#it's been months and she hasn't done anything I have begged her to do

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Part 2 of Batfam and batsis y/n headcons

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It was a surprise to see y/n at the of the manor one night after her "outburst" that was a couple months ago. Alfred is happy to see her but notices her troubled expression. She greets him and asks if Bruce was here.

Entering the Batcave for the first time in years, it hasn't changed too much from what y/n remembers. The first to notice her walk in is Damian. "Sister, what are you doing here?" It's always so weird hearing him call her that now. He's never called he that until her "outburst".

This gets the attention of Tim and Babs, making them look away from the monitor. Tim is glad to see her again and hopefully, she is here to mend their broken, not completely burnt, bridges. Babs is also glad to see her as they haven't been communicating as much this past week, but concerned as to what brought her here. She has a feeling that y/n wouldn't come here without a reason.

"I need to talk to Bruce." Damian is almost upset that y/n didn't say she came to see him. He doesn't even have to open his mouth as Bruce is right behind her. Bruce makes his presence known which made y/n jolt up a bit.

Turns around to see him suited up just like the others. Not seeing his full face made her more comfortable oddly.

She takes a deep breath before talking, "I want to clarify that I'm talking to Batman and not Bruce Wayne. I have some information and I desperately need your help." Everyone's interest was already peaked before she said anything.

Bruce watches her pointer finger curl around her hair, her eyes shifted away from him, and her shoulders somehow become even more tense. "Jerome is looking for someone, not me, but I'm worried about them. Wait not looking for he's found them and I- ugh, I'm sure you've already done a background check on him. He has a twin brother and he supposedly wants him dead. I'm…"

All their eyes on her were worsening her anxiety. "I'm best friends with him, Jeremiah Valeska." Babs is already putting the pieces together that Xander Wilde was just an alias. She does remember thinking that they look similar, but she's only met y/n's boyfriend a handful of times and never looked that deep into Jerome's relatives. There wasn't any need to look at his family as long as they aren't committing illegal acts with him.

"Jerome, he did something to Jeremiah. There was this gas and it messed him up. He…" y/n was trying not to get too emotional from talking about a topic that was sensitive to her. "He's not right in the head anymore. It's almost like he's turning into Jerome. He's losing control, he knew a week ago that something is wrong but now he's saying…"

Their eyes and her various feelings on the matter were making her feel that this was a dead end. It's been nearly three months and things have been getting progressively worse. As she looks at Bruce and all she expects is to be rejected. To tell her that she was overreacting and that time was going to heal whatever this mess was.

y/n looked Bruce in the eyes and for the first desperately begged, "Please. Please help find a cure or something to end Jeremiah's madness. I…" She choked back the urge to say that she loved him. There wasn't a need for that and she'd rather keep them in the dark about her life. "…I don't want to lose my best friend. I know you're busy, but I had try asking. Just tell me now if you'd be able to help in any way possible and I'll leave you alone."

This came out of nowhere, but with y/n looking Bruce in the eye with glassy and a scared look in her eyes. How could he say no? "I'll do everything I can, but I'll need a blood sample."

Anything that he said after that went in and out of y/n's ears. She was just relieved that she had the greatest detective help her. "Yeah, um, I can do that." Her voice was softer than a few seconds ago. She wiped the tears of relief with her palm and quickly made her way out of the cave.

Tim wanted to go after her, but Damian was already following behind her and Babs gave him a discouraging look. Babs finally understood why y/n has been so quiet these past weeks. She also knew that y/n needed time to herself and she'd hope that Damian would understand that. She thinks Bruce knew that as well as he stared at the exit for a moment before swiftly going back to work.

Damian kept calling out to his sister before grabbing her wrist. y/n really wanted to shake off his hand and tell him to just leave her alone. Though feeling how firm his grip is she knew it would probably be best to go with whatever to not trigger another meltdown. That was the last thing she ever wanted to see or deal with.

Genuinely though she didn't know why he followed her. It didn't matter if he was trying to repave their relationship, she always expects the worst to come out of his mouth. As a shield, she says what he thinks he'll say. Putting herself down before he or anyone can do it.

"Yeah, I know I shouldn't be down there. It's no place for me and I get in the way. I'm not going to lie and say I'm fully sorry. I am, but I need to try everything to save him, and if that means you'll all have to bear witness to a living failure once more then so be it."

Damian is stuck by her words again and lets go of her as if her skin burns him. He was unsure of how to respond to that, but that wasn't the reason he was there. He tells her with full confidence, "Father will find a cure. Your friend will be okay."

She doesn't look at him. Surprised that he didn't degrade her and slightly smiling that he was comforting her. "Thank you, Damian, that was nice of you to say." Then walks out of the manor just like last time, but this night Damian can fall asleep without regretting eating him alive.

Bruce hires a team of toxicologists. Buys a whole new laboratory for the team. Making sure that there is progress being made while he's not working on it. Tim is the one who spends the most time searching for a cure.

The day after y/n would make her regular trip to the psychiatric hospital with Tim watching from a distance. Tim wasn't stalking y/n he'd claim fully knowing that's exactly what he's doing. He just felt that something was missing and he just wanted to know. He was sick of all her secretiveness. He's given y/n some space after her "outburst" unlike Damian and Dick. So he feels like he could do this because it's not like he forcing her to be around him like the other two.

But regardless the stalking. He was concerned about seeing y/n walk into a mental hospital. It wasn't Arkham, but personally knowing her track record of depressive episodes made him wonder why she was here. Was she admitting herself again?

y/n going through a mental low is difficult no matter how many times Tim sees and helps her through it. She'd stop having this bubbly aura around her. Not being able to get out of bed. There were few times she talked of how hopeless and empty she felt. When she had these episodes they'd never last a few days. They'd always be a week and the worse he's personally seen it last for 2 months. Then the mental image of her dealing with this on her own and coming to the point that she felt the need to admit herself was devastating to him in many ways.

Disguised as part of the staff, Tim followed y/n. Quickly realizing that she wasn't admitting herself, but visiting. He stood by the door of the patient's room that she dispersed in and closed the door. Interestingly Echo walked out of the room at one point and went back.

Seeing y/n standing by the door and about to leave, Tim quickly put some distance between himself and her. Watching y/n, Echo, and a man wearing a hat walk out. Following close behind as they left the hospital and entered the parking garage. He noticed how closely y/n and the man were walking together while Echo walked behind them.

Suddenly Echo came to a halt making the others stop and look at her. Then she ran full force toward Tim and pushed him against the concrete wall. A sharp knife pressed against his throat.

The handful of times Tim has seen Echo he's never seen her exhibit any emotion. There was a sort of underlying anger as she calmly ask who he was and why he following them. He's not able to get his mouth open because y/n runs up panicked while the man walks slowly.

y/n doesn't even need a second to see that it was Tim. Makes Echo let go of him before asking what he was even doing there. There is no good lie that he can come up with on the spot and he knew lying was just going to make y/n more upset than she already was.

"You never talk or are around anymore. You're so secretive now that it makes me worried." Tim would continue if he didn't notice y/n clench her jaw. He would have to be blind to not see y/n trying to keep her cool.

That's when the man placed his gloved hand on her shoulder. Just that simple action alone got rid of any tension in y/n. The man would introduce himself as Jeremiah.

Tim felt uncomfortable by Jeremiah. It could have been the fact that y/n did say his mental sanity has deteriorated, but Tim could just feel something was off with him. His bright green eyes remind Tim of someone. His face also looked to be caked with makeup and the way he talked was unnerving.

The three leave Tim behind. y/n stating that they'll talk about 'this' later. He goes back to the manor even more perplexed by everything.

Later that day y/n drops by the manor. Trying to be discreet as possible because she doesn't want to trigger Damian jumping out. Handing the blood sample to Bruce then turning her attention to Tim.

They have a long drawn-out conversation about what transpired earlier. Explaining why he felt the need to follow her and how he wants her to be open with him.

"— I want us to friends again." That made y/n's heart and mind stop for a moment. Just a moment because she immediately rebuttals. Not trying to mean when saying she doesn't want to be near any of them. That just things change, that they've changed, and they drifted apart. That he had nothing to worry about, but to also never do that again.

y/n spends most of her time with Jeremiah until she has classes and takes a minute to drop by the manor for any updates. Now that y/n is visiting the manor, Damian doesn't surprise her with visits anymore. Since she comes over quite often, daily almost.

He always tries to prolong her time there. He remembers the few things she's interested in. Art and fencing. He'll try almost bribe her to spend more time with him. Mentioning that he's going to an art museum or that he's done with his latest painting. It doesn't get her attention. Talks about how he's got tickets for a fencing match, but that doesn't interest y/n in the slightest.

It's like she's purposefully ignoring him. It's not the case, but that's beside the point. One day when y/n drops by and gets ready to leave, Damian walks up to her with one question. "Can you teach me how to fence?"

Taken aback the question y/n has to take a moment to register it. She sighs, "You're better off getting a professional trainer because I haven't held a saber or epee in a hot minute." She's not even trying to avoid Damian even though he just reminds her how much of a failure she is. She's just being honest.

The boy is becoming visibly frustrated. Panicking and remembering his last tantrum, y/n quickly says that she'll teach him the basics after her classes. Seeing that he was calming down y/n makes a quick escape.

After her last class, she sees Damian waiting right outside of her classroom. Once she's in his peripheral vision he tries to drag her back to the manor and into the newly established fencing room, but she needs to make a quick stop.

Will not let her go alone no matter what. So she kinda has no choice but to bring him along. It's nothing new. She makes a quick call informing someone that she'll have someone with her before jumping into her car. They take a long ride out of Gotham and into the woods. Making Damian wonder where the hell y/n is going.

The second one to meet Jeremiah is Damian. Jeremiah only politely greets him before leaving to talk with y/n in another room. The first impression Damian has of Jeremiah is not a good one. Highly suspicious of him and is not comfortable letting y/n be alone in a room with him. Low-key impressed by the labyrinth that Jeremiah calls his house and likes the interior of the living room. Every classy.

Would have put his ear against the door to hear what they were saying if it wasn't for Echo. She was staring him down. He's pretty sure she hasn't blinked since they got here. Going off what Tim said to the others about Echo possibly being y/n's lover, Damian wonders what y/n sees in Echo.

When they leave and get back into the car Damian brings up Echo. "Your girlfriend should learn how to blink." y/n almost stomped on the breaks. "Girlfriend...? Echo?" She's very confused. "Who else am I talking about." This is when she learns that the whole family thinks she's dating Echo. The idea is funny but also irked her because that was far from the truth. Calmly explains to Damian that isn't the case and that she was simply Jeremiah's bodyguard. Damian can't wait to tell Tim that he was wrong.

Once they get back to the manor y/n teaches Damian about fencing. First going over the rules and the 4 types of fencing before doing anything physical. Surprisingly time flew by. They probably would have been fencing all night if Alfred didn't interrupt them for dinner. y/n planned on leaving, but Damian convinced her to at least stay for dinner because Alfred made her favorite dish and dessert.

This is around the time y/n starts to think that Damian isn't too bad. Out of everyone in the family, Damian is probably the one she'd be the most lenient towards. She's lenient towards the whole family, but Damian is still relatively young. He was able to move on from his horrible childhood, even though that resulted in him lashing out, y/n can forgive that to an extent. Deep down she sees him as her little brother even after their rough patch.

The fact that he isn't breaking into her apartment and trying to connect with her, makes her think that it's safe to be around him. That she isn't going to be verbally reminded that she's one of the most worthless human beings to be alive.

She starts straying a little longer at the manor to mentor Damian a few times. He starts to worry when she easily has the wind knocked out of her and has a cough that doesn't go away. She tells him that it's nothing to worry about. Might lie to him if doesn't give up on the topic by saying she's developed asthma. The lie isn't implausible since anyone can develops asthma at any age and it is hereditary.

It calms Damian down a little. Now he constantly carries an inhaler just in case y/n needs it. She feels so bad lying to him, but she thinks it's for the best that everyone should stay in the dark about her medical condition.

Seeing y/n willingly hang out with Damian gets under Tim's skin. He's given her space unlike Damian, except for that one time but it was only one time. The little gremlin has been harassing her since that one "outburst". He'd want to pull out the 'I knew her longer' card, but he knows how petty it would be. Who she hangs out with isn't his problem and he should mind his own business.

He does mind his own business, but he may occasionally check the cameras to see what y/n and Damian are up to. That's all he swears. Oh, my god, they're going to orchestral concerts and museums together now!? This is so unfair Tim thinks to himself.

