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archivalofsins · 8 months

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So, I've seen the new Amane gifs and-

Spoilers under the cut.

Big sister Shion, I think you misplaced your taser-

Again.

In all seriousness, I would like to discuss the second gif in this batch. Since at first glance, it looked like Amane arriving home to me. However, it could come off as an abduction. If she's leaving a public area or is in one. Something that's still a possibility given all the papers covering the door.

Unless, for some reason, Amane's family just hangs papers on the inside of their home door or own a business that does that. Either of these things could be the case. Since we see them working on a set in Magic, and they could put things up at home like this to remind them of certain things. That's not uncommon in familial residences, after all.

However, the papers and cards there looked to be put up for advertising purposes. Kind of like what one would see on a bulletin board just on the door. This is usually done on the front doors of businesses, which is why I said this makes it possible for this scene to be an abduction.

Now I do believe that Riyone, the one shown to use electricity on Amane in Magic, is more than likely her mother. However, I also believe her parents are more than likely divorced, and her mother was using the pilgrimage thing to kill two birds with one stone.

Q.09 Tell us your family structure.

Kazui: It’s only me now.

Amane: It was my father, my mother and me.

By explaining away her father's sudden absence and displaying to Amane that her father believes in this too. This would motivate Amane to take these teachings more seriously because, as we have been shown over and over again, Amane has great respect, admiration, and love for her father.

Q.02 Who do you look up to?

Kazui: You won’t know them even if I say, but I have a childhood friend I really respect. Sorry for just answering someone from my personal life.

Amane: My father. He’s been away on a trip for a while, but I think that’s very honourable of him.

So, if she was led to believe that her father followed these teachings as well she would try harder to be a good girl in order to,

A. Make her dad proud.

B. Be like her father.

C. Possibly see him if she's good enough.

Q.13 Who do you want to see right now?

Kazui: They won’t see me anymore.

Amane: My father. I want him to praise me for all my hard work.

Japan favors leaving the kid with the parent, which will cause the least change in the child's life. So, they tend to give custody to the parent the child is living with at the time. This is why it's become common for parents who are about to divorce their spouse to either kick the other out of the home or move without notice taking the kid(s) with them and then get a divorce.

"Parents secretly moving out and taking children with them isn’t unheard of-in fact, it’s often viewed in Japan as justified, in part because of instances where domestic violence is alleged. Such unilateral separations are legal in Japan, but if the other parent attempts to take the child back, that can be considered an illegal removal."

This would explain why Kazui and Amane were paired together as their stories may heavily involve highlighting the failings of the divorce system.

If Amane's mother did do this, then her father wouldn't have any legal right to see Amane, and her mom could just come up with any excuse for his absence she wanted. Something that divorced parents tend to do anyhow even when not given such beneficial circumstances to do it under.

"Each year, divorce affects roughly 200,000 Japanese children, double that of 50 years ago in a country where the total number of minors has plummeted. Of children with divorced parents, 1 in 3 said they eventually lost all contact with the noncustodial parent, a 2021 government survey showed. Given the system’s winner-take-all approach, spousal battles have only intensified, escalating the economic and emotional damage." X

Overall, given what we know, Amane's situation is rather complicated. However, I find it very telling that a lot of people are willing to endanger/torment a child for the safety and comfort of a bunch of adults.

Simply because this is always how child abuse and neglect has been treated by society. Especially when done by a parent. The concept itself is so abhorrent and senseless that many would rather look away from the issue entirely than confront it. Even if they must shift the blame to the victim to do so.

It's easier to go,

"Well, that kid must have done something to get that response from their parent."

Objectively true statement. Something was done to cause this. That's simply how cause and effect work. However, that something can range from things as simple as helping another person in a way they deem unacceptable

or breathing wrong.

The victim undergoing familial abuse doesn't get to pick the struggle it fucking picks them. It's Monday and their primary caretaker had a bad day at work? Guess who's getting beat again. This may be the rest of their evening or week now. Aw shit- did they get a low grade on a test?

Hope they're ready to go to the quiet room or sit at a table for seven hours to be taught this from the beginning. Because they're making their parent(s) look bad. If only they were smarter and not a complete embarrassment, then they could be having fun right now.

20/06/18

Amane: Thank you very much for teaching me. ……but, though I realise it’s strange me saying this after I asked you, I must admit it’s kind of unexpected. You give off the impression of someone who wouldn’t want to get involved in things like this.

Kotoko: ……well, you’re not wrong. I’m surrounded by people who could all be murderers, so I don’t plan on going out of my way to talk and make friends. I can’t let my guard down. But I like ambitious people like you. If you want to study more, then I’m happy to teach.

Amane: I see…… You look scary at first impression, but I quite like the way you treat everyone equally regardless of whether they’re older or younger than you. You don’t just treat me like a child or anything like that.

Kotoko: Treat you like a child? Hah, you’ve got to be kidding. Back when I was your age, I was already the person I am today. I don’t have any plans to let you get away with something just “because you’re a child.” ……remember that. There, I’ve finished marking. 83%. How do I put it… Even though you act like this, it’s not like you’re super brilliant at studying or anything, huh.

Ah, they managed to fix all those things; man, that's nice. Why do they always need something (clothes, food, water, etc)? Have they thought of their parent(s) needs lately? Recognized how hard their parent(s) are trying. They have it rather good, considering some kids are out there starving. How can they be so ungrateful?

Shifting the onus of blame onto the victim is quite literally a good way to make sure the bar is always moving, and success is unobtainable. This is literally the first thing abusive parents do. Make the abuse seem like the child's fault.

"Well, that was then - this is now. You don't have to keep behaving this way. You're in a safe environment."

An objectively true statement. However, that may not feel emotionally true due to how long the individual has been in an unsafe environment, the likelihood of them changing the behavior that they learned to cope with that immediately is pretty much nonexistent.

"If they were unhappy, they'd say something. It would show more they wouldn't be doing as good at school."

No, they wouldn't; depending on the severity and duration of the abuse.

Usually, the intention of child abusers, especially parents who abuse their children, is to not get caught. They will actively go out of their way to make it look like things are as good as possible. If the kid does or says something that contradicts that they'll just punish them. So, when well-meaning people go,

"Is something wrong?"

The first instinct for a child suffering under familial abuse may be to lie. Because if they don't, whoever they are talking to may discuss what they have told them with their caretaker leading to them getting in trouble again. Sometimes parents that partake in this type of behavior will even coach their kids when it comes to lying.

"How'd you get this?" - "Playing."

"Why did you miss so many days of school?" - "I caught a cold."

"Hey, do you like it at home?" - "Yep, my life is great. My parent(s) and I do (acceptable to mention hobby here) on these days. It's a lot of fun. Why do you ask?"

For children living under these sorts of conditions every waking moment is a fucking balancing act. They either say the right thing or get in trouble because at the end of the day they're going to have to go back home. So, children living under these sorts of conditions are well aware of what happens if they act a certain way in public by the time they reach school age.

"I mean, it could be that... but it's best not to pry."

The quiet part out loud. People don't want to be bothered by it. It's uncomfortable and usually considered to not be the business of outside parties unless it's child services. So, people look the other way and get uncomfortable when it's even alluded to near them. They'll look at the kid and go well, that's bumming me out. Best to think about things that can be solved at the end of the day. I mean, that's their legal guardian. I can't tell someone else how to raise their kids.

That's just how a majority of people view child abuse/neglect. Because children are either a nice thing to have around, or a problem that should be ignored or handled. Everyone in Milgram outside of Amane has been given a good deal of the benefit of the doubt. Despite them all being older and just as capable of understanding their behavior along with the hurt it has caused while rationalizing why they did it as she is.

Amane is the only character in the series who has been treated with the scrutiny of an adult despite everything she's been through. To me, that's very fucked up. It's gotten to the point that I don't believe people even recognize they're doing it. They don't recognize they're justifying continuing to let a kid remain in an abusive environment because it makes their lives easier. Because then they'll be more comfortable.

Directly mirroring the way child abuse is pushed to the side and swept under the rug in the real world.

Because at the end of the day people only care about children when it's convenient for them. When it's easy to care, when the person they're protecting the kid from is someone they already dislike. People have no trouble pointing out these issues then. Because it's easy to talk about the pain of children or someone being younger when it helps others support or deny something they already feel a certain way about.

It's easy for one to conclude that what Futa did was wrong, that Mu, Yuno, or Haruka made a mistake because of their ages and upbringing. Yet when shown the horrendous treatment Amane has endured and her age being put on full display from the beginning... Somehow there's still room to dance around the idea of whether she should be Innocent (Forgiven) or not.

Despite being given the option to not continue to torment the youngest, most vulnerable, and consistently neglected person here, many can suddenly find a good deal of justifications to continue her punishment.

All I did was say a bad thing was wrong, how was I to know that was gonna to happen; what about what you're doing?

"Futa isn't sorry, he just doesn't want to get punished." A lot of people wanted to discuss remorse earlier and how Futa displays it. Yet, showing remorse isn't indicative of change. Plus, remorse and shame look a lot alike.

The most important thing with Futa is he not only recognized that what he did was wrong regardless of how he displays that- He, also took the necessary steps to change his behavior moving forward. In order to prevent what had happened before from happening again. He's actively attempted to show more concern for those younger than himself since entering Milgram.

Even though he isn't particularly good at communicating, he goes out of his way to attempt to check in on others and asks about them. Despite saying he can't afford to do that he's still done so. Even going to inquire about Haruka.

He can do that but despite seeing the consequences of our judgements, a lot of people are too comfortable with doubling down on some of the most disenfranchised characters within Milgram. Simply because the idea of that sort of person existing to some is a personal offense.

That's fine Milgram let's you vote on that alone after all. However, I definitely wouldn't like my name being used to excuse the mistreatment of others. So, instead of saying it's for another prisoner's sake how about we cut out the middleman and get straight to the point.

Some people within the fandom would be more comfortable with Milgram if Amane were restrained. It would give certain individuals a sense of peace of mind.

No matter how easily broken that will be by whatever prisoner decides to act up next during the intermission in response to their verdict.

Despite everyone in Milgram showing little or no fear of Amane and Mahiru literally saying this,

Q.13 What do you think of Amane?

Shidou: Us adults need to do something for her. I can’t do anything while looking after the injured right now so I have to leave it to someone else, which is bothering me.

Mahiru: I would’ve loved to play a lot with her if she was doing better.

So, it'd be nice if people stopped using Mahiru as an excuse to hurt another prisoner that she has admitted to liking numerous times.

Q.10 Which of the other prisoners do you get along with?

Kazui: Shidou-kun, Mikoto and me all smoke together, so I think we get along well.

Amane: If I had to pick someone, then Yuno-san and Mahiru-san.

Plus, this is simply rich; looking back on all these people discussing the safety and care of children to compare it to how they're acting now. Justifying continuing the mental suffering of a child simply because it appears narratively convenient to them. You're going to meta vote the kid twice, really? Okay, go ahead.

That's the sort of place Milgram is after all. A place that says children only matter when they can fit into the framing most convenient to the one speaking. It doesn't matter if Amane is tortured blatantly on screen, it doesn't matter if she's having a rough time. Because a bunch of people have already decided that coddling adults who should damn well be able to protect themselves is more important than a child's safety.

Not surprising or disappointing, that's just the natural way of things in society.

I mean you might as well, I don't know-

Ignore the consistent signs of familial abuse happening around her, ostracize her because the idea makes you uncomfortable, avoid her like a plague. Put her in the corner because children are meant to speak only when spoken to.

Oh...hm that sounds familiar-

Lol, fuck kids though am I right? The only time people decided to care about Satoko, and her lived experiences, was when she was a teenager. Maybe if Amane was a few years older, then her lived experiences would matter. For now, though, nah-

Moving on! I'd also like to discuss two other gifs; the close-up of the baton with rope attached and the attempted flag twirling. Given what we've seen I believe that Purge March will be retreading what we are shown in Magic except subtracting Amane's idealized view of things.

It was implied that this was her ideal at the end of Magic through this image-

A scene that brings to question all of the presentation of Magic. That made me wonder if this is how things went or just Amane's more idealized retelling.

Star pointed out the absence of anyone in front of the stage in her post Sunday. However, there's another thing that's odd. The thing we see before the credits roll isn't everyone standing together as they are in the end but Amane by herself brandishing her wand-

However, unlike when she first brandished it her chibi form her wand moves from her left hand to her right back to her left again before the fake credits role at the end of Magic.

This also happens directly after everyone just mysteriously disappears like right before this she was dancing with just Yuri and Riyone-

Since we noticeably see Yuri isn't holding anyone else's hand and Riyone doesn't seem to be either. So, where did Gachata and Gozake go? Then when they are back in the credits it's like this-

Instead of Amane being in between Yuri and Riyone like she was before she's between Gozake and Riyone.

Since she did this when no one else seemed to be present this could mean a variety of things. One that she may have used the wand more than once, two she did a routine of some sort which she just finished, or even denote handedness meaning her left hand is more than likely her dominant one.

Considering how her routine begins with the wand in her left hand and ends with it in her left hand. However, I don't know enough about baton twirling to say. Plus, every video I've found on it has emphasized starting with one's right hand regardless of dominance. So, this is odd.

(Star here! Given the religious aspects of Amane's circumstances, it could also be something to do with the stigma left-handed people have/had. They might have forced her to use her right hand for things. A prime example of this is the gif of her attempting to spin the flagpole. This could indicate that Amane was forced to use her right hand, resulting in a loss of motor skills you wouldn't get when using your dominant hand. Further backing this is the fact that in the close-up gif of Amane twirling the baton, she starts with her left hand and then transfers it to her right)

Adding to that in baton twirling people are specifically trained to use both hands and it's widely accepted that one is meant to start with the right. Though the baton is usually meant to be the length of one's dominant hand.

Video on Baton Measuring: X, X

Outside of giving us a possible idea on her handedness- This also adds more depth to this answer given by Amane in her first written interrogation-

Q.14 Do you listen to music?

Kazui: I guess I do from time to time. It’s all super old music though, so I don’t think you’ll know it.

Amane: I don’t particularly listen to it for fun.

Because if Amane is majorette which has been all but stated, she would listen to music predominantly to practice her routines. This would give more depth to her pairing with Kazui as well. Since they've both been heavily related to the performing arts in some way.

Baton Twirling routines: X, X, X, X, X

What Amane appeared to be doing in the new gif using the baton with the string: X

(What Amane appears to have attempted with the flag toss: X)

Back to how Purge March may be the same events just less idealized.

If you look at these frames-

Notice that the way the flagpole lands on Amane's head and how the impact affects her mirrors this scene of Gachata flicking her forehead.

(This time, it's Star typing something! Gunsli was busy for a bit so I was headed to write this up o7

Taking this and the gif of her desperately trying to make her way through the water to grab the flag in front of her, it's likely they are going to use the switch from flagpole to baton as an allegory. Specifically, to better illustrate the timeline of events/order of circumstances.

Though, to expand on this, the flag may also represent the idea of everyone living happily together that Amane refers to in Magic. The baton, however, represents the ideologies surrounding the cult her family is involved in. If this is true, then it could also be visual shorthand for the idea of Amane changing her priorities.)

With that I think we're done here. There's a lot of interesting things about Purge March and I think it's going to follow up on Magic well. It's making me more and more excited for Double. Milgram has been very hush-hush about Amane and Mikoto. So, their songs might just end up speaking more than any of the others so far.

#milgram #amane momose #cw child abuse

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tractorbeamofwoe · 3 months

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Gabriel Michael headcanons

(AKA lore I just made up) Hi I’m a little bit obsessed with sorry!will actually and especially his character from We Saved a Kingdom and this is also the first thing I’ve written and posted for this fandom so enjoy I guess ok bye <33

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Gabriel loves animals, literally spends hours outside in the castle gardens scattering seeds and nuts in the grass in the hopes it would attract birds and squirrels.

Sometimes animals will even come up and eat straight from his hand, which makes him lowkey emotional.

A bird once landed on his shoulder and it gave him such a confidence boost.

Rescues injured animals as well of course. He's nursed a number of rabbits, squirrels, foxes and deer back to health.

I like to imagine Helen reincarnated as a deer that came to eat nuts and berries from his hand once and kept nudging him for attention.

She sort of stuck around and became the resident deer in the castle.

No one really realised it was her until she was down by the river one day and she was sniffing at one specific spot. The exact spot where she left Gabriel as a toddler and the exact spot where he was found again by Thomas.

She even finds a basket in a patch of reeds and carries it in her mouth to her son before dropping it at his feet, as if amazed that the 6’6 prince in front of her was once the tiny 3 year old who fit in her arms.

And Gabriel’s so worried he's not the man she imagined he'd be or that he's not making her proud :((

But she quickly shuts down all those assumptions with various head nudges and face licks

He's so used to his father putting pressure on him to be a certain way that he'd never expect it of other people. In fact he'd actively encourage you to be yourself around him and let you know he's a safe space for you to talk about your passions and fears.

I mean you saw how he befriended Dark Dave with zero hesitation and, even knowing he killed his mother, he accepted him as his adoptive dad

Literally the biggest supporter of his gay dads that man is an ally

Helen HATES Thomas and as she should. When she gets let into the castle she recognises his stuff like his crown and she probably gags

Tries to play matchmaker for her son cause there's no way she's gonna be reunited with him after so long just to watch him be a sad loser.

Basically he just loves all creatures big and small

That being said though I feel like he doesn't want to end up with the richest princess in the land as his father encouraged, because that feels in-genuine and more like a business transaction. I can see him settling down with someone more magical like a witch or a shapeshifter instead (reminds him of Dark Dave)

He'd grab all the ingredients they need for their potions even if he has to go to the furthest swamp or forest to get them.

In return they use their powers or potions to heal any injured animals he brings in.

It's canon confirmed he became a dark wizard after the events of the episode as well so they're a perfect match.

I'd like to think he only uses his newly acquired powers for good, though a villain arc would be something interesting to explore at a later date.

He’s more of a healer than a fighter. The thought of battle terrifies him, no matter how much Thomas tries to beat it into him.

Anxious boy

And yeah Thomas was really rough on him growing up so it doesn’t surprise me he’d have a villain arc.

I don't think he'd be a very good villain though sorry.

Haha 'sorry'

Also goes through an angsty “it’s not a phase dad UGH!” phase

Lord knows where he got his love of theatre from but I think it would be silly if his American accent was the product of a curse placed on him as an infant by Dark Dave as a way to get back at Thomas (aside from, you know, killing his wife)

#Posting this and running #I hope this doesn’t flop because THAT would be embarrassing #sorry boys #wilbur soot headcanons

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theolddivorcedzukka · 6 months

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Tell me more facts about John Laurens please. You have to put up with my long ass posts about autistic ghost summoners from Jupiter so you can tell me as much as you like about Your Special Guy

!!!!!! okay sooooo

john laurens was blond. that is so important to remember cause he, like all blond men, dies a hamster death

he didn't like his dad at all omg. henry laurens was one of the biggest plantation and therefore slave owners in south carolina and laurens was a slavery abolitionist so of course he hated his guts. plus his father was always like "omg master jack could have the prettiest girl placed in front of him and he wouldn't even look her way" and john liked men sooooo. also it is said that his father might have known that he was gay and tried to erase all evidence of that by burning his letters between hamiton so that's why we have few to no letters from laurens to hamilton to look at

also nearly everyone called him jack!!!

he was a super cunt and it was such a shock when he let anyone into his inner circle cause he was such a cunttttt omg but he was very loyal and intimate with the people he did allow into his life and that's why the hamilton letters are so huge as well

did u know that he once insulted king louis to his face and he still got a loan from france and military supplies? coolest guy ever

he also drew a lot!! he loved drawing birds and he was actually really good at it

he was actually the most aggressive out of the combo of him and hamilton which is so surprising. when he dueled lee and injured him, he wanted to keep going and hamilton and lee's second had to convince them out of it before they killed each other

he called hamilton "my dear boy".......he never referred to anyone else this way

he had an ex called francis kinloch who sucked so bad cause he was a royalist and he laughed at john's ideas against slavery so john broke it off right then and there in the most passive-aggressive letter I've ever seen (he didn't address him by his name at the beginning of the letter, roasted him to death, and then closed it off with a simple "adieu")

close to this time, he got a woman named martha manning pregnant and married her to preserve her honor. his daughter was named frances which is weird considering his ex was francis so like.....who calls their kid by their ex's name jfc???

alexander allegedly found out about john's wife and daughter after reading a letter addressed to him and this was a year and a half after knowing him. oops?

