#Younger shadow would explode with rage

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Happy Thanksgiving 🦃

Past Maria 💙 and shadow ♥️ moments I drew 2 day ago.

(Another Maria design I did.)

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Appearances (Oneshot)

[ canon • Aemond x little sister • female ]

[ warnings: incest obviously, fingering, smut, angst, sexual tension, obsession, mention of arranged engagements ]

[ description: All Aemond cares about is the recognition and attention of his younger sister, but she seems to ignore him and shun him, driving him to an ever-increasing state of withdrawal and dark, grim agony. Something inside him snaps when his grandsire announces that it is time to marry her off. Sexual tension, understatements due to lack of communication, obsession. ]

This oneshot has its sequels: Experience & Refinement & Sacrifices, but can be read as a stand-alone story.

My other works: Masterlist

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It seemed to him, though because of this his throat squeezed in pain and rage, that his little sister was simply afraid of him. He couldn't explain her behaviour otherwise – the way she quickly looked away, meekly lowering her eyelids adorned with her long, dark lashes, playing with her fingers in a nervous gesture as she met his gaze.

She was the only one who didn't have their pearly white hair, the only one who didn't have the eye colour due to the gods.

Even when she witnessed his duels with Criston Cole, when she could see how much he had changed, how skilful he was in wielding his sword, defeating him again and again, she did not congratulate him – she turned and left the square, no longer bestowing even a single glance on him.

Confronted again with her wordless rejection, he thought in the back of his head that she was disgustingly ordinary with her dark hair and eyes inherited from their mother, that she could be the daughter of some commoner walking up to his knees in the mud feeding his pigs.

However, his great annoyance usually lasted only a moment, after which he went back to his state of despair.

He didn't follow her, wanting to spare himself this humiliation and discomfort, feeling his heart twitching in rage, in shame that he so desperately desired her attention, a few words of recognition, one warm look.

He saw her one morning through the window speaking to her servant, gesturing vigorously and laughing pearly, joyful; he thought with regret that she was consorting with people who might take advantage of her, who cared only about her position.

That if she were his he would protect her from them.

She would be safe.

She was so careless, innocent, wise and naïve at the same time, looking at him with those big dark eyes of hers when someone in her presence annoyed him, begging him with her gaze not to explode.

His tongue was like a blade, cutting anyone who approached him – she knew this and was afraid to open her mouth in front of him, imagining for sure how cruel his reaction would be.

He didn't know how to explain to her that he would never hurt her, his sweetest little sister, his greatest joy.

He watched from the distance like a cool, sinister shadow as her fingers intertwined with Helaena's, stretched out side by side on their armrests during supper, observed her leaning towards her with a sweet smile, whispering something tenderly, from which their older sister giggled quietly – there was something mythological in these scenes, making a shiver run down his spine.

He knew that they sometimes met in her chamber and even slept together, confiding in each other about their feminine affairs that were beyond his comprehension, however, he couldn't stop the feeling of burning jealousy that filled his chest when he thought of how he wished it was him she visited at night.

He thought then of how tender he would be towards her, how his arms would enclose her warm, delicate body in his tight, firm embrace, protecting her from anything that might frighten her.

He imagined how wonderful she would smell, her oils teasing his nostrils constantly, sweet and intense – looking at her figure seated next to him he felt the need to bite into her flesh like a ripe fruit.

He thought she would taste like a peach.

When at last they had finished their conversation and her beautiful, soft hand reached for her cup her gaze finally met his – her plump, glistening lips parted slightly, as if the intensity of his gaze frightened her, her breasts quivered in quick, shuddering breaths.

He felt what he saw in his breeches, his length all swollen, demanding her closeness.

Wanting to keep her attention on him he lifted the platter with her favourite dish, sweet cinnamon pie filled inside with apples; he saw that she blinked quickly, her cheeks flushed at the realisation that he knew she favoured them.

He watched her swallow with difficulty, her trembling hand set her goblet aside – his manhood throbbed hard when their fingers brushed in the air as she took the silver platter from him. She lowered her gaze, embarrassed, her sweet, plump lips parted to whisper a quiet, barely audible thank you.

He leaned back again, looking at the pleasing profile of her face, her long eyelashes gleaming under the warm candlelight, a drop of sweat on her skin shimmering like a small diamond ran down her neck.

Gods, how he craved her.

He wanted to touch her, stroke her shamelessly exposed back with his large hand, rough from holding the hilt of his sword, and dig his fingertips into her warm, smooth skin, with a subconscious gesture proving to whom she belonged, that she had been his right, his delight and his duty since she was born.

Why didn't she realize this?

He watched with a squeezed throat as she took a piece of pie into her mouth, the involuntary lick of her tongue with which she brushed her lower lip focused all his attention.

The thought that this fleshy lips could in the same way clench around his painfully swollen cock, suck it and squeeze it, barely able to fit it in with her sweet cry of effort.

He grunted, looking away, feeling his length twitching and pushing against the tight material of his breeches.

She didn't look at him again that evening, absorbed in a discussion with their mother and grandfather as he drank Dornish wine, staring dully ahead, its tart aftertaste melting on his tongue.

"I spoke to your mother about the importance of slowly deciding on a suitable candidate for your husband, my love." Began their grandsire with his eyebrow raised in satisfaction, directing his words to his younger sister, who froze in mid-motion – he saw that her hands, in an involuntary reflex of terror, clamped down on the material of her gown.

She remained silent.

"She's still too young, for god's sake." He hissed out feeling rage like a burning fire pulsing through his veins. He grew hot and took another quick, deep sip from his cup, an uncomfortable silence fell around him.

Otto grunted, turning with a creak of wood in his seat, his fingers stretched out and clenched into a fist on the table top in front of him, apparently wondering why such a sudden and aggressive reaction on his part.

"I understand that as an older brother you feel responsible for her safety, however, she is now of the right age and has begun to bleed, and that's why…"

"Father." Muttered their mother, looking at him pleadingly, clearly not wanting him to bring up such intimate and sensitive topics at the table, moreover in the presence of other men.

He saw out of the corner of his eye how his sister dropped her gaze, her dark eyes shining from the tears of shame that had gathered under her lids, her brows arched in pain.

If she had only asked him to marry her he would have done so at once, freed her from this laughable obligation that her marriage to some mere lord would be.

He felt his jaw clench at the thought that no one would ever love her as devotedly, dearly, warmly as he, her blood, her protector, her brother.

"In the coming months, we would like you to meet a few candidates we consider worthy of your hand." Concluded their grandfather, taking a deep sip of wine from his goblet; he felt rage filling his chest when he saw that his sister merely nodded her head, accepting her fate without a word of protest, looking down at her plate.

He got up from the table, bitter and furious, leaving the hall without a word, unable to look at her, once again letting his anger take over him, accusing her in his mind.

Her lack of reaction, her lack of opposition, when it was so obvious that her husband could only be him, him, him.

He walked into his chamber, undoing the buckles of his tunic, throwing it angrily to the ground, remaining in only his chemise and breeches. Although he did not usually do so, he reached for the wine jug and poured himself a full cup, grabbing it and sitting down with it in the chair by the fire, tilting his head back, letting out loud sigh.

He shuddered when he heard a quiet, tentative knock on his door – he ran his hand over his face, guessing it was his Queen, as usual wanting to be his voice of reason, to come to him with her stoic calm, explaining to him why he had to accept the responsibilities that faced their family, including those standing before his sister.

He didn't feel like having this discussion, however, he acknowledged with reluctance that he couldn't dismiss his own mother.

"Come in." He said coolly, staring into the flames.

He heard the creak of the door opening and closing a moment later – he glanced involuntarily over his shoulder and froze, feeling his heart stop in his throat at the sight of her, beautiful, teary-eyed, her face all flushed red with pain, her fleshy, plump lips parted in a hastened breath, her brow arched in pain.

"Lēkia (big brother)." She mumbled out with difficulty, choking on her own tears – he stood up at her words looking at her with eye wide open in shock, driven by some sudden emotion, moved that she had come to him as he had always imagined she would, vulnerable and desperate, seeking refuge and a reassurance in his arms.

"Come closer, hāedar (little sister). Come." He whispered softly, extending his hand to her in a gesture of encouragement; she moved tentatively towards him, looking up at him with her wonderfully dark, large eyes, tear drops glittering on her lashes like little stars.

He parted his lips and swallowed loudly when her smooth, warm hand touched his, thought with tenderness that compared to his she was so small, so fragile.

When he dared to lift his other hand to her cheek she twitched, wrinkling her eyebrows, breathing loudly, distrustful like a maiden who was afraid of a stranger's touch, simultaneously craving his closeness and fearing it.

He breathed quietly as she let his fingers touch and run over the wonderfully soft, firm skin of her pink cheek, her eyelids closed for a moment, a quiet, sweet sigh leaving her lips.

"Are you afraid of me?" He asked in a calm, low, trembling voice, ashamed of how scared he was of her answer, of her rejection.

She looked at him surprised – her lips parted in astonishment as if she didn't know what to reply to his words, her quivering fingers touched his hand stroking her cheek.

"I fear your harsh judgment, brother. It seems to me that my person often arouses your frustration and impatience." She muttered in shame, lowering her gaze; he felt a squeeze in his throat at her words, not believing what he heard, what she confessed to him.

I am afraid of your harsh judgment, brother.

It seems to me that my person often arouses your frustration and impatience.

How could she think so? Was his eternal desire, his suffering so expressed in his gaze, his facial expressions, his gestures?

Did she perceive his rage at the lack of her closeness as his constant displeasure at the sight of her?

He was horrified by how deep the misunderstanding reached – he didn't know what he should do to fix it now, to reverse it, he ran out of words that could describe what he felt.

How glad he was that she was standing before him now, that she trusted him, that he had adored her from the moment she came into the world, cherished her with a love that was warm, tender and devoted, that he believed she had been born to be his, his sweet joy, his beautiful little sister.

He swallowed loudly, parting her plump, fleshy lips with his thumb, looking at her in emotion, feeling a painful tightness in his throat.

"My sweet sister, where did these words come from? How could I feel anything but adoration towards you?" He asked softly, feeling her whole body quiver at his words – her mouth parted involuntarily, letting his thumb go deeper, between her puffy, sticky lips.

Something changed in her gaze, dreamy and warm, from which he felt heat in his chest and lower abdomen, her fingertips digging into the skin of his palm.

"Ivestragī umbagon issa (let me stay)." She whispered in a trembling, uncertain voice, and he felt his breath caught in his throat, his manhood throbbed aggressively in his breeches at the thought that she wanted to stay in his bed, in his embrace.

His surprised silence made her lower her gaze, ashamed, apparently panicking at the thought of what she had suggested, of how indecent it was, surely thinking that he would now despise her.

"Very well." He muttered quickly, not wanting her to leave his side.

She lifted her hopeful gaze to him and nodded, swallowing loudly, her cheeks pink with emotion. He rubbed his thumb over her wet skin and leaned over her placing a tender, lingering kiss on her forehead, her wonderful scent filling his lungs again.

He took her small hand in his, guiding her towards his bed, sitting down on it with his face towards her, letting her stand over him and decide what would happen next, looking at her pleasant, girlish figure.

It seemed to him that she had no idea what they were doing, whether it was right – he could see thoughts and doubts running across her face, fears of what would happen if their mother found out.

"Come. Do not fret. Your big brother would never hurt you." He whispered in a voice trembling with emotion – he was hot, his heart pounding like mad in his chest, he felt butterflies in his stomach, a sweet delight of satisfaction spread through his body.

His words emboldened her; she stepped closer to him, standing between his thighs, breathing loudly. He sighed and closed his eyes as she took his face in her soft hands, stroking it for a moment with gentle, slow movements that made his throat dry up; he felt with horror that his cock was completely hard, all swollen and throbbing.

In a gesture of desperation he snuggled into her abdomen, clasping his large hands on her back – he heard her surprised gasp, her hands froze upwards for a moment before they began in a soft, calm motion to stroke his head as if he were a small child.

He closed his eyes, snuggling into her body, the material of her gown pleasantly delicate and soft; he could feel her flesh throbbing from beneath it, her womb that could swell with his inheritance, his dragon seed that could root deep inside her if only she noticed his devotion and love, if only she understood that they had always been destined for each other.

He clenched his fingers tighter on the material of her gown when he felt her lean in, enclosing him in her embrace – his face was locked between her shoulders, her womb and her breasts, enveloping him in her warmth, her hands running down his back with such tenderness and gentleness that he closed his eyes, wanting to focus only on that feeling.

"I am terrified, lēkia." She whispered softly, her breasts trembling in a broken breath – he moved away to look at her, his hand cupped her soft, warm cheek.

"Marry me, issa dōna rūklon (my sweet flower). Marry me and I will protect you. I will caress you, adore you, hold you in my arms, I will give you everything." He said in a quivering, low voice, placing the emphasis on the last word, so final, direct, betraying how desperate he was.

She looked at him for a moment, shocked, her lips twitching in disbelief, in terror and something else that shone in her dark eyes, but which he did not comprehend.

"You don't have to do this. Sacrifice yourself for me." She mumbled with a blush of shame, as if she thought his suggestion stemmed from his logic and tactics, from helping her not to leave her home, rather than from his feelings.

"How much longer do you want to torment me? Shall I fall on my knees before you and beg?" He asked resentfully, pain emerging from his throat with every word he spoke – her eyebrows arched in disbelief, her breasts began to rise and fall rapidly in accelerated, ragged breathing.

Her face expressed that only now did she realise what he meant.

"Marry me, brother. Marry me and never leave me again." She whispered so quietly that he barely heard her – they looked at each other with wide eyes, not believing what had just left their mouths, flushes of shame and doubt burning their cheeks.

He shuddered and drew in a loud breath as she placed her hands on his shoulders and climbed tentatively into his lap, startling him completely – he felt a jolt of heat, his cock so hard that he felt like it was about to explode.

All he felt was a squeeze in his throat and the heavy pounding of his heart when her soft fingers gently grasped his hand, her face blushing with embarrassment, a sigh full of arousal escaped her lips as she pulled her gown up, slipping it slowly between her legs.

