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peace-for-levi · 8 months

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{when you need me...}

who would i be if i didn't project my mental health onto 2D characters/reader and not write about it? i see so many fics of reader being worried for nanami while he's out in shibuya and… we all know what happens there.

content warning: detailed descriptions of anxiety, reader refers to themselves as 'wife' (reader thinks they are a bad wife) and the use of 'she'. it's otherwise in the 2nd person perspective. negative self-talk/beliefs. use of pet names. nanami being the bestest husband. i miiiiight have made him OOC and overindulged on how soft i made him BUT ITS OK YOU GOTTA BE A DELULU IN THIS ECONOMY.

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No, you were not going to call him. Absolutely not! Or text him either, for that matter.

The anxiety had been bubbling away all day inside your head like billowing storm clouds. You were grateful work kept you occupied, but once you arrived home, you trudged to your bedroom. You didn't even change out of your work attire.

You knew the source of all this, too.

Nanami came home injured while you were out dealing with another curse of your own. Thankfully, he had dealt with the bleeding himself and got checked out by Shoko. But to see him come so depleted of energy – dark shadows hanging under his eyes like bats, shoulders heavy – left you extremely unsettled. You were already an anxious mess, and now there are talks of a special-grade 'patchwork' curse. Not to mention the two unregistered cursed spirits that Gojo encountered.

What was going on in the world?

Now, he had been called out to the school again. After being badly injured, no less!

What if he was asked to fight the patch-work curse again? Was that curse able to perform Domain Expansions? Your husband never reached that height of jujutsu…

Would he… make it home okay?

You worked a "normal" job, not being employed at as a teacher at the highschool. As a grade one sorcerer, though, you were sometimes called in on particularly difficult and awkward missions. Your figured your problems with anxiety in the past would slowly fizzle away if you quit working at that highschool; after all, they couldn't make you exorcise and hunt down curses as often if you didn't work there. In your naivety, you assumed that'd be the end to your worries. But they only persisted and got worse the longer your husband of four years continued to work there as a teacher.

You couldn't resent him for it, and you knew he found greater fulfillment in being a teacher than adhereing to the laborious life of a salaryman.

But, maybe… your selfish thoughts got the better of you when you wished he could work a more "normal" job like you… If he worked a job where his safety was guaranteed…

How could you say such a thing? What kind of wife says that?!

Your hand collides against your forehead, releasing a (poorly contained) groan. Your teeth continued to chatter.

Now, I'm a bad wife on top of everything else…

Gruesome images flood your mind's eye. It's obsessive, relentless. After all, you have to prepare for the worst to come, right…? That's what you always do.

If you were by his side, would that make you feel any more relieved? Just by seeing him? But like a jolt, any solution you try come up with is met with more disturbing imagery. It was so vivid, it is as if you were there.

All that gore and worry conjured up in your cursed, anxious little head. The redness – so much red – of your imagery. It seeps and spreads along the ground at a terrifying rate, the image of someone – Kento – bleeding out. No one is there to help him.

You are.

You aren't gifted like Shoko, though.

There is no amount of horror – be it from forms of media or the wicked imagination – that can prepare a person for seeing the life ebb from another; the hopelessness, the tearing at the soul that is the departing of the other. As your loved one leaves this earth.

You're anxious, you're spiralling… You just wanted him to be okay. You wanted him to confirm with you he was okay. But you disturb him enough already with your texts and calls during missions.

Of course, in reality, if you hailed for Kento, he'd drop everything to be with you. He always has.

You didn't realize your thumb was hovering above the 'send' button. Through bleary eyes, you can see a hastily constructed text. Loaded with typos and errors. You're hardly able to read it though. Thumbs fidgting, you toss the phone.

You knew, logically, that he would want to help. He always has helped. But god, maybe you wanted to be big girl for once and try deal with it without him? Maybe be a good wife who doesn't send him a barage of texts when she's anxious?

Anxiety is the leak in your boat. You have to find a way to patch that hole or you'll drown.

But how can you when your worries revolve around your husband's safety?

You try cling to the logic that he has never refused you, made you feel stupid or invalidated you. Ever. But why would you cling to logic when the voice of your anxiety echoes through megaphone at you.

Of course, you're a distraction. Of course, you're a nuisance.

You hadn't even done a single chore to help around the house today. Some wife you were…

Kento would tell you that these thoughts you have are ridiculous. But you couldn't help it. You felt like you were holding him back from everything he deserved – you were so blessed to have a husband like him. You counted your lucky stars to be with him, but you ultimately felt like you didn't deserve him.

But Kento wasn't here now. So all you had was your mind to bully you.

The thoughts come as an electrical storm in your brain that, quite honestly, are painful. It's different from a headache and it feels the same as intense sorrow. It's uneven breaths as you claw at your chest, and it feels like you're suffocating; all the oxygen has been sucked out of the room. It's sobbing to the point of staining your shirt. The intense images come at you with cursed intent. Like being hooked up to a cattle fence - not enough voltage to kill but sufficient to keep things uncomfortable, paralysed with fear and unmoving. And you couldn't, for the life of you, talk yourself out of the spiral.

It wasn't as if you didn't want Kento to be there. You were just denying yourself of his presence. You thought you were being brave, you thought—

Ping!

You lower your hands from your eyes. You gaze at the phone, blinking owlishy, before picking it up.

You let out a groan. In anxiously twiddling your thumbs by your screen, you had sent the (questionable-looking) text.

You don't even have time to berate yourself, for your ringtone begins to chime.

"[F/n], honey. I don't quite understand your text," he greets. He goes back to doing what he was doing – it sounded like he was tidying something away. "Principal Yaga has us staying behind at the school to–"

He stops.

He immediately stops upon hearing you whimper over the phone.

"Sweetheart?"

You mumble, "I-I– Um, N-Nanami, I–"

What if he loses his patience today? Will this be the straw that breaks the camel's back?

You can hear him shuffling over the phone. "Talk to me, what is it? Are you hurt?"

You don't want him to leave work on your account. Damn, your thumbs! If only it stayed as an unsent draft.

You panicked. "I-I'm fine! I think I just–"

You hear him sigh. "You're a terrible liar… You're not fine." A pause. "I'm coming home."

"No, Kento, please–!"

The call ends there. Your fingers seize up and your phone falls to the bed. Your wrists bash off your head, hitting yourself. Stupid, stupid, stupid…

Ping!

Be safe. I'll be there in fifteen.

Your heart sinks, especially knowing that he'd probably break several road safety laws to get back to you as soon as possible.

Another notification arrives swiftly after that.

I love you. You'll be fine.

The fifteen minutes drag by so slowly. You're still rooted at the side of your bed. Not having changed, started laundry, started making dinner. You shake your head. It's frightful how automatically you chastise yourself for anything and everything. Once you hear the click of the door, you shudder and cower, waiting for him to come into your shared bedroom to berate you.

Your eyes are clamped shut still, even when you feel his calloused thumb rub at your knee.

"Oh, sweetheart…" he says, and when he speaks it's so soft. Soft like he'd holding fine china.

He's careful to not press your boundaries too much, not wanting to hold you tighter. But he doesn't sense any resistance right now. You let him hold you.

He holds you like you are the most precious and loveliest thing in his world.

(You are.)

As if you weren't crying enough already, his touch makes you crumble more.

"What has you so anxious, [F/n]?" he asks, rubbing your arms up and down. He pulls away briefly to ask, "May I sit?"

You nod and he sets himself down. You overwhelmed by his love. You always have been. He always spoils you with his soft, passionate touch and his gentle words. You sniffle and it takes every ounce of self control to not explode into a heaving, babbling mess (more than what you currently were.) You continue to sob into his arms.

"Shhh, shhh. You're alright, you're going to be just fine, sweetheart. But in order to be okay, you're going to have to stop holding your breath like that."

You hadn't even realized. You always had been an open book to him.

Breathe, breathe, breathe…

Your thoughts were so out of control, you were in a terrible cycle of either hyperventilating, or holding your breath. You shake your head, trying to break free. He doesn't let go entirely, but he loosens his grip. His hands hold yours, breathing deeply, as if trying to do it for you. You continue to resist, fighting his hold more as you take agonizing breaths.

"Let me hold you. Let me make things better. Let me stay."

You sob harder, knowing that once again he'll be picking up the pieces. Your pieces.

"What has you so worked up?" he asks, in between practiced, deep breaths.

Before you even have a chance to say anything, he whispers softly against your temple, "I love you. So, please, let me in."

And you let everything out.

He holds you close again once each and every worry comes out. He rocks you slowly back and forth, he plants the odd kiss to your dewy temple. He listens to you intently, taking in everything you say and more. He has heard these worries countless times before, and he listens to them as if these are being revealed to him for the first time. He gently 'shhhh's against your brow when you start to hiccup and unravel more.

As your husband, he wants to be able to promise you his safert; he wants to promise he'll come home in one piece.

But he can't do that. Because he doesn't know how any of this will play out.

So he hugs you, impossibly tighter.

"What can I do to help? Tell me what I can do to make it all okay…"

You want to be a good wife; you don't share the selfish thoughts you have, of wanting him to work at a normal job again. Even when he hated it, even when it left him feeling so drained.

So you say nothing and you let your little lie spread its wings.

You calm down in his arms, holding you until your limbs feel heavy. He continues to soothe you as best as possible. His voice was so achingly gentle, rubbing circles into your hips. It has your heart shattering into pieces.

Mindlessly, you mumble under your breath. "I just want you to be okay…" you admit.

He averts his gaze helplessly, because knows he can't promise you that. He relaxes and lays down on the bed, taking you with him. You undo the top button of his shirt.

He smiles sadly. It's the one thing he can't promise.

And though he'll never let you know, he feels like he fails in this duties as a husband.

But sometimes, he knows he's at least doing something right when he helps calm you down from such a state that you end up dozing off in his arms. He holds you til his arms limp and heavy.

In this blood-stained, fleeting life, he'll walk with you to the ends of this earth.

Even if he must depart early.

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punishereditz · 1 year

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Black Blue And Bloodily

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Pairing: Frank Castle x F!Nurse!reader

Warnings: 18 plus only! Minors DNI! DO NOT COPY! Smut. A little bit of blood. Mentions of violence. Praise kink. Praise kink. Strong praise kink. Edging. Overstimulation. Fingering. Breeding kink. Frank being needy. Dirty talk.

AN: This is so much longer than I planned. I promise it gets better. This took me two days to write but it was so worth it.

Summary: Your use to hearing 'Pete' stumbling around next door, but today is different. Today you find him almost dead at your doorstep. Right when you think things couldn't get any more interesting, it does...

You huff frustratedly as your keys drop to the floor from trying to get your door open. Your hands full with grocery bags. You look across the hall to see that Pete's door is open. You don't think much of it, shrugging it off. You finally get your door open. Going straight to your kitchen to sit the bags down on the counter. Starting to put everything away.

Once that is all done. You flop down face first on the couch. Sighing in relief of being off of your feet after standing on them for over 12 hours straight with no break.

Your eyes get heavy as the sleepiness starts to wash over you. Somethings off. Your eyes open at the sound of silence. This is weird. Normally when you get off of your night shift, you always hear some type of commotion coming from across the hall. But your greeted with dead silence. It's so quiet that you could hear a fly in the room. You never know what the man is doing. Rather it's long hours and he gets in at the same time as you, or he is bringing woman home. There is always some type of noise. Now there is nothing. You remember that his door was open when you got home. You can't help but start to worry.

You try to brush it off. It's none of your business. You try to go to sleep. Not even worrying about changing or walking down to your room. But the worry keeps you from drifting into sleep you want oh so badly. There's this feeling building in your gut that something is wrong. It's your 'nurse' instinct. Like a power that comes with your job to know when something is even the slightest bit off.

You stand from the couch. Rubbing your eyes. You hear a bang at your door. Your instantly on high alert. Running to your door. When you open the door and look down at your feet. You're greeted with the sight of Pete passed out, covered head to toe in blood. You drop to your knees. Placing his head in your lap. You place your fingers over his pulse. Luckily his heart is beating, but it's not beating fast.

You stand. Grabbing the under of his arms and dragging him into your apartment. You struggle. Swearing the man is made of stone. You somehow get him on your couch.

"Shit," You mumble under your breath to yourself. You quickly start searching his body. Cutting his clothes off. Looking at what injures he has. You try to stop the questions from running through your mind. You have never seen the man without bruises, now he is barely holding onto life on your couch. It makes you wonder what else there is to him.

You somehow manage to sort everything out with work. Making sure to stay home in case he wakes up.

You sit at your table looking over some documents. Doing what work you can at home. You notice Frank moving around. Seeing his eyes start to flicker open and his face growing confused with the different surroundings. You quickly move over to him. Putting on a pair of gloves. His eyes meet yours. Looking at you perplexed.

He tries to raise up, but you put a hand to his chest pushing him back down. "Slow your role. You need to rest. No moving around, okay?" His face softens hearing your nurturing voice and he rests his head against his shoulder. He has no idea what happened. He's not sure if he is even alive right now, he swears he has been met with an angel.

"What happened?" He mumbles.

"You were passed out at my door." You explain. Not looking at his eyes that are glued on you. You stay focused on what you're doing of taking care of him.

You finish. Silence growing in between the two of you as you lean back. Sitting at the edge of the coffee table in front of him.

"Why did you help me?" His voice is groggy and low. His eyes have been searching yours since he woke. Like he is compelled by you. In a trance. All his attention on you.

"Why would you say that? I wasn't going to leave you for dead. It's my nature to help." He smally smiles up at you. His hand dangling from the couch. Coming up to rest on your knee.

"You a doctor?"

"ER Nurse." You correct him.

"Do you mind explaining to me why every time I see you, you are black blue and bloodily?" Your curiosity gets the best of you, and you ask the question you're dying to have an answer to.

He hesitates, but he tells you everything. Explaining that his name isn't Pete, but his name is Frank Castle. That he is the punisher, and that he pissed off the wrong people and got out number by about 50 men. He explained a little bit of his past as to how he got here. Only telling what you need to know. Not getting into detail, and you respect that.

Throughout the day, you go about your work. Checking on him every hour. Talking to him when he is awake. Making sure he doesn't do too much. He tells you how he is fine and how he appreciates it, but he doesn't need the help and that he wants to go back to his apartment.

You stand your ground, telling him that he cannot leave until he is well. His injures are to serve for him to just stand back up and walk away. He is hurt enough that he needs to rest for the next three days at least. You two have gone back and forth. You winning the argument every time.

The next four days pass with ease. But you notice that Frank has something on his mind. Like he wants to say something but not saying it. He is hard to read. So, you don't know.

You sigh angrily. One cut on his ribs being stubborn and not wanting to heal right. And of course, it's the biggest cut on him. "This cut... it's not wanting to heal like the others." You say more to yourself then him.

You look when he doesn't respond. Seeing that his eyes are already on you. Your heart skips a beat at his dark eyes boarded on you. He runs his tongue over his bottom lip. His lips parted but no words coming out.

"Why doesn't it bother you?" He asks the question he has had on his mind for the past five days.

"I'm a nurse. Remember? I see a lot of things every day." You explain but he shakes his head confusing you.

"No, no, I mean... when I told what I had done. You... didn't seem bothered. I've done terrible things. Awful things and you treat me so... nicely. Why?" He stutters. His hand resting on your knee like every day when you sit in front of him.

"You only kill men, correct?" He nods in response. Watching you carefully, reading you very closely to see if he can find something else that might be there.

"Okay then." You shrug. He looks at you confused.

"That doesn't bother you? What I've done?"

"Well, did they deserve it? Were they terrible men?" He only nods.

You don't say anything. Neither does he. You only look into his eyes. Thinking about how he has you running in circles. The past five days his gaze and cocky remarks have made you flustered. You slap yourself every time he gets to you, trying to pull yourself together. But he seems to pull you back in.