HE FUCKED THAT GINGER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

he was also held hostage by the british during alexander's wedding and alexander invited him for a threesome with eliza. btw

if you don't believe my last statement, he said "I wish you were at liberty to transgress the bounds of Pensylvania. I would invite you after the fall to Albany to be witness to the final consummation. My Mistress is a good girl, and already loves you because I have told her you are a clever fellow and my friend; but mind, she loves you a l’americaine not a la françoise" WHAT DO YOU MEAAAAAAN

hmm idk what else i can share but did u know that he was so fucking depressed like he was really depressed

#asks #sunshine-fruit-of-the-vine

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dailycass-cain · 10 months

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Cassandra Cain’s First Go Around as an Outsider...

So with Birds of Prey coming in September I think what best to hype that comic up is I’m gonna look at Cassandra’s other team outings (along with her history with the Birds of Prey).

I’ll start with this one because it’ll be a copy and paste from my Twitter thread on it years ago (but it does have a few updates to it). Plus I figure to get the worst one out of the way first aka Cass’s first outing as an Outsider. If no one doesn’t know this era OH BOY you’re in for a wild ride!

Now Batman & the Outsiders Vol. 2 #1 was a comic hyped for months literally prior to it's October launch (and a creative team locked in). You had one-shots in the summer with Batman testing which members would compliment his team and-- the creative team left the comic two months prior to the launch.

DC somehow kept the book to be released still ON TIME, but now with a new team both in members and in creative. Some of the original members were booted off into events going around at the time (Martian Manhunter and Catwoman to a Final Crisis prelude tie-in Salvation Run which would lead into poor J’onn’s death into that event and-- Boomer got shelved until Blackest Night event where he’d get eventually killed by his father who was giving him victims namely kids and women).

Geoforce, Green Arrow, Thunder, and Cass replaced them. As for the writer of this book? No worries I’ll get to that.

Again it still surprises me to this day how this comic wasn't delayed (like the next time Cass would join the team which kept it's original creative team THANKFULLY) after the original creative team left. They churned out issues instantly. Cass herself doesn't show up till the final page of #2.

This section was recently referenced in the Other History of the DCU #5 when it focused on Thunder. Her opinion on Cass was totally opposite what we got in the run:

Now, for added context, the quack job that is Chuck Dixon was brought onto the Bat Family comics as basically a fixer. He was fixing Tim and bringing back Stephanie in Robin while here basically repairing the EVIL turn of Cass. During the summer that was teasing membership to the Outsiders, there was a Black Canary mini out as well and Cass’s status quo was what spurned the series (#1):

The ramifications of the mini had Dinah letting go her sword-sister/adopted daughter Sin and putting her in witness protection program to live with another family because League members wanted to turn Sin into Cass 2.0. The ramifications of this mini are why Ollie isn't a fan of Cass and solely blaming her for Dinah’s heartbreak (though it’s barely spelled out in the series itself).

So with all that said onto what Cass did in the series.

I’ll start with what this run one of the infamous things remembered pertaining to Cass with this run. Aka #3 where Dixon uses her sexually as a slab of meat while also having artist Julian Lopez dish out additional cheese on Thunder and Grace (because of course). I’m not gonna post those to spare you from it however here’s Grace/Thunder’s reaction to Cass’s nude stroll in front of them:

If there’s any positive that can come from this moment. It is exactly the first time an artist depicts Cass with scars on her body showing the abuse she endured because of her fucked up dad, David Cain.

The subplot with Ollie resolves in the next issue as #4 has him trying to kill Cass in front of everyone, but Katana then Batman intervene. As to why Bruce is suddenly so protective of Cass, Dixon intended to tell this in a filler issue of Tec of that angle (see my lost Cass tales here for more on that). As for Ollie/Cass...

They fight and well...

And that’s the end of Ollie’s beef with Cass (until later on when something new arises-- CAUSE REASONS).

#5 features more Cass but basically doing what she does best-- kicking ass. Though side-note, this series had some amazing covers that feature her. So, at least it's something.

As for the issue itself, she subdues a cloaked assassin. And that's basically it.

Another damn good cover with #6.

Cass appears throughout the issue (alongside Bruce), but has zero dialogue, Other than being one of two Outsiders not caught by the Chinese at issue's end (Geoforce is the other) in an attempt to rescue Metamorpho from space. She also makes sure to take care of Soultaker (Katana’s sword) when no one is looking too.

#7 is when Dixon finally teases us what he wants to do with Cass. As she breaks into the base and out of everyone captured pays Tatsu a visit.

#8 gives us the best Cass centric cover out of the bunch:

Cass jumps to the rescue of her captured comrades who are about to be shot to death. And her actual plan?

Basically, go out fighting. She had 0 contact from Bruce, Geoforce presumed dead. Is it OOC for Cass? You decide that. But Thunder, Nightwing (oh irony), and Remac (a repurposed modified OMAC) save the day getting all to safety.

#9 features Dixon's probable endgame, Tatsu's motherly instinct going off noting all stuff she's been thru with Cass thus far and knowing something is not right within her.

Intermission time. To talk more on the goings on OUTSIDE this book and look no further than to DC Nation end pages to these issues for inspiration to that. . ... Way to go there Dan.

So Batman R.I.P (and soon Final Crisis) was happening in the comics outside this book. As was the case with DiDio (as always) he left creators in the dark what was going on. So while Dixon was laying A LOT of subplots for his run here, Danny boy was plotting Cass being ousted from the Batgirl identity and putting Babs back in the role.

Dixon eventually walked away from this book with #10 (though Lopez left earlier in #9). Ryan Benjamin would take on art duties for the comics final issues.

Now hold onto your butts cause this is how Dixon writes Batman out of his book. The team is currently dealing with a black market group using an alien from the Bloodlines event (aka the event that gave us Hitman).

And this is how Bruce exits the comic completely riding a 90s creature telling Cass and everyone he must go now. Batman R.I.P. is calling him. Just soak in this page. Just take it all in.

And here is Dixon's final “gift” trying to make the team now into Batgirl & the Outsiders (because he had zero idea what was going on and decided this was the best direction to take it). The idea is sound given Cass is the literally an Outsider leading a team of them. I mean who wants to read that? Raise of hands? Exactly.

#11 and writer Frank Tieri comes on board to basically patch up the loose ends of this comic, and Batgirl Vol. 2.

At this point the comic basically becomes a stealth Cass ongoing. As she interrogates Penguin in front of all of Intergang (they took over the Gotham Underworld in Gotham Underground mini).

She also interrogates Jigsaw Johnny Stitches (the Intergang leader at the time). On the bright side, she is interrogating the entire criminal underworld for answers. It just seems beating up all of crime isn't getting any results.

The Outsiders do find a few answers as to Batman's disappearance when they visit Arkham, but-- if you read Batman R.I.P. this plot point makes 0 sense. Since the climax took place IN ARKHAM and the Joker went M.I.A. near the end of it.

#12 opens with a flashforward. An Outsider is dead, and Thunder is in a coma. Grace is at her beloved's side, and outside well is Cass. Things don't go so well.

Basically, #11 ended with them finding a video of Batman alive greeting his team. #12 after the flashfoward picks up on the entire video with Bruce telling them he's also backed a code for Remac that'll teleport them all to his location. Ollie doesn't trust the video, while Cass.

Oliver is the only one who disagrees with the idea and leaves the team. Remac downloads the code goes nuts and explodes resulting in him dying, Thunder in a coma, and Rex blown to bits (but reforming slowly).

So Tatsu (WHY!? Why does she leave? Why doesn't she even get a say?) and Grace leave Cass with no Outsiders. At the funeral of all people Dr. Langstrom consuls Cassandra (cause reasons aka Tieri liked the character).

Afterward, Cass goes to Tim (who's looking fine actually even though if you read his arc well-- yeah. Things aren't going fine with him). Still, it's Tim/Cass being there for one another. That's something at least.

What Tim finds is a video from the Black Glove boasting of their plan to take out the Outsiders. Cass, on the other hand, responds in kindly. Well, at least Tieri is keeping Dixon's idea at least.

Or maybe NOT with #13's opening title blurb.

So Cass begins assembling a new team the precursor to Batman Inc-- the Network. She pays Man-Bat a visit and intervenes between Vigilante/Spoiler fighting.

Side note here. This is the first meeting of Cass/Steph after the later returned to the land of the living. So for fans of wanting a more meaningful reunion between the two. Yeah.... Tieri bombed hard here. Wasting panels on Vigilante than Cass/Steph? BOOOOO! BOOO!!!!

So remember that loose plot end of Batgirl Vol. 2? You know the one. Nightwing being an asshole to Cass? Well, it’s back to be concluded here:

As Cass was scheming and creating the Network, Dick Grayson apparently is living up to his first name (this is so damn OOC for Dick).

#14 is the “final issue” of the series as it opens with Cass vs Dick fighting in an alley and the Batmobile speeding toward them both.

We get another flashback of Cass's only encounter with the Riddler (again BOO!!) with her attempting to recruit him (Eddie was trying to be good during this time period but you know status quo gotta be status quo). Until well Dick gonna dick.

Cue the flashforward where we find out who is driving the batmobile: Alfred. And Alfred lays the parental smackdown on both. It is said one can still be frozen at the parental gaze and tone of Alfred in this page to this very day.

This issue is also the only other time Cass's adoption is ever mentioned beyond Batgirl Vol. 2 as well (UNTIL 2020 with DCeased: Unkillables, Batman: Urban Legends, and of course BATMAN: WAYNE FAMILY ADVENTURES). So you have to give kudos for Tieri at least continuing on that thread beat as well. So Dick/Cass mend and the Network is forged for Battle for the Cowl.

Right after this even, B&O was rebranded into just Outsiders with Pete Tomasi at the writing duties. Alfred (team leader), Tatsu, Grace, Rex, and Brion returning with Owl Man, Black Lightning, Halo, and the Creeper, But you might say SOMEONE is missing.

Yes, Tomasi decided to decide Alfred is the one to bring the Outsiders together and drop Cass to the wayside without any explanation. Disregarding all of the prior writers' plots to boot. Normal you might say, but Tomasi with Cass. It just seems to be a nasty vindictive habit he had (so much I think that’s why Tieri and Adam Beechen was making Nightwing such a dick to Cass because Tomasi was writing that comic at the time).

But irony can be amusing.

Just ten issues later, #26 Tomasi leaves and Dan DiDio himself comes on board disregarding all of Tomasi's plots save a Tatsu/Owl Man relationship, dropping Alfred, and Eradicator rejoins. Now your thinking okay, Didio is here. No Cass right?

WHELP...

In the final issue #40, we get this splash page. Three appearances of Cass in one page of the Dixon era on the comic (along with homages to various eras of Outsiders). That chill you're feeling might be hell freezing over. DiDio giving Cass some due?

Shocking ain't it?

Though there is some even equal irony as Grant Morrison would ignore all of Didio's stuff in Batman Inc. Which brings us full circle to when Cass would next join the team next in 2019.

But that’s a story for another time...

#cassandra cain #dc comics #the outsiders #didio being didio

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ic3qu33n · 9 months

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I realized that I needed to post something that isn’t private for once. I was having a little bit of a mental health situation that sometimes I need to work out on my own. I feel much better now. So finally here is:

“What is your parents story?”

pt.2 “my mom”

My mom is the second oldest of 4 children and the oldest daughter. Unlike my father she wasn’t abandoned but she was sheltered to a point of almost being in prison. My mom was born with blonde hair, hazel eyes and pale skin. To her mother she was as perfect as a porcelain doll. My grandmother treated my mom as if she were so fragile. She dressed my mom up in cute dresses, shiny shoes and always wore ringlets in her hair. My mom could play outside. My mother wasn’t allowed to have pets… let me back track a little bit. My grandmother was a very vain woman. She called herself the “Spanish Elizabeth Taylor”. She wore her hair short like Elizabeth and always dressed elegantly, she was always following the latest fashion trend. My grandmother never wore tennis shoes or tshirts and jeans. (even well into her 80’s she only wore pant suits and dressed as if she was going to a business meeting). From other family members I heard my grandmother was the woman that men would obsess about. She loved to go to dance. Thats how she met my grandfather. He was a marine, actually from Arizona and was home visiting before be stationed to Hawaii. They married quickly and had their son (moms older brother). Now this is the first rumor that follows my mom well into her 60’s until I do a DNA test that proves otherwise. My grandmother was pregnant before my grandfather left to be stationed in Hawaii. But my grandmother supposedly had an affair with another man she met at a dance. (Mr. B) So when she started to show after my grandfather left everyone in the family started the rumor and told my mother her whole life that she was a product of an affair. My mom being born fair skin and not looking like either parents she was treated differently. My grandmother became obsessed with the beautiful baby she had and kept her to herself. Soon after my grandfather had returned home. He loved my mother and said she looked like his mother (which we all know now he wasnt lying). Unfortunately my grandfather was killed in a car accident when my mom was only 5 months old. Everyone was upset but none more that her older brother who was 5 at the my grandfather passed away. He blamed my mom for whatever reason and tried to hurt my mom on many occasions. Then one time my grandmother finally kept him away from my mom when he tried to drown my mother in her bath. He was sent to live with family and my grandmother saw him every few days. My mom was 3 when my grandmother remarried. When my grandmother was pregnant with her 3rd child she finally had her eldest son move back home. He was almost 10 (4 1/2 years he lived with family) My uncle still had a resentment towards my mother, when she was 12 he threw a stick in her front wheel on her bike and she crashed into a light pole and then my mom had to had surgery done to her eye and this is where she starts wearing glasses. This is also when my grandmother stops letting my mom play outside. She’s not allowed to get dirty or hurt. So she stays inside and reads books by a window. (Today this is all my mom does, read books) she not allowed to have pets because they might maul her (which as an adult my mom bring home any and all animals she “finds”). My moms life became like that of a caged bird. Pretty and protected/ sheltered.

Anyway we will fast forward to when my mom meets my father, they were 19. My mom wasn’t impressed with my dad at first. But when she knew my grandmother hated him, she married him. Now my mom and dad are in this toxic relationship.

My parents both came from a very hostile, cold and distant family unit. So one thing they told us (their children) growing up was that they would always be there for us no matter if we are the biggest fuck ups in the world… we would never be turned away or abandoned.

Anyway there is so much to type out but I will end this here… I’m sure you will learn a lot about my family over time…my family will pop up in a lot of my “writing”.

#journal #mom #healing #writing prompt #family

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sovliax · 1 year

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Old (like OLD) writing for an assignment I liked a lot:

“Do you even think at all? Are you so tied up in what other people think of you that you can’t even form a coherent sentence without approval?” The rest of the room falls silent. I fall silent. Does she truly think of me this way? Is this how other people think of me?

‘Of course I have thoughts!’ I try to say, my mouth opens and she looks at me. I know what she’s thinking, ‘yes,yes, finally we’re getting somewhere with her’ she's screaming with her eyes and her lips, god her lips, she looks happy I’m about to argue back. ‘Of course I have thoughts! All I do is think!’ my head adds on, but nothing comes out of my mouth. The room is still silent. I am still silent.

It’s been a week since she’s said that, I haven’t seen her since so I haven’t been able to talk to her. I’m kind of glad for that last bit. I try to ask my teacher Mr. Daye about what my next course of action should be,

“kill two birds with one stone and ask to work on an assignment together with her” he tells me. I’m sure he only said this so he has at least one assignment from me he can finally mark. ‘For a vegan I don’t think you should be talking about the killing of birds like this’ my mind says, I dryly chuckle to myself. I see him raise an eyebrow but I ignore it and thank him before leaving.

Once I get home I ask my dad what I should do, he says I should ask my mother what she thinks first, then he will make a decision from there. ‘God dad do you even think at all? Are you too tied up in what mom might think of you you can’t even give your own daughter advice?’ my mind says, I hiss at the harshness of it’s words as I get up to leave, remembering to put my dishes in the dishwasher before I go ask mom, ‘wouldn’t want her to get mad at me for that, although I can’t really tell when she’s mad or not’.

My mother is isolated in her office yet again, writing the same novel she’s been writing for the last 5 years yet again. I almost considered backing out on talking to her entirely. ‘How could someone that spends their days alone ever know what it’s like to have problems with someone’ my mind says, and this time I agree, but alas, I knock on the door. The loud creak of the door in front of us doesn’t stop my mother from typing away at her typewriter, ‘she really needs to get herself a laptop’ my mind says. The small lamp in front of her flickers as the only other sounds other than her typing, are her ragged breaths that echo across the room. Maybe now isn’t a good time to talk to her, but then again there is no good time to talk to her.

“Mom?” I whisper as I continue to walk into the room.

“Jesus, what, quite unmanned in folly me. What doth thou desire.” And there she goes with the old english.

“I uh, need your advice on something.” I say with a heavy sigh, god I don’t want to talk to her.

“Well, thou fell in the right place. What befell?”

“Well I had an argument with my girlfriend- best, best friend, and she said that I don’t think? Which is crazy to me because of course I think I mean everyone thinks things that need to be thought of and even if I don’t think I turned out fine didn’t I? I mean is that not a good thing-” I stop once I see the bored look on her face. I can tell she just wants to go back to writing but I continue on regardless.

“ Sorry. Anyways she said… That and also how I worry too much about what people think about me, and I haven’t spoken to her since then. What should I do?” We sit in silence for a bit until she thinks of a response.

“She's correct, thou worry too much about what other people regard thou't compose choices for yourself. Thou do not e'en wot whom thou are.” Are you serious?

“Wh- HUH?! What are you even saying-” “The one thing that doesn't abide by majority rule is a person's conscience. You are just like your father in that regard.” She interrupts

The sentence hits me more than the fact my mother just said a coherent sentence. She goes back to writing, shooing me away with her hands in the process. My lips are sealed as I head back to my room, just to find my dad there.

“Hey! What did she say-”

“I’m just like you aren’t I?” I interrupt.

“I,” He pauses with a shocked look, he readjusts from where he’s sitting before opening his mouth again. “ I mean I would hope so but judging by your face I’m guessing this isn’t a good thing. How are you just like me?”

“Well you know what my girlfriend said to me last week right? About not being able to think?”

“Mhm.” He nods.

“Well I thought- I mean my mind said that same thing when I was talking to you earlier. It thinks that you’re still trying to please mom enough to get her out of the office. ”

“Oh.” I watch as his head faces the ground

“Yeah.”

“So you think I’m a pushover.” The sentence isn’t a question and comes out much weaker than it should’ve.

“Well no I don’t think you’re a pushover, my mind said it not me-” and then it hits me.

‘The one thing that doesn't abide by majority rule is a person's conscience.’

“God wow, really? You’re mind said it not you? Who do you think owns your mind? Everyone else? Nobody else knows what you’re thinking but yourself, but I guess I know what you think of me now.” He gets up to leave, slamming the door behind him before I can respond back.

So I’ve been thinking about these things? ‘Maybe I haven’t turned out fine’ my mind- I think to myself.

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Snaky stories from pet models

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Snaky stories from pet models

Durban – Two pets that feature in the Durban and Coast SPCA’s newly-released calendar have snaky pasts.

Fanta, a cat from the Bluff, once brought a living spotted bush snake into the home she adopted herself into.

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Fritz, a wire-haired dachshund-cross-terrier, survived a boomslang bite during Covid lockdown at his home in Crestholme, near Hillcrest.

The calendar, available at SPCA charity shops for R130, carries the fruits of a photographic competition and was launched ahead of a golf day at Royal Durban, on November 18, to mark the branch’s 125th anniversary.

