#to reunite and work towards a common cause.............................

[beescake]

Is Solkat the last two braincells in your brain or something/pos

yeas

stupid crush

#ask #eliza-kinnie #homestuck #karkat vantas #sollux captor #solkat #2024 #vioart #outside of wips for this blog i do draw other stuff.. other ships other fandoms n the occasional paid work etcetc #one thing ill always love more than slkt is. Drawing #but here's the latest feed on my slkt braincells 🎤: #RGGHRGHNFHGRHHG. #GHNFHGRHHGNGHRGH. #GRRRRGHRHGH. #NGHRGHHGHHHHG. #PAIN. #childhood close friends #who no longer have any reason to talk to each other............. #unless plot gives them a new purpose #to reunite and work towards a common cause.............................

[acewritesfics]

A Wedding After All  | Tommy Shelby 

Pairing: Thomas Shelby x Pregnant!Reader 

Request: No.  

Warnings: Alludes to cheating [I do not condone cheating]. Pregnancy. Past childhood sweethearts. Brief mention of war. One f*ck.

Word Count: 2,103

Tommy Shelby Masterlist | Main Masterlist

"Is Tommy in his office, Polly?" Y/N asks as she approaches the woman who has always treated her like a daughter. Her cheeks are flushed after walking as fast as she could to the Shelby Company's headquarters. She's come straight from the doctor's office. 

Polly cast a worried glance towards the younger woman. "You alright, Love?" 

"I need to talk to Tommy," she says, her gaze darting towards Tommy's office. "It's important that I speak with him." 

"He ought to return at any moment. I'm sure you can tell me whatever you need to tell him," Polly remarks as she sees Y/N beginning to pace back and forth in front of her. 

"Sorry, but I can't. I won't say anything until I've spoken with Tommy." Y/N is unable to calm herself as nauseous feeling settles in her stomach. 

The Shelby family's Matriarch felt unsure how to handle the current situation she finds herself in. If something bothered her, Y/N would always tell her. She never went to Tommy first with anything since their relationship ended years ago.  

Polly knew the woman Y/N's father married a month after his wife died, and it came as no surprise how viciously she treated the teenage girl, from spreading rumours to physically beating her, while her good for nothing father did nothing to stop his new wife. 

Polly immediately scoured the entire town of Small Heath for Y/N and welcomed her into her home once she learned that she was kicked to the streets when she was fifteen. 

It wasn't long before Polly introduced her to her brother's family. When she met the Shelby siblings, they forged an immediate bond. Ada, the only girl, took to her the most, relieved to have another girl to talk to. The two women are still as thick as thieves to this day. They have a sisterly relationship that not even Tommy could disrupt. 

From the moment they met there was an obvious immediate attraction between Y/N and Tommy.  It didn't take long for their friendship to grow into a romantic love. Their romance was a whirlwind of passion, excitement and love. The two of them only had eyes for each other. Everyone knew she was Tommy's girl, and no one dared to touch her. Even though Tommy had little in common with his father, the Shelby name came with a not-so-great reputation.  

Tommy and Y/N weren't hesitant to call each other out on their foolishness, their confrontations occasionally attracting unwelcome attention. But they never went to bed angry with each other, which sometimes resulted in restless nights spent talking and making up. He had been her first love. 

However, their romance eventually ended when Y/N travelled to London shortly after turning 21 to pursue becoming a nurse. Tommy wanted to promise that he'd wait for her to return to Birmingham because he knew she was the one who he was supposed to marry and spend the rest of his life with. She urged him not to make any promises to her, fearing that their parting would only cause more heartbreak. But Tommy never gave up on her, writing almost every day to persuade her that everything would work out between them. They both held hope that it would until the letters eventually became less frequent as they both became busy with their lives.   

The war broke out two years into her training, and she and many other nurses were deployed to France to care for their countries' wounded. There, she was reunited with her former love. In the midst of tending to the soldier's wounds, their love for one another was rekindled. 

But as the days passed, Tommy's once beautiful vibrant blue eyes turned dull, emotionless, and void as they witnessed people die in the most horrific ways. When the war was over and they were sent home, they went their separate ways once more. 

It wasn't until six months ago that Y/N returned Birmingham. She'd been assigned to work in Small Heath's hospital. She preferred working at this hospital to the one she previously worked at in London. It moved at a slightly slower pace which she enjoyed.  

She reconnected with Polly and the brothers once she had settled back in and called Ada at least three times a week to keep her updated now that she was living in London with her son. Despite Ada's displeasure at Y/N wanting to return to Birmingham, the younger of the two women supported her decision knowing that their hometown was where Y/N belonged. 

Y/N had missed Polly and the brothers and was overjoyed to have them back in her life, as well as to be back in theirs. 

She enjoyed being back in Small Heath, even if her heart was crushed by her own past decisions. She assumed she was over Tommy, that all they'd ever be is friends, and that all her old sentiments for him had vanished. Tommy was her first and only love, so learning that he was now engaged saddened her. Polly attempted to convince her that Tommy never stopped loving her and that this marriage was a waste of time and money once he realises, he's making a mistake.  

But all Y/N saw was the way Tommy's soon-to-be bride looked at him, the way her eyes lit up when he walked into the room, the way he makes her smile. It was the same way she would look at him. The only difference was he never looked at her the same way he looked at Y/N. He never looked at anyone the way he was before the war. Y/N didn't know if Tommy loved his fiancée, but he was marrying her and that was enough for Y/N to know that her and Tommy will never be more than friends again.  

Y/N didn't want to get in the way of their relationship, so she kept her distance from Tommy. Which had been working until one night nine weeks ago. 

Polly pulls out a cigarette, places it between her lips, and lights it while she continues to watch Y/N pacing the room. She takes in the younger woman's form, seeing the small curvature of her belly as her hands rest over her stomach as if protecting it. 

Then it dawns on her.  

Leaving her cigarette in the ashtray, she moves towards Y/N and stops her from pacing a hole into the floor. Y/N seems surprised as Polly reaches out and gropes her breasts, feeling them for a few seconds before letting go. 

"You're with child," she exclaims, not bothering to hide the smile on her face. She is not a fool. This baby can only belong to one man, and it would be the push the former lovers need to come back together. Tommy, after all, would never abandon the woman who is carrying his child, especially when it's the woman he's been hopelessly in love with since he was sixteen 

"Fuck me," Y/N murmurs more to herself since she should have known Polly would notice. Nothing can ever get past the Romani woman. "Please don't say anything until I've spoken with Tommy." 

"My lips are sealed," she assures as she places her hand to Y/N's belly.  "Is she Tommy's then?" 

"She?" Y/N raises an eyebrow in response. She wasn't going to bother responding to Polly question since she already knew the answer. 

"Did you forget who you are talking to?" Polly beams, eliciting a smile from Y/N, who appears to be more at ease. "She'll be beautiful, Y/N, and you'll love her more than you've ever loved anyone, even Thomas. There is no deeper love than that between a mother and her daughter." 

They both have a saddened expression on their faces as they recall who they've lost. Y/N lost her mother, and Polly lost her daughter, but they found what they were looking for in each other. Polly always believed that her daughter and Y/N's mother brought them together knowing that they needed one other. 

"You understand that she'll call you nan, right?"  Y/N says, making Polly smile this time. 

"Of course she is," Polly says, hugging her adopted daughter. She lets go of her, looking over her shoulder as someone walks into the office. 

Y/N becomes tense once more. She doesn't have to turn around to find out who it is since she can always feel Tommy's presence before she sees him. She turns around with a timid smile, the nauseous feeling in her stomach intensifying as she swallows the lump in her throat. 

"Y/N," he says a little taken aback to see her. 

"Good afternoon, Thomas," she says formally, trying not to seem too anxious. Since the night they spent together nine weeks ago, the two have barely spoken. Polly simply stands between them, smiling. "Do you have a moment? I need to speak with you." 

"I do," he replies and leads her into his office hearing the urgency in her voice. 

He glances worriedly at Y/N after closing the door. "Is everything okay?" 

"I saw the doctor this morning."  

As he gets closer to her, he grows increasingly worried. "Are you ill?" 

"What I have does cause sickness." She claims unable to look at him. The amount of thinking she did on her walk to the office did not help her at all. 

"What do you have?" He tilts her head so she can look at him. He notices tears welling up in her eyes. 

She takes a deep breath in and out, gathering all her courage to tell him as h er tears begin to fall. "I'm pregnant, Tommy." 

The Peaky Blinder remains calm as thoughts start running through his head. His eyes never leave hers. Y/N searches his eyes trying to find a hint of what he could be feeling or thinking. 

"You are the only one I've been with, Tommy. The baby is yours and I know you are to be married so if you want, I will leave. I'll go back to London and raise her by myself. I just thought since you're the father, you have the right to know and decide what you want to do," She rambles. Removing Tommy's hands off her face, she steps back from him, her arms going around her stomach, bracing herself for his rejection.  

"Or," Tommy finally speaks. "Or, you can stay here, I can marry you and we can finally be a family." 

"Tommy, you're engaged to someone else," She looks at him as though he's delusional, not believing what she's hearing. 

"Not a single day goes by where I don't think about you and what it would be like if we stayed together," he admits. "Because of that, I ended my engagement. I can't marry someone else when the only woman I'll ever love is standing right there in front of me." 

"Tommy, I-"  

"We are going to get married, we are going to have this baby and we are going to be a family," he steps towards her cupping her face again. This thumbs brush away her fallen tears. "I have never stopped loving you," he whispers before kissing her. 

"I love you too, Tommy," she replies when the kiss is broken and Tommy pulls away from her. She watches him go over to his desk, pull something out of the draw and walk back over to her. In his hand is a red velvet ring box. He opens it revealing the gold ring with three red ruby stones surrounded by diamonds. She gasps recognizing his mother's engagement ring. "Your mother's ring." 

"I've been saving it for you," he tells her. "You're the only one I want to wear it. Will you do me the honour in becoming my wife?" 

She nods her head, as the tears start to fall harder. Tommy smiles a rare smile, one that was only reserved for her, and slides the ring onto her finger before he kisses her deeply wrapping his arms around her waist as her arms go around his shoulders. 

"Well it's about bloody time," Arthur's gruff voice comes from the doorway causing the reunited couple to part. 

Y/N's cheeks flush red. Tommy can't contain the smile on his face. "Brother, there's going to be a wedding after all." 

"Who's getting married?" John asks missing what Arthur just walked in on. The younger of the three takes in the scene before him, seeing Y/N and Tommy wrapped up in each other. "You two are getting married?" he then asks, looking confused. 

"We're getting more than that," Tommy smiles lovingly at the woman who stole his heart when they were sixteen. 

#acewritesfics repost #tommy shelby x reader #peaky blinders #peaky blinders x reader #thomas shelby x reader #thomas shelby #tommy shelby

[leclercstarrs]

childhood friends, daryl dixon.

summary: in which you reunite with your childhood friend, only for him to underestimate your value in the current state of the world.

warnings: fem!reader, surgeon!reader, typical twd violence, and not proof read atm.

notes: request from anon! i put a small twist on this request so i hope you enjoy! also i really need to start proof reading my work right away cause i feel like there might be tons of little embarrassing mistakes i haven’t noticed so let me know if that’s a common thing on all my ‘not yet proof read’ fics because if so i’m going to go back and fix them, ty bbies!

One thing Daryl Dixon still remembers about his life before the dead started walking, is his childhood best friend. The girl that he always went to when he was upset, the girl that always knew how to cheer him up, and that same girl that eventually moved away before the two of them started high school, leaving him heartbroken as her and her family drove off to go live in a small community far away from him, not looking back.

Whenever the memories of that girl cloud his mind, he feels pathetic, quickly reminding himself that she’s probably a walker now, having absolutely no memory of him or her own childhood.

However, the one possibility that sounded insane to him, happens to be the reality. That girl is you, who’s younger self hated her parents for ripping her away from everything and everyone she’s known since birth to move to Alexandria, but now is extremely grateful for them, as she has a safe place to stay in during the world going to shit.

“(Y/N).” A loud voice calls you from outside your house, causing you to walk downstairs and open the door. “Deanna, what’s up? It’s like three in the morning.” You sigh, leaning on the door frame, wearing fluffy slippers and a pair of shorts with a tank top. “We have a group that just arrived, some of them need medical attention and check ups.” The older lady explains, bring your attention to the group of people standing in the middle of the road with Aaron. “Alright, one second.” You nod, grabbing your jacket off of the coat rack and quickly putting it on, then following Deanna towards the group.

“Ladies and gentlemen, this is (Y/N) (L/N), she’s our nurse and she’s going to do routine check ups on everyone.” The leader of your community explains to the new residents, causing everyone to turn to face you. “Um, I’m gonna check the children first.” You say, a warm smile on your face, hoping to relieve the tension between everyone. “(Y/N)?” Someone says, causing your eyes to follow their voice, being greeted by the sight of someone you recognize. “Daryl?” You gasp. His eyes are wide as you run up to him and hug him, “Oh my god, I haven’t seen you in forever! I didn’t even know if you were…” You don’t finish your sentence, assuming he knows what you were going to say. “Yeah, same.” He breathes out, warming up to the hug and wrapping his arms around you. “You know her?” Another man cuts in, causing you to pull away from Daryl. “She was my friend way back, before high school.” He explains to the other man, “Sorry, who are you?” You ask. “Rick, Rick Grimes.” The man, who you now know as Rick, hesitantly replies. “Oh, nice to meet you. These are your children, yes?” You glance at the young girl he’s holding and the older boy that’s next to him. “Yes.” He nods. “Okay, Do you mind if I take them to the infirmary and check for bites or injuries? It’s a typical procedure here.” You explain. He doesn’t respond. “You can of course come with us.” You add, hoping it convinced him, “Yeah, sure.” He agrees this time. “Okay, I’ll see you soon.” You softly smile at Daryl before turning around, “Come with me, please.” You instruct Rick and his family. “(Y/N), let me know if there’s any issues.” Deanna stops you before you start walking, a concerned look in her eyes. You raise an eyebrow, slightly confused at her worried state, “Of course.” You continue walking.

“Okay, Daryl, your turn.” You walk out of the infirmary room, gesturing to the man that’s sitting on the porch of the building, waiting for the other member’s of his group do get done with their checkups. “Mk.” He gets up, following you back into the room, closing the door behind him. “So, just sit here.” You tap on the chair in the middle of the room, “I’m basically just asking you questions about how you feel and checking your temperature, things like that.” You say your usually ‘speech’, something you usually do in hopes of comforting new group members. “Alright.” He sits down, watching as you shuffle around the room, grabbing a pen and clipboard off of one of the counters. “First question, do you have any bites or scratches?” You ask him. “That’s a stupid question. That’s why these people got you askin’?” He scoffs. You bluntly stare at him, “It’s procedure.” The man shakes his head, “Naw.” You check the ‘no’ box on the paperwork. “Okay, common symptoms of being turned include a fever, so I’m going to check your temperature now.” You plsce your clipboard to the side, getting off of the small stool and walking towards a cabinet filled with medical equipment. “Ya even a real nurse?” Daryl asks. “I went to university, then graduated, then became a top surgeon, so yeah, I have most of the skills to help people.” You roll your eyes, turning around and sitting back down on the stool in front of him. “Ahh, big shot.” He hums as you check his temperature. “No fever, you’re hopefully, not infected.” You sarcastically smile. “Now, you and your friend Rick are coming on a supply run with me tomorrow morning, so go get some sleep.” You stand up and gesture for him to leave the infirmary. “Your coming on a supply run? I don’t think you should, it’s dangerous.” He gives you a weird look. “I think I can handle it.” You laugh his comment off. “Based off the rest of these people, y’all don’t stand a chance if these walks come down, not without my group.” He adds. “I can handle myself. Some of the other residents might not have as much skill as your group, but I assure you, I got just as much experience as you. I’ll be a great addition to the supply runs. Anyways, I usually do them, at least before you guys got here.” You glare at him, roughly closing the medical cabinet. He doesn’t say anything, worry and doubt in his mind as he leaves the room, shutting the door and leaving you alone to clean up.

“Morning.” You walk up to the two men that are standing just outside of the gate, talking to each other in low whispers.“Good morning.” Rick turns around when he hears your voice. You nod, not bothering to make any more conversation, considering your last conversation involved Daryl undermining your capability of navigating the state of the world outside of Alexandria. “Close the gates.” You yell back to the lady on watch, you think her name’s Rosita. “Got it.” She starts closing the gate as the three of you walk away from the safe haven, heading towards a nearby town.

“We need more baby food, for, uh, Judith.” You mumble, reading the list on the small crumpled paper you’re holding. “Daryl.” Rick’s panicked voice sends shivers down you spine, causing you to look up with a concerned look on your face, greeted by the sight of a small group of walkers inching closer to you and the two men. “Shit.” You huff. The three of you quickly get your knives ready, moving away from each other and towards the walkers. While Rick and Daryl deal with the rest of the dead, you deal with about five of your own. Plunging your knife into each of their skulls, you quickly kill all of them, leaving blood splatters all over your clothes. “Am I capable of going on supply runs, now?” You turn to face Daryl, opening your mouth to continue, but quickly running towards him when you notice a walker push him over and fall on top of his body. “Rick!” You call the other man’s name, who just finished dealing with another walker, to get his attention. He turns around and is quick to follow you towards the other man. However, you get there before him, standing over the Walker and jamming your knife into the back of it’s head. Letting out a tired sigh, you wipe some more blood off of your forehead, then shoving the body of the walker off of Daryl. “Thanks.” He manages to breathe out. “Mhm.” You nod. You know it’s stubborn to still be pissed about what he said to you when he almost got eaten alive, but considering you saved his life despite his lack of faith in your survival skills, it felt too ironic.

Walking up and down the aisles of the small and abandoned grocery store, Daryl follows you around like a small puppy. “Why are you following me around? Go follow Rick.” You shake your head, tossing another box of old pasta into your bag. “Rick’s in the other store, I wanted to shop in this store.” Daryl scratches the back of his neck, attempting to create an excuse to walk with you, or really, follow behind you. “Sure.” You roll your eyes. “Hold this.” You abruptly stop and pass your bag to Daryl, the man taking it from you and watching as you stand up on your toes to reach a different box of pasta that’s on the highest shelf. “Here.” You drop the pasta box down, Daryl managing to catch it with your bag. Standing back down, you take the bag back from him, before moving to walk down the next aisle. “I’m sorry, alright? I know you’re capable of handling yourself, I just hadn’t seen you in so long and all those other residents have barely even seen the outside world since moving to that place.” He huffs, grabbing your arm before you can continue to sulk around the store. “I haven’t seen you in, I don’t even know how long at this point, and one of the first real conversations we had, involved you making a snap judgement and regarding me as useless aside from being a nurse.” You look at him, your tone harsh. “I’m sorry, how many times I gotta say it?” Daryl scoffs. “I want you to admit that you were wrong.” You cross your arms, holding them up your chest, your mouth pressed into a firm line. “Fine.” He pauses, “I was wrong, you’re not useless, I never even meant to say that.” He continues. His voice is low like usual, but his facial expression tells a different story, a soft look in his eyes with a small but genuine smile forming. “You’re forgiven.” You hold yourself back from smiling, “I guess.” You shrug. “You’re more stubborn than me, huh?” He laughs. “Always been that way, remember when I didn’t talk to you for a full day because you took my ice cream?” You playfully bump his arm with your arm, “Oh, I remember.” He says.

Daryl never thought he’d see you again, but now that he’s standing right in front of you, the two of you laughing and making jokes, he can start to feel those certain butterflies he felt in his stomach from when he was younger. The butterflies that only showed up whenever he was near you.

#this doesn’t exactly follow the show plot cus i wanted to change some things #this is mad long but it was hard to fit everything into one fic #x reader #fanfic #fanfiction #twd x reader #the walking dead x reader #twd fanfiction #the walking dead fanfiction #the walking dead fanfic #the walking dead fic #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon x female reader #daryl dixon x y/n

[daisynik7]

Iris

And I don't want the world to see me, ‘cause I don't think that they'd understand. When everything's made to be broken, I just want you to know who I am.

Pairing: Eren Jaeger x f!reader

Rating: Mature – MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Word Count: ~4.5k (I went way over than I was supposed to, lol)

cw: switching POVs (2nd person reader, 3rd person Eren), canon-universe, VERY canon-divergent, consider this a what-if scenario, major AOT spoilers up to season 4, angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, smut – PIV sex (cowgirl position), fingering 

Summary: At the Battle of Fort Slava, Eren Jaeger, hell-bent on launching his ultimate attack on Marley, injures himself to pose as a wounded soldier, granting him admittance to the hospital to finalize his plans. You, an Eldian volunteer working at the hospital, start treating this new patient, nervous about his mysterious demeanor. Eventually, you learn that you have much more in common with each other than you think. 

