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iluvzaddies · 10 months

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run rabbit run (4)

pairing: yandere!childe x reader

warnings: unhealthy behavior/relationship, violence, nsfw

inspired by: episode 8 of the hbo series “the last of us”

summary: you are out of food as well as medical supplies, so in order to save your father, you take matters into your own hands. you unexpectedly run into a young master in the forest, who is after the same rabbit as you. since he is persistent on getting the rabbit, you make a bargain with him. he develops a liking to you and decides you are his new personal little rabbit.

note: hey, loves! sorry for the long hiatus. i lost motivation to write, but i’m back now! here’s chapter 4 of run rabbit run. it’s a little rushed tho and my writing hasn’t really improved :(

“then, give yourself to me.”

your breath hitched, feeling both disgusted by childe’s wet kisses on your neck and embarrassed because you were not the only people in the room.

the sound of a gun’s safety turned off and childe immediately pulled away from your neck.

your father was on his feet, his left hand clutching on his stomach and his right shakily holding a pistol, which he somehow managed to grab ahold of while childe was getting too close for comfort. “leave my daughter alone, you son of a bitch.”

you couldn’t stand to see your father in that state, but neither could he stand to see his own daughter being harassed by the man he was working for– well, the man he used to work for.

“did you just curse my mother?” childe scoffed, not an ounce of playfulness in his tone. “oh, you’re really asking for it, aren’t you?”

your father pulled the trigger.

childe summoned his weapons again and skillfully cut the bullet in half.

you gaped at the scene.

your father tried to pull the trigger once again, but this time, his gun was cut in half.

he stumbled back, hitting the shelves, furniture falling onto the ground, smashing into bits and pieces. at the impact, more blood seeped out of his wound and he began coughing out blood.

childe strode towards him with malicious intent. he placed the tip of his weapon under his chin, bringing his head up to look at him in the eyes.

“you’re a pathetic fool.” he taunted. “going against a harbinger like myself? not a smart move. since you are no value to me and you refuse to hand me your daughter, i’ll have to dispose of you now.”

your father heaved out. “before you kill me, i’d like to say a few words to my daughter. tell your men to unhand her. i want this to be between us only.”

childe sighed and rolled his eyes. “fine, hurry up. no funny business.”

the second the pyro agents’ grip on you loosened, you wasted no time running towards your father.

“f–father…” you sniffled.

“my sweet, smart, talented girl. i will always love you. never forget that. you’re the greatest gift one could ever receive and i am proud to call you my daughter.” he caressed your cheek and you leaned your cheek against his warm palm, which would soon turn cold.

you shivered at the though of it.

he said he was proud of you. how could he be proud of someone as weak as you? someone as useless as you?

“i’m sorry. i–if only i was strong enough, i could–“

“stop it. there’s really no way out of this situation, (y/n). don’t blame yourself.”

“that is enough chit-chat, mr (l/n).” childe interjected.

he snapped his fingers and you were back into the arms of the pyro agents.

“no, i beg of you to let him live! i told you i would go with you willingly!” you begged.

“i’ve already made up my mind. and he’s already dying anyway. don’t worry, my rabbit. i’ll give him a quick and easy death.” childe’s gaze shifted to the pyro agents. “take her outside…” he dismissed with a wave. “…unless you want to watch?”

“no.” you whimpered, violently shaking your head.

and so, you were brought outside and you were faced with a carriage.

it wasn’t like one of those plain, wooden carriages. the carriage was black and had intricate golden patterns, drawn by four beautiful gray horses.

the pyro agents’ shoved you in the carriage and shut the door.

“shit! fuck! fuck!” you ruffled your hair in frustration, lowering your head, letting your tears fall onto the red velvet carpet.

you had to do something.

‘if i can’t save father, i should save myself.’

think.

a light bulb went on in your head.

you decided that you were going to hijack the carriage, while childe was still in the cabin and the pyro agents’ were standing around, waiting for their master’s next order. it was a better idea than trying to outrun them in the cold weather.

you slowly opened the door, the other door. luckily, carriages had two doors.

you snuck towards the driver, quiet as a mouse, and then made your move. you climbed up the seat, pushed the driver out and flicked the horses’ reins.

you made it.

you escaped.

…for now.

(part 5 coming soon)

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zer05trange · 3 months

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Roaring Sea

I. Hermes

⋆｡°✩ (childe x fem!reader)✩°｡⋆

⋆｡°✩ chapter summary: After an inexplicable rush, your second favorite customer comes in for the second day in a row.

⋆｡°✩wc: 1.6k

⋆｡°✩content warnings: none

⋆｡°✩ series masterlist (there is a prologue before this part!!)

Your day began as most did. After waking and freshening up, you begin baking bright and early for the weekday ahead of you. For a relatively new business, you have a decent amount of customers each day, and with little to no negative feedback. It feels nice, especially since starting a business in the service industry was known to be very difficult.

However, today, you are slammed.

Everyone and their mother is visiting your bakery, the small building space was packed for what seemed like hours. You had to get your one employee, Ivan, in early to help out, because this sort of rush was not something you could tackle alone. People were lined up at the back of the door, and each booth and table were full. And when a table isn’t occupied, it's being cleaned for the next customer to take.

The room surrounds itself with a bright and warm ambiance with many conversations filling the air, and it's enjoyable, though it may be overwhelming as all hell. Ultimately, watching people enjoy your food and your space never fails to cap your heart with fulfillment, regardless of how stress-inducing it could get.

The oddest part of the rush is that you're having loads of Fatui agents visit your shop. You've served your fair share of Fatui before, but never at this caliber. Usually, they were aloof and curt. But today, you could almost say they were polite to you, most even tipped a few extra mora with their order. You were mulling over the phenomenon as the fifth pyro agent of the morning walked up to your counter.

“What can I get for you?” You smile up at a agent with his hood and mask covering his face.

“I need a slice of praga cake. Oh and a slice of apple cake, both to go?” He asks, his voice almost... timid.

“Of course, is that all you want?” You ask as you pack up his two slices of cake.

“No,” He exchanges his money for your goods, “Thank you ma’am.”

Once placing a generous tip on your counter, he briskly leaves the shop. That, much like many other interactions that day, left you in a stunned state. Not only had a Fatui agent called you ‘ma’am’ and left a large tip, but he seemed more nervous than their usual stoic demeanor.

After a while, the rush slowed, with fewer Fatui agents making their stay in your bakery. Must be time to do shady government business in the Tsaritsa’s name, you think. You begin cleaning up the dining area, picking up plates and glasses, as well as sweeping up excess crumbs on the ground.

“Ivan, could you please ice that cake?” You ask your employee as you return behind the counter, “I’ll let you off early when you’re done.”

“Yes ma’am,” The boy responds attentively as he turns around toward the baking counter. You observe him for a moment, observing how his talent surrounding baking has improved since he began working for you. Ivan came in begging for a job just a few short months ago as a way to make an extra buck during the weekend, and you remember not necessarily needing an extra hand at the bakery. But the teenage boy seemed like he needed the funds, promised to work hard, and hasn't let you down.

It's days like these where find that nothing else brings you more peace than crafting for others, serving them something that you are proud of and that they love almost as much as you do. The tranquility that you found within your bakery was like no other, and besides the stress that came with the rush, you were truly grateful for it.

What you couldn’t pinpoint was how the rush started. You ponder over how it could be possible, you didn’t boost your advertising recently, and it wasn’t a holiday nor was it a weekend. Though thankful, you can’t get over your confusion.

Hours passed by, Ivan finished his shift a while ago, so you were left alone to fend for yourself. By now, the rush had long passed and you only had a few customers coming in at a time, so you weren’t too concerned about working alone. You're finishing refilling the shelves when you hear the doorbell of your bakery, signifying someone entering your shop.

You look up before greeting the customer, only to be met with the same unforgettably cold eyes that you served last night.

“Good afternoon, Mr. Tartaglia,” You quickly flash a smile before getting back to work placing pastries into the display case.

“Mister? Do I seem that old to you?” He asks, a friendly smile back on his lips.

“No, I’m just being formal with my customer,” You push yourself up to meet his eyes.

“Is that all I am to you? A customer?” He puts a hand over his heart and displays some sort of mocking tone, “ I thought I made a better impression than that, Ms. Y/N.”

You lean in over the counter to the man, close enough to be able to whisper, “Do you talk to everyone like that?”

Tartaglia swallows, stiffening up ever so slightly.

“No, just the ones who make Snezhnaya’s best apple cake,” He answers back, just as quiet as you were.

You scoff yet again as you push away from him, “Is this your way of getting food from me? Like the little stunt you pulled last night?”

Before you can humor him any longer, you find yourself cutting a slice of cake for him, and ignoring his existence otherwise.

“Speaking of, I have something else for you,” You say before taking off upstairs. His face molds into one of confusion, holding a plate of warm cake while you disappear.

You come back down a few moments later, and his eyes fall on the pouch of mora he gave you. Before he can object, you place the pouch into his free hand and return back to the counter.

“Did you not like my peace offering, Y/N?” He asks, and the way his name rolls off your tongue makes you feel a little flushed.

“Peace offering?” You cross your arms and snap back at the man.

“You’re snarky, лисичка. I thought a little tip may extinguish your unbridled hatred for me, though it seems I’ve failed,” He says back, taking a seat facing the counter. You giggle at his last statement, his dramatization of your feelings pulls a chuckle out of you.

“Giving me nicknames already? After like… 24 hours?” You ask him, “You’ve got stones.”

It was his turn to laugh before taking a forkful of cake to his mouth, and then making an ‘mm’ sound out of satisfaction. He continues scarfing down his dessert, though his eyes keep watch on you. Specifically, where your vision sat on your hip.

“Do you put that to use?” He asks, his hand pointing to your vision.

“Sometimes,” You brush off the question, “I take commissions occasionally, usually when traveling.”

He smirks at that, and you don’t miss it.

“Do you use yours?” You ask back and watch him nod in pride, you hum at his nonverbal response, “We should spar sometime, though I’d probably smoke you.”

You notice how his demeanor perks up even more, his sudden excitable emotion is slightly scary. His happiness in response to your offer was frightening, to say the least.

He already carries an almost mischievous aura with him, and you begin to think that play-fighting with him would be a mistake on your part. Or it could have come off as flirting to him, which you definitely do not want to take any part in.

“I have to get going,” Tartaglia says as he begins to stand, “Tonya wanted me to hang out with her for a bit tonight.”

He makes his way toward the front counter, closer to you.

“Oh no!” You respond in a dryly sarcastic tone, “What a shame.”

He scoffs at you as he places his elbow on the counter, with his head in his hand. He looks up at you with an over-exaggerated frown and a puppy-dog demeanor. “Sooo…” He taps his other hand on the counter, “When are you going to teach me how to make that cake?”

You cock an eyebrow at him with a hand on your hip, not having it with him, “I’m not giving you my recipe for free.”

You turn away to begin cleaning your miniature oven, and expect him to leave. Yet you don’t hear any sort of movement behind you. You quickly turn back around with an exasperated sigh and look straight at the man, who’s position didn’t change.

“I’m not leaving,” He says in a sing song tone.

“Let me think," You snap back.

Teaching him how to bake something would have to be after the bakery closes. So it would just be the two of you. And he’d be so annoyingly him that you’d probably have to recharge your social battery for the next three days following that. Also, you don’t want your kitchen secrets unveiled to anyone. And, ultimately, you’re smart enough to know that this whole thing has nothing to do with an apple cake. But, it would get him to stop pestering you at the moment.

You look up from the desert case and straight into his cold, cerulean eyes, “I'm free two nights from now.”

You see the edge of Tartaglia’s faux frown sprout up into a small smile as he stands up with his hands held onto the edge of the counter. He remains hunched down enough to where his face is in line with yours. And as if he was accepting a challenge, he begins to part ways with you for the day.

“I’ll see you then.”

⋆｡°✩translation: Лисичка- it’s a term like “fox” or “little-fox”

⋆｡°✩a/n: hiiiii!!! I want to get the next chapter out soon, and i hope y'all enjoy this one! i hope you are all doing well <333 thank you for reading

⋆｡°✩tag list: @inlovewithlondonn @zamorazz @ay4tou @kur0melon @boomie-123

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dumbcoffeebee · 1 year

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drops hcs and runs

Diluc-

Ice burn scars on chest & forearms from the fight when Kae got his vision

Lots of scars. Lots. Blades, bludgeoning dmg, various elements from the Fatui hunt or otherwise

Slight permanent tinge of blue/purple at fingertips from being unacclimated to the Snezhnayan weather the first few months of the Fatui hunt (no pyro vision during that time)

More red to his hair, bit of an orange tinge to the ends (make it look more like fire, basically)

By extension he gets grey hairs every once in a while and nobody really comments on them bc yk its Diluc mans is stressed all the time but he dyes them out/plucks them every time he notices them bc it reminds him of his dad when he started using his delusion too much & it makes him sad :(

Thick eyelashes— not super long but really thick

Freckles!! Lots of them!! Resident pretty boy fr

Calloused hands from claymore

Fire burn scars from not knowing how to infuse weapon w/ fire at first

Hawk talon scars on forearm

TAN. TAN. GIVE THIS MAN A TAN. I BEG.

Has the second of Kae’s earrings hanging next to his vision on his belt (sobbing)

Bro used to have sharp teeth but he grinds tf outta them so he should wear a grind plate thing but he doesn’t bc he’s stubborn

Every time he goes like a madlad, which is all the time but yk, he just,, forgets to shave & so it’s not uncommon to see him with like a family of six worth’s of luggage under his eyes & red stubble (little bit of grey in there?)

Oh my god this man’s eye bags. It’s so hot but oh my god the dark circles too?? Holy shit

Used to wear black pencil liner on his waterline (jk he still does esp when he’s doin the whole darknight hero thing OH MY GOD HE TAKES THE MASK OFF AND HE.. OH MY GOD DRAW THAT DRAW THAT NOW JESUS SHIT)

As much as he runs himself ragged he actually has really high personal maintenance esp hygiene-wise like bfr he’s the no.1 most sought after bachelor in Mondstadt for a reason (and it’s not just bc of his money) & that’s also just bc he was raised by Crepus who I feel like believed that no matter who you were or where you came from, everyone is deserving of respect regardless of anything & first impressions are highly important for people like them (direct descendants of the Ragnvindr clan)

So then Diluc has like an eight step skincare routine that he speedruns & I feel like he takes care of his nails really well for some reason??

Circular reddish scarring on left hand from repeated delusion use, both in Snezhnaya & out of it— it looks like a matrix-style computer virus but in his veins

Kaeya

Lets start w/ the obvious. He says there's nothing wrong with his right eye but I beg to differ there’s a long vertical scar in the middle of his eyelid from Diluc’s weapon grazing it in their fight.

As a result its not that sensitive since it was years ago, almost a decade from my math

One eye is blue like we see yes but i hc that the other is like yellow with the star pupil bc mm khaenriah

Once again freckles

Long ass fingers

Ice burn scars on chest from receiving vision & the shield it created, blasting Diluc away from being able to go in for the strike to his chest he was planning.

Constantly cold. Not really appearance but just general temp he’s always cold

Blisters/callouses on fingertips- partly from the ice, partly from training so vigorously with Diluc in swordsmanship.

Very small star tattoo from Khaenriah on inner left forearm like- the crook of it

Dark blue hair like it’s sapphire dark Albedo describes it as flowing jewels with a streak of starlight through it (the lighter streak in his bangs)

Much darker complexion than is shown in game like i hc that he’s half Khaenriahn (well, all Khaenriahn but yk) and half Sumerian on his mother’s side

Lots of scars like his brother. Not to Diluc’s magnitude, but still a lot nonetheless.

Lots of little scars from different elements w/ close calls from abyss mages, ruin guards, etc.

Yet another thing he picked up from Diluc as a child, has a really good hair care routine

Consistently dry skin & eyes from the ice n shit

Muscle spasms & slight numbness in hands from the cold

His smile is the same as it was when he was a kid— when it’s real, that is

Little bit of a tooth gap in his front middle teeth

There’s a theory bopping around that the Alberich clan messed with Kae’s eye, being able to see through it & considering the symbolism with Khaenriah and eyes it makes a lot of sense, as well as his turning his back on his clan and nation in favor of Mondstadt would make the eyepatch much more of a useful thing beyond appearances, refusing to let whatever higher Abyssal powers get intel on Mondstadt by his doing.

Traveler Lumine-

Constantly getting new scars & bruises (she has a knack for worrying Paimon)

Lets her hair grow out- it reminds her of Aether. (she ends up cutting it short again save for her bangs in an episode, and she says it’s better for fighting that way anyway.)

Lightning scars from anti-raiden shogun training (she still slightly distrusts Yae Miko for that), as well as getting struck down constantly in Inazuma- they’re all over her spine, shoulder blades, neck, hands, legs, everything. She jumps every time lightning cracks in a storm, whipping around as if to lunge at the next thing that moves

Various elemental-caused scarring from mastering different elements- that’s why she prefers Anemo, it does the least long-term damage to her body and it’s easiest for her to control because she’s had it the longest

Oh my god her hands are filled with callouses, they’re so rough yet her touch is so soft girlie is pretty <33

Her hair is consistently knotty and dirty- what can I say, the girl doesn’t get to thoroughly shower much, especially before getting the teapot

Literally every item of clothing she owns is stained. Noelle is her saviour every time she comes back to Mondstadt for insisting on getting the stains out and patching her clothes up for her/redoing Lumi’s shoddy patch jobs— sewing was always Aether’s thing.

This isn’t new for me but she and Aether have matching earrings— his is still black in the Abyss but he never takes it out, the only time he tried he got a gut punch of regret and feeling like he was viscerally betraying some unspoken binding law, and Lumi has never even tried taking it out, always cherishing how it connects her to her brother no matter where he is, changing colors with each nation closer she gets to finding him and bringing him home to her.

