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buckyownsmylife · 3 years

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Animal of the Night - Tom Hardy smut

The one where you decided to tempt Tom by wearing a sexy Venom costume.

Warnings: smut, jealousy, possessiveness, daddy kink, oral sex (m), spanking, dirty talk, name-calling, choking

Word count: 3.1k

A/N: this was requested by the lovely @jbreenr a while back and it’s finally here 😎

Tom’s P.O.V.

I’d been casually watching the door, waiting for her to arrive like it was no big deal, but it absolutely was. I’d been dying to see her ever since filming wrapped, but because there was still so much to be done until I could go back home and she was knees deep in some work herself, we’d agreed that we’d meet at this off-season Halloween party one of our friends was throwing. Even though I much preferred to be locked inside a room with her all night.

“Hey, man! What you’ve been up to?” I got distracted as the host of the night finally approached me to make some light conversation. It had been a while since we had the opportunity to chat - I’d been spending all my time in the city at her apartment or mine, consequently ignoring our group of friends as I’d much rather be buried deep inside of her, but I had to admit that I did miss the guys.

Not enough to stop me from wishing I was alone with her, though.

“Yeah, sorry I’ve been so absent. You know… work. What have you been up to?” I accepted the beer he was offering as well as the hug, throwing one last glance at the door before turning my body to fully concentrate on him.

“Just the usual. Work hard and play hard. Not a lot going on at the moment.” I nodded, taking a swig of the beer before I realized I should probably ask about the rest of the gang.

“What about everyone else? Is something different going on?” Tyler seemed to think for a moment - it’s never too easy to come up with stuff to talk about when put at the spot, I should know that - but then his eyebrows shot up and a big smile opened on his face, clear indications that he had thought of something interesting.

“Yeah! I don’t know if you’ve heard this already, I know you two are kinda close, but with you being away… Apparently, Y/N has a boyfriend.” My heart sank to the bottom of my stomach at that, panic clawing my insides and begging me to start yelling.

How could she start dating and not tell me about it? Sure, she was free to find a boyfriend, what we had wasn’t exactly official, and consequently, not exclusive, but I thought I deserved at least some update when she found someone to replace me.

The thought of her being with anyone else burned me to the core, and I held the bottle of beer so tightly I was surprised it didn’t break. Grinding my teeth so Tyler wouldn’t realize there was something wrong, I asked as monotonously as I could, “Oh, really? Who’s the guy?” But all I got was a shrug.

“We don’t know, she hasn’t introduced him to anyone yet. We just assume that’s the case because she’s been skipping all of our meetings but when she does come, she giggles at her phone all the time.”

She used to do that with me. When we were all out and I’d text her something I couldn’t say out loud. I always found it adorable, and the idea of her giggling for someone else’s stupid jokes almost made me puke on the spot.

“It’s no wonder she’s been keeping him hidden, really,” Tyler continued, completely oblivious to what I was going through. “She always did like the bad boy types.”

That comment made me frown, thinking back on her exes. In all the time that we had known each other, she had only had a handful of boyfriends - but maybe those were just the ones she introduced me to. The only thing that they seemed to have in common was their absolute inability to treat her how she deserved to be treated, so while I didn’t necessarily think that she had a type, if there was one way to define them, it would definitely be as “bad”.

“Mind if I join you, boys?” A seductive and familiar voice came from behind me, instinctively making me stand up straighter before turning around.

“Oh, fuck…” I heard Tyler comment at the same time that I took in her costume, my eyebrows shooting up as he continued, “You look fucking hot!” and I spilled out, “What the hell are you wearing?”

Y/N frowned, looking down at her own clothing like she had honestly forgotten what it was that she was dressed into - a sexy, slutty version of my venom character, barely recognizable with the lack of fabric.

“I’m venom!” She excitedly exclaimed, looking up at me again with a huge grin. “I thought you’d be the first to recognize it. What kind of an actor are you, really?”

Tyler chuckled behind us, but I could only focus on the woman looking up at me, provoking all sort of conflicting feelings to course through my body. There was jealousy and longing, desire and possessiveness. All I knew was that I needed to get her in a secluded environment in the next five minutes, or I would publicly explode.

“Come here with me, will ya?” I took her by the elbow, effortlessly moving us through the crowd of our drunk friends until I found an empty room I could shove her in, paying no attention to Tyler’s low whistle as we left him behind.

Once the door was safely closed, I turned around to stare down at her, really taking in her outfit. “I thought you knew better than to tease me like this,” I chastised, clicking my tongue as a smirk painted my lips at seeing her shiver when my voice dropped. Boyfriend or no boyfriend, I could still pull a reaction from her.

Y/N’s P.O.V.

“We have quite a lot of things to discuss, little girl…” I bit my lower lip in an attempt to reel myself in and remain motionless, instead of just jumping on the man I was so desperate to feel up.

It’d been way too fucking long. Any time apart from Tom was already hard on me, but ever since we started fucking, any night I had to spend without his gorgeous body hovering over mine was particularly painful to me.

Which is why I decided to wear this “sexy” Venom costume. Even though he offered to meet me back in my place, I knew he missed his friends - our friends - and this way, we could get everything we wanted.

I just had to make his resolve crack so he’d pull me into the nearest bedroom and bang me five ways into tomorrow, and later we’d rejoin the party and mingle again.

By the way my night had been going, I could see I was very close to getting what I wanted.

Tilting my head to the side, the picture-perfect idea of the innocent little girl he always liked to treat me as, I asked, “What’s wrong, daddy?”

Tom’s reaction was… surprising. His mouth fell open, his fists curled and he stood there watching me until suddenly he was all over me, pulling me to stand on my tiptoes so our lips could connect.

I moaned into the kiss, briefly forgetting about his odd behavior as the familiar taste of him invaded my mouth. “God, you’re so fucking sexy,” he groaned when we parted, leaving me almost dizzy with desire as I rapidly blinked a few times to be able to focus on him once more.

“What would your boyfriend think about you being locked up in a bedroom with me, wearing this, huh, sweetheart?” And now I was back to confused. What the hell was he talking about?

“Boyfriend?” I asked, pushing him away just enough to look him in the eye. Tom’s expression was inscrutable as he stared down at me with that fire in his eyes that never failed to make me shiver.

“Yes, boyfriend. Tyler told me all about it,” he commented, shrugging as if it was no big deal, yet his fingers pressed tightly against my hips, keeping me close to him. The anger was clear in every single one of his features.

I could read between the lines. I knew Tom like the back of my hand, through the years of friendship and now… whatever the hell this was. The hint of possessiveness was there, just threatening to take over, and my God was I desperate to see how it would play out.

“What did Tyler say?” I asked, looking up at him from under my eyelashes as I tried not to let my smile grow, so he wouldn’t catch up onto what was happening earlier than I wanted him to.

“That you’ve been skipping outings and whenever you do go, you’re always staring at your phone and giggling.” I bit my lip so I wouldn’t giggle right then, turning away from him in the hopes of hiding my expression.

When I turned around once more, his eyebrows were raised. It was clear he wanted an explanation, so I cleared my throat and tried to speak as seriously as I was able to do at that moment.

“Oh, right…” I didn’t deny it, fiddling with some random knick knacks on the bedside table. “You mean… like I do when I’m talking to you?”

Looking at him over my shoulder, I watched as realization suddenly hit, and that’s when I couldn’t control myself anymore. I dropped to my knees before him, mouth watering just at the prospect of having that delicious cock of his deep in my throat, filling my mouth.

A beautiful blush spread over his chest as he panted over me, a sign of just how affected he was, with his lustful eyes watching my every movement when I started to suck on his member.

“What about the costume?” He asked, making me giggle when I pulled back to answer, but kept my hands working his cock, keeping him hard and ready for me.

“I just wanted to tempt you.” A growl escaped his chest, making me even wetter just as he reached for my hair and pulled me back to my feet.

“You should have reconsidered if you wanted my dick anywhere near you.” I whined when I realized what he meant. Even though I loved his punishments, I was aching for his cock, and he was right - I wanted it now. So maybe I should have thought twice before looking for this slutty venom costume just so I could rile him up. “Now I’m gonna have to spank the shit out of you.”

He bent me over the bed, pushing the cheap fabric of my clothing to my stomach and exposing my naked pussy to his gaze. “You’re such a whore,” he chuckled when he realized I had forgone any type of underwear, and I found myself rubbing my thighs to get some relief from hearing him call me names.

Should I feel bad that it got me so hot? Oh, well. There was really nothing I could do about it except hope he would take care of me eventually.

Tom’s P.O.V.

Witnessing her pleasure in being humiliated like this only added to my frustration. She really was the perfect woman for me, but instead of ravishing her like I wished I could do, I’d have to entertain myself with her delectable ass, all ‘cause she decided to behave like a slut to catch my attention.

“You look so delicious, darling,” I teased her by running my fingers over her pussy lips, gathering some of the nectar already threatening to spill from there. “It’s a shame you misbehaved.”

I let my hand fall over her right cheek then, startling her so I could hear her yelp. I knew she got off on the pain - it was another thing that I loved about her - but it wouldn’t be half as fun if she didn’t pretend this truly was a punishment, huh?

“Can’t reward that kind of teasing,” I kept admonishing her, slowly inserting a finger into her hole, frustrating the both of us further just so I could have her trembling in anticipation, trying to guess what type of touch I’d grant her next.

But I needed to get this show on the road so I could fuck her properly, so abandoning all type of play, I laid slap after slap on her ass, watching it bounce back after each spank, hearing her moans before they were drowned by the sounds of the party downstairs.

“Daddy!” She moaned, clinging to my thigh, making me even harder inside my jeans. She really did love getting her ass spanked, and I loved her ass, so I’d take any opportunity to get my hands on it.

“You know how long I’ve been dreaming of burying myself deep inside this pussy, little girl? Do you?” I snarled, hearing her whimpers like they were music to my ears. “And then you pull shit like this, and how the fuck am I supposed to keep myself together long enough to tame your bratty ass?”

Her thighs began to tremble, fingernails biting on the skin of my thigh. I knew what this meant, so I immediately stopped spanking her, pulling her by her hair so I could whisper in her ear, “I know you’re a whore, but no cumming before I have my dick inside of you, got it?”

She cried out at the authoritative tone in my voice, but I knew her well enough by now to know that she wasn’t done testing me yet. “You can’t control my orgasm,” she dared to fight me. “You don’t own me. I’m not yours.”

I clutched her throat, cutting off her air so I wouldn’t have to listen to any more of her shit.

“Shut. Up.” Her eyes were wide when I threw her on the bed, pulling her by the ankles so her legs were dangling off of it, keeping her on her stomach as I unbuckled my belt.

“You’re such a fucking brat,” I complained as I climbed up her body and forced her legs open as wide as they could go, considering the position, and slid home. I knew it wouldn’t hurt her because she was already dripping, but I also knew she’d feel the stretch from being without me for so long.

Call me sentimental, but I didn’t feel like I had to ask to know she hadn’t been with anyone else, considering our previous conversation.

Y/N’s P.O.V.

“You didn’t say shit like that when I had you over my lap, screaming for your daddy, huh?” He taunted, hand pulling on my hair once more as the other held my hips down, granting him the leverage he needed to fuck me against the mattress. “Or when I fucked you so hard that you couldn’t walk without feeling me for a week.”

That was a fun day. Memories of our last time together rushed through me, adding to my arousal, especially once I remembered how smug he was when I told him about my difficulties to walk during our weekly calls.

It was good to know he’d thought about it so much that it still lived in his mind, all those months later.

“Should have known I’ve owned you ever since I shoved my cock inside this tight little pussy, sweetheart.” I shivered when he whispered the warning against my ear, voice low and seductive like that night he took me in a bar’s bathroom before taking me home. It’d been the culmination of years of sexual frustration and dirty dreams, and I still thought about it every time I had to get myself off.

“How did you think this would go?” He questioned, incredulity clear in his tone. “Did you think you could fuck me until you were tired and then I’d let you go find a little boy toy you could control? Oh, no, darling.”

“There’s no going back anymore, little girl.” The threat had me coming around him, eyes rolling to the back of my head as the entire moment became too much for my poor hungry body to handle.

I’d always been known for biting off more than I could chew, but honestly, I’d rather die than waste the opportunity to be owned like this by Tom fucking Hardy.

“I’m not gonna leave this pussy, sweetheart,” he continued, like he was honestly telling me something that I didn’t want to happen. “Ever.” To drive his point home, he kept fucking me through my orgasm, pulling on my hair as my moans became whimpers and my hands bunched up the sheets of a stranger’s bed.

“It’s mine now.” With that, he pulled me back enough that he could meet my gaze, allowing me to witness him panting with his own pleasure, eyes darkened as he took in how my body folded to abide by his wishes. “You’re mine,” he announced, such firmness in his tone that any doubt that could have lived inside of me instantly disappeared.

I knew this wasn’t just dirty talk anymore. He was telling me the truth - he was warning me of a fact, now. My body belonged to him.

Still, I guess even he needed to be reassured from time to time, because the next thing to fall from his lips was a plead, “Tell me that you want me.” His cock kept plunging in and out of my cavern, caressing my oversensitive walls in that way I loved so much. “Say that you are mine.”

I didn’t even hesitate before granting him exactly what he wanted.

“I’m yours, daddy, all yours!” I cried out, entire body trembling underneath his, desperate to make sure he heard me so he wouldn’t keep me away from my second orgasm of the night. “Oh, God!” I pleaded, fucking myself back against him. “Please don’t stop, daddy! Please!

Tom’s P.O.V.

“I’m not gonna stop, darling,” I assured her, hands caressing her back in an effort to calm her down. “Not until I feel you clenching around me.” A groan escaped me when I felt her do just that, and I didn’t know if it was on purpose or if another orgasm had hit her.

“Why would I ever stop fucking you?” I was babbling now, I knew - delirious with my own pleasure, trying to get her to cum one last time before me so she could milk my orgasm in that way only she knew how. “Best fucking pussy I ever fucked, would never leave you if I could.”

A strangled cry escaped her, right when blinding white bliss took over my sight and I pulled out just in time to stroke my release over her ass, grunting in the relief that followed.

“Fuck, I love you,” I whispered to the silence of the room before she turned around from underneath me, unworried about dirtying up the bed that didn’t belong to either of us.

Pulling me by my shirt, she whispered against my lips, “I love you more, daddy.”

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gra-sonas · 3 years

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So just wanted to tell you how cute I found your answer to an ask where you asked are you a terrible Alex fan if you wanna see him hurt. To me that is usually a reason why I watch a TV show cause I just love the hurt/comfort storylines 😅 To this day I think one of my most favourite Teen Wolf episodes is Motel California cause that scene where Stiles is possessed and is trying to hurt himself is just pure perfection. This is one of those emotional whumps that I love. I kinda think those scenes really show how good of an actor someone is. So yeah to me you're not terrible for wanting some hurt and comfort with his OTP after that 🥰 But maybe I am weird so I'm not a representative person to judge 😅

Haha, thank you, nonnie! 🥰 [Sorry that it took so long to answer, but this turned out longer than intended and... uhm... see for yourself? 😳]

I'm usually a huge fan of the hurt/comfort trope (my favorite Sterek fic is the most perfect h/c fic ever), but it pains me (ha!) to think about Alex or Michael getting hurt in any way. 🥺 I want them to have nice things, wrap them in fluffy blankets in front of a cozy fire and feed them hot chocolate.

I think I handle h/c better in fic, bc it all only happens in my head, but seeing Alex or Michael hurt on screen? 😱

Like... [h/c ficlet, blood cw, implied temporary almost!character death, NO ONE DIES]

Michael is sobbing in agony because Alex is bleeding from a chest wound he just can't stop from spilling fresh blood. Alex goes limp in Michael's arms, and he can barely hear Alex breathe any longer.

Michael frantically presses his hand on Alex's wet chest in a poor attempt to apply pressure, but the blood continues to seep into the fabric of Alex's jacket and turns it an ugly shade of dark copper.

Michael is so desperate, he's whispering Alex's name over and over, calling him every endearment under the sun just to get a reaction from him but Alex can't hear him because he's already unconscious. Or worse.

Michael kisses Alex's clammy lips and whispers "I love you, please, Alex, don't leave me. I don't want to live without you. I can't!"

Michael tries to think of something. Anything to save Alex, tears are spilling from his eyes and he can barely see when—

Suddenly, he knows with absolute clarity what to do. He fumbles with his free hand to open the buttons of Alex's bloody jacket before he hits the next barrier. He tears the shirt Alex is wearing to shreds with a single thought and looks at Alex's bloody chest in an attempt to locate the wound. To no avail.

Without further thinking he places his left hand - the one Jesse Manes mangled, the one that Max healed, the one Michael's kept hidden from the world (and his own eyes) for more than two years under greasy bandanas, the one Alex kissed so tenderly when he took the bandana off for good just last night - on Alex's chest, ignores how slippery the blood makes everything, closes his eyes, and then—

His hand starts getting warm. And warmer. It's getting hot, he blinks his eyes open, and his hand is glowing a deep and pulsing red.

Not a second to waste, Michael pushes with everything he has, every ounce of love he feels for Alex, begging for all the stars to align, and the universe to aid him in his quest to save the person he loves more than life itself. He's screaming now, desperate to push Alex away from the brink of death.

He has no idea how long it takes, but suddenly he feels Alex stir in his arms, he's taking a deep gasping breath, he opens his eyes and stares at Michael. "What?"

Michael collapses and falls on his back, pulling Alex with him into the safety of his embrace. He feels like he's about to vomit, but after a few deep breaths, the nausea caused by the overuse of his powers is manageable. Alex struggles against his tight grip.

"Michael? Michael, what's going on? Are you okay? And why is my chest wet?"

"Gimme a second," Michael mumbles. Alex turns in his arms until he faces Michael.

"Michael, have I been shot?"

Michael nods, which isn't a good idea because another wave of nausea hits him.

"And you healed me? Or was it a resurrection?"

"Not sure, you stopped breathing," Michael mumbles. He squeezes his eyes shut before he tries talking again. "Nail polish remover. Backpack," he gets out before he has to stop. The back of his throat tastes like bile.

Alex scrambles to get up on his knees. He looks around and sees the backpack Michael dropped on a nearby chair. He stretches to reach one of the backpack straps and pulls. The backpack topples over and falls down on the floor. Alex drags it across the floor until he can reach inside. He pulls a bottle of nail polish remover out, uncaps it, and turns around to Michael.

He holds the bottle softly pressed against Michael's lips until he's able to take a couple of carefully measured sips. About five minutes later, he's feeling a little less peckish, and he's able to tell Alex what's happened. They are lying on the floor again, facing each other and holding hands.

When Michael's finished, Alex looks down at his chest. "This is incredible, Michael. I don't feel any different than before. Only that my shirt is kind of glued to my chest hair in places. But other than that, there's no pain, nothing," he says, in awe of Michael's new ability.

He leans forward to press his lips against Michael's in a tender kiss. "I also feel you," he whispers. "It's like you're a part of me. It's this golden presence, I don't know how better to describe it."

Michael smiles at him. "I love that. According to Max, I should also be able to share memories with you. I'm just not sure if that uses up more power, and I'm still feeling pretty weak."

Alex captures Michaels stubbly cheek in his hand. "There's no rush, baby. Let's go home when you can walk again. And then we have a lifetime together to explore everything we can do with this new ability and you leaving handprints on me."

"Home and a lifetime together with you? That's all I've ever wanted, Alex."

Alex winks at him. "I know."

"A lifetime of Star Wars references sounds like heaven to me," Michael chuckles. "Let's go home, Chewie."

#nonnie asks #malex fic #rnm fic #my fic #i don't know what this is but i wrote words #malex #alex manes #michael guerin #rnm spoilers #just in case

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oh-for-fic-sake · 4 years

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Breeding A Human

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READ THE WARNINGS THIS IS DARK!!!

Clark shows up to a a volatile murder and suicide attempt to late, usually everyone waits for him to fly over and save the day, yet one woman takes matters into her own hands and stirs up some troubling feelings in the man of steel at the same time. And it begs the question Whats a kryptonian supposed to do when he finds his mate?

Warnings: Adult situations +18, Smut, Dub con, Non con, Dark themes, Stalker,Emotional manipulation, Yandere,Breeding kink, Forced?Mating bond, Froced Mateing, Obsessive character ,Swearing, Spitting, Slight temperature play.

A/n: Sooo...Working on Trohpy is doing my nut it at the moment...I took a day off of it so I can go back with fresh eyes tomorrow but I'm in a yandere mood still so how about a dark supaman x reader smutshot that sort of wrote itself?

Taglist: @two-unbeatable-beaters @magdelen69 @iloveyouyen

You watched gasping in horror as police surrounded the desperate man. He was on the bridge like on the bridge ready to jump into the water of the bay below. He waved a gun around pointing it at any who approached warding them off. As if that wasn't bad enough he had a child in his arms, his child she was screaming scared stiff, she couldn't have been older then four five wearing a thick wool pale pink dress, screaming to her daddy 'to get her down she didn't like it'. The bridge although now closed was packed the crowd grew as pedestrians gathered to watch, not to see if the police could talk him down god no. They watched to see if superman would show wanting to get a look at the godlike man. To get a video or photo to put on their social media.

The desperate man was shouting threatening to do it. The officers were shouting warning him to put down his weapon. but you seemed to be the only one to listen to what the man was saying.'If I can't have her neither can she!' thrown in to his frantic rant. You got the gist of his issue, he had either lost custody or the mother was with holding his daughter from him, either way he'd felt the need to kidnap his own daughter and threaten her life in a desperate attempt to be with her somehow. You were pushed back into the railing as the crowd moved growing as everyone came to see the fuss many holding up their phones filming what was promising to be stand off.

You were sickened It was clear the man needed help not a fucking audience not wanting to be apart of it you turned walking away. Then your stomach dropped. There was a second of panicked yelling then bullets you turned in time to see the man fall limply off the railing his little girl screeched as she plummeted with him to the freezing deep water below that separated metropolis and Gotham. Everyone gasped moving to get a look, you ran to the railing looking as the two hit the water and disappeared. Superman hadn't showed in time. You watched as it dawned on the people around you that no one was surfacing. The man had been shot and the little girl was probably being held under by the current. No one did anything! they just watched they were standing by as a little girl drowned!.