You go to stand, but his hold on your knee stops you. You look at him confused. Seeing his Adams apple bob, his lips parted, and his eyes looking over your body at your scrubs that you're wearing because you had to make a trip to the hospital to sort out a few things early.

His hand moves from your knee up to your lower thigh. Your heart skipping a beat and your breath catching. His touch on your skin smoothing but his eyes say something else as he watches his hand exploring your leg. His gaze lustful on you. His hands keep moving up until he is holding your hip. Lightly squeezing it.

You know you shouldn't. You shouldn't want to kiss him. Your taking care of him. It feels like you're on work hours. Doing this, doing more would feel like breaking the rules. But the heat growing is speaking louder than your thoughts. Your body is talking for you, and you don't like it. Yet, at the same time, it almost feels good to be doing something on the edge. But before you can make any sort of a move, he's doing it for you. Beating you to it. His other hand pulling you down so that he can capture your lips in his.

It surprises you. The sudden move by him. But you quickly relax under his touch. Leaning into the kiss. Your shocked at how soft his lips are. At how gently his hold is. How ruff he is, his whole body scarred, yet his lips are so soft on yours. All the things he's done, his hands are so gently on you. He holds you as if you are a fragile glass piece that could break.

You cup his face. Kissing him softly. You pull away. Your breath heavy. You look at his eyes to him already looking at you, then down to his lips. Seeing how they are pinker and plumber now from where he has kissed you. You know you already pushed it too far. That there is no turning back. So, you kiss him again. This time more needy and not as slowly as before.

He runs his tongue over your bottom lip, and he opens his mouth a little more, letting you slip your tongue in. He moves his hand from the side of your neck to your hip. Holding both of your sides now. He puts you on his lap with ease.

"Frank..." You moan into his mouth. He hums into your lips as a response. He doesn't pull away until you do. "This isn't right. Your hurt. We, we can't do this." You try to control your breathing. Watching him study you.

"It's just a little cut." He tries to kiss you again, but you pull away. You can't believe yourself for allowing yourself to do this. You know better than this. Yes, you want it, but you should have just controlled yourself and not let those stupid beautiful eyes get to you.

"Your hurt. Oh my God..." You mumble. Trying to stand up but he keeps you in place on his lap. His lips coming to yours in hope to stop your nerves.

"Hey, hey, listen to me. I'm alright. Think you can stop nursing for second, huh?" His reassuring words are teasing. Making you laugh. You think about it. At a war with yourself.

"I'm not hurt. Please... you have no idea how long I've wanted this." He tells you after you don't say anything. He brings his lips up to hover over yours. Desperation in his eyes. In his body language as he moves closer to you.

You kiss him. Dragging it out. Keeping his lips on yours. Wanting to never lose the feeling of his kiss. You pull away, "If you start hurting. Even a little bit. We stop. Do you understand? I'll only do this if you promise you'll tell me if you're in pain." Your voice is firm.

"I promise." He kisses you. But instead of kissing your lips, he kisses your neck. Gently placing kisses on you. He stops at your jawline. Starting to suck on the skin. He pulls at your shirt, desperate to see more. Touch more.

You pull away long enough to pull it over your head. Your black laced bra revealed to him. He groans at the sight of you. His cock fully hard now. His hands move up your sides to your back. Unhooking the garment and throwing it to the side. His hands coming up to your breast and his mouth back to your lips. He leans up with you. Sitting up straight against the couch. His hard cock pressed to your clothed pussy. You both moan into each other's mouth. His hands coming up to your pants. Tugging at them. You stand in front of him for him to pull them down. He makes quick work at his pants. Pulling them down, you help. Getting them completely off.

You can't hold back the gasp when you see his size. Seeing how big he is. He pulls you back on his lap. Spraddling your legs around him. Without a word, he has his fingers in-between your folds. His finger quickly finding that sensitive bud. You brace yourself. One hand on his chest and the other on the couch. You can't hold back the moans that escape from your lips.

"Attagirl. So wet," He coos in your ear. Praising you. His finger moving down to your entrance. He pushes one finger in. Watching your face pinch together in pleasure. He keeps pushing until his whole finger is in. He adds another. His two fingers starting to curl and pump in you. You moan his name. Trying to grind your hips into his movement but he holds you still.

He uses his thumb to make circles around your clit. Adding just a little bit of pressure. His fingers curling just right. Between his fingers fucking you and his thumb on your clit, your overwhelmed with pleasure. Never feeling this good.

"That feel goods... doesn't it? My pretty girl." He says just as if he just read your mind. As your climax builds. Seconds away from coming. He stops. Pulling his fingers out and bringing them to his mouth. Sucking your wetness off of his fingers.

"Are you okay?" You ask him with concern in your tone. He laughs at you. Kissing your lips. "Never felt better." He lines his cock up with your entrance. You lower yourself down on him. Taking every inch of him. Slowly filling you up.

He bottoms out. Taking all of his cock. You pull up. Moaning, you move your hips back down. Starting to move on his cock. "Attagirl. Just like that. That's it. Take your time. Uh, fuck, uh, you're doing so good." He holds your lower back. One hand coming up to get a handful of your hair.

His words do something to you. You somehow get wetter. His words playing over in your head. You start to go a little faster. Swirling your hips. He groans. Holding you tighter. He looks down. Watching his cock going in and out of you. He groans again.

Using all his strength to let you do it. Fighting the urge to move your hips with his hands and thrust up into you. Fighting the urge to grab you and flip you over so that he is on top fucking you deeper. He controls himself.

"Frank." You moan his name. Kissing him. Your hands rubbing his abs. Your movement on his cock almost teasing. Your lips moving to kiss his jaw. He moves one hand to hold your side. The other on your throat. Lightly squeezing. He can't take it anymore. He wraps his arm around your waist. Flipping you under him. Laying you on the couch. He holds your legs up to wrap around his waist. Pounding into you. His hips thrusting into yours. The new angle, the sudden change of him taking control makes you moan loudly.

"Uh, goddamn. Uh, sweetheart, you feel so good. Such a good girl." He groans into your neck. His thrusts starting to get sloppy as he starts to get closer to coming undone.

His cock twitches. Hitting that spot in you, making you cum. Moaning his name as your climax crashes over you. Your body tensing and your nails dragging down his back. Your climax, his name on your lips, and your nails in his back sends him into his. Thrusting into you harshly, he fills your pussy up with his come. Moaning your name. Your back arched off the couch, your breasts pressed against his bare chest.

He slows down. Stopping, he lays over you. Shifting his weight so he doesn't crush you. He kisses your salty skin. His hand rubbing your side. Coming up and lacing his fingers in yours. You go to get up to clean, but he doesn't budge. He doesn't let you get up.

"Can we just stay like this? Just for a little bit longer?" He mumbles against your chest. You can't help but laugh. Melting in his hold. Using your free hand to play with his wild hair. You kiss his forehead. Continuing to play with his hair. He purrs against you. Leaning into you. He closes his eyes, and your smile grows. Holding him close to you.

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teenage-mutant-ninja-freak · 11 months

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Ok, so I just wanna say I love your Mob! Turtles headcannons! They're awesome. I also had a request if you're taking any at this time. I was wondering if you could do some HCs of the Mob! Turtles coming home one day injured and their S/O bandaging them up while scolding them for not being careful. You can decide what happens, but I would love to read what you come up with. Bonus points if it ends up *steamy* if you know what I mean.

Ok I love this idea, thank you for asking for a mob! turtles one, I adore those boys so much

Mob! Leo

"How could you be so reckless?" It's almost a hiss

"I knew I could take him, and I did..." but that last part was more of a whisper

Leo is carefully patting at your raw and bleeding knuckles with a cotton ball soaked in antibacterial while bandages sit on the table next to him.

you're sat in a chair at the kitchen table and he's crouched on the ground in front of you, so pissed he's not making eye contact

sometimes he'll turn your arm and see a new bruise/cut and shake his head in rage

"It could have ended so much worse than it did" his voice is strained, you're not sure if it's with concern or anger or a mix of both

you take his chin in your hand and force him to look up at you

"Baby, he had it coming. I'm your's, remember? He didn't seem to deterred even though he knew that."

Something in his eyes softens. He loves being reminded that he owns you and you own him

once the bandage is securely tied around your arm there's a different look in his eye

he stands, looking down at you

"Get on your knees and show me how sorry you are"

you gladly comply

Mob! Raph

"pissed" doesn't even begin to cover it

he dragged you out of that bar fight, even though you were winning, flashing his gun at the prick who was trying to follow you out

when you get in the car you're in for it

the second the doors close, he explodes at you

"Out of all the stupid shit you've done, this really is the fucking dumbest! A bar fight? Really, y/n?? Hey, how about next time we-" he notices blood dripping down your arm and stops.

a broken bottle has slashed at your upper arm, it probably needed stitches.

Raph keeps a first aid box in the glove compartment and whips it out to staunch the bleeding and wrap your arm in a bandage

he doesn't say anything

"come on, you know I hate the silent treatment. At least yell at me or something?"

He shakes his head

you get a new idea

"well, this top is ruined so I guess I better take it off"

before he can say a word you've slipped off your t-shirt and thrown it in the back, your chest exposed

Raph looks away but it's clear what's on his mind

you place a hand on his knee "let me make it up to you?" you say with puppy dog eyes

Raph growls before pulling you onto his lap

thank god for tinted windows you guess.

Mob! Mikey

When you get home there's no hiding that you've been in a fight

and when Mikey sees you he's frozen between "do I go out and shoot whoever did this?" and "do I bandage them up first?"

he decides on the latter

the entire time he's patching you up he's talking almost to himself

muttering "you go for the eyes" and "make 'em fucking pay for even looking at you"

he's almost shaking with rage

there's something animalistic about it that really does it for you

when he's done, he looks you right in the eyes

he says one simple cammand

"Never again"

and you know he means it

"I'm sorry" you reply

He tilts your head up a kisses you deeply

Mob! Donnie

oh you're in for it

"Are you fucking stupid? Have you lost your goddamn fucking mind?!"

he's cussing you out but you know he's just scared he could have lost you

a bar fight with 3 big ass dudes could have ended badly for you and it almost did

he's still wrapping up your arm very carefully, he did train to be a doctor after all.

"I ought to keep you in a cage, in fact, I might. One more fucking incident like this and I'm chaining you to a wall in my room!"

"That's....Kind of hot, honestly, Donnie..." you smirk.

He looks up at you

"Let me show you how I keep what is mine"

Grabbing you by the wrist he pulls your up and throws you over his shoulder

the next morning you can hardly walk but, honestly, it was kind of worth it

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pairing : sirius black x fem!reader

synopsis : twelve years after the first war had come to a close, an ex lover shows up at your door, bloody & in need of your help. not knowing what else to do, you agree to help him. but only for tonight. after that, you’ll go back to being strangers.

a/n : WOO my first post on this account ! i apologize for this plot line being a bit complex. it's also considerably difficult for me to explain, so i hope it's not too confusing for you guys

wc : 7k

You live in a small apartment. It's decorated very cozily and never fails to make you feel at home despite its lack in size. You live alone with your cat, Luna. In all, you live a quiet life, one with very few friends and little action. Sometimes you think it's pathetic. But when if it were to down to it, you know you wouldn't trade it for the world.

After all, a peaceful life is what you deserve. Especially considering how you spent your teenage years fighting in a war, losing all of your friends one by one. At the time, you hardly understood any of it. All you knew was that Voldemort needed to be stopped, and you wanted to help fight or that cause. So you did. But your friends would end up paying the price with their lives.

You shake your head, ridding your mind of the distasteful memories. It's been twelve years since then, but you still can't get over it all. Some nights you wake up in a cold sweat, blaming yourself for it all.

Luna nudges you with her body, rubbing against your calf with a gentle purr. You smile at her, crouching down to the floor to pick her up. You hold her close to your chest and run your hands down her spine with delicacy.

Before your train of thought was interrupted by horrid memories, you had been cooking yourself a serving of pasta.

You set Luna down on the counter and turn your attention back to the pot on your stove. The water is now boiling, ready for the noodles to be added. You reach into the cabinet above the sink, pulling the box out of your cupboard. However, just as you begin to rip the seal, there's a frantic knock at your door.

See, your next-door neighbor has three kids. They vary in age and you adore them all, feeling the need to show them affection to make up for their absent father. Their mom tries her best, but she's working all the time, and the children miss her constantly. Due to the lack of attention they receive, the three kids have developed a thirst for chaos. They like to knock on your door, then run away before you see them. You always know who it is, but don't have the heart to tell their mom or yell at them. They're just kids having fun, what's the harm? Plus, your friend group used to play the same exact kinds of pranks back when you were in school.

Crossing the kitchen, you take the box of pasta with you, not thinking that this altercation would last very long. You assumed you'd open the door to make the kids giggle, shake your head disapprovingly, then retreat back into your apartment. It would make them happy, and you weren't busy anyway.

However, when you open the door, you realize your assumption had been horribly incorrect. The hallway isn't empty. There aren't any children hiding behind the corner. Instead, a heavily fatigued man leans against your doorframe.

He's pushing all of his body weight into the wood, seeming to have very little strength left. You glance down at his torso and quickly recognize the issue. He's very badly injured. Both of his hands are pressed against his stomach — just below his ribcage. Trails of blood are seeping through his fingers, staining his skin with crimson.

The sight causes you to drop the box of pasta. It hits the floor with a clatter, uncooked noodles spread across the shiny wood flooring. But it's not the gore that shocks you, it's the person who bores it.

You recognize the man immediately, allowing a frown to settle on your face. You cross your arms over your chest to appear defiant. But in reality, you're not defiant at all. You're only crossing them to hide the fact that your hands are trembling.

Sirius Black is supposed to be in Azkaban. He's supposed to be paying for the deaths of your guys's shared best friends. But right now, all of that pent of rage and pain that you've kept stored for so many years? It's all vanished within the blink of an eye. The only emotion you feel at the moment is pity.

"I'm sorry." He mutters weakly, with a hoarse voice paired with labored breathing. "I know ya prob'ly hate me right now, and you've ev'ry reason to. But I... there wasn't-"

Sirius normally speaks with such elegance, but now his words are slurring together pathetically. His voice is usually thick and deep, but now it’s hoarse and wavering. Despite having known him for the majority of your life, you hardly recognizes the man in front of you

“Don’t apologize, Sirius.” You tell him, trying your absolute hardest to keep your voice from shaking as well.

You uncross your arms and step forward to help him into your apartment. You let him use your body as a crutch as the two of you slowly make your way to the bathroom. He stumbles around with a limp to his step, making it hard to get anywhere. But you don't complain. You don't make any noise of disapproval as you struggle to open the bathroom door.

You sit him down on the closed toilet seat, cautiously removing yourself from under him. When he's successfully sitting on his down, Sirius tips his head back as an expression on pain takes hold of his features. You ignore this, distracting yourself by turning on the faucet to the tub, making sure the water doesn't run too hot or too cold. As the tub slowly fills with water, you turn back to face him.

“Here,” you gently move to take off his shirt. He does nothing to stop you, still in too much pain to even register what’s really going on. You slip it over his head, forcing him to let go of the wound for a moment. When he does, you catches sight of the damage and instantly regret doing so. It’s awful. A deep slash across his gut, right under the bones of his ribs. You could hardly see where the cut was through all the blood, but you could tell it was deep.

You're usually fine with blood. You never feel queasy or get sick, like the way you are now. But the fact that Sirius is the one bleeding is what makes this situation so much more unbearable.

You want to help him. You want to hug him. You want to kiss him. You want to tell him that everything will be okay. But at the same time, you don't. At the same time, you want to leave him in the hall to bleed out. You want to slam to the door in his face. You want to scream and shout and cry. As you take his shirt off, you remind yourself. This is what he deserves.

You're the only one who knows that he didn't kill Lily and James. So, that's not why you're angry. If you believed he was the traitor, there's no way you would have let him enjoy the bliss of Azkaban. You would have killed him with your bare hands. But you didn't, because you know the truth. You know it was Peter.

