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harrystylesfan2686 · 4 months

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Alone Part 2 (Alternative Ending)

Pairing: Eris x Reader

Summary: Reader finally finds someone who cares for her but at what cost...

Warnings: Minor Mention of self harm

A/N: Surprise😏

Masterlist Part 1

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It has been three days since your last mission, the very mission that got you hurt and made you realize just how fucked your head is. Three days since you left the fight that left you with a big tear at your waist which will most definitely leave a scar.

It's half healed already, so is the cut you gave yourself but you didn't realize how deep you hurt yourself because it's left a thin white line that's fully healed but can be easily recognized.

You shift on your feet from where you're standing beside the rest of inner circle. You are at the high lords meeting, accompanying your High Lord and High Lady.

You keep moving your weight from one foot to another because the pressure keeps causing pain in your waist. You can't wait for this to be over.

When you get a chance to leave you take it, running of the the nearest restroom you can find. You take off your fight leathers to find out you bled through your bandaid. You rub your hands over your head trying to think of a way you can hide your injury from everyone.

"Well, what do we have here." A voice fills the room, one that you know oh so well. He always does this, annoy you or talk to you every chance he gets. You don't know why but you put up with him everytime too. You practically hear the smirk in his words as you complaint to the Mother for putting you in this situation right now.

"Go away, Eris." You hope for him to take the hint and leave you alone but you, too, know that it's too late considering you can clearly smell you blood in the room, and so can he.

He crosses the room in just a few strides and puts a hand on your shoulder, turning you around with surprising gentleness. He sees the blood on you shirt that's seeped out of your bandaid and intakes a sharp breath.

"Left up your shirt." You are taken a back at his order. Mouth opened agaped as you see anger swirling in his amber eyes.

"Excuse me?"

"Y/N, If you don't lift your shirt up in the next minute, I'm going to rip it off of you." He practically growls. Your eyes widen and he raises his eyebrows, daring you to question him.

After a minute of silence, he raises his hands to your shirt and you take a step back,"Alright! I'll do it!" His eyes narrow and you sigh, lifting you shirt for his to see the scarlet bandage.

"Who did this to you?" His hands clench into fists.

"No one. It's nothing." You sigh.

"Was it an enemy?" You shake your head. "Who was it?" You shut your mouth and look away. Eris' eyes widen in realisation. "Was it them?" He spits in anger. You look back at him and your lack of answer in enough for him.

"I'm going to kill them." His body radiates pury fury as he steps away from you and starts walking towards the bathroom door.

"Eris!" You run to step in front of him, blocking the door and putting your hands against his chest, gasping because of the movement causing sudden pain to your waist. Eris immediately wraps an arm around you waist and searches you for any other cause of pain.

"Are you crazy?" You exclaimed.

"No. I'm fucking angry that the people who are your apparent family, who are supposed to protect you, hurt you. And I intent on hurting them just as much."

"Eris, you're going to start a war! And that's not even the point. They didn't hurt me alright, at least not physically. I went on a mission a few days ago and got hurt, they had nothing to do with it. They don't even know I'm hurt, for gods' sake." But that doesn't seem to calm him.

"What do you mean they didn't hurt you physically? And how the hell do they not know you've been hurt since days?" It seems like his rage just amplifies.

"I just didn't tell them alright?"

"They should've checked you for injuries the second you came back from the mission and they didnt care enough to do that. And what kind mission leaves your entire waist fucking open?!" He puts a hand behind your neck.

"Why are you acting like this? Why do you care if they care?" You don't notice you close proximity because you are so shocked from the way he's reacting.

"Because I care about you!" You intake a sharp breath. "What?"

"I care. I care for you. I always have." He looks into your eyes with so much honesty that it leaves you speechless.

"I care for you so deeply. I always have, and I thought you would figure that out yourself because of the way I talk to you. Why do you think I only talk to you. Why take every chance I can have to hear to speak to me, to hear your voice, doesn't matter if you're bitter.

I take every chance I can get to have your attention because I care for you. I do not know why, but I do and im not ashamed of it. I know you don't care for me the same way but I don't care, I'll take every second of your time that you'll give me."

What are you hearing? Someone truly cares for you? This isn't true. It must be a joke. It has to be. This is no way that Eris Vanserra cares for you. He cares for no one. Everybody know that.

So then why are you believing him, believing his words, clinging to them for dear life. If this truly is a prank, if what he is saying wasnt true, you don't think you'll survive. You won't survive another Heartbreak. But something tells you that he isn't lying, that he is telling the truth, that he truly, genuinely cares for you. Something deep in your heart tells you that he might truly love you.

You gasp when you feel it. Feel everything click into place. Feel the second everything in you life finally makes sense.

"You feel it now, don't you?" His voice soft as a tug feels on your heart. Your breath heavy as you look at him in the eyes, feeling the thin golden string connecting your souls to one another.

"So leave them." He pleads.

"Why are you doing this, my love? Who are you doing this for? They don't care about you." His hand on your cheek, swiping back and forth softly while the other hugs your waist, pushing you flush against him. "I do. I care about you so much and I refuse to see you hurt yourself for people who don't value your existence." He puts his forehead to yours.

"Leave them, come with me to Autum Court and I will treat you like the queen you are. And even if you don't want to come with me it's alright, just leave them. Please." His voice cracks with your heart, taking a piece of it with him daring not to return. You don't want him to.

"Okay. I'll come with you." Tears fall down your face as his breaks into a smile. "Really?" His voice unsure.

"Yeah, I'll leave Valaris, leave them. I'll come with you." You smile genuinely after a long time and he sighs in relief.

His lips slam to yours and you both lose yourselves in the kiss. You smile into his lips, finally happy to have found someone who cares for you enough to threaten to go into war for you.

You finally found your person and you will never let him go.

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#acotar #acotar fanfiction #acotar fandom #acotar fluff #acotar angst #eris vanserra #eris x reader #eris acotar #eris x you #eris fanfic #eris angst #eris fluff

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cumtastiics · 6 months

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I'd totally like a full fic of Aurelius running around his little concussioned, semi-amnesiac patient!

YAN! DOC x G/N READER

tw(s); yandere & mentions of iv's a/n; this has no official title since i'm lazy sorry :p the post that inspired this here oops this became more angsty than i thought if you wanted more fluff erm sorry ab that!! lol!

would def make this fluff if u guys want

"Fuck," he muttered under his breath, rubbing his temple.

Some nurse thought it was a great idea to let you out of your room, almost causing Aurelius to get a heart attack.

"Where's (Y/N)?" He asked the lady at the front desk, his patience leaving.

"They were taken out by that nurse of theirs. The cute guy everyone's been falling in love with," the women spoke, taking a bite out of her granola bar, paying no attention to the others around her.

Aurelius clenched his fists in frustration, his jaw tightening as he fought to contain his anger. "That 'cute guy' needs to learn some boundaries," he muttered, raising an eyebrow at the nonchalant woman. He hesitated for a moment, debating whether to give her a piece of his mind or find you as soon as possible.

Deciding to keep his emotions in check, he forced a strained smile. "Well, thank you for the information," he said, his voice dripping with false politeness. Turning on his heels, Aurelius stormed off in the direction the nurse had taken you.

He couldn't understand how someone could be so irresponsible, oblivious to the potential harm they could cause. All he wanted was to ensure your safety and well-being, and now he had an additional cause for concern.

As he wove through the bustling hospital corridors, his thoughts raced with worry. What if you had been injured or distressed while under the care of the oblivious nurse? The mere thought made his blood boil, making him want to throw up.

Just as he rounded a corner, he caught sight of you standing near a window, seemingly oblivious to the chaos they had caused. Relief washed over Aurelius, briefly suppressing his anger. "There you are," he sighed, his voice filled with a mix of concern and irritation.

"You look mad," you commented, your eyes looking through the window, not paying any attention just like the women from earlier.

"Who brought you out?"

"Some guy. Dunno his name,"

"You're left alone, and not even in a fucking wheelchair for that matter," he spoke, his voice sounding more annoyed as each second passed.

"Sorry..?" You offered, not really wanting to deal with him.

You were finally able to get some fresh air, and you were not going to let him ruin your chance.

'Let's go," he grabbed your arm, making you almost fall over. Aurelius's grip on your arm tightened, his anger boiling over as he yanked you towards him.

"You don't get to just wander off without a care in the world," he growled through clenched teeth. "I'm here to protect you, and if you can't see that, then maybe I shouldn't even bother." His words stung, although you understood his concern.

"I didn't mean to cause you worry," you said, trying to steady your voice. "I just needed a moment to breathe. But I'm fine now."

"Fine? You call this fine?" he scoffed, his grip still firm on your arm. "You could have gotten hurt, kidnapped, who the hell knows what could have happened? And you think it's just fine?"

"I'm not gonna fucking die without you!" You yelled, trying to get out of his grip.

"Yes, yes you will!" Aurelius's voice grew cold, his eyes flashing with a toxic mix of anger and superiority. "You're nothing without me. You're weak, helpless, and if I'm not there to protect you, you'll end up getting yourself killed."

His words tore through you like a knife, the toxicity of his possessiveness becoming unbearable. Anger swelled within you, fueling your determination to stand up for yourself.

"I'm not weak, Aurelius. I can take care of myself. I'm not some fragile little thing that needs to be sheltered from the world," you shot back, your voice laced with a newfound strength. His grip on your arm tightened even more, his face contorting with rage.

"You think you're so tough? You think you can survive out there on your own? You're delusional. You need me, whether you like to admit it or not."

"No, I don't," you replied defiantly, staring him straight in the eyes. "I need someone who respects me, who trusts me, and treats me like an equal. Not someone who thinks they have the right to control my every move."

Aurelius's facade of superiority shattered for a split second, a flicker of vulnerability crossing his face. But it quickly turned back to anger, his toxic traits taking hold once more.

"You're just a fool if you think anyone else could ever care for you like I do," he spat, his voice laced with venom. "But go ahead, try to find someone else. You'll see how quickly they abandon you when things get tough."

You finally got back to your room, after what felt like ages. He glared at you, as you avoided eye contact.

You felt like you were constantly walking on eggshells, never knowing what would set him off next.

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g3z0 · 2 months

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Bathroom

Summary: You are friends with the triplets. Not Nick, tho. You can’t stand him. That doesn’t change that you have wet dreams of him. One night, at a party over the triplets house, your dreams become reality.

Warnings: cursing, SMUTTT, drinking,

This was so out of my comfort zone 😭

-g3z0

I‘ve known the triplets for a while now. I’m mostly friends with Chris and Matt. But Nick-

Oh Nick.

He makes my fucking blood boil.

Nick is stubborn and sassy. He can never shut the fuck up and he always has something mean to say.

A fucking brat.

He’s so fucking cocky but god- it makes me want to press my dick into his throat so he can’t talk anymore.

Of course he doesn’t know that. No one knows. The wet dreams I had about him and the moments where I look at his IG while I’m jerking off, remain for me alone.

It would push his ego too much. And it’s fucking weird if I think about it.

Im like always hanging out at their house. With his brothers. But still I can’t help it to imagine all those things with him. I keep it to myself - no harm caused. Right?

„Ohhh!“ Chris squeaks as the ping pong ball I just thrown, lands into one of the cup of the opposite team.

Matt lets out an annoyed groan, throwing his head back. „It’s no fucking fun to play with you.“ he sighs, looking back at me as he grabs the cup.

I let out a laugh and shrug with my shoulders „then learn how to play better.“ Matt rolls his eyes playfully and grabs the ball out of the cup before chugging the beer down.

Nate grabs the ball out of Matt’s hand and throws it to us. It lands into one of our cups and Matt throws his arms up „get his ass!“ he laughs.

„Ladies first.“ Chris grins as he nudges me with his Elbow. „Pussy.“ I mumble with a smile. I grab the cup and take the ball out of it before chugging the beer down.

I scrunch my nose a little and bring the cup down once I’m finished. The beer is warm and tastes disgusting.

My eyes meet the piercing blue ones of Nick - the ones I hate and adore at the same time. He gives me an amused smirk before he continues to talk to some twink.

„Im going to take a piss.“ I say to Chris while I’m handing him the ball in my hand.

He nods at me before going back to concentrate at our beer pong game. I turn around and walk into the hallway, to the bathroom.

I push the door handle down and press my weight against the wall but the door doesn’t move. Locked. I let out an annoyed sigh and walk up the stairs.

I grab onto the stair railing for support. Fuck, I need to slow down with the drinking. I blink my eyes for a few times and walk to the bathroom that’s upstairs.

I don’t bother to close the door behind me. I really don’t care right now. I take my piss and pull my jeans back up after.

I walk to the sink and turn the water on, washing my hands. I glare at the mirror in front of me.

Fucking hell, I just realize how drunk I actually am.

„Can’t you close the fucking door?“ I hear nicks voice. I look over my shoulder and see him standing in the door way, his arm crossed.

I smile to myself and turn the water off. „Can’t you ever shut up?“ I chuckle as I grab the towel next to the sink.

He hums in response and walks in, closing the door behind him. He leans his back and head against the wall. I hang the towel back next to the sink and look back up at him.

„don’t you need to go back to your little twink?“ I ask, leaning against the sink and crossing my arms in front of my chest.

He scoffs and tilts his head „don’t tell me you‘re jealous, y/n.“

Oh, fuck.

I give him a sarcastic smile and quint my eyes „funny.“

The corner of his lips turn up into a smirk. „oh, so you are?“ he asks as he pushes himself off the wall.

I roll my eyes „don’t flatter yourself, Nick.“ I say. He takes a step closer to me.

„tell me, y/n...“

Closer.

„do I make you nervous?.“

Closer.