You quickly moved you were a strong swimmer you might be able to get her. Without much of a thought you shrugged your coat off throwing your bag and climbed hearing the shouts of the officers to stay still or they'd arrest you. You ignored them diving off the railing before any one could stop you taking a deep breath as you fell down to the water. It was a shock, the freezing water hit you like a brick wall but you kept going. You knew these waters you'd been swimming them years doing lengths back and forth across them as training, the current in this part was dangerous for anyone who didn't or couldn't swim it swooped down, she would be deeper.

You kicked your feet hoping she was alright that you'd find her. You saw a movement a light fabric, it was her! then kicked your feet faster she appeared slowly kicking and clawing at the water fighting to beat the current. She reached for you kicking wildly she wouldn't last long, you followed her descent reaching her and latched onto her. She grabbed you painfully tight you moved her as you let the current carry your legs below you turning you upright. Your hands found her legs and pulled wrapping them around your waist she hung on digging her little shoes into you making you wince. You ignored it and made a quick dash for the surface you moved quickly over coming the current that swept to the bed of the bay. you could fight it but a tiny thing like her had no hope. You watched as the surface got closer, the sun brighter glittering on the surface then as quick as you could you broke the surface. She gasped gulping huge breaths crying and coughing up water her tiny body heaving you looked up everyone had there phones out filming. You felt your blood boil, this is what we have come to? watching, posting and sharing instead of helping! this was life or death and they were doing nothing!

You looked to the girl she was wet, cold and scared.But alive. You shushed her treading water kicking fast to keep you both above the waves. "You're okay! I got you I got you!" she cried nodding coughing a little holding onto you for dear life pleading not to let he go. You moved trying to see how you were going to get out either side of the bridge was tall docks no ladders or access. Normally you'd swim up river slightly to the bay there was pedestrian access but she was to cold as it was shed freeze and get hypothermia, she was already shivering lips turning blue.

It was the shouts of the crowd that alerted you to his arrival, he was above you both before thinking you moved trying to hoist the girl up to him."Take her quick! Shes freezing already!" he looked at you confused, didn’t you need help to? normally people clambered to be saved by him. He moved and bent down hoisting you both out of the water with one hand then moved cradling you in one arm holding the small girl on his hip.

"Hold on tight you two" you both did she squealed as you were rushed through the air within seconds you were back on the bridge he landed softly by the officers but didn't release you.

"Are you alright? not hurt are you? Either of you?" you shook your head looking to the child who also shook her head

"C-cold" she mumbled he rubbed her back trying to get some warmth you wriggled trying to get out of his grip not wanting someone to use it as a photo op but he didn't let you down. If anything he tightened his arm around you it could have been taken as a reprimand?. A paramedic came over with a blanket and wrapped up the shaken child he let the woman take her. You heard her cry out as her mother rushed forward clutching her tight. You smiled she will be fine now.

"Is she okay?" You looked seeing another paramedic standing before you. You made to jump down out of his hold but once again he held firm and twisted you away slightly. He moved looking down you froze what was?...was he looking at you? Your suspicions were confirmed when he spoke.

"Shes fine nothing broken or fractured just cold" you flushed unsure what to make of a man, a stranger just eyeing up your insides.

"I will get a blanket for her"

"No need I will take care of her... She just needs to get home a warm bath and bed" the woman nodded uncertain it would seem you both thought it a little strange you turned and found him once again staring at you intently you cleared your throat.

"Could erm could you put me down please..I want to get out of here...Go and warm up somewhere" he let go of your legs letting them slip down to the floor you were tall for a woman he noted as you stood full height you came up to his nose. He blinked to be honest the staring was unsettling he held you tight to himself still reluctant to release you. You managed to somehow twist away from him making him grunt at you softly . You moved cursing as finally the cool water began taking its toll on you and you shivered.

You spoke as you worked on getting as much water as you could out of the tight knit sweater you wore

"Thank you for getting us out...I wasn't sure what to do she wouldn't have made it to the stairs by the docks" he looked at you softly but there was an admiration there. His staring was now different almost as if he had decided something.

"I'm just sorry I wasn't there fast a enough...Luckily you stepped in, she's alive because of you... But you were the only one who tried to help, put yourself at risk why?" you blinked at him not expecting his question.

"I wasn't going to watch her die! I'm not like them." you motioned to everyone filming and taking photos. He looked at the crowd with a blank look then back to you he frowned a little still not understanding. You sighed giving up on your sweater and looked up at him.

"I just..I don't know I mean you help people cos you know you can right? That’s what this was, fights, guns I can't deal with that but I'm a strong swimmer so I could help her not that spectacular or brave or what ever"

"But...It is no one else here tried just you, normally people don't bother they wait for me you didn't, its nothing to be sniffed at" you frowned at him getting annoyed now.

"I know that and it pisses me off.No offense but just because your here doesn't mean we have to stop trying to help ourselves! no one else was going to get to her and that water is dangerous I've been swimming it for years! she would have died...I had to do something I couldn't just watch when I knew what was going to happen.

"It was almost suicide...Then even in the water you tried handing her to me you didn't you want me to get you both out?" you shrugged moving your hands around yourself rubbing up and down really shaking now wishing he let the woman give you a fucking blanket as your clothes clung to you drenched, the cold was seeping into your bones creating an uncomfortable ache. You’d never know that he had wanted you to slide back up against him, he wanted to warm you with his own body heat.

Clark regarded you carefully there was something, he couldn't place his finger on it but you just got to him. He had seen you in the water grabbing the girl and surfacing. There was instantly something, when you broke through the surface his world stopped, he stopped mid flight, he could smell you a scent he has never happened across before his eyes had picked up on you from the city, honed in like a beacon he wanted you. He wasn't sure in what way but he did. He wanted to just scoop you up and fly you off somewhere anywhere just as long as you was with him. The need was almost a pain, a pit in his chest. It was a pull vibrating in his nerves that was constricting and consuming the hole in his chest making it hard to breath, an impulse to just take you, but he didn't understand whether it was to take you away? or to pin you down and take you.

That was when he snapped out of it enough to come and actually get you out of the water. Once he held you he didn’t want to let go you were cold shuddering yet offered the girl up first. You were beautiful and kind; you must have been out of all those people standing watching you were the one to make the leap. It was you who dived in after the child, that says a lot about your character.

He licked his lips really taking you in tall for a woman tho smaller than him. He swept his gaze across your form appreciating the way your clothes clung to you showing off a curvy supple form your nipples tempted him as they stood out from the cold. With your arms crossed you'd pressed the two mounds together showing off a delicious full bust. He was so invested in undressing you with his eyes he nearly missed your answer."I forgot..Didn't think I just knew she had to be out of the water asap" whatever he was going to say was cut off as an officer quickly came up behind you and grabbed your arms pulling them behind you painfully. You yelped as your arms were twisted behind you. You frowned did he just growl at the officer?

"Y/n Y/l/N you are under arrest under section-" you couldn't believe it! under arrest for saving someone, you looked around fearfully you'd never been in trouble before. Would you need a lawyer? How will you get home? Oh god how much is this going to cost?

Clark growled watching you wince and panic obviously frightened as the officer began handcuffing you placing you under arrest. Without thinking he placed a hand on the mans arm squeezing making the man wince then flinch as the man of steel cast a fierce look to him. Everyone froze including Clark. What the fuck was he doing? Protecting whats his! he answered his own thought immediately it shocked him but he understood. She was his now. He was unsure what being his meant but the possessive thought felt right, natural maybe this was just some new instinctual thing? that came with age. After all he wasn't human maybe kryptonian's had something like a second puberty? all he knew was that the new the need to protect you was absolute and unwavering, he would not let you leave with this officer. No. You were leaving with him.

"Su-Superman Sir?" Clark flicked his blue gaze from his woman to the officer a wave of anger? need?...He wasn't sure what to call it but it was strong and all consuming.

"No, I'm afraid I can't let you do that. If it wasn't for her that little girl would have drowned and I'm not letting you arrest her for it" the man trembled under the hero's stern gaze then looked to his sheriff for help the other officer was at a loss, the hero had never intervened in an arrest before and it wasn't like the police could over come him.

"I'm not arresting her for that, I'm arresting her for jumping, base jumping off public highways is an offense...Its against the law jumping from the bridge-" you twisted in his grip

"I only jumped to save her! I didn't see you diving in to help!" you gasped as superman silenced you he shushed you quickly.

"Your not arresting her at all" the officer was stuck he eyed him and hesitated "She has to be-"

"Your not arresting her" and with that said he held on to your arm pressing a hand to the officers chest and with a quick gentle shunt the officer was no longer holding you. He was stumbling back Clark felt a sense of pride as you held his wrist a gentle reassuring hold once making sure you was unharmed he turned glaring down at the police.

He moved holding your wrist twisting you behind on of his shoulders keeping you there becoming a barrier between you and the officers. The message was clear. They would be going through him before they got to you, you could hear many women in the crowd swooning as the man of steel protected you, others wondered out loud if you knew him or better yet were you dateing him?. You blinked looking up at him in awe, he going to stop them arresting you? go against the law? The officer was at a loss and looked for help from the others his sheriff stepped in.

"I suppose since she did save the poor girl we can overlook her infringement...Can't we officer Barns?" the officer nodded you sighed in relief Superman looked to the hand bag and coat on the floor by police.

"Is that yours?" you nodded meekly and in seconds you was cradled in his arms bag on your stomach and coat draped over your freezing form and you were both off.

"Close your eyes" you did quickly squeezing his arm on your tummy tight as he left the scene.

Clark shook his head as he flew to the city landing on one of the lower buildings. He needed to stop, to calm him self his thoughts were raging, he found himself thinking of where he could keep you,where he could put you so you'd be safe. He had almost changed direction to the fortress the only thing stopping him was the fact you were wet and cold as it is your freeze in moments and that was not an option. Something was wrong with him, he felt pulled to you unlike anything he had ever experienced before. You shivered looking up at him quizzically when he didn't put you down if anything he clutched you tighter...Was he smelling you? you shook your head must be and alien thing.

"Where do you live? I'll take you home you need to dry off and warm up." you blinked at him his voice was different more of a growl that reverberated through you, you chose to ignore it and quickly stuttered out your address through chattering teeth. He nodded he knew the place with a quick 'hang on' you were off again withing moments you’d landed outside your small house with a light thud, the kids playing on the street stared gobsmacked as the hero placed you on your feet carefully.You wobbled feeling drained your body more concerned with shivering and conserving heat more then trying to work, but he was quick to support you ,you flushed uneasy as he stared at you his breathing faster then regular but maybe flying took it out of him? you didn't know.

"You go have a bath...Warm not hot you'll get ill, then get to bed take care okay?" you nodded thanking him once again he didn't leave until you were in your house safe and sound.

He hovered high hidden in the clouds above your home looking around for some reason committing its location to memory, drawing maps and estimations in his head of how far away you was from his home and work. Something about you had captured him, it felt primal a pull ingrained into his being instinct wanting him to watch over you, protect you. He looked down into the roof of your home seeing right threw into your bathroom. You was doing what you were told. Good. He watched you for a few moments admiring you as you stripped naked, he could hear you grumbling to yourself as you pulled a soaked pantyliner from your underwear folding it up in a nappy bag then binning it.That must have been the scent drawing him to you, you was fertile, ripe. He shivered watching still entranced as you lowered yourself into the hot water yelping.

He sighed and grit his teeth you hadn't listened properly, you should have heeded him. He watched as you moved the wash cloth across your chest and tummy. For a self proclaimed swimmer you were curvy and soft, the type of woman you'd want to make a mother out of. He froze and smiled. Yes pregnancy would suit you well. He was overcome with the overwhelming urge to go and do just that. To breed you. The shiver down his spine and low growl emitting from his chest had settled it. That’s what he wanted, the root of these urges he wanted to fuck. Not just fuck he wanted to plough into your ripe soft body and impregnate you, force you to take his load until you was full, to rut into you until you were shaking and wailing! he groaned drawing in a deep breath through his nose taking in your tantalizing scent. Oh yes. He wanted to fill you and watch you grow with his seed. Shaking his head he moved he had to get out of here before he did do something he really shouldn't.

You woke up in a sweat heaving deep breaths quickly turning on your beside light sitting up pressing the hair out of your face. You did this every night now, it was maddening. You couldn't sleep soundly not since the bridge incident, you'd left it three weeks before you went to the doctor's. He gave you some pills to help with anxiety and sleeping some for sleep but neither seemed to be working. You were being watched you just knew, you felt haunted day and night by something not someone, something.

Call it a sixth sense or vibes but you knew what you felt. Eyes watching you, undressing you a hungry gaze that felt powerful and frightening. You tried telling yourself you was paranoid or had some fucking ptsd shit over seeing that little girl almost drown, but you knew it wasn't. It was worse at night during the day it wasn't there as much you couldn't feel the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end or the cool chill down your spine. Someone was watching you inside your house, you didn't know how or why but you were certain.

You began closing your curtains and keeping them closed even buying all new wooden venitian blinds but still they were watching. It terrified you. You curled up into yourself crying rocking back and forth. Three months, three long months this had been happening, you lost sleep you didn't eat to the point you were loosing weight and constantly looking over your shoulder but you never saw anyone. Never saw anything just the same four walls of your home like always.

"Please...please I know your there stop...Just stop I don't know what you want from me" you whispered into your folded arms cradling your knees. You screamed jumping at a knock on your window, looking up you saw someone you thought you'd never see again.

He hovered there dressed in his suit of blue and red hope splayed across his chest. He looked worried? you moved slowly to the window opening it for him. He moved so quickly you could barely register and landed behind you softly.

"Are you alright? I heard you as I was passing thought I'd check it out." you nodded to him then shook your head no you were not alright. You was alone,scared and vulnerable. Unable to hold back your sobs any longer. He moved quickly wrapping you in his arms tightly, you held onto him willing yourself to stop your dramatic crying.

He took a deep breath placing a hand to your head scratching your scalp softly as much as he hated to admit it he was enjoying the way your sobs vibrated through him, the proof of how close he was holding you, that you let him hold you,let him comfort you.

"Whats happened? Are you hurt? Please tell me so I can help" he didn't need to ask he knew what was wrong somehow you had picked up on him you were perceptive for a human it was good, it would ensure his children's safety when he wasn't around. He wasn't stalking you. He wasn't stalking. He was guarding you, his mate. He had finally put a name to describe what you were. You were his mate you must be! he didn't react this way to other females his need to breed you was overwhelming and he was stumped on what to do about it.

He had tried to get the ball rolling by coming by asking for an interview as Clark the reporter but you'd shut him down and slammed the door in his face. He was angry at first, how dare you try to shut him out?!of all people you were his. You should welcome him! you should offer everything you had to him bend to his will as and when he wanted.

However once he calmed down he had reasoned with himself you didn't know it was him so he could forgive you for that. It was good in a way you'd shut out what you thought was another male. So past all the anger he was happy you'd thrown out Clark because you were waiting for him. You were faithful to him. He was here at least once every night protecting you from... Well he wasn't sure but he was protecting you from something. You shook harder sobs overcoming you, you couldn't speak. He moved slipping his arm below your knees scooping you up and sat on the bed cradling you.

"shh its okay I'm here I'll protect you I promise...Did you have a bad dream?" you shook your head and tried wriggling out of his arms.

"N-No I didn't its...I'm...Someones been watching me...Their here every night and I don't know who?! or-or where they are but they are here always! I'm scared! so scared and tired I can't sleep and everyone I've spoken to thinks I'm mad! but I'm not, I'm not mad!" he sighed looking around the room rocking you still letting you catch your breath.

He felt bad but still he had to be here. He had to look after you. He made a show of turning his head casting his eyes a full 360.

"There isn't anyone here but us...Tell you what how about I watch out for you hmm? Make sure no one bothers you" you blinked up at him hopeful.

"Yo-you'd do that for me? Really you don't think I'm going round the twist?" He smiled down at you petting your hair lightly tucking it from out of your face. A shadow was cast over his face making him look sinister for a second before he moved tilting his head at you.

"I will do one better, I will come over every night..I have been meaning to come and see you..To see if you was okay and I have been...well I-I err just wanted to see you again but... I had no reason to, honestly I can’t get you off my mind, I’ve tried but your...you’ve enchanted me...wanted to see you I’ve past by many times but how do I... you know. I can't exactly ask to take you out to dinner now can I?.." You froze what? Dinner? He wants to? Did he just admit to having a crush? You flushed blinking confused.

He grinned at you listening to your pulse it quickened your eye blew wide. You were interested. Good. It would be easier.

"What you mean you-" He placed a finger to your lips.

"Shh not now just get some sleep I will watch over you tonight and see you tomorrow." You let out a breath frowning slightly.

"What you mean stay in here? What about the city? If something happens you need to go you cant just..." you trailed off as he laid you in your bed tucking you in leaving no room for arguing. That’s what he loved about you from watching guarding you he had noticed you were pure, kind, your moral compass was true and you held everyone to the same standard you wanted people to be better. For society to be better.

He smiled as he moved the covers over your confused form enjoying tending to you. "No Its not proper for me to stay in this room just yet...I will be up there" he nodded his head to the roof above you.

"I will watch over the house, if I’m needed in the city then I will leave and be back before you know it...No one will harm you, not while I'm around I promise" he sat on the side of the bed pulling your comforter higher pressing his hands along your sides making sure you were snug.

"If you need me just call" he leant over, you thought he was going to kiss you but instead he leaned to your head and smelt you again.

"Sweet dreams...Like I said I'm just outside I wont let anything hurt you mate...Okay...Trust me?" You nodded meekly and he grinned then just like that he was gone.

You stayed like that for what seemed hours you looked straight up to your ceiling. It was unnerving and reassuring having him guard you but why? Why would he do such a thing? You got the feeling he didn't do this for everyone. But then again he did sort of admit to having feelings for you. Maybe he did like you and he had a point he cant just ask you out so maybe this was his comprise. You got drowsy as your thoughts began mingling confused half sentences made you feel tired. You needed some sleep you could think in the morning and you was feeling much better that he was here or said he was here. Even tho the eyes were watching you still, the feeling was there but you could finally sleep knowing that someone was there for you, you had no doubt that he would interfere if something did happen. By this point you didnt have it in you to question why he was helping you again or what he meant earlier any more you just had to rest, thankfully it wasn't to long before you fell into a restless sleep.

He hovered above your home once again watching and listening pleased with himself. He had approached you things had gone well he made himself clear. well he thought it was clear, he would look out for you because you were his mate, he even called you by your title and you did argue you just accepted it, accepted him. He felt like he was on cloud nine his eyes looked down to you seeing you settle, wriggling into the covers taking glances up as if you could see him there protecting you. Once you was asleep he stayed for hours, there was no need really you were frightened by him but he would overlook that infavour of cherishing this moment, the moment when you had allowed him to guard you, you were down there you knew he was looking after you until the sun was beginning to rise. Nothing happened in the city he laid back lounging in the air absorbing the rays from the sun they would make up for his lack of sleep.

But finally and regretfully he had to leave. He sighed and left with a loud crack across the sky. He wanted you to know he had stayed. He swerved in the air making the short trip home. He was happy he had made progress and now could approach you each night without any suspicion or reason he could be near you and in time he would hold you again, caress you and love you. he changed quickly and got ready for his day at the office a smile on his face life was good.

You awoke with a start hearing a huge sound like thunder but not.it took you a moment to get your bearings but as soon as you did last night came back to you. Superman, he was here he helped you and watched over you for the night. That sound it wasn’t thunder It was him. You smiled slightly still unsure of what had actually happened last night but he must have kept true to his word and stayed the whole night, for you. You felt lighter that feeling was gone you could breath. Slowly you got out of bed making your way to the bathroom to begin your day. Feeling dare you say at ease, a tiny slither of hope crept through you, could this be the start of you finally getting back to normal. You bloody hoped so.

He spent the next few weeks frequenting your house sometimes you'd invite him in and you'd talk until you got tired then he would put you to bed..It was sweet and comforting. You were always nervous but he assumed that was just because you liked him. He had butterflies in his stomach when he saw you to. He had looked around your home smiling taking in your taste in decor. You had style homey and chic all in one, you'd do wonders with the house he was preparing once he moved you in.

He saw you as much as he could even following you in town a few times. He hadn't had to save you which was a shame; not that he wanted you in danger god no! but it would be nice to have an excuse to swoop in and save you once in a while. he couldn't very well walk down the street with you or date you in a normal sense but things were going swimmingly, but being unable to date you in public was also probably for the better. He did not like some of your acquaintances men mostly. He warn you to stay away from them they wasn't good for you but you’d ignored him.

He will admit he was displeased, he despised it but it would seem you got on with men more then women, you probably wouldn't if you had any idea of the things they whispered among themselves. Three of the men in your group of friend's wanted to fuck you, two of which had a fucking bet. Literally they wanted to see who'd fuck you first. It was a bet that they wouldn't ever accomplish, if they went to far he would make sure they wouldn't have anything to fuck a woman with.

No one was ever going to fuck you apart from him. And if they did force him to intervene...Well number one, he could do it so fast they would never know who or what fucking happened, two they'd probably bleed to death before getting help and three if they did survive and somehow knew it was him? no one would believe them. He was superman. A hero, the earths symbol of hope. Poster child of justice and peace. Who would believe that he flew down and ripped a couple of guys cocks off. Not many.

He didn't even like your toys, he wasn't jealous but he would rather you just come out and tell him. Just ask him to fuck you, to breech your luxurious feminine body and mark you, fill you until you was heavy with his seed;his child. You hadn't ever called out to him verbally as you withered and grinded on your selection of toys. But he supposed that was because you thought he would hear. You was a shy thing when it boiled down to it. But you were his, his mate, his other half so it was obviously him you were thinking of in those rare moments you allowed yourself. There has been a few mishaps in the beginning of your relationship he would admit. You was reluctant to let him touch you but now you'd gotten used to it! He could hold you to him and give you small caresses and such you had panicked when he tried kissing you, you were skittish he let it slide after all you he could wait for you, you'd come around. Besides he thought it was cute that you resisted him a little.

