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rays-of-fire-and-ice · 2 years

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oh rays get ready for many questions :)))

L, M, R, V, Y for the fanfic authour asks!

Fanfic author asks

L. favourite fic of yours?

Going to cheat a little here as I'm also doing an honorable mention

Under the Snowfall: one of the first I wrote for here and is one of the few I feel like everything just came together while writing it. I rarely had to stop and rethink about what I just wrote, I just felt like it was good the way it was and flowed on from whatever sentence I wrote before. Of course there's always a way to make a fic better, but maybe because of the memories I have with writing this one and the memories of the positive reaction it got, I choose to just keep the way it it.

Honorable mention - It's Been a While: this one took so much time to write, it just kept getting bigger and bigger. I had moments where I just thought 'Just wrap it up here! How much more do you want to add?!' When I tried to however it never sat right with me and I kept going. In the end, I'm really glad I did. I read back through it a few days ago and thought it came together pretty well in the end and realised how much I had to write about Momo coming to terms with everything that happened. It made me think of other ways I could do this in fics in the future. I may come back one day and make a few edits to it, but in the meantime I'm going to leave it as is. M. least favourite fic of yours?

Forward: it's one of the fics I've been tempted to completely rewrite but when I go to do it, I get a little intimidated by it. I have SO MANY ideas about how the reconciliation between Toshiro and Momo would go down, and I just don't know where to start XD I liked it at the time but reading back over it I found myself thinking 'I should have written that part differently' and 'what was I thinking with that part?!' I actually have a few fics that I feel this way about none of them get as strong reaction out of me as this one.

R. link your favourite fic of all-time.

This is a hard one as I don't really have one favourite of all time and I don't read as much fanfic as I used, so I'm linking the ones that influenced my writing and/or that I still love and come back to read:

Beautiful Lie by Unbelieveableanimefreak - I feel like this one is almost legendary in the fandom, I remember there being a lot of buzz around it. It's centered on Toshiro believing he killed Momo and slowly losing his sanity over it, when in reality she's alive and needs to help return him back to his former self. This Dimonddust Rebellion but much darker and centered Toshiro running away because of what happened during the Fake Karakura Town arc. It's chock full of angst, a few crazy twists, and going to the extremes in showing how dark Toshiro can get, but thankfully has a happy ending. I haven't gone back and read it in years so not sure I like as much but it definitely let an impression on me.

Toro Nagahi by Enchantable - this one too had a lot of buzz around it. It was written during a time where no one had any idea where BLEACH's plot was going to go, so the writer basically just went right ahead and made their own epic plot about Aizen's next plan. In this case Aizen won the Winter War and is planning to kill the Royal Family (it's funny looking back now that we know more lore around this); Momo seems to have joined his side and Gin struggles to protect Rangiku when she gets captured and brought in. Loved this one back then and I think I'll give this one a re-read soon to see if I still do now.

Kaleidoscope by der kapitan - it's a Ginran collection of one shots, and boy did I love it back when I was reading it! It starts at the beginning of Gin and Rangiku's lives and goes from there. I don't love Ginran as much as I used to, but I still go back to this one every now and then.

On the Frozen Plain by writing bunny - it features platonic rather than romantic hitsuhina. It's focused on Toshiro and his journey to becoming the Tenth Division's captain. I still adore this one, it's got some soft moment between Toshiro and Momo and made me realise how Toshiro might have felt when Momo and he were growing apart.

More recent faves include:

Away Away by @bleachbleachbleach - it made me realise the possibilities of world-building in BLEACH, and the fic in general just an amazing read.

A Cacophony of Stillness by @visionen-im-spiegel - there's something about this one that's memorizing. Each part always makes me feel at peace when I read it and I feel like it conveys a lot about the bond between Toshiro and Momo.

V. post the last sentence you wrote.

"I watched her go to the Academy, thinking she’d never come back and that I’d never go to her.”

Y. what is the title of your current wip?

At the Root of it All (VERY slow progress on this one...one day I'll finish it!)

Thanks for sending these in! :D

#hitsuhina #fanfiction #ask meme #asks #canariie

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sunflowerim · 3 years

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I LOVE YOU 3000!

-PART 26

Weekend 2

Harry arrived right on time. Louis opened the door to a warm smile and a basket of chocolate.

"Ok, when I said don't bring pizza, I certainly didn't mean, 'bring loads of chocolates'", Louis laughed, letting Harry in.

"What can I say, I'm such a gentleman," Harry replied with an all knowing smile.

Harry had barely stepped into the apartment when Clifford ran to him. Harry was a bit startled, but soon crouched down and started scratching Cliff behind his ears.

"Someone's not asleep today. How are you Cliffy. You gonna watch a movie with us?", Harry babbled on in a childlike voice as Louis shut the door behind them and moved over to the couch, eyes never leaving Harry.

"Do you know what movie we're watching today?" Louis asked.

"The Incredible Hulk. I've done my research thank you."

"Good," Louis smiled getting the remote. Everything else was already set up.

Harry got up and walked to the couch, Clifford on his heel and as soon as he sat down, Clifford settled himself on Harry's feet.

"So what brought this sudden change of demeanor?" Harry asked, patting Cliff's head.

"Maybe he's expecting more treats."

"Shit. I mean sorry. I didn't get anything for him. I mean I wanted to, but I didn't know if he had any preference or restrictions."

"Chill Harry, I have his food stocked up for a whole month. You needn't get him anything. I was just teasing."

"Oh. Okay."

"You didn't answer my question."

"What was it again?"

"Chocolates."

"Oh that. Well, I saw the stash of chocolates on your fridge the other day, so I got you some more. It was good to know that you have a sweet tooth. But seriously, so many chocolates Louis! One would think you're a five year old."

"Hey, those were not mine."

"Cliff surely doesn't eat those. Do you Cliff?" Harry said, looking down at Clifford during the last bit and scratching his ears, to which he gave a joyful bark. "See, he says no."

"Don't turn my son against me", Louis replied, faux-offended. "No really, those aren't mine. My niece and nephew go to the school around the corner, and they drop by randomly to spend time with their beloved uncle and I spoil them with chocolates."

"How sweet. But am I supposed to believe that you never grab chocolates for yourself?"

"I'm only human Harry. Ofcourse I do."

"Thought as much."

"You wanna see their pictures?"

"Sure."

Louis scrolled in his gallery and pulled out a picture of him holding the hands of two kids on his either side. The shot was taken on a football pitch, Louis wearing a white jersey and the two kids wearing red ones.

"That's Lux and Theo. They accompanied me as mascots that year."

"You play football?"