Author’s Note: Thank you @ichinosejager13 for your second request for the y2k karaoke party! I did something totally different this time; I wrote a fic set in the canon universe. I thought it fit well with this song, so I hope you like it! While it’s set in the canon universe, it is very obviously canon divergent, so please remember I took a lot of liberties with this. I am in no way suggesting that any of this is what I wish happened in canon. I just think it was an interesting idea to write. Also, I understand that this will seem very out-of-character for Eren, but let’s just roll with it because it's all in good fun, lol. 

Like, reblogs, and/or comments are ALWAYS appreciated! Thank you for reading! MDNI banner by @/cafekitsune.

Fort Slava, huddled in the trenches. Blade through his leg, bullet in his eye. This is the last vivid memory Eren can recall as he stands in line outside the hospital, waiting to be admitted. Some asshole Marleyan imitates explosion sounds, causing all of those around him to fall to the ground, cowering in fear. They suffer trauma from the battlefield, and even Eren, with a clear conscious now, is affected by it. A kid, another Eldian dawning the same yellow armband as he is, steps towards them, kneeling down to help them up. He even assists Eren, correcting his armband to his left arm instead of the right. Luckily, it goes unnoticed by everyone else, which is exactly what he wants. 

It's all part of his plan; the attack on Marley. It’s been in the works for months now, starting with his infiltration of the army, fighting alongside Marleyans and Eldians alike. He thought he’d have better clarity of the situation, maybe get convinced to call the whole thing off after bonding with other solders through the tragedies of violence and war. Unfortunately, it’s only made him realize how much more he needs to follow through with it. Nothing will ever change in this cruel world unless he’s the one to do it. 

There are days when he gets cold feet. He’s tempted to re-evaluate, find a way back to his home of Paradis, reunite with his friends, devise a better plan and figure it out together. But in all the futures Eren can see, his current plan is the only one that will work. The only one that will grant him the freedom he’s been chasing his entire life.  

The process is slow to get a room in the hospital. Luck remains on Eren’s side when he’s assigned a private room. It’s barren; a single-bed, just long enough to accommodate his stature, withered sheets and rusted iron on the frame. There’s a small nightstand beside it with two drawers to hide his belongings, which is essentially nothing, and atop is a small lamp, illuminating the room in a dreary glow. It’s not luxurious, but it’s enough for the time-being. Because that’s all Eren needs right now: time. 

Eventually, Zeke will find him. They’ve been contacting each other for a while now, and Eren has a firm grasp on what his older brother is trying to convince him to do with the Founder’s power. While he doesn’t agree with his idea to euthanize the entire race of Eldians, Eren needs to entertain it long enough to manipulate Zeke into letting him use his royal blood. 

It's all convoluted and fucked up, he’s aware of that. Somedays, he wishes he could escape this curse without doing anything at all. That one day, he’d be gone from this world, liberated from his Titan power, saved from this burdened life. This isn’t what he imagined while reading all those books he and Armin would marvel at as kids. This isn’t the freedom he was hoping for. 

He rests in his pathetic, yet oddly comforting bed, staring up at the ceiling, unable to fall asleep. His leg and eye are still wrapped in bandages, so a nurse should be coming soon to check on him. There’s a faint commotion out in the hallway, but Eren is too lazy and too uninterested to investigate. Soon, it subsides, and the door swings open, revealing a women around his age, wearing a nurses uniform and the yellow Eldian patch on her left arm. He recognizes the attire from battle; the army had a few nurses stationed at the fort for casualties. 

“Mr. Kruger?” she asks. 

It takes him a second to remember the alias he decided to use. He confirms it, nodding his head silently. 

She gives him a warm smile, introducing herself. “I’ll be helping you from now on.”

~~~

You started working at the hospital a few months ago. For Eldians, it’s nearly impossible to be accepted into higher education, so nursing school was never an option. With opportunities so scarce, your best bet was to apply for a volunteer position at the hospital in hopes of using that as a steppingstone for an actual paying job. You don’t expect a promotion any time soon, not even in the near future, but at least you’re spending your time helping others.

While it’s rewarding, it isn’t glamorous or pretty in the slightest bit. Because you lack the proper education, your tasks mostly include bathing, feeding, cleaning up any accidents or messes. Occasionally, if your patient is open to it, you spend time with them chatting, doing activities with them, listening to their stories. This is rare, though. Most that are admitted are Marleyans who refuse to speak to you because of your status. Some are even reluctant to have you help them in the first place. The Eldians, sadly, are usually too traumatized to open up, so you do your best to make them comfortable however you can. 

When you meet your newest patient, Eren Kruger, you don’t expect him to be any different from the rest. You are, however, surprised at how young he is; he can’t be any older than you, judging by his appearance. His records show nothing except for his name and his status as an Eldian, which isn’t unusual, so you don’t think much of it. “Mr. Kruger, I know you must be hungry,” you start. “Lunch will be arriving soon. If you need assistance, I’ll be here to help you.”

He acknowledges you with another curt nod, remaining silent. You can’t help but notice how brilliantly green his eyes are. Have you ever seen irises like his before? You let the inappropriate thought vanish quickly before you ask, “Would you like me to bathe you now or after you eat?”

At this, his brows tighten. “Bathe?” 

“Yes, Mr. Kruger. We can bathe you before or after lunch, it’s up to you – ”

“I don’t want to bathe,” he says, avoiding your gaze. 

You blink at him, unsure how to respond. “Surely you must want to be clean – ”

He interrupts you again, muttering, “How can I, when I’m like this?”

You understand his hesitation now, not needing further explanation. Sometimes, patients with missing limbs have expressed concern submerging themselves in a tub full of water, not wanting to get their bandages wet. Quickly, you clarify, “It would be a sponge bath. We can do that while you’re lying in bed, actually. And your bandages will stay intact.”

This seems to be the answer he’s looking for. His expression relaxes when he says, “After. I want to do it after I eat.”

You smile softly at him, noting it on your checkboard. “Understand. I’ll go check on your meal now. Is there anything else you need from me?”

A beat passes before he replies, “Pen and paper. For letters.”

You write it, reminding yourself to bring it when you return with his meal. “Got it.”

A few minutes later, you return with a tray of food along with a wad of paper and two pens. You set it on his nightstand beside him, waiting for him to move it. When he doesn’t, staying still, staring blankly at the foot of the bed, you clear your throat. “Mr. Kruger?”

“I’m not hungry,” he murmurs. 

“But you haven’t eaten all day. You need nourishment if you’re going to get any better.”

“And who says I want to get better?” He glares at you, startled by the intensity in his gaze. 

You swallow hard, nervous, but still resilient. “You have to eat. You owe it to yourself after what you’ve been through.”

“And how would you know what I’ve been through?” His voice is steady, a hint of venom, barely enough to sting. But you’re determined. You sit at the edge of the bed, careful not to touch him. Reaching for the tray, you set it down on your lap, sighing. “I don’t know. I have no idea what war is like out there. All I know is that it’s not great for us here. At least out there, you’re fighting together as a unit. Marleyan, Eldian, it doesn’t matter. You’re working to defeat our enemy. And who knows? If we ever win the war, maybe life will be better for us here.” You shove the tray towards him, glaring back at him. “So the least you could do is try to see it through and survive, right?”

He studies you carefully, contemplating how to respond. Glancing at the tray in front of him, he smirks, scooping a spoonful of mashed potatoes into his mouth. You ease up, tension releasing from your shoulders. 

After a few more bites, he speaks. “Who do you think the enemy is?” 

Just when you thought you were in the clear, he asks you another question. “It was the Mid-East Allies. That’s who you fought at Fort Slava.” 

“But who do you think the real enemy is?” He’s finished with his potatoes, now moving on to his meatloaf. 

“Well, I suppose it’s whoever the government says it is.” You’re unsure what kind of answer he’s searching for.

“And if they say that we’re the enemy, then what?” He points between you, leaving you confused. 

“We…?”

“Eldians. Devils.”

“No, no. The Devils are on the island. We’re…we’re not like them.”

“Are you sure?” He stuffs the rest of the meat into his mouth, chewing and swallowing it all down. “What makes you think you’re any better here than you are there?”

Your face feels hot now, and you start to stammer. “Because…because that’s what we were told. We’re on the right side. They’re on the wrong.” 

His plate is nearly clean now. He slides his fingers on the remnants, licking it off before chugging half a glass of water. “What if I told you there’s a place for people like us? A place where you wouldn’t have to walk around with an armband. A place where you were treated fairly. Would you want to go to a place like that?” 

You feel yourself drawn in by his words. The idea of it sounds impossible. Ever since you were born, you were taught to know your place in this world. That place was here in Marley, destined to be a second-class citizen. You were told that the island across the sea was full of devils like you, but because you’re here, you’re better. You can’t deny that you’ve been curious what life is like out there. All this time, you thought it must be worst, secluded on an island, hated by the rest of the world. 

But is this life any better? Secluded in your own community and still hated by the rest of the world?

You pick the tray up from his lap, muttering, “I’ll go get your sponge bath ready.”

He doesn’t add anything else, watching you silently. You walk towards the door, ready to leave. Before you do, you say, “And to answer your question: I would.”

~~~

It was supposed to be innocent banter, that’s what Eren intended. He figured he could chalk it up to the trauma speaking for him, that she wouldn’t even be remotely interested in what he had to say. He thought she’d be like all the other naïve, brainwashed Eldians, ignorantly believing everything that was told to them. He realizes soon enough that he was wrong to underestimate her.

She comes to him every day, fulfilling her volunteer duties. Their daily routine begins with breakfast, then a morning stroll in his wheelchair out in the courtyard. Sometimes they’ll play chess at one of the tables, sometimes it’s checkers. Lunchtime comes, and then it’s time for a bath, one of Eren’s favorite parts of the day. Her hands are always gentle, gliding along his skin with a damp sponge. They’ll do another stroll outside, this time on his crutches, where he practices how to walk. Dinner arrives when it’s already dark out, and occasionally, he’ll ask her to read the latest news from the paper. 

While all this happens, they talk. They talk a lot. 

As expected, she figures out that Eren is from Paradis, though he bends the truth about his true intentions for being here. She doesn’t know about his Titan powers, thinking he’s a refugee seeking sanctuary here. Surprisingly, she isn’t offended about it; in fact, she’s curious. They spend most of their time together sharing stories of their childhood. Eren describes life in Paradis, she describes life in Marley. While there are stark differences between their upbringings, there are also blatant similarities. And together, they come to the gut-wrenching conclusion: Eldians are terrorized wherever they are, whether it’s here, or across the sea. 

Eren has only sent one letter in the past two weeks, and that was to his friends back home, informing them that he is in Marley, safe and sound. He doesn’t disclose his plan to them yet. In all honestly, he’s not sure what the plan is anymore. Zeke still hasn’t found him, nor has Eren gone out of his way to be found. What Eren does know is that he enjoys spending time with the woman who helps him. So much that he’s losing grip on what he’s supposed to be doing here. He has to do something soon.

It comes to a head one night, three weeks after he was admitted to the hospital. Eren requests for another sponge bath after dinner; it was a hot day and he worked up a sweat during their afternoon walk. She helps him strip his shirt off, starting with the wet, warm sponge at his chest, massaging small circles onto his sticky skin. He watches her carefully, noticing her eyes lingering on his body more so than usual. 

He speaks softly into her ear, leaning in close. “I have something to tell you.”

She continues above his waist, hands gently scrubbing, not bothering to look at him when she responds. “What is it, Eren?”

He’s thought about this all day. The plan. “Would you like to visit Paradis?”

This time, she does look at him, confused. “What?”

Louder now, and more confident, he says, “Come to Paradis with me. See what it’s like there.”

She scoffs. “I can’t just leave.”

“Why not?”

“Because this is my home.”

“They treat you like nothing here,” he argues. “At Paradis, you’re somebody. We can be safe at Paradis.”

She stops, tossing the sponge into the bucket of water beside her, frustrated. “Safe? After everything you’ve told me? You said it yourself; you’ve been terrorized by Titans since you were a kid. Every nation in the world wants Paradis gone. How can it be safe?”

He swallows thickly, gripping her hand delicately in his. “I can’t explain everything right now, but I have a plan. We have a plan.” He recalls one of the last memories he has of Armin, his brilliant friend, suggesting a small-scale Rumbling, enough to scare the rest of the world from attacking Paradis for centuries. He dismissed it quickly then, but now, he considers it. Could this be their best option? Instead of the billions of casualties Eren had originally devised? “You just have to trust me for now. Once we’re there, I can explain everything.”

She stares at him, clearly in shock from his suggestion. He doesn’t blame her. Eren is asking her to give up everything she knows. 

“Eren,” she starts, squeezing his hand tighter. “I don’t know if I can do that.” 

He smiles at her, brushing his thumb across her knuckles delicately. “I understand. I know it’s a big ask, and I shouldn’t have expected you to say yes. I just…I just think I know what I can do for Paradis to make it safe for people like us. Somewhere we can be ourselves, where people will know us for who we are, and not for what they see on our armbands.”

“It sounds like paradise,” she says quietly.

“It does. And I think I could make it that way. I know I can.”

She sighs, retrieving the sponge again. “I want to believe you, Eren. But I don’t think I can throw away my life for something I’m unsure of.” She starts to slide his pants off, ready to wash below his waist.

“Please, just consider it. I plan to leave soon, within the next few days. I just have to send out a letter tomorrow, and I should be ready to go.”

“You’re leaving? Already?”

“I know what I have to do now. I can’t waste any more time when we can end this war now.”

She peers at him, tears welling in her eyes. “I…” 

“What is it?” He sits up, leaning in close to cup her cheek, brushing away her falling tears. 

“Will we ever see each other again?” Her voice is trembling, lips quivering. His heart sinks into his stomach, seeing her like this.

He presses his forehead to hers. “I’ll find you when this is all over. I promise you. Whatever you do, don’t go anywhere near the shore, okay?” The small-scale Rumbling should only affect the fleets, which will be in the middle of the ocean, far from the shore. Still, he can’t risk anything happening to her. Not when he isn’t there to protect her.

She nods, not asking for any further explanation. He presses a small kiss to her forehead. “I’m going to do whatever it takes to bring us peace.” 

~~~

Eren asks you to drop off a letter in the mailbox, addressed to someone named Azumabito. Apparently, she is an ally to Eldians who is stationed here in Marley, so she can arrange a ship for him to head back home. 

There are still so many questions left unanswered, though you decide not to ask them. Maybe it’s foolish to trust someone you’ve only known for a month. But Eren has given you more truth about this harsh world that anyone else the entire time you’ve been here. And he’s the only one who’s ever promised you a better life. 

Two days after you mailed the letters, you receive a response. It’s addressed to you, though you’re sure it’s meant for Eren. There’s a fancy insignia stamped to one corner of the envelope: a circle with a triangle in the center, formed by samurai swords. You keep it safe in your pocket as you head for the kitchen, ready to deliver Eren’s dinner. 

He reads it when he’s finished with his meal. You watch as he scans the letter carefully, mouthing a few words under his breath. When he reaches the end, he looks up at you, a small grin on his face. “She’s arranged a ship for tomorrow morning, before sunrise.”

You gasp, surprised at how soon his departure is. “Tomorrow?”

He nods, folding the letter and tucking it beneath his pillow. 

You let out a deep breath, unsure what else to say. Noticing your quiet demeanor, he reaches for your hand to hold it. “I know this is happening so fast. But I’ve never been more certain about what I need to do until now.” He interlocks his fingers with yours, smiling. “And you helped me with that.”

“Me? How?”

“By being you. By giving me a chance to explain myself. Even when you found out I was from Paradis, you didn’t judge me. You got to know me. It showed me that there are people, good people, on this side. That even in a ruthless place like this, there is beauty to be saved.” 

You don’t say anything, throat too heavy with emotion to respond. Blinking away your tears, you take his tray from his lap, walking quickly to the door. Before you can leave, he asks, “Can you please come back to help me shave?”

Without turning to face him, you nod, exiting his room, stifling your sobs on your way down the hallway. Your heart yearns for more time with him. For the past few weeks, being here has been an escape from your painful reality. You’re not seen as an Eldian, you aren’t considered a second-class citizen. With him, you’re just you. 

You know that you can’t keep him caged here forever. Like a bird, he’s ready to spread his wings. He’s ready to be free. While you’re heartbroken to see him leave, you’re thrilled for him to fulfill his destiny. All you can hope is that one day, you’ll be reunited in a better place than here. 

You return to his room a couple of minutes later with everything you need to give him a close shave. His facial hair has grown out quite a bit since he arrived. You lather his face with a small amount of soap, scrubbing the suds off with a warm, wet towel. He closes his eyes, indulging in your relaxing touch. After mindful preparation, you begin to shave his goatee with a straight razor, pulling his skin taut, gliding the blade carefully across his chin, cleaning it after every stroke. When you’re done with his beard, you focus your attention on his mustache, delicately moving the razor until his skin is smooth and shaven. You smile as you wipe off any remaining residue with the towel. 

With everything discarded into the bucket of water set on the nightstand, you take this time to admire his face, memorizing every detail. The flutter of his lashes, the bridge of his nose, the sharpness of his jawline, the plush of his lips. It’s only now that you realize how close to him you are. You’re kneeling beside him on the bed, noses almost touching, your fingers grazing his smooth skin. He opens his eyes to look at you, and his breath hitches at the intimacy, glancing at your mouth. 

Before you can move, he closes the short distance, kissing you on the lips. As quickly as it happens, he pulls away, blushing. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that. I should have asked first. I’m sorry – ”

You cut him off with another kiss, hungry for more. It’s his last day; in mere hours from now, he’ll be gone, and you’re not sure when you’ll see him again, if ever. It’s crossed your mind many times by now, how it would feel to be with him like this. The feeling of his lips on yours, the slide of his tongue in your mouth, the taste of his spit. You’d be lying to yourself if you said you’ve never thought about it. In fact, it’s been on your mind every night as you fall asleep, wishing you were in his arms instead of alone in your bed. 

He doesn’t pull away this time, sinking in deeper, slipping inside your mouth to swirl his tongue with yours. He’s just as sweet as you fantasized he’d be, luscious and rich in your mouth. His skin is smooth against your fingertips, tracing his jawline. One hand slides around your waist, tugging you closer to him, the other wraps around the nape of your neck, holding your head steady. You swing one leg over him, straddling his lap, hoisting the hem of your dress past your hips, revealing your panties. He moans, shifting beneath you in the bed to slip his trousers down, displaying his erection bulging in his underwear.

“Is this okay?” he huffs, catching his breath. His voice wavers, his only visible eye half-lidded with arousal, unable to keep his cool.

“Yes,” you answer, grinding yourself on him, kissing him sloppily. His grip is on your hips, guiding you to rut against his cock faster. The friction between you is enough to make you wet, your slick soaking through the fabric. 

“You’re an angel,” he whispers, dragging your bottom lip between his teeth. “I want to make you feel good.” His thumb teases the elastic of your waistband, hand slipping inside to rub your clit against his fingers. 

“Eren,” you moan, his sensual touch sending waves of pleasure through your body. He slowly slides two digits inside you, massaging your bud with his palm while he pumps his fingers into your sopping cunt. His cock is stiff beneath you, watching you ride his hand, cursing under his breath until you reach your climax, coating him in your arousal. 

You’re breathing heavily, in a daze from your orgasm. He removes his hand from you, slipping it past his underwear to jerk his cock. You reach for him, tugging his bottoms down his legs, replacing his fist with yours, stroking him eagerly. He whispers your name, bucking his hips in tandem with your movements. You’re aching for more, desperate to feel him inside you, feel him deeper. You position yourself correctly, pulling the crotch of your panties to the side to  tease the head of his cock up and down your folds. He sits up on his elbows, watching you with a nervous expression on his face. “Are you sure?” he asks.

You nod, smiling at him. “I’m sure. I want to be close to you, Eren.”

He swears, letting his head fall back into the pillows, staring up at the ceiling. You sink down on him, his dick stretching you out smoothly, still sleek from your previous orgasm. He moans, craning his neck to take in the lewd sight before him. “Oh my god,” he groans, thrusting his hips into you. 

You ride him slowly, his entire length filling you up to the brim. He plants his feet into the mattress to fuck you deeper, the metal frame creaking with every thrust. It doesn’t take long until you’re both coming together. He shoots his load inside you while you gush all over him, creating a wet mess between you that you couldn’t care less about in the euphoric state you’re in. You lift off him, rolling to his side, relaxing into the pillow with him beside you, cradling you in his arms. He gives you a smooch on the cheek, nuzzling his nose with yours. “I meant what I said earlier.”

“What?”

“You really are an angel,” he says, smiling at you.

~~~

Eren wakes up alone, and he’s almost convinced that it was all a dream until he spots the small note scribbled on paper laying his nightstand. 

It’s too hard to say goodbye, so I won’t. I trust you to keep your promise. We’ll see each other again soon.

With daybreak approaching, Eren leaves for the docks quickly with only the clothes on his back and letters in his pocket, including hers. With sunrise teasing the horizon, he makes it to the meeting place just in time. He recognizes Azumabito and greets her, explaining the situation as they board the ship. She informs him that they are waiting for several other passengers, so he makes himself comfortable by a window.  