I blink my eyes up at him and feel how my cheeks start to heat up as he stands in front of me. „What the fuck are you talking about?“ I breathe.

God, I hate how confident he is.

He licks his lips and smirks, leaning down to my ear. „y/n..“ he whispers.

His fingers graze my waist lightly up to my hips, causing my breathe to hitch. „You hate me, don’t you?“ he whispers.

I close my eyes for a moment „yeah..“ I breathe. He purses his lips and nods a little „then why aren’t you pushing me away?“ he whispers into my ear.

„I-" my breathe hitches again as he presses his knee between my legs, his thigh brushing by dick. „Hmm? What was that?“ he whispers, looking down at me.

I take a deep breathe. „Fuck off.“ I mumble. „Feisty, aren’t we?“ he chuckles. „Nick, for real, fuck o-" I let out a small whimper as he rubs his thigh against my bulge.

„your body is saying something different..“ he mumbles, looking down at his thigh and my dick.

I can feel myself getting harder and harder and I let out a shaky breathe. „Tell me to stop.“ he whispers against my neck before he starts to kiss it.

I press my lips together. „No?“ he smirks „you don’t want me to stop?“ His hand comes up to my waist. „Tell me you hate me..“ he whispers before he bites into my neck.

I close my eyes and clench my jaw „god- I fucking hate you..“ I mumble under my breathe.

„Atta boy..“ he smirks.

This is a dream. A fucking dream. This can’t be real.

I let out a pathetic whimper as he palms me through my pants with his hand. Painfully slow.

„Say please and I’ll do more..“ he whispers as he looks down at me. I grit my teeth together and shake my head, hanging my head down.

His other hand comes up to my chin and he lifts it, making me look back up at him. „no? Want me to stop?“ he says, palming me with more pressure.

„F-fuck..“ I breathe, closing my eyes. „Hmm?“ he hums, smirking at me. I lick my lips and nod quickly. „Please..“ I whisper.

Im weak. I tried to stay strong but I’m fucking weak for him.

„Please what?“ he asks, kissing my neck again.

This motherfucker.

I squeeze my eyes shut and press my hips against his hand, trying to cause more friction.

He grabs my waist with his hands and presses me back against the sink. „Don’t.“ he says. He looks back at me „please what?“ he repeats.

I take a deep breathe and close my eyes for a moment. „Anything, please..“ I mumble. He smiles in response and presses his lips against mine.

I breathe into the kiss, wrapping my arms automatically around his neck as we kiss. The kiss is passionate and sloppy and I can feel how my knees start to go weak.

„So needy..“ he mumbles between kisses and then he grabs me by my waist and turns me around. He presses himself against me and I can feel his bulge against my ass.

I let out a shaky breathe and lay my hands on the sink. „Tell me what you want..“ he whispers into my ear before he kisses my neck again.

„You..“ I breathe, closing my eyes and leaning my head back to give him more space.

I can feel him smiling against my skin before I feel his hands coming up to my pants, opening them and pulling them down. He does the same with his.

„You gotta stay quiet, can you do that for me?“ he asks. I nod quickly and press my lips together.

„Good.“ he smirks before he pulls my Boxershorts and his own down. He pulls me closer and adjusts his dick at my entrance. I bite my lip and look down.

I can’t believe this is happening. This isn’t real, it’s-

I let out a whimper caused of pain as he pushes himself into me. „F-fuck..“ I whine, squeezing my eyes.

„So thight, shit..“ he breathes. His lips find his way back to my shoulder and neck. „You okay?“ he asks.

I nod a little, taking a deep breathe. „M-mhm..“ I mumble. „Move..“ I whisper.

He nods a little and starts to move slowly and gently at first, but with every thrust he gets more rougher and faster.

I grab onto the sink, my knuckles turn white. „n-Nick, fuck..“ I moan. „Shh..“ he whispers, bringing his hand up to my mouth.

I moan against his hand and squeeze my eyes shut.

He lifts my head and I blink my eyes open, seeing the reflection of us in the mirror in front of us.

„look at you, saying you hate me and now moaning my name.“ he whispers into my ear before he thrusts deeper into me.

I whimper against his hand, squeezing my eyes shut again. „No, open your eyes, I want you to look at yourself while I fuck you.“ he demands before he presses a sloppy kiss along my jaw.

I try my best to follow his orders, trying to keep my eyes open while he fucks me.

I fail miserably, letting my head hang down and whining against his hand as he hits my G-spot repeatedly.

„Look at you or I’ll stop.“ he grunts against my neck.

„F-fucking bastard..“ I moan against his hand, bringing my head back up.

„What was that?“ he smirks as he looks into my eyes through the mirror reflection before he thrusts harder into me.

I let out a loud whimper and feel my knees go weak. „Mhm.. that’s what I thought.“ he pants as he digs his fingernails into my skin.

„Nick, fuck Nick-" I moan like a mess against his hand. „Shh- fuck, keep quiet..“ he moans softly before he leans his forehead against my back.

He brings his other hand up to my dick, stroking it. I squeeze my eyes shut and grab onto his arm. „S-shit-" I let out a muffled moan.

He turns my face towards him and presses his lips against mine. I whine into the sloppy, wet kiss.

I can feel my dick starting to twitch and I dig my fingernails into his arm. „C-close, fuck-" I moan between kisses.

He strokes my dick faster till I come all over his hand. He pulls away from the kiss and stops moving. I breathe heavily and swallow, trying to catch my breath.

He brings one hand back to my waist and with the other he presses my back down, bending me over the sink.

„Im not done yet.“ he mumbles before he starts to thrust into me again.

„Nick- f-fuck“ I whimper as I hang my head down.

I feel his hand coming up to my hair before he grabs lightly on it, pulling my head back.

I let out a whine and press my lips together as I feel how tears start to fill my eyes.

„So good for me..“ he pants as he thrusts deeper into me.

Im a moaning mess, feeling how tears run down my cheeks cause of the overstimulation.

I can feel him twitch in me and he thrusts a few times more till he pulls out and finishes over my back.

He pants heavily and lets go off my hair, leaning his forehead against my back. He catches his breathe slowly and turns me around.

„You good?“ he asks softly. I swallow and lean my head onto his shoulder. „Y-you ruined my shirt..“ I mumble.

He lets out a laugh „I just fucked you senseless and now you have an attitude again?“ I let out a weak scoff.

„You can borrow one of mine.“ he mumbles. I bring my head back up and look at him. „Matt and Chris will notice..“ I say.

He raises his eyebrows and shakes his head „they are too drunk to notice, trust me.“

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halfagone · 7 months

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Let Gotham Be Terrifying

I've seen many different takes and versions of Gotham, but I would love to play into the fact that Gotham is the second most crime-ridden city in America. That's right- Gotham, for all its horrible cruelty, still does not compare to Blüdhaven. But that doesn't make it any less terrifying, especially to newcomers.

I know a lot of people say that Amity Parkers would be desensitized to the Rogue attacks, because of the ghosts that constantly haunt the streets. But I think they would actually be more horrified of Gotham because of the ghosts.

Because here's the thing about Danny's Rogues Gallery. For all intents and purposes, they don't actually want to hurt people. The ghosts might not be harmless, but neither are they expressly malicious.

The Box Ghost? Give him some of your leftover cardboard from when you were moving apartments, he'll appreciate them and leave you alone for a while as a thank you. If you catch him at the right time, he might even be willing to lend a helping hand. With the promise of the boxes afterwards, he doesn't do work for free after all.

Lunch Lady? You'll see her at the soup kitchens or the food banks lending a helping hand; sometimes she even gets invited to the soccer games to act as hostess and she makes the best main dishes. And her dessert? People have made remarks that they're to die for, which is more than a little insensitive but hey, still true.

Ember McLain? Phantom's made a deal with her: so long as she keeps her mind control out of her music, she can play however much she wants. They hold weekly concerts in the park, you just gotta make sure everyone scatters by the time the Fentons arrive, and don't say shit to the GIW when they come around asking, and everyone comes out of this happy.

Kitty and Johnny? Sure, their arguments always cause a ruckus, and it can be more than a little awkward to watch a couple scream at each other in public. But if you're willing to lend a kind ear to Kitty when she's upset, she's far less likely to lash out and hurt people as a result. As for Johnny, let him do a couple laps around town and he'll get his head on straight. If the Red Huntress doesn't do it for him, of course. And when they're on good terms, you'll sometimes see them walking about town, holding hands and just having fun. Sometimes they'll buy some ice cream or other treats from stores. No one really knows where they got the money, but it's legit and no one feels the need to turn them away, if they're respectful about private property.

Youngblood? He's a bit brash and immature, but sometimes you'll catch him hanging out with Phantom playing astronauts. Sometimes you'll even see him hanging out with that girl Phantom playing cowboys. He likes to play at the parks and playgrounds with the other kids his age. And yeah, sometimes he hogs the toys a little too long, but he's the best storyteller the kids on the yard have ever seen. He's a great playmate once you get the hang of it.

As for Skulker... eh, he and Phantom have their fights but honestly, it's the collateral damage that causes more problems than the ghosts themselves. The morning commute should not take this long.

Spectra got ran out of town forever ago and at this point, people can recognize her on sight. If your mental health has taken a startling downturn, contact one of the helplines and if worse comes to worst, reach out to Phantom to make sure she's not sticking her nose where no one wants her.

Desiree- watch your mouth and stop saying the word 'wish' and you're set for life. She can be petty sometimes, but again, that's why you watch your mouth.

For 7 out of the 9 cases here, the ghosts don't actually mean much harm. Other, more powerful ghosts like Vortex or Nocturn don't come around often. They might think Phantom is a little bitch, but they respect his territory. They would do the same if they were in his place. Predator acknowledging predator, as I like to say.

But that's the distinct difference. The ghosts can be bargained with, reasoned with. If you give them some other outlet, more often than not they're willing to take it and don't bother anyone first.

The Gotham Rogues on the other hand? There is no indulging the Joker or Black Mask or Scarecrow. In some cases, even when Mr. Freeze's wife is cured or he's finally let her go, he still keeps to his life of crime. What about Harvey Dent? Zsasz? Manbat? A lot of these Rogues cannot be reasoned with.

And this isn't even including the drug dealers and the muggers and the traffickers. This isn't even including the corrupt police and the even more corrupt local government. This isn't even including the likes of the Court of Owls and the rich and elite that run the show. This isn't even including the League of Assassins, who've always had a vested interest in the city.

And isn't that sad? Doesn't that say something when the living are crueler than the dead?

So give me a Danny or a Jazz or a Tucker or a Sam- any Amity Park citizen you want- that is disturbed by the thoughtless destruction and murders. Give me a Jazz that takes one look at the Arkham Asylum patients and is unnerved by their incapability to change. Give me a Danny that visits Gotham one time to lend a hand, and by the end of it, he turns to Batman and he says, "I don't know how you do it."

Because this is a family of vigilantes, who all besides one, do not have powers. They have to cover a city filled with millions of people, watch over them every night, and try to stop any possible terrible atrocities. Because even if every single member of Batman's Rogues Gallery suddenly dropped dead, Gotham has far deeper issues than just them. That is why Batman's crusade is endless. That's why it's not as simple as flicking a switch.

Gotham is terrifying. And what does it say when the Batman can put the fear of god into a city like that?

Batman is terrifying, and I think sometimes that can be a reminder to us all.

#dpxdc #dpxdc headcanon #dpxdc au #i just have a lot of feelings #about a terrifying gotham #and an even more scary batfamily #okay???#long post

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inkskinned · 2 years

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but you couldn't, like, see a gay person kissing.

it was alright that i had been catcalled at 12 years old. it was alright that i had been followed and groped at 15. it was okay men were leery and treacherous. it was okay when a man asked me my age and when i said 18, he said, that age is my favorite.

don't you like feeling sexy? i love action movies, but i often have an internal tally of how often a camera will begin at someone's hips and travel to her face only as if by accident. weirdly, you can't show too-much asscrack in the same movie, even if it was the style in the nineties. sort of only apply a tasteful sprinkling of asscrack.

i am wearing a body type that is very easily sexualized. it's a compliment, you'll miss it. it is not his fault, i am told - and then usually with this assurance, someone will compare me to an object. i am, by the way, not using "i become an object" metaphorically. well, you wouldn't wear a precious watch in a dangerous city - i am the watch, in this situation. can you blame a thief for taking a jewel if it was just left out in the open? i think my personhood is the jewel, but sometimes also it is pain. a dog sees a steak. i like this one because it does refer to men as dogs, even if it does literally compare me to a piece of meat (which is, you know, somehow worse than being a dog. at least call me a bitch, babe).

it's inappropriate to show two men kissing, but it's totally normal to hear that "best" age for childbirth is 15. (it's not, by the way. try 20's & 30's. do your fucking reading). and on tv - let's cut from a murder mystery where a woman is shown brutally bloodied, carved into pieces (only pg-13) into a tampon commercial where she runs around, happy and fluttering, refusing to use the word period, white pants abounding. periods: gross, icky. violence, though, is just a gendered currency.

so it's like - you say "can we please treat women like they're people and stop cutting their heads off in advertisements" and then it's like. no actually we needed that woman's bellybutton to sell drain fluid don't like it don't look. and you say "can you please not make every latin person a drug dealer holy shit" and they're like. unfortunately if we don't make the latin person a drug dealer we literally will go rabid. and you say "okay can we at least agree you super don't need to use racist epithets why is this even a conversation we're still having" and they're like. actually my child is a make-a-wish kid and his only wish was that i get to use words that make your skin crawl and if you don't let me use the words it's because you love cancer don't you.

so it's kind of a lost cause. because when something is complicated even a little bit, you find yourself trying to explain that the solution isn't make women cover up, it's that the idea "sexualization of nonconsenting parties is wrong" can also hold hands with the idea "not every expression of fondness is sexual in nature, nor is nonhegemonic sexual expression somehow more inflammatory or inappropriate than its counterpart"- and both of those ideas can also hold hands with "the male gaze is rarely censored despite the massive amounts of societal harm it imposes." but like, that's a big thought. let's just slap "pg-13" on the movie because they actually use the word lesbian. and let's cross our fingers and hope no kid figures out they're lgbt+ before college - otherwise they have access to literally no resources, since even google will censor the results in case they're pornographic. now, if you wanted to know how to hide a body...

when i was a kid i used to keep my eyes on my toes while walking past bra stores, feeling uncomfortable. it was gross to look at ladies, i knew that much. the way the women were posed was... not for me. not even for the people shopping. it was weird. i don't think anyone actually there-for-the-product was like yeah this is inspiring.

and i remember in high school my friends and i were still talking about how uncomfortable we felt in victoria's secret, shuffling our way out into the new england chill. little yellow leaves around our feet. a guy held the door open for us. a few seconds later, he jogged up after us. we were so startled we turned to look. "sorry," he said. "i just wanted to ask how old you all are." we were young then, so we lied and told him we were older. we'd talk about this later - we all thought maybe one of us had dropped our wallet or something. he smiled dolefully. "i just wanted to say you all are fucking beautiful. you have amazing tits on you."

sometimes i wonder. what if one fraction of the effort they put into making sure no gay thing ever occurs onscreen just went into controlling and educating their own fucking population. now wouldn't that be something.