"What does it look like?"

"No, I mean not just casual games, proper matches! Wow. You're that passionate about it?"

"Yeah, you could say that," Louis smiled at the picture.

"Your niece and nephew are so cute."

"I know right. And you must know they're equally mischievous. Little pranksters."

"Wonder who taught them", Harry teased.

"Cool uncle Louis might have had something to do with it, but you didn't hear it from me."

"Never. My lips are sealed."

"Good."

"That reminds me." Harry fished out his phone and paused. "Do you mind if I get a picture if you?"

"Yeah, but why?"

"I'll save it as your contact image."

"Oh sure."

Louis smiled softly and Harry's heart skipped a beat. He kept staring at Louis through the phone and it wasn't until Louis cleared his throat, that Harry realised what he was supposed to do.

"Just a minute. And--- we're done. Looking good!"

Louis smiled bashfully as he saw Harry open his contact to save the picture. That's when he saw the name.

Lou :)

Louis melted into a puddle at his contact name on Harry's phone and instantly felt bad about saving Harry's name as simply Harry Styles. Looks too professional. He made a mental note to change it later.

"My turn." Louis focussed his camera on Harry, as the boy smiled widely, dimples popping up. Louis smiled too and took the picture. He looked at it for a second before shoving his phone back in his pocket. "Movie?"

"Yeah," Harry replied, easing back in the couch.

"Yeah. No wait- shit I forgot." With that Louis jumped from the couch and sprinted towards the kitchen. Harry sat confused for a while before Louis re-emerged with a tray containing a huge bowl and two plates and cutlery.

"I hope you like pasta."

"Yeah. Oh. Wow. You cooked for me?"

"Haha no Harold. Let's not get ahead of ourselves. I can't cook. I had my helper make it."

"Oh."

"Disappointed?" Louis laughed.

"No no, I was just momentarily surprised."

Louis smiled as he set the tray down on the coffee table and and hit play on the remote.

Once again, Louis watched Harry's reaction with great amusement, but this time, he noticed something else too. He noticed Harry's jaw drop every time, the lead actor got shirtless and how terrified he looked everytime he changed to the huge Hulk.

"Don't get too attached Harry. He's only starring in this movie. A different actor plays Hulk in the rest of the movies."

And Harry looked so sad at that, Louis melted.

"Aww, poor Haz."

Harry's lips quirked upwards at the pet name and from the corner of his eyes he could see Louis tense beside him.

"Um, sorry. I didn't mean to--"

"No, nono it's okay. You can call me Haz. I like it."

"Okay." Louis continued after a pause, "remember when I told you not to call me Lou?"

"Yeah, shit sorry, I know last week it slipped off my tongue once or twice."

"Yeah, no I mean, you can call me Lou too."

"Okay," Harry smiled and returned to the screen.

The time passed by pleasantly between movie, pasta, timid glances towards each other and Clifford switching between Harry and Louis' laps.

After the movie ended, Harry turned towards Louis and held his hand out. "Give me your phone."

"What? Why?"

"Just open your Instagram explore page and give. Don't worry I'll not snoop around."

Louis did as told and Harry typed out a username and and clicked on it.

"Here's my private account." Harry said, handing Louis back the phone. "You can follow me here if you want. I can actually post freely on here."

Louis looked st the screen hs94.

Louis didn't want to check it in front of Harry. So he just smiled and nodded. "I will."

Harry smiled back.

"Guess, I should leave now."

Louis ignored the sad voice in his head that had reappeared again.

"Until next week Louis Tomlinson," Harry called walking out the door.

"Until next week Harry."

And as Harry left, Louis took out his phone and edited Harry's contact.

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neptunetheplanet7 · 3 years

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𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐞 - 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬

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;mikasa ackerman x fem!lesbian!reader

;modern au, band au

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warnings: swearing, cheating

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quick message! unlike on my wattpad, i’m not doing a character introduction chapter on here. so heads up for he/they armin and she/they sasha!! those are just my personal headcanons i included into the story :) also, i wrote this a LONG time ago. i posted this on my wattpad on 2/24/21. i apologize in advance for any errors. i do plan to re-edit a lot of things regarding this fic in the future.

"She's coming back tomorrow," Jean said casually while pouring himself a cup of coffee in the kitchen. You choked on your breakfast. Armin took a worried glance at your coughing form from across the table.

"Sorry." You hacked.

"Mikasa is?" Eren peeked his head through the bathroom doorway as he looked away from the mirror.

"Yeah, I'm going to pick her up from the airport tomorrow night." Jean put down the pot of coffee and took a sip from his hot mug.

"Why so sudden?" Armin put down his book on the table in front of his plate.

"She spoke to me about it briefly. said there was something she needed to do when she got here. I'm just as shocked as you are. I didn't think she'd be back any time soon" Jean brushed the crumbs off his hands and put his plate in the sink.

"How can you all be so calm about this? Did you hear him? Mikasa is coming home tomorrow. She left nearly two years ago! She's finally coming back and none of you are freaking out? She didn't even say why exactly she was coming back." You stood up and threw your hands in the air. Suddenly you lost your appetite.

"No need to get all bent out of shape, Y/n. You act like we haven't seen her in ten years." Eren said with a hair tie in his mouth as he grew impatient with his long and tangled mess of hair.

You rolled your eyes. "Obviously, but she left for a reason. Even when she gets here, will she still want to play with us? Her absence from the band has taken a toll on everyone, and our audience was less than pleased when she announced her vacation, or rather when I announced her vacation." You start pacing in the living room.

Armin's eyes followed you as you moved. "I hope she does, but it's unlikely. I recall her saying she never wanted to see Jean again. I doubt she'll want to play with him here." He theorized.

"Well, she did call me to say she was coming back so I don't think she's still very upset with me." Jean finished off his coffee and tucked his hair behind his ears. "It happened two years ago, after all."

"I hope she's doing better. It's not like we've heard much from her since she left. I have to clean this house! Oh god, it's a mess! You boys are pigs." You said frantically.

Eren snickered. "Well, it looks like you haven't gotten over your little crush."

"Shut it, Jaeger. I'm doing fine and, frankly, that's none of your business." Still pacing, you held your stomach as the nervous feeling grew.

"Yeah, it sure looks like you're fine." His lips pulled into a grin as he rolled his eyes.

"I think I'm going to faint."

"Do you need to lie down? You look a bit pale." Armin stood up and came to my side.

"I think I'll take a nap."

"You just woke up, smarty. Going back to bed already?" Jean chuckled. "I'm going to Marco's place. See you losers later."