They both opened their mouths wide and gasped loudly, surprised apparently at how intimate and shameless this sensation was – he thought in disbelief that she was leaking with desire, her hot opening pulsating restlessly under his fingers, her hand pressing them harder against her quivering flesh, eager to feel him deeper.

"− please − please −" She whimpered, breathing loudly, looking at him pleadingly with her dark eyes full of tears. He stared at her in shock wondering if it was possible that he had made a mistake, that he had misjudged the situation, that contrary to what he thought, she was reciprocating his affection.

His lack of hesitation, his fingertips that dug into her fleshy, hot womanhood surprised her so much that she squealed and hopped up on his lap – he put his free arm around her and held her in place, not letting her escape.

"− easy, little dove − shhhh −" He hushed her, his two fingers sinking into her plump muscles, collecting her moisture that leaked from her thirsty, throbbing core. He stared at her, seeing the expression on her face indicating that this experience had shocked her, sweet, soft moans erupted from her puffy, glistening lips, her hips involuntarily began to move to the rhythm of his hand.

"− that's it − let me take care of you − brothers know what is good for their sisters, don't they? −" He hummed low as if he were speaking to a small child and she only nodded, clearly having trouble concentrating. He sighed in pleasure as she wrapped her arms around his neck, her moist, sweet lips pressed against his in a sticky, loud kiss.

He murmured into her mouth with delight, thinking with awe that indeed her skin felt like the flesh of a fruit, wet and sticky to the touch, his fingertips teasing her bud hidden between her folds. He could feel her bouncing in his lap and trembling all over, quivering in his arms as his fingers roamed around that spot, their breaths raspy and loud, full of desire.

"− y-yes − right here, lēkia − mghmm −" She babbled in between their messy, saliva-wet kisses – he dared to slip his tongue between her plump lips answered by her sweet purr of pleasure, his hand all soaked with her juices, his long, slender fingers digging into her skin in circular, sure strokes.

"− just like that − soaking wet for me − issa dōna hāedar (my sweet little sister) −" He cooed in delight, feeling his swollen length pushing impatiently against his breeches, thinking only of how wonderful it would be to feel her, to watch his fat cock open her wide, her tight folds glistening from her moisture.

"− mhm −" She hummed between passionate, deep, ferocious kisses, a combination of their lips, teeth and tongues licking against each other.

She tilted her head back and moaned loudly as his fingers slowly made their way inside her, exploring her throbbing, swollen core – his thumb rubbed her her pearl, his fingertips searched intensely for the spot he'd read so much about in books, and when he found it her walls began to clench around him in convulsions, a pathetic whimper escaping her lips.

"− o-oh gods, brother, yes, please, please, please −" She mewled desperately, clasping her hands in his long hair, rising and falling on his fingers with a loud click of her moisture – he grasped the nape of her neck with his free hand and pulled her close, forcing her lips, swollen from his caresses, to join his in sticky, hot kiss.

"− come on, little one − I can feel you are close − thaaat's it, there we go −" He gasped out into her throat when a powerful shudder ran through her body, her moans of delight erupting from her mouth again and again as her hot muscles began to clench greedily around his fingers, sucking him inside, his hand all sticky with her fulfilment.

He was panting loudly along with her, cuddling her quivering body, thinking of how wonderfully warm and fleshy her insides were, how perfectly she would squeeze his cock once he could possess her whole, his sweet wife, filling her to the brim with his seed every night.

He intended to perform his marital duty with passionate devotion.

"− such a good girl − you did so well for me, dōna hāedar −" He praised her, wanting to reassure and soothe her, stroking her soft hair, pressing her face to the hollow of his neck, his hand between her thighs cupped over her pulsing, moist womanhood.

The smell of her wetness, of her flesh, of her sex filled his entire lungs, so lewd, ungodly and wonderfully carnal – his mouth placed involuntarily little butterfly kisses on her beautiful face, her eyes closed, her lips slightly parted in delight and disbelief, her hands clenched on the material of his chemise.

He grasped her fingers in his and lifted them to his lips, kissing them with tenderness and reverence as his other hand stroked unashamedly her plump bare buttock hidden beneath the material of her gown.

"Now it's my turn."

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[witchesballad]

hero and villain (pt. 2)

THUNDERBOLT* SPOILERS

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Widow!Reader, platonic Thunderbolts team

Summary:

“Is that a baby? Where did you get a baby?” Ava asks in her blunt way. “From my room. She’s mine,” you add to answer any follow ups.

part one, part two, part three,

A/N: i might be moving this fic over to AO3. i want to finish this chunk of it because this takes up my entire brain. the rest of the fic would be like this update, not really shippy, but team-oriented, playing with the canon events.

“Is that a baby? Where did you get a baby?” Ava asks in her blunt way.

“From my room. She’s mine,” you add to answer any follow ups.

Yelena coos and crowds to Bucky, unable to resist a cute thing in front of her. 

“Her wrist is broken,” Bucky follows up, nodding in your direction.

John frowns at him and gives a significant look between you and Bucky. 

You ignore him and study Bob, not a shadow, not dyed blonde, but dressed in sweats that made him look younger. He notices your concern, and tries for a reassuring smile - that wavers and falters. You reach out to squeeze his shoulder, and put your hand on his cheek.

“You guys came for us. Thank you. Really.” He puts his hand over yours to squeeze back.

“Are you hurt?” you asks. He forces that smile that puts a pit in your stomach. “I know. Dumb question.”

 “What about you?” Yelena looks to the arm you’re cradling to your chest. You shrug to her. She looks to Bucky and the others. “What did you see?”

“I have a great past, so I‘m totally fine.” Bucky comments flippantly. It does not escape your attention that he looks at you before speaking. A distraction from the infant in his arms that points back to your regrets.

John agrees, “Yeah, this place is messed up.”

Alexei beside him nods, but concedes, “We are here together. We have found Bob and little spiderling here.”

“Here we are, Shane’s Elite Thunderbolts.” Ava deadpans.

“Is not Shane-” he protests.

John cuts through the bickering with a wave of his hand, “Okay, but how do we get out of here? Bob, do you know?”

There’s a crash from underfoot that makes everyone jump. Bob swallows nervously, and shrugs. “I don’t, no. As far as I know, it’s just endless rooms.”

Yelena speaks up, “Wait. You said this was the nicest room you found, right, the others were way worse? Well, show us the worst.”

Bob leads the group downstairs to confront his father. The memory tries to stop the group of you, whipping up into a storm that batters the kitchen windows and flings everything not nailed down. Ava takes the baby as Bucky breaks the table that knocked you on your ass. Not able to move on to the front door, Bob rips open a closet door and gestures everyone through.

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The first thing to hit is the smell of smoke. The flash of a million colours - none with names. The crashing of a quantum tunnel. A father yelling out in disbelief, rage, grief, “No, no, no! No, Ava!”

It feels like the storm followed you here. The building crashes around you as the tunnel explodes. John yanks Ava to him, the pair of them sheltering the baby as he lifts his bent shield over their heads. You move to grab them, but Bucky wraps an arm around your waist and holds you under him as a chunk of the ceiling falls over the pair of you. You brace to be completely crushed –

When there’s a body at your back, and the concrete never comes. There’s the crack of debris falling around you, but never impacts you. You look up at Bucky, your hands going to his face to check if he has taken the full weight of the concrete, but he looks as confused as you. Both of you lift your gaze. The concrete and metal of the room fly above your head. You only saw something like that once, when you had pulled out your nunchaku to garrote the invincible and telekinetic Sentry.

You turn to look at Bob, standing behind you with his hand outstretched, his brow furrowed. The strain on his face shows he’s tracking a number of things to protect the team.

“Bob!” Yelena shouts. She runs to his side, grabbing his hand. Her face scrunches with concern, “Are you okay?”

He blinks at her, and the remaining airborne rubble is shunted off to the side. Amid the clamour of rocks and equipment, there is a cry – and another one, grief echoed across time.

John puts his arms down when he notices Bob’s actions, but Ava just buries her head in his suit, her eyes closed, and just sobs. 

He sends a worried look to the group as he rubs her back.

“Ava, please,” Alexei soothed, “You will crush our baby spider.”

She looks up at him, and sees everyone looking at her. She shimmers at the edges, embarrassed, and John’s hands fall through her to catch the baby before she’s dropped. Ava gasps, her solid hands going to the baby to check her. She apologizes, shaking her head.

“I got her.” John reassures her, and then he looks up. He nods to you, and repeats, “I got her.”

He holds her in a way none of you held her. The experience shows in his confidence, his positioning. You are reminded that he saw his own son the last time he was sent here. With a nervous swallow, you nod back to him.

Bucky has separated from you, circling the group to survey the environment around. Watching him, you are reminded of an exhibit you had seen when you first came to America. Sergeant James Barnes was an excellent sniper. Before Captain America had rescued him, Bucky was the primary scout for the 107th Infantry Regiment, and after, for the Howling Commandos. He hisses under his breath, loud enough for the team to snap to attention. 

The other cry in the rubble, there was a little girl standing over two dead bodies. While everyone watched, she flickered in and out of existence, like the fires on the edges of the room.

“Little Ava!” Alexei recognized, startling the young girl. 

Ava reaches a hand to her younger counterpart, shushing her.

“I know, I know, it hurts. Take a breath, hold my hand.”

The little girl skittishly looked at the others before she whimpered in Ava’s direction, flickering.

“I know it hurts less on that other side,” Ava whispers, reaching with both hands. “But the more you do it, the more it’ll hurt coming back. Breathe, Ava. Stay.”

The fires from the explosion whip up, and suddenly extinguish. Shadows stretch in the space, as if a hungry maw opening to consume you all. Like New York. You turn to Bob - and his shadow mirrors you. The shadow steps from Bob to loom over Ava.

You know, Ava, more than most. There is bliss in the nothing.

The little girl reaches out to Ava, but when she is about to touch her - her fingers slip from reality. And her arms. And the startled cry for help. And all of her. And the room quakes again. 

Bob grabs Yelena’s hand and pulls her in a direction. You can’t really distinguish which, before Yelena is grabbing you. “Let’s go!”

The memory is looping through the moment that Ava’s mother chases her into the room, leaving the exit wide open. Ava watches her younger self race past, looking as if she was going to call out. As if anything she could say could stop the little girl from becoming Ghost.

Alexei, not unkindly, puts an arm around her shoulders and pulls her along. Ava looks from her younger self to the baby still in John’s arms. You can see the question on the tip of her tongue.

Why did you get to pull the baby from your memory, and she couldn’t bring along the little girl that was going to suffer for decades? 

A/N: I don't know how tagging works for fics, but people wanted to see this part. If you want to see the next, I will update a tag list, just reply and tell me what are your thoughts on ~what is happening~ in this fic, or just say "tag list"!

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[in1-nutshell]

Does Moon Streacker still not realize she’s an outlier, how does the realization of powers even go

Short answer: No, she didn't realized she 'flamed out'. The realization was... messy.

Hope you enjoy!

Moonstreaker realizing she is an outlier

SFW, Platonic, Hinted Romance, Familial, Cybertronian reader

MTMTE

Moonstreaker didn’t know what happened after she had been taken hostage.

According to Rodimus, the ship had exploded, and she was the only one to make it out alive.

Truthfully, the only thing she remembered was the utter rage she was feeling when the space pirates had threatened the crew.

At Swerve’s… Moonstreaker was nursing a small cube of engex with a concentrated look on her face. Swerve cleaning an empty cube. Swerve: “What did the cube do? Did it say something offensive?” Moonstreaker breaks her trance with the engex. Moonstreaker: “Sorry, just thinking…” Swerve puts the cube down. Swerve: “I got two free audials. You wanna unload those thoughts?” Moonstreaker smiles tiredly at the minibot. Moonstreaker: “Thanks but I’ll be fine.” Moonstreaker moved to leave but stopped when a smaller servo grabbed her’s. She looked back to see Swerve grabbing her servo with a concern look on his face. Swerve: “I mean it Moonie. If there’s anything you wanna get off your chassis, I’m here for ya. Heck, you got a pretty amount of friends that care. Just… just you know…” Whirl: “Did you finally confess yet?” Moonstreaker and Swerve immediately let go of each other’s servos at Whirl’s comment. She straightens up a bit before coughing slightly. Moonstreaker: “I think Rodimus just pinged. I’ll be on my way.” Moonstreaker walks quickly out of the bar feeling like her entire faceplate on fire. Swerve just sighs picking up her now empty cube and cleaning it. Whirl: “…So… no confession?”

Swerve wasn’t the only one to notice Moonstreaker’s odd habits after the explosion.

In their own ways, they did try to reach out to her.

Rung offered to talk to her, whether it be as friends or to schedule an appointment.

Ratchet told her to talk to Rung or him if she wasn’t comfortable in talking to anyone else.

Magnus and Megatron offered to help with her workload.

Whirl offered a day in the shooting range and then hit the bar.

Rodimus… well Rodimus still hadn’t left much time separating them.

Her younger brother was slowly becoming her shadow.

She knew this was because of what happened with the explosion… and she really couldn’t be mad at him.

If the situation were the other way around, Rodimus would be seeing her every minute of the day.

Screw the responsibilities, she was going to protect her brother even harder!

It did however get annoying after a while.

Soon enough Moonstreaker was actively avoiding Rodimus.

Rodimus walking up to Magnus. Rodimus: “Hey Mags—” Magnus: “Don’t call me that.” Rodimus: “Have you seen Moonstreaker around?” Magnus: "You should be more worried about those late reports on your desk than finding your sister.” Rodimus: “But I don’t know where she is. What if she needs me?” Magnus: “With all due respect Rodimus, Moonstreaker is more than capable of handling herself. I should know being her commander for most of the war.” Rodimus: “Still! You know what I’ll go ask someone else.” Magnus: “Remember the reports!” Rodimus walking away: “Yeah got it.” Magnus sighs once Rodimus was out of earshot. Magnus: “He’s gone now.” Moonstreaker carefully climbs down from Ultra Magnus’s back. Moonstreaker: “Thank you. I know that must have been uncomfortable and highly unprofessional but thank you.” Magnus: “I’m actually used to it. Rodimus has done the same thing to get away from Megatron.” Moonstreaker chuckles a bit at her brother’s antics. Magnus: “He has been a bit…” Moonstreaker: “Clingy?” Magnus: “Yes since your accident… are you—” Moonstreaker: “I’m doing fine Magnus, its… I don’t know how to answer it. If I had the answer I would have gone to Rung a while ago.” Magnus: “Why don’t you go to Rung?” Moonstreaker: “I… I don’t know to be honest with you Mags—I mean Magnus!” Magnus looks around. Magnus: “You have permission to calm me that…” Moonstreaker stares wide optic. Magnus: “…if you see Rung.” Moonstreaker chuckles a bit before walking away. Moonstreaker: “I’ll sleep on that.”