The reason you're so pissed at Sirius is because he had the audacity to show up at your doorstep after so long.

When he was falsely arrested, you clung to him as though he were going to disintegrate in your hands. You kissed him more passionately than you'd ever kissed him. You screamed and fought, telling him to take veritaserum, but he refused. He had the nerve to tell you it'd be okay.

While you were busy fighting to save his life, Sirius was still in so much shock that nothing even mattered to him. You needed him more than ever. You'd just lost your two best friends. And yet. Sirius stared down at you with a blank expression, pressed a gentle kiss to your head, and allowed himself to get locked up for twelve years. He left you all alone, fending for yourself. Simply because he saw his own grief as more important than yours.

So, while he was away, you started over. You moved a few towns over, bought yourself an apartment, adopted a kitten, got a decent job, and tried your hardest to ignore the amount of betrayal you'd just recently suffered.

You would often find yourself thinking of Sirius, locked up. And it hurt so much more knowing he was innocent.

"You're a bloody mess, Black." You tell him as the shirt discarded, thrown onto the bathroom floor in a heap of grime and blood. Sirius just smirks at you, his eyelids growing heavy with bloodloss.

"Bloody." He murmurs with an airy chuckle, shaking his chest. But he quickly stops laughing, seeming to be in too much pain to move very much of his torso. "Literally bloody. Get it?"

You shake your head, "of course I get it, dumbass."

He lets out a heavy exhale, trying not to laugh at his own joke.

As soon as the shirt was removed, Sirius had put his hand right back on the wound as soon as possible. He continues to press hard, trying to keep the gash closed. But you can see that the longer he sits here, and the more blood he looses, the weaker his grip is getting.

You ignore his pervious joke, knowing he had only made it out of deliriousness. You crouch down in front of your sink, opening the cabinet to search for your first aid kit. When you finally find it behind a few cleaning bottles, you knock over a ton of shit while pulling it out in a rush. Sirius is getting worse by the second. You don't have time to question your priorities. You need to hurry if you want to keep him alive — which you honestly still aren't too sure about. You like to hold a grudge.

"G'nna fix me up all nice 'n pretty, are ya?" He whispers, his voice too weak to be spoken very loudly. He watches you pull medicine and gauze out of the kit. "Trust ya more than anyone else in my life, Y/n. Or else I wouldn't've come 'ere."

You don't bother to even glance up at him as you continue to gather supplies. You try not to focus on what he's saying.

He's delirious, you think to yourself in a harsh tone of reminder, it's just the blood loss. And he will die from it if you don't fucking hurry.

Now with everything you needs in your hands, you turn to him. He’s still staring at you intently, seeming to watch and analyze every single move you make. The intensity of his gaze makes you feel uncomfortable, but you ignore it, burying the uneasiness under your determination to help him.

Before you have time to begin working on his side, you notice that the tub is now almost full. You quickly shut it off, knowing you need to at least close the wound before he can take a bath. The amount of dried blood on him is truly repulsing. He’ll need to be scrubbed.

Now with the faucet shut off, you pour a bit of medicine into a cotton pad, not giving warning before you remove his hands from the injury and press the pad to the open wound. Sirius's face twists up, suddenly feeling much more awake than he was before — which was your intention with her lack of warning.

He grunts out a string of curse words, teeth clenched tightly together. You don't say anything as you continue to clean the wound, working quickly and effectively. Sirius is no longer watching you. His eyes are squeezed tightly shut from the pain.

"Talk to me." He says out of nowhere. You still don't look at him, too focused on the fact that he's literally dying on your toilet. "Please, Y/nnie. It'll take my attention away fr'm the pain."

"Fine." You reply with a defeated sigh, still not looking away from his wound. "What do you want e to talk about? There's not much to say."

"It's been twelve years. Find s'mthing." He says, causing you to roll your eyes at his demanding tone of authority. It's rich coming from someone whose life is in your hands right now. Quite literally, might you add.

"Honestly, I have no idea what to say." You begin with a monotone voice. "My life has been incredibly boring and uneventful lately – not that I’m complaining. I mean, I love having my own apartment away from everyone and everything else. It’s lonely sometimes, sure. But that comes with growing up, y’know? Even if I didn’t decide to move away after the war, I’d still have been alone eventually. That’s just life.” You say, your fingers working carefully as you pull the skin together to press a bandage on top. “Before you showed up, I was making pasta. The pot is probably boiling over right now, but I’ll worry about that later. Hopefully, it won't start a fire. Ugh. I just hope Luna is out of the kitchen – that’s my cat, by the way. She’s only a year old. I love her to death, but god, is she stupid at times."

You continue to ramble on and on, pressing a layer of bandages to his side. They'll need to be replaced after the bath, but they'll do for now. Oh, this would be so much easier if they could just go to the hospital like normal people. But then the doctors would ask too many questions. Plus, Sirius is still a wanted man in the wizarding world.

As you speak, Sirius slowly becomes more and more awake. He's looking more like himself, watching you with gentle eyes. You're not stupid though. This is most likely only because you're his only distraction from the biting pain in his side. I mean, who wouldn't look at you like you're a goddess when you just saved his life. Well. Let's not get ahead. Sirius isn't saved yet.

"Did you seriously leave the stove on?" Sirius asks. His voice is still slurred, but he's sounding less like a dying cancer patient and more like the man you fell in love with. "With a boilin' pot of water 'n top?"

"Is that the only thing you took away from my entire speech?" You ask him with a laugh, adding one last bandage to his side.

"Yeah, pr'tty much." He answers matter of factly. "The only thin' that matters to me is your stupidity. Ya should know this by now."

"What about the fact that I have a child?" You ask, raising an eye brow as you stand up from the floor. As you say this, Sirius's entire face drops. His teasing, exhausted eyes turn pained and scared. His clenched jaw slacks just barely.

"You have a kid?" He asks, breathlessly.

"Yeah?" You say, wondering why it's such a big deal to him. "Luna. She's my cat, I told you. Geez, you really don't listen to me."

Sirius's shoulders instantly relax when you say this. And it clicks in your head quickly. He had thought you had an actual child. A baby. He was scared that you'd moved on without him. That you forgot about him completely. Suddenly, the terrified expression that he had is no longer funny. It makes your stomach twist, knowing you had unintentionally caused that much dismay to him.

Trying your hardest to ignore the previous misunderstanding, you straighten your back and gesture to the tub. "Ready for your bath, Black?"

He raises an eyebrow. "Are you going to watch me get naked?"

"Don't make it weird." You say with an eye roll. "First of all, I don't think you can get naked without my help at the moment. Second, it's nothing I haven't seen before."

Sirius shrugs, "fair enough."

He tries to stand up from the toilet seat, but fails miserably. His knees buckle under his weight, bringing him to the floor with a heavy thud. You manage to slow his fall, holding him under the arms, but it doesn't completely stop him from hitting the ground. He fell flat on his butt, thanks to you. If you hadn't caught him in time, his head may have split open on the side of the tub. Sirius sits up and sighs. He supports himself against the tub, leaning his back against it in exhaustion.

The look on his face brings a pain to your chest, making everything in your begin to hurt. You hate seeing him like this. He's not the same person he was a decade ago. He is a grown man, not a teenager anymore. But you have to keep reminding yourself that so are you. You're both in your thirties by now, growing into your bodies with ease — some more than others.

"I can't fucking do anything anymore." Sirius complains, holding his face in his hands. The blood from his palms get on his cheeks, but he doesn't seem to care. He'd clearly faced much worse in Azkaban.

"Let's just work on getting you in the bath." You tell him softly, pulling his hands away from his face to give him a warm smile. "After that, you can tell me everything that I've missed from your life. Or — if you would prefer — you can tell me nothing at all. I'll try my hardest to respect your decision either way."

It seems to take a lot out of him, but Sirius manages a nod. He agrees to tell you all the things you missed, but admits that it'll be hard for him. So he asks if he can leave out some difficult details. You agree.

Sirius stays completely silent as you undress him.

He can't even stand up, so you have to do most of the work. You lift his feel to slide his shoes off, you undo his belt, you do nearly everything while he sits there uselessly. And the fact that he's unable to help you is killing him more than the fatal wound in his side.

When he's ready, you hike him upward and the two of you manage to get him into to the bath. Sirius tries his hardest to stand up again, but it's to no avail. He slipped again, but this time you were both ready for it. And in the end, he got into the tub with little to no issue. You're going to have to dry the water off the floor that splashed out, but other than that? He's doing fairly well already.

"The water is perfect," Sirius mutters, "thank you."

A smile tugs at your lips. Even when you guys had been dating, words of thanks were rare to impossible to receive. Truth is, most of your guys's relationship was based off of the banter and tension between you two. Not much of it was spent the way couples spend their time in books.

You guys never went on dates. You never cuddled in the halls. You rarely even cuddled in private. But that was enough for you guys because when it came down to it, you'd die for each other in a heartbeat. And even after all these years, you know you still would. Even now.

"Don't get sappy with me, Black." You tell him pointedly, trying not to show how happy it made you. "It's weird."

He doesn't say anything to that, simply leaning back in the tub. He leans his head against the tiles behind him, his knees poking out of the water — which is now turning to a deep shade of pink. The water pressure is keeping the blood inside of his body for the most part. But the dried blood from his shirt and hands is mingling with the water gorily.

You grab a towel from the hook beside the sink, and place it on the floor. You kick it around a little bit, poorly drying up the spilt water. You decide to leave it on the floor to soak up what you didn't smear.

Then, you sit on the closed toilet seat and watch Sirius from afar. His eyes are closed with contentment, head facing the ceiling, showing off his throat and jawline. But you know he isn't sleeping, due to how he keeps shifting around uncomfortably. If he were to pass out, you don't think you'd be able to avoid a hospital much longer. You'd need to get help, regardless of the consequences.

"Do you think I could leave you by yourself for a few seconds?" You ask him, voice barely above a whisper. You don't want to disturb him, but you really need to check on the stove now that the adrenaline has settled down a tad.

Sirius opens his eyes, "could you leave the door open though?"

"Of course I can." You say, standing up from the toilet with a warm smile. He smiles back, but it still looks incredibly pained. He needs stitches. You need to find your wand.

You exit the bathroom and make sure to prop the door open with one of Luna's toy rats. The doorstop didn't need to be heavy, anyway. Your apartment is so fickle it would probably blow over if a strong enough gust of wind were to blow in its direction. The door is light, the wood very thin.

Reentering the kitchen, you find that the stove had been switched off. You walk over to the pot, curiously. The water is level, and nothing is on fire. It's a good thing, but you're still insanely concerned. Who the fuck turned it off?

You spot your wand on the island. You still use magic quite a ton, despite not being very social in the wizarding community. It just makes life easier, to be honest. Also it's refreshing, reminding you of your childhood at Hogwarts with your friends.

Hearing a sudden noise come from your living room, you snatch your wand, holding it out in front of your body protectively. Whoever was in your house needed to leave. Immediately. If you'd found an intruder inside any other day, you would simply call the police or the apartment lobby to check the cameras. But you had a criminal bleeding out in your bathroom. There was nobody you could call for help.

"Y/n?" A feminine voice calls out from the living room.

You recognize the voice, and instantly toss your wand into the sink to hide it from the woman as she enters the kitchen. It clatters against the dirty dishes, but successfully lands at the bottom of the sink safely.

"I'm sorry for coming over so unexpectedly." The woman tells you, rounding the corner and entering the kitchen with a frown on her face. "I heard someone banging on your door, and I thought it was Rue. So I came out to finally catch her being naughty, when I noticed a streak of blood on your doorframe. I hope you don't mind that I let myself in. I was worried."

The woman in front of you is your neighbor. The single mom with three kids. One of those kids — the youngest — is little Rue. She's two years old, and follows her elder siblings around like a lost puppy, not knowing what else to do with her life yet.

You give the woman a smile, "it's fine, June. Thank you for checking on me, you're a good friend."

June is a wonderful woman. She's kind, and hadn't got a single bad bone in her dainty little body. She cares for everyone as if they were her own children. Even you, who's a few years older than her. You genuinely do want to thank her sincerely, but you're currently hyperaware of the fact that Sirius is in your bathtub at the moment. He's covered in blood, with the bathroom door wide open. And the idiot is probably too busy enjoying the warm water to realize someone else is in the apartment.

"I hope you don't mind me asking, but what is all that blood from? It's all over your floors, too." June says, tipping her head to the side as she glances around at the bloody floorboards.

You follow her gaze and realize she's right. There are drips of red blood seeming to be randomly placed across the apartment, leading right to the bathroom. But June hasn't noticed that, yet. She's still too overwhelmed by the fact that there's blood on your floor at all.

Your mind runs through all the possible excuses you could give. You could say you're on your period, but that wouldn't explain the bloody handprint on the doorframe. You could say you saved a dying bird on your way home from work, but she knows you've been home for a while considering the fact that she cut off your stove for you. You settle on telling her the truth, leaving out some key details.

"An old friend came to visit, but he's been hurt pretty badly in an accident on the way here." You tell her.

June frowns, "how badly? Why didn't you call the hospital?"

"He doesn't have insurance." You lie. "Plus, he's hardly hurt. It's a small wound, just bleeding a lot. He punctured a vein."

"Oh." June's face turns pale. You feel a twinge of guilt, knowing you only added that last detail because you knew she hated talking about anything blood-related. It all made her feel very sick. "I don't... I, uh- I think I'm gonna go, now. It's Rue's bed time, she needs her mom to tuck her in."

June lets out a few farewells before hurrying out of the apartment quickly. The moment you hear the door shut behind her, you rush to the bathroom to check on Sirius. The door was open the whole time. And just as you'd thought, he was relaxing leisurely though it all.

"An old friend in an accident?" He questions you before you even say anything. His eyes are still closed, but there's now a smirk tugging at his lips. "I have to admit, the insurance excuse was pretty smart."

"You knew she was here and didn't think to close the door?" You interrogate him, still a bit heated up fro the adrenaline of having June so close to finding Sirius. "What if she saw you?"

"So what?" He quirks a brow, opening his eyes to finally face you. "If she's a muggle, it wouldn't have mattered much anyway."

"Of course it would have mattered!" You shout, not out of anger but from the amount of epinephrine surging through you. "Criminal or not, a random guy bleeding out in my apartment isn't a good look!"

"You don't think I look good?" Sirius asks, his expression as vague as a puppy's.

You want to scream at him for joking about this. It's fucking serious, and he's a grown man, he should treat it as such. But instead, he's teasing you and making snarky comments about his appearace while he's literally naked. It's insane. It's intolerable, and annoying, and frustrating, and- and extremely attractive.

"I'm going to go make pasta." You tell him, needing to exit the bathroom as soon as possible. You can already feel your cheeks heating up, but you're going to blame that on the heat of the bathroom from the rub. "I'll leave the door open, and I'll just be in the other room. So just shout my name if you need anything, Black."

"Will do, darlin'. I've missed shouting your name." He says with a wink, making the red tint to your cheeks deepen even further.

You don't say anything else as you swiftly exit the bathroom and enter the kitchen. God, you need to get your emotions under control. Before he showed up, you hadn't acted impulsively like that. Before he showed up, you had nothing to worry about with your neighbors. Before he showed up, you had never lied to June. But now he's strutting back into your life, and he's screwing it all up again.

He abandoned you when he knows you needed him most. He wasn't the only one who had seeing rotting away for twelve years. He wasn't the only one allowed to make decisions about your guys's future.

You guys could have spent all that time together. You could have spent it getting a two person apartment. You could have made new friends together. You could have even had kids by now. Fuck. You could have had a perfect, normal life. But Sirius wanted to act impulsively and childishly. He wanted to ruin not only his own life, but yours as well. It was exhausting.