May the Seven help the monster that rips it out as she’s fighting. You think you’ve seen Lumine seething with unbridled rage until you saw what happened to every monster in a 700 m radius of her that night. It makes her grinding teeth and piercing stares that could kill look like child’s play in comparison. Tears rivered down her cheeks and sobs wracked her body as she staggered towards the nearest teleport waypoint, seeking out the one statue she finds the most comfort in. Under the tree of Windrise, she places the earring back into the slit where it once hung as Barbatos’s statue seals her wounds and encloses her earring back into place, housing her safely for the night high in the tree, the wind god watching over his warrior.

She handles her injuries well, both physical and mental. It’s only in the teapot, secluded in her room with Paimon and a German shepard from Mondstadt as her only comfort, that she lets her cries rock her to sleep.

Although a nuisance while swimming, she’s always thankful for the white and grey armor she had gotten custom-made after her initiation as honorary knight at the start of her travels.

Every region she’s traveled through, she’s made sure to acquire a signature accessory, displaying them on her dresser in the teapot and wearing them when she misses those in other nations.

Makes it a habit that every first new flower she picks up gets pressed in her adventure journal. Her favorite has always been the windwheel asters.

Lumine is always the one to protect Paimon, so the first time her floating companion throws herself in between her and the enemy, she makes a vow to herself to never let harm come to the best travel guide in all of Teyvat, even if it costs her everything.

Lumi is often off put by quiet things, preferring to let every noise filter through her. As a result, she ends up seeming very aloof and reserved, but she’s really just studying everything she can get her eyes on. She often forgets to even speak, despite being active in conversations with others mentally, and the link between her and Paimon forged after their many travels has allowed for Paimon to be able to speak up for Lumine in most situations, with well-enough accuracy. Paimon uses this to great degree when she can sense Lumine becoming overwhelmed and nonverbal, subbing in for her, as well as for phrases and words Lumine had not yet learnt in the common language of Teyvat at the start of her adventures. While the language barrier is much less of a problem now, Paimon still often speaks up for Lumine when the ladder starts feeling overwhelmed and anxious, something she greatly appreciates.

When Lumine finds it difficult to sleep, she often ends up taking walks around wherever she’s staying, most often the teapot or whatever hotel she can find. She finds the moon and stars calming, knowing every time she lays eyes on Celestia that she and Aether will one day return to those gates and conquer the one who had separated them 500 years ago. She finds comfort in knowing she and her brother can and will be reunited.

Despite “The Traveler” being a well-known enigma across Teyvat, most end up not being able to recognize her on the streets until she eventually ends up saving their country. She wonders what it would be like to be able to live in anonymity for eternity, not having to put everything on the line in trade for simple recognition?

Despite the familiarity of her armor and dress, she often wonders what the fashion of different nations would be like to wear. That is, until she sees the price tag, resolving to save her Mora for better equipment instead.

God I have so many brain melt heartache traveler ideas

Lumine is always gentle with animals out of compassion, but it never occurs to people why she is so ruthlessly efficient with what she dismantles or kills— ever since the incident with Dain in the Chasm, she has vowed to make whatever suffering of Abyss creatures brief, viewing her extermination of camps as early releases from the curse of the Abyss. She couldn’t handle thinking about it any other way. She couldn’t let herself view them as anything more than things to be put out of their misery after learning the truth of their existence.

#genshin #genshin hcs #genshin impact #kaeya #kaeya genshin impact #kaeya headcanons #diluc #diluc genshin impact #diluc headcanons #traveler #genshin traveler #genshin impact traveler #lumine #lumine genshin impact #traveler lumine #rambles #beelikesgenshin #Bee stfu #long post

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steampunkagumon · 6 months

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The first "I love you" - Vandals x reader

TW for Riot's section (for implied/referenced child abuse) also getting dangerously close to co-dependency there, buckaroo

Bro was comin' off the ketamine

Like, need I say more

There's whole viral videos about the things people can say when they just start waking up from anesthesia

So you decide to mess with him and go “Oh, I like Timmy now.”

“B-but I gave you Goldfish!”

“He gave me a cookie.”

“Whoa, a whole cookie?…”

Grayson

His frustrated screams can be heard clear from the hall. You peek your head into the computer lab to check on him, and find him fuming over some code he's working on

“I've been staring at this for over a week, and I can't find the line that's making everything go all screwy! UGH, this is a disaster…”

You walk over and give everything a quick glance, and you immediately spot the problem. Maybe a word was misspelled or something was set to “:true” instead of “:false”, something simple that he would normally feel stupid for missing.

He taps a few keys, and everything's working again! He pulls you in, planting a big kiss right on your cheek, before hugging you and practically sobbing into your shoulder. “YOU SEXY RUBBER DUCK, I LOVE YOU!!!”

yep it's the comic I reblogged the other day

Riot

One Discord convo I distinctly remember is it getting debunked that Riot is autistic bc Pyro doesn't know if he's autistic and didn't want to misrepresent

Point is, I think their sexualities (demi) would also match up for similar reasons

So you'd have to get to know each other and really form a bond first, which is fine bc I think he'd really appreciate you as a friend

But once he falls he falls HARD

When you two are hanging out, it's almost always at your place. You only ever go back to his when his uncle isn't home

And, one day, you do learn why that is

You walked him home that night, and as you were leaving, you heard them get into an argument about him coming home so late. There was an impacting noise, a grunt, and the sounds of various metals falling and breaking

You asked him about it the next time you saw him, and he told you everything. But before you could run off and do something about it, he stopped you, grabbing you by the wrist, begging you not to tell anyone

“Why not?!”

He was quiet for a moment. “'Cuz I don't wanna go… A-and if I can wait to say anything about it 'til I'm 18, they can't put me in the system.” Tears welling up in his eyes, he hugged you as tight as he could. “I don't wanna lose you! I love you, dammit!”

Reiner

Y'know that antisocial's fear of accidentally saying “you too” to the waiter when they bring your food?

It's like that

You wrap up a call with your mom as you get your noodles from the food truck and absent-mindedly say “Gotta go, love you!”

And you stand there with your fancy bluetooth earpiece like a deer in headlights at the realization of what just happened

There's a chuckle from the window

“I love you too.” *winks*

And you see, that's where the trouble began. That smile. That darn smile.

Gary

You work as a barista at the coffee shop in town, and you're probably the best one there at handling bigger orders

You see this guy reading the order off his phone, absolutely winded. You can tell he's already had a rough day, so you slide the card back to him. “Consider it on the house.”

You'll probably get in trouble for that but who knows?

It genuinely surprises him how fast you get the order done, that he might actually be on time for once, and it just kinda… slips

“I love you. —!”

Hand slapped over his mouth and his face turning bright red, he took the drinks and ran. You didn't think much of it, though. Just laughed it off and went on with your day

#digi-destiny #eric ryder #grayson mcknight #ryan scarlett #reiner takeshi #gary pasternak #x reader #headcanons

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favoniuscodex · 3 years

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just a scratch [childe, diluc, xiao]

prompt: you get injured. of course, your partner doesn't like that. characters: childe, diluc, xiao w/ gn!reader word count: ~1.9k words warnings: descriptions of canon-typical violence, near-death injuries, kinda angsty? but things end up okay. death (not any major characters) a/n: :) first actual non-event piece in a while huh? dainsleif, kaeya, and zhongli in part 2 because this was getting pretty long LOL i haven't written anything action-y like this on my blog before (i think?) so lmk if you like it! :)

childe

don't fall in love with your underlings, la signora had warned the eleventh harbinger. they're supposed to be disposable.

now, as childe watches your form crumple to the ground, a sick and twisted part of him wishes he listened to her. childe couldn't remember who was wrong in this situation. were you the one out of place? or were the treasure hoarders? you were typically the known variable, but the ones who were in debt to childe weren't, which meant that your response to them would be predictable at best.

what childe hadn't calculated, however, was the way a treasure hoarder managed to slice at the back of your knees and force you to the ground. you had always been quick on your feet, but the treasure hoarders were faster. upon seeing the indebted, useless, vile treasure hoarder clamber over your back and rush to attempt to slit your throat, childe sees red.

and, for the first time in several months, he transforms. in a flash of neon purple electro energy, childe reappears in the foul legacy form. even from the viewpoint of his increased height, childe can still see the fear in your eyes as you strain against the treasure hoarder above you. but, with your legs out for the count and your weapon pinned underneath you in your fall, you have little to no leverage.

it enrages childe. you, one of the best fighters he knows, deserved better than to be taken down by some filthy, lowlife treasure hoarder. you and childe had so much left to do, so much left to see, and childe had so much he hadn't yet told you. with the fury of a grecian hero, childe throws his spear forward and watches as it flings the treasure hoarder on top of you off with ease. in response, you begin to seek safety, dragging yourself off to the side while childe finishes off those dumb enough to even think about harming you.

sure, should childe collect his debts rather than seeking revenge? yes. but, will the tsaritsa necessarily care? no. she is the goddess of love and childe lives to serve. you watch as you see the anger poured into each hit as he finishes off the rest of the treasure hoarders. his transformation and method of fighting is complete overkill, but you realize that childe is only doing this to send a message. however, your ogling is interrupted by another fatui agent capturing your attention as they approach you to assist you.

the agent picks you up and you take one last look at childe before promptly passing out in the arms of your ally. by the time you awake, you're nestled securely in an infirmary bed. bandages coat your legs, but you wiggle your toes, sighing in relief as you see them moving. the noise of your sighing alerts the man sitting next to you, whose attention immediately snaps up at the sight of you.

childe, you acknowledge. his eyes are rimmed with red and you've never seen your lover worse for wear, but before you can extend a hand to cup his face, he's extending his towards you. childe's hands gently wrap around yours, as if he's afraid to squeeze too tight, and he sends you a weary smile.

"did you finish them off?" you ask softly and childe nods.

"good," you respond and childe merely echoes your statement in a soft tone. his face contorts with anguish and, as he holds your hands, childe cries with relief at your safety.

diluc

it was always the fatui, huh? fatui this, fatui that. living the life of the darknight hero meant that diluc would never truly get a break but man, he was irate that the fatui had the audacity to ambush his travels, especially with you by his side. but, with a vision strapped to your hip, you were more than capable of holding your own, especially as you materialized your weapon into the air.

"i do not wish to fight," you hiss at the fatui skirmishers who surround you and diluc. "but the fatui have never been respectful of people's wishes, have they?"

diluc's back rests against yours as the two of you brace yourself for the battle about to occur. the fatui strike first, raising their weapons and the clash of metal against metal echoes through the air. pyro energy combines with the energy of your vision as you and diluc battle the snezhnayan infiltrators.

"fuck," you whine and diluc hears the noise of you hitting the ground, followed by triumphant laughter of the fatui agents. in a rush of panic, diluc sends far too large of a blast at the fatui before him, but he doesn't regret it after he whirls around to see your crumpled form on the floor. a fatui vanguard raises their hammer over your head and swings down, but diluc's claymore interrupts its path.

"i'll kill you," diluc promises the agent in front of him. "don't even think about touching them."

the skirmisher's lips quiver in concern at the steely nature of diluc's words, but before he can beg for mercy for attempting to kill what diluc treasures most in the world, diluc casts a wave of pyro energy at them, sending them stumbling back. the redhead hesitantly steps over your hunched form to glare daggers at the three fatui left standing.

blinded by his own rage, diluc incinerates the grass before him, focused only on protecting you and keeping you safe, even if it results in him pushing himself too hard. after everything the fatui has done to him, diluc feels incensed by the fact that they even think they could get away with this. it isn't until he feels your hand wrap around his ankle that he's taken out of his own infuriated trance.

"'luc," you mutter, but the noise is enough to have his gaze immediately snapping down to you. "don't kill them... it's not worth it."

your face is bloodied from the fall and diluc glances back at the now-fallen fatui soldiers. he's rendered them unconscious, but they'll live to see another day thanks to your mercy. after all, diluc has more important things to attend to, such as getting you medical assistance.

"where did they hit you?" is the first question that leaves diluc's lips as he crouches down to look at you.

"my stomach," you respond, gesturing down to the slowly bleeding wound that stains your outfit. diluc's face shifts in worry as he props you up against the side of the wagon the two of you had been riding in. his hands shakily fumble for the hem of your shirt and he lifts it upwards to expose the injured skin. his breaths are shaky and, even in your disoriented state, you can tell the state of panic he's in.

after all, the sight of someone he loves laying injured before him is something diluc has seen far too often.

"hey," you murmur, doing your best to focus your eyes on him as your fingertips begin to glow with the energy of your vision. "i... can heal it a little. i'll be fine."

your words are slightly garbled and diluc's shell-shocked expression doesn't leave his face until he sees the energy of the vision beginning to repair your wounds. you manage to temporarily close the wound and, upon the cessation of bleeding, diluc snaps back into action.

"you are safe," diluc murmurs, but it sounds more as if he's trying to convince himself. he quickly propels himself upwards and climbs into the wagon, rifling around for the first aid kit within.

"hey," you say when he finally returns with it, nearly dropping you as his hands shake in fear. "i'm okay, diluc. you saved me."

diluc nods, staring down at the box before glancing up at you. you smile reassuringly at him and, despite the pure anguish in his eyes, he does his best to return your smile in the form of a soft smirk of his own.

xiao

"xiao!" you scream as you plummet off the edge of a cliff, having been injured by the stonehide lawachurl you were fighting. you hadn't expected it to be sleeping nearby and, upon your exploration of the area, it angrily revealed itself with a roar and charged at you. you hadn't prepared yourself for a fight with such a massive creature and, as a result, had easily been knocked off the side of the cliff.

the wind whistles around you as you fall and you wonder if your lover had even heard your scream. the adeptus had always told you to call out his name if you ever had an emergency and you figured there was no greater emergency than actively falling to your death. you had just wanted to collect cor lapis. was that too hard to ask?

your eyes flutter closed as you accept your fate, but a flash of green above you pierces through the thin veil of darkness your eyelids provide. strong arms secure themselves around your figure and you hear a grunt as your savior makes impact with the ground. you open your eyes to be met with the brilliant amber ones of the yaksha you held so dear to you. his eyes are blown wide with worry, but he gently sets you down.

"are you okay?" he asks gruffly and you nod, still in shock from the fall. before you can tell him to wait, xiao waves a hand over his face and rematerializes his mask. his polearm materializes in his hand and xiao wordlessly teleports to the cliff you just fell from. anger courses through his veins as the lawachurl screams at him. in his anger, xiao curses back at it before weaving deftly through its clumsy strikes. xiao's polearm pierces it with ease and xiao watches as it falls over, defeated, yet the anger that courses through his veins is a feeling he hasn't experienced in ages.

the only thing that moves him from his spot is the thought of you waiting for him below, so xiao sighs and teleports back down. you rest against the side of the cliff, back propped up against stone. xiao glances you over once more. with no visible injuries, you would likely just have a bruise, but xiao worried about internal bleeding or other injuries mortals would likely face. you were fragile, far too fragile, and xiao had nearly had you taken from him by some mindless brute. his polearm disappears from his hand as he collapses by your side.

"thank you for saving me," you wish sincerely, but xiao lets out a shaky sigh in response.

"i will take you to a doctor," xiao grunts and, before you can insist that you are fine, xiao slinks a hand underneath your knees and behind your back. he holds you close to him bridal-style and, with a flash, the two of you appear in liyue harbor.

"i can walk," you huff, but xiao simply looks down at you.

"where are we going?" the adeptus asks and you can't help but smile. for the yaksha who hates crowds and dislikes liyue harbor, he had no qualms about inserting himself in the middle of it for you. maybe you could feign an injury or two -- just for his sake.

#childe x reader #diluc x reader #xiao x reader #genshin impact x reader #childe #diluc #xiao #genshin impact #axia's writing

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that-foul-legacy-lover · 2 years

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Okay so I just pulled for Polar Star and got it? In the 1st 10 pulls? Like that NEEDS to be a sign 0.0

Anyway I'm a huge simp for your foul legacy childe and can i request a scenario where the reader is really into forging weapons (with a pyro vision for good measure) and makes the polar star for childe as a genuine gift of love?

Bonus if Childe was just in his foul legacy form beating up a ruinguard or smth and then his love shows up and hands him the bow like "I made this. For you <3"

wifi,,,,,, write fluff??? wifi in a fluffy mood???? oh! oh!! jail for wifi!!! jail for wifi for One Thousand Years!!!!!

