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#cause i 'trapped him in my miserable little life'

strniohoeee · 5 months

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Could you write a Matt x fem y/n where she gets overwhelmed with life (or something like that) and she tries to hide it from Matt. She fails miserably and in telling him what’s wrong she has a panic attack, so he has to guide her through it. Like kind of angsty in the beginning but very fluffy in the end? If that’s okay with you?

Trapped

Pairing: Matt Sturniolo X Female Reader

Synopsis: Y/N is struggling to balance her stressful life without realizing it. Unable to figure out what’s wrong some questions from Matt make her spiral and panic takes place🗣️

Warnings⚠️: None it’s just short 😭

Song for the imagine: Silver Soul- Beach House

Trap

(Past tense) Trapped

Verb

Prevent (someone) from escaping from a place

Lately my mind has been clouded by this overwhelming feeling of stress. I’m not usually a stressed person, but when I do find myself getting overwhelmed I handle it well.

But right now in this moment I wasn’t sure what was wrong and why I couldn’t control these feelings. I suppose it’s true that stress is a silent killer.

I couldn’t really pinpoint why my mind was racing and I felt this impending doom waiting for me. Like I was on the brink of snapping?

To make matters worse I’ve been distancing myself from Matt and his brothers because I didn’t want to seem like a buzz kill. Constantly plagued by the “what’s wrong” was making me annoyed. Because I simply couldn’t say what was wrong because I didn’t even know.

Matt had come over to my apartment to spend the night with me. I felt horrible because he was so excited and I just wanted peace and quiet, and to go to sleep.

I was being such a bitch, and I tried not to be but it was becoming very hard. My mind was constantly racing and for what? I had no idea….

“Baby are you okay?” Matt asked me, snapping me out of my trance

“Huh what?” I said looking at him

“Well I’ve been talking to you and you haven’t said a thing” he said furrowing his brows at me

“I’m- I’m sorry” I said shaking my head

“Are you sure you’re okay? You seem off” he replied rubbing my arm

“Yes Matt I’m fine” I said sternly kind of brushing his arm off of me

“Oh uhh I’m sorry” he said snatching his hand back

“Listen I’m sorry I’m just not feeling the best today” I said rubbing my forehead

“Would you like to talk about it?” He asked repositioning himself on the couch

“What is there to talk about when I don’t even know what’s going on in my brain” I said frustrated

“I’m not trying to make you upset so we don’t have to talk about” he said looking at me

“I’m sorry, okay, it’s not you I promise. I’m just stressed” I said back to him

“Well baby what are you stressed about?” He asked reading my face for an answer

“Matt I don’t know okay” I said feeling my heart beat quicken

“It’s okay” he said rubbing my knee which caused my anxiety to spike even more

His over analyzing of the situation made my brain go haywire. Anxious thoughts infiltrating my mind.

“I’m just stressed about a lot…..my content, and then my part time job and then also juggling school, and then my mom called me the other day to say that my dog is probably dying, and I have tons of bills and so much stuff to do and such little time” I said my chest rising and falling

“It’s okay to feel that way. You’re young and you’re doing a lot and living on your own isn’t easy” he said tucking my hair behind my ear

“And the warranty is up for my car so I have to call and purchase it again, and my manager has been trying to get a meeting in with me, and I have to fly back home in two weeks”

“and….and…..why does my chest feel like it’s tightening?” I suddenly blurted out the last part

“Y/N, you have to calm down okay. You’re freaking yourself out just breathe” Matt said sitting up

“I can’t breathe and my hearing is going out, my vision seems blurry? Am I going to pass out?? Why can’t I breathe Matt?” I said breathing quickly and erratically

“Listen to me, okay listen to my voice. You’re having a panic attack. You need to focus on your breathing and calm down” he said grabbing my hands and sitting in front of me

“I can’t” I said staring blankly as tears ran down my face

“Yes you can baby” he said

“Why am I crying?” I asked trying to breathe

“You’re having a breakdown, you’re going to be okay just do as I say” he replied back

“Remember when I took you to the cape and we went to that river?” He asked me

“Yes” I said shakily

“Okay now breathe in through your nose and out through your mouth” he said wiping my tears

“Well remember how beautiful it looked, and how vibrant the tree were….we sat down on a rock and you put your feet in the water” he said to me

“Yes I remember” I replied blinking my tears away

“And you tried to count the rocks in the water but you couldn’t” he said

“Yeah there were too many I kept messing up” I said laughing a bit

“And then you just focused on the water running through your feet, and you said that-“ I cut him off

“I said that it felt like silk running along my skin” I replied smiling at him

“Exactly, and you said the wind blowing through your hair made you feel like a main character in a movie” he replied laughing

“Yes I remember” I said laughing

“And do you remember who was there with you?” He asked and to this I furrowed my eyebrows

“Of course Matt, it was you” I said looking at him

“Exactly, I will be with you no matter what. I will always be by your side” he said kissing my knuckles

I had calmed down and my mind had cleared. Finally coming to my senses at what just happened. My body and mind feeling exhausted

“Thank you Matt” I said smiling at him

“Always my love. I’ll always be here for you. You should never let yourself get this way. If you ever feel any amount of stress just tell me I can help you” he said rubbing my cheek with his thumb

“I’m sorry I just don’t want to seem like a burden” I replied looking down

“You’re never a burden. Because when I’m stressed you’re always there to help me and I want you to do the same” he told me

“Okay Matt I will. I promise” I said leaning into his chest after he sat back on the couch

“Listen, you're doing well enough to quit your part time job, and if you ever need any money for anything just let me know okay. I want to help you! I’ll fly with you back home, and I'll go to the dealership to get the warranty package for your car again. Let’s look at your calendar together and schedule the meeting with your manager. And I can help be your study buddy for your courses” he replied rubbing my shoulders

“Thank you Matt I really appreciate it” I said melting into his touch

“This is what I’m here for! To be there for you always” he replied kissing my shoulder

“I love you” I said

“I love you too” he replied back

I looked over my shoulder and he placed a kiss on my lips. A kiss that let me know how loved I was….

The End

Hiiiii I hope you enjoyed this one! I have two stories similar to this on my page, so I tried my best to make it different😭😭 I love yall and I hope you enjoyed this one🥹🖤🖤

-J💅🏽

#sturniolo triplets #sturniolo x reader #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo triplets imagines #matt sturniolo fanfic #matt sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo imagines

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sirfrogsworth · 1 year

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The Decision

Taking care of my dad has been challenging but probably the most rewarding thing I've ever done. In the past year I've had to push myself beyond my limits, beyond my illness, and do everything I could to make sure my dad was comfortable as his body slowly failed him.

I hadn't driven in over a decade, but he needed to get to dialysis so I took the entire driving test like a teenager in order to get my license again. I had to move out of my cozy basement command center and upstairs into the light. I hate the light. Much too bright. Since then we have been spending almost every second of every day together. This causes us to get on each others' nerves on occasion. But most of the time we are happy to have each others' company.

My job is mostly supervision and problem solving. I watch him to make sure he doesn't fall. But if he did fall, I needed a way to get him back up. So I found an electric chair lift. I just scoot his butt on and raise him back up. If he had a medical problem, I would figure out which doctor could help him. If his feet were cold, I would find battery-powered heated slippers to keep his toes toasty. Our house is filled with little solutions I found to make him as comfortable and safe as possible.

If he needs help with anything I am always right there to assist. It's usually little things, but for him, sometimes little things can be impossible things.

I was proud to do this and I believe it brought us closer than we have ever been.

Wednesday morning the surgery team came to visit my dad and look at his foot. They told me they cannot save the foot. My dad would need a below-the-knee amputation. This would require two months of grueling, painful rehab. Then another month or two for him to adjust to a prosthetic leg. Which he may not be able to tolerate with his balance issues.

Then the lung doctor came in. He said my dad's breathing could improve, but probably not to a comfortable degree. He explained with my dad's congestive heart failure getting worse, he is probably looking at another six months to a year of life, but only if everything with the amputation goes well.

I asked the lung doctor if this was all worth it. Four months of painful recovery from amputation just to live another two months? He said a reasonable person could decide it is worth it. That some people want to squeeze every second out of life. But another reasonable person might decide that quality of life is more important than length of life.

My dad has been unhappy with his health struggles for a while now. Dialysis is just awful. He sits in a chair for four hours, three times per week, and comes home absolutely wiped out. He sleeps for two to three hours and then feels miserable the rest of the night. Sometimes he will recover from the dialysis and then it is time to get more dialysis. Sundays were his only real day of rest because he had an extra day of recovery time.

He has breathing difficulties and they are getting worse. He can't take deep breaths so his lungs keep filling with CO2. The CO2 exacerbates his delirium and confusion. He has to wear an uncomfortable BiPAP breathing mask for hours to get rid of the CO2. Once the CO2 is blown off, he switches to high flow oxygen in his nose. The CO2 builds up again... back to the BiPAP. It has become a vicious cycle.

He is constantly trying to right his balance when he walks. He has arthritis pain that never stops. And because his circulation is so bad, his extremities are always either tingling or stinging him with neuropathy pain. Those heated slippers were his only refuge.

His depression is obvious. He curses at every little inconvenience. Every dropped pill due to his hands not working. Every time he bumps into the wall with his walker. Every time he fails to stand up, having to try multiple times. Everything frustrates him.

He hates being tethered to oxygen. He feels trapped in a 50 foot radius. He constantly wishes for nothing more than to go outside and take his riding mower for a spin.

I try to entertain him with new movies and TV shows, but he has trouble concentrating on new things. Sometimes he prefers just to watch his NCIS shows that he has seen many times. That way he won't get frustrated if he falls asleep and misses the ending.

And... he lost his wife.

He has had to exist without her for a year now and he sometimes forgets she is gone. He'll call out to her and she won't respond. He'll think she is still lying next to him in bed only to discover it is the pillow supporting his back. I think when she died a part of himself died as well. He lost a huge reason to keep fighting.

And since he has been back in the hospital, his delirium and confusion have returned. He is more lucid in the mornings after sleeping. But the exhaustion from not getting enough sleep, dialysis, his foot infection and pain, the drugs, the constant in-and-out of people checking on him... it's just too much. His brain cannot function without restful sleep. So he ends up hallucinating and losing the ability to communicate.

There just does not seem to be a path forward where he could have a comfortable quality of life.

In the height of his foot pain he has exclaimed many times "I WANT TO DIE." And while I know part of that was due to his misery and frustration and pain in that moment... I think that exclamation contained his unfiltered wishes.

He was lucid Wednesday morning and we had a good conversation. He did not want to endure months of recovery and rehab. He did not want the pain of losing a leg. He did not want to fight for every breath. He did not want to lose access to clear thoughts on a regular basis. And he did not want to continue on without the love of his life.

There is this selfish part of me that wanted to convince him to keep fighting. He is my best friend. He is the greatest father I could ask for. Taking care of him this past year has given me great purpose. It has been an honor to help take care of him--as he had done for me all of my life.

Lately, he has had trouble getting into bed and covering himself up. So I have been tucking him in every night just like he did for me when I was little. First I have to arrange his pillows just right. One between his legs and one for him to hug. I put on his toasty slippers to keep his feet warm. I pull the covers up, give him a hug, tell him I love him, and say goodnight. Then I ask his Alexa speaker to play Billy Joel for him to fall asleep to. And I love doing that for him. I feel happy that we got through another day.

Whenever I am alone in our house, I miss him. I have never been in an empty house. It just feels wrong. And I'm not sure I am ready to adjust to that reality.

I want to watch another season of Cardinal's baseball with him. He loves The Mandalorian so much and I want to watch the new episodes with him. I downloaded every John Wayne movie, and even though I don't always care for those films, I like seeing him smile as he watches The Duke get into trouble.

I don't want to lose both of my parents in the span of a year.

And, well, I also don't want to lose the house. I don't want to live on my own. I don't want to worry about not having enough money to live. These are just things I can't help worrying about. And I feel guilty for worrying about myself during this time.

I have all of these reasons to want him to continue on. And I bet if I asked him to keep trying, he would do that for me. He would continue suffering and struggling for me. Because there has never been a time in his life that he would not do *anything* for his sons.

That's just who he is.

But I know I have to filter those feelings and reasons out. I know I can't ask my father to endure any more pain and misery because I fear being alone. He has always done what is best for me, and now I need to return the favor.

He has lived a long life. He had a wife that he loved. He had two sons that he raised and instilled his values in. He has a beautiful legacy that will live on in us.

He has nothing left to accomplish in this world.

He told me he wanted an out but he didn't know how to go about it. But I did. And I had to fight the urge to keep it to myself. I did not want to tell my father how to end his life. And telling him almost felt like I was personally killing him.

Thursday morning his favorite doctor is going to come speak to us. She is his kidney doctor. She is going to explain the process of stopping dialysis. With palliative care, it can be a relatively painless exit. Over a few weeks his kidneys will fail to filter out toxins. They will build up in his system. And eventually he will fade to black.

My mother had a horrible, painful, lonely death. Her final words were over a telephone because of COVID restrictions. The last time I saw her was across the ICU through a glass window.

Thankfully, my dad will be able to go out on his own terms.

He will be comfortable and surrounded by loved ones.

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rafecameronsslutt · 6 months

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Toxic Possessive! Rafe x Carrera Fem! Reader

↳⇁ You Can't Seem To Escape Toxic a Relationship, With Rafe.

Warnings! Rafe being Aggressive and Possessive Reader wanting to Leave.

You Were Finally able to do good for yourself. Without Rafe knowing You Only Wanted a peaceful life without the constant Thought of Rafe arguing with you over some stupid shit. You hated when he took control of your own life, as in: what you could wear, Where you could go. or who you could talk to you.

Rafe Even hated your friends which were. Pouge's Except for one and that was your sister Kiara Carrera she tried numerus times to help you leave Rafe but what ever you tried to do always failed miserable being caught and trapped in his arms once again for the last time.

You Loved Rafe, But his ways made you want to hide and run away forever but the consequences of that sudden action would cost you maybe even your life if you weren't careful enough the constant bickering of Rafe telling you if you ever try to leave him he would hunt you down if he has to caused you to be slightly afraid and began to overthink a little bit.

but he could be just saying that to make you stay Right? or so you thought. You were hanging out with Kie and Sarah at your place your parents were home they wouldn't be back until summer break was over they left a spear key just in case you and Kie needed anything or for Emergencies.

''were are they boys?' you asked Kie You haven't seen JJ, Pope or John B since earlier today they were out getting snacks and drinks to celebrate summer break with each other while waiting you and the girls decided to take some funny pictures with each other.

'' omg you should def post that!'' Sarah said in an excited Tone. Even when You were dating her brother you didn't really mind Hanging with Sarah she was anything like her brother Rafe it was like you could tell her any and everything.

''I'll be right back guys I'm going to go use the bathroom'' they nodded understanding You took your phone with you just in case mom and dad had called you. You soon felt the vibration of your phone. it was Rafe calling you. with slight hesitation you answered putting the phone on speaker.

"hey baby what's Up?'' you asked as you pretended to fix your hair in the mirror Rafe only started at you with a smirk attached to his face.

''Nothing much, What are you doing?'' You shrugged mentioning how you were hanging out with Sarah and your sister. right along with the others would swing by.

you would see the way you mentioned. Pope, JJ and john B coming over Rafe Didn't like that you would always hang around them he came quite Possessive when you were around them not caring if they were your friends or not.

''Y/n you know I don't like when their around you I want you to come stay with me tonight'' You rolled your eyes this was the night you had free time away from Rafe and you of course wasn't going to let him spoil it nor ruin it for you.

''Rafe no tonight is special and I can't just up and leave them'' Hoping he would at least give in you had pleaded.

''Y/n Don't start with your fucking stubbornness okay do as I asked you to'' his voice stern and deep with command.

"No Rafe I'll Call You when I'm done and then come over right now I wanna enjoy my time with my friends'' With that you didn't give him enough time to respond once you clicked the red button hanging up in his face which you wouldn't suspect would be a problem later on.

once you made it back to the living room you saw that they had started without you.

''there she is our favorite kook'' JJ yelled you gave him a unsatisfactory look of unprovable.

"eww Shut up JJ I rather be with the Pouge's because I Love you guys so much'' Sarah awed as she laid her head on your shoulder.

"says the one dating a kook aka being Sarah's brother'' Pope says smartly causing you to roll your eyes at him directly.

''shut up at least I'm still not a fucking virgin'' JJ and John B snickered trying to hold back a laugh which they failed at.

"okay that's fair'' pope pouted feeling defeated which he was.

A couple of hours had passed, and you couldn't fight the feeling of Rafe Being angry at you You had goosebumps maybe he wouldn't be too made right?

You Knew Rafe hated when you would also disobey him but you couldn't help but wanting to be with your friends and enjoying the laughter of each other it made you feel good inside.

''you guys we should play truth or dare'' Sarah mentioned and suggested you nodded in agreement and amusement. JJ lifted his eyebrows In a questioning manner.

"I'll play only if it's spicy'' John B added Kie simply rolled her eyes but agreed to play anyways because she was only bored.

''I'll go first truth or dare JJ?'' Sarah asked JJ thought for a moment before going a simple Truth.

''alright is it true that you and Kie got down and dirty in Y/n's room'' JJ and Kie both Looked at each other before turning there gaze towards you you looked at both of them disgusted.

"WHAT THE FUCK THAT'S DISGUSTING'' you yelled.

" i promise it was just on the floor and plus my room was flooded and mom and dad were in the house and your room is soundproof'' Kie says.

"says the kook who fucked her boyfriend in the back yard of John B's house'' you flicked JJ off.

"okay Pope Truth or dare'' Pope right away chose dare in his own Amusement because he wasn't a pussy like anyone else or so he would say.

''I dare you to make out with Y/n'' you and pope gasped you were really close friends but you never imagined kissing him before and the same with pope to you. but it was only a dare no feelings attached what so ever.

''are you sure you want to?'' Pope asked wanting your full consent before caring on with the stupid dare. you nodded only wanting to get this over with, Pope scoots closer towards you before grabbing the side of your face attaching his lips with yours.

''THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!'' the sudden sound of your boyfriends deep booming voice echoed causing you to jump and pull away from pope with a harsh shove. you felt the harsh tug of rafe yanking you up dragging you outside to his truck.