#this is all over the place #im still recovering from nona #this doesn't make sense #i think what im saying is #fuck censorship #friendly reminder the hays code was LITERALLY created to appease nazis :)

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madame-fear · 6 months

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may I request an lucerys velaryon x pregnant reader fic where she accidentally gets hurt? Angst to tons of fluff please!

*ೃ༄ 𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐑 .ೃ࿐

★ amira speaks! : Nonnie! Okay so i hope this was what you expected, since i am just learning how to write angst. Credits to a beloved nonnie who helped me think of an idea for this, and also credits to my sweetheart Emma @tchatso for the name idea! 💘 — summary : [ — ✧ request ] — word count : 1.6k

— pairing : lucerys velaryon x pregnant!wife!reader — genre : (slight) angst to fluff, hurt/comfort ig.

The young Velaryon Prince anxiously stood outside the door of your chambers. His hand was raised to his lips as he walked in circles, anxiously gnawing his nails, awaiting for the maester to allow him inside.

Luke longed to just force his way inside your chambers, but your wishes were for Lucerys to stay outside as the maester checked your general wellbeing and that of the babe you carried knowing how extremely preoccupied he would be, and he respected your decision. Luke was very attentive to you even before you were pregnant with his child, and it went back to the times he merely courted you.

It was only a small incident; you tripped over a children’s toy that Lucerys’ youngest siblings had left tossed around the floor and you fell to the ground, spraining your ankle. It was indeed rather painful, as you were found in the floor by a maid when she heard you loudly complain in pain, but it could have been worse. Of course, Luke had yet no idea about the gravity of it, which had him concerned the most, overall.

“You should’ve stayed by her side,” he mentally repeated to himself, as if that thought dreadfully gnawed his mind. Of course, being the heir to Driftmark, he had duties and responsabilities to attend — but either way, Lucerys knew he should’ve insisted on staying by your side, as you were heavily pregnant, and he had promised to himself to protect you regardless everything else.

The thought of losing the first child he would have with you provoked him to feel grief in advance, even if Lucerys was still awaiting for the maester to come out and inform him of your and the babe’s health. Much like Luke, you yourself were concerned as well for whatever the trusted maester would tell you. You felt that, if you lost the child — despite having protected your stomach from your hands when falling —, it was your own fault. You were the one to be blamed at the outcome, if anything grave happened.

His walking in circles abruptly stopped, when the large doors of your chambers swung open, finally revealing the maester coming out to talk with him. The future Velaryon Lord’s hazel green eyes widened in surprise, expressing a burdening anxiety that weighed on him. He gulped as he approached the maester, as the old man briefly closed the door behind of him.

“How is she? Is she alright?” the young prince rapidly approached the maester, his hands fidgeted nervously with his fingers. A certain guilt intensified with the passing of seconds, and simultaneously, time passed ridiculously slow. The maester noticed his expression, and nodded his head softly. “I am satisfied to inform you, my Prince, the child and Lady (y/n) have suffered no serious harm.”

An extended sigh of relief escaped from Lucerys. A huge burden slipped away from his body smoothly, “But, she has only sprained her ankle. She will have to rest for a few days.” of course, it was only a small injury that you had suffered, and it caused no harm to the child – but worry still filled him quite intensely. “Lady (y/n) should keep her feet up for her ankle to heal faster, and drink healing herbs.” dumbfoundedly nodding, the young Prince mentally took note of the maester’s suggestions, but all he truly wanted was to see you.

“Understood, maester.” he replied, “Thank you very much.” with a single bow down with his head, the maester greeted the Prince, and walked away to give both of you some privacy. As soon as he left, Lucerys swiftly opened the large wooden door of your chambers, peeking to see you laying in bed with both your hands caressing your swollen stomach.

It was nearly impossible to fight back a large grin from growing at the corner of your lips, noticing that the ghastly expression of fright and concerned was still spread all across his face. It was as if you could already read his early thoughts, before the maester informed him you and your babe were alright.

“My love,” you greeted eagerly at the sight of him. The young Prince closed the door shut behind of him as he entered your chambers. “(y/n)!” he greeted back, feeling more at ease to see you were resting in bed, and overall, the injury wasn’t as bad as he supposed it would be. Quickly, he rushed towards you, sitting by your side at the edge of the bed. Both his arms — a bit too firmly — were wrapped around your body, pulling you closer to him. A small grunt spurred from your lips, giggling at his actions.

One of his hands was raised to cup your cheek, placing his lips on your other cheek to shower you with small pecks. “You have no idea how concerned I was for both of you, my love.” he mumbled in between the pecks; his thumb stroking your skin delicately. Your free hand went to the back of his head, interwining your fingers on his dark, messy hair. His love was a bit overwhelming, but in a good sense. You had no doubt that not only he was a proper, caring husband, but as well as an endearing father to your child.

One of his hands went to be placed on top of your own, the one that caressed your stomach. The stress of the situation still loomed over him, but this time, it wasn’t such a burden as it was before getting to stay by your side. His arms clinged protectively around your body, nuzzling his nose on your cheek in a tender manner. “I should have been there for you, I am very sorry, my love.”

A soft chuckle escaped from you, as your lips found your way to kiss the bridge of his nose affectionately. A dumbfounded grin formed on his rosy lips, fluttering his eyes shut at the feeling of your affection. “Well, if you had been there with me,” you began, brushing away some strands of his hair off his face. “What could have you possibly done about it?” raising an eyebrow, he scoffed. “Place away the toys, and you would have never stumbled upon them.” in his answer seemed to lurk a bit of disappointment at himself, but truly, he was just overreacting.

You rolled your eyes. “I would have stumbled upon them sooner or later, Luke.” your hand took his own, raising it to your lips, and placing a kiss on his palm. “Don’t overthink this. I doubt you could save me from my own clumsiness.” a small chuckle graced off him, going down to look at your pregnant stomach, tenderly stroking it.

“Perhaps I could never save you from your own clumsiness, but I could save you from the mess my siblings leave.”

This time, you released a loud guffawk, flinching your face in the process from the laugh. As he softly laughed with you, feeling a rosy tint creep on his cheeks, his green hazel eyes darted towards your sprained ankle. He realised, it simply laid still on the bed, not having anything to keep it up for the injury to heal faster.

Lucerys stood up, leaving your side, and beginning to rapidly miss the warmth of his body engulfing your own. “The maester informed me that you should keep your feet up, so your sprained ankle could heal faster.” his hands took the pillows Luke used to sleep next to you, and began gently slipping them under your injured ankle to raise it. A small grunt escaped deep from your throat as he helped you move your ankle on top of the pillows but the pain was bearable.

“And I will ask a maiden to prepare a tea for you. You have to rest, (y/n), and you have to take proper care of yourself!” you sighed, fighting back a toothy grin as he seemed to scold you — only out of concern — at how you seemed to not take in consideration what the maester informed you earlier. Lucerys was as attentive and caring as his mother was with you, and you found it to be adorable — yet, he was a bit exaggerated. “I will be fine, Luke. Don’t worry, I can take care of myself.”

Without wasting anytime, he rapidly crawled to the bed, laying by your side. His body was against your own, sliding an arm behind your back to pull you closer. Softly, you rested your hesd on his shoulder, looking up at him in admiration as his hand timidly held your own, caressing your smooth skin. “It doesn’t look like it.” he replied playfully, making you snicker. But of course, you did appreciate how attentive he was.

Leaning closer to his face, you took his chin, kissing the corner of his lips, his upper lip, and then, pressed a quick smooch. His eyes were closed in the process, taking in all the affection you never failed to give him. His heart pounded against his chest, feeling almost like a little boy with a crush. Pride filled him, being satisfied with the family he was forming.

“I love you, my sweet dragon prince.” you mumbled, kissing his chin. Then, he pressed a long kiss to your forehead, only to let his cheek rest on top of your hair, inhaling that sweet scent of yours that you always carried.

“And I love you even more, my beloved.” he replied back, lifting your hand to his lips to kiss your knuckles. Relief washed over him, never failing to be soothed by your warmth, and care. And this situation only reinforced, in a way, the already protectiveness he had around you, especially now that you carried his babe.

“What would I do without both of you?”

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rukkiya · 1 year

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losing control

(welt yang x reader)

tw: reader is uncomfortable with physical touch

“Welt and you will be going down for this mission. Please be careful, I advise you to stay close with him at all times y/n. The people you’ll be dealing with are anything but good.”

Himeko’s voice rings in your ears.

The crowd was only getting worse, the city you were at wasn’t like ones you were used to. Sure cities were busy and all but you were getting swept away by the crowd.

“Y/n! Grab me!” Welts voice comes out strained, people pushing you and him further apart.

The look on your face was making him desperate to get out of there. He knows you have a problem with having people too close let alone touching you, you looked utterly scared.

He doesn’t dare try and grab you; he doesn't want to scare you anymore than you already are hence why he’s telling you to grab onto him.

You reach your hand out to reach for his forearm only to feel someone else grab your arm, sweeping you further away from welt.

“Hey let them go!” Welt pushes forward seeing you squirm uncomfortably.

He would grab you, would bring you close to him but he knows just how uncomfortable you are with any sort of physical touch.

He first noticed it when you joined the Astral Express.

He picked up on your facial expressions and body language when you’d squirm away from the slighted touch. When others would accidentally bump into you even sometimes when March would hug you, though you tried your best to not show it, he noticed it.

You felt bad, didn’t want others to think you were uncomfortable around them exactly. It’s just you’ve never experienced it much and before you knew it when it would happen you found yourself wanting to get away from it.

It made you feel vulnerable, it made you scared for so many reasons.

Doesn’t help that the reason why you were in this mess in the first place was because you had already miraculously gotten on the bad guys side and now they were tailing you.

Welt and you were asking around about the city and it’s recent troubles with the gangs that run certain parts. Little did you know someone from one of the notorious gangs just happened to be listening in.

“Excuse me ma’am sorry to bother, I just wanted to ask you about your troubles with the city lately. Do you think you can tell me anything revolving around certain people?” You politely ask the old lady behind the counter who was serving coffee.

“My dear, please don’t speak so loudly of such people, you never know where they are I wouldn’t want you to get in-“

“Looks like todays your lucky day kid! I just so happen to be involved with the people you speak of. Now, what business do you outsiders have with us huh?” an older man clears his throat leaning next to you, making you lean back stepping off the stool you sat on. Welt’s shoulders come into view to block the man from getting any closer.

“We are here to ask questions, nothing more, please step back.” Welt clears his throat, adjusting his glasses on the bridge of his nose.

“Wasn’t talking to you four eyes. You two are here to cause trouble clearly, anyone who asks about us has bad intentions your little friend there knows just what they’re asking.” The man laughs, making Welt sigh, talking to people like this was like talking to a wall.

“They mean no harm, please don’t start a ruckus in my diner.” The old woman behind the counter sighs, pushing a cup of coffee your way, a look of worry on her face as she looks over to you.

“Go out the back if anything happens.” She mouths and you nod your head, an uneasy feeling setting in your chest.

“Hey,” the older man clicks his tongue, hand reaching over for you. “I’m talking to you kid, don’t you know how to respect-“

In an instant the man’s hand and head were pinned to the table below you, Welt standing over him pinning him down.

The second the man’s head slammed the table around fifteen other men shot up from their seats, weapons drawing pointing at both Welt and you.

“Y/n, get the older woman and take her somewhere safe in the back, have her take you outside, I’ll be there right now.” Welt whispers, making you immediately shake your head no.

“I can’t leave-“

“Y/n you’ll be fine, I promise I’ll go out there for you right now.” Welt’s voice comes out a bit calmer this time, giving you a small nod.

You slowly nod back, placing both palms onto the counter.

“Now!” Welts voice urges you, making you push yourself up and jump over the counter, grab the old lady’s hand and run to the back.

“He’ll be fine.” You tell yourself over and over.

The noises coming from the dining hall were anything but pleasant making you all the more scared.

“Ma’am I’m sorry about all this. I’m taking you away from the fight so you won’t get hurt but I need you to tell me where the back door is at.” You make your way down the narrow hall with her behind.