Westville Boys’ High School Grade 8 pupil Tye van Rensburg, who shot the picture of Fanta that appears on the March page of the calendar, was at home alone on the day he brought in the snake.

“It went into the cat carrier,” Tye said.

When his dad, Alec, went home in response to a call from his son, he moved the carrier outside and the snake slithered into the garden and disappeared.

How Fanta, then a kitten, arrived on the Van Rensburg doorstep three years ago is a mystery.

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The family wonders whether its mother dumped it and another kitten, or whether it was people who did so.

“It was a Wednesday and the day of the Rugby World Cup,” Tye’s mother, Loryn, recalled.

They fell in love with Fanta and gave the other kitten to a rescue centre.

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“Fanta’s a hunter,” said Alec. “We have a special rescue shelf in the bathroom. He brings in birds, lizards, snakes, rats, geckos, and I put them up there next to an open window. They push off when they recover.”

Meanwhile, Fritz, originally a rescue dog who came into Dave and Annette Smit’s home after his previous owners emigrated, along with another canine, killed a boomslang, but not before the serpent gave the hound a bite of its own medicine, both literally and figuratively.

While there was anxiety in getting him to the vet on time, more was to follow.

“The vet had only one ampoule of expensive anti-venom left, so we had to make very sure it was a boomslang,” said Annette.

On their way home, the police pulled the Smits over at a roadblock, wanting to know why they were out and about during lockdown.

“We’ve been to the vet,” Annette said she told them.

Not convinced, they replied: “Where’s the dog?”

“’At hospital’, I explained and eventually I found a slip for the R6 000 deposit I had put down for the anti-venom.”

The Smits’ neighbour, Robyn Dickinson, took Fritz’s photo, which appears on the October page of the SPCA calendar. Her own dog, a Dobermann called Sam, features on the front cover with a tennis ball in his mouth.

Entry for the SPCA Golf Day is R2 800 for a four-ball and includes snacks and prizes. Corporate branding is also available at each of the 18 holes. In return for a sponsorship fee, the SPCA is offering corporate branding and product promotion at the sponsored green/tee in accordance with club regulations. Contact Tanya for sponsorships or four-ball bookings on [email protected]

The Independent on Saturday

#Pet Charities News

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lonely-lost-soul · 3 years

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Royal

Request 1: techno x reader fluff? maybe something to do with a castle and warm summer days... I don’t have a full idea but as a vibe know?

Requested by: @theoneandonlyyeti

Simple and Sweet *MUAH* Hope you like it!

Scarred hands clasped onto delicate soft ones, a wedding ring shimmered in the sunlight of a wondrous garden. It was full of vegetation and trees that seemed to stretch far into the heavens, far beyond the castle’s outer walls. Your tea was steaming from where it sat in a porcelain cup, the white cup was decorated with blue flowers spanning the sides. Earl Grey with a hint of honey, your favorite. The hand across from you gave your own a tight squeeze, it snapped you out of your stupor and a smile made its way onto your lips. Your husband was the king of the Antarctic Empire, he had loyal knights and followers worldwide, and he was known for his brute strength and honesty. However, he loved you, treated you like you were some sort of Goddess, spoiling you rotten every moment he was able to. Right now you residing in a neighboring kingdom for the summer, Technoblade has promised you warm summer days filled with flowers and sunshine, and that’s what you were gifted for your anniversary.

“Sorry, I was just thinking,” You spoke tenderly, the warm sun had stained your nose and cheeks a lovely red. Your dress was also a soft pink, the neckline was deep as it dipped past your collarbone. The dress was sleeveless and it seemed to be littered with gold speckles, that part was Technoblades doing. His ears twitched as he leaned back in his chair,

“Can I ask what about? Not having second thoughts are you?”

“About our vacation? Never.” You laughed resting your cheek on your fist, “I’ve forgotten how much I’ve missed the sunshine.” Technoblade let out a little grumble, his white sleeves were rolled up to his elbows.

“It’s certainly...hot.” You smiled over at him and snickered, his hair was tied back in a long braid a few stray pieces of hair framed his sculpted face. “I’m certainly missing the cold, and my weaponry.” You gave him a fond eye-roll in response of course he was missing his weapons the man truly didn’t know how to relax.

“Well you know I appreciate you going out of your way for little old me,” You said voice dripping his sarcasm as he sent you a look,

“That’s not what I meant and you know it.” He eyed you carefully as you stood up from the little table, your light pink dress trailing behind you as you walked into the garden. You turned around sending him a gentle smile his way, holding out your hand, Technoblade reached out and took your small hand within his own. “Seriously, you know it makes me happy to see you happy.” Technoblade brushed your hair behind your ear, and you kissed his wrist softly.

“I know my love,” You reached up to adjust the crown on top of his head, he smiled softly at you. “I’m just happy to spend the summer with you, with no fighting and no political nonsense. Just the sun on our face and flowers all around,” You giggled pulling him along the cobblestone pathway. He hummed fondly as you pulled him along, flower petals from the nearby trees spilling around the both of you. Technoblade pulled you flush and pressed a tender kiss to your lips,

“Ew gross!” A loud voice called from behind the both of you, Techno growled under his breath and you let out a small laugh. A small figure ran up to you and you scooped him up in your arms,

“Cringe. Don’t know why we had to bring him along,” Technoblade grumbled and you stomped on his foot,

“He’s your son.” You scolded covering Aether’s ears, “Of course we have to bring him along!” Technoblade clicked his tongue as you uncovered Aether’s ears, he huffed a little swatting your hands away from his head. He had pink hair just like his father, it was a curly mess that you desperately attempted to tame but to no avail. A soft speckle of freckles was across his nose and cheeks, and he had your striking (e/c) eyes. A flower crown was on his forehead, he also had two in his hands “How’s it going, my little Prince?”

“It’s so much fun here! I love hanging out with Uncle Tommy and Tubbo!” He gushed bouncing in your arms, “Tommy said he and Uncle Wilbur are going into the town soon to visit Miss Sally and Niki. Can I go with them, please?” He turned to look over at his father as he placed a hand on top of his head to ruffle his hair,

“Sure kid. Just don’t cause your uncles too much trouble alright? Unless it’s Tommy, you have explicit permission to fuck with him.”

“Techno.” You scolded harshly as Technoblade rolled his eyes, “That’s a bad word. Do I need to make a swear jar?”

“Mom no,” Aether whined falling against your shoulder, “Uncle Tommy curses all the time.”

“Uncle Tommy’s a little shit.”

“Seems like your mother needs a swear jar, heh kid?” He nudged Aether with his arm, Aether nodded a smile on his lips. You glared harshly at your husband who had a smirk on his lips.

“Agreed, come on mom. Fifty cents, pay up.”

“Trouble makers the both of you.” You teased kissing the top of Aether’s head, before putting him down on the ground. A smile spread across his lips as he wrapped his arms around Technoblade’s legs,

“Bye papa oh wait!” He held out his flower crowns one for each of you, you bent down and took them gracefully. You placed one on your head and one on your husband’s head as well, he scoffed lightly.

“Stay safe kid, remember what I taught you.”

“Go for the knees!”

“That’s my boy.” Technoblade gave him a stern thumbs up, he gave his father a similar gesture and ran back down the cobblestone pathway. You smiled fondly at the sight and Technoblade wrapped his arms around your waist. “God, I can’t believe kids making me soft, who am I?”

“My beautiful husband who loves his son that I carried for nine months.” You mused looking up at him to press a kiss to his chin. He hummed a smirk on his lips,

“Yeah, I am, and I do.”

“You ruined it, get off me.”

“Ah come on,” Technoblade groaned as you wiggled free from his grasp only to cross your arms in front of your chest, “My lovely queen, please.” You crossed your arms with a little huff of your own, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” You sighed with an eye roll “But you gotta lose that cocky attitude when number two comes along.”

“Yeah right, number two.” He chuckled interlocking your hand within his own, your eyebrow twitched as he pulled you along.

“What’s so funny about that?” You piped up as the both of you walked, your head held high. The flower crown on your head slipped a little as you adjusted it,

“I just don’t know if I can picture it, having two kids.”

“What about a little girl hm?” You tilted your head to the side as he followed alongside you like a puppy.

“A girl?”

You nodded watching two little birds fluttering along in a birdbath, you smiled softly, “Yeah a little girl. Maybe one with bubble gum pink hair and your cute little nose.” You poked his nose sweetly and he smiled softly, “maybe one with your fighting spirit. You could chase off any girls or guys she’s interested in.” He chuckled a little at that one, he would, he’d use his ax too.

“What if she had your hair and eyes though? A stunning little goddess just like her mother.” He mused brushing his fingers against your cheek, you giggled,

“You’ll have to swat the suitors away with a fly swatter.”

“Or an ax.”

“You can’t kill children Tech!”

“Eh says you.”

You shot him a look pressing a nervous touch to your stomach, Technoblade raised an eyebrow. He looked like he was connecting dots, “wait hold on a minute you’re not-” You flushed under his gaze and his jaw dropped, “HEH? You’re not serious! Are you serious? You’re- HEH? Baby!? DAD?! ME?!” He pointed to your stomach as to which you gave a nervous nod.

“It’s not for certain! But, I’ve been having the same symptoms I’ve had with Aether and-” He pressed a kiss to your lips hands hovering over your stomach.

“I’m two for two.”

“TECHNOBLADE! YOU ABSOLUTE BASTARD!” You hissed out hitting him on the top of his head, he let out a roaring laugh taking you in his arms and spinning you around.

“You know I love you, you and Aether and baby number two. I always will until the end of time. King or not, all of you will always come first.”

“Love you too, more than anything.” You responded pressing your forehead to his own, “My king.”

“My Queen.”

“Your dad’s going to pass out. Wilbur’s going to go completely pale and Tommy’s going to scream his head off.”

“You know my family well. I can’t wait.” A bright smile appearing across his face, you laughed fondly pulling him close his flower crown almost falling off his head.

“You just like chaos.”

“You know I do.” He cupped your cheek with his hand and pressed a tender kiss to his lips.

“You’re lucky I do too.” You purred sharing another kiss with your husband, flowers fluttered around both of your bodies. As the King and Queen of the Artic relished this rare peaceful summer day, at his family home.

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jojikawa · 3 years

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Mrs. Bucciarati | Bruno Bucciarati x Fem! Reader | JoJo's Bizarre Adventure

┊❥ Part 1 - Love Letters

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✧『Fandom』: JoJo's Bizarre Adventure

✧『Character』: Bruno Bucciarati

✧『Word Count』: 3,290 words 17,635 characters

✧『Summary』: The reader has been being prepared to be in an arranged marriage with an Italian mafia member named Bruno Bucciarati. She meets him a few times from him visiting her in America but once he becomes Capo, she is sent to live with him.

It was another day in your boring life…

Every day, it was the same song and dance of learning Italian and taking fighting classes. It got boring after a while but it was nice having your body in shape.

Why were you taking classes again? Oh yeah. Your parents were important people and had ties to the Italian mafia. Your mother was a native Italian and your father was the CEO of some company you didn’t care that much of. (Whatever it was, it gave you everything you wanted.)

When you were a child, your father had agreed to put you into an arranged marriage. The man you were being married off to was most likely to become a Capo in the Mafia. Marrying this member would strengthen the bond of the Italian and American mafia.

A huge part of you didn’t care about the mafia or your dad’s business. You just wanted to be a normal 19-year-old girl and do things that normal girls did.

You were so sheltered. Being homeschooled and protected while trying to buy groceries was just the beginning.

The man you were supposed to marry, Bucciarati, seemed like he was nice on the surface but you felt bad. You didn’t know how to feel about him. You hadn’t spent any real time with him. Sometimes, when he would come to visit you, you would spend time talking with him in your garden.

It was pleasant to talk to someone, but you wanted to explore and see more people. You felt like a caged bird.

He sent letters often and his handwriting was beautiful. You would mostly read them before bed. He used the language of a gentleman and wasn’t afraid to tell you how beautiful you were. He would also talk about how much of a suitable husband he could be.

He didn’t have to but you felt that maybe he had some need to prove himself to you. His letters to you would sometimes go like this:

How are you, Cara? This is Bucciarati. Is your Italian learning coming along well? Have you gotten any stronger?

He asked a lot of questions. You wanted to answer them but you were too nervous to write back. It’s been a few years since he’s been writing them without a reply.

You still haven’t written back yet. There’s no rush, I’m just eager to hear from you. If you’d like, I can plan a call and we could talk all day.

Would he be the same after you’ve already tied the knot? Was talking like this just a front? It’s common for an arranged partner to be abusive. The possibility made you nervous.

I remember seeing your garden last time I was there. You take such good care of it. It’s very beautiful. Here in Italy, there are many types of flowers that I think you would enjoy.

There were days where you couldn’t bring yourself to read them. It was just an unfortunate situation.

Today you were sitting in your garden. You haven’t been taking care of it, a maid was doing it for you this time. You were just in thought again.

Your thoughts were cut off when the head butler came to get you.

“Ms. (y/n), you have received a phone call from your father. It’s very important. I’ll pack your things while you speak with him.” He said quickly.

Pack your things?

You got up off the bench and went to the untraceable phone line that you would only speak to your father on when he was away.

“Dad? Is something wrong?” You asked, almost becoming nervous at the sudden change. Could some bad people have found you? Why did you have to move?

“(y/n), you have to follow my instructions very carefully…” Your father replied in a very low tone. You gulped at his way of speaking. This was unlike him, but you weren’t ready for what he was about to say next.

“Bruno’s capo, Polpo, has killed himself. This just made Bruno the next Capo. You must get to Italy quickly.”

Hearing this almost made you want to cry. “But what about my garden? And the dogs? And the cats? Will I ever see them again?” You chocked.

You then heard your mother’s voice emit from the line. “Don’t worry, sweetie. The staff will take care of them and you could always visit. Uniting with Bucciarati is more important right now.” She explained sweetly.

You bit your lip to prevent yourself from yelling at her. You lowered your head and your eyes darkened. “Okay.” That was your only reply.

Your father had come onto the phone again. “You’ll travel by plane and then someone trusted will come to get you and then you will be delivered by car.”

You had only responded with “mhm’s” and “okay’s” until he was done.

“It is also very important for you to understand that almost all of the mafia members are stand users. They’re just like us but the only person that should know the power of your stand is Bucciarati and him only.”

Your ears perked up. “Stand users?” You repeated. “Yes, almost everyone invited into the Familia is shot with the arrow. There are multiple of them but you can put your trust in your fiancé.” Your father answered. “Now go. You must be fast before someone finds out about you.”

Just as he finished speaking to you, your butler returned and has packed all of your favorite attire. “I’m sorry, Ms. (y/n) but your father said to pack only your most favorite pieces of clothing.”

You sighed. “It’s okay. I just have to begin shopping in Italy.”

You took your luggage and went outside. A limo with tinted windows awaited you. Normally, one would take time to say goodbye but your circumstances wouldn’t let you. You would miss your garden and pets greatly.

It was an extremely boring journey to Italy. It was almost a 9-hour flight but you kept yourself occupied by reading Bruno’s love letters to you. You were so nervous about what you’d say to him. You haven’t found the courage to write at all.

You just hoped that the experience would be nice. Hopefully, even after you’re married he doesn’t change.

I won’t make this harder on you than it already is.

You remembered those words.

The very next day you had arrived in Italy. It was warmer compared to New York. You had been told to look presentable for Bruno as well. This meant wearing a skimpy dress although you looked nice in it. You didn’t mind.

You waited outside the airport and there was another limo to escort you. Now it was a bunch of Italian men guarding you as you.

They didn’t speak to you much. They just informed you that you’re in good hands and how excited Bucciarati is to have you here.

Inside the limo was a card and flowers from Bruno. They were bright red roses and the card was white with pink writing that said:

Do you remember the Valentine’s Day we spent together?

As you read it, you narrowed your eyes.

You remembered. He had flown in and made it just in time for Valentine’s Day. It was almost 5 years ago. Bruno had kissed you for the first time. Just once.

Since then, kisses were scarce and you can’t really remember having them after that time. You assumed that he picked up that you were uncomfortable being married at such a young age. He respected your thoughts of him.

“Mrs. Bucciarati, we’ve arrived.”

Your ears perked up. Did the driver just call you… Mrs. Bucciarati?

You exited the limo. You had been brought to some fancy restaurant. You could smell the food and delicacies from inside.

The small amount of nervousness that dwelled within you had manifested into something bigger.

The men were ordered to not leave until you were completely inside. You didn’t keep them waiting and with your single bag of large luggage, you started to enter the restaurant before a young voice interrupted your actions.

“Excuse me, Signora~”

The voice was almost soothing.

“I can get your bag for you. It looks rather heavy.”

You turned your attention to where the voice had come from. It was a young-looking boy. He was tall but fit. He had blonde hair and wore a pink-ish purple suit with blue ladybug buttons.

“Oh, thank you.” You exhaled, handing him your luggage.

“You don’t look like you’re from here. Are you a tourist?” He asked politely. “Mmm, yeah something like that.” You hummed in response.

The restaurant inside was air-conditioned and felt a lot better than outside.

“So where are you going?” The teen had asked you.

“I’m just supposed to meet someone. He’s a young man. He wears white and likes wearing his hair in a Bob. Although, I haven’t seen him in a year so it may be different now.” You explained. Upon finishing your description, the boy's eyes widened.

‘She’s talking about Bucciarati…’ He thought to himself. He opened his mouth to speak but he was cut off by another voice. You know that voice.

“Mia cara signora…”

You snapped your head over to the source. It was Bucciarati. You could practically see the twinkling in his eyes when he realized it was you. Not to mention Giorno was there as well. He had asked Giorno to meet the rest of the team today.

“Bruno.” You replied back. You could feel your body shaking with his eyes on you. You could feel your face heat up. His gaze was so soft. No one looks at you the way he does.

He walked over and secured your bag from Giorno, almost ignoring him as he talked to you. “Has your father finally let you visit, Mia Cara? Why have you come to visit without sending some notification beforehand?” He said, sweetly.

“You don’t know?” You tilted your head. His smile faded. “Wait, please don’t tell me…were your parents found out? Are you okay!?” He dropped your bag and grabbed your shoulders. He was so close to you now…

“N-No,” you whispered. “I’m not sure if I can say it out loud.” You told him. He quickly gave you his ear to whisper in.

“My papa said Polpo died and that you’re Capo now.”

His eyes widened. Word travels so fast. This means you’re staying in Italy with him…

Forever.

Bucciarati wants to be overjoyed and happy that his beloved was finally with him at last, but the plans he made with Giorno to uncover the boss's identity and kill him just made you another target to protect.

Bruno let you go and went back to being professional. “I see, I’m glad you made it here safely.” He spoke in a firm voice. It was normal to everyone else but it was different from how he talked to you.

This is your first time seeing him in action like this.

Your fiancé was truly a mafioso!

Giorno bit his tongue in asking about you. He didn’t want to be scolded by Bucciarati as it was obvious that you had something to do with him. He called you ‘My dear lady’ in front of everyone.

Judging by the situation, unless you’re a stand user, you would just get in the way.

“Come with me, cara.” He commanded to you softly and you obeyed him. You followed him to a neat table where others were sitting. The blonde boy from before was behind you. He picked your bag up again after Bruno had dropped it.

“Who are they?” You asked, lingering behind your fiancé. There were 4 men sitting at the table. Their ages varied but they were all fit enough to stand on their own.

The one with purple hair and attire had kinda scared you. He seemed angry.

“This is my team, cara. I’m sorry but this is their first time ever hearing about you. I’ve had to keep the marriage a secret to protect you.” He moved out of the way so that everyone could get a good look at you.

“Marriage??” Narancia repeated.

“She’s very lovely, nice to meet you.” Fugo bowed his head.

Abbacchio wanted to be negative about it. He had a bunch of mixed feelings. He was the closest to Bucciarati and he was never informed of a secret wife. Not only that, he knew that Bucciarati would be weak to you. If an enemy stand user gets you, the team falls apart. As a result, he stayed quiet.