They use to be so close.

Honestly, Bruce is thankful for Damian. He's keeping y/n around the manor longer so she can be completely safe from the madness of Gotham. It's also good to know that she's willingly interacting with one of her brothers. It almost warms his heart to see her not be so anxious while in the manor. Just almost because she shouldn't have to feel anxious in the first place. This was the place she once called home, it should make her feel safe not anxious.

Remember the team of toxicologists?

If you don't that's fine. They were killed by the bomb placed in the laboratory, so it's not like they'd be brought up again.

Everyone thinks it's Jerome. The loss of innocent life and y/n suddenly going missing seems like a Jerome thing to do. When they hunt down Jerome, he just kinda shrugs his shoulders while doing a poor job at hiding his smile. Damian wants to scratch his face off or rip his face off depending on the state of it. Dick has to hold back the little monster while Bruce interrogates the ginger.

It goes nowhere until Jerome gets bored of interrogation and tells them, "I'm tired of him thinking that he's better than me. We're quite the same, but I'm the better one. I just had to give him a fresh air of courage to be his true self." Everyone understands what he's say and also groaning that they have to deal with another fucking Valeska.

BONUS

Jerome, Jeremiah, Joker, and Harley being a sort of dysfunctional family is a fun idea. (Inspired by this) Joker and Harley enable the twins' unhealthy love for y/n Wayne.

Harley is more "innocent" in her enabling because she sees nothing wrong with it. The staking, the murder, it's nothing when it's the name of love. (When she leaves Joker for Ivy, she might feel guilty for egging them on. That she played a part in instating y/n into a toxic relationship. Out of anyone, she'd be the one to understand what's it like to be in one. This might motivate her to help keep y/n safe in the future.) Out of the two Harley is rooting for Jerome. He just seems like the lesser evil for y/n.

Joker finds the whole thing funny and pathetic at the same time. The twins are destroying half of the city for a girl, it almost makes him want to roll his eyes. Almost because of the lengths they'll go to. How they're always butting heads and seeing how distraught the girl gets is fun. He can't help but laugh at it. He'll be putting his money on Jeremiah because he sees potential. He's not reckless like Jerome or impatient, Jeremiah is in it for the long haul.

#batfamily x batsis #batfamily x reader #yandere batfamily x reader #jason todd x reader #richard grayson x reader #dick grayson x batsis #tim drake x reader #damian wayne x batsis #yandere x reader #barbara gordon x reader #jerome valeska x batsis reader #jeremiah valeska x batsis reader

[samantha-rae-velcher]

KING

King!Jschlatt x Peasant!Fem reader

Requested by: none

Warnings: Smut, obsessive!Schlatt, swearing, fingering, bath sex.

A/n: 18+ NSFW! If you don't like the warnings please don't read! PLEASE KEEP MY COMMENT SECTION AGGRESSION FREE!

Summary: Y/n is a peasant that has lived in the village that looks up at the palace, she has always imagined what it would be like to live in such a place. One thing she didn't realize, Y/n had caught the eye of the King, and he's one who's known for taking what he wants.

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Y/n was fixing the fence outside of her home, when her father walked up to her with two rather large men in full armor.

"Y/n, these men are here and they're asking for you." Her father said.

"Why?"

"That's what I'm wondering. What have you done."

She went to speak, but was cut off by one of the men.

"She hasn't done anything, yet. The king requests her presence, and the king doesn't like to be kept waiting."

He grabbed her arm and pulled her over to his horse, clamping shackles onto her wrists and getting her up onto the horse.

The ride back to the castle was a lengthy and quiet one. She didn't know why the king wanted her, more did she care. Y/n wanted to go home, but she knew if she struggled they'd probably knock her out or kill her, so she allowed them to take her.

When they arrived at the gate, Y/n felt a shiver run down her spine. Reality setting in that this could be the last time she sees the outside of these gates.

They made their way in and up to the palace steps, where she was pulled off the horse and dragged inside.

"Do you have to be so ruff!?" She basically yelled at the man.

"You'd be wise to use your manners in the presence of your king."

The throne room doors were pushed open, and there he sat in all his glory. He was kinda scary, he had dark eyes that could burn holes in her.

"King Schlatt, our Royal majesty. We bring to you Y/n Y/L/n of Knighton."

He tilted his head as he scanned her, not saying a word. He looked her dead in the eyes then down at the floor, he wanted her to bow.

Y/n refused, she stood there and glared. This man had her taken from her father, chained, and brought to him. For what?

"Bow to your king, peasant girl!" The guard yelled.

"Shove it, little man!"

She was suddenly kicked in the back of her leg, sending her to her knees. The King stood and held up his hand to the guard.

"Don't be so rough, this one's very delicate." He said. "I don't want her harmed."

"Why am I here?"

He stepped forward, "I had you brought here because for the last few months I've been watching you out of that window." Schlatt pointed behind him.

"And I wanted to meet you."

She lowered her brows, "And how long is that gonna take, because I really wanna go home."

"You don't understand, you aren't going home."

Fear suddenly struck her, his words made her go hot and cold.

"W-what?"

Schlatt chuckled, "You are to stay here with me, I want you as my bride."

Her eyes widened.

"I beg your pardon?"

He knelt down in front of her, gently cupping her cheek.

"I can assure you your father will receive compensation for you being here. Food, money, and repairs to your home. But...if you leave, all that will go away and you and your father will freeze this winter, how does that sound?"

Y/n looked at the floor, tears stinging her eyes. This wasn't even a choice, he was forcing her to stay and he knew that he had her.

"You'd rather stay here, wouldn't you? Princess."

Y/n glared, spitting at him. Schlatt chuckled again and wiped her saliva off his face.

"You'll warm up to me." He stood and made his way back to his throne. "Take her to our bed chamber, maybe some time alone with her thoughts will cool her down."

Y/n was dragged up a hall and thrown into a big room, it had a very large bed and a window that was even bigger. It over looked the village far down below and the ocean. She saw ships in the harbor and others leaving for the open water.

Tears began to spill as she sat on the bed, it was so soft and warm. Part of her felt happy to be out of the village, but she missed her father.

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4 hours later

The sun was going down and Y/n was standing at the window, watching her father finish the fence. The door suddenly opened, making Y/n turn around. King Schlatt stepped in and set his crown on a table that looked like it was made for it, she rolled her eyes when he looked over at her, turning back around to watch the sunset.

Y/n stiffened up when she felt his arms wrap around her stomach, and his chest press against her back.

"I remember all the times I watched you from this window too, always working so hard...doing a man's job." He whispered.

"A man's job, huh? Yet all you do is sit on your pretty throne, barking orders."

He pressed a soft gentle kiss to her head, "Thats not all I do, princess. While you and your fellow townsmen are living in your own little world, I'm up here attempting to keep peace with neighboring kingdoms. I protect our people from war so you can go on with your happy little lives...I protect you, so you can watch your sunsets every night."

Y/n's eyes began to close when she felt Schlatt trailing gentle kisses down her neck, only for her to pull away once she remembered she wanted to hate him.

He smiled and removed his red mantel, and hanging it over the back of a chair.

"I had you for a minute, you were so close to giving in."

"I'm not gonna play this game with you, you aren't some understanding man that protects his people, you don't care about how I feel. You take whatever you want."

"You obviously don't know me very well."

Y/n crossed her arms, watching him move closer to her. "Oh?" She asked.

He leaned in, his lips brushing her ear. "If I took whatever I wanted, I'd already be inside you."

Y/n's heart fluttered and her cheeks blushed red at the rasp of his voice. She uncrossed her arms and her hand instinctively pressed against his chest.

His height was intimidating as he towered over her, his scent invading her every time she breathed in, making her weak in the knees.

She looked up at him, their lips so close. Y/n wanted to kiss him, he was intoxicating. But she wouldn't give in to his charm or her desire...

"I-Im tired." She said.

Schlatt nodded and headed over to the dresser, pulling out a white satin nightgown. Y/n walked up and took it from him, her brows dropping.

"How long have you been planning to take me?"

He smiled, taking an oversized cotton sleep shirt out of the second drawer, and pulling off his current one.

"Since the moment I first saw you, Y/n. I knew I wanted you, I knew you were perfect."

He slipped the cotton sleep shirt on over his head, and kicked off his shoes. When he wasn't looking at her, Y/n took a good gander at him. The shirt was very low cut, revealing his chest. She could help the tingling between her legs when he caught her looking.

"I'm not sleeping in here." She said, her voice barely above a whisper.

He stood up straight, towering over her once again.

"It's all part of the deal, you stay and you're father is taken care of. And sleeping in the same bed as me is part of that."

She nodded, finally giving in. Schlatt went over to the window to watch the ships, and allowing her privacy to change. When he heard her slip into bed, he turned back and got under the covers next to her.

Y/n attempted to stay as far on her side of the bed as possible, not leaving a centimeter of space between her and the edge. She snuggled into the soft feather pillow, hoping to dream of being in her own bed.

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Morning

The sun shined into their large room, it's rays were warm and comforting compared to the cold chill of the stone walls that surrounded them.

Y/n stirred awake, a smile finding its way onto her face as she felt the warmth of-

Her eyes opened, finding herself snuggled into Schlatt's side and his arms wrapped around her. She looked up at him to see him gazing out the window at his beautiful kingdom.

She pulled her hand from his, catching Schlatt's attention. He looked down at her, raising his eyebrows and gently rubbing her exposed back.

"Good morning, beautiful."

"Why are you holding me?" She asked.

"You rolled over to my side in the middle of the night and you were cold so I pulled you close, and i guess I fell asleep."

"You guess, huh?"

Y/n got out of bed and grabbed her tattered dress from the table, "Is there a place where I can get a bath in this castle?"

"I'll have one of our servants bring in a tub." He said. "But, you aren't wearing this."

Schlatt took her old dress from her and pulled opened one of her many drawers. Y/n's eyes widened at the sight of a dark blue dress, with a hood, long draped sleeves, a brown ties criss crossed over the front.

"You wanna wear this one?" He asked.

Y/n hesitated, "I-I don't know..."

"I had these professionally made for you."

"How did you know my exact size?"

Schlatt took a deep breath, "You remember that old woman who visited your home two months ago? She brought gifts and measured you for the next time she returned?"

Y/n was shocked, "Those gifts were from you? And you sent her?"

He nodded, his gaze dropping to her lips as a knock sounded at the door.

Schlatt turned and answered it, it was an older woman in her sixty's at least.

"Sire, I have brought breakfast for you and the queen."

He opened the door and allowed her to walk in. She set a tray down on the table and caught a glimpse of the dress in Y/n's hands.

"Will you be needing help with your corset, your highness?" She asked.

"I don't wear a corset, I've always found them very uncomfortable. And you don't have to call me that, I'm no queen."

The old woman bowed and went to leave but Schlatt stopped her, "Could you have Francois draw the lady a bath?"

"Of course, Sire. Would you like it brought here?" She asked Y/n.

"I-uh..." Y/n looked up at Schlatt, he had a mischievous glint in his eye. She took this as an opportunity to see if he could keep his hands to himself. Without breaking eye contact, she gave an answer he wasn't expecting.

"Yes, have it brought here."

When the woman left and he had shut the door, he slowly turned around. "What are you up to, princess?"

"What do you mean?"

"Last night you didn't want to sleep in this room, and now you're willing to bathe in here?"

"Is there a problem with that?"

Schlatt grabbed a grape off the tray and slowly walked over to her, brushing it against her bottom lip. She opened her mouth and let him pop it in.

"Not at all, beautiful. There's nothing wrong with that...it was just...unexpected."

The wooden tub was brought in and set next to the window, a sheet was place inside and warm water poured in.

The servants left and Y/n stood close to Schlatt, eyes locked, his breathing was shaky as she dropped her nightgown and undergarments.

His hand moved out to touch her, but stopped. His fingertips were a millimeter from the soft skin of her hip, but he couldn't bring himself to do it, without her consent. He didn't want to lose her, now that she's warming up.

"Just yesterday you spit at me and you looked at me like you wanted to see me die, but now you're fully naked just daring me to touch you..."

"Why don't you?" She asked.

He leaned closer, "Your bath is getting cold."

Y/n smiled, backing up towards the tub and getting in. The water was warm and soothing, and Schlatt's gaze raked over her body.