"ow Rafe the hell Let me Go!'' you yelled he slams your back against his truck causing you to wince out in pain.

''YOUR SUCH A FUCKING SLUT YOU KNOW THAT, FIRST YOU WANNA HANG UP ON ME TWO DISOBEY ME AND THREE KISS THAT LOW DOWN FUCKING POUGE YOUR THAT FUCKING DICK HUNGRY HUH? Rafe grabs your face squeezing tightly you clawed at his hand as tears peaked from your eyes.

"Rafe Let me Go Your Hurting me!'' You Yelled Out. Rafe didn't even think twice as he continued to yell in your face.

''WHEN WE GET HOME YOUR FUCKING OVER DO YOU UNDERSTANND ME THIS WILL BE THE FINALE TIME YOU FUCKING FUCK ME OVER!' Rafe then opens the truck door roughly shoving you inside. without even saying anything to your sister or your friends guess you would have to text kie later. because Rafe wasn't gonna let you out of his sight.

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e-nonsense · 2 years

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𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐲, 𝐨𝐡 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬

⇢ ᴊᴀꜱᴏɴ ᴛᴏᴅᴅ x ꜰᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ {ᴀɴʏ!ᴠᴇʀꜱᴇ}

⇢ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛʀᴏɴɢᴇꜱᴛ ꜱᴏʀᴄᴇʀᴇꜱꜱ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴄᴜ, ʜᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏɴꜱᴛᴀɴᴛɪɴᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ (ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀᴄᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ ɢᴇᴛ ᴀʟᴏɴɢ, ɴᴏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʜᴀᴛᴇ ꜱʜɪᴛ). ꜱʜᴇ ᴀʟꜱᴏ ʜᴇʟᴘꜱ ᴊᴀꜱᴏɴ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ꜱʜᴇ ᴄᴀɴ, 'ᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ'ʀᴇ ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴇᴅ.

⇢ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ » ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇ, ᴊᴏʜɴ ᴄᴏɴꜱᴛᴀɴᴛɪɴᴇ, ᴍᴀɢɪᴄ, ᴅᴇᴍᴏɴɪᴄ ᴘᴏꜱꜱᴇꜱɪᴏɴ

"Wait up" Duke's voice was slightly drowned out by rain, the rest of the Bats followed behind him. Earlier in the night, Nightwing had been cursed by some inexperienced warlock and well he turned into a baby. Also he clung to Jason like his life depended on it.

So here they were, the majority of the 3 of 5 Robins and Batman, walking up a mountain, trying to get to a friend of Jason's, they weren't even sure if you were that.

"where are we even going?"

"to see my wife" Dick cheered, and Jason smiled at him.

It was Bruce's turn to ask questions "your what?!"

Jason forgot that nobody else except for Dick and whoever you told knew he was married, "my wife" he looked at them and down at his brother "I'll explain later, we're here"

He pushed the doors open, well tried to before you sensed his presence and the doors opened for him opened the door. Your butler, Jamie wasn't waiting on the other side for once.

What they hadn't expected to see was flashing lights.

Yellow and red?

And yelling "You fucking idiot, you brought it here?!" you, but who were you yelling at?

"In all honesty love, I didn't think it would follow me" Constantine, oh how Jason despised him. He took every opportunity to piss Jason off, like standing too close to you, or holding your hand. He knew you didn't care much for it, because you both viewed each other platonically and you tried to get him to stop but John Constantine was a stubborn man.

But it also made Jason a little insecure, John was a powerful warlock despite what everyone would say he was a nice guy. You probably related to him more, both of you deal with the supernatural everyday.

But everytime Jason has those thoughts you shoot it down, you make him know that he's the only one you'd ever want, the only person you'd ever need.

"It's from hell, John! Of course it'd find you" you took a quick break from yelling at him to mutter a spell under your breath.

Chains appeared from the ceiling, shackling the demon and ripping it from the woman's body. The ruins you had drawn on the bottom of your carpet came in handy for once. It trapped the demon in place, as the two of you performed another spell to send it back to hell.

"Another day, another demon" John breathed out "you alright love?"

"I'm going to kill you Johnny" you grinned, turning around you saw Jason. "I thought I sensed your presence Jase"

The bats mustn't have realised they were staring until you started to walk up to Jason, and gave him a kiss and looked down at the oddly familiar baby he was carrying.

"aww, hi dickiebird" you cooed at the baby waving your fingers at him as he giggled.

"We need your help" Jason smiled at you.

"So, Johnny what do you think?" baby Dick Grayson was asleep in your arms as you turned the page of some old book about age regression magic, pointing at something and John looked over to read it. It wasn't hard magic, but most of the time done on accident, like a slip of the tongue, or mispronouncing something.

When he finished reading the paragraph you showed him, he spoke "sounds about right, and should be simple enough to fix"

Batman was confused, how come Constantine hadn't spoken about you before? Why hadn't Jason told him? Maybe 'cause Bruce would've acted very weirdly about it, like full background check and stalking weird.

Damian was the one to ask though, as if he read his father's mind "how did you two meet?"

you looked up and smiled "I tried to kill him"

Jason laughed at the memory, Dick had been there with him when it happened. "Hm, failed miserably might I add"

"Oh fuck off babe" you grinned

"Why?"

"Because I heard her a mile away" he spoke, earning a soft mutter of liar from you.

Damian was getting irritated "no why did she try to kill you?"

you looked at the current Robin again "thought he was some possessed corpse"

"Can you help Grayson?" Damian hesitated at first, but asked none the less. "Yeah should be able to, but-"

"but?"

You looked at John, "nothing important, I'll help yeah?" he answered for you.

"I hate non-verbal magic"

About thirty minutes later, you had drawn the runes on the walls. And started the spell, you went red? Like your hands and your body were engulfed by a red glow.

You were beautiful.

Most of the time Jason spent thinking about, he would wonder how he deserved you, how you a literal goddess could look at him and see beauty. You often called him graceful, telling him that even Greek sculptors could never create something as beautiful and flawless as him, no statue, no being in any universe compared to your husbands beauty and grace.

And you let him know it everytime, he often turned red and hid his face in your neck or in your hair. One time the Outlaws heard you tell him that, and every single one of them were speechless- even Roy.

You always managed to remind Jason he was loved, no matter what.

ᴛᴀɢ/ꜱ: @co-sharkie

#jason todd x reader #enzo writes [📝]#red hood x reader #dc x reader #j.t imagines #dc imagine #I knew I was going somewhere with this but then I forgot

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atopvisenyashill · 2 months

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If Jaehaerys was all about minimizing the power of Targaryen daughters but marrying them off to less-than-ideal suitors (love that idea), how do you think that applies to the match of Rhaenys and Corlys? Does it, even? Or does it need to, given expected Rhaenys's station at the time? He says she couldn't have picked a better man.

And, also, do you think this can be applied to Daemon's match with Rhea?

LETS DIG INNNN okay this got so longgggg but i was trying to be fair while also discussing like, so much sex crime-

So like the post said re: Alyssa & Baelon’s marriage, I think there's some interference from Alysanne here. Especially early on in their marriage, before she's made it clear that she can in fact live without his ass, I think we have several cases where he's ~indulging~ Alysanne's more romantic ideas about what ruling should look like and what being a targaryen should be about. Giving her wins that ultimately don’t cost him much (before she starts asking for things he doesn’t approve of).

I think by the time Rhaenys marries Corlys, Jaehaerys has already written her off as a potential heir, but if he denies her marriage to Corlys, that risks not only pissing off Corlys - who imo already has A Whole Thing about being Just As Valyrian As The Targaryens, so he will take offense - but also tips Alysanne off to the fact that he has no intention of letting the crown pass to Rhaenys or her sons. He knows this is a sore spot for her because she insisted that little Daenerys be considered crown princess and heir over Aemon, and Jaehaerys already brushed her off about that. So if he tries to marry Rhaenys off to like, a Tully who already has three heirs or some random Darry, Alysanne is going to argue that Rhaenys deserves a much loftier match given her status, and get really paranoid about why Rhaenys is getting a shitty match. I think he's trying to put off naming Baelon as his/Aemon’s heir for as long as possible because he knows it's going to be a fight, especially given that Alysanne is usually the one in charge of marriages, and this has precedent (that marriages are the Queen's domain - Visenya and Rhaenys made marriage matches as well).

But also. I think (and I can't believe I'm gonna do my man Ned dirty like this) that like Ned (bleh), Jaehaerys learns the "wrong lesson" from his sister. Rhaena married extremely beneath her and that caused major problems for her, so Jaehaerys is making sure that Rhaenys doesn't marry far beneath her as well. Because see, Rhaena spends much of her life miserable, without a direction in life, without even a castle to her name that she can hide out in. Everything that is hers is actually Jaehaerys' and it eats away at her until the day she dies. Beyond that, keeping Rhaena on as a guest is expensive because people want to see her, because she comes with her own household, and because she has a whole ass dragon that needs to be fed. So even if she wanted to live off the goodwill of others, that goodwill runs out quick due to logistics. She only gets Harrenhal because Maegor Towers is sickly and the last of his line, and even then, it's not really hers - it belongs to the crown.

I think Jaehaerys looked at how unhappy she was and what a huge pain in the ass it was, and figures he needs to give Rhaenys a consolation prize in a way he doesn’t need to give to the younger daughters, bc they never had a chance to inherit. Rhaenys has assumed the crown will pass if not to her then to her son, as has Alysanne, and I think its likely Aemon and Jocelyn also assumed that the crown would pass to Rhaenys' eventual son. Jaehaerys can’t just deny her all the trappings of being crown princess/mother to a king and expect her to take it lying down. And to be clear, I do think there’s some emotional aspect to this - I think he did feel guilty over stealing Rhaena’s crown and throne even if he felt he was doing it ~for the good of the realm bc Aegon had died. When Rhaena makes her “you are rhaenys i am visenya i have always known this” comment, she nails the dynamic, but I think Rhaena being the ~rejected bride~ does hurt Jaehaerys - she deserved, in his eyes, to grow old with their brother and have the power of a queen consort. BUT. At the same time, he’s a raging violent misogynist who believes Alysanne is the only exception to her gender, that it is simply right and natural that a woman only derives power from her husband. It’s why Baelon gets to claim Balerion when he’s young, but Alyssa is barred until her wedding. A dragon is a responsibility, a realm is a burden, and in his eyes Alyssa Velaryon, Rhaena, and Visenya all failed to live up to the challenge. So yes, he wants something good for Rhaenys - he wants her to have a happier life than Rhaena did, and he’s willing to gamble just like he did with the Baelon/Alyssa marriage, and indulge Rhaenys and Alysanne in giving her a dragon and a husband who could back her claim because she needs something to keep her calm when he inevitably usurps her, in contrast to the way Rhaena had absolutely nothing to distract her from her misery. And his gamble pays off is the thing - he neutralizes her dragon and her husband bc Corlys is off fighting still when the announcement is made, and Rhaenys is heavily pregnant and probably not really riding Meleys. He figured - bc of his love for Alyssa, Alysanne, and Rhaenys, however goddamn deranged and ultimately meaningless that love is - that he could move the pieces enough to get the outcome he thought was best and he was right!

For Daemon's part, I do think this is part of why Alysanne ships him off to the Vale yes. Notable to me that every marriage match does have a seat of their own, even if it's not an important one, unlike second son Androw Farman - Daella would have gotten the Eyrie, Viserra would have gotten White Harbor, and while none of Saera's matches were lofty they were all heirs with nice enough seats. But Daemon would run into a similar problem where it would be too expensive to keep him around if he marries some random noble lady living with her dad, but if he marries too high up that’s just as bad, so giving him an heiress and then kicking him the fuck out is a good way to deal with him.

BUT. I actually do have a conspiracy theory here that something happened at KL that caused a huge stir within the family and Alysanne dealt with it by shipping Daemon off. What happened? Well...obviously I think Viserys and Daemon got caught fucking lmao, I call myself a Visaemon truther for a reason. I do also think there's a chance that Alysanne suspected Daemon was fucking around with Gael as well - they're only a year apart, they grew up in King’s Landing together, Gael & Alysanne have been back at court a few years, Targaryens love to do that stuff, etc. I’m not saying he IS the father, the timeline is close enough that they could have fucked around but not close enough to have gotten her pregnant - he marries Rhea in 97 and Gael disappears from court in 99. But my other conspiracy about Jaehaerys being the father does kinda fit this too - that Alysanne noticed something was up but suspected the wrong man. I don't think Alysanne would ever want to even entertain the thought that Jaehaerys was raping one of her daughters, even if she realized what he had done to Alysanne herself was rape. Much easier to blame it on/suspect eternal Problem Child Daemon, especially if he's also being groomed by fucking Viserys; he's already an oversexed lecher who seduced gentle, married Viserys away from sweet Aemma, what else isn't he capable of? (and the double tap there of like, hypersexualization of bisexuality + Alysanne’s complete refusal to deal with how unhappy she is with Jaehaerys equals, to me, her constantly punishing her children and grandchildren because she can’t punish Jaehaerys, and proving this point to herself that she couldn’t have been manipulated into marrying him because look, her daughters are marrying the same way as well. And if she suspects even subconsciously that Jaehaerys is raping Gael? And punishes Daemon for ~seducing~ her poor sweet innocent Gael and stealing away Viserys from his sweet innocent wife Aemma? yeah that tracks with how she treats Saera and Viserra).

um tldr i think jaehaerys simply gambled that he could still control the situation when it came to defanging rhaenys, but also knew he couldn’t just give her nothing, if not for sentiment sake, then at least for logistics sake and to avoid a small rebellion, so when rhaenys & alysanne float the match, he can’t say no to it, so he just controls it. and i do think alysanne sent daemon off to the vale in part to defang him as well, yes, in addition to my not insane i’m right conspiracies about exactly what was cookin in king’s landing circa 97-99 ac (it was a lot of sex crimes, that’s what was cookin).

#anti jaehaerys i targaryen #i gotta stop myself here before i go down a rabbit hole akskdkdjjd #anyways once again i fucking hate jaehaerys i think he is the worst targ king and i’m including maegor and aerys ii i don’t give a fuck #just bc he wasn’t as flashy abiut abusing his family & had oodles of dumb luck doesn’t make him a good king #he sucks and he’s not even fun on top of it. once again at least aegon iv aerys ii and maegor have pizzaz.#ummmm #anti alysanne targaryen #idk jic. do i tag gael. do i tag rhaenys.#asks #backjustforberena

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I completed Anne Brontë's Agnes Grey in one day yesterday. I'm in a book hangover, but here are my initial thoughts on the novel, as well as on Anne:

- Anne is an underrated Queen, but I already knew that from The Tenant of Wildfell Hall, her second novel. If only she hadn't died at 29! Agnes Grey was her first foray into novel publishing, and proves how much she developed her talents in the interim between itself and Tenant, which most people would agree is much better.

Yet, for a debut novel, Grey is nevertheless impressive. Her acute observations and descriptions of social experiences are some of the most clear I've ever read, and she was as adept in her satire as Jane Austen. After reading both her novels, Emily's only, and more than one of Charlotte's (Jane, and currently 1/4 through Villette) I can say she's certainly the most moral and progressive Brontë, and maybe even the most socially intelligent. There's a lot of humor in this book, and despite some of the dark themes, it never feels miserable.

Anne was a remarkably resolute woman, which comes through in both her heroines; even when they are oppressed and trapped in the most dire situations, they consciously refuse to adopt a victim mindset, instead trusting in their own strength and resilience. After enduring much suffering, both heroines trust in their faith, focus their energy on creating good lives for themselves, and by doing so achieve happiness in the end.

Anne Brontë's heroines are true examples of female stoics in the original philosophical sense, capable of great empathy and feeling as well as self-control and self-discipline. The Anne Brontë heroine has a quiet confidence about her. She champions moderation and common sense, not because she is boring or easily written off by the misogynistic epithet of "prude," but because she has witnessed true chaos and experienced true misery, and these things have served to make her more calm because she does not internalize them but triumphs over them. She has decided to learn from life's lessons and seek a life of tranquility, simplicity, and faith.

- This novel has everything! We've got the (literally designated) not-so-reformed rake in Sir Thomas Ashby (and what a rakish name that is), we've got some demonic children, we've got a sexy country parson, religious discourse, depictions and poignant criticism of classism, sexism, marriage, animal abuse, etc.

- Mr. Hatfield is basically Mr. Collins from P&P. Matilda rejecting him was golden.

-- The beginning of this novel, summarized: "I can't wait to meet these amazing children I've heard so much about! Gee, I really hope they aren't sociopathic animal torturers! What are the odds, am I right?"

-- No wonder the Brontë's didn't succeed in setting up their own school -- being a governess or teacher was simply horrible back then, as it largely still is today, and I think for the most part some of them simply weren't cut out for the job to begin with -- which is saying nothing bad about them or their abilities. Maybe if they lived today they would have done well as teachers or professors with a little more modern structure and having workers rights, etc...

-- I like the short length of this novel! It goes by very fast, and I read the first 100 pages or so myself very quickly, and the rest in audiobook format, but this is very rare for me. I've become accustomed to the Brontë family "language." I'm glad I didn't start with this novel though; I think it's easier to appreciate Agnes Grey after reading their "greatest hits" (Tenant, Jane, and Heights). It definitely isn't my favorite Brontë novel but then again I don't have a favorite. They each fulfill slightly different functions yet have many overlapping themes, so it's difficult to rank them.

-- I think one of the reasons this novel may not be as popular as it could be is because the first half of the novel is generally bleak and this may cause people to give up. The narrator's life generally improves in the second half of the novel, but still, Grey does not have as much dramatic "umph" as does what I hereby dub the "Brontë Greatest Hits Triad" (Heights/Tenant/Jane) which all will prefer. Still, the novel is worth reading for any Brontë fans as it is good and contains many of the Brontë tropes we all know and love. It also stands as a marked contrast to Anne's second novel The Tenant of Wildfell Hall, and makes me appreciate that novel so much better.

#the bronte sisters #currently reading #book thoughts #book opinions #agnes gray #anne bronte #victorian lit #lit #english literature #literature #books #reading

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revlischarm · 1 year

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Behold, Morro for season 4 in the Lego Monkie Kid au!!

Below the cut I’ve put some details about the season, as well as their design.