Finally, after a while of feeling out of the loop, Moonstreaker decided to go visit Rung.

Maybe he would give her some tips on how to get out of… whatever this was.

It was 5 minutes into the session when the alarms broke out again.

Primus… WHAT WAS IT WITH PIRATES AND TARGETTING THIS SHIP!?

It would later be known that the pirate captain was the brother of the other captain and wanted revenge.

Moonstreaker was immediately called up to help the others in defending the ship.

She never made it to the bridge.

All because of a rogue alien sneaking into the bar.

Moonstreaker had her blasters ready barging down the bar’s doors.

The alien had Swerve pinned down.

Talons slightly denting his armor.

Moonstreaker aiming her blasters at the alien. Moonstreaker: “Let the minibot go.” The alien snarled at her. Swerve: “I’d do what she says, she has a reputation on firing at aliens that have her crewmate as hostage.” The alien hisses and tighten his grip on Swerve. Swerve winces feeling some dents becoming deeper. A bit of energon leaks to the dirty floor. Moonstreaker taking another step forward, optics almost looked like they were on fire. Moonstreaker: “LET. HIM. GO!” The alien suddenly flings Swerve across the room and lunges at her. Swerve looked in horror at the alien’s talon sinking into Moonstreaker’s armor. Swerve: “MOONSTREAKER!” FWOOSH! Plumes of blue flames suddenly engulfed Moonstreaker and the alien. The alien screamed, immediately let go of her armor and tried to flee. Moonstreaker grabbing one of the alien’s appendages: “I don’t think so.”

She wasted no time in punching and stomping it into submission.

Swerve was still shocked seeing her lit up, literally.

Her optics were filled with fury and anger.

Swerve hesitantly called out for her.

The sound of the minibot’s voice made Moonstreaker stop.

A few seconds later the flames died down.

She looked in horror at her shaking servos and at the smoldering alien remains.

Moonstreaker falls to her knees with one servo covering up her mouth. Swerve walking slowly to her. Swerve: “Moonstreaker?” Moonstreaker suddenly remembers Swerve was in the room. She tries to stand back up, but her pedes feel heavy. The only things she could do was crawl back to a corner in the bar, shaking. Moonstreaker: “Stay back!” Swerve’s spark breaks a bit hearing the crack in her voice. Swerve continues to walk to her. Moonstreaker tries to make herself as small as possible. Moonstreaker: “Swerve please! I don’t want to hurt you! Please just go!” Swerve was now in front of a shaking Moonstreaker. Swerve: “See? No harm done… you sure know how to light up a room that’s for sure.” Moonstreaker rapidly blinks her optics from the incoming tears. Moonstreaker: “I didn’t—I didn’t know—how did this even—wait! You’re hurt!” Her servos gently ghost the small gash on his chassis leaking a bit of energon. Swerve gently holds her warm servo grabbing her attention. She nearly withdrawals it, but Swerve firmly holds it. Swerve: “Woah, woah, woah. Let’s just handle things one at a time Moonie. First, I’m fine. A bit dinged up but fine. I’m worried about you! You busted into flames! Literally!” Moonstreaker looks down ashamed. Swerve: “Which isn’t a bad thing! Just surprised! I take it you didn’t know though. We’ll get through this, okay? We are going to look back on this day and have a good laugh and--” Moonstreaker: “Swerve? Can I ask you for something?” Swerve: “Anything.” Moonstreaker chocking a sob: “Can-can you just hold me?” Swerve wastes no time in bringing Moonstreaker into his arms. Moonstreaker racked up a sob on his chassis. Swerve did his best to keep everything under control, but even he couldn’t let a few tears out. Swerve gently rubbing small circles on her back and helm. Swerve: “Its okay Moonie. Let it all out. I gotcha… I gotcha…”

[belit0]

Heyy, could I request a madara x reader where your hashirama and tobiramas little sister or something

Sure thing love, here we go, little adventure💕😩💫

Senju bros can be possessive just like Uchihas, u would be surprised👀🫱🏼‍🫲🏼

Tobirama enters the house huffing, exhausted and disgusted to be using his valuable time in this way. Now that the village is calm, functional, and not so dependent, he can take the liberty to do whatever he pleases, morally wrong or not.

So, when he noticed some particular marks on (Y/N)'s neck, hickeys more properly speaking, he knew he had to investigate where they came from. How dare she, the Senju princess, walk around with such a wild pattern on her neck? Even worse, who is the idiot that thinks it prudent to leave marks on the younger sister of the Senju leaders?

With a free schedule and time to spare, Tobirama thought it wise to find out the mystery without having an uncomfortable chat with his sister. Of course, he didn't expect to have a comparable dialogue with his older brother.

Arriving in the courtyard, he finds a Hashirama submerged up to his elbows in dirty water, using a wooden board to scrub soapy clothes against it. The mixture of emotions shown on his face is unfathomable, and it is not until the albino clears his throat three times that the Hokage stops violently scrubbing.

"Anija, what are you doing?" he rests a shoulder against the door, and folding his arms he inquires.

"Isn't it obvious? Laundry." The dryness of his response and the lack of typical cheerfulness put Tobirama on alert, analyzing his expression more deeply. Is he angry?

"You wash yours on weekends. It's Tuesday, your behavior exceeds normal limits."

"It's not mine." Hashirama looks at him with angry eyes, a mixture of rage and frustration mixed with uncertainty.

"Whose then?"

"(Y/N)'s." He says it sheepishly, shifting his gaze quickly to the dirty water and scrubbing hard again, too hard to be simply washing clothes. There is what can be interpreted as anger in his movements, viciousness.

"I think our younger sister is adult enough to take care of...her underwear? Anija that-"

"For god's sake Tobirama! Don't even imply such a thing!" He explodes in a restrained scream, dropping the board and splashing water everywhere. He snorts indignantly, and seems to gather his strength before speaking, "I just... I stopped by her room, to say hello of course, but all I found were several pairs of underwear on the floor, full of..."

"Full of?" Tobirama isn't sure he wants to know the answer.

"Sperm."

"FUCK!"

Connecting dots, taking into account the marks on (Y/N)'s neck and the underwear incidents that Hashirama believes he has to deal with, the two brothers embark on a deep and embarrassing conversation about their sister's private life, speculating what she does in her spare time and who she's dating.

Who is the man who leaves hickeys on her skin and ruins her panties with dangerous fluids? Neither of them know, but they both set out to find out together.

They devise a plan, a master strategy to follow their younger sister without her knowledge and keep an eye on her for as long as it takes to finally find her suitor, to decide if he is worthy of her or not.

The execution is perfect, both Senju moving through the shadows of the night and hiding in the ones provided by the sun, always blending in with the view and disabling chakras, impossible to detect. Tobirama employs his sensory abilities to further understand (Y/N)'s movements, who she sees during the day, who she hangs out with at night, but neither of them anticipates what is the truth of the situation.

When seeing their sister enter the Uchiha compound, the albino's hair stands on end. Even more cautious than ever, they follow her to the main house, where their jaws drop.

Madara comes out of his home, calm and relaxed, scantily clad considering it's 3 o'clock in the afternoon, and wraps his arms around (Y/N) lifting her off the ground, giving her a long, lingering kiss on the mouth. He squeezes her butt with one hand, while she curls her hands in his long hair, pressing him tighter against her face as she smiles.

Tobirama is quick, too quick for his own good, and in a fit of anger and indignation leaps from his hiding place ready to attack the Uchiha leader, having envisioned how to assassinate him without hurting his younger sister in the process. When his kunai is an inch away from that hideous tangled wig, a huge log stops him from the wrist, sabotaging his perfect assassination.

Madara doesn't flinch, looking to the side and putting distance between the threat still with (Y/N) in his arms. He settles her better in his grip, and flashes a morbid smirk. "Well, well, well... what do we have here?"

"Tobirama, back off!" Hashirama shouts from the hideout they had agreed upon, his jutsu preventing his brother from moving dangerously against the pair.

"YOU HAVE SINNED (Y/N)! SINNED!" he shouts through clenched teeth and wild-eyed, understanding the cum in his sister's panties comes from an Uchiha, AND WHAT UCHIHA! fucking (Y/N), sold to the enemy, compulsive backstabber.

"I guess I'm going to hell, Tobi, but I'm happy." The woman embraces her beloved closer, Madara tightening his grip on her buttocks to keep her feet from touching the ground, unwilling to let go.

"Don't you worry, Senju, the devil is going to punish her himself. By the way, guess who that is." The Uchiha winks at him, and at his reply, Tobirama shouts angrily toward the sky, almost freeing himself from his older brother's prison. More branches sprout from the one holding him by the wrist and wrap around him completely, enclosing him in a wooden shell as Hashirama approaches with a grin from ear to ear.

"Madara! I'm so glad it's you! Don't worry about underwear guys! make as many heirs as you can!" Tobirama's muffled cries are heard from his shell, but the three laugh with genuine joy at the way their families come together.

[muxshwriting]

casual casualty

Nina Zenik x fem!reader

summary: you and nina shared a summer like no other, even in a place like ketterdam. then it’s all over like it was nothing || warnings: internalised homophobia, angst, heartbreak || word count: 853 || masterlist

From the moment you met Nina, she had something you'd never seen before, never experienced. There was a draw towards her, something that only made you want her more, crave her. Nina would have to hide her smile every time she felt your heart jump after looking at her. Perhaps she could forge a new happily ever after with you, perhaps that was possible.

It started as a whirlwind romance: late night talks, lingering touches that evolved into an ache in your chest every time she kissed you senseless. You practically moved into her room in the Crow Club, yours becoming covered in dust and silence.

Nina drags you out of bed one morning, a smile plastered across her face. You can't help but laugh as she pulls you out of the door. Together, you weave through the muddy streets of Ketterdam until you're out of the city. When tattered buildings give way to rolling fields, you let yourself breathe for the first time since waking.

"Nina." You shout her name as she races ahead of you. "Nina! Wait for me!"

She laughs back at you, slowing down for you to catch up. It's still dark outside and you're stumbling every time you hit a dip in the dirt. But as the sky lightens, you realize why she'd dragged you out so early.

You fall to the ground beside her, wrapped up in her arms and watching the horizon explode into a myriad of color. The reds and yellows feel like an ancient Ravkan painting. In your mind, you're thinking that you could live in this moment forever.

Then, something changed.

It was subtle at first, Nina wouldn't sit next to you during meals. She stayed to her side of the bed, no longer tangled with your limbs. Perhaps she just wasn't feeling well, needed some time to herself? But then Kaz called the meeting that confirmed something else.

"We are breaking Matthias Helvar out of Hellgate." As he spoke, he looked at Nina pointedly.

You knew damn well who Matthias was, a drüskelle that had rescued her from slavers. You knew Nina loved him. But selfishly, part of you thought you could be enough for her.

You lay beside her in the darkness that night, your hand twisted with hers. "What are we?"

The silence that permeated the room made you question if Nina was actually asleep. But then the sheets rustled and her hand slipped from yours. "What do you mean?"

"We just never made anything official…" You're begging her to make it official, but you know that asking means it could end the opposite way. If Matthias was joining the Crows…

Nina sighs slightly, pulling the covers tighter against herself. "Oh." You know she can hear your heartbeat raging in your ears. "There's no official attachment though, not really."

Your heartbeat sinks in your chest but you should've known. "We're just casual, yeah," you said, defeated. This was the end of hope.

You should have seen the signs months ago, the nights where she wouldn't return until morning. She always explained it away as just being out late for Kaz or helping some of the younger Grisha kids that grew up in the shadows. All that time, she was sneaking out to visit him in Hellgate.

Once Kaz had gotten him out, there was nothing stopping them. He and Nina spent every second close to one another, enraptured in each other's company.

You tell yourself it didn't mean anything, but as Nina kisses him with sweet fragility, your mind replays the moments you had shared with her. You wish it had been anything but casual. Being nothing would have been better than this.

But you just had to be casual. And that casual would evolve until it was like nothing had happened. Perhaps to Nina, that's what it was, nothing. But to you?

Why weren't you good enough for her? What did he have that you didn't? Why weren't they just casual?

You doubt that Matthias even knows about what you and Nina were, the time that you had spent together. But you did, you cradled that knowledge in your mind and you knew you would forever.

To you, she could well be the one that got away. To her, you were just some fun for a while, nothing serious. She wasn't affected in any way, just moving on with the upgraded model.

There's nothing more to do than continue with your life, ignoring the stabbing pains in your heart. You curse your body for being so obvious with your pain, a drawn expression covering your face more often than not now. And as the other Crows watch you helplessly, you're still staring at Nina and Matthias, remembering when that was you.

You've read enough stories to know that sometimes love just isn't fair, that the one you want might want someone else entirely. As you watch them together, whispering and laughing like they've never been apart, you silently vow to pull yourself back up. This would all become a distant memory to you, forgotten the same way that Nina had.

[teine-mallaichte]

Day 29 @ailesswhumptober - Prompt: branding.

Once they reach maturity all conscripts receive a brand, a symbolic marking of both their ownership and purpose.

CW: magical violence, branding, implied fantasy racism, themes of servitude, pain, distress.

AIless whumptober list

Echoes of a forgotten war

Eldrin master list

Eldrin stood in the dimly lit chamber, the heavy scent of ancient stone and the faint trace of magic lingering in the air. His heart pounded in his chest, a frantic drum echoing the dread pooling in his stomach. He traced the intricate patterns of the cool stone beneath his bare feet, his mind a whirlwind of anticipation and fear. This room was unfamiliar yet oddly comforting; it was like so many other spaces he had encountered in his life—a place steeped in expectation, a place where decisions were made for him.