A chorus of 'bye, Jeans' sounded throughout the room when he left through the garage door.

"Y/n, were you serious about cleaning the house? Because I have to go and I really don't want to clean so-"

"Yeah, Eren. You can leave, I don't care."

"You're the best! Thank you!" Eren chirped and practically skipped through the door.

"I have nowhere to be. So I guess I'll stick with you here." Armin smiled. "Do you need help with anything?"

"I'll be fine, thanks. Just nervous is all." You wrung your hands and blinked several times.

"Okay, I'll be in the office if you need anything." Armin patted your shoulder and left you alone in the large living room.

You quickly got to cleaning the house in a nervous frenzy, deep in thought. Mikasa had left one night almost two years ago after a heated situation between her and Jean that ultimately resulted in their breakup and Mikasa leaving the band with only a painful note left behind.

Apparently, there was more to the breakup than you knew, but Jean kept what we didn't hear to himself for Mikasa's sake. Essentially, Mikasa caught Jean and Marco together at a party Eren threw for his nineteenth birthday. You were with her when she saw them.

You and Mikasa were having a silly conversation in the long hallway in front of the dining room. Mikasa stopped looking at you and started focusing on something behind you. her small smile dropped. "and that's why I never- hey Mikasa? You okay? What are you looking at?" You stopped telling your story and became more concerned for your friend.

Confused, you turned around. You gasped loudly. "Oh Mikasa, I'm so sorry." You reached a hand out to her but she left the hall quickly. "Don't worry about it, Y/n. It's not a big deal." You watched her speedwalk up the stairs with her hand covering her mouth.

You confronted Jean calmly, not wanting to disturb the party, despite being furious. "Hey, Jean. the world can see you, dickbag. And so did your girlfriend. Have fun explaining this to her. She went upstairs. Find her yourself. If you even care enough to do so." You spat and darted away from them.

"Wait, Y/n!" Jean pushed past people as you swiftly made your way through the crowd in an attempt to find Eren. Normally, you'd look for Armin, but he was out of town for the night. You got to the kitchen and desperately glanced around. Jean took hold of your arm before you could get any farther. He turned you to face him and took note of your angry expression. "I'm sorry. let me explain."

You shoved him away from you. "Don't apologize to me. Don't explain anything to me. Tell it to your girlfriend. I'm finding Eren and ending this shitty party early. Frankly, Jean, I don't care what excuse you have." You kicked off your heels in a random spot and continued the search for your friend. Jean tried to follow you at first but gave up.

You pushed through crowds looking everywhere for Eren. "Where is he? Eren I need you," You muttered. You caught a glimpse of dark hair being pulled out of an updo. You took a sharp turn and bumped into someone. You fell backward on the floor and rubbed your side that you fell on. "Ouch."

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry I wasn't looking where I was going!" A girl with multiple party foods in her arms shouted apologetically. She hastily set down her collection and helped you up. I took a quick look around the room, Eren wasn't there. The brunette in front of me tilted her head. "Are you looking for someone? I can help you find them to make up for bumping into you. Hey, you're really pretty. Are you the guitarist from that band? Wait, so you live here? Oh no, I bumped into someone famous! Connie and Niccolo are gonna freak out when I tell them! I'm Sasha by the way. Your name is Y/n right?"

Taken aback by her rambling, and the fact that she recognized you, you stuttered for a bit before gaining your composure. "Yeah, I'm looking for a friend, actually. And that's me. I live here."

Sasha grinned. "Cool! Who are you looking for? I might know them." She linked her arm through yours and pulled you to the outside deck.

"I'm looking for Eren. Uh- Jaeger. My friend Eren Jaeger. I need to find him." Your voice sounded shaky.

"Me and him were partners in Professor Hange's science class back in high school! He invited me since we go way back." She opened the door and stepped outside. "Hey Y/n, you sound upset. Did something happen?" She unhooked your arm from hers and put her hands on your shoulders with a concerned stare. You were on the brink of tears and didn't want to cry in front of a stranger, but when you heard the caution in her tone you couldn't help but let some tears escape.

"Hey! Hey, hey Y/n, don't cry now. We'll find Eren." She pulled you in for a hug and you slowly accepted it. You weren't even the one who got cheated on yet you were the one crying. You were worried about the band. You were worried about the fight Eren and Jean were sure to get in. You were worried about what Armin would think. But most importantly, you were worried about Mikasa.

The thought of her locking herself in a room upstairs alone after what happened was enough to make you feel sick. You had to find Eren and end the party. You had to keep him calm once he found out. A part of you had always hoped they would break up, and you always felt extremely guilty about it, but you never hoped it would end in a way that hurt them both.

You quietly sobbed into sasha's clothed shoulder, definitely staining her frilly dress. "I'm sorry I'm such a mess right now." You stepped away and wiped your eyes several times.

"No, don't apologize. You don't have to tell me what happened, either. Let's go find Eren, yeah?" She gently took my face in her hands and wiped away at my tears. She hooked her arm through mine again as we continued our search for Eren.

We finally found him after looking for a good fifteen minutes. He was sitting alone on the front porch with a beer in hand, his hair a ragged mess. He took a swig of it and scowled at the taste. Sasha nodded to you and left you alone with him. You opened the glass door and stood awkwardly behind him.

"Hey, Eren."

"The party's inside." He said bitterly.

"I know." You sat down next him and smoothed out your dress in the process. "What are you doing out here at your own party? I've been looking for you everywhere."

He sighed. "I heard what happened. with Jean and Mikasa. He went looking for her so I assume he's found her, that was thirty minutes ago, give or take. I needed a break and came out here."

You let your head slump on his shoulder. He let out another long sigh. "I saw it happen. She ran upstairs so I came looking for you. I figured once I told you, you could end the party. That sounds ridiculous now, considering how many people came." You let out a dry laugh and felt him laugh along with you. His head rested on top of yours and he placed a gentle kiss on it.

"What are we gonna do now, Y/n? There’s no chance this'll go over well. The band could be ruined.” He paused and sighed. “I bet Armin would know what to do right about now."

"I bet he would." You took Eren's hand in yours. "I don't even want to think about what could happen."

"Neither do I. Do you want to stay out here a little while longer? We can go back in later." Eren offered.

"Yeah. That sounds nice."

posted: 8/23/21

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#mikasa x you #mikasa x reader #snk fanfiction #aot fanfiction #mikasa ackerman #band au #modern au

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hahaiamcyn · 4 years

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An Angry, Angsty, Sad Boi in Love

wrote this fic at, like, 1 am and transferred it to my laptop today. meant to take place after ulla’s death!