• So, Morro gets trapped in the scroll along with everyone else!! Inspired by what one of my friends on discord mentioned, apparently the scrolls work for all memories, not just for recording JTTW stuff.

• Therefore. We’re gonna get some Morro trauma. Since the scroll can put you in the worst memories you had/in some kind of past life, I thought, “what better than to hurl Morro back into his misdeeds as a ghost?”

- That’s why when Morro’s in the scroll, he’s gonna be walking around in his old gi from the show. I didn’t give him a cloak or anything for the sole reason of me having a hard time drawing it

• Boy oh boy Morro absolutely hates having to be dressed in the robes of his past. He’s been trying to move away from what he did, to forge his own identity and life. Yet now he gets put right back where he was, at the peak of his darkest times, and MK and Mei end up bearing witness to it, no less!

• Long story short Morro just. Is going to be miserable this whole season. Their past got dredged up in such a messy way for all to see.

• I don’t wanna give away too much since this post is mainly just for Morro’s season 4 design, hehe.

• You want more info?? Send in asks! I will devour them and answer back dutifully.

• Now onto design talk, tw for some blood stains and detailed description of death for a bit

• The only details I’ll really say for Morro’s scroll design are that his outfit is fairly burnt and torn up in many places, due to how he died. Well, more so the condition his clothes were in when he passed away.

- The front of Morro’s gi is stained with dried blood because of how he died, which I personally believe to be due to the kethanol gas in the Caves of Despair. There’s more info about it on the wiki, but the effects I’ve given to it basically are that prolonged exposure will cause someone to bleed out, with blood coming from the nose and mouth and the eventual exsanguination is the cause of death. So yeah, you just. Drown in your own blood, can’t get enough actual air and asphyxiate, bleed out, etc. The gas can kill you in a number of ways I’d say

• Moving past all that…Morro gets longer ribbons now!! He added on a new ribbon, since he bonded with Red Son at the end of Season 3, and off-screen between the last season and this one, lol. Think of their friendship as…fanning the flames. They kinda just hype each other up and it’s very chaotic.

• Morro actually trains with Macaque to learn some shadow magic!! They’re super interested in learning teleportation via shadows because it’s cool as hell, and they just generally like to spend time with Macaque. After some time, Morro finds that his eye markings are getting kinda…larger and discolored.

- Surprise the universe/gods saw Macaque taking in Morro and went “oh successor??? The Six-Eared Macaque has a successor??” And long story short, after an initial bout of extreme panicking, Morro realizes that he’s now got some cooler new markings!!

- Yes, I’m contractually obligated to change Morro’s eye markings with each new design at this point, lay off me

- I’m very happy with this marking design tho!! It looks very nice and is easy for me to draw. The markings actually manifest themselves in the way of like…scar stuff. And I tried to have them resemble Morro’s actual cursed markings as much as I could, but it was hard to do that when it kept veering into flame territory (which I wasn’t aiming for). So yeah!

- I also added a little chart at the bottom to demonstrate the differences between the markings and also how Macaque’s and Morro’s purples are different. Mac’s is more on the blue hued scale, while Morro’s has more pink tones to it. There!

• And last but not least, the tail(s) of Morro’s sash got longer!! I did this for the purpose of giving their silhouette a more monkey-like appearance, with the longer sash acting as a sort of faux shadow tail. This works great for any silhouette shots!

• So yeah! That’s that! Feel free to ask anymore questions, I’ll be glad to answer!!!

• Oh also I forgot to draw it in but you know how everyone else gets a cool weapon during season 4 from the scroll? Yeah, Morro’s taking the memory of the Sword of Sanctuary with him.

#ninjago #art #lego ninjago #my art #nsg #nsg au #noodle shop ghost au #noodle shop ghost #ninjago morro #morro au #lmk #lmk au #lego monkie kid #lego monkie kid au

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//share the tea sis how does spotlight megatron affects you?

IT'S SO FUCKING BAD IN THERE DUDE IT GETS SO BAD IN SPOTLIGHT MEGATRON IT MAKES SO SICK . Okay for context Megatron was temporarily dead (or out of commission. either way his ass was gone ) and shockwave was like. making him a new body. and in the meantime starscream was leading the cons, which in theory sounds great for her, right? NO megatron had made her such a joke over the years by treating her as unserious and beating the shit out of her in front of them that they all lost respect for her, so literally NONE of them listen to her and just. since they're stranded on an asteroid, they start eating each other for energon. very fun stuff.

anyways thats the context in spotlight megatron its about when he comes back after this and dude its so fucking bad for starscream it makes me sick the entire issue is megatron just being fucking horrible to her. literally for starscreams end of things it started with her being depressed as fuck in the main room and megatron being a little bitch and she's like "i know you're here to beat the shit out of me and mock me just get on with it" and she LITERALLY GRABS HIS ARM CANON AND POINTS IT AT HER LIKE JUST DO IT I KNOW YOU WILL. And all Megatron is thinking is "oh she's already depressed this isn't gonna be fun at all :/" LIKE HELLO WHAT THE FUCK MAN. AND PROCEEDS TO JUST VERBALLY BERATE HER. FOLLOWED BY THIS PANEL LIKE CAN I FUCKING HELP YOU

Like it's just so fucking bad he's literally trying to gode her into fighting him back or saying something nasty or anything cause he doesn't think it's fun when she's just miserable like hello !!!! and she's so miserable that she's just like at this point i fucking hope you do kill me. and he's like oh well if you really wanted to die you would've fought back what you CLEARLY want is punishment so let me beat the shit out of you. and I use this part in my pinned graphic but eaugaugehaahgahgah i'm ill im ill im sick

and of course at the end of all this fucking shit he's like you're welcome and you can work on repaying me for teaching you this valuable lesson. i'm punching a wall the entire issues so fucked up it's just a mental saw trap for starscream from megatron that ends in her getting beat an inch from her life. yay!! so fun!!!!!

#THE GRAND SCHEMER. / * OOC . ❞#captainseamech #like peace and love. i think this should be mandatory reading whenever people wanna go over starscream and megatrons dynamic in IDW #it's so bad in there it makes me so sick #sick in like. not a positive way cause euaeaugaugha but not in a bad way. i think it really. thats true to their dynamic. and im :( about i #this shit haunts her regularly i know it #for more plotpoints on why her and megatrons dynamic make me sick : the entire part early in RID #where he comes back post war and makes her watch as he destroys the one time she built a chance at power for herself #and fucking destroys the first thing she did post war and after him #and then that part in TAAO where shes yelling at bumblebee and literally says #i AM alone in this life because the MOMENT i forgot that life #usually in the form of MEGATRON #WOULD BEAT IT BACK INTO ME.#IS THIS THING ON CAN ANYONE HEAR ME PLEASE #long post #long post tw

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queen-of-writing-bad-things · 4 months

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Henry Danger Reader Insert | Captain Man x Reader: SEASON 3

Episode 7: Hour of Power Part 2

~In the Man Cave~

"Can you turn that off?" Henry bitterly asked Charlotte and Jasper as they watched the viral video of Drex humiliating him in the bakery. They had only just returned to the hideout and the boy was sat with a blanket and his butt in a bucket of ice water, leaving him feeling pretty miserable. Drex had carried on the spanking for at least fifteen minutes after the video was finished and then left to let the crowd laugh at him and (y/n), who was furious that he'd gotten the better of her. That dumb drug, it had left her like jelly and despite the beating he took, Henry graciously helped her walk home. God, this sucked.

"Come on, Schwoz! Get me out of here!" Ray yelled at his handyman as he sat on a chair with both boxes still locked on his head and hands. (y/n) was by his side, her arms around his shoulders to keep him calm, but he was freaking out. The dumb locks wouldn't budge and with this thing on his head, Ray would never be able to see, touch or kiss his girl ever her again. It was a deliberately crafty move from Drex, who was still hellbent on finding the Man and causing more chaos, but one thing at a time.

"Hang on, Ray. He's trying." The young woman pressed a kiss to the edge of his shoulder and felt him relax a little. This was awful, how was he supposed to show her his undying love and loyalty to her and chase away any doubts she had if he couldn't look her in the eye?

"So, how's your bottom?" Jasper asked Henry, who wasn't happy that people kept asking him about his ass. Obviously, it was red raw, it'd been smacked for like twenty minutes by a madman.

"Spanked. It still hurts." He grumbled, shifting his position in the ice bucket o he could plunge his sore skin in further.

"Isn't the ice helping?" Charlotte asked, having hoped that (y/n)'s idea to soak it in the cold would help reduce the swelling. There wasn't much else they could do apart from waiting for it to heal by itself and there was nothing in the woman's magic first-aid kit that would help.

"No. This is is just giving me numb butt." He complained. Now, he couldn't feel his butt, but it still hurt for some reason. Life was just so unfair.

"Ugh! I can't cut through it." Schwoz whined and stopped using his blowtorch when he realised that he wasn't even scratching the surface of the metal. Everything in his toolbox was useless and after this last attempt, he was out of ideas.

"Dang it, why not?" Ray groaned and (y/n) felt his body sag with disappointment. He had really hoped that this would free him and then, he'd be able to kiss his sweet girl until she couldn't think, feel or see anything but the burning love he had for her.

"Because this helmet is made of neutronium, and it has three different thermo-magnatomic locks. The only way to open it is with a special electronic key. Did Drex give you a special electronic key?" Schwoz asked their couple and if they could see Ray's face, they'd know he was giving the genius the same annoyed look as (y/n).

"Oh, yeah, right after he drugged me. Yeah, he was like "Oh, (y/n), I don't hate your boyfriend, why don't you let him out so he can beat my ass?!" Of course, he didn't give us a damn key!!" The young woman snarled at the little man, not believing how thick he was sometimes. How can a guy build a teleporter like it was nothing and still be so dumb?

"Look, if you can't get this helmet off, at least get this freakish nut cluster trap off my hands! I haven't touched my girlfriend in over two hours!" Ray growled, shaking the wooden trap at Schwoz. He was starting to get (y/n) withdrawal symptoms and whiny Ray was what no one wanted.

"Oh, I can get it off!" Jasper exclaimed, thinking he had the perfect solution for his boss's problem. When in doubt, use something shooty!

"What's he doing?" The superhero asked the others when he heard that Jasper was gonna try something. Out of everyone who could help him, he wanted Jasper the least. That kid was dangerous with those great ideas of his.

"No, no, no, no, no!" "Jasper, no!" "Hang on a minute, that's dange—" Too late. Jasper grabbed a small blaster from a cabinet drawer and before he could heed anyone's warnings, he fired a blast at Ray, shattering the box and freeing his hands. It worked, Ray was semi-free, but it also sent him and (y/n) flying back with a load of splinters.

"Ja-Jasper, did you just fire a blaster at me? Son, I asked you a question!" Ray exclaimed in anger as (y/n) groaned in pain. She was always in the wrong place at the wrong time.

"Hold on, doofus. Try again." She winced and stood up so she could make her boyfriend face the right way. There was no point in telling someone off if your anger is directed at a wall.

"Did you just fire a blaster at me?" He repeated the question as (y/n) wondered my her arm was still hurting. Oh right, there was a huge wood stake sticking out of it, fun.

"Well, yeah, because you're indestructible. And look, I got your hands free. You can hold (y/n)'s hand and...stuff." Jasper pointed out that even though the execution was the best, his plan had a good outcome.

"Oh yeah..." Ray's hands began to grab at the air in search of the young woman he so desperately wanted to hold, but she was sorting out her little problem.

"Just a minute, got a massive piece of wood in my arm." She muttered and nonchalantly yanked it out without a second thought. It was funny, one year ago, the injury would make her sob like a baby, but now, she could just let her body do its thing and not worry about her wounds.

"What? You got wood in her arm?!" Ray hissed at Jasper, but it wasn't very scary since he was talking to the air next to Jasper.

"She's got super-healing! And now, your hands are free, that's the important thing." Jasper reiterated his earlier point, but the superhero was still pissed off.

"Right, so now, I can gesture like this! Go upstairs!" Ray pointed to the store above their heads, even though his body was drifting to face the wrong direction again. He was trying to be authoritative, but he just looked funny.

"Yes, sir..." Jasper complied and trudged towards the elevator. He never got to have any fun.

"Uh...maybe you should go take a nap...with (y/n)," Charlotte advised him, seeing that he needed to calm down. Sleep always helped and having his girl there was even better, but Ray wasn't up for it.

"Drex is on the loose! I gotta get this stupid thing off my head! Until then, I'm useless..." Ray sighed and bit his lip to hold back tears. The offer of being alone with (y/n) where no one could bother them was tempting, but if he couldn't see her smile or bury his face into her hair like he always did when they fell asleep, then what was the point?

"You're not useless." The young woman reassured him and squeezed his hand lovingly. Normally, she'd give him a gentle kiss to make him feel better, but that wasn't possible right now, so she settled for the next best thing.

"Then I guess you and Henry gotta stop Drex." Charlotte looked from the young woman to her friend, who was still looking downhearted in his butt bucket.

"Pfft, are you serious? I can't take on Drex." Henry scoffed and looked at his hands. He'd faced him once and look where that got him, sat in a tube of ice with a sore ass whilst the entire city laughed at him. What could he do? He was a kid, who for a time thought he was invincible, but really, he was just a boy who was lucky enough to be picked for a special job.

"Henry, I can't fight him alone." (y/n) told him, feeling concerned at how defeatist he was being. She'd never be able to fight Drex by herself, he'd wipe the floor with her.

"Why not you can't?" Schwoz asked the kid. His words were confusingly jumbled, but everyone got the gist. He wanted answers like them as to why the usually courageous boy was scared stiff.

"'Cause! I tried to fight that guy and he stuffed me in cake batter and spanked me while (y/n) was forced to watch." Henry replied in a cold voice and stood up from the icy water with the red blanket tied securely around his waist.

"Where are you going?" Charlotte asked him as he shuffled past her. They needed him, he couldn't just give up.

"Home," Henry answered and ignored everyone's hurt and bewildered faces. Since when did Kid Danger let one thing shatter his resilience and enthusiasm?

"Home? No, no, no, Hen!" (y/n) whimpered and tried to grab hold of the boy's wrist, but he just harshly shook off her grip. Without him, the Man Cave would be one member down and that broke her heart.

"Come on, Henry, you can't just go home, not when this town needs you most." Ray joined in, and his hand felt the air around it to find (y/n)'s. She was starting to tremble, she hated goodbyes, especially when they were like this.

"This town needs a superhero. Or...at least a decent sidekick., who has skills or...a superpower like (y/n)'s or....anything. I'm nothing. I'm not even wearing pants." Henry sniffed and this heartbroken look on his face would stay with his friends forever. He threw his whiz watch to a chair and shuffled off to the tubepads, being careful to keep his towel around his waist. The last thing he needed was to give his friends an eyeful.

"Here." He pulled out his gum tube and threw it to Charlotte, who looked at him with teary eyes. He loved being Kid Danger, surely, he wasn't quitting, Ray needed him, Swellview needed him.

"Henry, please don't go." (y/n) begged him, but he was too ashamed to stay. They wanted him to stay but, how could he when he'd failed so spectacularly and brought so much shame onto Captain Man's reputation?

"Up the tube." He mumbled and left the four to sit with their heartbreak in the hideout. Well, Ray was still a bit confused; it's hard to know that your younger sidekick is quitting when you can't see.

"I think Henry just quit his job." Charlotte sighed and walked to the couch. After all that, she needed a sit-down and needed a hug.

"Oh, man." Ray breathed out as he felt his girl turn into his arms and press her face to his chest. She didn't want anyone to see her tears and the way Ray's arms instinctively came around her small body to cradle her head helped to comfort her.

"We can't blame Henry, I mean, we expect him to act like a superhero, but he's just a kid. He doesn't even have one superpower." She hiccuped against the material of his chest and lifted a hand to wipe her tears away. The last thing they needed was her getting all snotty and mopey, so she dried her eyes. She stayed in Ray's hold though, she'd missed having him so close to her, even though it had been less than ten hours since they'd rolled out of bed that morning. It had been a long day, full of her doubting the security of their relationship and she was grateful to have some time with him because she never knew when it could be her last.

"Yeah, well...maybe we need to fix that," Ray announced, making her and Schwoz gasp. He couldn't mean the thing, could he?

"You don't mean..." She pulled away from him just enough to look at where his face would be and because he could look into her eyes, he ran his hands up and down her back.

"Sweet girl, Schwoz, I think it's time." He told them and she giggled in happiness. She'd been waiting for this moment for so long, but as usual, Schwoz was two steps behind them.

"For me to get my colonoscopy?" He asked. It had been ages since he had to cancel his last appointment and he was still waiting to get checked out, but he'd have to wait for a bit longer. Some action was needed.

"What? No! Gross!" Ray grimaced, not wanting to hear about Schwoz's dodgy digestive system and why he needed to have the procedure in the first place.

"But my colon!" The genius whined, trying to get them on board. He just wanted one appointment, was that too much to ask for?

"No more about your damn colon!" (y/n) snapped at him, forcing the small man into silence so Ray could give him his instructions.

"I want you to call Schwabbit and Kooschtello!" The superhero told him and that's when Charlotte, who had been patiently observing the whole thing, jumped in. Was Ray okay in the box? She'd never heard of such crazy names, but then again, if Schwoz knew them, then of course they'd have weird names.

"Schwah—who?" She asked, frowning in confusion from her place on the couch.

"Two very powerful people from my homeland," Schwoz replied and dashed off to the supercomputer so he could make contact. God knows how he was gonna do it, maybe he sent smoke signals or a message by carrier pigeon, but as long as they got to the Man Cave, Ray didn't care and with Schwoz doing what he was told, he could nap with his favourite girl.

"Ah, man, I'm exhausted." He yawned and guided his girl to where he thought the couch was. seriously, he should've just let (y/n) do the guiding because he was headed straight for Charlotte.

"Wait, Ray, don't sit—-" The woman tried to stop him from plonking down, but he did anyway and Charlotte screamed at the immense weight of his dense body on hers.

"Why's this couch so lumpy?" He asked and wiggled around to get comfy, which made Charlotte feel even worse. She was screaming and wiggling to get out from under him, but with the box on his head, he couldn't tell what was happening.