“Leave me here around the corner dear, I’ll be fine, this is my dinner after all.” She slows down and you turn back to her.

“The door that leads to the outside is all the way down. Make one right and a left. It should lead you outside but beware of the crowded streets, it will however make it earlier for you both to escape. Now go!” She explains, pointing down the hall.

“I can’t leave you here, what if they-“

“I need to stay, they won’t hurt me, trust me. Besides I need to tell that boyfriend of yours where the back door is too!” She turns, hearing the hallway door open.

You open your mouth to say something but she only gently moves your forward to the back.

You quickly thank her once again and make your way down. The door to the outside soon came into view and your legs full on sprinted only coming to a halt when your arms reached out to push it open. You weren’t leaving without Welt.

However Welt was right behind you, the old woman had told him which back door to head out and managed to lose the guy who was tailing him.

Loud footsteps were heard from the corner of the hall and you held your breath.

“Where’s welt?”

“Is he ok?”

“What if it’s not him?”

“What if he’s hurt?”

Your mind racing with so many questions all at once, only does it stop when you see the familiar head of brown hair and glasses come into your view.

“Over here!” You push the door open and step out, waiting for him to fully exit to shut the door and block it from the outside.

As soon as Welts leg left the door, the man from earlier had turned down the corner and was running straight towards you.

You push the door forward with all your weight but it didn’t close fully, the footsteps were now much closer.

You lean back and throw your body against it to push it more but nothing happened.

Welt leaned over your body leaning over the door and shoved it closed just as the older man was about to burst through it.

“Thank you, are you ok?” You ask out of breath.

“Yes I am, they didn’t get me, don't worry I’m not hurt.” He replies equally as out of breath as you, you step close to examine if he’s actually ok or not but stop when you hear something hit the door.

A loud bang comes from the door you've just closed making you both turn, only to see the hinges fly off.

Welt and you made no comment, the second the bolts flew off the door you knew you had to leave.

Your legs waste no time, running down the dark alley and into the crowd.

That’s how you both found yourself in this predicament.

The old woman wasn’t lying when she said the crowded streets would make them lose you, only they proved to be more than you thought, you were losing sight of Welt as people swept you farther and farther away.

“Y/n!” Welts tone calls out laced with worry, his voice sounds so close yet far from all the muffled voices overlapping

The people passing kept bumping into you making you all the more uneasy, being so close to others wasnt something you were used to. You need to get out, the people around you were making it even harder for Welt to spot you.

“Welt! Welt where are you?!” You pull your arm towards you, away from the random person and push your way through the crowd, seeing Welt reach out his hand again.

You felt as if you were slowly losing control. You couldn’t keep your balance, couldn’t move, you were being pushed, grabbed, shoved it was all too much. It was making your skin crawl, burn in an uncomfortable way.

“Grab me, I'll try getting you out of here, just grab my hand or arm wherever you can!” Welt calls out and you manage to get closer.

“What if they can’t reach me?

“Do I grab them?”

“No, I don't want to make them any more uncomfortable than they already are.” Welt argues with himself as to whether or not he should but youre so close, just mere inches away.

You stretch out your arm again, fingers just brushing against Welts before gunshots are heard.

If the crowd was bad before, now, there was truly no way of getting out now.

“No I can't- don't take them.” Welts eyes widen when you get swept back further, your face falls into one of complete horror and he feels his heart drop.

Frustrated tears were now building up.

You had no choice, you know he was trying to respect you by not grabbing you himself. Everyone on the astral express knows and respects your boundaries, but right now you didnt want to be here.

It was strange, though you dislike physical touch right now having Welt grab you or being closer to him sounded so comforting.

“WELT!” you shout and his eyes widen when he sees you crying.

“Grab me! I can't reach you so grab me! It’s ok if you do! I promise it is, you can grab onto me!” You shout, seeing him lunge forward not a second after you called out to him.

You were trying to stop your legs from moving back, staying still getting shoved, pushed, grabbed onto for leverage, you stood your ground.

Welt was much closer than before, squeezing himself though the crowd getting ready to grab you and make it out of here.

This time was the last he'd let this happen.

He wasn't going to stand this anymore. Seeing you get shoved and pushed when you were already this scared.

Another particularly hard shove makes you stumble and lose your footing, you feel yourself slip before you can steady yourself but you never hit the ground.

Welts hand wraps itself gently around your bicep and pulls you close. His other arm barricades you into him as he tries his best to prevent anyone else from bumping into you.

His taller frame didn’t get swept away as easily as you did so he managed to hold his ground. Though it was still tough to force his way out, after what felt like hours he had managed to make it out of the crowd with you.

The gunshots were still going off, the yelling and screaming making everything, the whole situation way down on you.

If you’d only kept your mouth shut, only listened and took your time this never would’ve happened.

Welts legs didn’t stop moving, he still had a firm hold on your arm as he kept you in front of him as he made his way back to where the astral express could pick you both up.

After what felt like ten minutes of walking, Welt stopped and looked around, finding a small deserted area a good place to stay for a bit.

He makes his way to the small bench by the wall with you near, his hand reaching for his phone but stops when he feels your shaking arm intensify a bit.

He looks down at you and notices just how harsh the crowd was on you. Your sleeves were missing from your shirt from being practically thrown around pulled and pushed.

“Hey, hey y/n are you hurt? Are you ok?” He asks, moving back so you can sit on the bench so he can see if you were bleeding anywhere. Feeling the corners of his mouth tug downward when you look up at him with misty eyes.

“I- I’m ok. I just didn’t think it- it would turn out this way.” You stutter, looking back down at your arms laid on your lap, feeling your lips start to tremble.

“Everyone was just so close, I couldn’t stand it.” You shiver a bit, the cool air and memories were making you squirm. “I couldn't reach you. I’m so- I’m sorry I made this whole mess happen. I didn't mean to worry you.” You suck in a deep breath, you didn’t want to cry over this. It wasn’t their fault you felt that way about touching it being close to others. Everyone, including Welt and you were in a panic.

“You don’t need to apologize to me y/n you did nothing wrong.” You feel his hand gently let your arm go, strangely you didn’t even feel it on you. You had forgotten he grabbed you until he let go.

“It’s understandable why you are shaken up and nothing is wrong with that ok? It’s understandable to be uncomfortable in these situations, especially if you don’t like it in the first place. You did nothing wrong, this was out of both your control and my own.” He assures you, voice much softer than earlier.

“Here, if you’d like you can put this on for now. Your sleeves are missing and it’s cold, I wouldn’t want you getting sick too after this.” He shrugs off his coat, sitting next to you on the bench while putting it over your shoulders, being careful as he did so. You’ve taken too much already today he knows you need time to recuperate.

Your fingers clutch the fabric over you, pulling it closer to your skin. The familiar comforting scent makes you calm down a bit more.

“Thank you for saving me, for grabbing hold of me and for being considerate even in a dire situation like that. You didn’t have to wait for me to give you the ok, you could’ve grabbed onto me before but the fact you did makes me feel safer than I do with anyone else Welt, I appreciate it.” You send him a wobbly smile, letting out a long breath, feeling like you can finally breathe now that you’re both safe.

He can only offer you a soft smile back and a nod of his head in return. The smile you gave him and the genuine appreciation in your tone made him feel warm even though his coat was off. Right now at this moment he couldn't be more relieved that you’re safe to see you smile though he knows it’s affecting you more than you’re letting on.

He feels his phone buzz and sees a message from Himeko.

“How’s everything down there?”

He clicks her contact and dials her number, deciding to call and explain what exactly happened.

“No no, I’m ok, so is y/n they’re right here-“

His voice cuts off when he feels the weight of your head lean over on his shoulder, you fell asleep.

“Is everything ok?” Himeko asks and Welt clears his throat, slowly adjusting his glasses as he does so as to not wake you.

“Yes, everything is fine. They’re sleeping right now. They had a long day, I think it’s best we give them some time off when we get back up.” Welt smiles as Himeko hums in agreement .

“Well of course after all today was hard for them from what you’ve told me. We’ll give them as much time as they need. Now, we’ll be there right now to get you both, sit tight.” Himeko tell’s Welt before handing up.

Welt gently leans back into the bench and looks back down at you leaning on his shoulder. Smiling to himself seeing you look at peace for the first time this whole day.

“Get rest, we’ll be home soon.” He whispers as you subconsciously wrap his coat tighter around your frame.

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authors note: helloo loves!! ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و I finally wrote for this handsome man AHHHH welt, blade and yuan jing all have my heart in starrail but something about welt makes me- O-o HDHDHDSH GO CRAZY LOL I’ve been wanting to write this so a while now, this is something I personally struggle with as well so I thought I’d be ok to write it out to help idk lol it’s been getting kinda bad lately so it’s just a way to help me somehow if that makes any sense? ended it on a lighter note bc I need to give y’all a break with the angst hehe but I hope you enjoy! please take care and stay safe! ^~^<3 (also this is not proofread ahh so apologies for any errors!!)

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swanimagines · 3 months

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COLOURS OF THE BEYOND | NIKOLAI LANTSOV

Summary: Bumping into a man at the Novyi Zem market led to something you weren't expecting.

When you began your run from Os Kervo and set sail to a new land you had never before seen, you hadn’t known what to expect. But Novyi Zem was beautiful. All the colors, the smell of food at the street and beautiful handcrafted items and jewelry constantly left you standing in front of stalls, chatting with vendors. And after it had gone on for a few stops, you turned to Mal and Alina, nodding towards the inn. “I’ll catch up.”

“Alright,” Alina replied. “I’ll tell them that you’ll be coming later.” They then smiled at each other before continuing on as you began wandering through the aisles.

“Can I offer you a piece of my family’s hermit cake, my dear?” an old lady asked behind one of the stalls, and you faltered for a moment. In Ravka, you’d immediately think it’s filled with something that would drug you, but something in this lady told you she was being genuine, and you excitedly nodded.

She handed you a piece of it, and you took it, taking a careful bite before you felt like you just stepped into some form of food heaven, raising a hand over your mouth. The old woman chuckled at your heart eyes and you began digging your pouch. “How much?”

“For you? Nothing, we’re just glad to see a foreigner being so enchanted by our culture. If you want another piece, it’s two neredi,” she smiled and you blinked at her before nodding, handing her the two coins and getting a piece on the go.

As you took a bite and turned away, you were collided with something and immediately spit your cake piece out, flailing for a moment before you could register you actually bumped with a man who was standing behind you. “I’m so sorry! I should have watched where I go.”

The man brushed his coat before raising his eyes on you, and before you could sputter out another string of apologies, you were met with the most gorgeous man you had ever seen, and words just got stuck in your throat.

“No harm done,” he replied with a smirk, and you blinked at him for a few times before laughing a little.

“I’m just… so amazed by all these colours. It’s everything Ra- Kerch doesn’t have. I guess I lost my ability to look where I’m going.” You smiled, fumbling with your scarf. His gaze made your face really warm, you noticed.

He smirked. “Well, I'm glad you did. Because otherwise I wouldn’t have seen that beautiful smile of yours.”

Your face heated up even more and you laid your gaze on the ground. "O-oh. Thank you."

You then ended up chatting as you strolled through stalls together, and you immediately felt like you had known him all your life. He just somehow got you, made you feel special without even doing anything in particular - except for a few flirts here and there. He clearly enjoyed having you flustered.

Your little stroll together came to an end sooner than you would have liked as a woman approached him, laying her hand on his shoulder, causing him to turn.

"Captain, she's in the city. They told you the truth," she mumbled, her eyes flicking to you quickly as he glanced at you too.

He placed his hands on his hips. "You're sure?"

"Yes."

"Alright, I'll come to the ship soon."

The woman left, and the man turned to you, his brows furrowed as he sighed.

“You need to run,” you nodded before he said anything. “I understand. It was nice to meet you. I had a wonderful time.”

He nodded, his lips forming a tight line. “I most likely need to leave Novyi Zem tonight, but I hope to see you again one day.”

You smiled at him. “Maybe we will.”

***

A small chase later and hiding from sight until sunset, you were crouching behind some boxes in the harbor, looking over ships. One ship in particular caught your attention, Volkvolny was carved with golden letters to the side of it, two people standing beside the plank.

“What about that one?” you nodded towards it as your eyes traveled up the mast. “It doesn’t have a flag, so…”

“It’s up for rent!” Alina finished for you, smiling as she stood up.

“What are you going to say to them if they recognise you?” Mal asked as he stood up along with you.

“They won’t,” Alina mumbled before clearing her throat, making the shu woman and the man to turn towards you. “We’d like to rent this ship. I can pay, it’s gold.”

They inspected the hair pin for a moment before nodding towards the plank. “Will do. Hurry up then, we’ll need to talk to the captain.”

***

As you were venturing towards the captain’s cabin, your attention got fixed on a small crest on the wall.

“Sturmhond?” you mumbled, looking around as if to wanting someone to confirm. “Huh.”

You then ventured forward, realising you had been left behind, and soon heard voices from the end of the stairs. Alina, Mal, and third voice sounded oddly familiar too.

“...tear down the Fold?”

“Yes, I already have one amplifier, I need two more. Sea Whip and the Firebird.”

You stepped into the room, frowning as you recognised Sturmhond - the man who you had been spending time with at the market earlier.

“All three amplifiers?” Sturmhond’s eyes then shifted on you, who looked at him with wide eyes. “You?”

You blinked. “You?”

Mal frowned, looking between you two. “You know each other?”

Sturmhond scratched his neck sheepishly. “Well, not exactly.”

“We met at the market and… talked.” You nodded along, looking at your toes.

Alina huffed, crossing her arms as she smirked at you. “Talked?” You frowned at her, and she let out a small chuckle. “The way you’re acting feels like you didn’t ‘just’ talk.”