(hehe we're all simps here and it is my duty to convert people to foul legacy Childe simpage)

~ * ~ Sunshine

Foul Legacy Childe x Reader Gender Neutral (no pronouns mentioned) Fluff Warnings: Fire, weapons, allusions to fighting (at the end)

~ * ~

Spring in Liyue was flourishing. Morning dawns, in their delicate dew-covered trimmings and mist, awake to greet the day in colors of rose and gold and lilacs, birds cheeping out in tune Hello, hello! Rise and shine! Flowering blossoms fill the afternoons with heavy, sleepy fragrance, warmed by the sunkissed earth as May transitions into June and sprinkling rain is replaced with fluffy, wispy clouds. Evenings beckon with cool breeze, sky dotted with twinkling stars and crisp moonlight to spill and flow and illuminate the stone forests and speckled amber. The days, light and soft and mora-colored, repeat in blissful ignorance of their own passing and blooming. And at the center of the city, you. The door swings open, its welcome bell jingling in your wake as you step into the street, weekly shopping clasped firmly in hand. You bask in the sunlight shining overhead, relishing the warm rays on your face, a small smile gracing your features. With your work finished for the day and your errands ran and ushered on, you weave through the bustling streets and head towards one of your favorite places in all of Teyvat: The forging queue. The blacksmith Master Zhang gives you a nod of acknowledgement as you jog to a free station, already aware of your talents. He, in fact, was the one who agreed to teach you more about forging when it first piqued your interest, although tentatively. At the beginning he had refused, saying that the craft took years of training and was not a plaything, this you knew. Then you almost burned your hand off by accident. He didn’t turn you away after that. As stubborn as you had been, you and the smithy Master were now quite close, a love for crafts forging a strong friendship involving many blueprints and much sharing of materials, which fluctuated daily. Today’s specialty was crystal, and your smile widens with glee. Your latest project sits on the table, begging to be finished and be permitted to unleash its full potential. A silvering bow, sharply accentuated by water and frost with a thread of ice strung between the two tips. A star juts outward as an arrow-like aim, a floating polarity carved from a shattered snowfall. You carefully shove the unfinished bow slightly to the side, occupying yourself with shaving and chipping away at the crystal into perfect sheets of stained glass, your pyro Vision flickering as you weld them to the metallic base. Twinkling brilliantly, the sheen of the crystal calls no need for gloss or varnish, and Master Zhang catches the sparkle reflected in your eyes when you complete the masterful weapon. Elegant yet spined and jagged; blue, silver, cyan. Woven crystals and threaded metals; it’s perfect. The Polar Star. A star for your shining star, your beloved Childe. You’ve seen the longing glances he gives the weapons at the smithy, you know how he yearns to master every manner of battle and fight, but how he turns away and back to you as well, trilling as if he’s alright, he doesn’t need anything gleaming and new. But you, in all your stubbornness and determination, kept a secret of the Polar Star as you crafted it, day after day, as a sweet surprise. A proud grin stretches across your face as you admire the bow, setting and wrapping it securely in thick packaging paper and picking up your bags. Another nod from Master Zhang bids you on your way towards the forests of Mount Tianheng, following the path Childe had wandered off to this morning. A little hunt, he told you, or rather gestured to you. He’d be back by sundown at the latest! Of course, in this case, you find him first. It’s the hilichurls he’s targeted today, slaying and destroying all the makeshift camps near the exit of Liyue, the bridge connecting the city to the wilderness of reaching mountains. It seems Childe had taken your grumbles about how irritating the monsters were to heart, secretly vowing to clear the path and be able to purr Just for you, just for you! as a reversal of roles in surprise. Luckily he’s not far from the bridge, your arms relaxing slightly at the thought of being able to

set the heavy bow down shortly, a weapon crafted for someone far taller and stronger than you. A cheerful yell slips out of your mouth as you lift your hand in greeting, Childe perking up when he catches sight of you hauling a mysterious package to him. With an excited chirp he’s suddenly by your side, a fluffy, purring moth monster lifting you into his arms before you can say 1-2-3 and nuzzling his forehead against your cheek. He trills in question and tilts his head- what’re you doing out here? Shouldn’t you be in the city, finishing your work? Of course he’s happy to see you- overjoyed even! Did you see him fight? Are you proud? You grin, letting out a light laugh. Of course you’re proud! His hydro Vision is so versatile in battle, especially when you work together to cause the Vaporization of blood and tears into mist. Hopping down from Childe’s arms, you slide the simply-wrapped gift towards him, nodding at the curious chirp he makes to tell it’s for him. Claws pinched delicately, he unfolds and unwinds the string and paper holding the contraption together, and the gleaming Polar Star rolls out with a chinkling twinkle. It’s even more beautiful out in the wild, crystalline wings glittering with carved facets and trapped stars and silvery metal flowing like a stream of glass-clear water. You both hush, in awe of the craftsmanship although you yourself created it, and gingerly, almost frightened, Childe nudges it with a talon. For… me? You nod. Yes, for you. Only for you. He knows you made it, he sees the way your Vision flickers and glows along with your eyes, shining with joy and anticipation. It’s just his size, the string pulled taunt between flaring prongs of sharp bejeweled pricks that burn with cold intent. Hesitantly he picks it up, even more carefully running a claw over the sheer prismatic sheets and testing the sturdiness with a flick, a note ringing out from the humming thread. It’s breathtaking and otherworldly, glowing like your current smile that he catches and holds close to his heart. What was the word he said when you first met? Sunshine. That’s you, his sunshine. So full of passion and life, like the flaring flame of a gem hanging from your belt, a counterpart to his cold homeland and flowing hydro abilities. You had raised a brow at him then, looking almost amused but not entirely certain, in the time he didn’t know you, nor you him. Childe sets the bow to the side, for now, to in turn embrace you, cooing and trilling in delight at the prospect of being able to train with a new weapon after all these months. You laugh and bury your face in his fluff, elated that he’s so happy with your gift after weeks of toiling over it, countless days spent welding and carving and at times searching for your own materials, all to combine and create a single object of frozen starlight. He lets you down, watching as you plant your feet on the ground and hand him the bow with that sweet smile you always directed to him. Plucking the weapon from your grasp, he flips it around and practices aiming- it really is the perfect size for him, specifically forged with his stature and strength in mind. The brush rustles behind you, and both you and Childe turn unperturbed. You would be fools to assume the hilichurls would stay gone for long, and a fool was the last thing you could afford to be in Teyvat. Your two Visions flash simultaneously, hungry to be put to use, and Childe shrugs and readies the Polar Star as if he’s been using it all his life while you retrieve your own weapon, sneakily stashed away for such an occasion. A purr filters through your ears and you smile upwards, returned with a sharp-toothed smile of his own, knowing you can hold your own even without proper training. From this angle Childe’s weapon looks even more stunning, through light across the grass as the sun beams through it. What a wonder was the art of jeweled faceting! To make a rough piece of stone into a magnificent sliver of the moon! The bushes shiver again, and you can hear the hilichurls growling in their raspy way, not like

the sweet, gentle growls your moth monster makes. You tense, a set of claws curling around your hand reassuringly. The trees fly apart, and sparks and raindrops collide as you dance together.

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kaijurakunsobs · 3 years

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How would re8 end for hesienberg and pyro kid? Well I think that at some point during the fight against Miranda, pyro kid would try to help out (they were only supposed to talk with Chris about getting out of the village and he does agree to help them). Pyro kid uses their powers against Miranda. Heisenberg uses his mutant form is to protect pyro kid. The last thing Miranda does before dying is cause a relapse in pyro kid. Only Miranda dies. They both wake up in a hospital finally free!

continuation of this

I'm FUCKEN sobbing, what the hell? I know I asked for this, but, I wasn't ready!

Do you mind if I explore this concept a bit more? try and make it sadder...

Chris was beyond speechless, Ethan not only dared to question him, attempt to interfere with the operation, now he's looking at Heisenberg...and his child, who somehow swayed Ethan into working together

indeed you both could be useful, Heisenberg knew all the tunnels and hiding places, and you could reduce anyone and anything into a crisp

but how could he trust you both? all he had was your father's word of following the rules and playing nice, with only one condition "If my kid begins to feel bad, I expect you to save Y/N"

if you had been paying attention, you would have been able to see your dad trust your meds and a notepad with indications and doses

you cried out when Miranda killed Ethan in cold blood, reaching out to save a man that was gone, adding up to your hatred for the woman

Chris was impressed with the army you and your father created, with the control both is you had over your powers

Heisenberg was almost unstoppable but, you? he could see steam and smoke rolling off your body, sweat almost pouring down from your forehead...like if you were overheating

meeting up with Mother Miranda and seeing Ethan alive or as alive as one in his position could be

Miranda was annoyed, angry at the betrayal of her golden child and beloved grandchild

she made you and gave you to Heisenberg...she could take you away too

it was a pain that left you breathless, dizziness and the taste of vile overflowed your mouth, far away you could hear the mechanical screech only your father's monstrous form could make

there was the feeling of someone tossing you over their shoulder and your feeble attempt to get off, to your run to your father and help, screaming for him, begging to be let go off

the last image of your father and Ethan fighting Miranda, the fear of knowing...you won't see him again, last time you barely survived the cadou rejection and this time, you might not be able to live to tell the tale

there are hands over you, people talking and hissing in pain when your body burns them after touching you, you don't care, you don't have the strength, you are so tired

so so tired

maybe...you should let sleep consume you

death is something you know like the factory, you have it various times throughout your life, is an endless void but full of peace, like those days when uncle Sal would let you float in the reservoir

uncle Sal, you might meet him, that would be nice

but you never hear his voice calling you, there's the endless beeping of something, a gasp, and people moving rushing to pull a tube out of your throat

and then! the old and familiar smell that you can only describe as...home, like your dad, he's hugging you and laughing like crazy

the white lights make you wince when you open your eyes, immediately hiding your face on his chest

Y/N:...it's too fucking bright

Karl: What kind of first words are those!?

Y/N: what...what do you want me to say? yaaaaaaay! we won, suck it up Miranda!

Karl: even right now you are a pain in the ass, Y/N

Y/N:...love you too dad

it takes you a long time to get used to the light and even more to be able to sit with your dad refusing to let go

Chris eventually comes, merely to check on you and remind Heisenberg that he should be in HIS room resting and following the doctor's orders

there's a small talk about what's gonna happen now, but you are more interested in what you can see from the window, everything is so bright...and pretty

you don't even listen when your dad begins to bitch about "being forced to live under the BSAA", huffing and growling about "having to work for them in exchange of protection!"

you don't care for any of that right now, eating a warm meal and watching some show on the Tv...uncle Moreau would have loved it

#re8 #resident evil village #resident evil 8 #karl heisenberg #karl heisenberg x reader #ethan winters #chris redfield #mother miranda #heisendad

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luckykittens198 · 3 years

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Childe, standing in front of Barbatos' statue: So, who is the strongest fighter here?

Albedo, behind the crowd: (whisper) Hey, Jean

Jean: No Albedo, we are NOT doing that

Kaeya, beside Jean: (whisper) But Jean, if Master Diluc hear this, it will be even worse. We are lucky he is away in Fontaine for business

Jean: If I have to, I will fight him myself

Lisa: Sorry to say this sweetie, but you will lose. He probably already know about Favonius bladework and make preparation for it.

Jean: I am not, letting her fight!

Six-fingered Jose: The Spark Knight is the strongest in Mondstadt!

Donna: What are you talking about?! Darknight hero is the strongest! Oh wait, maybe it was Master Diluc?

That trainee trying to destroy targets in 1 shot: No way! Acting Grandmaster Jean is the strongest!

And so they kept shouting

Childe: Okay, okay, why don't we hear each otger reason first? I just want to fight the strongest person here

Amber: (whisper) Acting grandmaster Jean, this is bad

Jean: I know Amber

Kaeya: Hey, Albedo, if the worst happen, can you stop her?

Albedo: No, but I can try to prevent her from using that one

Jean: That one?

Albedo: (coughing lightly) Ehem, we.... by that I meant, the Alchemists team, find this substance we got from mixing pyro whopperflower nectar and electro slime condensat, it's very explosive

Jean: And?

Albedo: She accidentally found it and used it in her experimental bombs..... she, might caused the new craters in Stormterror Lair and the recent avalanche in Dragonspine?

Jean: (facepalm)

Back to Childe

Childe: So, how is it?

Random people talking about Jean and Darknight Hero

Six-fingered Jose: I saw the Spark Knoght destroy the Stormbearer Mountain Forest! Noy only that, she razed several Hillichurl camp to the ground in 3 hits!

Childe: Interesting

Favonius Crew: Oh shit

Several hours later, after many begging

Jean, pinching her nose: Fine. Bring the Spark Knight here

Eula: Are you, sure?

Jean: Ms Eula, I am sick of this person

Childe: Yay!

Enter, Klee

Klee: Master Jean! I didn't explode the domain in Wolvendom. I realy didn't!

Childe: Wait, I thought you were calling the Spark Knight?

Jean: Yes, this is the Spark Knight, Klee

Klee: Hello! Nice to meet you! (Sparkly cuteness)

Childe: Too, cute (fainted)

Jean: That was one way of doing it, I suppose

Klee: (confused noise)

#genshin impact #kaeya alberich #albedo (genshin impact)#genshin tartagalia #genshin childe #jean gunnhildr #genshin mondstadt #eula genshin impact #klee genshin impact #amber genshin impact

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b1a4seeyou · 3 years

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Data Research in Progress (Albedo x Genshin!OC)

Summary: Asking for assistant to his incomplete research, something deep inside feels missing to him. Now what could it be.

Rating: None

Side note: A commission piece for @samallama !! Thank you so much for commissioning me, I had fun writing for your oc!! ^^

>>Commission is still open !!<<

>>You can read it in AO3 too<<

A fine day continues while the wind carries in the heart of Monstadt. With its people roaming freely, their safety is top priority as the Knights of Favonius keep on the lookout for outside dangers, including those who watch from behind the scenes.

“Hmm… according to these books, violet grasses have strong vitality with a sweet fragrance. Maybe if I could extract them and do a few test experiments, I could possibly create a concoction for stamina!”

Somewhere inside the headquarters, sounds of glass clinking and smokes puffing out between the gaps, the knights knew the alchemist was experimenting yet again. Even though it sounded dangerous, everyone trusts her abilities so they would not question it.

While she had full concentration into extracting the violet flower sample, she could see a red cap bobbing towards her from the corner of her eye. Her tiny hands reached onto the nearby stool and climbed on it, the little visitor observed the alchemist’s work with full excitement as she hopped about.

“Oooooh!! Klee knows this flower. One of the knights gave one to Klee before.”

“Is that so? I’m happy to hear you have knowledge about this flower, Klee,” the alchemist replied. Her eyes and hands steadily work on the extraction. “Aren't you still in confinement, Klee?”

“Klee’s confinement time just ended so Klee is now free to walk around!”

While nodding, the alchemist’s eyes started to sparkle as the flower extraction had come to the completing stage. Perfect! Carefully taking a few drops into a tube, the eyes of both knights observe it with awe. However, the little knight broke the silence with-

“Master Selene, do you think this flower can help Klee’s bombs explode more?”

The alchemist dryly laughed, “I don’t think that’s a possibility, Klee.”

“But Jumpy Dumpty needs more explosions!! The bigger it explodes, the prettier!”

Struggling to explain the dangerous possibilities of bigger explosion outcomes to a child is hard to simplify, especially when you just discovered a new material to test its contents. Right on time, footsteps walked through the door, revealing a familiar figure to the two knights.

“Master Albedo!!” The child happily skipped towards the man and hugged his legs. From Selene’s view, Albedo looked rather exhausted for a while before his lips turned to a smile as he patted the child’s head.

Selene sighed, “Albedo, I hope you’ve been taking rests these days.”

Albedo’s eyes widened at the mention before quickly averted them from her gaze. Yeah, she’s going to take that as a no.

Before her lecture comes about, Albedo clears his throat to pull her attention to his matters. “Selene, can I have a moment of your time? Unless you’re occupied with something.”

Even though she’s practically preoccupied with her current experiment, she couldn’t object to her master’s request, right?

“Sure. Is there something you need for?”

“I’m planning to hike back to Dragonspine. I was looking through some of my previous research reports and I realized some of the procedures are missing something.”

Strange. Albedo is the type to be very precise and collective about his research, so hearing an incomplete finding started ringing alert bells in Selene’s head. Plus, Dragonspine is an interesting location to research on more, so of course she would join in!

“Can Klee join in too?” Cute puppy eyes staring at Albedo, begging him to include her in the team.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to come along, Klee.” Worried about the child’s safety, Selene refused.

“Klee will be extra careful in Dragonspine. And Klee will warm you up from the cold with Jumpy Dumpty!”

The chief alchemist chuckled, “I guess we could use a Pyro vision user during the journey, would it?”

Well, he’s not wrong about that fact. Walking around in sheer cold is a risky walk. Selene sighed in defeat after thinking through Albedo’s reasoning before nodding. Happily hopped around, the three set on their journey to the cold winter.

From passing through hilichurl attacks to Fatui ambushes, they finally arrived at the destination of Albedo’s curiosity. The intense heat emitting inside the underground cave, scarlet quartz scattered across the ground. Beholding upon them, there lies the source of the scarlet red colors in Dragonspine.

The Core.

Said it used to be the heart of Durin, no one knows how it still glows for thousands of years until now. Seems like Albedo’s interest in researching Dragonspine is still pumping up. Even to Selene, her eyes sparkled as she quietly stared to the core with awe.

“From my findings, the core still radiates high intensity of heat that could support the creatures living here. Somehow, I still wonder how it could affect someone with low resistance to it.”

While the two alchemists started their research, Klee roamed around with piqued interest as she looked at each and every scarlet quartz surrounding the cave. Poking on one of the quartz, she insisted on breaking some in hopes to work on a better version of her bombs. Nonetheless, it only emitted its heat in a short amount of time which disappointed the little knight. Trying to figure out a possible way to take these quartz home, her eyes darted towards the core. With a smile of excitement, Klee skipped over to the core while staring into the pumping object.

Meanwhile, the two alchemists were busy discussing what could possibly be the reason for its everlasting life until Selene noticed Klee getting close to the core. “Klee, don’t go near it!”

Her words fell on deaf ears, Klee has touched the core while admiring the red glow.

“Klee!!” Running towards the child, Selene’s worry of something fatal might happen to her. Until a scream was heard.

“Too hot, too hot!! Klee’s body is burning. Master Selene! Master Albedo! It’s too hot.” As the child cried over to Selene, the alchemist carried her small body to the cave entrance in hopes for the temperature to cool her down.

As Selene scolded the child, Albedo observed the event with interest, wondering that could be the answer to his hypothesis. Caressing the red glowing core, knowing that he won’t feel the same heat intensity from what Klee experienced, his expression sorrowed in wonder. Something about this research is… missing the most important piece of the puzzle.

With the unexpected incident falling on them, they decided to head over to their camp hideout to fix up a quick antidote to Klee’s temperature. As Albedo focusly extracted the liquid, his thoughts started to wander. He realized he didn't react to the incident of Klee a while ago. Witnessing Selene’s reaction is a normality to be worried about someone, but why didn’t he feel anything? Why didn’t he feel any sorrow or any swirling of emotions inside him?

Looking over Selene, who’s warming up the child on her lap with a blanket, he called out to her.

“How’s her condition, Selene?”

“Ah! her temperature has cooled down, but I think the heat drained her energy so she decided to take a nap for now.”

Albedo nodded, “That’s good to hear then.” Even though he walked over to check on Klee, he couldn’t understand this action of worrying someone. How does it feel to care for someone dear? He knew how precious the child is to him, especially to the people who he once was with in the past.

Selene must have noticed how conflicted his expression is, as she placed her hand on Albedo’s shoulder to comfort him. “Don’t worry, she just needed some rest.”

“Oh. Right.” As he sat beside Selene, he thought to himself that maybe asking her input could help with this question throbbing inside his mind. “Is it normal to be worried about someone, Selene?”