"Ray, you're sitting on Charlotte, get off!" She took his hand and yanked him forward, just enough for Charlotte to slide out from under him and take a gasp. God, it felt good to breathe again, however, she wasn't done. To (y/n)'s shock, the young girl shoved Ray across the couch and leapt onto his back.

"Charlotte, what are you—" She was cut off as the small girl started bouncing up and down on her boyfriends back, using her entire body weight to make his spine ache. For such a petite kid, she wasn't afraid to show the man her anger.

"How's that feel, huh? Not so fun when someone sits on you, is it?!" She hissed and tried to make it as uncomfortable as possible for him, but in reality, it was having the opposite effect.

"Actually, this feels pretty good." He admitted and the girl sighed before walking off. That was the last thing he wanted, but there was an upside to his confession. If it felt nice, then he'd be grumpy if she stopped.

"Wait! Come do more!" He whined, making (y/n) giggle and wander over to him. She knew all too well how much he loved having his back massaged and how whiny he got when it stopped.

"No! Get (y/n) to do it!" She grumbled and walked over to the supercomputer where Schwoz had left Schwabbit and Kooschtello's files opened. He'd sloped off when Charlotte was trying to injure Ray and she was way too intrigued to pass up a chance to read about these two.

"Stop whinging, I'm here." The young woman told him and kneeled down on the floor next to him so she could work at the knots in his back. Being a superhero left him tense and she was more than happy to help him relax, especially when it turned him to putty in her hands. He let out a deep groan when she moved over a particularly tight spot and rested his boxed head on the end of the couch.

"That good?" She asked him in a cheery voice but was disappointed when he didn't respond immediately. Without his confirmation, she didn't know if she was hurting him or not and she just wanted to talk to him. It felt like ages since they just talked.

"I don't deserve you." Ray's admittance came out of nowhere and shocked her when he suddenly started talking. Of all the things she expected him to say, that wasn't one of them and she couldn't work out what it actually meant. Was it the massage that was sending him loopy or was he suggesting something else? Maybe he felt like he was punching below his weight and he deserved a model or someone who could actually help out in a fight and not get beat in the first five seconds.

"If I could give you more, I would." She smiled sadly and he'd never see the way her eyes lost their spark, but he could hear it and immediately reached out to stop her self-doubting.

"No, you give me more than enough. I'm the one who is undeserving to have you in my life." He rephrased his earlier words and swiftly sat up so he wasn't just throwing stuff over his shoulder.

"You're Captain Man, you can have any girl you want." She told him, wishing her voice didn't sound as weak as it did. No boyfriend wanted to hear his girlfriend's jealousy and hers seemed to be based on nothing. Being his girl was a privilege and she had seen the way all his other girlfriends had been humbled when he chose them to share his life, so she wanted to be like them. Her relationship with Drex had turned ugly because of her feelings and attempts to speak up and she was desperate not to screw this one up too.

"I don't want any girl, I want you. Only you...I'm sorry that you doubt that sometimes." He took her hands into his and brought them to his chest so she could feel his heart beating through his suit. It belonged to her, it always had and he was determined to tell her that.

"Ray...I watched you go out with so many girls and some of them were so special to you, but at the end of it all, you left them or they left you. I don't want to be like them...this is it for me, there's no one else." She told him quietly, briefly checking over her shoulder to make sure Charlotte was still on the computer - she was and it left them alone in their small moment.

"Sweet girl...my sweet girl." He choked up at that. He had spent so many years dreaming about what it would be like to be in a relationship with her, he hadn't noticed how much his flings and flirting had affected her. She'd hidden it well, but on the inside, she had taken it to heart. Like everyone else, she had thought that he wasn't one for commitment and after the rose tint of the first couple of months fell from her gaze and hearing him talk about hot moms, she was starting to think that she was nothing special, just another pulse in his bed to keep him occupied for a while.

"I don't want anyone else to love you the way I do." (y/n) whispered and bent her head down so it could rest on their conjoined fingers. Ray wanted them to switch places, so he was the one kneeling in front of her like a knight before his princess and he was dying to beg for her forgiveness. He had thought that the relationship would be easy but after so many years of building insecurity, he realised that they would have their ups and downs.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." He choked out and pulled her up and into a tight embrace. The dumb box was in the way and it was a little awkward for her to angle her head into the crook of his neck, but even with the sharp metal digging into her cheek, it was so damn comfortable to feel his touch after hours of hurt.

"I promise, hand on my heart, that I've never loved anyone the way I love you and I'll never feel this way with anyone else . I—I spent so long thinking you could never love me, I've just got it in my head that this is one big dream and I'll wake up to find that you've seen that without Captain Man, I'm nothing special and then you'll find some guy who's the perfect romantic." He told her and was kind of glad that the box hid his face away from her because she wasn't able to see how terrified of losing what they had because of him.

"I've found my perfect guy and I'm not going anywhere. Even if he does look at hot moms." She let the husk of a chuckle and curled her fingers into a loose fist on his chest.

"I'll never look at a mom again if it means you stay." He promised her, willing to walk around with his eyes shut if it meant he got to open them and see her smiling back at him. Some might say he was crazy, but hey, he was in love and he didn't want to lose that.

"Don't be a doofus, doofus. I'm staying as long as you want me." She giggled at his exaggerated promise and threaded their fingers together.

"I want you, always." He whispered with his forehead against the metal where she was resting hers too and if she used her imagination, it was almost like there was no divide at all.

"Always." She returned the sentiment and they both fell into a peaceful silence. They had some problems, but don't all couples? If neither of them wanted to lose what they had, then they were going to keep it for a long time and that was good enough for them.

"I really wanna kiss you right now," Ray grumbled, making her laugh. If he was trapped in a box, she would have readily accepted and it was funny to hear him so moody about it. Her laughter was music to his ears and he knew that they were gonna be just fine. A little rocky at times, but she knew he loved her and he knew she wasn't leaving. Things were good.

"They're here! They're coming! Get ready! They're here!" Schwoz shouted suddenly and came running in from the sprocket. Maybe he had been sending smoke signals, who knows. (y/n) hopped off her boyfriend's lap and the two eagerly awaited the apparent wise men from Schwoz's homeland. According to him, they had all the answers, so they were like genius royalty for the Man Cave team.

"What the hell are you doing?" (y/n) asked her small friend as he started playing what she assumed was traditional music from his home and knelt so he could assume an odd position. Funny way to greet someone, but whatever.

"Animo hah-zu peela yanku schween." He greeted two very strange-looking people as they came down in the tubes, kitted out in funny makeup, hair and robes.

"Inma poo uka gorgonzola." They bowed their heads politely and Schwoz killed the music as they gracefully came down the steps.

"Captain Man, (y/n), Charlotte, I would like you to meet Schwabbit and Kooschtello." The handyman introduced his fellow wherever-Schwoz-came from-ians and the girls smiled warmly at them.

"Nice to meet you, I'm sure you've heard much about me." They could hear the smirk in Ray's voice as he put his hands on his hips proudly, making (y/n) roll her eyes.

"Come on, big-head." She guided him to where Schwabbit and Kooschtello were standing and made sure he was facing them correctly. God forbid they got offended because he spoke at the wall and not to their faces.

"Uh...I love your hair." Charlotte complimented the weird woman, who had the bold choice of dark roots, spiky, platinum blonde tips and a streak of purple as her hairdo. It was something to behold.

"Thank you. Would you like it?" To (y/n) and Charlotte's shock/horror, she reached up to her head and pulled it from her scalp, revealing that underneath, she had the same haircut as Schwoz and her counterpart; balding on top and thick, dark hair around the sides and back of her skull.

"Oh, my—-no, no, you keep it, please! We don't want your head to get cold." (y/n) chuckled nervously and the wig was promptly flopped back onto Kooschtello's head, along with a hiss that spooked the girls. Did that make her angry? An angry glare from Schwoz suggested they had, oops.

"Schwoz, Charlotte, you go to Henry's house and bring him here, whether he wants to come or not," Ray instructed them, wanting to waste no time in acting out their plan. He would send (y/n) too since she had a knack for pulling at Henry's heartstrings, but to be honest, he wanted her all to himself.

"'Kay." Charlotte agreed, knowing that this was the time for action and being one of Henry's best friends, she'd be able to peel him off the sofa.

"Schwabbit, Kooschtello. Captain Man and his girlfriend will look after you until I return." Schwoz promised his friends and stepped quite close to them before bending into a ninety-degree bow between them. To make things even weirder, they mysteriously placed their fingertips on his smooth scalp, only releasing him so he could dash up to the tube area with Charlotte.

"Up the tube!" She yelled and they were off, leaving no chance for the couple to say goodbye. It left Ray and (y/n) alone with Schwabbit and Kooschtello, which was going to be fun.

"Well, you're probably interested in my story..." Ray began, deciding that the tale of how he became Captain Man would intrigue them into filling the alone time they had.

"Oh, here we go, hero..." (y/n) sighed with a fond smile and braced herself for the epic story she had heard a million times.

"You see, my dad was an irresponsible scientist and by accident, he made me indestructible. Now, I protect the good citizens of Swellview, who call me, well...you know the name. Uh, Schwabbit? Koosch-puff?" When he got no response, Ray was left in the dark, literally and figuratively. (y/n) sighed as she watch the foreign couple lose interest and begin to explore the Man Cave, particularly the supercomputer.

"Uh, Captain Man?" The young woman tapped him on the shoulder, making the box turn to her, or as near to her as Ray could get without seeing her beautiful face.

"Yeah, sweet girl?" He breathed out when she guided his arms around her waist and pressed herself to him.

"They're not paying attention, but I am." She whispered to him and giggled when the hands on her hips clenched.

"I can't see you, this isn't fair." He whined, wanting to show her how much he loved her and see the sweet faces she made, but Drex had made that impossible. Screw him.

"You don't have to see, just feel me." She purred and he was lost in the softness of her skin as she guided him to the couch and led him into a welcome calmness where he could just hold her, which was enough for them.

The calmness didn't last long. Schwabbit and Kooschtello weren't just exploring the Man Cave, they were moving in!

"Stop it, we don't want your crap!" (y/n) hissed at them as she dashed about the place to try and shove it out of the way. Sadly though, she was outnumbered because when she left his lap, Ray had thought up a drastic way to remove the steel box on his head; bashing it with the elevator door.

"We're back!" Charlotte announced happily as she and Schwoz returned triumphantly. Henry had been a bit tetchy when asked to leave the comfort of his home, so Schwoz had done a number on him and sent him to sleep. His collapsing onto the Man Cave floor and rolling down the steps was just another moment of madness, adding to (y/n)'s panic, Ray's groans of pain as he bashed his skull around and the weirdo's furniture.

"We have Henry." Schwoz announced as the boy slumped at (y/n)'s feet in a fetal position. 'geez, he was gonna wake up with some bruising.

"I can see that." The young woman commented as Charlotte took a look around Schwabbit and Kooschtello's stuff. Some of it was necessary for their experiment, but (y/n) was sure they didn't need it all. I mean, the bed was a bit excessive, making her think they were taking the piss.

"What is all this stuff?" Charlotte asked the genius as he came beside her, ignoring Ray for the time being. She'd get to him in a minute.

"It's for to give Henry the power," Schwoz replied dramatically, making the girls share a sceptically impressed look. They weren't quite sure what that meant, but if these two were wiser than their resident repairman, then Henry would be fine.

"Ow! Dang it! Ow! Dang-blast-it!" Ray moaned as he took the blows from the elevator. The novelty of wearing a big metal cube on his head had long worn off and now, he just needed to get out. He wanted to breathe fresh air again, oh, and kiss (y/n) like he had wanted to all day.

"He's been doing that all day," Schwabbit reported, making Charlotte and Schwoz grimace. It seemed like torture and it showed how despairing he was.

"Not even the pretty girl could entice him to stop," Kooschtello added, making the young woman blush a bit. She had promised Ray all kinds of things to make him pack it in, but even the filthiest things she could think of weren't enough. He wouldn't be able to see them, so what was the point?

"Ugh, wh-where am I? What happened?" Grumbled Henry as he sat up woozily from the floor, drawing their attention from Ray and his antics to the boy they were intent on helping.

"You died." Schwoz joked, making (y/n) bite her lip a bit to hold in a chuckle. Schwoz could be so blunt sometimes and she had to admit, he had his comedic moments.

"What?!" Henry gasped, thinking the worst had happened to him when he saw the seriousness on the genius' face.

"He's joking." (y/n) clarified and Schwoz laughed since his little prank was over. Man, the old ones are the best.

"We brought you here against your will." He switched back to being stern and watched as Henry's mouth dropped open in disgust. They did what to him?

They wouldn't have time to go into more detail because suddenly, the emergency alarm began to flash as Jasper ran into a bit of bother upstairs. Well, slightly more than a bit, more like a huge, fucking terrifying problem named Drex crashing through the door.

"Oh, shit, emergency!" (y/n) gasped and the four ran over to the computer to check out the store. Ray, Schwabbit and Kooschtello were a little preoccupied, but they'd be filled in shortly.

"We have a situation upstairs in Junk-N-Stuff," Charlotte exclaimed as Schwoz opened up the camera link to the store and Ray came running over.

"Well, what is it?—ah!" He shrieked as he tripped over some of the exotic crap brought in by Schwoz's friends, but quickly recovered. After all, that'd what Captain Man does.

"Look, doof. I know that Ray Manchester owns this place, so where's Captain Man and where's Miss Danger?!" They all gulped as they watched Drex grasp Jasper by his collar and pull him close to his snarling face.

"Fuck me backwards with a wooden spoon, this isn't good," (y/n)'s hands flew to her hairline in worry and Ray's stomach dropped at her scared voice. He didn't like it to hear her like that and it told him that something big was going down.

"What's going on?!" He demanded to know, stumbling blindly to where he thought the supercomputer was, but all his friends did was shush him. They wanted to hear everything Drex was saying, they'd fill Ray in later.

"Where's the Man Cave?!" Drex screamed in Jasper's face, his knuckles turning white from how hard they were clenching around his shirt's material. But Jasper wasn't a coward or a snitch and he had nothing but unwavering loyalty for Ray and his secrets, so he wasn't about to let this thug know anything.

"Uh, I'll tell you where it is!" He said bravely and punched Drex across the face. It was a valiant effort, but his soft, weak hands didn't even make Drex flinch. Perhaps it was best to leave the fighting to the superheroes.

"So, you say you're looking for the Man Cave?" Jasper questioned in a small voice, instantly backing down when the criminal smirked at him. He was no match for Drex in terms of strength, but maybe he could play this game another way.

"Don't tell him!" Charlotte cried, biting her lip anxiously. They couldn't have Drex down here, they hadn't even begun to work on Henry and all of Captain man's secrets would be out. She just had to have faith, which Ray wasn't very good at when it came to trusting Jasper.

"He's gonna tell him! You know he's gonna tell him." He shrugged, thinking that they might as well start packing their bags now. If they left in the next minute, they might get down the road before Drex murdered him and took (y/n) as his hostage girlfriend.

"Raymond, just....shhhh! Come on, Curly, you got this!" (y/n) prayed that Jasper would hold out for a little longer. It was petrifying, she knew that, but he couldn't break under the pressure, that would mean it was over for them.

"Where is the Man Cave?!" Drex ordered the teen to tell him and Jasper could tell that his patience was wearing thin. Think of something smart, think of something smart...

"Uh, it's uh...in Swellview Park!" He stuttered, thinking of somewhere, anywhere that would lead the villain away from his friends.

"Yes, Jasper!" "Atta boy, Jasp!" Charlotte and Henry clapped their friend's bravery. They knew he wouldn't fail them in the face of danger; he was courageous and loyal, even if he was a bit daft sometimes, the most important thing was he had it where it counted.

"Where in Swellview Park?" Drex spat out, forcing Jasper to think on his feet again. He had the lie, now he just had to make it believable.

"Uh—uh, at the...p-playground. Under the...Twirly-whirly!" Jasper made up and prayed that Drex would believe him. It was the last place a superhero would pick to be his hideout, but that was the genius behind the lie. Of course, a superhero wouldn't want people poking around their house, it made sense for it to be there, right?

"Twirly-whirly?" Ray scoffed at the thought of having his hideout near a playground. That was so not his style, but he had to hand it to Jasper, he was doing better than he ever thought he would.

"Yes, Raymond, it's a children's ride." (y/n) retorted, throwing the comment over her shoulder before focusing on the monitor again and it seemed that Drex wanted "insurance" for his time spent looking for the Man Cave.

"All right. You're coming with me." He growled and pulled Jasper out from behind the counter. Oh boy, he wasn't cut out for fieldwork and being manhandled by the city's most dangerous criminal wasn't how he wanted to spend his afternoon.

"Why?" Jasper cried, not seeing how he could be of any help since he was just the lowly shop assistant. However, to Drex that didn't matter; he knew that anyone in Ray's employment was special and a key to help him get one step closer to his sweet revenge.

"To show me the Twirly-whirly!" Drex grunted and swiftly grabbed the protesting boy in a fireman's lift and took him out the store, screaming and shouting about his cake. Poor Jasp, he always got roped into things.

"Turn it off," Henry told Schwoz, having seen enough for one sitting. Damn Drex, he really got to him, but he couldn't see a way of kicking his ass once and for all.

"This is not good," Ray commented sombrely and his friends were inclined to agree. When Drex found out that Jasper had lied to him, he'd bludgeon the poor kid, possibly to death and that was not good.

"Henry, (y/n)! You gotta stop Drex!" Charlotte looked at the sidekicks, but only one of them was on board with the ass-kicking.

"I'm up for it, I want to see my foot in his face." The young woman replied coldly, her voice holding no warmth for the man that once broke her so cruelly and had come crashing back into her life to wreak havoc again.

"I can't!" Henry exclaimed, not seeing how his useless, plain self could even match up to Drex. Sure, he didn't like the idea of (y/n) fighting alone, but he was certain that he wouldn't be much help to her even if he did try.

"You can...if you have the power." Schwoz insisted, once again mentioning the mystical gift that Schwabbit and Kooschtello could bestow on the teen. Apparently, it would be their saving grace, whatever it was.

"What power?" Henry asked, wondering what the hell he was on about. He had no power and couldn't see how he was going to get one. It's not like he could get one like (y/n) had since they all knew had that had needed for him last time, so he was left without hope.

Or was he? A sly look from the little man and his associates said otherwise...

"Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa. What is all this stuff?" Henry asked his friends as Schwoz tried to push him down on the lavish couch table. He hadn't been given an explanation for what they were gonna try and do to him and seeing all the wacky, dare he say magical equipment freaked him out.

"This is a South African Bush Lizard." Schwabbit stared at the reptile caged in one of his incubators as Kooschtello stared at the other. Very rarely did they impart such divine wisdom onto a stranger, but some sweet talking from Schwoz had swayed them to try it once and only once.

"And this...is a Black Shag Spider." She cooed in her odd accent, making Ray perk up as he faced the wrong way.

"A Black Shag Spider?! No way! I've always wanted to see one of those. What's it look like?" He whined at how unfair life was and (y/n) gently turned him around so he'd at least be facing the right way. He still couldn't see anything, which was a shame, but it was better than nothing.

"Uh, it's black and shaggy," Charlotte answered, basically saying what she was seeing. It wasn't very imaginative, but technically, it was an accurate description and probably why it was called a Black Shag Spider.

"It's a fucking huge spider, Ray. With legs and fangs and...things." His girlfriend added, praying that the glass lid on the arachnid's chamber was secure.

"Thank you." The superhero took what he could get and imagined what they were seeing. Charlotte probably just saw another bullshit thing she had to work with for her job and (y/n) was most likely seeing Shelob or some shit.

"So for me to get a superpower, I have to get bitten by some crazy, foreign lizard and a bush spider?" Henry asked the experts, not liking the sound of either of those. But thankfully (or not thankfully), Schwoz and Schwabbit laughed at his wrong idea, telling him that he was way off the mark. Kooschtello hissed but they just guessed that it was her thing and asked no questions.

"Oh, no, no, no. You see, when you combine their venoms and heat the mixture, it turns into a vapour and then you breathe it in." Schwoz explained, leaving out all the sciencey bits so Henry would understand him.

"I have to breath in venom vapour?" The boy asked reluctantly. Wouldn't venom vapour be just as poisonous as getting bitten? He trusted Schwoz, but this could just be another one of his touch-and-go experiments where everything could go wrong.

"Yah! It will accelerate your reflexes and sharpen your hand-eye and foot-eye coordination." Schwoz smiled, thinking it would be the perfect superpower for the plucky boy.

"So, you're saying that Henry will be able to move faster?" Charlotte asked, putting things much more simply since Henry wasn't always as sharp as she was. He was the one getting the power, so it made sense to tone it down for him.

"Yah, if you want to say it like a dummy." The genius rolled his eyes. Saying it like that really cramped his style. All he had going for him was his crazy brain and he loved showing it off.

"You guys, this seems really weird and kinda dangerous." Henry sighed, not liking the sound of it at all. He'd rather go through the densitiser again than be their guinea pig.

"Yeah, yeah, I got fried and now you're being poisoned, so lie down and welcome to the club," (y/n) dismissed his worry and she and Charlotte forced the boy's shoulders down as Ray began to whack his box against a table. He wanted to see things again, he really missed being able to see people, objects, anything but.

"You'd think I'd give up." He said to no one in particular as he panted from the effort. No matter how hard he tried, it wouldn't budge. They needed that damn electronic key and to get it, they'd have to go through Drex...

"Ko-vah shishito karvoo siracha chorizo moo-saka...schnot!" Schwabbit and Kooschtello chanted as Schwoz held a mask over Henry's face. This was one of the tensest and weirdest things (y/n) had ever seen and she and Charlotte stood by nervously as the venom solution began to bubble and boil.

"Boba-looooooooooooo!...Remove the mask." Schwabbit told Schwoz, and they turned the lights back on. Well, it was done, they just had to see if it had worked.

'Well, did it work?" Ray asked from the back of the Man Cave. He had been wandering around again and had his back turned to them, but it was the burning question.

"Yeah, does Henry have accelerated speed?" (y/n) asked the odd couple with a worried voice. If Henry was hurt from this, they had truly screwed up and they would have no hope of stopping Drex.

"We will not know until the boy awakens," Schwabbit answered her, making them all impatient. Henry could take hours to wake up and they didn't have many hours to spare.

"Well, how do we awaken him?" Charlotte asked the shamanistic two, who, as always, had a solution. To be fair, it was nice having them around, especially when they were being helpful.

"This way...Wake up, wake up, wake up! Hey! Hey! Hey! Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!" Schwabbit turned from peaceful to a shrill psychopath in less than a second, but his screaming did the job. Henry woke up with a start and hopped off the bed as his ears rang painfully. Geez, talk about giving someone a heart attack.

"Hello? Am I in the bathroom?" Ray asked the wall, having completely lost his bearings after all the commotion.

"No, don't pee anywhere!" Yelled (y/n) as she quickly looked in his direction. God, they needed to test Henry and fast.

"Henry, go over there and look closely as the elevator button," Schwoz told him, which was a strangely mundane thing to ask the kid, but he did it anyway.

"Ugh, where's the toilet?" Ray grumbled, feeling around for a tap or shower head that would tell him he was in the right place.

"Ray, I swear if you pee there, I will kill you!" The young woman observing him shouted, trying to keep an eye on him and Henry at the same time. Honestly, it was like being the parent of two rambunctious toddlers sometimes.

"What are you gonna do?" Charlotte asked Schwoz, ignoring Ray and his confusion. She was sure that (y/n) could handle him and keep the place mess-free...hopefully.

"This!" Schwoz yanked a blue cloth off of his table to reveal that he had a bunch of small missiles ready to go. Charlotte and (y/n) looked at him like he was crazy, but said nothing to warn Henry of what was about to happen. They just had to pray that his superpower would save him.

"Okay, I'm looking at the elevator button, but I'm not sure why." The boy announced, completely unaware of what was happening behind him.

"Henry!" Schwoz yelled and pressed the go button on his controller, sending a missile straight for Henry. However, to everyone's amazement, before it could even touch his skin, he ducked so fast that if anyone blinked they would have missed it.

"Wow!" Charlotte gasped in delight, delighted at the results. That missed had been going at one hundred miles an hour or something and her friend had dodged it with ease. Awesome.

"See how fast he moves?" Schwoz exclaimed gleefully, overjoyed that Schwabbit and Kooschtello's mystic power had was now Henry's superpower. God, he loved the intelligence of his people.

"Schwoz, why'd you just—-" Henry's confusion had to end quickly as several more missiles rocketed towards him, but the new and improved Henry dodged them all. He was even able to grab one mid-air before it skewered his face, making them all smile in excitement.

"Whoaaaa. H-how'd I..." The boy gasped, not being able to comprehend how he was able to move like lightning.

"It's your new power!" Charlotte squealed, clapping her hands together as she beamed at her friend.

"You have super fast reflexes!" Schwoz added to her excitement, proud to have been part of the team that upgraded Captain Man's fighting team. (y/n) walked up to Henry from behind him and grinned at the boy, happy to see him smile again.

"You have hyper-motility to go with Ray's indestructibility and my super-regeneration! I'm totally geeking out about it!" She laughed and her infectious smile worked its way to Henry.

"This is amazing." He breathed out and looked to Schwabbit and Kooschtello, the ones who made it all happen.

"Yes. And also...you owe us two hundred and fifty dollars." The woman frowned, wanting her money now that their work was finished. They didn't do it for nothing, why would they? Even the ancient secret power of Schwoz's people could be bought for the right price, which was two hundred and fifty dollars.

"All right, here's your money." (y/n) rolled her eyes at their impatience and handed the crisp bills to the couple to stop their complaining. Ray would go mental at the price when she told him later, but they could just take it out of their yearly budget.

"Wait, where's Drex and Jasper?" Henry suddenly remembered the danger his friend was in and Charlotte scrambled to locate the curly-haired boy on her PearPad. Last time they'd heard, Jasper was lying his ass off to the thug about Twirly-whirlies, but that was half an hour ago. Anything could have happened since then.

"Uh...still at Swellview Park on or near the playground," Charlotte reported, getting the closest coordinates she could. It was good enough, it's not like you could miss Drex's stupid face, bandana and dark clothes, he stuck out like a sore thumb.

"The Twirly-whirly." (y/n) confirmed and took out her gum tube, smiling when she saw that she wasn't the only one gearing up for a fight.

"Okay, give it to me," Henry told Charlotte and she returned him the tube he had thrown to her earlier so he could throw back a gumball into his mouth.

"Stand back." The boy told their spectators and the sidekicks blew their gum proudly, once again becoming Captain Man's fearless companions, only this time, they had a new trick up their sleeve.

"All right, Schwoz, you fly us in the Man Copter, Charlotte, you look after Ray until we get back!" (y/n) told the young girl as she and Henry dashed to a tube. If Schwoz was coming with them, they'd have to share, but they didn't mind.

"Aye. Thank you, Schwabbit and Kooschtello. Have a safe trip home!" Schwoz did his funny little bow for them to show his deep gratitude and sprinted up the steps to the other tube.

"When did you get so tall?" (y/n) asked Henry as they platonically wrapped their arms around each other once the tubes came down. He used to be so small and now, he was shooting past her head. Where had that cute little bean from two years ago gone?

"Up the tube!" Henry laughed at the woman's question and they blasted off before he could answer her. He wasn't the same boy he was when he had met her because now, he was a superhero, through and through.

~Swellview Park~

"Twenty-three and twenty-four and...' Jasper had been perfecting the art of taking the piss as he spun the Twirly-whirly around twenty-five times to "unlock the Man Cave entrance". It was a good lie and had kept him alive and unharmed for at least twenty minutes. Slow turns and agonisingly poor counting had done the trick, but he was getting close to the end now and he needed backup, like now.

"Hey, that was twenty-five!" Drex hissed as he swore that Jasper was mistaken. He was by no means a patient man and was at the end of his tether with this nincompoop, who was fooling him so brilliantly.

"Are you sure? Maybe I should just, um...start over. One..." Jasper suggested, hoping that he could trick Drex again, but it wasn't very likely.

"I don't like you!" The thug growled and tugged him away from the playground ride. This kid was infuriating and he was debating whether putting up with incompetency was worth trying to find the Man Cave quicker.

"But I'm so friendly!" Jasper gasped, not liking how ugly the situation was turning. They were in front of children, for god's sake, did he really have to be so violent?

"And I don't think the Man Cave's anywhere near here. I think you've been lying to me!" Drex seethed, making Jasper gulp. Okay, his luck was up and Drex was so close to pummelling his face. Where were Henry and (y/n)?!

"No, I wouldn't lie. I love the truth! I consider the truth my girlfriend and we are exclusive." Jasper rambled as the sidekicks descended onto the scene from the Man Copter and watched with anger as they saw their friend shake in fear.

"You think you're funny?" Drex shook him by the collar, not liking the way the boy was using stupid metaphors to outwit him.

"No, when I tell jokes, nobody laughs except for my grandma and she doesn't even know who she is anymore!" Jasper wailed, his eyes screwed tightly shut, so he didn't see Henry and (y/n) standing unimpressed behind the villain holding him captive.

"Well, after I rattle your brain with this, you're not gonna know who you are." Drex threatened the terrified boy and raised his fist to punch him. However, (y/n) wasn't about to see Curly hurt and caught it from behind so she could twist his arm around to make him face her.

"Hey, cupcake." She spat and used all her strength to land a harsh blow across his cheekbone, sending the man to the floor. Damn, that felt good, especially when she sensed her bruised knuckles tingling back to normality. It sure was amazing to be a superhero.

"Whoa, Miss Danger, you just knocked down Drex!" Jasper gasped in amazement, making the woman and Henry smirk at each other.

"I know." She replied happily and her ex-boyfriend saw red when he realised just who had dared to lay a hand on him. He wouldn't have her disrespect him so utterly and would break her into her place. She didn't have Captain Man to save her, but she did have Kid Danger.

"Uh-oh, he's getting back up." Jasper gulped as Drex scrambled to his feet and Henry knew that this was no place for non-superheroes.

"Yeah, you might wanna run." He told his best friend, who didn't need to be told twice. They could handle this shit from here, he'd just be in the way.

"On it!" Jasper turned around and legged it to a safe distance where he could watch Drex get his ass handed to him without being an unwilling participant.

"Well..." Drex looked the smirking supers up and down with a disdainful eye now that they were alone and clenched his teeth when they showed no signs of fear.

"Well..." (y/n) returned the greeting coldly, her face emotionless and neutral, but her eyes were full of hate for the man who thought he could own her.

"Where's your "big brother", Captain Man?" The villain mocked Henry with an irritating voice, but the boy left it to his friend to reply. She knew how to cut Drex where it would sting and she was more than happy to watch him bleed.

"Oh, you mean my BOYFRIEND. The one whom I'll be going home to tonight and sleeping next to because he's my BOYFRIEND. Y'know, he's a lot better than you in many ways, bigger too if you get what I mean and I love him so damn much because he's my BOYFRIEND!" She smirked victoriously at the way Drex's eyes burned with rage and jealousy when she enunciated the sweet connection between her and Ray. He let out a small growl when she and Henry fist-bumped their success and giggled to each other about how mad he was. Sure, they were poking the bear, but it was worth it.

"Look, it's Kid Danger and Miss Danger and that mean guy again!" A little girl next to Jasper exclaimed, pointing in fear to the showdown that was happening in front of her.

"Someone call the police!" Jasper yelled to the kids, but like typical modern youths, they simply whipped out their PearPhones and began to film the whole thing.

"I'm gonna mop this grass with you, boy. And then I'm gonna make you watch when I break Miss Danger back into a good, little girl." Drex snapped at them, but it wasn't an effective threat.

"You don't mop grass...stupid." Henry insulted the criminal, egging (y/n) on so they could get Drex to make a move.

"And sorry, but this super-healing chick doesn't break...asshole." She hissed and got ready to step back as the thug reached his breaking point. It was crucial that Henry had the space to use his new power and she wasn't keen on foolishly exhausting hers.

"That's it!" Drex cried and (y/n) hopped backwards as he swung at Henry, who expertly ducked out of the way. He was like lightning and the man's fists just attacked the air above his head.

"Not even close." The boy gloated at Drex, who looked dumbfounded with the boy's newfound speed. He didn't like the way he was smirking and tried a few more jabs, all of which were dodged by Henry.

"Whoa, can't touch this." (y/n) chuckled at how he was nothing but a blur and stood back to watch the show. It felt so good to see Drex outmatched and she couldn't wait to take her revenge on him.

"Here come the cops!" Jasper pointed to two approaching police officers, who dashed to the superheroine's side, only to grow nervous when they saw who was fighting who.

"It's Drex!" One cried and they both ran off and jumped over a wall for safety. No wonder so many criminals called Swellview home with a police force like that, but thankfully, the city had Captain Man and his associates to fight in their place.

"Swellview Police, happy to help, my ass." (y/n) rolled her eyes as Jasper gawped at the cops' cowardice. Not even a taser to help, typical.

"Kid...I'm gonna punch and kick you ten-thousand times!" Drex shouted in Henry's face, but he remained calm and collected, despite the threat that would send most people running for the hills.

"Cool, I'll help you keep count. Ready, set go!" He remarked coolly and began to duck and weave through every attempt to maim him.

"Zero, zero...still zero. Here's my face...oh!" Henry dealt a swift blow to his enemy's abdomen, making him double over in pain. The kids watching were horrified to see such violence but were too enthralled to look away.

"Ready when you are," Henry told Drex and they started fighting again, well, Drex started punching the air again. Henry, however, was much more deadly; he elbowed Drex in the face, twisted his arm around his back, forced him into the climbing frame and kicked his butt for good measure.

"Yeah, Kid Danger, beat his ass!" Miss Danger applauded the teen as he clambered up the main frame and dashed across the bridge. The crowd gasped when Drex was able to grab his ankle through the yellow bars and made him trip up, but he was able to recover quickly for their brawl on the bridge. Henry avoided everything thrown at him and Drex was pushed down the slide by a swift punch to the teeth, followed by a shove backwards. He was making it look easy.

"How'd you get to be so fast?" Drex demanded to know as Henry sprinted across the Whirly-twirly so they could edge around it and wait for whoever would strike first.

"That's for us to know and you to shut the hell up." (y/n) snapped as she kept the kids back and stood waiting for Henry to need any help, not that he did. He had this perfectly under control, especially when Drex leapt onto the spinning ride and he used its velocity to harshly whack the thug's nose.

Forcing Drex to his feet, Henry held the disoriented man by his neck and rapidly punched him in the face until his hand was a red and blue streak in the air. The repeated hits were too much for even a master fighter like Drex to handle and he collapsed on the floor, alive but completely battered. Henry looked at his hands in disbelief and looked up to see (y/n) looking at the see-saw and mulling over an idea in her head.

"You may, Miss Danger." He told her with an all-knowing smirk and she breathed out a laugh when she realised that he could see what she was planning. She turned on her heel and stomped over Drex's body, making sure the pointed edge of her boot dug into his stomach with all her weight. He managed to get on one knee and as he did, she balanced herself on the see-saw and raised the left side, bashing the red seat across his face.

Seeing that (y/n) had left him the perfect opening, Henry jogged over to the zip line and hurtled through the air before kicking Drex down again. By now, the kids and a few adults were applauding the superheroes' performance, but the fight wasn't over yet. Drex still had some energy left in him and attempted to roundhouse kick Henry twice, but the teen just grabbed his leg and tipped him off balance. It probably would've been smart to stay on the floor, but the psychopath didn't know how to accept defeat. He sloppily swung at Henry with each fist, only to have his arms twisted behind his back, making him shriek in pain as his bones crunched.

A rough headbutt made Drex's vision go blurry, giving Kid Danger the chance to roll him backwards and onto the ground, where Miss Danger was waiting for him. A sharp kick to the face left him dumb and drooling and the young woman was satisfied to see her foot collide with his cheek.

"He's all yours, kid." She told Henry, who had taken a seat on a park bench and dragged the man up so she could shove him over his knee. "Wow, I hope no one gets this on video and sends it to the news..." He announced loudly, prompting every kid watching to take out their phones.

"Spanky, spanky, spank your butt, doo dah, doo dah. Spanky, spanky spank your butt, oh dah doo dah day!" Henry took great pleasure in humiliating Drex like he had done to him in Schneider's Bakery and with the support of the crowd, he was more than happy to drag it out for just a little longer.