Currently he was guarding you in town, you'd left the house an hour ago. He had heard you enter the city and immediately dropped out of the office to investigate, he didn't like you out and about alone...or with your friends for that matter you were safe at home. For some reason you'd come over to the business park in the city he was curious as to why you'd venture out here normally you did shopping online now and only left your house when absolutely necessary. With a quick jerk to his head he looked down at the sound of sirens and screeching tires. What? Ah! it was an accident waiting to happen... Well might as well sort this out hey if what he does causes traffic you might even agree to a lift from him!

An overzealous police chase was speeding down the main street ducking in and out of the traffic causing a panic, they were coming from down town, jewellery thieves from what he could make out on the radios. Perfect. He ascended twisting then shot down landing on the car crushing the hood and flipping it before it could hit anyone but parts of the car flew through the air.

It landed in the center of the busy road glass fuel and oil everywhere. The road would be cornered off for clean up. So excited about the possibility of flying you home he had come in to fast again... He sighed trying to hide a grin, he would have a reason to see you in broad daylight! Around other people they would see him with you! They would know your his! he could flaunt your budding relationship. He tried containing his glee looking to the police unit who were surrounding the upturned car he moved flipping it back onto its wheels with a single hand before nodding dutifully to the officers as they thanked him others screaming orders to the criminals in the car. He looked around allowing the crowd a few moments to snap their silly pictures then shot back off into the clouds, he had more important things to do.

Now where had you got to... He closed his eyes listening he smiled picking up on your sweet melodious voice. To his left. He grinned moving lower to hear what you were up to as he listened his blood ran cold his body shook with fear and rage. Absolutely fucking not!

You were wrong! So so wrong! You hadn't got back to normal if anything you were so far from your normality that you believe you was going mad! The only time you felt sane and safe was when a certain kryptonian was around you. And even then that was taking a turn for the worst.

It had been another few weeks and since having the hero in your house you now had the horrid hunted feeling when out and about town in daylight which was new. Sure you could sleep at night somewhat now Superman Kal was there with you. You'd developed what you could call a friendship of a sorts. It was weird at first he did strange things. He sniffed you a lot and seemed to always have to be touching you, hugging ,holding hands he always had a palm on you or brushing up against him. You'd resisted at first but he was...persistent not in a bad way, it was like he couldn't help it like he was a hugger by nature sort of thing.

He was kind and gentle but he, there was something that sent red flags and you couldn't put your finger on it. He hadn't hurt you or insulted you but he seemed bossy? And passive aggressive he gave you what he called advice but it felt more like orders and got huffy if you didn't follow his 'advice' like a man child. And he did have a thing about safety. Its not safe to go there its not safe to do that bla bla bla. According to him you should just stay within your house and wait for him to come over.

Which is what you did in the end after a while of his griping you gave in. You found yourself being drawn in, you trusted him so you began to listen now you'd only leave the house if you absolutely needed to. Even though he said he made sure to always listen out for you. You'd laughed him off saying that was silly he couldn't be there all the time, but his face was set stern.

"Of course I can! I'm always here for you I could pick out your heartbeat, your voice from across the continent if I wanted to..No matter when or where if you need me just shout I will be there to protect you, I'm always here to protect you mate." It was weird and not once has he ever called you by your name it was always your pet name. Mate. You didn't ever call him out on it, you thought it was just a term for your friendship...The English always call there friends mate maybe he had been abroad and picked up on some slang, I mean if you could fly across the world in minuets you'd definitely spend time in other countries!

It was only another week later that you became worried, your paranoia had began to get out of control and you had begun to cling to him now, he didn't seem to mind in fact he seemed to enjoy your new found need for him to be around you. He held a smug look as you'd tell him he was the only thing keeping you together right now, that you were so grateful to him. But in the background you knew it was doing no good you were trapped. It was a slow descent into madness, paranoia and anxiety was the only constant, you felt sick when alone and had multiple panic attacks over the smallest things, like having to leave the house to get the mail. You'd spoke to him about getting help, seeing a therapist but he had persuaded you not to. He said he would help you through it, he would be here for you and that you can talk to him you believed him. A few days later when you'd argued with him over it he had stated quite bluntly that you couldn't afford it and you didn't need the money worry on top of everything else. It was a vindictive move on his part but once again he was right so you let it go. All his comment did was get you into an even worse state.

He was right you didn't need to pay someone to talk to not when you had him, he was a good listener he always listened he never judged and when he did throw in his opinions it was always with your best interest at heart..On the topic of money he had also convinced you to stop your medication

"It obviously isn't doing you any good, why pump your body with drugs if they aren't helping you mate?...You don't need them please....Don’t you trust me?" had you not been in such a vulnerable state you would have questioned him but no once again you trusted him to have your best interests at heart.

But through all this nothing was mentioned about his crush which you was thankful for. Your not to sure how you can turn down the man of steel but you'd have to. In the state you were in you couldn't pursue a relationship you had to get better!. You thought he had understood that without needing to say it. But then there was the attempted kiss a few days ago.

He was at your bedroom window, you'd opened it desperate for his visit carving to speak with him for a bit. You needed the company you had isolated yourself in fear of everyone around you, one of them was the culprit, the start of all this! you couldn't trust them but you could trust him. He protected you he helped you and listened. You liked to think you acted normal around him but in reality you knew he knew how sick you was. You'd leaned out a little to far for his liking and he had grabbed your shoulders and pressed you back gently.

"Hey! no mate back inside you'll fall I know you will I can't have that!" You giggled putting your hands on his once sliding then off. You leaned out again closer towards him.

"You saying you wouldn't catch me Kal? Hurt my feelings there-" he growled interrupting you with a fierce snarl

"Of course I would mate! I will always catch you! Never ever say something that stupid to me again!" You laughed him off waving your hand brushing off the words as banter not registering how serious he sounded. You'd been alone for to long now and just wanted some interaction,you loved his visits it was the only time you felt safe.

"I was teasing geez I know you wont let anything happen to me by now you love me to much~" he had just hummed a soft look across his face mumbling under his breath.

"I do" he licked his lips leaning in faster then you could really stop him, you tried shimmying back yourself back into the room but he held your wrist keeping you half hanging out. He stopped a hairs breath away from your lips. You froze tensing worried he would do it, that he would try and take a step you didn't want. He moved slower but you managed to dodge twisting your face pretending peek back at the clock in your room. He sighed as his lips met your cheek instead of their intended target. He moved his lips to your ear and spoke in a low baritone voice, he sounded disappointed.

"Get back inside, go to bed you need sleep. You had an early morning I will see you tomorrow mate." He was gone before you could see the dire look across his face

You shook your head after he had left, you panicked you were devastated what if he didn't come back? what if that was it? you'd never see him again? you had been a wreck that day crying yourself into hysterics thinking that was it! that night he had been a few hours late only adding to your turmoil. When he had arrived he quickly wrapped you up in his arms enjoying how you clutched at him so desperately. It may have been cruel to let you dwell in your pain a few hours longer, but he had to, it was a punishment for the way you'd refused him. He needed you to realize you were his. You needed him as much as he needed you. When he had come around he acted as if nothing happened ignoring the obvious rejection he simply ignored what he didn't like. He didn't like the almost kiss, didn't like that you'd pulled away so in his eyes it didn't happen. And that in itself was enough for you to not want a relationship like that with him.

It was then you decided enough was enough, as much as he had tried to help it just wasn't working you needed a change a new start you had made the drastic decision to move back home to central city. You were still being observed you didn't feel safe in your own home and that was something you couldn't see changing so today you were off to see an estate agent. You hadn't spoke to him about it, honestly you were dreading his reaction but he could always visit you travel wont really be an issue the talk was going to uncomfortable but it was necessary you couldn't stay here, not any more it was making you sick so today you was looking at property options you owned your house so was going to see how much they would buy it for. You gulped as you made your way out of your home anxious and shaking, this is why you were leaving something as simple as leaving the house brought a terror in your stomach so sickening you could barely function. You hoped you calmed down by the time you got to the office...But you doubted it. Once you were near the city that whole in your chest opened again your windpipe clenched painfully making it hard to breath. You were going to panic! you sat back on the seat of the bus you were stuck in traffic going nowhere fast. You wavered taking deep breaths closing your eyes just about ready to cry then you heard the gasps of 'superman' you turned quickly looking to the sky seeing him hovering looking down to your direction almost as if he was looking at you. You sighed and nodded to yourself. he was there. he was looking out for you.you calmed down inside you that feeling was still there that awful awful prey like feeling, but knowing he was around made you feel slightly better.

You sat with the woman brushing of your anxiety being down to the move. you looked at what they would effectively swap your home for, they were nice most in the suburbs two beds one caught your eye. it was a detached three bed house nice yard and a quaint neighborhood. You knew the area there was plenty of job opportunities in the local high street great transport links. you smiled.

"I like that one...Its a block away from my parents where I grew up... could I go see it? I am definitely interested." she smiled brightly as you said that seeing a sale in her sights.

"Yes of course..Its a lovely area as I’m sure you know very friendly which is hard to come by in these times...its around $25 000 under budget for what we would offer you on your place so you would also get change" she laughed you forced a chuckle just wanting this over asap.

"Wait what? I only paid around $140.000 for mine...Why the sudden change?." she chuckled

"Since Superman's appearance house prices in Metropolis have shot up no one moves out but everyone wants to be here to get a look at him!...We are the home to the only known alien on earth..People want to be here they believe its now one of the safest places in the country if not earth" you nodded it did make sense when she put it like that.

"Well at least I could decorate... is it empty now?" she smiled nodding shuffling the papers taking away the other houses seeing as you wasn't interested.

"Yes it is, ready to be moved into, if you like it and all goes well you will be able to pick up the keys in say three to four weeks? we even have a moving service for an extra fee packing delivering and unloading." you nodded looking a the pale green painted house. Yes you would go look. You sat and arranged a visit for a weeks time.

You left feeling lighter yet only for a few seconds when you got to the main road you screamed as before you could even blink and jump back at the sound of his violent landing Kal had grasped you roughly and took off again leaving a huge crater. You screamed as he did one huge swoop across the city to your home. You swore at him as he landed pushing you to your door. you turned to curse him out but stopped.

"What are you?" he cut you off snarling a single word twisting you roughly to the door.

"IN!" you gulped swallowing for the first time you were scared of him, frightened you moved opening the door with shaky hands and stepped inside he followed closely rage flooding his system. he directed you to your living room sitting you down.

"Your not leaving me mate...Your not going anywhere!,You are mine! My mate MINE!" he shouted making you squeak and flinch reminded of just how strong he was as his voice alone hurt your ears. He paced before you for a second then sat on your coffee table and leaned forward sharply pointing a finger at you.

"Y-You wasn't...Your not trying to leave me are you? I-I we were just about to start our life together..Why? Why would you do this? You love me..You have to I've seen it! Please this is a joke tell me this is a joke?..a cruel cruel joke!..Is it? TELL ME!" you shook as he grabbed you tears were in his eyes frantic his grip hurt.

"Kal Please! please calm down listen to me! I was going to tell you I'm just going to look at it! I'm not leaving, not yet anyway" he growled standing crouching over you pressing you tight back to the sofa you try to avoid his hot gaze.

"Your not leaving! you not going anywhere EVER!" you gasped out a sob frightened as he lost his cool you went to speak but he cut you off.

"You are mine, my mate, my one, you were made for me and you will stay with me! I thought I'd been clear! why do you think I was watching over you? I told you I couldn't stop thinking of you after the bridge. I love you. And you love me! I've seen it smelt it, the way you wither under your own touch, you do it for me...Tell me! tell me its me you think of, me! when you let your hands wander over yourself. I know you hold back your careful not to call out for me, you know I'm just above you, your shy you can't be blamed my love but I know...You don't have to hide anymore" he leaned close pressing himself between your thighs forcing your heat to press on him. You struggled to keep up with his dizzying rant.

Then you went cold. He had seen you touch yourself? He had been above the estate agents? and the night he came to you...Slowly it began to dawn on you just what had been going on. It. Was. Him.

He had been haunting you, he just admitted it since the bridge? he was watching spying. He's your stalker. You mumbled the words looking him right in the eye. He glared at you a sinister look and snarled giving you a firm shake and slammed your back into the sofa making the wooden frame creek.

"No! I was protecting you! its dangerous your small and alone you needed me! you still need me!" you scrabbled at him trying to get him off you screaming bloody murder. He was your stalker. The most powerful man on the planet! That’s why you felt it even in your own home. He could see through the walls!. You sobbed and struggled.

"You? You watched me..You wasn't protecting me! you were hurting me! you you isolated me! I'm worse now then I ever was! WHY? WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT? NO! GET AWAY GET OFF OF ME!"

He growled pressing forward holding your wrists down by your sides. He lunged froward and kissed your open mouth entangling his tongue with yours forcefully, he had to show you. You screamed into the kiss trying to twist lifting your legs trying to get your knees between you but it was no use. He was incredibly strong and you were nothing but a wisp of a thing, you were human and he was all but a god.

He moaned into your mouth licking away at your tongue tracing patterns on the roof of your mouth. In your squirming you'd slipped down your back curving and center brushing him higher on his abdomen. He grinned taking the opportunity to slide his knees below your hips making you rub against him you flinched and bit at him, trying to hurt him he chuckled at your silly little attempt. Is this what it was supposed to be like? you fight him so he overcomes you? so he proves his strength, his worth as a mate? did he have to pin you and take you to show he was able to protect your children?. It must be that. You were his mate. If that’s what you needed then he would deliver.

With a grunt and a smile he moved his hands releasing you suddenly he has hit with a barrage of hits he could see you wincing as you hurt yourself hitting and slapping harder and harder at him. He ignored you, they would bruise and you would tire, he focused on the task at hand moving his palms over your behind then dug in puncturing holes in the seam and pulled splitting open the fabric of your jeans effortlessly until they no longer had a crotch. You screamed a fought harder to no avail, he had made his decision he was going to indulge. He was tried of waiting and playing around he would fuck you, fill you and breed you then he would take you away. You said so your self you wanted to leave and like any good mate he will oblige.

You cried feeling your clothes become tatters, his frame was huge and unmovable. You'd have better luck denting concrete. He hummed pulling back as you bit at him again trying to scratch and claw at him. Your hands were throbbing form your relentless beating on him.

"Now now mate stop being silly...Did you know that your ovulating? that’s probably what all this is hmm? the running away? the struggling and fighting? your testing me, you want to know just how strong their fathers going to be? I understand that, I already know how much of a fierce little mate you are...Our children will be strong" you froze staring at him in horror you gathered that he was going to...to force himself on you but...The fact that he intended to finish inside of you? to fill you. He took the moment of shock to quickly undress he was back between your thighs before your legs had lowered to the seat. you did little more then shake as he slide a finger below your panties.

"shh shh I know its exciting....Our own family... Please don't struggle my love I don't want to accidentally hurt you. I want our first time to be enjoyable for you...And then I can get down to business and breed you properly I wont stop until I've seen it! until I know without a doubt your mine and your carrying proof of our love." contrary to the threat and the violent truth behind them his words were like honey. Sweet and soothing a gentle lilt to them as he moved pulling then gave a quick tug but you cried out at him as your panties fought to hold on he rolled his eyes moving to hold either side then pulled.

You wept as the last barrier between you was removed. He shushed you and pressed his fingers at your core instantly, you were dry. He scowled you shouldn't be. You should want him. He ignored your pleas and pailful whimpers as he plunged two fingers inside your tiny heat. He grunted as the warm muscle protested around his thick fingers you screeched curling your toes unable to kick out at him as he held your legs between his arms and ribs pressing them open around his wide torso. You panted and cried, you wasn't ready or willing you tensed as he moved his fingers gradually opening you up for him. You looked up and cursed him, he was the definition of a beautiful monster. You glared at him knowing there wasn't anything you could do he was Superman you had no hope in overcoming him so in one final act of defiance you spat in his face.

He turned his head letting it hit his cheek and froze eyes closed as it slowly slid down his cheek and turned slowly back to you grinning you watched in horror and slight disgust as his tongue poked out licking it into his mouth he moaned.

"My love...I had no idea you were so filthy, spitting in the bedroom isn't something I've tried before however for you my love I'd do anything~" you gasped as he reared back taking a deep breath and spat onto his fingers you yelped as his fingers ploughed it into your hot pussy, it was freezing cold. You hissed it stung bad as his speared it deeper inside of you.

"Oh love? did you not like that? is it too cold? I'm sorry..I thought since we were experimenting I could play with temperature a bit...Sometimes I just get excited is all...But hey thanks to your little spitting fit my fingers are going in so much easier. And your body is opening up! you'll be ready for me soon enough" you shook your head and wriggled wanted to be free of him.

"Please please not like this-I don't want to! don't make me! don't force me please Kal" your words fell on deaf ears as he moved closer humming at you cooing softly trying to coax you into relaxing.

His cool spit was warmed inside of you as his fingers prodded deeper and deeper curling back and forth. He looked down intently to your abdomen staring then smiled.

"Shh shh its okay I'm here.... See your getting wet now, your pussy knows...Its hungry can't you feel it? trying to trap my fingers inside of you? wanting so desperately to have me breed you, it wont be satisfied until your full and your bulging with my love." he angled his fingers forward and pressed holding his fingers still bar from an incredibly fast flicking of the tips of his fingers.

You screamed it felt like vibrating rabbit ears grazing your soft patch of nerves. You couldn't help yourself you rocked and grinded in unwanted lust. Your body moving of its own accord as he moved his digits your blood hummed racing and hot you panted and thrashed against him pitifully. You screamed throwing your head back twisting your hips trying to buck him off or to slip a leg from his grasp. He chuckled following you keeping up his pace.

"That’s it...That’s it love see?! you want me my love! good girl such a good girl keep going love here maybe this will help? you know I've watched you, how you angle your toys it should be about...here" then suddenly he pushed roughly to the spot you choked on your moan as you clenched around him in a painful forced orgasm. You wept as your nerves burned and your body ached spasming and jerking onto his hand. You trembled from head to toe moaning and grunting as your body was pushed to its limits.

He smiled pulling away from you slowly as you came down panting and whining with every deep breath you rocked forward as he slid the flat of his palm over your drenched cunt collecting your release and wiped it across his thick frightening cock. He was smothering himself making sure there was enough on his tip to breach you.

You gulped watching as he started at you his eyes were half lidded he moaned as he moved slowly across his own cock pulling and teasing as he did so wanting to entice you. It had to opposite effect, it was huge and looked lethal and angry you don't have to touch it to see it was throbbing you could see it. You hissed still weeping pleading with him not to do this he shuffled back, it was the cold breeze that alerted you to the fact he'd just stripped you bare. You whined as he moved twisting you to lay flat on you stomach on the sofa with warm wet hands he pulled you into position dragging you across the sofa leaving sticky hand prints across your skin that cooled as he removed his palms from your skin

You felt his hand wander over your back, your legs trembled you were tempted to run, to launch yourself over the arm and in to the kitchen, the hall cupboard, fuck you would even try to make a mad dash to the stairs if it meant you'd get away. Thought of escape were all abandoned as his large wet hand was placed at your neck his fingers cupped your throat gently, you could smell your own arousal as he shuffled you making you come up onto your hands an knees before him you whined crying moving one hand to his large wrist.

"P-PlEASE PLease st-stop this! ple-ase don't rape me!" you sobbed out his answer was a growl he squeezed you throat letting an echo of his strength through the fingers.

"I'm not raping you...I'm making love to you, I'm breeding you, you came y/n you want this your just shy and confused... that’s all just confused. It must be part of this mating bond or-or it could be your a human you don't understand not yet..You will!, you want me really I know you do, now hold still whilst I claim you, it will all be over soon and we can go home trust me." you whined trying to move forward as he brought his hips to yours. You mewled bawling your eyes out as he pressed the crown of his weeping dangerously virile cock to your lips. He took a breath and pulled you back by your neck.

He dragged your body back onto him eyes blown as he watched his cock disappear into your hot cunt, he groaned feeling your body try to reject him. You were small and no matter how ready you were it was a shock you were bound to put up some resistance you didn't mean to he reasoned.

You gasped as he force fed you his cock, it was painful and hot you tired thinking of anything else but it was hard to, he was huge and was pressing against everything! your mouth hung open in silent screams, he drowned them out with his own chorus of growls and praise blowing hot breaths across your back. You winced yelping out as he stuffed you finally he was met with a barrier with an inch or so to go. He grunted as the tip of his cock nudged something, then looked in past your spine. It was your cervix, you yelped as he pressed harder on your insides it hurt, you moved a hand back trying to stop him not knowing what he had hit but it was painful.

"YOu?! NO I CaN'T PLeASE NO MORE! YOUR TO BIG!" he ran a hand over your back hushing your panic trying to sooth you he explained.

"Hush mate I know..I can see its just your cervix...Your ovulating so its soft and ready just stay still whilst I push pas-" you screamed when you realized what he was going to say you quickly reached forward for the sofa arm.

He growled at your blatant disrespect of his status! He was your mate! in a knee jerk fury fueled reaction he moved releasing your neck bringing both hands to your hips and slammed you back making you scream as his cock slipped past your wombs last defense.

"THAT’S ENOUGH! BEHAVE AND TAKE IT!" his bellow was shouted over you painful cries as he then began to rock into you with no mercy or regard for you or your pleasure. He moved faster massaging your cunt intent on filling you just as nature intended.

"There see? like a fucking glove! now just behave if you stopped your fighting you'd be enjoying my cock by now!" you cried as your insides were battered enduring the thrusts that were meant to punish. He grunted loudly into your ear leaning over your back his abs skimming your sweat slicked back. You felt each thrust rock across your back the room was filled with your cries pleading him to get off, pull out and stop his replies were groans and satisfied grunts, finally you gave up he wasn't listening, he wont stop, he wasn't leaving anytime soon.

You closed your mouth digging your fingers into the sofa below staring at the soft cream fabric of the cushions that were bout to be completely ruined, biting your lip you tried to ignore everything. his grunts and the loud slapping sound that accompanied each brutal thrust.

"Fuuuuck yes! I can't wait...can't wait until you fucking pregnant! I'm gonna make you a Mother today! fucking breed you! my mate MINE! fuck fuck yes!" you cringed as he moved faster, your pussy was clenching around his hot cock pulling and twisting around him as he ignited your nerves massaging your spot effortlessly. you quivered legs trembling struggling to hold your weight as he began swelling inside of you.