“Hmm?” The unexpected question surprised her, but knowing that’s Albedo’s character, she tilted her head in deep thought. “Well, worrying about someone is more of an involuntary instinct, so you could say it’s normal to be.”

“But what if you don’t?” He looked over to the sleeping child, softly stroking her hair. “What if you can’t feel any sorrow for a person? Would others think of you as selfish? Wouldn’t the person we look after be upset about it?”

Selene looked over between Albedo and Klee, somehow found the answers to those questions, “Not being able to worry about someone doesn’t make you a selfish person. Even though you couldn’t feel it, you just… know that you are.”

Albedo’s brows furrowed. Hmm, maybe a more practical explanation would help.

“Having the emotion of worrying is a normality to everyone, but even the actions you took for them is one too. Just like how you did for Klee! You stopped the research for a while for the sake of saving her and even made the antidote. Even though you couldn’t feel anything, your action is what matters too because that’s what others will see how much you care for them.”

With that, she beamed a genuine smile and even pushed the child’s lips to a smile, making the chief alchemist smirk. So even without possessing those emotions, the reflective actions to that itself shows his worries too. Even though it’s likely just Albedo’s logical thinking into resolving it, he must have not realized the latter too.

Maybe… that’s what the core underneath them had the same intentions. Because of the endless sheer cold surrounding this continent, a heat source is majorly needed for the creatures to survive. Maybe before the dragon’s body decomposed, the purity of the dragon’s heart still pumps with infinite power for those who need it most.

While his thoughts wander for more possibilities, a yawn is heard beside him. Witnessing her eyes slowly drooping to a slumber, he gently pulled her body to lean on him while her head landed on his shoulder. Mayhaps the heat from before overtaken her as well, he decided to let her rest for now. Ah, this could be another action of worrying then. The edge of Albedo’s lips lift as he watches over the two knights sleeping with the thought that he learned something new.

Either way with the current situation, it’s best to pause the research for a while. He couldn’t bear to wake them up by how peaceful their expressions look. Once there’s time to reflect, he will thoroughly look for the missing information of his research and analytics of the emotion he seeks.

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yamithediaperdork · 4 years

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Let’s all go to (baby)jail! (Miraculous ladybug and cat noir)

Nathaniel Kurtzberg yawn loudly and rubbed a eye as he finished cleaning up the main playroom. at age 16 the two time akuma villain had struggled to find then lucked into a job that would help pay for his art supplies over the summer break. at first he'd been thrilled but the truth of the matter was, while playing with the kids that came to rainbow cloud Daycare was fun, and they all loved his sketches he made for them, at the end of the day he was normally too damn tired to do any art for himself. Not helping things was the fact he was suppose to be on the afternoon shift, but one of the other workers had called in sick and as low man on totem pole, Nate got to fill the morning shift and would still have to do his afternoon shift. 'and the stupid evening shift didn't clean up before leaving, again.' he thought glumly. the only other worker on was up in the office, taking in phone calls and the like, or at least that's what Johnson claimed. Nate had a feeling the chubby slob was really just watching YouTube videos on the office computer but since he was the boss's son, there was nothing he could really say or do. all and all it was looking like it was gonna be a shit day, but straitening up and dusting off the brown slacks and white shirt that was his uniform, Nate tried to force a smile on his face. 'no sense in taking out your bad mood on the little ones.' He reminded him, looking at the clock and noting it was almost opening time. there was a heavy knock on the front door and despite the place having a no early drop off rule, Nate wasn't shocked some upper class twit would be dragging their kid by already. shaking his head and making his way to the door he opened it and took a step back in semi concern as some sort of love child between a body builder and a gorilla was standing there, glaring. "Can..Can I help you?" Nate asked, a tremor in his voice though he thought the man looked almost..oddly..familiar. The mountain of muscles made a grunting noise and then held out a letter, which Nate took with shaking hands and glanced over it as the missing link walked towards a fancy black car, leaving Nate hoping that he wasn't leaving cracks in the pavement.

' To which ever wage lackey receives this, my son had been enrolled in your little day care as out of all of the daycare's in the city, this one has the most success with it's potty training. My son despite being older then normally allowed into your daycare and into your potty training program has been allowed due to the frankly massive amount of money i have paid to brush aside all concern's. he's to be treated like any other toddler who's failed to keep his pants clean and know that while i have high hopes this will pay off, no fault will be placed upon you as the boy is simply lazy, and i suspect is doing it just for fun. PS: Don't be scared to spank him if he acts up, he's old enough to know better.

Signed Gabriel Agreste. '

Nate raised a eyebrow as he finished reading, that last name, it could really be.. and then he looked up and grinned ear to ear as of all the people he could of expected to see being enrolled in the daycare's award winning potty class, it was Mr. supermodel himself, Adrien Agreste! The Blond boy was CLEARLY not happy as he was escorted out of the car, pouting and looking down at the ground and muttering something as he was handed a large light black diaper bag with 'Adrien's diaper bag' stitched on the side in white. he was dressed in Black velco sneakers and white socks and wearing a pair of light black shorts to match the shade of his diaper bag and as Nate looked, it was clear to see the shorts were puffed out by a bulky diaper. the diaper itself was over the top of the waistband and was a cream white, it had been visible when Adrien's white t-shirt rode up for a brief second. The shirt itself amusingly had text on the front that ID'ed Adrien as a crybaby brat and while Nate couldn't make out what Adrien was muttering about apparently the gorilla had had enough and gave the blond a firm swat on his padded bottom, making the blond cry out. The gorilla pointed towards Nate and Adrien looked like he wanted to complain, but wisely kept it to himself and carried the large diaper bag (which seemed to be so loaded with extra diapers and the like it took the blond using both arms to lug it) towards the door. '...Oh..today just got a WHOLE lot better.' Nate thought. "hi little guy, welcome to Rainbow Cloud. follow me instead and we'll get you alll set up." Nate said, even as Adrien gave a dirty look.

For Adrien, his hell had started in the last two weeks in school when in the span of 3 days he'd had 6 wetting accidents and woken up having messed the bed twice. Thankfully he'd been able to cover up the accidents so no one had noticed, but naturally his father had found out about him having changes of clothes brought to him, not to mention the bed messing had been impossible to hide. A trip over his fathers knee and 20 minutes with his nose in the corner, and Adrien had been warned NOT to let it happen again or steps would be taken. the blond picked up on the threat and had nodded, promising he'd take care of it and for a day and a half, and carefully controlling his fluid intake he'd been golden. it had been during a pep rally when disaster had struck, he'd been sipping at a soda in the crowd when a loud bit of pyro had gone off and the sudden boom, and the extra bit of fluid had resulted in his flooding his pants, though since they were out in the field the urine had thankfully gone into the ground. thinking quick before anyone noticed he 'accidentally' spilled his soda on himself, soaking his pants even more and joked about his butter fingers and got permission to go and change. His father hadn't been fooled for a second, and when his bodyguard can brought Adrien a change of pants, he'd also brought him a pair of puppy print pull-ups. Knowing better then to argue the part time hero had wore the pull ups, though he could see there was no way anyone could tell under his baggy tan pants, he'd been sure the world knew for the rest of the school day. Further disaster struck on the drive home after school, his father apparently had made it clear no after school fun even if it was Friday, as they got stuck in a traffic jam. trying to ease the sense of doom, and pretty sure he was going to get anther spanking when they got home, Adrien had been watching TV in the back and munching on some rainbow chip muffins he had stashed in a compartment back there, when the urge to go number two hit him like a ton of bricks. he'd been making use of diarrhea medicine to help keep his bed clean and actually hadn't gone number 2 in the day or so as a result, but apparently he'd pushed his luck. squirming and trying to soothe the cramps, he'd begged and pleaded for his body guard to either get them out of the traffic jam, or let him out of the car to use a bathroom, but the doors stayed locked and he'd of blown his secret identity if he had just turned into cat noir and forced his way out. (not to mention he wasn't sure if the pull up would stay hidden with Cat noire's much tighter clothing, and if he was gonna fail at going poopie on the potty it was somewhat better to do it in his civilian clothes, instead of his super suit) the belt and pants had been digging in and Adrien thought MAYBE if he took them off (the back windows were tinted after all so no one could look in) that might buy him the bit of extra time he'd need, and so in just his t-shirt and puppy pull-up, he ended up kneeling on the spacious floor of the back seat, leaning on the seat with his upper half and groaning and pounding a fist, trying desperately not to fudge his pull-up. For all of 20 seconds it felt like it might of worked, then they hit a pot hole, and well that was it. game over. The boy howled and cried as he made softball sized lumps in the back of his pull-up and a rotten stench had filled the back seat. Thankfully (or more accurately, amazingly) the Pull-up hadn't leaked then he was forced to stay in his kneeling position, so that he didn't smush his smelly load and risk leaking out all over the expensive seats. Thankful for the private parking they had, Adrien had been led inside quickly and no one had seen, but instead of being given a chance to clean up he was presented to his father who had wrinkled his nose in disgust. One LONG lecture later, he was allowed to shower, then was spanked and out on time out and put in double pull-ups. For the rest of the remaining school year Adrien could of counted the amount of times he actually made it to the bathroom on one hand. Pull-ups during the day, with him having a pack at the school, and diapers once he got home. thankfully Hawk moth had found something better to do during that week then making villains as Adrien had been put more or less under lock down. it wasn't that he didn't think he couldn't of snuck away from his body guard, but there was also the fact his pants had been taken away, and he was given a pair to wear to school, and any modeling gigs he had booked. rocking the diaper and shirt look around his house was one thing, but he pictured having to turn back after fighting a villain and being stranded in down town Paris in the thick white diaper his father preferred him in. Adrien had figured this was going to be his summer, under house arrest till he could get his bladder and bowels to fall in line but his father had other ideas. "Clearly you're not even making a effort to use the washroom, from what I've seen you just sit on your behind and play your little games while stinking up my house." his father had said. "well I'm not going to let you be a lazy little potty pants and make it so i have to come home to a house smelling like a diaper pail. I've enrolled you in a daycare that will help you get back your control." "But..But..Dad you can't! I can do this! I'll fi-" "I didn't ask for your opinion on it young man, I already took care of it. you'll be going every day, Monday to Saturday, and I expect you to do your best with their 3 week potty training program. You'll either shape up and prove what I've been saying, that your just lazy and been doing this for attention and stop in short order, and then can just stop going once you've proven you can be a 'big boy.' Or you'll prove what you've been saying and you really can't help it and you'll be potty trained..again. Hopefully it'll stick this time." Shopping for the supplies had been mortifying but today as Adrien looked at the face of a semi friend, it seemed like a delight compared to the day that laid ahead of him.

"So little guy, this is the main indoor play area, though we have a playground in the back." Nate said, clearly taking delight in following orders to the letter. "and over here is a area you'll be getting VERY familiar with, hopefully to great success." Adrien followed Nate's gaze and whined loudly, it was a wall lined with 5 training potties, and had a dry erase board above each one. they had tape on them to form a grid that displayed days and times, with room for someone to draw to write something in. "Your daddy must be very eager to get you potty trained, not just anyone gets the full experience.we only focus on 5 kids at a time but if your enrolled in it, your daddy must of paid top dollar." Nate said and then gave Adrien a pat on his padded rump, making the blond sulk even more. the diaper bag had been taken from him and was over by a changing table, so his hands were free at least but all that had meant was whenever they walked anywhere Nate had made Adrien hold his hand. "I will warn you that since your technically one over the limit, you'll be waiting in line to use any potty thats free. I'll be keeping track of your potty progress for you on a card you can take home and show your daddy, so give it your best ok champ?" "..Nate come on, you know I'm not one of these little to-" Adrien said, finally having enough and turning to give the smaller boy a piece of his mind. "Before you dig yourself a nice deep hole, You should know I have full permission to spank your butt if I need to.and we've been told to treat you just like any other little guy struggling to learn how to keep his pants free." Nate said quickly. "..Of course you have. My father is a fucking asshole." Adrien groaned, rolling his eyes then yelped as a hard swat when on his padded rump. "Bad boy! no swearing! Little boys who swear and cuss get their mouths washed out!" Nate said, shaking a finger at him. a mental image of himself with soap suds around his mouth and blowing bubbles popped into Adrien's head and he whimpered. "I.I'm sorry! I didn't know." he said quickly. "...I'll let it go THIS time, but next time, they're gonna be calling you bubble breath. got it mister?" Nate asked. Adrien swallowed his pride and nodded. "right, now going on with our little tour..give me your hand little guy..that's better. anyways, over here is our arts and crafts corner where we'll-" As Nate droned on Adrien whined and found himself oddly fighting the urge to suck his thumb.

Johnson came out and met with Adrien, chuckling lots. Adrien had felt a brief hope spot that maybe he'd be looking after him but Johnson made it clear he wasn't the type to deal with dirty diapers, so he put Nate in charge of the big baby. As parents started to drop off their children Adrien found a place to try and hide for the most part, which while normally Nate would of raised a fuss and made sure he stayed where he could be seen, having one of Paris's top models in diapers and at a day care might of caused a few issues. It was easier to let him go and hide and the oldest kid being dropped off today aside from the ex model, now pamper packer, was a 5 year old so it was unlikely their parents would believe them or they'd recognize him. Still it didn't stop a few of the children from spotting him as he was hiding under one of the crib, twin brothers age 4 who peered under the crib having seen him. they were dressed in a blue t-shirt and green cover-all's for one, and a green t-shirt and blue cover-all's for the other, both sporting brown hair in mushroom cuts. "Um, Your not 'pose to be under there." blue shirt said, trying to keep his voice down low. "you'll get in trouble and lose your cookie at snack time." "Oh uh..well..I got permission from Nate so it's ok." Adrien said, which, technically was true. it wasn't like Nate didn't know where he was. "wait.." Green shirt said, furrowing his eye brows. "Your kinda..big ta be in here.. how old are you?" "oh uh.." Adrien paused, not wanting to say his real age, but needing to think of something to keep the kids from asking too many more questions. "I'm 9." he said. "hehehe ya don't hafa be shy if your hear and 9 silly. we hada this one um.. " blue shirt paused and looked to his brother for help, and green shirt leaned over and whispered in his ear. "10 year old who was here, and git this! he was here cuz he was a potty pants! me and Joshie were potty trained at -2- and this big kid wa-" "Gawy! you know you're not 'pose ta pick on big babies!" green shirt, or Joshie Adrien supposed, scolded his brother. "Aw come one, it was sooo funny! he kept going " and in place of saying it, Gary blew a raspberry. "in his diaper and bawling like a baby!" "heh.. it was pretty funny." Joshie admitted. "O-Oh yeah.. ehehe..that does sound funny." Adrien said weakly, now really hoping the boys would leave, or at least praying they wouldn't notice his bulky diaper butt. "why dun you come out and we can go and play toys. ya needa hit the toy chest fast if you wanna git a good toy." Joshie said, with Gary nodding and stoking his chin as if his twin had given sage like advice. Adrien chuckled at how cute the boys where being and seeing how the parents were starting to leave he started to crawl out sadly for our hero, the back of his diapers, just under the waistline, but on the seam, caught on a nail. So eager was Adrien to get out and show off (and maybe make this stay SOMEWHAT bearable) that he didn't notice. Had he but noticed, he might of been able to get away with just a hole in the shorts but atlas, at the high speed he was scooting out the shorts gave way to the nail like a hot knife though butter. Gary and josh both paused as they heard the ripping noise, and Adrien was blushing bad as he stood up, his hands going behind his back, feeling the slick plastic of his diaper and frantically trying to get the two sides of the massive rip together. "You uh, heh..you OK?" Gary asked, giggling a little. "Did you rip your shorts or was that like a BIG fart?" Josh asked, already holding his nose just in case. "I uh..we;ll." Adrien was very shy and found himself realizing just how much he hadn't appreciated the shorts being in tack. "He totally ripped his shorts. dun worry big kid! I got ya!" Gary said then cupping a hand to his mouth he shouted. "NATTTTE! DA NEW KID RIPPED HIS SHORTS!" Gary hollered, then gave Adrien a thumbs up. "...Oh this isn't going to end well." Adrien muttered.

End part one.

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andrewmoocow · 4 years

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Steven Universe: The Fantastic Mutants chapter 3: Enter the Brotherhood (originally posted on July 11, 2020)

AN: Sorry this took so long to come out readers. Coronavirus, online school and all that jazz just had me occupied for a good while. Hopefully you've been keeping yourselves entertained in the midst of this quarantine; I've gotten into Star Wars: The Clone Wars, Scooby-Doo Mystery Incorporated, Cardcaptor Sakura, Magi: The Labyrinth of Magic among others. Anyways, let's get back, at long last, to the Xavier Institute for Higher Learning of Gifted Youngsters (or just Xavier Institute or XIHLGY since that name might be a bit too long for some) and see how the Crystal Gems and their new allies can get out of this one!

A few hours prior to their invasion of Professor Xavier's school, the Brotherhood of Mutants sat around a table examining the exploits of the Crystal Gems to get a good idea of what they'll be getting into. "Don't ya think we're in over our heads?" Juggernaut asked his fellow mutants while watching video footage of Lapis stealing the ocean. "I mean, one of them can literally use 75% of the planet to kill us all!"

"The blue one may have the strongest power, but she is also rather emotionally fragile." Black Tom remarked. "In fact, all of them are pretty unstable once you think about it. Insecure, dependent, obsessed, haughty, cowardly, hotheaded..."

"Quit with the psychology stuff Tommy!" Pyro exclaimed out of boredom. "What I wanna know is how could they brainwash three world-destroying monarchs so easily? Could the same happen to us too?!"

"Well, the boss maybe." Sabretooth answered. "Speaking of which, where is he?"

However when Creed wasn't looking, the master of magnetism was standing behind him with Mystique at his side. "Lemme guess, he's standing right behind me."

"How could you guess? Do you have psychic abilities like Xavier?" Mystique snarked as she sat down next to the clawed mutant. "I've been discussing plans with Erik for the past few minutes, plans on how to infiltrate these Gems. He chose the water-controller as the one I should masquerade as since it would require that I retain my usual skin color."

"He's got a good point, but why are we hunting these down in particular?" Avalanche wondered. "Is it because of how celebrated they became for allying with the Avengers?"