~In the Man Cave~

"Oh my god, open it, open it, open it!" (y/n) squealed as Schwoz was handed the electronic key that Henry had confiscated from Drex. They had hauled his ass back to the Man Cave and with a little assistance from a particularly gorgeous invention from their favourite genius, he had been immobilised. All they had to do now was free Ray from the prison that had been inflicted on him.

"Come on...hurry!" Ray grumbled impatiently as Schwoz stuck the fob to the top of the box and twisted it until it illuminated green. With the magnetic seal, Ray was free to lift that dumb thing off his head and grinned brightly when he saw his home for the first time in hours.

"I'm oka—" He started, but was cut off by (y/n) launching herself into his arms and placing her lips on his. It wasn't an unwelcome interruption and he gladly melted into the kiss with a satisfied sigh. Oh, how he had missed that honey taste and his hands found their home around her waist and in her hair as their lips moved in time with each other.

"Wooo!" "Yeah, buddy!" Schwoz, Henry, Charlotte and Jasper applauded and cheered at the happy reunion, overjoyed to see the idiots in love again. They would never stop poking fun at them for how gross they were together, but this time, they'd make an exception, because they were unbelievably sweet.

"Wow. I'm so happy to see my girl again." Ray cooed at (y/n) once they parted and she blushed from his words and the way their friends ooo'ed and awwed. She could say the same for him, she hadn't realised how addicted she was to his kisses and his smile until she was deprived of them.

"I love you, handsome." She whispered, letting her forehead rest against his, only this time, there was no cold metal to separate them. It felt so much better to have the soft skin of his cheeks under her fingertips and she would never take it for granted again.

"I love you too, sweet girl." He sighed against her lips as they met again for a brief kiss until a thought suddenly snapped into Ray's mind. He didn't want to ruin the moment, but he just had to know.

"Wait...what happened to Drex?" He looked to his friends as his girl shyly pulled back and settled into his lap. Their smirks were so embarrassing.

"Oh, Henry and (y/n) brought him here," Charlotte replied, freaking Ray out at the thought of his sidekicks leading their nemesis to the one place where they didn't want him.

"Wha—Drex is here?!" He gasped, glancing between the woman on his knee and the relaxed boy in front of him. He abruptly stood up and whipped around to be greeted with a disturbingly strange sight. Ray yelped at Drex's pained expression, but he was paralysed by some weird harness restraint thing.

"Is he—uh..." Ray cautiously walked up to his former sidekick and braced himself for a jump scare or something.

"He's totally fine," Charlotte told him, feeling completely chill with the situation. Drex was basically a big vegetable right now and as harmless as a fly.

"He just can't move," Jasper added, making Ray turn around as (y/n) and Henry got up to observe the man they worked together to defeat. It was rewarding to see him like this, useless, defenceless, completely harmless, just like they wanted him to be. Like this, he could cause them any problems.

"Or talk, or think, or kick, or punch, or pee...I hope." Henry elaborated, grimacing slightly at the thought of Drex regularly peeing all over their floors. Eh, that probably wouldn't happen.

"Pretty neat, right?" The young woman snuggled up to his side and laced their fingers together, smiling proudly at her and Henry's success.

"Well, how did you, uh—" Ray gestured to the villain's lifeless body, not even knowing how to begin describing what he was looking at.

"I used this. You blast a person with a beam from this and it's like pressing pause on his brain." Schwoz explained his cool little gadget to his boss and he was so glad that he had created it on a rainy Saturday afternoon.

"Yeah, he's fine. He's just useless and can't do anything, like the Kardashians." (y/n) finished, making everyone giggle and gaze at their work. A job well done.

"This just in Captain Man's sidekicks, Kid Danger and Miss Danger..." Trent Overrunder's voice suddenly piped up from the computer, drawing Jasper's focus away from the man who nearly beat him up in the playground.

"Hey, look! Henry and (y/n) are on the news!" He exclaimed and they all wandered over to see what was being said about them. God, it was nice to be recognised.

"And thanks to Kid Danger's new and unexplained lightning speed, he and Miss Danger were able to completely frustrate and enrage Drex, who we all hate." Ray smiled proudly at his sidekicks as they bashfully watched the clips of them beating Drex to the ground. Wow, his girl was hot when she threw fists,

"Spank your butt all day, spank your but all night! Spank your butt 'til it's red and sore, wow I hate your face!" They laughed along to the clip and all turned around to join in with its singing.

"Spanky, spanky, spank your butt, doo dah, doo dah. Spanky, spanky spank your butt, oh dah doo dah day! Spank your butt all day, spank your but all night! Spank your butt 'til it's red and sore, wow I hate your face!" They chanted in Drex's face. He couldn't hear them or see them, but it was gratifying nonetheless and the second-best way to celebrate.

"Miss Danger..." Ray slid an arm around the young woman's waist as she smiled mockingly at her ex-boyfriend. She turned to him with a teasing smirk and mirthful eyes, her fingers trailing up his chest.

"Yes, Captain Man?" She looked up at him through her lashes, making him smirk as he bent down to pull her lips back to his. She smiled into the kiss and threaded her fingers through his groomed, chocolate hair, enjoying the way the world was drowned out by him; the feel of him against her, the scent of his cologne surrounding her, the taste of mint and bubblegum on her tongue, all of it told her she had him, just like he had her.

Yeah, this was the best way to celebrate and they were ready to party all night long.

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Pas de Deux: pt. I

Silco x f!reader - SFW

CW: ballerina!reader, obsessive silco, yandere, stalking, kidnapping, voyeurism, creepy behaviour, implied past emotional abuse, referenced murder, swears, reader is almost as manipulative and morally corrupt as silco, slow burn/enemies to lovers/stockholm syndrome?

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Summary: As a young ballerina who scammed their way into a life of luxury in Piltover, you find yourself desperately trying to keep the con alive with every performance you give. But when you catch the attention of none other than the Eye of Zaun himself, your life takes an unexpected turn, as Silco decides that he simply cannot let you out of his grasp again…

A/N: something a little bit darker…please mind the tags my lovelies -elsie x

With a stomach full of butterflies and a steadily increasing heart rate, you give your hands a quick shake, roll your shoulders back a few times, and stare up at the ornate ceiling above you. It was always like this before a performance and the one you were about to give was probably the most important of your career so far.

Sure, as a professional ballerina, you’d performed hundreds of times over the years, but this one was different, because it would be the deciding factor in whether or not you’d be able to stay in Piltover.

You weren’t born Topside. No, you were born in the Undercity, alongside the thousands of other woeful souls that weakly battled for their survival, one miserable day at a time. But unlike them, you’d managed to claw your way out of the smog and sorrow by stealing a life that you were never truly destined to keep.

It was quite a funny story really, well, funny to you, as it had worked out rather well in your favour. Costumed in a stolen dress and a necklace full of fake pearls, one night you’d managed to sneak your way over the bridge and into the City of Progress, unaware that your life was about to irreparably change.

Your plan had been to find and crash a party, stealing as much as you could from the stuck-up Pilties, who you’d decided long ago did not deserve to keep their vast wealth and wasteful attitudes. But as you stalked through the streets looking for a house filled with targets, your scheme had quite literally been halted in its tracks by the sudden collision into your future husband.

Of course, you hadn’t really planned on marrying a man nearly three times your age when you’d begun your night of crime, but, you know, when in Piltover. The crash had caused you to trip and twist your ankle badly, sprawled out on the cobbled pavement with a new tear in your pilfered outfit.

The man was horrified. He’d insisted on carrying you back to his house- well, mansion, as you soon found out- and seeing to your injuries himself. The least he could do, he’d said, obviously buying into your stolen costume and character.

As it turned out, he was one of the directors at Piltover’s esteemed Academy of Ballet, which was quickly revealed to be a very lucrative job, given the fact that his house was the most opulent you had ever seen in your life. Chandeliers in every room, paintings that cost more than your entire year’s rent, furniture delicately gilded with gold.

You’d have been disgusted if you weren’t so awe-struck.

With your iced ankle propped up on a cushion and leg extended across the velvet chaise longue, you’d decided right there and then that you wouldn’t be going back home to the Undercity. You were going to stay here if it was the last thing you did.

All it had taken were a few melodramatic tears, an over-exaggerated claim that your ankle was feeling far worse than it actually was, and a well-placed hand on the man’s knee, and you’d trapped him.

You hadn’t crossed the bridge back to the Undercity since.

It really didn’t take you long to get the old man to propose to you. It took you even less time to kill him.

Of course, you’d made it look natural. During your marriage, you’d made sure to play the part of the dutiful little housewife, standing by your husband’s side at every tedious event, putting in thousands of hours of training to become one of his prized ballerinas. When he’d choked his final, pathetic breath, no-one had even batted an eyelid at you, meaning you’d instantly inherited his disgustingly vast wealth and his lavish estate. Just like that. It almost felt too easy.

The decision to murder your husband had been paramount, because soon after your marriage, he’d begun to subtly and maliciously control every aspect of your life. Really, your only escape was ballet. You found solace in the disciplined nature of the art, comfort in the aching muscles and exhausted mind after hours of practice, relief in eluding his torment for just a few short hours during a rehearsal.

And that was how you’d found yourself where you were now. A young, widowed ballerina, fighting for the opportunity to stay in a place you’d never really belonged anyway.

You were nervously pacing alone in an empty part of the museum, waiting for your cue to enter the space where the stage had been set up. You’d been asked to perform at the grand opening of the new building, yet another place for the rich to display and aimlessly view their pompous art. They didn’t realise how much of a privilege art was. No, they didn’t realise how many barriers they’d placed to ensure art was a privilege and not a universal right, as it should be.

The signal comes and with a sharp intake of breath, you straighten your posture, and lift your head high. After years of practice, no-one in this artificial city could tell that you weren't really one of them. That your illustrious life in Piltover had been a scam.

As you round the corner, finally in view of the large audience, your facial expression adopts a mask of impassivity and elegance. All eyes are on you as you take your place on the centre of the tiny stage, gracefully poised in your starting position.

The slow, classical music begins and so does your performance. You begin by taking a step and lifting your arms, one in front of your head, the other out to your side, as you carefully raise one leg in a graceful arabesque. It’s simple enough, until you slowly tip your body forward, so your lifted arm is nearly touching the floor, and your legs are almost at a 180 degree angle. This particular move takes a great degree of skill in balance, but as always, you accomplish it effortlessly.

There are a few little gasps of wonder from the audience, but it doesn’t spark even the tiniest glimmer of pride in you as it once did when you first began to perform. Now, it just meant that you were doing your job correctly.

Not that anyone could tell thanks to your demure expression, but the reason you were so nervous about this particular performance was due to it being your last chance to retain your faux life in the City of Progress. The money your late husband had left you was running out. Rather recklessly, you’d neglected holding back in continuing his extravagant lifestyle, until you’d slowly depleted his stockpile of riches.

I mean, who could blame you? As a Zaunite, you were raised on the assumption that every day could be your last, so you’d jumped at the chance to live how you never had done before, in fear that it would be taken away from you at a moment’s notice.

So you’re hoping, no, desperately praying to whichever god was listening, that this performance will catch the eye of a councillor or another rich benefactor who could be your patron. Of course, you’d eventually marry them after a few years of measured courting and subtle manipulation. And thus the cycle would begin again.

You were not going back to the Undercity.

With the allegro section completed, you catch your breath during the slower, adage portion of the dance, your body flowing through the controlled movements with ease. You’d practised this routine so many times, you could now perform it purely on muscle memory, meaning you were able to let your mind wander as your body moved. You take the opportunity to scan the crowd, hoping to spot your new potential sponsor.

Instead, your eyes land on a lean figure, dressed in clothes that are much darker in colour and much more asymmetrical in style compared to those standing around him. Except it’s not his outfit that catches your attention, but his discordant, striking eyes.

Silco. The King of the Undercity.

You can’t help the way you begin to panic.

What was he doing here? His hatred of Piltover and especially their pageantry was infamous at this point, so why would he bother showing up to the opening of an art gallery and museum, no less?

Anyone with a decent amount of sense knew that Silco was someone to be afraid of. If not for his reputation as a ruthless drug lord, steadily oscillating shimmer into the streets of the Undercity like the persistent thumping of a rotting heart, then surely for the fact that he killed anyone who stood in his way.

Silco was a man, no, monster, who stopped at nothing to get what he wanted.

You force yourself to focus on the dance instead of the Eye of Zaun, on the combination of steps that make your feet ache in the stiff pointe shoes.

Do not think about him or the many horrific atrocities he has committed. Focus on the steps.

Posé turn, posé turn, chassé pas de bourrée.

Ignore him. Ignore him.

Ignore him.

Before you know it, the routine has ended and the music has faded, replaced with the resonant sound of polite clapping from the audience. It startles you back into reality, your mind suddenly transported from its distant state of panic to the scene before you.

Taking a deep curtsy and bowing your head with the movement, your eyes instantly snap to Silco’s when you rise.

It feels like he could burn a hole into your head with the way he’s looking at you so intensely. It’s jarring.

Frustratingly, you can’t read his expression, his face being one of carefully cultivated neutrality. Only his eyes give him away, and even then it’s subtle. You’re pretty sure at this point he’s doing it on purpose.

Probably spent years practising it in the mirror, the sociopath.

You climb off the stage as gracefully as you can and notice him pushing through the crowd towards you with an alarming amount of intent. Quite frankly, the look in his seafoam eye is terrifying. You’re certain you’ve never seen a person look so determined before.

You need to get out of there.

It only takes a few well-calculated steps of nimbly slipping past bodies, before you’re away from prying (polluted) eyes and through the back door of the museum. Luckily, your driver is waiting for you in the carriage where you’d left him earlier, meaning you can hurl yourself into the backseat and be quickly driven away from the building and more importantly, from him.

As you’re making your way back to your mansion through the cobbled streets, you take a deep breath and slowly exhale a bitter concoction of relief and exhaustion.

You’d have to apologise to the museum director for ditching when you’d been invited to stay for the rest of the party, you think once you’d finally calmed down. Ah well, nothing that a good-natured, intimate dinner wouldn’t fix.

Truthfully, you hadn’t even thought of the consequences when you’d made a beeline straight for the exit. You’d just needed to get away from Silco. One thing you know for sure is that you do not want to talk to him. Not if you knew what was good for you.

But little did you know, you’d bewitched the infamous Eye of Zaun the very second he’d laid eyes on your beautiful form, and he certainly wasn’t going to let you get away as easily as that. Not if he had any say in it…

Which he always did.

Despite your best efforts, you’d still not shaken Silco’s persistent look from your thoughts when you found yourself in the dance studio a few days later. You were stood with one hand on the barre, the other slowly moving in time to the music, as you gradually warmed up your muscles with a series of routine exercises.

Two demi pliés, one grand plié. Three ronds de jambes, relevé.

Your movements were under careful scrutiny of one of the senior ballet teachers, who’d supervised your training for the past few months. A cruel lady, who hated your guts for the simple fact that she’d been in love with your husband. I mean, it wasn’t your fault he chose you over the old hag, but that didn’t stop her from taking it out on you.

Her criticisms were relentless, even using a short cane to slap your arms and legs into place, instead of simply telling you the corrections like the other teachers did. Witch. You didn’t really care, she was just a bitter old woman who took her dissatisfaction in life out on you.

In any case, you had much more important matters to attend to, considering Silco had single-handedly ruined your chances of finding a new patron at the event. Not only had his sharp gaze startled you enough to put you on edge for the past few days, he’d also potentially screwed up your plans for the future as well. Just great.

Finally finished with the barre exercises, you move into the centre of the room to begin rehearsing the routine you’d been perfecting for the last few weeks, in preparation for your next performance. The music fills the room and you easily slip into the rhythm of the movement.

Pas de bourrée couru, and turn, glissade, pas de chat, soutenu turn.

A flurry of movement in the corner of the room catches your eye and it nearly throws you off balance, as you push your muscles to complete a difficult step. It isn’t until you turn in a double pirouette that you subsequently notice who has entered the room.

The Eye of Zaun. Stood in the corner of the studio, watching your every move as you try to continue your dance.

Oh, fuck.

Silco observes you floating through the space with each graceful step and he swears his corroded heart has stopped beating at the sight. You were ethereal.

It had been rather easy for him to find you, once he knew your name. And gods above, learning your beautiful name had been a revelation to him. A spiritual, life-changing experience.

Silco had known the instant he’d seen you on that stage in the museum that you were a divine being. The sheer power in your muscles, yet the light elegance that coated each movement you made. A delicious oxymoron.

He also knew that he would never let you run from him again.

He’d wanted to ravish you right there and then in front of all those stuck-up Topsiders, and then gently kiss away every loving bruise and blemish he’d have made on your gorgeous skin. But by the time he’d reached the exit, you were already gone, dust and smoke filling the air as your carriage sped away. Silco had punched the wall in his anger.

But now he’d found you again and he felt like his soul had been set alight.

As he watches you, it takes all his strength not to get down on the floor and worship the ground you danced on. He’s never been this obsessed with a person before. It was like a madness had come over him. Like you’d cast a spell on him by simply existing.

The harmonious music comes to an end and he goes to speak to you, but the old lady who must be your instructor dismisses you from the room. You don’t even look at him fully as you leave, only glancing at him in the reflection of the mirrored wall as you quickly cross the space, into a door that he presumes leads to the changing rooms.

Silco clenches his fist. The old woman approaches him, probably presuming he was here to speak to her. Part of him wants to spit at her for her grossly mistaken assumption. Instead, he takes a deep breath and releases his grip.

No matter. He has a plan. One that will ensure that once he has you, you will never leave his side.

Hours later, Silco stands across the street from a grand mansion, hidden in the shadows created by the dark, overcast clouds in the night sky. Most Zaunites would be taking advantage of actually being able to see the sky, a privilege not granted to those in the dark belly of the Undercity, but Silco had a much more irresistible view that had captured his unwavering attention.

You move across one window of the mansion towards the dresser in your bedroom, your figure backlit by the lamp on the bedside cabinet, and Silco wets his lips with his tongue. With your back to him, your top is removed followed by your loose joggers, leaving you in just your underwear. Silco inhales a sharp intake of breath as your bra is taken off and quickly replaced by a loose pyjama top. He waits with anticipation for the final item of clothing to be discarded, but instead you exit the room. Shit.