He had spent his entire existence as a conscript, a mere shadow flitting through the grand estate of his master. Day after day, he had honed his skills, learning to wield weapons, mastering agility, and conditioning his body for a purpose that had always felt just out of reach. The other conscripts—some older, some younger—had shared hushed, anxious stories about the day of branding. They had spoken of the moment when they would be imbued with their “purpose,” when their identities would be forever altered.

But today it was his turn.

“Eldrin,” a voice called, breaking through his thoughts. It was a stern figure clad in dark robes, his face obscured by a hood. The mage his master had summoned for the occasion. The master wouldn't sully his hands with such a menial act as branding.

“Today, you will receive your brand,” the figure announced, his voice cold. “You will become a weapon for your master. Do you understand?”

Eldrin swallowed hard, nodding. His entire life had led to this moment—his purpose carved out by the hands of others, shaped by their desires. A living weapon, an instrument of destruction; that was what the brand would signify.

The figure motioned for Eldrin to kneel, and he obeyed, the cold stone pressing into his skin as he lowered himself. Beside him, on a heavy wooden table, lay the heated brand, coiled in arcane light, its form twisting and shifting like a serpent poised to strike. The sight sent shivers coursing down his spine, a visceral reminder of the pain that awaited him. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to block out the reality of what was about to happen. The brand would hurt; he understood that well. Magical fire was still fire, and with his affinity for ice, the threat of searing heat felt all the more terrifying.

“Focus, Eldrin,” the hooded man commanded, his tone harsh and unforgiving. “This is your destiny.”

Eldrin opened his eyes, staring at the brand. It pulsed with an ethereal light, its form shifting as if it were alive, anticipating the moment it would meet his skin. The heat radiated from it, beckoning and threatening all at once. He could just about make out it;s shape - sharp, angular - indicating his intended purpose. A weapon.

The mage leaned closer, his presence oppressive and foreboding. “Do not resist,” he warned, his eyes glinting with a cruel satisfaction. “You will be proud to serve your master,” he intoned, as if reciting a sacred mantra. “You will honor your brand.”

Without warning, the brand pressed against his skin, and the world exploded in flames. Pain seared through him, hot and blinding, radiating from the point of contact and consuming him whole. It was as if his flesh were being torn apart, a visceral punishment that obliterated every thought in his mind. He felt a scream clawing its way up his throat, but he swallowed it down, refusing to give the mage the satisfaction of seeing his pain.

The heat felt like a living entity, invading his senses. His own magic flared, a desperate surge of frost radiating from his skin, but it was like throwing water onto a raging fire—the heat consuming the ice, causing it to fizzle out as soon as it formed. The heat sunk deeper, a vicious invasion that melded with his very essence. It felt as if a part of him were being erased, a piece of his soul crumbling away under the weight of the branding. He gritted his teeth, determined to remain silent, to push through the agony, but the effort only intensified the fire.

“Endure,” the mage hissed, leaning closer, his breath chilling against Eldrin's sweat-drenched skin. “This is your rebirth, a necessary sacrifice for your future. Accept it.”

His body betrayed him, twitching as waves of agony coursed through him. The fire was relentless, a torturous pulse that throbbed through his nerves. Time lost its meaning; moments felt like lifetimes as the branding continued, and he struggled against the rising tide of desperation. He forced himself to focus on the stone beneath him, the cool surface grounding him against the hellfire engulfing his arm.

Eldrin’s breath quickened, the bitter taste of ice mixed with the acrid burn of fire flooding his senses. As he fought against the pain, he could feel his magic retreating, sensing the futility of its defense. It was a betrayal, the cold he'd always relied on being smothered, evaporated, destroyed.

Then, just as abruptly as it had begun, the branding stopped. The pain receded, leaving only a lingering throb in its wake. Eldrin gasped, the sound raspy and broken as he fought to reclaim his breath.

“Open your eyes, Eldrin,” the mage commanded, and despite the haze of pain, he obeyed. The room seemed brighter, the shadows deeper.

Eldrin’s eyes struggled to focus, the world swimming around him as if caught in a fog of agony. But as the haze began to lift, he felt the heat of the brand settle into his skin—a foreign presence now etched into his flesh.

His skin instinctively developed a glistening coating of ice—a desperate and futile attempt by his body to protect itself. His breath caught in his throat as he saw the brand for the first time—a sharp, angular design that spiraled down his arm like a serpent. It was beautiful in its cruelty, a mark of ownership that fused him with the very essence of violence. The marking glowed faintly, a harsh red with the occasional flicker of blue.

“Do you see?” the mage continued, his tone now a mix of pride and condescension. “You are no longer merely Eldrin. You are a weapon, forged by magic and destiny. This brand is your identity."

The mage’s words twisted in his mind, each syllable deepening the reality of his new existence. He was no longer just a name, a shadow, or a conscript. He was a weapon—crafted for violence, destined to serve.

[shadow-the-artist-idiot]

Anywho, taking a break from the TMA posting(i swear i'll post about more than just tma, its just clawing at my brain) to yap about my SKRUNKLY !!!! MY SILLY !!!!! MY,,, DRUMROLL PLEASE,,, SONA !!!!

Little trigger warning for Self Harm and Suicide n all that. Uh.

Though shes really more of. Just an oc at this point.

....

We ignore

ANYWAYS idk if you noticed. But shes Fucked Up™️. MOST of her scars are from just absolute random bullshit i put her thru when i was younger to get anger n frustration out. So i AM trying to fix that. Once i get her backstory straight, ill make another lore dump post about this stupid motherfucker i prommy.

Anyways, fun fact, this stupid bastard was my first oc EVER!!! Shes my stupid motherfucking bastard and i love her <33

Shes AroAce(just like me fr fr), n uses she/her. For now. Itll PROBABLY stay that way, cuz ive hard her like that for a LONG time, but if i start using other pronouns then ive prolly decided that shes pangender. Like me. Sparkles.

ANYWAYS heres a few random fun facts about that stupid whore

-Shes a Living Shadow, which is my own lil custom species. Idk if I'll end up lore dumping about the species itself or not.

-She has a DAUGHTER. Her name is Melody and shes both incredibly responsible and also a menace, and we love her for it. Shes also based on an axolotl.

-Shadow was just a full on Queen for a few years, before she finally was able to pass it down to Melody. She then proceeded to be even more of an absolute bastard to make up for those years she was forced to be responsible. Shes a little chaotic motherfucker, and if you see her in the castle you better run the FUCK away.

-Shadows like. Old as hell. I dont remember exact age, but iirc shes like mid 40s. Note, this is because i was roleplaying her in a chaotic ass server with a chaotic ass timeline and i simply cannot be bothered to age her down(if i did, Melody would poof out of existence and i dont want that, i love ky fucked up little queen)

-Shadows a SHORT ass motherfucker, and contrary to the fact above this one, i DO remember how short she is. Shes 5'2", and she holds enough rage to kill 56 grown men in her small little itty bitty frame(this does not reflect irl, i am unfortunately average height)

-Funnily enough, Shadow has both the goofiest and most traumatized backstory behind her scars. Like, a LOT of her scars are from self harm/suicide attempts, but also shes missing her hand because a character of mine from a complete other universe appeared and gnawed it off(bryseis my beloved).

-Shadow pissed off the Goddess of Death so much that she made Shadoe unable to die. Now you may be asking yourself: How the fuck is this a punishment. WELL. At the time, she was INCREDIBLY suicidal. Still kinda is. At this point, its switched from a punishment to just something thats kinda there now that Shadow and Trius(goddess of death) are friends.

-Shadow canonically has a MASSIVE alcohol problem. She bounces between drinking so much she passes out, and just putting a little wine with her coffee(it tastes disgusting) (she doesnt care)

-Shadow would probably have a smoking problem too, if she knew they existed. Nobody tell her cigarettes exist.

-Shadow drinks the strongest coffee you can possibly imagine. No its not healthy. Yes she drinks it anyways. Yes its kinda necessary(she has INSANE insomnia)

Anyways uh, shadow has some silly magic,, which is why in her ref she has illusions. She can create illusions, open portals, and melt into shadows, though that last one is something all Living Shadows have.

In Living Shadow culture or whatever, scars are INCREDIBLY frowned upon. Meaning, typically, if someone has even a small scar, they'll probably be hiding it with illusion magic. Shadow does the same thing, which is why I vary between drawing her with scars and drawing her without them.

Jesus this post is long as hell, im gonna explode. Okay uh ive talked enough methinks, if you wanna art Shadow then absolutely feel free !!! Just make sure to tag me so i can reblog that shit!!!

:DDDD

[lightningandfireinmybones]

Whaddub babies!

Okay bestie so... I had an idea.

I was thinking about that Daemyra brothel scene in ep.4 and...i felt inspired ya know?

So i am picturing either young or older Valaena sneaking out of the keep at night to go on her own at Fleabottom. Just to see how the common people live. Enjoy their night along with them. Maybe drink some alcohol, just to experience this on her own kinda hidden from everyone else. Aemond though followes her.

She notices him because he ain't exactly subtle. A tall striking figure covered in a dark cloak shadowing her throughout the city isn't sth to pass by one's attention.

So she decides to fuck with him and enters a brothel both to try and lose him in there and also to egg him on. (Now.. in our Universe I'm not exactly sure how Aemond feels about what Aegon did when he was 13 but...if we choose to look past it or mercifully just assume that Aemond straight up left immediately and went back safe, that works too!)

Aemond follows. He sees Val. He decides to make himself known (bc dumbass still isn't exactly 100% sure that he has been compromised). And..... I have many thoughts on how it could go on from there BUT!

At this point i choose to introduce the same prompt in the modern!au. Valaena absolutely decides to visit a sex club. Maybe with Dalton, probably on her own to see what's going on. She is fascinated by the raw, free, unashamed sexuality of the place.

Modern Val would much easier decide to participate in a scene I feel. Just a small one, not very explicitly sexual. More of a D/s demonstration.

Aemond would explode the galaxy before letting that happen, letting her be touched by anyone else, letting her be so vulnerable in front of strangers, having her submit to anyone but himself. The rest is history.

PS

If it was indeed younger them in the "canon", universe going out I can see her being freaked out by Aemond's swift and intense response to her and whatever may happen between them at/because of the brothel and thus deciding to avoid him. Which in turn makes him even more feral because now he's been face to face and experienced first hand how sexual of a person Val can be.

OH BESTE I’VE BEEN SAVING THIS ALL DAY TO MAKE SURE I HAD THE TIME TO RESPOND AS IT DESERVES, I HOPE YOUR INSPIRATION NEVER ENDS

Bc i’m picturing older valaena, since that first time where aemond killed the man, wandering king’s landing, completely lost in the memories, as aemond follows her around (she clocked him immediately but she’s nostalgic for a second, so she lets him follow until she gets bored)

Valaena likes the feeling of him watching her, but decides to see how far aemond will go, so she heads for the street of silk, feeling aemond closing the distance between them, his irritation and rage palpable as she drifts deeper and deeper into the lush and sensual street, the sexuality getting turned up with every step 

When she’s close enough to see the cold rage on Aemond’s brow, she starts to realize that goading him like this could be a mistake (in tdopom, aemond punched aegon in the face when he tries, and he’s able to head home safely, so his feelings re: brothels are not tainted by ~that~)

And valaena heads into a brothel, the one that has a woman tied up in the front room, with a whip on the door, hurrying through the rooms as aemond is hot on her heels and she knows that when he catches her, he’s going to punish him for a)leading him on a merry little chase and b)going into the brothel when she is his 

I would like to say aemond catches up to her in an empty room of the brothel as she’s trying to escape through a window, and let’s just say the nature of the brothel gave him some,,,ideas

And then modern au! Excellence: valaena is so frustrated by not ever finding that same feeling with anyone else as she got with aemond, and goes to a sex club to explore

BOY DOES IT DELIVER, she’s is more turned on than she’s been in years, she’s getting the same thrill (not the same, she’s kidding herself, but it is something), and she sees how easy it would be to just unwind from the world and let go of every bother,,,,so she enters a scene

Something easy, something simple, kneeling in front of this tall dark haired man (DALTON GREYJOY), crawling to him maybe,,, but before she can even get on her knees, aemond who, oh no who knew, goes to the same sex club (he doesn’t particpate except for sexless domming acts, he’s a watching man waiting for valaena to come back), is absolutely exploding out of the woodwork and stopping her, telling her she belongs to him alone

Absolutely divine thoughts bestie, may your pillow be cold always

[hopelessromantic1352]

RCDAW Day 7 - Happy New Year

The final day was a couple days ago, but I just finished this morning 😂 good thing I’m not in school anymore, cause I would have so many late assignments. Thanks everyone for participating in this fun event!!!

Prompts will be in bold!

RCDAW tags: @choicesrcd2022 @alj4890 @promptnonny

Thomas tags: @alleksa16 @kuladekiwi @lilyoffandoms @moodyvalentinestories

Warnings: none

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Addison Sinclaire is a blonde, bubbly, energetic and outgoing woman that loves fashion and loves to have fun.

Thomas Hunt on the other hand, is a brooding, serious, lone wolf who would rather stand by himself while a party rages on.

So he asks himself, why did I come to her New Year’s Eve party?

She knows so many younger people in Hollywood who have no sense of decorum or respect for anything. Half of them do not even know how to dress themselves properly and the other half has no sense of etiquette whatsoever.

He had seen glimpses of Ryan, Holly, Matt and… her, but steered clear due to the past with Matt’s fiancé. His screenwriter had found him earlier in the night to warn him Stephanie was coming, and he still wanted nothing to do with the group. Especially with Natalia here. The past is in the past and currently his future is with her brother and Addison, dancing to some ridiculous new trend.

Landon flew out here just for Addison’s party which confirmed Thomas’ theory of why the young blonde was constantly on her phone as of late. He could hardly get her to focus the past week since they all left New York.

He snorts as Landon attempts to do the worm on Addison’s makeshift dance floor, taking a long sip from his scotch until his eyes find Natalia’s. She smiles brilliantly at him, beginning to make her way over to him.

“Quite the party.” She tries her hand at an American accent, rubbing her hand up his arm flirtatiously. “Come here often?”

At that, Thomas can’t hold in his amusement. He laughs loud enough to draw some attention from other partygoers.

“Thankfully, no.” He tugs her to a shadowed corner, pressing her back against the wall while he braces a hand by her head. “Although, if it meant seeing you, I may endure this torture more often.”

