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baldursgate3tempobsessed · 7 months

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Your stories have definitely scratched that Astarion itch that I've had since I started the game!

One thing that's diffently not sat right with me at the end of the game, is how tav and the gang don't run after astarion after he loses his immunity to the sun. I would imagine that if the player character was romantically involved with the guy they would atleast try to shield or comfort the poor guy. A short drabble on that would be awesome!

That's so sad, I heard that's what happens 😭😭 I'm in act 3 and haven't had to see it for myself yet so yes, let's do some preemptive therapy there! And just warning since I haven't beaten the game yet I'm sure this will be inaccurate as fuck, but also with spoilers somehow ~

It was an exhilarating feeling, to win against all odds. One that Astarion had never been confident he would experience. It felt good, final. The official beginning of his new free life, even if it was bittersweet.

This was the bitter part, the end of his illithid protection. The sun was barely peeking over the horizon, and the burn was already starting. He was being an idiot, standing there with the rest of you like he belonged, waiting for the last possible second before he had to scuttle down in the darkness. But he wanted to see this out. Hadn't he earned that right?

According to the laws of reality, no. No he hadn't, because you had barely opened your mouth before the pain started to overwhelm him. The others would be able to hear it, the sickening sound of his skin crackling.

He was out of time. But before he could make a break for it, you happened. Astarion had been a little preoccupied with his impending doom to pay close attention to what you had been mumbling. But then sudden blackness was blanketing above your heads, opaque enough to make it as dark as night.

Astarion's eyes widened as the pain subsided, surprised beyond belief.

You were looking at him with concern in your eyes, gesturing to the think cloud of darkness above your head, "Will this be dark enough? Can it still get through?"

Astarion stared at you, momentarily confused on why you would do something like that. Before he remembered, oh. Yes. The extended care for his well-being was probably included in the whole love thing. Of course. Obviously.

That was definitely going to take some getting used to.

But the reasoning didn't stop an idiotic smile from blooming on his face.

You grinned back at him, somehow still managing to read his mind even without the tadpoles, "Did you really think I would forget about you?"

He had, but through no fault of your own. One of these days he was going to actually remember that he was worth the effort to keep alive.

"Thank you darling," Astarion said, ignoring the quested as he waltzed up to you. He grabbed your hand in his, bringing it up to his lips to kiss, "Just what would I do without you?"

"Speaking of," You turned to the Emperor, a question in your eyes as you vaguely waved upward, "Is there anything we can do about this particular problem?"

"The astral tadpole is still-"

"I'll pass on that, thank you very much," Astarion interrupted, cringing at the very thought of willingly letting another worm into his brain, "But I appreciate the thought."

There were worse things than living his life in darkness. And Astarion was counting becoming a mind flayer in the top three.

He watched, participated even in everyone's final goodbyes, always eyeing you at of the corner of his eye. It's not that he thought you would leave after you both declared your eternal love for each other, but... the two of you hadn't exactly talked about the specifics of the future either.

But that didn't stop you from leaving together. Astarion hadn't expected you to keep the dark cloud above his head as you walked the streets, startling nearly every passerby. But hells, the heroes of Baldur's gate had earned the right to a little strangeness.

You both had decided on going to the nearest, most windowless inn that you could find. Astarion wanted nothing more than to scrub the brain viscera from his skin and sleep for three days. Preferably with you in his arms.

But before all that... he had to know something.

The question was out of him as soon as you both were behind closed doors, "So what happens next to the great hero of Baldur's Gate? I'm sure you have something in mind."

He was just praying those future plans still involved him.

You blinked at him, head cocked like he was asking a silly question, "We go and find you a cure so you can walk in the sun again of course. What else would we do?"

That took Astarion aback, "I-Do you think that's really possible?"

"Well," You started, counting off on your fingers, "We know that illithid powers can do it. As well as devil contacts and ritualistic demon sacrifices. If that's all possible then that means there has to be something else on the other end of the spectrum, right?"

Astarion didn't exactly share your blind confidence. But you did have a point. The two of you had managed so many impossible feats in such a short amount of time. What was one more?

"I suppose there's a chance," Astarion said, hope fluttering in his chest with every word, "And if there is a chance no matter how small, I'm going to take it. But..."

He didn't want to ask, but he needed to know, "Are you sure this is what you want? I would... understand if you wanted to go your own way."

In all honesty, Astarion would not understand. He'd be absolutely furious. Especially after everything you'd been through. This was more of a confirmation for his waning self-confidence than anything else, versus a sincere to desire to let you go your own way. He had no intention of letting you go, not if he could help it.

But his near certainty in your feelings was the only thing that gave him the confidence to ask the question in the first place. And you did not disappoint.

"No, this is what I want," You insisted, reaching out to take his hand in yours, "You're what I want."

That was exactly what Astarion needed to hear. He used your joined hands to tug you closer, face to face.

"Good, because as selfless as I am, I really did not want to let you go," Astarion smiled, leaning in to lightly press a kiss to your lips, "I hope you realize that my love has made me a tad bit obsessed with you my dear."

"I'm sure it's no worse than me," You sighed, resting your forehead against his own, "You've really ruined me for anyone else haven't you?"

Astarion grinned, leaning in for another kiss. He had every intention of making it stay that way, for as long as you would have him.

#astarion #astarion x reader #astarion x tav #baldur's gate 3 #long fic #asks #im feeling these asks #a mix of real dialouge and orginial #i make them so touchy feely #i feel like he kind of would be #but i dont blame the game guess that would be so much to animate oh my god

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chocsra · 5 months

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"What is A House? Who is Your Home?"

15! Dazai x gn! reader

ask: @wifedazai hellooo 🫶🫶 i’m literally soo in love with your writing, i love it so much. i was wondering when you get the chance if you could make a 15!dazai x fem/gn reader? like the reader is a caring and sweet person to dazai that he lets himself be vulnerable around her, like for example one day he goes straight to her apartment after a tiring mission and just lets them take care of him, bathing him, changing his bandages, etc🫶

content: fluff, oneshot, not proofread, taking care of dazais bandages, mentions of odasaku, mentions of suicide & getting hurt, soft! dazai

a/n: ur request was saur cute pookie, ENJOY AND SORRY FOR THE LACK OF DAZAI CONTENTJWJSJS. ps, the port mafia was his house, the agency is his home

"You're home,"

A warm chill soothed in the air: the jingle of keys, the rustling of leaves from open windows, the scent of sweat and blood. Home, they say, is not a house, nor just someplace you sleep in; that's why a house cannot always be a home, or a home cannot always be just a house.

"I always come home."

Dazai Osamu - is an er, friend of yours? In the rise and fall of Yokohama's chest, laid bustling streets where crime inhabits each corner, each alleyway. And well, your 'friend' did contribute to that factor, but you digress.

"Home, as in, my house?" you ask casually, a smile tugging on your lips. Dazai chuckles, taking off his workshoes on at the doorstep before gently pinching on your cheek. "Anything's better than that shipping container." he feigns a sigh, watching as your face contorts in confusion as blood from his thumb smudges on your cheek. "Ah," the teenage boy lets out a breathy giggle, "sorry." Dazai wipes the blood again with his thumb, smearing the imprint across your skin.

"So, what happened to you, Mr. Mafia?" you snicker, Dazai's black overcoat rested somewhere on the clean flooring of your apartment. Currently changing his bandages, washing some blood off here and there. "Well, I bet you can guess." he exhales, bringing a bandaged hand to ruffle the brown locks in between his hair.

"I wonder why you get hurt so much," you grumble softly, gently unbandaging the guaze secured around his neck, arms, well, his everything. "I wonder that too, huh?" Dazai swiftly repeats, "Why are you repeating everything i say?" you cock a brow, wiping some blood from his shoulder suspiciously. "No I'm not," the brunette looks at you mock-offendedly, "Yeah you are."

There are times where being friends with a mafioso was well, challenging. Dazai of all people, is one of, if not the most challenging criminal you've encountered. And if he actually lived a normal life, he'd be sweating his ass off studying; if he needs to.

You'd think about his whereabouts: what does Dazai Osamu do in a day? who does Dazai Osamu do in a day? And why is Dazai Osamu not dead?

Ps: that's because he wants to die. You know because he told you a million times before.

You know Dazai Osamu does one thing though, he teaches. Past tense actually, he taught.

You figured out the difference between a house and a home.

Home is a tall brunette, appearing at your doorstep with shitty takeout.

Home is changing a mystery boy's suit and tie.

Home is not being able to sleep, because reality is finally better than your dreams.

Home is kissing shards of broken glass - you're bound to get hurt, but at least you were The Victim, and not The Cause.

"Well, I don't like to see you hurt, 'kay?" you smile softly, gently washing his shoulders and arms, feeling the prominent bones under his flesh. "And what is that supposed to imply, exactly?" he smiles cheekily, turning to you as you chuckle endearingly, "It means, don't-" you tap his forehead playfully, "get," tapping again, watching as the brunette laughs under his breath, "hurt, stupid." Dazai softly takes your hand in his, looking intently at the soft flesh of yours compared to the calloused, beaten knuckles of his.

"You're right, my dear," you turn away half-flushed, half-scoffing at the sudden nickname, "I'll try." the boy smiles, rubbing your knuckles gently under the pad of his bruised fingers. You chuckle in return, watching as Dazai pauses.

"Under one condition," he mutters, his bare shoulders reflecting under the returning sun, "and what's that?"

"You meet a friend of mine, he taught me a lot of things." the brunette murmurs in a hushed tone, you see the glimmer in his eyes, eyes that look lifeless most of the time, devoid of mercy, compassion. But sometimes, Dazai loses the scare, and blooms like he's seen an angel above when he looks at you. "What's their name? Are they in the mafia too?" you question, your lips tugging into a hearty smile, "Well I call him Odasaku, but his name is Oda - and he is in the mafia, but really, I think he should be an author."