You keened quietly feeling the throbbing of his flesh you shook as he brought a hand to your clit and rolled it in a fast figure eight motion your legs widened and our arms gave out you screamed pressing your face in the cushions below crying and pleading as you release over him one loud protest after another fell from your lips as you jerk violently against him. You cried in shame as your release was one powerful stream of cum hitting him washing his heavy tensing balls as they swayed tapping your oversensitive cunt. He laughed rubbing your clit faster making it last, you sobbed as another think stream followed instantly coating him and your sofa. He stuttered his hips cock swelling you felt his balls pulling taught wetting your lips with your own release.

"NOOO! NOO PLEASE Please don't cum in me!!! don't! your to deep I can't-I'm not ready for that please KAL NO!" you screamed at him one last ditch attempt to halt him as he grunted loud into the living room releasing what felt like torrents into your vulnerable womb.

You sobbed quietly into the sofa feeling his seed filling you he held sill and deep as his load continued its desecration of your empty womb intent on filling you just as he promised. He looked down watching as he flooded your insides then he let out a huge breath through clenched teeth.

"Fuck yes... That’s it, good girl..Good mate not letting anything escape, you cant not until its taken...If only you could see this love, like me I'm so high, so far inside you, I wouldn't be surprised if I've coated your stomach" You held still and silent not wanting to respond..What could you say, it was done. so you stayed there head down ass up with your once hero embedded deep within you waiting for him to pull out. But he didn't as soon as his balls were finished emptying he immedieatly began thrusting again trying to press his semen deeper wanting it to take. you groaned twisting to look at him why is he still hard? he just finished? he shouldn't still be going."Oh love we've just begun, I can last hours and I did say I'm breeding you its going to take more then one little load to be sure" that brought all new floods of tears as he rutted into your bruised body beginning a second round of what you feared was many.

True to his word he had you bent over on the sofa for most of the day, fucking you relentlessly after a few hours he had stopped, not because he was done. oh hell no, he stopped because you were chafing even with the copious amout of fluids you'd both made..Well mostly you he had bypassed your cervix each time and very little had escaped you he had made sure in some cases holding you by your crossed ankles and tilting you up bouncing you slightly much to your shame he would hold you high to rest almost completely on your shoulder blades to be sure he was getting as much in your womb as possible, after all as he kept saying he had a job to do. By this point your almost certain you were pregnant but he still wanted to continue just to be sure. Tho currently he was giving you a break he moved slowly through the house getting you a juice and thin sheet he found in the laundry basket in the kitchen.

He draped the sheet over your form then left to go up stairs for a wash cloth deciding you needed a wipe down. You jumped when you heard a loud knock at the door. You wrapped the sheet around your frame wincing as you moved hunched over you moved taking baby steps to the door. You swallowed as you opened the door to the police?

you frowned tugging the sheet tighter to yourself around your chest. The officers eyes widened at your appearance and he blushed he stuttered and cleared his throat you spoke first seeing as words escaped him.

"Y-yes can I help you?" he blinked and shook his head then managed a professional voice.

"Are you okay miss? we have had calls about screaming and a possible domestic disturbance all afternoon... Your neighbors thought you were in trouble, we hadn't been able to get out earlier-OOHH my ahem err well" you frowned as the officer began nodding stuttering suddenly looking anywhere but you, you turned seeing Kal there now back in his suit hair still purposefully left messy you swallowed and shivered flushing embarrassed as he made a point to fold the black washcloth in his hands.

"I apologize for that officer...We took the afternoon to ourselves and I got...Well I had to make up for my absences didn't I love..." you whined as he moved up behind you wrapping an arm around your still tender tummy you hissed as he rubbed your stomach and abdomen kissing your neck smirking. You could see one of your neighbor's lean far over her porch railing stealing a look wanting to know what all your screams had been about and covered her mouth in shock seeing the man of steel she flushed fanning herself as she realized it had been privvy to his fucking marathon, she turned waving down another of your neighbors pointing. You cringed pressing back into Kal wanting to run and hide. He smiled at you kissing your cheek again.

"Ah yes...Well then that’s...That’s fine no harm done I suppose I can let you off with out a ticket for disturbing the peace seeing as it was is well...I’m sure no one would mind after all you so for us... I'd just ask you both be more considerate of the neighbor’s in future they were very concerned said it sounded like she was being...Attacked." you flinched if only they knew.

Kal laughed rubbing your tummy then lower almost cupping your violated screaming pussy he tugged you back to him.

"Haha OH..See love I told you we should of role played somewhere else, you frightened your poor neighbors!...I do apologize we...Tried something knew she just couldn't help her self but I will try to keep her quiet next time." you whined twisting in his hold you turned to Kal embarrassed

"K-kal please stop talking..."

"Oh love come now, there’s nothing to be embarrassed about, I'm sure the officer has dealt with this type of thing before...” he handed you the washcloth in his hands “Here you go and relax I'll have your bath ready in a moment. Don't think I didn't see you waddling over here, I told you to stay put until id drawn your bath, your still to tender to be moving...honestly I should never have put you on top!" he ushered you in behind him into the house and stood tall in the doorway you cringed as he spoke a little to loud for your liking as you heard your neighbor gasp and began giggling with each other.

"Once again I'm sorry for wasting your time but as you can see everything is fine" the other man nodded smiling to him shaking his outstretched hand only to happy to have the opportunity.

"We had to check it out as I'm sure you understand" Kal nodded laughing then bid goodbye to the man then called an apology to the giggling flushed neighbors then turned shutting the door behind him then walked into the living room finding you curled up on the floor crying.

He sighed and quickly scooped you up taking you up to bed. He would wait until you were asleep before moving you to his own secluded home he had prepared for you, for now he would hold you. it must have been a shock to find your soulmate just as it had been for him, but unlike him he would not allow you to go through the roller coaster of emotions alone, he would stay right here with you every step of the way.

#dark superman #dark! superman x reader #dark superman x reader #superman smut #superman x you #superman x reader #superman imagine #clark kent x you #clark kent smut #clark kent imagine #clark kent x reader #dark clark kent x reader #dark! clark kent x reader #clark kent x y/n #superman x y/n

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whitecatindisguise · 4 years

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Silenced

I got inspired yet again! @wheredomelodiescomefrom, you, my friend, are the amazing artist and one providing one of the best inspirational pieces.

This oneshot in particular was inspired by this picture. Hope you guys enjoy it as much as I did writing it.

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Varian stared at the graphtyc laying on the workbench. He still didn't know why it was hidden in his father's room, along with the chest full of mysteries.

I mean-

When your father is a farmer, the last thing you expect to find amongst his things is the suit of armour with a peculiar symbol you didn't see before in your life.

So, yeah. Saying Varian's interest was piqued was a huge understatement. Adding to that he didn't have any way to ask his father about that... you probably get the idea.

Anyway... The graphtyc contained a part of the bigger scroll of some sort, seeing how the words and symbols cut off in the middle. Also, it was visibly torn apart. Yeah, that too.

It took him several days, filled with frustration and flying papers when he was stuck on a particularly puzzling phrase, but he finally had the scroll (or at least the part from the graphtyc) translated.

From what he had gathered, the black rocks were the manifestation of some 'great evil', which seemed to emerge after the Sundrop Flower was taken away. The same flower that, according to the scroll, was the only way to get rid of them.

Varian groaned and let his head hit the table in frustration. Ruddiger chittered anxiously from his spot on the side but the boy ignored him.

What if he knew how to take care of the black rocks if he couldn't do anything about it? Even if he knew where the Sundrop Flower was held (because he refused to believe the King simply got rid of the flower with such power; he must have stored it somewhere), there was no way he could just go and get it. Not with those masked men watching his every move and making sure he doesn't leave the village.

He didn't know who they were, but he could bet they were on the King's orders. No one else had any purpose in making his life even more miserable than it already was.

Coming back to the point of the Sundrop Flower... it was probably stored somewhere on the castle grounds. If only there was a way for him to get in unnoticed...

He trailed off as his thoughts moved to a certain long-haired princess with promise issues. Surely with character like hers, enjoying freedom and sneaking out, she must have known about some secret way in and out of the castle.

His eyes wandered to the bottle he fished out of the river not so long ago. It contained several drops of a potion which changed the personality of the unfortunate victim. With some minor adjustment, he should be able to convert it into a truth serum and use it to learn of the Flower's whereabouts. And once he knows that, he could use the Princess to get in and out with no problem. But how to convince her to help him...?

He looked back at the graphtyc and then turned to stare at the enormous monolith, the yellow bits barely visible under the cloth he covered it with. Yeah... he could work with that.

If his calculations were correct, the Princess birthday were approaching, meaning the Coronans would start leaving gifts and cards under the Princess statue. If he could send her the message using the lantern, telling her to come...

Varian worked quickly after that, scribbling a short and desperate-sounding note, securing it with the key to the graphtyc and tying the whole thing to the string attached to a lantern. He, then, took the graphtyc and looked around for a place to hide it.

It couldn't be too obvious, but, at the same time, couldn't be too difficult either. His eyes spotted the Flynn Rider shrine at the back of his lab and he grinned. He approached the spot and picked up one of the books. His heart hurt at what he was just about to do, but it was for a higher cause.

With a heavy heart, he cut out the hole in the middle of the pages and pushed the graphtyc inside. Then, he closed the book and put it exactly in the middle of the shrine. There, that will do it.

With everything ready, he waited until the early night hours and then carefully sneaked out of the house. Ruddiger was anxious at letting him go, but Varian was certain it would be easier for him to do it alone, even if he himself felt a little too anxious.

He creeped through the abandoned village, eyes and ears open for any movements and sounds. Ever since the villagers left, Old Corona felt more eerie at night. Black rocks sprouting all around only added to the creepy atmosphere. Varian repressed a shudder as he continued down the empty streets, the lantern and the message cradled in his arms.

He was almost out of the village, when he felt someone suddenly grab him by the arm and pull him back. He fell to the ground with a startled yelp, the lantern falling out of his hands.

"And where do you think you're going?" A masked man appeared in his corner of vision, towering over the laying boy.

Varian froze up, terror overwhelming his movements. He heard another man shuffle around and, with horror, he noticed him pick up the lantern and unseal the letter.

"What is the meaning of this?!" The man holding the letter approached the boy and he shuffled back, terrified.

"P-please, no!" He cried, already feeling the tears welling in his eyes.

The man reached out and pulled him up roughly. Varian let out a pained yelp and tried to escape the hold, only for the grip to harden.

"Where. Is. The. Graphtyc?" The man seethed, shaking the poor alchemist.

"N-no, please." Varian's voice trembled with fear. They couldn't get the scroll. It was the only way to persuade Rapunzel to help him. And it belonged to DAD.

"It's probably somewhere in his lab." The other man said and the one holding Varian hummed thoughtfully.

"You're right." He nodded and turned his attention back to Varian. "So, here is how it's gonna be, kid. You can either tell us where did you hid the graphtyc, or watch us turn your whole lab upside down to find it."

Varian's eyes widened at the implication and he stared with horror at the man. His mind was already showing him the visions of how the lab would look like if he didn't cooperate. Spilled chemicals, destroyed experiments, unusable instruments...

"P-please..." He begged, eyes filled with tears.

"Where. Is. It?!" The man shook him again and Varian cried both in pain and realisation.

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Varian sobbed quietly, held by under the elbow by one of the masked men. His arms were bound behind his back, a gag tied around his mouth, the taste of material filling him from the inside.

The man who held him had the graphtyc in his hand, the other keeping the lantern and the letter. Varian heard the sounds of wheels and his heart dropped. The prison cart appeared at the entrance to the village, driven by another one of the masked men.

The cart stopped and Varian was roughly pushed inside, stumbling and falling to the wooden floor. The door were locked and he heard the men exchanging some words with the driver, before the cart was moving again.

Varian shuffled towards the corner of the cart and leaned against the wall. He missed Ruddiger already, but didn't regret telling the raccoon to run. He only hoped his only friend was safe and not captured by the men, like he was.

After quite some time, the cart rolled to a stop and the door were opened once again. He was dragged out of the cart and roughly pulled through the dark corridors of the castle, finally finding himself in the deepest part of the dungeons.

One of the guards unlocked the door, while the other unbound his arms and pushed the terrified boy inside, before the door locked again. Varian stumbled to his feet and ran up to the wooden door, pounding on them desperately.

"No! Please! Let me out!" He cried, fist hitting the wood. "I only wanted to help! I only wanted the king to listen!"

"Save your breath, kid." The guard at the other side of the door growled. "No one will hear you here, anyway."

Varian heard the guards laugh and their footsteps started to ebb.

"No! Please! Don't leave me here!" He cried more desperately. He heard the guards ascend the stairs, the door opening and closing, the lock turning.

He cried for several more hours, his voice becoming hoarse, his hands starting to bleed from the pounding on the door. He didn't hear any more sounds than those he made himself.

Finally, worn out by his desperate attempts, he slid to the cold floor and hugged himself, crying over his fate.

Yet, another enemy of the King was silenced.

#varian #masked men #ruddiger #quest for varian what if scenario #art inspiration #angst #imprisonment #variangst #kitty mom writes

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madamskk · 3 years

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Cigarettes

Based on the LOVELY @shoyokuns post found here (with their permission of course)

Lmao this got wayyyyy longer than expected, very h word

Warnings: (Intended as consensual but could be taken as non so I’m putting this on my DC list to be safe) Sadomasochism heavy, D/s in parts, human furniture sorta, pet names, mentioned (but desired) punishment, exhibitionism, begging (for it), f!reader, please read with caution

I just picked a couple characters from each category because I couldn’t make up my mind.

I’m so tired lmao I’m sorry for typos

Starts after the cut so I don’t hog your dash

“Makes you hold your mouth open for him to use as an ashtray:” (Oikawa and Osamu)

Oikawa:

Oh god do your knees hurt. He didn’t give you your kneeling pillow this time, so you only have the low-pile rug protecting your kneecaps from the cold floor. You hadn’t been waiting in your proper place once he got home like he wanted you, so you don’t get the extra comfort today. He’s clicked his tongue at you about it, but just settled into his grand reading chair regally, popping a cigarette between his lips and lighting it with one hand. The other was busy, running through your hair, until it suddenly yanked your head back. You stifled a moan about it, but you hold the position he’s put you in.

Those fingers plunge into your lips, spreading them apart and pulling on your tongue until it’s strained out of your open jaw. He fingers your soft insides a moment longer just to enjoy the texture, the obedience, before he focuses on enjoying his smoke fully, wiping your slobber off his hand on your own cheek.

Your eyes are trained on your king, sitting just to your left, soft lips wrapped around the end of a cigarette. A smooth inhale later, and he’s puffing the smoke out, and the tip goes back between his lips like he doesn’t want a single breath of fresh air to break up the nicotine.

Your mouth would water if it wasn’t so dry from being open for him.

You watch the ashy end grow longer as he inhales, waiting, waiting, waiting for it to get to the right length. Barely blinking.

Your tongue stretches out of your mouth the moment Oikawa looks at you. He reclines his head on one propped up arm as he watches, smiling, hand moving above your expectant face.

One twitch of his wicked long fingers and dry, powdery, warm ash hits your mouth.

“Good pet, don’t want to ruin the new rug, do we?”

You might ruin it anyway with how much you’re dripping.

Maybe in a few minutes, once he’s done with this cigarette and you’ve swallowed everything for him, he’ll let you grind your aching sex on his shoe and let you swallow something else.

Osamu:

Good ashtrays don’t talk. Good ashtrays don’t move. Good ashtrays barely blink.

You focus on your breathing, keeping it shallow, trying not to squirm your heel between your legs to get some relief.

And Osamu is slouching forward in his chair, elbows on his knees, smoking. He’s had a long day. You can see it in the bags under his eyes. His hand running through his pretty hair as he sighs. He hasn’t acknowledged you once during this smoke session, slowly trying to relax the tension from his shoulders by rolling his head and filling his lungs with nicotine. His eyes are hazy as they stare at the ceiling. He leans back into the chair, blowing the smoke upwards like it’s aimed at something.

And there you are, being so good.

And being totally ignored. Because you’re a good ashtray for Osamu.

You love when he’s brooding like this, how threatening he looks with the cigarette hanging from his lips and his biceps bulging every time he shifts. Love being his good little ashtray to make him feel better.

You patiently wait, holding back how you want to whine the longer the ash gets on his cigarette. The more ash there is, the more likely you’ll breathe some in and choke on it, and ashtrays definitely don’t choke.

Being ignored is getting to you, stoking the fire in your belly, making you more and more needy. But you hold still. Waiting, hands on your knees, for everything he wants to give you.

You might just have to hold your breath! That isn’t his problem, after all.

He doesn’t even glance your way when his arm swings over, and you have to shift to catch the ash he flicks, mouth wide open for the ash like you're desperate for it, tongue swallowing it down immediately before opening up for more, hoping you weren't too obvious.

“You moved” he says, and when you see his smoldering, narrowed, dark eyes on you, you feel your thighs press together.

You’d point out that he missed, but that’d get all your orgasms ruined for a week.

“Wanna be a brat today, huh?”

Yes, that’s exactly what you wanted.

Because sometimes even good ashtrays need punished.

And right now, you want to be used. Which is exactly what you’re going to get!

“Smokes during sex and puts them out on your tits:” (Sakusa, Kageyama)

Sakusa:

Some days it’s almost impersonal when he fucks you. On the days he’s stressed enough to smoke, which he thinks is nasty, he wants to avoid any further mess.

But he also wants to use your cunt until the stress totally leaves his shoulders and that space between his eyebrows can flatten.

So he’s conflicted between wanting you creaming on him, and wanting you to not spill a single drop anywhere.

However, he makes an exception.

He keeps his ashtray on the night stand so he can get relief via nicotine and via you at the same time. Pressing down on your torso with one huge hand to keep you against the trashed bedsheets, he stands between your legs fully upright, as little skin-to-skin contact as he can manage while he’s fucking you. This way, he can reach over to the ashtray when he needs to.

He can also watch the way your tits bounce with every plunge into you cunt, hard enough that it’s moving the mattress on the frame. He can hear your needy cries that it’s too deep.

But you aren’t safewording out.

You see the glow of the cigarette in the dim room, red hot, illuminating his face as he inhales the last time. He didn’t even bother taking his mask off when he got home, or undressing at all besides unbuttoning his pants to get himself off.

His eyes have been on your perfect, round, bouncing tits the whole time. Thrusting harder just to see them jiggle more. And he sees the little discolored scars from all the other times he’s done this. You know exactly what’s coming. After you hit an orgasm so fierce that your eyes roll back and your back arches like you’re asking for it, he presses the end of his cigarette right to your sensitive nipple.

The ash gets everywhere, but it’s the only mess he’ll put up with right now. His one exception.

Because with you thrashing for a whole different reason, he finally cracks a smile.

Kageyama:

He’s grinning the whole time. When he gets home and snatches you away from whatever you’re doing to throw you on the bed.

You bounce and laugh.

He’s smiling when he slips into your arms, kissing you breathless. And you don’t suspect a thing, when he leans up and his shirt is tossed over his head in a gorgeous display of firm muscles as his torso rolls with it. You salivate at the sight.

But he’s still smiling?

You catch on only when you’re naked and wanting beneath your boyfriend, and his fat cock is spearing you open, when he reaches for the nightstand.

“I just bought a new pack,” Kageyama says, and your eyes go wide. Now you know. He’s had a really, really shitty day. And his mood is sadistic.

When he’s slamming into you again and again, your legs wrap around his hips and your arms around his shoulders for some semblance of stability, sweat slicking your bodies with every down and forward motion of his cock, he’s smiling as he takes another drag of his cigarette. He lets the ash cover your bed in grey smears, the smoky smell mixing with the scent of sweat and the scent of Tobio, filling your lungs.

And then he blows the smoke right in your fucking face to see you splutter and your eyes tear up.

He loves that look on you, so he does it again. Stops his thrusts so he can kiss you firmly. Forces you to open your mouth, where he holds you until you inhale his lung-full of smoke, choking on it.

You wheeze when he shoves his cock forward again, not having a second to recover. He doesn’t give you an inch of space. Hell, you’re surprised he hasn’t singed your ear each time he takes another long drag.

When he finishes this cigarette, you’d wonder where he was going to put it out if your brain hadn’t leaked out your eyes and your pussy.

He’s still smiling.

And it only gets bigger when you feel the white hot mark of his cigarette on the delicate underside of your breast, and he presses it there harder as you silently scream, orgasming around him. Kagayama drinks up the sight, commiting every shudder and goosebump and cry to memory.

He wants you to feel this, his mark, every time you put on a shirt for weeks.

“ Tells you to hold out your arm in public so he can put it out:“ (Atsumu, Iwaizumi)

Atsumu:

It’s another fucking press conference, at least this one isn’t as big, only 5 or so stations represented in the interview hall. Atsumu has always been talented, and now he’s talented at smiling for the camera even when they get annoying. He’s got that chaotic fire hidden behind his teeth.

But he has you by his side! You’re holding hands, and that small connection to you always helps him breathe evenly. He glances down at your entwined fingers as a reporter lists out a question, brings your hand to his lips to kiss it with a tiny glance your way.

Cameras flash and you smile, leaning into his shoulder. He’s the sweetest boyfriend, truly.

He interrupts another personal question to address the reporters gathered in the room.

“Do you mind if I smoke?”

After hearing scattered affirmations, he lets go of you briefly to cup his hand around the cigarette between his lips so he can light it. Inhaling, exhaling, he grabs your hand again.

“Sorry, you were saying?” he tells them, winning smile made even more so by the attractiveness of him smoking.

You tried not to gawk at him. Atsumu could be a model if he wanted, it wasn’t like he didn’t have offers. And you love it when he smokes. The smell alone turns you on now. The man loves smoking while you blow him in back alleys and back porches, so your mouth waters automatically. You bring a hand up to your blouse sleeve, touching the last scar he made there. You’re his favorite person ever, and the best smoking partner he could ask for, always so obedient, trying not to thrash too much even when your skin sizzles from his cigarette butt.

And his sharp eyes notice you looking. You know that look.

He wouldn’t, would he? Not here.

If you ever think those thoughts about Miya Atsumu, be prepared to be proven wrong. Because the moment he finishes his cigarette, he turns to you, interrupting the reporter again.

“Sleeve”

A simple order, loud enough for the newscasters to hear, and you go a little pale. But you want it! But you don’t, too. There’s so many people, wouldn’t this ruin his reputation?