Her smile softens and she grabs his lapels, losing her forced American accent, “Well, perhaps you and I can make a habit of being one another’s dates to these sorts of things.”

Thomas takes a long draw from his glass of scotch and swallows. His eyes never leave hers as he presses his body into hers more.

“I would prefer that.” Slowly, his head lowers and they meet for a gentle, loving kiss.

In the moment, neither could think of anything else but each other. Their feelings have exploded this year. What started as a year of despair, quickly turned into a year of pure joy.

Love and contentment.

Not just in this moment, but with each other since they first met.

“It is almost midnight.” Her lips press against his jawline, the stubble tickling her gently as the taste of his scotch still dances on her tongue. “What is your resolution for the new year?”

He scoffs quietly. “I’m not ready for the new year.”

Confused, she pulls back and looks up at him, seeing his signature frown in place. “Don’t be silly. New year, new you.” She smiles, attempting to get a rise out of him.

His expression becomes completely genuine and open. Thomas’ free hand finds one of hers, holding it tightly as his eyes show utter vulnerability.

“I don’t want a new me, I want the same me and the same you.”

Understanding what he means, her smile turns reassuring and she squeezes his hand. “Thomas, that’s not what the saying means. I would never change you or I because I love you just the way you are. I love us.”

Suddenly, the entire crowd begins counting down from ten, but Thomas and Natalia focus only on one another. He releases her hand and cups her cheek softly, brushing his thumb across her cheekbone as his eyes search hers.

“3…2��1! Happy New Year!”

The crowd behind them roars with cheers of the new year. Glasses clink, couples kiss, and friends embrace.

Thomas and Natalia take advantage of the moment and meet in a passionate kiss. Holding each other close as the celebration rages around them. When they pull apart, he moves beside her and looks over the crowd, noticing a blonde woman and brunette man kissing in the middle of the room. He nudges Natalia, pointing them out and she nearly squeals.

“My plan worked!” She tugs on Thomas’ arm excitedly.

He simply chuckles and nods, “Indeed it did.”

Leaning down, he kisses her cheek affectionately, “Happy New Year, my love.”

The brunette on his arm smiles up at him, beaming. “Happy New Year.”

[helliontherapscallion]

(Y/n) and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Week: Wednesday

Monday     Tuesday     Thursday (Part 1)     Thursday (Part 2)     Friday     Saturday     Sunday

Spotify Playlist (collaborative)

Warnings: panic attacks, swearing, getting outed, f slur and d slur, homophobia, puking, toxic friends

Word count: 5,160

(A/N): woah, thank you all so much for all the positive feedback, that really makes my day! 

The room was quiet with the exception of the clacking of the keyboard and the soft chirping of crickets outside your open window. The stars twinkled in the sky as the night droned on and on. There was a loud rustling outside your window, but your sleep deprived mind didn’t think anything of it. It wasn’t important at the moment, the only important thing right now was finishing your work. 

Throughout the night, you worked endlessly on your friend’s work. The essays were relatively easy because Adrian and Annie had luckily chosen topics that you’re somewhat interested in, so at least finding the sources was enjoyable. You had gotten your essay completely written and proofread, Annie’s outline finished, and Adrian’s sources analyzed. You would start on Sammy’s presentation after you finished Adrian’s outline. Hours upon hours passed by you as you worked, yet you didn’t notice the time once. You worked uninterrupted with no breaks. Well, one break to talk to your dad about how you weren’t hungry, but you got back to work right after he left your room. You couldn’t waste any more time than you already have.

Your eyes felt heavy as you typed on your keyboard, working on putting Adrian’s sources together cohesively so that the writing would flow seamlessly. You paused your typing to rub at your tired eyes so you could keep working, you couldn’t afford to fall asleep. You had to get these done as soon as possible if you wanted their forgiveness. 

The blaring of your alarm startled you out of your focus, making you fall backwards out of your chair with a yelp. Landing painfully on your back, you laid on the floor trying to calm your racing heartbeat. You looked out your window. Hints of pinks and yellows were starting to make a gradient with the lightening dawn sky. Shit, you were so focused on getting your work done that you didn’t take account of the time. You just knew today was gonna be long. At least after school volleyball practice was shortened because of finals tomorrow. 

You groaned as you pulled your tired form off from the ground. You made your way downstairs and plopped yourself down at your usual place at the table, burying your face into the crook of your arm. You felt yourself drift off into a blissful sleep, the wood of the table suddenly seemed very comfortable at the moment. Not long after, you were jolted out of your peaceful sleep by a loud crash. Jumping up and looking around with wide eyes, you saw Tubbo looking at you apologetically. There was broken glass in front of his feet on the floor. 

“Sorry, (y/n).”

You just stared at him blankly as you slowly blinked. Philza didn’t spare you a glance as he whisked the short boy away from the glass. “(Y/n), can you please go get the broom and sweep this up?”

You nodded, hauling yourself to your feet and walked over to the storage closet, pulling out the broom and dust pan. You mindlessly sweeped up the glass, your limbs feeling heavy. After throwing the glass away, you rummaged in the cupboard and pulled out a mug. The bitter smell beckoned you welcomingly, working its way through your nostrils and digging itself deep into your brain. Just as you were about to pour yourself a cup, a hand snatched the coffee pot away from you. 

“You shouldn’t be drinking this.”

“You let Techno and Wil drink it, so why can’t I?”

“(Y/n), you’re a full year younger than them and you haven’t eaten anything since breakfast yesterday.”

You felt your eye twitch, “I’m only a year younger than them! There’s literally no-”

“(Y/n),” his warning tone cut you off, putting the pot back into the coffee maker, “you aren’t going to drink this. That’s final. Get a glass of water.”

You huffed and pushed past him to the sink to fill your coffee mug with water. You’ve been drinking coffee for a while behind his back, so you were used to its effects on your body. You supposed that you’d just beg Wilbur to take you to the cafe so you could get your sustenance. He always relented for you. 

You heard him chuckle, “you’ll thank me when you’re older.”

“Mhm.”

You plopped down next to Tubbo nursing your mug of water, trying to make small talk with him. One by one, your brothers made their way to the table. Tommy was talking and gesturing wildly to Tubbo like he normally did, Wilbur looked as dead inside as you felt, and Techno made it a point to ignore you. When someone pissed him off, he can hold a grudge better than he could hold onto his knowledge of Greek mythology, and that’s saying something. Man is obsessed with Greek mythology. 

Breakfast went by in a daze with you struggling to keep your eyes open. At one point, you almost fell asleep sitting up, only to be woken up by Tubbo shaking your shoulder to get your attention. When breakfast was almost done, you had only eaten about half your breakfast. 

Drifting off again, you were startled awake by the screeching of the chairs against the wooden floor and loud shouts coming from your brothers. You didn’t have the energy to race them to the bathroom like you usually did, you’d just freshen up after they were done. You tried to stand up to go to your room to get dressed, but you were stopped by a hand on your shoulder forcing you to sit back down. Looking up, you were met with the concerned, yet stern eyes of your father. 

“You’re not leaving this table until you’ve eaten at least a few more bites and tell me why you’re so tired.”

“I just stayed up later than I normally do finishing up some homework, it won’t happen again.”

“It better not or else I will make you stay home next time. When’d you go to bed last night?”

You avoided his eyes, “around one thirty or two.” You couldn’t tell him that you didn’t actually go to sleep last night, he’d flip. 

“You know, you’re a terrible liar.” Shit.

Looking him in the eye, you spoke more confidently. “Three in the morning.”

“(Y/n)-”

You felt a sudden rage start to twist inside you as he started to lecture you about taking better care of yourself. He was treating you like a child and you were not having it. 

“-young kids like you need to- are you even listening?”

You set your jaw and willed yourself not to explode at him. “Dad, I’m not a child. I know how to take care of myself.”

You saw him narrow his eyes and purse his lips in frustration, “well, obviously you don’t if you’re not eating or sleeping well,” his eyes softened. “I’m starting to worry about you.”

“Well, you shouldn’t because I’m fine,” you snapped at him. “I’m going to get ready.”

You stalked out of the room and stomped upstairs. Passing a shocked Tommy and Tubbo, you made your way into the bathroom to get ready. The person that stared back at you in the mirror looked pale and had dark eye bags accentuating her tired eyes. She had red pimples dotting her face more than she usually did. She was ugly, revolting. The girl you remembered her being was confident in her appearance and walked with an air of importance. Now, she was a decrepit thing that was run down and scared of her own shadow. You couldn’t recognize the girl that stared back at you anymore. You should’ve been able to;  after all, she was you and you were her.

You rushed through your morning routine in the bathroom avoiding looking at yourself in the mirror. You opened the bathroom door only to be met with Wilbur’s chest, his hand poised in the air in a closed fist ready to knock on the door. He stepped back.

“We’re gonna be late if you don’t hurry up.”

You glanced at the clock on the wall. “Wil, we still have twenty minutes before school starts. We don’t have to leave for another ten minutes.”

He gave you a smirk, “well, you want coffee, don’t you? You look dead.”

“Oh thank god. I feel dead, I didn’t sleep at all last night.”

“When’d you go to bed?”

“I didn’t.”

“Christ, (y/n) I knew you were a dumbass, but not that much of a dumbass.”

You rolled your eyes, walking around him and into your room. You felt a stab of hurt in your heart. “Fuck you.”

Before you could close the door, he shouted out a cheeky “love ya too (y/n)!”

You took off all your clothes slowly and stood in front of your open closet deciding on what you should wear today. You figured that since you felt like absolute shit, you should probably put a little bit more effort into your appearance. Picking out your favorite flannel shirt and favorite pair of pants. Smiling at yourself in the mirror in your room, you felt slightly more confident in your appearance. You felt like you could walk around the hallways at school without as many peering eyes trying to figure out your every secret. But maybe that was just the sleep deprivation talking. You tend to be more impulsive and emotional when you’re sleep deprived.

You slung the backpack onto your back with less difficulty than in the previous days. Your back was healing faster than you thought it would. Now, it barely hurt and the swelling completely went away.

You went downstairs and slunk past the kitchen where Philza was talking to Tommy and Tubbo. You didn’t want them to notice you, you felt somewhat guilty for snapping at your dad. You slipped through the front door and hopped into the passenger seat next to Wilbur. You three usually rotated seats counterclockwise and took turns driving each day. Now, you were just waiting for Techno.  

“Well, you look less homeless today.”

“Thanks Wilbur, I just felt like looking a little nicer than usual.”

“Who’re ya dressing up for? Is it Adrian?” He asked with slight disgust. He hated Adrian almost as much as he hated Annie and Sammy. He thought he was nothing more than a fuckboy looking to get into your pants. Little did he know you were secretly a raging lesbian so deep in the closet that you’re froliking with Aslan through the flowerfields of Narnia.

“Wilbur, I’m gay why would I-” you froze, cursing your sleep deprived self for lacking a filter. Your breath caught in your throat and you felt anxiety start to seep into your veins and pump around your body, filling every single nook and cranny with dread. You could feel tears welling in your eyes as you stared at your shaking hands horrified at yourself. How could you just… just out yourself like that? How could you be so careless? So stupid?

You barely felt it when Wilbur reached over to press a gentle hand on your arm. “(Y/n), are yo-”

“I-tha-that was a joke, I’m not gay, I’m straight.” Your words came out in frantic jumbles, desperately trying to fix your slip up. Oh god, you really fucked up this time.

“(Y/n), brea-”

“I swear I’m not gay, I like men, I do. I-”

“(Y/n), breathe with me.” Wilbur’s firm, yet gentle voice demanded. He placed your hand on his chest and took in a deep breath, held it, and released it slowly. You tried your best to follow him, but after about ten minutes, you were slowly but surely calming down. It was a lot faster calming down from a panic attack when you had someone helping you breathe. You’ve never gotten help with a panic attack before, it was nice. Becoming more aware of your surroundings, you took notice of the soft fabric of Wilbur’s sweater, the gentle thumping of his heart, and his worried expression. You also became aware of the extra hand rubbing small circles into your shoulder from behind your seat. It was Techno.

Taking in a shaky breath, you took your hand out of Wilbur’s grip and clasped your hands tightly in front of you, shrugging Techno’s hand off from your shoulder. 

“...Can we please leave? I don’t want Dad or Tubbo and Tommy seeing me like this.”

Wordlessly, Wilbur started up the car and pulled out of the driveway. At the intersection, he turned in the opposite direction of the school. “Wilbur, where are we going? The school’s the other way.”

“We’re going to the cafe for some coffee, my treat.”

“But school starts in five minutes, we’re gonna be late if we go to the cafe.”

“Actually,” Techno’s deep voice chimed in, “school started ten minutes ago. If we’re already late, there’s no harm in skipping first block.”

“Tech, I literally have no idea what’s going on in stats.”

“I’ll give you my notes.”

“Are you sure? I wouldn’t want to bother you.”

Wilbur pulled into the cafe’s parking lot, “don’t be stupid, (y/n). You can never bother us.”

You didn’t say anything as you left the car and headed into the cafe. You could think of plenty of ways you could bother your older brothers. You bothered everybody just by being in their presence. You just had that effect. 

Your brothers followed you into the cafe, glancing at each other worriedly. You three quickly got your orders and sat in the secluded back of the cafe. Soft jazz music drifted throughout the quiet cafe. 

“(Y/n), we need to talk about what happened. Was this your first panic attack?” Wilbur asked you gently.

“...No, I’ve had them before.” 

“Were they always this intense? You’re still shaking.”

“That one was nowhere near as intense as the ones I usually have.’

“Usually? Do you have them often?” Tecno asked.

“Yeah, usually a couple of them a week since the middle of freshman year. Nothing I can’t manage.”

“So you’ve been doing this on your own for three years? You could’ve gotten us to help you.” 

You sighed, looking down at your steaming cup. “...I couldn’t’ve. Don’t get me wrong, I know you guys could help me, but I-I just couldn’t. No one was supposed to find out.”

“Promise us that you’ll come to one of us when you have an attack. We care about you, (y/n).”

“I… I’ll think about it. Thank you.”

The table fell into a comfortable silence as you all sipped at your drinks, the comforting taste of the bitter coffee dancing across your tongue.