Hugo was still having trouble processing what had happened in the last 24 hours.

He still couldn't believe it. After the whole fiasco, Hugo took it upon himself to take a short nap — and with good reason, too. When he had woken up, he had dared to wish everything had been some sick nightmare. However, the group's muted atmosphere and pensive mood crushed Hugo's hopes. He didn't waste any time once he woke up. He searched the place, looking for Varian. He didn't have to be a genius to know Varian was still completely shattered from all that had happened.

Hugo stopped Nuru and Yong at one point, asking them if they knew where Varian was.

The two exchanged uneasy glances. Then, finally, Nuru sighed. They seemed to have come to a silent consensus: If anyone’s gonna get the first heart-to-heart chat with Varian today, it’s gotta be Hugo.

"I saw him entering the library a while ago," Nuru said quietly. "He didn't tell me anything. You should talk to him, it's..." She hesitated like she didn't know how to finish that thought.

"It's worth a try," she finished.

Hugo nodded. "Thank you," he said. And he meant it.

It took some time, but Hugo managed to find his way into the reopened Eternal Library. Nuru was right. Varian was still in the room, sitting at a table. Facing the other side, he was reading a book.

"Hey," Hugo greeted gently.

Varian didn't respond.

Yup, he hates you, Hugo's brain said at once. He's giving you the silent treatment. The nerve of him!

Hugo's heart wasn't in on it. Shut up, me, his heart replied.

His brain did not, in fact, shut up. It's just so unfortunate how things pan out like that.

Hugo carried on, taking the seat next to Varian. He didn't know what to say or do, which he hated. Still, he kept on talking.

"So," he started, "What are you reading?"

Varian didn't take his eyes off his book. Despite this, Hugo wondered if he was genuinely reading or not.

"Something," Varian answered.

Hugo arched his eyebrows. "Okay, something. Something like what?"

Promptly, he blinked. The book in Varian's hands looked strangely familiar. Then it dawned upon Hugo that a few weeks ago, he was doing what he was now: trying to get Varian to spill about the very same book.

"Ulla's journal," Hugo said out-loud. "You're re-reading it?"

He said it like a question, but he already knew the answer.

Varian shut the journal, setting it on his lap. When he finally spoke, he sounded like he was coming close to tears. "Yeah," he said, voice quivering. "Yeah, I don't know, I'm sorry, I just—"

His words were all jumbled up. He hung his head and buried his face in his hands. His body shook violently, and it stunned Hugo into silence.

Hugo considered hugging them, then stopped. "Goggles? You okay?"

"No!" Varian snapped, his voice breaking. He uncovered his face and stared at Hugo with a disconcerting amount of mixed emotions in his eyes. Tears started streaming down his cheeks, and the sight made Hugo's heart hurt. "No, no, no, no, I'm not," he cried.

Hugo was too dumbfounded to say anything. He studied Varian, his mind searching for ways to fix his heartache.

No, Hugo realized. He doesn't need fixing. Varian needs someone to listen, someone he could cry to, someone he could trust.

And at that very moment, Hugo was that someone. So he stayed silent, listening as Varian continued.

Varian let loose a sound that was like a mixture of a cry and a hysteric chuckle. "Hugo, I thought I was going to bring her back. She—she was the entire reason I came here! I thought she and my dad—"

He stopped suddenly, eyes widening, as if a dozen more thoughts started thundering inside his head. He blinked through his tears, trembling despite the warmth inside the library. "I thought a lot of things," he murmured.

Hugo couldn't resist the urge to pull Varian into an affectionate embrace. Varian sobbed into Hugo's chest, and Hugo raked his hand through Varian's tangled hair.

After several minutes, Varian's agonizing crying slowly turned into short sniffles and coughs. He disentangled himself from the hug and brushed off his tears with his sleeve.

"I'm sorry," he breathed. "I'm sorry, I—"

"Shh," Hugo said, stopping him. "You shouldn't be."

They locked eyes, staring at one another. Neither of them uttered a single word. To Hugo, even after sobbing and crying, Varian still looked perfect. His baby blue eyes shone with a brighter gleam than usual. Some strands of his dark hair stuck to small parts of his wet cheeks. Varian's breathing was rhythmic and melodic.

Hugo traced his thumb across Varian's cheek.

Varian blinked. "Hugo, what—"

Without thinking, Hugo leaned in and gave Varian a quick, tender kiss.

It wasn't like one of those brotherly pecks on the forehead that Varian sometimes gave Yong — No, it was a full-contact kiss, right on the lips. It lasted only a second, but when he stopped, Hugo felt like a part of him had spontaneously short-circuited.

Varian reddened, the tips of his ears turning pink. "You—you really just did that," he said breathlessly.

"I did," Hugo responded, a bit shocked himself. Then he felt the blood rising to his cheeks. "Wow, Varian I don't—"

"Shut up," Varian ordered suddenly, cupping Hugo's head with his hands. They kissed again, their touch lasting longer this time. When they finally broke apart, Varian let out a shaky laugh.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that," he said, smiling widely.

"Actually," Hugo smirked, hand on Varian's cheek, "I think I do."

Then they heard the sudden sound of something thudding onto the ground.

Varian and Hugo whipped their heads the other way. Just in front of the entrance of the library stood Nuru and Yong.

Yong — bless his heart — had his mouth gaping open, a box of explosives sprawled on the floor. He didn't seem to notice the dynamite rolling across the ground.

Nuru crossed her arms over her chest and shook her head. "My goodness," she commented disapprovingly. "You two lovebirds should really consider shutting the doors next time."

hh that was so short!! and i really want to edit it but!!! right now i lack the motivation. the title, once again, is courtesy of my friend citlali <3

#varigo #varian and hugo #varian and the seven kingdoms #varian and the seven kingdoms au #varigo fanfic #varian #hugo #i love these boys omg #they're in love haha #all it cost was ulla

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desiringparadise · 4 years

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Hi, I know this gonna sound weird but I'm here thanks to A03, I read "It's A Terrible Love And I'm Walking With Spiders" again (idk why), Let me tell you something: It's fantastic. But I realized that you haven't update for four or five years, well I'm not gonna ask you to do it, that's in you, but I'd like to ask something, could you tell me what was the plan with tha fic, and how will it end, just a summary because I'm dying in my curiosity, well only few words left, so thanks and be careful

Omgggg thank you!!! It isn’t weird at all, I sometimes re-read old unfinished fics too because they stuck with me for some odd reason. I was at a bad mental space when I wrote this story and I feel like my issues manifested in the atmosphere of the story. Maybe readers can relate to some of it?