"Sounds pretty drastic," you reply, Dazai hums peacefully, "but achievable." you both say in unison. "So what do you say?" the boy asks, "Will you meet him with me?" you wrap new bandages around his shoulders gently, "maybe," you murmur; the teenager rolls his eyes sassily, "c'mon, he'll like that someone is taking care of me like this." humming a soft tune, "alright, alright."

"Y'know, you mentioned he taught you a lot of things," you brought up, reapplying gauze now to his arms." Dazai looks at your with loving eyes, "mhm," he hums. "Like what?"

"The difference between a house and a home."

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sourlove · 11 days

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Street Rat ~ YANDERE BAKUGO KATSUKI

TW: OBSESSION, DELUSION, YANDERE THEMES

Okay but imagine street urchin Bakugo with a spoilt brat darling. You work in a fancy clothing store on a posh street, modeling clothes in the window front for the adoring eyes of your admirers.

Bakugo is one of those admirers. But he's not like the rest of them. He's special.

Why else would you blow kisses whenever he was around? Or drape over your chair so prettily like that? It was all for him, he knew it.

"Hiiiii Katsuki," you drawled with a lazy grin. He was dead tired but he couldn't go home without seeing you before the store closed.

He came every day without fail and if he was lucky, he would find a pretty trinket in the trash piles that he could gift to you. They were never good enough, no matter how well Bakugo polished and cleaned them but he liked giving you presents. Why risk selling them for money when he could potentially be rewarded with a beautiful smile?

"Hey beautiful," he murmured, pressing a hand to the glass window, not too hard, in case the store owner yelled at him for leaving grimy fingerprints again. "I missed you today."

You giggled at that. "Aw I bet you missed seeing my pretty face, huh?" Bakugo nodded fervently and you laughed, throwing your head back.

He admired the smooth curve of your neck, wishing he could reach out and touch you, just once. But if he touched you now, he would probably leave dark smudges on your perfect skin. No matter how hard he tried to clean up before he saw you, it wouldn't be enough to not dirty you.

"You're so sweet, Katsuki," you cooed, kicking your legs up on a stool so Bakugo could glimpse of the smooth expanse of your thigh. His eyes drank it in hungrily and you smirked. "Anybody else would be lucky to have you."

"You're the only one I want, baby. There will never be anyone else for me," he said gruffly, eyes boring into you. God, you were so perfect, so flawless, just for him.

"Oh come on Kats, you know we just can't be together," you sighed dramatically. "Someone like me, well, I deserve the best, don't I?"

"You do, sweets, I swear you do. Look I-I'm putting something together for you, no, for us! It's gonna be great I swear-"

"Y/N! Closing time!"

You glanced up from admiring your nails and called out an answer to your boss further in the store. You spared Bakugo a bored look. "Look, I've got to head home. You're cute and all, but do you really think you can afford me?"

That stung Bakugo a bit. If it were anyone else, he would have beaten them into a bloody mess but he would never do that to you. But he couldn't just let you keep brushing him off like that. You had to notice him. You had to finally take him seriously.

Bakugo swallowed thickly, mind buzzing frantically. "What if I could get money? And a house? And lots of fancy things for you? Would you love me then?"

How irritating, you thought, glaring at the man. You give them an inch and they think they deserve a fucking mile. Well, it's not like he had any actual hope. You smiled wickedly.

"You know what, Katsuki? If you get a really nice mansion and lots of money and hell, a real fucking job, I'll marry you!"

Bakugo's mouth dropped open. Marry...? You would marry him if he just got those measly things?

You snorted at his expression and left the display area, calling over your shoulder, "Good luck, Kats!"

Bakugo trudged away slowly, still reeling from your words. A house, a job and money. Just three things and you would finally be all his. He began to laugh, softly and first, then louder until he had doubled over with tears in his eyes. You would marry him! Him!

A manic grin stretched over his face, making his cracked lips bleed. "I hope you won't regret ever saying that to me, baby. I'll make sure that you become mine~"

READ PART 2 HERE

A/N: Don't forget to like and repost if you enjoyed this! Part 2 is up now! xxx

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141trash · 3 months

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Breaking Point pt 2

Read part one here

AN: Thank you so much for all the love on the first part! I had such a hard time writing this, mostly because I don't really know how to write scenes like this... So after multiple failed attempts I sort of copped out on the violence? I'm workin hard on part 3 pls let me know how you liked part 2

The first punch went straight into his gut, knocking the wind out of him. You let out a fearful squeak, squeezing your eyes shut and turning your head away.

"No, no." the man scolded mockingly, "Don't look away princess. Don't want you missing the show."

A hand grasped your hair roughly, pulling your head back sharply to an upright position and earning a startled yelp. He smirked, settling on the chair one of the other guards had brought in for him and forced you to sit at his feet, directly in front of Simon.

"Oi. Leave 'er alone. Your problem is with me yeah?" Simon lurched forward, but was yanked back by the guards and forced to his knees.

The grip on your hair tightened, causing you to whimper.

"Correct. My problem is with you." He leaned his face down next to yours, using his free hand to caress your cheek, "But this is a learning experience and we have to explore every angle."

You glowered at him, wrenching your jaw from his grip and in a brief moment of foolish bravery, spat in his face. Rage fluttered over his face, splotchy patches of red coloring his cheeks and neck.

"You would do well to watch yourself." he told you stiffly, "I might break my own rules, just to watch you suffer."

"You're a fucking freak!" you shouted back, "I don't know who you are! I don't know what you want. Just let me go."

Simon watched you thrash, trying desperately to get free. A flutter of protectiveness washed over him seeing the heavy set man looming over you. Even if you were working with them, which he was beginning to think you weren't, this sort of treatment wasn't something anyone deserved.

By the time they finally left, you'd screamed and cried yourself hoarse. Begging and pleading for them to s top as they forced you to watch the interrogation. Well it was less of an interrogation and more turning a man into a human punching bag.

All the while, the firm grip on your hair had forced you to continue watching, pulling you back every time you turned your head away. The slimy voice of the man who was clearly the boss, speaking directly in your ear, reminding you mockingly to keep your eyes open.

They left you shivering and cowering on the floor, not daring to move towards the lieutenant until the door had swung shut and the footsteps had faded away.

"I'm sorry." You whispered when the two of you were alone. Snot and tears dried on your face from having to endure watching a man get the life beaten out of him in front of you. He was slumped clutching his middle with one arm.

"S' not your fault." He grimaced, pushing himself up to lean against the wall for support.

He was hard to look at if you were being honest. One of his eyes would likely be swollen shut in a few hours, and there was a trickle of blood where one of the guards had split the skin just below his eyebrow. It wasn't like you'd never seen violence before. But action movies, and witnessing the occasional drunken street fight were nothing like this. The horrifying unrelenting sound of fists hitting skin, coupled with the muffled grunts of pain had left you nauseous.

"I know you from somewhere?" Simon broke you out of your thoughts. He was eyeing you again, studying you for any connection you two might have.

Unfortunately as unfamiliar as you were to him, he was to you as well.

Shaking your head you replied, "I don't think so. I don't recognize you."

He snorted a laugh, " 've usually got m' face covered up."

"What? Like. Like a mask?" Your face scrunched as you tried to picture it, "What are you some sort of superhero?"

Simon scoffed at the assumption and then let out a low groan, slumping further into himself. Fuck what were you supposed to do? The last time you'd taken first aid courses it'd been as a teenager so you could apply to be a camp counselor. You doubted those skills would be useful here anyways.

"I don't," you crawled over to sit next to him gulping nervously, "I don't know what to do. Please tell me how to help you."

"Save your strength. There's nothing either of us can do right now. My team will have noticed I'm gone by now. Likely they're on their way to find me."

You didn't know why, but the words were so reassuring. Especially considering he was a literal stranger. But looking him over, even though he was beaten bloody you felt hopeful. From his large muscular frame, to the faint scars that littered his visible skin, he felt like someone with experience.

"That man. He called you Lieutenant." You began hesitantly, "You're military?"

"I am. Can call me Ghost."

"Ghost." You repeated, raising your eyebrows. He took in your unimpressed expression and glared almost playfully at you.

"Yeah, Ghost."

"Whatever you say Lieutenant."

Taglist: @teehee-47, @bleuu-moon (cant remember if you wanted to be tagged so sorry if you didnt ^^;)

#i'm not satisfied but i cant work on this pt anymore #cod x reader #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #cod x you #breaking point series #sah rambles

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simpforchuchu · 18 days

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Hi! How are you? May I please request a fic with Kamui where he gets caught sneaking around SWORD territory and badly beaten, the reader finds him and takes him to the Nameless City where she nurses him back to health? The theme is "be good to the crows, the crows will be good to you" because crows do remember faces and will give people who are nice to them random trinkets they find. In H&L, that could be saving her from some thugs or bringing her to live with one of them. No pressure, take your time! Thanks! ❤️

Crows never forget

a/n: Hello, it took too long for me to write sorry:( But it was really an amazing idea, there will be definitely a part2🫡 It is all fluffy and soft 😭 I hope you like it 🌸💕

Sorry for the grammer or spelling mistakes.English is not my main language so...

Thank you and love you 🥰

Warnings: mention of fights, blood, wounds but mostly fluffy

Dark streets had always scared the young girl. Even though she had been wandering the streets for years, she knew that the SWORD area was never safe. She was going to a nearby market to cook dinner for the kids. Even though she couldn't buy much, she wanted them to be able to eat warm meals on a cold winter day.

The weather was quite cold, she had to be quick. The moment she left the Nameless City, she had a bad feeling.

SWORD was pretty chaotic these days. She had to go back before anything happened to her.