“Ya know, we don’t care that you’re gay. A lesbian called me ‘actually pretty funny’ once and I’m still riding the high.” 

“Yeah, you’re still you. Nothing changes the fact that you’re our little sister.” 

You smiled as you felt warm inside. You knew your brothers loved you, but you didn’t know that they loved you for being you. You didn’t think anybody loved you unconditionally like that, and that made you feel genuinely happy.

“Thank you guys, for everything. I-I can’t put into words how much that means to me, I love you guys so much!”

“We love you too,” Wilbur smiled before he dropped it into a stern frown. “But if any girl hurts you, we’ll have a stern talking to her.”

“Yeah, we can’t beat up girls. We’ll put her in her place alright.” You snorted into your coffee, almost spilling it on yourself. Quickly setting it down before you could baptize yourself with the scalding liquid (though, you did consider coffee to be holy), you wiped at your teary eyes. 

“And that’s why I love you guys.”

“We’re serious, she’ll be wishing she got beat up after we’re done scolding her.” Wilbur said seriously before he broke into a grin and started laughing. 

The conversation carried on about your sexuality, how you found out, when you found out, if you’ve told anyone yet (they were honored that they were the first people you’ve told, even if you did it accidentally mid-panic attack). Eventually you had to go back to the school before your second block started. You three split ways to your separate classrooms. 

Annie and Adrian were locked onto you as soon as you walked through the door. They looked angry at you. What’d you do this time to piss them off?

“Where the fuck were you this morning? We were looking everywhere for you,” Annie seethed.

“Yeah, you wasted so much of our time looking for your sorry ass. You ditch us again?”

Oh, that. “Look, I didn’t mean to skip out on you guys again. It was a rough morning.” 

“That’s funny because we also had rough mornings, yet we still hung out with each other. You aren’t special.” Adrian rolled his eyes at you.

“It’s gonna take more to apologize. We don’t let things like the little stunts you pull go off scott free.”

“Oh, Annie I have the best idea,” Adrian squealed, bouncing on the balls of his feet excitedly. 

“What is it Dri?” Annie’s eyes shone.

“Our little (y/n) can set you up with one of her brothers and she can go on a date with me on a double date! It’s foolproof, not even someone as dumb as (y/n) could fuck it up.” 

“I don’t think that’s a good id-”

“It’s perfect Dri! Can it be with Wilbur? He’s literally so hot! Oh, the way his fingers can work that guitar…” Ew. The thought of Wilbur and Annie together made you scrunch up your nose with disgust.

“I’m sorry, but Wilbur’s actually dating Sally Fishmin right now. They’re actually really cute together-”

“God, how could someone as hot as Wilbur go for Sally Fishmin? She’s disgusting, always smells like fish,” Annie gagged, then gasped. “Wait (y/n) do you actually think that she’s more deserving to be with him than I am?”

“No, I nev-”

“Really? Cuz you just did. Glad to see you care about me, (y/n).”

“Annie, you’re literally so beautiful. I never said that you don’t deserve him. You deserve the world. I can’t split them up, but I can do more homework for you.” She perked up immediately, “awe, thanks love! That’s what happens when you actually put effort into how you look.”

“Speaking of, did you get that shirt out of the trash? It’s really not a look.” Adrian snickered to himself. There goes what little confidence you had. You actually thought you looked decent today. You felt grateful for your friends, they always told you the truth about how you looked when everybody else lied to you. 

Before you could respond, the bell rang and everybody took their seats. Luckily, Mr. Todd assigned today as a work day for your final research essays. You had finished Annie’s and got Adrian’s thesis done before the bell rang. While you were working on their essays, they were mindlessly scrolling on their phones and texting someone. 

You, Adrian, and Annie met up with Sammy and went into the lunch room. You tried to line up in the lunch line with them, but they laughed and told you that you’re fat enough and you needed to lose weight. What did you do to deserve such considerate friends? You really owed them one for always looking out for and putting up with you.

While you were waiting for them, you pulled out your phone. To your surprise, Haley texted you a screenshot of her conversation with Unknown. You felt a chill run down your spine. All four pictures were of you. You rubbing your eyes as the light of your computer provided the only light in the room. Your bare back facing the camera as you stood in front of your closet this morning. You sleeping a day ago (you felt sick as you realized that whoever took the picture was standing directly over your bed). Lastly, you and Haley holding each other’s hand under the moonlight last night. Attached to the pictures, Unknown had typed “you have one more day or else sleeping ugly gets it. Do not tempt us.”

Hales : )

(Y/n), how the hell did they get these pictures of you

Did you seriously leave your window open???

Why wouldn’t you close your curtains

Oh god, do you think they saw us in your driveway????

(Y/n)

Haley calm down 

Hales : )

I know you’re not telling me to calm down right now

You have a stalker

One that can GET INSIDE YOUR ROOM

(Y/n)

We’ll get to the bottom of this

Like I said, I don’t care if my pictures get leaked

I care about your pictures

Until we figure out who’s doing this, we need to lay low

Hales : )

Hanging out last night was a mistake

I shouldn’t have gave you a ride

I shouldn’t have tried to kiss you

I’m straight

And you are too

You said it yourself

We can’t talk anymore (y/n)

(Y/n)

I’m not straight Hales

I’m gay

And I like you

Like

Like you like you

Hales : )

I’m sorry (y/n)

But I’m straight

We can’t talk anymore

Goodbye.

With each text she sent you, you felt your heart drop deeper and deeper into your stomach until you felt your heart shatter in your chest, the pieces lodging themselves deep within you and ripping you open from inside out. How could you be so stupid to think that soemone as perfect as Haley Andrews, arguably the prettiest girl in the senior year, go out with (y/n) Minecraft, a known trainwreck. Annie’s shrill gasp sounded right next to your ear, making you gasp and drop your phone onto the table with a loud bang.

“OH MY GOD (Y/N) YOU’RE A FAGGOT? WERE YOU HITTING ON ME EARLIER? YOU FUCKING PERVERT.”

The entire cafeteria fell into silence as they listened to Annie’s shrieking. Whispers started to meld together.

“(Y/n)’s gay?”

“How gross”

“Damn, I was gonna hit it”

“We have a dyke going to this school?”

You felt like you were suffocating as the whispers and Annie’s yelling jumbled together in a disorienting cacophony. Adrian and Sammy both glared at you from behind Annie with a hatred that you didn’t know they had for you. You tried stuttering an apology, but you were quickly shut up by Annie harshly slapping you across the face.

“I don’t wanna hear it, fag. You’re going to finish our essays and you’re never gonna talk to us again. Do you understand me?” When you didn’t respond, she slapped you again. “I asked you, do you understand me?” 

You frantically nodded your head, grabbed your backpack, and sprinted out the door without any real destination in mind. You sprinted before you found the bathroom that nobody used. Ducking into a stall and slamming the door, you felt yourself start to hyperventilate. You couldn’t feel anything except for the tightness of your chest. You couldn’t see anything. You couldn’t hear anything. You faintly tasted bile rising up in your throat as you bent over to empty your stomach. You threw up everything in your stomach until you were left sitting on the dirty floor painfully dry heaving. 

You sobbed on that floor for what felt like hours. Everybody knows your secret now. Your dirty, dirty secret. God, you were a pervert weren’t you? You made people around you comfortable by just being you. Faintly, you felt your phone start to buzz in your pocket, your shaky hands scrambling to fish it out. They were all texts from your brothers.

Wilby

(Y/n) I heard what happened

Are you okay????

Please answer me

Where are you

Technology Sword

I’m gonna kill them

I swear to god they’re dead

Blood for the blood god

(Y/n)

Pls dont do anything or hurt anyone

I’m fine

I’ll see you two after practice

Wilby

Tell us where you are

(Y/n)

I’m fine

I’ll see you two after practice

You silenced your phone and put it back into your pocket, once again feeling yourself start to dry heave again. Your sobs and gags echoed throughout the bathroom. This is by far the worst panic attack you’ve had yet, and it doesn’t seem like it’s gonna stop anytime soon. You heard the final bell ring and students start to rush to their lockers to get home, so you tried to muffle your shaking sobs the best you could. You had at least an hour before you had to go to volleyball practice. Until then, you would stay in the bathroom trying to ground yourself. 

Luckily, you managed to calm down to the point where you stopped crying and dry heaving. You were only shaking slightly. You felt numb and completely drained from your panic attack, practice today was going to be a struggle. You cautiously walked through the empty hallways jumping at every little noise. When you finally reached the locker room, you made a beeline past Zara and Jazzy to your locker. You pulled out your uniform and changed in one of the bathroom stalls.

Practice went by with the girls on the team giving you sympathetic looks and Haley ignoring you. Not that you noticed, you were ignoring everyone and putting all of your focus on the ball. The entire practice, you felt light headed and drained. Fortunately, practice ended right as you felt like you were going to pass out.

You changed as fast as you could and pulled out your phone.

Dadza

Come outside, I’m here to pick you up

You felt a dread pool in your stomach as you stared at the text. Did he find out? Was he going to kick you out for being gay? Wilbur and Techno wouldn’t let him do that to you, right? Reluctantly, you left the sanctuary of the bathroom stall and rushed out of the locker room and out of the school. Sure enough, your dad’s car was parked in the parking lot. You glanced over to where Haley’s car was parked last night and saw glimpses of you and her chasing each other and laughing into the night sky without a care in the world before you ripped your gaze away to stare at your walking feet.

You reached your dad’s car and sat in the passenger seat. Your dad grinned at you. “Hey hun, how was practice?”

You merely shrugged your shoulders at him. You didn’t have the energy to talk to anyone at the moment. You felt extremely drained.

“What’s wrong, did something happen? You can talk to me.”

“...I’m just sad that the season’s over tomorrow.”

“Don’t be sad kid,” a gruff voice coming from behind you made you jump. “That’s pussy shit.”

You yelped and whipped your head around to look at whoever said that. Your uncle’s cocky grin greeted you. You felt yourself grin back at him. 

“Uncle Schlatt!”

“The one and only.”

“How was your business trip? You’re home early.”

He rolled his eyes, “boring as hell. I’m so fucking glad I got out early, I woulda blew my brains out if I had to stay there any longer.”

“Schlatt!” Philza reprimanded him, glancing at him through the rearview mirror.

“What? I’m just telling the truth. I woulda!” He defended himself.

Your dad gripped the steering wheel. “You didn’t have to say it in front of (y/n).”

Schlatt scoffed, “please, she’s heard me say worse.” 

As they bickered, you felt yourself zone out as you looked out the window. Houses and street signs passed by in a blur as the car moved down the road and pulled into your driveway. You got out as quickly as you could and made your way into the house alongside your uncle and dad. As soon as your uncle walked through the door, Tubbo barrelled into him and pulled him into a tight hug. Schlatt laughed loudly and bent over to pick him up into a hug. You smiled at the father and son as Philza gestured for you to follow him into the kitchen. He opened the oven to check on something cooking inside of it and turned to face you, leaning against the counter.

“So what’s really wrong?”

“I already told you, I’m sad the season’s almost over.”

“It’s something more than that,” as you opened your mouth he quickly added, “and you can’t say that it’s because you’re tired. I wasn’t born yesterday.”

You sighed and mimicked his actions. “...It’s just been a long day. I really don’t wanna talk about it.”

Without warning, he pulled you into a warm hug, your face being shoved into his shoulder and him rubbing circles into your back. “That’s okay, just talk to me when you’re ready. I won’t push you.”

That broke you. Throwing your arms around him, you started to sob into his shoulder. He started to rock you back and forth whispering reassurances into your ear. 

“That’s good, let it all out.”

“I love you so much.”

“I’m here for you.”

With each sentence to fall out of his mouth, you felt more at ease and safe. Your dad always did a great job at making people feel safe, that was just his natural talent. After a while, you pulled away from him.

“Do you feel better?”

You smiled tiredly at him, “Yeah, I really needed a hug.”

He turned around to check on dinner, “I bet, you look like you’ve been to hell and back. You don’t have to tell me what happened, but just know that I’m always here for you and I love you.”

The rest of the family flooded the kitchen after a while of you two talking. Dinner went by with Schlatt laughing loudly and telling stories about the people he met on his business trip. Every now and then, Wilbur and Techno would glance at you, but you ignored them. You just wanted dinner to end so you could pass out in your bed. Once dinner was over, you helped your dad gather everybody’s plate and put them into the sink. The rest of your little family went to the living room to start a game of Monopoly. The last time you all played that ended in fresh bruises and shed tears.

“I think I’m gonna go to bed, I have to get some rest for finals tomorrow.”

“But (y/n), it’s Monopoly! You love Monopoly,” Tommy exclaimed.

“That’s alright, you look dead on your feet kid. Go get some sleep.”

“Thanks Uncle Schlatt. Goodnight everyone, love ya.”

A flurry of goodnights and love you’s follow you as you leave the room and drug yourself up the stairs. Without a second thought, you closed your curtains and plopped face first onto your bed. You passed out without even making sure you were fully on your bed.

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[primalsouls]

white rabbit pt 4

langa hasegawa x gn! reader (pt 1 - pt 2 - pt 3)

anon: will white rabbit have a part 4? ( if yes pls pls give them a happy ending hehe ) but its oki if you dont want to, no pressure! i just really enjoyed it and i love ur writing btw :)

⚠️ : im terrible at picking up what's a trigger, so let me know is there's anything uncomfortable!

theme: general

note: ooh my heart 💔 rip white rabbit 🐇🙏🕊 anyway, here's pt 4! :> i hope you like it and enjoy it! and thank you for reading! let me know what you think. :) i really like this chapter the most lol

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"Leave... Wonderland?"

"Forever?"

Reki and Langa stared at Adam with frowns on their face. Eyes widen at the words. Whispers surrounded them quick, destroying the small silence that gave the words to settle in for everyone. Blue eyes looked back at the [h/c]-haired skater. Their head still hanged low but he could see the sheer rage their fists held.

"He's saying that... [Y/N] [L/N], the White Rabbit, is leaving S." Miya repeated.

"Forever. Meaning.... They're kicked out." Shadow sighed, shaking his head.

Hearing those words, [Y/N] gritted their teeth and unclenched their fists. They looked up at Adam, a pleading expression on their face as they pulled their hoodie back.