"Not quite everyone." Magneto revealed. "Our current ally Doctor Doom wants the child's gemstone for the purpose of creating his own army of half-Gem warriors. And taking care of them will be so fulfilling for me after Rose had left me all those years ago."

In the present day, the Brotherhood had begun their assault on the Crystal Gems, with their archenemies the X-Men caught in the crossfire and the Fantastic Four as well. The mansion was left damaged in their arrival and the Brotherhood now has the heroes surrounded.

"Now my friends, are we going to make peace by handing the child to me or must we resort to drastic measures?" Magneto purred threateningly, holding out his hand and expecting someone to shake it.

"Like we'll ever let you have Steven!" Garnet stated. "Just a few weeks ago, he was nearly captured in a situation similar to this one, and we refuse to let it happen again."

"So when I want to do what's right, you try to fight back." Erik pointed out. "Yet when those three Diamonds plotted to destroy Earth, you let them off scot-free simply because they were mourning a bratty child that was no better than them? The hypocrisy is quite strong here!"

"Can we just cut the blabbing about our morality and fight already?!" Amethyst complained while wriggling free from Black Tom's vines and pouncing on Toad, tying his tongue around his eyes to blind him. "Why are you always targeting me?!"

With that, the battle properly began. The Crystal Gems charged at the Brotherhood of Mutants with the X-Men and Fantastic Four by their side, tearing up the mansion even more.

During the chaos, Morph snuck around the battlefield in the guise of Garnet and tackled Sabretooth from behind, sitting on top of both his arms. "You little shit, get offa me!" Victor exclaimed in agony while Morph then took the form of Groucho Marx. "I'd have you cry uncle, but you don't really have one as far as I know." He quipped while pretending to hold a big cigar.

Meanwhile Steven & Connie had formed into Stevonnie to gain a better advantage over Magneto, but he used psionic shields against their sword. "Gem fusion! I remember that quite well!" the master of magnetism recalled. "Garnet and Amethyst fused much like you to tear Auschwitz apart."

"Auschwitz?! You mean the Nazi concentration camp?" Stevonnie asked. "You must've been one of the Jews locked up there, right?"

"Indeed, me and my parents as well." Erik answered. "But alas, I wasn't one of the lucky ones."

It was October 7, 1944, towards the end of World War II when Erik's mutant powers awakened. When his mother was heartlessly shot dead by the scientist Klaus Schmidt, Erik promptly went berserk with a loud cry of "NEIN!" followed by manipulating every metallic object in the room, even crushing a pair of army helmets and the heads of the Nazis wearing them.

Klaus was excited at Erik's potential, but his joy turned to fear when a loud crash was heard before a massive purple flail burst through the roof of his office. "Mein gott." The mutant ally of the Third Reich muttered in awe of Sugilite. "Hey small fry!" the brutish fusion grinned while grabbing Schmidt by the collar with two large fingers. "Why don't you try picking on someone your own warped fascist government?!"

"Please let me go!" Klaus begged for mercy. With a toothy smirk, Sugilite gave her word and dropped the man back through the hole made in his roof, landing Klaus on his desk and making him too injured to get up. "Puny Nazi." Sugilite sneered before separating into Garnet and Amethyst.

"Bitte, hilf mir." The boy who would become Magneto croaked while crawling out from underneath the rubble, mildly injured but thankfully not comatose. "Bunte damen, hilf!"

Unfortunately, his voice was too hoarse for anyone around to hear. Not even the Nazis carrying away the bodies of his mother and Klaus were able to pay attention to the young mutant. "Is anyone else in here?" the voice of Rose Quartz called out as she stepped into the ruined office. However, she was able to find a certain young man pinned under pieces of ceiling. "Are you okay young man?"

Still hoarse, Erik was unable to give his name to the Gem. "Hallo, mein namen ist Rosenquartz." Rose introduced herself in some sloppy German. "Kannst du mich verstehen?"

"Rose!" the commanding tone of Captain America distracted her for a bit. "You have to come with me, they're bringing reinforcements from HYDRA!" he urged the Crystal Gem leader. With a small gasp, Rose turned back to Erik with some comforting words. "Don't worry little one." She assured him in English. "I'll be back for you soon."

But unfortunately for Erik, she never did.

"So you're hunting us down partially because Rose forgot about you?" Stevonnie asked. "Honestly, I'm not really surprised."

"I remember what happened that day!" Pearl exclaimed. "Rose couldn't come back for you because she was poofed during the battle and we had to retreat. I am truly sorry we were unable to make do on her promise."

"Sorry just won't cut it!" Magneto boomed, pinning Pearl to a wall with a steel beam using his powers."And no matter how much she tried to make amends when we met again, I still never forgot."

Nearly twenty years later in 1963, the Crystal Gems were touring the city on a sunny day when they found a large group of people gathered before a stage, where a man made a speech. "What are those guys doing?" Amethyst asked her fellow Crystal Gems. "I'm not sure, but I believe we should get a better look." Garnet answered.

As the Crystal Gems blended into the rather blasé crowd, the man continued speaking. "Despite the fact that you lauded such beings as the late Captain America, you also hypocritically look down upon mutants for possessing similar abilities."

"Uh actually sir," a young news reporter with a fake toothbrush mustache spoke up. "There is a clear difference. Captain America was given his powers by science to help win the war. Mutants on the other hand were born with their powers that could go out of control if pushed too far."

"Did anyone ask for your opinion boy?" the man boomed as he glared at the reporter. "Please don't take it out on me sir, I'm just a young reporter!" the newsboy nervously squeaked and then high-tailed it out of there. "But thanks for the story menace!"

"Hmph, children." The speaker rolled his eyes before returning to his speech, or he would've had he not found a familiar face joining his audience. "Wait, I remember you!" he shouted. Using his magnetic abilities, he pushed the spectators away by forming a path straight to Rose using the steel fence that once separated them. "Rose Quartz. How have you been coping with the captain's demise?"

"I'm sorry, do I know you?" Rose asked the mutant. "Of course you'd forget about me." He replied. "I am known as Magneto, the master of magnetism! But I'm sure you'd at least remember me calling myself Erik."

"Oh my goodness, Erik?!" Rose exclaimed. "I am so sorry I didn't come back to you like I promised! There was HYDRA coming for us at Auschwitz, I just didn't have time and-"

"I believe that's enough!" Magneto roared before he proceeded to use the fences against Rose. "You have forgotten me at the camp, and now I shall make sure everyone forgets you!" He tossed the fences at the Gem, but Garnet & Pearl quickly deflected them. "Stay away from her!" Pearl called. "Amethyst, get everyone out of here while we take this one on!"

Amethyst gave a comical salute before she rounded up all the human spectators with her whip and dragged them to safety. "I see how it is." Magneto boomed. "You are just like all of them."

"No, you don't understand Magneto!" Garnet stated. "We've actually met and fought alongside a few mutants before! There was this Canadian one during the war, and we even met En Sabah Nur as well! The Crystal Gems value all life on Earth, whether they be ordinary humans or otherwise!"

"You can try to rope yourself into my good graces all you want Gems!" Erik growled. "Because nothing can ever change the past!"

"That fateful battle was how we first met Xavier. He had an older team of X-Men that saved us from him." Amethyst recalled. "Speaking of which, where could they be now?"

"Wrong time, wrong place!" Sunspot exclaimed while he fired a blast of solar energy at Juggernaut, who was unfazed. "Could this get any worse today?!"

"As a matter of fact, it can." Mystique replied sharply, snapping her fingers to summon a pair of massive blue and purple robots that towered over pretty much everyone. "Pink gem detected, pink gem detected!" the machines noted in unison. "Bring boy to Doom immediately!"

"Sentinels?!" Jean exclaimed. "And it seems this time, they've been modified to hunt him down!" Emma replied as the Sentinels held out their hands to trap Steven in a forcefield. "Guys, a little help?" he called out from inside his prison. "I can't seem to get out!"

"STEVEN!" the Crystal Gems screamed while the Sentinels slowly took off into the sky with the boy in tow. "Don't worry Steven, I'll save you!" Kitty exclaimed. "Storm, give me a boost!"

"You got it!" Storm replied, grabbing the younger mutant by the waist and lifting her up high with her flight abilities. When she was let go, Kitty leaped at the Sentinels and used her phasing powers to pass through the forcefield to rescue Steven. "Don't worry little guy, I got you!"

"Thanks Kitty, but I think we might be too late." Steven thanked sorrowfully, making his new friend look up to discover that the Sentinels were headed for a large airship above them. "Aw crud." Kitty smacked her face in irritation. "Guess I walked into that one."

"Now they got Kitty too!" Scott shouted. "Yeah, I think we got the picture!" Lapis said. "Can't any of you fly up and save them?!" Morph suggested. "You seem to love ignoring obvious solutions!"

Lapis rocketed into the air as she was joined by Angel, Storm, Firestar and Human Torch with intents to rescue Steven & Kitty, but unfortunately they were quickly shot down by the Sentinels, still slowly making their way inside the Brotherhood's vessel and leaving the other heroes behind.

"Let this be a lesson to all of you Crystal Gems." Magneto declared. "You may think just saying sorry will instantly make everything better, but time will never make people forget." He surrounded his Brotherhood in his forcefield and lifted them all up to his ship. When the villains got inside, the ship sped away from the destroyed mansion.

"I can't believe we lost him, just like that." Pearl muttered while on the verge of tears. However, Reed was there to put a comforting rubber hand on her shoulder. "Don't fret, I think I might know where they're heading." Mister Fantastic declared. "They're working with one of our greatest enemies known as Doctor Doom, which means their next destination will be his kingdom of Latveria."

"Latveria? I've read about that place." Connie replied. "Very good that you know about this place Fraulein Connie." Colossus complimented her. "But still, the combined forces of Doom and Magneto might need more than just our three teams here."

"I think our first step would be calling the Avengers." Peridot suggested. "But they agreed to let us solve our own problems unless it was absolutely necessary we needed their help." Garnet responded. "Maybe at least a few of their reserve members would be useful, but not the whole team."

"I do know someone who can help us, but I don't think a few of us are going to like it." Colossus announced, much to Wolverine's irritation. "You don't mean?" Logan growled. "Da, exactly." Piotr replied with a nod and then he turned to Connie. "Connie, the X-Men now have a very special job for you."

"Whatever it is Mr. Colossus, the Crystal Temps will do what we can!" Connie said exuberantly as Peridot, Lapis, Bismuth and Nephrite assembled behind her with goofy grins on their faces.

"I admire your optimism malen'kiy. And please, call me Piotr." Colossus continued. "I cannot believe I am saying this, but we need you to find for us," he ordered her. "Deadpool!"

Wolverine giving a loud aggravated moan followed this up.

Well, this sure took a while, hasn't it?

Bitch, a while doesn't even cut it!

Wait, Deadpool?! How did you get here?

I came here to yell at you for prolonging my long-awaited proper debut for months now! Well I've had it up to here with your lazy-as-shit behavior! Next chapter, you better let me help you out or I'm taking that "ANDY ONLY" folder on your laptop for myself!

You monster, I worked hard to build up that collection! Okay fine, you can help in parts. Deal?

Deal! And what are you still doing here? Get the hell outta here until next chapter, The Deadpool and Peridot Show! Damn, that chapter title really rolls off the tongue.

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Damian Wayne x Reader: All I Ever Wanted (Part 1)

Soulmate AU where you can’t physically hurt your soulmate.

Damian Wayne x Fem!Reader

Requested: No

Warnings: Swearing. There is one F-Bomb. Angst, mentions of blood, mentions of killing. Basically, like a weak M-Rated movie.

Other: Reader is 16. Damian is 17-ish. I tried my best to make your ‘parents’ names as unique as possible. But if you know anyone with that name, just change it in your head.

Word count: 4,102 (dAmN). Things you probably wanna know, for all you ‘x reader’ illiterates: (Y/N): Your Name (H/C): Hair Colour / Color (E/C): Eye Colour / Color ** Truth be told, you did not expect to find your soulmate. You didn’t expect to see him in a million years, and you really didn’t mind. Growing up in a villainous family, soulmates were naturally looked down on. Your own parents weren’t even soulmates; they had murdered them the first chance they got. They forced you to follow in their footsteps, and really, you knew no better.

Your parents were psychopaths. Okay, even that was an understatement. Your parents murdered innocent people, messed up people’s lives, just to get what they want. Whether that be jewellery, money, weapons, or revenge, they were bound to get it. They would stop at nothing- nothing! - to get what they wanted.

By the time you were 16, your parents agreed that you would never find your soulmate. After all, for 15 years of your life, you had been hurting more people that you could count. You never needed to worry about the fact that they could be your soulmate. You were sure that it was never going to happen either way.

Half of you didn’t mind not having a soulmate. How were you going to tell them that you were a cold-hearted murderer? Not only that but how would your parents react if you brought him home? He would be dead within seconds.

But the other half of you wanted a soulmate. Somebody to hold you when you were weak, to wipe away every tear… ‘Get a grip, (Y/N),’ you had scolded yourself when you began thinking such foolishness, ‘what would mother and father say if they found out?’ You certainly didn’t need any reprimanding or punishments.

“(Y/N)!” You heard your mother bark from the other side of the house. “Come here!”

You ran as fast as your two legs could possibly carry you, standing straight as a pin when you found them. “Yes, Mother?”

“There is a heist. You will, of course, be joining with us. After all, it is in your blood.”

“Right,” you mumbled. “Will I be lookout again?”

“Of course you will,” Your father snapped at you. “You should be grateful that we are even taking you along. You still have a chance to meet that horrid… soulmate of yours.” He spat out the words like they were poison.

“I… of course. Thank you, Mother. Father.” You forced a small smile before leaving to your room. ** You sighed, playing with your throwing knives as you stood guard. Your job was simple- take down anyone who tries to ruin the operation. You were so busy day-dreaming; you almost didn’t notice the soft ‘whooshing’ sound from above. Keyword: almost. You looked up, only to see about an inch of fabric tuck away on top of the large metal crates.

“Bats and the Bird are here. We have to go. Now.” You said into your earpiece.

“Honestly, Spitfire. Hold them off. We are not leaving this port until we get those jewels!” Your father spat.

“But-”

“Do as your Father says!” You mother snapped, leaving no room for retaliation.

You grumbled slightly but complied. You climbed up the side of the crate, calling out to the vigilantes. “Oi, Batsy! We can do this the easy way, or the hard way.” You readied your stance.

Batman muttered something to Robin who nodded and brought his katana out. You rolled your eyes. “Hard way it is.”

Without warning, you threw your knife directly at him, expecting it to embed into his thick skull, when it disintegrated in red and black ash. Apparently, he and Batman were pretty shocked as well.

“Shit,” Robin swore, gaping.

“I am going to die,” you whispered, taking a step back.

“Spitfire, what is going on? Have you gotten rid of those pests?” Father demanded.

“I can’t hurt them.” You said as bravely as you possibly could.

“We trained you to be better than this!” Your mother’s voice shrilled.

“No, I mean, I really can’t hurt them.”

“That can’t be,” Your mother said in a dead whisper.

“Well, it happened. We have to go. Now.”

But it was already too late. Batman was already fighting your father, throwing multiple punches at him. Your mother was getting the smoke bomb ready for a quick escape by the time you managed to get to them. Robin was still trying to secure the area and get rid of the shocked feeling that his soulmate was a villain.

You ran to your father’s aid. Just because you couldn’t hurt the sidekick, doesn’t mean you can’t hurt the Bat himself. “Spitfire! Pyro! We’re leaving!”

And, with smoke pouring around you, you were gone. ** “I can’t believe this,” Damian muttered to himself, pacing the Bat Cave. He ran a hand through his jet black hair, scowling. “I won’t believe this.”

“There’s no point in denying, Demon,” Jason smirked, taking a bite of his apple. “You’re destined to be with that freak. Not that you aren’t.”

“Shut it, Jay,” Dick sighed. “This is pretty hard for Damian.”

“Come on, Todd! We weren’t this bad when we found out that your soulmate was that musician. I don’t know about you, but fate was pretty cruel on her,” Tim hummed, working on a case.

Damian huffed, sitting on his chair and spinning around on it. He typed a few words into his computer, muttering to himself. “Spitfire. Where have I heard that name…?” Multiple images showed up on the screen, his green eyes scanning each one. “(Y/N) Keynes.”

“How…” Dick began but Damian cut him off.

“She was in the League of Assassins. She was in the year below me, kidnapped at the age of 8.” He scoffed in disbelief, glaring at the screen, “she was no safer there than she is now.”

“What are you talking about?” Tim demanded.

“If the Leaders ever found out we were… you know…” he trailed off slightly but continued to speak. “One of us would have died. And because my mother was one of the Leaders, I would be spared.”

“Wait, so you’re saying…” Jason frowned.

Damian rolled his eyes. “TT, slow as ever, I see. She would have died, idiot.”

The man muttered under his breath. “I know that, demon spawn.” ** You looked at your feet as your parents discussed their next move. “You know I’m right here, right?”

“Not another word,” your father hissed. “You failed this mission.”

“It’s not a mission if the motive is bad!” You argued. Your father lunged at you in anger, but you swiftly dodged to the side. “I am not hurting him.”

“If you’re talking about that insolent Bird Boy-” Your mother began.

“Don’t talk about him like that!” You snapped, glaring.

“Don’t give me that tone, young lady! I might not be your biological mother-” She stopped short.

“What are you talking about?” You queried. “What do you mean that you’re not my real mother?”

“We stole you,” your father, no, Odium said with a scowl, giving up the secrets. “From an assassin’s camp. You were the strongest child. Well, apart from that wretched Al Ghul.”

“You will help us kill!” your not-so-mother, Saeva, yelled.

“Never!”

“That was what you were trained to do,” Odium snarled.

“I don’t care! I’m not going to help you kill him!” You yelled back.

“Just because you’re not going to kill, doesn’t mean we won’t.”

Odium lifted his gun and aimed. Your eyes widened and you bolted out of the apartment. You ran down the stairs as faced as you could, sliding down the railings when you could. You forced your way between people, pushing through as you heard Odium yell your name. You continued to run faster, ignoring the burning of your lungs, legs begging for you to stop. You felt around your shins, feeling slightly more secured as you knew that your throwing knives were still on you.