She hadn't gone far, and as she walked down the quiet street, she saw someone fall to the ground in the narrow passage behind the containers. Even though she was undecided whether to check it out or not, she gave in to her curiosity and walked there slowly.

A masked boy, dressed in black and obviously around her age, was lying on the ground. Blood was flowing from his head and his face was injured. Even though she couldn't see his face because of his mask, she was sure she didn't know who he was.

"Hey! Are you okay?"

She asked worriedly and shook him gently. When she realized that the boy opened his eyes but could not move, she was not sure what to do.

Should she help him? Her brothers probably wouldn't like this. But she didn't want to leave him here injured.

She looked for a while to see if there was anyone around to help her. Noone was there. But the boy didn't look too heavy.

Kamui was watching the young girl with faint eyes. He should have stood up, he should have walked away from here immediately. But all his bones ached. He couldn't even move his finger. The young girl was calling out to him, but he didn't have the energy to answer.

Y/n crouched down in front of him and called out to Kamui

“Jump on my back, I will carry you.”

Kamui was looking at her in astonishment as if the young girl had just said the most ridiculous thing in the world. He never believed that this girl could carry him. But y/n was pretty confident.

“Hey, hurry up. We must leave here as soon as possible.”

Kamui knew he had no choice. Even though it hurt a lot, he sat up slightly and wrapped his arms around the young girl's neck.

He was heavy, the young boy was heavier than he looked. But y/n was determined. She would carry him to a safe place, albeit slowly.

***

Despite all the stares of the people around, Y/n brought the young boy to the Nameless City. Kamui knew that the young girl could be in a difficult situation. He had regained some of his strength. He gently touched y/n's shoulder

“You can put me down, you must be very tired.”

Y/n giggled.

“I'm not very weak. Don't worry, we're almost there."

Kamui was listening to the young girl with fascination. She was both strong and fearless. He was also feeling quite embarrassed.

Not much time had passed, when y/n walked the streets of the Nameless City for a while, her brothers blocked her path.

“Rude Boys” y/n stopped her steps when Kamui whispered in surprise. Of course, they couldn't pass through here without being seen by them.

Kamui slowly landed on the ground, but y/n immediately took his arm. The young boy looked pretty bad for standing.

“Y/n, who is this?”

When Takeshi approached the young girl and asked, Kamui shivered as he looked at the man in front of them. SWORD was much more than their little games.

“I don't know who he is” y/n replied calmly. “I found him injured on the street.”

Kamui looked at the young girl's answer. Yes, it was true, but was now the right time to be so honest?

Takeshi didn't react. He didn't want to shout at the young girl. Everyone loved y/n. He also loved the young girl very much. But he couldn't allow a stranger to enter the city.

“I can't allow this y/n, you have to leave him where you found him.”

“Hey, stop talking about him like he's a puppy.”

The young girl wanted to erase her brothers' seriousness by making a joke, but she wasn’t successful.

“Y/n, Im telling you for the last time-“

"Me too. I want to help him. He's just a boy around my age."

When the young girl raised her voice at Takeshi, P intervened. He was always more understanding.

“Y/n, you know the rules of the city. You don't even know who he is. I'm sorry, but we can't allow this."

Even though P spoke in a soft tone of voice, his authoritarian attitude was clear. Kamui didn't know what to do. He knew that he had really put the young girl in a difficult situation. But he didn't ask her for help.

As the argument between Y/n and the Rude Boys continued, a voice everyone recognized was heard. When Kamui looked at who the deep but sweet voice was coming from, he didn't expect to see the famous leader of the Rude Boys.

Of course he knew him. The famous Smoky. He knew he would do anything to protect his family. So he couldn't help but wonder what he would do to him right now.

“Y/n-chan… is he your friend?”

With Smoky's question, everyone turned to him. Y/n looked at the boy on her arm who couldn't even stand and smiled.

“Will you believe me if I say yes, Smoky-nii?”

Y/n was a sweet girl. She had never done anything to put her family at risk. She cared about everyone as much as Smoky. But Smoky knew she was still a kid. Of course she could make mistakes

“Y/n, I've known you almost since you were born. Of course, I know that when you want to lie, you start mocking.”

Y/n smiled but Smoky wasn't smiling.

“I'm sorry, I can't allow this.”

"Then I'll go with him too."

With the young girl's sentence, there was a deep silence. Smoky knew her well. He knew she could really do it. He didn't like the determined look in her eyes.

When Y/n looked into her brother's eyes, Smoky sighed even though Takeshi and P protested. He nodded and took a few steps closer to Y/n and Kamui

“Okay, but we won't take responsibility for him. Please don't disappoint me, kiddo.”

Y/n smiled and nodded. Even if she was making a mistake, she would figure it out before anyone else. But she still trusted the boy she had met half an hour ago.

***

After Smoky’s permission to the young girl, P did not want her to suffer any more and took Kamui on his back. After walking for a while, they entered the building where y/n was staying. After placing Kamui harshly on the bed, he gave the young boy a threatening look and turned to the young girl.

“One of the boys will also stay here for the night. If there is a problem, don't forget to call us.”

Y/n smiled and nodded at the soft-hearted boy.

“Thank you nii-chan, don't worry.”

P patted the young girl's head and took one last look at the boy who was watching them with weak eyes on the bed and left.

Y/n looked at the young boy after P left and smiled. The mask on his face was still there.

“I won't ask who you are.”

Kamui whispered.

"Thank you"

Y/n could tell from his voice that he was still in pain.

“I'll find something to clean your wounds. Don't go anywhere okay? Although I don't think you can go, but-"

Y/n giggled at what she said and left the room. She knew that there was a first aid kit in one of the old cabinets inside the building. She quickly started looking for it.

After a while, she returned to the room with the kit she found. But she noticed that the boy in the bed had already fallen asleep.

***

When Kamui woke up in the morning, he could feel his whole body aching. He was surprised to realize that the mask on his face was still there. He looked around and looked for the young girl, but the room was empty.

Even though it hurt, he stood up and looked at himself in the broken mirror on the wall. He had bruises and band-aids on his face. Someone had cleaned his wounds. When he pulled down his mask and looked at his face, he realized that the mask had never been removed and smiled.

Didn't she really wonder who he was?

He lay on the bed in the room and thought for a while. Should he go? But he wanted to thank the young girl. Were his friends worried about him? They would probably be very angry.

While he was lost in his thoughts, he did not notice the young girl entering the room. When he noticed the girl looking at him with a tray in her hand, he turned to her.

The young girl looked confused for a while, then smiled. Kamui was trying to understand what she was surprised about. Immediately afterwards, he realized that his mask was not on his face.

“Didn't you really take off my mask yesterday?”

Y/n laughed and shook her head.

“You were injured, I didn't want to take it out without your permission. This is SWORD, everyone has a valid reason to hide their personality.”

Kamui smiled, surprised by how thoughtful the young girl was.

“You must be hungry, I brought warm soup for you.”

Kamui looked at the tray in the girl's hand and slowly sat up in bed. His whole body still ached.

“Kamui, Kamui Ito.”

The young girl sat on the chair next to the bed and handed the tray to the boy. She smiled.

“Y/n, but you probably already know my name.”

Kamui laughed and shook his head. The smell of the soup on the tray made him realize how hungry he was.

“I… thank you. I will never forget what you truly did for me.”

Y/n smiled at the boy who shyly tried to thank her. The scars on his face were obvious, but he had a very sweet face. For a moment she realized that she had been staring at his face for too long and looked away. Kamui had done the same thing.

“I better go now, I don't want to cause you any more problems.”

Y/n laughed.

“If you are still tired, you can rest, but if you want to go, I can walk with you.”

Kamui laughed.

“I may look pretty weak, but I'm not bad at fighting.”

Y/n giggled and shook her head.

“I don't think Suzuran students are weak, I just wanted to say goodbye to you.”

Kamui was embarrassed by the sentence the young girl said sweetly, he even thought his cheeks were turning red. But then he realized what the young girl said.

“You… How do you know that I am from Suzuran?”

Y/n smiled and nodded.

“I hope you don't think you're the only one who knows something.”

Kamui frowned when he realized that the young girl was much more mysterious than she seemed, now he was even more curious about who she was. But he left that for later, he had to enjoy the short moment he could spend with her right now.

He took a spoonful of his soup and relaxed with the warmth entering his body. Y/n smiled as she watched him. He knew that the boy sitting in front of her was a very dangerous person, despite his innocent face. She didn't need to know him completely to know that. But she didn't want to think about that right now, she had to enjoy the little moment she could spend with him.

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klbwriting · 2 months

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Not Romeo, Not Juliet

Chapter 5: Dear Friend

Fandom: Red Hood

Pairing: Jason Todd x f!reader

Warnings: violence, blood, stitches

Summary: Jason tries to take on more guys than he can handle and ends up bloody at YN's work

But if the while I think on thee, dear friend, All losses are restored and sorrows end. -Sonnet 30

Turns out five mobsters with pipes, was too many to beat up, even when you were once Robin. Jason hadn't gotten beat like this since he died and he was lucky they thought he was dead or he may have been back in the ground again, and he was pretty sure Dick wasn't going to pull him after these antics. He was supposed to be at home this Friday night while Dick attended some policeman's gala with Barbara, but no. Jason had decided to head to Crime Alley, see if he could help anyone. He didn't want to protect all of Gotham this time around, he wasn't fooled by Bruce's lofty promises of making a difference in this city, but he wanted to help this little piece of it, a piece that even Batman seemed to have forgotten. That was how he found himself facing down five of Sal Maroni's biggest minions.