“Oh, hello.” You blushed at the sudden attention. Maybe you shouldn’t have worn such a skimpy dress today…

Bruno had you take his chair, ushering you to sit while he stood behind you. Giorno sat next to you and then they had discussed some kind of plan that you were totally out of the loop of.

Apparently, this blonde boy was joining the mafia. His name was Giorno Giovanna. Their plan was to figure out who the Boss of Passione was and take them out.

But what would happen to you?

“Cara,” Bruno called out to you. You looked up at him. He was offering you a hand so that you could stand with him. You took it and he squeezed it softly.

“I promise, I’ll tell you all about this later but we must start moving. We have to get to an island. I want you to come with me.” It was selfish. He knew he was putting you in danger but he wanted to spend every moment with you.

You wanted to tell Bruno. You wanted to tell him about your stand. You needed to get alone with him.

Team Bucciarati and you went to a boat shop. The island where they needed to go was far but not too far where a boat couldn’t be taken. The boats had a downstairs cabin so maybe when you guys picked one, You could talk to Bucciarati in private.

A boy with lighter hair and wore green stood next to you. He was smiling softly as he examined you.

“May…I help you?” You asked him.

“Oh, I’m sorry, Mrs. Bucciarati! I don’t mean to be rude. My name is Pannacotta Fugo. I just think it’s really interesting that you’re so close to Mr. Bucciarati.” He explained. “How did you two meet each other?”

You tried to remember. It was a really long time ago and it was foggy.

“Whenever he first joined Passione. We were the same age and some higher-ups thought that we would get along.” You told him as honestly as you could.

There was a boy that caught your attention a little. He had on some odd helmet and carried a gun. He was talking about how we shouldn’t take the boat labeled with “4” for some reason but you weren’t paying attention.

“Oh, I see! I didn’t think he had such a vulnerable side.” Fugo had finished talking but you didn’t reply this time.

“Alright. It’s settled.” Bruno’s booming voice interrupted everyone, even Narancia getting his snacks. “We’ll take this one. Everyone get on board.”

You boarded the boat with the help of Bruno and while the others were busy, you asked to speak to him alone in the cabin.

“Of course, cara. What is it?” He whispered to you.

“I…” you began to speak but you felt a presence watching you. Could he not sense it too?

“If you want you can take your time.” He sat down on the cabin bed. You were starting to get scared so you sat next to him, scooting closer before whispering in his ear “I got my stand. You’re the only one who can know.”

He gasped quietly before you continued. “My stand power is unique. I can’t stop time but I can freeze others in time.”

You then leaned away. It looked like he was sweating but he didn’t seem as nervous anymore. He knew you had been doing training since the marriage was announced but you were able to manifest a stand and exercise that as well. Very amazing!

“I’m so glad that you have one. That means you can protect yourself. It’s actually really good news…” he exhaled. “Was that all you wanted to speak to me about?”

“Um…” You played with your fingers for a bit. “The last letter you sent to me. The one with the pink writing. What did you mean?”

“Hm? Well, I don’t remember exactly what I had said.” He tilted his head at you and examined your expressions.

“You asked me if I remembered the Valentine’s Day we spent together. I do remember but why?” You looked up at the taller male. He was now smiling with a hand placed on his cheek.

“I was beginning to think you didn’t always read them.” He remarked. “So, you remember when we had our first kiss.”

You felt butterflies in your stomach when those words left his mouth. Was he going to kiss you again?

“Since I’ve gotten to know you, I’ve only ever wanted to shower you with love. I enjoyed the connection we developed.” He offered you his hand again to stand.

You took it but before he pulled you up, he rubbed your hand tenderly and gave it a kiss like a gentleman.

You placed a hand on your face at the sudden gesture, trying to hide how flushed you were getting. “It seems someone likes the attention.” He commented. You didn’t reply but he grabbed your free hand with his and gently pried away your hand to reveal your rosy-colored face.

“You’re more beautiful than I imagined you to be. It was so hard being patient enough to survive without you here.” He was so much closer now. There was so much tension…

You wanted to say ‘Well then, why did you stop coming for a year? What happened?’ But he let go of the hand he had kissed and grabbed your waist.

Bruno gingerly massaged the inner side where his thumb sat. “Do you trust me enough to touch you this way?”

“…Yes.”

“May I kiss you again?”

You locked eyes with him. He had the delicate gaze he wears while looking at you. This was almost too much to handle. The natural need to mate with someone was overwhelming.

You were both adults. You could both feel it.

“Yes, you can kiss me.”

Bruno closed his eyes and hummed as he closed the distance between you two. Leaning down, he could almost feel his lips grazing yours.

He pressed his lips against yours and you two moved together in sync. Having you kiss back felt so amazing.

He bit your lip, causing you to open your mouth and he stuck his warm, wet tongue inside. You could feel the area between your legs getting hot and slippery. Kissing was such a huge turn-on.

You wanted to grab him and bring him closer. You wanted to deepen the kiss and get more comfortable but

“NARANCIA!!”

Someone from the surface of the boat has screamed the name of the younger mafioso.

Bruno groaned at the interruption and pulled himself off of you. “I suppose it’s time we met with the others now anyway. I’m sorry this had to be cut short.”

“It’s alright…” you pressed your fingertips to your lips. The kiss was so nice.

Bruno began to leave the cabin and you followed him.

When you two had come back up from the cabin, everyone seemed to be restless.

“Where did Narancia go?”

“Mr. Bucciarati, I think an enemy stand user has caught up to us already.”

Really? You began to shake and grabbed Bruno’s hand.

Someone was pursuing you all already!?

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Burn The Witch 1 - Decoy [Bucky Barnes x Reader]

A.N: Here we go my loves, the first chapter! ❤ I hope you like it, and please let me know what you think! ❤ Thank you! ❤❤❤

As always, I don’t own anything.

Word Count: 2200

Warnings: Mentions of blood, violence, death, manipulation, language.

Summary: Trouble has a way of following certain people.

Sometimes you wondered whether you would run away screaming when you were a child if you knew what kind of a person you would turn into.

It wasn’t exactly your fault though. For years and years, several people had put the blame on several different things. Eventually they would reach the same conclusion though; the psychiatrists, your superiors, the very few people you could call your family, they all agreed on one thing.

It wasn’t you, it was the abandonment.

The abandonment you went through when you were a teenager had somehow started this domino, and there was nothing anyone could do to stop this constant fall, not even you.

But as you would figure out soon, you were lucky. Instead of being consumed by your anger, you could direct it somewhere else. You were recruited and trained from a very young age, and somewhere along the way, you realized that if you wanted to survive you were going to have to sacrifice certain things.

Forgiveness was the first one to disappear. Guilt was another.

Then fear.

Then, love.

Ah well. Worse things happen in the world every day.

If anything it made your job easier.

You cracked your neck and opened the door to your apartment, the key sticking to your fingers because of the blood on your hands for a moment and you made a face as you shut the door, leaning back.

A very long shower and a bottle of wine sounded like a good idea.

You placed your gun on the table, took the dagger strapped to your thigh out of its holster and got the knives out of the heels of your shoes before flinging yourself onto your couch and turning the TV on.

“Also called Sokovia Accords 2.0 by the critics—“

“What the superheroes think about this remains a mystery—“

“The first time caused a huge rift between Captain America and Iron Man but nobody knows the new Captain America Sam Wilson’s comment on it—“

You didn’t get to change the channel again when your phone started vibrating in your pocket, making you sit up straight. You muted the TV, and checked the caller I.D before you answered.

“Hey there.”

“Hi, how’s Paris?” the cheerful voice of your best friend reached you, “Had enough croissants yet?”

A small smile pulled at your lips. After your only parental figure had left you to go God knew where, General had decided to adopt you and raise you like a daughter. His actual daughter Chloe had welcomed you with open arms, and you had been best friends since then.

Her being the top analyst of the division didn’t hurt either.

“Mm hm, because that’s all I’m doing. Eating croissants, visiting museums—”

“Killing and maiming targets...” she mused, finishing your sentence for you and you heaved a sigh.

“Somehow that last one isn’t included in the city guide,” you pointed out. “Chloe, you know this is a line for—“

“Official contact from General, yeah yeah,” she said, “In my defense, you didn’t pick up the phone an hour ago when I called you from my phone.”

“Do you know how hard it is to use touch screen when your hands are covered in blood?”

“What happened to your sniper rifle, did it fall into Seine?”

“It required close combat,” you said, “And the target swallowed the chip before I could get it, so I had to perform a spontaneous autopsy.”

“Just so you know, whenever you talk about your job I have to watch like a hundred cute videos after I hang up.”

“Happens.” you said, “How’s everything?”

“You missed us already?”

You grinned, “Maybe.”

“Good, because dad wants you back. He’ll contact you any day now.”

Your head snapped up and you stood up from the couch, “Really?”

“Duh. Have you seen how negotiations for these new Accords are going? It’s going to be a mess and we need you here.”

“The second one hasn’t passed officially.”

“Well no, but you know how my father thinks.” she said and you tilted your head.

“Are we sure it’s General who wants me there and not you?”

“Okay, that was one prank ages ago and I didn’t hear the end of it!” she protested, “Don’t you trust me at all?”

“Nope.”

“You know, I’m being the perfect friend and calling you to give you some good news but if you’re going to be like this, my news can wait until you get here.”

You pulled your brows together, “What news?”

“What do I get in return?”

“My endless gratitude,” you deadpanned, “Come on. What news?”

“You can’t tell anyone yet but I think you’re getting a promotion.”

Your breath got caught in your throat, “You’re joking.”

“Don’t forget about me when you become a handler, you hear me?” She let out a laugh, I need friends in high places.”

“Your dad runs the division Chloe. It doesn’t get any higher than that.”

“That doesn’t count!”

You pressed a hand over your chest, “Just— what kind of a promotion are we talking about?”

“I mean I snooped around his files and casually committed treason.” she said, “But even I don’t know yet. They must be still making the adjustments.”

You opened your mouth to reply but then your phone vibrated again and you lowered it to check the message on the screen.

It was simple but again, all his texts were simple and to the point.

From: General

Time to come back. Jet leaves in 2 hours.

Here goes my shower and wine night.

“Chloe?” you said, walking to the sink to wash your hands so that you could start packing, “You want anything from here? I’m coming home.”

***

The best thing about being on the move all the time was that you could pack in minutes and the division would take care of the things you had left behind.

Apartments, belongings-

Not that you carried any belongings with you, or bought any more than necessary. It would’ve made you form a bond, which was less than ideal for any spy.

You suppressed the yawn splitting your face and made your way to General’s office. This jet-lag was going to make your life pretty difficult in the following 24 hours, and you were painfully aware of it, but it wasn’t like you could just ask for some time to rest.

That could wait. Your job was more important.

“General?” you knocked on the half open door and he raised his head to look at you before motioning you to enter the room.

“Y/N,” he said, “Close the door please. It’s good to have you back.”

“Thank you sir.”

“Take a seat,” he said and you cleared your throat, then perched on the edge of the chair.

“I’ve heard you eliminated the threat and got rid of our target quite fast,” he said, “And we have the chip now.”

You nodded silently, pushing your hair behind your ear.

“Well, that shows me you’re ready for the next step,” he said “No reason to beat around the bush, you’re getting a promotion.”

Pride burst through your system but you tried to control your expression to stop the grin threatening to pull at your lips.

“Thank you sir.”

“Here are the details for your next mission,” he said, handing you a file that was stamped as Top Secret and you flipped the page to find information about your next identity.

Alias: Shrike

“Shrike,” you murmured to yourself, turning the pages, “Like the bird?”

“Mm hm. I assume you’ve heard about the Accords issue?”

You looked up, “Only a little,” you said, “The first one was a disaster and the government had to drop it after The Blip due to the public’s reaction, resurrected people insisted that the superheroes were the ones who saved them, not the government. Then the government said they would go over the details and change it in a way that would benefit both the public and the superheroes, but I haven’t seen the new version.”

“There were some adjustments but to be honest with you, it’s the same deal. We can’t have superheroes running wild with no orders,” he said, “I need you on both fronts, one with terminating specific targets, and one with….well, you’ll see.”

You flipped the page and blinked a couple of times, your stomach dropping.

You were good, but you weren’t that good.

“You- you’re sending me after Captain America, sir?”

“Ah no,” he said, “Don’t worry. Wilson doesn’t have a past we can use against him, and trust me, we checked. The guy is an actual hero but we need a bad guy.”

You turned the page and shut your eyes for a moment.

Bucky Barnes.

Right. You should’ve known.

The government wanted and needed Captain America on their side, but Bucky Barnes could fall for all they cared.

“Sir I appreciate your trust in my abilities but not even an army could take down the Winter Soldier the last time—” you started but General shook his head.

“Y/N, you’re not going to kill him,” he said, “That’s the second front I was talking about. We need you to get close to him, to form a personal bond and gather intel we can use in the future.”

You gawked at him, “I’m sorry?”

“Barnes is the perfect candidate. He can help us with necessary information to prove to the public that superheroes need to answer to someone; us. Besides if it all goes bad, we can just say he was a threat. With that kind of past no one would think he was innocent to begin with.”

Your head was spinning. Scratch that, the whole room was spinning.

You were good at finding and terminating targets, not forming personal bonds or playing this

“When you say get close to him….” You trailed off, your voice way too weak and he smiled slightly.

“You’re an attractive woman, I’m sure you’ll have no problem with that.”

That. That was your promotion.

Not an operations officer, not a handler, but a lover who also happened to kill people.

They were going to use you as a honey trap for him.

“Sir, I don’t think-“ you started, but he held up a hand.

“Before you say no,” he said, “Let me remind you that this will benefit your career greatly, and you will have your own team. Show us you can handle it, and the position you want will be within your reach, you have my word. You want to be a handler, don’t you?”

You dragged your fingernails on the file, deep in thought.

“Barnes is one of the many dangerous people we may need to stop one day, and the only way to do it is to keep him under control and learn everything he knows until we’re ready to take him in.”

“But if these new Accords don’t pass—“ you started but he shook his head.

“Even if they don’t, and that’s a big if,” he said, “He’s still a valuable asset to have. We all have to perform certain missions, Y/N. Even if we don’t particularly like them. You will thank me in the future, when your career flourishes.”

Your blinked a couple of times, a bitterness appearing in your mouth.

“Of course,” you managed to say, “You’re— you’re right sir. It’s a good plan. I accept the position.”

“Great!” he clapped his hands together, “We have a target for you for tomorrow night, there’s this gallery opening. He needs to be eliminated, I think you can handle that? Start planning how it will go with Barnes as well, we can’t lose any time.”

You pursed your lips together and closed the file, “Of course.”

“Congratulations.” he leaned in slightly, “Your dad would be so proud of you if he could see you now.”

You tried to swallow the lump in your throat, but it felt like it was getting bigger and bigger.

“I don’t need his approval,” you rasped out and walked to the door, but stopped when you heard him speak.

“Shrike,” he used your alias for the first time and you looked over your shoulder.

“Yes?”

“I don’t have to remind you that this mission is top secret. If he figures out who you are, or what you’re up to…” he clicked his tongue, “Kill him.”

You paused for a moment, then tilted your head and smiled at him.

“As you wish, sir.” you managed to say, then walked out of his office as if someone was chasing you. You made your way straight to the bathroom and slammed the file on the marble counter, then pulled out the small picture sticking out from the corner. It was an old black and white picture of him with Steve Rogers, probably taken in the 40s, both of them smiling.

When you lowered the picture to attach it back to the paper, your eyes caught the tiny print under his aliases.

Confirmed Kills: Exact number unknown (Credited with 100+ assassinations)

You were in way, way over your head now.

“Oh, fuck.”

Chapter 2

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes imagine #the falcon and the winter soldier #falcon and the winter soldier #tfatws #the winter soldier #marvel #marvel imagine #marvel imagines #the winter soldier x reader #the winter soldier imagine #burn the witch

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BLACK WIDOW SPOILERS BELOW

This is a story \/\/\/\/

Whistle

Yelena x Platonic!reader

summary- You visit your mother's grave

Warnings- Greiving, Violent thoughts, and Crying

Not my gif*

Yelena is still standing just watching Natasha's grave stone after Val had left her to be alone with her sister once again

The atmosphere was nice, birds chirping, and the wind rustling through the trees, her dog running around.

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Y/n POV

A blonde girl snapped her head in my direction

I had guessed she heard my whistling

I couldn't see much, but she was there at her grave.

Yelena?

Could that be her, really her?

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After whistling back to whoever was whistling earlier I had walked through the light trees towards the girl...

She was watching me but I didn't care, I wasn't really here for her, I was here for my Mother, my mother I had never gotten the chance to meet, but knew everything about her

She was an Avenger, has a background in advanced fighting skills, and is extremely smart. She was also a former KGB assassin and part of the Red Room.

My grandmother was killed by Derekoyv, I never knew her name, but I did find a Melina Vostokoff and Yelena Belova.

They somehow had relation to my mother.

And now Yelena is standing a few feet away from me, I wanted to ask her so many questions but stayed silent.

She has no idea who i am...

"Who are you?" Yelena asks me, staring me down

"I am Y/n Romanoff."

I stood quietly watching the ground, as my eyes trailed off towards my mother's grave stone

Daughter. Sister... I read the imprinted words in my head

"Who are you?" Came again from Yelena, staring me down further this time.

"I told you. I'm Y/n Romanoff. I am a run away assassin from the Red Room and the Daughter of Natasha Alianovna Romanoff."

She looks you over once again, and starts to remember..

"You. You are Yelena Belova, and Melina Vostokoff is your mother, I think. Then The Red Guardian, I think he is your dad, but then Natasha doesn't fit cause Red Guardian isn't her dad, my grandfather-"

"What?" She looked sad and worried and angry but it didn't seem to bother me

"What?" You return the question sarcastically

"Well, how do you know that you are her Daughter, you know what they do.."

"I know... They told me they used her 'stuff' and put it in another lady."

"And your father?" I shrugged at her simple question and walked over near the grave and sat Chris cross apple sauce in front of it.

Yelena followed my movement and sat...

After a few moments of staring no where in particular Yelena speaks up

"I remember you.." Her voice rings through my mind

"Me?" I ask aloud, pulling up bunches of grass from the earth

"Yes.." Yelena smiles "I meet you when you were born, a few days before I was transferred. When I was 15 years old. I knew you were Natasha's daughter, but I did nothing to try and tell Natasha or-"

"That's nothing. I never meet my own mother. and now, I never will." You said with a sad smile on your face, trying to laugh it off

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Yelena POV

The stupidest response came to my mind, but decided I wanted to approach her differently

"I didn't know my mother either.."

"Oh. Well, we can be lonely together I guess."

The girl seems to be genuine, no tricks

"Why are you here, Y/n?" I needed to know and with what her answer is, is where I will go from here, and then I'll decide if what she says is real or fake.

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Y/n POV

I knew exactly why I was here, but didn't want to admit it, not yet at least..

"I guess, I am here to see my mom.." Yelena starts to stare me down again, but it doesn't bother me. I want her to know I am trustworthy.

"Alright, you said you were a run away from where again?"

"The Red Room." I said it with a steady breath

She didn't say anything, and when she stood up, I didn't care. I just watched all the cards and stuff animals slightly sway in the wind that sat in front of the stone grave..

I continued to read "Daughter, Sister. Avenger. Natasha Romanoff." I stared at her name, thinking her body was somewhere deep down right under me

"Natasha Romanoff. Natasha Romanoff. Natasha Romanoff. Natasha Romanoff." I read it over and over again.

she is, dead. she is gone forever, my mother. The mother I never got to meet, is dead. she died. Never, ever coming back. I never get to see her for the first time, in real life.

I could hear Yelena walk back over to me and she stood next to me, her legs glued to the ground, and her coat slightly moving with the wind

"I only know that she had red hair and green eyes. I don't know what she looks like.." You say out loud more to yourself than Yelena.