"P-please... I don't wanna leave." They said, voice cracked in the beginning. Langa's heart broke at the sight. But before he could do anything, Adam walked up to them. "I'll do anything, please. Let me stay!" They continued but they flinched when their board was taken away from them harshly by Adam.

"A bet is a bet. Besides, it's about time S gets rid of its pests." Adam grinned. He snapped his finger, a couple of men bringing in a can of gasoline and a box of matches. Their eyes widen. Langa and the rest of his friends stood frozen, unable to believe the scene before them. Silence took over the crowd. [Y/N] knew they couldn't do anything to stop Adam from destroying their skateboard. "You should have won and this wouldn't happen. Remember, it's your fault." He said quietly. And with sheer power, he lifted the board and broke it in half with his knee. [Y/N] stared at him with wide eyes and mouth gaped slightly in shock. Tears pooled up and streamed down their cheeks one by one, one after the other.

"N-no... please, don't..." They whispered, a hand reaching out weakly but it didn't move much. [Y/N] was too shock to move any more than an inch.

Adam threw the broken board on the ground. He was handed the gasoline and the box of matches. He poured the liquid over the pieces, his masked eyes never leaving his younger sibling's face. Their look of terror filled him with chills. He loved it. Such as he loved the finish touch to the punishment. With elegance, Adam pulled out a match and stroke it on the igniter side of the box. Fire bursts on the matchstick. Adam flicked it onto the broken board like it was nothing and within seconds, flames burst to life, consuming the skateboard.

Langa watched with horror. [Y/N] didn't deserve that. They didn't deserve to leave. A bet wasn't even established. So, why? Why was this happening? His eyes went up to [Y/N].

"White Rabbit-"

"They're no longer go by that title." Adam interrupted coldly. "By losing this beef, no only are they banned from S, their title is no longer theirs to claim. White Rabbit is dead." Langa's eyes widen as his frown deepened. He couldn't believe it. This was not supposed to happen. Not supposed to lead to this results. No one supposed to be kick out or strip from their title. Adam reached a hand out. Langa saw how tensed [Y/N] got as the hand grew closer to them. The gloved fingers gently held into the S pin. It was on their collar of their hoodie but the next second, it wad ripped off from them. He threw it into the flames.

"I... I'm sorry..." [Y/N] apologized. Langa didn't understand. There was nothing to apologize for. Was it for Adam? For losing the race and everything they built for themselves? [Y/N] kept staring at the board, not noticing Adam turned his back on them. But his last words lef them in breaking in pieces.

"And don't bother coming home. A wild animal like you don't belong there. Never had and never will." As his final saying, Adam picked up his board and walked away but stopped to face Langa with a smirk. "Oh, and once again, my dear SNOW, congratulations." Langa blinked, watching Adam disappeared from everyone's sight.

"Damn..." Shadow muttered.

"Vanished from S... what a turn of events." Miya commented quietly.

Reki frowned at Adam's disappearing figure before he turned to Langa and [Y/N]. Everyone else slowly departed. Reki walked up to the two skaters, the broken board still caught in flames. Tears continued to spill from their eyes, Reki saw. Before the two could say any sort of comfort words to them, [Y/N] turned away from them and ran, ran as fast as they could. Away. They needed to get away and breathe. They couldn't breathe properly. Their chest was killing them. Sobs caught in their throat when they tried to cry. It hurts them. Their heart hurts. Everything was always their fault. They deserved. They believed they deserved it. They weren't a Shindo. They were a pest in the family. That was why Adam-no-Ainosuke told them not to come home. He was kicking them out. He was probably make up a lie to their aunts to make it seem it was their decision. For the better of the Shindo Family, they would say.

Life truly wasn't fair.

"C'mon, let's go!" Langa said, getting ready to chase after them but Reki grabbed his arm, pulling him back. He winced, the grip on his arm reminded him of the injuries he received during the race. "Wha- what? We have to go after them, Reki." He said, pointing towards [Y/N] running off.

"But you'll hurt even more with injuries like this. Besides, it's not our business. What happened with them was between them and Adam." Reki said. Miya nodded as he walked up to them.

"He's right, Langa. We should stay out of it. They're no longer of importance." Miya added in, crossing his arms over his chest. Langa frowned at the two boys.

"It's probably not the best time to even go after them. It's best that we mind our own business for now." Shadow advised, the other two boys giving affirmative responses. Langa tried to come up with reasons to go after them, but Reki shook his head and led Langa awau from the factory, pointing out the cuts once again. That was the last time Langa saw [Y/N].

The past couple of weeks, they were no were in sight. No familiar white hoodie resembling a white rabbit was found around S. No one spoke about them. It was like they never existed in the first place. As if S never heard of a skater called White Rabbit. Langa tried to find ways to get into contact with them but whenever he mentioned them, he was ignored, shut down, avoided. He was worried for them, for their safety. If Adam truly meant his words, then where would [Y/N] be? Langa wanted to make sure they were okay. That was all he wanted to know.

"[Y/N]... where are you?" Langa muttered as he walked through the park. He was planning to meet Reki at their usual hangout. Although, he wanted to clear his mind out of [Y/N] and the events that occurred. It wasn't their fault. It was his. If he never beef against them, Langa would had still see them every night at S, even from a fair distance to admire them. They would still be in his life, somehow.

"Ah, sorry..." A tired voice said. Langa looked down, not realizing he bumped into someone. He did felt something hit him as he walked, but he didn't pay too much attention. Langa opened his mouth to apologize instead but words were caught in his throat. His eyes widen. He couldn't believe it. The board in his hand dropped to the ground beside him, both hands reaching up a bit.

"It's you..." Langa whispered. Confusion replaced the apologic gaze on their face. "White Rabbit." When the title left his lips, it was their turn for their eyes to grew wide. Langa smiled brightly. "It's you, White Rabbit. [Y/N]." Langa was happy. He found his white rabbit once more. But no more words left Langa's lips as a hand slapped his cheek. It took him a second to register the outcome. A shaky hand of his reached to touch the burning cheek. He flinched when his fingers came into contact. "Wh-what?" A handprint appeared as a light red shade on his cheek. His eyes focused on them. They didn't wore their signature hoodie. Only a black one with dark blue jeans and white Vans shoes. Their eyes were still the same crimson color but filled with anger. And sadness? Langa parted his lips, unable to say anything.

"Don't call me that name. Because of you, I'm no longer.... that..." [Y/N] spat out, glaring dangerously at Langa. "You took everything away from me. You ruined my life!" They yelled, all the feelings they tried to bottle in exploded. Langa watched with a shook expression as they ranted off on him. He may be dense to others' emotions but he could pick up the hurt in [Y/N]'s voice. The way they trembled with rage. He didn't like that. Langa didn't like seeing them upset. Especially when hd was the one who caused it.

"I'm sorry."

[Y/N] paused, staring at Langa with wide eyes. Their frown grew deeper as they tried to find any sort of pity or joke in his baby blue eyes. In which they felt like they were looking at the ocean. So blue. Like the sky. [Y/N] shook their head rapidly, gritting their teeth.

"Oh, shut up. I don't need your pity. And I doubt you're sorry! Because of you, not only was I kicked out of S, I was kicked out of my home... Not like it ever felt like home anyway..." They said, mumbling the last words but Langa caught them.

"Wait? Home... Where were you staying at?" Langa asked, voice filled with concern. [Y/N] scrunched their nose, eyes narrowed. "I swear, I'm not pitying you. I'm actually... worried. I've been worried for a long time now. Ever since you left S." Langa said, looking away from them, sudden feeling timid for no particular reason. They raised a brow, watching Langa's movements to fact-check his worries. There was no hint of him lying. But they still kept their guard up. "I even asked around back in S for the past few weeks. Not one single person said anything...It's like you-"

"-never existed." They continued for him softly, eyes casted down to the ground. Their features relaxed but Langa noted the sadness stayed. No anger in sight. They sighed tiredly, running a hand through their hair. "Doesn't matter... Just stop it." [Y/N] crossed their arns over their chest, raising a brow. "Beside, the hell you kept asking about me? Aren't you happy I've been kicked?"

Langa shook his head right away once the question next their lips.

"No. I'm not happy. In fact, I..." Langa took a deep breath, trying to think on his words before they left his mouth. "I'm not enjoying myself." He mumbled, making [Y/N] take a step closer to hear him properly. They tilted their head, lips tugged down a bit as they urged him to repeat himself and keep going. "It makes me sad not to see you at S anymore. I didn't want any of that to happen. I didn't even know what was going on." Langa shrugged, looking at them with a pout. A pout they found adorable. He looked like a kicked puppy who didn't like the fact their owner left their home everyday. [Y/N] mentally cringed at the thought. What were they thinking? This was the same guy who went up against their brother and banned them from S. They hated him. They were supposed to hate him. [Y/N] clicked their tongue, throwing Langa off the sense, wondering if he said anything wrong. A faint red hue decorated their cheeks. They turned their back on him, hugging themselves.

"Whatever. Whether you knew what was going on or not, doesn't matter. My board got destroyed and I can't go back to S. Everything happened..." [Y/N] whispered, arms slowly fell back to their sides as they watched the sun beginning to settle down for the rest of the day. "I've got nothing... I've got no one-"

"You got me." Langa butt in. The words made them do a double take on him. It caught them off guard. And Langa continued to surprise them. A determined glint in his eyes as he stepped closer. "Reki can build you a new board and we can all skate. Together. We can skate outside of S, anyway. It'll be fun!" Langa bounced a bit in his steps, smiling brightly. "We can hang out together. And if you don't have a job, you can work with Reki and me. You even move in wi-"

"Stop..."

"We can go to school togeth-"

"Stop it."

"You got us! So, you don't have to wor-"

"Shut up!"

Langa blinked, taken back by the sudden outburst from [Y/N]. He focused back on them, confused why they told him to quiet down. Their brows knitted down, hands clutched by their side. The sunset shoned behind them. The soft breeze brushed against their figure out. And if Langa squinted, he could had notice their faint blush reddened slightly. They looked cute. He wanted to see them blush again.

"Just... why are you doing this?" They asked, their eyes looking anywhere but Langa. They were shy. They found it unbelievable but it happened. They were shy.

Langa stared at them for a moment, making [Y/N] nervous.

"Because I like you."

Those words froze [Y/N] on the spot. Their eyes widen, lips parted slightly. The words ran through their mind like an echo. Langa's charmed smile implanted with it.

"And I want to be your friend."

Impossible.

"That's..." [Y/N]'s face was burning up. Cheeks redder they matched their eyes. "That's stupid." They blurted out quickly, taking a step back. Langa frowned a bit, not unexpecting that sort of answer to his confession. A confession they weren't sure if they were happy about or sadden by it.

"No one wants to be my friend. No one likes me... That's what they always told me." [Y/N] took another step back, brows knitted down but not in anger but in sorrow. Every step they took back, Langa takes one forward. "I'm unlovable... I don't... deserve it." The young former skater shook their head, as if snapping into reality. Tears welled up on their eyes. "You don't like me. You don't. You don't, you don't, you don't, you don't," They repeated quietly, hugging themselves as the tears rolled down their cheeks. Langa panicked. He didn't wanted to upset them. What they said made him wonder who told them such statements. They trembled and he didn't know what to do.

Except for one thing. And he hoped he don't get slap doing so.

Arms wrapped around their frame, a hand on their head as the other rest on their lower back. The hand stroke their head as the other ran their back in a circular form. Langa closed his eyes, hugging [Y/N] closed to him.

"Shh... shh... It's okay, [Y/N]..." He whispered. "Whoever told you those things, they... they don't know what they're talking about." Langa took a deep breath. "But I'm telling the truth. And you do deserve it." He pulled away a bit, cupping their face with his hands and made them looked at him. "I like you. I like you very much. And even though I want to be more, I do want to be your friend." Langa smiled genuinely, blue eyes staring into red ones. "So, please... let me be your friend."

[Y/N] stared at Langa, stunned in his embrace. The blush darkened as Langa continued. They couldn't believe it. Their heart pounded little by little with every word Langa spoke. The hands on their face felt nice. The comfort hug was something they never experienced. They only got hurt by the hands of those who dared say they loved them. But, for whatever reason, they trusted Langa's words.

"Please... don't hurt me..."

[rogueofsoup]

Wait does sans find ingo scary?

In a way, yes. To explain it, let me put you in his slippers~

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You're a Monster living in The Underground with your younger brother when your knock-knock jokes friend from the other side of the door to the ruins asks you to keep a Human from dying. He's an adult, but clumsy at the moment due to a head injury and she just wants to make sure he doesn't accidentally fall off a cliff or something. You agree, figuring you can handle it.

The Human's pretty cool. His name is Ingo, and he's just about the chilliest guy you know. No matter how people treat him, he always responds with kindness and courtesy. After a while, you can eventually tell when he's bothered by something based on micro expressions. Even though things definitely bother him, he never speaks up in a way that might be construed as "rude". He's so goddamn polite to everyone you have half a mind to yell at the people being jerks to him yourself. You want him to at least stand up for himself just once.

One day, it happens.

He brings a particularly rude monster (a Noble even) off into a private room to speak. You're curious, so you follow after unseen in the shadows. You hear him trying to figure out why the Noble is so rude to him. The Noble only responds with more rudeness. You see the anger bubbling up. You feel excited that he's going to finally tell someone off, but there's a small part of you filling with dread.

You can see the anger quickly rising, and Ingo's voice raises. It's not the yelling that bothers you, Ingo is known for his particularly loud voice. It's the anger in the voice that chills you. Finally, you see it: the frustration and rage built up like steam in a pressure cooker. Releasing slowly at first, then faster and faster. He never complains about anyone to anyone. He never vents. As far as you know, he only complains within his own mind. All that has built up into practically a bomb just waiting to happen. He tells the Noble off, even swearing for the first time you've heard since he started living in The Underground. There's a silence, giving you a false hope that the steam is all released and the pressure cooker is finally safe. The Noble says something that normally only bothers Ingo a little bit. He shrieks in pure unadulterated rage.

You're afraid of this anger. You now know there's so much more in there just waiting to burst. You're afraid of what might happen if he can't keep his lid on. You're afraid of what he might do, what he could do if he were to explode entirely. You begin to wonder if you should start fearing for the safety of the Monsters around him.