They had been finishing taking protection money from a bodega down the street from his old apartment, leaving the shop with the bag full of money like they were in a 1950's mob movie when Jason had dropped in front of them, masked up and ready to fight. He got several good shots in on the large men, taking two of them down with broken femurs, but then one got behind him and walloped him in the shoulder blades with the pipe, then another got him in the face, cracking the mask and lacerating his cheek pretty bad. The metallic taste of blood filled his mouth as the third one still standing cracked the back of his head, taking him down to the ground. He wanted to get up, but flashbacks of getting up and then being beaten back down with a crowbar came to mind and he felt a panic attack coming on. The mobsters apparently thought it was the breathing of a dying man and took their injured buddies and ran. Jason lay on the street, hyperventilating, trying to bring himself out of his panicked stupor, for almost an hour. He stood, discarding the broken mask in a random dumpster before limping off, trying to figure out a place to go.

Turns out he would be found before he could think of someplace. He didn't even realize he was walking past Big Belly Burger until the door opened and he heard the most angelic sound in the history of the earth.

"Jason?" YN said from the doorway of the dimmed restaurant. He turned, looking at her with glassy eyes. He saw her eyes get wide and her mouth fell open in shock at what was probably a horrifying appearance. He knew his cheek was still leaking blood, probably needed stitches, and his head was killing him. Despite him looking like the last person you would want to invite into a place that served food YN came over, grabbing him under the arm and helping him inside. Once she had him seat at one of the tables she locked the doors again, and lowered the blinds for good measure. "Wait here, we have first aid supplies in the back." He watched her hurry off and managed to get half his mouth up in a pained smile. She was helping him again, God she was so nice.

"Thank you..." he managed out when she got back with a full tackle box of medical supplies. The voice sounded watery and the terrified look on her face tol him his mouth was probably leaking blood. She took a breath and got out some disinfectant and a needle and thread.

"Don't talk, I'm going to need to stitch your cheek, but honestly I have no idea how so this is going to be a huge botch and it will scar, is that ok with you?" she asked. Jason didn't see how he had any other choice, and honestly, he kind of missed having some scars. He nodded. "Do you need something to bite down on or anything?" He chuckled and winced. She wasn't taking a limb, but he appreciated her concerned none the less.

"Just do it," he said softly. She gave him a look that said 'I told you to shut up', before starting to sew him back together. It took a long time and he spent it watching her face. Her eyes concentrated, she was taking deep breaths in between humming various songs that he couldn't identify. He could see the storm behind the calm in her eyes, she was hanging on by a thread at the moment, hoping she wasn't fucking his face up for life. When she finally finished she put the extra thread and the needle down on the table and Jason saw tears start streaming from her eyes as she looked at her bloodied hands.

"I should get you cleaned up..." she said softly, ignoring the torrent running down her face as she helped him stand and walk to the small bathroom. She found some paper towels, wetting them and gently wiping at the blood drying on his face, making sure not to tear the fresh stitches. Then she looked at her hands, and his. Jason saw her hands shaking, all the worry and fear that came with someone showing up at your door bloody crashing down on her. He gently took her hands and washed them for her, getting every smear of blood off of them before he washed his own. He looked in the mirror then, finally seeing how bad the cut was. It was from the middle of his cheek all the way past the top of his ear, almost to the back of his head. He caught sight of YN behind him, looking at him in the mirror. He turned, not sure how else to express his thanks, so he hugged her, making sure his new wound was away from her face. She hugged him back, clinging to him.

"I'm sorry I scared you," he whispered, being very careful move his mouth only a little. She nodded into his chest. "Do you happen to have pain pills in that med kit?"

"Ya, come on, I should probably watch you for a couple hours too, make sure you don't fall asleep with that concussion," she said softly. Jason shook his head. "What isn't that what you're supposed to do?"

"No, if someone gets a concussion they can sleep, you just need to wake them up every so often, make sure they can answer questions," he said. She nodded as they sat down in a booth, him leaning his head against a pillar as she got him some pills and water. He took them, hoping the pain would ease soon, it was pounding in his head and face.

"Alright, so let me ask some questions then," she said, eyeing him suspiciously. He nodded, fair enough she would want to know why he had shown up bloody as fuck at her work when he lived all the way across the river. "What is your full name?"

"Jason Peter Todd," he answered easily. She nodded.

"Whens your birthday?"

"August 16th," he answered, then made a face. Was that still his birthday? Technically he had been pulled out of the pit, alive on June 12th, so what August still it? She made a face at him.

"Should we got to a hospital? Did you forget your birthday?" she asked. He shook his head.

"No, no, just realized that this year no one actually said happy birthday to me, wondering if it still counts," he said. Dick had forgotten until a week later. Jason did have to say, at least Alfred always had a cake for him to eat for breakfast on his birthday, he missed those cakes. He must have looked sad because he felt a hand on his.

"Why are you in Crime Alley again?" she asked. He sighed, she really just did not believe that he had lived here.

"For the third time, I lived here until I was 10, then I was adopted by a rich guy who had a penchant for charity cases," he explained. She asked what happened to his parents and he sighed. "My dad disappeared, could be dead for all I know, and probably is. He owed a lot of people money. And my mom was an addict, she OD'd and then I was on the street for a bit before my adoptive father found me."

"Do you live in Bludhaven with him?" she asked. He shook his head.

"No, we had a falling out last year, so I moved in with my older brother, his other adopted son," he said. She frowned. "What?"

"Are you Bruce Wayne's kid?" she asked. He sighed and nodded. "I can understand you falling out with him. He came to Gotham Academy once for a fundraiser thing and he was so rude, flashing cash everywhere, making a big scene and getting trashed. You are probably better off with your brother." Jason chuckled. Bruce had probably needed a cover story that night to explain where he was while Batman was out doing something. Dick had probably been in the suit that night. "Ok, so you grew up here, prove it, tell me something about Crime Alley only we locals know." Jason wracked his brain and then pulled out a memory he thought he had long wiped clean from his mind.

"The playground," he said. Her eyebrows rose at this statement. "The playground in the basement of the old mattress store. No one know who decided to put a playground down there, but I used to go there all the time as a kid when my mom was zoned out and my dad was off gambling. We all kept it secret from outsiders so that the cops wouldn't come and tear it down." She nodded.

"Ok, maybe you did grow up here," she said. "Where was that?" He wanted to say 'in your building' but she didn't know he had followed her home like an absolute creep that night so he told her where the address was, pretending to be surprised when she told him she lived there now. "So how did you end up with the bloody face?"

"I am trying to help out, I saw some of Sal Maroni's guys terrorizing a bodega, thought I could take'em, make'em give the money back to the owner," he said. She froze for just a moment and he thought maybe she knew the antics of those gangsters. "I just want this place to be safer for you." He didn't realize that was truly what was at the heart of this whole thing. Ever since he met her he had wanted to protect her, make sure she was safe no matter where she was.

"Jason, don't go getting yourself killed just to try and protect me," she whispered. He looked at her. He would die a thousand times to protect her. He gently took her hand and squeezed it. "Here, I really need to clean up this place and get home, give me your number, let's meet at the playground, run some lines or something, I'm sure you need help being a tortured Prince." Jason chuckled, she was wrong about that, he had no trouble being insane and seeing ghosts, was kind of his MO at this point, but they exchanged numbers and he helped her clean up the place, disinfecting everything before he went back home.

Dick had been pissed but Jason had lied and said the cut was from a fight at school, some jocks jumping him on his way home. He said he did the stitching himself, even though his stitches would have been perfect, he still got away with it saying he couldn't really remember how to do it right after the pit. Turns out being dead for awhile is a great excuse. Dick didn't quite believe him but just sent him to bed. When he got up to the loft and checked his phone there was already a text from YN.

Playground, Sunday, 8pm, I want to check your stitches, bring Hamlet and a skull

#jasontodd #jason todd #jason todd x reader #jason todd x you #jason todd x y/n #redhood #red hood #red hood x reader #red hood x you #red hood x y/n #notromeo

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movedtolilmouzee · 1 year

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hi! can you do the reactions of bonten!ran,rin,sanzu, and possibly hanma to the reader seeing them getting into a physical fight with someone and getting scared (maybe from ptsd?) please and thank you :)(and can you make it super angsty i love that shit) also love your writing you’re so talented!

𝔤𝔬 𝔞𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔡 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔠𝔯𝔶...

𝘈𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵, 𝘔𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥, 𝘣𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘦𝘴, 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘦𝘺𝘦, 𝘢 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘨𝘶𝘯𝘴, 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘴, 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘫𝘶𝘮𝘱𝘦𝘥, 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘻𝘦, 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵.

(Zee's note- Hi love, hope your staying hydrated. Hope this is angsty enough for you, also so glad you like my writings. I'm still learning. I'm sorry this took me so long, motivation really slipped from my grasp. Hope you enjoy. <3.)

Ran told you from the beginning that his job wasn't going to be easy on your heart. Ran dealt with things daily that put his life at risk, even your own life at risk but you stayed by rans side through everything. Even through all the love you have ran, you could never stop that anxiety pit in your stomach that ate at your insides every minute that passed when ran hadn't answered your message or walked through the front door. You told yourself that it would get better, and thankfully it did.

Ran slowly introduced you to everyone at bontens, bringing you along to meetings that wouldn't disclose to much information, and even offered to bring you along to parties hosted by bonten and their allies. Things were surprisingly ok for dating someone that was a notorious criminal in Japan. Unforgivngly having a big reputation will bring trouble and trouble found ran tonight when walking home from a small trip to a convince store.

The three major issues in this moment was that ran is half asleep, you don't have much fighting experience and most of the lights coming from apartment buildings and street lamps weren't enough to show the group of men sitting in the alley waiting to jump ran. These were a recipie for disaster, and that was exactly what ran got.

Ran took the moment he had to himself, to relax. Leaning near the corner of the convince store, his mind running through what seemed like a million thoughts, distracting him from the 3 men that had snuck up behind him, making quick work to cover his mouth and grab his arms. Chuckling when they notice how quick ran seemed to panic, unable to escape from the current situation, his mind praying they didn't find you.