As to how the story was supposed to end. I didn’t remember and I actually had to look through my old notebook lol. I actually found the unfinished fifth chapter in my folders, so I’ll post it here.

Keep in mind that I wrote this in November 2016 and I never finished editing it. I didn’t post it because I was unsatisfied with the result. I’d rate it T/M.

Chapter 5

Miserable, Stiles focused on the silhouette of naked feet, his eyes never straying any higher. Luckily, the shower glass was milky, so even if he couldn’t have resisted satisfying his own curiosity, he wouldn’t actually have seen much.

After the Sheriff had left, Theo had asked to take a shower. Stiles had let him under the condition that the door would remain open and Theo under Stiles’ scrutiny. Under no circumstances would he have let the other boy roam around in his house without checking what he was up to. There were meds in the cupboard, something he wouldn’t risk leaving him alone with.

Unsurprisingly, Theo hadn’t objected. “Be my guest,” he’d said instead, an extra smarmy grin on his face.

That’s why Stiles was sitting against the wall, knees drawn to his chest while trying not to fall asleep. The sound of water spraying had become lulling white noise, making it hard to keep his eyes open. Maybe he should take some Adderall to shake off the drowsiness. It wasn’t like he would get any sleep tonight anyway. Not while knowing that Theo Raeken was under the same roof as him.

He was pulled out of his thoughts when the spray of water stopped, the shower door opened, and Theo stepped out without an ounce of hesitation. You’d think he’d at least pretend to be a little embarrassed about showing his naked body.

Not that Theo should be ashamed, Stiles realized. He had known before that the other boy was built, but the naked view of him - well, he couldn’t lie, it was a sight to behold. Perfect, unreal. The shoulders, the arms, the chest – everything about him was broad without being too bulky. His flawless skin only added to the look of a retouched Men’s Health cover shoot. Stiles felt entranced to follow his abs, down to the wonderfully defined V of his hips, before stopping himself. Yeah, he had just seen Theo’s dick, it had been kinda inevitable, but there was no reason to scrutinize it any further. None.

Quickly, he moved his gaze up to look at Theo’s face instead, the usual smirk somehow looking even more smarmy than usual.

“Like what you see?”

The question was so cliché, just like this whole goddamn scenario, that Stiles felt the desperate need to break the spell.

“I prefer chest hair.”

For the first time since Theo had arrived in Beacon Hills, he was dumbfounded. It left Stiles feeling satisfied, before his face froze, his heartbeat quickening. Did he just seriously tell Theo that he was interested in men? He resisted the urge to smack his palm against his face.

Theo did the unexpected and actually came up with an answer.

“I could let it grow, if you wanted me to.”

Stiles squinted. “What the hell would you do that for?”

Theo shrugged his broad shoulder, still unperturbed by his own nudity. “Just trying to win you over, that’s all.”

Stiles rolled his eyes, finally rising up and to look at Theo’s face and ignore everything that was going on below. “Well, your lack of chest hair wasn’t the deciding factor that kept me on the other side. Why don’t you put on a towel?”

“Don’t have one,” Theo answered with an innocent smile.

Stiles sighed and motioned for the other boy to follow as he walked to his room. When he opened the door, he felt uncomfortable letting a naked Theo into his personal space. Hurriedly, he drew the curtains and searched for a large towel in the cupboard. When he found one, he threw it over to Theo without sparing him another look.

“Can you borrow me some clothes?”

Stiles was inclined to say no, let Theo sleep in his uncomfortable jeans instead. There was something strange about giving Theo his clothes to wear. But he wasn’t sure when his father would return from the station. When the man arrived, he would go through the living room and see Theo who’d be sleeping on the coach.

He sighed and searched his closet for something that’d fit. Theo wasn’t taller, but much broader than him. (Un)fortunately, Stiles usually wore clothes that were a few sizes too big anyway. He found some sweats. He was painfully reminded that Theo wouldn’t be wearing underwear underneath. No way he’d be wearing those pants before washing them at least five times.

“Long or short sleeves?”

“Don’t need a shirt.”

Stiles frowned, pulling his too long sleeves even further down. “It’s freezing.”

Theo grinned. “I’m running hot. Want to see it for yourself?”

Stiles rolled his eyes and walked past him. “Whatever, I’ll be fixing you the coach.”

Theo followed him in an easy stride. He didn’t even seem a little uncomfortable to casually stroll through a stranger’s home without a shirt on. Completely relaxed, he sunk into the coach and watched Stiles as he spread clean sheets over the sofa.

“Do your parents know you’re staying over?” Stiles couldn’t even remember the Raekens’ faces anymore.

“Sent them a text.”

Stiles nodded, too tired to investigate any further.

Except he was unable to fall asleep. For about roughly an hour he had been tossing and turning, his anxiety back at it again although he had forewent his Adderall. Then, for a couple of minutes, he stayed still, not moving a muscle while waiting to hear any sounds come from downstairs.

But there was only silence.

About half an hour ago, his eyes started tearing up from exhaustion. It was annoying. He wasn’t really crying, but the stream of tears didn’t stop. Now his eyes were swollen and aching.

He was unable to come to rest. He took a deep breath. Maybe if he’d open the door and take a proper listen, he’d finally relax. Feeling ridiculous, left the warmth of his bed and softly padded towards his door. But he was only met with frustratingly familiar silence.

He sighed and returned to bed when- Wait, was that a sound? He froze and listened, eyes wide open as if waiting for an assault. Looking down, he noticed that he had stepped on a creaking floor board. The noise could have come from him. But what if it hadn’t?

He shook his head. He was being paranoid, utterly ridiculous… Yet, what if there had been something? He took a deep breath and held it, wanting his heart beat to slow. Okay, he’d go outside again, just this once, and take a look around house, and most importantly, check whether Theo was doing something sketchy.

He left his room, slowly descending the stairs. From here, Theo’s form was still, he seemed to be sleeping. Just to be sure, he told himself as he gradually closed the distance between them. He stopped just before the sofa and leaned down to inspect his face. His eyes were closed and his breathing was calm. Everything about him indicated to be asleep.

But the ugly voice of his paranoia ordered him to look more closely, check whether Theo wasn’t faking it.

Suddenly Theo’s eyes were wide open, an unnatural light shining in them. Stiles startled. He stumbled backwards, his feet hit agianst the coffee table, and he fell on his ass.

“Stiles?” Theo blinked, the strange light in his eyes gone. Had he imagined it? He must have, there was no other explanation for it. He was going crazy. “Why are you up? Did something happen?” His voice was groggy from asleep, but otherwise he seemed alert.