A few minutes pass and one of the crew approaches him. “Mr. Jaeger, there is a woman trying to board, claiming they are with you. Do you know anything about this?”

He glances out the window towards the docks and to his shock, he sees an angel with a suitcase in hand, talking to Azumabito. His heart races, overjoyed as he jumps out of his seat, sprinting out of the ship to meet her. 

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Small big problem

Pairings: Peter B. Parker x giant spiderman reader (platonic), Mayday x giant spiderman reader (platonic).

Summary: Some times is easy to to forget that even the strongest can be vulnerable.

Warnings: none.

A/n: this is my first time writing straight and purely in English, and it’s freaking hard when it’s not your native language. All my respect for the people that can.

Masterlist

In the spiderverse, a place of infinite possibilities, it’s easy to find every kind of people. Different Spider-Mans with different abilities.

There are different variants like Miguel with his claws and fangs, like Hobby with an always present distinction in his movements typical of his dimension, Jessica with her webs that come out of her fingertips and fights on a motorcycle or Margot with her avatar that has a physical and tangible form. Then there are the common variants like Peter Parker and Gwen Stacy. But even then, knowing of the possibilities, it was big shock for Miguel, Jess and Peter B. to land on a dimension were everything was huge. It was even more shocking to find the anomaly they were chasing, being pinned down by the big hand of the universe’s Spiderman.

But surprises don’t end there.

The moment he took off his mask in front of the team, every one was left speechless.

“Sooo…” started Jess.

Finally coming out of his shock, Peter smiles watching a young, smiling and fresh face under the mask. “Yep, a new teammate.”

Y/n rises both his eyebrows in slight confusion when both spider people turned towards the bigger guy among them. Because to him, they were all still small. His always been the tall kid in everything, but he totally feels like a giant in front of 3 people standing on an AC engine to stand shoulder height level with him. Basically, they were like 12 inches action figures to him.

Miguel, on the other hand, wasn’t thrilled to the idea of including another hormonal teenager to the society.

“Absolutely not.” he stated, turning his back on them and start messing with the watch.

Peter was the first to start arguing. “Oh come on. Big guy here-“ he said while pointing with his head at the young giant. “handled the anomaly effortlessly. He could totally be a good asset.”

Jess crossed her arms over her almost unnoticeable baby bump. “I agree with Peter in this.”

Miguel sighted turning around. “No. I already let you two persuade me to let Hobbie, Gwen and Pavrit into the society. I don’t need another teenager.” He said, making hand gestures to make emphasis in his point.

“Umm…” the three adults turned to the young boy when he got their attention. “If I may ask. What is this team you are talking about?”

Miguel opened his mouth under his mask to answer but was beaten by Peter. “It’s supper cool. You’re gonna love it kid. We are part of a society that reunites variants of Spiderman from different universes to protect the multiverse.”

“Wait, so- the theory of multiverses is real?” Asked the young one.

Peter, being the science nerd he is, started to explain. “Yeah. Miguel-“ he said, pointing at the líder of the group. “-our boss, leads mostly everything in there. He’s the only Spiderman that’s not funny, but everyone else is, so don’t worry. And it’s incredible to work with the other variants. Entertaining. But you should-“

“It’s not supposed to be fun or entertaining.” Interrupted Miguel with his authoritative voice. “This is serious. The multiverse is under our protection-“

“Ugh, and there you go again.” Complained Peter like a kid. “Killjoy. You keep repeating and repeating the same thing…”

While Peter and Miguel kept discussing the matter at hand like a married couple, Jessica and Y/n shared some glances between them. The younger asking ‘Is this normal?’ with his eyes, to which she replied ‘you have no idea’ with her own look.

Kind of feeling guilty for causing the discussion, Y/n tried to fix it. “It’s not necessary. Besides, I don’t think it would work.” He talked again, gaining the attention of the team. “You seem pretty surprised by my size. Which makes me think that the rest of the dimensions are on a smaller scale. It’ll be difficult or strange for the people in those dimensions to suddenly see a big Spiderman”

Peter turned to Miguel and threw him a bad look. “And now you made him feel bad.”

Miguel made his mask disappear just so Peter could see his offended expression. He can’t be serious, right?

Jess and Y/n felt the need to face palm so hard in that moment.

Long story short, Miguel ended up giving in and accepted the young Spiderman in the society.

The first days were something.

Most were intimidated merely by his height, that is until they all saw the friendly face under the mask when he took it off. But a special gang was the most interested in the newbie. Hobie, Pav and Gwen. The same teenagers Miguel was complaining about. He could understand why, the gang has too much energy for the poor man to handle. That’s why he has taken in to his own hands, the task to entertain the group whenever they are in his office.

Partly he does it so he doesn’t get in Miguel’s bad side and on the other hand, he wants to help the boss whose hate for life seems to grow every passing day.

Other than being busy with the gang, everything else was going perfectly fine.

He was called on difficult missions with Miguel, Jess and Peter B. after checking that the mission site is spacious enough for him to move. Or even leading his own missions with Gwen, Pav and Hobie. The last one was the hardest to convince to follow instructions, but he found a way to convince him to do what he wants without him even noticing, at least not until it was already done. Reverse psychology is what worked the most.

Until there was a problem. Hobie and Gwen were called to move a doc Oc anomaly to another universe in order to fight without causing damage to the surroundings. But they didn’t expect for the anomaly to have such an advanced technology so they called for back up, aka, Y/n.

But they forgot to mention a small detail.

The anomaly was in Lego Spider-Man’s dimension.

Y/n had such a heart attack when he came flying out of the portal and instantly had to calculate the landing to avoid destroying everything.

It was inevitable.

His foot alone covered the whole street.

Back up for the back up was needed, and seconds later Jess and spider byte appeared taking care of the situation.

But poor Y/n still was left with the horrified faces of the citizens in his mind. He doesn’t know how many bit the dust because of his mistake because there were to many casualties caused by the anomalies attack. It was a miracle that Lego Spider-Man’s dimension didn’t disappear.

Gwen and Hobie were scolded for how careless they were in their decision making once they returned.

Y/n didn’t leave his own dimension for a week with Miguel’s permission to stay out of missions until further notice.

It took the whole gang and spider Lego himself to convince him to go back to the HQ.

It was hilarious for him to see the relieved face of Miguel when he again was in charge of the teenagers. Poor man felt like he was one step away from strangling them all.

It took some time and encouragement from those who care about him but everything went back to normal. Dealing with anomalies and protecting tiny people, training with different variants of Spider-Mans that were brave, confident or stupid enough to face him, and last, the most fun thing to do is invite the gang to his universe just to see them mess around with things bigger than them. His locked screen picture is a selfie he took with them holding or eating a slice of pizza half their size.

But just like with any normal human being, there are good days and bad days. Just like the present.

Y/n dedicated himself to roam in the halls of the HQ trying to clear his mind of his thoughts while he waited for a call from any Spiderman in need of back up.

There has been some things troubling him at home. The need of silence and time brought him to the training zone.

Due to the busy day, most of the spider variants are out, dealing with things in their own dimension or chasing anomalies. That left the HQ almost empty, even the training zone.

He went to the machine that simulates carrying to trains and sat down letting his feet dangle from the edge.

Many would think that being Spiderman means not having to deal with common problems. That everything is about villains and training with cool super powers. But they forget that under the mask, there’s a normal teenager with normal problems.

But still problems.

“There you are.”

Y/n flinched in his place when he heard the voice so close behind him. He was so lost in his thoughts that he didn’t notice he wasn’t alone anymore.

When he turned he found Peter B. walking towards him with his always smiling baby attached to his chest.

“It’s unusual to not see you with the teenage gang during missions.” Said Peter watching his daughter impatiently kicking her legs. His smile faltered when he didn’t recibe an answer from the young giant. He looked up encountering Y/n staring at his baby with an unreadable look. Not in a bad way but still worrying. “You okay kid?”

Y/n was startled out of his thoughts. He looked away and fiddled his fingers, putting a smile in his face that didn’t reach his ears. “Yeah, yeah. Just- you know… thinking.” Said the teenage with some insecurity. “The usual.”

Peter rises an brow at the down attitude. That is totally not the usual.

Normally, whenever the giant boy sees Mayday or Jess swollen belly there’s instantly a smile in his face. But today doesn’t seem like the case.

“Hey, everything okay?” Asked the father. “Because that doesn’t sound like the usual.”

He saw Y/n’s shoulders tense up when he was caught and he didn’t like it. That meant that something is bothering him.

In a silent message that he is not leaving, Peter sat down beside the boy, looking at the hyperactive Mayday to avoid putting pressure on the teenage.

“Wanna talk about it?”

Y/n visibly deflated at those words, letting out a sigh. “It’s just-“ the words got stuck in his throat, unable the let them out. “No, forget it. It’s something stupid.” Dejectedly, he placed his elbows on his knees.

Peter put a hand on the boys side, in a reassuring way. It was the only place he could reach. “If it’s bordering you I doubt it’s stupid.”

Both of the males turned to look at Mayday when she stared fussing in the carrier. Her little hands swaying in the boys direction.

“Oh look. Little Parker here noticed that someone is sad.” Said Peter while taking his baby out of the carrier. He bounce her up and down, managing to get a laugh out of her. Instantly, better than a charm, there was a smile in Y/n’s face. But just like before, his smile slipped of his lips, returning to that indecipherable look.

Suddenly a lightbulb light up in Peters head. He stood up with Mayday in his hands and held her in front of him. “Hold her.” He said.

The sudden request startled the big guy, making him jump in his place and lean away from Peter. “What?”.

“Hold her.” He said again, bringing her nearer.

“I-I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Oh come one. It’s rejuvenating.” Y/n shifted a little to the side when Peter walked closer.

“N-No. I’m serious. It’s not a good-“

“Here” in a swift movement, Peter put his baby in the teenager’s arm. Mayday’s spider ability did the rest. She stuck to Y/n’s spider suit.

The poor giant froze in his place, he even stoped breathing in fear of blowing her away or something like that.

He may like the baby, but he’s never hold a baby, much less one this small. He is truly terrified that he’ll hurt her. She is just so small.

Both males’ attention was on the baby that stared crawling with curiosity in the new surface. She looked happy to be freed of her fathers baby prison in his chest.

Y/n, instinctively put a big hand under the baby, in case she fell, finally letting out a breath.

When she actually let herself fall and land on her back on the hand, y/n had a mini heart attack. But ultimately let a sigh of relief when she let out a giggle.

To be more comfortable, y/n brought Mayday in front of him and put his free hand below the other just in case.

Peter felt accomplished when he saw that smile in the young one’s face again. “See? Everything’s okay.”

Y/n’s smile widened when Mayday grabbed his thumb and hug it like one of her plushies. She truly is adorable. With her fluffy and curly red hair she looks like a little peach in the palm of his hand. A small baby of the size of his middle finger.

“I’m going to be a big brother.” Blurted out suddenly the teenage.

Peter blinked a few times at the declaration before finally processing. “Congratulations kid. That’s cool. Your gonna be a big sibling.” Said the man, rising his hands in celebration.

The big smile in his face waved when he saw that expression in the teenage’s faces.

“Or not?” He said a little bit unsure.

Y/n kept looking at the baby hugging and chewing his thumb. Always making eye contact with her. “It is good.” He brought his free hand closer to the other, tickling her soft chubby tummy, earning a squeal from her. “It’s the almost inexistente relationship between my mother and I that worries me.” He finally confessed.

It may have been only a few words, but the relief that brought him was evident in the way his shoulders slumped. Finally he could talk about it.

Understanding the seriousness of the situation, Peter took a seat beside the young giant in a silent sigh that he is paying attention.

“When my father died, we unconsciously stared to distance ourselves from each other. And when we realized what was happening we tried to fix it but…” Y/n physically grimace at the memories. “It was so painfully awkward between us.”

Peter’s eyes softened when the teenager took one hand of his daughter between his thumb and index. Softly caressing the chubby palm.

“And then there’s Tom.” The adult gave him a questioning look, not knowing who is Tom. “He… is my stepfather.” The teenager clarified.

“Is he a bad person?” Asked Peter a little confused why it seems like something is happening.

“No, actually no. Totally the opposite.” Y/n sighed again. “He is a good guy. He loves my mother, makes her happy and everything.”

Mayday grabbed the index that kept her arm trapped, as a way of revenge. She wrapped her arms and legs around the finger before it was lifted.

The adorable baby giggle when she was moved up and down, always keeping a hand below her for protection. The sight brought a smile to the faces on those present.

“In short, he is good for her. But he trays way too hard to be on my good side to the point it becomes really uncomfortable. And now with the baby…” At last, after everything being said, he turned to look at Peter.

The adult didn’t need the teen to finish the sentence to understand what he meant. “You fear that gap between you will only widen.”

Y/n nodded.

Peter’s gaze softened at the simple yet complicated problem. He’s had a few of those and there’s always a way to clear it.

“Look kid. Let me tell you something” Said Peter, putting a hand in Y/n’s elbow again. “I may not know your mother, but if there’s something being a father and married has thought me…”

As if knowing what her father is saying, Mayday squealed while attaching a web in Y/n’s finger to let herself dangle between his hands.

“Is that, a parent’s love knows no limits.”

Y/n nodded understanding. It was right, after what happened with his father the same year he became Spiderman, his mother became a single mother who worked overtime just to pay the bills.

She could have just sent him to an orphanage or call social services. But she didn’t. She fought to give him a good future.

“But you should talk to her.” Said Peter again catching his flying baby when she swung to her father’s arms, startling the poor boy. “We know our kids more than anyone else. But we still can’t read minds.” Concluded the father.

Simple words with a heavy bust of confidence were delivered.

Y/n let out a chuckle. He couldn’t believe it. The goofiest spider dad he has ever met actually made him feel better.

“Thanks. That actually helped.” He took a deep breath, filling his lungs with air and straightening his back.

“By the way.” Started Peter again. “You held Mayday without her making a fuss. Have you considered being a babysitter?” The ridiculously out of the blue question with his serious face made Y/n snort and shake his head. “No, I’m serious. Mayday loves you and MJ and I have been planning to go on a date for months but there’s no one we trust enough you know. With her having super powers and all.” Quickly explained Peter while bouncing his baby.

Y/n rolled his eyes with a smile. “I’ll think about it Peter. But no promises.”

In celebration, Peter threw May in the air. “Yes.” He caught the squealing baby.

“If that is the case, I’ll totally have to make an appointment beforehand.” Said a feminine voice behind them.

They turned finding the very pregnant spider woman of the society.

“Why did I suddenly became a babysitter material?” Asked the teenager in fake annoyance.

Jess smiled up at him. “You always were. With babysitting the young spider gang and everything. You’ll just babysit a real baby this time.” She said with obviousness in her voice.

Y/n nodded his head, accepting his reality.

Peter turned to Jessica, standing up with Mayday finally in the carrier again. “What are you doing here? I thought you were in stand by ordered by Miguel.”

“Miguel needs a hand in the mission. Three pairs of hands to be exact.” She clarified while starting to introduce the coordinates in her watch.

“What? Is the boss getting his butt kicked?” Joked Y/n standing up.

“Seems so. Let’s move.” Ordered the woman.

After the portal big enough for them was opened, the three were launched through the multiverse.

Y/n doesn’t know how it feels to be normal and thinking civil problems are the biggest weight his shoulders could ever carry.

But he does know that being Spiderman is something he would never give up.

He could never give this awesome people in the society up.

He would give his life first.

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Desert Rose

Chapter 37 ~ Welcome Back

✧ Pairing : Daryl Dixon x Rose

✧ Era : Season 3

✧ Word Count : 6.2k

In this chapter ~ Even after Daryl was reunited with the group alongside his brother, Glenn and Rose continued to stay at each other's throats after all the built up anger from recent events. The group continued to stew over what the plan would be to fix the mess the Governor left behind, not even knowing if there was a solution. Rose's skepticism led to her having an interesting conversation with Merle, along with an unexpected guest arriving through their broken gates.

"If you stayed on that watchtower, you could've warned Hershel to get out of there faster!" Glenn screamed at me.

"If you had never left, you would've been able to help us take down those assholes who tore through our fucking gates!" I screamed back at him.

He scoffed, "So, you're saying this is my fault?"

"You saying it's mine?" I retorted.

"If you had actually been responsible for once, you would've-"

"Hey!" Daryl quickly cut him off, "I ain't gonna let ya talk to her like that, she was actually here helpin out!" he stepped in, gesturing wildly with his hands.

Glenn was practically unphased by his volume, turning to look at him as he only scoffed to himself, "Oh yeah? And where were you?" he asked.

I knocked his shoulder back harshly upon hearing that, "Oh you do not want to go there." I said coldly.

"Enough!" Rick yelled as he stepped in between us.

My breathing was heavy as I felt like my heart was going to explode. I don't think I've been this worked up in a very long time, and it surprised me immensely that Glenn was the cause of it. It seemed like the second we made it into the cellblock and he realized I wasn't keeping watch, he turned into this raging asshole, pointing fingers left and right about who was to blame. The others had just been silently watching our little fighting match with wide eyes, it was like their free entertainment. And I could tell Merle was getting a kick out of it from just outside of the gated door he was locked behind.

I shoved past Rick's arm, completely ignoring him as if he hadn't said anything at all, "At least I stayed put while you were out chasing The Govenor who was here the whole goddamn time!"

"I wanted to end this!" he yelled.

"We all want to end this, Glenn! Just because you were the one who got beat up by that jackass over there, doesn't mean you get to take control of whatever you want!"

"Hey." Merle said defensively.

Glenn looked like his head was going to explode, "Oh you are such a b-" he began to say, stopping himself suddenly.

"Say it! Oh, please say it! I'm a bitch? You can't own up to anything, biting people's heads off left and right, but I'm the fucking bitch?"

"I said enough!" Rick yelled again as he shoved us apart. He glanced back and forth between the two of us in slight disbelief, turning back towards me to speak lower than before, "Do I have to lock you out of here?"

My eyes narrowed at him in slight offense, "I'm not the problem."

"Then prove it." he snapped.

My eyes narrowed but I raised my hands in surrender, leaning up further against the wall to see where it would go from here. What genius plan Rick would somehow come up with to save all of our asses that we hadn't already ruled out. But by the looks of it, no one knew what to do now. They practically trapped us in here now with how many walkers were now filling the fields.

After Rick followed my movements, making sure I wasn't going to snap again, he turned towards everyone else, "We're not leaving."

"We can't stay here." Hershel argued.

"What if there's another sniper, a wood pallet won't stop one of those rounds."

Beth stepped up, "We can't even go outside."

"If Rick says we aren't running, we aren't running." Glenn said matter-of-factly.

My eyes rolled to the back of my head involuntary as Merle knocked his metal hand on the door separating the common room and the cellblock, grabbing all of our attention, "No, better to live like rats. Just here to apparently give y'all the reality check you need."

"You got a better idea?" Rick asked.

"Yeah, we should've slid out of here last night and lived to fight another day. But we lost that window now didn't we. I'm sure he's got scouts on every road out of this place by now." he said bluntly.

Daryl scoffed from next to me, "We ain't scared of that prick."

"Y'all should be," Merle replied, "That truck through the fence thing, that was just him ringin the doorbell. We might have some thick walls to hide behind, but he's got the guns and the numbers. And if he takes the high ground around this place, shit he could just starve us out if he wanted to."

Maggie's anxiety grew upon hearing that, tapping her crossed arms nervously as she snapped, "Let's put him in the other cellblock."

"No, he's gotta point." Daryl defended.

She shook her head vigorously, "This is all you! You started this!" she yelled at the older Dixon.

"What's the difference whose fault it is? What matters is what we do next, so what do we do?" Beth asked.

"I said we should leave, now Axel's dead. We can't just sit here." Hershel stated.

Rick shook his head slowly and started to walk away wordlessly as if the conversation was anywhere near done, running away the second he was hearing things he didn't want to hear. But he needed to hear them, process them, and move on because that's just how it was. It was already too late to prevent the attack that already happened, we just needed a solid plan on what to do next, one that he apparently wasn't ready to discuss.

Though the second he made it towards the door, getting out his keys to unlock it, Hershel seemed to be just as fed up as I was. He stood up swiftly from his spot on the stairs, crutches under his arms as he yelled, "Get back here!"

The man stopped completely in his tracks upon hearing his scream echo, hearing him now moving over to him to speak more gently, "You're slipping Rick. We've all seen it, and we understand why. But now is not the time, you once said this isn't a democracy and now you have to own up to that...I put my family's life in your hands. So, get your head clear, and do something."

Only silence followed. And after that, he left. He left us all in the most awkward silence you could imagine as he couldn't seem to process the sudden reality. But I wasted no time heading up into my cell to cool off after watching him just give up for the day. Everyone was on edge and then pushing each other more and more, and I was too tired to keep arguing back and forth like we always seemed to do lately.

I fell back onto the mattress dramatically with a breath, hearing hushed voices from outside but not bringing myself to care enough to pay attention. Leaning back further against the wall, I shut my eyes for a few moments to try and clear my head, to try and wipe the conversation clean from my mind. It was all so frustrating that I couldn't bring myself to think about it anymore, even if I was alone.