The men seemingly almost unsatisfied with how easy ran was to catch grew annoyed "And here we thought the famous haitani ran would be a much scarier fight" one man whispered, slamming rans arm against the corner wall of the convince store, rans screams muffled by the man covering his mouth, blood gushing down rans arm, his bone showing through the

Rans mind panicking when he laid eyes on you rounding the corner looking for him. The sound of your gasp and bags crashing against the floor catching the attention of all three men. "Looks like you got a fan, haitani. Or is this someone you care for? Don't worry we don't want em, we want you, though the look of their face breaks my heart so I'll be nice and let you go this time, next time we won't be so nice." The men whisper leaving ran in your hands.

Rindou found himself in multiple fights but always got away with minimal cuts, bruises, and blood on my knuckles. Always being able to calm your worries, telling you it was work accidents, which wasn't always a lie just never the full truth, rindou saw no need to worry you.

Rindou's words had comforted you everytime you worried but anxiety always found itself creeping into your mind, poisoning your thoughts every moment rindou left for work and the moment you believed those thoughts was the day rindou came home so blooded and beaten you thought a funeral was the next step in your relationship.

Rindou tried so hard to enter the house quietly, to slip past you without you seeing him, him be able to clean up and supirse you but you always knew when he was home.

Your usual greeting to him being stopped by a gasp of horror stopped rindou dead in his tracks, rindou quick to try and say he was ok, he just needed a bath and some rest and then everything would be fine, you knew better though. You knew how good rindou was at down playing his pain and ignoring his injuries to make you not worry.

although rindou tried he failed, only agreeing to let you patch him up when you threatened to call ran and told rindou you'd stop cuddling with him before bed. That was enough for rindou to agree, annoyed you caught him but grateful you want to help.

After what seemed like an eternity to rindou and only an hour to you, you finished cleaning rindou and patching him up. Discovering the many cuts, brusies and black eye he developed thanks to his work. Both of you sharing annoyed comments back and forth, mumbling how rindou should be more careful and how you shouldn't worry so much about him, evwn through the bickering continued you two happily sat in the livingroom watching a movie enjoying the time you had together.

Sanzu breaking old habits were difficult for him, leaving behind what he knew wasn't something he could think about before dating you, it took him aback when you asked him to settle down with you and slowly start thinking of becoming more then just whatever sanzu considered you to be in his life.

Sanzu loved the idea at first, was so excited to ask you to be his partner in crime, he even called rindou and ran to have a few drinks with him. A few drinks turned into sanzu calling his dealer and getting high off my mind before the haitani brothers called it a night knowing how sanzu got with different alcohol and drugs mixed in his system.

You had no clue what your now current boyfriend was doing, simply thinkingbhe had a few drinks, technically the truth but not the truth you wanted.

The moment you heard the door open and close was your cue to greet sanzu, a smile on your face as you happily told him about the dinner you made and plans you had for the night, only met with his cold deminor, an annoyed sigh before sanzu just sat on the couch turning on the tv.

Bad timing is the solution you came up with, offering to get him any medicine if his head or stomach hurt noticing how he ignored your talk of dinner, earning another sigh from sanzu and a quick but mumbled "no". Now worrying you didn something yourself to upset sanzu, worryingly asking what you had done not noticing sanzus irriation building "GOD SHUT UP, I DONT WANT YOUR DISQUSTING FOOD AND IF I WANTED YOUR HELP, I WOULD OF ASKED! God get the fuck out of my sight, can't stand watching you cry. Pisses me off."

Hearing him yell so suddenly, voice getting louder at each moment, sanzu staring down at you with a cold gaze hands rubbing his temple had tears streaming down your cheeks, making you remember all the times your mother/father yelled at you for not being good enough in their eyes, pushing you past your limits to please them, only realizing you'd never be enough for them.

Hanma is a dangerous man that loves playing dangerous games. Gambling his life, his valuables, all to feel a risk, searching for that opponent that could make him taste fear, thought he found his opponent, it was you who got the taste of fear.

Hanma was on a winning streak against his newest client, pocketing over millions worth of jewelry, diamonds, and gold. "You're down on your luck today, kid." Hanma teased edging the poor person on. Hamna knew how to get under everyone's skin, how to make them play his game.

"One last game, prize is them." You tensed at the deal, praying hanma wasn't going to take it but hanma sucked his teeth hearing the offer "Add 20k on that and you got a deal" hanma snickered, rubbing your back with his hand. Hanmas a smart man you thought, he'll win this and you two can go home, you thought.

Though your hope slowly died watching hanma losing as the games went on, tensing with every move. "Ah, you beat me fair and square, guess I lost huh?" Hanma asked, snapping you from your mind panic setting in.

"That I did" the client chuckled, practically hopping out of his chair, happy to have beaten hanma and gotten the grand prize he wanted all along. "Hand em over, hanma. You lost" he coo'd smirking at you, only seemingly to enjoy the fearful look on your eyes.

"On second thought, isn't it rather sketchy how you seemed to beat me so suddenly. You and your little body over at that table near by seemed to have been passing a lot of glances towards each other. I wonder what that could be for" hanma hummed pulling you against his chest "I think I'll be keeping my prize tonight"

"Cut the bul-" before hanmas client could even finish his thought of saying thise words, hanma already pulled his revolver out of his pocket, pulling the trigger on both the man and his friend, sighing. "Clean this up and collect my shit." Hanma said annoyed, lifting you in his arms "Hope I didn't scare you too bad, baby, I just wanted to see how far we'd get" he whispered kissing your cheek.

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railingsofsorrow · 1 year

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I saw your requiest were open so 😔, James trying to get the reader's family to like him because she comes from a slytherin family that believes in blood supremacy and loves the dark arts (I feel like it would be interesting angst and sorry if my English is bad, luv ya👁)

you're not just now

[james potter x reader]

A/N: hi, dear anon! I hope you don't mind but I made a few changes. the writing just flew and I end up switching up a few things. I hope you still enjoy it <3

summary: james is nervous about having dinner with your family in the weekend, but you're there to reassure him that everything is gonna work out just fine.

pairing: j.p x malfoy!fem!reader

w.c: 1.8K

warnings/content: mentions of pureblood antics; anxious james; fear of not being good enough; discussions about the future; reg and cissy make an appearance, the best cousins <3; tooth-roofing fluff; reassurance; slight angst.

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“Stop,” Sirius presses a hand against James' thigh to stop it from bouncing. He had been on edge all morning and had not shared a single reason why. Sirius thought he would combust at any second.

“Prongs. Stop staring,” Remus warns not even looking up from his book. He didn't need to. “'s not because she's your girlfriend now that you can act like a creep.”

You were across the hall, holding a conversation with some of your friends and James had not taken his eyes off of you in a while. It'd be okay if it was the loving gaze he usually wore for you, but now his eyes just screamed beaten-up puppy-on-the-street.

Peter snickered beside Remus. James gave them both a glare.

“Sorry my nervousness is bothering you all, I'll leave.”

“Aw, Prongs!” Sirius pushed his shoulders down locking him into the bench as he huffed pathetically. “C'mon. He's just joking,” Sirius gives Remus a look, who shrugs. “Look. Perhaps if you shared your issues then we might be able to—”

“I'm having dinner at her house tomorrow,” James sputtered out, munching on his cheek.

Sirius, Remus and Peter stopped whatever they were doing as if a bomb was about to be dropped at the corridor.

Oh.

Now it all made sense.

James was a mess of nerves because he would meet the parents. Her parents. The Malfoys. Sirius switched a look with Remus as Peter stumbled next to James whilst asking details of the dinner party. He sounded more excited than James himself, who, by the grimace in his face, looked like he might pass out.

“Wormtail,” Sirius cuts him off, folding his arms across his chest. “Give it a rest, alright? He's a ball of anxiety already.”

“Why?” Peter gazed up at James, “It means it's becoming more serious, right? Shouldn't you be happy? You say you want to marry her all the time—”

“Peter,” Remus has a softer demeanour, he acts before Sirius can kick Peter off of the Astronomy Tower for being pushy. “Let's change the subject, yeah?” They start to discuss the Gryffindor versus Hufflepuff match next Thursday, and it seems to work, because James is laughing of a stupid dark joke Remus made a few second later.

“Boys,”

James can smell your perfume before he hears your voice, that's why he knows you're arriving. The striking smell of saffron rose with a hint of cinnamon surrounds him in a safety net.

“Hi, please stop his madness,” Sirius mumbles at you as he scurried the other two away from the couple. James doesn't even notice they're gone when you sit down in front of him, offering a gentle smile.

“Hi, love. Everything okay?” You know the truth and you know the answer he will give you; but that's alright. You have a hunch. James has been nervous about meeting your family for quite a while now, ever since you made it official. You don't care about formalities, especially if the Malfoys are a part of it. What matters to you is that you and him get to enjoy each other as long as time allows — not need for overbearing family members getting into your business. Your brother Lucius was already doing a great job at it and you were just waiting on the opportunity to suffocate the prick in his sleep.

James beams at you but there's something behind that action. His amber orbs tell you everything you need to know through the lenses of his crocked glasses.

“Everything's perfect now that you're here,” he muttered, giving you a peck om the lips and another on your cheek. “How's your day going?”

You wish James knew that he didn't have to the rock in your relationship. You could be his, too. Anytime he needed.

“It's going alright,” you lift his glasses that were slipping down his nose as usual. You fingers lower to the nape of his neck and his shoulders immediately relax as you begin the work with your nails. “Jay,” you whisper softly when he leans his nose into your neck, burying his face there.

He hums to let you know he's listening. His hands caging around your waist.