You ran deeper into the streets of Gotham, only stopping when you knew that the coast was clear. You let out a breath, feeling the pain coarse through your body. You whimpered as you felt blood drip from where you scratched yourself on a metal fence. You had to keep going, you told yourself. You have to run. But you couldn’t. Your body could only take so much. You tried desperately to keep your eyes open. The sun was still high in the sky, torturing you with its warm rays of light.

“Stay awake,” you murmured. “Don’t fall…” you were on your knees, feeling the sweat drip down your face.

The last thing you heard was people yelling. Someone had yelled, “That’s her!” but you were too tired and too pained to move.

You closed your eyes. ** By the time you had opened your eyes, your wounds were treated and you were panicking. You shot up on the hospital bed with a scream. “Where the heck am I?! Who the heck are you?! Why the heck am I here?!”

“Relax, (Y/N). You’re in the Bat Cave.” A person said.

“Who are you?!”

“And we spooked her. Nice one, Dick Face.” Another person said.

“Why does he have a gun?!” You demanded.

“You’re the one who spooked her,” another person said, taking a sip of his coffee.

You were silent for a minute before feeling for your knives. “Where did you put my knives?”

“They’re on that table,” ‘Dick Face’ said helpfully.

The man with a gun covered his face with his hands. “You’re not supposed to tell her!”

“Oh.”

A few moments of silence passed, only to be interrupted by a certain green-eyed boy entering the room. “So, she’s awake.”

Your head snapped to see the direction of his voice, cocking your head in confusion. “You’re… Damian Wayne. That means…” Your eyes trailed loosely over the other three men. “Dick Grayson, Jason Todd and Tim Drake.”

“Oh, so now she recognises us,” Jason scoffed, throwing his arms up in the air.

“Shut up, Todd,” Damian rolled his eyes. “I’ll tell Ari that you’re being rude again.”

“Sorry to intrude,” you cut said in the middle of their conversation, “but can I go now?”

“(Y/N).” The youngest boy looked at you. “Do you know who I am?”

“I… how do you know my name?”

“Facial recognition,” Tim said with a shrug.

“Right…” you looked at the four wearily. “I mean, you can’t really miss the fact that Bruce Wayne has a biological son, can you?” You let out a forced laugh. Damian deflated slightly. “TT, so you don’t know me.”

“I guess? I mean, unless you were at some League of Assassins meeting and your father did the do-do with your mother there,” you snorted. “What are the chances of that, am I right?” The four boys looked at each other and your jaw dropped to the floor. “For once, I do not want to be right.” ** You sighed, sitting in the room that Bruce Wayne gave you. Damian had explained everything to you; who he was, secret identities, the whole shebang. The room that they gave you was really quite beautiful. The bed was a super king-sized bed with royal blue sheets made with delicate silk. The desks and drawers were a beautiful mahogany with an endless shine, unscratched and flawless. The balcony outside gave an incredible view of the city; the sunset surely was beautiful that day. A bookshelf filled with famous books stood next to the window, basically begging for you to read one. You groaned, rubbing your eyes with the palms of your hands.

Collapsing on the bed, you let out a huff of annoyance. You weren’t supposed to be thinking, especially not about him. His gorgeous emerald green eyes, his flooooofy jet black hair, his confidence… ‘stop it,’ you scolded yourself, scrunching your nose in distaste. ‘You barely even know him.’

A small knock on the door alerted you, and you let out a small, “who is it?” before sitting up.

“It’s just Alfred, my Lady.”

Silence.

“I brought food.”

That did it. “Come in!”

A metal trolley rolled its way into the room, Alfred pushing behind it. “You did not come to dinner.”

You looked away. “I couldn’t bring myself to.” You forced a chuckle. “It seems as if Damian doesn’t like me much.”

“Master Damian has lived most of his life without a soulmate. So have you,” Alfred said as he carefully placed dishes on the desk. “I believe you have the same problems.”

“Not exactly,” a small smile made its way onto your face. “I never really wanted to admit it, but I’ve always wanted a soulmate. I just thought that I would never find them.”

“I suppose Master Damian thinks that he doesn’t need one,” the butler shrugged. “Now, I must be off. I believe Master Bruce wanted me to supervise Master Jason and Master Tim’s sparring.”

“Right.”

Glancing at all the food that was on your desk, you bit into the steak. Dang, that stuff was good. After you had finished what you could (literally one steak and some mashed potato. Were they expecting you to eat all the broccoli?) you began to read Nicholas Nickleby by Charles Dickens. Only managing to get through one chapter, the door was opened, revealing Damian himself.

“I see you have finished dinner.”

“I have. It was very kind of your father to let me stay,” you offered a smile.

“So when are you leaving?”

You looked up at him, surprised. “Leaving?”

“I assumed your stay was… temporary,” he shrugged. “Perhaps you could go to back to your parents.”

“Are you trying to get rid of me?” You demanded, glaring. “And my parents want me dead!”

Another shrug. “You’re no better here.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” You challenged.

“You killed for longer than I have,” he pointed out. “At least I stopped.”

“Are you saying that only you can change your ways?” You scowled at him. “I didn’t ask for this.”

“You think I asked to be raised as a killer?”

“Do you think I asked for my parents to be psychopaths?” Your voice was beginning to rise as your (E/C) eyes flashed dangerously.

“I didn’t ask for you to be my soulmate! I was better off without one!” Damian scoffed at you. “You’re only going to slow me down.”

Your heart almost stopped. Tears began to prickle in your eyes and you furiously blinked them away. “My parents wanted me to help them kill you! They told me to help them, and that if I didn’t, they’ll kill me. They’ll kill me, Damian! They threatened me, threatened you, and do you know what I did? I defended you!” A teary laugh erupted out of your throat. “I defended you. I vowed to myself that I would protect you. I promised myself that if I died, at least you would be safe. I wanted you to be fucking safe. And this is where it gets me. You may not have asked to be the son of Batman. But I didn’t ask to be the soulmate of some idiotic, egotistical moron who doesn’t know who to shut his mouth.”

Just as Damian was about to blow his fuse, Dick’s voice ran through the halls. “Hey, Damian! B wants us to spar.”

The Arabian boy huffed. “I’ll be back.”

You rolled your eyes. “I count on it.” ** Two hours later, Damian returned from his training, somewhat exhausted. It was past nine o’clock and Damian was almost convinced that you were asleep. Still, he found himself wandering to your room. The door was slightly ajar and a chill crept up the boy’s spine.

He carefully pushed the door open, expecting you to be asleep on the bed when he realised that the room was exactly the same way as he had left it. The dishes on the desk were stacked neatly and the bed was still made. His attention snapped to the balcony. Its door was open and the white curtains flowed in the wind.

“No…” the word was almost soundless as Damian searched the room for clues. On the desk, there was a small note written in clear cursive writing.

‘Don’t look for me.’

“Shit.” ** “What do you mean she ran away?” Dick demanded. “What did you do?”

“That’s beside the point, Grayson,” Damian spat. “We need to find her before she gets herself killed.”

“(Y/N) was raised with assassins,” Tim pointed out, typing into the computer. “She should be able to handle herself.”

“Her parents are psychopaths. They want her dead,” Dick told him.

“Shame, I was starting to get used to her,” Jason hummed, sharpening his knives. “She was pretty cool. Sick aim as well. You’re lucky, Demon Brat.”

Damian looked away guiltily. It was his fault that you’re gone. “We need to find her.”

“We don’t have any information about her. We don’t know who her parents are, we don’t know where she lives, and we don’t know where she went.” Tim scowled. “Great. She messed up our tracker!”

“How does she do that?!”

“It was part of the training,” Damian huffed. “We had to be able to hack into any computer or gadget.”

“Well, what are we even supposed to do? We’re running on empty.” Jason rolled his eyes.

“Drake, can you access the security cameras of the Harbour? The one where we stopped (Y/N) and her parents from completing their heist.”

“Uh… I guess? But, Damian, what’s that supposed to-” Tim paused before gaping. “She’s there! With… with her parents! Well, the footage is from an hour ago, but there are clear images of their face.”

“Great, run facial recognition,” Dick said, suiting up. “We need to find them. And get that tracker working.” ** -An Hour Earlier-

“We should have known that you would run back to us,” Saeva cackled.

“Join us, Daughter. We can rid this world of those rotten soulmates.”

You began to walk to them, head hanging low. Just as you were within arm’s reach, your head snapped up and you swiped your knife at them, drawing blood from their arms. “Not if I could help it.”

“Fool!” Odium yelled, lunging for your arm. “You’re a traitor if you go with that pesky bird!”

“Better him than you,” You hissed. “He doesn’t kill innocent people to get what he wants.”

Letting out a cry, Saeva attacked. With her sword, she attempted to slash your skin. You jumped back, kicking her sword from her hands and catching it. The fight raged on, leaving you bruised and wounded. A trail of blood trickled from your lip as Odium punched you in the mouth. You growled, fighting back and flipping him over onto his back. All weapons were abandoned and you tried your best to keep up with the fight.

Before you could react, Saeva had an arm on your throat, muttering in your ear. “Surrender now, (Y/N), or face the consequences.

“Never,” You managed in a raspy voice.

“So be it.” ** “Sharp left here,” Time said through the intercom. “Take a right now.”

“Can this thing go any faster?” Damian demanded, adjusting his utility belt.

“This is the Bat-Mobile,” Dick rolled his eyes. “Of course it can.”

Jason let out a whistle, “Relax, Demon. We’ll save your girlfriend.”

“She’s not my girlfriend,” Robin quipped. Red Hood scoffed. “Yeah, sure.”

“(Y/N)’s in there,” Dick cut in, parking the Batmobile beside the warehouse. “Be ready. They might be expecting us.”

The trio carefully tread into the warehouse, on guard for any traps or attacks. A rat’s small footsteps were heard from the railings above, squeaking quietly. Just as they made it to the centre of the warehouse, a loud bang was heard. The door had closed from behind them. In another second, the lights began to flicker, revealing you tied up to a chair, head lolled to the side.

Saeva and Odium walked into the room not even a second later, proud smirks on their faces.

“You,” Damian hissed, glowering at Saeva and Odium. “What have you done with (Y/N)?”

“That’s beside the point, Lover Boy,” Saeva, waved a hand dismissively. “You should be worried about what we’re going to do.”

“But your little girlfriend was the perfect bait,” Odium snickered. “You came running right to us. Oh and don’t think about trying to free her. No one can get in or out of that force field.”

Before long, punches were thrown, shots were fired and injuries were made. Nightwing and Red Robin were on the ground, bruised and battered. A trickle of blood made its way down Dick’s forehead, while Jason was tending to his dislocated arm. Saeva had been knocked unconscious and was wearing Batcuffs on her wrists. Odium, on the other hand, was a different story. He put up a much bigger fight and was doing a reasonable amount of damage to the others. Damian let out a cry before putting him in a headlock.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you, boy,” the man spat before twisting his body around and breaking free. In a blink of an eye, he was standing upright, a gun pointed directly at you. “You wouldn’t want her to die, would you?”

“Let her go,” Damian snarled as dangerously as he could. “Leave her out of this! It’s me you want.”

“That’s so cliché isn’t it?” Odium snorted. “But you’re wrong. I want my daughter back. The girl who didn’t care if she had a soulmate or not. It’s your choice really. Give yourself to me, or watch her perish.”

“You’re bluffing!” Dick managed desperately, his grip tightening on his escrima stick. “No one can get into that force field.”

“I didn’t say nothing.”

“Take me, then,” Damian said slowly. “Just leave her alone.”

“Smart choice,” the corners of his lips twitched. “But not smart enough.”

Just as he was about to fire, Dick threw his escrima stick as hard as he could, hitting Odium in the back. Losing his aim, the bullet found its way into your shoulder. Letting out a scream, Damian unsheathed his sword, attacking Odium the best he could without killing him. The man didn’t even put up a fight. Before long, Dick had Odium on the ground unconscious, attaching Batcuffs around his wrists.

“I managed to hack into the system,” Tim’s voice echoes in Damian’s ears. “The force field is down.”

“(Y/N)!” Damian yelled, cutting through your bounds. Just managing to catch you as you fell, he began to panic. “Come on, wake up! (Y/N), wake up!”

“We need to get her back to the Cave,” Dick said softly, a hand on his bloodied arm. “Alfred can fix her up. Red is already in the Batmobile, securing her captors.”

“Right, of course. You better not pay attention to any of the road signs, Grayson, or I’ll kill you.” ** It has been almost a month since you were in a coma, and it was enough to drive Damian crazy. He visited you as often as he could (considering the fact that the Cave was in his basement, it would be safe to say that he probably didn’t leave) and he talked to you through your unconsciousness.

“(Y/N)… please wake up,” he mumbled, looking at your sleeping form. The steady beeping of the heart monitor was somewhat reassuring. At least you weren’t going to die.

Your eyes moved from underneath your eyelids and you forced your eyes to open. “Ugh, where am I?” you groaned, sitting up in an awkward position.

“You’re awake!” Was the first thing you heard. You looked around, only to see Damian with the biggest smile on his face.

“Sorry to disappoint,” you said with a lopsided grin.

“You’re going to be okay,” the boy promised. “You’re going to be okay. Father said you could keep the room you stayed in. Or you could move. He said it didn’t matter, but I was wondering if…” he trailed off.

You really liked where this is going. Peering at his emerald green eyes, you cocked your head in confusion. “If what?”

“If you… wanted the room next to mine?” A blush crept up his neck as he looked at you expectantly.

“This coming from the guy who didn’t want me as a soulmate,” you smirked at him. “Admit it, you like me.”

Damian looked away as blood rushed to his cheeks. “Shut up, idiot.”

You laughed. “I would love to have a room next to yours.”

The Arabian boy offered a smile at you, brushing a strand of (H/C) hair from your face. “I truly am sorry, (Y/N).”

“I know. I’m sorry if I wasn’t what you expected.”

“Beloved, you’re everything I ever wanted.”

#Damian Wayne x Reader #Damian Wayne #Dick Grayson #Reader Insert #x Reader #Jason Todd #Tim Drake #Red Hood #Robin #Red Robin #Nightwing #Batman #DC superheroes #DC comics #fluff #cute #SFW #Soulmate AU #alternate universe

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spawnofloki2-blog · 5 years

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Okay so I wrote this to go along with a Role play me and my friend do. I'm probably going to go back and fix it but this is the first draft. So basically the main character's (Phoenix) best friend commited suicide (Storm) and this is the aftermath of that.

Her tears stained her now pale skin. They had become a shallow white over the days from her starving and withholding sleep from herself. She tiredly continued to wrap the rope around the loop, making a sloppy noose. But she couldn’t bring herself to hang it up, she didn’t want to go out like he did, no this was going to be special she told herself.

She made her bed, smoothing down all the wrinkles. A bag of bitter almonds lay on her desk, begging to be opened. “Two to six almonds contain enough cyanide to kill a person.” She quietly whispered to herself, or so she thought. What she wasn’t aware of was a being glancing at her from the shadows. She had known the man when she was younger she called him Mr. Shadow Man, but now that she was older she had stopped believing in her so called “imaginary” friend.

Phoenix was about to grab a handful of her last meal when there was a knock on her door. She was scared of the person entering her room and seeing her trying to kill herself. Luckily they didn’t turn the door knob.

“Hey kiddo?” The oddly quiet voice of her father called through the door.

She shuddered and tears streamed down her face, she evened her voice to not give her father a reason to worry about her. “Yeah?”

“The Fernandez’s and Redfox’s are here, just wanted to let you know in case you wanted to see them.” He held back a cry. He had been helplessly watching his little girl suffer with the pain of her friend leaving her. He had known the pain of Igneel leaving but he knew that he was alive.

“Okay, tell them that I say hi.” She softly spoke.

Natsu nodded lightly, “It’ll be okay Phoenix.” he eagerly waited for her answer.

“I know dad.” Natsu walked away and went to visit with his guests.

Phoenix instantly took a handful of almonds and ate them all at once. She wanted to make sure that she wouldn’t wake up again. If Storm could quit why couldn’t she? The room began to spin and she had to grip onto the edge of her desk. Her hand wandered for a cup, a cup she ended up knocking over.

“Hello? Phoenix?” It was Seevo.

Thump. Thump.

“C’mon pyro, we want to help.” This one was Coal.

Thump. Thump.

“Just let us in already.” Erikson.

Thump. Thump. Thump-

Her body fell to the ground, suddenly exhausted. The three men heard this and opened the door, their own hearts racing. Coal knelt by her and sat her limp body up, hoping she had just fell asleep. The son of Gajeel walked around the room, something made him question what had happened. It wasn’t until he saw the bag of almonds that he knew what had happened.

“Fucking idiot!” he growled. Seevo looked over at him, a look of fear and uncertainty. As Erikson displayed the bag to the others the only sound was the hollow groans coming from Phoenix.

Within a moment they were on their feet thundering down the steps. They ran past their parents and Coal grabbed his keys off the coat rack. Coal tossed the keys to the Redfox as he slid over the black car. Coal took the back seat and kept holding on to his dying sister. The key was thrust into the ignition and the purple haired boy had just enough time to climb into the old car before they sped out of the driveway.

Like something out of an action movie the car flew over bumps and sped down the road. Seevo had decided to call his mother, Erza, and explain what had happened. All of the adults scrambled to their vehicles and drove to the hospital.

"C'mon sis, don't you dare leave me too." The blonde quietly whispered as he rubbed her head.

Erikson hit the wheel in frustration, "First Storm, now the Pinky, who is gonna die next?" he roared. "Me?! Seevo?! Oh I know, it'll be your mom Coal!"

"Why would you say that?" Coal squealed, warm tears fell from his eyes.

"Would you two please stop yelling? We need to get to the- ERIKSON STOP THE-"

While the blackhaired dragon slayer was talking to his comrade he had failed to notice the light in front of him had turned red. A big white van had rammed into the side of the car and they all jostled from nothing restraining them to their seats.