The voices from outside eventually dwindled down and stopped completely, leading me to assume that they had all left the cellblock to busy themselves with something else. But I still wasn't completely alone in the space. Footsteps seemed to echo down past each room on the second floor, slowing down before stopping directly in front of mine, hearing them then make their way inside.

I opened my eyes just in time to see Daryl walking over and sitting down on the edge of the bed, reaching back to brush his fingers across my legs gently. He then caught my gaze after a moment or two, neither one of us saying a word as I slowly sat up to face him better. But he didn't seem to hesitate once I had moved, leaning forward a bit to gently grasp my chin, pulling me closer until our lips touched.

I exhaled deeply through my nose as I pulled him closer, feeling him again was something that I never thought would happen. But yet here he was. I almost still couldn't get over the fact that he had come back, leaving my utterly speechless when I saw a glimpse of his face again. His face to which I only thought I would have to look back on in memories and dreams, not being able to actually see him looking right back at me. But yet...here he was.

He was the first to break away, but not without coming back a few more times to place light pecks on my lips as if he couldn't get enough, "...I missed ya so much." he whispered.

I felt myself smirk, "Oh yeah? How much?" I teased.

He rolled his eyes, "A lot. I couldn't stop thinkin about ya."

"I couldn't stop thinking about you either," I muttered while tracing my thumb lightly over his cheekbone, "I love you so much."

His cheeks bloomed a shade of red, "I love you." he replied instantly, pulling me in again to kiss me deeply.

He seemed to lift me with ease without breaking away, getting me to straddle his hips as I seemed to crave him even more, pulling him in closer by the collar on his shirt, desperate to feel him. My hands roamed around his arms and neck, trying to memorize every dip and curve that he had so I would never forget. He then broke away again after a few seconds of bliss, placing kisses all over my face just to get me to laugh, like he always did, and it always worked.

"God, I missed that sound," he whispered after I let out a light laugh, "And I missed yer pretty face."

A smile stretched across my lips at his sweet words, only causing me to laugh again as I let my mind wander, "What?" he asked curiously.

"Nothing," I shook my head, "You're just a big softie, that's all." I teased, moving his growing hair away from his forehead.

He scoffed as he gently pinched my sides, "Shut up." he muttered.

I laughed as I pushed his hands away to stop tickling me, but my amusement seemed to falter the smallest bit as a question popped up in my head. One I didn't even know if I wanted the answer to. "So...you want to tell me what happened out there?" I finally asked.

His smile fell slightly but he nodded his head as he leaned further to trace patterns on my thighs that were planted on either side of him, beginning to tell me everything.

He told me about his first night back in the woods and everything that Merle said to him, about how he claimed I didn't really love him. My face dropped a little upon hearing that, but he reassured me he didn't let it bother him in the slightest, pushing the thought out of his mind completely. I ran my fingers gently through his hair as I only quietly listened, hearing him talk about the group that he saved the very next day and his fight with Merle. And the worst part, the fight with him seemed to get a little out of hand as he managed to see the scars all over his back.

"I was wondering why your shirt was ripped." I spoke softly.

I watched as he nodded, "Yeah..." he breathed, "It's the first time he's even seen em."

My brows furrowed slightly as I thought, "Really?"

He scoffed, tilting his head back to look at me better, "Ya really see me confidin to my awesome brother bout somethin like that?" he asked sarcastically.

"No." I said with a shake of my head, "It's just...why-"

But I didn't even need to finish my question, like he knew exactly what I was going to say and had his answer already planned out. "Cause yer my girl Rosie, I trust ya. Trust ya more than anyone...especially bout things like this."

My heart swelled at his words. Even though we had been together for quite some time, it's still nice to hear how important you are to someone. And in these past few minutes alone, Daryl had shown me just how important I was to him, how much he had missed me, and how much he trusted me.

I didn't say anything else, mostly because I didn't need to. My actions were speaking much louder as I pulled him back into me, crashing my lips against his own. I still couldn't wrap my head around the fact that we were together again, in each other's arms and soaking up every second that we could.

At this moment in time, I didn't care about the threats from The Governor, or my fight with Glenn, or anything else. All I cared about was him as we slowly got lost in each other's touch.

My breathing was still slowing down, my skin slightly sticky with sweat, feeling myself slowly dozing off as I listened to Daryl's steady breathing from behind me, tickling the back of my neck. A smirk traced my lips as I felt him instinctively pull me closer, hugging my waist tightly and only bringing it more towards his chest. Though somehow, he noticed how I was just on the brink of falling asleep, raising his head to whisper in my ear.

"Don't fall asleep." his voice vibrated through his chest, enough to send shivers down my spine.

I smiled to myself as I shook my head, "I'm just resting my eyes."

He hummed in response before starting to leave light kisses on my shoulder, making his was back down towards my neck, nipping and sucking softly.

I sighed in content, "You really did miss me, huh?"

He chuckled, "Woman, you have no idea." he muttered before his lips busied themselves again.

A sudden burst of energy coursed through me the second he hit a certain spot below my ear, causing me to flip around and straddle his waist. I leaned down to capture his lips in a deep kiss, hearing him let out a sound of surprise before he was smiling against my mouth. He only pulled me up closer, gripping my hips with his big, calloused hands as I could subtly feel him get excited all over again beneath me.

But I stopped my movements completely when I heard voices coming back in the cellblock, loudly bouncing off the walls. I broke the kiss and looked over my shoulder towards the door, hearing him let out a low groan at the loss contact while his hands moved up and down my waist absentmindedly.

I turned back once I realized they weren't leaving anytime soon, pecking his lips before leaning down towards his ear to whisper, "Don't worry, we'll finish this later." leaving another lingering kiss on his jawline before getting up to gather my clothes.

I moved up and off the squeaky mattress to pick up my clothes off the ground, slipping my underwear back on, knowing he hadn't made any effort to move yet from just behind me. Just simply laying there with his eyes glued to my frame, I didn't even have to turn around as I could practically feel his gaze. Though as I finally got my pants back on, struggling to clasp my bra, I turned around to face him again, seeing the huge grin he had on his face and I couldn't help but smile back.

"What?" I asked playfully as I finally got it hooked.

He shrugged, "Yer just so beautiful."

My cheeks flushed slightly, "Thank you." I muttered a bit bashfully before throwing my shirt on over my head.

He stood up then after watching me for as long as he could, moving around quickly to get dressed now so we could head out and see what was happening downstairs. All of their voices seemed loud and rushed, like they were formulating some kind of plan for the time being that we surely needed to be a part of. Once he was finally finished, he kissed my forehead lightly before I started to walk towards the doorway to leave, but stopping in my tracks once I felt a light pinch on my ass.

I whipped around to look at him in mock surprise, seeing him with a lopsided grin as he held his hands up in surrender, trying his best to look innocent or something. I rolled my eyes, reaching around to push him in front of me so he would be walking down first instead so I would be safe for any other sneak attacks he had in mind.

We walked down the steps to see Rick telling Glenn, Maggie, Michonne, and Hershel what he saw when he took watch outside, describing in detail how much work would have to be put in when rebuilding the fence. He told Maggie to take the next shift, and then made his way over to the rest of us.

"Field's filled with walkers, didn't see any snipers out there, but we'll keep Maggie on watch..." Rick informed briefly before pausing suddenly, "Where the hell have you two been?" he asked, pointing at us.

I saw Daryl's face get beet red, but I was quick to answer, "Checking the tunnels again for walkers that might've slipped in, we just got back." I was surprised how easily the lie slipped off my tongue.

He didn't question anything and just nodded his head silently, Daryl awkwardly clearing his throat, "I'll uh...get up in the guard tower, take out half them walkers and give these guys a chance to fix the fence."

"Or use some of the cars to put the bus in place." Michonne suggested.

Hershel sighed, "We can't access the field without burning through our bullets."

"So, we're trapped in here," Glenn piped in not looking in my direction, "There's barely any food or ammo." he spoke angerly.

"Been here before, we'll be alright." Daryl reassured him.

"That's when it was just us, before there was a snake in the nest." Glenn snapped.

I sighed and felt the headache start to form as I knew what was about to go down. But seeing my actions got his attention and he just rolled his eyes at me at the fact that I apparently breathed wrong around him.

Daryl stepped closer to him, "Man, we gonna go through this again? Look Merle's stayin here, he's with us now. Get used to it, all y'all."

He didn't yell at Glenn, but I could tell his comment about Merle got to him as there was honest hurt in his voice. After he spoke, he headed out of the cellblock, storming past the things in his way while we all watched him leave, seeing he needed a minute to himself.

Though Glenn was quick to turn back to Rick, spitting out his opinion like he always seemed to do, "Seriously Rick, I don't think Merle living here is going to fly." he snapped.

"It's not your decision." I fired back.

His head spun towards me, "You're not a part of this discussion."

I scoffed, "Why the hell not?"

"Because you're clearly biased on the situation." he spat.

I was taken aback by his comment, and he could tell, he looked guilty as soon as he said it, "You think just because I'm with Daryl I can't think for myself and have my own opinion about this?" I asked angrily, "What the hell would you like us to do, Glenn? Throw him out there, let him fed for himself out in that field, he wouldn't last two seconds."

He shook his head, "No, that's not what I meant."

"He's stuck here with the rest of us." I said as I ignored his comment, "Whether your prideful ass attitude likes it or not." I snapped before storming out of the cellblock as well, needing to get far away from him before I said something I would truly regret.

I went straight through the main area, shoving my way past a door that led to a back room without even thinking twice about it. Slamming the door behind me, I just leaned my back up against it and sighed to myself with my hands over my face, trying to collect my thoughts.

But then a loud cackle suddenly erupted from the back corner of the room, making me jump out of my skin to only see Merle making himself comfortable on a nearby bench.

"Oh, didn't mean to scare ya there sweetheart." he chuckled again.

I rolled my eyes at the man and didn't say anything to him as I folded my arms around my middle, trying not to make eye contact with him as I had apparently dug myself into a hole here. I stayed completely silent as the air grew awkward and almost tense. But apparently, he was uncomfortable with the silence as he kept talking.

"So, do I officially get to meet the girl my baby brother's so smitten for?" he asked with a cocky tone.

Sighing to myself, I did the slow walk of shame the rest of the way over to him as I stuck out my hand, "Rose." I introduced.

"Merle." he said with a grin while taking my hand and giving it a firm shake.

He let go after a moment and I took a seat further away from him as we sat in silence for a few minutes. I could feel his eyes on me, like he was trying to pick me apart, but I knew with the bored expression I had on my face that he wouldn't find anything. I didn't even know what he was trying to accomplish.

He suddenly took in a breath, "So...what brings ya in here? I wouldn't think you would come venture out just to talk to little ole me."

I laughed sarcastically, "Right...I just came in here for some peace and quiet for a second."

"You have a cellblock for that." he pointed out.

I rolled my eyes, "Well, the issue happens to be in the cellblock so..."

He nodded his head, "Glenn?"

There were a few beats of silence as I didn't exactly answer him, but he already knew. "Ya know, it's good that he's angry. Not at you...but in general. It's gonna come in handy when The Governor comes back."

My brows furrowed a little, "What do you mean?"

He scooted a bit closer, "Maybe if he used that anger on The Governor's men, y'all will have a fighting chance. Maybe some of y'all might actually stay alive."

"I appreciate your confidence in us, thank you." I muttered sarcastically while looking away from him.

He hesitated and stopped for a moment, almost as if trying to piece together what he wanted to say, before he finally spit it out. "The Governor will kill me first when he comes back," he started, "Michonne, my brother, then Hershel and his girls, Glenn, Carl, that baby...then you."

I chill went down my spine as he listed in order how the mad man would kill us all, and yet he continued, "He'll save Rick for last, so he can watch his family and friends die painfully. That's who you're dealing with."

I wanted to say something, maybe even argue with him that he was wrong and that we were going to win this whole thing. But I knew he was right, considering he knew The Governor the best out of all of us. I didn't want him to see how scared I truly was of this man. Shit I didn't want anyone to see that. But I was. And it made me feel weak.

As if reading my mind, he spoke again, "I can tell you're scared. I can see it in your eyes, and all I'm saying is you should be. I'm not trying to scare ya. I'm trying to warn ya. Maybe shine a light on how sick he really is, because I don't think you people get it."

We sat there looking at each other for a few minutes as I let myself think. I didn't want him to be right, but I also didn't want to have false hope. For a split second I thought Merle was just trying to get in my head like he did with Daryl a few days ago. But something in my gut told me he wasn't, and he was just telling the truth. Warning me in a way that would get through my head.

I stood up suddenly, finding I had nothing to say, and turning to head outside and maybe take watch for a few hours and make myself useful, but his voice stopped me. "You're not listening. I'm ain't gonna tell ya what ya want to hear girl."

My hand fell on the door handle as I stopped to turn and face him one last time, "Oh believe me, I'm listening." I said calmly before turning to head out of the space, leaving him alone once more.

I made my way through the common room and out the heavy door towards where I knew Maggie was sitting and taking watch right now. Walking past Carl, I waved towards him before I headed over to where Maggie was placed up close near the fence, walking louder so I wouldn't scare her.

"Want some company?" I asked while grabbing the spare gun and taking a seat.

She slightly glanced over her shoulder at me with a small nod, "Sure."

My smile dropped suddenly and I could tell something was off about her almost instantly, and I had a feeling it was about how Glenn and I fought earlier. We were practically about to claw each other's eyes out if Rick didn't step in between us.

"Are you mad at me?" I asked.

"No. No...I'm not mad at you." she said while still not looking at me.

I sighed, "If this is about Glenn-"

"It's not," she cut me off calmly, "I mean it is, but it isn't. I'm just...I'm tired of seein all of us yelling at each other all the time now. Constantly at each other's throats."

I nodded in agreement as I looked out to the field, "Yeah well, that asshat of a Governor has been making it easier and easier to flip out on each other."

"You got that right." she muttered, "But that's what he wants."

"I know...I just hope we can make it through this." I said a bit quieter than before.

Her head turned toward me quickly as she heard my hesitance about this whole thing, her face dropping in concern, "What makes you think we can't?"

I gestured around us, "This. This is just the tip of the iceberg." I said as I scanned around, really getting a good look at all the damage he did.

Her eyes narrowed, "There's more." she pushed.

I sighed heavily, "...I talked to Merle."

"Oh God, why would you put yourself through that?"

I let out a laugh, "I don't know. I didn't necessarily seek him out...it's just, he knows The Governor better than anyone else here. It's hard not to believe him, you know?"

"Alright, I get that." she agreed, "But you gotta have a little more faith than that. Because Merle may know The Governor well, but he doesn't know us. He doesn't know what we can do, what we're capable of."

I smiled lightly, "Yeah, I guess that's true."

She smiled back as we both silently turned to look out and see the walkers that now surrounded us. It brought my mood down seeing all of the walking corpses that now filled our field, one that we tried so hard to keep secure. But it only seemed to motivate the rest of us more seeing the things that he destroyed. The things he so easily took away.

But I suddenly raised the scope of my gun up to my eye when I caught sight of something in the distance, movement coming up the gravel road. My eyes widened a little as a gasp left my lips once it all registered in my mind. It was Andrea, holding onto a walker and trying to make her way through up to the prison. Maggie followed my line of sight when she noticed my movements, and once she saw what I was looking at, her gaze whipped back towards me with concern behind her eyes.

She looked back to Carl and waved him back towards the prison, "It's Andrea, go get Rick!" she yelled, and we watched as he nodded before quickly running off.

A few seconds barely passed before Rick, Daryl, Merle, and Michonne came out of the prison with their weapons drawn. Merle ran a little ways ahead of him and once I heard him say "clear" I ran up with them as they rushed closer towards the gate. I had the gun still in my hands and now aimed it around the area, double checking to make sure she was just by herself, and this wasn't a trap. None of us could take that chance right now.

"Are you alone?" Rick yelled.

"Open the gate." she said breathlessly.

"Are you alone?!" he asked again, his eyes scanning over everything behind her head.

She had a shocked look on her face as more walkers started to notice her, "Rick!" she yelled pleadingly.

He sighed and tossed his keys to Daryl who was the closest to the gate, so he could quickly unlock it for her. They pulled the gate open and she threw the walker she was using as a shield off to her left and quickly jogged inside. I could tell Rick was pissed and wasn't having it at all, and honestly the thought crossed my mind that he was going to leave her out there. But then again another part of him seemed curious as to why she was back, and he clearly wanted to know why.

"Hands up, turn around!" he yelled and pushed her up against the fence.

I could hear the confusion in her voice as she questioned them, but I didn't pay too much attention. My eyes just scanned the trees around us, making sure no other surprises would pop out just as they did last time. Though once I was sure there was no one else around, I turned back to face them, seeing Andrea was now on her knees as Rick continued to search her.

She then suddenly caught my eye, gesturing over to the man, "You're really going to let him do this to me?" she asked.

I shrugged, "I don't really care." I said bluntly.

Her mouth fell open slightly as I tore her bag off of her and threw it a good distance away in case she tried anything. I didn't trust her anymore after what Merle briefly told us. Hell, I hardly really trusted her even when she was a part of our group.

After Rick was done searching her, he pulled her up roughly to her feet, "Welcome back." he muttered in the most unwelcoming tone I've ever heard.

We then all made our way back inside the prison to go into the common room, to see what she wanted. I watched as she immediately hugged Carol the moment she caught sight of her, and they stayed wrapped around each other for a little bit while the rest of us piled in. I leaned up against the wall, with the gun still in my hands, waiting patiently for her to start talking.

"Where'd ya go?" I heard a voice ask from beside me.

I looked to over see Daryl coming up next to me with a small smile on his face, "I just had to get away from Glenn...I ended up talking with your brother for a minute before going outside to keep watch with Maggie."

"You talked to Merle?" he asked in confusion.

I scoffed, "Yeah, kind of on accident. I tried to just get away to have some quiet, and he was in the room I walked in."

He hummed in response and nodded his head, though I saw he went to say something else, but that's when Andrea started speaking. Her eyes moved over everyone in the room in almost astonishment, acting as if she didn't know we were here the whole goddamn time. She knew ever since we took back our people from Woodbury, she just didn't seem to care enough until now.

"I can't believe this," she breathed as she glanced around, almost spinning in a circle as she took everything in. "Where's Shane?"

I rolled my eyes at the fact that he was the first person she noticed was missing from the bunch, leaving Daryl coughing trying to cover up a laugh as he saw my facial expression.

Nobody answered her question however, everyone remained still at the mere mention of him it seemed like. "Lori?" she asked again.

Rick couldn't meet her eyes as he stayed completely silent, Hershel having to answer for him. "She had a girl...Lori didn't survive."

"Neither did T-Dog." Maggie said.

"Oh...I'm so sorry," she whispered as her face grew sympathetic, "Carl-" she tried to speak, but couldn't find the words. "Rick I-" she tired again but he still wouldn't look at her, stopping herself when she saw the clear pain behind his eyes, that alone signaling her to stop.

She looked around at everyone again until her eyes landed right on Daryl and I. I knew we were standing close together, but I didn't think she would actually put the pieces together in her head. But with the growing smirk on her face, I knew she figured it out.

"So, you two finally got together?" she asked smugly.

Neither of us said anything, but Merle quickly started to laugh in amusement, "Ain't they cute? Daryl wouldn't shut up about her ever since I saw him again, and she's always makin goo goo eyes at him."

We both glared at him, "Shut up." we voiced at the same time.

That only caused him to laugh harder, yet for once he kept his mouth shut as he refrained from saying anything else. The room was then filled with tense silence after that, leaving everyone visibly upset by her presence, and she damn well knew it too.

"You all live here?" she then asked, trying to lighten the mood.

"Here, in the cellblock." Glenn told her, nodding back towards the room with a stone-cold expression.

She looked toward it, "There? Well, can I go in?"

"I won't allow that." Rick said.

She huffed, "I'm not the enemy Rick." she defended herself and I felt I had to hold back a scoff. If you're fucking the enemy then you are the enemy, I don't make the rules.

Rick glared at her, "We had that field and the courtyard, until your boyfriend tore down the fence with a truck and shout us up."

"He said you fired first." she said with widened eyes.

"Well, he's lying." I stepped in.

She glanced over at me but then Hershel spoke, "He killed an inmate who survived in here."

"We liked him...he was one of us." Daryl said.

"I didn't know anything about that." she reassured us, "As soon as I found out, I came. I didn't even know you were in Woodbury until after the shootout."

"That was days ago." Glenn said.

"I told you I came as soon as I could." she repeated, her frustration building as we weren't giving her the light of day.

She then looked around the room and saw Michonne standing near the door, narrowing her eyes at her in suspicion, "What have you told them?" she asked with annoyance lacing her voice.

"Nothing." Michonne simply said with a shrug.

The woman began to grow irritated at all the targeted eyes, "I don't get it, I left Atlanta with you people and now I'm the odd man out?" she asked, annoyed.