Stiles felt ridiculous. His thought process hadn’t made any sense to begin with, spoken out loud, they’d sound like he’d lost his mind. This paranoia, it wasn’t normal. He liked to tell himself that it was the Adderall, the ADHD, but when he was honest with himself, he knew it was him. He was fucking crazy. No wonder he didn’t have any friends, no wonder Erica had ditched him the first chance she got. He wouldn’t be his own friend either. There was nothing to gain from this cynical, insecure, anxious mess that he was.

His uneven breath catch in his throat, the last drop for his straying nerves. His mind collapsed in itself and he pathetically started to cry.

If Theo hadn’t been awake then, he probably was now. He stumbled out of the sheets and approached Stiles, putting both hands on his shoulders. His eyes were wide with concern. “Hey- hey, Stiles, come on. What happened? Did you hurt yourself?”

Stiles shook his head, his chest heaving with sobs. He was such a goddamn mess. The more he wanted to force himself to calm down, the more he worked himself up. The rational part of his mind told him that this wouldn’t pass until he calmed down. But he was too upset and Theo’s presence made everything worse. He wanted to crawl into a hole and wait till the panic was over.

But he knew that wasn’t possible. “I can’t sleep,” he managed to ground out between the ugly sniffing and sobbing.

“Did you have a nightmare?”

Stiles snorted, as if Theo’s suggestion had been completely ridiculous. Actually, it wasn’t that far off the truth though. He had nightmares, more often so recently. To some of them he woke up silently, heavily breathing, the panic constrained in his chest, but without a sound. Sometimes he screamed. But only his father knew that.

“No. I just – I can’t sleep with you here, not knowing what you’re doing.”

He expected Theo to be confused, demand an explanation, maybe even laugh. Instead he said, “I could go.”

“What?” He shook his head. “No.” How would he explain that to his father? He wouldn’t be able to stand another discussion with him about seeing a professional about his problems. Yes, he had problems, he knew that – but none some shrink could help him with. The only thing he had going for him was that he wasn’t labeled crazy by the public yet. “You’re staying,” he said with finality.

For a while, there was silence. Theo must be put off by Stiles acting like a freaking lunatic. Any normal person would’ve left by now. Hell, he would’ve ran out the house if the roles were reversed. Instead Theo asked, “Do you have any handcuffs?”

For a few seconds, Stiles didn’t say a word. But when he had finally gathered himself- “What the fuck?”

“Real ones,” the other boy recuperated nonchalantly.

“Why in the hell would you-“

“Because, obviously, I’m kinky, if you haven’t guessed it by now,” Theo answered rolling his eyes. Stiles wasn’t sure whether that had been a joke. “”You wanna sleep or what? Go get me some handcuffs.”

Normally, he wouldn’t have obeyed simply on principle, but he was curious where this would go. And as he rummaged through the drawer, where he knew his father kept a spare pair of handcuffs, he realized that the suffocating panic in his chest was gone.

“Now I’ll go outside and you hide the keys somewhere,” Theo ordered. Stiles wanted to question him, but before he could, Theo had already left the house, still shirtless in the cold night. Not knowing what else to do, Stiles went up to his room and hid the little key in his pill bottle.

When he opened the door for Theo to enter, he didn��t seem affected by the freezing weather. There weren’t even any goosebumps on his skin.

“All done?” Theo asked, the blue-green eyes open and honest. Stiles nodded.

Unceremoniously, Theo cuffed his own wrists together.

Stiles stared. “Okay… What is this about?”

The boy shook his wrist, the metal of the cuffs making clinking sounds. “See? I won’t be able to do much without you hearing. No need to worry about what I’m doing. So are we taking the bed or the couch?”

Stiles should be horrified, but frankly, the plan made sense. It could actually work. And really? It was some crazy shit that he would’ve come up with. The sort of solution that people would raise their brows at but that would actually work. “How do I know you won’t do anything to me while I sleep?”

Theo rolled his eyes. “Stiles, no offense, but if I wanted to harm you, I wouldn’t have to wait until you’re asleep. You’re not exactly what I’d call a physical challenge.”

Fair enough...

“There is no way we’d fit on the couch.”

Stiles had ordered Theo to lay on the side of the bed that faced the wall so that there would be no chance of leaving the bed without alerting Stiles. Theo was happy to lie on his side and watch the other boy’s peaceful face. For once, his breathing was even, but he was still twitching and moving in his sleep, restless, even in his most relaxed moments.

When they had first lain down, Theo had feigned sleep. He knew that Stiles wouldn’t have been able to calm down if Theo had openly watched him. Now though, he stare at him to his heart’s content. He’d watched Stiles without his knowledge before. There were some perfect angles from the outside from which you could see Stiles rummaging in the kitchen. Sometimes he forgot to draw the curtains and Theo could catch glimpses of his sleeping form.

But in never had been like this. Stiles, only an arm’s length away, the ever-present scent of anxiousness enveloping him.

He mumbled something in his sleep, tossed and turned and eventually scooted closer to Theo. It probably was due to Stiles’ weird sleeping positions and the unconscious urge to scoot towards warmth, but nonetheless, Thep was elated when the boy’s head almost touched his chest. He could feel his breath on his naked skin.

Theo wondered whether he could get away with stroking his hair, just running his fingers through the dark hair for once, but he refrained. He still was desperately trying to get Stiles to trust him.

At first glance, Stiles seemed like easy prey. He was isolated and defenseless. He should’ve soaked up all of Theo’s affections and begged for more. But Theo had underestimated him vastly. Stiles wasn’t playing hard to get, he simply was too smart to fall for something as simple as charm.

It only made Theo want him even more. Stiles would be the perfect person to stand by his side. Clever, loyal, and absolutely ruthless.

But he had to get Stiles to trust him first. The boy couldn’t see it yet, but once all circumstances molded to Theo’s wishes, Stiles would find himself in a much happier place. Theo just had to give him a nudge into the right direction and make him realize how much of a glorious team they could be under Theo’s rule.

His father was the only important person in Stile’s life. Eventually, Theo would insert himself as a part of his life. Stiles was his centre already, now he had to make himself Stiles’ centre.

This is were this document ended. I think I planned to end this chapter at this point. I hadn’t planned the future chapters in every detail, but here’s how I planned for the story to roughly go:

Stiles and Theo were supposed to get closer, Theo eventually gaining Stiles’ trust and helping him over his issues with anxiety. They’d slowly become friends, but their relationship would always have a sexual undertone because it’d always been clear that Theo wanted to be more than friends. The sexual tension would escalate and they’d hook up and become an official item.