“Sleeve” he says again, a little more insistent. But he gives an out. “Unless, you don’t want to?”

You glance at the reporters watching so closely, filming live. And at Atsumu, waiting on what you’re going to do, smirking wider every second, seemingly saying “tick tock, baby” as the cigarette threatens to burn away.

Before you can think too hard, you unbutton your cuff, rolling up your sleeve so he can see your smooth forearm.

And he grabs it tight in his other hand to force you still. Wouldn’t want it to be too messy!

Sizzle

There’s a gasp you bite your lip bloody to contain as your body lights up with the pain, and you see cameras flashing, and smell a scent that reeks like burning flesh because that’s exactly what it is.

Iwaizumi:

There’s a new movie out!! Mattsun texted Makki and Iwaizumi about it last week, told Iwa to bring you and you’d all have a movie night at his place. Makki agreed to bring the popcorn if Iwa would bring the eye-candy. You, the eye candy in question, laughed, but Iwa sent you a glare. Your boyfriend called Makki a dumbass and refused until he promised to bring a carton of cigarettes for the three to share to make up for his joke (he had a new part-time at a place that’d give him a generous discount, he’d said).

You four pile on the familiar couches, you snuggled into Iwaizumi’s side with old blankets and a big vat of buttery snacks, and someone hits play on the movie.

Iwa could never hold back from nicotine for long, not around those two. He mostly smokes socially, but Mattsun and Makki smoke all the time, and that’s why the house is already hazy when you and Iwa show up that Friday.

Makki makes another flirty comment that you giggle at, used to his antics, but you guess Iwa wasn't feeling his bullshit today since his hand tightened on your waist.

You press a kiss to the possessive man's temple, quietly murmering "only you, Haji," to soothe him, and it works a bit.

But you watch Iwa.

You supported his desire to stop smoking so often, but god does the man look ridiculously sexy in the dark room, soft glow of the cigarette hitting his strong fingers and strong cheekbones. You’ve missed the purse of his lips, too much like a kiss, the glow on his tanned skin, the casual air he exhales with. The quick and natural flick of his fingers into the nearest ashtray. You don’t realize you’re staring until his eyes catch on yours.

You flush a little, caught. But you keep looking.

Iwa huffs a little laugh, holding the cigarette by his forehead as he grins at you. But it isn’t a kind grin, per say.

“You want it?”

That’s hard to deny when you’re squirming under his heavy arm. nearly itching at your skin. You remember when you were a little younger and he smoked like this all the time, how he’d turned you into a writhing little masochist beneath him.

You’re yanked into his lap, getting the attention of Makki and Matsun, feeling their eyes solidly on your squirming body. Maybe he's still feeling territorial, maybe he just wants to drive you crazy. Iwa’s hard chest is against your back, one hand still on the forearm he used to pull you with, while the other is holding the cigarette to his lips. You feel his lungs fill on a loooong inhale, and your own breath speeds up. You can’t help how you gush at knowing what’s about to come.

“Gimme your arm.” tone quiet.

You can’t, in front of Makki and Mattsun-

“Gimme your fuck’n arm.” still that quiet tone, 'quiet' not to be confused with a suggestion. It's a command.

“Beg, baby. If you’re so needy, then beg.” he’ll never get enough of embarrassing you, and then making you beg for the very embarrassment you blush about.

With a whimper, you turn your face away, and slowly, reluctantly present the arm he isn’t holding.

But it isn't enough.

There’s a small moan to the side of you, but you can’t tell who from. It makes your cheeks hot.

“Please, please put it out on me, Hajime please-”

A quiet ‘fuck’ from one of his friends, and you can feel Iwa smile cruelly into your neck.

“Good fuckin girl”

And he presses the butt hard into the skin of the inside of your wrist, the most painful spot manageable. The most possessive.

And then you’re forcing your arm still while the rest of your body strains away, going tense and jolting, legs kicking out, but just his hand on your other arm holds you tight in place. Totally at his mercy. You aren’t screaming, you’re moaning so loud your voice cracks, eyes rolling back and cunt tingling with the burn.

You swear if he touched your clit right now, you’d squirt all over Mattsun’s raggedy couch.

#kageyama x reader #oikawa toru x reader #iwaizumi smut #osamu miya x reader #sakusa x reader #atsumu x reader #haikyuu smut #18+#god what have I made #can you tell I'm h word for kags #and sadism is my favorite thing ever #madamsKK-off-menu #god I'd hate to be atsumu's publicist #especially after that one #iwa letts makki and mattsun hit it after i stg

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flowers-creativity · 3 years

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Febuwhump Day 6: Insomnia

Fandom: The Musketeers

Characters: Aramis, Porthos

Warnings: None

Summary: Aramis can’t sleep

Notes: First Febuwhump ficlet! I’m not doing all of them but will post if and when the muse strikes.

This one is for @aini-nufire who suggested Aramis and insomnia.

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Later, he could no longer say when it had started. Probably around the time after the King had announced that the Queen was with child. Beaming and proud and with no doubt at all that his childless marriage had finally been blessed. The only one in the room who knew what had actually happened was Athos, and one look had made it clear that sympathy was not high on his list of reactions to the news.

So he hadn't gone to him to look for it. And he could not go to Porthos, which hurt in its own special way, nor to d'Artagnan, which hurt in a different way again.

As was his wont to do, he went to others for, if not sympathy, at least companionship. But between the memory of one stolen night with a lonely woman who told him he was worth her touch, her affection, the shadow it was casting on his friendships, his family of those three soldiers, his brothers, and the thought of what was to come – and he was terrified, and terrifyingly excited … Companionship did not help.

So he stopped going to Madame du Peigne, to sweet Marie, to playful Yvette. Instead, he went home, to his apartment near the Garrison, and fell into bed in the vain hope that maybe at home, his mind would rest.

And then he got up and lit a candle, sitting until the small hours of the morning poring over his Bible until his eyes ached and his mind was awhirl with quotes and parables that might have helped at another time but this time, did nothing to soothe the sting of his mistakes and how little he actually regretted them.

When the sun rose, he got up, tied his weapons belt around his waist and marched into the Garrison as if he wasn't dragging the weight of too many sleepless nights with him.

He could keep this up. And at some point, he would be so tired that he would be able to sleep, his mind be damned. He was sure of it.

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“Aramis!”

Aramis yanked his head up, opening his eyes – he did not remember closing them … “Huh?”

Porthos loomed in front of him, bent over the table and a hand on Aramis' shoulder. “You alright? Almost landed face-first in the soup there.” Dark eyes bored into his, worriedly searching for something.

Aramis leaned back and tried not to feel too disappointed when Porthos' hand slipped from his shoulder. “Oh … Ah,” he hedged, then yawned, which was only half play-acting. “I guess I must've fallen asleep for a moment. I'm just a bit tired.”

“Hum,” Porthos said as he settled on the bench opposite without his eyes leaving Aramis' face, “you've been looking a bit tired a lot, lately. Not sleeping well?”

How about not at all, Aramis thought bitterly. But aloud, he said: “Oh, you know. Madame de Chalon's husband is away, and who am I to waste such a perfect opportunity?” He grinned his usual charmer's grin and hoped that he was good enough an actor that Porthos would not notice it didn't reach his eyes.

Porthos rolled his eyes good-naturedly, even if the worry was not completely gone. “Well, I'd say when you start falling asleep at the mid-day meal, it's time to cut back a bit. You never listen to me, though, so I won't waste my breath.” He shrugged his broad shoulders. “Just take care, alright? I won't be there to keep you from drowning in your soup all the time.”

“I always listen to you!” Aramis protested, ignoring the ache the whole conversation was stirring in his heart. It wasn't Porthos' fault, just the contrary. It was Aramis who had done something so huge, so dangerous that he could no longer sit and banter with his friends like they used to, that he could not ask his oldest friend for help when the thoughts of it haunted him. That he could not confess to him the darkest part of it: that he did not regret it. Not the night itself, nor what had come of it. Not the thought of a child – his child.

Porthos snorted. “Alright, you listen sometimes,” he acquiesced magnanimously. “But always is as much as an exaggeration as never.”

Aramis conceded the point with a tilt of his head, then dragged himself off the bench and said: “I'll better go and take a nap before afternoon training, then, so I won't fall asleep with a musket in my hand. I'll see you then?”

“Sure,” Porthos said, grinning widely and waving at him. “And don't oversleep, or I'll come and drag you out of bed for a bath in the horse trough. That'd wake you up quickly, eh?”

Aramis returned the grin to the best of his abilities. “No, thanks, I prefer gentler ways of being wakened.”

“Not gonna put on a dress and wake you up with a kiss!” Porthos called after him as he walked away, and the grin Aramis gave him over his shoulder felt more natural. “You'd look really nice, though!” he called back.

His grin faltered quickly, though, and he spent the next hour lying on his bed, wide awake, and tried to find a way how he could have told Porthos the truth without putting a noose around his neck like he had done to Athos.

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Standing guard was Hell. Aramis was convinced of it. Training was bad – and his performance got worse by the day – and patrols were bad – and he thanked God every time they made it through without his fatigue getting one of them killed – but standing guard was Hell. Nothing to do that required as much attention as he could spare, no conversation that kept his thoughts from straying, no movement that kept his limbs from locking up … He was sure he was trembling, and his eyes stung with involuntary tears that he blinked away quickly.

“Aramis,” he heard Porthos hiss at him, and he shook his head without looking at him.

“Aramis,” his friend repeated, “you're not well. I can see it. Everyone can see it.”

Aramis shook his head again, staring straight ahead. If he dared look at Porthos right now, he would lose it.

Porthos huffed impatiently. “Y'know, I don't wanna know what's going on. You don't need to tell me. But you can't go on like that. Look at me, Aramis.” He suddenly loomed before him, and Aramis shrank back, startled. Strong hands caught him by the elbows, keeping him upright. “When did you sleep last?”

Aramis willed his sluggish brain to come up with a quip, something that sounded enough like him that it would dispel the worry in Porthos' dark eyes. But in the end, all he managed was a pathetic “I don't know” as he blinked again, feeling moisture collecting in the corners of his eyes. That much was the truth – he had long lost track of when he slept, snatches and seconds here and there, maybe even half an hour at a time, but none of it feeling like he had truly slept and doing nothing to lighten the burden of fatigue weighing down on him.

Porthos looked at him a while longer, and Aramis felt himself swaying on his feet, clinging desperately to the last shreds of his self-control so he didn't break down right here, in Porthos' arms. Porthos huffed again and turned away. “Stay here,” he ordered. “I'm gonna talk to Athos.”

Aramis nodded helplessly, leaning back against the wall as Porthos released his grip. He drifted in his stupor until Porthos appeared again at his side and took his elbow in a strong grip. “So,” he announced, “we're going home. And you're going to sleep.”

“But,” Aramis sputtered, “our shift--”

“--is over now,” Porthos talked over him. “Don't worry about it.” He steered Aramis through the Palace's halls, paying little attention to anything else and overriding all of Aramis' weak protests. Finally, Aramis gave in – not that he expected that he would actually sleep, no matter how much Porthos wanted to help. What could he do, really? He could not take his thoughts away.

The ride to the Garrison was a blur in his mind, as was the walk up to his rooms – no, wait, these were Porthos' rooms. Aramis looked around, at a loss why Porthos had brought him here.

Porthos walked him to his bed, sat him down and sat back on his haunches before him, meeting his gaze with a dark scowl. In any other, this would have looked fearsome but even in his fragile state, Aramis could not help but know this look. This was Porthos at his most protective.

“Alright,” his friend started, “here's how I see it. There's somethin' goin' on that don't let you sleep. Don't tell me it's Madame One-or-another or Mademoiselle So-and-so. I know what you look like when you're tired because you've been enjoying yourself. So it's somethin' else, and you're not talkin' to me about it. Or the others.”

Aramis could do nothing more than nod dumbly. All of his usual light banter had dried up, and he knew it had gone too far, anyway. Porthos would never accept diversion now.

“So this is how it's gonna go,” Porthos continued. “We're goin' to bed now. And I won't ask, and you don't have to talk. But you will sleep.”

“I can't,” Aramis choked out.

“You will,” Porthos repeated confidently. “Because you know I'm here, and I've got your back.”

Aramis shook his head and leaned forward, burying his hands in his hair. “No, Porthos, Porthos, please,” he begged without knowing what he was asking for, “I can't, I--”

Porthos' hands closed around his wrists, and he tugged until Aramis had no choice but lift his head and meet his gaze. “Trust me,” Porthos implored.

There was only one reply to that: “Always.”

Porthos nodded, satisfied. “Come on.” He helped Aramis shed his doublet and boots, then guided him until he lay prone on Porthos' bed. Aramis let it happen, past refusal and past hope. He listened to Porthos moving around the room, closing the curtains so the room was dipped into a half-light, then shedding his own outer layers and crawling into the bed behind him. Porthos' arms closed around Aramis and pulled him back to his chest, his bulk shadowing him. The warmth emanating from that broad chest seemed to sink right into his bones, and he only now became aware of how cold he had been. He closed his eyes and let himself sink into it, into the strength and protection promised by the arms folded around him. Even if he could not sleep, he could rest here, knowing that his friend was here and did not want to pry, wanted nothing but for him to be warm and comfortable and get better.

Porthos' voice was a balm as he whispered: “Sleep, Aramis. I have your back.” It stripped him bare but at the same time, enveloped him like a warm blanket. Trust me, Porthos had asked, and he did, with a child's simple knowledge that no evil could touch him here. Not even the nightmare of his own creation that his life had been recently.

“Sleep,” Porthos repeated, and with a deep sigh, Aramis let go.

He slept.

#febuwhump #febuwhumpday6 #fanfic #the musketeers #flower writes #aramis #porthos #insomnia

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goldeneyedgirl · 4 years

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Part 2 of MCU/Twilight verse

“That MCU crossover I’m writing that actually hasn’t mentioned the MCU at all yet.”

Alt 7: Found Family

Rating: T for swearing

Words: 2,551

Summary: Twilight X MCU crossover. The Snap doesn’t just kill humans. What happens next?

Notes: Is this even Whump-y enough to count to Whumptober? I don’t know, everyone’s grieving. I made myself watch Endgame again and I found something useful. I know it probably feels like I wiped out a lot of characters, but there’s method to my madness. I’m desperately resisting the urge to make some obvious corrections to the MCU, and I’m pretty sure the last two chapters are going to be needlessly self-indulgent. And yes, I need a title.

Part One here

two. survivors

What happens next?

It’s a good question, and one Alice used to be able to answer. Her predictions have… well, they haven’t stopped, but there are less. Maybe she’s not saying everything but he doesn’t press.

They stay in Forks. It’s the easiest option, really. They have resources at the Forks house - all of Jasper’s computers, Rose’s cars, Carlisle’s medication stash. And for, now, it makes sense to keep up the masquerade - the orphaned Cullen kids, in that big old house.

And Seth Clearwater. Neither of them have made more than polite inquiries about the Quileute reservation, because what can they do, really? They weren’t allowed on the land, and nothing they offer will be accepted. Seth doesn’t want to talk about it either, so they just… don’t. Not yet.

The first announcements and news reports are hard to listen to - half of all living creatures. Humans, animals, plants, sea-life… just gone. Then there are the people who survived, but died in the aftermath; the patients in surgery with the dust of their surgeons sinking into their chest cavity, the passengers on an airplane, the school bus with no driver. The news plays on, listing losses and catastrophes until he loudly asks if Seth wants to play Xbox instead.

Alice goes with them, and sits crosslegged on a recliner, watching them.

“Carlisle would have liked that,” she says suddenly, when Emmett realises the error in picking a war game - should have opted for a racing game instead.

“Liked what?” he asks, as he gets up to change the disc. Seth doesn’t say anything, playing with the recliner buttons instead.

“‘Half of all living creatures’,” she quotes. She’s been wearing one of Jasper’s t-shirts under her cardigan, and the scent of his brother is fading the longer she wears it. “Carlisle would have appreciated that. That the universe thought we were living creatures. Might have convinced Edward that we weren’t total monsters, either.”

Seth looks up at her, confused. “Why wouldn’t you be living creatures?” he asks, concentrating at the recliner tips him right back.

“We don’t breathe or age or change,” Alice says, a smirk playing around her face as Seth yelps when the entire chair begins to tip, but luckily it doesn’t fall.

“But you eat,” Seth accepts the controller Emmett passes him. “And you’ve got families. That means you still count.”

“I wish we didn’t.” Emmett doesn’t realise he’s said those words aloud until he realises Seth and Alice are both staring at him. He wants to explain that if they didn’t count, then there wouldn’t be five vases lined up on the mantel (three empty) full of dust. That he wouldn’t be sitting here playing Xbox with Seth Clearwater, and Alice wouldn’t be wearing leggings and her husband’s t-shirt, looking brittle and tired. That he wouldn’t go into their room every night, and bury his face in Rose’s clothes to keep himself from going insane.

But he doesn’t need to. They both understand - Alice sits with Seth when the boy sniffles and tries to hide it; Emmett hears Alice padding around Jasper’s office, having a conversation with thin air, questions asked to silence. If there was some loophole they could grab with both hands and exploit, he knows he and Alice and Seth would take it, humanity and life and all those upright and moral things be damned.

“Just what everyone needs,” Alice muses, leaning back and stretching like a cat. “A world where humans and animals were cut in half but the vampires weren’t.”

And she’s right. That would be a mess. The fucking end of times.

“That would be a cool movie,” Seth says absently, focused on the screen and forcing Emmett’s car off the road and into a ravine.

Alice watches them play for awhile before getting up. A few minutes later, there’s a knock at the door and low voices. Charlie Swan, with Carlisle’s phone. Emmett lets Seth win a second race, focused on the conversation Alice is having - why it took Charlie so damn long to bring the phone, how they’re holding up; his irritation at the delay it took to get Carlisle’s phone is tempered when he hears the genuine concern Charlie has for Alice. He doesn’t know much about Bella’s father, but he seems like a good guy.

Not that Alice needs to act the part - she looks broken. Most of the time he feels like he’s seeing a part of her that he shouldn’t be seeing, that the loss and grief that becomes her is somehow shameful to witness; it’d be less awkward to see her naked than to see her twisting Jasper’s t-shirt in her hands with that glassy look of hopelessness she tries to hide.

Alice feels the same about him; that Emmett without Rose is devoid of that joie de vivre, that endless good humour, the extra joke. He feels tired in his bones, deflated, and distracted with the space in his chest that Rose used to fill. He feels like an old man, when he was never finished being a young man, never made it to middle-age.

But they are trying. Especially with Seth in the house - he’s taken over the bedroom that Esme planned to give to Bella, mostly because it didn’t stink of vampires as much as any other room; and neither of them wanted to dismantle Esme’s studio or Carlisle’s office. It wasn’t really much - a mattress and boxspring, a dresser and desk. Alice had given him a laptop to use, and found some new bedding for him, and occasionally even remembered that a fourteen year old boy shouldn’t be eating pizza six nights a week, and probably needed more boundaries than they were giving him. But Alice isn’t maternal, and her attempts at forcing vegetables and a bedtime on Seth usually get forgotten within a day or two.

Charlie Swan leaves, and he listens as Alice puts Carlisle’s phone into his vase, and then he focuses on the game so that Seth doesn’t think he’s letting him win because of pity or anything.

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It’s not until late summer than people start bothering them. Parents of classmates who suddenly don’t have any children of their own to worry over. Colleagues and acquaintances who feel some kind of lingering responsibility. Busy-bodies, usually a part of some self-aggrandising self-appointed community group butting into everyone’s grief.

Alice ignores the early attempts to interfere, to crack open both the metaphorical and literal door for anyone who isn’t Charlie Swan. She’s taken to doing the oddest tasks, but Emmett doesn’t ask. At the moment, she’s painting every single door in the house with a swirling pattern of flowers that is tiny and detailed and fills up the day. Esme would have a conniption if she saw her lovely doors like this (he remembers when Alice and Jasper first arrived, and her art projects ran afoul of Esme - she had apologised and channeled that manic energy into embroidery instead; there’s a pair of unspeakably ugly curtains hanging in the Vermont house from one panicked week when Jasper went off with Peter and Charlotte).

Then the harassment starts - both her and him, since he’s apparently considered her ‘guardian’. Alice hangs up the phone numerous times wordlessly before being so outstandingly rude to Mrs Newton that both he and Seth stare at her before Emmett remembers he’s actually supposed to be in charge - as far as the rest of the town knows, at least - and calls to deter any more visits or phone calls or casseroles because Alice isn’t well and the disruptions are upsetting her.

If Carlisle or Esme were here, they’d think to send Mrs Newton flowers or something as an apology, but they aren’t, and no one can get Alice to apologise when she doesn’t want to, and Seth confided in him that she’s crying when he’s hiding in the garage and Seth is totally at a loss over what to do about a crying girl that isn’t Leah, so maybe they’ll just leave it at that. Give the town something new to gossip about.

But it does spark sudden realisation in both Cullens about a topic that has been long forgotten - school. Alice and Emmett have both graduated, but Seth had not. Seth had another four glorious years in high school, even if the Res school is down to double digits of enrolments, and probably won’t even run every weekday.

Seth whines and begs and negotiates until Alice stamps her foot and demands to know what Sue Clearwater would say and that makes Seth all small and miserable, and Alice hates herself and Emmett solves the problem by making a large donation through one of their anonymous charities to the Res school so that Seth can at least do online learning, and apparently that’s a huge deal that is on the local news, and that makes Alice and Seth laugh because only Emmett would stop a teenage boy’s whining by revolutionising a tribe’s educational provisions with a cheque large enough to sustain a small city for a year.

But it’s good help - it means the children who suddenly have no parents and have to raise siblings can still study; it means that half-empty classrooms don’t necessarily mean half-empty classes; it also means that other tribes with larger losses and no way of schooling are invited to join them.

That’s one good thing they’ve managed.

He also fixed the backdoor as good as new, so it should be two, but he’s pretty sure that doesn’t count now that Alice has painted flowers blooming and dying all over it.