“You don't need to be nervous,” you kiss his temple, playing with the baby hairs on the side of his ear. “It's just a dinner.”

His curls tickle the side of your face when he retracts to look at you, “I know.”

Raising an eyebrow, you ask, “Do you? Because it doesn't mean anything. We already are us. It's not you meeting my family that will make it real.”

“I know,” James huffs, pushing his hair back in frustration. You frown at him. It seemed as if he didn't get it. “It's not just the dinner. It's everything else that comes with it.”

“Jay—”

“No,” he shook his head, staring at his shifty hands on his lap. “It's not just dinner. I'm going to meet your parents. I'm going to meet the people who brought you into this world, who are very important to you. I know that you say that it won't matter if they don't like me. But what about later? When we—” he sucks in a sharp breath to stop himself from saying the rest. You wanted to hear it but he interrupts you again by your name dangling from his tongue. “You're not just Hogwarts for me, you know? You're not just now.”

Did he mean...

No. No, you're just—

“... you're the rest of my life.”

You eyes widen slightly.

James gives you a sad smile, “I know. It's too much. We're young and we shouldn't move fast, but— I love you. You know that, right? I do. I don't want anyone else. You're it, love. And if I disappoint the people that you care about... I will be disappointing you.”

You breath out slowly. You were raised to not react when you're caught off guard, the cold and numb expression was perfected through the years of living in the Malfoy Manor. James wasn't strange to the fact, he had watched this coldness close by, in his dormroom, during feasts, at classes; Sirius was the first to show to him the effects of living in a pureblood home. It was all too familiar when you reacted like this — or didn't react at all. Although the boy that brightened the day like the sun didn't realize, you've softened with him by your side. You weren't proud to admit that love had made you soft, but James Potter could have your heart any day and a smile at a single breath he took.

Because you loved him. And even if you enjoyed living in the present, you didn't think about anyone else, either. He was your now and you're almost convinced he's also your then.

You just needed to...

“Do you mean it?”

James gazes up at you, eyebrows pinching, “What I just said? Of course—”

“About me being the rest of your life. About us being it for you. Do you mean it, James?” Cause I can't do it if you don't mean it. My heart is already yours.

His eyes softened and a smile spread around his mouth. He nudged your hand into his and took it, pressing it against his lips.

“I mean it. Every word. I don't want or need anything else. Only you, love. Only you.”

You grin, throwing yourself into his arms. He chuckles, wrapping his arms around you in a tight hold. He never wanted to let you go and he intended to keep that promise until you were old and gray.

“I love you,” you said, muffled by your face buried in the croak of his neck. “I love you, James Potter. So much. You're it for me, too.”

This is when he splits you both apart to press his lips against yours in a kiss that translated all into desire, love and happiness.

“At least swallow each other in private. That is gross.”

You and James broke the kiss apart to turn to the person who interrupted your moment. Narcissa and Regulus Black were standing in the hallway, giving you looks of judgement. You let out a heavy sigh when you noticed the twitch in the corner of Regulus' mouth. He was messing with James. Menace. Narcissa didn't escape it either.

James was harshly fixing his clothes and Cissy seemed to be enjoying your boyfriend's franctic apologetic reaction for the mischief in her eyes.

“Stop.” You warned. They look at you and blink. “You're making him break a sweat, can you quit it?”

James eyes you apprehensively, in fear of you making it all worst previous to The Dinner, but when Narcissa begins to laugh and Regulus breaks out a smile, he studies the three of you confused.

You roll your eyes, “I'm going to crash your wedding, Cissy, and you, Reggie,” he gave you a scowl for the nickname. “I'll switch your shampoo, again. Make it red this time. You'll look pretty.”

“You're not funny,” he deadpanned. “Potter, I hope you know what you're in for.” Regulus directs the sentence to him and it's your turn to scowl. “She's a menace and she will make your life miserable. Run while you still can.”

“Run like you do from your problems?”

“No. Like you attempt to run from your daddy issues.”

James is at a loss of words. He knows dark humor, he lives with it — hi, moony — but he doesn't expect it to be such a common occurrence between you and your cousins as if you're having afternoon tea. You curse at each other as if your life depend on it and then...

Then, you're smiling and Regulus is walking towards you to kiss your forehead. James is getting a whiplash. Narcissa makes a sound of appreciation and puts a hand on his shoulder. Is he dying now? Is she murdering him for fun? In front of you?

“Well done, Potter,” she says, patting the spot. Her sharp eyes turn gentle for a second. “Keep her smiling like that.” It's a warning. And she leaves. Regulus, too. They follow to the end of the hall and disappear in a corner.

“Want to run off to the hills, yet?” she asks, giving him a contained smile. “You still have time.”

James surveys you for a moment, making you think he's actually pondering about it.

Merlin, he loved you. He was so happy it was reciprocated. He was so happy you felt the same. His heart was at easy now. Because it was alright if he wasn't perfect in the eyes of your family. It was alright if he didn't attend all the expectations that would certainly have. In the end, what really mattered, was you. By his side. For the rest of your lives.

He cups your cheeks and kisses you again, this time, softly.

“Why would I need time when I have what I want right here?”

#requested #james potter x reader #r.o.s requests #marauders fanfiction #james potter imagine #answered

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t4tmagicians · 19 days

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Bruce apologizes to Harley as he fastens her wrists behind her. She barely seems to react, staring into the still-smoldering embers of the warehouse.

"Arkham again?" she croaks, when police officers approach them. Bruce mutters something affirmative, and all of a sudden, he's offering to drive her to the asylum himself.

She slumps in the front passenger seat of the Batmobile, streaked with soot and ash and tear marks cutting clean lines down her face. She looks tired.

"He's gettin' sick of me." She explains, no prompting necessary. Bruce can see the weight on her shoulders. They pull up to Arkham, the gates opening for the Batmobile without question.

"He threw you out a window a year ago. What's different now?" Bruce asks, keeping his voice soft. For a moment, he sees no difference between every tired young woman he meets on the street, beaten down by the world, and the diamond-patterned woman next to him.

"He don't laugh when I get hurt no more." Harley sighs, like it's a great tragedy. It probably is, for her. Bruce tempers down the tiny spark of hope in his chest.

"Maybe explore other options." Bruce offers. Harley snorts in laughter, loud and sudden.

"What other options are there?" She says, voice light and airy, but Bruce can hear the fear in it. What other options are there for Harley Quinn?

Bruce pats her on the back when she's in her cell at Arkham. She curls up dejectedly on the bed, and he mentally schedules a visit to her.

"I'm worried about Harley." Tim brings up during breakfast one day. "She's barely tried to escape Arkham at all this week."

Bruce passes Cass the salt, and bumps his visit up. "Hm."

"Bats." Harley greets, leant against the wall of her cell, shuffling playing cards. She's allowed to wear makeup, plenty of others do, but she has decided to forgo it. She looks almost naked without dramatic black shapes lining her eyes.

"Harley." He's quiet for a moment. "Any reason you're still in here?" They both know she could leave if she wanted to, she understands the security too well to be truly trapped.

"Where would I go?" She spits, tearing the two of hearts apart. "Joker don't want me, family acts like I'm dead already -" she sighs, all the vitriol draining from her. "Not pretty enough to turn tricks, I reckon."

"There's a bed in the Batcave." And Bruce leaves after five more minutes of stunned silence.

Harley is camped out on the cot they use for medicinal purposes. Someone's thrown a soft red blanket over her, and she's definitely using a spare cape folded up as a pillow. She still looks tired, but less so.

"I'm glad she's here." Jason says, as they cut off their motorbikes as quietly as possible. "I'm - I'm not exactly giddy to see her, y'know? I'm just glad she's here."

"Yeah," Bruce agrees. "Me too."

#harley and bruce friendship you mean so much to me #harley quinn #harleen quinzel #bruce wayne #batman #dc #ficlet

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storiesandthingsofthatnature · 6 months

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To Feel Adrenaline

Part 2

Summary: Pino ventures to a district that is new to him and meets a stalker that is quite the character

Word Count: 1.3k

Pairing: Pinocchio x G!N!Reader

Warnings: Violence but that's about it :3

Disclaimer: Nothing to report~

A/N: Hey there! I'm back with a Lies of P fic! This is going to be a series based on feelings so if you guys have an idea for a prompt around a feeling do let me know and I could add to the series ^^ As for the Leon x reader series, I don't think I will be continuing with it. I dunno, it all depends really. I just don't have any further idea for it and I honestly don't like how the writing came out. But, like I said, we shall see.

Btw, the district I mention is just one I added. Gemini talks more in here because he deserves more lines, the reader is a very...Interesting character and just know that this is set after the puppet king defeat as that's where I'm at in the game so no spoilers please :'D

Anyways, enjoy! And do let me know what you think ;; Comments, reblogs and likes are always appreciated as well <3 Thank you!

Pino walked on soft footsteps, the puppet trying to evade the more basic frenzied puppets to preserve his stamina. He was currently out scouting an area that he hadn’t traversed yet, Gepetto wishing his son a safe trip but not before leaving him with a warning. “Rumor has it that there is an elite stalker in that district. I hear they keep to themselves and don’t really associate with anyone, but I have no idea how they will react if they figure out who you are and who you are with. Please be careful, my son.”

So far there were just the usual maid and butler puppets with the occasional harder opponent. But it was nothing that Pino really had to worry about, his swordsmanship and defense sharpening evermore with each battle. Each encounter something that he kept with him, memories that helped him along the way. However, he was not lax. His father’s words were still in the back of his mind and it seemed that Gemini was thinking the same thing as well. “What do you think they’re like, this “elite stalker.” Gemini mimicked Gepetto. “I’ve heard about that one woman who is supposedly the best of the stalkers, but I didn’t know that there were others. Hmmm, we shouldn’t take this lightly, huh?”