It had been a rather productive afternoon, even if he said so himself. As such, Silco is rewarding himself with the beautiful sight of you going about your daily life, blissfully unaware of his presence, like it was a private show just for him. He deserved that much, didn’t he?

After speaking with your obnoxious dance teacher, Silco had obtained a private meeting with one of the Academy’s directors. An unpleasant man, who had been rather abrasive with the kingpin, until Silco had humbly mentioned that the director’s visits to Zaun’s many brothels were not exactly a secret. Of course, Silco had also insinuated that it would a crying shame if his wife and the rest of the board were to find out…

Granted, the man had been more than forthcoming for the rest of the meeting.

Silco’s only demand was that you were to be brought to him. Concerningly, the man had barely protested your removal from the pretentious city. After that, all that was left was for Silco to instruct the director to devise a rumour as to why you had suddenly disappeared from your ostentatious life.

It wasn’t his problem. No, Silco’s ‘problem’ now was making sure you were happy and fully provided for in the comfort of his own home.

You re-enter the bedroom after a few minutes, switch off the bedside lamp, and climb into the lofty four-poster bed. The kingpin wishes with all his being that he could climb in after you, pressing his nose into your soft hair, gently stroking his hands along your smooth skin. But he knew he couldn’t. Not yet.

It wouldn’t be long now. Patience Silco. Just a little bit more time until you were safely in his arms, where you belonged.

Silco takes one last wistful look at your sleeping figure before he stalks down the street, slipping further into the shadows and back towards his home. One sentence floats ambiguously through the busy stream of his conscious thoughts as he does, until he plucks it out of the river and sharpens it.

He will have you and you will love him.

The next morning, you’d finished getting dressed and were planning on spending the majority of the day cleaning the mansion. Well, as much of it as you could in one day, you reason. The cleaners had been let go once you’d realised you no longer had the funds to pay them, so the job had immediately fallen to you. You’d much rather be taking a nice stroll in the warmth of the sunshine, but it was vital that you kept up appearances if the con was going to continue to work.

A ring of the doorbell interrupts your frustrations at having to clean such an excessive amount of space and you almost sigh in relief. Pulling the large front door open reveals one of the Ballet Academy’s directors, a man who you’d spoken with often enough over the past few years, but that didn’t mean you knew him all that well. At least, not well enough for him to be standing on your doorstep at nine in the morning.

“Oswald, what are you doing here?” you ask, confused.

“I need you to come with me and inspect a new venue we’re thinking of buying,” he tells you, and your gut feeling instantly tells you that he’s on edge.

But, you had no reason not to trust him, and he’d been a friend of your late husband's for years, so of course, you choose to ignore it. Perhaps he was having trouble at home.

“What new venue?”

“Get your coat, I’ll tell you in the carriage,” Oswald says, quickly turning his back on you to clamber back into the carriage waiting on the street.

You grab your coat and keys, locking the front door before following him.

Really, you should have spotted the myriad red flags that lined your entire bizarre exchange with the man, but ironically, red flags only seem to gain their colour when it’s too late. It only dawns on you that something may be wrong when the carriage you’re travelling in crosses the bridge over the River Pilt, and into the Undercity.

Your eyes widen in panic and dart over to Oswald, who is pointedly looking away from you.

“Why the hell are we going to the Undercity?” you demand, furious that he hadn’t warned you beforehand.

He ignores you and you feel like you’re about to start screaming from sheer confusion and fear. Where was he taking you? Wherever it was, you knew the excuse of going to visit a new venue was a lie. What could he possibly want to do with you in the Undercity?

You desperately try the door to the carriage, but find it locked, probably by the driver after you’d gotten in. Fuck.

With nothing else to do, you watch in horror as the dreadfully familiar streets of Zaun pass by your window. Your stomach twists as the memories of your childhood begin to flood your panicking brain.

No, no, no, you couldn’t be back here. Not after everything you’d done to get out of the wretched city.

After a long drive that takes you deeper and deeper into the city with every turn, the car stops and you assume you’ve arrived at whatever destination Oswald has in store for you.

You reluctantly peer through the window again and feel your stomach sink at the grim sight.

You’re at The Last Drop. Silco’s headquarters.

You hear a click and soon realise that it’s the sound of the door being unlocked from the outside. You stay seated, stubbornly glaring at Oswald with almost as much hatred as you gave your late husband. It takes every inch of your self-control not to surge across the carriage and throttle him.

“Get out of the carriage,” he says quietly, still avoiding eye contact with you.

“No.”

Before he can begin to argue, the door swings open and a large, metal arm reaches in, heaving you out of the carriage. You grasp at the sides of the door, kicking against the body pulling at you, but you’re left powerless when another strong arm wraps around your waist and wrenches you onto the street.

“You fucking bastard!” you scream at Oswald, at the person yanking you out of the carriage, at the entire universe for bringing you to the very last place you wanted to be.

Now stood on pavement, you watch in dismay as the carriage door is shut and begins to speed off into the distance, presumably taking Oswald back to Piltover. The sight of it makes you want to sob.

But there’s no time to even think, as the person who hauled you out of the carriage is revealed to be a tall, powerful woman, who was sneering down at you with no small amount of annoyance.

“Walk,” she demands, giving you a shove through the open front door of the bar.

Normally, you’d have protested or even tried to fight your way out of the situation, given your ruthless upbringing in the Undercity, but the sheer amount of bodyguards surrounding you would have made it impossible.

Instead, you’re left with no other option but to blindly follow, as you’re led through the empty bar, up two sets of stairs, and finally into a surprisingly sophisticated office. The very first thing that catches your attention is the large, intricately designed window at the back of the room, that allows green light to pour into the room.

Standing in front of said window is a man, whose stylised outfit and wiry figure you quickly recognise from the dance studio. He turns to face you, his hands clasped behind his back.

Once again, you can’t decipher Silco’s cryptic expression, as he stalks over to where you were now standing in the middle of the room. The first thing that catches you off guard is the way he says your name in a that’s tone so soft, you almost miss it.

Frozen from shock, you’re powerless to fight him as he reaches out and lightly strokes your cheek with the back of his fingers, letting them trail down the outside of your arm until he reaches your hand. Silco takes your hand, raises it up, and dips his head to give your knuckles the most delicate kiss.

“Enchanted to finally meet you properly,” he says smoothly, looking deep into your eyes, “I must say, I was enraptured by your performance at the gallery.”

Oh. You weren’t expecting that. Given his less-than-desirable reputation, you were expecting him to simply kill you or, at the very least, threaten you.

“Uh, thank you,” you tell him awkwardly, before your curiosity gets the better of you, sprouting from the fact that you do not want to stay here any longer than you need to, “Sorry, but why am I here?”

His grip on your hand tightens infinitesimally and his head tilts a fraction to the side.

“Because you’re mine now,” he says, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

You think you must have heard him wrong, despite him being less than a foot away from you. There’s no way he said what you thought he just said.

You shake your head in confusion.

“What?”

“My dear, I don’t think you understand how captivated I am by you. I simply cannot let you out of my grasp again.”

The room starts to spin as you take short, sharp breaths.

And you must look absolutely terrified because Silco takes a hold of your other hand, gazing at you with genuine concern.

“Please don’t be afraid, I won’t hurt you. I want to take care of you, love you. And I hope one day soon, you will love me in return,” he tells you, his voice full of hope.

You don’t know what to think. To feel. I mean, how are you meant to react to a perfect stranger telling you that you now belong to him and you cannot leave?

The panic response finally kicks in and your body automatically chooses flight.

Ripping your hands from Silco’s grasp, you stumble backwards away from him, missing the look of hurt that crosses over Silco’s face as you try to bolt towards the door. But you’re easily stopped by one of the large bodyguards, who grabs onto you roughly.

“Let me go!” you scream, thrashing about in his grip, trying desperately to get away from him.

Tears begin to haze your vision. Tears of anger and fear and pure shock that spill down your cheeks and onto the floor of Silco’s office.

“Take my sweetheart to her new bedroom,” Silco orders, his shoulders drooping dejectedly. He sounds disappointed. Disappointed at the fact that you don’t want to stay with him in forced captivity.

But you’re too busy attempting to fight your way out of the wretched place to even notice, uselessly slamming your fists against the bodyguard as he picks you up and begins to carry you out of the office.

Silco watches the scene in front of him impassively and you manage to catch his final, barely-concealed threat to you, spoken in a low, rough voice, before you’re carted off down the hallway.

“You’ll come around to me, my darling, sooner or later.”

PART 2

A/N: i hope this was an okay first chapter! I wrote this bc i miss doing ballet and i wanted to write something a bit more sinister and complicated. Lots more to come!! (but i’m also still writing fluff for those who prefer that!)

#silco #silco x reader #silco x f!reader #silco x you #silco fic #silco arcane

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rhaenyra-daemon · 2 years

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Aemond as Daemon’s Ward

//the Ward of Dragonstone Timeline//

As a show of good will to the King, Daemon takes his nephew Aemond under his wing as his ward. Unhappy with his new position as a political hostage, Aemond strives to make everyone's life miserable.

CW: This is a canon divergent little brainrot. Set after the disastrous dinner in ep8. Viserys doesn't die the same night, Rhaenyra & Daemon stay for a few days more, discuss taking Aemond with them to Dragonstone. Viserys is ecstatic to see the family is getting along well again (insert clown face)

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Snippet 1: Daemon

“I do not wish to see anyone. Mother included.”

Aemond waves the servant off and, once the door is closed, resumes his pacing around the chamber. He eventually stops to glance at the only other person trapped in the space with him, as though he has just noticed their presence.

“I don’t want to discuss this matter any further. I wish you gone as well, uncle.”

He waits for a beat but Daemon does not move. He stays where he has stood for the whole duration of their now disrupted conversation, next to the window overlooking the Red Keep, his hands clasped together behind his back in a manner all too similar to Aemond – as if he were gazing at a mirrored image of himself.

“I'm afraid your wishes matter not, dear nephew,” Daemon speaks after a few moments, not looking at him. “The final decision will be made by the King. And I can assure you, the King seems to be in great favour of this idea.”

Aemond sneers, his nostrils flaring. “First my father ignores me and my brother’s existence in favour of this—your wife,” he cuts himself off, aware of Daemon watching him like a hawk out of the corner of his eye, even if his face is turned towards the window. “And now he wishes to use me as a liability to my mother and grandfather, all in favour of your wife. So that he can keep his illusion of peace. But make no mistake, dear uncle, whatever is due me and my brother in succession shall be delivered to us by the gods.”

“Is that a threat or a prayer?”

“Neither,” Aemond answers coldly. He stalks towards the door and opens it. “When I return to my quarters, I want you gone.”

“You can talk to him all you want, my young prince,” Daemon only smiles, tilting his head back. “The King’s mind is made.”

Aemond lets the door slam on his way out.

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Snippet 2: Viserys

“I will not be playing a part in your political game,” Aemond declares, holding open the curtains surrounding his father's bed.

The old King turns his head on his pillow, his only good eye focusing on Aemond, the empty socket of the other one not visible under freshly changed bandages.

“It’s the first time you’ve visited your father in months,” Viserys croaks after a while, wincing as though talking alone caused him pain. Which probably did. “And even now you only visit me as your King?”

Aemond’s face does not twitch but his hand clenches on the fabric. “It is only fitting, Father, if the only time my existence matters to you is when it can be of political benefit to my sister.”

Viserys shakes his head, making a gurgling sound. He clears his throat with difficulty, Aemond’s only eye watching him with no sign of sympathy. “It’s a benefit to us all. The fighting amongst this family must. . . must cease. I won’t be amongst you—” he breaks off to cough. “—forever to put things right. Daemon is my brother, my only brother. . .”

“If Daemon is your brother whom you love, why do you wish for me to desert mine?”

“Daemon,” the King continues, gasping for breath, “is a great swordsman. . . A good man. . .My brother. He will take care of you. . .He will teach you a lot. . .”

“Teach me?” Aemond repeats incredulously. “Father, you know that Cole is my teacher. All the greatest swordsmen of the realm are here, in King’s Landing, and serving you directly. You want me to believe you wish to send me away for my own good?”

Viserys coughs again, this time pressing a cloth to his mouth. It comes out bloodied. “Daemon asked me himself. . . to send you to him. . . as his ward. And it’s most gracious of him. . . you’ve been estranged for too long. . .”

Aemond steps closer to the bed, towering over the frail silhouette of his father.

“I hold no grudge against our sister, neither does Aegon, nor Haelena,” he says sternly. “There is no need for such precautions, Father. Leave it be. Let me stay here where I belong.”

“It has been. . . already decided,” the King forces out, closing his eye with a groan, wiping his face with the cloth, only smearing blood across his forehead. “I must. . . make amends. . . before it’s. . . too late.”

He blindly reaches his hand towards his night table for poppy milk, but Aemond snatches it from right under his trembling fingers. He throws it at the opposite end of the chamber, and it flies over his father’s Old Valyria model, spilling its contents all over the tiny buildings, before it crashes into the stone wall.

Aemond leaves and hears devoid of relief Viserys wailing in pain all the way back to his quarters.

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Snippet 3: Alicent

"I want for nothing, Mother," Aemond says when Alicent takes his hands in hers and squeezes, her dark eyes glistening with unshed tears. "I shall only take Vhagar with me."

She inhales a sharp breath, and the corners of her mouth tremble. The perfectly put together chamber of her son remains as it always was. Aemond didn't even bother packing a change of clothes. He has only thrown on his long cloak, pulled on his dragonriding gear, and attached a spare blade to his belt.

"Rhaenyra promised she'd give you everything you needed in abundance," Alicent assures him unnecessarily, trying and failing to blink the tears away.

"I wish for freedom. Does her offer extend to that?"

Alicent lets out a sob and Aemond gently pulls his hand away from hers to wipe her cheek. She takes a moment to even out her breathing before she speaks next, her voice shaking with emotion, "I swear to you, by the Seven. You will be back," she presses a palm against his chest. "I will make the King listen however long it takes—"

"Do not let it trouble you, Mother,” Aemond speaks over her. His face tightens before his expression closes off as he looks over her head at someone. “I will find my way back."

She turns around to see Daemon has joined them. The Rogue Prince leans against the doorframe, having no courtesy to pretend to be nothing but amused. His ploy has worked. The King has bowed to him again. Aemond assumes he has every right to feel smug.

For now.

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I'm sorry, Lady Alicent "Rhaenyra took my son's eye but even that wasn't enough to satisfy her gluttony, now she feels entitled to my son's life and future as well" Hightower

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theyoungestmerlyn · 3 months

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@archersquest

He had expected each and every burn. It came with the territory. Years away from the world at large, he his skills had faded. Failed miserably. "Some times, the greatest loves comes from the smallest of pricks," he said, doing his best to recover. Though he doubted, it was working very much at all.

He studied the room around them. All eyes falling on him. Something that always came with the territory. The tabloids would always have a field day with him. No matter which direction, he went in.

They really had no idea what to expect of him.

He moved his hand along her back. Boldly, seemingly reckless. Sliding his hand into her's and spinning her around, capturing her in his arms.

"Thea, I've been away a long time," he said. "Trapped in my own head. A miserable asshole that deserves everything that I have coming."

He pulled her onto the dance floor. Doing his best to show her off to the crowd at large. His lips finding their place at her ear.

"My eyes should have always been on you...and if I have to fight for you. Prove myself. I will."

He lowered his head into her neck, sucking and kissing on it. Showing everyone in the room, who he was after. Who he really wanted. "The only one, I want is you. No one else."

A small sensation similar to that of static electricity dancing across her lower back, Thea startled at the first touch of his hand. Curling her fingers around his when they slid into her palm was instinctive, a base action bred into the fabric of humanity. Widening green eyes lit up as she was spun without warning into his arms, wedge heel of her left ankle boot caused a slight stumble as she came to a halt bracketed in his arms.

Having had no intention being anywhere near this close to Oliver, Thea could forgive herself for the small hitch in her breathing upon looking up into those captivating eyes for the first time in five years. Looking back on her crush over the half decade he'd been lost, the youngest Merlyn had concluded that her younger self had exaggerated his appearance in her memories.

This near though Thea realized her memories were Incredible accurate. The steel-blue eyes, jawline sharply defined by the lowered lights of the room, the lips that had kissed more starlets and wannabes than there were people in this very room. Yeah, he was just as heart-skippingly beautiful as she remembered. Goddamn it.

"[...] that deserves everything that I have coming."

"What do you having coming?" Thea asked as she straightened up from her stumble.

Letting herself be led out onto the makeshift dancefloor, though it was really just an empty space in the center of the area that the brunch guests had moved to after filling their gullets. Feeling oddly on display as the first two to break from the general milling, Thea grasped his right hand tightly before moving his other hand to her slightly above her ribs so they were in proper position to dance, as the quartet tucked into the room's corner transitioned seamlessly into a melody more suited to a languid ballroom dance.

Meeting his eyes as they took the first steps of the waltz, she commented loud enough for his ears alone, "I hope you know what you're doing, Oliver."

"My eyes should have always been on you."

A puzzled frown turned her lips downward, a little crease appearing between her eyebrows. Assuming that was an attempt at a joke, Thea giggled in good humor, "No, that would have been really weird." For God's sake, he'd been an acquaintance for her entire life, so long in fact that Thea had no memory of ever meeting him. He'd just always been part of her life, albeit peripherally.

"[...] if I have to fight for you. Prove myself. I will."

Now, she was just plain flummoxed. What's he talking about? Fighting? Proving? Her confusion only worsened when he leaned into some and proceeded to kiss her neck. What the fuck? She jolted, only for the motion to be used to change their ballroom dance into a much closer slow dance. Her heart, which had ramped its a speed up a notch at the first touch of his lips to her flesh, kicked into high gear as he began to gentle suck on her neck. The sensation caused a flush to descend from the top of her head all the way to her toes in ankle boots. In spite of herself, a soft exhalation tumbled from her lips.

"The only one, I want is you. No one else."

Her head was spinning. What the hell was happening? She'd started her morning feeling like an interloper, an accidental invite, and now, she was seemingly hit upon by her brother's best friend. "I-uh-" suddenly regretting the mimosa she'd sipped, Thea tried to figure out what was going on.