Yelena hums in response

I could feel her eyes on me, but it seemed less threatening then before

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Yelena POV

I like her. She does remind me of my sister in some ways

I watched her play with the grass and stare at Natasha's grave stone

Maybe, this really is her daughter

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Yelena thought this to herself, looking off in the distance, but immediately looked down at her side when she felt you lean up against her, as you were looking for the comfort of another person

You sniffled trying to hold back your tears, but before you knew it, your eyes were gushing, the salt watery tears fell, down your nose and cheek, over your closed mouth and ran down your neck.

You hated showing emotion. You were told it was weak. That you were weak, if you showed emotion, and your mom was not an excuse, it wasn't an excuse to the Red Room.

To you it was though, you missed her, having never met her made it harder. Yelena's leg was a nice pillow, and expecting it really is her, maybe she trusted you now. Maybe.

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Yelena POV

I trust her.

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She is comforted that you trusted her enough to lean up against such a lethal women, she could kill you in an Instant if she wanted too.

She didn't want too, but still..

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thedelusionreaderbitch · 3 years

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Kaz Brekker/Platonic! Crows x fem! Reader - Silence

A/n: So I know I haven't been very active lately but hopefully that will change! Also I don't really love this fic it's not very good and I might rewrite it in the future but for now, you guys can enjoy this shit!!!

Warnings: Abuse, sexual abuse, rape, violence, mentions of death, technically mentions of suicide, THIS FIC IS A MASSIVE TRIGGER WARNING!!!!

Summary: They used to be happy. That’s what Jesper says anyways about his sister. When he’s asked where it all went wrong it’s usually responded with an I have no idea. When Kaz comes to confront them in front of the Crows why you came back all bloodied and carrying back a body, they know this isn’t going to end well…

Death clung to you. That's what people muttered in the streets of Ketterdam, 'if the Blackbird is on a strike don't go outside for a week and remember, pray to the saint who wears the most colour.'

Great bedtime stories for children.

Your legend would never end, though it must have begun somewhere. Someone who you decided could witness one of your killings must have made up a story. Started it up and told it in fright to someone and the people not believing a word they say. Before their dead of course. And then it spreads like the plague.

The Blackbird was once a hopeful girl, full of dreams and happiness. She had beautiful feathers of all different kinds of colours, and they sang to the heavens and it was as if she was a child of the saints. Then one day - the bird that brought kindness and sunshine to everyone's lives fell into a trap.

There was a hyena that people all thought was bad news but she thought she could help him become a better person.

The little birdy was wrong.

He hurt the bird of colours so badly that one day he burned her feathers and they became pitch black. The hyena thought that he had won at last and had gotten power over the bird.

It was said that she ran and escaped the terrible beast that day. And because he had changed her to the very soul she wasn't the same anymore, no. She was only used for revenge, and it was said she turned her backs on the saints for not saving her. When the saints did decide to intervene the little bird was shattered and could no longer sing. Her voice reduced to a vengeful whip, it was no longer beautiful but fearsome.

It was said that on that night the Blackbird used her wings on Ketterdam so she could cover the sky in darkness so the stars in the sky, the only things the saints could use to watch over mankind was blindfolded in a merciless fog.

And there the Blackbird was born.

Maybe death clung to you, but not the same way that trauma and the cruelness of the world does.

And that's a fate worse than death.

You remember strike one, you and Jesper were kids - happy kids. And the neighbour's son of was considerably older than both of you offered to babysit the one time your Da, and Ma was out.

Jesper was playing in the back, perhaps practicing shooting so he could impress your Mum but you stayed inside saying something along the lines that you wanted to cook some cookies for Dad.

How you wished you hadn't.

That teenage boy had put his filthy little hands on you. He left you in the kitchen tears running down your face and bile that you had to force back down your throat.

Your mother had found you like that and she instantly knew what had happened and she made everything much more bearable. When you had nightmares you would get up and knock on her door quietly enough for her just to hear and because your Ma was a light sleeper but your Da was not, she would get up and see you alright.

The poor woman never told her husband because you had pleaded with her not to. She always did blame herself and she made sure the boy never came around again but she did thank the saints that he didn't go all the way.

She wasn't sunshine, (she always said that was you!) No, she was the faint moonlight in the distance that helped guide you on your way home.

Then she died.

Strike two, was your mother dying. You remember that day where she went to take the poison out of that child and when she did she sucked it back into herself. In your arms was the last place your Ma took her last breath.

That was the day the world had lost its guide home and it always seemed to be in peril after that.

Strike three came almost immediately after strike two. Your father wouldn't talk to you. You became a ghost in your own house, you understood your father though,

she did die in your arms.

Jesper was the only one that didn't make strike three the last strike where the rope was at its point and snapped. He was your armour against the world, with his funny quirks and quips. He was the older brother you needed in those moments.

But armour slowly breaks over time and your dear brother wasn't getting enough out of life at the farm. So when your Father sent Jesper to Ketterdam you went right with him.

You attended college for a bit but eventually, your armour had finally left you. It broke under the stress of everything in his life that he couldn't keep up with yours.

So you meant him.

He was kind but knew when the world was being too cruel. He was wealthy, but not rich. He was sweet, but not puke up rainbows kind of way. He knew you like the back of his hand and always knew how to comfort you. Jesper had actually meant him once before he got too busy with the Dregs and said maybe he knew you too well.

You yelled at him at the time and said that was absurd! He would never do anything to hurt you!

Strike four was falling under his spell.

Strike five was when he told you terrible things about yourself and you thought he was always right. He could do no wrong in your eyes.

Strike six was when he finally started beating you and you had just expected it at this point.

Strike seven was when you weren't allowed to go to school anymore.

Strike eight was when he wouldn't let you see anyone, not even your brother. But you never questioned it, he was basically a saint to you, why would you? Besides Jesper never seemed to have time for you anyways.

Strike nine was when he cheated on you and told you you had to be better.

Strike ten was when he started raping you.

Then one day he was worse than usual and you grabbed the hot poker from the fire pit, that he had used to beat you before, and you had told him to stay away.

Then you ran.

It was the straw the broke the camel's back, it was the saints giving up on him or maybe it was the saints giving up on you.

You didn't care, you were free.

You made one promise that day, that you would never love again.

You learned quickly what Ketterdam was like even before you had meant him, so perhaps that was why it was so easy to become the Blackbird. The girl who never smiled, the girl who only lived only for revenge. The monster that will wipe your existence off of the earth like it was nothing. The ghost that will haunt you when your sins line up too high.

Eventually, you joined the dregs and you connected with your brother once again and he knew something was wrong the moment he felt your presence. He didn't believe you were the Blackbird, the girl who terrorized the streets of Ketterdam.

But he learned to accept it, they all did except for that blasted Brekker boy.

With your time in the Dregs, you had slowly begun to form something with Kaz but you quickly remembered your promise to yourself and you let him go.

Although you don't like to admit it, the Crows had become your friends - family even. You would do anything to protect them even though it didn't seem like it. You were you though, and that was being afraid to even semi-connect with them. Of course, you were, because you were growing a bit too fond of Kaz Brekker and last time that lead you to a fate worse than death.

So you distanced yourself for a while to recollect your thoughts and if you really wanted to stay with them. Did they ever manipulate you? No. Then you came back and you stayed, maybe you weren't the perfect friend or a very good one at all but the Crows knew you even considering to stay was a blessing all in itself.

They were always so patient with you even Kaz, especially Kaz, and you never gave anything in return to them. Guilt would often cloud your mind when you were near them but they were always so amazing something you could never be.

But one day they came to their breaking point.

Killing people wasn't anything new for them, much less you killing people but coming back with a bloodied body and losing contact with them for weeks was probably not the same as just 'killing.'

Jesper pulls you by your bicep into Kaz's office with the other Crows following behind. You stumble in as Kaz slams the door shut being the last one in the room. They stare at you with beady eyes almost like the ones on the infamous birds around the Slat.

"What the fuck Y/n!" Jesper finally yells. Everyone around doesn't even bother to tell him to lower his voice their faces held the same anger that Jes's did.

Silence drowns you in its ocean keeping you in its waters. A chain is wrapped around your throat as you sink deeper and deeper into its depths. You try and swim away, run like you always had before, but the weight around your neck is too heavy, too dense and it slowly drowns you.

You just shrugged your shoulders. How could you explain all that you went through? Why would you want to?

"We can't just brush this off Y/n, we always do, but you crossed a line," Wylan states calmly but firmly at the same time putting a hand on his boyfriend's shoulder trying to ease the tension in the room.

You laugh, you hadn't even been walking a line at all. No, you had been jumping from rooftop to rooftop as they created a chalk line at how far you could go. Balling your hands into fits you snarl, they have been keeping you back. Maybe it's a good thing but you didn't want to admit it.

What about Kaz? A voice whispers in the back of your head.

Your eyes travel to his form in the back. He's leaning on the wall slightly but also using his cane to make himself look up-right. The darkness in the back compliments his angular features making them stand out as if saying he was above you. And to most people he probably was and he deserved that position.

But it didn't matter to you, he was just Kaz to you. Even if you saw him as someone... Important in your life, nevertheless he didn't matter. He was just another powerful man drawing a line that you couldn't cross as the line became smaller and smaller till you were trapped against a wall with nowhere to go.

When you first became the Blackbird, you climbed up that wall, you knew what was going to happen next. And you would never let anyone do that to you again.

"If you think I crossed the 'line' then your wrong." Your voice started out light-hearted (never does a fake smile crawl on your face though) but slowly became menacing and terrifying.

You spin of your heels turning to Jesper. "You've kept me in a cage giving me freedom but always locking me back up in the night."

You turn to Wylan and you mock his voice from earlier. "It was only a matter of time before I would break out." Your eyes lock onto Kaz's and your voice softens while you look at him.

"You knew it was going to happen sooner rather than later. A bird needs to stretch its wings somehow."

"That doesn't mean you get to cut off communication with us for weeks than bringing in a body all bloodied. What you said before doesn't even explain why you did that Y/n," Inej says quietly.

You growl and the people closest to you jump back a little.

"Oh, what are you going to do, kick me out? Half of your businesses wouldn't have even succeeded without me!"

Jesper balls his hands into fists. "Gee for fuck's sake Y/n would just tell us!"

"HE'S THE REASON I'M A MONSTER!"

Your shout makes everyone freeze in their place and there it is again. The overbearing silence that takes over everything with its darkness. Running threw out the room, swirling around you and making it impossible for you to even hear anything other than your own terrible thoughts of madness.

But one voice isn't in your head of that hyena howling at you no, it's real and you can hear it among the darkness. You close your eyes listening in and hearing something other than darkness.

"Y/n." Your eyes snap open and you meet Kaz's eyes and you feel something dangerously close to relief.

"Everyone else out."

The Crows file out of the room one by one following Kaz's order. Everyone leaves but Jesper hesitates at the door and you see your broken armour trying to come back to you again and although it's harsh he wasn't there when he should have been. You understood that he had other problems he needed to sort out but you were his little sister.

You were supposed to stick up for each other.

"Out." Your voice would sound cold to anyone else but to Jesper, it sounds tired and unhappy. Lonely also however it has a hit of love and revenge as well.

The taller brother just sighs though and close's the door.

Kaz's eyes meet yours and your hands start to fidget with the cuffs of your bloodied shirt.

He doesn't say anything, he just stares at you. Willing you to spill information with just a glance. Any God would fall prey to those eyes and they would disclose all their knowledge while also thanking him in the end.

Kaz Brekker had something more powerful than Godly power over you.

So you couldn't help but tell him the real more dark story behind the Blackbird, he had already told you his so maybe, just maybe you could trust him.

"Do you know the Story of the Blackbird?" Your voice rings out against the muteness of the room fighting against it for once in your miserable life.

Kaz nods his head showing you that he knew. Of course, he knew it, was Brekker he probably knows every single version by heart.

"And I assume you know it's about me?"

Rolling his eyes but nodding once again.

You hesitate, knowing that after this you couldn't go back. That these next few words could change everything and why are you even telling this to the bastard of the barrel?

Because you love him.

It's simple and you promised yourself you would never love again but possibly that promise wasn't real because perhaps you never really loved that hyena. Some form of peace has definitely come from killing him, but maybe there's more to moving on from trauma than just revenge.

So with those thoughts in mind, the words tumble out of your mouth and you wouldn't be able to stop them even if you tried.

"Around the time where Jesper was just starting in the Dregs I had gotten a boyfriend. He was... Well, he was the perfect boyfriend but looking back he was too perfect. Basically fake, he was a manipulator and he knew me like the back of his hand. He knew where to press and I was under the impression that he could do nothing wrong." You pause to take a breath but you don't look up from your spot on the floor.

"It started with the small things like little insults thrown my way, but then it grew into bigger things like calling me a slut and what not. I wasn't even surprised when he started beating me."

Your eyes slowly come off the floor and they travel up Kaz's body but never meeting his eyes. You didn't want to see the disappointment that would be held in those eyes. That was inevitable.

"Then every day it started to get worse till he-" You cut yourself off and your legs wobble underneath you and as you collapsed Kaz jetted out and caught you before you could fall.

Tears were running down your face as you gripped Kaz's shirt as he picked you up bridal style and carried you over to the bed. He place's you down and slides in beside you yet there was a good distance between the two of you. But it still gave you comfort and for the first time in a while, you didn't question why it did, you just went with it already knowing the reason why.

You loved him it was as simple as that.

"Then he-" You choked on a sob again and you bring your knees to your chest.

"You don't have to say it." He says gently nothing like what that hyena used to do to you.

"Noah used to rape me." The words come out in a blur and the tight feeling in your chest slowly falls apart and for the first time in a while, you truly feel like a Blackbird - free. Stuttering to breathe in a realization comes to your mind; Noah that monster will never hurt you ever again.

"Oh, my Saints! He's dead!" You cover your mouth with your hand and you lean back onto the headboard tears of happiness smear down your face. You don't laugh though but you feel even clearer than before. You could get used to this feeling.

Slowly you look over to Kaz and you realize the two of you were broken souls beyond repair and maybe just maybe that's what you needed. Perhaps that's what you both need, each other.

"Thank you." You whisper and the ends of Kaz's mouth curl's up a bit into what looks like is almost a smile but not quite. You would get there too one day.

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You jump from the rooftop gliding through the air and landing on the window sill of Kaz's office. You tilt your head to the side affectionately as you see The Crows getting ready for a heist only they're really just fooling around. Everyone but Kaz of course, he's in his desk chair drawing out some maps.

And they tell you you overwork! Hypocrites.

You open the window silently and you slip into the room unnoticed. You tiptoe over to Kaz's desk and you leap on top.

Kaz raises his eyebrow at you and you just shrug your shoulders, he probably had to stop anyways.

"You know there are other ways to get my attention other than acting like a child?"

"Oh, I know this is just more effective." You playfully respond.

Before Kaz could continue with the banter Jesper interject's just realizing you were here grabbing everyone's attention and placing it on you. Still not a fan of that.

"How the hell did you get from that rooftop to that window!" Jesper points outside in a slightly worried, big brother voice.

So you look him dead in the eyes and say; "I flew."

Jesper laughs along with the rest of The Crows but they stop at your deadpan look on your face.

"You didn't really?!"

"No, I didn't." You roll your eyes, "I didn't even think you knew that I did that."

Jesper comes over and wraps an arm around your shoulders and you immediately tense up.

"I do know some tricks! I am your older brother after all." His tone does get a few octaves of sombre at the end remembering the memories of how he didn't protect you before. But he's here now so you guess that's all matter's now.

You scoot off the desk out of his arm range but you do send him a sorry glance. The memories were just too much to handle sometimes. He just sends me a tiny knowing smile and nods and walk's off quietly (for the first time in his life) over to Wylan.

You watch everyone interact and it almost brings a smile to your face but something is missing and you wonder what it is.

Your question is quickly answered though as Kaz stands up beside you. His ungloved hand slowly garb's onto yours's and slowly you intertwine your fingers together.

"You really are the leader of a bunch of idiots." You say as Nina dares your brother to down a whole bucket paint.

"Yes, that's what it seems."

"But we love them." And for the first time in a while, you smile and it's not full-blown, it's tiny yet it has the whole galaxy in there.

"Yes, Yes I do." But Kaz isn't looking at The Crows he's looking at you.

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wpdarlingpan · 3 years

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I have a suggestion! What about pan or jerome valeska kiddnaping the reader/oc? Ik its pretty basic, but maybe pan kidnapps her to obress Emma and Jerome kiddnapps her because he is fond of her appearance yk? Maybe a little bit yandere style.

Thank u I hope you like my suggestions!

Thanks for my first suggestion! I hope it’s good :)

Please let me know if there is something I should fix for later suggestions. Be it my writing style, or if you’d prefer me to make an OC for the story.

Also TW with just a mention of how Greenwood is charged with Rape and Murder. It’s only the mention and will not be brought up further.

Now on with the story.

Background information: Y/N is the daughter of Jim Gordon and Barbara. She isn’t associated with Barbra since she went slightly crazy. She considers Lee like her mom. Her dad is very over protective since he’s seen the dark side of Gotham. She is 18 years old and somewhat shy/innocent from being protected by her dad.

“Bye dad! Love you!” Y/N yelled out as she approached the front door of their apartment. She was hoping to leave before her dad could give her the talk she always got before leaving the house but luck wasn’t on her side. She also felt the teeniest bit of guilt for rushing out so quickly as she and her dad had a good relationship and she knew he was just trying to protect her.

“Wait.” He spoke coming down the hallway into the room. He knew she didn’t like the fact she had to go over rules before she left the house but he’d been even more nervous since there was a breakout at Arkham.

“Yes?” Y/N questioned.

“Got your phone?”

“Yep.”

“Charged?”

“100%.”

“House key?”

“Definitely.”

“Emergency money?”

“Right in my pocket.”

“Pepper spray?”

“Yep and with the safety on so I don’t accidentally spray myself... again.” She spoke while looking down sheepishly.

“All right love you kiddo. Remember what I said about those people who broke out yesterday.”

Jim spoke while lightly kissing the side of her head and let her go to school.

“I remember. Also love you Always and forever dad. Don’t forget you have a date with Lee later!” Y/N reminded before closing the door to make her way to the Gotham High school. Her dad had bought her a car so she would be more safe getting to and from school as he didn’t trust city busses or taxis. She didn’t mind though it was nice and she was able to play some music while she drove.

Once she arrived at the school she saw the cheerleaders loading onto the bus. She was a photographer for the yearbook and it was one of their first football games for the year so they send her to photograph for the team. She was way to shy to actually try out for it. Once double checking if her car was locked she put the keys in her pocket and made her way to the bus with her camera looped around her neck.

She got on first as the rest of the cheerleads were talking outside the bus with the coach. Y/N sat in the very back with her feet up next to her as a sign of ‘do not sit by me’ she was rather short so it was comfortable as well. She then pulled out her phone and began to text her dad that she was safely on the bus. He replied with a quick ‘ok’ and ‘be safe’ then she started to play a game on her phone as the cheerleaders began to load onto the bus. Once everyone was on the bus they drove away from the school at the cheerleaders were practice their cheers. The. Whole. Ride. It was beginning to get on her nerves as she preferred the peace and quiet but she knew that being on a bus with cheerleaders would be anything but. She grabbed one side of her headphones and began to play music. She lightly tapped her fingers to it and looked out the window.

They drove for about 20 more mins before they were stopped. A red truck had pulled in front of them and people approached the truck. She spotted guns in their hands. She quickly dialed her dads phone and begged for him to pick up.

“Y/N? What is it?” He could tell by her erratic breathing that something was wrong.

“There are people with guns on the bus! They just shot the driver. We are on (random Gotham street) please hurry!”

“I’m on my way! Try and stay on the line.” She said a quiet okay she a boy with red hair entered the bus. Jim quickly ordered police officers to make their way towards the scene.