She sat down, closing her eyes and tipping her head back to get her hair wet. When she opened them, Schlatt was next to the tub, sleeve rolled up and his hand was dipped into the water.

He brought it back up, holding a soapy sponge. Gently rubbing it over her shoulders and back, he started to go lower. Y/n's breathing got heavier when the sponge brushed over her breast, his thumb toying with her sensitive bud.

Schlatt kissed her temple, feeling her shutter as his hand dipped between her legs and his fingers found her clit.

"Schl-"

"It's okay, I won't hurt you. I just want to make you feel good, my love."

He rubbed tight circles against her bundle of nerves, drawing quiet moans from her. He smirked, feeling her legs shake as she gripped his arm.

Schlatt stood, stepping into the water with her.

"Your clothes!" Y/n gasped.

"They'll dry, don't worry about them."

He pressed a soft kiss to her lips, his heart racing when he felt her return it. Schlatt's fingers went back to massaging her sensitive clit, as he dipped his head and began sucking at her neck.

Y/n's back arched as he slid his fingers into her aching cunt, a desperate moan left her as he curled his fingers, hitting her G-spot.

"You like that don't you? You like your Kings fingers inside you?" He asked, nibbling on her sweet spot.

"I- ahh! Y-yes... please! Don't stop!"

"I'm not stopping, baby. Gonna make you cum over my cock."

He suddenly pulled his fingers away, chuckling at her pitiful whine. He removed his cock from his wet trousers and lined himself up with her.

"Hold onto me, princess."

Y/n wrapped her arms around his neck, splashing water onto the floor. She captured his lips with hers, their tongues dancing together as he thrusted into her. Y/n's head fell back as she cried out, breathing hard and gripping Schlatt tighter.

"There you go, I got you..." He whispered.

Schlatt started slow deep thrusts, the slide of his cock hitting every sensitive spot inside her.

"Mmm." She moaned. "You're s-so thick."

"I know, you gotta get used to it."

His thrusts picked up, he gripped her hips and buried his face in her neck. Y/n's moans fueling his arousal, Schlatt's fingers attacked her clit again, making the knot form in her abdomen.

"I'm close." She whimpered.

"I'm not done with you yet."

Schlatt hammered into her, kissing and sucking at her neck. Y/n's hands tangled in his wet hair, her orgasm approaching quickly.

"P-please- I gonna cum. Let me cum.... please!" She cried.

"Remember who your taking to." He growled against her neck. "I own you, little thing. You're mine."

"Y-yes, sir."

"Yes, What?"

Y/n couldn't hold back anymore she needed to cum, she let go of her stubborn attitude and let him win.

"Yes, My King."

A smiled spread over his face, "Cum for me, princess. Let me feel you."

She let go, her heat pulling him over with her. He gripped the edge of the tub, a low groan leaving his mouth. He sat back into the tub, pulling her into him and kissing the top of her head.

"I knew you'd warm up to me." He whispered.

Y/n giggled, placing a kiss to his jaw. His chops wet against her lips.

"You're still despicable."

THE END ❤️

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Deadly Locks (Detective! Daemon Targaryen x Female Reader) (Non Canon Au) (Dark )

Read Chapter 1 here // Series Masterlist

Chapter 2

Summary: Daemon tries to put the clues together to capture the barber killer. Amidst all the torture all you could think about is him.

Trigger Warning: Rape and torture, 18+ , smut, It's a crime thriller so there would be some squeamish dark stuff, read at your own discretion, mention of rape, assault and murder, Speeding and driving under the influence, Reader has long hair, Daemon's hair is up for imagination, Cigarette consumption, some geographical errors

Note : I changed the name of the fic

“How do you know her?” Daemon asked the man sitting in front of him. Pierce Madej was the last man on your call history.

“We teach at the same school” Pierce told him, he was a tall man, with fluffy hair and hazel eyes, you certainly seemed to have a type. He knew he'd have to keep his personal feelings away from this case, any mistake and he'd be taken off the case since he knew one of the victims.

“And you were calling her at 2 am to discuss grades?” There was a snark in his voice as he questioned the visibly nervous man in front of him.

“No it was her birthday, and..uhhh-”

“And?” He raised his brow as Pierce stuttered on his words.

“Well she had finally agreed to go out on a date with me and we were making plans and now she's uhhh—”

His eyes teared up as he thought about you which made Daemon feel conflicted. Did you like this guy? If yes then did you feel anything more for him than just attraction?

“Did she say anything in regards to being stalked or followed? Anything that stood out in the past week or so?”

“Yeah..well last week she mentioned very casually that she thought a vehicle was following her but she didn't seem very nervous about it–”

“Always have been that way..her own safety wasn't really her top priority “ Daemon mumbled under his breath so Pierce stared at him awkwardly,

“You guys will find her right?” he asked Daemon but didn't get an answer in response. Daemon wanted nothing more than to find you but he had reached a dead end again, the killer he was dealing with was too clever.

“Did she happen to mention the type of car she thought was tailing her?”

“Blue Honda i think.. ..she said it seemed very old and rusty as if it hasn't been serviced in a long time”

“Thank you for your cooperation ..stay in the city for a few days” he nodded as Daemon dismissed him.

His day only got worse when he was informed that a woman named Rebecca Malone who lived in the Holywood area has been missing since last week, she didn't have many people in her life and was used to missing work for days before so nobody really cared about reporting it until now. A lock of her hair was found near her residential area, two abductions in a span of a week? That seemed bolder even for him. All of his previous three victims were found a month apart from each other.

“There has been hysteria going on .. beautiful women in their early thirties are cutting their hair short”

Jake said to him which made Daemon chuckle in response.

“Well that's a smart thing to do isn't it?”

Perhaps what you should have done as well.

**********

You opened your eyes and for once there was light in the room and you weren't on the concrete floor but you were on a bed of sorts, your hands were cuffed, they were cuffed. As the man wearing a robbers mask leaned over you, you closed your eyes and tried to disappear in your head again.

“Did you bring it officer” as soon as Daemon entered your bedroom he found you on the bed, you had a very sexy lingerie on and you seemed very much in the mood. You had been begging him to bring the handcuffs home from work for days ever since he had been promoted to the police officer post.

“You're a very naughty girl, you know that?” He asked you as he took his official jacket off, he looked so good in the uniform, so strong, so magnetic, you felt turned on by him every time you put your eyes on him. That's not how he saw himself but you did, he was the prettiest man you had ever known, inside out.

“Well I haven't exactly been following the law.. officer” he smirked as you said that, you lifted your fingers up to shove aside the hair that fell on his forehead but he grabbed your wrist and handcuffed you immediately.

“Ooooh” you let out an yelp as he attached the other cuff to the bed post

“You have the right to remain silent mam” he mumbled playfully to get into the roleplay but there was a mischievous smirk on your face.

“Mmmmhmm..but i didn't really ask for the cuffs to use it on myself…officer”

Eyes stung with tears as you came back to your reality, you could feel the cold air hit your skin as there were no clothes on your body anymore and you could feel him slathering the lotion all over your skin. Again.

“Mmmm i love your skin..it's so soft..you take care of them don't you” his voice gave you goosebumps, you had read about him in the news, you knew he didn't have any good intentions for you and you definitely knew that he intended to kill you at the end, in a very inhumane and brutal way. The last time you struggled against him, he had made you bruise up from head to toe so this time you stayed calm for your own sake.

“Why are you doing this?”

“Why why why? You all ask the same question..I hate that you know” his voice came out all whiny, he took his clothes off but the mask stayed on his face, you couldn't see his face but you saw his eyes, hazel eyes, the little detail made you think of Daemon again but the man that was going to rape you wasn't the man you loved. He never would have hurt anyone like this.

“Is that your mother..that woman?” You asked him calmly and he started to laugh,

“Yeah my mother, i love her, do you like her y/n? Do you think she's nice? You have met her quite a few times i assume”

Quite a few times? You had met her twice while she came and sang you a creepy lullaby before she pricked a needle inside you to keep you dazed and confused.

“Not really”

His eyes flickered as you said that, a scream escaped your lips as he entered you with no warning, you were dry as you could be so the penetration really did hurt.

You wanted to hurl, you closed your eyes as he raped you until he was done with his release, you didn't even know how many days it has been but you had been through this two times already and you weren't sure how long he was planning to keep you. Once he was done he used a disinfectant to wipe you down from deep within, he didn't want to leave a single strain of his DNA on you,

“Who's the other girl ..I hear her” you mumbled between your tears so he chuckled,

“You do take it alot better than her..she screams and screams, might as well have to cut her tongue out” he gave you a smile that gave you chills “Or i send her in here..you could be besties with each other, do what girls do huh..Ask her to be quiet when I'm fucking her..that if she's willing to keep her tongue”

He untied your hands and picked up a long dress he had brought with him and dressed you up, it seemed old, perhaps it belonged to his psychopath mother. Then he dragged you towards the corner of the room to chain you up like an animal again.

After that he was gone, the lights went out as soon as he had left the room and you were forced to sleep on the cold hard floor again, your thoughts kept drifting towards Daemon, oh what you'd have done in the moment to find yourself into the warm and safe bed and in his arms.

You felt the weight on the other side of the bed so you turned around to look, he was finally home, ever since he was promoted he didn't really have much time on his hands and you missed him badly.

“Hey there pretty boy” he turned his head and gave you a smile, he seemed exhausted and you could smell the sweet scent of the body wash he had used in the shower.

“I thought you were asleep” he slipped under the duvet and got on top of you to kiss you sweetly,

“I was..but you woke me up”

“Ouch..sorry” you smiled as he said that

“Mmmm you're worth losing sleep for”

“Fuck I'm exhausted my love ..”

“I know.. sweetheart..you want to sleep?” your voice was a melody, melting in his ears like a symphony.

“I want to be inside you..i want to feel you all around me love”

You bit on your lower lip as he said that

“Mmhhmm?” You pulled his cock out of his trousers while he slipped your panties down from under your silk night dress, he moaned in your ears as you rubbed his length over your slit, coating the tip of his cock in your wetness.

He slipped inside slowly until every inch of his cock was stilled deep into you,

“Mmmm ohhh i have missed you my pretty baby ..”

“I love you so much..don't ever leave me” he whispered in your ear as his hips moved in and out of you slowly. His cock was hard and pulsing inside you but his demeanor was always gentle, he was so soft with you, not that you didn't enjoy it when he was rough but more often than not he was so delicate in bed with you, treating you like a queen and you loved that about him, you loved this man who seemed so tall, scruffy and intimidating but deep down was just a boy who needed love and plenty of it.

His movement halted slowly and then it stopped, and that's when you knew he had fallen asleep so you wrapped your arms around his neck which woke him up and he started moving again

“Hey stop ..you can sleep baby i promise..it's okay..it's okay” you cooed softly so he placed his head between the crook of your neck,

“Let me stay in please” his voice was pleading and it made you feel warm in every possible way.

“I'd love that”

You stepped out of your daydreaming as you heard the cries of the woman, she was probably in the room next to you. And then she screamed, as loud as she could. You pressed your hands up to your ears to ignore her wailing but it was in vain, you could hear everything that he was doing to her.

***********

“Mary I need a favor” Daemon said on the phone as he stepped out for his smoke break,

“I am at work Dae, you'll have to wait until the night” she flirted with him and perhaps he would have indulged her if it wasn't for the fear he was living in all the time. Fear of losing you. Fear of never being able to see you again.

Mary was a crime journalist in the Belfast news, he had met her a few months ago because they were working on a case together. One night she had invited him to her place to discuss the case but they ended up having drinks and sex instead. However right from the start he was clear to her about what he wanted, he didn't want a relationship again with anyone else, it wasn't for him, it wasn't going to work like it didn't work with you so their arrangement stayed sexual.

“Mary he has her..I need to find him..i can't –” he took a deep breath in to calm his nerves.

“What do you want me to do? This guy is like a ghost, all the suspects you had your eyes on are not him..he has no record, he leaves nothing behind”

“Blue Honda ..one of y/n’ s friend slash colleague told us that a week ago she was talking about a blue honda following her..it's weird..none of his victims ever mentioned that”

“Yeah because they're dead Daemon “

“But if that was the case at least one of them would have said something to their friends or family prior to the abduction.. none of them said anything about being stalked”

“Alright..what are you thinking then”

“I need to find that vehicle..anyhow”

As soon as he hung up the phone it rang again and it was his mother this time. Again.

“What?” He snapped at her as soon as he picked up.

“That's not how you greet your mother” he chuckled bitterly as he heard the response.