They would share a toxic dynamic. While Theo is devoted to Stiles, he’s also extremely controlling and possessive. He would watch Stiles, trying to keep constant tabs on what he was doing, going through his phone, getting pissed when Stiles was acting friendly with anyone. They would have big fights over this in which Theo would tell Stiles that he cares too much for him to just let him be.

While Stiles would know that this is an extremely unhealthy relationship that can’t end well, some part of him (the part that had been ignored by the people around him for all his life and was starving for a semblance of affection) loved that he was this important to Theo. And while his relationship was anything but normal, he liked that he got to experience something as normal as having a boyfriend, something he’d never envisioned before.

So they’d have fights, Theo would apologize with some grand gesture, and Stiles wouldn’t be able to stay mad (because some part of him wasn’t actually mad at all). This pattern would repeat itself.

Meanwhile, Scott and his friends would try to make Stiles see reason. By now, they would’ve noticed Theo’s and Stiles’ dynamic because of how explosive Theo can get in public once his jealousy is triggered. Stiles, however, can’t stand Scott and his friends to begin with. He thinks that nobody but his father and Theo, in his own twisted way, cares about him and that they’re only trying to provoke Theo through Stiles.

I don’t think the whole Dread-Doctors thing had been all the way revealed when I was plotting this, so they wouldn’t have been included in this story. But eventually, some danger would befall Beacon Hills again. Amidst everything, everyone’s supernatural identity would be revealed to Stiles. He’d feel vindicated to have his suspicions finally confirmed. He and Theo would work together on overcoming whatever enemy they’d be facing off against.

At some point during all of this, Theo’s behaviour would escalate and would cause something disastrous to happen. Someone would be killed. Stiles can finally no longer ignore Theo’s issues as he fights his desire to stay with Theo against his morals. He’d tell Theo that they needed a break.

Theo would beg him not to break it off, promise to change, and confess his love. Though Stiles would know that Theo wouldn’t really change because of the numerous times he’s promised before, he’d be too moved by Theo’s confession to resist. Eventually, he’d decide be selfish and put his own wants before the needs of others. He’d decide that he’d rather have his toxic, obsessive, passionate relationship with Theo, than to return to the bleak void that he was in before Theo entered his life.

Eventually, they’d graduate and move away to live in some big city like L.A. or NYC.

The End.

#now you know what i mean when i say i was in a bad headspace when i wrote this lol #steo #my writing #messages #it's a terrible love #teen wolf

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Break Up With Your Girlfriend I'm Bored Pt 2 Colson Baker X Tianna

A/N: sorry it took so long to get part 2 up had a lot going on but hope you guys enjoy it, sis @hollywood-whorexx here ya go here's part 2!

Lyrics used Only U by Ashanti

Word Count 1,082

Tianna scrolled through her IG feed, clicking on Colson's story a picture pops up he had apparently re posted of him & Charli via her story. The simple title in bold letters stood out @machinegunkelly ily baby.

It had been several weeks since her and Colson had met that night at the club. They were dare she even think getting more serious? Colson swore up and down he was through with Charli, her calls were always forwarded to his voicemail, but this the IG story… why why would he repost that?

Closing it out she was actually fuming mad, she didn't want to be but something about this whole scenario didn't sit well with her at all. Walking into the living room of Colson's house there he sat working away on editing a project on his laptop. "Colson why the fuck would you re post that toxic bitches post on your Instagram story?"

Colson cringed, "I fucking though I deleted that shit!" Opening his IG feed sure enough there on his story was the paps photo of him & Chari from 4 months ago. "Fucking Ash…" he muttered under his breath exasperated "she had to have reposted that shit after I had deleted it the first time. Tianna stood there before him hands on her hips, her Italian temper was .0 seconds away from blowing up completely. "Baby I swear to you that shit doesn't mean anything, when I said I was done with Chari I fucking meant that shit."

Tianna narrowed her eyes at Colson, "boy you better be telling the damn truth cause I refuse to be just another piece of ass that is a one night stand to you sir, that is just way out of pocket!" Setting aside his laptop he got up crossing the room closing in the space between the two of them grabbing her face gently with both of his hands he looked her deep in the eyes. God damn if those ocean blues weren't her kryptonite because it didn't take long to melt in his gaze. "Tianna you are the only one I want I swear to it! What have I got to do to prove it to you?" Without even a word she pulled Colson flush to her her lips crashing into his. It didn't take long for either of them to have hands roaming the others body.

//Boy, you stay inside my mind, ain't no denying that (Denying that)

And only you could do them things that got me comin' back

You gotta be the realest thing that I have ever felt

And I'll do what I gotta do to keep you to myself

'Cause//

The heated rush of emotions led to clothes flying, grabbing Tianna by the waist Colson wrapped her legs around him leading her to his bedroom, kicking open the door and kicking it closed again once inside not taking his hands or lips off of her. She moaned into the kiss as he laid her down on the bed, "I've got all night and if this is what it takes to prove my point the dammit Tianna I will do just that." With a smirk on her face she whispered "good then I want you to fuck me until I can't walk straight."

//Crazy (crazy) 'bout the ('bout the) way you (make me) feel

I just (I just) gotta (gotta) have you (have you) here

And I (and I) wanna (wanna) let you (let you) know

I won't (I won't) ever (ever) let you (let you) go//

Colson kisses down her stomach, getting closer and closer to her hot, tight little pussy. He licks his way down her core while massaging her clit with his fingers. All of a sudden he stops and she moaned at the loss of contact.

"I'm sorry baby but I need you now." He unzips his trousers and places himself at her entrance. He rubs the head of his cock along her slit before slamming into her hard and deep.

Her body had goose bumps all over it "Cols?" "Mmhmm?" "You feel so good, please don't stop." Tianna moaned out arching her back off of the bed. Colson breathed in the scent of her juices, "The smell of you … fucking drives me crazy… … makes me so hard"

Without any warning she flipped him over straddling his lap, kissing his neck. He squeezed her ass helping her grind her hips. "I have waited for this for so long!" he groaned feeling her center grind onto his harden cock. She brought her moist lips down to his neck sucking on it hard, definitely leaving a hickey.

"F-fuck. You are gorgeous, look at your body." he said, unbuckled her bra and tossed it aside, memorizing this moment and her pebbled nipples. He bent his head down attacking her left breast with his mouth and the other with the palm of his hand. Before they knew it they were both completely naked. She bent her back proving space between her wet center and his harden member so they could finally get to business. She was still on top as his hands were resting around her hips guiding her into him.