Sturmhond chuckled now too, looking at his map on the table. “That’s quite perceptive of you, Sun Summoner. I might have used my charm with her.”

Your eyes roamed the floor, trying to look everywhere but Sturmhond or your friends, somehow particularly embarrassed that you had been caught with your mini “crush”. If you can call it a crush, it was natural to have short lived crushes on people you talk with for ten minutes, at least that’s what Katja had told you back when you had yet to cross the Fold the first time. She had been trying to ease your fear by telling a story of how she had had a crush on Mikhail once, the same Mikhail who was so bad at flirting that he usually accidentally offended the girl. She had developed the crush and lost it after a few days without anything even happening between them, and you thought the same would happen to you after you wouldn’t see the guy ever again.

All of you were silent for a moment, before Alina spoke up again. “As I was saying - I’m intending to hunt down the Sea Whip and the Firebird to amplify my powers to tear down the fold. Will you and your crew will help us?”

***

Almost a year had gone by. Fold had been destroyed, Darkling had been killed and Nikolai had been pretending to be engaged to Alina. It was all an act, of course - behind the scenes, Alina loved Mal and you and Nikolai had become close in romantic sense. You spent a lot of your nights in his bed, cuddling and kissing with him and leaving before dawn so nobody at the palace would suspect anything going on.

Your feelings had developed slowly, especially after you found out he’s a prince. It complicated things a lot, you thinking nobody would ever consider you being a proper princess. And after Vasily’s death, yet another barrier rose in front of you - if Nikolai ever married you, you’d become the Queen of Ravka. You, an otkazat'sya, a former tracker with no noble blood whatsoever. People would never understand if you were asked. Nikolai on the other hand, told you that the world is changing and people would learn to respect his love for whoever his Queen would be.

That day wasn’t coming anytime soon though. For now, you were content to be in Nikolai’s arms, feel him kiss the top of your head as you drifted asleep. You were happy to know he loved you and dreamed of the day you’d get to put on a gorgeous wedding dress and a tiara on your head as you’d walk along the aisle, finally being united with Nikolai. Someday, you wished for that to be true, for Nikolai to be right and you would indeed be embraced by Ravkan people once they’d see how much their King cares for you, and how gracious you would be to them.

You bumping into him at that market had led to something incredible - and you couldn’t wait what life had in store for you in the future.

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queenshelby · 10 months

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Forbidden Desire (Part Eight)

Pairing: Thomas Shelby x Reader (Female/Incestuous)

Warnings: Incest (at this stage accidental), Age Gap, PTSD, Domestic Abuse, Self-Harm, Fluff, Smut

Later that day…

After a well deserved and forever first shopping spree, during which you spent the entirety of your first paycheque on new shoes and a satin garment, you drove to Arrow House.

You were still using Tommy’s car which, without asking him permission, you had not returned to him yet and it was obvious to you that he did not mind. He clearly wanted you to visit him whenever you chose and that, too, was obvious to you when you pulled up in front of the mansion and Frances offered to take your coat, which was an offer you declined.

Frances was kind to you and asked whether you were here to see Mr Shelby.

“Yes, he is expecting me” you said confidently and, without questioning you, Frances went to his office, letting him know that you were here.

“Sir, the lady from last night is here to see you. She said that you were expecting her” she told him and, considering that it was only midday, Tommy acted rather surprised when he found out that you were here to see him.

“Did she just?” he thus asked, smiling, before taking off his reading glasses.

“She was rather convincing sir. Shall I ask her to leave” Frances asked and, of course, Tommy shook his head.

“No Frances. Send her in and cancel all my meetings for the rest of the afternoon. I do not wish to be interrupted again” you heard Tommy say to his maid and, before she could even show you the way, you marched into Tommy’s office contently and with a big smile on your face.

“Guess what” you told him and he immediately furrowed his eyebrows at you. He was intrigued about what you had to say to him.

“What is it Love?” he asked, seeing that you were clearly excited about something.

“I bought a dress today and I bought it just for you. Would you like to see it?” you asked almost playfully, causing Tommy to chuckle. By this point, he had no idea what this was about and thought that you must have been up to something.

“I can see that you are not exactly put off by what Lizzie had to say to you last night, calling you a whore. I did not get the chance to speak to you since then because you disappeared, but I ought to apologise for her behavior. I think very highly of you and…” Tommy began to say while looking into your eyes. His blue eyes almost unified with yours and you could see that he was truly sorry about what happened.

“Tommy, don’t! I am sorry that I disappeared last night. The truth is that, yes, I was upset by what Lizzie had to say about me. I needed some time to think about it and the position I am in, but then came to the conclusion that I do not want to waste another thought on this woman. I am worthy of your attention regardless of what anyone else has to say and, unless you disagree, I was hoping that we could spend the day together” you said confidently and the fact that you spoke with this great certainty in your voice excited Tommy. Unlike usually, you were assertive and he liked that a lot.

“Well, fuck Lizzie then, eh?” he teased before telling you that he had already cancelled the rest of his meetings for the afternoon.

“Now, show me that dress you bought for me. I am intrigued” he then went on to say and, what you revealed to him shortly after that, also came as a surprise to him.

“You should be intrigued because it’s very revealing and it’s made from real silk” you smirked before walking towards where Tommy was sitting.

“Real silk?” Tommy asked while, slowly, you unbuttoned your coat and this certainly caught Tommy’s attention.

“Yes, real silk Tommy” you teased as, eventually, you allowed your coat to drop to the floor somewhere in the middle of the room and, when Tommy saw you in what appeared to be nothing more than rather flattering lingerie of some sort, his chin dropped.

“Love, that is not a dress. That is something else” he acknowledged as you approached him and gave him a desperate kiss which was exactly where you had left off the night before.

“Like I said, I only bought it for you and I want you to touch it. It is so smooth against my skin” you whispered seductively as you put one arm around his neck, and settled into his lap which, too, was something that surprised him and, since you were so confident in your demur, he did not hesitate and ran his hand over the smooth silk that covered your back. It made you shiver and bury your face in to his neck almost immediately where you inhaled the scent of his cologne.

“It feels very smooth indeed” Tommy acknowledged as his hand wandered down to your bottom, then caressed your thigh and leg. He ran his hand over your smooth, belly, and tentatively cupped one breast.

“Tommy” you moaned when you felt him touch you there and Tommy wondered where you were going with this.

“Do you want me to stop?” he asked, ensuring your comfort as he felt your nipple becoming erect and hard.

“No Tommy. I want you to keep going” you said as, beneath where you were sitting, you felt his cock growing hard against the fabric of his pants.

“In fact, I want you to keep going all the way tonight” you then told him just as Tommy was kissing your neck gently while massing your breasts.

“What do you mean by that?” Tommy ought to clarify, taking a quick break from what he was doing in order to look into your eyes, seeking out cues.

“I want you to sleep with me, Thomas. I want you to be my first” you told him and, suddenly, Tommy’s want became so strong that he couldn't stop himself from reaching up your silken skirt, feeling the smooth skin of your calf before moving even higher.

“Are you sure about that, Love?” Tommy then asked nonetheless and you nodded.

The sensation was so arousing that you began to shake. You spread your legs without even thinking about it. You wanted him to touch your there again and began breathing deeply as you felt his hand grazing the tender flesh of your inner thighs.

“Alright, but we should take this to the bedroom, eh?” Tommy then said just as his growing desire for you began to overwhelm him.

To be continued…

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call-memissbrightside · 2 years

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Scared

Part One | Part Two

TW: Mentions of suicide, suicidal thoughts and actions, trauma

“You should be ashamed of yourself.”

A woman's voice caught your attention, making you look away from the aisle of noodles you were looking through. A middle-aged woman, maybe a little older than thirty, was standing close to you. Her vile expression made you cower.

“Excuse me?” You didn’t know the lady, and you weren’t sure if she was upset because you grabbed the last box of gluten free spaghetti noodles. You scanned the otherwise empty aisle, confused, before looking back at her still glaring at you.

“It makes me sick when kids like you show off your self harm like that, like you want the attention or something.” She shakes her head in disapproval.

Your stomach dropped, and followed her gaze to your exposed wrists. Today was the first day you decided to wear a short sleeve shirt, it had been weeks since the bandages had come off but you were finally comfortable with the scarring that was left behind after your suicide attempt. But now-

"Seriously, you are being a bad influence on others. Just because you suffered doesn't mean you need to show off!" The woman's words were making you tear up, and like you were being physically attacked, you wanted to retreat.

"Hey lady, why don't you fuck off," Katsuki Bakugou's voice startled both you and the woman, and you sighed in relief at the sight of the blonde.

He had a basket full of groceries in his hand, wearing a pair of sweats and a t-shirt but Bakugou was just as menacing in civilian clothing as he was in his hero uniform.

"Ya know, you blabbering your hate can cause someone to feel like shit," Katsuki moved closer to you, but his red eyes were trained on the rude woman.

"Do you want to be the reason why someone kills themselves?" He asked, tilting his head.

The woman is flustered, and begins moving away. "N-no Dynamight sir, there's been a misunderstanding!"

Katsuki scoffed, his glare still in place. "I heard you bitch, now why don't you fuck off!"

The lady didn't stick around the argue, dissapearing just as quickly as she appeared. You stood there dumbfounded, still holding the box of pasta in your hands.

"What a bitch" Bakugou said, scoffing before looking back at you.

He took in how frazzled you looked, and could immediately tell what the woman told you really hurt your feelings. Seeing you hurt like that made his chest tighten and the young hero wishes he would've spotted you sooner, to be able to save you quicker.

Wiping at your eyes quickly, you wave off his concern.

"Thanks," You took a deep breath before continuing when you felt a rush of tears, "-for sticking up for me. That was nice of you."

Now that the presence of danger was gone, Katsuki felt awkward just standing there like a loser.

"I wasn't following you or anything," He mumbled. You caught how he was looking away from you, rubbing the back of his neck.

"I just needed to get some pasta for dinner," Bakugou pointed to the shelf behind you.

"Right!" You moved aside so that Bakugou could make his selection, remembering how he was picky about where he got his groceries at. You felt a bit embarrassed that you wound up at the same store as him.

"How's Denki?" You asked to fill in the silence, watching as his eyes scanned over the boxes. He had a slight stubble growing on his face, and his hair looked like Katsuki forgot to brush it. Seeing him so close and so relaxed made you flustered.

"Fucking annoying as shit." That makes you laugh, and hearing your high pitched laughter made Katsuki crack a smile.

"We have a deal though, I cook dinner and I don't have to pay rent," He said, peeking at your expression through the corner of his eye. Your smile was wiped from your face, and the basket in your hold jerked as you tightened your hold on it. Dumbass, why did you say that? He thinks, griminacing.

You feel that it's time for you to leave, and you open your mouth to spit out a lame goodbye when Bakugou beats you to it.

"Hey, will you help me find a good dessert option? Denki is pretty picky," Katsuki said, lying straight out of his ass because his friend would eat anything. You knew that, but any reason to stick around was good enough for you to crack a smile and agree.

"I like your shirt," Bakugou said as the two of you browse the bakery section. He isn't looking at you when he said that, meticulously reading through the ingredient list of a cherry pie.

You glance down at your plain white shirt and cock an eyebrow, "Thanks?"

"Don't listen to what that old hag told you, you're braver than you think," He whispers, holding out the pie for you to take.

His words cause you to blink back tears, and you look down at the pie in your hands so that he won't see how his words impacted you. Katsuki notices anyways, because he knows you.

You're shocked when Katsuki pulls you in for a brief hug, but he couldn't help not console you after that shitty experience.

Both of you walk together to the register to pay, chatting about mostly nothing of significant, but it felt nice to just speak to one another like old friends.

Bakugou waited for you to finish paying before taking your groceries to your car.

"You don't need to do that," You try to argue but Bakugou wouldn't listen to you as he loaded up your car.

"I'm glad you're taking care of yourself," He said when he faced you again.

Katsuki's words made you feel happy, and you noticed how the sunset matched his hair, and how the sun peeking out from the clouds shined just as bright as his eyes.

"Thank you Katsuki," You said.

He gives you a small smile, and a three finger salute before walking with his groceries to his car.

You watch him as he walks away, and the cracks in your heart spread as you choke on a sob but you hold it in until you're in your own car.

Pressing the palms of your hands against your closed eyes, your tears feel hot as you let them fall. Your chest concaves as it struggles to breath, and you hiccup for a intake of air.

The lack of oxygen reminds you of the truth: Katsuki and you were broken up.

It was a mutual decision.

The discussion of marriage caused a rift between the two of you, and it felt like old times again, when Bakugou and you would fight without really listening to one another.

You felt like you were to blame for the end of the greatest relationship you've ever had, if only you hadn't let your stupid problems get in the way. You ruined everything and now you have to pay the price.

"Get out of your head." Bakugou is familiar with that look of frusteration on your face.

He was packing a bag of his stuff, mumbling about how he'd crash with Denki to give you space but just the idea of sitting alone in an apartment he paid for makes your skin crawl.

"You don't have to leave, I can visit my parents-" Katsuki scoffs at the idea.

"What? Just to give them more reason to hate me?"

"They don't hate you Kats," You reply, but when Katsuki catches your eye, he knows your lying.

An emergency call to the couple therapist helped you and Bakugou correctly share your ideas about marriage. Katsuki's argument was that he sees the two of you together for the long run so why not just get hitched now. You agreed with him on seeing the relationship continuing for a lifetime, but the idea of marriage now, after everything that happened seemed a bit rushed.

Stubborn in his way, Bakugou bite back his tongue as you tried explaining your reasoning but not really listening.