“I want you all to know... this was a very difficult decision for us.” The boy spoke as he waved around his guns as if it was a toy. Y/N had already ducked down in her seat after a different person had handcuffed them to the seats. She wanted to stay out of of the seemingly ringleaders point of view as she watching her phone continue to hold the call with her dad and her headphone was in on low in order for him not to hear the phone. She still listened from her other ear to be aware.

“It was between you and a senior citizen bingo party.

In the end, we decided to skew a little younger.” He spoke while putting the gun to one of the girls heads. He walked towards the back of the bus as he continued his speech. She heard him coming and quickly tucked her phone into her pocket along with the headphones.

“Youth won the day. Sorry.”

He had reached the back to the bus and was about to turn around when he saw her tucked into the seat. She was very small and if he didn’t know this was a high school bus he would have thought she was a kid. She looked up at him with terrified doe eyes and he looked at her with a smile. He liked her. The innocence in her eyes that made him swoon. She clearly wasn’t like his whore of a mother. She would make a good partner.

“And who might you be.” He spoke while he used his charm. He lifted her chin up lightly with his unoccupied hand as the gun still rested in the other. She scooted as far away as she could with the handcuffs keeping her in place.

“Y-Y/N.” She stuttered out in fear. She was trying to hide not stand out. He moved her hand away from the start of the handcuffs and brought up his gun to which she began squirming at as it was raised.

“Shh, just going to get these off.” He attempted to comfort but it was honestly more frighting what was he going to do.

He shot the handcuffs and the bullet got lodged into the seat as she was detached from the seat but still had the cuffs around her wrist.

“You’ll be coming with me Doll.” He spoke while tugging her up from the seat as the cheerleaders continued to cry at the situation.

“No!” She attempted to struggle but she was too small to get away. But he held onto her. He tugged her out of the bus before giving her to Aaron. Since he didn’t trust Greenwood with his girl. Not like he trusted Aaron any more but he wasn’t charged for rape.

Aaron obeyed and tightly held her as Jerome put back on his crazy face and went back onto the bus.

“Give me an "O"!” He shouted to make fun of them.

“I said, give me a "O".” He shot the roof of the bus making the cry harder.

“O!” The cried out through their tears.

“ Give me an "N".” He spoke again with enthusiasm

“N!”

“Give me another "O"!”

“O!”

“What does that spell?” He questioned while greenwood handed him a hose that would spray gasoline out from the truck they had stolen.

"Oh, no!"

He walked up and down the isles of the bus and sprayed each and everyone one of them with gasoline while they all screamed in fear.

He finished and walked out of the bus and grabbed a lighter from his pocket.

“Ready? Okay!” Jerome said as he attempted to make the lighter work. The flame wouldn’t appear and Y/N continued to struggle in Aaron’s arms but for the man it was nothing. Dobkins was bouncing in his place with anticipation.

But it never lit.

“This is so embarrassing.” Jerome spoke harshly. He was making a fool out of himself in front of his girl.

“Anyone got a light?” He requested from the group of cheerleaders. Y/N was questioning if he really expected them to give him one since he was trying to kill them. He walked off after they all cried out a ‘No’ and winked at Y/N as she looked at him making her glance away hoping for her dad to hurry.

“I do. I got...” Dobkins replied while reaching into his own pocket to grab a lighter.

As Dobkins went to hand Jerome the lighter sirens sounded and police pulled onto the scene. She began struggling more as Aaron held her with one hand and shot with the other with little to no aim.

She saw as her dad got out of the car and quickly held up his gun. His heart stopped as he saw his daughter in the hands of one of the Maniax.

“Stand your ground, boys. They can't shoot at a bus.” Jerome smugly told the crew. He glanced at his doll to see her struggling still while eyeing one of the officers.

“Hold your fire! Hold your fire!” Jim quickly yelled in fear one something hitting his daughter or the bus.

“Dad!” She yelled out as she attempted to kick Aaron but did little to no damage.

Jeromes eyes widened with surprise. Jim Gordon had a daughter? This would be two birds with one stone. He smirked as Jim looked panicked.

“Aaron, Greenwood, get the truck started. And pass me my girl.” Jerome demanded. Y/N was shoved towards Jerome who caught her with a arm wrapped around her waist. He spotted her phone in her pocket and tossed it onto the pavement so they couldn’t be tracked nor could she call.

The officers had ducked behind their cars as Jerome shot at them.

“We're gonna blow this barbecue stand, huh Doll?” He told her as he tugged her towards the truck as her dad tried to follow before he was shot at again.

Greenwood sat on the outside holding onto the bus with the hose.

“Light 'em up!” Jerome spoke as he turned around and made a round motion with his arm to Dobkins who struggled with a lighter as well.

Jerome laughed manically as he got into the truck with her on his lap to which she blushed making him smirk and they began to drive off leaving Dobkins with the police.

Soon they were out of view and Jim quickly drove the bus away from the flames that had fought when the lighter was dropped. He needed to get his daughter back.

Y/N had a blind fold put on her as they left the scene to head back to Galivants building. Once they arrived Jerome picked her up bridal style and carried her into the building. He was stopped by the man himself as he headed to his room.

“And whose this?” He questioned quite poshly. She couldn’t recognize the voice but it seemed familiar.

“My girl.” He replied looking Galivant in the eye with a murderous look, daring him to say she couldn’t stay.

“Fine. But she stays in your room. Wouldn’t suggest having her out here with Greenwood.” He spoke before walking away to his office. Jerome laughed at even the thought of letting Greenwood anywhere near her. He brought her into his room and sat her on the bed. He quickly locked the door with a key to which he placed in his pocket before removing the blindfold.

Y/N blinked to adjust to the light and when she did she quickly scrambled back on the bed, away from the boy in front of her.

“Oh Y/N your never getting away from me. Not now, not ever.” He spoke before laughing crazily making her whimper and her eyes water. She curled up in a ball in an attempt to shield herself away from the boy.

“Well Doll, welcome to your new home. By the way, the names Jerome. Jerome Valeska.”

Y/N began to shake, her dad had told her about his interview. She should have for the hint from the fact of his unsettling laughter.

She was utterly screwed.

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part of the ‘almost’ collaboration hosted by @hyucksie

final part of the 'soulmates collection'

doyoung x fem reader | 10k

genre: greek mythology retelling (selene and endymion), abstract historical setting, astrology, astronomy, magic/fantasy, romance, !angst!, smut, fluffy notes

warnings: swearing, alcohol, explicit sexual content +18 (no hardcore raunchy stuff because it didn’t fit the vibe but highly erotic scenes), bad ending, major character sad situation (not death but similar, idk how to explain without spoiling lol), overall mature themes

other characters: ten as doyoung’s brother, kun only mentioned

playlist: - Moon | Jonghyun - Sun&Moon | NCT 127 - Mystery lover | Taemin - End to start | NCT 127

__________ A sigh.

It was a little and delicate sound, almost inaudible. But Doyoung could hear it so well.

It was the only thing his mind could focus on besides the soft feeling under his fingers.

He exhaled too but he couldn’t make sense of his own voice and he didn’t want to when there was this other one he so dearly wanted to hear instead.

He wanted it to become louder and louder. He wanted to bathe in the smoothness of that voice forever.

“I just think you need to get laid, that’s all,” Ten smirked before his tongue could make an appearance through his plush lips. It licked one of the grapes he was holding to his mouth and chuckled at Doyoung’s disgusted expression.

“You’re always on that bullshit. I don’t even know why I keep telling you stuff.” The man commented.

Ten, previously lying down on the single wooden bench inside the observatory, sat up with a roll of the eyes. His fluffy hair bounced around his forehead at his movements and his smile was wicked.

“If you keep having wet dreams, it means that you’re in need for some, so you should go and get it, brother.”

Doyoung sighed and placed his papers down, unable to understand what he was trying to do with moving them around in the first place.

“The thing is-,”

“Yeah I know,” Ten interrupted him, “you only have sexy dreams in the observatory like a freak. Kun said it’s because you’re exhausted and your mind is more prone to let your deepest desires-”

“Wait. You told Kun about my dreams?”

If Ten got jumpy because of Doyoung's sudden loud voice, he concealed it well.

“We talk about unconsciousness all the time,” the boy explained relaxedly. “I think you should come too sometimes. You can let out some of your, uhm, frustration,” he wiggled his eyebrows as he took a few steps separating himself from Doyoung’s desk.

Doyoung shrugged to make Ten take off the hand from his shoulder. “I am a scientist, not a philosopher or whatever you guys like to call yourselves.”

“Well I am sorry that scientists don’t fuck and we do.”

Ten ran out of the observatory with a giggle before he could be hit in the head by Doyoung’s telescope.

______

Doyoung has always imagined meeting his soulmate in a very romantic environment.

He was not an extremely romantic person, but since it was still a soulmate talk, he imagined at least a few shy smiles and a kiss on the hand, not a scream and his cock in his fist instead.

He was the first to scream as he turned around at the sound of rustling leaves.

You screamed too but only because he screamed so loudly in the silence of the night that the dormant birds flew away from the trees.

Then you yelped again when your eyes fell to the man’s crotch.

“Oh my God, I am so sorry!” you hid your face with your palms and it felt boiling under your fingertips.

The young man felt paralyzed and his first thought was that he wouldn’t have been able to touch himself anymore because of the shame.

He breathed out once after finally putting away everything that had no business to be seen and cleared his throat.

You had turned around in the process and Doyoung looked at your back for a moment before finally speaking.

“Hey. Why are you wandering at night like this?”

“Uh-” you put away your hands but didn’t dare to face him. “I couldn’t sleep and decided to come out for a bath,” you explained. “My lord,” you quickly added.

“How did you get here? This property is owned by my astrology professor.”

“That would be my father, sir. I live-” you lifted one arm and indicated the tower behind the garden, “-there.”

Doyoung followed your finger with his eyes then took in your figure yet again.

“You can turn around. I have no intention of hurting you.”

You did as he told you and you were pleasantly surprised to see him as flustered as you were. “I’m sorry I startled you, sir.”

The young man shook his head. “I have to apologize. It was highly inappropriate of me to do that in public.”

“Well, no one was here to see, sir.”

“You were here. And don’t call me sir, just call me Doyoung.”

You smiled timidly and took a few steps towards the lake, nodding. “Then it’s nice to finally meet you Doyoung.”

The man opened his lips for a second but you spoke on top of him.

“Oh, my father speaks so highly of you every day,” you dipped one foot inside the calm water and Doyoung noticed for the first time what you had no shoes on. “He laughs at you for wanting to call yourself an astronomer instead of an astrologer but he also praises you a lot. My dad is an open-minded man. Sometimes I feel like he loves you more than he loves me.”

Doyoung stared at your ankles then calves as you gently moved your toes inside the water.

Your tone was light and nonchalant but he could sense the light layer of bitterness on it.

“I’m sure that’s not the case.”

You tilted your head to the side at his words and smiled again, the white and thin nightgown you were wearing almost touching the water too. Then you gathered the material around your waist and taking it off, you threw it on the shore near Doyoung’s feet.

He gasped.

“What are you doing?” he asked with a trembling voice, shocked to see your suddenly naked back getting swallowed by the shining darkness of the lake.

“I told you, I came here for a bath,” you chirped back as if it was an appropriate answer.

Turning around towards him you noticed that he caught a glimpse of your chest before he looked away in the distance.

His adam apple travelled up and down distressed and even in the darkness you could see his neck and face redden up.

You smiled again and crouched down, letting the water get to your chin and hide your curves from his eyes.

“What would my father say if he knew I’m here naked in front of you now?”

“Hm, he would probably kill me,” he replied sincerely.

You let out a bright laugh. “Don’t worry. He won’t do it. If he doesn’t know.”

He closed his mouth and you noticed the little smile trying to bloom on his lips as you exchanged a longer look than intended.

Then he looked away and cleared his throat.

“Then I’ll leave for now and I’ll come back when you’re done bathing,” he suddenly got up and patted his ass trying to clean his slacks of any dirt.

“Aren’t you here to stare at the moon?” your voice stopped him from walking away.

You were looking at him, gently swimming backwards. “Stay. I won’t bother you.”

Doyoung sighed and after a moment of uncertainty, he moved back slowly and sat down again.

You closed your eyes, letting the water lull you slowly.

For the first time in weeks, the young man didn’t look at the moon once.

__________

“What are the results for tonight?” you leaned in to read Doyoung’s notes, your gown collecting the drops of water falling on your body and making it difficult for the man to look away.

You started to come out every night, the sound of your footsteps arriving to Doyoung’s senses first then your scent.

The results for that night were that Doyoung absolutely loved breasts and that he absolutely needed to touch himself or he might go insane.

“The moon got smaller as predicted and it had the same course on the sky as usual.”

You chuckled.

“Well, of course. What would Selene do otherwise? Wander around?”

Doyoung bit his lower lip as he would do when listening to your father teach him about astrology and deities. It was obvious that you would have his beliefs about the moon too.

“Well, she could, couldn’t she? Since she’s a goddess,” he played along.

You sat near him and patted your neck with one end of your gown fabric. “She can technically walk away. But only to places where her presence is needed. And she goes away once every cycle to sleep.”

Doyoung put away his papers and leaned back on his elbows, suddenly very amused.

“Selene needs to sleep?”

You noticed the almost mocking tone in his voice and smiled. “Of course she does. She obviously sleeps during the day just like Helios sleeps during the night but she also needs a full recharge once every cycle.”

“You know a lot about her. Do you also know why she shrinks every night? Is that to show that she’s getting tired?”

You chuckled at his theory but nodded. “Exactly. And after sleeping she grows bigger and bigger.”

Doyoung hummed pensively and his eyes fell on your spine. “Wouldn’t it make sense if she came back full after recharging? Instead, she comes back small. The process makes no sense.”

He raised his eyes to meet your gaze and you noticed the way his fingers twitched as if he forced himself to still his hand and not touch your skin.

“There are so many things that make no sense,” you whispered.

The man tilted his head to the side at your words and you let yourself down on your back, your eyes drinking in the stars above you.

“Like what?”

“Love?”

Doyoung imitated your position and you had to prevent yourself from jolting when his shoulder touched yours.

“Do you believe in love, astronomer?” you turned your head to see his face.

“I don’t know. I have to see and touch things to believe in them.”

“So you need to see and touch Selene to believe in her?”

“Yeah.”

“And would you believe it if she suddenly appeared and told you that it was her?”

Doyoung turned his head to look at you as well and his gaze made your guts twist on themselves. He was so close that you both kept on whispering.

“She should prove it somehow.”

“What would you want her to do?”

“Something goddess-like?”

“What would that be?” you turned on your stomach interested and lifted your bust on your elbows. Doyoung’s eyes wandered on your chest for a little moment and it made you burn.

“I don’t know. She’s the goddess. She should know. What can Selene do?”

“Make people fall in love with her until they descend into madness."

Doyoung hummed with a smile.

“Human girls can do that too. How is that special?”

“So you do believe in love," you smiled teasingly, one finger to poke his bicep.

“Well, it never happened to me, but if so many people talk about it, I guess it could be true.”

“A lot of people talk about Selene and yet, you don’t believe in her.”

His eyes were barely visible in the night but the little lights in them were dancing just like the stars around the Moon.

You opened your lips and breathed out.

Then he got up and collected his stuff before you could slip and ask him to just touch you right there under the black sky until he believed in you.

__________

The first time you saw him you didn't think much of it.

Another night, another person longing for something while looking up at the moon.

You let yourself down to watch him better and you smiled surprised upon seeing his features. Apollo would wither away with shame in comparison so you chuckled excitedly.

Finally. What a nice match.

What a nice subject to driving into insanity for you.

So you kept staring at his dark eyes, illuminated by your light, then at the curve of his forehead, his jaw, his neck. You imagined it strained as he begged for your love and you chuckled again.

"Sleep," you whispered to him, eager to enter his dreams just like you did with so many people before him.

But he didn't move and his eyes remained wide and awake.

You tilted your head to the side, studying him well.

"I said, Sleep," your voice travelled inside his head again but it got blocked by such a thick wall to make you almost fall backwards.

You scoffed, one foot stomping on the ground and your arms crossed on the chest.

He was not thinking about you?

He was staring at the moon, yes, but he wasn't staring at you?

_________

It was not until he fell asleep in his observatory that you managed to get closer.

Night after night you were staring at each other without him realizing and night after night his head was completely closed off. Drifting away in the morning, angry and tired, your only thoughts were made of plans around how to enter that man's dreams.

You were feeling weak, so little time until Helios would push you to the side with his light. But your pride was hurt and you were desperate to get into his head.

It was so easy this one time. Completely at your mercy. So easy that you basically tripped forward not expecting it.

His mind was like soft butter and you giggled triumphant, stepping around his dreams.

Finally.

It was completely silent inside of him and you inhaled deeply.

What a nice head, you thought. So calm and peaceful. No chaos and no darkness.

You opened your eyes and focused around his imagination.

It was a deep refreshing forest with a faraway waterfall. The sound of it accompanying the sound of your nude feet on the grass.

Then you saw him.

The man was lying down on a patch of soft moss, eyes closed and relaxed features. Like some sort of spirit. Like a god.

You walked to him silently and touched his knee. His eyes slowly opened at the sensation and his lips got brushed by a sigh. You leaned down on top of him, catching it with your lips, sighing into him as well.

Finally, you smiled, as his hands pressed into your soft flesh.

But before he could touch your bare skin, you were already drifting away to sleep yourself and the dusk vaporized you from his arms.

So you tried again.

And again.

Always near the time, you'd touch gowns with Helios as you passed the baton. Always touching the mortal man just for a second in his mind and his dreams.

Until you became obsessed.

His hands on your stomach and sliding lightly on your bust. You holding onto his wrist with both your hands and delicately kissing his thumb before gently starting to suck on it. His muscles contracting at the sight and you feeling him harden underneath you. His lips slightly parted as if breathing for him was suddenly harder and his gaze was dark and lustful. Jerking up with no warming and, pressing you hard against himself, kissing you hungrily. Wet, messy, and rough. His fingers digging into your thighs and yours into his shoulders. His skin rubbing against your and you desperately wanting more.

Until you got too impatient.

__________

“It’s called a telescope. It’s a machine that makes things appear closer. I want to see every detail of the moon and I’ll soon be able to.”

Doyoung was scribbling away into his papers and you shifted your head from resting on your knees to resting it on your hand instead.

“Can I see it?”

He didn’t reply for a few moments, eyebrows furrowed and clenched jaw, so you thought he didn’t hear you.

“It’s not done yet,” he then mumbled right when you opened the mouth to speak again.

“Well-” you started but he suddenly got up and extended his hand to you.

You looked at his delicate palm and fought the urge to kiss his fingertips.

You lifted your hand to touch it. It was soft and warm as you held it. And you hoped he wouldn’t let yours go after helping you up.

Unfortunately, he did and started to walk up the little hill towards the tower by himself.

You smiled a little and followed him after gathering your gown in your fists, eyes on his back instead of paying attention where you should put your feet instead.

“So tell me. Why do you like the moon so much?”

Humans were so used to walking around that it was nothing for him to arrive at the top of the hill in a few steps. You haven’t been walking as much as you did while with Doyoung in aeons so you had to rest, palms on your knees and panting hard as he spoke.

“It’s fascinating, don’t you think?”

“Well,” you shrugged, “she’s a goddess.” You replied, the sweat on your forehead and messy hair very ungoddess-like.

Doyoung looked at his side, staring at your lips as they moved then looked away at the tower in front of him. His visible cheek trembled a little under the moonlight and you smiled.

“So you still don’t believe the moon is a goddess. My job here is useless.”

He sighed at your affirmation. “I just- I’m sure there’s more to that. The moon is made of soil just like the earth. I think it’s a piece of earth that didn’t manage to merge with us.”

He started to walk away as you caught up with his pace.

“Merge with us? Like when the earth was made someone just left a piece of it out for no reason?”

The boy looked at you after arriving at the wooden door and resting one hand on it. “You think I’m insane, right? No one believes me.”