"Is this a joke? A challenge, maybe?" Thea asked in a tone that was a mix between sadness and a hiss of frustration, "I thought someone might 'test' my beliefs after I put them out so publicly, but not you. Aren't you a little too old to go after the one 'forbidden' woman just because she is? That's juvenile shit; I expected better from you."

#t: brunch together #verse: revenge is best served sweet

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kissland69 · 2 years

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Le temps de l'amour

robin buckley x reader

*if there’s any typos, mistakes or errors please ignore, if you haven’t heard the podcast “rebel robin” you’re missing out -_-*

february 14th,1985. it’s a typical sunny day in hawkins, the sun slightly warming up the freckled girl who was walking to the place she dreaded most, being a teenager isn’t always easy but being a teenager during february was even worse, having to see the cringy couples giving each other gifts and gross kisses that robin couldn’t help but feel irritated about. the lanky teen kicked pebbles with her beat up converses while sighing “today’s gonna suck..” robin said out loud with rolling eyes. while robin made her way to the entrance of hawkins high she immediately seen the obnoxious couples with tooth rotting smiles painted on their lips. class after class robin had to sit through couples cuddling, kissing, laughing while she bitterly stared at them from her drawn on desk “you know, your face gives away how you’re feeling right now” said a voice behind her “y/n you aren’t helping..” sighed robin “hey, i’m just saying! looks like the valentines love isn’t getting to you” said y/n with a smirk “i can say the same for you” robin says playfully “well if it makes things a little better you look great like always” said y/n replied with a grin “o-oh, thanks y/n” robin said with rosy cheeks and a breathless laugh “y-you look great as well, i mean you always do” stuttered robin with a loose grin “thank you rob” y/n said softly nudging robin “she’s so pretty…it’s a bummer i couldn’t get anything for her..” robin thought to herself, a subtle frown appearing on her slightly chapped lips.

as class ended and lunch started students filled the halls, robin rushed to Mr. Hauser’s class since he was the only one who can listen to her rambles and actually care about what she’s talking about even if it was pure nonsense “well hello ms.buckley” said mr.hauser in a chipper tone “hi mr.hauser, how’s valentines going for you?” asked robin “well i’ve seen way too many kids kissing and having to stop them so it’s been a great day i might say” the male sarcastically said causing robin to laugh a little “well i had to stop three couples to stop making out in front of my locker so i would say it’s been horrible” robin said while breaking a cookie in half to share with her favorite teacher “well c'est le temps de l'amour” the teacher said with a smile “the time of love? more like the time to be miserable” robin said with rolling eyes “so how’s operation croissant going hmm?” asked hauser, papers with different hand writing being read over and graded by him “well..i think i might just go alone..tammy isn’t on the list anymore and everyone else is insufferable so bringing someone to europe might not happen” said robin while leaning into the squeaking school chair “are you sure? today in class you were talking to miss y/n l/n, she isn’t someone who you might bring?” asked mr.hauser “are you snooping again?” robin replied with a grin “no robin, you were talking during my class” mr.hauser said with an airy laugh “…well y/n is great and funny but she would never want to be friends with someone like me let alone want to travel to europe with me, you know i’m the weirdest girl in hawkins and y/n is a pretty girl who thinks i’m a weirdo too” said robin to the male in front of her “robin…we’ve been through this, being weird isn’t always a bad thing, have you spoken to her in other classes? if not then you can’t assume she finds you weird” said mr.hauser “well…no i haven’t but that doesn’t stop the fact that she might have thoughts about me that aren’t ideal” the lanky teen said with droopy eyes “see you’re assuming again buckley, you can’t expect yourself to find someone that’ll be the missing piece to your puzzled life if you don’t branch out or keep selling yourself short” said hauser with a sigh “well can you blame me? being in hawkins feels like being trapped in a small box you can’t fit in, the only thing you can do is assume and overthink the worse so you don’t end up getting hurt or shamed” said the freckled girl, this caused the room to fall quite for a second but the sound of a knock on the classroom door disturbed the silence “uh mr.hauser? do you think i can bother you for a sec- oh hey rob!” said y/n with a smile, voice echoing in the small classroom “i didn’t know this is were you stay during lunch, could’ve invited me you know” y/n teased while sitting next to the nervous teen “o-oh! well you’re always invited i don’t mind at all!” robin said with a red face and a wide smile “well that’s great to hear, you’ll definitely see me more, oh! before i forget here robin, i got it for you from the cafeteria since it’s valentines and all” y/n let out a laugh while handing the girl a hand written letter on an off white paper and a vanilla cupcake with heart shaped pink and red sprinkles on top “sorry if you don’t like vanilla, that’s all they had and this was kind of last minute” y/n said with a sis anxious smile “n-no it’s fine, i didn’t get anything for you and now i feel a little shitty…” robin said looking up to meet y/n’s eyes and back to the wrinkled paper “ladies, if you’ll excuse me i have to head down to the library, new books came in for the freshmen class” mr. hauser suddenly announced with a smile, he pulls from his desk and out of the classroom, robin’s eyes were still glued to the thin paper in her slim fingers she begin reading the letter with a toothy smile, not a care in the world other then the words written in a deep red color

“robin buckley you are a sight for sore eyes, i’ve always been infatuated by how beautiful you are, from your raspy voice to the way your eyes glow when the sun hits them, the way your honey colored hair effortlessly looks so pretty and shiny, the way your freckles cover your rosy cheeks, slim nose and red lips and the smell of chestnut and vanilla with a mixture of rosemary lingering every time you pass me in the halls. this may sound corny or weird but i can’t help falling for you more and more, everything about you makes me fall harder and i’m not sure if it’s terrifying or exciting but i honestly don’t mind as long as i get to be in your presence for as long as you’ll allow me. you’re the first girl that i’ve met who isn’t scared to share her thoughts on a specific song, book or movie and seeing the soft tint of red on your cheeks when you get embarrassed or too excited or when you aren’t afraid to seek for more outside of this shitty place people call “home”, i genuinely adore how open minded you are and how easily you can make my heartbeat quicken without even noticing. you, robin buckley are one of a kind and people shouldn’t even walk the same ground as you do.”

“y-y/n..no one has even written me something so… vulnerable before…god now i do feel shitty for not getting anything for you” robin says with tears blurring her light blue eyes “robin you don’t need to get me anything, looking at you is enough of a gift” y/n reply’s with a smile that starts hurting her cheeks, robin mindlessly cups y/n’s right cheek with her chipped painted fingers ,caressing the plumpness of it “how did you know i was a sucker for hand written letter huh?” robin says with a goofy smile “you’re robin buckley, of course you would love something like that and i’ll gladly give you as many hand written letters you desire” y/n says while pushing a piece of robin’s locs behind her ear “i’d be the happiest girl if you’d say yes to being my girlfriend..” y/n said, face feeling hot with the feeling of her heart hitting against her rib cage “of course, i’ll be an idiot if i don’t” robin said, an airy laugh escaping her swollen lips due to crying “you know what would have me over the moon?” asked y/n with a playful grin “what would have my sweet juliet over the moon?” robin playfully said, loving the idea of y/n being her juliet and being y/n’s romeo “a sweet kiss would have me feeling butterflies all week” y/n said while a hand fell on the nape of robin’s neck “anything for you darling…”

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author-orchids · 2 months

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This story came to me as inspiration from a @writing-prompt-s post.

As of now I am calling this story "The a

accursed Holy Sword" but I will most definitely change the name at some point because I already hate it as a name.

It takes place in a world that is mostly medieval in setting but I also want it to be kind of steampunkish

Here is a summary of what the story is going to be:

Bealinne lives in a nation that is constantly at war. She joins an organization that originally was only made to help refugees. (Do not ask me what this organization is called for I haven't a clue yet.) But it delves further and further into resistance work. They work to avoid more fighting in any way possible. When they get a tip that the kingdom is hiding a weapon that could cause mass destruction if used, they decide that they have to figure out what it is and how to stop it. However, it was a trap, it led to the capture of many resistance workers including Bealinne and Sebastian, the one who trained her for resistance work.

They are sentenced to execution for treason against the kingdom. There is a sword, ancient and having gone by many many names over time. In this time it is known as the Souldestroyer, for whoever tries to wield it instantly decays into a pile of ash. This sword is used for executions, not by decapitation, but the criminal is forced to hold the sword and the magic on the sword carries out their fate. But for some reason it seems as if the Souldestroyer has chosen Bealinne for some greater destiny, for she does not die when she is forced to grab the sword, death is possibly the farthest from what she experiences next.

The following is part 1 of The Accursed Holy Sword

I tremble as the person in front of me steps forward. Sebastian, my fellow resistance fighter. He’s the picture of serene calm, he reaches forward as if it’s a normal sword.

As if it’s a normal sword. As if we are not standing in line at death’s door. As if we hadn’t just watched practically everyone we work with die before our eyes. As if the mountain of dust at his feet was just that, dust. As if nothing has ever happened.

As if we had a chance to go on with our lives. He stood still, hand hovering just above the sword’s handle.

“Lynnie…” He starts.

“No…” The word barely a whisper from my hoarse throat.

“I need you to know,” he changed the position of his feet slightly, as if about to jump, 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨? I think. “I need you to know how I feel about you.” He goes on.

“Don’t Seb, don’t talk like…” I find myself unable to finish, 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘥. I go on internally. But it 𝗶𝘀 the end. He will grab that sword and he will be gone forever. My only solace is that I will be soon after him.

“I love you Lynnie.” His voice shakes as if with tears, but I can’t see his face. But I can picture it, his blue eyes shining with tears for the first time ever in my memory. A teardrop sliding down his pale skin.

“Get on with it traitor.” A guard hisses.

Traitor. How did I get here? To be a traitor? All I wanted was to save lives. Innocent people who deserved no death. But I guess you’re a traitor when you work for people and against power and profit.

“I will never forget you Lynnie, even in death I’ll never forget. And if we don’t end up together, be it in the next life or some kind of heaven, then I wish you all the love and happiness in the world. You deserve it.”

“You- you do too-” I manage to say.

“Me? No no no, I don’t deserve anything.” He cuts me off with a self deprecating laugh.

“Oh you two lovebirds, you and I both know that this isn’t the only way,” a different guard says condescendingly, “just tell us where all your little resistance buddies are, and once we round them all up you get to live.” He went on with a voice that dripped with contempt. “You would even get to share a cell together for the rest of your miserable lives, I’m sure they’d let you. Perhaps they’ll even let you free once you’ve served us enough use.”

“I would rather die a traitor!” Sebastian yelled, “Than live as a coward!” He finally grabbed onto that accursed sword at that moment, he began to lunge forward as he grabbed it.

A scream saws out of my throat. Everything seems to slow as I stare at him in horror. For half a second, he’s fine, barely inching forward in my slowed perception of time. I’m sure that if I’d been seeing things normally he’d be moving with that swift speed that he’s known for in the resistance.

In the next half of a second, I see the sword flash with that horrible black light before I notice that his bare feet begin to turn to gray ash. He lifts the sword in front of him as he moves.

“Sebastian!” I shriek.

Things move slightly faster now. The change from him to lifeless ash has reached the cuff of his too-short pants. He had the same prisoners uniform I do, drab gray cloths that don’t fit and are peppered with holes and no shoes.

A blink and things are moving of normal speed. The ash has overtaken his fluffy black hair. And it reaches his fingertips just a moment after he releases the sword, his momentum propelling it forward.

The sword knocks against the guard who tried to get us to rat out our allies. His armor is simple, as he clearly didn’t expect attack, simply a chestplate, gauntlets, a helmet, and plain leather over everything else. All other guards are dressed the same.

The guard catches the sword in his hands, out of reflex I assume. There’s only a split second as the sword lights up to see his face before he disappears into ash.

I don’t hear anything. I don’t see anything. I stopped processing it all the second Sebastian truly died. A cloud of dust in the air was all he was. And he loved me? How long? How long had he felt the same way I have and I was too foolish to notice. Maybe I always knew. Maybe I was afraid of things changing. That’s very likely. But it doesn’t matter now. Nothing matters. He’s dead and I am not far behind.

There is a ringing in my ears. I don’t come to my senses until I feel a hard shove against my back. All the guards stand in a circle around me, their hands all on the hilts of their swords. Did they think I was going to run? Or maybe that I was going to pull the same stunt Seb did and that their hands should be busy.

𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘐 𝘵𝘳𝘺. 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴. I think to myself.

One guard is backing away from the sword that is now back on its pedestal, he’s holding something that looks not unlike a very large pair of tongs. Were they used to put the sword back? It’s not like it matters.

𝘿𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙮. 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙛𝙚. 𝙒𝙚𝙡𝙡, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚. I hear in my thoughts. But it’s not my voice. It sounds like someone is talking to me. 𝘖𝘩 𝘐 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘪𝘵, I realize, 𝘐'𝘮 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘻𝘺.

𝙎𝙩𝙤𝙥 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩. The voice tells me.

𝘞𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘦.

𝙅𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙜𝙤 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙗 m̶e̶ 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙖𝙡𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙮. 𝙒𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙙𝙖𝙮.

𝘐𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘴𝘰, 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥.

I grab the sword, but it doesn’t flash with black light however. Instead, a hazy purple glow surrounds it. 𝙄'𝙫𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙬𝙖𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙣 𝙤𝙣𝙚. A golden light flashes from the blade as I feel a sudden feeling of absolute power surge in my veins.

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supernovafeather · 2 years

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Until the End (18+)

First Order!Poe Dameron x F!reader

Content : noncon, sexual content, prisonnier!reader, manipulation, mention of breeding kink, angst.

Synopsis : General Poe Dameron feels more and more distressed as war never ends. He found a new source of comfort, and wants to keep it forever.

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War was one of the worst things to happen in Poe's life. He should have known better than embracing it as a new part of his identity at the beginning. He had been naive and reckless for the sake of glory and ambition, and from the heroic pilot he ended up as the General breaking down once alone and lonely.

Himself was the worst thing to happen to you, his promising protégée he captured in the ashes of a fallen city. What he thought would corrupt you to join him loyally only killed off that light in your eyes. No hip thrust or moan of pleasure could reignite it. It was gone. He thought he would trap you into that twisted game of his but it failed miserably. Instead of a warm body waiting for him in his bed he created that empty shell now more popular in the First Order than himself.

They adored you. The beautiful and emotionless General that turned her back to the Resistance to join the First Order after she realized her losses couldn't justify her past mistakes. They loved to romanticize your existence, to make you theirs, to make their heroin as desirable as they could to make war and miserable life more bearable.

You weren't theirs. You weren't his neither.

"Sometimes I think everything went wrong in my life, and yet I don't regret it. But then I remember what a better life I wished for back then." He whispered.

Like a little boy looking for comfort with his mom, he joined you in your bed to get a hug. Tears had flooded his face, drying slowly as you caressed his dark locks. On this morning he had caused the death of over three hundreds rebels, but no one congratulated him. It was a new normal after all. No one knew he needed some reassurance those days, all he wanted was a soft voice that would answer to him.

"You were pathetic when you used to try to flirt with me." You commented coldly as you started to massage the head on your breasts. "At least now you are actually worthy of your title instead of acting like a coward Resistance fighter."

That hurt. He missed those days where his heart was light enough to joke around. When he could still have friends. When he could flirt with anyone with some intent behind it or not.

"You shouldn't insult your former camp like that," he mumbled, "they fought until the end."

"And at the end you captured me. Acting as weak as they were was a failure all along. They had one thing to do and it was to protect our capital against the First Order. They were scared and flew away."

Poe used to hear some frightened pleas leaving your lips during your sleep. Maybe they were directed to his doppelganger in your nightmares. Or maybe to him. He had treated you badly, and maybe that leaving you behind after each time he would have tried to impregnate you for the First Order image was another mistake. At that time you were a cute female prisoner that would be useful for propaganda purposes, but now you were his only source of comfort between two sour comments and nightmares.

"I wasn't scared like them. I was tired of what I used to see at the frontline. I lost countless of men." He murmured.

"They were stupid. You're not." You said flatly.

Happy for the first time in a few months, he pressed harder against you, his strong arms squishing your flesh more than before as he closed his eyes to hide his face between your breasts. He loved your contact. A warm skin acting like a plushie during his existential crisis getting more regular throughout time. He regretted violating your body so many times but couldn't find a way to express it. You brought him so much comfort without willing so. He hoped he could do anything to bring you some. He hoped dearly that you had some maternal instinct that made you appreciate those nights where he would seek for your sole presence.

"Am I clever for you ?" He asked against your throat.

"... yes." You said with that same flat tone.

"Thank you." He whispered before breaking into another sobbing mess against you. "Thank you for everything my lothcat thank you so much."

Those encounters repeated themselves so many times that he would start to dream about them. Nothing sexual. Only him joining you to ask for some caresses through his hair. He loved to feel you in another way than submitted to his will, to feel so privileged to feel your skin and heartbeat when all you were during the day was a walking propaganda tool charming simple-minded soldiers.

The day you vanished, his world broke down. He wished he could take you as violently as the first time just to teach you that no, you didn't have the right to join the Resistance again. It was not fair. You couldn't do it, you didn't have the right to abandon him. The First Order why not but not him. A major deserter he thought to be brainwashed enough to see the truth. He loved you. Didn't he make it clear when he tried to make you enjoy what he was giving you ? Wasn't it better to live in that massive ship instead of letting you die of hunger in the ruins of your fallen civilization? Wasn't his love obvious when he whispered to you that you should look at him in the eyes? Wasn't his gentleness and devotion charming to you? Why were you so ungrateful? You never changed, you remained that spoiled brat from the Resistance that would kill his men off.

Poe hated you enough to chase you down through dozens of recently conquered planets. He wanted to have you against him whether you liked it or not. He needed some gentleness and he would erase the danger you were for good. Just a sweet little lothcat that would stop biting back at him whenever she felt moody or sad. He would teach you what it cost to stab him in the back like that.

The day he made you cry again was beautiful, just the two of you as his Stormtroopers waited behind the door of that shitty hotel you were hiding in. It felt good to have you so tight around him, so warm, so alive as you screamed for help to any rebel that would have survived after the siege. He felt young again, three years suppressed just like that. It was as he barely met you.

Your fingers clenched in his hair to make him look away but he didn't care, at least they were back where they should be. And this time, your eyes had the same expression as the very first time. He would do it over and over, and this time you would fall for him. You had no choice, he would push you off that cliff as violently as he had to.

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