At some point they both bully Seth into going home again, to get his own stuff - clothes and bedding and photos and all those things you look for when you’re in a house that isn’t yours. He yells at them, they yell at him, and he storms off. But now there’s a photo of him with his parents and sister on his dresser, and a bunch of books crowding his desk, and the world’s most beat-up DS under his pillow. There are more photos, somewhere - Emmett knows that because Alice knows where they are and then one day there are two framed photos joining the vases on the mantle - one of Sue and Harry Clearwater on their wedding day, and one of Leah laughing. Neither of them knows what happened to Sue or Leah precisely on that day, but Seth doesn’t bring the ashes with him, so they don’t ask.

Summer folds into fall, and what’s left of Esme’s gardens wither up. Charlie Swan checks on them every few weeks, sounding tired. There’s a lot of work for him right now - mostly community and social issues, like scared and orphaned children hiding, people struggling with money, grief, religion. There’s been some shortages of food, since there’s less being grown, less people to process and package and ship it, and a little town hours outside of Seattle is not a priority to whomever is deciding where to send a milk delivery.

They order Seth’s food from high-end places online that deliver them quickly and quietly; Alice starts choosing long-life and bulk items, and no one needs to ask because it’s obvious things will get worse before they get better. Seth holds a pretty intense grudge against the powdered strawberry milk, though.

But food shortages are the least of their worries, as Alice uses the dining room wall to start taking nonsensical notes, and Emmett’s heard enough stories to know that losing a mate can be… well, he’s not having much fun, but the very last thing he needs is to wrangle Alice if she’s lost her mind. Dead or not, he knows he could never lay a hand on her even if she did go nuts out of love for his family, out of respect for Jasper, and out of this funny bond they’ve somehow formed, being the last ones left.

The notes turn into lists, lists of everyone they’ve ever known, in her swirling handwriting. Even people they know are gone, like Bella, goes on the list.

Then she starts striking out names, like she’s slashing with a knife - Carlisle, Esme, Jasper, Rosalie, Edward, Bella, Charlie, Sue, Leah, Sam, Jacob, Paul… Slash, slash, slash.

Then it starts getting interesting. Peter and Charlotte are gone, but so are half the goddamned Volturi (Alice smirks as she crosses out Caius, Jane, Alec, Dimitri because imagining Aro on his throne with grief-mad Marcus and only the minions is a pretty picture indeed). Carmen and Tanya have survived, but Kate, Irina, and Eleazer are gone. Garrett is alive, but Randall and Mary aren’t. J Jenks didn’t make it either, which makes things… difficult.

Alice scowls darkly as she scratches out Maria’s name, and Emmett wonders if it’s because she didn’t get to do the honours of destroying the Mexican harpy herself. Or because wherever Jasper is now, so is Maria, and Alice is left behind.

Finally, she is done, and the list is nearly balanced in living and dead. Alice’s left eye twitches, and whatever she’s thinking she doesn’t say as she stands up.

“Alaska and then Mexico, then,” she says to him, and he gives her the Look that he gives her and Edward and Jasper every time one of them forgets that not everyone has a gift and some of them have to use their words.

“We need to check on Carmen and Tanya; I think they need us,” Alice explains, still examining the list. “I saw that we need to go. And then we’re going down to Mexico.”

“Maria’s dead,” he gestures at her list, and Seth wanders in stuffing his face with Pringles, and turns white at the sight of Esme’s freshly defaced walls; evidently Motherly Wrath is something universal across all of the species.

“Maria’s dead, and left behind a bunch of fresh newborns,” Alice sounds tired. “There’s no one left for clean up, Em, no one who knows. And it will be bad if we don’t step in soon.”

There might be something cathartic in that for Alice, undoing Maria’s life’s work. Maria’s lands weren’t exactly in the wealthiest or most populated lands these days - Jasper kept a secret map that wasn’t at all a secret - and if going down there and taking off a few heads saves a mother or father or child, then maybe it’s worth the hassle.

“Fine. Alaska and Mexico,” he agrees, and Seth cheers.

“Road-trip!” he declares around a mouthful of chips. Alice rolls her eyes.

“I’ll make you up a passport,” she says, not even bothering to argue with the younger boy that he’ll be joining them. “We’ll take the Jeep, Em - Rose just finished it.”

The words hang in the air for a second, and he nods in agreement. There might be something in that, taking the last gift-gesture-offering Rose ever did for him on their End-of-the-World Road Trip. Alice can rip the heads off newborns, he can drive around in the SUV his wife carefully and lovingly put together just to please him, and maybe he’ll buy Seth a beer in Tijuana.

Closest thing they’ll ever get to therapy, he supposes.

#my fic: jar of hearts #alice cullen #emmett cullen #seth clearwater #twilight fic #i should check the jalice prompts again for ch 3 #but is this crossovery enough for a crossover?#like we're aggressively not talking about the avengers yet #we'll get there #i promise the roadtrip isn't just an excuse to run into captain america buying a milkshake or something #there is plot and purpose #we are above that sort of cloying and anemic meet cute #in this fic at least #others not so much

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theholyyuunoaduck · 4 years

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Reasons why i hate mikaela hyakuya

@gurensangel @chaoticgaymess sorry i know you wanted me to repost your post but its easier just starting my own and making my own hashtag so incase anyone else asks me about this i can just look for the hashtag and send them this

Mikaela is honestly one of those characters i desperately and i mean desperatly tried to love i mean his kid self was so so easy to love and want to protect and hell i cried a shit ton for him and his past his problems everything but the reality is mikaela is a toxic person and here im going to be explaining everything as clearly as i can though im sure that everyone has heard most of these arguments i also have some most people wouldnt even consider

Why is mikaela toxic? Well simply said when you have one person and only one then its obviously going to be an underlying mental health issue now you could say other characters are similar to mikaela within that regard like every other vampire but heres the thing we dont get to see much of the other vampires so im more or less apathetic to those vampires and their actions however in accordance to mikaela we have watched his actions since day one and his chemistry with the rest of the cast of owari no seraph what grinds my gears isnt the fact that mikaela acts with violence and distrust towards everyone but the actions that the rest of the cast have taken towards mikaela and his inability to react differently towards those same exact characters aka shinoa squad

Shinoa squad has never once treated mikaela with prejiduce with agendas or anything of ill will since day one the fact that shinoa basically is the cause of death of many of her comrads during the nagoya arc where mikaela attacks the jida troop (and yes it is a troop considering that after reading pannel after pannel theres upwards to 20 soldiers who the majority of which are equiped with standard blades unlike the protagonists you know basically cannon fodder) but my problem is the fact that in that chapter shinoa instigated their betrayal to save mikaela from the rest of the troops shinoa's life was threatned straight after acknowledging that this could be the last she ever layed eyes on yuichiro by letting mikaela escape with him first threatened by a random soldier and then right after rika inoue and by her superior narumi makoto and shinoa the fucking chad she is just took all the punishment because she knows damn well that it is her fault her comrads died because of her distraction to allow mikaela to escape eating away the precious time guren baught his soldiers to run away and escape and how does mikaela respond? He tells yuu to abandon them it doesnt take a genius to say that betrayal especially to the hiragi family is met with death even if mikaela doesnt understand the rules and regulations of human law i doubt vampire law is much different meaning he knows damn well shinoa could lose her life for betraying the army for his sake and not just shinoa but her entire squad

I already know what youll say "but but mikas a vampire he has no emotions" bullshit absolute pure fucking bullshit of an argument considering the fact yoichis mention of the word family/freinds was cause for pause for mikaela and not just mikaela look at ferid look at crowley theyre all so vibrant and brimming with personality and emotion and i am damn well sure no one disagrees this could just be kagami's writing and forgetting about this plotpoint

The fact that despite this mikaela is a manipulative fucker we all know yuu is a dumbass no one can deny this the fact that mikaela is willing to point his sword towards yuichiro and threaten him his so called beloved speaks volumes about mikaelas ego his straight up ego thinking that he's the only one that could be right after all mikaelas the wisest of the bunch right i mean after all everyone of his other decisions was followed through with outstanding results anyone? Anyone? Thats right not once has the squad or especially yuichiro listend to mikaela and do to that fact everyone is alive and kicking examples? (This is also an example of manipulative mika) Mika: Yuu abandon shinoa because if she's as great as you say us sticking around will only cause her trouble you cannot tell me that isnt mikaela trying to twist yuu's feelings for his family to abandon them because had they listened to mikaela shinoa would have been impaled by the chains kureto produced to awaken the seraph of the end

And almost right after that same situation upon mahiru injuring yuu awakening abadon mikaela high tails and runs away carrying yuu and we actually see a pannel of shinoa squad scrambling for saftey straight up abandoning them again and going so far as to yell that he is yuu's only family despite all the other shit

Alright so lets play into the whole mika doesnt have feelings dont you think that having no feelings would make your sense of judgement all the better? And if so with all the evidence and actions of shinoa squad why in Gods blue earth would he basically act like an actual dick towards shinoa who saved his life risked her life for him as if shinoa is the sole reason yuu is in the prediciment of being possessed by yuu?? Isnt that the least bit infuriating??

On next of we shouldnt listen to mikaela in the same arc again mikaela suggests lets leave shinoa squad to face off against crowley AND FERID with this bullshit of "theyre after us theyll just ignore them" i mean are you kidding me? Ferid the man youve been with for 5 years is going to not have the time of his life killing a bunch of teenagers for the simple fact that if yuu is running away and leaving them.they must not be important to him therefore easy pickings for him

Lets not trust guren after all he's just using you he doesnt care the man loves that boy like as if he was his son and you can argue against me with this some time later but alright lets give mika the benifit of the doubt so obviously in mikas infinit wisdom his set course of action is killing him infront of yuichiro??? Really??? In front of him?? Killing his father infront of yuu man that just speaks volumes about how mikaeala only cares about the feeling he gets with yuu rather than carring about yuu as a person

Imo mika cares about how yuu makes him feel rather than who yuichiro is what do i mean by this? Its simple mika doesnt give a damn what makes yuu happy hell mika would cage yuu up if it ment keeping him safe and alive but is that really living? Its cruelty if i adopt a dog feed it and give it water but never play with it and isolate it thats basically animal cruelty

Anyway back to mika trying to kill guren just right there yuu begs mika to stop and grabs his arm pulling him back and what does mika do? What does he do? He lops off yuu's arm the one that was holding mikaela back from attacking what makes this scene even worse is i had so much hope for mikaeala because the last battle they won mikaela said the thoight of losing his.comrads made him dizzy what happened to him not having feelings? I lived loved loved that statement i imagined uncle mika to yuus kids being the best man to yuus wedding begging to be the one to make the wedding cake so so so so so many au's based off those little words and right after removing yuu's limb from him kimizuki and yoichi step up for guren weapons drawn and mikaela threatens them?!?!?! I mean honestly how fucking hypocritical can you be how big is his fucking ego???

Ill end it with this point because i have work in the morning i Still have another 20 bullet points i want to add but im starting to think i have artheritistis in my hand because my fingers hurt so much but anyway my point being mikaelas character contradicts yui's in an unhealthy way while yuu's character trait is to run towards danger to be a hero mikas is to run from danger its basically a tug of war and the thing is the story so far has actually turned out well for the cast running into danger for yuu made the 6th angels trumpet to grow silent destroying all of the four horsemen monsters and letting humanity take a huge step towards rebuilding but had it been mika's way theyd have run right out of that building never to see it again my point is if someone pulls and runs towards something and another character ties a rope to them and runs the other direction that tension will cause nothing but problems instead of running forward with the protagonist in order to keep them safe and actually contribute into the success of the mission

Also like the hashtags say this is only part 1 because as i said i have to sleep and my hand is killing me i should have done this earlier when i had more energy in order to bring along all the sources like the chapter and page where you can find these exact moments along with photos of said arguments/bullet points

#owari no seraph #seraph of the end #yuichiro hyakuya #shinoa hiiragi #mikaela shindo #mikaela hyakuya #reasons i hate mikaeal hyakuya part 1

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tarasylnin-lavellan · 3 years

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Justice's Ally

so one of my mutuals characters will be in the next installment the wonderful @w-h-4-t s Harel and she is a HUGE part of this piece since this is very heavily based off of the dialog that she and I ran back and forth for this so thank you lethalan you are amazing

Okay my lovelies here is safe for work recap so that you will be up to speed.

Tara has a terrible dream in which she is chased through a twilight forest. This forest is filled with massive dark crystal formations and trees that seem to stretch up out of sight. She is hunted and attacked by something that resembles the Dread Wolf. After she wakes terrified and half awake she loses the iron control she always keeps. We find out why, she has a spirit bound to her, Cullen reacts badly to this news saying she is an abomination and runs from her.

Tara is left with no choice in order to ensure her own safety she flees Skyhold. She is fleeing for the arbor wilds knowing that she can evade capture there and figure out what in the world she is going to do now.

Now on to the regularly scheduled angst

Dorian had decided that he wanted to read "Draconica the study of Dragon kin." He picked this up rather than the two before it in the stack. "Knowing us we are going to have to fight some scaly monstrosity soon." A small note fell from the pages in the dawn light, and Dorian caught it. His eyes scanned it quickly it was in Tara's precise script. He felt his heart tear at the terse words, "oh no, isa'ma'lan." He felt the outrage rising in him a bitter flame, that bastard ran her off! Dorian stormed toward the tower, people clearing out of his way quickly.

Dorian slammed the door open, and Cullen started violently halfway pulling his blade free. Dorian flicked his hand and all of the doors to the tower locked. "You, bastard if you hurt her so help me," Cullen stood rigid his eyes locked on the younger man. Dorians temper flared " SHE WAS YOUR LOVER, AND MY SISTER!!! THE ONLY FAMILY TO EVER LOVE!" Cullen cut him off his voice harsh and hurt "she is an ABOMINATION!" Dorians face grew dangerous as he looked at the ex templar "HOW DARE YOU!" his hands began to smoke faintly as he clenched them.

Cullen's face contorted in apprehension "You cant even control yourself." He let out a pained breath "maybe Meredith was right, maybe you are all abominations waiting to happen. Cullen looked tired and sad as if he didn't want to believe what he said. Dorians keen eyes caught the doubt in Cullen, he worked to calm the fury and outrage in his heart.

"She has always been like that, you ignorant bastard! She is a miracle not a MONSTER!" Cullen slammed his hands on the desk making things jump crazily. "MAGES its always MAGES WHY you blasted mages keep using me." Cullen's eyes welled with tears of grief, and he gritted his teeth hands shaking on his desk. "USE YOU?! she left to save you!" Dorian waved his hand "ah you are impossible, she was born like that she didn't change your eyes did." Cullen looked up frustration and hurt flashing in his amber eyes, "your glib tongue do you no favors mage!" Dorians hands rested on his hips, "shut up, just shut up and listen to yourself. This is Tara, our Tara, you're calling an abomination you washed up chantry fanatic! You want to call her monster, mage killer? We all have things that we would rather others not know. But Tara is.... SHES DONE EVERYTHING TO MAKE SURE SHE NEVER FALLS INTO A HOLE LIKE THAT BUT YOU you have..."

Cullen scoffed at the mage "you didn't see her, you cannot tell me my eyes have changed." Dorian scoffed right back "let me guess... she woke up screaming and fell out of the bed. And then hmm let me guess a blue light formed from her skin and her eyes glowed blue white." Cullen's eyes widened in surprise "who do you think holds her after those awful nightmares when you aren't around golden boy? My greatest regret is that she'd sacrifice her stupid selfless beautiful soul for an ignorant bastard like you. My beloved sister ran because she knew you would be forced to kill her, TO KILL HER FOR YOUR DAMNED HONOR. She didn't want to put YOU through that not for the sake of her own life! Knowing her she'd let you kill her," at this Cullen's face paled visibly "I see that I am right the damned fool, offered her life in payment, typical." Cullen growled "Enough!" slamming his hand on the desk again in pure emotion. "How HOW am I to look at her.... when all I see is that THING, HOW DO YOU THINK I FEEL!"

Dorian looked at the torn man, "you feel as though she lied to you and used you. We cannot change the fact that Tara didn't tell you of her nature. However we must look at the intent, Commander. Not everything is this rigid black and white you blasted Andrastian's love so much. I will never know the pain you feel right this minute, but I do know that we are missing someone integral in our lives. Someone who has just run to maker knows where to save us." He sniffed in distress " its just like her, isn't it? She loves us so much.... that she would do anything for us....even... at the expense of herself." She would run to her death but she knows, she knows that it would break you to put her down. So she shattered everything she has instead for you. I know the courts Cullen, I know peoples faces from years of living in that snake pit and yours is all too easy to read. You think her cruel for hiding, and terrifying for the albatross. You cannot simply pull all of that love out, you idiot. All those restless nights, up at all hours researching Lyrium addiction and treatments. Her every waking moment, spent looking after your shattering body and mind." Dorian sighed heavily "do you have any idea how many times I had to peel her off her desk because she had passed out there? She is painfully selfless, and in your ignorance and fear you close your heart to her.

In Tevinter she would be accepted she would even be admired for what she is. She is a rare person, a true spirit born, a person who dies but a spirit breathes there own life into to bring back. But here? here she would be killed without question, simply for existing."

"She tried not to love you, the fool, but she simply couldn't help herself. Every day that woman puts up a Fucking WALL, EVERY DAY. And the moment she lets it down you prove her right and tear out her heart. And yet she left for YOU to save you the pain of her death. She would rather you despise her than grieve her. She probably wishes she were truly dead right now."

Cullen's voice was weak and pained "....magic.. exists to..."

"If you finish that sentence, Templar I will have no mercy for you" Dorian snarled. "Don't you dare quote scripture at me, I know spirits, I know those things you call demons. And Tarasyl'nin is not one. Don't. You. Dare. All that wonderful woman has done has been to SERVE others, she asks for nothing in return EVER. You are not out there by her side in battle, she will throw herself in front of anything to protect the innocent. Now tell me Templar is that the actions of an Abomination?"

"STOP IT she lied to me," Cullen barked in response but his heart was wavering desperate to believe. "She lied to protect you, because she adores you. You know our Tara can be a bit abrasive but when she loves, she loves hard. She would do anything for the people she cares for. Why cant you see that? just put the armor and the scripture away for a moment. Take a step back, its Tara, she never truly hid from you, Cullen she only wanted to be loved" Dorians voice hitched on the word loved. "She just wants what all of us want to be loved, for who we are. She tried so hard not to love you, to stay away from you but she couldn't help it. So she tried to protect you to let you think she was...normal. She wanted to protect you from her, HER of all people. The person who would throw herself to her knees and, let you kill her if you thought that was right." Dorians eyes filled with tears and he wiped them away viscously "she knew... the moment that you found out that you would kill her or she would have to run. She made plans to make sure you could never find her." Dorians chest hitched painfully " and now I have lost the only family that loves me." He looked at Cullen sullenly "I wish she had never met you, I tried to warn her damn you."

A heavy silence fell over the pair each lingering in the grief that filled the room like choking smoke. At last Cullen let out a sigh and massaged his forehead, "what is the dem-...the spirit like?"

Dorians eyes widened in astonishment "Pardon?" Cullen let out a slow breath " the spirit, what does it do? or think...or what?" Dorian eyed him warily "you...you actually wish to know?" Cullen looked up at the ceiling "I... rifts are tearing apart the world, A magister god has appeared and I have just learned the woman I love is part spirit. The world cannot get any more mad, perhaps instead of resisting like I have always done.... I... suppose its time to... learn. to get accustomed to this. Besides " Cullen looked down with reddened eyes "I cannot bear to lose the only good thing in my life after so much horror."

Dorian watches Cullen, his eyes discerning and shrewd, "as you wish Commander. Tara told me that she was still born this can happen with twins. Her mother begged the gods for help to save her daughter. Apparently a spirit heard her instead, and a blue white shape wrapped itself around the still child. In that moment she cried out but her eyes glowed faintly blue. The spirit is tethered to her it is all that keeps her alive, it is not so much a voice in her mind as hmm her subconscious. It influences her but cannot control her actions. However it is protective of her much as you beloved hounds are. It will appear in times of great stress and danger, it is the spirits power that she uses in battle. Her power is limited and focused because it is the spirits strength. It inspires her and at the same time, it grates on her taxing her. Think of it as ice melting in water except the ice is melting very very slowly. Its a part of her that is slowly blending into her. She is a living bridge to the fade and all that lies beyond.

Cullen let out an apprehensive breath "what spirit is it?" his hands clenched painfully on the wood. Dorian watched this impassively "It is a strong willed but impartial spirit... Justice... you templars know its darker form I know vengeance. As I recall that fool of a man Anders was possessed by one like it. However the difference is, Tara made no deal she has always been like this. She has grown in the shadow of this burden, she is not some foolhardy apprentice looking for power. She would rather destroy herself, than let the spirit corrupt her, as I fear she may now."

Cullen's eyes fly wide and he pales visibly "makers breath....we have to find her! The inquisition! the.. the... Tara.. she is out there!! Alone!" Cullen franticly tried to gather things, seemingly without direction. Dorian chuckled faintly at the man, "you are proposing that we attempt to find a Dalish woman, in the forest, with a head start no less?" Cullen whirled looking frantic " what other choice do we have? If we send a raven, it will not know where to find her! We... there has to be some way, makers breath if only she had a phylactery." Dorian cut him off "you honestly want to talk about that horrid practice after every thing we just discussed?" "The Inquisition needs her! Cullen interjected and Dorian scowled " never suggest a phylactery again.”

Now thankfully I have already sent out two expert trackers." "Some of Leliana's people?" Dorian waved a manicured hand at the question "Oh void no, people that can sense spirits much better than your Templars or soldiers ever could." "Cullen swallowed heavily "we have to get her back post haste." Dorians eyes glimmered in response "ha, look at you just a moment ago you were screaming bloody murder and now, he has become a knight again, Good show!" His eyes became level in a moment "I need to know that she will be safe, before I even consider letting them TRY to bring her back."

Cullen hung his head and responded "I will not harm her, of that you have my word....I....I just want her to return for the inquisitions sake. Dorian cleared his throat pointedly "....and for mine." "Lets hope Harel and Cole can find her then, I do not wish to live without my sister. Cullen's emotions crowded his mind "and.... I don't want to..." Dorian sighed dramatically "by the black Devine's breeches, you Ferelden men cant take even a little emotion."