“Well I'm busy right now, do you need something?”

He asked her in a nonchalant manner and then she told him everything she needed from him. When he got inside he was told that your mother was waiting to see him. He wasn't in the mood to see mothers today.

“Daemon” she immediately ran towards him and hugged him, everyone around him stared at him so he pulled the weeping woman away from him and took her to his desk.

She was inconsolable which was given considering the situation. She begged him to find you before it would be too late, the thought of her daughter succumbing to the same fate as those other victims kept her up all night long. She didn't come here to see him as the detective who was handling the case but as the mother of the daughter who had been with him for five years. That was five years of birthdays and festivities that he had spent with you and your family.

She still considered him her family.

Around 10 at night when he stepped out of the precinct the press from several publications cornered him and probed him for information but he didn't have anything to tell them and even if he did he wasn't going to share it with them.

His mum had invited him to dinner and he needed to buy things for her before he could go see her so he drove towards the nearest Tesco. On the way out of the store a man walked past and bumped into his shoulder with an unwanted amount of force which resulted in him dropping the groceries bags.

“Watch out you rascal” he yelled at the man but the man didn't even look back at him, he just kept walking away. Daemon went down to pick up the bags and that's when he noticed the car that pulled out of the parking lot. Blue honda..rusty and unkempt..

He immediately ran towards the vehicle to get a better look but it was too late and he had already sped away, he didn't give up though, he got inside his car and chased the car but he wasn't able to keep up with it. The frustration he felt in that moment was indescribable.

“God dammit” he punched his fist into the steering wheel ..his instincts screamed at him that perhaps he had found the lead that he was looking for.

He went back to the store and looked for the CCTV footage but the killer had his hood up and a mask on his face, even his eyes were covered by glasses. He enquired about his purchase list and all he had bought was a woman's body lotion and a pack of cigarettes. Same ones he got for himself. The cashier wasn't alarmed by that because it was just one bottle. He was clever. Very clever.

He got the footage taken and sent it out for BOLO immediately before he went to his mother's.

She was at the door to hug him and as always he was cold in his response, he forgave her but he didn't forget what she had put him through all his life.

“Oh my babyy what did you do to yourself?” She asked him as she looked at his bruised knuckles but he just shrugged in response and stepped away from her to keep the groceries down on the kitchen table.

“I got everything you asked for..I'm gonna go now”

“No stay for dinner.. please..we will watch a movie”

He resisted the urge to roll his eyes as she said that but he obliged. After his father passed she was all he had in the name of family and then he met you. His scrappy girl, there had been a time in those five years where he took you for granted because he thought you'd always be there with him, maybe that's the mistake he shouldn't have made.

It cost him you.

*********

You cowered in the corner as the door opened again, the psychotic mama entered and she sang you a lullaby like she had done from the past two days.

“You need to stop him, he's your son, how could you let him do this to innocent people?”

You asked her so she gave you a sinister laugh and then she left, about an hour later the man entered with a tray of food and a bottle of water.

“Eat and hydrate, I need you to stay hydrated” he grabbed your chin and shoved a water bottle into your mouth so you had no choice but to drink.

“Daemon Targaryen..he's your lover isn't he?” Your eyes widened and then welled up at the mention of his name “Marlboro reds…this is what he got..was keeping an eye on him” he took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket to light one up. In a weird strange way the smell made you feel comforted. You closed your eyes and pretended that he was there with you.

“Can I get one?” You asked him so he started laughing in your face while he blew the smoke.

“It's not good for that perfect little skin you got” Your breath shuddered again as he reminded you what he was planning to do to you.

“What is it with you huh? Mommy issues?” your voice was filled with anger and disdain as you spat at him.

“Don't shrink me you fucking bitch” he brought the burning top of the cigarette right near your eyeball but instead of squeezing them shut you just stared right at it.

This couldn't have been your reality right? Once he was done smoking he made you stand up and took your clothes off before he placed you on your stomach against the wall, he doused you in a bucket of water and he scrubbed every inch of your skin with soap.

After drying your skin he did his routine, he covered you in lotion and then he raped you, you didn't scream ofcourse but she did scream.. again. The other woman he had been torturing, she screamed like you thought you'd have, that's the kind of person you had always been, that's why Daemon called you his scrappy girl.

Then where was the fight in you? Why had you given up so easily? You got up from the floor and looked around but the room offered you nothing but a bed that was out of your reach, you couldn't have done anything even if you tried.

********

“I knew you'd come” Mary smirked as she opened the door to a slightly tipsy Daemon.

“I'm not here to fuck..”

“Sure” she crossed her arms so he glared at her,

“I think he bumped into me on purpose”

“What?” She looked at him shocked as he said that.

“That fucking wretched maniac, he bumped into me on purpose, he's taunting me”

“Hang on Daemon..how do you know it was him?”

“I just know..it's an instinct, it's always been with me, how do you think i went from a traffic police to a homicide detective in seven years?” she gave him a smile as he said that. He surely was something, she couldn't deny the pull she felt towards him and she also couldn't deny the genius that he was in his field.

“What did he look like?” She questioned him as she passed him a glass of wine.

“Like a man, he's tall..he didn't turn around when I hollered at him..but I saw the Blue Honda..old and rusty”

“That doesn't mean he's the killer Daemon..don't get your hopes up”

“Geee thanks for the support I guess”

She placed her drink down on the table as stepped closer to him.

“You need to dial down on the emotions Daemon..you know you can't get your emotions involved –”

“I know that” he looked at her and they had a moment of silence before she leaned into him to kiss him, he was distraught and exhausted and a woman's touch felt nice so he kissed her back but then he thought of you, thought of you being scared and all alone, probably tied and hurt and whatever sexual frustration he felt was gone instantly.

“I can't..I just can't..not today”

“And why is that?”

“Don't ask me dumb questions darling”

“Isn't she the one that did a number on you?”

“Your point?” He glared at her as he pulled her way from him, he did despise you at times for leaving him the way that you did but he didn't hate you, he could never.

He went home that night and looked at every report, every evidence they had found on the victims and the site of the abduction, he surely was missing something but he didn't know what.

And suddenly it clicked. First victim Shonda beau was from Malone, Second victim Nyra Michals was from Ormeau, Third victim Dennis lived in The Holyland, Rebecca was taken from Holywood and finally you Edenderry

Perhaps he was reaching in his assumption but the initials of each area where he found his victims from made an incomplete word --

“Mothe-”

He knew where he'd find the killer next.

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FORGIVEN- Brian Otis Zvonecek

Summary: You and Brian haven't seen each other for months, distanced by pain and resentment, but the past comes back to knock at the door a night like any other (but not without the help of Brett and Joe )

Warnings : Mention of Panic Attack and past abusive relationships

17.30 PM

"For the last time, Sylvie: I don't intend to come at any double date with... her." It's been about ten times that Otis has told her this, yet his friend hasn't stopped pestering him since the morning.

"It's not a double date!" Sylvie replies "You are just coming to the the Street Food Expo  with me, Joe and y/n."

"And I bet it's a coincidence that we are four people and two of us are a couple and then there's me and y/n. If this isn't a double date..." He mutters, shaking his head.

"Come on," She pleads "if you'll come, y/n won't be hanging around me and Joe all the time but at the same time she won't be in danger being alone at home. You know, since she has broken up with that asshole, Marcus, he follows her everywhere. He has even stopped by my apartment a few times, we haven't opened the door but it was scary as hell."

Otis tries to ignore the painful pinch in his chest at the mention of Marcus and the fact that he is now your ex. He tries to stop the anger that boils in his veins at the idea that someone could even think of hurting you. "Right, and you can't ask anyone else?"

This is not how he wants to say it, he doesn't know why words escape his lips like this. "No Otis, I can't and you know it too. You were her best friends, you still are." He shakes his head again, Brett nails him with an accusing look. "Come on, I'm begging you. If you don't want to do it for her, do it for me."

And truth is, Brian would do anything for you.

He has already done it, everything.

He has tired to save you for two years from that toxic and wrong relationship you got yourself stuck into, getting a door in his face and a broken heart in return. When Marcus has forced you to choose one day, you've chosen him.

"I don't even like the expo" He replies but now he's already convinced to come and Brett knows it.

"Pick us up at half past eight, be punctual and..." "But I do not -"

"Be on time and wear something nice, okay? You never know what can happen" After lingering for several seconds and insulting himself with at least fifteen different offensive expressions, in fact, Otis sighs and gives up.

"Alright then."

"Oh thanks!" Sylvie throws her arms around his neck, euphoric

"Thank you, thank you, tha –"

"Let's be clear about one thing, though" he interrupts her without breaking away "first: you owe me a favor, and secondly... You are aware that if this is a move to clarify things between me and y/n it won't work, right?" Brett giggles in amusement, pulling away but still holding him by the shoulders.

"Don't worry Otis, this night is for me not for you."

And Brian doesn't know why, but when Brett leaves a strange feeling pushes between in his chest and throat, something like an itch that he can not soothe. "But if you still want her, I'm sure y/n needs you"

This perhaps makes him feel almost worse.

9.15 PM

Friday night is almost as sacred to you as Christmas to your mother. Although practically everyone thinks of you as a pub girl, you love to spend Fridays at home, on the sofa wearing only a tank top, bra free, with sweatpants, a glass of wine and Marcus by your side back during the good old days, when he still was the guy you fell in love with in high school.

There was another time then when your Friday nights - but also your Saturdays and Tuesdays - were the Mollys.

Brian, to be more specific.

Your Fridays has been Brian at one point. When with Marcus it was all ups and downs, all messed up and sad and pathetic, you have found yourself there more and more, with that sweet, nice fireman you had slept with once, during one of the many breakups with Marcus, and who then somehow had became your best friend.

A friendship you've always  paid dearly for.

A punch once. A kick in the ribs. A glass on the head yet another time. Every time Marcus has remembered that Otis was still  part of your life, it has gotten worse. And you have accepted everything, without saying anything to Brian, because you were sure that if he knew that what you were going through was somehow his fault - of his texts and his calls-  then he would have felt guilty forever and you didn't want to. Also he was going to kill Marcus, and you didn't want that too. He would have tried to save you. Indeed he did it to be honest, after two years of friendship, after two years of lies and subterfuge, after two years in which you swore you had left Marcus so many times.

"It's really over" but then you always came back to him and Brian could only watch you self-destruct in the name of your sick love, of a life you didn't deserve, a man who have convinced you that you're worthless without him.

And that's how you feel now: worthless and pathetic.

Brian has tried to save you, even putting Antonio in the middle and reporting Marcus.

He did it without your knowledge, while you were still unconscious in a hospital bed, after Marcus threw you down the stairs.

A concussion, bruised face, broken rib and arm. Even that wasn't enough to make you give up.

"I fell" You have said to the police, saving his ass again one time.

"You didn't have the right" you have yelled at Brian, later, with an IV still in your body. He couldn't look at your swollen and pale face, he couldn't touch your cold skin. He couldn't accept that the best person he knew, the only woman in the world from whom he had willingly accepted a friend-zone because he would have wanted you in his life in any way, the person he called at the end of every difficult shift and  knew how to calm him like no one else in the world, you, his precious y/n were a mess of bruises, tears and broken bones.

In his heart he blamed himself for everything, because he should have stopped it, he should have killed Marcus, he should have asked you out after your first -and only- night together instead of waiting days just to find you with him again.

He should have understood sooner that he was the right man for you, gathered courage and stepped forward.

Brian could not understand that you can't save someone who doesn't want to be saved.

"I can stand up for myself"

"Oh I. see it. Fuck I'm tired of finding you like this, I'm tired of standing still while you let that son of a bitch kill you."

He raised his voice and waved his hands in the air gesturing in a way that for some reason scared you and covered your face to protect yourself.. Your body instinctively reacted to the only thing it knew by now: violence and Brian looked at you with the biggest eyes in the world, scared of himself.. He brought a hand to his face, trying to hide how much that gesture of yours struck him, then he leaned towards you and gently as if you were made of glass, he embraced you.

It was the last time.

When you met again, Brian was at your door. When you met again, you had just discovered that no, he hadn't given up on the Marcus investigation and had continued to put Voight and his bloody cop friends in the middle.

"I did it because I'm your friend y/n fuck"

You opened the door just enough to see his face collapse as you yelled.

"Then maybe you shouldn't be. I don't need you"

It's been four months. Somehow you found the courage to leave Marcus when you saw him try to lay hands on Sylvie, one evening when she came by to see how you were doing. 