"I love you, and you love me. Why can't that be enough?" He said it so confidently that you broke down sobbing.

"I don't know why," You cry, because you're emotions are conflicted and it's leaving you a mess.

"I don't know what the fuck is wrong with me, why I can't just be happy with you and let myself be carried away." What little progress you made during your recovery seemed to be lost as your head filled with anxious, hateful thoughts about yourself.

Sensing your unraveling, Bakugou backed off on the topic of marriage. He doesn't want to push you, he doesn't want to hurt you more so he steps back and suggests time apart.

It's not an easy decision, in fact leaving you scares the shit out of him and he doesn't know what 'giving each other space' really means.

Days drag on without so much as a text from one to the other, and slowly time apart doesn't hurt as much anymore.

You're going to therapy, and returned back to work. There's a huge hole in your chest that Katsuki use to fill up, but now you were remembering who you use to be, who you wanted to be. Yet, you can't sleep in the bedroom you use to share with Katsuki, and you can't even look at the attached bathroom. It felt like a boogey man was waiting for you in there, where you decided that a razor would take all the pain away. It was better if you just slept on the couch, missing Katsuki but far enough away that the dark thoughts couldn't touch you.

The breakup wasn't easy on Katsuki. Crashing on Denki's couch wasn't where he imagined himself to be at the age of 25. He felt rejected, like he wasn't good enough for you to want to marry him.

His father was the one to help change his view.

"Katsuki, do you remember when you were kidnapped?"

The question and the memory puts him in a sour mood, but Masaru quickly continues his line of thought before his son could blow up.

"You were so scared, and even if you put on that tough guy act, you weren't okay for a long time," Masaru reaches to hold his son's hand that was laid on the kitchen table, the tea he made for them forgotten.

Katsuki grinded his teeth, but listened silently.

Masaru swallowed the ball of emotion that formed in his throat, sniffling, "We were so worried about you, your mother and I, but you kept pushing to put what happened to you in the past."

"Wait so you think I'm pushing (Y/N)?" Katsuki became defensive.

Marasu shook his head, reaching to push back the same blonde hair his son inherited from his wife away from Katsuki's forehead.

"I think you're scared Katsuki, and you're trying to bury what happened, but son you can't do that for (Y/N)," His father explained.

"She needs time to process what happened, what she did and why she did it. Marriage is a huge commitment, and I think you suggested it because you hope that a happy moment like a wedding would cover up the fact that (Y/N) tried to commit suicide," Masaru said.

Katsuki let himself cry in front of his father, and Masaru hugged his son as he let out all his fear, like Katsuki was little boy again that was scared of a monster under his bed. Only, how Masaru wished the tears his only son wept were still over make-believed things.

The day you decided to go into the bathroom where you tried to kill yourself was actually a good day. You were getting a promotion soon, your friends had invited you out for the weekend. It had been weeks since you ran into Katsuki at the grocery store, but news coverage showed how he was maintaining his second place in the hero ranks and you were proud of him.

You needed tampons because your period was coming soon, and you knew in the bathroom there was a new box of them. The only issue was that you hadn't stepped foot in the bathroom since that night, the night you tried to end it all.

"This is stupid, it's just a fucking bathroom," You mumble to yourself as you stand in front of the closed door, but your hand shakes as you turn the knob.

You weren't sure what you were expecting. It looked the same as before, black towels hanging from the rack, your jewelry and Katsuki's toothbrush left abandoned on the sink counter.

The spot you remember laying in as you bled out was cleaned up, not a spec of red on the white flooring. You imagine Katsuki having to come back from the hospital to clean up your blood, the thought makes your stomach twist.

Releasing a breath you didn't realize you were holding, you want to laugh at yourself for being so dramatic. Crouching to look through the sink cabinet, you see a piece of paper sticking out from underneath.

Curious, you pull it out and you feel all the blood drain for your face when you read the words scribbled on it: I'm sorry I smothered you.

Tears blur your vision, and you fall to your knees and clench your suicide note to your chest.

You don't know if Katsuki ever read it, you believe he didn't because he never brought it up and would have thrown it away if he did.

Reading those words you wrote as your last testimate did something to you, like opening Pandora's box where all the bad and dark thoughts that plagued your fragile mind made their way back in. You felt like you were suffocating, but now you were completely alone.

You pushed everyone away, the dark thoughts taunt.

Katsuki is doing absolutely fine without you, he doesn't need you. You can't stop crying, and you hate how your eyes found a pair of scissors laying on the sink counter, temptation making you shake. Your healed scars feel like they're burning from the inside, something wanting to be let out.

Finish what you started...

The ringing of the doorbell makes your jump, the black cloud that was hanging over you evaporating. Running out of the bathroom like a bat from hell, you run downstairs and open the front door without taking the time to see who it was.

"(Y/N)!" Mitsuki Bakugou doesn't wait for you to invite her inside, the woman barged into your home with a bag of groceries. You wipe your face with your sleeve, but she doesn't notice that you're crying, already onto the next thing.

"Have you seen the news? Katsuki is fighting a big son-of-a-bitch!" Her voice can be heard from the kitchen. Her husband, Masaru Bakugou smiles shipishly at you while he trails behind his wife and leaving you to close the door in confusion.

It's when Mitsuki turns the news on that it clicks in your head why they're here. On the screen is a live action shot of Bakugou and other pro-heros fighting the latest big-villian, with reporters giving a play by play of what's going on. It's become a rather unusual tradition you had with Katsuki's parents, they'd come over whenever a fight was broadcasted and cook dinner to help ease your fear of your boyfriend getting hurt.

"We'll make homemade ramen, does that sound alright?" Masaru asked you as his wife zones in on the TV.

You're not sure if Katsuki told his parents about how you're not together at the moment, and you're too shy to do so yourself so you just nod and help with preparing the food. You feel frazzled, having just been sobbing a minute prior and now eerily calm.

"How are you dear?" Mitsuki questions as you help her chop up ingredients. She's always intimidated you, with her loudness and steady attention, the same traits that Katsuki seemed to have inherited.

The Bakugou's know about your suicide attempt and have made it clear that no matter what happens between you and their son, they will always be there for you. The sentiment made you feel warm on the inside.

"I'm actually doing a lot better," You answer, half a truth and half a lie. You don't have the heart to tell them that you were close to relapsing moments before they showed up. Masaru and Mitsuki's eyes meet and they both smile.

"My son isn't causing you any headaches, is he?" Mitsuki is only teasing but your heart breaks because truthfully, you were the one causing all the troubles. You open your mouth to express your faults when Mitsuki screams in excitement.

"He won!" You're startled when Mitsuki pulls you and Masaru into a group hug, but nonetheless you can't help but also feel her excitement when the breaking news headline reads: DYNAMIGHT DEFEATS VILLAIN, VICTORY FOR HEROES!

You never doubt that Katsuki isn't capable of dishing out justice to those that cross his path, but like his mother, deep down there will always be a seed of worry. Yet, knowing he's okay, that he made it out fine and no one was badly hurt helped settle your nerves.

While the Bakugou's prepare the table, you slip away for a moment to text Katsuki for the first time since he left: Your parents are here.

Katsuki was just walking out of his agency when his phone rang, and reading your words made his stomach drop. Katsuki was conflicted, he told his mother to give you space but it seems the old hag went against his wishes.

Katsuki is apprehensive when he reaches the front door to the house, not knowing if he should knock or use his key. He hadn't come over since he left. Katsuki was worried you were mad at him, for his parents bombarding you when he promised to give you space. He has the idea to just text you, when the front door opens and there you were.

He's taken aback by how big you're smiling, a sight he hasn't been blessed with in such a long time.

"What are you doing out here weirdo?" You tease him, and Katsuki feels the tension leave his body.

"I-uh didn't know if I should come in," He begins to explain, but you pull on his arm and drag him inside.

"Don't be stupid Katsuki, this is your home," You tell him, squeezing his hand.

His parents greet him in the dining room, and he barely has time to set down his duffle bag before his mother is smothering him with a hug.

"Oh Katsuki, you had us worried there for a moment!" Mitsuki jokes, and the usual scowl on Katsuki's face returns.

"Shut it, you hag!" Masaru and you laugh at the mother-son antics, the yelling only ceasing when it was time to eat. It feels like old times, sitting at the dinner table with Katsuki telling what the fight was like with everyone soaking up every word he says.

The Bakugou's joke and tell funny stories about Katsuki, making him embarrassed but seeing you laugh and go along with their teasing makes it worth it. It's late when his parents decide to head home, and Katsuki nearly needs to slam the door in his mother's face to get her to finally leave the two of you alone.

He finds you in the kitchen cleaning up.

"You can just leave those," Katsuki argues, but you shake your head. "I don't mind."

Katsuki moves to help you, taking on the role of drying without a word but you notice how tired he seemed. "You don't need to help Katsuki." He looks at your face, red from all the laughter you spilled over dinner. "I don't mind."

Katsuki gets ready to head out for the night, groaning softly at the soreness spreading throughout his body after a day of saving the world. You notice his stiff movements, and check how late it was.

"Katsuki, you can stay the night," You said, anxious about being all alone again. Being with him for dinner brought such comfort to your broken heart, and even if you knew him staying didn't mean anything serious, you wanted him to stay.

Bakugou was glad you extended the invitation to spend the night, he was beyond exhausted to drive but he didn't want to push you.

He puts down his duffle bag, and gives you a genuine smile to show how grateful he is for your hospitality.

He's too handsome, you think because when Katsuki is looking at you like that, all soft and sleepy, it makes your fragile heart skip a beat.

"Sure, I'll stay," Katsuki said, and you imagine in another lifetime, he means forever and not just for the night.

If only you hadn't fucked everything up.

Taglist: @shortstoriesbyher , @distinguishedlight, @eijiandkatspebble, @atsushiki , @platrom, @valyblossms, @eclipsxntice, @itsroseally, @grass-frog, naturakaashi

A/N: I'm sorry this took so long to get out, but I'm glad I was able to get this out. Every chapter of this series is emotionally draining for me, and if I want to make a fourth piece it might be the last. I enjoy all your messages of encouragement, and I know this topic is heavy and I'm just happy that people are appreciating my writing. Thank you.

#bakugou katsuki #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugou headcanons #bakugou x reader #mha bakugou #bakugou x you #bakugo katsuki #katsuki bakugo x y/n #bakugo katuski #katsuki x reader #bnha bakugo katsuki

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peptothesi · 2 years

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Who is this fine babe

The reader meeting the jojo bro’s and flirting since you guys loved the villain one, (this is purely platonic)

Jonathan

🐶 You we’re visiting Jonathan after his battle with dio, you had brought flowers and chocolates for him as a ‘get well soon’ gift.

🐶 You raised your arm to knock on his door and it opened to reveal a man with blonde hair and a scarred face.

“Who might you be? What business do you have here?”

“I- um I have- uh I have some gifts-“

“OH! Y/N! Speedwagon it’s alright they’re my friend they mean no harm!”

🐶 The man now know as speedwagon immediately apologises while you eye him up like he’s a straight from a dream.

🐶 You we’re snapped out of your trance when Jonathan began softly hissing at you making you aware that it was your turn to respond.

“Y/N? Are you alright?”

“You’re cute”

“Wha?”

🐶 It was the perfect thing to break the tension making Jonathan and Erina chuckle whilst Speedwagon flushed a pink across his features.

“Oh my um, thank you that’s very kind”

🐶 Jonathan won’t let you live it down and not in the way that he keeps teasing you but reminding you that you shouldn’t be embarrassed about it.

“Y/N it’s alright Speedwagon didn’t mind it, I’m sure it won’t affect your relationship with him”

“Jonathan please let it go-“

🐶 He’s so supportive and he thinks that you and Speedwagon should be together but then again you cannot tell if he’s serious or not.

Joseph

✈️ “Mamma mia, Joseph who’s this angel I see before me!!”

✈️ You came to Italy to see Joseph and see how he was handling his training, he was overall very excited to have you around.

✈️ Mainly because you are his best friend and he loves the attention you provide him but his heart sunk to his kneecaps when you met Caesar and inflated his ego instead.

✈️ Caesar was caught of guard he didn’t expect that but he also found it quite amusing.

“Well at least one of you have good taste, I’m shocked to see why we weren’t introduced earlier. Grazie, amore mio”

✈️ Hates it. hates it. hates it!

✈️ He groans everytime you speak to each other and gags when you both flirt with each other.

✈️ He sees the winks and the looks you two give each other and he rages.

✈️ For example if you both sit together he will sit in between you both.

✈️ He caught you both out together for lunch and you both almost had a lady and the tramp spaghetti moment thank god he had a pair of scissors on him and cut the pasta.

✈️ Doesn’t support it he rather you flirt with Kara or Lisa Lisa just ANYBODY ELSE!!

“Y/N why him of all people you can do so much better!! I know your standards are low but my god man!!”

“Joseph why-“

“Amore, don’t waste your breath he’s a lot cause and he of all people shouldn’t talk about standards-“

“GO TO HELL!!”

✈️ Maybe he wants what’s best for you and he doesn’t see Caesar as what’s best for you or maybe he just despises Caesar enough that the thought of him dating a lively person like yourself makes him ill or maybe it’s the image of his best friends dating and leaving him behind makes him depressed we will never know.

✈️ Its OBVIOUSLY the second option though.

✈️ He’s so glad when you need to leave Italy he doesn’t have to go through that torture anymore.

Jotaro

“Y’know you’re quite attractive now that I think about it Kakyoin”

“Huh? Oh-oh thank you Y/N, I find you attractive as well”

🐬 Kakyoin might be blushing and stuttering but Jotaro doesn’t really care I mean go for it I guess but as long as you both aren’t flirting for the next 50 days.