#cullavellan #cullen rutherford #dorian pavus #tarasyl'nin #lavellan #justice's ally #part two #tara's backstory #dorian is mad #dragon age inquisition #dragon age #fan fiction #my oc stuff #more angst #justice arc

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black-kitten-imagines · 4 years

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Still Standing ~ Tincke x reader

Picture not mine

Word count: 2,147

Warnings: mentions of violence

Summary: Reader wants to join Jan and Tincke on an ambush but they don’t allow it.

A/N: I saw Thieves of the Wood earlier this year and just immediately fell in love with it, with the characters, the setting, everything.

“Come on, Tincke. Please, let me join you!”, I begged desperately. “I’m sorry (Y/n), you’re staying here, at camp”, said the red haired man in front of me with insistence in his voice. “Why can’t I come? You never let me join you.”

For the last few days Jan and Tincke had been planning an ambush on a carriage full of valuables and today was the day that they were going to implement that plan. Many of the men from the camp were going and I wanted to be part of it as well.

“You’re a woman. It’s too dangerous!”, Tincke answered me. This answer made my blood boil. “De Schoen is also a woman and you have no problem with her coming along! And just because I’m a woman doesn’t mean I can’t take care of myself!”, I yelled at him angrily.

My hands turned to fists around the worn fabric of my old skirts, preventing me from striking him in anger. Having lived with the others, banished in this forest camp for multiple months now I had gotten used to audacious remarks like his, but never before had I heard any from him.

Tincke had always shown respect towards me. Furthermore he was the one who taught me how to protect myself both with daggers and the pistol, so he knew that I could actually protect myself - although I was a woman and women weren’t suited to know their way around weapons as was decided by men, probably just because they were scared what we could do if we did actually know our way around swords and daggers.

“She knows the risks”, was his calm but infuriating reply. Although he seemed to keep a level head I could see it in his eyes that I was slowly getting to him. Tincke knew raising his voice and causing a scene might cost him his reputation of a mostly dependable leader and the respect of the others.

“I know the risks too, I know I could die in this attack, see I’m not as naive as you think I am!” Tincke mumbled something under his breath that sounded a lot like ‘oh, I know you’re not naive at all’, but I decided to ignore him in order to continue my rant, “So why can’t I actually come along? All I ever do is sit here in this camp and wait for you to return. I want to help. Please!”

“No! You will not accompany us. You will stay here. End of discussion!”, and with those words he walked off towards Jan, leaving me standing in front of ‘Der Hunger’, seething in anger.

I was going to join them on the ambush no matter what Tincke said. Whether he allowed it or not, I was going to be part of the action. At that very moment I didn’t care about any repercussions in any which way.

Already having a plan in mind, I stomped off into the direction of the tent I was staying in, but before I reached it I took a turn, doing a small detour around the camp, towards the hut in which I knew I could find an extra set of somewhat clean men’s clothing - a rarity in a place like this.

Trying to seem unsuspicious I stopped to chat with some people here and there. Taking one last look over my shoulder, I quietly slipped into the hut pulling the makeshift canvas doors shut behind me. Inside I quickly found a bundle of dry clothing, stored alongside a few other trivial items in a simple oak trunk.

Having in mind that Tincke, Jan and the others would depart very soon I swiftly shed my garments and rolled them into a more or less neat bundle, putting it in that very same trunk. Then without losing any time I slipped into the new clothes - first the dark brown, worn out pants, then a slightly cream coloured, wide and flowy shirt. Last but not least I pulled an old, tattered, dark wool coat over my shoulders.

The final touches were a dark blue scarf that I tied around my neck and an old hat that I had nicked from a man napping on a log next to the big, open, central fire pit. The fire pit was the centre of our community.

So many drunk nights with friends had been spent here, so many nights had been spent here celebrating, so many of Vagenende’s prophecies had been told here.

The warmth of the fire and the ale gave us courage and hope in our dire situation.

Before I left I made sure the pistol in my belt was loaded.

As I stepped out of the tent I pulled the scarf over the bottom half of my face, hoping no one would recognize me.

The cluster of men had already started to break apart when I reached the place where they had gathered in front of our small, little tavern. Keeping to the back of the group and out of the sight of Tincke, Jan and anyone else I knew too closely for them to recognize me, I followed them towards the main road through this part of the forest.

My head was spinning with thoughts and feelings. I was starting to regret my rash decision. My heart was beating with nervosity and fear. Tincke’s words reverberated in my mind. Maybe I should turn back. What if he was right? What if I was naive and helpless? What if I had no idea how much trouble I was getting into?

But coming back from my trance I saw the somber faces of the men around me. I couldn’t run back to the camp and hide. It was too late to do so, I was one of them now and I was not going to bail on them. They needed every help they could get. So I shook my thoughts away and swallowed my fears. I was ready for whatever came our way. I would gladly lay down my life for this group of men, these men who had saved me from starvation and hypothermia, if necessary.

We were concealed through some bushes and the verge along the dirt road, waiting for the signal. After what felt like an eternity of waiting, crouching behind some shrubs and greenery, my ears finally picked up on the faint sound of horses hooves in the distance.

Looking around I saw that I wasn’t the only one who noticed, most of the banished tightening their grip on their pistols or daggers hanging from their belts. The sound grew louder and louder and soon enough we could see the top of the carriage move through the trees, the roof packed with trunks.

Now my heart started racing again, but this time not out of fear but out of anticipation. Adrenaline rushing through my veins. I couldn’t wait for all this to go down.

Suddenly the coach rolled to a stop. My breathing hitched in excitement. The door was pushed open and a red haired girl stumbled out and fell to the ground. I recognized her, she was one of the working girls at ‘The Yellow Prick’, Tincke’s ‘favourite one’ as I once overheard him say.

A pang of jealousy and hurt filled my heart, remembering the times I had gone looking for the red haired leader at the brothel and having found him and her sharing an intimate moment.

But enough of that! I pushed my feelings aside and observed the events in front of me.

A man in uniform and a little boy, who I also recognized, had followed her out of the carriage. From my vantage point I could see two more men inside the vehicle, both dressed in elegant, noble garments and wearing wigs. All of them were accompanied by at least two or three guards.

But just as the Bailiff bent down to check on the girl, she sprung up and started running into the woods. This was not at all what I had expected to happen, but obviously this was the sign we had been waiting for, for the other men around me charged, shouting with arms raised. I sprang to my feet and slid down the slope.

The ambush was in full swing and so far there were no injured. I tried to help where I could. Some of the men had started pulling the wooden and leather trunks from the roof of the coach, some were busy unarming the passengers and the few guards that accompanied the travellers. The Bailiff must’ve fled at some point for he was nowhere to be seen. What a coward!

I was currently busy helping two men lift one of the trunks, when I heard a faint but suspicious ‘clink’. Looking around I spied another guard that had gone unseen, standing in the shadow of a tree to the front of the coach. The man in blue and red uniform had just returned his ramrod from the barrel when he raised his musket, ready to fire.

Time seemed to slow as I turned around to see who was in his line of fire - Tincke.

He was standing with his back facing the guard talking to one of the other men, not noticing the weapon pointed at him. It seemed like no one except for me had noticed the opponent.

For a second everything froze. My heart jumped in fear.

No, I couldn’t let him die. Tincke wasn’t supposed to die, these people needed him. I needed him, I realized.

Without thinking any further I dropped the handles of the trunk I was holding and started sprinting with all my might. I couldn’t be too slow. I couldn’t fail. I would never forgive myself if I did.

I would risk my life for him. I would give everything for him. If he died it would most likely be the end of the banished. If I died it would only be one hungry mouth less.

I was expecting the impact and welcomed it happily. I felt the soft fur on my hands and his red locks tickling my neck as I shoved him.

The suddenness and force of the impact surprised him and toppled him off of his feet causing him to end up on the floor a few paces away from me. I slid to a stop where he was standing before. Then time seemed to restore to its former pace and everything went so fast I couldn’t quite comprehend it.

BANG!

- the loud shot of a gun in the now otherwise silent forest, even the birds seemed to stop singing their tunes and all eyes were on me.

The uniformed man standing across from me crumpled down to the floor, a huge patch of red blood spreading over the spot where his heart was.

Without even noticing, I had pulled and fired my pistol just in time to prevent him at his own shot, for I still stood there arm raised, some smoke still coming out of the barrel.

I did it, I saved Tincke. A smile spread across my face.

Suddenly I felt a sharp pain searing through my body then gathering in my abdomen, causing me to crumple up and immediately fall to my knees.

From somewhere behind me I heard a gasp but I couldn’t place who it might’ve been from.

Only half aware of my surroundings I looked down at myself shocked and saw deep red spreading and staining my light linen shirt. I couldn't wrap my mind around what was happening. My brain seemed to be stuffed with cotton.

I carefully lifted my empty hand to the red stain. Removing my hand again, surprise filled me at the blood on my fingers.

Blood, my blood - I was dying, but this realization didn’t fill me with fear as I would’ve expected. A strange calm flooded through my body. As my body went limp and I slowly fell backwards only one thought crossed my mind, ‘I saved him.’

I didn’t hit the hard, cold, dirty forest floor but landed on something soft. Then Tincke’s face appeared above me. At the sight of him my lips turned upwards into a small smile.

His face was distorted in terror and shock. His beautiful grey eyes were filled with fear and as he cupped my face in his rough hands tears started to roll down his cheeks.

Tincke’s soft lips were moving as he tried to tell me something, but I couldn’t hear a word he said - everything had gone silent. And as my peripheral vision started to grow dark the only thought I could think of was how happy I was to have been able to see Tincke one last time, that his handsome face was the last thing I saw on this earth.

Then everything went black.

#thieves of the wood #tincke #jan de lichte #de bende van jan de lichte #tincke x reader #netflix #x reader #x reader fanfiction #imagine #history #historical fiction #fanfiction #thieves of the wood fanfiction

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bigskydreaming · 5 years

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To be perfectly honest, my biggest issue with handwaving away Bruce’s worst behavior with his kids as bad writing is it results in not only Dick being expected to fix or compensate for his own father’s badly written bad behavior for the sake of his siblings in canon.....but ALSO throws Dick under the bus by making him solely responsible for the canon problems he’s stuck fixing, as if HE’S the reason those problems exist, not Bruce.

This is a huge part of the problem with how he’s written in fandom imo and it desperately needs addressing.

Example:

Bruce fires Dick in various canons, is unsympathetic and unyielding resulting in Dick leaving in frustration, callously gives his name to Jason.

Canon results: Dick eventually comes back on his own, takes all initiative in repairing his relationship with Bruce, the one broken by his father’s canon bad behavior, and puts aside his initial resentment of his feeling replaced by Jason, for Jason’s sake.

Fandom spin, because fans don’t like seeing Bruce written as this poor a father: mitigating the reasons Dick left in canon by mixing and matching continuities so sometimes Dick left because he gave up Robin on his own, thus also had little reason to be upset Bruce gave it to Jason, or else generally just de-emphasizing Bruce’s firing of Dick in favor of emphasizing his bad behavior with Jason thus rendering Dick unsympathetic and leaving readers unconcerned with what made him leave in the first place.

Or another example:

Bruce hits Dick, blames him for Jason’s death and kicks him out of the Manor telling him to leave his key with Alfred.

Canon results: Dick retreats to the Titans and avoids Gotham and Bruce while Bruce gets excessively more violent and reckless as Batman, leading to Tim seeking Dick out and begging him to return as Robin, and while Dick refuses to do that, he IS at least motivated to return to Gotham to check up on Bruce, leading to him and Bruce being endangered by Two-Face, rescued by Tim as Robin, and Tim then becomes Robin with Dick’s approval and help, leading to Dick returning to Gotham more regularly to help with his training and thus by extension resulting in his relationship with Bruce slowly repairing over time, with Tim often credited as being the reason Dick and Bruce started talking again.

Of course, this also means (unacknowledged) Dick once again took the initiative in regards to repairing his relationship with Bruce...while Tim might have been the catalyst, all of the above nevertheless required that Dick yet again put aside his legitimate grievances with his father and his actions towards him, forgive and forget regardless of the fact that like with his firing, while Bruce may at times express regret for the way things happened or express that he missed Dick, this also never involved or led to Bruce actually apologizing for any of his specific actions or taking accountability for them, as well as forcing Dick to put aside his personal feelings about there being another Robin at all, given that initially in his grief for Jason, he was not at all on board with the idea of him being replaced in any way, or another child similarly being put in potential danger.

Fandom spin, because fans don’t like seeing Bruce written as literally having abused Dick in his grief: Either Dick had simply retreated to the Titans and stayed away from Gotham and Bruce because of his own grief for Jason, in which case Tim really was more responsible for getting him and Bruce to talk again, because he convinced Dick to stop thinking just about himself and realize how this was affecting Bruce too....or else Dick was selfish in his grief and blaming Bruce for Jason’s death, and it took Tim to knock some sense into him....or else Dick just had no patience for Bruce’s grief or else simply no idea how to help him or else stayed away out of guilt, because he felt like Jason’s death was his fault for being ‘a bad brother’ or else simply hadn’t cared all that much about Jason so felt uncomfortable intruding on Bruce’s grief, and either way, not only is this why he wasn’t there for Bruce and why it took Tim to get him to step up, its also why he was so quick and able to be a better brother to Tim this time around, by choice, and also legitimizes Jason’s hurt and resentment about being replaced and no one caring and Dick being a better brother to Tim and more invested than he ever was with Jason.

Or another example, from the Reboot era for some variety:

Bruce loses his shit after seeing Dick die in Forever Evil, and unable to process it well or healthily or react to it or the future threats to Dick because of being unmasked in any other way than get him the hell out of Gotham at all costs, he guilt trips, emotionally abuses, manipulates, victim blames and physically beats Dick into accepting the undercover Spyral mission despite Dick’s extreme protests, almost all of them centered specifically around the effect believing him to be dead will have on the rest of their family.

Canon results: Dick is hung entirely out to dry, with all of his family effectively holding him and only him to blame for their feelings of hurt and betrayal, on the specific grounds that they expect Bruce to make shitty, callous choices like this and by extension they expect Dick, his son, their brother, to be the one to pump the brakes because he knows better, regardless of the fact that Dick is just as desperate for their father’s rarely doled out approval and thus just as vulnerable to going to extreme lengths to please him, those lengths logically being further and further the more desperate and vulnerable he feels....such as being in an intensely vulnerable state post being tortured and feeling guilty and responsible for failing Bruce and his family and friends by getting captured in the first place, the very things Bruce exploited to get him to agree to the mission.

Fandom spin, because fans don’t want to view Bruce as being capable of being so callous and cruel and outright hurtful to his eldest son (often hypocritically given how many MORE fans are completely willing to view the events of RHATO #25 as viable Bruce characterization, in order to milk the hell out of his abusive behavior with preferred family victim Jason, an ‘actual’ abuse survivor and thus thematically more compelling to have been abused by Bruce): All record of Bruce as the motivating factor in Dick taking the Spyral mission is stricken from fandom record by these fans, as are all of Dick’s protests for his family’s sake, ironically the very same points echoed by those characters when they later crucify him for not caring enough about them to take into account how they would feel because of all of this, or just Dick thinking the mission was more important than that anyway.

IN ALL OF THE ABOVE:

Notice how not only is Dick written in canon as being expected or responsible for compensating for Bruce’s worst written behavior in regards to both himself and his siblings.....but when fandom attempts to compensate for Bruce’s worst behavior by ignoring, mitigating or justifying any of his actions or choices in these matters...

It is always, always, ALWAYS additionally at Dick’s expense, as the inevitable end result of removing or lessening Bruce’s own culpability in character conflicts that he himself instigated....is inversely, MORE culpability is heaped on Dick for those same conflicts in order to justify or keep the conflict’s very existence, even if he bore NO initial culpability or responsibility for the conflict in the first place, in canon!

When the core conflict is between two characters, and Dick is one of them and the other, Bruce, is deliberately UPLIFTED on the conflict see-saw so as to raise him out of the depths of badly written canon behavior and restore him to the heights of Good Dad Bruce....of fucking COURSE the extension of that sees Dick dumped down to those same depths of shitty behavior that Bruce was just raised out of, in order to make this possible.

AND IN ADDITION TO THAT....

Notice how in all of those instances, its not just that Dick is spun by fandom to be worse than he is in the actual canon instances....first, fans actively ignore or erase or explain away the EXTRA MILE that Dick was written going, in all of these instances in canon, in order to....compensate for Bruce’s shitty behavior and ‘fix’ what Bruce broke in each instance....

Even BEFORE fans THEN proceed to make Dick go the extra mile in the REVERSE direction, such as when FIRST its ignored that Dick put aside his resentment for Jason’s sake, THEN its added on that Dick was a total asshole to Jason. Or like FIRST its ignored that Dick put aside his legitimate grievances with what Bruce had done to him when Dick went to CONSOLE Bruce in the first place after Jason’s death, in order to help train Tim...THEN its added on that Dick only ‘stepped up’ and patched things up with Bruce because TIM got Dick to see that the father he was avoiding because he kicked him out of his own home NEEDED him. Or like FIRST its ignored that Dick literally, physically FOUGHT Bruce over the fact that Bruce wanted him to do this thing he KNEW would massively hurt the rest of the family...THEN its added on that Bruce didn’t even play much of a role in Dick’s decision at all, definitely not something that Dick actively pushed back against for his family’s sake.

AND THEN.

On top of ALL OF THAT, fandom repeatedly insists that the reason they go to all of these lengths when ignoring or avoiding addressing Bruce’s worst writing....is because they prefer him being a good dad, and having a good relationship with his sons, including and even especially Dick....and that’s WHY they do all this.

Ie....this is supposedly for DICK’S BENEFIT. In order to make Bruce a better dad FOR him.

So riddle me this.

How the FUCK does it work or make any kind of sense to take a son who has literally been written being abused by his father in canon - WHETHER YOU LIKE TO ADMIT THAT OR NOT - and THEN not only disregard how often canon expects Dick to essentially be the parent canon chooses at times not to depict Bruce as capable of being.....but ALSO actively write Dick as being WORSE than he is in ANY of these canon instances....in order to make HIM the catalyst, instigator or responsible party in these instances that BRUCE initiated....so as to avoid having Bruce be the bad guy.

How do you possibly spin that that’s for DICK’S BENEFIT?

I’ve said before that I don’t have a problem with Good Dad Bruce Wayne in and of itself, that in fact I WANT that, ideally, I WANT him being a good dad to Dick and the others, being good FOR Dick and the others - and I stand by that!

But when the go-to default method of making this happen always ALWAYS seems to be....’make Bruce better.....by actively making DICK WORSE, so that Good Dad Bruce has an opportunity to actually ride to the rescue in situations that initially, in canon, HE CAUSED, and that DICK had to ride to the rescue on for himself and everyone else, like....we obviously need something for Good Dad Bruce to FIX, to make BETTER, to PARENT....ergo Dick logically has to fuck up some how, NEED Good Dad Bruce to fix it, to tell him its all okay, to make it better in the same way canon expects Dick to make it better for his dad’s fuck ups’.....

Like.

When that’s the modus operandi by which its believed Bruce is being made into or shown as being a better loving, caring, supportive father?

THEN HOUSTON, WE HAVE A FUCKING PROBLEM.

You fundamentally just can not claim to be making things better, healthier, happier FOR a character....by literally writing that character as WORSE than he is in canon, particularly in specific canon instances like the above.

(And on a personal note, I really really wish the people who were as defensive and protective of Good Dad Bruce Wayne and all ensuing fics, headcanons and meta, could be as aware and understanding of the fact that many fans can and DO relate to various Batkids BECAUSE of canon instances of Bad Dad Bruce Wayne, because THAT’S specifically relatable to some of us, and while that doesn’t preclude us from wanting to see the inverse of that just as badly or as often as you do, it does mean it REALLY FUCKING SUCKS to see the kid we acknowledge as having been abused and neglected at key points in canon....ACTIVELY WRITTEN AS BEING RESPONSIBLE FOR THE HARM DONE TO HIM BY HIS OWN CANON ABUSE.)

#abuse cw

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transmascfrankiero · 4 years

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um thoughts on hamlet?

i’m sobbing thank you and i’m sorry in advance because this is going to be LONG

so my hottest take on hamlet (i have many, many hot takes on this play) is that ophelia’s suicide was a hoax, and that gertrude, the queen, straight up murdered ophelia instead. why do i believe this? many reasons:

1. throughout the play, gertrude and ophelia have almost no relationship in terms of interaction between them. many, if not most, stagings of the play place ophelia and gertrude on opposite sides of the stage when a scene has both of them in it, and gertrude’s dialogue toward and about ophelia heavily suggests that she doesn’t really care for ophelia at all. at best, she tolerates ophelia, and at worst, she treats ophelia like an interloper in her court, a flighty girl who drives her son to distraction and has as much to offer to gertrude as her father. (gertrude’s famous line, “more matter with less art,” is an annoyed outburst directed at ophelia’s father polonius, whom gertrude outwardly loathes.) in ophelia’s last scene before her death, she appears to have lost her mind to grief in the wake of her father’s murder, and wanders through a royal meeting handing out flowers and singing. however, she gives gertrude fennel and columbines, which represent adultery in flower language, and TELLS GERTRUDE AS MUCH, TO HER FACE. in case you’re unfamiliar with hamlet, one of the big conflicts in the play is that gertrude, hamlet’s mother the queen, married claudius, the king’s brother, approximately thirty seconds after the king died and there’s a rumor floating around court that they were hooking up LONG before hamlet senior fell victim to the classic poison-in-the-ear trick. (later it’s confirmed that claudius himself was the one who murdered the king. whoops!) so ophelia accusing the queen of adultery is of course a HUGE slap in the face, and ophelia only gets away with it because ~~~she’s mad with grieeeeef sob cry~~~ which is GENIUS and i have more theories about that particular action on ophelia’s but that’s another post for another day.

2. ophelia dies offstage. she is never seen or heard from again until her funeral in act V. the only reason we find out about ophelia’s death - and in fact, the only way we know how she died - is because gertrude tells us about it. yes, gertrude, weirdly enough! gertrude gives a monologue which describes in excruciating detail exactly how ophelia died, right down to the kind of plants that were getting caught in her dress as she drowned and what songs she sang as she slipped into her watery grave. the sort of details you would only expect a person who was there to witness the death could provide. sketchy, right? what’s even sketchier is that gertrude makes no mention of having heard this from someone else. she’s not like, “oh, this is the hot village goss, take a sip babes,” she doesn’t offer any explanation at all as to how this information got to her. she just dives straight into her ultra explicit account of the drowning. SUPER weird! and furthermore, why is gertrude of all people the one giving us this information when there is clearly no love lost in their relationship? couldn’t this have come from one of those rando shakespeare characters who show up for one scene, deliver a message, and then vanish again? well, sure, but it didn’t. it came from gertrude. and that was intentional on shakespeare’s part - he wants you to be suspicious of this information, beCAUSE...