The airbag saved the two boys up front, but the same couldn't be said for the other two. Coal was slammed against the side of the door, giving him a concussion. Phoenix's slow heart rate continued to fade, the poison absorbing into her blood.

The boys quickly got out of the car and ran to the hospital. They burst through the emergency door of the quiet hospital. Nurses stopped and looked at three teenage boys that had entered.

"Please help! She poisoned herself!" Coal wheezed. The nurses hurried over and set her in one of the hospital rooms. The boys were ushered out of the room, even though none of them wanted to wait helplessly in the waiting room.

The nurses hurried to get her vitals which were dangerously low. The doctor had ran in with the tool that would be used to save her life. They were pumping the cyanide out of her system when the monitor flatlined. Her head lolled back as she shuddered her final breath.

It was at this time that the parents had arrived at the hospital, hugging their children. The Dragneels had managed to get to the hall. Doctors wheeled a new machine into the young girl's room, one that had two paddles hooked with wires.

Even though the environment around them was bustling with noise and fear, it was muted to the Dragneel family. People in the hall had to hold back the two men and Lucy fell to the ground sobbing. Natsu and Coal tried to break through the wall of people, but they had no prevail.

Clear!

It was dark and warm, fire creeping up the brimstone walls. She had heard of places much similar to this in the horror novels she read.

Clear!

She kept turning around, trying to find a way out. She saw a dark figure of a man, "What's going on? Where am I?!" She desperately asked the figure.

After trying for what seemed like hours, Coal, Natsu, and Lucy made it to her room. They all stopped, not wanting to believe the sight in front of them.

The figure disappeared. "No! Wait!" She ran over to the spot in which it had once stood. Warm tears ran down her cheeks, she wished she had never eaten those almonds. She felt a cold hand grasp her shoulder.

The doctors looked at one another then logged the time, the time of death. The pink haired father pushed aside the nurses and knelt by his daughter's lifeless corpse. He grabbed her hand and sobbed. He never wanted to see his little girl leave him again, not after all that had happened to him and their family.

She turned around and saw an extremely tall man. He had pale skin with quite a few scars and tattoos. His arm and leg had been replaced with ice replicas, and his eyes were as cold as ice. She tried to scream but couldn't make any noise, she was too terrified. The man had a scar that ran over his eye with a line underneath it, identical to… Storm's.

The medical professionals in the room made the mistake of trying to escort them out. Coal had yelled at them, screamed at them practically. They left for the family to grieve, closing the door behind them.

"Please, don't do this. You can't do this!" Lucy sobbed as she clung onto her husband.

Phoenix screamed as the man got closer to her, confusion clouded his eyes. She backed up and began to run, but it seemed she couldn't escape the place she was in. "Please! I want to go home!" She yelled.

The family slowly got up, knowing that they could do nothing more. She was gone, and nothing was going to change that, they all thought. The parents left, hugging each other and sobbing over their lost child, but Coal however lingered in the doorway.

He looked down, his hair fell in front of his red puffy eyes. He wasn't sure how he was going to survive now, knowing that his sister was gone. He turned and took a step out, but stopped when he heard something.

He thought he heard his little sister say something, but his ears had to be playing a trick on him, right? He turned around to prove to himself that it was nothing but a figment of his imagination, but was startled by the heart monitor's abrupt beep.

His own heart rate increased as he saw the monitor's line spike slowly. No, that's impossible. He told himself. She's dead! But the beeping became steadier, picking up on a heartbeat.

Outside the room the rest of the party had became aware of the passing of the thirteen year old Dragneel daughter. They solemnly traveled to the room to say goodbye one last time but were greeted with her teenage brother right next to her crying.

"She's alive!" He cried, tears streaming down his face.

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Meet My OCs: Willow (Part 2 - Relationships)

Welcome back, folks! As I mentioned in Part 1 of Meet Willow, she became a bit overwhelming, forcing me to post a week late, as well as break her introduction into a mini-series in and of itself.

A quick recap before I keep going. This is part of a multi-post series I started here on Tumblr about a month ago. A means to introduce you guys to my main OCs.

In Part 1 of this series, I talked about why I'm doing it in the first place, as well as explain the real-world influences that helped me create my two story worlds of Gyateara and Glitches.

Part 2 of the series talked about the inspiration that birthed each of my four main Gyateara characters.

Part 3a did the same, but for my four main teenage Glitches characters.

Part 3b then talked about the Glitches main supportive cast of six adult characters; each one originating as a canonical X-Men character.

A couple minutes ago, I moved on to Part 4 of this series; the official introduction of my characters, one by one. I started off with my most present character: Willow Driver in her own multi-post mini-series. In that first section, I talked about Willow's background, gave an overview of her personally, and introduced you to her powers.

In Meet Willow: Part 2, I'm discussing her main relationships. Then, within the next few minutes, I'll also have Part 3 posted, which will discuss her story arc thus far in the X-Future play-by-post game she originated in, as well as how it relates to my intended starter character arc in Glitches.

Then, as I move onto Part 4, I’ll display all the other images I have of Willow. Part 5 will complete Willow’s official introduction with some scene samples and shorts. Finally, this Willow mini-series will conclude with a bit of fun: videos of her as a customized wrestler on my husband’s WWE13 video game.

For now, though, how about we see how Willow interacts with others, shall we?

Shawn:

Shawn and Willow Image generated via doll makers designed by ChaZie.

Willow's brother is 15months older than her, and has a tumultuous relationship with his sister. For most of their childhood, neither Driver child knew their father was a mutant/glitch, due to him hiding his powers from them. Shawn and Willow played pretend that they themselves were powerful mutants/glitches, and were basically best friends until Shawn neared puberty.

Once Shawn hit 13, he thought it was too childish for him to continue playing pretend with Willow, and started to grow distant from her. One day, while the two were arguing, and Willow threw a bit of a tantrum that Shawn wouldn't play with her anymore, Willow manifested the illusion of fireballs whipping at Shawn. He was terrified, and, having felt slighted and abandoned by her brother, Willow took full advantage.

Shawn and Willow's father Jacob admitted to being a mutant/glitch, and tried to train Willow on the use and control of her powers. Meanwhile, Shawn, who didn't have powers, cowered and became closer to their mother Meryl as she tried to protect Shawn from the pranks Willow would pull. Willow loved the pranks she could pull with her new powers, using Shawn as the butt of most jokes; using him to “train” her illusionary abilities. Understandably, this made Shawn withdraw more from his kid sister. This created a downward spiral, though.

The more pranks Willow pulled on Shawn, the more he attempted to avoid her. This made Willow feel more abandoned by her first best friend, and so, instead of ceasing the pranks to make amends, she retaliated with more and more spiteful pranks and jump-scares. She acted immaturely and impulsively, but she never truly understood that she was actually tormenting and bullying her brother. She never meant to actually cause the mental torture she inflicted. This doesn't excuse her behavior or diminish the pain she caused Shawn; it simply explains her perspective of it.

In the two years after Willow discovered her powers, her mischievous use of them became increasingly mean-spirited pranks, and her anger and confusion about being the only mutant/glitch she knew outside of her father spilled over into her pulling pranks on disliked classmates as well. It was then that Meryl and Shawn were finally able to convince Jacob to send Willow to the Colossus Academy so that she could have better structure, the ability to socialize with other mutants/glitches, and receive a more refined training on her powers.

Shawn's traumatizing and humiliating torment by his kid sister's hand was finally done, and Shawn believed he finally had a breather; a means to return to a normal life. However, high school can be just as cruel. Upon realizing Shawn's sister was “sent away,” it wasn't long for people to figure out she was a mutant/glitch. Although Shawn had no powers or physical mutations, he was still relentlessly teased by his peers, causing him to hate Willow even more since he could never escape her.

Shawn closed himself off from everyone; becoming a loner with virtually no friends aside from those he could make anonymously online. It wouldn't be until he left for college did he truly start anew. No one knew him, no one knew his sister, no one made the mutant/glitch connection. He was free. He broke all ties with his family when he graduated high school, making sure he could pay his own way through college.

He didn't want his family to know where he was, having grown distant from his parents as well. His kid sister had loved teasing him, pulling pranks on him, and messing with his head. His father cared more about “staying invisible” than he cared about keeping Shawn safe from his sister by sending her away, and Jacob had only caved when she started messing with her classmates; drawing attention to their family. Shawn's mother, while routinely begging Jacob to send Willow to The Academy, never did much to rein in her daughter and/or protect her son. Shawn had grown to hate them all.

(Side Note: in X-Future my husband had Shawn be a psychopath bent on revenge against his family, but I don't think he needs that additive, and I don't think psychopaths need more violent representation to add to the stigma, it’s bad enough that Trish may be a movie-stereotyped psychopath. So, in Glitches, Shawn is just a boy pushed to the edge by a less-than-ideal, and, dare I say, abusive/neglectful childhood.)

Since Shawn is a secondary character, I haven't come up with the actual inciting incident yet, but, while Shawn was away at college, and riled up about his family for whatever reason, his own powers finally manifested. Electrical current spiraled around his forearms, coming to points just past his finger tips like drill heads. He learned he could also shoot off these electrical drill heads from his arms. Once he realized he also had powers, Shawn became more and more destructive and violent, until he was finally expelled from college.

That was when The Brotherhood found him, recruited him, and Shawn took on the “oh so clever” code name of Screwdriver (my husband's idea; he likes puns). After his training with The Brotherhood was complete, Pyro allowed Shawn to have a bit of personal “leave” from the organization. Shawn used that opportunity to try to murder his parents. He failed; barely. So barely that he believed he had accomplished his task. Jacob and Meryl only survived because a few X-Men managed to get to them in time to rescue them from the rubble Shawn tried to crush them under.

Shawn's next goal, not realizing his parents are still alive, is to find Willow to torture and kill her.

Willow is dumbfounded to discover how violent and vengeful her brother has become, and is trying desperately to repent so she can help him heal and redeem himself. It probably isn't going to end well for these two, as showcased in this song that inspired their dynamic in the first place: “What Have You Done” by Within Temptation

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It was originally going to be Willow’s feelings towards Devon, but it just worked so much better as her singing about a love of a brother than a potential romantic relationship souring.

Penumbra:

Affectionately called “Penny” by Willow, Noelle “Penumbra” Firada has the ability to teleport via shadows, and turn shadows into solid objects she can wield and attack/defend with. She was paired up with the slightly younger girl as a roommate back at Colossus Academy. Barely a day into their living arrangements, Penumbra became fast-friends with Willow. This quickly turned into an attraction to her BFF and roommate. Before the end of the semester, Penumbra knew she was in love.

Willow loved the attention, and she'd routinely flirt with Penumbra. She even had a few make-out sessions with Noelle, just for the fun of it. Willow never loved Penumbra back, though. She just enjoyed the companionship. From Willow's point of view, she wasn't doing anything wrong. Penumbra wanted a relationship, and Willow was complying... to a point.

When the duo moved to the Xavier Institute, and Willow met Chayse and Devon, she realized what true infatuation - and even romance - felt like. It was then that she realized how cruel she was to Penumbra by stringing her along. She instantly stopped her flirting and sexually physical interactions with Noelle.

Shortly after, Penumbra realized that Willow wanted Chayse and/or Devon, but not her. Willow would never love Penumbra the way Penny wanted. So, Penumbra let Willow go. She moved on, and never begrudged Willow their relationship. She understood that Willow was young and stupid. Their friendship became stronger from it, but Penumbra also needed distance. So, once she was of age, Penumbra signed up to become a full-fledged X-Men (X-Man?), and volunteers to go on missions as frequently as possible to stay away from the Institute while Willow is still there studying.

William:

This is a character I won't be bringing over to Glitches, at least, not as-is. He may become part of a composite character, or be a rough skeleton to build a new original character from in the future. So, this bit of Willow's history is solely anchored to X-Future.

While at Colossus Academy and Xavier Institute, Willow continued to enjoy pulling pranks, although they weren't quite as mean-spirited as they were when she pulled them on Shawn. One of the students she loved to target was William. He was straight-laced, stuffy, a bookworm, stickler for the rules, and a 17yo that acted more like he was 80; always complaining about the immaturity of his classmates, and never joining in at social events. Willow wanted William to let loose and actually act like a kid for once, so she always tried to coax him via her illusions.

She would transform study rooms into hot spring oases, and have herself seemingly draped in just a towel as she relaxed in the water. This would get William worked up, but never in the manner that Willow intended. She misread a few glances from William as he raged about her illusions, and assumed he had a thing for her. Since she was only 15 at the time of their meeting, and he was nearing 18, she falsely assumed he was resisting the temptation of being with someone so young. She then wondered how far she could push him before he caved.

That was when she started to follow him around whenever they were out of classes, so she could try to seduce him. She created more oases, with images of her scantily clad within the illusions. She created “clones” of herself, so she could tease William while four other copies of herself crawled all over him, purring in his ear, sensually nibbling on his neck and fingers, and generally just straddling his lap.

William was never much of a fan, and routinely berated her immaturity and sensual nature.

One day, while experimenting with his teleportation powers, William accidentally teleported too high into the atmosphere, couldn't breathe, fainted, and fell to his death. Willow mourned him deeply, and helped Lia create a memorial statue of William by projecting an image of him for Lia to use as a blueprint for her sculpture.

Once alone in her room to grieve further, Willow realized she was never sexually or even romantically interested in William. Instead, the reason she had such fun teasing him was because he reminded her a little of Shawn, and she missed her brother. He had moved away to college at that point, and her parents couldn't tell her where he went. All she wanted to do was apologize to Shawn for her behavior when they were kids, and she wanted to apologize to William for tormenting him in a similar (but all-over different) manner. She will always regret never before realizing that William was like another older brother for her, and she again couldn't treat him the way he deserved.

Hedge:

The remaining brother-figure in her life, Willow was kinder to Winston, especially after her realization post-William. She tried to get him to open up to her, but in gentler ways, and without teasing him. He still mostly kept to himself, though, and this time Willow decided not to push.

Tragedy still struck when the Xavier Institute was attacked, and collapsed under an explosion. One of the students that died in the attack was Hedge, and Willow vowed to never forgive those responsible. Willow's heart broke to discover that her best friend and crush Devon was a potential suspect since he defected to The Brotherhood an hour before the attack.

Devon:

Willow saw through him fairly easily within the first few minutes of meeting each other. He was this punk kid who had lived on the streets and didn't trust anyone. He was also about as dense as steel, and only marginally more intelligent. She loved to pick on his ignorance and “tough guy” persona. However, she also saw potential in a fellow prankster. They soon started meeting up to plan pranks; usually on poor William. Willow loved the idea of Devon's shape-changing potential, although he focused mainly on his fire manipulation powers.

Devon grew a crush on Willow almost instantly, and she loved the attention. She just assumed it was like Penumbra's crush on her at first, especially since Willow had her eye on the headmistress's son Chayse at the time. However, the closer Willow got to Devon, the more they bonded and became friends, the more she realized her heart raced just a bit whenever he was around, and she would get flushed whenever she caught him staring, or could catch mental whispers of his attraction towards her. She definitely had a crush, and debated acting upon it. However, by that point Devon had become her other best friend, aside from Penumbra, and she didn't want to screw up this friendship the way she did with Penny. So she kept her crush to herself.

Shortly after realizing her romantic interest in Devon, he met a member of The Brotherhood. Pyro, to be exact, and Pyro instantly suspected that Devon could be his long-lost child. Unsure if Devon truly was his son, Pyro simply hinted that he could help Devon discover who his parents are, and who he truly is. Devon turned down the offer at first, instead asking Cyclops for answers. The veteran X-Men (X-Man? I never know what to call one X-Men member) decided to test Devon's loyalty first in a cruel and manipulative Danger Room session. He tricked Devon into presumably betraying the X-Men for The Brotherhood, and declared Devon unready to know his parentage.

This made Devon realize that perhaps he truly wasn't cut out for the X-Men, and ran off to join The Brotherhood. An hour later the Xavier Institute came crashing down in an attack. Most of the students were given enough warning to get to safety, but there were still casualties, such as Hedge.

Willow was terrified at first, because no one could find Devon. His letters of farewell and gratitude were burnt up in the attack; unread and unfound. A security tape linked to the school's version of a Black Box showed Devon running away from the school, proving he was alive, but making him a suspect in the attack.

Instantly, Willow went from worried to betrayed. She didn't know the face of the person/people who attacked the Institute, so it was Devon's face Willow pictured whenever she thought of revenge for Hedge. This did not bode well for Devon when he eventually made his way back to the Institute. He had initially meant to only infiltrate The Brotherhood, and then bring back intel to make up for his supposed betrayal in Cyclops' test. Devon had only stayed with The Brotherhood for two years because he learned of the attack on the Institute, assumed everyone there had been killed, and The Brotherhood promised him revenge on the school's supposed attackers: an anti-mutant group called The Purifiers.

When Devon discovered most of his friends had survived the attack, and the school was rebuilt, he attempted to return, and was promptly punched out by Willow upon his arrival.

It kept a while for Willow to forgive Devon, only for him to later be killed off by Trish. (Whoops. X-Future Spoilers...) Willow had to then grieve her friend once more, yet again unknowing that he actually is still alive and well. He was revived by another mutant unaffiliated with the X-Men or Brotherhood. However, Devon also has amnesia, his mutation gave him a new default face, and he's living in a mutant safe-house with the girl that revived him.

Chayse:

Willow almost instantly fell for Chayse. In the X-Future canon, Chayse was dating Lia when Willow transferred into the Xavier School. Willow flirted slightly, but she mostly left Chayse alone. She wasn't going to break up a relationship, which was one of the main reasons she switched focus to Devon, whom she was also attracted to, and who was single.

Alternatively, since Willow and Lia start up at Emily's school at the same time in Glitches, Chayse and Lia never actually start dating. Which means Willow and Chayse have more of a romantic relationship from the get-go, Chayse and Devon are more romantic rivals, and Willow doesn't become QUITE as close with Devon now that her attention is more equally torn between the guys.