This time I couldn't help but scoff, "You're sleeping with the guy who wants to kill us, I think that's why you're the odd man out." I said.

She looked over at me and couldn't find the words, Glenn only adding onto what I just said, "He almost killed Michonne, and he would've killed us."

"With his finger on the trigger." she said as she pointed to Merle, "Isn't he the one who kidnapped you? Who beat you?" she asked him harshly before stopping herself and taking a small breath. "Look...I cannot excuse or explain what Philip has done, but I am here trying to bring us together. We have to work this out."

I made a face at that. Philip? That was his name?

"There's nothing to work out, we're gonna kill him," Rick spoke, causing me to glance up at Merle and seeing his eyes were already on me with a knowing glance, the conversation we shared playing over and over again in my mind.

"I don't know how or when, but we will." he finished coldly.

"We can settle this." she tried, "There is room at Woodbury for all of you."

I made a clicking sound with my tongue, "Yeah, I think we're gonna pass on that. Might make things awkward if we're suddenly being ordered around by a man we almost went to war with."

"What makes you think that this man wants to negotiate? Did he say that?" Hershel asked.

"...No." she replied with her head down.

"Then what the hell are you doing here?" I snapped.

Her head snapped over to me in seriousness, "Because he's gearing up for war. The people are terrified, they see you as killers."

"Good." I shrugged.

"Tell you what, next time ya see Philip, you tell him m' gonna take his other eye." Daryl threatened lowly.

"We've taken too much shit for too long. He wants a war? He's got one." Glenn said.

She looked at us all in disbelief and turned towards Rick, "If you don't sit down and try to work this out, I don't know what's going to happen. He has a whole town," she stated before scanning the room again, "Look at you! You've lost so much already. You can't stand alone anymore."

"You can make this right...get us inside." Rick offered.

"No." she said instantly.

"Then we got nothing else to talk about." he said bitterly before turning to walk away.

"There are innocent people!" she yelled after him.

But he didn't say anything, he didn't even glance back. All we heard was the door to the cellblock slam shut behind him.

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Shuji x Shortcake Chapter Three

Minors DNI! Mature Audience ONLY!

After over a decade, you reunited with your childhood best friend Shuji Hanma after moving back to Japan. Things seem great however the more you've spent time with him, the more you learn about the dark activities he has been into since you last saw him.

Warnings! Violence, mentions of murder, smoking, Hanma being a giant intimidating doofus, and strong sexual content. More warnings will be added for individual chapters.

This fic contains both fluff and smut in addition to some dark content (Hanma is in a gang after all).

Chapter Warnings! Blood and Gore. Attempted R (Hanma comes just in time), human burrito, and gaslighting if you squint. There is a flashback as indicated in italics, and the perspective will switch from Reader to Hanma multiple times throughout.

A/n: Just a quick reminder that all characters in this story are at least 20 years of age.

Word Count: 2.9k

It’s been a long night worrying about this party. Long before even arriving at the mansion, you were anxious about what could unfold tonight. Despite that, your friend assured you that everything would be fine. Her confident tone allowed you to loosen up a bit - with the help of some liquid courage.

Chapter Three

For the first time tonight, you are actually having fun. All you can do is smile and dance away to the rhythm and beats courtesy of Rindou Haitani who expertly mixes many songs together to create a work of art. For once tonight, you adorn a genuine smile on your face. For once, you’re enjoying yourself. For once, the anxiety that was building up inside of you dissipates allowing you to regain control of your mind. For once, you are not stressed out about this godforsaken party.

All good things must come to an end, unfortunately. You’re too engrossed in your own fun that you did not notice the moment your drink - that you’ve been holding all night - has been spiked. In spite of having the high ground and keeping his eye on you, Hanma was not able to catch that moment either. More importantly, he did not even see the one responsible. Figuring out that part will have to subside for now as a sense of urgency overtakes his lean body.

“Hey? Hanma. What’s your deal?”

Sanzu asks, wiping the white crystals from below his nostrils. Hanma did not answer as he immediately rushes out of the balcony and into an adjoining hallway, leaving the pink-haired crewmate to his recreational activities.

On the dance floor, your friend is nowhere to be seen even though you were just right next to her a moment ago. Granted, she was right next to you even when you first realized your condition. In your drugged-out state, you forgot that you turned your back on her after being grossed out by her seductively dancing with Ran Haitani. Instead, you started looking for her in the opposite direction.

That explains why you were unable to find her, though, it’s not like you had much luck in the first place. The woman who was supposed to stay by your side the entire night for reassurance finds herself being escorted off the dancefloor by the elder Haitani. To add salt to the wound, she never attempts to check to see if you were still next to her.

Completely abandoned, you stumble to a pillar that holds up the balcony Hanma was just relaxing on moments ago. You find that it suddenly became hard to keep your eyes open while remaining on your feet at all times. Your muscles ache, begging you to rest them, and the room around you spins causing you to become nauseous. That did not stop you from noticing a familiar pair of men approaching in your direction. Even though you’re drugged, it does not take much of your common sense to realize the ill intentions they have in store for you.

It takes much of your strength to pull your body off the structure before you start to wobble toward what you think is the foyer of the mansion. Instead, you have entered the hallway that leads to the private rooms of the house.

“Where are you going, sweetheart?”

Those words pierce through your eardrums as you feebly attempt to get away from the men. Your attempt is in vain once you feel rough hands grabbing at your body. You attempt to scream, but no words come out as the other man covers your mouth, while simultaneously brushing his chapped lips against the shell of your ear.

“Shhhh.”

His hot breath brushed against your skin, nearly causing you to vomit on the spot. Your weak arms try to pry the man’s much stronger arms away; however, all they do is laugh at your hopeless form.

“Let’s hurry up before one of those Kanto Manji Gang assholes see us.”

One of the men says to the other. Swiftly, you’re dragged to a private room that is towards the end of the hallway just in time for a familiar tall and lanky man to see you being taken into the room. Rage fills his golden orbs as he marches straight to the bedroom, squeezing his hands so tight that his knuckles turn white.

At this point, your senses have been completely corrupted by the drugs in your system; therefore, you fail to notice one of the men pulling out a switchblade from his pocket. With an evil smirk, he uses the tool to cut open your small dress. The fabric was tight on you, not allowing much room for a bra; therefore, you went without one. Completely exposed, save for your underwear, the men throw you onto the bed; however, that is the furthest they were able to get.

They did not get a chance to continue touching you as the wooden door to the room bursts open, and seething Hanma charges in, never giving the men any time to process his presence. The door closes behind him and the auto-lock mechanism disengages not allowing anyone to enter - more accurately speaking, exit. Thankfully, you lost consciousness, sparing you from witnessing the brutality that is about to unfold.

Hanma notices the man baring his switchblade while his friend arms himself with a discarded curtain rod. He can see the blatant fear in their eyes as they back away toward the wall, shaking like cowards.

“H-Hanma Shuji?” One of them stuttered, causing the tall man to let out a dark chuckle.

He averts his gaze to your unconscious nude body and then faces them again.

“As fucked up as we are, we do not condone this.” He only states, taking off his black hoodie and revealing the white t-shirt underneath.

In an agonizingly slow manner, he proceeds to lay the hoodie over your body, covering you up. Due to his sheer size, the hoodie almost acts as if it’s a blanket leaving only your feet and some of your legs uncovered. After that, he turns back to the cowering men before stating in a dark tone:

“This is necessary.”

He approaches them but the man with the switchblade charges at him before quickly swinging it. He managed to cut through Hanma’s skin; however, it was not enough to slow him down. Instead, Hanma grabs the man’s hand with Punishment, using it to shove the blade straight into his eye. The moment was too quick for his friend to react in time, so he was forced to watch and listen to the agonizing scream.

With a sadistic smile, Shuji turns to him as he throws the switchblade-baring man to the wall, leaving a crater.

“You’re next.”

The other man was only able to weakly swing the metal curtain rod at the taller man. Hanma hastily grabs the rod before it could make contact with his head, and he immediately yanks the object out of his hand, leaving him unarmed. Sin makes a crushing impact on his face, shattering his nose in the process.

Suddenly, Hanma grabs his neck before dragging him to an adjacent bathroom. He also grabs the switchblade man by his collar and throws him into the room as well and then he shuts the door. All that is heard are the blood-curdling screams that all fall on deaf ears. Constant sounds of struggle and crashing could also be heard though they are all being drowned out by the blaring music from the ongoing party. You’re completely unconscious, and there is nobody else around that could hear the brutal violence that is happening on the other side of that door.

Your unconscious body lay there completely still save for your heaving chest. You’re still breathing while snuggled under Hanma’s jacket. That breathing allows the scent emanating from the article of clothing to invade your nostrils - albeit that scent has a tinge of cigarette stench.

Even though much of your senses are still corrupted, your brain still registers the familiar smell of someone from the past. It’s not the first time you’ve been wrapped in the soft and comfortable fabric that was given to you by Shuji Hanma himself.

In the middle of winter, you find yourself shivering from the cold air that is crashing against your 11-year-old body. School has just let out, and you walk through the front gate only to be quickly met by Shuji who was waiting for you with a wide grin. A happy smile is presented on your face once you noticed the tall boy, and without hesitation, you nearly sprint to him. Your arms wrap around his body and you rest your head on his chest.

“Whoa. I didn’t think you would be so happy to see me.” Hanma says in amusement, returning the hug by engulfing you with his arms.

“Shut up. I’m cold.” You immediately reply, never letting go of your embrace.

The boy could only chuckle at your response knowing deep down how you truly feel about him. Nevertheless, he finds enjoyment and in a lot of ways, comfort whenever you are in his presence. Even as an 11-year-old kid, he knew and accepted the strong feelings he had for you.

Never dropping his hold, he can feel you still shivering in his arms. The boy examines the sweater you decided to wear and scoffs at the thin fabric fully aware of its uselessness against the chilly weather.

“How long have you been living here and how are you still not used to this?”

He teasingly asks, snuggling you tighter in order to share his body heat with you.

“I don’t go outside much, Shu.”

Came your response though it is muffled due to you burying your face into his chest.

“Fuck, Shortcake. I know it has been at least a few years now. There’s no excuse.” He chuckles.

“Stop calling me that.”

“No. Now let go.”

He demands despite not giving you a chance to object by prying your arms away from him. You can only cry out slightly from the loss of warmth. Amused by your attitude, Hanma just takes off his jacket before putting it over your shoulders, allowing you to be warm again.

“But you’ll be cold.” You say; however, Hanma shrugs his shoulders.

“It’s nothing. Come on.”

The taller boy starts walking down the sidewalk and you quickly follow behind him. Looking down at you, he smiles, adoring how cute you look in his jacket that is way too big for you.

You, on the other hand, can feel the intense gaze coming from your best friend. If it wasn’t for the warm jacket and his natural scent that is lingering on it, you’d feel a little embarrassed from the staring. Despite that, you internally smile to yourself being content with his presence.

“Shu?”

You ask for him softly, and in return, Hanma gives you a hum.

“I’ve been invited to a birthday party by Mitsuko.” You announce with a smile.

Hanma blinks away his adoration as his smile drops instantly. Looking forward, he puts his hands in his pockets, slouching slightly.

“Really?” He asks, feigning interest.

You can hear the fakeness in his tone; therefore, you breathe out a sigh, knowing exactly where this may be going. Due to how close you two are, it’s easy to forget that you’re capable of befriending other people. Hanma knows that too, and he knows that he cannot control who you are friends with. That does not stop him from feeling a ping of jealousy upon hearing you mention the other people in your life.

“Yes. She asked me to bake a strawberry shortcake for her.”

“Why can’t she do that shit herself if she wants one so bad?”

Sighing, you respond:

“Because it is her BIRTHDAY.”

“So? She has parents, right? More importantly, she has two fucking hands.”

Shuji responds with more hostility this time. You’re unbothered by the tone as you continue:

“She wants it to be her present, so I agreed to bake one for her.”

The tall boy starts picking up his pace, and due to his long legs, he is able to get a few feet away from you in seconds. Huffing, you speed up to catch up with him. Even though you’re somewhat used to this behavior, you’re still a bit annoyed by it. Hanma can get childish sometimes; however, it is with a reason.

“Slow down, Shu!” You demand, already feeling tired from the speed-walking.

Although reluctant, Hanma does so. You managed to match his pace again as you two continue into a middle-class neighborhood. The residential homes line the streets as the noise from the busy city street is slowly replaced by the quietness of suburbia.

“Why is it that every time I mention my other friends, you catch an attitude?” You ask after catching your breath.

“I don’t have an attitude. You’re just seeing things.” Hanma says dismissively.

“I will kick you in the shin if you try that on me again.”

You threaten, causing the adolescent male to chuckle.

“Fine. You want the honest truth. You have terrible taste in friends.” He reveals, causing you to gasp.

“How!?”

“Well, I see some of those girls around the places where I hang out at. They aren’t exactly the upstanding students they pretend to be.”

He explains, looking down at you to gauge your reaction. Confused, you return the look. It’s no secret to Hanma that you can be a little naive when it comes to the people you choose to hang out with, which is part of the reason why he feels unnerved whenever you make a new friend. As a delinquent kid himself, he can easily point out other delinquents and this Mitsuko girl is no exception. Additionally, he can also tell which of these ‘friends’ you have are truly good friends, which makes him more perceptive than the normal kid his age.

“Remember when you invited those same friends to your birthday party a few months ago?” He asks.

“Yea and they got sick, so they weren't able to come.”

“All of them?” He raises a brow at you.

You can only present a pout before saying:

“You act like NOBODY showed up. Some people came and we had a good time so that is what mattered.”

“Mitsuko did not show up yet she wants you to bake her a cake that is only for me.”

“First of all, I never said that I bake for you.”

You correct him as you two arrive at your house. Unlocking the front door, you enter followed by Hanma who promptly takes off his shoes. You take off yours as well, before putting on your house slippers while saying:

“I’ve already promised her that I’ll show up with the cake.”

“Sometimes, you’re too nice for your own good.”

He points out as you two make your way to the living room.

“That girl is nothing but trouble, I swear.” He adds.

“You’re just jealous.” You tease him back while sticking out your tongue at him.

“Or maybe you just attract bad people?”

Hanma says as he puts his arm over your shoulders. Both of you become content with each other’s presence as he turns on the television.

The screams soon stop, and there is an eerie silence emanating from the bathroom. The wooden door creaks open after a few minutes, revealing a blood-covered adult Hanma. He smiles upon seeing you unharmed; however, he is reminded of the fact that you were drugged which was why you are in the position that you are in.

He says in a soft tone. A soft smile adorns his bloody face feeling the same sensation of happiness and contentment from childhood. It’s been over ten years since he has last seen you. Throughout that time, he has never stopped thinking about you, even hoping that one day you would make a return. There is a lot of catching up to do since so much has happened. Thinking about that sort of made the male anxious as he is not sure about how you’d feel once you find out about the shenanigans he has been up to.

“Oh Shortcake.”

Right now, Hanma decides that getting you to a safer location is his biggest priority. He’ll cross the ‘Revealing his involvement with the Kanto Manji Gang’ bridge when he gets there. He reaches to scoop your unconscious body but stops right before he does. His eyes peer at his bloodied hands and then he looks at the body mirror next to him, reminding himself of the splattered human blood - and possibly some bits of internal organs - on his body. The man goes back into the red bathroom, stepping over the mutilated corpses in order to get to the shower knowing better not to risk smearing some of that Probable Cause on your face and body.

“Ran and Rindou are gonna be pissed when I tell them about this.”

Hanma remarks while taking off his soiled clothes. He gets into the shower to wash off the blood. It only takes a few minutes for Shuji to wash off the blood and to find another pair of jeans and a white t-shirt after checking the bathroom pantry. Those clothes belong to Ran Haitani which is almost no surprise that they fit due to their similar stature. Freshly cleaned off, he also notices a neatly folded quilt on the top shelf in the pantry, taking the opportunity to snatch it.

Going back to your unconscious body, he spreads the quilt out on the bed while tucking one side under your body. In a rather childish act, the tall man rolls your body while simultaneously rolling the blanket over you, effectively turning you into a human burrito.

“Off to my room, we go.” He happily says, heading to the door and managing to unlock it.

Hanma exits the room, allowing for the door to close again so it locks to prevent someone from walking into the bloody horror scene.

[Just a forewarning, Chapter Four WILL have an explicit sex scene.]

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C A M M I N G . J P / 1

warnings: camboy!gojo, teacher x student, voyeurism, masturbation, neutral gn fem bodied reader, a little shitty cause it’s an introduction lol, i’m not really happy w the result tho

There isn’t a rule Gojo hates more on the Jujutsu Tech School than the one that allows students to bring laptops to class.

It has nothing to do with his way of giving class, and he didn't vote for it when the teachers reunited not long ago. Even when his classes are usually theory – he had nothing against practical lessons, but he was extremely lazy –, talking to a group of students whose eyes where fixed on screens didn't fill his teacher ego. Specially on your class, the older ones, who decided to specialize on the Tokyo School. It was a little course, just one more than the three students he started to give class almost six years ago, when they weren't more than teenagers. Time passes fast, he thinks, as he looks at his four students in front of him.

Yuuji, who entered without knowing anything about Jujutsu, and he's now one of the strongest, still harboring the King of Curses inside him, totally under control. Gojo has always admired the patience and the inner dialogue Yuuji was capable to set with Sukuna, and he's glad to see the guy and the curse got a strange friendship respecting each other's interests. In anyway, he has still strict orders of killing Itadori if Sukuna tries to take control. And immediately after, taking his own life for being unable to control it. That's a little dramatic, and he may even think about escaping to Canada with a new name and a new life, but he's still aware of his destiny.

On the table right next to him, Megumi plays with a pen, silently listening to whatever Yuuji is telling him with a big smile. Gojo feels how his 33 years gain weight on his back. He saw Megumi grow, become the man he's today, with almost 20 years. Gojo knows he's one of his most capable students, getting ready to reach the highest sorcery grade. He works hard, and he's ready to become one of the biggest sorcerers of the moment.

On the other side of the class, Nobara Kugisaki shows something to you on her phone. Nobara is still stuck on her 15, with that capricious and teen behavior, but, at the same time, Gojo knows perfectly she uses it as a shield. After the things she suffered, well, all of them, it's normal to have psychological as well as physical sequelae. Gojo respects her, and he's always surprised for the strength that the girl has inside her. Next to her, you.

Gojo Satoru is always curious about his students, but he has to admit that you, who entered with almost 18 a couple years ago, transferred from Kyoto to Tokyo, are still a whole world of unknown things he wants to discover. You had an easy time to adapt to the existent group and easily became friends with all of them. It's common to find you training with Yuuji, talking with Megumi or shopping with Nobara. You also showed a huge capability to talk to teachers – specially, to Nanami, for some reason Gojo prefers not to know.– But you're still incapable to talk with him without taking your eyes away from his, or leave quickly. He found it cute and even amusing at first, but now, seeing how you freely talk with Nanami as if he was a friend more, it's starting to crisp him. He wants you to talk to him the same way.

Maybe his intentions are mixed and he doesn't really want you to talk to him as one more. He wants more than your usual interactions with other people. Probably he's being egoistic, but he wants you to blush at his jokes and to search him on the breaks. He wants to make you nervous, to make you want to talk to him, to rely on him. To desire him, even when he knows it shouldn't be like that. He tried not to fall, he tried it so hard, but, now that he wants you so bad, he at least desires his feelings being reciprocate. But, he has a huge problem.

Satoru Gojo is used to have people reaching him like butterflies towards light and, for the first time, he's the one supposed to talk to you first, to ask you for a date and to reach you. And he doesn't know how to call your attention, specially knowing there's less than a week to finish the course, and with it, your stay on the Jujutsu Tech School of Tokyo, under his gaze.

In one hand, he feels lucky for that. He won't be nervous about the fact that you're still a student on his class and he, your tutor. And, at the same time, it makes him think how the hell is going to keep contact with you, when you have no business there once you stop studying. He could ask Nanami if he has your number, and make up a excuse to see you.

No. He's not going to ask for help, and less to his best friend, who didn't tell him about his marvelous friendship with you. Gojo will make things on his own way, and he hopes they will result.

"Going back to the class, please open that damn laptops and take notes. And this is a direct warning for you, Itadori. I saw you playing the other day, and you suck at 2048." You all open your laptops while the teacher walks to the back of the class, having a panoramic of all your screens, making sure you all are opening your books. And he sees it. You're fast to take it away, but he read clearly the web you left open yesterday on your laptop: camming.jp

He only was able to see the big pink logo on top of the page before you closed it, blushed and looking around to find his covered gaze on you. He looked away, as if he wasn't paying attention to you. He saved the page on his memory, thinking of his first alone time on the morning to check it on his phone. Just with the name, he can even imagine about what it could be, but, at the same time, internet domains sometimes play to be called in ways that don't relate to the content. He hopes he's wrong, or else, he'll have to fight with all a community of streamers you probably like. He'll investigate a little, if it is based off videogame streaming, he can talk with you about games! a direct way to have a conversation with you. His plan was amazing, and it had no margin for error.