You've moved in with her, you've taken your life back in your hands . You've never seen Brian though.

"Hurry up y/n" Brett intimates.

"Take it easy, Joe will surely be late anyway" You reply, putting on your lipstick.

"There's been a change of plans," Syilvie says hastily, pulling on her black boots.

"Joe and Otis will be picking us up in a bit."

"When were you going to tell me he's coming too?" you scream, your voice  high-pitched, smearing lipstick in your cheeks in anxiety. You clean yourself quickly, so hard it feels like you want to peel off your skin and you try not to notice the way your heart has started pounding at the mention of his name.

You tell yourself that you can do it, that it's okay, that you're ready to see him again even if you know it's not true. For a moment a little voice whispers in you ear that you shouldn't go with them, but you can't: the idea of being alone still scares you.

"Please wipe that depressed look off your face" she begs.

"You know what's depressing? The fact that you have invited him because I can't be alone, at my age. It's all so absurd."

You shake your head, trying to smile

"Of all the people in the world you had to invite him? You couldn't invite... I don't know, Kelly? Dawson?" You ask, putting on your favorite jacket at full speed.

"Because he's your best friend and you miss him more than you care to admit and he's the only one you wouldn't be ashamed to tell what Marcus is still doing to you. Besides, I know he's the only one you could bear to spend some time with right now, he's special to you." she replies, bringing out the best of her innocent expressions, while you roll your eyes and just pray that it will end quickly.

You like less and less the fact that deep down you know how right Sylvie is: Brian Zvonecek is without a shadow of doubt the only person in the world who has managed to understand you, he was also the only one to touch the deepest strings of your heart when you thought it was made of stone after all the years with Marcus.

He has crushed your soul in a way no one had before and he did it with kindness and delicacy, without having to do anything more than be himself.

He has taught you to still believe in good people and in true love, the one made of caresses, of sharing, of sweetness.

You've figured it out too late and repaid him treating his like he didn't matter, like he wasn't important.

You know it's his greatest fear, being abandoned, being left behind, being less important to others, being the last wheel in the cart and you hurt him in the worst way.

No matter how much Sylvie and Joe keep telling you that it's not true, that in cases like yours it's a normal reaction, that Marcus has manipulated you for a long time, that Otis doesn't see it that way and that he will understand if you talk to him: you just can't look at his face now.

9.45 PM

"I still don't understand why I can't be in the front sit." Otis mutters, turning to look out the window at the Chicago nightscape.. It's just the beginning of the evening and he's already tired of the palpable tension between you two, he's tired of having to keep his head turned away because he can't bear the sight you, he's tired of feeling your eyes on him.

"Come on man. Sylvie 's my girlfriend it's normal that I make her sit here, Have you ever heard of gallantry?" Otis shakes his head. "Yes right, gallantry"

Sylvie turns towards you, she gives you a look to give you courage but you don't speak, you remain silent, you throw a few glances at Brian from time to time that he doesn't reciprocate and you are here, still, to torture your hands wondering if you should have stayed at home.

He hates you.

He hates you and you can't stand it.

When Cruz's car stops suddenly to avoid colliding with another car you are thrown forward hard. It's an instantaneous gesture, so quick, fast and natural that he doesn't realize it and maybe not even you. Not really.

In a second the fireman's arm is in front of you, as if to protect you, keeping you in your place, avoiding any kind of danger.

You don't even hear Joe and Sylvie's curses, you and Brian are still in your moment, still In the instant in which after so many months your bodies are touching again, and under layers of clothes you can both feel a shiver shaking your bodies .

"Everything Okay?" He asks, his voice shaking, realizing what he's just done. He withdraws his arm slowly, reluctantly. He hates to admit it, but he would like to stay like this forever.

This little contact, it seems enough for him and he feels like a fool.

A poor idiot in love.

You nod. "Everything fine?" You ask, looking directly at his face for the first time. You've missed his dark eyes so much that you can't quantify it in words, so much that the world exists only in his gaze and you wonder how you haven't realized before all this, how wonderful and big his eyes are.

How much you need his gaze on you.

He reciprocates with an intensity that scares you, that doesn't seem real. Marcus has never looked at you like that. Not even once.

Not even at the beginning.

Brian, he has looked at you like that all the time.

If he's still looking at you like that then maybe he doesn't hate you.

But then, as soon as he comes to his senses, his gaze returns hard, cold, distant, all hope is lost.

When the car starts again, he turns around and puts a distance between you two. The world is suddenly colder. He shifts his eyes to you, again and again, being careful not to be noticed.He thinks you are beautiful. He thinks you're beautiful and you seem better off without that asshole.

He can't help but be happy about it.

"It's going to be a long night," Joe murmurs softly.

I'm sure of that too, Otis thinks, still looking at you sideways.

He's never been lucky with love, of course, but with you it's something that goes beyond love, beyond friendship, beyond everything. Something he can't describe or name, but still hurts terribly

10 PM

Brian doesn't hate y/n, at all. He could never, not even when you  have decided to cut all ties. What makes him angry is never being able to fully understand you.

You are a mystery, even though he knows you so well. One second you're a strong and independent woman, the best he knows, the most talented, the liveliest and nicest, the next you're Marcus' puppet, silent at her side, submissive, afraid and dull.

Sure, it's not your fault, but he can't help but get angry to see how you let an ordinary man shut down someone as amazing as you, it angers him to know how little  respect you have for yourself to think you deserve something like this. No matter if it's over, Brian will carry this anger with him forever maybe.

Brett goes out of the car, clutching Cruz's arm, announcing that they're going to go for a walk on their own.

"No" You say instinctively. "I mean, I thought we were supposed to be together." You continue then, hoping you haven't offended Brian.

"We need to discuss something, then we'll catch up with you" Brett replies winking at Otis and walking away before he can reply.

Cruz doesn't know if his friend has the  strength to do it anyway. He is confused and upset to have you here again, Joe knows this and isn't entirely sure of Brett's plan.

"You're crazy" Joe whispers.

"They both need it, I can't take it anymore"

"You realize we're pretending to still be together just for them, Sylvie, you're crazy"  Joe shakes his head.

"it's crazy that those two don't talk to each other anymore"

Brian watches you, the way you bite your nails tense, the way you move your knee, and bite your lip. You are agitated and something more: scared. "Everything Okay?" He asks, his voice hoarse.

"Yes, yes, don't worry, it's just that I haven't imagine a night like this"

"And how have imagined it?" He asks. You shake your head, smile just letting your hair cover your face red with embarrassment.

"I didn't expect to see you Bri, I wasn't ready"And he almost wants to yell at you that you drove him away, and he doesn't need to talk. You know the face he makes when something makes him nervous, recognize it and remain silent. "I think we should go" he says he points to the stalls.. He starts walking then he stops and turns to you.

"I knew you'd be there, but it doesn't make it any easier"

You nod. "I'm sorry, I'd give anything to..."

The words dies in your throat.

"Me too y/n" he replies, hinting for the first time a smile under his mustache that you like so much.

"Come on, let's go get something to eat" he whispers.

You walk behind him.

It's not all solved, but it's a start and for now it already seems almost a miracle.

10.15 PM

You see him everywhere, it takes your breath away.

Marcus is in every shadow, in every man, in every corner and you can't help but tremble with every step you take. Your hands are shaking, your legs are limp and you're breathing hard but you don't want Brian to notice.

Marcus is in your head, just in your fucking head.

"Do you prefer ketchup or barbecue?" Brian turns to you, wallet in his hands, an almost serene expression on his face. It takes you a while to answer, to understand. You remember that you're at the hot dog stand, that everything's fine, that you're talking to Brian and Brett and Joe will be back soon and it'll be even better.

"I ... Nothing" You whisper, your voice trembles, your eyes move from side to side looking for something that can justify your fear, the shiver down your spine.

"You sure? Oh girl that's fool" He comments, giggling. You place a hand on his clutching wallet.

"No Bri, there's no need"

You don't want him to pay. It's not right.

"Look, it's okay. I'm still mad at you, but I'm also happy to be here and it won't make me broke" You don't even smile, you keep looking around you and you feel the air getting heavy, almost oppressive.

"Dude" One of the guys from the truck intervenes."Watch out for your girlfriend, she doesn't seem so well" Otis doesn't bother to say that you're not his girlfriend, he gently pushes you out of line as soon as he realizes you're shaking like a leaf and looking paler than ever.

He hates himself for not noticing it sooner.

"Ei ei y/n, what's going on?" You shake your head.

"it's nothing, it's All Right"

You can't tell him. You can't reopen this wound. Brian would freak out, look for Marcus.

What if... If he is really here?

He would put himself in danger for you, you know he would. You can't let it happen.

"I just need some air" You move away but Brian, quick as lightning, grabs you by the arm.. The gesture takes you back in time, where the hands holding you are not those of the fireman and they are not delicate at all but mean, cruel. You stiffen and Brian realizes it without you having to speak.

He seems to read your mind, he's always been good at it.

"Sorry" he whispers.

"You didn't do anything Bri. I'm not made of crystal, you can touch me"

You start walking again trying to erase the fear from your heart and he stops you after a few seconds, looking you up with his big dark eyes as if the whole world dependeds on you and you alone.

"Don' t look at me like this"

"Tell me what you have then"

You feel the tears tingling in your eyes when yet another shadow takes the form of your ex and feel your chest tighten and you want to die.

"Why? Damn Brian you should hate me! Stop worrying about me, I don't need you"

The man looks away, his jaw clenched and his brow furrowed.

You realize what you've said:

I don't need you.

You take a step towards him and try to grab his hand.

"I...I didn't mean...I" And you wonder how it's possible to mess it all up again so easily.

Otis' hand trembles in anger under your fingers.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..."

"I will never stop worrying about you okay? I've tried and I just can't! It would have been wonderful to do it, to forget about you in a hospital bed bacause of that son of a bitch but there isn't a single, fucking day that I don't think about it and there isn't a day where I don't wonder what I could have done to stop it. And God, there isn't a day that I don't regret not making you fucking leave him earlier. For months I've spent every fucking second wondering how you were doing. So no, it's not about you. It's me. I, I need to know. Tell me what's wrong with you." He raises his voice but Brian doesn't scare you.

Come on, he's different and the way he looks at you... he's not angry, not really, it's something different and maybe worse: disappointed, desperate, scared even.

Terrified of realizing how his life depends on you.

"I see him everywhere" You confess in a faint voice, looking at the ground.

"I see Marcus everywhere and I'm terrified that I won't be able to figure out when he's really there and I'm scared of him, and I'm with you and he hates you so much and I'm scared he might hurt you. To you and the others and me.... I just want to erase him from my life but he's everywhere no matter what.

I left him he's everywhere and he'll never stop" Brian pulls you to him without thinking about it, as if months haven't passed, as if not a single day has passed. He squeezes you tight, you melt into tears with your face against his chest, sobbing like a baby.

"I'm sorry for how I behaved"

"Shhh it's okay, it's okay I know, I know don't worry I'm not angry. I swear it's okay"

He kisses your hair, kisses your forehead and every piece of skin he can reach and you've never felt as much at home as with him now.

"Marcus isn't here, and even if he was I wouldn't let him get near you, ever" This is exactly what scares you, but you don't say it, you don't have the strength.

"I don't deserve it" He shakes his head. "No, you don't deserve it. But I would do it anyway, even if you were the worst person on earth. And you're not" You smile as he slides his fingers through your hair.

"I think that Brett and Cruz have abandoned us"

"Actually, I'm kinda cold and I've never finished Galactica you know? " You confess.

He laughs, just moves away from you.

"You're so full of surprises" He fixes your hair and dries your tears with his tumb.

"Wanna go home?" He asks."

"No, I...God I don't know. I...I want to be with you. It doesn't matter where." You reply. You don't wanna rush things. The smile he gives you is priceless, you would spend hours looking at him like this, perhaps all the rest of your life if possible. You only care about him, the way he gazes at you and is so close, the warmth of his skin and the sparkle in his eyes.

I love you, you think.

I love you, Brian.

The realization falls on you like a Boulder. How can you only notice now?

It has always been so clear.

"Oh, seriously?" Laughs Otis "So how about we take a Taxi?" You nod smiling.