You imitated his expression and lightly hit his shoulder with yours. “I don’t think you’re insane. Your mind is just fascinating like the moon herself.”

“You think there’s a possibility that the goddess is mad at me for not believing in her existence? Maybe this is why I’m not making any progress with my studies,” Doyoung mumbled to himself amused as unlocked the tower.

You stared at his profile for a while. The silence made it possible for the soft breeze on the lake water to be heard as well as the young man’s yearning sigh.

“I think she’s flattered. You’re like a challenge.”

Doyoung turned his head around to face you again and his dark eyes under the strands of black hair were hypnotizing as he made a few steps backwards into the round room.

“Flattered by me? There are so many people staring at her.”

You tightened the hold on your gown as you followed him into the darkness of the observatory.

“Not like you. I watched you from my own tower and you’ve been here every night for so many cycles.”

“I am flattered that you’ve been watching me,” Doyoung lowered his voice.

You smiled again and felt a lump grow in your throat under his gaze, forcing you to swallow before talking again.

“Also, you don’t just mindlessly admire her. You want to understand. And that’s fresh.”

You looked up at the high ceiling and admired the weird wooden construction. It was a little dusty but cosy.

Doyoung let one corner of his lips rise. “So the moon is bored with all the suitors and finds me amusing. Will she kill me after playing with me like this or you think she will grant me forgiveness?”

You looked down again and stared at each other until Doyoung’s eyes widened a little upon seeing your troubled expression.

“Hey, it was a joke,” he touched your arm delicately. “The moon is not going to kill me.”

You gulped and lowered your gaze upon feeling his touch.

“No, she can’t. But what if she has to put you to sleep?” you asked with a feeble voice.

His pupils shook quickly as if he was waiting for you to finally laugh out loud at the joke.

But you didn’t.

“Why would Selene do that?”

You walked away from him, hands behind your back, neck strained as you looked up at the structure.

“Have you ever heard of Selene being in love?”

“I haven’t heard much of her at all, to be honest.”

He leaned his hips on the desk and crossed his arms on the chest.

“What have you been doing during my father’s lessons?” you suddenly turned your head towards him and he finally could see a hit of amusement on your features.

“Hm,” he considered. “Thinking about the moon but not like that.”

You rolled your eyes and touched the telescope in front of you with one finger. It was sturdy and cold. Then you started to walk around the room, the fingertip gently caressing everything you could touch.

“Selene is cruel. She makes people fall in love with her. With no promises. Just for fun. And when they all learn that she can’t possibly love them back, they all leave.”

“Why?”

You stopped near a wall adorned with a simple mirror. The reflection was something you didn’t want to look at so you placed your gaze on Doyoung. He exchanged the look.

“It’s her fate.”

“Her fate to be cruel?”

“Her fate to be alone.” You started to walk again.

His clothes neatly hanging near his bed smelled like incense and they were soft under your finger.

“That sounds like someone that wants to protect themselves,” he considered.

You didn’t reply for a moment so Doyoung kept talking.

“Selene sounds like a sad individual. She keeps making people fall in love with her but no one is trying to make her fall in love with them. And then they run away like cowards.”

You chuckled a little. “You think? But that’s Fate. If you fall in love with Selene, you either run away or lose your life.”

“And how many people lost their life?”

You hummed. “No one really.”

“If you love someone truly, no Fate is going to make you tremble in your slacks like a little boy.”

You chuckled again.

Your room tour was almost over as you walked over him, your finger gently touching the table until reaching his thigh.

He looked down at your hand and followed it’s movements as you drew a line up on it until getting to his hip, then on his wrist and forearm.

His skin shivered in goosebumps under your touch and you heard him swallow.

“If you’re going to keep being so obsessed with the moon, you might lose your life too,” you whispered. “Run away now, before it’s too late.”

His hand twitched as he loosened up his arms on his sides and grabbed your fingers before you could get to his chest.

“Selene might choose to put me to sleep?”

“She might have to. For pity. To not let you die on the hands of the Fates instead since it’s gruesome.”

Doyoung wrapped your shoulders with his arm and pulled you towards his body.

You heard the buzzing of his voice near his heart when he talked. “I will not let the moon do that. Don’t worry.”

His scent was inebriating and you closed your eyes, palms shyly placed on the linen of his tunic, his breath tickling your forehead before he placed a kiss on it.

The touch felt so dizzying that you had to inhale twice.

“Promise?” you lifted your head and asked quietly, the words travelling on the little sigh you emitted and placing themselves on his plump ones.

“I promise-,” he tried to say but he was so close that you didn’t let him finish, the kiss he gave you after you leaned in was better than any words.

Then he kissed your cheek and jaw, then you felt his tongue gently outlining your ear until you whimpered and tightened your fingers into his clothes. He chuckled lightly and kissed the spot under the ear, down down on the neck, biting gently into your flesh as you started to pant. His hands palmed the bare skin on your back before meeting the fabric of your nightgown again.

It was your turn to get goosebumps all over your skin as you melted in his hold.

Then you noticed the lights of the dusk gently illuminating the small windows of the observatory and you had to lightly push his chest back.

“I have to go,” you whispered quickly.

“Just a minute,” he replied on your lips, his arms not wanting to let you go yet. You kissed him back in short pecks until he chuckled.

“Okay okay. Go,” he pressed his lips into yours for the last time and you turned around fast, yelping once as he lightly slapped your ass.

__________

“There’s something I need to confess,” you announced.

Doyoung’s eyes weren't on the moon that night either and you smiled at the small victory. Then you felt a sting inside your chest that prompted you to finally be honest with him.

Getting out of the water slowly you hoped he'd let his obsidian eyes shamelessly caress your skin but sensing your approach he lifted his eyes on the sky instead with a secret gulp.

“What is it?” His voice was low and a little pasty.

"Are you drinking?" you chuckled once surprised as your feet walked the short sand shore before you could feel the cool grass under your toes instead.

Doyoung smiled. "It's starting to get a little bit cold these nights. I have to keep myself warm."

You kneeled in front of him, sitting on your legs and extending your hand towards the bottle. "I'm also a little chilly," you explained.

The young man handed you the wine and watched your lips as you tasted it.

"Perhaps if you didn’t wander around naked you won't be feeling this cold."

"Perhaps if you finally let me under your cloak, you won't be feeling this cold either."

Doyoung's pupils trembled and his lips tightened. His lashes fanned his cheeks a few times and he looked away as you collected a single drop of wine from your lower lip with the tip of the tongue.

He was so stubborn to fully give in that it made you euphoric.

After the little exchange in the observatory, you expected him to jump on you as soon as he saw you. Instead, he slyly sat down on his usual spot in front of the lake, eyes high on the sky and hands busy taking his notes.

So you undressed as usual and entered the water until you could physically feel his gaze burning your skin.

You were actually relieved he felt like that.

Nights after nights you wondered if you should just stop bothering him.

You felt selfish and cruel. Cruel with yourself, because you already knew how it would end. He’d run away from you and if perhaps he would not, if he prefered to actually die, then-

You drank again and enjoyed his awkward silence for a bit.

“I’ve been watching you that first night," you confessed. Doyoung's breath halted for a second and you smiled.

I’m Selene. I’m actually Selene.

“I told you that I’ve been watching you for many nights, actually. From my tower.”

You locked eyes and you felt his hand wrap yours making you shiver. He retrieved the bottle and sipped talking.

"Why?"

I’m Selene.

"For the same reason, you've been staring at the moon. To understand. And because you're beautiful."

Doyoung gulped the liquid and his eyes finally locked with yours.

"What do you want to understand about me?"

"Everything."

The crickets kept you company in the moment of silence and for the first time Doyoung didn't shy away from openly looking at your curves and you felt your skin get goosebumps.

His fingers then unbuttoned his cloak and lifting himself on his knees, he wrapped your naked body with it. The warmth and his scent almost made you whine in pleasure. You desperately wanted him to pull you down on top of him.

"So you choose that exact moment to come and talk to me."

The little smile that crept on Doyoung's lips made you smile as well. He sat down again and relaxed back on one elbow.

“I had no idea that looking at the moon would get you horny if that's what you're saying."

He looked at you with the corner of his eyes. The amusement in them made you bite your lower lip.

"You got horny by looking at me though."

In your whole long life, you've never experienced that type of teasing.

He was there, hands not on you, doing everything with his eyes instead of his touch and it was driving you insane.

It was not the first time you'd come down and talk to admirers that loved to stare at you, yet not a single one has made it so difficult for you to sleep with them.

Were you losing your charm? Was it their belief in Selene that made you look fascinating to their eyes? Was this the reason Doyoung kept it all together all of these nights? You were just a normal girl in his eyes, weren't you?

It made you so frustrated.

And relieved at the same time.

“So why were you horny that night?”

“I’ve been dreaming about this girl I have never met before,” he admitted." I don't know who she is or what she looks like-"

"But she managed to get you horny like that?"

He had another sip from the bottle as if regretting telling you that.

"Maybe it was Selene? She's known for meeting people in their dreams," you suggested.

I am Selene. It was me. Keep me close but please run away too.

"Selene doesn’t-” he tried to reply but stopped, aware of your deep beliefs.

"And a girl from your dreams does?"

"I've never-”

"Is this why you're here? You hope to dream about her again?"

"I am here because I am studying the moon."

“What was the girl doing in your dreams? Can you show me?” you lowered your voice and you could have sworn that Doyoung was ready to finally push you under his weight.

“Don’t do this to me,” he whispered instead.

I am sorry. I am so sorry.

“Why not?” you touched his knee.

“I haven’t been myself since you’re around.”

“Is that a bad thing?”

It is. It’s such a bad thing.

“I just… I want to concentrate on the moon-”

“She’s not going anywhere.”

If there were men that refused a naked girl as she explicitly asked them to touch her skin, Doyoung realized with great difficulty that he was not one of them.

Fuck, when you straddled his lap and leaned down, not even Zeus and all of his squad would have been able to stop Doyoung from sliding his hands up your thighs and grab your waist.

"Will you leave me alone after this?" he whispered on your lips.

"Only if you leave me alone first."

"You came to me first."

"I don't think that's correct."

Doyoung's eyebrows furrowed at your words but he had no time to think about it at your command.

“Kiss me,” you managed to tell him before he pulled you down on his chest and promptly bit your lower lip. You whined once and cupped his face as his hands pressed you on himself.

It was weird. It was so weird.

His tongue playing with yours and his fingers caressing your naked body, you felt powerless. You were so small.

A weird sensation was engulfing your chest just like his scent and warmth tickled your senses.

It tasted like danger and it made your nerves shake.

The desire was so high that it made you dizzy but the terror was just as big as you felt his grip tighten on you.

You felt like any other man you bewitched before. Insane. At his mercy.

And you desperately didn’t want him to die.

"Wait!"

Doyoung stopped kissing your neck and looked up at your face.

"Is everything alright? Sorry if I-,"

"No, no, it's fine," you gulped, gently moving back until standing.

You tugged at his cloak, even more, covering yourself up to the chin.

"I'll borrow this if it's not an issue for you," you tried to smile a little. "I just remembered I need to go home. I’ll let you concentrate on your studies for now.”

"Wait- it’s not morning yet-," he blinked at you and stood up as well, but you were already running away on the little dirt path towards the tower.

__________

"Your game is so weak that you make girls run away now?"

"I didn't tell you this to get teased by you," Doyoung replied sternly but when Ten looked over he smiled seeing the other's amused expression.

"Perhaps she just wanted to seduce you and when you finally got seduced she got bored."

"Valid. But we could have at least finished." Doyoung sighed. "I'm afraid I scared her somehow."

The lake sounded calm in the colours of the dawn and Doyoung raised his gaze to look at the sky.

"I mean, I'd be scared to sleep with you too." Ten joked but Doyoung wasn't listening.

"There's something else,” the latter mumbled, almost to himself.

Ten went quiet and looked at the other's glowing profile.

"She felt so familiar as I held into her. Her scent and voice and her breathing. She was exactly like the girl I've been dreaming about."

Ten whistled. "You're projecting now?"

"Maybe she didn't want to be used as I thought about that dreamy girl," Doyoung murmured on his own. “I swear they felt the same though.”

Ten waved his palm in front of his brother's face but the other didn't flinch, eyes lifeless as he was lost in thoughts.

Then Ten shrugged.

"Go and find her. Ask to talk to her."

Doyoung finally came to his senses. "You want her father to kill me?"

“Go to sleep then.”

“What?”

Ten shrugged again. “Go to sleep and see if they’re the same person.”

“Don’t make fun of me.”

“I told you that you should come over our weird mystical meetings sometime.” He signed the words with air quotes. “You’d understand that dreams can be something more than mere night hallucinations.”

__________

Doyoung didn't look at the moon that night.

Instead, he went to sleep when it came out adorning the sky and he fell into the slumber with its image burned on his eyelids.

He felt an idiot but he hoped to see you.

Doyoung didn't believe in fate or higher forces but if his mind could somehow predict your arrival he wanted to find out how it worked. Theory, observation and conclusion.

It was a soft dream.

He was walking a flowery hill. The spectrally white blossoms were high to his hips and he gently let his hands caress their petals at his passage. The moon made them bright as if they were faes and all of them were directing him somewhere.

He knew you were there waiting for him before he could see you.

Timidly sat on the top of the hill, your white gown was looking even brighter than the moon itself. Your thighs were full-on display and for a moment Doyoung felt like he'd lived a moment like this in the past already.

He stopped and looked down around his feet where a small rabbit tilted its head to the side, staring at him with its big and glossy eyes. It was light brown and fluffy.

Doyoung chuckled once and crouched down. The little rabbit hopped into his arms and he carried it up until reaching your smiling face.

“I missed you,” he said as a greeting.

A small breeze made the flowers lean gently on the side and your gown inflated as you stood.

You took a little step towards him and placed one finger on his lower lip.

He let his gaze fall on it and kissed your fingertip. His skin was warm and soft.

Then he kissed the round sweet you made appear in your hand.

He chuckled feeling the honey already melting on his lips. He bit into it and you ate the half of it that was leftover.

“Why are you running away from me?” he whispered as the rabbit hopped off.

You were unsure if he spoke to it or you.

“I’m afraid.”

“What are you afraid of?”

“The unknown.”

Doyoung lifted one hand and cupped your face. You exhaled and closed your eyes.

“What’s the worst that could happen?” he asked.

“Falling in love with you.”

_________

“I’m glad you took some time off to see me, son.”

“Thank you for accepting the invitation, sir.”

The two men were slowly walking through the Tower’s gardens, full of roses bushes and soft grass.

“How are the studies going? Got some new information about the Moon?”

Doyoung inhaled, hands clasped together behind his back and tilted head.

“I do. And that’s why I’m here. I have some questions for you, sir.”

The Professor halted his movements and smiled under the thick eyebrows.

“What’s all that about?”

Doyoung started to walk again and the man followed him.

“I think I might be slightly insane but what if our theories both coexist? What if the moon is just a celestial object for some and a goddess for others, based on their beliefs?”

The man laughed. “Have you been to the meetings of that philosopher brother of yours lately?”

Doyoung smiled a bit at the teasing.

“I think you can be right,” the Professor then added with a different tone.

They both stopped again and Doyoung tried to read the expression in his eyes.

“We’re incredible beings. We’re creators. The divine in us wants to create things so badly. Art, science, food, babies.”

They both smiled again.

“Reality shifts according to what you believe in and you can create things out of nowhere.”

“But is that true if I created it? Isn’t it just fantasy?”

“And what exactly is reality in the first place?”

“Something you can see and touch. Something you can feel with all of your senses.”

“Air is reality. Can you see and touch it? Can you feel it with your tongue? No. But it’s here. We all agree on it.”

The astronomer smiled again. “It’s because we need different eyes to see it.”

“Just like you need different eyes to see Selene instead of a round disk in the sky,” the man replied.

Doyoung turned around and walked again in silence.

“Would Selene start to exist like flesh and bone in front of me if I started to believe in her?” he asked after a moment.

“Yes. And the moon would look like a piece of dirt to me if I had your beliefs instead.”

Doyoung sighed, shaking his head to the side as if trying to apologize.

“I don’t know why I started to think about all of these things.”

“You’re not the first man to get heartache for her, Doyoung.”

“I am not-” Doyoung blinked a few times, unable to go on.

“It’s actually,” he finally faced the old man, “it’s actually all about your daughter, sir,” his voice was feeble and his cheeks lightly dusted with the colour of roses.

The Professor opened his mouth for a moment but he was quick to close it as a little smile adorned his mouth instead.

His arm moved and Doyoung fought the urge to not run away. But the man had no ill intentions. Instead he fatherly cupped the other’s nape and laughed once.

“I do not have a daughter, my boy.”

__________

She’s cruel.

Doyoung could understand that. He was not stupid nor blind.

Swaying your hips around him, visiting him all nights, eyes full of him and basically begging him to touch you: only a fool would not take a hint.

Yet, you didn’t come to him anymore. You ran away instead of fully seducing him, breaking him, leaving him desperate.

Or was it the whole plan? Making him long for more until no other thought could have space in his mind?

Well, it was working.

But Doyoung was also the sole creator of his reality and his heart was still not acquainted with the truth of the moon being a goddess. And if he didn’t believe in you, you were not real. Just a fragment of his imagination, of his dreams.

Although your touch and your breath on his skin was something he could actually feel. And the thing blooming inside his heart was also something he could feel.

Slow feet to drag to his observatory he barely noticed the white gown abandoned on the lake’s shore. He had no intentions to look for you yet there you were again when he least tried hard to reach you.

The night was dark and the moon was but a mere semicircle in the middle of infinite stars.

And you were barely visible in the slow movement of the lake too, eyes closed and face up to bathe into the myriad of lights.

“I’ve never asked your name.”

His voice was low but it startled you. He was standing on the strand of sand, nude feet gently touched by the water at a slow rhythm.

Hands in his slacks pockets and head ever so slightly tilted to the side, he looked so confident to make your blood boil.

Your eyes ran over his thighs then up to his small waist. You imagined yourself wrapping it with your arms, pressing your face into the clean scent of his white flowy shirt, fingers drawing the most prominent veins on his forearms made bare by his hands that slowly unbuttoned the sleeves.

“You didn’t.”

You swam backwards, water hitting the swell of your breasts at each fluid movement as you put on a brave face.

He smiled and your breath vibrated but then you couldn’t see his face anymore, hidden by the fabric he took off.

His shirt fell near your gown and you looked at its trajectory before realizing what you had in front of you.

“What are you doing?” your voice was not brave anymore as you spoke and you gulped once.

“Taking a bath. I had a very long day,” he explained, amused eyes under his messy hair, hands already unbuttoning his pants.

You watched those too as they fell to his ankles before he could step out of them and when you raised your eyes again you inhaled sharply.

Doyoung didn’t comment on your inability to look at him but you could almost feel his smile burn the side of your face as you turned around, laying down on your back again and trying to calm your buzzing nerves.

The water did nothing to lull you as your guts physically felt each meter Doyoung swam towards you.

“I dreamt you a few nights ago,” he talked and his voice was nearer than you expected.

“Oh really. Was that nice?”

“You were there too, Selene."

You floundered with a gasp at that name on his lips but he was quick to wrap your body with his arms and keep you afloat. Your chest was expanding quickly and it stopped when you realized that it was pressed on Doyoung’s naked body.

"What are you talking about?" you tried to chuckle, palms on his chest as if trying to push him away but not actually wanting to do it.

“Look at me,” his voice was a whisper.

You breathed out and kept staring at his collarbones instead.

“A goddess would certainly have enough guts to look at a mere man’s eyes, wouldn’t she?”

His fingers delicately drew your jaw until lifting your chin up.

The look you exchanged was electrifying and your hands got buried in his shoulders’ muscles on their own.

“You certainly have a lot of guts for a mere man.”

“Is this why you’re running away from me? You’re not used to it? For your little pets to have guts?"

You scoffed once.

“I could- I could set you on fire if I wanted to.”

“You already do without trying,” he smiled.

“I could physically turn you on fire, you know?”