However, two hours later, alone on his office, he did not expect to find a half-naked man welcoming him to the page for the first time, apart from a large pink pop-up warning asking for age verification. Gojo lifted his brow as he checks twice that his door is closed and the window that connects his study with Nanami's has the blind down. His attention goes back to the phone, putting the volume down as he types.

"An adult video website, huh?" he smiles for himself as he introduces his age on the page pop-up, and once checked, it lets him access to the content. "An adult streaming website." he hums. He slides down, streamers of all genres and ethnicities showing up on home-made streams, filtered by the top favorites of the week and verified streamers of the page. Gojo supposes it works with tips that public leaves to the streamers, as he keeps looking down to the solo section, the couples, the threesomes. There's a lot of alternatives and a lot of different genres to choose from. He licks his lips softly. So this is what you do on your free time? Getting closed up on your room at the dormitories of the Jujutsu School, seeing this streams? Cute, he thinks, as an idea starts to appear on his mind. He wants to call your attention, but there's no way he will abroad you on the corridor to talk about sex streamers. But, what if he became one?

He doesn't want to be narcissist, but he's handsome. He has a nice body, and his private parts are for sure something to be proud of, he thinks. He doesn't mind to show his solo fun routine for an audience, specially, if you're between them. No one is going to recognize his hands and his moans, but he will make sure you have a way to recognize him. After all, this is the only purpose he has in mind while he starts typing information and switches the account from "viewer" to "streamer".

Under the profile name of "blue_eyed_guy", he puts all the necessary information and adds a profile pic, one he took on the beach several years ago that shows from his marked abs to his strong and pale legs. He's even excited to start, he's not gonna lie. The fact that you're gonna see him makes Gojo smile. He sets his usual stream time to your free hours, as he calculates it might be the time you get connected to the stream. He only needs to get who you are between the tons of users inside, and worse, make you get connected to his stream. They're both important steps and he has no idea on how he's gonna make it. He decides to try luck on a first stream, right after his last class, once he's comfortable on his bed.

Another pop-up appears as soon as he opens the web on his laptop, already home, showered, without the blindfold and half-naked. "Do you want to collaborate on a video with your favorite streamer? Click here for more info!" A big smile appears on his lips. Collaborations? Maybe that makes his work a lot easier. Of course, if you want to collaborate. Though, you wouldn't have why record a video. Maybe just give some orders... Ask for special clothes...

To collaborate, you need to be geographically close, which makes all the people who aren't from Tokyo unable to participate. Then, some specifications from the streamer can make the circle of people smaller, until he has some profiles to pick from.

Maybe he could use a final sentence on stream, and use it on class too! Watch your reaction to it and get if you see his streams or not. He decides to try both as he turns the led lights red, make sure his face is away from the frame and clicks on start streaming. At first, just a couple people join, as he has his hands occupied on the keyboard, searching for some video to heat him up. He's not even aroused, but he needs to get you so bad... He needs to start now.

His hands caress himself above the fabric of his pants as the video starts. Some more people enter, as he counts with an special new streamer push, and he starts to imagine. Are you looking at him? Are you connected to his stream? He takes the first layer of clothes away, only black underwear covering him. He keeps rubbing as he gets harder, ideas about you filling his mind. Will you touch yourself to him? Will you think about him - as your teacher, not as a random streamer - while?

He doesn't know that the answer to all of them is yes. You're on his stream, as the page recommended it to you, and his bony and large hands pressing his bulge made you imagine them on another places, until you paid special attention to his right hand. A scar could be seen, just if you looked really well.

If you knew where to search it.

"Sad, isn't it?" Gojo sarcastically said in class while showing his hand, with a largue scar, some weeks ago. "The strongest sorcerer gets his first scar cooking."

He didn't know you knew it was him, and blood rushes up to your cheeks as you imagine the frame of his face, his chest and his long legs. You wonder if he keeps the blindfold on or he doesn’t, as your brain questions your teacher. Why is him on a page like this? And why is him streaming? 

Since you entered to study on Tokyo, the tall teacher called your attention. First, with his heavenly looks, and then, with his smooth personality. You started to feel attracted to him without noticing it, every time he took you four out for a mission, picking you up later to have dinner, when he let his hair fall on his forehead, with big sunglasses covering his eyes. You read the stream title, “i’m just trying, might delete acc” as, on the other side of the screen, Gojo’s mind started to wonder further. The video he was using is long forgotten as his mind produces specially explicit images of you. Of your body, always wrapped in that uniform, on your hands - and the things he thought when he saw you wrapping them around a katana, so tight and sliding them so slowly -. The comment section starts to move, asking him to take off his underwear or to show his face. The first low tips start to appear as well. You look attentive to all the movements of the man on the little screen of your laptop, as, doubting, you place your fingers on the keyboard, ready to post a comment for him.

It’s short, and it calls his attention because it’s different to the ones he has been receiving until now, all of them being extremely lewd and asking him in different ways to fuck them. It’s wrote all in lowercase, and it makes his heart race and his lips part in a low moan. Even when he’s usually the one saying this things, the praise sends a new wave of arousal down his body.

“good boy.”

Your shy personality makes him unable to attach you with that comment, and it will probably cover you until he deletes his account, making him unable to discover who’s the person behind the account that just tipped him 750 yens. He doesn’t want the money - he has tons of that, with a generous salary and a big inheritance from his ancestors. -. Maybe, he doesn’t care at all who’s behind the mysterious tipper, but you’ve heard of streamers who contact the best fans for a reward. It could be fun, and, if you can get it easily, you wouldn’t say no, acting surprised when you discover he’s your teacher and praying he doesn’t mind about your professional relationship. It would be an easy way to get close to him and, maybe, to have some fun without having to ask him directly. Gojo's hand presses harder on himself as you're able to hear him groan, making your body shake and your core get pathetically wet. His fingers curve under his black underwear waistband, as yours sneak pass your skirt end. Gojo playfully plays with the elastic, making the chat impatient and you impatient. He releases it, still rubbing the bulge from above, as he gets comfier on the bed, showing pale skin and strong arms, but without showing his face. You wonder how his skin would feel against yours, how deep his fingers - and his cock.- would go inside you. It makes you dizzy just to think about how he curled them to get the elastic, and how nice it would feel to get them curved inside you. 

Desire has been consuming you for a long while, and you weren’t able even to talk with him, because every single little action the man does catches your attention and gives free room to all the naughty thoughts you could develop from that, without knowing, of course, that your teacher was having those same ones on the other side of the table. How many times both of you dreamed with closing the class door and use the desks for something more than studying. As he keeps a good rhythm, you get comfortable, putting your earbuds and letting your hand find your panties, caressing in circles from above the pink fabric while you put the laptop near you, opening your legs on the bed. You’ve done this so many times thinking about him that you don’t blush anymore, even when hearing his groans and moans make your heart skip a beat. Your lips part to release shaky breathes as your hand moves faster and harder against the now wet underwear, as you open your eyes with difficulty to look again to the screen. He lets spit fall from his mouth to his hand, as the other hand takes the waistband again but, this time, taking it completely away. You moan softly when he does the same, once his bony fingers are wrapped around his shaft and he starts little movements. Up, down, up, down, so slowly but so good. He’s just using his imagination, convinced that he’ll have the autocontrol to enter in you slowly, without slamming his hips against you or give too hard thrusts inside, even when he imagines your tight hole squeezing him to death. Just the image of having you naked, on his bed, with blushed cheeks and hair made a mess while you try not to moan as he fucks you is enough to make him twitch in anticipation. He doesn’t know how many time he has been streaming, or how many time he should, but if he keeps having all those fantasies, he won’t last long enough to make more content.

His hand increases its pace as yours do, the other covering your mouth to avoid being heard, even when supposedly no one is around the dorms. Is Gojo streaming from his dorm on the School? You can’t see clearly because of the led lights that cover the background, but it seems to be bigger, and an apartment, not a first-floor traditional house, as the dorms are. Gojo keeps going, his moans being more and more deep, as the chat, with several members now, burns in comments of “keep going” and “edge yourself.”. But you want to see him cum so bad… To hear him moan and to see his hips sweetly thrusting against nothing.

His hand slows a little as his breath trembles, legs tensed while he curses in deep voice, as he gets stained with cum. His chest - or what you can see of it.- raises and decreases quick, as he giggles softly, tired. He gets closer to the camera, showing only the V on his hips and his torso, to whisper against the mic, while your hands are still busy down there.

“I’m searching someone to… help me on my next stream. Please, if you’re from Tokyo and you enjoyed this, fill the form I’ll be leaving here. Thanks for watching.”

His soft, breathless voice against your ears makes you moan as your hips search your fingers harder against the wetness, as your mind wonders. You can fill that form. It’s the opportunity you’ve been searching.

He would love so much to see you moaning his name as you roll on bed, with your fingers still above your underwear and the image of himself getting off repeating on your brain while your mouth opens in pleasure and your pussy clenches around nothing as your tired body finds liberation.

Both of you sigh at the same time, getting up and going to the bathroom, cleaning yourselves before getting your laptops again. He’s quick to make the survey as you’re quick to find it and fill it up.

His smile gets bigger when the first collaboration request comes from a name he knows too well. You.

taglist: @crazybutconfidentaf -> please let me know if you want to be tagged on part 2!

#gojo x you #gojo x reader #gojo x y/n #satoru gojo x reader #gojo smut #gojo satoru smut #tw voyeurism #jjk fic #jjk x reader #jjk smut #minors do not interact

[kivaember]

I think you've mentioned before that after the fires of ibis, a portion of the Rubiconian population was evacuated off planet? What with 50 years having gone by there has to be multiple generations who have never set foot on Rubicon. I wanted to ask what life is like for the Rubiconian diaspora and what they think about the survivors left on Rubicon and vice versa.

The Rubiconian diaspora are split into two groups (to simplify it, in reality it's pretty complicated, but the simple summary is):

The Intellectuals: when Dr Nagai triggered the IBIS system to initiate the Fires, there was advanced warning for this that had some of the intellectual elite of Rubicon fleeing the planet. They had the resources and means to drop everything and go: access to spaceships, money, etc. When they fled to UEG space, and reports of the Fires came in, the UEG gave them an offer: they could accept silver citizenship to Earth and maintain the quality of life they're used to, so long as they share their knowledge and research with UEG.

Quite a lot of them took this offer, and fifty years on their descendants are naturalised Earth humans. This has come at a cost, though. While they had to give technological and scientific research over to the UEG, they had to waive any rights to their ""remains"". The UEG, for some reason, are very interested in Rubiconian physiology, and the more "pureblooded" they are (as in, they can trace their lineage back to the original Rubiconian settlers), the more pushy they are about having access to their bodies upon death.

Because Rubiconian belief has them not very attached to their corpses (they tend to mulch them or use them for scientific endeavours themselves), they agree to this with little fuss. In their eyes it seems like a steal: give up your world's secrets and your bodies when you die, in exchange for safety and security. Rubicon is gone in their eyes, and there's no way it's coming back with how razed it is. The UEG emphasise this point as well: Rubicon is completely destroyed. No chance of recovery, ecologically. Yup. Gone forever, this is your home now.

Publicly, the Rubiconian Liberation Front is mocked as a bunch of half-feral colonists that have been driven insane by Coral contamination, or a bunch of Coral smugglers pretending to be Rubiconians. This is the propaganda the Rubiconian diaspora holding UEG citizenship are fed, and it's what they believe - whether genuinely, or because they want to maintain their comfortable lifestyle.

The Refugees: Right, these Rubiconians are the ones that fled after the Fires, and are a mix of those who managed to find functioning spaceships post-Fires and flee, or were evacuated from the surface when the UEG's first response fleet landed on the planet.

This was done by the UEG to ensure that no surviving Rubiconian scientists or "pureblooded" Rubiconians slipped the net: upon evacuation, the refugees were told to submit their identification papers and the like - on the surface this was to reunite them with any family members or the like that they may've been separated from, but in reality it was so the UEG could confirm their identities, how many generations of Rubiconian they were, and segregate the "useful" from the "useless".

The useful were given the citizenship offer, but the "useless" were shipped off to an industrial colony that needed an influx of new workers. The UEG spun this as a PR move, obviously. They saved the Rubiconians and gave them new homes, new jobs! Meanwhile the refugees were forced to work in gruelling production facilities on frontier colonies, in exchange for food, shelter and meagre wages.

Needless to say, this group of Rubiconians are exceedingly bitter towards the UEG. There's even a common belief amongst them that the UEG was the cause for the Fires, that it had been planned since they thought Rubicon was becoming too big of a threat to its supremacy, not helped by reports of them establishing the PCA and looting Institute ruins for technology.

Though they can't do so openly, they quietly support the RLF's movement on Rubicon. They all hope that one day they do succeed in overthrowing the PCA and reclaiming their home, so that they can one day return - many have plans on how to escape the colonies they're trapped on. They're just waiting for the day they can return.

As for Walter and Carla, they intentionally destroyed their papers and pretended to be simple Rubiconians from unimportant origins. Even then they didn't really slip past UEG's notice. While Carla was half-Rubiconian, half-Earth, Walter was as pureblooded as they came, able to trace his bloodline to the very first settlers of Rubicon with no mingling of other humans from other colonies, which was picked up when the UEG did their "routine" blood test. The UEG were very pushy about Walter, and even when they relented and let Carla keep him, they actually took pains to settle them within the solar system itself, rather than the frontier colonies where majority of the Rubiconian refugees went.

Every so often the UEG make an offer, but Walter knew better than to accept whatever they're peddling. The only concession he makes it making a blood donation whenever they request it, if only because they do pay him quite a bit for that, though he can't for the life of him understand why.

Hilariously, these blood donations actually funded quite a bit of their early operations before Carla managed to establish herself as a successful black market weapon's dealer.

#armored core ramblings #essentially anything UEG does it always in its self-interests #even if on the surface it looks generous or charitable #but rubicon before the fires was actually very classist #and the UEG took advantage of that when accepting rubiconian refugees

[eliemo]

Reunion

A scene for my Medieval Royalty au because I've had non stop brain rot about it where Bruce and Dick reunite after almost a year of thinking the other is dead

Bruce followed Clark through the mud, the grass still damp with early morning dew, walking vigil at his side with a hand moving to over the hilt of his sword. 

Clark glanced at his movement, the corners of his mouth turning up into a small smile, but he didn't say anything about it. The King was far too relaxed for his own good, especially out here unprotected, preparing to meet with a stranger. 

“He’s not a stranger,” Clark had said, when Bruce had tried to persuade him to bring more men. “I had a perfectly nice conversation with him when he arrived last night. He just wants to meet for negotiations, I agreed to walk into town with him. He seems like a smart kid, I think he could be useful.”

Bruce had missed the traveler’s arrival last night, Clark granting him the day off when Tim had fallen ill, his fever spiking in the early morning. He was awake now, and he’d proven able to keep water down, so Bruce had left Jason in charge of the kids and insisted on accompanying Clark to meet with his new friend. 

“A mysterious stranger shows up in your kingdom and wants to meet privately with the King to discuss the possibility of work and housing,” Bruce said. “He’s offering information on Queen that he couldn’t share with an audience. It’s suspicious and convenient.” 

Someone familiar with Oliver’s kingdom also ran the risk of Bruce being recognized, another reason he wasn’t exactly eager to allow this stranger to stay inside the gates, let alone get anywhere near Clark. 

On top of that, Clark had said they’d been traveling with a companion from the House Allen. He’d trusted Barry during his reign, his family were good people, but he wasn’t entirely convinced one of them recognizing him or his children wouldn’t spark some sort of conflict. 

If they were at risk of capture they’d need to flee again, and none of them were in the place to be on the run right now. Not until Tim was fully recovered at the very least, and that could take weeks. 

He caught Clark staring with a shameless grin, and Bruce scowled. “That’s how I met you, B. Don’t be a hypocrite.” 

Bruce didn’t have an argument for that, scowl deepening as he followed Clark through the field, scanning the horizon for any signs of an ambush. 

Their company didn’t keep them waiting, and Bruce’s guard rose immediately when he caught sight of two figures walking towards them in the distance, still small specks against the gray sky, the orange glow of early sunlight just barely illuminating their approach as it peeked up over the hills. 

“Stay behind me,” Bruce instructed, coming to a halt as he waited for the travelers to approach. “We wait here.” 

Clark ignored his command, as the stubborn King of Krypton often did, but he at least stopped walking when his knight did, coming to a gentle stop at Bruce’s side, their shoulders brushing. 

“That’s him,” Clark said, raising his hand in greeting. “See? Everything’s fine.” 

Bruce hummed under his breath, unimpressed, watching him smile out of the corner of his eye. Clark still didn’t seem to understand how to be a king, how to harness that untouchability, the power and nobility that came with a crown. He was too friendly, too approachable, too vulnerable. If Bruce didn’t know better, he’d mistake his King for a commoner. He needed to learn, or his reign would end the same way Bruce’s had. 

Maybe, if the opportunity rose, Bruce would give him some pointers. 

It was an impossible thought, opening up about that part of his life with Clark, trusting him with that knowledge. It could never happen. 

It felt like a distant memory now, something far away and forever out of his reach. 

It had caused him nothing but grief, anyway. And he knew Clark felt the same about his own place. 

He could see the travelers better now, each of them guiding a horse by the reins, the animals trailing proudly behind them. 

Something twisted in his gut when he recognized freckled skin and a mop of wind blown red hair. He hadn’t expected noble blood. He’d met Wally West a handful of times, and only in passing at the occasional meeting with his uncle, but Bruce never let himself forget a face, and a handful of brief meetings still ran the risk of his voice being recognized the moment he opened his mouth. 

He squinted to make out the second man through the distance. He seemed to be about West’s age, taller, darker skin and black hair and…

Bruce’s heart dropped to his stomach. 

He was pulling off his helmet before he even fully registered the decision, unmasking himself in the crisp morning air. He felt Clark stiffen beside him when he dropped it to the ground, saw the two approaching travelers falter and stare, but it didn’t matter. None of it mattered. 

“Bruce?” 

Bruce ignored him and started forward, throat closing up tight until he couldn’t catch his breath, boots sinking into the mud as he dropped everything and ran, desperate, pushing to close the last of the distance in between them as fast as he possibly could. 

And he was doing the same, running towards Bruce like a string had been cut, months of heartbreak and pain and grief laid out plainly for them both to see. 

They met in the middle, skidding to a frantic stop in the mud, and Bruce pulled his son to his chest without another moment of hesitation. 

Dick went willingly, melting against his armor, scrambling to cling to his back and bury his face into his chest. It was far from comfortable with the armor they were both wearing, especially ankle deep in the muddy grass, but Bruce didn’t care. 

“Bruce?” Dick called, craning his neck and looking up at him with wide eyes, like there was still some doubt, like this was a trick or illusion. Bruce just held on tighter. “You’re…. you–” 

“Are you alright?” Bruce demanded, pulling back just enough to scan Dick for injuries. He looked… exhausted. And older- painfully older. But he didn’t appear to be hurt. “Are you alright?” 

“Am I alright?” Dick echoed, and Bruce couldn’t believe they were already arguing. He ignored it, reaching up to gently cup his missing child’s face. “I… Bruce you died, you all… I thought you–” 

“I’m okay,” Bruce said, brushing overgrown hair out of Dick’s face with a silver glove. “I’m okay, Dick. We’re all okay.” 

Dick froze, shiny brown eyes like saucers when he blinked up at him. Bruce had missed him more than he had words to express. “All of you?” 

“All of us,” Bruce said. “We’re okay. We got out, Chum. We’re okay.” 

He saw Dick’s face crumple, saw the weight of the world slide off his shoulders and was right there to catch him again when he slumped forward with a broken sob. 

“I’ve got you,” he whispered, wrapping his arms around Dick’s back again and pulling him close. “I’m here now, it’s okay. It’s all okay now.” 

He clutched at him like he was a child again, trembling in his hold, and Bruce was reminded with enough force to knock the wind right out of his chest that he still was. He’d barely been a man the last time Bruce had seen him, nearly a year ago now, and he didn’t even want to begin to imagine what this boy had been through these last months, alone and scared, with the weight of an entire family, an entire kingdom, ripped away from him the moment he’d had his back turned. 

Dick squeezed him and Bruce allowed it, resting his chin atop his hair like he’d done so many times before. “I thought… I- I thought–” 

“I know,” Bruce said. “We did too.” 

It was nothing short of a miracle that Dick had been able to evade capture this long, with what felt like the whole world looking for him. He’d never given up hope, never stopped telling himself that Dick was alright, that he was surviving, that he was out there somewhere trying to make his way home. But he’d long ago accepted the cold truth that he’d never see him again. 

And now here he was, back in Bruce’s arms. He supposed if anyone could manage it, it was Dick. Jason had been right, he was the best of them. 

He didn’t know how much time had passed before Dick pulled back, Bruce reaching up to cup his cheek again, still marveling at the fact that this was real, that he had his family back together, whole and unharmed. 