"As I said I need to finish Galactica"

"But you hate Galactica"

"But I love you"

#chicago fire imagine #chicago pd imagine #chicago fire otis #otis chicago fire #brian otis zvonecek x reader #brian zvonecek x reader #otis chicago fire x reader #brian zvonecek imagine #brian otis zvonecek #brian zvonecek #chicago fire fanfic #chicago fire x reader #otis x reader #chicago fire #kelly severide x reader #jay halstead x reader #chicago med x reader

[youareaperfectdarling]

LET ME HAVE YOU!

Fuckboy Leon Kennedy au

I have been crazy about this for a while now, but with any story my mind gets much worst

He is so much smart that how him looks ... But it isn't smarter than you

Reader with hafephobia (phobia to be touched) and erotophobia (phobia of having sex)

Fuckboy Leon Kennedy x reader

... This is not how I thought my first day here was going to be

But here it is... my new roommate laying next to me while he is totally naked... nice view but

Why don't we remember how this happened?

After your first month in the University everything was ... Kinda new , you have been pretty away from your family but it's nice having those little calls or visit , really! , the University it's preparing you for the ✨ adult life ✨. . .

If you could say so because you have a shity roommate!, this bitch hase being a pain of ass!

During all those Three months . this bitch haven't done anything for the department... anything!

She didn't clean the dishes that she promised to or the floor, the table , her own clothes, your towels (you didn't even wave her permission to use they) , she ate all the food , stole your money, and you can't sleep because you can hear her having sex with random guys of the school

But it's just your roommate , she hasn't to do everything in the apartment, you get that ,

BUT THE AUDACITY! OF PROMISE THAT SHE'LL DO IT AGAIN AND AGAIN ITS ONE OF THE REASON WHY YOU DECIDED TO MOVE

After a week of beg and beg finally the school hase give you permission to move to another room (just because another student wanted too)

Now someone could think that you just overreacted

But they don't know what happened last week

you just enter to your apartment, the clothes of your roommate are all over the place, the place stinks because the dirty clothes and the rotten food on the kitchen the plates are just disgusting one of them even have mold

You are just to tired of all the classes, homework and visits to you family

XxxXX~ xxXx~

"... Ugh..."

Now that!, wonderful! Another random guy... if it's one

You start to walk to your room, thinking wear your headphones and put some music while you do yor homework until

The door it's open , and with each step you can hear the moans and whimpers louder and louder

You start to feel your clothes touching your skin in the most disgusting way , don't close your eyes... it'll just do it worst

The air around you starts to be heavy while you move close to your room

Some tears fulling your eyes... breathe, at least try to!

Now the door it's in front of you , your body feels so heavy... so much heavy , a feeling of throwing up it's all you want to focus on, but now it's to late to try to forget this

Slowly your hand touches the knob

Stop shaking!, stop sha...

XxXX~

You open the door, And all you can see is your roommate sweating, her body it's laying on your blankets and pillows, staining all of it, another body behind her , holding her close and close

The vomit it's now on your throat

"h-hey!, I thought you weren't coming! , I was.. we was waiting for you" she says trying to not roll her eye for the pleasure

"..." You don't say anything, looking at the middle of her forehead

"so?, what do you say baby?~" she is moving closer to you

"are you interested? , c'mon baby" *her hand it's trying to touch your cheek*

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"so , all it's done?" You asked softly

"yeah, here's your key , and this is the direction of your new apartment" a lady said happy

"thanks... is the... person on the apartment knows about the change?" You asked while you take your key and the paper with the direction

"of course, I sent him a message a few days ago, don't worry about it" she says while she looks at you almost with pity

"I hope that you can feel safe there" she says while she smile a little bit

"me to..., anyway thanks and have a good day...?" You said while you stand up , ready to go , even after a week of taking to her to find a new place where you could life... You don't remember her name

"Betty, and yeah, have a good day y/n" she says while she looks at you

You smile a little bit and start to walk to your apartment

A ver cómo es este nuevo día...

Part 2 . (⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.)

#yandere leon kennedy #F!Leon Kennedy #yandere scenarios #leon kennedy x reader

[mdhwrites]

Why Hasn't Anyone Corrected Me On Luz Intending To Tell Her Friends She Was Staying?

It has been a real sticking point for me with For the Future that Luz never told her friends, nor intended to, that she was staying in the Human Realm. It was the final nail in Lumity's coffin in my opinion because not only was she letting Amity go off to die, she was ghosting her at the same time. It still made Luz's morality look entirely dead. Like she was a monster who never cared about any of them.

Which, I mean, is still mostly true but it's a little? better now? Because yeah, at the end of the video diary, as a quick blip, she admits to planning to tell her friends that she plans to stay. It's even a scene I'd definitely already seen but somehow EVERYONE who has seen that claim, either here, on my Twitter or on my Discord NEVER caught it. And that does change the context, little as it may.

Because you know... Luz still is deciding that, despite blaming herself for it, she is willing to let EVERYONE die. Because the Collector is a small GOD. What she saw as she ran would be reasonable cause to believe that at least most of the Isles is dead and that there's no way of stopping him. So, instead of like in S1 when she would actually, you know, fix a mistake that she made, she decides to stay. She claims it's learning from her mistake but her 'mistake' is idiotic at best and hardly justifies the idea of completely abandoning her friends to their fate. It would justify asking someone else to lead, to make choices instead of her but uh... That never crosses her mind, does it?

In fact, her friends or the consequences of this action don't seem to cross her mind. She doesn't talk about how this means breaking up with Amity. She doesn't talk about how this will make it harder for everyone, who has planning with the idea that Luz would be there in mind, to actually face the threat before them. How this means never seeing Eda or King again. Nothing that someone who actually cares about the consequences of her actions should be taking into account with this.

It's why it only changes a little. The morality of this is still AWFUL and she's STILL not thinking about what she's doing in a wider context which is theoretically part of what she needed to learn from reasonably trusting someone who seemed nice enough and was in need of help, let alone because she needed his help as well. But despite that being her excuse, she's not learning. She's running. The task ahead is really fucking hard, unlike pretty anything she's done before (remember how in S1 the Conformatorium bent over and begged for help from this human girl who'd had magic for like a month and a half? And one of her glyphs for like a week at most?) and so fuck it. She's staying home with her mom.

And that's also why she goes because when her mom says she's going, it's either go or be homeless for Luz at that point. There is now no way for her to avoid her mistake and fix it. Even when she does go though, her goal is to save Eda and King. Once that's done... She's gone. And word choice here MATTERS. Her compromise isn't "Fine, I'll fix my mistake and save everyone and then leave." It's "I'll save the people I care about and then fuck off and leave." If they were both dead, she'd just turn right around and go, regardless of the fact that all of her friends ALSO HAVE FAMILIES HERE.

Seriously, why the fuck was she written like this? You had only three specials to write for but you're still making basic writing choices that are baffling from a character perspective. Unless of course, the point IS that Luz doesn't care about anyone else. That she is selfish and self serving. Camila doesn't even argue about that or bring up anyone else so what the hell Camila!?

So no, it doesn't fix that Luz's angst arc ruins her character. Period. There's no coming back from writing off an entire world as dead to you. No coming back from only caring about yourself and not even acknowledging your friends or partner and what they're trying to get back. All that matters is her. It still paints her as someone who is just not wanting to bother with all of this anymore and start fresh again, just now back in the human realm.

This sort of shit happened all the fucking time after S2A and the shortening doesn't explain away small dialogue changes that could have kept how likable Luz was in her character while still getting the plots they wanted. Instead... It really just feels like they didn't care and so Luz doesn't seem to care about anyone.

And yet in the end, she is only ever rewarded so... Fuck you got mine I guess.

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This caused some issues with the blog I'm posting in the morning and so I've now finally watched, of my own volition, more than Twitter clips of For the Future. Making that now all three specials of S3. I'm even bothering to just watch this one just because it is the one I'm most in the dark on and reacting on my Discord.

I have a public Discord for any and all who want to join!

I also have an Amazon page for all of my original works in various forms of character focused romances from cute, teenage romance to erotica series of my past. I have an Ao3 for my fanfiction projects as well if that catches your fancy instead. If you want to hang out with me, I stream from time to time and love to chat with chat.

A Twitter you can follow too

And a Kofi if you like what I do and want to help out with the fact that disability doesn’t pay much.

#the owl house criticism #toh critical #toh #luz noceda

[oh-my-damn]

However, power imbalance wise, it's gross if he does that. Like if it is real and they're in love then there is some parts of it, at its roots, thats rotten. Bc he does not at all seem invested in her life, her hobbies, her personality. It's all been adapted to fit him and his needs.

This is part of what makes it so weird because he has always said he doesn’t like when a girlfriend adapts to his life. He has said he likes when they have their own thing going on unless maybe that’s why he chose someone that lives in another country ? He can just get rid of her when she adapts too much 🤷🏻‍♀️ any way you look at this thing it is the opposite of almost everything he has said he doesn’t like the only exception is being in control.

Soooooo many of you sent me something along the lines of this

I'm going to say this once and delete the others bc I understand why you all refer back to this but once I tell you this, you will no longer be doing that lol

Guys.

Have you not realized that we basically cannot trust anything he's ever said in an interview that painted him in a purely perfect light?

We've all found out more real shit about him in the past 4 months than in the last ten years, like the facts are staring you in the face.

I am willing to bet, without double checking, that he has not said that in an interview since either, before he dated Jenny, or since he left Marvel.

Because he hasn't said that he wanted a bossbitch/independent woman in a very, very long time. The interviews I remember them from are old, we're talking 2011-2015 MAX. But perhaps @nancydrewwouldnever knows something about this, I could be wrong.

The one thing I do know though, is how he talked about relationships and partners this last November when SMA came out. And an "independent strong woman with her own life and opinions and goals" does not fit that description. AT. ALL.

SO MUCH of what we think we know/knew about him were lies, fed to us by the Marvel machine bc they wanted us to believe him as Captain America. It's not true. He isn't real.

That family man who wants to get married and have kids and settle down and all that jazz? Maybe some part of him is in there.... But so is the narcissistic mama's boy who loves to go out and hook up routinely with young girls, the one who primarily does fuckbuddy situations and smokes a lot of weed and who says that if he hadn't become famous what he would have done with his life is "nothing."

I beg you all to look at back at all those interviews, with what we know now, and see them for what they are. So many of them are literally lines he's being fed (which is also why its the same lines over, and over, and over again.)

I understand breaking up with the idea of him is tough which is also why I wanted to write this. I don't blame anyone for believing in that person or him etc still. But lets stop using examples from his past interviews at this point, the only ones I would trust are the ones that are crazy (like the one where he got the interviewer drunk and she slept over at his house) or where he's not portrayed as americas golden boy (like the esquire 2020 interview).

#mandy answers #mandy rants #chris evans #the real chris evans #cevans #CE fandom #chris aint real #he aint steve #lol

[krikeymate]

Yess! Thank you for the delicious angst. I feel like we need so,e Tara hurt and comfort after the attack with Sam panicking holding Tara’s hand in the back of the ambulance, the video of the attack going viral. Core four at the hospital. Kirby adapting into her angry protective form and tracking down the assholes who did this, Gale going out her way to cover up the video of tara getting hurt, protecting Tara and Sam and preventing her traumatic moment constantly in her face.

Part 1.

They take Tara away. Sam begs them not to, but the police officer holds her back. It makes her panic, she begins to struggle in his grip, and one of the paramedics makes him let go. She still won't let her see her sister, standing in Sam's way and putting her hands on her shoulders. She tells her to calm down and to breathe, but how can she breathe if she doesn't know if Tara is alright?

Sam doesn't calm down, and the paramedic shares a nod with the officer, then there's a hand on her back and a prick on her arm, and then things begin to feel a little blurry. She sags forward, legs unstable, and the officer hurries forward to grab her under her arms.

"It's going to be alright ma'am," he reassures her, "your sister is in good hands." He sounds young, naive, like the world hasn't broken him yet. "I'm sorry about all this, but we just need you to calm down. You were getting in the paramedics' way. I'm gonna sit you down in the back of my car here, and we'll wait for you to calm down a bit, and then we'll take your statement, yeah? Then I'll take you straight up to see your sister, how's that sound?"

"Fuck you," Sam mutters, scowling. The officer doesn't take it to heart, giving a cheery "alrighty then," and helping her to the backseat of the squad car.

~

They didn't get what they wanted. There was no confession, they didn't even have a chance to fight back and make themselves look bad. It was pathetic really, maybe they shouldn't have gone in so hard. They should have thought about it really. The footage just makes them out to be the aggressors, the bad guys, harassing and attacking two girls. This won't get them what they want. Some of his brothers and sisters are already expressing doubts. They're weak-willed, convinced by a few fake tears. He'll need to remind them of what they've done.