🐬 But the relationship he builds with kakyoin and how close he now is with you both, he finds it weird and he only realised how weird it was when he was walking home with you one day and it popped into his mind.

“Yare Yare daze”

“What’s wrong?”

“You know what you did”

Josuke

“I mean I guess I can see where Yukako is coming from but in my eyes Okyusa is more attractive”

“HE’S WHAT?!”

“REALLY?!!”

💛 A shock to the system really, he didn’t see that coming and he doesn’t know how to feel about it.

💛 He makes peace with it at first but it slowly gets to him over time.

💛 Okuyasu uses it in arguments with Josuke it’s his most prized bragging argument that he uses all the time.

“Okay but I’ve got better hair!”

“Y/N thinks I’m the most attractive guy in town they said it themselves!!”

“God dammit”

💛 It’s jealousy but he’s not going to admit that for the sake of his pride.

💛 He’s nothing if he’s not a lover of attention, so when the the thought of someone else being greater than him in your eyes comes to mind it pains his heart.

💛 He pouts when you and Okuyasu jokingly flirt with each other.

💛 He pretends he doesn’t care about it cause why would he? It’s just a compliment (he really cares)

“Okuyasu sometimes you’re just too cute for me to handle!”

“Daw! Y/N stop it!”

“What about me though?”

“Hmm did you say something Josuke?”

“Nope you must be hearing things you need me to use Crazy Diamond?”

Giorno

“Bruno has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are?”

🐸 Everyone got real quite real quick, the talking stopped and just turned to you like you just did something stupid.

🐸 Bruno just chuckled and thanked you a smile gracing his features making you sigh dreamily.

🐸 Narancia and Mista poked at Giorno wondering what he thought about it all.

🐸 You two are close after all, isn’t he going to react to this?

🐸 He doesn’t really see it as a big deal though, true it is strange considering Bruno is your boss and that’s not really appropriate to say to your boss but oh well.

🐸 You are close so he’ll ask you about it and if it’s just plain simple you spoke your thoughts and meant what you said then there’s not much he can really do.

🐸 He might be a little jealous but nobody will know that.

“Did you mean it when you called Bruno beautiful??”

“Yes, I think he’s very attractive why do you ask?”

“No reason”

#female y/n #gn y/n #male y/n #jjba x reader #giorno x reader #jjba x y/n #jonathan joestar x reader #joseph joestar x reader #josuke higashikata x reader #jotaro x reader

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daught3rofyahweh · 17 days

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I'm a Catholic, lets yap about Satan ✧

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Let's face it, movies lie.

They lie about a lot of things, like that the pentagram is the symbol of demons and that witchcraft immediately means Satanic.

Movies lie that all nuns are abusive and cruel, they lie that Jesus was a white man, etc. They lie that Satanist sacrifice children and animals, they lie that all Satanists belong to a cult, they lie that all Satanists are up for assault.

Sadly, it's rare to see a Christian have a real conversation with a Satanist that doesn't involve fighting, ridicule, and attempts to convert the individual. How many of these Christians go off of the movies and assume the information is straight out of the history books? Sadly, a lot. Christians will also see a video of a girl spitting up into a bowl, crying, and screaming and immediately jump into the conclusion that she must be possessed by an evil force rather than considering the person has a disability or doing it for attention.

Satan doesn't want to kill you nor does he want to possess you

Does Satan like God? No. Does he want to psychically harm you just because you like God? Also no. In all real exorcisms, it's usually always a angry demon, never Satan. Satan converted the fallen angels to follow in his path but not to literally follow his every move, they were all just sent to hell together, that doesn't make Satan their ruler pursue.

Forgot who made Satan?

Christians say they know God created Satan but have they truly acknowledged it? What is "pure evil" exactly? Someone could commit threaten someone with a gun one night and then help an old lady across the street the very next day, get where I'm going?

Satan was God's favorite. God built him to be his favorite. Satan was built on grace but also with his own free will to think whatever he wants, which is why he was capable of choosing not to follow his Father. Have you ever heard a Satanist say that Satan told them to hurt a Christian? Probably not. Satan looks more towards basic trying to persuade people into converting to his side but he never has had assaulted them over it because he is still built on grace. His grace that still lingers inside him, is the exact reason why most Satanists follow Satanic rules that somewhat match the rules of Christianity.

I have talked to Satan in the past. He's not a threat or terrifying.

In the past, when I was still lost on how I wanted my beliefs to be, I tried talking to Satan through tarot. Not once did he ever treat me like I was scum all because I also liked his brother, Gabriel. Satan did have a slight additude but also humor and just regular conversation. All that happened was a fued between Michael and Satan in the conversation, which Gabriel dipped cause he was tired of dealing with them, it felt nothing like just a sibling fued. Nothing too crazy, basically seemed like a roasting battle.

STOP HATING ON SATANISTS BECAUSE THEY AREN'T ACTUALLY BAD PEOPLE. LOVE THY NEIGHBOR AND STOP ACTING LIKE SATAN IS GOING TO DO ANYTHING TO YOU!!

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#folk catholicism #catholic witch #christian witch #godlovesyou #god #catholic #witchcraft #jesuschrist #satan #satanic #jesus #witch #archangels

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starlight-tav · 5 months

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Shadowheart and Religious Trauma

Warnings: MAJOR spoilers for Shadowheart's companion quest, religious abuse/trauma, anxiety, grief

Note: I'll probably revisit this one day when it's not so fresh in my mind and hopefully I'll make more sense then. For now, these are my thoughts, jumbled and raw

One of the most heartbreaking things for me while playing BG3 was Shadowheart's story and how analogous it is to religious deconstruction.

I was raised in a Christian cult – I won't go in depth about the abuses I suffered within, but I will say that the pain is always with me, much like the curse of Shar that lingers within Shadowheart until you make your final decisions in the House of Grief.

Shadowheart travels an arduous path from Shar's embrace to freedom; she's zealous when you first meet her, having been stripped of her entire identity. Shar and her followers have not only taken her name, her memories, and caused her immeasurable mental and physical harm; they have also taken her family, warped her only memory of her father into a source of paralyzing fear.

If you establish a bond with Shadowheart, you see her start to question the curse bestowed on her. She begins to doubt the "lesson" her goddess must be teaching her. And then you meet the Nightsong, the ultimate test of her faith.

If Shadowheart spares Dame Aylin's life, she turns her back on her goddess and the only community she's ever known up until the tadpole brought you together. She doesn't have to make this decision alone. She has you and your other companions standing with her. She spares the Nightsong and rejects the cruel deity she's spent her life serving.

Shadowheart appears more hopeful, more determined than ever. With your help, she's going to find her parents and save them from the goddess.

You fight side by side through the dark disciples and the Mother Superior in the House of Grief. You get the key to the dungeon. You find her parents. There's an impossibly brief moment where you think we did it. And then Shar shows herself.

She tells Shadowheart to make the choice between her own freedom and her parents' lives. This decision devastated me. I had to close the game. I had to take a breath and calm down. Because I had to make that decision too.

I had to decide between my own life and a relationship with the people who raised me. I could come out and reject everything I'd been taught, severing the bonds between myself and the people who perpetuated my pain; or I could carry on in service until it killed me.

When Shadowheart was presented the options, there was no question in my mind as to what I was going to choose. But I didn't know if that was because it was what was best for me or for her.

This is where Shadowheart's story diverts the most from my own. Her parents wanted her to be free. Their faith in Selûne would transform them, bring them peace, and keep them close to her. Knowing this, I urged Shadowheart to take their lives, putting them at rest. She did.

Shadowheart is free from the Lady of Loss now. But she grieves. She'll never hear her parents' laughs. She'll never feel their comforting touches or receive their careful wisdom. That pain is real, and it'll never disappear. But the hope is that she won't be alone. She has your merry band of weirdos after all.

That's what has saved me too. My friends, the queer and neurodivergent communities, support from my therapist. It'll always hurt, but with their help I'll survive it.

Larian is such an amazing team. The care they've put into telling stories of survival, grief, love, healing, and tough decisions is so amazing. I'm grateful for their hard work and creativity. The moments of hurt and the moments of catharsis will stay with me for a long, long time.

#shadowheart #jenevelle hallowleaf #bg3 #bg3 spoilers #shadowheart spoilers #baldur's gate 3 #tw: religious trauma #tw: religion #tw: religious abuse #religious trauma #religious abuse #tw: grief

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blues824 · 2 years

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💉The first years having a lady tomoya s/o

💉Learning that she is a demon and only needs a cup of blood to survive.

(that the teachers and headmaster agreed on and giving her donation blood )

💉Them learning about her blood demon art when a overbolt happened and they saw them drawing blood from her wirst to use it them learning they can heal faster than normal humans.

💉Seeing a serious s/o with the chaotic 1st years is something I (yushiro gives me sebek vibes)

♥️♠️🍎🐺🐊📖

I loved the concept of this, so here you go!

Ace Trappola

When he learns that you are a demon, he lets out the most high-pitched scream you have ever heard. He acts all tough until you spill that on him and now he’s trembling in his Heartslabyul uniform.

He calms down when he hears you say that you buy blood from consenting donors rather than just taking it for yourself. This… unique business transaction is mutually beneficial because you help someone financially and they help you with sustainment.

He is definitely the type to either fake an injury or exaggerate a small injury just so you could patch him up and soothe him. To get your attention, he will definitely lay his head on your lap and pout until you start giving him love and affection.

When Riddle overblotted, that was the first time where you demonstrated your blood demon art. You made Riddle hallucinate through your blood, which allowed the students to take him down. From there, you nursed him back to health as best you could.

You earn a lot of respect on campus since you are very serious and you tend to break up a lot of fights. You are a role model in class and all the teachers and professors always use your work as examples.

One time, Cater and Trey were going to Sam’s shop for ingredients when they walked in on you scolding Ace for running his mouth and getting into a fight because of it. You, who believed that violence was never the answer, felt betrayed.

I do think you would have to take online classes most of the time due to the sun being harmful to demons. Since Ace isn’t nocturnal, it causes some problems, but late night weekends are great for the both of you.

Deuce Spade

When he learns that you are a demon, I feel like he’d see it as really cool. I mean, the love of his life is so beautiful yet dangerous. He might be a little intimidated at times, but he doesn’t love you any less than he did.

He understands that you need sustainment, and he finds it nice (in a more unique way) that you buy blood from consenting donors. When he sees you drink it, it reminds him a lot of vampires and how they suck the blood of humans.

He won’t fake an injury to get your attention. Rather, whenever he felt attention starved, he would get into a fight with someone over the smallest thing just so you would focus on him, even if it was in a negative way.

When Riddle overblotted, it was the first time you demonstrated what you could do. Everyone around you saw Riddle get distracted by something and that led them to a weak point. Even though he would never tell you, Deuce got jealous about how caring and motherly you were acting towards his Housewarden while nursing him back to health.

You have everyone’s respect here. The teachers love you, the students want to be you. You’ve saved so many students from Deuce. I’m not joking. You would arrive before the fight starts and drag him away by the ear.

You’ve scolded him many times and brought up the promise he made to his mother and how he wouldn’t be honoring it by fighting. He understands where you’re coming from, but it low-key still hurts whenever you’re right.

You take online classes most of the time so as to not get hurt by the sun, so he would often go over to Ramshackle to hang out with you and study with you as well. Maybe late-night library study dates. There’s not many options here until Rip-off MJ finds a way to conquer the sun.

Jack Howl

When he finds out you’re a demon, he doesn’t really care either. He’s a beastman… so what? It doesn’t matter to him, as long as you both love each other. He’s not very intimidated, but he’s aware that you could kill him in a few seconds if so desired.

Just like he needs meat to sustain his wolfly diet, you need blood to sustain your demonic diet. He might be a tad uncomfortable with you casually drinking blood, but at least you buy it from a willing person rather than just taking a bite.

I feel like he doesn’t get injured often, but he might feel sore from either P.E. or Magift practice. He would go to you to calm down and feel at peace as you massaged his back and shoulders, as well as giving some medicine to keep the soreness to a minimum

When Leona overblots, you took the chance to demonstrate a small portion of your power by distracting him via hallucination. Diasomnia was quickly evacuated, and the other students defeated Leona. Jack also got a bit territorial when you acted so kind to his Housewarden while he was recovering.

Even in Savanaclaw, you are very well-respected. Some even bow their heads as if you were a person of royalty. You help out as best you can in the infirmary as well as just in Savanaclaw since most of them do extreme sports.

He tries his best to not get into fights, but sometimes it’s necessary. You are both at a mutual understanding that Jack would try his best to avoid it, or try not to bring too much damage until you arrived on scene.

Since you have to remain online, your relationship becomes a tad more complicated. However, Jack switches from morning runs to walks so that he can have enough energy to do a night walk as well. Study dates are also a necessity.

Epel Felmier

He’s another one who’s scared when he finds out you’re a demon. Sure, there are beastmen on campus, but they don’t consume the blood of humans… which is what he is. He will try to make it seem like he isn’t phased, but he definitely is.

His heart starts beating again when you tell him that you purchased it from consenting donors and would never do anything evil like what he originally thought. He does find it disturbing whenever he sees you drinking human blood, but he would fight anyone who talked about it.

With your medical knowledge, you serve a great purpose in Pomefiore. You have dabbled in dermatology since it ties with other illnesses and therefore can give advice to the students of that dorm. You often would politely giggle at Epel’s pure hatred for Vil’s skincare routine for him.

When Vil overblots, that’s when you expose your powers. You are able to 1) Make Vil hallucinate and therefore get distracted, and 2) Get him to spill the beans as to why he overblotted in the first place. You then helped nurse him back to health (Epel totally didn’t get jealous).