After tonight, when you're sure he's okay, you'll tell him all of this. You'll make sure that the bastard knows how badly he's hurt you.

"Here," you say. You reenter the bathroom with two plates of spaghetti in each hand. But you almost drop plates when your eyes land on Sirius, pushing himself up with both of his arms. "Hey! What the hell do you think you're doing?!"

You set the plates down on the counter, not bothering to make sure they're sitting in a secure spot. You rush to Sirius's aid, taking him by the arm. He's not even standing up yet, he's only a foot or two above the tub, using only his upper-body strength to hold himself up. His legs are most likely better than they were before, but it's still unwise to act so impulsively. He should have asked for your help instead.

"I don't want to make you feel like a maid." He says, as you gently lower him back into the water — which he isn't very happy about, but you both know that he's in no place to fight or argue with you.

"What are you talking about?" You ask him, sitting down on the floor beside the tub. You remove the drain, allowing the water to exit the tub at a slow but steady pace. If he wants to get out, it'll be much easier to do so without water in the bath. "I don't feel like a maid, Black. You're fatally injured, and I'm helping you out. It's the least I could do."

He scoffs, "you don't owe me anything."

"Excuse me?" You ask. The tone of his voice makes you defensive. He's right, you don't owe him anything, but why is he getting angry about it? The decent thing to do would be to thank you. But of course, he's too good for those kinds of manners. It's unbelievable.

"The last time we talked, I was a complete dick to you." Sirius says, lowering his head to hide his face behind his dripping wet hair. "You didn't deserve that sort of cruelty. The same way I don't deserve this sort of kindness. It's unfair. Unbalanced."

You don't know what to say to that. It sounds like an apology, or at least a version of one — seeing as Sirius is incapable of ever saying what he means without something hidden under the surface of his words. But what could possibly be left unsaid with that? He sounds genuine. His words sound raw.

"Well." You stand up from the floor now that the tub is completely drained of its bloody water. "We can talk more about that over dinner. Right now, you need to focus on what's actually important."

"What's actually important?" Sirius mimics. He raises his head, his hair slipping off his face to reveal a confused expression. "What would that be?"

It's evident that he is still in excruciating pain, and the pathetic bandages you put on him aren't going to last very long. But still, they're managing to keep his bodily fluids inside of his body. Where they belong.

He no longer slurs his words or blinks slowly at you. He can speak normally, and his actions aren't delayed anymore. Noticing this, you let out an enormous sigh of relief. It was awful not knowing if your efforts even paid off. But now, you're at least sure he won't be dying at your hand tonight.

"Getting out of the bathtub." You reply. "After that, we can eat spaghetti for dinner, because it'll help you get a bit of strength back. Then, we can watch a movie while you rest."

A glint of emotion passes behind Sirius's gaze, but he quickly recovers from whatever it had been. He simply nods at you, moving to stand up again. This time, you're here to help him. You sketch one arm over his back to support his weight, to keep him from falling ; the other hand is being used to point him in the right direction, considering the fact that his body seems to only want to lean to the right — the place of his uninjured side.

When he successfully exits the tub, you guide him to the toilet seat to sit for a moment. He obliges, sitting down without question. You leave the bathroom, rushing down the hallway to get him a towel and some clothes that your brother left at your apartment last time he stayed over. Knowing Sirius is incredibly thin from imprisonment, your brother's clothes will most likely swallow him.

When you return, you half expected Sirius to be attempting to stand up again. But he seems to have learned his lesson. He's still sitting on the toilet, his hands pressed to his side as he hunches over slightly. When he notices you in the doorway, he quickly sits up straighter. He almost appears ashamed to have been in pain.

You decide not to draw attention to this, wordlessly handing him the towel and clothes to dress himself. Out of respect, your turn around — which was probably a silly thing to do since he hadn't been clothed the entire time. But Sirius seems to appreciate it, struggling a bit as he draws the cloth around his body.

When you turn back around, the two of you return to how you guys had previously been walking. You support his back, and direct his step in the same way as before.

Together, you guys hobble over to the couch. You lean Sirius back against the cushion, and he visibly relaxes into the soft material. The sight of him so content, makes you feel just as relaxed as he is.

You feel a bit guilty for leaving him again but you do so anyway, returning to the bathroom to retrieve the plates of spaghetti. On your way back to the living room, you quickly turn into the kitchen and fish your wand out of the sink. You hold it in against the dish of pasta, knowing it'd be better to have it just in case than regret not having it at all.

When you return to the living room, Sirius has made himself pretty cozy. He's leaned back on the cushion, a fuzzy blanket pulled around his body. He's hugging one of his legs to his chest ; the other one — which happens to be the one which is on the side of his injury — is extended, propped up on your coffee table.

You hand him his plate and sit side by side on the couch together. You place your wand on the table, grabbing the remote in its place. You switch on the first channel that pops up, which happens to be a very specific cartoon that you guys used to watch together.

Sirius always said that muggle innovations were stupid. This ideology didn't differ when it came to television. He thought the idea was silly and a waste of time, which distracted people from real life issues. You always argued with him over this. You claimed to love the idea of television, thinking it was no different from moving paintings at Hogwarts. Of course, Sirius disagreed. So, you thought that the best way to settle this dispute was to force him to watch something with you. You guys made a bet on it, as well. If he ended up hating the TV, you'd owe him twenty bucks. On the other hand, if he enjoyed it, he'd owe you the money instead.

Long story short, you grew twenty dollars richer by the end of the night. And Sirius had fallen in love with Tom and Jerry.

"He still hasn't caught the damn mouse?" Sirius complains, staring at the flashing screen with furrowed brows. "I mean, wouldn't it be easier to just kill him at this point? I'm not someone who resorts to murder, but it's been decades! Anything would be better than running around in circles like idiots."

You laugh at him, finding it amusing how invested he is in the show. Sometimes, in little moments like this, you don't see Sirius black : an alleged killer running from the police. Instead, you see Padfoot : your best friend and first love. It draws a bittersweet feeling to your gut, making you want to run away from all of your problems. Including him.

You guys continue to eat your pasta in a comfortable silence. They're replaying old episodes that you've seen multiple times. But this is Sirius's first time watching them, and he seems to have no intention of turning the TV off anytime soon. When he finishes his plate, he places it on the coffee table. He doesn't even look down, his eyes still glued to the screen. You giggle, taking his dirty dish to the kitchen. You wash off the grime, and place it out to dry on the counter.

When you return to the living room, Sirius if curled up in a ball on the couch. He's still being very cautious with his wound, carefully leaving it alone.

"Hey," you say as you sit back down beside him. Sirius hasn't removed his gaze from the show, but he must have felt the cushion dip under your weight. Because he moved his legs out of your way before you even said anything.

"Hi." He answers, only halfway paying attention to you.

"You can keep watching the TV, but would you mind if I tried to continue working on your scratch?" You ask him, choosing your words carefully as you grab your wand from the tabletop. This seems to grab his attention quickly.

"Yeah." He answers. His voice comes out confident and steady, but his body language shows what he's afraid to admit. He's scared. He's in pain, on the run, and fully invested in this television that he had once sworn against. But he holds you higher than all of those other issues. You're most important. "Of course you can."

"Thank you." You say. He just nods as he shifts his body out of the curled up position, stretching out so his torso is accessible to you. Then, he lifts up his shirt for you to work on. As soon as you scoot closer, Sirius gets nervous and whips his head back toward the TV.

The thing is, you had taken a few subjects on healing back at Hogwarts, and even a few muggle classes. But now that it's the real thing, you're feeling a bit nervous. If you mess up a spell, it's not just a bad grade on your exam. It's Sirius's wellbeing you're meddling with.

You pull the bandages off of his skin, looking at the gash in full detail. It's really gross, up close. You try not to analyze it too much, gripping your wand in your hand and pointing the tip directly at the wound. Sirius's eyes are still pinned to the TV, so you have the element of surprise to work with here.

"Vulnera Sanentur." You mutter under your breath, tracing your wand along the gash. You recall what you'd been taught. The first time you speak the incantation, the blood would begin to evaporate in thin air. Seeing as there isn't much blood left after the bath, it instead moves onto the second repetition despite only having said it once. And slowly, the wound knits itself back together. The skin slowly pulls at each other, binding together neatly.

You watch Sirius's face, but he seems to not be in any pain from the spell. He makes a slight expression of discomfort but seems perfectly well, otherwise. You look back down at the wound. The only thing left over is a thin scar, the injury completely gone now. Your eyes widen in shock. It worked. It worked!

"Sirius." You say, your voice nearly gone from surprise. Considering you hadn't called him by his first name since his return, Sirius's head spins in your direction at a speed that could've been enough to have given him whiplash.

"What?" He asks. You point at his side, and he follows your finger. Suddenly, his expression mirrors your own. "Holy fuck."

"I'd heard the spell once or twice at Hogwarts, but I didn't think I could do it myself. I was honestly just hoping I wouldn't fuck it up." You ramble, trying to will your brain to keep up with your mouth as you continue to spur irrelevant nonsense. "I wasn't even sure about the pronunciation. I was-"

"You were brilliant." Sirius interrupts you, sitting up without any issue. He wraps his arms around you and embraces you into a tight hug. You hug him back, still in shock with yourself.

"Do you really think so? Or are you just saying that because it worked?" You ask. "I mean, I told you I was completely winging it. I didn't know how to move my wand, or how to--"

"And I told you that I trust you more than anyone else in my life, Y/n." He says, pulling away from the hug to look you in the eye. You meet his gaze, feeling small under it. He gives you a smile — one that brings back a flood of memories from your guys's past. It's genuine and real. Nothing but adoration behind it. It's your favorite smile of his, and he knows it. Sirius continues, "I missed you."

Your eyes soften, "I missed you too, you bastard."

tags : @luvsturniolo @kasqnxx

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spaceless-vacuum · 1 year

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Question? How would a Yan!Link handle having a Darling who not only chose him willingly but actively smothers him back? Not to the degree of a Yandere but rather if he comes home injured or gets hurt and they're traveling together he finds himself in mandatory bed rest unless they deem it light enough an injury? He has a cold and gets dragged in the house and shoved into bed while they go make soup. They refuse to let him do anything for them while hurt and are totally not against using cuddles as an option to keep him down. Will capitalize on his Yandere tendencies. Aware of those tendencies and tries not to upset him but also knows how to use them to their advantage?

Or how about this? Actively chasing others off by making it known he's taken? He won't have to pull his Darling into his lap if they make themselves comfortable there first. His Darling is completely down with owning up to the fact that they have one of the most dangerous people in Hyrule willing to do absolutely anything for them and he's so sweet and gentle for them and good looking to boot.

Most pleased Yandere ever I'd imagine.

....bonus? They spend their free time trying to fluster him somehow. How easy is it? Does it work? Who knows.

Oooh I think this is so much fun and would go differently with the different heroes. I've decided to use this as an opportunity to write for the lu au. hope you don't mind!

Sky would absolutely adore this and would take it as a chance to gain more cuddles from you. He is already very big on spending a lazy day together with you (assuming all of his work is done) and the idea of receiving more love and attention is one that makes his heart skip a beat with joy. His idea of a relaxing summer day is taking it easy or flying around Skyloft. Two things he can do if wounded or with a cold.

Even if you do try to coax him to stay inside all day he needs a walk for fresh air and it can't be helped. The man doesn't like to be cooped up all the time and will carry you out the door with him if he needs to. As long as you're with him he's as buzzed as a bee.

The action of you putting yourself into his lap before he does makes him blush so badly. Public displays of affection in front of others, especially when he knows you're doing it to claim him gets him in his feelings. He's practically kicking his legs but to do so might kick you off of his lap which he won't do.

The fact that you want others to know you love him makes his heart skip a beat. There's no way anyone is going to lay a hand on you after that. He has a way of making sure that everyone knows you're taken with just a look and with the fact you're always hanging off of his arm he doesn't have to do too much. Which is fine by him. Less work for him means more time to spend by your side. It's easy to forget he has a darker side sometimes as he's just so sweet and carefree until pushed in the right (or wrong) direction.

Even if he finds out or just knows about how you're ‘using’ him, Sky doesn't care. In his mind it isn't an issue at all because he isn't being used if he's ok with it and you both enjoy the outcome. It's rare to find him getting upset at your cute demeanor but sometimes he does have a rare moment where it all slips and he feels like he needs to take a ride.

It’s really, and I mean really easy to get Sky flustered. Any form of public affection where others can see it and are actively looking makes him blush so hard. He doesn't get embarrassed often but he does have friends who like to tease and poke fun. Word gets around in villages quickly (especially about the hero) and you being called Link’s is something he never gets used to. It makes him feel like he's on cloud nine when he overhears the talk on the town. As long as no one says anything bad about his partner.

#eye write #yandere link x reader #legend of zelda x reader #yandere linked universe #lu au #linkeduniverse #sky x reader #ask and answer

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sapphiewritesstuff · 1 year

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My god. Namora fighting alongside reader and reader gets badly injured. She tries to tell her to just come back for her but Namora just. Scoops her up bridal style

OHH WHAT A WOMANNN I need her so bad

Italics is Yucatec Mayan because I don’t wanna get any translation wrong :)

Warnings: violence, injury, hurt/comfort, whump, fem!reader, established relationship (Namora and reader are married)

-Namora is a woman who doesn’t let her fear show, never lets her walls down, but the moment she sees you collapse, all bloody and bruised, her eyes flash with panic and she lets out a guttural scream. She runs straight towards you, slicing any enemies in her way with her spear.

-She kneels by your side if the person who harmed you isn't close by, placing a hand on your cheek as she checks your pulse

-If the enemy is still there, she plunges her spear straight into their chest and watches as they die with a blank look on her face

-"My love," She pulls you into her arms, "get up, please"

-She knows you're a strong warrior, you two have fought alongside each other for Talokan ever since you were young, but when she sees you gasping for air with a gaping bloody hole in your stomach, she worries that this time she'll be returning home with only your wedding ring

-She doesn't sit around, she knows if she does, you'll die in her arms, so she picks you up bridal style and rushes you to safety despite your objections

-If Shuri is around, she'll plead her to take you to her lab. Namora lets go all her distrust and hatred towards the surface dwellers, hanging on to the hope that they will be able to save you

-If they don't, she'll make the world burn.

-You soon fade to unconsciousness, and when you wake up in Shuri's lab, Namora is right by your side

-You are taken back to Talokan to continue your recovery

-Namora spends her days taking care of you, fussing whenever you try to get out of bed or strain yourself

-One thing you notice is how well she's holding it together, almost like you were never injured at all

-She's back to her regular self, commanding the army, training, and only showing physical affection when you two are alone

-Then she just breaks.

-Late at night, after she returns from her duties and you're in bed, she wraps you into an embrace and starts sobbing

-"I try to be strong for you," She weeps into your shoulder as you rub her back, "I couldn't stop it, you almost died and I couldn't stop it. My love, I was so scared."

-"I am alright now, aren't I?" You say in an attempt to comfort her. "You don't have to protect me, this was none your fault."

-She'll hold onto you and never let go after that.

-You and Talokan are the two things she can never lose.

#namora x reader #wakanda forever #black panther #mcu x reader

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Anything You Can Do I Can Do Better

Moments between Jason Todd and his lover, whos apart of the League of Assassins btw

- Based on these headcanons I made

⚠︎: mentions of death, injures, not much gore, swearing and complicated feelings, also this is unedited so sorry for any typos or errors

"This shit sucks ass."

"Jason please stop with the swearing."

You both stumbled into his apartment, well your shared apartment. Coming from patroling the city you two were beaten pretty badly. Your League outfit that was once green and gold was now ruined in a blood red that was from your gashes and wounds.

Jason was beaten up badly too. His helmet was broken and he was supporting a black eye. His suit was ripped open showing newly fresh wounds.

The fight was just a hazy memory, you've both hit your heads a couple of times and right now it dosen't even matter. Whet matters most is that you both made it home.