They thought they could get a confession from the little sister, but it's clear she's been brainwashed, she'll never say a word against her sister. Or maybe she's scared, maybe the others are right, maybe all they need to do is get her away from her. Then the truth can be revealed.

~

Someone leaks the footage, too disturbed by what they saw. This wasn't what they signed up for.

~

Gale's just settled down for a long night of editing when the video crosses her feed (she wasn't procrastinating... just, taking a break). Her phone is in her hands within seconds of it starting, ringing and ringing and going straight to voicemail. She can't get hold of either of the girls. The twins it is.

They say they're on their way to the hospital, they don't know what happened, just that Sam called them from the back of a police car, asked them to meet her there.

Gale tells her that she'll join them. She calls Kirby on the way.

~

Sam doesn't explain anything to the crowd of her family, leaving an overwhelmed police offer behind. He'd only wanted to check on the girl, to make sure she was ok. He was new to the job, fresh out of the academy when things went down a month ago. It stuck with him. Now Detective Reed is grilling him. She's more than a foot shorter, and so much more terrifying than anyone he's come across.

~

While Sam's been stuck narrating the events for a statement, Tara's been in surgery. She had internal bleeding, the doctor tells her, but that it's all been fixed and she'll be right as rain. Oh, and also she has a grade 3 concussion. She'll probably be confused, he says. She may even have some memory loss, he says. He says a lot of things, but Sam can't focus on any of it, too busy taking in the sight of her baby sister, battered and bruised on the hospital bed, through the window.

He finally stops talking and Sam gets to enter the dark room. The blinds are drawn, and she's careful to shut the door quietly, despite her urgent need to be at her side.

"Hey," Sam whispers, pulling up a chair and perching on the edge. She takes Tara's hand, watches as her head flops on the pillow towards her.

"Sammy," she murmurs, smiling tiredly at her. "Missed you."

"I missed you too, sweetheart," Sam replies, her heart breaking in two. She lifts her free hand to Tara's face, to stroke along her cheek, and push her hair behind her ear, desperate to provide any small pieces of comfort she can. "How are you feeling?" It feels like a stupid question.

"Mmm ok," she mumbles, "sore. Better now that you're here."

"I am here, I'm sorry it took so long babygirl, I wanted to be here."

"I know."

Tara's eyes are beginning to droop, her blinks becoming longer. "You can sleep sweetheart, I'll be right here, no one is going to get to you, I promise."

"I know."

#/mp #ask box #Scream #Sam Carpenter #Tara Carpenter #my writing tag #topic: medical #-hospitals #-after 6 #don't @ me about legality and logistics of dr*gging someone idk their laws #i think i've accidentally made a cult storyline lmao #i didn't quite meet what you asked for. sorry!

[lhecxzsaisgay]

Drunk - Scarlett Johansson

Angsty all the wayyyyy

: aren't you enough?

~~~~~~~~~~

"Am i not enough?" You ask, more to yourself than to Scarlett, who is Infront of you, begging for forgiveness, trying to find any valid reasons as to why she was seen out, drunk in a club, kissing a girl you barely knew.

~~~~~~~~~~

You don't know what you did wrong, or all the things that you've done for her was just not enough to make her be contented with you.

That night was supposed to be your date night, she's been so busy for a long month, and yesterday, you both had decided to have a date night. She insisted it, not you, but you're more than happy that she finally had time for you.

She said she was just going to the set to fix something with her co-workers, and that she'll be back within an hour or two.

1 hour.

2 hour.

3 hour.

4 hour.

And so on, she's still has not came back. Your favorite restaurant, where she had called in for a reservation, called you, asking if they should just cancel it. You beg them for another hour or two, but even within those hours, Scarlett hasn't came back, so you just gave up.

You were all ready, you were wearing the dress she had bought you last summer, saying you would look like a goddess wearing it. You put your best make up on, making sure that you are as beautiful as ever, only for it to be ruined.

You already change into a more comfortable clothes, but you still have your makeup on.

Mascara running down your cheeks, mixing with your salty tears as you look at the screen of your cellphone. The sobs and whimpers that your red lips let out filled the air. With shaky hands, you called her, Scarlett.

Scarlett, who decided to get drunk with her friends, and got seduced by someone. Scarlett, who completely forgotten about the date she promised you. Scarlett, who forgotten about everything that she promised you.

"I promise, i won't hurt you, like they do."

"I promise to treat you better, and give you what you deserve."

"I promise....I promise....I promise...."