You are often consulted within the Dorm because of your medical knowledge as well as your beauty. Vil sees you as a friend, and so does Rook. Epel’s glad that you are welcome to the dorm because it means he gets even more time to see you.

Country boy means fights. There is no way he won’t get into one if he gets the chance. Of course, he has to face Vil’s and your anger when he comes back, but yeah. There have been many times where you stood there with a disappointed look on your face.

You remain in Pomefiore to do your classes so that you can spend more time with your boyfriend. Vil might disagree with staying up so late, but Epel just wants to spend time with you as well. With the promise of being cooperative during the next day’s skin care routine, Vil reluctantly allows it.

Sebek Zigvolt

At least you aren’t a weak human. If I’m not wrong, demons live longer than even faes do… so yeah. You understand the power of a monarchy, and you understand that the young lord must be given the utmost respect. That being said, you’re alright in his book.

He does get a bit disturbed whenever he sees you casually drinking a cup of blood, but it’s not the weirdest or most horrifying thing he’s seen in Twisted Wonderland. You gladly explain that you buy the blood you need from consenting donors, and that you don’t take any more than necessary.

He would never tell you whenever he wants your attention. He will instead start yelling at everyone for any minor inconvenience. Only you have the power to calm him down, and that’s by forcing him to lay his head in your lap, where you start telling him a story. He will fall asleep dreaming of whatever you tell him.

When dealing with the overblots, you cut yourself so as to expose the blood you have. Many have been captivated by the spell and got distracted, leaving an opening that the others used to their advantage. Plus, you nurse the victims back to health.

You are also respected in Diasomnia because of the power you have. While you don’t condone violence, there are other ways to defeat someone. Plus, your medical knowledge exceeds that of most professionals.

From what I’ve seen, he’s all bark and no bite, so you don’t have to scold him a lot. However, there’s that once in a blue moon where he does get dragged into the first years’ problems and you come and drag all of them by the ears to the Headmage.

You do online courses at Diasomnia, but there are a few times where you still have to go back to Ramshackle. Whenever that happens, Sebek will gladly take your arm in his and escort you safely to retrieve whatever you need to. It’s always peaceful when you both walk there and back. Truly romantic.

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ravensliterature · 1 year

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Happy Nightmares

A/N: I apologize for the delay! I am fulfilling requests right now and I thank you for your patience! pairing: Sebastian Michaelis x Reader warnings: Fluff, drepression, social anxiety, blood, violence w/c: 2494 Request: @imtrying26 Hi! I was wondering if you could do a Sebastian Michaelis x reader who he met in a mission with ciel and became a maid. I wanted to have Sebastian take care of the reader who is depressed and has social anxiety, just a lot of fluff in general, long hugs, and soft kisses. I also think it would really cute if Sebastian has a bit of separation anxiety and would carry the reader around the manor(⁠~⁠￣⁠³⁠￣⁠)⁠~. Also height difference cuz I think it's cute and because I'm like 4'9(148cm)

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The first time you had met him, he had been an angel. It was ironic knowing what you know now. He made you feel safe and happy in his company, emitting a calming aura that comforted you. You never thought an actual demon could make you feel this way. You noticed how he looked out for you, ensuring everyone knew not to get in your way. He would protect you from harm at all costs, even if it meant putting himself in danger. It warmed your heart to know someone so devoted to you.

You first met Sebastian and Ciel on a mission to take down the person at the root of a series of serial murders. The root cause was a corrupted angel that had gone rogue. However, you were also tracking this angel, trying to find the source of the murders after your father was a victim. You knew your father's business was not always legitimate, but you never knew the extent of the people he worked with. You were investigating a lead and needed a place to stay while you looked into this case, so you decided to stay at a hotel in town. Meanwhile, the angel was realizing your movements.

You had a deep gash on your thigh, your cheek was cut, and your arm was broken, with your clothes ripped beyond repair. You looked horrible, with bruises and cuts on your arms and legs. Your body felt heavy as you embraced the feeling of the hotel floor. The angel above you stared with a devious smile and said, "Well, well, well, look whom we've found. You have done fine work tracking me down." You didn't respond; you couldn't respond, your lips were numb, and your head was dizzy with pain. You didn't want to give them the satisfaction of an answer either. They seemed to be enjoying the moment though. "But you see, dear (Y/n), you have committed a great sin. Just like your father. How could I permit you to live?" His smile grew wide and sinister as he took out a knife. You whimpered silently. Your fear only fueled their amusement.

That's when he appeared. "Please, it is very unseemly to hurt a lady." You looked up and saw him, tall and strong. You were shocked to see him there, but you were even more surprised by how gentle his tone was. The man stood to your right in a full butler uniform. Behind him was another man, shorter and dressed in a much more elegant fashion, similar to that of a lord. "Sebastian, I take it this is the angel we discussed," said the shorter man who appeared to be a boy. "Yes, My Lord," the tall man responded and then turned his attention to you.

"I'm sorry about the inconvenience, but your injuries are quite severe. We should tend to them quickly before they become too dangerous or worse." He looked into your eyes, "It will be all right, my lady." He smiled gently at you. Your eyes widened as you felt yourself begin to fade.

-- You awoke to see the tall man sitting next to you on your bed, his face primarily expressionless with a hint of worry. "How are you feeling?" he asked, his eyes slightly glistening in concern. You nodded, still feeling weak. "I'm fine. Are you okay?" you asked. "I'm fine, my dear. My name is Sebastian, the butler of the Phantomhive Manor." You nodded again and shifted slightly in the bed. "Where are we?" you finally asked. Sebastian looked up at the ceiling "We are currently located in the manor, My Lady. My master and I brought you here after the fight with the angel. You nodded and tried to sit up. Sebastian stopped you. "Allow me, please, My Lady." He offered his hand to help pull you upright. Once you were seated comfortably, he continued. "I apologize that we did not come sooner, but it looks like your injuries are doing much better." You smiled softly, "Thank you. What happened?" you questioned. "My master and I ensured the angel will not be harming anyone anytime soon," he responded. Your face fell. "I'm so sorry, you shouldn't have had to rescue me," you whispered. Sebastian reached forward and squeezed your shoulder softly. You smiled softly at him. Sebastian then let go and stood up. "We are glad that you were able to survive, but because we saved your life, that means you owe us a debt. My master would like to enlist you as a new maid. You froze. This was not part of your plans. He seemed to notice how shocked you were. "Please, consider it. My master would like to start your training immediately."

It was now seven months since you accepted the offer of becoming a Phantomhive maid. Sebastian and Ciel were kind enough to allow you to remain in their manor without supervision. Also, your knowledge about the existence of angels allowed them to be honest right away about Sebastian being a demon and Ciel's contract. Your time there hadn't been without adjustment, and you were still reeling from the events before your current position. You were having nightmares every night, but you managed to make it appear like you had things under control. Some days were harder than others, but you felt as if things were getting better. Even if some nights you dreamed about your father or about the day your father died, you never told anyone about any of it. It didn't seem worth the trouble. So you kept your mouth shut and hid it away as best as you could.

Yesterday, however, your dreams changed. They weren't about your father anymore. Instead, they were about Sebastian. But why? Why were you dreaming of Sebastian? In your dreams, the death of your father began to become replaced with Sebastian dying in your arms. You were crying. Screaming. Crying out his name over and over until you woke with a start in the dark room. You had cried yourself hoarse last night, unable to sleep due to your nightmares. You had tossed and turned in your bed, thinking about Sebastian, and the dream had plagued you. Your screams must have caught someone's attention because there was a knock at your door. "What is it? Is everything all right?" came Sebastian's voice. You cleared your throat and replied with a shaky voice, "I'm fine." Sebastian opened your door and slipped inside, closing it behind him. You sat up in bed. "Can I come closer?" You blinked in surprise but moved to the side of your bed. He came to sit beside you and gently laid a hand on yours. "Do you wish to talk about it?" he asked softly. You shook your head no and looked into his eyes. "I can tell that something isn't all right." You sighed and nodded, "I'm afraid that my nightmares might have started to follow me." He shook his head at you, his face stern. "It is more than that. You aren't talking with others like you used to. You aren't eating as much, getting little sleep, you constantly seem plagued by thoughts…" His voice trailed off, searching for the words to describe what you were going through. Your eyes grew tearful, remembering the nightmare you had just moments ago. He must have seen it. "I'm sorry for worrying you, Sebastian." He frowned. "No, My Lady, please forgive me. I should have realized something was wrong with you." He sighed softly. He pulled you close and wrapped his arm around your waist, resting his head on yours. You leaned against him and closed your eyes. Sebastian held you tightly as you cried silently. He didn't ask questions as you cried; instead, he just soothingly stroked your hair and let you release your tears. When you eventually calmed yourself, you removed yourself from his grasp and wiped your face and nose. "I am sorry you had to see such a pitiful display." He smiled sadly at you. "Don't apologize. You were in terrible pain and needed the release. Besides, I have learned that it is important for humans to share their suffering. It helps to heal oneself as well."

"If I may ask, what was your dream about?" You shrugged your shoulders. "It doesn't matter. I don't want to burden you with my problems. Please, don't fake your affection for me. I know you simply see me as a maid." He sighed and got out of bed. He walked towards the door, leaving you to your sleep. "It wasn't a burden. This demon cares more than you know."

-- Your dreams and thoughts had gotten worse. You were struggling to keep yours. You were trying to pretend you weren't hurting so badly, yet Sebastian noticed. You knew that he knew something was wrong, and he had decided to be there for you. You appreciated his efforts, but you wished he wouldn't put himself through all this. Still, he did it anyway, and you loved him for that, not that he felt the same. He was a demon, after all. This all came to a head on the night of a ball. You were never big on crowds, to begin with, and suffered from social anxiety. However, you knew your master needed this for a case, so there wasn't much you could do about it. Unfortunately, that evening was one of the most stressful nights of your life. Everyone from the Phantomhive manor was so busy with their duties that you were left alone most of the time within the sea of people. You often watched them dance and interact with each other while wishing you could disappear. The worst part was how the young men stared at you and spoke to you like they always did. They flirted with you. Sometimes you would feel like throwing something at them.

While making your way through the crowd, the air in your lungs slowly started to dissipate, and your heart began racing. Your breaths became shallow, and your body shivered uncontrollably. Something wasn't right. Your mind was telling you that something was very wrong, but you couldn't make out what it was. A voice sounded in your ear, and you turned your head to look at whomever it was. There stood the tall gentleman. "Hello, My Lady." Your eyes widened. "Sebastian." You said hesitantly. He stepped closer to you and placed a hand on your back. "May I escort you somewhere so you can take time to unwind?" he asked you. You looked down. "Yes, thank you," You answered, not even attempting to mask the emotion in your voice. His smile dropped as he led you to an empty hallway. "What is going on, My Lady?" he asked you. "I don't know," you lied. You glanced nervously at him as tears sprung to your eyes, and the shaking in your body got worse. You could barely breathe. Your vision was blurry, and you could barely hear him speaking to you.

You collapsed to the ground, clutching your chest as you hyperventilated. You felt hands on you, and suddenly Sebastian was sitting next to you. "My Lady, please calm down. Just try to breathe for me. Can you do that?" His face was filled with worry, and you could feel hot tears dripping from your eyes. You gasped for air, feeling a tightness in your chest. "Breathe, My Lady. I believe you are getting worked up again. Breathe." You took a deep breath and felt yourself relaxing slightly but remained curled up on the floor. "Now, follow my instructions." He asked quietly. You closed your eyes and tried your hardest to focus. "Breathe in, hold for three seconds, hold for seven seconds and exhale slowly." You felt Sebastian's hand rubbing your back gently, and you finally opened your eyes. Tears continued to escape your eyes, and he wiped them away. "Thank you," you whispered. He smiled softly at you and helped you stand up. "Let's go find some tea and a blanket." You nodded and followed him through the corridors. Eventually, you reached the library, where the two of you spent many late evenings reading. You were both quiet as you settled on the couch near the fire and began pouring yourselves cups of tea.

"You gave me quite a scare," Sebastian said after a moment of silence. You looked up at him, confused. He seemed rather serious. He looked worried now too. "You think that I don't hear you? Yelling my name in the night in the fear of your nightmares? I fear for you," he stated. You hesitated slightly, knowing full well what he meant. "Please, don't think I don't love you. Demons love but rarely. You may not love me, but I love you and I want to help you. To understand." He grabbed your hand. "Tell me everything that happened. Let me help you."

So you told him everything. From your dream to everything you had ever experienced. He listened carefully, taking in every word you spoke. When you finished, he took your hands into his. "My Lady, you are truly beautiful. I've known that for some time now. But you are also strong, smart, and kind, and I will protect you whenever you need it. And, I will never leave your side when I can help it. I promise." He kissed your knuckles softly, and you melted, leaning forward and kissing him sweetly. "I believe you," you whispered. He kissed you softly, pulling away and smiling. "I love you, My Lady. More than anything. You deserve nothing less." Your eyes went wide, a blush rising onto your cheeks. You looked away shyly before returning your gaze to his. "I love you too, Sebastian."

Sebastian kept a careful watch on you, sometimes even carrying you around the manor, ensuring your happiness and the sounds of your giggles running through the halls. It didn't take long for everyone to know you two were together, although they were happy for you. It was almost as though they knew you two had been together already since the first meeting. After all, Baldroy had said that you would have made a lovely couple, and it was funny because it towered over you Sebastian thought that maybe it was his imagination or something, but when you were around, he could hardly get enough of you. You were different from all the other women he'd met. You weren't like anyone else. You were special. Especially since you were one hell of a maid.

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