To be honest you dont even know how you had the energy left to get back to his apartment. You thought you were going to bleed out so thats why you have Bruce's number on speedial at the moment.

You and Jason ended up in the kitchen before slowly falling to the cold ground. Not making it fully to the living room and covering the floor with dirt and blood. Both of you were breathing heavily without your masks on.

You two were lying on your backs heads faced toward eachother while your noses were almost touching. You beathed in his scent which smelt like blood and smoke and just smelt like the outdoors.

Some might say this would be a romantic moment.

Except for the fact that you both were bleeding out on the kitchen floor.

After a while of staring at eachother and wondering which one was gonna call for help first you whispered to him.

"We need to call for some assistance Jason."

"Its fine." He said while trying to get up from his spot on the floor. "I can get the medical kit, its in that cabinet."

The cabinet which he was talking about wasn't on the floor, it was a high shelf. Jason tried to stand up on his knees, but groaned in pain as he found his way back to the floor.

"Let me call Bruce."

"Hell. No"

"Jason-"

"Im not letting him save me. Im not weak." He groaned and you rolled your eyes.

"Jason, I am weak."

He paused for a moment. Seeing you both are in the same predicament. Both beaten, bloodied, hand and knees, chest and arms, canr barely move. He didn't want to pass out here, he didnt want you to either. He didn't want to calm Bruce.

"Call Alfred."

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"Seems like you two got into some trouble?"

"Yeah a little bit." Jason responed to Alfred.

Alfred got you both to the couch and started on stiching your wounds. You both looked like mummies, but you both were cleaner than you were before.

"Thank you again." You spoke.

"There is no need for that, it is my job after all. Ive taken care of about 4 kids for all these years."

"Yeah, thank you Alfred." Jason responded.

"You're welcome." Alfred smiled at Jason and he gave a small smirk back. "So when are you going to tell master Bruce about the two of you?"

"Never." Jason said quickly. "I dont want him in my buisness, he'll try to take over my love live."

"Love life." You whispered but no one heard.

"He'll find out eventually you know?"

"Yeah"

"Until then we'll be fine Jason, I promise."

He was silent, he was thinking too hard and you could tell. The dim lights of the room gave a gloomy aspect but it highlighted his face well. Jason opened his mouth to protest like he always does, but you beat him to it.

"Im very good at keeping a secret am I not?" You teased waiting for his reaction.

It was a slight smirk but it dissappeared. "Yeah took a while to figure out you were from the Leauge. When you pretended you weren't apart of the League, that messed me up when you started training me."

"My best student." You whispered, guilt filled your heart when he brung up the past.

"Damn right." He smiled at you. For the first time today.

The moon was brighter than usual as you stared at it encapsulated by its beauty. The Leauge made a huge deal about the moon. It felt like you were home.

Jason had left you outside by yourself a while ago saying he needed wine. You both took lawn chairs outside to Bruces huge acre garden to have some sort of alone time at Bruce's house. He's been taking a while to get the wine and you probably should assume that his brothers were taking up his time. You kept staring at the moon.

"Is it that interesting as they say?"

You sat up and turned slightly to see Damian taking Jason's seat next to you.

"If you look yes it is."

"Is it true you studied the moon?"

"A lot of questions young one." You smirked and he scoffed. "Yes I did. One time in Egypt I studied it and immediately got immersed in the study of space."

Damian hummed in response and was about to ask a question, but remembered your response to him asking another question.

"Why are you hesitant?" You asked and he tensed beside you.

"You can tell from the Leauge right? Their training?"

"It was interesting, but yes. Like Jason per say." He raised his eyebrows in question. "His senses are heightened because of the Lazarus Pit right?"

He nodded and you admired his focus to your words. "Think like that. You're truly advanced Damian, but not as advanced as me." You laughed.

"How can I be?"

"What do you mean?"

"I want to be better." He looked seriously into your eyes with nothing but determination.

"You dont want to go back there Damian."

"I know but-"

"But nothing, Damian." You cut him off sternly. "It's horrible, a bad place with bad people. I dont care if they are considered family. Family can be bad as well."

"What if I want to change the Leauge of Assassins."

"Change the Leauge of Assassins, the very same one that's under Ra's rule?"

"Yes. Didn't I make myself clear."

"Clear as the moon Damian."

It's not like you hated the Leauge. You had a love-hate relationship with them. But you and Damian had seen the worse of it all and both of you know you're both better off here than back there.

"Think about it." Damian spoke into the air. You nodded as you both satnin silence with the tension slowly releasing the air. The only noise was the occasional crickets and your own mind.

"Why?" You asked Damian.

"Again you ask me why?"

"I ask you "why" because I want a plan from you. I dont do anything without a plan."

Damian scoffed, "You and Jason go on rouge missions all the time."

"Those are supposed to be secret." You chuckled.

"He's not as discreet as you are."

You laughed and at the sound of your laughter Damian had a small smirk. These times with the Waynes had helped you highten your emotions. Always been taught that emotions will hold you back, that they'll make you weak is nothing now. Jason and you work out your emotions. Both expressing things you both never expressed before. Joy, love, compassion, jealousy, sadness, rage. All because of Jason, every day you see yourself grow more. And he can say the same about you.

"You tryna steal my girlfriend demon?"

Speak of the devil.

"No Todd, just having lively conversation." Damian spoke as he stood up. You noticed he was more relaxed than when he came out to the garden before.

"We'll I'll appreciate it if you would leave us alone for now." He sat down the red wine and glassed on the grass then he occupied himself with opening the bottle, his muscles flexing while he did so distracted you for a bit while Damian was yelling at Jason for taking up too much of your time.

Jason somehow got the last and Damian left with a huff.

"We'll talk later Damian!" You yelled after him. He just turned around with a nod acknowledging your statement and closed the glass door behind him.

"Lively conversation huh?" Jason asked as he handed you a glass and filled it up as you held it.

"Yes." You smiled.

"Thats all I get is a "yes"?" He complained.

"Mhm."

"You're an ass."

It was a quiet night for Jason, I mean except for the Gotham noise below him. Crime has been slow, so he found his favorite rooftop that overlooked the city illuminated in its own beautiful way. Peaceful wasn't what followed him so he wondered why the universe gave him this.

"Funny seeing you here."

He turned his head slightly to see you walking towards him in all your assassin glory. Your outfit and mask was still on, but he could tell you're smiling. He really hit the jackpot today huh?

"You're back huh? To gloomy old Gotham."

"The mission was quick, too easy."

"Did you kill someone for me?" He chuckled while leaning against his shiny red helmet on the side of him.

"Of couse I did. For old times." You laughed while taking a spot next to him.

"Yeah, old times."

He had no idea why you were in his life. Why was the universe being so kind to him? This beauty sitting next to him, the night lights glowing softly on your face. You changed his life in so many beautiful confusing ways. Nothing was perfecy between you two and nothing will be stable, but to him its a perfect love story.

"Jason?"

"Yeah."

"Just I need-" You huffed out of frustration. "Kiss me." You blurted out while he just stared at you.

"Jason this was so long without you I need you to kiss-" You finally got what you wanted when he molded your lips together.

Your lips moved in unison while your hand traveled up his shoulder and to his neck and his hand help your waist. It felt like heaven ti Jason, your lips on his. His home. His gaurdian angel back in his arms. His hand around your waist gripped the fabric tightly wanting nothing more to rip the traditional armor off of you and feel you close.

He parted for a second for air. "You're home." His breath tickled your lips

You both were and hour away from your shared apartment, but you knew what he meant.

You pecked his lips. "Im home."

The motel stinked, but it was the only temporary option.

Jason was lying on the bed on his laptop he somehow brought, am6d you were polishing your swords when he sat up beside you and pushed the computer in your lap.

"Egypt?"

"Egypt doll!"

You could tell he was excited about this. "What are you implying?"

"I'm implying that we go to Egypt. For a week? And we're going there for fun this time. You spoke very highly of it."

You glared at him

"5 days." He srunk

"Why Jason-"

"You always said you wanted to travel the world." Jason rebuttals.

"Yes I have expressed that, but-"

"But nothing. Im making this dream a reality."

Jason scooted closer to you closing the gap that was once inbetween you.

"Jason," You started. "Egypt is just one place."

"Yeah, but then we can travel from there." He smiled.

"Like Brazil?"

"If you want baby."

"Greece? Tokyo? Greenland?"

"All that and more doll." You gave him a look. It was a look of uncertainty. He knew that look too well.

Jason was reckless, you were too, in the field, not in real life. Money wasn't much for you because the Leauge would take care of it all, but Jason was different. You wouldn't want him spending money on you so frivolously.

"I'll do anything for you, you know that right." He whispered leaning in closer to you.

"Sometimes."

"I'll burn the Earth for you if you wanted."

"Im not used to hearing stuff like this said to me. You make me feel love again Jason." You whispered back to him.

Jason wasn't one to voice his emotions often so he just kissed you, hard. It felt like he wanted to devour you before breaking the kiss for a second.

"So, am I buying the tickets or nah?"

"Jason im not leaving my home!"

"I thought you hated that place?!"

You and Jason had been fortunate enough to get back home before you both exploded on eachother. The pent up frustration from the last mission you were sent on by the Leauge caused tension between you, Jason, and his family as well.

Dick was worried sick about you. You came back with cuts and bruises adorning your body like jewels.

Tim did not expect the Leauge to not treat you after such a mission. He expected for them to take carew of your wounds but after you told them that and I quote, "We're told to take care of our own wounds, not to be a burden to others." He was fuming.

Damian was dissapointed. He knew you were the Leauge's top fighters, he respected you for that, but one of their top fighters should know their limits. You should have a say on what mission you take or not, but you don't which leads him to try and convince you to leave.

"They made me who I am Jason."

"Who gives a fuck?! I dont care! You're not a killing machine! You're a human!"

You scoffed at that comment, but that made him evem more enraged.

"Are you listening to me?"

"I hear you loud and clear cause your fucking damaging my eardrums!" You ran your hands over your head. "I dont know."

"You dont know what?" Jason sternly questions.

"Im conflicted."

"It shouldn't be that fucking hard."

"Maybe its okay for you to leave your family Jason, but I cant! My mother-"

"You dont have to." Jason interrupted you. He knew your mom died a long time ago. He knew that the Leauge took care of you in her place.

"I feel like that's all I have of her."

"Thats not true."

You both we're silent for a while. You refuse to let tears fall on your cheeks. Jason's hands were slowly releasing their hard clench.

"Im sorry." You said.

"Me too." Jason follows.

"We're really fucked aren't we?" You laughed a tear trickling down your cheek. Jason stepped closer to you and took his thumb and wiped your tear.

"Now look who's swearing now." He laughed. He pulled you in for a hug encased in his broad arms and rested his head ontop of yours. "And yes we are."

..........

You and Jason were cuddled up againt eachother with him fast asleep. He was snoring pretty loud and that woke you up out of your peaceful sleep.

Carefully, you slipped out of his arms and the covers and headed towards the kitchen for a glass of water.

You padded to the kitchen when you felt a presence in the apartment with you.

"Damian."

"How did you know?"

"I felt your presence." You smirked and he scoffed.

"Are you better?" He asks while sitting on the kitchen island.

"No." You chuckled.

You both were quiet with him not knowing what to say.

"Will you take my offer?"

"Which one?"

"To reform the Leauge of Assassins." He spoke in some sort of heroic tone he learned from his father.

"Ah I forgot about that one. When was this? December?" You teased

"June 13." He deadpanned.

"I know. Why would I take up your offer now?" You questioned trying to get him to spill.

"I want to go back just as much as you. But its horrible we could run it together!" He shouted.

"Keep it down." You shushed him "Jason is alseep."

"What's there to loose?" He grunted.

"Everything, Damian."

"What are you doing here at 3am?" Jasom stumbled into the kitchen wrapping an arm around you.

"You always have to interrupt our conversations Todd?"

"Yeah I want my girlfriend back to bed." He snipped while taking your glass and stealth a sip of your water.

"Damian?" You softly spoke.

"Yes?"

"Stay here tonight. I'll call Bruce and tell him that his son was worried about me." You joked and he scoffed again already gathering the blankets and pillows from the last time he stayed on the couch, turning on the TV making himself at home.

"Its like we already have a kid."

"Shut up." Jason rolled his eyes and chuckled before filling up the glass again and going back to bed.

"Damian." You called out his name again and he lifted his head from the couch.

"Let's have this conversation when you're older okay?"

He gave you a small smile before turning his attention back to the TV.

You cuddled back with Jason under the covers, he gave you a small kiss on your forehead before shutting his eyes.

"I think I want to change the Leauge of Assassins."

"You do you babe." He slurred.

"Jay Im serious."

"Im serious too. Do whatever you want I'll be here right by your side. No matter how dangerous."

"No matter how deadly?" You sighed.

"You know I love a good deadly mission once and a while." He smirked with his eyes closed.

"I love you."

"I love you too doll. And I'll follow you to the ends of the earth."

#jason todd angst #jason todd headcanon #jason todd x you #jason todd reader #jason todd x reader #jason todd #dc x gender neutral reader #dc x reader #red hood fluff #red hood x reader #red hood headcanon #red hood reader insert #jason todd imagine #redhood imagine

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totesnothere04 · 1 year

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Day to Day Norm Pt.6

Norm x F!Quaritch!Reader

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the fanart, screenshots, or gifs used with my stories.

Warnings: Chaos, War, Death, major angst. I'm not gonna lie I made up a rank in the Na'vi clan system. I also don't feel like going and finding the scene where Jake talks to Tsu'tey after he becomes Toruk Makto. Also gonna tell the truth that this one is a bit of a wild because I have a hard time writing angst but it is necessary for the plot. Also cursing and talks of blood.

Part 5

The Omatikaya had tied Jake and Grace up to be seen by the RDA. Never before had you felt so torn. Your friends, one of which you knew was innocent and the other a lying asshole, were being used as examples. You wanted to untie them and tell the people to run, but you also had a duty to your people. Your decision was made for you when Tsu'tey walked by and grabbed your arm to drag you with him.

"Where are we going?" You ask him and he continues on his warpath.

"We have been asked to take to the skies by the Olo'eyktan." He explained quickly as your group started to ascend the spiral I'm the middle of the tree. You started to hear the gas canisters be unleashed inside and the others started to turn back to try and help, but you stopped them.

"No, we must continue. They're trying to empty the tree before they destroy it." You tell them and Tsu'tey accepts this explanation and orders everyone to continue up. The group is barely three-quarters of the way to the top when they start firing explosives. "Run now!" Everyone starts putting all that they've got into getting to the top when it goes eerily quiet. You continue to usher everyone forward and you succeeded in getting everyone to the top. You all mount your ikran's when the tree starts to groan. Everyone takes off as quickly as possible and you sigh in relief when all the hunters make it clear. You watch in horror as the tree falls and wipe your eyes of the gathered tears.

"We must go to the Tree of Souls." Tsu'tey orders everyone but you shake your head.

"I am going to see if there are survivors and if they need help." You tell him and he nods. A few of the others decide to stay with you to help. You're walking through the aftermath seeing people that were taken too early. Men, women, children. You stop as you hear sniffling up ahead and crouched under a fallen branch and find a little boy clutching his mother's arm. He's crying and trying to get her to wake up, but she was gone. You kneel next to him and place a hand on his shoulder. He turns quickly obviously startled by your sudden presence.

"Please... Please help my mother." He says desperately but you frown and lightly pet his head.

"She has returned to the Great Mother." You tell him softly and he hugs your middle while crying and yelling in anguish. "We should get you to the Tree of Souls." You tell him but he doesn't respond he just holds you tighter. You pull him off of you long enough to scoop him up into your arms with his little arms wrapped around your neck. You meet up with the other hunters and discover only one other had found a survivor. She had to be no more than 14 and she was injured badly.