She broke those promises, just like how she broke you heart.

~~~~~~~~~~

"Please, baby-" She tried to talk, but you won't let her. You don't want her to talk. The pictures, and the things she did that night is enough to for you.

"Don't baby me, Scarlett. I did everything, EVERYTHING, for this relationship, i didn't complain about how you're always busy, about how close you are to almost ignoring me, i didn't complain to you about the date nights you had missed, i didn't complain to you when you want me to do something, i didn't fucking complain to you when you left me alone in a restaurant, just because you have to do something. I fucking love you with all my heart, Scarlett, and i know you know that. You promised you will never broke my heart like my ex's did to me, you promised me that you won't fucking hurt me." You let out, sobbing as you did so.

She tried to reach out for you, not having anything to say, because she can't find any words to say to you. Guilty rushing through every veins she has, her heart shattering as she watched you cry, with your shaking body infront of her.

She didn't want any of this, she didn't even know how it got to this.

"Please, im sorry, im sor-" She once again, tried, only to fail as you push her hands away.

"You're sorry will not change anything Scarlett, what's done is done. And im fucking done with you, i don't want to be just you chore-"

"Don't say that, Y/n, you're not a chore-"

"Well it feels like it, im done Scarlett. If im not enough, im sorry, but im so tired with this one sided relationship. I'm sorry if didn't gave you what you wanted, im sorry if she gave you something more than i do."

You're not done.

You want to fight, and clearly, she wants too.

But you're too tired, and she's too scared that if she does something, it might hurt you more than you already had. She wanted to give you some time, and then she will explain and apologize to you, even if it take you many years to forgive her, she will still continue and do everything, but you left.

[bandedbulbussnarfblat]

Jealousy

Six months.

It's been six months since he left Night Island and Armand. Six long, grueling months. He's missed Armand with a desperation he didn't know was possible. Has thought of calling him up, time and time again, just to hear his voice. That sensual, mesmerizing voice. Pure sex, that voice.

Daniel hasn't done it yet, because he doesn't trust himself. Even if he says he'll only call to hear his voice, he knows how it will go. Armand will ask where he is, Daniel won't want to tell him but eventually will, then before he knows it there will be a cab waiting to take him to the airport. It's a familiar dance, one they excel at.

Fuck, but he misses him.

Doesn't matter, he tells himself. He has Alice now. Alice with her bright wit and easy smile and sarcastic edge. Alice who he loves wholly, even if they haven't been together very long. She's a good girl, the kind he could see himself marrying. He wonders what Armand would think of that, of him loving someone else. Would be be jealous? Would he fly into a rage?

Does Daniel want him to be jealous?

(Yes, yes, yes.)

Armand once told him he could have all the mortal lovers he wants, but he was forbidden from being with another vampire. They had fought over that, over Armand thinking he had the right to tell him what to do. It had been ugly, ending with Daniel in tears. He had threatened to leave Armand, to leave and never return. He can still hear Armand's voice, ringing in his ears, “You think you can leave me? You'll be back. There's nothing for you now, Daniel, except me. You know that.”

He'd been so angry he struck him. Of course, it didn't hurt Armand. That had hardly been the point. It was the gesture that mattered. Armand had been so enraged he'd slammed him against the wall and fucked him stupid. Daniel had been an incoherent mess after, barely able to stand and crying from over stimulation. Armand had kissed him, so gently, and explained “You're mine. I love you, Daniel.”

That hadn't been the night he decided to leave. It was merely one of many he made empty threats to go, only to have Armand ensnare him and prevent him going. What was his life without Armand?

If the last six months were anything to go by, fucking miserable was what it was. The only bright spots were Alice and her easy presence. Nothing with her was violent or extreme, but soft and simple.

(Boring, lacking, not enough.)

If he were honest with himself, he missed the turmoil. Missed the screaming matches, the frantic sex after they made up, the way everything felt so intense all the time. Armand was like a drug; and Daniel was addicted. The best high he ever had. Even without the blood.

But he's clean now, has been since he met Alice. He wants to be good for her. Be the kind of man she deserves. Be better. Armand has seen him at his worst, makes him his worst. Alice is different. She's stable and secure and fiercely independent. She doesn't need him and sure as hell doesn't want him to need her.

Armand practically demands it.

He isn't going to call. He's not.

That night he dreams of Armand. It isn't unusual, but tonight, Alice is in the dream. It's a familiar scenario, Daniel screwing someone and Armand watching. Armand likes to watch, sitting out of reach, looking cool and disaffected while Daniel begs for him to join them. He doesn't beg in this dream. No, he takes Alice on the bed of her small apartment while Armand leans in the doorway and watches. Except this time, he comes closer and his eyes are on Alice, not Daniel. It makes Daniel uneasy.

Alice whispers she loves him when she comes and Armand's lip curls ever so slightly. He reaches out a hand and winds it in her messy hair. Pulls her up and off him. Snaps her neck, lightning fast. Drops her to the ground. Her dead, glossy eyes stare up at him, frozen in fear.

Daniel wakes with a start. He supposes he knows the answer to whether Armand is jealous. His chest is burning and he frantically fumbles for the body beside him. Alice makes a protesting noise and curls away from him, still sound asleep. He breathes deeply, trying to stay quiet. Doesn't want to wake her and explain why he's all but having a panic attack. He waits to make sure she won't wake and carefully climbs out of the bed.

It's a short walk to the small kitchen where the phone is. Daniel yanks the phone off the wall and dials Armand, hands shaking furiously. Remembers it's long distance and hangs up before the first ring. Can't have Alice wondering who he's calling at four in the morning. Calls collect and waits for an answer. The first ring isn't even finished before Armand picks up. “Yes, Daniel?”

“You son of a bitch. You wanted my attention, you got it.” His voice is shaking, he's so angry.

“Calm yourself, Daniel. You sound upset.”

Daniel slams his fist against the wall. “Don't tell me to calm down, you bastard. What, you can't stand to see me happy so you torment my dreams?”

“Daniel, I don't know what you mean.”

“Liar,” Daniel spits viciously. “Admit it. You'll torture me forever won't you?”

“Torture? You know I'd never bring you harm, Daniel.” His voice, calm and even. Like he didn't just send the most fucked up dream Daniel's way. All to get his attention because Daniel had dared move on.

(Or tried to move on. But there was no moving on from Armand, was there?)

“Tell me what's bothering you, Daniel. Where are you?”

Daniel laughs hysterically. “Like you don't know.”

“You give me too much credit.”

Daniel darts around the kitchen door to make sure Alice isn't up. She's a heavy sleeper though, and he can hear her faintly snoring. “I met someone, and you just couldn't stand that, could you? So you send some fucked up nightmare to get my attention, and fucking idiot that I am, it worked.”

“Ah, you've had a nightmare. Would you like to talk about it?”

“Stop pretending, you asshole,” Daniel's voice is thin and thready. He needs to calm down, before Alice wakes and sees him in such a state. “I love her, you know.”

“Do you?” Disbelieving, but indifferent. If Daniel wasn't so used to their disagreements, he'd not hear the faint thread of anger underneath.

“Yeah, you jealous bastard.”

Armand sighs. “Daniel-”

“That's what this is, right? You being jealous? Or did you just miss me?”

(Miss me, miss me, miss me.)

“Of course I missed you. I always miss you when you leave. Why do you keep running away?”

Daniel presses the phone tighter to his ear and leans his forehead against the wall. Armand misses him. It shouldn't feel like winning, but it does. Probably means he's fucked in the head.

Six months of not hearing Armand's voice. Six months and one 'I miss you' and he's spiraling. His chest feels too tight, like he can't breathe or swallow. His mouth feels dry. “Not running away. I left. For good.”

“Yet you called.”

He has him there.

He should hang up. Yes, he's angry about the dream with Alice, but he knows Armand won't really hurt her. Not if Daniel loves her. That would inadvertently hurt Daniel, and he wouldn't want that. At least, he thinks so. He isn't sure what Armand is capable of. The man is a monster.

“I'm hanging up now,” he says, and doesn't hang up. He feels paralyzed, sick to his stomach.

“Did you miss me, Daniel?” His voice is like velvet, smooth and perfect and so, so familiar.

(Yes, yes, yes. So much it hurts.)

“How can I miss you, when you won't stay out of my head?” Daniel asks, anger draining from him. He just feels tired. Tired and worn down and wanting.

“If you think of me, Daniel, it's because you want to.”

Liar. Daniel doesn't bother with accusations. Knows Armand will only deny it. “I should go.”

“You didn't answer my question, Daniel.”

Daniel takes a shaky breath. Why bother lying? Armand always knows. “Yeah, I miss you. That what you want to hear?”

Armand makes a pleased little sound. “Come home, Daniel. I have everything you need here. Come back to me. Anything you want, it's yours.”

Tears well in his eyes, but Daniel blinks them back. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Calling Armand was a mistake. “Yeah, okay. Just for a visit, not to stay.”

“Whatever you like, Daniel.”

Daniel inhales. Exhales. Swallows down the rising lump in his throat. “I gotta go before she wakes up. See you soon.”

“Goodbye, Daniel.”

The dial tone rings in his ear. Daniel goes back to bed, and doesn't sleep.

In the morning, he tells Alice he's chasing a possible lead for a story and that he'll be gone for a few days. She kisses him goodbye and wishes him luck, not suspecting in the slightest.

He'll end things for good this time, for her. He will. He just needs to get Armand out of his system. Just one more time to say goodbye. Only a few days and he'll be back for good.

If he says it enough, he almost believes it.

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read it here on ao3

#interview with the vampire #daniel molloy #armand #daniel/armand #fanfic

[famousaft3rdeath]

six months later and i'm not dead yet.

things have gotten better, then they got worse.

in the span of half a year i have started antidepressants and gotten off them, ended my relationship and went back to it, cut myself and let it heal, then cut myself again. it's all cyclical. everything changes and everything remains exactly the same.

i think i'll be like this forever.

my experience with antidepressants has taught me nothing except that nothing changes. i will never change. for better or for worse.

i don't mean personality-wise. obviously, as people age, their personality changes. their likes, dislikes, and so forth. i mean me. i will never change. the insecure, vengeful child inside me. she will always be there, fucking me over. i wanted to die on antidepressants and i want to die off them. what's the damn point, then?

unsurprisingly, my relationship is not going well. i've become my mother, i think. not bitter, not resentful, just uninterested. i don't want to be around him. the little quirks he has that used to be endearing are now just irritating. his little habits. his forgetfulness. his thousand yard stare whenever i try to talk to him about something that requires more emotional intelligence than that of a hamster. i love him in a distant sense, like how one talks about a long-lost family member. in theory, not in practice. i do love him, i just don't really like him. i know it would be better to break it off. i tried to, though, and he cried his way out of it. he begged me to give him another chance. to let him try again. to give him a chance to change. and he has. he has treated me well, never looked at another woman the same way he did her, checks up on me, lets me talk about the tiny things that piss me off. but still, nothing. something changed in me when he slept with her that i don't think can be repaired. i'm not angry about it anymore. truthfully, i don't care. i look at other men the way he looked at her. there are multiple i know that, if asked, i would sleep with and have no second thoughts. it doesn't make me feel nearly as guilty as it should. the guilt is a subtle thing, nagging at me in the back of my head. i wouldn't say that i feel guilty, though. the guilt is just there. i can't identify any reason i don't want to be with him anymore. other than her, obviously. but she's been talked about to death. there's nothing i feel about her or them that hasn't been said. there's nothing more to say, and yet it still poisons the way i think about him.

there's another guy. which, after dealing with what i've dealt with regarding him, is either completely surprising or the direct opposite. he's nice. he's a partier. he's a little dangerous. i don't completely trust him yet. i don't think i want to. he seems like he has a side that i maty or may not like. i don't know that i want to know him that well, though. i've done the whole baring-my-soul thing and look where that's gotten me. bored. apathetic. tired. he's new, and fresh, and exciting, and dangerous. i like that a lot more. i don't plan on ever telling him. he doesn't need to know. and is he finds out and breaks up with me, that makes my life a lot easier. it's a terrible outlook. it makes me a terrible person. maybe that's okay, though. it truly no longer bothers me. i don't care about being a good person anymore, i just want peace. freedom. a release.

i have felt for the last few weeks like i'm drowning. most of the time when people say that, they mean that they feel as though they're kicking and screaming, trying anything to get out, but the waves are just too strong and they aren't strong enough. i feel like that sometimes, but it's mostly a calm drowning. like drifting off to sleep. like giving up. drowning must be a terrible way to die but i can imagine when one accepts that yes, it's happening, they are drowning and they will die, that it's beautiful. like an embrace. a total comfort that relief is soon approaching, all you have to do is breathe. the breathing is, of course, the thing that kills you. but in the moment, maybe it's a breath of peace. it's awareness that everything around you is rising, and the pressure on you is building, and there is no one around to save you. and it's acceptance of the fact that you will not make it out alive. and it's a breath.

maybe that's the point i'm at: just accepting that i will not make it out of this degree alive. people ask me about my 5 year plan pretty often. the answer used to stress me out. i would stay up all night just to plan and think and prepare for life after school. but i don't feel that pressure anymore. i have no solid plans to die at the moment, but something inside me knows that i will before i walk across that stage. i couldn't say what makes me feel that. it's not a nerve-wracking, impending sense of doom, oh my god this is literally going to kill me, feeling. it's just calm acceptance. i am going to die before i graduate. simple as that.

i'm trying to keep people from getting under my skin. it isn't going well. people just irritate me. maybe it's a reflection of my attitude toward myself or some bullshit like that. or maybe it's just that people who choose to base their entire career and personality on something as selfish as music are typically assholes. i did, and i'm totally selfish. music has always been deeply personal to me, but it has always been selfish. performing is just a scythe for validation. it used to make people like me. at least pretend to for a moment. it's the one thing i'm good at. but i only got better for the validation. and i don't get that anymore. suddenly, i'm not the only one with a pretty voice. and i have to fight tooth and nail to be seen as anything other than a stepping stone. and your options are to give everything you have to this fight, or get squashed under the heel of another.

i got squashed.

[budgerigorous]

Concrete problems

Fatigue, increased appetite, depression caused by new medication started in the last three months (it's an SSRI, which treats anxiety but worsens depression for me)

Dad's care needs escalating (can't use toilet alone, can't identify when he needs to go to the bathroom, incoherent/disorganized speech and aphasia, constantly agitated, hallucinating, crying, fiddling with and breaking things, sleepwalking, pacing, infrequent inappropriate sexual comments that are very distressing to me)

Issues with Mom (she doesn't listen to me, depressed, defensive, secretive, no friends, financial issues, leaves trash and dirty dishes/clothes/diapers lying around, stonewalling, suicide threats)

Money (lmao)

Friend has cancer (I can't commit to supporting her in person)

Work (not that bad, secondary or tertiary problem, but I don't have the energy or the cognitive capacity to handle what is objectively not that difficult or stressful an environment)

On Friday a rich client flipped out on me and made me cry

I've taken to fantasizing about dumping my obligations on others and making them panic as they realize how much I've been doing, or dumping explicit descriptions of bad things that have happened on people who I perceive as luckier than me and making them feel bad, and it's unpleasant. I don't like feeling resentful and hostile for no reason.

I feel helpless because I've been fighting for more than a year to change this situation; begging my mom to let me help in certain ways or make certain decisions; trying to make her understand that it's not just that I don't want to keep handling my dad's care in the way that's convenient for her, I can't without having a mental breakdown, and also in some ways I physically straight up can't -- and she hasn't listened or done anything until now, when it's too much for her.

I know that I should be focusing on feeling less overwhelmed, but I wish I could just stop everything. I'm tired of building resilience. I've thought about suicide every day for the past two months.

#diary entry: a new tag that is for diary entries

[kecharacosplay]

Currently Feeling Like The Worst Person Alive

Rant post ahead, skip if you don't like sad/angry pouting.

This is my beautiful princess, Tonks. She's about 7 years old and is the most pampered baby I've ever had. She's also my first long-term cat, as before I'd only fostered a few.

She's always been a bit delicate, specifically regarding her health(little colds all the time, possibly allergies), but never anything serious...at least until the last year or so. A few months ago, she got a hematoma(swelling of the ear) that required a cannula(drain tube/surgery), and these past few weeks we've been dealing with a combination UTI/ear mites situation.

Luckily at her checkup, the ear mites seems to be taken care of, although the UTI came back after getting back from the appointment(was worried she had a blockage this time, but the pee -did- come out eventually, just took her a few tries).

So you may be wondering why I feel like a horrible person because of this? Well, it's because she also has shitty teeth and needs a deep cleaning/possible extraction...but of course it's going to cost over $700 dollars. Those who know me, and maybe those who don't can probably guess that I don't have that kind of money. I had to beg help from my parents just to cover the antibiotics/checkup(about $200 including vet fees for current issues, nearly $400 last year for the cannula).

I feel horrible because they've told me a few times over the years that her teeth weren't great and she'd probably need to have them cleaned. And because of the cost, I just keep putting it off, hoping that someday things would turn around financially and I'd be able to get her the help that she needs.

This has not happened yet...but I'm still hoping. She hasn't really been eating much the last few weeks, possibly because of the stress of medicine/appointments/uti pain...but her shitty teeth probably cause her pain every day too.

So here are my options:

1: Commissions: My primary source of income, and preferred method if I'm being honest. Cosplay costumes, dresses, purses, hell I've even done a few plushies now. If it's sewn, I can probably make it, and I use Paypal mostly(invoicing system allows for payment plans), but I also accept CashApp, Stripe, and a few others I can't remember. You can contact me about this in any form you wish. Tumblr message, IG, FB, email, anything except phone call(I don't have a 'business line', just a personal phone).

2: Patreon- I don't post newd stuff, but I do occasionally do tease things, but only for the higher tiers. I have a whole bunch of stuff planned to add to this if it ever actually gains traction, but for now I just post a set of pics(cosplay/casual/sometimes boudoir) once a week.

3: Donations- My least favorite, but possibly has the highest potential? I don't use GFM because they are greedy bastards that abuse the shit out of desperate people, so instead I use Ko-Fi(and CashApp too I guess?) If you don't wanna pay monthly, and don't have the funding for fancy-custom-made garments, but still want to help, this is the way to go. I also have a handful of digital patterns here as well, which I guess is a way to donate while still getting something back.

Sorry this griping ended up so long. I like to type when I'm extra frustrated and depressed, and I know Tumblr isn't the best place for money-raising, but I honestly just don't have the energy to attempt building a following anywhere else. I've been on IG for 8-10 years and still haven't hit 500 followers, so I just don't think I'm one of those people that flourishes in the spotlight.

Still, for the sake of my sweet little princess(I also have a dog with recently-developed seizures, and the other cat Cirilla is fine on health but just recently added to the bills with vaccine updates), I will keep trying until my dying breath.

#personal #begging #cat #commissions #help needed #desperate #I also have other crap happening #but the health of my kitty is the only thing I really care about right now

[david-watts]

I cannot live in this place anymore I’m going to go feral and live in the woods

#I just can't. #firstly my laptop was nearly knocked onto the floor it was teetering on the edge of my bed by my m*ther #and by the way my laptop was near the middle she had to have come over to my side looking for something #and she'd have had to notice but no!!! #'why aren't you working' it's sunday I need to sleep because the dog kept me up all night #and also I want some energy for spending eight hours or so in an environment that's not exactly pleasant #and then I broke a dvd case that was on loan from the fucking library #that she just left on the floor in a spot that should absolutely NOT have anything on the floor #I get in trouble for having tissues not even on the floor just in a pile for me to deal with later. #and then she dumps things on the floor! and it's fine! #I hate this mostly because it hurt #it's been months and she hasn't done anything I have begged her to do #fix her machine #take me to the doctors because I can't afford it on my own and also she won't let me make my own appointments #it's all 'no everything's fine you just need to be at uni!' #and won't let a single word in about why uni isn't where my fuckign priorities are #I need a new box of tissues but I can't do that because replacing the old one is a fucking jigsaw puzzle I can't do most times #it's just take your medication and ignore the constant yellings of things I didn't fucking do #that happened last night

[favoniuscodex]

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.

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