They had only just beaten The Puppet King not too long ago, Gepetto practically forbidding Pino from continuing on his journey for the moment. “My son needs his rest. And I just want you to be safe, for once.” His father had said and Pino had agreed reluctantly but on the condition that he was still helpful to Gepetto and the others in other ways. So here he was, scouting out a district that was a little bit past Malum district. He knew he shouldn’t go out too far and go to places that aren’t really necessary, but was mostly curious as to what was out here.

Pino wondered if he would actually stumble upon this stranger but suddenly, the amount of puppets in the area began to dwindle as he traversed further into the district. Further until there were none and just the sound of the sprinkling rain pattering against the cobblestone street was all that was left. A nervous chirp sounded from Gemini,” I dunno if I should be grateful that there are no more puppets or suspicious…Be careful, pal.” For assurance, Pino reached back and gently patted against the top of Gemini’s lantern. He may get annoyed with the cricket puppet at times but he was still a very beloved companion.

Suddenly, fast approaching footsteps crept up from behind Pino, the puppet jumping to the side to dodge an incoming attack. “I thought I had rid this place of you guys. Ya’ll just don’t quit!” The newcomer said, obviously annoyed at Pino’s presence. They shouldered their weapon as they recentered themselves from their attack and turned to Pino. “Well, you’re an interesting one! You’re obviously not like the others either.” While they mulled over this, Pino couldn’t help but tilt his head as he observed the stranger’s animal mask. He knew that stalkers usually wore masks to show rank but he had never seen this animal before!

“Hm?” You question the puppet’s curious look, your free hand aligning with his line of sight and you meet your mask. “Oh! Ah yes! Not the usual get up, right? I thought - Donkey mask? Bunny mask? Those are quite boring. I had to go for something more, well, me!” It was a dinosaur mask that you adorned. More specifically a T-Rex mask. “I would have gone with a velociraptor, but I found out that they’re smaller than I originally imagined so, T-Rex it is!”

There was a moment of silence and Pino could swear that this was probably one of his most strangest encounters. “Eccentric. The answer to my earlier question is eccentric.” Gemini chirped, Pino giving a small nod in agreement. You give a hum,”I’m actually quite curious as to why you’re not attacking me right now. I had heard a rumor that there was a puppet made by Geppetto that is actually good but…I just don’t know. Sorry, but, do you mind if we have a sparring session? I see a person’s character better that way.” You bring your weapon back to hip height, the candle light from the street lanterns creating a gleam across the blade.

It was nothing spectacular in appearance but when you wield it, it didn’t require aesthetics. “Well at least they were kind enough to ask.” Gemini surmised, Pino giving a single tap to the glass. A sign that he needed Gemini to be silent from here on so he could concentrate. “Good luck, pal.” Was what he left Pino before settling into his lantern further for the fight.

Pino unsheathed his weapon as well - The Puppet Ripper that he had received from Alidoro after defeating The Puppet King. He wanted to try it out and now seemed like a good time. You hum in amazement from the looks of the scythe. “Woah, that looks terrifying. Please mind that thing would ya?” You laugh and Pino couldn’t help but knit his brows at your odd wording. But suddenly, he felt your presence behind him. He noticed just in time to block your advancement, you giving a small sound of amazement. “You actually blocked that! Impressive!” You praise and then jump back, landing lightly on your feet.

Pino had no idea how you had gotten behind him so quickly, but he didn’t have time to think it over before you were coming at him with another attack. Your jabs were super sonic, your slashes nearly invisible. Pino was having a hard time keeping up, receiving small hits of damage as his blocks weren’t perfect. “I wonder how long you can keep up with me.” You say as you hit him with a heavy blow, Pino sliding back until he hits a wall. You advance quickly, hot sparks of iron lighting the area you two fought in as your blades hit with such ferocity and determination.

Pino could feel his stamina reaching its max, the puppet needing to find a break in the fight to have a small rest to regain it but you were adamant on keeping him from doing just that. He had no idea where you kept all that energy but he really wished he could tap into it somehow. He could feel the ergo that surged within him pulsing rapidly, like a heart rate that was skyrocketing. Even with the pupper king he hadn’t felt this sensation before, the fear that he may not be able to pull through this if this keeps up.

However, your hits subsided and your blades crossed, scratching metal a cacophony in both of your ears as you created a stalemate. Your eyes looked deep into Pinos’, [e/c] meeting iridescent blue that held hints of worry yet shone with a burning fire that screamed “I will fight until I can no longer move.” You give a breath of a laugh and jump back, the young puppet practically collapsing from the broken tension. “You have some sharp skills there.” You praise once more as you sheath your weapon. “Thank you for the sparring session! I really needed that.” You walk over to Gepetto’s puppet, Pino swearing that if he held the ability to breath he would be doing so very heavily right now. You hold out a hand, a small smile gracing your lips. “Nice to meet you. My name is [Y/N] The Fossil. I hadn’t thought that I would meet a well mannered puppet ever again but here you are.”

Pino felt like he just experienced whiplash, the sudden change in conversation throwing him off. But yet, he took the outstretched hand, a small shake creating the catalyst for you and Gepetto’s puppet.

#lies of p #lies of p fanfic #p x reader #pinnochio #gn reader

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williamaltman · 28 days

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Ok so, I've been wanting to talk about the whole episode 5 recollection thing ever since we saw it on the previous trailers, and since there were more shots of it in the new one too I'm gonna take the opportunity...

So, in all the little shots we've seen, we have Louis going at Lestat. So I'm guessing the idea is that they're gonna make the """fight""" actually more of a fight and not just Louis getting beaten.

Personally, I am pleased with this, because I think it's basically the best way to deal with this whole mess. I never had an issue with Lestat and Louis "fighting". What I have issue with is how extremely violent it was, how Lestat actually seriously hurt Louis. If it had been just a punch or two (though that would already be domestic abuse) I wouldn't have been fazed, but his whole body was bruised and bleeding. There was a trail of blood when he got dragged across the street. He took months to heal. In their little "fights" (actually not sure if it's more than one) in the book, Louis was completely fine. Lestat never truly hurt him physically.

So, to sort of get into a writers mindset I guess, how could you "fix it"? Well, I don't think they could say it's a fake memory. I'm sorry but the idea that it was implanted by Armand for example is just ridiculous to me. I don't think it even makes much sense in the first place, but besides that, I hate the idea of just blaming Armand to make Lestat seem better. This black and white idea of one of them being the "bad boyfriend" and the other the "good one" that comes from both sides is NOT true to the characters imo, and I also think it's a shitty narrative to go with, storytelling wise.

Besides that, I'm not sure how else you could fully retcon it and say it was fake. I saw people theorizing that only the drop was fake, but again that seems to rely on the Armand fake memory theory, and I honestly don't think they'll retcon it since it was kinda the whole point thematically from what the writers said (that it's a parallel to Paul and that they were "very pleased with themselves" for it). And clearly the initial "fight" is not fake from the new shots we got. Obviously "Louis made it up" is not an option. I remember people talking about how it was from Claudia's POV, which I honestly don't remember whether that part was supposed to be from her diary or not, but even if that's the case the most that could do is establish that the details of the fall are messy because she wasn't there to see it, and that maybe Lestat wasn't so "triumphant" after it.

Lestat attacked Louis, just because he THOUGHT Louis wanted to leave with Claudia. He started it, which does matter imo (I don't think they can change that to it being Louis) and it was completely unequal. I know this fandom is lowkey plagued with gender role discourse, but Lestat, as a stronger vampire, has a huge advantage against Louis, akin to a man hitting his wife, but probably even bigger due to supernatural strength.

And that is to say, technically the main problems will probably still be there. Which is how it should be imo, cause after doing that they have to commit to it, at least to some extent. The idea should not be to fully exonerate Lestat, but to basically soften the blow (literally and figuratively) by adding some more nuance to it. The writers said themselves that they want Louis to be belieavable as a victim.

So, I'm guessing that what we're gonna see is Louis defending himself, getting some hits against Lestat, and that Lestat was hurt too, and maybe something new about the fall. Which honestly is gonna give me some peace of mind. I get why people don't like the idea of discrediting Louis' account of the event, and of how the fandom can turn on him if he's not some perfect victim... But there was (is) just something in me that can't fully ship Loustat as much as I did before with that having happened.

Like, for a while I have basically just chosen to ignore it as much as possible. I don't rewatch the episode, I skip it during reactions, I skip the beginning of episode 6 where we see how Louis is after. I have acknowledged it many times but more as like a meta thing that happened. I probably wouldn't say it's triggering, but it just crossed a line to me and I'm gonna welcome (almost) anything they do to make it less bad than it seemed, not because I want for Louis to come off as a liar or anything but just like... For my own relief, to kinda have a bit of weight off my shoulders when watching the show and shipping them? Obviously I don't know anything for sure and I might be wrong about some things I'm guessing, but not having it be so one-sided at least already helps a bit. (Please don't come here to say I'm a weak bitch who can't handle dark gothic romance or some bullshit like that. I've already talked about that back when the scene aired and if you think it's a simple as that you're probably just dumb and insensitive)

#interview with the vampire #iwtv #amc iwtv #loustat #louis x lestat #lestat x louis #louis de pointe du lac #lestat de lioncourt #discourse #iwtv discourse

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tanith-rhea · 1 year

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So i have a miranda hilmarson x reader fic request. Basically some hurt/comfort where reader isnt used to being listened to/always hides their feelings and cries a lot at night, and miranda finds out and comforts them

Knight in Shining Armour

Hey anon, thank you for the request and sorry for the wait! In this one reader is a person going through some relationship problems, and it gets pretty bad to the point police are involved. Miranda is asked to be a lookout for a few nights at reader's place to make sure their ex won't attempt anything. So WARNINGS for domestic violence, some stockholm syndrome and mentions of people disregarding reader's abuse aside from all the angst that is already implied by that.