"We must get them back to the Tsahík." Tak said and got on his ikran. You mounted yours and your group was on its way to your new home. When you landed and dismounted your ikran you looked around you at the devastated people. People who had lost parents, children, lovers, and friends. You immediately felt the weight of the guilt you carried slam onto your shoulders with unbearable weight. Your ears folded back in shame and you felt your knees start to buckle, but pushed through the astounding weight. This little boy needed Mo'at and you'd be damned if you let him down... Any of them down again. You pushed forward until you were infront of Mo'at.

"I found him at Hometree... His mother is with Eywa." You tell her and she takes him from you. You hear an older woman yelling out and you turn around to find what the source was. The woman was pushing a younger man forward and when he got to the front of the crowd he became nearly boneless.

"Tiranì! Setxá!" He yells happily as he runs to what you assume are his children. Mo'at is tending to the young girl's wounds and the boy jumps up at the sound of his name.

"Ma Sempul!" He cries out and runs to his father. "Sa'nu.... She is-"

"I know. I know itan." He says to his son and looks up at you from the ground. "Thank you for bringing my children home." Your ears folded back and your tail hung limp between your legs.

"It was the least I could do." You tell him softly and turn to leave but a hand on your elbow stopped you from leaving.

"Stay child. Commune with the Great Mother." Mo'at says and you relent. "You were not involved in JakeSulí's wrongs. So you should not feel the terrible weight of his guilt."

"But I am tawtute. A human. A sky demon." You tell her and she shakes her head.

"Eywa did not allow you to return to your human body for a reason. You have never been tawtute. Not in her eyes, and not in mine." She tells you and you allow your tears to fall. She guides you to the tree and has you sit down and you abide by her wishes. "May the Great Mother allow you to see you through our eyes." Mo'at takes your queue and connects it to the tree. You don't hear her start to lead the clan in song as you're connected to the tree.

Suddenly you were sitting in the mess hall back at Hells Gate and whoever you were looked up at... You.

"She's perfect." The voice echoes through your mind as though it was a thought of this person. "I know I came here for the Avatar program but it had more rewards than just knowledge."

"Hey Norm." Norm that's who you were. "Norm you okay? You sort of spaced out there."

"Oh, yeah. Yeah, I'm good. Just got lost in thought." He says and you smile and chuckle.

"Well, that much was obvious, skxawng." You tell him and he laughs. The point of view changes and now you're looking at your Na'vi body as it seizes on the ground.

"Eywa has blessed the clan with this tawtute." You recognize Eytukan's voice. "She will make a decent mate for Tsu'tey." He tells Mo'at who shakes her head.

"She may be a blessing, but she is already mated. Neytiri made that very clear during their training. She was destined for the Norm she speaks so often of." Mo'at tells Eytukan who huffs. The view infront of you swirls again and you're feeling slightly sick from the movement, but you hold out. You're running through the forest looking ahead at yourself and Neytiri.

"For someone who never went through boot camp, she keeps up with the natives well. She might be demanding... Both of them are demanding but I can see why her dad wanted to keep her out of the reach of this mission. She's too pure-hearted, too kind. She is alot like the people. Attached to the land." His thoughts are cut off before he can continue a thought.

"Come on marine! You're falling behind!" You call out and Neytiri chuckles at your teasing.

"Not my fault the two of you are so fast." He breathes heavily and you laugh and so does Neytiri. Your vision clears entirely until you're standing at the base of the Tree of Souls. None of the clan is here as they were when you were attached to the tree.

"My child." You heard a voice that sounded suspiciously like Mo'at and Grace and you looked around you. "You are one of my children. You have been since your birth."

"But I was born on Earth." You rebuttal.

"And I was there. Your father's attraction to your mother was no mistake. He was destined to create his own salvation both in you and young Miles." She says and you sigh.

"But it is my people who brought this pain and destruction to your children." You still argue and she lets out a sigh.

"That may be true, but many of your people are tawtute. Many of your people are my children. Your mate, JakeSulí, Max, and Grace. You're all my children, but you must See yourself as you See others. You will know your purpose when the time arrives, as will your father, but do not be afraid. You are aware of your dilemma, and you know of future events. Better than even my Tsahík, Mo'at. Return now. You are needed." That's the last thing you hear before you're able to disconnect your queue on your own. Neytiri notices this and rushes to your side.

"(Y/n). Are you alright?" She asks you and you look down and nod. She lifts your head by your chin. "I See you." She says and you pull her into a hug.

"I See you, Neytiri." You tell her and she yips in excitement. You get up and turn to Tsu'tey. "I See you, Olo'eyktan. I stand before you as one of your people and vow to serve them and you until my last breath." You tell him and he seems pleased with your words. He turns away from you to face his people.

"I, Tsu'tey, Olo'eyktan of the Omatikaya people, place (Y/n) in her rightful place of High Warrior." He tells the people and you stare at him shocked. Mo'at drew the V on your forehead to show you passed your iknimaya. Then, Mo'at hands Tsu'tey a bowl with red liquid in it and he steps up infront of you. "You have passed your iknimaya, you have devoted yourself to the people, and you have shown selfless acts of kindness and bravery." Tsu'tey traces the V with the red paint. He gives you a small smile when he turns you both to face the people. Mo'at takes the paint and sets it to the side. Tsu'tey takes your left hand in his right and holds it up in the air. The people cheered and yipped in excitement and you smiled widely as you looked out over the people-your people. All good moments must come to an end though as a giant shadow passes over everyone. As Toruk comes closer you notice he has a rider and you gape at Neytiri.

"Toruk Makto?" You ask her and she nods in a daze. When he lands and Jake steps off of him and you scoff out a chuckle. "Skxawng." You say under your breath as he makes his way to you and the others. Neytiri meets him at the bottom of the roots of the Tree of Souls. Tsu'tey seems to be on edge as he looks between Jake and Toruk. So you reach out a hand and place it on his shoulder to calm him. It seems to work some, but he remains on alert. You remove your hand from Tsu'tey's shoulder when Jake makes his way toward the two of you. You stand off to the side and behind Tsu'tey as Jake speaks to him. You're fairly impressed by how well he speaks and how formal he's being.

"Tsu'tey, Olo'eyktan of the Omatikaya, I stand before you ready to serve the people." Jake says and switches to English. "You are a strong warrior and a wise leader."

"JakeSulì, I will fly with you." Tsu'tey says and Jake nods.

"I need your help. Grace is injured." Jake says and Mo'at steps forward.

"Bring her to me." She tells him and he leaves to go get her and the clan starts preparing for the ritual. When Jake returns he's carrying Grace in his arms and when he sets her down you stand next to her. You take her hand in yours and she smiles up at you.

"Seems someone is important now." She says when she notices the paint adorning your forehead.

"Save your strength, Grace." You tell her and help situate her. You stand next to Jake and feel a hand run up your side and it settles on your shoulder. You look to your right and find Norm looking at Grace terrified of what might happen next. You hold his hand that's resting on your shoulder to comfort both him and yourself. In a different circumstance, you would admire the tribe working in unison to save someone. However, you couldn't. Grace was the first thing that you had that was close to a real mother. Mo'at suddenly stops and turns around to look at Grace, but she turned over to look at you. She reached for your hand and you accepted quickly and she smiled.

"I'm with her." She cuts her eyes over to Jake still smiling. "She's real." She started to turn onto her side since her wounds had taken their toll. You felt the air leave your lungs and Jake took your place when you backed up. Norm took you into his arms to comfort you and when Jake stood up he looked pissed and broken. You allowed Norm to hold you close to hide your sullen expression. You hear Jake start talking and Tsu'tey interpreting for him. You turn your attention to what was being said and you had to give it to Jake. He knew how to incite the masses to a cause. After he was done everyone ran to their mounts. Whether it be ikrans or pali we flew out into the night. After a couple of days, 15 clans were converging on the Tree of Souls and you were finally able to rest. Jake and Norm stopped you from going to your sleeping spot. You turn to them upset because you were exhausted and wanted to rest.

"(Y/n) we need you to come with us for a bit." Norm says and you take on a look of confusion, but relent and follow them. You ride pali following Jake with Norm riding behind you. When you break the treeline to a small clearing you see a very familiar Amp suit and the shack. You jump off your pali and look at the two men in shock. The door to the shack opens and your Dad walks out smiling at you sheepishly. You breakdown and make your way over to him and embrace him in a hug.

"Hey, baby girl." He says quietly and you bury your eyes in his neck while sitting on your knees infront of him. "I'm so sorry about Augustine. I tried to protect them. I really did."

"I love you Dad." You whispered to him and he sighs heavily and tightens his hold on you.

"I love you too sweetheart." He whispers back with the same intensity of a distressed parent. "When Sully and Augustine came back from the link and told me you were still in your avatar I was so relieved. I was terrified Simmens had killed ya and I couldn't take it."

"You broke his nose Quaritch." Jake chuckles at the memory and Norm nods as well. You look over at your dad's Amp suit and an idea strikes.

"Tell me, Dad. How would you feel about a bit of Na'vi blue?" You ask him and he seems confused but Jake and Norm catch onto what you're saying. Norm gets the paint and the four of you paint your Dad's suit in preparation for the upcoming attack. Neytiri ends up joining the group at the shack and she starts braiding your hair and you braid Norms. After she was done with your hair and you were done with Norms, the both of you start on Jake's hair. When you finished with that you turned and found your dad and Norm talking and joking together. Jake nudged you as he watched them interact and Neytiri still seemed upset with your dad. Which was understandable. Your Dad cuts his eyes over to you and motions for Norm to follow over. He sighs and turns to Neytiri looking up at her with a solemn expression.

"I'm sorry for my actions in the past. I did horrible things and deep down I knew I shouldn't have, but I was so focused on my own life and my paycheck." He grabbed your hand and started to rub your arm the way he used to rub your shoulder as a kid. "I was so focused on providing for my daughter and didn't think about how my actions would affect others. I'm so sorry for doing what I did to your sister." He apologizes to her genuinely but Neytiri still seemed angry with him. Very understandable.

"I'll prove it through my actions for however long I've got left. I know an apology isn't enough but I'm hoping my service will prove I've changed over time. It just took someone as stubborn and hot-headed as me to see things from your point of view." He says as he looks up at you with a look full of adoration. Unknown to you Neytiri and Jake were having a silent conversation behind you. All noise from everyone in the group was cut short when you see the familiar glow of a singular atokorina. It floated down and lands on your and your dad's connected hands and floats away again.

"I will give you a chance, but I do not trust you. I will also be watching you." Neytiri says with distaste and your Dad nods.

"I understand." He finally tells her and Neytiri and Jake leave probably to have some time alone together. "Why don't you and your boyfriend get some time together? We've got a big day tomorrow. Goodnight sweetpea." He turns and goes back into the shack and you turn toward Norm.

"Why don't we go and spend some time together?" You ask him and both of you ride back to the Tree of Souls and find the spot you'd been sleeping in. You both lay down and Norm presents his queue and you connect them. This was a different kind of intimacy from what it had been when you first mated. This was comfort in silence and happiness of the presence of the other. Sleep came to you quickly from the busy last few days and Norm followed shortly after.

You were flying on Tsu'tey's left as you, Jake, Neytiri, and Tsu'tey flew into battle. You stayed as calm as you could since you didn't want your ikran to be anxious. You were saddened by the fact that you couldn't appreciate flying right now. This was your dream. To fly on an ikran with friends and you were but this wasn't just another hunting party. This was war. Norm was on the ground with your dad and Trudy was in the skies with you. Things were moving far too quickly and you couldn't stand the beautiful mountains being the scene of war. You were separated from Jake and Neytiri but had been able to stay close to Tsu'tey. He split off from you to attack the open ramp of the carrier with the bombs on board. You tried to follow but an enemy Samson spotted you and went after you. So to protect Tsu'tey's mission you led it away. You weren't fast enough to evade it though since they shot Mack. Your beloved ikran veered closer to the ground and you understood that he wanted you to jump off of him. So you did and immediately went to his side but he was gone. You rested your forehead against his muzzle and pet his head as a goodbye. The com buzzed to life and you tuned in to listen.

"Seze is dead." Neytiri spoke to Jake and you grabbed your fallen bow.

"Mack is gone too." You tell them and you catch sight of movement ahead of you. You lower down to get a look at who it was and to your surprise it was Lyle and a few other romping through the foliage trying to find your dad. They were calling out his name as they searched and you finally stood up to allow them to see you. Lyle immediately aims at you but you roll your eyes.

"Really Wainfleet? Didn't take you for the dick-sucking type." You spit at him and he lowers his gun.

"If we had the time and the transportation we would've followed your dad out here." Lyle tells you and you look at the others curiously.

"And them?" You ask him.

"Mansk, Zdinarsk, and Ja too." He tells you and you turn around.

"Then let's go." You tell them and they start following you through the forest. You end up finding Neytiri and your dad as they're fighting a group of RDA soldiers. Your group joins in and starts helping get rid of them. Their numbers seem to start dwindling but you had already lost Z-Dog, Ja, and Mansk. Lyle goes next and it's now just you, Neytiri, and your Dad. You don't notice one of the downed soldiers aiming at you until it's too late. The pain is excruciating but you notch an arrow and fire it at him. The damage had been done because you fell to the ground dropping your bow in the process. Your Dad notices your state and runs to your side. In his Amp suit he was able to pick you up to gold you closer.

"Sweetpea... Baby girl just stay with me and we'll get ya help." He says through tears but you could taste the iron of your blood already starting to rise through your throat. So you point to his chest.

"P-prot-ect... them." You struggle to finish your sentence through the stutter of your breathing and the pain. Your vision goes white and your chest stills once you release your last breath. Your father releases a shaky pained sob and gently sets you back down. He was currently in the middle of an active battlefield and he had a promise to uphold. Neytiri was still nearby as she fought what was left of the group of soldiers and your Dad felt fire run through his veins. He grabbed his discarded gun and ran to her aid. There were only five left after he killed the last one in an Amp suit. However, now he was more aware of his surroundings. Making sure none of the fallen were still alive to ensure Neytiri's survival. So when he saw a soldier in her blind spot he didn't hesitate. He pushed her down and out of the way as he suffered the same fate as you. But if he had one motto it was 'if you're going to hell, take as many with you as possible'. So he leveled his gun and mowed down what was left of the group. He fell not even 20 feet away from you and Neytiri seeing no threat finally went to check on him. But she was greeted by his blank stare and she ran to your unmoving body to find the same thing.

"Ma Jake..." She says solemnly.

"Colonel Simmens is dead. Tell me you guys have good news." Jake says into the com.

"Some of Miles's men joined us in battle, but they're gone. So is Miles and (Y/n)." She tells her mate.

"What?" Jake was in denial and with Norm standing only a few feet away from him with no communication he just froze. "You're sure?" He finally asks her.

"Yes. Neither are breathing or moving. What about Tsu'tey?" She asks him.

"Gone as well." Jake tells her and she feels her shoulders slump. Too many losses. "I'll talk to him and come to you in a bit." Jake begrudgingly turns to Norm and gulps down the lump in his throat.

"Norm... You might want to sit down."

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karume-everything-else · 1 year

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Day 20 "You're bleeding..."

Reader x Raditz [DBZ]

You could never get a grasp on why all the Saiyans, especially the pure blooded ones, all loved to fight so much. Then again, here you were dating one, trying to figure out wedding plans by asking Chi-Chi and Bulma how they managed the stress.

They both gave sympathetic looks and horror stories about how stubborn and hard-headed their own husbands were, and that was fine. You were actually kinda use to this by now.

But it didn't make it any easier.

Though, looking out a clear sky made you miss the moon. You didn't really have any true connection to it, and like most people who got too close to the truth you were told why the moon had to be destroyed. But that meant Raditz would be out fighting something until the sun came back up.

Not like he didn't just stay out fighting, but there was something about nights like these where you knew he wouldn't come home at all. Then it hit you, the realization that tonight would have been a full moon. It made a little sense, given Vegeta's constant grumbling about the children having tails. But to your knowledge, Raditz didn't have one.