"Damn, you're so tight baby" he groaned, she continued to jump up and down ridding his hard cock moaning and screaming his name. "C-c-oollss" She could feel how close she was. He bit her nipples swiftly flipped her onto her back side making her giggle and bit her lip, his dick didn't leave her body, pumping into her over and over. Finally bringing his hand down to her wet folds to flick her clit making her squirm and finally reach her climax. "come for me baby, come, I want to come with you" he whisper into her ear, that heat spilling of his mouth and the way he was rubbing her nub made her come so hard, the same time, but swiftly pulled his throbbing cock out of her entrance as he came all over her stomach.

"O-o-oh fuckkkk! She screamed pulling his hair as she felt his juices on her body, as he let out a groan. "Fuck fuck fuck" she repeated feeling the heat from him.

"Damn baby. You are amazing" he said falling beside her.

"FUUUUCK!" she kept granting, "I love you" she whispered to her best friend, which now had a little bit more meaning behind it. "I love you too…" he said with a smile, kissing her neck, going for round two.

#machine gun kelly #machine gun kelly imagine #colson baker x reader #colson baker imagine #colson baker #machine gun kelly x reader #fan fiction

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Come Home (2)

Requested by anon; Part 2 to “come home”?

Pairing(s) ; Batfam x reader ,

Warning(s); Some blood mention, panic, slightly angsty slightly fluffy

A/N; tbh I think of the action I want to happen and forget to even come up with a plot for my stories .. anyways find part one in the damian tag , oh and I'm re sharing this because i’ve made some maaaajoooorrrrr edits, it basically feels like a new fic but the same context is there yaknow? enyweyyy enjoy!!

edits made: 7.23.19

"I didn't think you'd be back so soon.." Damian spoke when he felt a shift in the shadows of the library. He sat in his usual spot where he waited for you, in his father's chair, a cup of warm tea sitting long forgotten on the side table, Titus laying at his feet, asleep.

It stayed silent and for a second he doubted himself, but before he could push the thought of you from his mind, your voice spoke softly from all around him.

"I told you I’d come back.." he huffed a humorless chuckle before looking up from his book to speak out to you, where ever you stood in the room. The room lit only by the small lamp sitting on the side table, it darkened the shadows in the corner.

“So then why don’t you step into the light?” he challenged, titus rolled over on his side, using his movement to mask the sound of your steps. You winced as a shock of pain ran up your spine, sucking in a breath and alerting the boy of your presence.

“yn–” he shut the book and set it down beside him, but before he could turn to face you, your hand was on his shoulder. He tensed when you squeezed enough for him to wince, but the message was clear.

‘don’t.

Titus still slept soundly and Damian almost cursed the dog for not doing what he’d trained him for when you were to come around. But still he didn’t move. Instead he tried to see you without actually having too.

You were struggling to take steady breaths, the slight tremor in your intakes told him you were breathing manually. When you could trust he wouldn’t turn on you, your grip weakened but didn’t disappear.

“are you okay sister?” he asked gently, your thumb gently stroked his shoulder before you let out a deep sigh.

“You were right, Damian..” his eyes narrowed, you’d never used his name, even when he’d been a brat to you.

“why are you really here. why’d you run when I tried to help you.” he demanded for answers, they’d been left in the dark for so long he deserved to know the reason behind your words. "from that goodbye, I assumed you'd be gone another 3 months.”

His tone dropped to the same tone he'd used with any of those scum roaming Gothams streets. You deserved it after leaving the way you did, leaving them running in circles. You deserved what you got, maybe coming home was the mistake. But now you felt like your legs would give out on you any second. And for a second your mind flashed back to them, of the reason you’d kept your family in the dark for so long, and you considered making an escape before dragging your family into your mess.

“Damian..” but a second time hearing it made his skin crawl uncomfortably and he felt his patience thinning.

“Maybe Grayson was right, maybe you think we’re just some game to you.” he spat, consumed in his frustration he didn’t miss the weight lift from his shoulder. “Stop coming in and out of lives and taking from us every time you go.”

The room fell silent again where his words were left hanging in the air where you could either accept it, or leave it where it were. He huffed, a minute passed and he felt his shoulders drop. He sighed, shutting his eyes, a silently cursing himself in arabic for letting you slip away again.

Titus’ head shot up, staring off into the dark, before he started softly whimpering. Damian sighed in irritation when he continued, ready to shout at him but then he saw the cause for his distress.

There you stood, at the edge where the light met the darkness. Your sudden appearance startled him, but seeing you he tensed up, his eyes widening in horror at the sight, but he couldn’t seem to move.

Your hand weakly aided the wound on your torso. Your face was beaten up pretty badly with bruises coloring your jaw, your lip busted with blood dribbling down your chin. Your body armor was ripped through, he could see even more cuts scattered across your skin, and knew more awaited them underneath. When he met your eyes again, you tried giving him a small smile, hoping to distract him from what you just presented him with.

“..I should’ve stayed” with that your knees finally gave out, the exhaustion consuming you. He was at your side in seconds, catching you before the rest of your body hit the floor. He held your head in his lap as you slowly found comfort in the darkness. Titus whined more before Damian was shoving him away from you, barking his own orders at him to hurry and find someone.

Damian was busy freaking out, he couldn't stop shaking as he held you close to his chest, screaming in actual horror as he cried for anyone to please hurry. You were like dead weight in his arms, and seeing you so lifeless actually instilled a fear in him he hadn’t felt in a long time.

“ynn, ynn! come on!” he tried lifting you but his hands were shaking so bad that he'd only end up dropping you, injuring you further. He looked over your injuries again, your head had lolled to the side giving him the perfect few of rope burns and fingertips bruised into your skin.

‘What the hell happened to you?’ he thought but snapped out of it when he heard rushed footsteps coming up the hall. The library door swung open the lights immediately switched on. Alfred froze upon the scene before him, a sight he’d only pictured in his worst nightmares. Damian cried out for the butler's help while you continued to bleed out, your blood staining his hands and getting all over his clothes. Somehow he’d managed to get it on his face from running his hands through his hair, clutching the dark locks desperately when you stayed unresponsive.

His eyes drifted to you, where your chest was barely moving and your blood leaked between his fingers and dripped to the carpet below. Your injuries left him in shock, asking the same question Damian had, but he swallowed down his own trepidation and rushed forward to help.

“Alfred, I–I don't-” He stuttered, but Alfred was taking hold of the situation by the roots, gathering as much calm as he could. He removed Damian’s grip by applying pressure to your wound and looking up at Damian with a somber look in his eye.

“They’re no missions tonight, just patrol, hurry.” and with that Damian was running as fast as he could to the cave.

NEW EDITS !!

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