Word count: 1.5k

You thought it would get better. Your mom said it wasn't that bad, and if you made an effort, he'd start treating you well again. Kiss you more gently, soothe your bruises and even one day stop making them.

It did not. No matter how hard you tried, he would still come home angry, and anything in front of him was a reason to turn furious. Candlelit dinners were too fussy, watching football together was annoying because you knew nothing about it, going for walks was stupid, playing games, was frustrating, and talking was simply unbearable.

"I can't hear your whiny voice right now. If you utter a single word, I swear to god I'll crash your head in this table."

And then it was over. You woke up in a hospital bed, in one of those rooms with six other patients separated by baby-blue curtains, and a short woman in smart pants and jacket was looking at you.

"Hello, Miss y/l/n, I'm detective Griffin," she said matter of factly, looking at you in expectance.

"Detective? Why are you here?"

"You were beaten and almost killed by a man currently missing. One of your neighbours heard a commotion at your house last night and called the police, we found you unconscious in the kitchen and no signs of who assaulted you."

You thought detectives only dealt with murder cases, at least police ones; although you only knew what you saw on tv shows.

"Were you robbed?"

"No," you eyed her, wondering where he was. Would he come back home? Could you work this out and be ok again?

"Did you know the person who put you here?" her face was guarded but you could tell she knew what this was about. She was trying to help you. She'll eventually figure out I don't need help. I need him.

Later you were able to leave the hospital. You had a concussion but the doctor said you should be fine if you were careful and rested more when you got home. You didn't go home straight away, though, you were brought in for questioning at the station. Couldn't they interview you at your house? Where you'd be comfortable? You just wanted to bolt from there and look for him so maybe you could put this all behind you.

They asked a lot of things, some questions were the same, only phrased differently and they figured the one that did this to you was your partner. It was your fault, really. He'd asked for you to buy beer before going to work and you forgot. When he came back there was no beer so he left cross and returned drunk.

They sent you home with a tall blond woman. She tried to make conversation but you were too fed up and exhausted to entertain her. She seemed sweet, and you couldn't help but think she didn't fit as a police officer. Sure, she was tall and strong and intimidating, but as soon as you passed first impressions, she was the embodiment of a golden retriever.

You arrived, and she explained again that she'd be staying for two days surveying the street for any signs he might come back to harm you. You didn't want it, you wanted him back, but they didn't care about that.

The first night was torment. You called your mother to tell her what happened and she didn't show much concern. She said, "You made your bed, now lay in it" dismissing your worry he might not come back.

In the beginning, when you were scared and wanted to end things with him, your mother said it was your fault if he was not satisfied, you had to be a better girl for him. Now you were seven years in, and you were convinced that was the only type of love you would ever get, the hard-fought-for one, the kind you had to earn, not just receive.

You were desperate, crying till your eyes ran dry and your throat felt sore. Your bedsheets were a mess of twisted corners you held onto through the night, white knuckles only stained by a few red marks from when he held you down on the terrace floor when you had the idea of a picnic on the apartment's roof.

She was still outside the other day. Inside the car on the other side of the street. You slept for two hours and looked like less, your hair a mess and yesterday's clothes. Did she eat? She didn't leave the car for almost fourteen hours now, no way she had proper food there.

You didn't eat yourself but microwaved some of the leftover lasagna in the fridge and walked to the car.

"Everything ok?" she downed the window and looked at you from head to toe and back up, "You need anything? I can't enter and help you but I can call someone."

"I just brought you food," you shoved the container in her face and turned to leave.

"I meant it..." she called, "I won't go inside because I'm not supposed to let him get even near you, I have to keep looking. But I know a friend that could help maybe help you, he does energy work."

It was sweet how much she seemed to care, but you didn't need help. You just turned again and went inside.

This was the last night she would be looking. You were still desolate, but something made you act, maybe desperation to know or to have something to occupy your mind.

You searched through the drawers and your shared closet, some clothes were missing, his favourites. The money hidden underneath the sink in the biscuit jar was gone. You checked your bank account on your phone and sure enough, it was empty. He was not coming back.

You wailed. You lowered yourself to the kitchen floor, near the blood stain on the table, and hugged yourself while you screamed more than cried. It was all over. You would never have love again, not any. With your eyes closed, and ears ringing from the force of the muscles twisted in your forehead and neck, you didn't hear the door being kicked open, or the hurried steps towards the kitchen. You only felt arms around you and a hand on your face, trying to make you look up.

"Shhh... it's all right. Shit you scared me," it was Miranda, her nametag was only a few centimetres away from your face, "Thank God you're alright."

You clung to her, fingers twisting the blue fabric on her shoulders desperately.

"I'm not alright," you whispered, almost unable to speak "He's not coming back"

She tensed for a few seconds, not breathing, before sitting by your side and pulling you to her. You sat between her legs and she hugged you to her chest.

"How do you know?" she asked softly after your crying subsided to sobs and whimpers.

You unlocked your phone and showed the bank account. She tightened her arms around you with a deep sigh. It almost seemed as if she was relieved, her shoulders dropping. Her chin resting on your hair.

"We will find him, and arrest him, and you'll get your money back."

"As if I care about money... I want him back," you scoffed, impressed at how bitter you managed to sound.

"What the hell are you talking about?" she seemed almost livid, did she care? "Look at what he did to you! Why would you want to be with someone like him?"

"Because he loves me," you said automatically. It was obvious he did, he just showed it in harsher ways.

"I'm sorry, but that is absurd."

She seemed quite confident. You didn't respond to it, deep down you knew love was supposed to be kinder, but lying was better than nothing at all, wasn't it?

"I mean, if he loved you he would never hurt you like this. He would take care of you, comfort you, caress you and not punch you or bang your head on a table."

It hurt so much. She was telling the truth, but somehow the thought of it hurt so much more than any spanking. You started crying again, hiding your face in her uncomfortable vest.

"Oh, shit, I'm so sorry," she whispered "Here, let me take care of you," she hugged you tighter, enveloping you completely in her arms, and played with your hair until you were almost dozing off.

After, she encouraged you to take a shower and heated the rest of the lasagna for you to eat. She watched you the entire time, talking about silly or unimportant things to distract you. You saw right through her.

When it was dark outside, you watched some television together, and she told you about this guy, the brother of her colleague, who she thought could help you heal. She offered to keep in contact and you agreed to it. When you started to softly snore on her shoulder, she woke you up and led you to bed, telling you she would be just outside on the couch, and you finally had a peaceful sleep. No one kicking you or rolling around in the bed. Just you, and your knight in shining armour outside.

#miranda hilmarson #miranda hilmarson x reader #top of the lake #gender neutral reader #angst #hurt/comfort #answered request #kinda heavy angst #stockholm syndrome #sorry if this was too heavy or deviated too much from what you envisioned #loved the ask <3

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prismuffin · 1 year

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I don't know why this is so funny to me, but how do you think the rest of the male Justice league members, would react to a Gotham rouge Reader moving out of Gotham and setting up base in their City instead.

The biggest complaint the reader has is that it's cramped in Gotham and he can't do his petty schemes in peace. (Ex: Stealing a broken street sign, so the city is forced to replace it with a brand new sign.)

- Crow

A/n: SO sorry this took a minute Crow! I just got off of work not too long ago and my computer was acting up! I kinda turned this into you being kinda a "villain", (but not really but you do commit crimes) and attempting to make them go back to being a hero after they leave. But anyway, I think-

Wally would probably think you did it on purpose, (you totally did, don't lie to me). He'd be annoyed but amused? Like he's curious as to why you left Gotham, and after hearing that getting beaten to a pulp for something as simple as littering wasn't ideal for you he'd just laugh and agreed. He told you not to get into too much trouble but that'd be very boring. Wally tried to ignore your growing threatening presence in his town but it was as if you were testing his patience specifically, and you were but still. If you actually did enough to make him go back to being kid flash he'd probably resent you for a while but would quickly find the little cat and mouse game you guys have going on fun.

Bruce immediately knew you did it on purpose, of course you would try and make him become Batman again. He probably wouldn't necessarily care as to why you left Gotham because he thinks he knows the whole reason. But after explaining that it's not all about him and that Gotham was just a shithole in general then he'd just be annoyed. Like out of all the places to move to you moved to the one place where he was?? He left Gotham because of the crime rate and yet here you were dragging that crime with you. He wouldn't try and stop you even if you taunted him specifically but he'd definitely keep up with any news about you and if you were close to being caught.

Superman would probably just think it was a coincidence, finding you in the same city as him. He would probably be the quickest to return to his mantle, though not officially. He'd stop you from your petty crimes and ask what you were really doing in his city. When you explain that you just wanted to leave Gotham because you can't do your crimes in peace he'd probably reply with something cheesy like "Well it seems you won't be able to do them at all, not with me here." He'd probably turn you in to the police then get annoyed when you break out and taunt him. To you, it's a bit of a joke especially since you already completed your mission of making him because Superman again. To him however, it's a lot more serious. He's gonna take you down and keep you down. You find it so funny cause you really aren't doing anything too bad.

Flash would initially be a bit like Bruce. He knows why your here and no he's not gonna let you get to him. However he finds himself drawn to things like newspapers addressing your recent crimes for small rewards or warnings that come on TV about your vandalism and such. Seeing you taunt him practically every day while not getting caught is almost angering him. Yeahhhh he definitely let you get to him. He literally doesn't care why you left Gotham honestly. He kinda goes from Bruce to Wally in a way, at first he was very annoyed but after catching you a couple of times, he ends up getting back into the groove of being the Flash pretty quickly.

( i'm so tired i'm sorry if this is short!! )

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