Doyoung hummed at your threats and tightened his hold on your hips even more until there was no more possible space between your bodies anymore.

“You’re physically turning me on fire,” he whispered near your ear. “Do you not feel it?”

"Doyoung," you whined, his skin rubbing on yours as you shifted.

"Selene," he replied.

"We should not do this."

"Do what?"

You exhaled frustrated and finally looked at his eyes.

"You should not try to sleep with the goddess of the moon if you want to be alive."

"And who's going to kill me?"

"The Fates." His lips curved up.

"I'm serious! It's going to kill you."

"But I can’t step back. I'm just a weak mortal bewitched by you."

"We both know that's not true. You don't care about me at all. Not--,” you gulped. “Not like I do."

He smiled a little.

"And that drives you insane, doesn’t it?" his breath caressed your earlobe as he whispered near it. "You hate being weak."

You closed your eyes with fluttering eyes as you felt his fingers caress your spine, from the base of your neck, down to your waist until reaching the softness of your ass.

"Why are you resisting me, let me in."

"You're just everything I was afraid of."

"Maybe it's time to stop and face your fears."

"There's no going back after this. You should run away now.”

"I don’t want to go back."

"You said it yourself. You’re but a mere man. A human!” you argued.

"And yet here you are, Selene herself melting in my arms."

You sighed in frustration. "Don’t get so cocky."

"You said that the worst thing that could happen is you falling in love with me. Is that really that bad?"

“The Fates will get to you, Doyoung? Do you not understand? You’ll be gone.”

“You said that you can put me to sleep more gently. Do that.”

“You’ll be gone!”

"I’ll find a way back to you."

"You’re so reckless for a scientist."

"Your influence on me is really bad.”

“You’re not taking this seriously at all.”

“Can’t be rational when all I can think about is how much I want to fuck you dizzy.”

You opened your mouth to reply something witty but you couldn't because with quick hands he took your arms and wrapped them around his neck. It was so quick that you were still in the middle of processing what just happened when with gentle fingers he directed your head closer to his face and pressed a sweet kiss on your lips.

You let yourself be cuddled by his homely scents as you slid your fingers through his soft hair. His hands were drawing light lines on your back and between his arms, you felt warm and safe. All your worries were suddenly gone and you couldn't feel any tiredness or anxiety in your muscles as Doyoung smoothed it all for you.

He eventually broke up the kiss and you were both slightly breathless as you looked at each other in the eyes. His gaze was intense and rough and you couldn't stop thinking about the way your body was pressing against his.

Your thoughts might have been written on your face because he smiled slightly and got his hands busy to slowly slide his fingers across your ass and thighs.

"I can stop if you want me to," he said, almost whispering.

"No, don’t stop,” you whispered back.

__________

“So, what are you? Like, immortal?”

His voice was a low buzz. Head resting on your stomach and arms wrapped around your body, you let your hand gently play with his hair.

The night was cold on the lake’s shore. His cloak felt soft under your naked bodies though and his mere presence made it impossible for you to feel any breeze.

You exhaled and shifted in his hold to be able to look at him. “Yes, but I can die too.”

“Well, you do have hot blood inside of your veins,” he smirked, lifting his head too, palming your body up until reaching your warm cheeks. You closed your eyes for a moment, gently rubbing your side of the face on his hand before opening them up and taking in the view of him between your legs.

“I told you how this is a curse, right?”

He hummed, going back to his previous position, hands wrapped around your thighs and slowly drawing diagrams on your skin.

“And it’s bullshit.”

“How is that-”

“Who the hell are the Fates and why do they have a say in your destiny?” He sounded angry.

“Also why are you even cursed?” he lifted his head to look at you and his furrowed eyebrows made you giggle.

“The Goddess of the Moon is not the same forever. We change every other aeon. I have been chosen this time and with it came the curse.”

Doyoung rolled his eyes so incredulously that you giggled again.

“My heart is flowing with jealousy. Of all I’ve ever wanted, my hands got only smoke,” you whispered and Doyoung blinked at your sudden change in tone.

“Hey,” he slithered upwards until placing his arms around your head.

You wrapped his body with yours and hid your face into the crook of his neck.

“It’s going to be so soon,” you whined.

“What?” he rolled over and pulled you towards his chest.

“The Judgement.”

Like a spell that summons darkness, the night sky suddenly got hidden.

You inhaled sharply and got up, away from his hold.

Doyoung’s eyes were wide, looking at your face then at the sky where no stars and moon were shining anymore.

“You have to run away,” your voice trembled.

“I will not do that,” he stood as well, hands trying to pull you closer again.

You took a few steps back, shaking your head as if afraid of him to touch you.

“Doyoung, are you perhaps a fool?” you almost screamed.

“Yeah, maybe I am.”

"You said that you wouldn't let me do this!" you cried out, face wet with tears, unable to get closer to him any further. “I thought you didn’t love me and you’d run away like the others!”

Doyoung was pale and with shaky hands trying hard to reach you. But you were the Moon, high up in the sky and so far away for him to touch.

“How can I not love you?” he whispered.

You brought a hand to your mouth, feet slowly leaving the shore, rising in your goddess glory. But there was nothing glorious at that moment as your body jolted with hiccups.

"It's alright, " he whispered. "Everything is fine. We can deal with this.”

"It's my fault. I've been a fool."

"No. No. Listen to me."

"I don't want to lose you…" your voice was tiny as he slowly descended on his knees, arms resting in his lap, eyes taking in the beauty of your light.

"Do it quickly. It's okay," Doyoung added.

You looked away.

"It's okay," he repeated. "I'll find a way to get to you. I promise."

"Stop, please, just stop. Why don’t you just go away?”

"If not in this life, in another one. This is but a mere fragment of our existence. My soul's eternal and it will always long for you. I'll come and find you. I can't let you go.”

"Doyoung-,"

"My love. Put me to sleep. It's not death.”

"It's worse than death!”

"I'll find a way. Trust me. We’re ending this to start again. I do not intend to run away like some coward in front of these Fates.”

"Doyoung," you whined again, the sight of the Fates darkening the hills beyond him making your eyes fill to the brim until you were unable to see.

He didn't look back. His eyes were on you all of the time.

His eyes have always been on you all of the time.

Your feet touched ground again and he smiled, his own eyes being two little night skies filled with little shiny stars.

His hair floated in the killing wind of the Fates approaching each step closer, yelling, screaming, shaking the ground.

Your trembling hands didn't look like your own as you cupped his face and kissed his lips desperately, the whispers of your love filling up his mouth. Until he inhaled deeply.

Until the darkness of the Fates passed above you with a deafening yell of a thousand birds. You wrapped his head with your arms, protecting him and he wrapped your torso with his.

"Go away!" you screamed towards the halo dancing around in the sky. It let out a frustrated cry and before you could realize it, it went away in a minute, leaving behind but buzzing silence.

You gulped feeling your throat raw, a little sparkle of hope still lingering in your chest.

But then you looked down at his face and a loud hiccup knocked all of your body.

Your kiss worked.

You held him in your arms and watched his peaceful expression dotted by your warm tears.

He was beautiful and eternally asleep.

__________

From “I will not vanish” with Haechan coming up in March

“How bizarre. Not dead yet not alive either.”

The voice startled Doyoung in the silence of the prison. It was warm and pleasant. Almost childish.

“Who talked?”

Doyoung walked the dark corridor slowly, eyebrows furrowed and eyes scanning every cell.

“I did.”

The voice sounded clearer with each step he took until he was sure it came from the farthest away room. It was darker and bigger than the others.

“Don’t be afraid. Come closer.” The voice was amused.

Doyoung stopped in front of it and blinked hard to see inside.

The creature inside of it giggled once and leaned forwards into the feeble light of Doyoung’s torch.

The latter flinched and took a step backwards.

Two round eyes looked at Doyoung from underneath fluffy hair. His lips were plush just like his cheeks. Yet Doyoung could tell he was not a child. The eyebrow scratch and sharp jawline that flinched as he smirked communicated infinite amounts of years.

“Donghyuck the demon?”

The young man rolled his eyes and scoffed.

“I’ve been terrorizing whole villages in their dreams, asking them to call me Haechan and no one is passing the message around? Donghyuck is such an old fashioned name now.”

Doyoung blinked at him, unable to crack a single word.

The demon snickered. “What did you expect to see, human? A wobbly indistinguishable mass with four voices talking all at once?”

“Yes,” Doyoung replied honestly.

“Those are the angels. Have you seen an angel? They have like seven arms and twelve eyes. Like, you’re an angel, right? With all those great powers. And what do you do? You appear to people with disgusting eyes around the belly button?”

Haechan leaned to the side on one elbow and imitated puking sounds.

“I had an unpleasant encounter with an Archangel.”

Haechan smiled at the other’s words and got up from the floor. Doyoung expected chains around his limbs but nothing was holding the demon back.

He walked slowly towards the edge of the cell and Doyoung noticed his bare feet and ankles. They looked like the ones of a prince not having worked one single day in his life.

“Archangels are smarter. They don’t look as good as me but they at least don’t scare away young girls. Who did you discuss with to leave you so desperate to come here? Also what the hell happened to you? An eternal sleepwalker?"

Haechan was mere centimetres away from Doyoung but the latter didn’t step back.

“Mark.”

The other hummed. “Archangel Mark. He’s still on that bullshit? Fate and all?”

“You’re a demon. You know everything.”

Haechan laughed. “Yeah.” He walked along the edge with hands behind his back before turning his face towards Doyoung again. “So he’s the reason why you chose me?”

"The enemy of my enemy is my friend."

"You think we're going to be friends?"

"Business partners."

Haechan licked his lower lip amused.

"What do you want?"

"Love."

Haechan snorted. "Okay, loser. And what are you offering me?" He lifted one eyebrow.

"Freedom."

__________

Haechan stared at the contract Doyoung handed him. It was a big heavy book and Haechan touched its cover.

And if she’s not my soulmate, I’d rather wander alone than touching someone else’s skin, I’d rather walk this earth with no hand to hold and lift me from the ground. And if I have to heal from it and accept the universe’s imposed call, I’d rather suffer from my eternally open wounds. I’ll fight the stars and let them burn me, I’ll let them laugh at my weakest state and I’d gladly make them erase my memory of ever existing in all of the infinite lives if I have to follow Fate.

Turning it over he read the words that appeared on the back after meeting you.

I’m walking through dark times But please come to me just once If I see you again, will I be able to hug you? With this body that’s frozen and about to break? Your eyes and your warm voice I long for it like crazy One day, give me your hand too, turn around and look at me Find me, just once I’ll wait so please come back*

Haechan let out a dry scoff and sighed, looking over the empty hills.

“Losers.”

*”Who waits for love” by SHINee

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The Criminal Psychology Majors, Jason Todd x Fem!Reader Part 22/?

Word Count: 1.8k

Author's Note: Y/N - Your name, A/N - Any name (Your best friend's name)

We're back, we're in full swing, we've hit like 50 followers, we've hit 500 notes. We're thriving.

Also! Fun fact but I can't actually watch Young Justice season 3 (and 4) or Titans :/ They're on DC Universe, which is only available in America. (If you can't catch on, I'm not from America lol)

Warnings: Swearing, Description of Injury, Kidnapping, Police/ Justice System, Manipulation attempts, Gaslighting, Violence, No beta bitch we die like Jason Todd.

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Part 7) (Part 8) (Part 9) (Part 10) (Part 11) (Part 12) (Part 13) (Part 14) (Part 15) (Part 16) (Part 17) (Part 18) (Part 19) (Part 20) (Part 21) (Part 22)

The days became longer and kept bothering Y/N. She was losing grip on reality. Aria would come in occasionally and feed her. Give her water. Let her use the bathroom. She was stuck. She wanted to knock off that stupid fucking bird plague doctor mask and, look her pathetic sister in her eyes. And let Aria know that she knew, she knew who it was.

But she was backed into a corner. And the mask was not going to come off anytime. Boy, oh boy, she wanted it to fall. She wanted it to slip so she could boot it into the walls she had become accustomed to. She wanted it to fall and shatter.

Aria came into the room like normal, to be greeted by Y/N not even looking her in the eyes.

"Come here, love," Aria said.

"Go to Hell."

"I need to use you for a "Proof of Life" video. So I can use you for ransom. Come here."

"No."

"Come here. Now," Aria said, voice getting more hoarse and pissed off with Y/N and her actions.

"No."

"Come. Here. Now!" She screeched.

"No!"

She felt Aria's claws grab her wrists and dig in, she could feel the blood seeping through the claws from her wrists. Aria pushed her into the wall, still gripping her wrists and letting the blood flow down Y/N's arms.

"Listen here, you fucking bitch," Aria said, dropping her voice a few octaves, to seem intimidating. "I want that money. If you don't cooperate, I'll kill you."

Y/N whimpered but spat at her sister, "You'll fucking die trying."

Aria wrestled Y/N into her seat and handcuffed her to it. She then set up the video camera.

"And, recording. Talk."

"I fucking hate you."

"You should."

"Go to fucking Hell."

"The date is February 14th. Here," she shoved a newspaper into the view of the camera, Y/N didn't even notice Aria bring it in. She saw the article on the back of her kidnapping. She knew people were still talking.

"Here is the date. On a newspaper. This video will be released today. If I don't get the money within a week, I'll kill her. Along with the Waynes."

Y/N gulped. This just got so much more real than she was expecting.

Aria left the room, with Y/N still handcuffed to the chair. She took in the room she had become used to. She had spent a week in captivity, expecting the vigilantes of Gotham to come and get them, but they didn't. She was confused as to why-

Wait a damn minute, she thought. Are you- Wait- Wait- Wait- Wait. Oh my god? The family is in captivity, the vigilantes haven't come for us yet, are- she paused. Are they the vigilantes? There's no way, they can't be- Can they? They can- Can't they, huh? Fuck. We're- We're not getting out anytime soon. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

This is a God damn pickle we've gotten into. Aria must know what I think, the family- she paused, almost as if she didn't believe what she was thinking. That they're the Gotham vigilantes. She must- Fuck!

I don't care that they didn't tell me- she thought like someone could read her thoughts. She figured that someone might be able to. She knew that Martian Manhunter had those abilities. she figured that Miss Martian, who she didn't see often, likely shared those abilities.

I care that we might be fucked.

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Before she knew it, that exact day, she figured, February 14th? The door was broken down by Superman. This just put the pieces together more for Y/N. Her assumptions about the Waynes being the Gotham vigilantes were just seeming more likely as time went on.

Superman uncuffed her and she thanked him before running out to where Aria was being arrested by the Gotham police. But she didn't stop, and she knocked off Aria's mask.

"Oh, hi Y/N," Aria said, nonchalantly.

"Oh, hi Y/N," Y/N mocked. "You fucking bitch!" she yelled and pushed Aria, while the police tried to detain her. She struggled and tried to attack Aria further, "Let go! I know her power of attorney is going to be her sister-"

"How do you know that?" Commissioner Gordon asked.

"Because her sister is me!" She yelled when she finally broke away from the police, trying to get closer to Aria, before Commissioner Gordon stopped her, grabbing her arms and squeezing lightly. She stared at him, dead-faced. No emotions were there, other than anger, raw, seething anger.

Aria laughed, "Oops. I guess the jig is up."

Y/N was seething, she didn't even notice the JLA and the rest of the Waynes were behind her. She was still struggling to get towards Aria, yelling and just making noise.

She was making a scene, but she didn't care. She felt betrayed.

"You fucking bitch. You absolutely pathetic piece of shit."

"Keep yelling at me, Y/N. Mom and Dad will be disappointed in you. They always are, aren't they?"

Y/N turned to Commissioner Gordon, who was still holding her in place, "You either get her out of my fucking face in 5 seconds or I'm going to hurt her. That's not a threat," she turned to Aria, "That's a fucking promise."

"We might have to detain you at this rate, Y/N."

"And I would understand that, but I'm going to hurt her."

"Ma'am, calm down." Commissioner Gordon said before waving his hand and the other police took Aria into the back of a police car. "I'm going to have to arrest you," he said, trying to show sympathy for the pain that Y/N was in.

"Then do it already," Y/N mumbled, eyes still locked on the police car her sister was in.

"Gordon?" Jason called, "I swear, I've never seen this much anger in her. I'm sure you can send her home with us."

"You better be right about that, Jason."

"I really think I am right."

Gordon looked at Y/N, which she caught in the corner of her eye. She could tell he was upset about this, he was trying to get to her, to get her to understand her anger was okay, but beating her sister wasn't.

And then Aria waved as they drove her to the station.

But she wasn't even paying attention and before she knew it, she was in Jason's arms. He was holding her while talking to the police about the attack. He had his hands wrapped around her waist while he was behind her, maximizing the ability he had to stop her should she run.

He knew what he was doing, and it was working to calm her slightly, to the point where the police were able to talk to her about her experience with the attacker they knew as Hour, or as Arianna (Last name).

Once they were done with questioning her, they spoke more to Jason, who still had her in his grasp.

She surveyed the area and noticed that Bruce was talking to Superman.

The pieces were all falling into place. She knew he had to be Batman at that moment.

And she wanted in on it.

The hopelessness she felt when Aria had her kidnapped was astronomical. She wanted to make sure no one ever felt that way again, not if she could help it. She wanted in on it all.

She thought back to Jason's stab wound, the scar still fresh. She knew it wasn't a mugging. It had to be him saving the city from peril. She realized how dumb she was for buying into that lie, but she wasn't mad at anyone in her vicinity.

She was mad- pissed- so far beyond angry at Aria.

She didn't know she could be so angry. She didn't know she had it in her to be so angry at Aria. But she was. She was so unbelievably pissed. Any mention of her name sent Y/N into seething anger, and Jason could feel her heart race in her body.

She wasn't paying attention to words anymore. She just wanted to get out of there, to go home. To her home, not Jason's. She didn't feel safe in the Wayne Manor anymore.

No one could blame her when she told the police to drive her to her house, not the Wayne Manor. Jason just hugged her and asked when he could see her next. She told him in the morning. "Or," she added, "At 3 in the morning. I don't care. Just leave me alone right now."

Everyone understood. They didn't have their own sister kidnap them after all.

She got to her house and got inside, A/N immediately trying to flag her down to talk to her, but she just put up a hand and waved her off. Slinking to her room without a second thought and locking the door.

She didn't want to talk about it. The thoughts about her sister racing through her mind. The thoughts about how her boyfriend was a vigilante. How was she going to bring this up? How was she going to tell him that she knew? That she wanted in on the act? That she wanted to fight alongside him- and his family?

Before she knew it, and like clockwork, it was 3 in the morning. And Jason was knocking on her window. She assumed that he had tried to let himself into her room, but to no avail since she hadn't unlocked the door.

She went over to her window and unlocked it. She lifted it and Jason crawled in.

"I have a front door," she said.

"You didn't answer when I tried to knock on your door," he joked. "How are you holding up?"

"As well as anyone can in my situation."

"Well, everyone wishes you came home with us, so we could watch you on your first night away from-"

"From my sister?"

"I was going to say from captivity."

"So, my sister."

"Yeah, that."

"Uh-huh."

"So, anyway," Jason said, trying to get Y/N's mind off of Aria. "Did you sleep when you got here?" he asked.

"No. I was busy."

"Doing what?"

"Lost in thought. There's a lot of thoughts, not enough brain," she joked. "You probably get that part."

"I do-"

"When were you going to tell me?" she but in.

"Tell you what?" he questioned, confused.

"That you're one of the vigilantes," she answered, studying his face. He seemed taken aback by the statement and tried to avert her gaze. Oh yeah, he knows what I'm on about, she thought.

"I-"

"You know what I'm on about, Jay. You know I know so don't lie anymore."

"Y/N-"

"No. You know I know. I know you know. Don't lie anymore. I'm not even ad at the lies, you're trying to keep me safe, obviously."

"Oh."

"The truth is, babe, I want in."

"What!?"

(Oh my god? Are we going to get Red Hood action? (The answer is yes, in due time)

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