It had been cut off back before he met you.

Just as you were about to go to bed, the front door slammed open. Fearing the worst, you armed yourself with a wooden bat. It was still dark, you couldn't see what you were swinging at but...

"AURGH!"

You dropped the bat... or what was left in your hands. Why would Raditz be storming in right now? Why wouldn't he have said anything? You thought he would have been able to see you, or block the attack since he could just sense things.

Flipping the lights one, you were mortified to see the gaping wound on Raditz's side. Before you could run off to get bandages however, he latched onto your arm. Pulling you close and trying his darndest to kiss you.

"Raditz!"

You struggled to break his grip, not that you weren't okay with this... but now was not the time.

"Raditz, let go! You're bleeding, badly!"

"It's just a flesh wound." He doubled his effort to hold your close, "I'll be perfectly fine. Please?"

"You need to be bandaged first."

"But--!"

"No cuts, no buts, no coconuts." You had no choice but to fight dirty and pull a splinter from the would, forcing him to see how injured he was, "You need to he patched up first."

#x reader #dbz fandom #dbz raditz #raditz #raditz x reader #angstuary 2023

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ritsuuu-0206 · 1 year

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"Guess who?"

Beatrice was reading a book when hands covered her eyes from behind. She smiles fondly, knowing that voice anywhere.

"You'll have to do better if that's your plan on scaring me, love."

Ava giggles, her hands moving to wrap around Beatrice's shoulders. She leans in to kiss her cheek playfully, nuzzling her after. "I doubt I could scare you but it's worth a try~"

Beatrice stares at the cloth in her hands. "You want me to wrap this around my eyes?" She raises an eyebrow at Ava, who's trying her best to contain her excitement.

"Yes! We have a surprise for you so you have to put it on!"

"You do know that telling me that defeats the purpose of a surprise?" At Beatrice's words, Ava pouts with a frown.

"Well, you haven't seen what it is so you'll be surprised anyways." She huffs. "Hurry put the blindfold on so we can get going!"

Beatrice holds the cloth out to Ava. "Will you help me put it on?" Ava takes the cloth and straddles Beatrice. She tilts her head up and gently places it over her eyes, bringing the ends to the back of her head and tying a knot. Ava finds it hot looking down at Beatrice while she's blindfolded. She leans in to peck her lips quickly, grinning when Beatrice moves to chase her lips when she pulls back.

"Maybe we should use this tonight?" Ava wants to kiss Beatrice again when she nods, a blush on her cheeks as what must undoubtedly be a thought of what could happen tonight enters her mind. She wants to tease her more but they do have a party to attend, so Ava will be patient. "I'll make this the best birthday you ever had." She whispers into Beatrice's ear, relishing how Beatrice shudders.

Beatrice doesn't know how long the bag has been over her head. She's tied to a chair, breathing quick and shallow as it hurts to breathe normally. Her captors didn't go easy on her and they probably cracked a rib but no matter how painful the beating was, Beatrice wouldn't give up any information.

It felt like an eternity in the darkness and she couldn't be more happy than to see Ava and her sisters when the bag is removed. The brightness of the room blinded her momentarily but she smiles at the sight of Ava, who cups her cheek with a shaky hand to guide her gaze towards her.

"I'm sorry we took so long. We'll get you home and patched up so stay awake for me, okay?" Ava's voice is cracking, tears brimming in her eyes. It makes Beatrice hurt to see Ava barely holding herself together. She manages a nod as they lift her carefully, bringing her to the van.

Beatrice couldn't see. Her eyes are in pain and her head is throbbing. She could feel something tight wrapped around her head. Everything hurts and it's dark and the increasing rate of the heart monitor does nothing to help.

"Ava..?" She manages to whisper through her hyperventilation. She needs to see Ava. She can't remember what happened and she needs to know if Ava is safe, she needs-

"Bea!" She hears Ava's voice, feels Ava grasping her hand. "Beatrice, I need you to breathe. I'm here, listen to my voice."

Beatrice tries to focus on Ava's voice. She breathes in and out with Ava's guide, listening to the beeping becoming steady once again.

"Ava, what happened..? Are you hurt? Is everyone safe?" Beatrice asks once she's calm enough. She feels Ava's hands tighten momentarily.

"I'm fine, all healed by the halo." She chokes out. "Everyone is safe. Injured, but alive." Beatrice hears Ava inhale deeply. "You're not injured badly, but... Your eyes... The doctor said that the cut is deep and you'll never be able to see again... I'm sorry.. if only I was faster, I could have saved you."

She feels droplets on her hand as Ava's voice turns shaky. She processes the words, letting it sink in. She'll never see again. She'll never be able to see Ava or her sisters again. She's now useless in the field, and will never be able to fight alongside Ava.

She chokes on her sobs, the reality of her situation crashing down.

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twary · 2 years

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aaa hello! congrats on reaching 350, here's to moreee \(^o^)/ ((I really enjoyed reading your sdc works, they just make my day waaaaa 🥺❤️))

for the love confession prompt, may I request number 11 ("I don't know what the future holds. all I know is that I hope you're in it.") for Kakyoin? SFW would be nice, but honestly I'm alright with anything you end up with when working on the prompt! 🥰

I hope you have a great day/night ahead of you!!! 💖💖💖

AAAAAAA THANK UUUUU <3 Knowing that my writing makes you happy is just wonderful 🥺😭✨

Also, thanks for the lovely request, i think it's the first one with our precious cherry boy!🍒💚

And i think that i have just the right scenario for this! Hope ur having a good day/night too darling (❁´◡`❁)

~The prompt list is closed for now, but you still can make general requests!~

TW: sdc alternative ending and spoilers

"I don't know what the future holds. All I know is that I hope you're in it." x Kakyoin

Cut for length~

The journey was finally over, Dio was defeated, but at what cost? Much was lost, especially friends; Avdol and Iggy were dead and Kakyoin was badly injured, it is not possible to know if he will get out of this. Right now he is in a helicopter on his way to one of the SPW hospitals.

The situation was heartbroken, it's clear as water to the crusaders that you like Noriaki. You always had feelings for him and never had the chance to talk to him, it couldn't end like this! You basically begged to be taken to the hospital where he would be staying, but Polnareff stopped you.

"(Y/N), we know how you're feeling right now and that you want to do something to help him, i want too! But...Unfortunately the only thing we can do now is wait and see how things unfold."

You're desperate, but he's right…

A few weeks passed, you, Joseph and Jotaro had already returned to Japan and Polnareff was already in his home country, France. Kakyoin didn't leave your mind even for a second, you wanted to visit him, even if it's to see the worst, you can't stand being in this agonizing situation anymore!

You were doing some dishes when the phone rang:

"HE'S AWAKE?!"

It was from the hospital that Kakyoin was staying at, they gave you the best news you could ever want: Kakyoin was alive and conscious. You didn't even bother to hang up the phone, you just ran out of the house to go to the hospital. Finally, after so much anguish, you could see him, talk to him, hug him!

When you arrived at the hospital you were already out of breath, U don't think you've ever gotten anywhere in such a hurry as today. You also expected to find the crusaders, or at least Jotaro, but there was only you waiting to see him, were they notified before you?

"(L/N) Isn't it? You can come in now, please."

Well, it doesn't matter now, the nurse has finally called your name.

"I'll get some medicine that the patient will need to take, I'll be back in a few moments, feel free to talk to him."

She gets out of the room and let you in. The tears were almost instant when you laid eyes on him.

"Kakyoin!" Your voice is shaky.

You ran towards him and took his hand, as happy as you were to see him, you didn't know what had happened to his body, it was better not to risk hurting him.

"Haha, i've missed you too (Y/N)"

He is smiling, oh god! How much you missed that smile!

"There, there...No need to cry, hm?"

"No need? I couldn't stop thinking about you at any time! oh my god i'm so happy to see you again!"

You take his hand to your face.

"It's so good to know you're okay..."

Little tears are falling down. With his thumb he caresses your face. There is a small moment of silence.

"Oh, right, you've already saw Jotaro and the others right? I bet you were really happy to see them too! Everyone was worried about you, the situation was very agonizing."

"Well, actually you are the first person who came to see me"

"What?! They didn't want to see you?!"

"No, no, no, it's nothing like this! I just wanted to see you first, the others still don't know about me..."

You stop for a moment.

"I wanted to talk to you first..."

He removes the blanket from his lap and lifts his shirt a little, revealing a large scar.

"Look, I ended up suffering very severe injuries from the fight against Dio, my condition is rpomissive, but the doctors don't know if I'll be able to do some things again like I was before, such as standing or walking...I'm trying to be positive, but this got me very worried, actually. So...I don't know what the future holds."

It hits you really hard, your head is down. But then he finishes his sentence.

"All I know is that I hope you're in it."

You look again at him "What...?"

He giggles a little nervous.

"You know, that day after using Hierophant for the last time and feeling my eyes closing, many things went through my head, one of them was you. actually the main one was you."

You are a little confused, he can see it in your expression.

"W-What i'm trying to say is...I never had the chance to tell you how i feel, I didn't want to go before saying that…That I fell in love with you...I never felt the things you made me feel in just 50 days. I even told Hierophant about you, haha!"

"At that time when the doctors were fighting to save me I was fighting to be able to see you again. I'm glad that i did it..." He looks at you with soft eyes. "I'm glad that i meet you, (Y/N)"

He holds your hand and gently pulls you towards him. Your faces are really close, you can feel his warmth"

"I'm really glad..." His voice is low.

Kakyoin's lips finally meet yours. The kiss is slow, soft yet passionate...He is taking his sweet time, it seems like he was waiting for this moment for long. When the kiss end you're both breathless, Kakyoin turns red when see you like this.

"S-Sorry, it lasted longer than I had predicted"

You're still holding hands.

"I don't mind doing it again, ya know?" You approach him again.

"Sorry for the wait, they're organizing the stock, it's a mess- Oh! Am i interrupting something?~"

The nurse was by the door with some medicines in hand, she has a suggestive smile on her face.

You jump out of your place "N-No! there's nothing to be interrupted!"

You're as red as Kakyoin. You two exchange glances for a second and let out little giggles.

Oh, heaven knows how much you missed that smile.

#kakyoin x reader #jjba kakyoin #kakyoin lives #jojo kakyoin #kakyoin imagines #kakyoin scenarios #kakyoin headcanons #noriaki x reader #noriaki kakyoin #jjba headcanons #jojo's bizarre adventure #jjba stardust crusaders #jjba part 3 #kakyoin x y/n #kakyoin noriaki #stardust crusaders #jjba prompt #writing prompt #kakyoin x you

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undertheknightwing · 2 years

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Cods, I will gladly listen to any of your au headcanons!!!!

I'll go with the Solarshot au because I need to develop it more!

- the au starts a few months after season 2 ended and unlike canon, Jon's struggles and feelings did not magically disappear, they're the main driving force for his decision.

even with Ally defeated and the two worlds unmerged, Jon's life only seemed to get worse. He's been outcasted by the entire the tower and banned from playing football for using x-k, bullied at school, and with Jordan taking up his new role as Superboy beside their father, Jon found himself alone most days. He knows without powers he'll never been a top priority to his father and to his mother, he thinks she'll never truly see him the same again. All of those thoughts mixed with ones about believing his parents don't truly love him because he's no longer the "perfect" son they made him to be, he eventually gave up on Smallville and decided it was his time to leave because if Clark could leave when he was his age to find himself and be happier, why can't Jon?

because he knew for a fact his parents wouldn't let him leave even if he told them how miserable he is, Jon writes his family a very long letter explaining how he feels, why leaving is the only thing that feels right to do, and sticks to his bedroom door, then heads off with everything he might need in a dufflebag to the one place he ever felt at home, like he was somebody and not just "Superman's disappointment of a son".. Metropolis.

- in Metropolis, Jon accidentally gets tangled up in the huge mess that is the Titans (who's road trip ended up in Metropolis in the middle of trying to take down Brother Blood, who's transformed into a demonic dragon creature through absorbing Rachel's abilities. In the chaos, Jon 'sacrifices' himself to save a family who got caught up in the destruction and gets seriously injured. He gains consciousness once while the battle is going on to see that he's been dragged into a building and away from the battle, only able to see a blurry image of an animal near him before passing out again.

- the next time he wakes up and stays awake is in Titans Tower's infirmary and the first thing he sees is a green parrot perched on the bed's headboard, looking at him and flapping it's wings and squawking before flying out of the room. The parrot returns minutes later but on a adult man's shoulder.

Jonathan learns about the Titans and who they are as a superhero team while he stays in the infirmary to recover from injuries. He ends up telling Dick and Kory why he was in Metropolis in the first place, explaining his situation (without the Superman part of course) and asks if they know somewhere he can go. Dick and Kory's response is not only unrelated to his question but leaves him unable to speak, they ask him "You're kryptonian, aren't you?" then explain how they could tell by the blood tests they ran on him.

So this doesn't get too long, I'll wrap it up:

- Having to staying over a week at Titans Tower makes Jon realize he wants to join their team but still believes he's worthless without powers and that's what he tells the Titans, who (to his surprise) laugh and ask him "who told you that? you don't need powers to help people." then Dick and Tim reveal that they're both humans who use tech/weapons and combat training as their 'powers' and that Dick could train Jon.. if he wanted to join them, that is.

- if it wasn't obvious by reading the others, Gar stuck around Jon while he was in the infirmary. In the battle with Brother Blood, Beast Boy went to save that family Jon ended up saving but got distracted trying to protect himself from one of Blood's demons attempting to drain his blood but blames himself for Jon getting harmed so badly anyway. So he promised to not leave the "blonde guy" 's side until he recovered to hopefully make up for not being to protect him before.

If you wanna know anything more about this au like Jon as Solarshot and when Jon and Jordan eventually meet again after five years of being separated.

The fics I have planned for this au are one about that ^ Jon and Jordan meeting again and a future-ish one where Jon returns to Smallville but doesn't go alone, he brings his son along 😌

Hopefully you didn't mind the blabbing 😅

#cods.talkin #superman and lois #titans #titans/superman and lois #solarshot au #jonathan kent #gar logan #dick grayson #kory anders

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bowandcurtsey · 2 years

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Pls pls Natch, Mars and Licht with a badly injured reader 😭

Hello bby!! Thanks for requesting this! *rubs palms together* this is an interesting one!

Lotsa Nacht recently! I’m lovin it!

I'm not sure if this is what you're looking for Anony.. There are a lot of aspects to badly injured reader.. Like how they would take care of them or how they were to react at first hand.. but you could read the "reckless" series in my little map, because it is very very similar to this! I put the link under Mars Hcs!

Nacht | Mars | Licht x f! Reader

Nacht Faust

Nacht had already heard of the news from Yami even before you came home. He was already waiting at the hospital when you arrived, almost lifeless.

We seldom see Nacht lose his composure, but that day he stood there, eyes widened, mouth slightly agape as the healing mages fought to save your life that was hanging on thin thread.

"she'll.. be ok Nacht." Yami put a hand on his shoulder. They both got into a scuffle because Nacht blamed Yami for letting you go on that mission.

After the entire bulls came in to pull the both of them apart and two bruised faced captain and vice capt later, they both sat in the hospital, waiting for Dr Owen to deliver the news.

Thankfully, you pulled through, but you were very badly injured.

Nacht sat by the side of your bed, never leaving your side. He sat there quietly, stroking your hair or drawing meaningless shapes on your skin.

When you finally woke up, he pulled you into a hug so tightly and you swore you saw some tears in the corner of his eyes.

Yami told you about the scuffle and of course Nacht got scolded by you, *cues the death stare from Nacht to Yami* and then you gave Nacht the death stare for that too. It's just hella dramatic with the two guys.