For both X-Future and Glitches, Willow found Chayse attractive, and kind, and enjoyed that he was also more mischievous than he let on. She loved the idea of him rebelling slightly against his parents, especially when everyone expected the son of the Headmistress to be perfectly behaved and mature. She was also intrigued by Chayse. His powers of phasing and kinetic energy manipulation meant he was naturally resistant to psychic attacks. This included Willow's illusions. She could make him see or hear the illusions, but he quickly picked up that they weren't real and could dispel them. He also had to actively allow her to telepathically talk to him, as well as actively allow her illusions to work on him in order to get the sensory input of smell, taste, or touch.

Willow and Chayse were paired up for more and more X-Men missions after the attack on the school, bringing the duo closer. Willow as also no longer distracted by romantic interest in Devon. Before the duo realized what was happening, Chayse had fallen for Willow. They had promised not to act upon it while Chayse was still with Lia. When they got back from their mission, Chayse began the difficult task of breaking up with Lia. Shortly after, Chayse was visited by Penumbra, who vetted him to make sure he'd be a good boyfriend to Willow.

Seeing how much Chayse and Willow cared for each other, Penumbra surrendered her feelings, and gave the couple her blessing. It took significantly longer for Lia to also be alright with Chayse and Willow's relationship. Knowing how much their relationship would hurt Lia, they waited a month after Chayse and Lia's break-up before getting together, allowing Lia time to grieve before seeing her ex dating someone else. Chayse and Willow finally became an official couple for the Xavier Institute's prom.

Through time travel shenanigans in X-Future that will not appear in Glitches, a man named Sebastian arrived at the present from the future. The 20-something was so shocked to have traveled back in time that he didn't hide his origins nearly as well as he should have. It was quickly revealed that he was the son of Chayse and Willow; a stunning fact that was revealed only a couple weeks after Chayse and Willow began dating.

After the initial shock, things fell back into some semblance of normalcy. The next big hurtle for Willow, who is now much more mature than when she started out, is to help Chayse through his struggle with the knowledge that his best friend wishes to kill him after being tortured and brain washed (very Stucky, but without the sexual tension). Meanwhile, Willow is still dealing with the knowledge that Shawn wishes her dead, and has already attempted to torture her by nearly killing Chayse.

Lia:

There was always an awkward relationship between my two main X-Future characters. Lia was a bit shy, a goody-two-shoes, and mature for her age. She butted heads a little with the more cocky, playful, outgoing, mischievous, and relatively immature Willow. Luckily, Lia is a little dense herself, and never really picked up on Willow's attraction towards Chayse, otherwise there may have been more tension. Tension that might make its way to Glitches since both ladies will be vying for Chayse's attention at the same time.

A month or so after transferring to the Xavier Institute, Willow calmed down a bit, and Lia saw her more endearing qualities. The two became friends as Lia tried to rein Willow in a touch, and Willow helped Lia cut loose a little. They balanced each other out, and by the end of the school year, they were good friends. Things got a little shaky again when Willow was sent on a mission with Chayse after the school's collapse, and Lia was forced to stay behind to help fortify the school's foundation. When Chayse returned and continued his relationship with Lia without a hiccup at all, Lia figured her jealousy was uncalled for, and her friendship with Willow strengthened again.

They became roommates that school year, and grew closer as friends. So, when Willow realized how much she cared for Chayse, and that Chayse liked her back, she felt incredibly guilty and turned Chayse down. She couldn't be the reason he broke up with Lia. Chayse then confessed that he and Lia had just grown apart over their two-year relationship, and he was planning on breaking up with her anyway. He and Willow then agreed to not do anything until Chayse officially broke up with Lia. Even then, they’d give Lia time to grieve the relationship before she had to watch her roommate and close friend date her ex.

The unexpected hiccup in their plan was that apparently Lia didn’t see her and Chayse drifting apart as much as he did. She did NOT take the break up well. Her emotions went berserk, and she lost control of her powers, igniting herself into her lava form, but without the added obsidian skin protection she usually had. Thankfully, Chayse was able to phase Willow out of the room before anyone was injured. Chayse then used his powers to try to calm Lia back down; collapsing under the stress. Seeing Chayse faint shocked Lia back into control of her powers, and she rushed to get help while Willow watched over Chayse.

Willow and Lia then had a semi-heated argument in the infirmary while waiting to hear news about Chayse. Lia admitted her wrongdoing in their argument, and the two called an uneasy truce.

Willow walked on eggshells around Lia for the next month, but eventually accepted Chayse's invite to the prom. By that point, Lia was mostly in a good spot again. She and Willow again attempted to build their friendship back up. It took some time, and they butted heads a few times yet again. Lia backslid a bit when she found out the truth about Sebastian, but then realized that she was trying to compete against “fate” so she officially gave up on her feelings for Chayse, and wished he and Willow a happy relationship.

Nearly a year later, and Lia and Willow are finally back to a good place between them. Lia is now dealing with a similar situation as Chayse: her former roommate and good friend is teamed up with Chayse's former best friend, and the duo is trying to attack the X-Men and destroy Chayse and Lia. Willow's trying her best to keep her two closest companions above water, especially after losing Devon.

Willow's Parents Jacob and Meryl:

In truth, while Jacob and Meryl have a rough and unhealthy relationship with Shawn, they have a fairly good relationship with Willow.

Meryl was a bit afraid of Willow when she would torment Shawn, and was at wit's end trying to figure out what to do with her daughter. However, since Willow was sent to Colossus Academy, and has matured and mellowed a bit, Meryl was able to have the loving Mother-Daughter relationship they had before Willow discovered her powers.

On the flipside, Willow was hurt at first to discover that Jacob had powers the whole time, but decided to hide them from his children. With their training, though, Willow began to bond with her father. She then felt abandoned and unwanted when she was sent to the Academy, but by the end of her first year there, she understood how unruly she was and why she had to be sent away. While not as close as during those two years Jacob was her sole trainer, Willow did grow a tight bond with her father again over the years.

Willow was terrified to hear of her parents’ near-death experience while she was away on a mission, and even more horrified to realize it was Shawn who had attacked them. In the X-Future canon, Willow was also pissed to find out that her parents knew of Shawn's mental illness, and hid both it and his need for drugs from Willow. While Willow was in shock to discover how violent and hate-filled Shawn was, Meryl and Jacob accepted it as who their son truly was without his medication.

Again, in the Glitches rewrite, Shawn won't be a psychopath, and so the “that's just Shawn off his meds” mentality won't show up.

Until things are resolved with Shawn, Willow's parents have sanctuary within the Xavier Institute. Willow's not the largest fan of seeing her parents daily after 4yrs of being away at boarding schools, especially since she's grown accustomed to a bit of self-parenting and autonomy. However, she also finds it nice to have access to her parents whenever she wants to see them, talk to them, or just be around them/hug them.

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Well, this post is even longer than the first one for Willow! I haven't even talked about her relationships with other characters, such as Cyclops, the villainess Agony, the new recruits Jacob and Temperance, or Devon's new love Nyssa. It's just too much to introduce the characters as well, though, so I'll have to wave the white flag here. Next up will be Meet Willow: Part 3 – Character Arc Events. For that post, I'm going to talk about the main events of X-Future that impact Willow's over-all character arc, as well as how they might show up in Glitches.

While you wait for that post to go live, feel free to check out the other posts in this series.

Who Wants To Meet My OCs? Part 1

learning how I created Gyatera and Glitches

Who Wants To Meet My OCs? Part 2

learning how I came up with the characters for Gyateara

Who Wants To Meet My OCs? Part 3a

learning how I came up with the original teenage characters for Glitches

Who Wants To Meet My OCs? Part 3b

learning how I came up with original reworks of the adult characters for Glitches

Meet Willow (Part 1 – Background)

Broad overview of Willow’s past, her powers, and her personality

#writing #LycoRogue writing #OCs #Meet My OCs #Meet Willow #long post #Glitches #Willow Driver #Willow #Willow's relationships #series post #6 of ?#updates every other Sunday #LycoRogue original

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forever, forgotten

prompt: The two of you realize that you don’t work as well as you originally think. characters: zhongli/gn!reader, diluc/gn!reader, childe/gn!reader word count: 2.2k warnings: brief injury description, putting in stitches is described, emotional cheating (but not physical or overt), pain and angst a/n: rev up those fryers, because i am sure hungry for some angst! i love pain. i really do. it’s where i feel my writing thrives. but i apologize for making reader an ass in some of these. oops. it’s only human nature :) no beta reader btw, pls send in an ask if you see any errors so i can fix them!

CHILDE/TARTAGLIA

childe has always been one to thrive in the heat of battle, while you’ve been one to thrive literally anywhere else than a fight.

your relationship is kept on the downlow, both because you don’t want the attention of dating a fatui harbinger and childe doesn’t want you getting caught in the crossfire of any battles of his.

why date a man if you can’t be involved in what he loves the most?

he arrives at your doorstep, a sheepish, tired smile on his face, one hand clutching his opposite arm, trying to tamp the blood that seeps into the grey fabric of his clothing.

you meet his gaze with an equally tired one. the sun has yet to rise and you are no longer surprised by your lover’s impromptu visits at your doorstep, nor his condition.

he only shows up when he needs something, after all.

you usher him in without a word and he sits at your dining table, quiet as you stitch up his wounds.

you’re not a nurse. you shouldn’t be so good at piercing a needle through someone’s skin. the thought of it unsettles you a bit, but you withhold these thoughts from the harbinger before you, who always desires to run a sharp blade of water through the necks of his enemies.

the silence between the two of you isn’t tense. rather, the air is dull and laced with fatigue. you know the man before you will fall asleep wordlessly on your couch soon before you navigate to your bedroom and slump over on your mattress. you’ll leave for work in the morning, leaving him to dream away on the couch. by the time you arrive home, he’ll be gone without a trace, except for the stack of mora he leaves on your kitchen table.

your relationship is no more than transactional at this point, but at least those who are paid for the night feel the warm touch of another.

however, tartaglia throws a wrench in your typical night plans. he decides to speak.

“there’s a new guy where you work,” he speaks, lifting his eyes from the needle in your hands to meet yours. “you get along well.” the words of the harbinger are embittered, laced with a childish petulance. but rather than assuage his fears, you furrow your brows and lift the needle up, before puncturing the skin with it once more.

“you sent people to watch me,” you scoff. it doesn’t exit your lips as a question, but rather a statement of ire. childe huffs in response.

“do you wish for me to leave you unguarded?” he says, irritation lacing his tone. nonetheless, he shakes his head slightly, ruffling his brunette hair. “whatever. Coworker.”

“what about him?” you respond, finishing his stitches and scooting your chair backwards to give him space. you finally make eye contact and realize that within his azure eyes, jealousy lies. “he’s a coworker.”

exhaustion is getting to the both of you. childe takes note of your dull-eyed look, a far cry from how you once looked at him. your lips rest in a slight frown and dark circles rest underneath your eyes. you look absolutely exhausted. nonetheless, he pushes onward.

“you two spend quite a bit of time together,” tartaglia remarks.

“if you have someone following me around all the time, then you know i’m not cheating,” you respond, folding your arms and narrowing your eyes at him.

“i know. but maybe it would be easier if you did,” his words soften and reveal a subtle pain behind what he’s saying, but in your fatigued state, the meaning is unclear.

“what the hell does that even mean?” you ask, forcing your voice to stay level. you’re tired, which means you’re more likely to be irritated, but you stay steady. whoever raises their voice first loses the argument, in your eyes.

“maybe it would be better if you were with someone you still loved,” childe finally confesses, yet another layer of defensiveness stripped from his voice, revealing his nerves. you glance up from where you had absentmindedly fixated your gaze on your thighs -- when had you done that? -- and look into his eyes to see the flames of jealousy being overwhelmed with an ocean of sadness. the harbinger had always loved the sea.

“don’t say that,” you murmur. “don’t do this to yourself, tartaglia.”

“ajax,” he whispers, correcting you. you know if he speaks louder, the ocean within his eyes will seep out. “and if you feel that way, then say it.”

“say what?” you ask, rubbing a hand across your eyes.

“say you love me,” ajax whispers. his face is flushed red as he struggles to contain the melancholy emotions he’s tried so hard to lock away.

you go quiet. at one point, you would have screamed the words from the top of the highest liyuean mountains, but now, a lump in your throat prevents them from exiting your mouth to reassure your lover, if you’re even allowed to call him that.

a bitter smile spreads across his face, his eyes growing red. “thank you,” he says, his tone saturated with emotional agony.

you watch him leave. your past screams at you to reach out to him, to beg him to stay, but you watch him collect his things and exit your house silently. as tartaglia closes your front door softly behind him, not bothering to look back at you, you let out a shaky sigh and curl up on your couch.

your head finds itself upon the throw pillow that his blood had leaked onto, but you’re too tired to care. instead, you lie on your side, wondering about what could’ve been before falling into a dreamless sleep.

DILUC

you’re a people person while he’s a lone wolf, a commoner while he was always destined to be a societal elite. in comparison with the man significant enough to receive a gift from the gods, you are nothing.

but he always made you feel differently. he would hold you close on winter nights, whispering sweet nothings into your ear as you fell asleep to his heartbeat. but that’s all they were -- nothings.

you saw how he looked at her -- a liyuean diplomat. you had asked him about her before.

“she’s just someone from the past,” diluc had stated, not making eye contact and brushing away your words, an uncharacteristic move for the man who would once recite ballads of your beauty whenever you had expressed an insecurity. “nobody to worry about.” he

but as they leaned in close to each other, whispering to each other as diluc tended the bar, her resting her elbows on the counter, you realized that their relationship had never been platonic and you were a fool to believe they didn’t have a history together.

you stayed positive until the calvary captain noticed your sad looks towards the bar. he simply murmured a few words to you that would confirm your fears.

you didn’t want to play if you were always going to be second place to a woman who showed up every blue moon.

maybe that’s her appeal, you thought to yourself. she’s here infrequently enough that he’s smitten with her. she leaves before she can become mundane, exits the scene before his memories of her can sour.

but the days roll by and you find yourself becoming more and more embittered. diluc stays out late, saying work is keeping him. kaeya tells you otherwise. for a man who has no reason to be involved, you owe your dignity to kaeya for intervening and telling you the truth.

but diluc doesn’t cheat. he just smiles at her. they’re friends, that’s all. but jealousy is the devil’s mistress and you lay in bed with her in your heart as she pries her fingers into your love and rips it apart at the seams.

the liyuean woman leaves. upon her departure, your love for the red-haired man exits the stage as well, leaving behind a neglected husk of a relationship.

diluc smiles at you, none the wiser, approaching you after you finish your shift one evening. this is the first time you’ve spoken in three weeks and he doesn’t even seem to notice.

upon seeing his lips curl upwards at your appearance, the fragments of your heart shatter into dust, for you realize that the way he looked at the liyuean diplomat will never compare to the look he gives you.

he invites you over to his place, saying he misses your company. what is there to miss? you’ve been here all along, watching, waiting, agonizing over him, and yet he acts like he wasn’t the one that caused the two of you to be apart.

“i don’t think it’s the best idea for us to keep being together in such a manner,” you respond as you grab your bag, not making eye contact. “we wouldn’t want people to get the wrong idea.”

diluc watches you leave, stunned by your response. “wait,” he calls out to you, making you turn around. “did i do something wrong?”

“no,” you lie, plastering a fake, soft smile on your face. “i just think i did. it’s nothing you did, i just… don’t think i can keep doing a relationship right now.”

“you’re breaking up with me?” diluc asks, dumbfounded. “here? Now?”

“yes,” you respond, praying your voice doesn’t crack and revealing your sadness. “i’ve found someone else to put first.” myself, you think. you watch as diluc attempts a stoic expression, but you can see the sadness in his eyes.

as the winds of mondstadt swirl around the two of you, blowing the dusty ashes of your heart that had been burnt away by the redhead with the pyro vision into uncharted territories, you can only manage a weak, apologetic smile at seeing him go through the grief you had gone through only a week prior, when you had finally determined that you needed to break up with him.

“i’ll see you around,” you say, before brushing past him and heading home, for once, alone.

ZHONGLI

the two of you sip your tea quietly as zhongli relishes in your company, pleased to see you after you had returned from an adventuring commission.

“i’m glad you returned to liyue harbor safely,” zhongli confesses. his words, much like his actions, are predictable.

you love zhongli, you really do, but after spending two years with him as his lover, you realize that maybe he’s not the one for you.

the geo archon is reliable, loyal, and honest. he’s considerate and kind. you had no reason not to take him as a lover -- he’s the perfect gentleman with a well-paying job. staying with him would provide love and stability.

but, you realized you made a mistake not long after accepting his romantic confession. zhongli was lovely, but he failed to ignite the spark in your heart that most lovers did. he was predictable, too predictable in your case. the geo archon, after millenia of war, anguish, and disconnect from the human race, decided the best life to live as a human was one of routine and peace.

you envied him. you truly did. his happiness was rooted in the status quo, the idea of nothing in his simple life changing. you longed for adventure, for excitement, never having been one to stay in a place for too long.

just as you knew when it was time to move cities, you knew it was time to move on past this relationship in your heart. your love for zhongli had fallen platonic. you were only clinging onto the familiarity zhongli provided as he had not given you a reason to leave.

but maybe zhongli himself was your reason to leave. after all of his service to liyue, he deserves someone who loves him with his whole heart. despite your consistent completion of adventurer’s guild duties, this is one commission that you cannot complete. no matter how hard you wish to, you cannot bring yourself to love the geo archon with your whole heart.

therefore, you realize, you must let him go.

you’re a coward, though. a person who can slay a stonehide lawachurl alone, who has countless battle scars from the most fearsome of challenges, is unable to look their lover in his patient amber eyes and tell them how they feel, for they do not wish to acknowledge the pain they will bring to their gentle lover who would, truly, move mountains for them.

so you write a letter while he’s at work, detailing your sorrows and how you wish for him to find happiness. you’re a coward, you scream at yourself as tears roll down your face, staining the parchment your pen shakily moves across. he deserves better.

he deserves better, which is why you leave the letter in an envelope for him on the table, the ring that normally rests on your left hand on top of it. by the time he reads it, you’ll be on a boat to inazuma, free from the consequences of your heartbreak and your actions.

you never quite forgive yourself for leaving the geo archon behind.

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