3. the play itself tells us that the conditions of ophelia’s death are VERY SUS. the very next scene after gertrude’s macabre monologue is act V scene I, wherein two gravediggers are preparing ophelia’s grave for her burial and discussing between themselves why they’re preparing for a christian burial if she killed herself. (in shakespeare’s time, suicide was a sin, and people who committed suicide weren’t given proper burials because of it.) the dialogue goes like this:

GRAVEDIGGER 1: Is she to be buried in Christian burial when she willfully seeks her own salvation? (translation: Why is she getting a proper burial if she killed herself?) GRAVEDIGGER 2: I tell thee she is. Therefore make her grave straight. The crowner hath sat on her and finds it Christian burial. (After examining her, the coroner said she should get a proper burial.) GRAVEDIGGER 1: How can that be, unless she drowned herself in her own defense? (So what, she drowned in self-defense?) GRAVEDIGGER 2: Why, ‘tis found so. (That’s what they said she did.)

the text here indicates loud and clear that something about ophelia’s death is complicated, enough that there’s DOUBT about it being a suicide. and what’s more, there’s so much doubt that her death was a suicide, she gets to be buried for real in the eyes of God. but the text does not explicitly state what, exactly, is so weird about ophelia’s death. it just wants you to know that the whens and wherefores about it are strange, and that characters who are not emotionally involved believe it’s strange, too. it doesn’t stop there, either! the priest who’s going to perform the funeral ceremony says, in as many words, to the royal family, “Her death was doubtful.” interesting!

4. gertrude has this TOTAL crocodile tears thing going on at ophelia’s funeral. after spending the entire play openly disdaining ophelia as a silly little airhead, here’s what she has to say at her grave:

GERTRUDE: Sweets to the sweet. Farewell! I hoped thou shouldst have been my Hamlet’s wife. I thought thy bride-bed to have decked, sweet maid, and not have strewed thy grave. (I thought I’d be covering your wedding bed in flowers, not your grave.)

kind of a weird, sudden change of heart for her to have about ophelia, right? you could argue that it’s grief-driven, that people gain new perspective after someone dies and maybe she’s just now realizing that ophelia was really a great person all along. but given just how few fucks she gave about ophelia when she was alive, it doesn’t make sense for her to be sad after ophelia’s death, unless she’s being performative about her grief. and yeah, she’s the queen, people are paying attention to how she reacts to shit and therefore on some level everything she does is performative, but it’s in particular how she relates her grief back to ophelia being her son’s girlfriend that gives me pause, beCAUSE...

5. there is, of course, that whole Oedipal reading of hamlet, where the reason hamlet and gertrude’s relationship is fifty shades of fucked up is because they’re sexually attracted to one another. while this reading of hamlet is mostly a freudian analysis that is treated as a sort of embarrassing joke nowadays by scholars and theatre folks alike, when you read the scenes between hamlet and gertrude - in particular the famous closet scene, from which the bulk of this analysis derives - you DEFINITELY get the sense that this relationship is weird and toxic for reasons that have nothing to do with the fact that gertrude married hamlet’s uncle. gertrude is really, really, really wrapped up in her son. but not in a loving, maternal sort of way - instead, it comes across as a narcissistic parent desperate to understand why their child has not turned out exactly the way the parent wanted them to be. gertrude continually accuses hamlet of acting out of pocket specifically to hurt her, and does not consider any other motivation for his actions. when he acts out of turn in court, it embarrasses her. his strange behavior reflects poorly on her as a mother and as the queen, and she doesn’t like it. she has a nervous breakdown over it in the closet scene, where she basically begs hamlet to be normal for her sake.

now with all of this in mind...

i believe gertrude, having gotten fed up with her son acting Weird and making her look bad all the time, decides that in order to exert SOME means of control over the situation, is going to take it upon herself to eliminate anything that could be the cause of his bad behavior. and the most obvious cause, at least to her, is ophelia. why would gertrude believe this? well, in act one, polonius encourages ophelia to break up with hamlet, because he’s worried hamlet’s gonna steal his daughter’s virginity (which, gross, but whatever, we’re not here to talk about that today). because ophelia’s an obedient daughter, she does so. then, in act two, ophelia runs to tell her father polonius about an encounter she had with hamlet in her bedroom, where he did a bunch of weird creepy shit and then left her a letter that expressed how desperately in love with her he was. polonius decides that hamlet’s gone nuts because ophelia dumped him, and the two of them tell the king and queen about their theory. claudius asks gertrude if she thinks the theory holds water, and gertrude responds that it might. later on, in act three scene one (i.e. “to be or not to be”), this theory is apparently confirmed - at least to polonius and gertrude - by the way hamlet treats ophelia.

so, the very first theory posited to gertrude about why her son’s acting weird is that it’s because of ophelia. and we’ve already established that a) gertrude doesn’t like ophelia, and b) gertrude is a narcissist. she’s desperate to make hamlet stop his bad behavior and therefore stop making her look bad. the worse hamlet’s behavior gets, the worse gertrude’s desperation gets to stop it. and everyone else in this play solves their problems with murder, so it tracks that gertrude would solve her problem with murder, too!

gertrude killed ophelia hoping that it would make her son would go back to normal. (and, if for some reason you like the Oedipal reading of hamlet, it could be argued that she was also jealous of ophelia. but i don’t really love the Oedipal reading, so i’m choosing to ignore this argument.) the fact that ophelia was apparently insane at the time just made it easier for her to make up the suicide alibi. that’s why she knows so much about the circumstances surrounding ophelia’s death - because she was THERE and she CAUSED IT. that’s why shakespeare has gertrude delivering the news of her death. that’s why the play tells us, repeatedly, that the circumstances of ophelia’s death are suspicious. because ophelia didn’t drown herself. gertrude totally straight up drowned her!

thanks for coming to my TED talk everyone

#hamlet #this is a full on ESSAY #i even cited the text

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The Enchanted | Part 2

Summarry: As a fairy, you would never expect a prince in the Meadow. Yet here you are with Oh Sehun standing in front of you, begging to put a spell on his family. But fairies don’t do anything for free, do they?

Gnere: Angst if you aquint

Warnings: None

AU: Royal, fantasy

Pairing: Oh Sehun x Reader

Word count: 3,7k~

Author’s note: I’m writing for EXO while I’m actually in NCT mood? Especially with their comeback? And ‘Punch’ is actually so good?

The dress that Sehun had brought to our meeting point surely wasn’t something I was used to wearing. So only after a told of persuading and telling me that it’s the only way to make me somehow look like a member of the court I had agreed to finally put it on. Still, the material it was made of felt heavy, it was less comfortable than the clothing I was usually wearing, and I had a feeling like my moves were limited in it.

So now when we walking through the castle’s corridors, after the Prince had managed to sneak me in through one of the back entrances for the servants, hidden under the spell of invisibility, I was fidgeting frustratingly with the uncomfortable gown.

“Stop it.” Sehun hissed at me quietly without even sparing me a glance “People are staring.”

By people he meant the guards standing next to the door to each chamber, servants rushing from one place to the other, and the very few members of the court passing us by. And all of them were bowing their heads to the heir politely before shooting me a curious look.

“You made me wear this thing.” I whispered back to him with a glare before tugging roughly on the sleeve of the dress, trying to ignore to observant eyes all around us “It’s your fault.”

“You know I had to do it.” Sehun’s serious, unbothered expression didn’t change for even a small second. His moves were so causal that it was hard to tell that deep inside he was extremely stressed out. Despite the fact that he had just let a fairy into the castle he seemed completely relaxed, acting as if nothing had happened, simply walking through the corridors probably just like every other day. Sehun came off to me as a person was used to the life closed within the palace walls, surrounded by people who were bowing their heads at the sight of him. While I, the moment I had entered this place, felt trapped like never before. It was like a cage, a prison, but not one where you’re left alone - it was full of unwanted and bothering glares coming from every single corner.

“They would’ve been staring at me anyways.” I said, kicking the material flowing around my ankles angrily “They had never seen me in here before.”

“There are too many members of the court to known all of them.” Sehun frowned at my frustrated state “Even I can’t do that. So everybody’s staring only because you’re acting like that.”

I rolled my eyes at him, trying to ignore the material itching my skin more with every second.

With the feeling of the eyes of every person we were passing by burning holes in my back we finally stopped in front of doors to one of the chambers. It was rather easy to tell who it belonged to with the doubled number of guards standing next and in front of it.

Sehun hesitantly slipped his hand into mine as we stood in front of the entrance to the chamber, the contact making me shiver even though we had earlier discussed this as a part of our plan. He cupped my palm slowly and squeezed it slightly signalising that it’s time to put on a show. With his free hand he knocked on the door, patiently waiting for an answer from inside.

I never would’ve imagined that a son would wait for an official permission from his father to enter his room, but I guess that the life of the royal family was very different from my expectations.

Finally hearing the muffled ‘Come in!’ from the inside, the guards opened the doors revealing the enormous chamber. It indeed was big with huge windows overlooking a part of the palace’s gardens and the rooftops of the buildings of the city way off in the distance. But the inside, cut off from the world just like every other part of this castle, full of ornaments and overall splendor, seemed somewhat artificial to me. The nature I was so used to was absent here, completely shut off by the thick walls.

And of course there was the King, sitting behind his desk with some files in his hands, looking as royal as he should. His gaze was fixed on the documents in front of him - he was so focused on them that I thought he wouldn't bother looking at us standing at the door of his chamber. But the moment he caught a glimpse of me accompanying his son, he furrowed his eyebrows and moved the pieces of paper out of his sight so he could take a better look at us.

Now that I could see him, I noticed the similarities between Sehun and his father. Despite the fact that I had know the appearance of the whole royal family before, only then did I realize the sharp jawline and fierce gaze both the King and his son had. But the biggest similarity was probably their posture - it didn’t matter whether one of them remained seated and the other was standing, I could still see how confident and somehow intimidating they both were.

“What is it, son?” the King’s question was directed to his son, but his eyes were still scanning my frame from head to toe making me feel like the material of my dress was burning my skin and sticking to my body at the same time

“Father.” Sehun took a deep breath cleared his throat before continuing “I’d like you to meet somebody.”

“I can see.” the Kings raised his eyebrow at our interlocked hands before putting down the documents on the desk and leaning back in his chair “So?”

“Father, this is Y/N.” the Prince’s palm moved to the small of my back while I bowed slightly trying to act as naturally as it was possible “And… We’re engaged.”

I almost laughed out loud at the shock that had appeared on the King’s face. He remained silent for a few seconds eyeing at first his son, and then he moved his gaze to me.

“Okay, but since when?” he finally asked

“Just a few days.” Sehun shrugged casually “The news is so recent that I wanted you to know as soon as possible.”

The King just nodded slowly as if he was trying to process the information. I could almost see the cloud of thoughts running circles in his mind. After what felt like eternity, he let out another loud sigh before putting his elbows on the desk and resting his head on his intertwined hands.

“Are you sure about this?”

I glanced at Sehun with the corner of my eye and noticed him nodding eagerly. His expression was so serious that if I hadn’t been his ‘partner in crime’ and hadn’t known about our pact I would’ve believed that he’s truly sincere.

“Yes.” he announced with confidence in his voice “I love her and want to spend the rest of my life with her.”

I cringed slightly at his lies hoping that the King had thought that it’s just an impact of the stressful situation we had found ourselves in, or hadn’t noticed it at all. Still, I couldn’t tell whether he believed his son or not. There were no visible emotions on his face which confirmed my belief that it must’ve been a trait the members of the royal family had, or had been taught at some point of their lives. Both Sehun and his father seemed not to feel anything no matter how nerve-racking the moment was. They remained serious, stoic and self-confident.

“May I ask what’s your house, Y/N?” the King’s question caught me off guard since the only things he had said before were directed to his son

I tried to remember the backstory Sehun had come up with for my new, fake identity I had to keep up at the castle. At least the Prince’s plan seemed more or less refined. Despite the fact that he had been so desperate when he had asked me to put a spell on his family, he turned out to be even more clever and cunning than I had thought he was. Not only did he manage to make me look like I belonged to the court by dressing my up, but also came up with a story for the character I had to play in case anybody became too curious.

“It’s Lee, Your Majesty.” I said trying to seem as convincing as I it was possible, and hoping that he wouldn’t dig into the history of the most common surname among the nobility

The King sent me one, single nod and continued staring at us with an unimpressed look on his face. Still, leaning back in his chair a little bit, he sighed for the nth time since we had entered his chamber, and shrugged looking suddenly relaxed.

“Alright.” he said calmly “Do whatever you want to do, son.”

I felt Sehun release the tension in his shoulders next to me, but his posture still remained as calm and reversed as it had been before.

“I think all that’s left for me to do now is congratulate the two of you.” the King stood up from his chair fixing his jacket, and approached us with his hand outstretched at first to his son, who shook it with a wide grin on his face, and then to me

But the moment the King’s palm grabben mine and shook it slightly, he suddenly stiffened in his place. I felt Sehun starting at both of us, slightly surprised and panicked at the same time. The King didn’t move looking almost completely petrified, and even though his eyes were directed at me his gaze remained unfocused and distant. And the moment I noticed his pupils darting wide, I knew that I completed my part of the deal.

The spell was taking control over him.

“Also, Sehun.” he let go of my hand and placed it on his son’s shoulder “I’d like to talk to you and your brother later. Alone.”

“It worked!” Sehun bursted into the chamber that had been selected for me with a genuine smile on his face and sparkly eyes, making me turn my head at him abruptly “It really worked!”

I rolled my eyes shifting on the windowsill slightly and looking out of the window again. The chamber I was sitting in was surely enormous - definitely a one chosen for the Prince’s fiancé. But despite the gorgeous ornaments, a huge bed with a baldachim, and a wardrobe along with a bathroom connected to the room, I still felt weird inside. Being left alone within walls of such a big room was surely something I wasn’t used to. The space I had for myself still wasn’t the space I had in the Meadow or any other part of the forest.

“Were you expecting it not to work?” I asked focused on the view outside, scanning it carefully

I didn’t want Sehun to think that I didn’t enjoy my part of the deal. Actually, the part that had been my idea and I had asked for. He had got what he wanted and was definitely satisfied with the results, but I couldn’t say the same thing about myself. The only thing that was cheering me up and keeping me going, was the fact that I still hadn’t experienced all the aspects of a life in a palace as the Prince’s fiancé.

“No, that’s not my point.” Sehun approached me, still beaming like a child who has just got a new toy “It’s just that I didn’t expect it to work that quickly.”

I tried very hard not to send him another eye roll, so instead I only raised my eyebrows at him questioningly.

“What did your father say?”

“Well, he first called for me, my brother and my mother.” the Prince was gesturing expressively while taking a seat next to me on the windowsill “Then he said something about giving the idea of me becoming the next king a second thought and finally coming to conclusion that it might not be the best one both for me and the kingdom. And he told us that he had decided that my brother will get the throne instead.”

“And your mother? What did she say about that and… The whole marriage thing?” I asked cringing slightly at the second part of my question “I didn’t even have an opportunity to put a spell on her.”

“She was absolutely ecstatic that I am getting married. I have a feeling like she has just been waiting for it to happen.” Sehun leaned his back against the wall and darted his gaze out of the window “And she didn’t need much convincing when it comes to changing the heir. She has been pretty vocal about how she thinks that I am not suitable for the crown anyways.”

And once more I had to control myself not to show any pity I suddenly felt for him. I could only imagine how he must’ve felt when his own mother had expressed how she hadn’t had any belief that he’s a good candidate for the throne. Despite the fact that Sehun hadn’t wanted to become the next king, the fact that his own mother hadn’t had any hopes in him must’ve been rather painful.

“How did your brother react?” I tried to distract him, seeing the frown that had appeared on his face the moment he started to speak about the Queen

“He was shocked.” the Prince tore his gaze away from the window to look at me once more “But even if he had something against it, he didn’t say anything. He’s too obedient for that. It’s like he just can’t say no to any of our parents.”

Despite that I had known Sehun for only a few days, I could clearly tell that if his brother indeed was like he had described him, he was a complete opposite of him. And the fact that he even had dared to come to speak to me at the Meadow was enough of evidence for me.

Sehun wasn’t exactly like the image of a prince I had imagined before we met. He wasn’t the perfect hier every king wanted. Even after all the years of growing up with the thought that he one day would rule this kingdom, he was both selfish and brave enough to try to change his fate - he wanted to live his human life the way he wanted to live.

I couldn’t lie - that was pretty impressive. And if a fairy could’ve like a human, then I could say that I actually liked Sehun. Even though I had called him desperate and still hadn’t changed my mind about it. I felt like within this short time of our acquaintance he managed to show me that there’s more to his actions than just pure desperation. Most of the humans seemed fragile and couldn’t fight for what they really wanted letting others boss them around. But Sehun was indeed somehow different.

“Can I ask you one more thing?” I shot him a curious look and saw him nod, giving me a signal to continue “Why did you father agree on your marriage so quickly? I thought that king’s were usually more strict about their children’s significant others, more concerned about who enters the royal family.”

I couldn’t say that it hadn’t confused me when the King had accepted me as his son’s fiancé so quickly. He had seen me for the first time in his life yet he had said yes to the marriage so quickly.

“He’s always told me that it will be my queen and it will be my problem if she won’t suit the role.” there was a dash of irony in his voice “As long as you’re a princess from another kingdom or a member of nobility, he’s fine with that. It’s not like he’s going to try to get to know your personality or anything like that because he’ll have the rest of his life to do it. At least that’s what he’s always said.”

“Well, then we will have a problem once he finds out that I am actually not a member of the nobility.” a teasing smirk appeared on my face

“Don’t worry about that.” the Prince returned the smile “You look like one. And als-”

“You made me look like one.” I cut him off suddenly

“Yeah, but the way you were acting was pretty convincing as well.”

A small scoff escaped my lips while I turned my head around to look out of the window once more. The sun was slowly setting down, making the clouds on the sky blush in pink and light purple, and casting a colorful shadow on the palace gardens. They were surely a different from the forest - while the Woods were free, wild, full of life and magic, the gardens here were plain, clean, and under complete control of the humans.

“Anyways.” Sehun stood up abruptly, making me snap out of my thoughts “I gotta go now.”

The Prince dashed towards the doors of the chamber, but turned around towards me before opening the door.

“Also, my mother wants to meet you.” he announced with his hand still on the door knob “So we’ll have dinner with her tonight.”

“What?!” I snapped at him finally standing up from the windowsill “We haven’t discussed it! That wasn’t a part of our plan!”

“I’m sorry.” Sehun quickly moved behind the door, only his head peeking into the room “But I promise it won’t be that bad.”

And before I could oppose more the Prince closed the door behind him, leaving me alone in the room, staring dumbfounded at the place he had been standing in a few seconds before.

Well, the dinner was just like Sehun had told me it would be - not that bad. At least when it came to the food. While the atmosphere was surely different.

The Queen, who had taken a seat at the top of the long table, was eyeing me and the Prince sitting on her side from time to time. I had a feeling like her piercing gaze was landing on me surely more often than on his son. It was like she was judging me, debating whether I was the right choice for his son. Yet she wasn’t speaking much, actually none of us was. The only sound filling the huge dining room was the tapping and knocking of the silverware. The Queen had only asked me a few rather basic questions at the beginning, making it hard to believe that she had been ‘so ecstatic’ about her son’s marriage and had asked us to have dinner with her because she had wanted to meet me.

I could feel how tense Sehun was sitting next to me, trying to focus on the food in front of him. The tension was different from the one he had felt in his father’s chamber. I could tell it by the way he wasn’t looking up, or the way he was keeping his shoulders down. That previous tension was more because of how stressful the situation had been and how many thing could’ve gone wrong, while the one now was very close to pure embarrassment.

“May I ask you a question, Your Highness?” the words slipped out of my lips before I could’ve even controlled it

The Queen looked up at me with her eyebrows slightly raised clearly surprised by my sudden curiosity.

“Of course.” she gave me a small nod

I leaned back in the chair and looked her directly in the eyes. She was scanning my face as if she was looking for some fear or humbleness in my expression, but I was making sure she wouldn’t get any of it.

“Why do you think that Sehun wouldn’t be a good king?”

The moment I asked the question I felt the Prince tense even more next to me, while he kicked me with his foot under the table. I didn’t look at him, nor give him any other reaction, I just kept looking the Queen in the eyes.

Her gaze was also extremely similar to both Sehun’s and his father. The powerful and fierce stare must’ve been a family trait among the most famous humans in our world.

“Well, Y/N, I gave birth to him and have spent my whole life with him.” she put down the knife and fork she was holding and, folded her hands on her knees trying to remain as composed as it was possible “I raised him. So I know what he’s like.”

“So you’re saying that you haven’t raised him for a proper heir, perfectly knowing that he would take over the throne one day?” I crossed my arms over my chest

“Y/N.” Sehun hissed next to me and send me a glare trying to stop me from digging into the topic more, but I still wasn’t looking at him

“No.” the Queen continued calmly “I am saying that he has some traits that a king shouldn’t have. And those traits I couldn’t and still can not control.”

“I don’t agree with you.” I replied sharply with my eyebrows furrowed

Sehun kicked me under the table once more, this time harder. Even if his mother had noticed something she didn’t say a word, but despite that, I managed to notice the small change in her expression - almost as if my attitude was slowly starting to get on her nerves.

“I don’t need you to agree with me. Especially that Sehun becoming the next ruler of this kingdom is not the case anymore.” she wiped her mouth with a handkerchief and stood up from the table “Now, if you excuse me, I think it’s high time I go back to my chamber.”

And with those words she exited the dining room through the enormous door, the guards standing next to them bowing their head to the Queen. The two of us were left alone, still sitting at the long table - Sehun with panic painted on his face, and I with a smirk I couldn’t help.

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