But anyway, Nacht will refuse to let you leave him side for awhile. Of course you're not allowed on missions for awhile and after that, you're only allowed to go with him. He'll only relent if Asta is around because he only trusts Asta (not his skills but his reliability).

Nacht will also refuse to go on missions for awhile and Yami could not do anything about that. It was understood that you came first and are his first priority above anything else.

While you were recuperating, and you needed anything, he would grab it for you. He wouldn't allow you to even lift a finger. He would even tie your hair for you. If you needed to go anywhere, you travelled by his shadows.

You knew that he felt guilty for letting you get injured so badly even though it was not his fault at all, you insisted on going to that mission. So you let him do whatever he wanted without protesting.

It was useless to protest against Nacht anyway.

Mars

(i did something really similar with Mars earlier, you can find it HERE)

This man was really soft and gentle despite his looks and his loud and rowdy self. He helped clean you up, not missing any part of your body, even the between of your toes. He washed and brushed your hair, even blow drying it for you afterwards.

He fed you, and blew onto the food to make sure it wasn't too hot. He covered the blankets for you and made sure you were tucked in properly so you wouldn't get a cold.

Basically you were like a baby during that period.

He chided you a little whenever the topic of you getting injured was brought up. But you could see from the look in his eyes that he was so sad and worried for you.

He would carry you bridal style whenever you wanted to go somewhere. Even when you got better, he would piggyback you around.

After the incident, he was just more protective of you, he would make extra sure that you wouldn't come to any harms' way. Even when you went out in large crowds, he would stand in front of you and hold your hand firmly, making sure nobody would even touch a single strand of hair on you.

If anyone was so much as careless around you, they would get the stare from Mars or a little tsk from him. If they almost hurt you, he would scowl and scold them, regardless of who they are.

"hey watch where you're going when you're carrying so many stuffs, brat."

You had to calm him down everytime and remind him not to be too over protective towards you.

"I can't help it babe, you have no idea-" he would always stop mid sentence and shake his head, shaking away the unwanted memories and what ifs that he was scared to even think about.

But you knew; you heard from everyone about how Mars shed a few tears outside the hospital room while waiting for you and how Mars was so anxious when he heard the news of you getting badly injured.

So you let him be just that extra protective over you.

Licht

The elf king broke into tears when he saw you in a pool of blood. His hands pressed onto your wound to stop as much blood flow as he possibly could. He begged his healing elfs to save your life.

He let out a sigh of relief when you were out of the danger zone.

when you gained consciousness, he chided and nagged at you for being careless and to always ask for help whenever possible instead of always doing everything by yourself.

He wouldn't stop nagging at you for about a week, when you finally got a little upset at his reprimands.

As the king of elfs, he seldom ordered anyone around, he preferred to be friends with all his elfs. So when it came to taking care of you, he politely asked everyone if they could come and check up on you.

Of course every one did come in to help with whatever they could; Licht and you were so kind, so everyone was willing to help him and you. The amount of "help" you received were a little embarrassing.

People came to visit you multiple times a day, the doctors, caretakers, nurses, and also gifts.. Breads, flowers, pastries, it was never ending until you had to tell them you were fully recovered now and they could stop gifting things over.

He had his king duties to attend to, but everyone could tell that he was distracted. But they were understanding and told him to spend more time with you.

So he did. He was with you all the time, keeping you company, telling you stories and just making sure that you were well fed and pampered.

He personally changed your bandages for you and encouraged you to go to therapy so you could recover faster.

He would be reluctant to send you in to any fights or battles again. You most probably have to live the rest of your life as Queen to the elf king and just be spoilt by this man.

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hyunsuks-beanie · 3 years

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It'll Always Be You

Lee Felix × reader; angst, but with a fluffy ending; 2923 words; lovers to exes and back

A/N So Felix has me feeling all sorts of things today, bc of how good he looked during the performance. So here's a scenario for our Sunshine!

"Here's your order and have a nice day," you smile to the female customer in front of you, before handing a pack of cookies to her child. Once the leave, you let out a sigh and look at your best friend who's cleaning the counter next to you. "All done for today!," you exclaim, to which your friend looks up and smiles, before taking off and folding her apron. "So, what are your plans for tonight?," she asks, making you give her a knowing look. She to her eyes before saying, "How long are you gonna stay cooped up inside your house? The break up was two years ago for heaven's sake, you need to start living your life again." "Hey, I am living my life, it's just that, unlike you, I am not interested in going out and meeting new people every day. I meet enough strangers while working here, so there's no need to go clubbing daily," you shrug.

When all she does in reply is pout, you chuckle and say, "Okay, how about we go for a movie tomorrow? My treat." Her face lights up at that, and she gives you a tight hug before saying, "I really want to meet your ex once though, just so I can break his nose." You giggle "Oh he's dead and gone."

Oh, if only you knew.

Once you send your friend off, you start tidying up your little bakery up. This was the place that helped you get over your breakup, which had been messy to say the least. You had immersed yourself fully in your work, because you knew it was one thing that would never hurt you or break your trust.

You sigh lovingly at the memories of setting up and running your bakery, turning your back against the front door. And just as you are reminiscing you hear the door open, causing you to turn. The moment you do so, however, you regret it, because standing there, staring at you wide-eyed, is your ex, otherwise known as Stray Kids' Lee Felix. You both continue to stare at each other for a while, before he finally breaks the silence (and your trance) by whispering, "Y/N."

You clear your throat, and say, "I'm sorry, but we're closed for the day." He rushes to the and hurriedly replies, "Please, it's rather urgent. My friend Hyunjin is really craving some blueberry pie, and he refuses fo join practice before I bring him what he wants." "I told you, I'm sorry, but I can't help you today. You can come back tomorrow though," you say, not looking into his eyes. "Please Y/N, Chan hyung is getting really angry, he's gonna ground me along with Hyunjin," Felix reasons, and you find yourself giving in to his pleading eyes and pouty lips.

"Fine, wait a minute," you say, making him crack a smile. Boy have you missed that smile of his, you think, before mentally slapping yourself for still not being able to resist him, even though he broke your heart to pieces when he broke up with you over the phone two years ago, telling you that he could no longer do long distance with you being all the way in Australia. It wasn't the breakup that hurt you though, it was the fact that he had found someone better and closer to him, or so he said.

Little did you know, though, that the company had he had never really found anyone else, that he didn't want to find anyone else. The company had made him lie to you when they came to know he was secretly dating. He tried to put up a fight, but the company started threatening him about the group facing consequences. He knew you'd see right through him if he told you the truth, so he had to lie to you in order to make you hate him, just so you could move on in life. He meant well, but he never knew he hurt you so bad that you'd give up on dating and love altogether.

"Here you go," you say while handing him his parcel. He thanks you, while contemplating if he should make small talk. Mustering up the courage, he asks, "How have you been?", while looking down. "Fine," you reply, "Congrats on the comeback." His head snaps up at that, as he says, "I didn't know you knew I had a comeback," "It was all over the news, Felix. Stray Kids are really making it big," you swallow before adding, "Your partner must be really proud of you," complete with a fake smile plastered on your face.

Felix winces at your words, not knowing what to say. In the end, he settles with, "How long have you been running this bakery?" "Since about a month after we broke up." When he gives you a confused expression, you sigh and add, "I was kinda already about to move to Seoul when you told me that you had found someone else. I was gonna surprise you, but you ended up surprising me instead."

"Y/N, I-I never knew. I'm so sorry, I-," he says, but you cut him off. "I-I t-think you should leave," you say, with tears threatening to spill. "Let me explain, please. I swear I'll come clean, please, just give me a chance." "No Felix, I can't give you any chance, you blew it up when you hurt me so bad that it made scared of ever loving again. Please.....j-just go," you say, shutting your eyes close. Dejected, he turns around to leave, but not before saying, "I'm sorry," one more time. Once he leaves, you sink down to the floor, crying. "Why did you have to ruin me so bad?," You whisper.

You don't, however, notice that just outside the door, Felix too, is crying hysterically as he gets into his car.

Upon reaching the JYP building, Felix rushes to the washroom to try and dry his eyes and hide any signs that he's been crying. "I still love you. I never stopped, but gosh, why did I have to be such an idiot to let you go? And that too, in the worst way possible?," he says to his reflection in the mirror, thinking back to your broken expression. Slamming his fist against the sink, he curses at himself.

Once he's finally sobered up a little, Felix goes back to the practice room to give Hyunjin his pie. Though he has half a mind to just call in sick and go home and weep, he knows the group needs him. "Here you go, Hyun," he forces a smile onto his face when Hyunjin thanks him. Chan notices his slumped shoulders, but shrugs it off as tiredness. "Now that everyone is satisfied, can we get back to practice?," he asks. Once all the boys agree, rehearsals begin again, but Felix can't find it in himself to focus. He keeps making mistakes, which finally results in Chan stopping the music, grabbing his hand, and taking him out the practice room and to his studio.

"What is it, Lix? You've been distracted ever since you came back from the bakery. Come on, I know something is bothering you, it isn't like you to lose focus. Tell me what it is," Chan says, sternly but gently, his concern for the younger boy evident. "It's nothing, hyung. I'm just tired," Felix tries to evade the question, but Chan presses on. "I'm not buying that, and I'm not gonna have you distracted during performances or practices, either. I can't risk you injuring yourself or any of the boys, so I'm saying again. Spit. It. Out. Leader's orders."

Felix sighs, running a hand through his hair. After a pause, he finally says, "I saw Y/N today. The bakery, it is owned by them." Chan's eyes go wide at this, since he's the only one who knows the circumstances under which you both broke up, and is also the only one who knows about how much Felix regrets letting you go, in the worst possible way. "What happened? Were they....rude to you? Or did they do something?" "What? No hyung, they were nothing but nice to me. We made small talk, and they told me that they were planning to surprise me by moving to Seoul, when I broke up with them. I hurt them so bad that they are scared of ever loving again," Felix says, taking shaky breaths between sentences as tears welled up in his eyes again.

"I messed up so bad hyung, you know I still love them. They're the nicest, most perfect, most lovable person I've ever known, and I damaged them so badly, gosh I feel so guilty," he breaks down again, causing Chan to wrap his arms around him, giving him a shoulder to cry on. Once Felix calms down, Chan says, "You know what you have to do now, right?" "What do you mean?"

"You say you still love them. You say you're guilty. But instead of telling these things to me, you need to tell this to them. Apologize to them, tell them the whole story. Tell them there was never anyone else, and that it's always been them. You didn't fight for them back then, because you were worried for us. But you can fight for them now, because we got your back. Win them back, Lix. Make up for your mistake."

"B-but hyung, why would they ever want to take me back again? I've been nothing but a jerk to them." "Well, in that case, you can't blame them. But they deserve to at least know the truth. They deserve to know that your intentions were not wrong. If they choose to walk away after that, they will at least have had gotten closure. Who knows, it might help them muster the courage to go out and love again. You owe this to them, Lix."

Chan succeeded in knocking some sense into Felix, as the next day, the younger boy found himself in front of your bakery, preparing a long speech explaining why he did what he did to you. He's so engrossed in his thoughts that he doesn't notice your best friend walk out the bakery and stand next to him. "Uhm, are you okay?," she asks, surprising him. "O-oh, uh-uhm, yeah," says Felix, while noticing her uniform, that's identical to yours. "Do you work with Y/N?" "Yeah, we're friends and partners, and on most days, we work together. But they called in sick today, and told me they'd cover the evening shift. How do you know them though?"

To this, Felix finds himself at a loss for words, but he figures if he's gonna come clean to you, he needs an ally. And what better person than your best friend? So he takes down his mask slightly, making your friend gasp in response. "You Felix from Stray Kids! What are you doing here?" "I-I came here to meet Y/N. We broke up two years ago due to a mistake I made, but I need to explain things to them. They deserve to know the truth." He looks up to see your friend glaring at him, as she says, "That was you? You broke my best friend's heart? How could you? I'm not letting you anywhere near them, you jerk"

"Please, just give me 5 minutes, and I'll explain everything to you. Then you can decide if I deserve one more chance." When your friend doesn't say anything, Felix launches into his own version of things, explaining himself and his actions. Once he's done, your friend is still glaring at him, but he notices a smile tugging at her lips.

"You have been nothing but a complete and utter jerk to them. And honestly, you deserve to get your ass kicked by them. But I know that they still love you, and the way you are repenting what you did tells me that you love them too. So I give you my blessing. They'll be here in the evening at 6, be here before then." Felix hugs her super tight at that, with the biggest smile plastered on his face while thanking her. She adds, "But if you hurt them again, I swear I'm gonna murder you with my own two hands." "It won't come to that, I promise."

Felix arrives at the bakery at 10 minutes to six, and the moment he enters, your friend shoves him into the kitchen, asking him to stay there till you come. Once she leaves, he starts pacing up and down, raking his hand nervously through his hair. He tries to prepare what he is going to say, but gives up when he realizes that it would all go out the window when he sees you.

Meanwhile, the moment you step inside the bakery, your friend pretends to be busy setting stuff up on the counter, and asks you to bring in some things from the kitchen. Unassuming, you start walking towards the kitchen doors, when she notices your swollen eyes and exclaimed "Babe, have you been crying?" You muster up a fake smile and tell him that it's just you not feeling well, but unknown to you, Felix heard your friend, and guilt washes over him again. But he doesn't have time to wallow in it, as soon after, you step in.

The way your expression morphs into one of pure sadness breaks his heart into a million pieces, and when you say, "What more do you want from me?" while holding back tears, it takes everything in him to stop from falling to his knees and begging forgiveness. He tries to speak, but you hold up a finger, indicating you aren't finished. "Now that you've found me again, was it not enough for you to have me admit that what you did to me made me stop believing in love? Do you even want to rub it in my face by telling me how happy your are with your partner? If that is so, then please, just get lost, I'm begging you."

Tears are now streaming down your face, and Felix finds himself saying, "Just please. Let me explain. You deserve to know the truth and my feelings and intentions. If after that, you want me to leave, I swear, you will never have to see me again." You can't look at him, but when you don't reply, he says, "I promise that this is the real truth behind what I did. Please hear me out. I lied when I said I had found someone else. There is no 'someone else,' and there never will be one. The only person I've loved, the only person I still love, is you. It'll always be you."

"The company made me break up with you, and threatened me that the group will face consequences if I didn't do as they had asked. I that that if I outright told you the real reason, it would hurt you. And so, I decided to lie to you in order to make you hate me, even if it broke my heart. But never did I ever think that it would damage you so badly, and I know I've been stupid, but I can't help but ask for you to forgive me, and give me one last chance. I know I've been a total jerk to you, and even now, I'm being nothing but selfish, but I just want you to know that I still love you. I'll understand if you want nothing to do with me, and I'll walk away forever. But you deserved to get closure, and I hope that if you do choose to give up on me, you will now be able to love again, and trust again."

By the time he stops talking, the both of you are sobbing hard. You ask him, "Are you done?" When he nods, you say, "You say that you will walk away if I choose to give up on you. But do you really think I'll be able to give up on you? If I couldn't stop loving you even when you broke up with me in the cruelest way possible, what makes you think I'll stop loving you now that I know that you went through the same pain as me? You knew what the truth was, and you still had to hide it. I can only imagine how hurtful that must have been, Felix. I hate myself for believing your stupid lie, for ever doubting the love you had for me. I'm sorry, and I forgive you."

Felix looks up at you, surprised. It takes him some time to process your words, and when he does, he asks you, "What does that mean....for us?" To this, you shyly reply, "Well, I never stopped loving you, and if you didn't either, then should we give us another try?" Felix smiles the brightest he has in ages, as he slowly comes closer to you. Cupping your face, he wipes off your tears, as you proceed to do the same. "I promise I'll never let you go again," he says softly. You giggle and say, "You'd do well to keep that promise," before biting your lip.

"Is it okay if I kiss you?," he asks. You nod in response, causing him to gently place his lips on yours. And for the first time in a while, you feel like you're home.

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