Dick’s gaze moved to something over Bruce’s shoulder, quickly stepping back out of his space, and Bruce was suddenly reminded that it wasn’t just the two of them, alone to reunite in the dawn. 

Wally had his eyes on the ground, hands folded behind his back, sparing Dick a small glance and a smile, before briefly meeting Bruce’s eyes. He recognized him, then. And was decidedly not making a scene. Good. 

He could feel Clark’s eyes on him, his confusion and questions bubbling to the surface, and Bruce stubbornly refused to look his way, itching to reach out and pull his son closer to his side. 

They had a lot of catching up to do, assuming Clark allowed Dick the same protection he’d given Bruce and they got that chance. 

He would. He had to. Nothing in the world could rip Bruce’s family away from him again. 

“Your Majesty,” Dick greeted with a bow in Clark’s direction and Bruce stared straight ahead, trying not to count the seconds his son was out of his reach again. “Good morning.” 

“Good morning,” Clark echoed, and Bruce could hear his insufferable smile. “I… see you’ve met, Bruce.” 

“Uh, yeah,” Dick said slowly. He turned to Bruce, silently searching for permission. “We–” 

“He’s my son,” Bruce said, for once allowing himself to speak without second guessing himself, facing Clark’s startled look head on. “My oldest.” 

There was a hand on his shoulder, the King’s eyes going wide, and Bruce felt like the morning was holding its breath. He’d told Clark what he could, as scarce as he could manage, and he knew the questions and suspicions this could raise. 

But right now it didn’t matter. Dick was alive, and he didn't have the energy to even try to hide that joy. They’d earned the right to celebrate their family being whole again, his heir coming back to him. 

“I thought you said…” Clark trailed off, and Bruce let his relief and fading grief surface, like a book open for the King to read. His gaze softened, his hand squeezing Bruce’s shoulder before turning back to his guests. “Well, then. In that case, Krypton is honored to have you.” 

Dick smiled, the tension in his shoulders dropping. “Thank you, sir.” 

“Come on,” Clark said, stepping back in the direction he came and motioning for the others to follow. “We’ll walk and talk. I’m sure you have a lot of catching up to do.” 

“Yes,” Bruce agreed, falling back to walk alongside Dick as he led his horse through the mud, his smile the exact same as it had been when he was nine years old. Bruce had been terrified he’d never see it again. “We do.” 

#batman #superman #nightwing #bruce wayne #clark kent #dick Grayson #dc #dc comics #au #medieval au #royalty au #writing #fan fiction

[chemnections]

Why the fuck would Gerard reference Frank’s accident in UA? Sure there might be some tension behind the scene but doing that would be unnecessarily cruel. The idea Gerard has chosen to spend the rest of his life playing mind games with people in his life like Frank is absurd.

i'm trying to hold back my judgment until its confirmed and i see it in context - but my own trauma from a vehicular accident is really jumping out of me so i'm incredibly spiky on the topic.

because i already thought the bus in the stage set, not enough acknowledgment of it in my opinion at the sydney shows, five carrying that rucksack in season 1 like frank did was the trauma was still fresh was pushing it (including the removal of five's hand).

i think it would be included because unfortunately it has become part of their lore as the turning point that eventually led them to reuniting the band again. probably made them rethink and attempt to repair their relationship and attitudes, etc. and a point of contention - thinking of lindsey's meme of 'lets eat trash and get hit by a car'. and the umbrella academy is ultimately about mcr, and a huge chunk being gerard and frank's conflict.

but even more unfortunately, i think gerard is just continuing to show us who he is.

i think he greatly enjoys being cruel to frank. i think he likes that frank almost always comes back and when he doesn't gerard lets himself fall apart to a life threatening state to reel him back in.

i think a part of why gerard and lindsey work is that they have a built in common enemy (but probably many to be honest) to bond over. i've observed relationships that work like that before, and how they tend to fall apart when the 'enemy' - usually a friend or family member - has been removed. and i think that's also part of the pattern of gerard falling apart when frank puts distance between them.

but another key part of gerard reeling frank back in is the band. i believe if it wasn't for the band frank would have found it within himself to complete remove himself from gerard. mcr is the greatest hostage gerard can hold - and he has pulled the trigger on that hostage before and milked it to cause to most pain he could, lets be honest.

and we can't say anyone is making him do this. even with mental illness - with access to all the care in the world it can only make you better if you want to be better. i don't think he does. again, i think he likes being cruel and likes the reactions he can get out of frank by pissing him off. and getting truly better involves too much work and facing reality and feeling remorse for said cruelty.

so he has chosen to continue the head games. and at this point, i guess it is for life. and it's so fucking hard to watch.

because for most people would be the assumption that naturally they are working towards resolution. but gerard is not.

why? who knows, could potentially be a number of things. power, entertainment, sadism, trauma and the list just goes on and on.

my other thought with the ua is that this makes the five and frank connection even more visible. . . it's a little reckless on that side of things

#anon #we will have to wait and see what the scene is really about #this is just an opinion piece

[seancamerons]

Sean 😊

i have 3 of these. will say sean is my favorite. thank you. all this is under a cut bc i kind of went lengthy. 💕💙

he died in the army. (self explanatory)😥😥

he and emma reunite in the future bonus: emma is divorced or separated and working toward a divorce, spemma as amicable exes and they naturally pick up from a more mature pov/grown a lot separately and grow more fond between their history and mutual feelings and such and are in much better places in their life. best case scenario. perhaps sean attends janny's wedding and is the best man, emma is naturally manny's maid of honor (manny was emma's) and spinner got ordained bc jay can't marry himself who also was ordained and even tho spinner/manny were amicable exes as well and despite spemma not working out all remained friendly with little animosity </sorry habitual tangent the happy ending. down the road even emma and sean move in together and start their new lease make up for lost time could have a semiopen ended ending happy tho. but implied of happy days to come. this is my favorite end!

i do have a stretch one, this is a crack theory hear me out on!!

so basically he falls in love with army!anya. ok i don't have a lot of knowledge about army life or whatever but this is my crack theory and i have limited knowledge based on things I've heard and stuff so yeah.

and to make it a little more interesting, up the ante - he is her boss its kind of frowned upon or forbidden. when for starters for instance she's new girl on the block and freshmeet they don't get on so well. she is newbie. she's also an attractive girl a little girlie and the other girls in their group don't jive so well. she has 1 or 2 people in the group she's friendly enough with. sean initially doesn't like her at all. anya is no push over and isn't giving up and is determined to get better. sean is constantly at every turn making an example out of her of what not to do, she's embarrassed but that only drives her to work harder and strive for perfection or excellence. she doesn't wanna imress him, she's not a fan either. so the feeling is pretty mutual.

she even thought if she was in danger, he'd leave her behind, or not help her if she needs it or if her life depended on it. he always caught her doing things wrong, he'll always call her out on it. he's pretty cactus like and she's like a baby kitten, or a balloon that his pickly thorns pop. she's lost her temper got demerits (or strikes which lead to meetings and write ups) seems like he has it out for her and his mission is for her to be sad. he once made her cry bc she confronted him for this laundry list of things and he brushed her off and told her she's a coward and she should go home that she's hopeless. she did consider that, but she didn't want to disappoint herself or her parents.

pre anya he didn't have a hard time learning and being accoustome to habits and routine so with sean moving up the ranks sean is a lil closed off, bossy, moody, and demanding and anya initially hates him!

he's always catching her doing the wrong thing and making her do the work, but it's cause he believes in her. he's also like it or not attracted to her even though they have little in common.

so one night the rest of their army colleagues are out at a bar in the city to cut loose and have a good time. it had been a hard week for everyone including anya. they have some drinks and get to talking. sean surprises her when he defends her honor at the bar and decks the guy for trying to do something (use your imagination)

or possibly anya has a ex out wherever they're stationed the romance they had turned sour or ended somehow unrelated and stuff and he grabbed anya by the arm and demanded to take his hands off her in so many words or to leave her alone, she doesn't want to talk. sean read the situation pretty well. did i mention he's built?

the guy gets tough, but sean's tougher. so he becomes more persistent, insults sean and he comes over and sucker punches him bc she wasn't listening and neither was he when sean initially walked over to stick up for her (not like she needed his help considering) and wham! he's on the floor and then sean tells her to run and he takes her by the hand on the count of 3 they flee to another place closer to base like a park after dark before curfew so they have some time to sober up, grab a bite to eat before they get back to base.

he finds out that for anya and sean, it's a small world. they're both from toronto and attended the same school at different points like a few years apart (perhaps she was a middle schooler when he was in school at dcs or he was in wasaga that period of time but eventually got ged after his short stint in jail and we know the rest!) and any told her story and he was so impressed how she was able to pick her self up. he asked if she knew his mentor mr. simpson and she filled him in a bit on him. sean and Simpson still talk but at that point it been a few months with their busy lives and all but he admired that she didn't give up on herself and when things got tough, like sean always did and how his temper often got him into trouble. she heard stories his reputation for that stuff. she admitted she was afraid of him when she made the connection with first impressions. she proved him wrong, and is quick to call his bluff. they are team mates without sports and dating would be wrong on a lot of levels but the trust, attraction, and stuff.

he knows he can't give her preferential treatment, he wont hold her hand and he wont go easy on her, and no one was the wiser, sometimes they'd be able to get away and fool around and spend nights away on leaves or vacation far away, and when they're still working or on the clock or whatever behind closed doors they can be what they want and then in the world its like they are well behaved and model soldiers and so on. they get by. he knows he can't like be public with her, no kissing/pda, no sex, not too much alone time, getting caught can't emphasis CANNOT happen but they can talk when they can,he'll always help her and maybe he wont be so mean to her and realize he was once new and trained her like owen did more to grow into and hone skills she'll use in the future regardless! he wrote her recommendation letters for a college so she can get accepted to a university to study some topic she's interested in idk what anya would study so open ended!!

for a time they had a secret romance, no one ever found out about and then they bode time until it was free, coast was clear. for the first 2 years of their relationship it was a double life tho no one knew and they kept it that way but they hated it too because they'd really fallen deep for one another no matter how hard they tried to fight it/deny it and were mutually invested by then. they had goals, future plans and were supportive but they always promised they'd get through it together whatever it took. (ha see what i did there!) they taught each other a lot in their time once they got over the ihateyoustage and critical beginning. from the night at the bar she saw him in a new life. she'd judged him so quickly. they worked well as a team and everyone was proud of anya too. she was thriving in her new life. she was also happy. happier than she had ever been, she had true companionship and comradery. she made a lot of friends and got to try many different jobs. she never gave up. came out of her shell.

things improved obvi between sean/anya and the rest of her career seemed to flourish and promotions and opportunities came pouring in and eventually she had to pick and choose what to pursue and what to choose and sean would back her 100% in any way he can.

and much later down the line the chips fell where they did and they were able to be in a relationship because he was no longer her boss at that point and it wasn't such a risk and they moved in together and on a family weekend anya introduced her to her parents. mama approved of her. they were free to be who ever they wanted to be. I'm a sucker for love. I'm a sucker for happy endings but yeah. that's the sean/anya crack fanon/heancanon! haha idk props to rachel who is on here as @reggiephantom who idk maybe 2 years ago and i went back and forth talking about this headcanon/story idea.

thanks for the ask/message!💌

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#asks #sean cameron #degrassi #headcanons #anya macpherson #semma #anya x sean #alternate universe #💌 thanks for the ask #emmasmuse

[diamandodusto]

CHAPTER 0 : TRIAL (SEBASTIAN SALLOW X FEMALE OC)

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Synopsis : Eloy, Sebastian and Ominis are students in Hogwarts and entering their seventh year together and none of them actually knows what they got ahead…

0.

Eloy’s Ravenclaw sigil shined bright as the moon met her face. Her cat shaped-eyes were glowing in an odd glimpse of the relief she once had after everything that had happened with Sallow and Rookwood. She was waiting for the morrow to come, the sun to welcome her. For the simple yet meaningful reason, Sebastian Sallow would soon enough face his trial. Eloy had tried to save him. To help him out in his shenanigans, but to reason him as well. Soon enough, she’d find herself crying as Ominis gave her the disappointed stare of betrayed friendship.

Ever since then, Eloy had been nothing but an unfilmable void. Sure, she’d go back home to see her parents, her brothers, and then contemplate what her year has been. She’d even visit Sebastian in his cell. Trying to make him laugh. But none could. The boy was broken, and so was she. Slowly, Eloy distanced herself, and she would only give no visit any more. She’d wish to go back in time, but her cape was proof of her guilt towards Sallow.

“Maybe that’s how things should be. Hogwarts is strict towards dark magic, and this guy seemed to be crossing ‘em, sissy,” would repeat her eldest brother.

When the sun rose, Eloy surprised herself to be slowly smiling. Today was the judgment of Sebastian, and secretly, she hoped her plan would work. That she could teleport them both thanks to the Portkey she stole from Professor Fig before the year ended.

Dressing herself up, she then jumped into the closest wagon to drive the closest to the Ministry of Magic itself. Her once mid-length onyx hair was now reaching her lowerback and a fringe of black eyelashes covered her lids. Eloy would receive the praises of her classmates once, but never had she frankly recognized the gazes of some?

“Here you go, M’lady. You should unstress those eyebrows of yours, or you’ll soon grow wrinkles before being four-ten and five,” mumbled the driver. “I’ll be fine, thank you. Today’s stressing enough for me, lad. However, I shall thank you for the drive.” “Pleasure’s mine, M’lady. I pass here every four hours, and I did hear about the trial of the Wizard. A Slytherin, I might ask ? Common of them, Slytherins caused many trouble throughout the years of Hogwarts. As old as I am, I may only warn you to be careful around them.” “As you say, Sir.”

She then left the company of that ol’ man who was Greyson Sunderland. Walking onwards in court, her heart started to beat faster. Eloy would avoid the familiar gazes of Everett and Samantha. The Ravenclaw sighed after a tired chuckle escaped her juicy yet pink lips. Her seat was next to Ominis, and the tall stature of the man remained silent next to the petite figure of hers.

“Eloy.” “Ominis.”

And everything got shut again. Astonishing silence that said more than any words could. Nervously, Eloy bit her lower lip, waiting for the figure of Sebastian to show up. And after two and ten minutes to wait, the latter did. Chained. Kept with handcuffs that’d suppress his magic. Eloy hated that, deeply. But what she despised, was the remorseful stare of Sebastian aimed at her direction. Although she didn’t exactly know if he meant to direct it to Ominis instead of her, if not them both.

“We are reunited here to judge the actions acted by Sebastian Sallow, nephew of Solomon Sallow, and twin of Anne Sallow. Mister Sebastian Sallow, now ten and eight, is accused of using Dark Arts for the sake of his beloved sister.”

Eloy swallowed hardly. Saliva going back and forth in her throat as her body naturally tensed at the words of the Judge. Whole testaments were now told by the public, and Eloy did nothing but to wait for her turn to come. But before hers, was Ominis’s, and she hoped deep inside the latter would not turn back against his forever friend.

“Eloy Denford, if you might get up from your seat and tell us your story of either accusation or defence towards mister Sallow, we’d be pleased to hear it.” “I-... Your honour, was it not Sir Gaunt’s before mine, if I may be polite enough to dare be asking ?” “No. We decided Mister Gaunt shall be the last one speaking at this trial. Then we’ll conclude a decision.”

Sighing in anxiety, she then proceeded to strike eyes in Sebastian’s. The latter feeling his heart miss a beat at the tensed expression of the Ravenclaw. He thought she had changed through the years, he hadn’t seen her. Two. She didn’t grow a centimenter taller, but her hair did, and her face grew maturer. Her face slimmer, and the way she dressed was so grown-up, he first hesitated if it was truly her or not. The only thing that’d confirm it was the slit on her right brow and her eyeshape.

“I-… Sebastian Sallow and I shared classes and activities. We were friends, to be frank. And I considered him to be the Anchor of my fifth year at Hogwarts. Him, Ominis, and I, were a trio of three. And, as much mistaken Sallow might’ve been, he attended to do only good with morally gray means to achieve his goal.” “... Are you taking his defense, Miss Denford ?”

She sighed, almost unsure of her answer. “Yes, Yes I do, your Honour.” she then pursued. “And, if I may add, none of this would've happened if Rookwood didn’t curse Sallow’s twin before and foremost. I do not attest to mistake your judgment, but to only express my most sincere thoughts in front of this court.”

A pinch took Sebastian’s heart. She always considered him so much. Eloy never judged him. Never had she ever expressed her approval, either, but the fact she understood his point meant immensely to him. To know he wasn’t all alone and lonely in this. Ominis, he could almost understand. He drove him to his boundaries. The very extremities of it. But Eloy ? He never quite caught how far he could've had been gone with her.

He grabbed his Slytherin robe, strobing roughly the green texture upon the black one. Maybe he wasn’t all bad, maybe he wasn’t all good. But for sure, Sebastian Sallow did not attend to do harm, but good. Even in his selfish motives. He had tried. And Eloy knew that. She knew all too well. That was why she attempted to give him a chance. The last one. She hoped for redemption. The raven-haired caught remorse in the young man’s eyes.

“But as settled in your records, Sebastian Sallow also dragged you into a clandestine wand duel club, Miss Denford. Is that correct ?” “It is, your Honour. But I could've yet refuse Mister Sallow’s offer. But I did not. Did I ?” “Why so, Miss Denford ?”

Eloy closed her eyes gently, remembering the gentle wind at the highest tower, the smell of fresh snacks and forbidden hangouts at night. When curfew rang. “Because, we were young and stupid. Only teenagers thrown in the wild of conflicts we could not afford the importance of. This is why I must implore your clemency towards Mister Sallow.”

Silence stood steadily in court. Eyes all settled on Eloy’s elegant figure. The latter giving a rapid glance to Ominis, hoping to communicate her demand for cooperation. Maybe one last time. “That’ll be enough. You may sit, Miss Denford.”

But was it ?

…

When lunchtime rang for the entire court to hear, Eloy felt as sense of relief invading her mind. Although hunger did not stroke her that much, she strictly avoided the glances of Sebastian’s family. Well, the ones who remained still breathing, at least. Her back facing the assembly, she soon felt the presence of the familiar man she used to hang out with during her fifth year. Ominis, whose tired eyes never got excruciated of her presence.

Or at least, not yet.

“Why?” “I beg your pardon?” she answered.

Ominis sat, getting his face closer to hers to avoid indiscreet stares to stop by on them two. Eloy breathed loudly, clenching her fist to the point her fingernails would soon enough dig into her fresh ivory-shaded skin. Ominis’s glance was serious. Not a shadow of a smirk upon his usually upturned lips. And, by Merlin, how chapped they were. She could almost swear he had been biting them to the point he bled.

“Why taking his defence ? Why putting yourself on the line ? When I told you’d regret forever casting that spell, you didn’t listen. All of this. Danger. Inconsideration. You left your cursus and your Miss-knows-everything behaviour for his sake ? C’mon ‘loy.” accused Ominis. Short-taken, Eloy didn’t know what to answer. What could she say ? She took part in this. She chose a side. And now was time to face consequences. Or do worst. Or do better. Nervously, she grabbed her pouch in which she had hid the Portkey that’d save Sebastian. Yes. But also condemn them both. If not three. For treason against the Laws of Magic.

“I-... He’s not bad. He is truly not. And you know it. Ominis. Don’t let your anger alter your judgment.” “Are you freaking kidding me ? Are you taking me for an idiot, ‘Loy? You’re the one who speaks about altering judgment, right now ?”

He has a point, she thought.

“Why let the negative take over the positive and good you had with him ?” “He manipulated me. He manipulated you. He manipulated us all. Isn’t that enough for you to be rightful, Denford ?” The dark-haired Ravenclaw sighed loudly in disappointment. She feared Gaunt’s words would have a bigger effect than hers upon what could happen to Sebastian. To Sallow. The one who covered her in the Library, who protected her. Took her to Hogsmeade. She gloomily laughed at the latter thought.

Which led Ominis to give her an interrogative stare. “What?”

“I just wonder if we wouldn’t have done the same thing, if our position were switched with his. If the last person we ever loved was sick to death.”

And she left. But she jogged to the outskirts. To one balcony, on which she let her body slid to the ground. Here, Eloy resented the mere presence of magic. Of superior people that surrounded her, her friends. She was ready to use the Portkey. But from now on, she could only wait.

Ominis Gaunt would either offer felicity or condemn Sebastian Sallow.

…

Back to her seat, Eloy twirled her fingers together in a manic gesture. Sitting next to Gaunt who, she didn’t know, was sided low-key staring at her. Maybe was she right. Perhaps was she wrong. But his decision would come when his friend would show up again. And he did. Just as before. Sebastian didn’t look revitalized at all by the food he’s eaten. However, he didn’t get to miss the pale faces of his two friends next to one another. But also, to catch the glimpse of the slight animosity that came within their figures.

“We are back again to hear the testimonies. Although we’re at the last of them. Mister Gaunt, I shall ask you to get up on your legs and speak as most sincere you can.”

As Ominis executed himself, Sebastian caught the silent attempt of communication from Eloy. The latter directing her fingers to her pouch, he then noticed her wand on her side, the sharpest of it being turning upwards her breasts as he understood she purposefully kept it under her blouse. Wait, was she really planning to cast Accio to drag him in and teleport them ?

And then mess it all up ? Just for him ? No. He couldn’t believe that. She was all-so-sweet, all-so-wise. Nevertheless, the now-man had indeed corrupted the Ravenclaw at multiple times. More than he could count. The brown-haired kept his lips close, mouth shut, while Ominis’s voice rose. His tone was deeper than the last time he heard him. Raspy almost. Was it also his case ? He couldn’t know.

At best, he could ask. But Sebastian did not.

“... Mister Sallow is, like the precedent testimony called, a morally grey person. And, although some actions are indeed very much unforgivable, such as the spells and curses he decided consciously to use…” Ominis stopped, sticking his eyes into Sallow’s. “He never intended to cause us harm more than good. Mister Sallow did try to drag us on the outside of his wrongdoings. To spare us the counteraction of what he was doing. I do not approve, but I wondered myself if I hadn't had done the same, if my beloved sister was sick to death. Sometimes, when you really love someone, you got to do things you never thought you’d achieve. We were young and stupid, just as he was. And maybe he still is, but I might only implore your clemency towards Sebastian Sallow as well.”

Eloy’s lips turned upwards, as Sebastian’s eyes wet on the words of Ominis. Was he really forgiving him ? Ominis Gaunt, the one he betrayed ? Another chance for them three ? “You, Ominis Gaunt, are taking defence of the accused, Sebastian Sallow, am I understanding this right ?”

Ominis sighed, searching approval for a second, in the Ravenclaw next to him. “Yes, yes I am, your honour.”

The Hammer smashed on the hard wood, making the court jump as the judges were concerting one another to decide a decision. Tension rose, and a drop of blood escaped Eloy’s lips as she carefully caressed the Portkey again. She was going to pass out, the woman was certain of that. Tears were ready to fall down. Intensely, like a river that’d soon enough drown her into a sea of anxiety. Of deception. Of disappointment. Failure. A thing she had hatred for.

“After the decision of the Assembly, Mister Sebastian Sallow shall be given another chance in his life, therefore, he shall go through his seventh year at Hogwarts to prove himself worthy.”

Bonus : Ominis, Eloy and Sebastian at Eighteen Years Old (by me) 

#Sebastian Sallow #Sebastian Pallow #Sebastian Sallow x OC #Sebastian x Reader #Sebastian Sallow x Reader #Ominis Gaunt #Ominis x OC #!Possessive Sebastian Sallow #all characters are eighteen #seventh year #Hogwarts Legacy

[alyjojo]

The Person On Your Mind in August 🌞 2023 - Virgo

Whole of their energy towards Virgo: 10 Wands

This person feels deeply betrayed by you, there is a lot of pain & victimization shown in their feelings. They see you as someone overly controlling, dominating, authoritative & possibly cruel to them, non committal and or playing games or breadcrumbing the relationship…the level of that, and how serious it actually is, or how deep that goes, only you would know. Or, you could have someone dominant in your life that has those characteristics, a mother or dominant female figure that controls your life and all of your decisions? Could be their situation as well. This dynamic has caused the problems in this relationship. Emperor and Empress are here, but Empress is the only one upright and there is no real commitment here because there is no equal balance between these two people.

Feelings: Strength

They’re terrified of having anything to do with you, and yet you play on their mind like a broken record sometimes. I can see their love is genuine towards you. They want to reunite, they miss you, they enjoy your company and you probably have some of the fun things like hobbies in common. But 10 Swords shows a deep betrayal, painful ending, something has definitely happened to cause this to break apart outside of any lingering feelings. They love you and also, it’s done.

Intentions: 8 Pentacles

Focusing on work probably helps them keep their balance with all of their chaotic brain energy, they’ve given up on the relationship entirely. Their financial situation is all they can control, so they’re doing that and trying to get this off of their mind as often as possible.

Actions: Queen of Cups

Again, they do love you, they’re at war with themselves over whatever has happened between you. They’re still kind and loving to you, obviously you’re in each other’s lives in some way. They still see you as 10 Cups, they just feel like you don’t give a fk about them, that’s what you’ve given off. On some level it feels like this person is breaking their own heart over you, clarity on your end could be needed. Like do you want them or not? Are you sorry? Assuming it’s you, their side is heavily blaming you. Can it change? I can’t imagine you enjoy their mental anguish, maybe you do, if you even know about it. If they’re still around, it’s because they’re hoping you do something. Probably apologize, make it better, etc. They could make an attempt at being loving towards you just to see how you react to it. I can’t see your emotions in this, it’s up to you.

Messages:

Their side:

- Forever Love ��️

- I miss you

Your side:

- I’ve never forgotten you

- Condescending

Possible signs:

Gemini, Taurus, Cancer & Sagittarius

If you’re dealing with:

The Emperor comes out again (upright) to show where you are in your life right now, it’s not just this person you’re commanding and kinda controlling with, it’s essentially a part of who you are. Which is respectable, you’re a responsible and knowledgeable leader that has your shit together, kudos. But, with this person it got bad. The Emperor rev is not someone anyone wants to be around, some deep inner work may be needed with this one, if you’re interested in continuing a relationship with them.

Aries - doesn’t see this going anywhere positive, so they have to keep moving

Taurus - a very intense & soul level love relationship that’s growing beautifully, one/some of you are literally marrying a Taurus

Gemini - scheming & secretive with money, waiting to see if their most recent scheme bears any fruit, spoiler alert - it’s not

Cancer - trying like hell to do the “right” thing or the “smart” thing, can’t please everyone or everyone has an opinion, it’s all too much 💯

Leo - a lot of defensive back and forth communication, could be legitimately ending it this time, or they’re pissed off that you are

Virgo - could be this person, feels deeply betrayed because they were so happy

Libra - finally making a decision they’ve ignored or put off forever

Scorpio - stalking you, doesn’t know how you’re managing to pull off being independent without them or just in general - on your own

Sagittarius - three Queens here with a lot of shade, they’re either polyamorous, a liar, part of a group of shit talkers, or the voice of reason to calm you down, could be any/all of these things

Capricorn - sleeping with with a friend, or wants to, maybe you

Aquarius - patient, peaceful, happy to cooperate with you on whatever project you two are working on - could work together

Pisces - planning a stable home & future with you, moving very quickly, could just be moving homes & telling you about it

#Virgo #virgo tarot reading #august 2023 #person on your mind #tarot #tarotblr

[abyssal-endling]

any common threads in ur favorite characters/media?

ough. okay so i definitely love unhinged characters, himbos, and redheads. lets start there.

characters with family issues i definitely tend to lean towards. ones with trouble opening up or allowing themselves to rely on others, ones who feel things intensely, ones who push themselves to help others to the point of it harming them, disabled characters. Also, things that symbolize trauma

But I also adore characters that find beauty in small things.

(cw under the cut for csa/cocsa, suicide, self harm, depression, ptsd)

Spoilers for Silent Hill 2, Hollow Knight, Resident Evil, Yume Nikki, Gacha Game Impact

one of my favorite characters is Angela Orosco from Silent Hill 2. She was one of the first I ever saw myself in, too, at age 8 or so. A monster designed for Angela in the game is the Abstract Daddy- representational of the abuse she suffered at the hands of her brother and father, and there's a room that also represents what she endured as well. Angela ends up committing suicide later in the game, something that destroyed me when I played this game because I so desperately wanted her to happy ending. In my mind, if she could have one, I could, too.

Yume Nikki has a LOT of symbolism for abuse as well, and obviously Madotsuki dies at the end as well.

Resident Evil. God. Chris Redfield loses SO many people he cares for. The other members of STARS, Jill (albeit temporarily, but you see how it affects him in 5), Piers and the others on Alpha Team. In 6, Chris literally talks about how he wants to retire, how he's done. But he keeps going because Piers turns himself to save Chris. He looks noticeably more tired in each game. He didn't want his sister to follow in his footsteps, but that didn't work out.

Hollow Knight itself has a death grip on me, I love this game so much. Elderbug is the last one in Dirtmouth and he's SO appreciative when you talk to him. Quirrel slowly dying, enjoying the places in the world. Cloth wishing to die in battle to be reunited with her lover, sacrificing herself to aid you in battle. Myla, mining away and singing, even as infection takes over her. Cornifer has a line "we are extraordinarily lucky, you and I," regarding how you and he get to explore the world. Hornet, losing everyone, being the last protector of the kingdom, taking a moment to mourn her mother. Hollow, who loved their father so much, calling out to him with the Dreamnail and actively stabbing themselves in your fight.

Silly gacha game affected me with the storyline of a child who was sacrificed and is caught in a timeloop. You cannot save him, no matter how many times you go through the loop. And he's okay with it. He says it's okay that he'll die. You cannot save him. Another character befriends you and dies from trying to become strong enough to help you. One of the player characters fell into the game's equivalent of hell as a kid and his eyes no longer reflect light because of it, and he swears to never let his siblings' dreams die, even if it causes him himself extreme pain or death. Another player character became a zombie, but forgets things, and she doesn't remember her parents, or those she knew prior to her death thousands of years ago, while a third is in constant pain but refuses to let himself be near others for their own safety.

There's a lot of others, too. Characters that are deemed weird by other characters, or are outcasts. Father Grigori in Half Life? He's been driven mad, and he comes to help you, most likely sacrificing himself in the process. (We don't actually know for sure what happens but) Ethan Winters in Resident Evil loves so much that he survives for way longer than he should have. Houston being an outcast both in Payday AND in the community AND family problems. Vlad is crazy, an outcast, but he loves. He mentions how everything is fine as long as Harjudin is safe in Ukrainian Prisoner, and asks multiple times what's going on with Bain. Roderika in Elden Ring ough... There's a lot of characters that mean a lot to me.

I don't think I actually answered this but essentially characters and media that use symbolism in various ways, that explore trauma and/or show, appreciate smaller things, and find love in hidden places mean a lot to me

#answered asks #THANK YOU #bubby was chewing on me the whole time i typed this #i need to go cry about hollow knight for many reasons

[occupyswift]

Rocket It Off by occupyswift

Rating: Mature

Chapter: 29/???

Summary:

Taylor Swift and Elon Musk appeared on a livestream for charity. But instead of presenting a united front, they began insulting each other. As the insults got more cringe-worthy, a shipping war broke out in the comments. To distract from the arguing, they decided to play Minecraft, but a random player came and tried to destroy their creations. Despite this setback, Taylor and Elon persevered, proving that even a billionaire and a popstar can put their differences aside and work together for a good cause.

Chapter 29

Elon and Taylor find themselves interrupted at the most inconvenient time by a crashing sound from the kitchen downstairs. Anyone could practically feel the tension in the air as they exchange worried glances, unsure of what's going on.

He tells Taylor to wait as he cautiously walks off towards the source of the noise. But Taylor follows him closely. They make their way down the stairs, their footsteps echoing in the silence, and finally reach the kitchen.

To their surprise, there before them is a scared and dripping wet kitten. Its fur is matted and it lets out a tiny meow, almost as if pleading for help. Taylor's heart instantly melts at the sight. She can't resist the cuteness overload, and Elon can't help but crack a joke about their uninvited feline guest.

"Looks like we've got an adorable intruder," Elon chuckles, a glimmer of amusement in his eyes. Taylor smiles and steps closer to the kitten, extending a hand in a reassuring manner. The little creature cautiously sniffs her fingers before cautiously allowing her to pick it up, wrapping it in a soft towel they find nearby.

As Taylor cradles the kitten in her arms, she can't help but feel a sense of warmth and joy. In that moment, their interrupted passion becomes a distant memory as they focus on this unexpected act of compassion. They know they must find a way to help this adorable intruder find its way back home.

Elon watches with a tender expression as Taylor cradles the kitten in her arms, her smile radiating warmth. He quickly scans the kitchen, searching for a towel to keep the little one warm in its fragile state.

"You're right," Elon admits softly, his gaze fixed on Taylor's nurturing gesture. "This little guy must have wandered off and gotten lost in the rain. But now, we're here to protect and take care of it."

Taylor nods, gently stroking the kitten's fur as she finds a soft towel nearby and wraps it around the shivering creature. She instinctively holds it closer to her chest, providing comfort and warmth. The kitten nestles against her, finding solace in Taylor's gentle touch.

"He's just a baby," Taylor remarks, her voice overflowing with empathy. "He needs our love and protection until we can reunite him with his owner. Let's make sure he feels safe and cared for."

Elon's admiration for Taylor grows as he witnesses her compassion and genuine concern for the helpless creature in her arms. He steps closer, his hand instinctively reaching out to gently stroke the kitten's head. "We'll do everything we can to ensure he's reunited with his family," he reassures her.

In that moment, a bond is formed not only between Taylor and the kitten but also between Taylor and Elon. They share a common understanding of the importance of compassion and the need for protection, not only for this innocent kitten but for each other as well.

As they glance at each other, their eyes shimmering with newfound tenderness, they know that this interruption, however unexpected, has brought them even closer together. In that simple act of caring for a lost kitten, they have discovered a deeper connection, one that extends beyond the passionate moments they've shared.

While Taylor gently wraps the frightened kitten in the towel, Elon leads her towards the comforting glow of the fireplace. His concern for the little one still evident, he pauses for a moment to ask Taylor a crucial question, his eyes flickering with genuine curiosity.

"What should we do if the kitten doesn't have an owner?" Elon inquires, his voice tinged with warmth. "I mean, we can't just leave it alone or take it to a shelter without considering other options."

Taylor's smile widens as a mischievous glint dances in her eyes. "Well, Elon, I don't know how you feel about this, but I would absolutely love to take him home with me," she confesses, her voice filled with excitement.

Elon chuckles, a playful twinkle in his own eyes. "Hey now, we found this little guy together. I think I have a stake in this too," he teases, gently elbowing Taylor.

They exchange a shared smile, their connection growing stronger with each passing moment. It becomes clear that their journey together is destined to extend beyond romantic endeavors; they are now cat co-parents of a lost kitten, bound by a shared sense of responsibility and affection.

"Well then, I guess that makes us cat co-parents," Taylor jokes, her voice laced with affectionate humor. "We'll figure out the logistics together—food, bedding, toys, and all."

Elon grins, fully embracing his newfound role. "I'll make sure our little one has the most advanced toys and gadgets. We could equip him with a tiny SpaceX rocket to chase around the house," he playfully suggests, his eyes sparkling with a mixture of amusement and delight.

As laughter fills the air, Elon and Taylor couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of joy and unity. In the midst of their interrupted day, they have discovered not only a newfound connection but also a shared commitment to provide a loving and nurturing home for this precious kitten.

Taylor playfully rolls her eyes at Elon's quip, a fond smile gracing her lips. "Of course, leave it to you to suggest the most high-tech toys for our tiny space explorer," she jests, her voice filled with affectionate sarcasm. "But first, let's make sure this little one doesn't have a worried owner searching frantically."

While she takes a closer look around, she realizes that the secluded mansion Elon brought her to is situated in a discreet area, surrounded by sprawling nature. It dawns on her that there may not be many nearby dwellings, making it unlikely for the kitten to belong to someone close by.

"I have a feeling this little guy doesn't have an owner nearby," Taylor suggests, her voice carrying a hint of concern. "Unless we spot someone looking for him, I think it would be best if we give him a loving home, at least temporarily."

Elon attentively listens to Taylor's words, his eyes reflecting a deep understanding. He realizes that they are now faced with a decision—one that could change the course of their lives and cement their connection on a profound level.

"You're right," Elon agrees, the sincerity in his voice evident. "Let's provide this kitten with the love and care it needs. And if, by some chance, someone comes looking for it, we will do everything in our power to reunite them."

In that moment, Taylor and Elon share a silent agreement—a mutual commitment to protecting and cherishing this tiny life that has unexpectedly entered their world. Their shared compassion and selflessness only strengthen the bond that continues to grow between them.

With the lost kitten cradled gently in her arms, Taylor makes her way towards a cozy chair next to the crackling fireplace. She carefully settles herself, ensuring the little one feels safe and secure against her chest. The kitten emits a soft, contented purr, reassured by Taylor's comforting presence.

Looking into Elon's eyes, filled with genuine concern, Taylor realizes that the kitten must be famished after its ordeal. Nurturing instincts kick in, and she instructs Elon on what they should prepare in the kitchen for the kitten's nourishment.

"Elon, why don't you head to the kitchen and prepare a small dish of warm milk? That should help soothe its hunger," Taylor suggests, her voice brimming with compassion. "And do we have any cat food or kitten formula? It'll be great if we can provide some proper sustenance for our little friend."

Elon nods, his determination to ensure the kitten's well-being evident. "Absolutely, love. I'll gather everything we need to make sure this little one gets a proper meal," he affirms, a caring smile gracing his lips.

As he disappears into the kitchen, Taylor gently settles into the chair, cradling the kitten in her arms. She strokes its soft fur, whispering soothing words to calm its nerves. The flickering flames of the fireplace cast a warm glow, enveloping them in a cocoon of serenity.

Minutes later, Elon returns carrying a tray carefully prepared with a saucer of warm milk, a small bowl of wet cat food, and a bottle of kitten formula. His eyes gleam with gentleness and anticipation as he approaches Taylor, sitting by her side.

"Here we go, little one," Elon murmurs softly, placing the tray on a nearby table. "We have a variety of options for you. Let's see what your little taste buds prefer."

Taylor exchanges a knowing smile with Elon, their shared enthusiasm for providing the best care evident. Gently cradling the kitten, she allows it to sniff each food option, waiting patiently for its response.

As the kitten eagerly laps at the warm milk and nibbles on the wet cat food, mewing appreciatively, Taylor and Elon exchange a glance filled with satisfaction. They have provided the nourishment the little one desperately needed, reinforcing their commitment to its well-being.

Surprised by the swift arrangement of kitten food, Taylor can't help but inquire about Elon's efficiency. "How did you manage to gather all this so quickly?" she asks, her curiosity piqued.

Elon chuckles softly, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "We're in luck, love," he replies with a playful smirk. "You see, the owner of this magnificent mansion happens to be one of my artist friends, and he's a cat owner himself. Coincidentally, he left some spare food for his feline companion before joining us on our travels."

Taylor's eyes widen in astonishment, mingled with a touch of gratitude. "That's incredible! I never would have imagined such serendipity. It seems the universe truly brought us and this kitten together," she muses, a sense of enchantment coloring her words. Elon nods in agreement, his gentle smile mirroring Taylor's sentiments.

As she gently stroked the kitten's fur, a warm smile spread across her face. She was relieved to see that the little animal had stopped trembling and seemed to be comforted by her touch. The simple act of kindness filled her heart with a sense of joy and fulfillment.

Elon, noticing the positive change in the kitten's demeanor, couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration towards Taylor. "You have a way with animals," he praised, his voice laced with genuine appreciation.

Taylor blushed slightly, feeling a rush of gratitude. "It's all about understanding and showing compassion, don't you think?" she replied softly. She continued to caress the kitten, relishing in its growing trust.

He nodded, his gaze fixed on the adorable feline. "Absolutely. Animals can sense genuine intentions, and that is what ultimately determines their response."

Taylor, still engrossed in her newfound furry friend, suddenly noticed Elon's attention shift to her. "What is it?" she asked, tilting her head in curiosity.

Elon grinned mischievously. "I think our little friend needs a name," he suggested, already intrigued by the endless possibilities.

Taylor's eyes lit up, her mind now brimming with excitement. "Oh yes! We have to think of the perfect name for this adorable creature."

As they playfully began brainstorming names, their creativity knew no bounds. Taylor suggested "Whiskers" due to the kitten's adorable, prominent facial hair, while Elon countered with "Rocket" to honor his passion for space exploration. They giggled at each other's suggestions, feeling a sense of camaraderie and shared joy in the process.

The banter continued, both of them teasingly throwing out various whimsical and clever names. Taylor suggested the name "Shadow" due to the kitten's sleek black fur, while Elon playfully proposed "Engine" since the little ball of energy moved like a well-oiled machine.

Their laughter filled the room, bonding them even closer as they developed a sense of playful friendship. The light-hearted banter continued for quite some time, both of them cherishing the enjoyable moment they were sharing.

Finally, after countless suggestions and endless amusement, Taylor's eyes sparkled with a brilliant idea. "How about we combine both our ideas?" she proposed, grinning.

Elon raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "What do you have in mind?"

With a mischievous glint in her eye, Taylor looked at him and said, "Let's call our little friend 'Whisket!' It's a perfect blend of Whiskers and Rocket, don't you think?"

He burst into laughter, utterly charmed by Taylor's creativity. "Whisket it is! I love it!" he heartily agreed.

Taylor beamed, relieved to have found a name they both adored. As they continued to enjoy the precious moments with Whisket, their hearts filled with joy and gratitude for the unexpected bond they had forged through laughter and shared affection.

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