And then you remember.

Ingo has a Green soul.

You sigh with relief, knowing that even if he did burst, he wouldn't have the willingness to actually hurt anyone unless he or someone else is hurt first. Even then, you know he wouldn't have the heart to kill. He can bark all he wants, but he has almost no bite. He's less of a pressure cooker and more of a shaken soda bottle.

Still, you can't help but wonder… what would happen if he built up so much anger and frustration, that it didn't matter his soul was green?

[give-me-malice]

Dick Grayson Week: Day 4 - Bruce Hits Dick & Doesn't Get Away With It

The slap resounds throughout the whole cave. The bats fly off, disturbed, chittering. Tim drops his mug.

The crash of the mug does little to disturb Bruce, whose eyes flicker to where Tim is, on the opposite side of the cave, analysing a blood splatter pattern for a recent case, before surveying Dick, who is panting, head turned away from the slap. Tim can just make out the red outline of a handprint on his face.

"Right." Dick speaks, voice raw, even though he had barely raised his voice before being slapped. "That's how it is."

Bruce crosses his arms, cape sealing around him, shadows wrapping around him like shock is wrapping around Tim, clouding his mind, clogging his veins. Because, what? Did Bruce just hit Dick? Tim may not be Jason, but even he could tell that Bruce seemed to favour Dick above them all. Well, okay, this may have changed his mind a little.

Tim dared not move closer, but he strained his ears to listen in.

"You were irresponsible tonight Dick." Bruce growled.

Dick let out a tired laugh, and scrubbed at his face, the remnants of the glue from his mask peeling off like dead skin cells, "You say that every night Bruce."

"You disobeyed my direct orders and nearly jeopardised the entire mission. The mission we have been working on for months now!"

Frustration bled out into Dick's voice, "The mission? That's all you care about? Not Jason nearly taking a bullet to the shoulder?"

Bruce just gritted his teeth. Tim bit his lip. Sure, it was no secret that Bruce and Jason weren't exactly on the best of terms, but generally Bruce cared about all of his children's wellbeing. Right? Right?

Tim's anxious spiral nearly caused him to miss Dick's next words, low and quiet. "God Bruce. You could at least try to pretend to care."

Bruce's fists began to clench, a sure sign that he was getting ready to throw a punch. Tim's stomach clenched, knotting, anxious as Dick continued, "You know, I try, try so damn hard to tell the kids you care about them, that you love them, that you would go to the ends of the earth for any of them, even Jay and Dami. But God, would it kill you once in a while to prove that?"

Tim started to make his way over to them, watching as Bruce's anger climb, his jaw work, wondering where the hell everyone else was in this godforsaken family was, readying himself to intervene should it come to it.

"The mission-" Bruce started, a vein pulsing at his temple-

"Forget the fucking mission Bruce! Can you just try to be a good father to them!" Dick threw his hands up in anger.

Tim saw the punch before it came, saw every move telegraphed in horrifying slow motion. Bruce, pulling back his right arm, leaning on his back leg, following through with a right hook, and punching Dick squarely in the jaw with zero hesitation, nearly full strength, messy, uncoordinated, not at all like the cold, clean and efficient methods of Batman; no this was all Bruce, Bruce's rage, Bruce's anger.

Dick was knocked to the ground immediately, and before he knew it, Tim had run forward, disarming Bruce, sending him crashing to the floor, the element of surprise on his side as evidenced by the bare shock in Bruce's eyes.

"Tim-" Dick started, behind him on the floor, voice thick with an emotion Tim couldn't quite identify.

"What the hell was that Bruce?" Tim hissed out, bo staff extended, pressing down on his chest.

"Tim please-" Bruce raised his hands in a placating manner, expression softening as he looked up at Tim, "Let me up, this is just a simple argument-" But no, no it wasn't, Tim thought, feeling the adrenaline course through his veins, his brain replaying the hit over, and over and over again, in bright, 4k technicolour.

"No Bruce," Tim hissed, "That looked like a father hitting his son."

Bruce's face shuttered, "Tim, let me up. This is an argument between two adults-" He said in his Batman's voice, the tone allowing for no argument.

"How long?" Tim turned around, craning his neck at Dick, who had gotten up, looking guilty as he nursed the swiftly developing bruise on his jaw, "How long has this has been going on Dick?"

Dick glanced away, and murmured, "It's fine Tim, leave it alone, I can handle it."

"The hell you can!" Tim exploded, surprising himself.

"Tim," Dick said softly, placing a hand on Tim's shoulder. He hadn't realised he was shaking. "Let him up."

Reluctantly, Tim straightened up, allowing Bruce to gingerly get up. He scowled at the man, crossing his arms.

"Come on Tim." Dick was leading him away, movements non-threatening, in the voice that he usually used with victims. Tim hated it. He should be the one comforting his big brother after this, not the other way round.

"How long Dick?" He said immediately, when they were out of reach of Bruce, safe in the showers. Dick clenched his jaw and looked away. "Dick," Tim pleaded, his voice cracking, "Please."

Dick's face was turned away but his shoulders were tense as he said, "Since before Jason."

Jesus Christ. That was years. Dick would have been Tim's age or younger.

Tim sucked in a breath, "Do the others know?"

"No." Dick's reply was immediate, "And they're not going to."

Tim's mouth fell open in shock. "Dick, what? You have to tell them!"

Dick's fist clenched, "I said no Tim! They can't know. They need..." Dick paused, taking in a shaky breath, Tim's chest ached for Dick. "They need to think he's a good father, okay?"

Tim tilted his head to look at the tiled ceiling, helplessly. Dick had been dealing with this for years and none of them had ever known. The rush of pain and empathy for Dick nearly made Tim buckle to his knees. Instead he sat on the bench and quietly murmured, "And what if it was one of us?" Tim looked up at Dick, whose face held a micro expression of horror.

"He wouldn't." Dick answered, automatically, still determinedly defending Bruce somehow with such conviction that Tim didn't know whether he wanted to laugh or cry.

"You can't know that for sure."

Dick shook his head with a sad smile on his face, "I made sure I took all the hits for you all Babybird."

And God that just made Tim feel a hundred and ten times worse. How many hits had Dick taken for him? Tim could feel himself spiralling, guilt crawling up his throat, but he shook his head, attempting to refocus himself. Now was not the time, he needed to help Dick first, and then take a massive guilt trip later.

"I'm telling the others." Tim said decisively, and Dick's head shot up.

"Tim, no-"

"No Dick," Tim said firmly. "The others need to know. This has gone on for way too long. And I could never forgive myself if you-" Tim broke off his sentence as Bruce's punch replayed once more in his mind, the sound of flesh hitting flesh and the crash of Dick falling to the floor.

He wasn't sure what they'd with (or to) Bruce once the others knew, but he did know this: the batfamily sticks together, and robins don't leave robins left behind.

@dickgraysonweek

A rather late entry on account of the week coinciding with the exam period, however I decided to take a night off and write this! I've seen a couple fics with Jason reacting to Bruce hitting Dick, but I can't recall many with Tim, so I thought I'd write this.

My AO3 :)

[whaleofatjme1920]

Headcanons about the foundation squad reacting to being infected with an Scp that makes others see their memories?

Memories That Should Have Stayed Hidden

[Including: Quill, Sora, Icarus, Grace and Tjme. Respectively, @lynxlycan, @hereggssuitcasefish, @celestialissues, @nursegracecreates/@thegracelessfaceless]

[Warnings: It's,,,, a little angsty?]

[AN: Told from the view point of an intro level researcher/the Reader]

Don't you just hate when things go wrong?

Dr. Quill

You've only ever heard whispers of a young site director, a prodigy. She rose through the ranks faster than almost everyone in the history of the Foundation, and the way her thoughts swirl around in your head is like a tornado, raging faster, destroying cities in its wake. She's asleep now, that's what the on site doctors are saying. No one knew [DATA EXPUNGED] effects were that bad, that strong, that dangerous. You stood beside her when it first began to swirl, and watched as it pulled her into its vortex. When she was spit back out, she was asleep. And now, you hear her thoughts, or rather, the echoes of things that happened. Flashes dance in your skull as you wait for her to wake up. She's scared, deep down inside, she's so, so scared. But it didn't start out that way. When she was younger, she was happy, unaware of shadow organizations and the societies that really made the world go round. It's hard to be good for your age, she's reacting almost violently to that thought. 16 and she was far above others. Site director of 18, the one who's always running. You can see in your mind's eye how she was brought to the position, and how some part of her is still worried she won't live up to something as prestigious. It's a glorified storage unit, really, but the benefits she's been given are scary. They're intimidating. She's only 23. You can hear her laughing, feel tears run down your own cheeks, and the chill of her realizing she's more vulnerable than she's ever been. You can see that she's a charismatic, bright young woman when she's not held to expectations she never asked for. You can see she love her work for the Pony Express. She's passionate, and talented, but she doubts herself. Her eyes are yours as she shows you how she looked into the mirror and scrutinized herself. You sigh and close her out from your own head, and hope she wakes up soon. You want to tell her just how important she is to you, and what whatever expectations were set before her have well been exceeded.

Dr. Sora

Static. You've been hearing static for the past hour or so. When [DATA EXPUNGED] was brought out for regular testing and Dr. Sora came into contact with it, you had no idea it would pull them in so drastically. They're not conscious right now, and the site doctors aren't sure when they'll wake up. You're begging Sora to stop sending static at you. You know it's them sending it, who else could it be? The images that crackle around your head like electricity sending fires roaring to the sky crawl down your back all over your body. You're practically begging them to stop, to let those thoughts go, or to let you in. With the last realization comes a part of Dr. Sora you've never seen before. You're seeing their memories from the eye level of a child, and goodness are they on edge. They're never at ease, and you can feel and see this as they grow older and older. You see them fall in love. You see them hiding their love, but due to its strength, the radiance and the happiness they felt towards each other, it's light slipped through the cracks. You can hear the mocking, the jeers, and feel every ounce of pain Sora protected Avasha from. You watch them fall apart, not because they wanted to, but because of the society they lived in. Your breathing times in with Sora's overwhelming static as they get angrier and angrier, and like a burst of energy, all that rage and pure hatred for beings that barely deserve to be called human, it explodes. Chaos envelops their form, lightning, blue smoke, and it levels a section of the forest. You feel the high fading, but their anger continues to crackle. It's not the first time they level forests, and it won't be the last time. Sora has grown to love more than what's good for them. They care oh so deeply. When you reopen your eyes, Dr. Sora is looking back at you. A lifetime of memories have just exploded in your skull. Dr. Sora apologizes, and you ask what for.

Agent Icarus

Working with an agent like Icarus has always been something special, and they've always been good to you. So, when she reached out to touch [DATA EXPUNGED] while under it's influence, you panicked. And now, they're asleep. Icarus looks peaceful for someone who has what sounds like a literal battle inside of her head. You can hear and see things that are beyond your comprehension as you rest near their side, hands folded on your lap in the chair as they continue to project their thoughts to you. They're memories of a place Icarus doesn't seem to know at all. Her wings are folded around her body like a protective blanket, shielding them from the world. They didn't belong to her originally, she wasn't made with them. This isn't the first time that Icarus has messed with a skip that proved to change their life. 2200, being the one that gifted them these gorgeous wings. But, the memories associated with becoming an angel aren't easy. And you don't think Icarus consciously knows that - in fact, you're certain her subconscious is letting you in because someone other than Icarus needs to know. You can't actually perceive heaven, and you're not sure that's because you aren't dead or because it's too divine. There's a war, and Lucifer is by Icarus' side. The clashing of blades, ichor falling from the heavens to the earth like drops of rain blessing the soil in gold, feathers pulled and called angel kisses on the faces of humans they flutter down to. Divine voices are laden with pain. You can feel Icarus' heart stop when the Ophanim stare down at her with their many eyes, fires burning brighter than the sun, singeing their wings, burning them. You hear the screams of Lucifer, his light dimming as he watches her. You can see a light that rivals the north star falling to the earth, watch as it binds to a blade soaked in that same ichor. And you watch as Icarus first lays her hands on it. A sigh escapes your lips. You ask her to give you a break. She gifts you the songs of the seraphim.

Dr. Tjme

You were shadowing her, learning how to deal with a particularly difficult SCP when they touched her. It was a quick forearm grab, and Tjme was asleep. You held your breath as you pushed it off of her, before allowing security to do what they had to do. You're standing on the dock leading to the ocean right now. They tried moving Tjme to the med bay, but her tail manifested and kept slamming into the people trying to help her. They put her back in the water and she calmed down. A memory eater, that's what you learned what that thing was. After you touched it, you gained a portion of it's powers, and now, you can hear and see her memories. The moon is high in the sky in a deep southern Chinese fishing village. A merwoman rises from the sea, exhaustion in her eyes as she holds a wriggling baby. She must not have used her legs for a while as she stumbles. She looks panicked, scared. Her legs are covered in open wounds. She leaves her baby in one of the stalls, prays to a goddess you don't know the name of, before slinking back to the water. She stays until the first morning light comes. You watch the baby get passed to police before eventually landing in the hands of Americans. You can feel the joy she has discovering her tail at 13. And shortly after, how she heads to the sea for the first time since her birth. The ocean, it doesn't love her, not at first. The ancient mer see a child raised on land and turn away. A home she's never known refuses to welcome her. You feel her pain. You feel her anger. You can see the summers she suppressed her nature in response, and how it took almost dying for the ocean to accept her. When you reopen your eyes, you see the eyes of mer out in the distance. You scooch a little closer to Tjme from where you sit on the dock, and they dip below the waves. You hear kulnings in the distance, the chirps of belugas. They view you as a threat, but you smile regardless, listening as their songs grow to warnings and threats. You reach out to touch her. There are now shark fins circling the dock. You do not move any closer.

Nurse Grace

Grace shouldn't have been under the influence of [DATA EXPUNGED] to begin with. She's only ever been on location a handful of times in her relatively new career in the foundation, and it's lucky number five that hurt her. She's resting now. Her husband Sal is asleep at her side, and you're allowed to stay due to the anomalous tie you have with her at the moment. You can hear her laughter, and you assume it's from when she first met Sal. She seems happy, in your mind's eye. The things she shows you are peaceful, sweet, a love story. It's classic. You can feel her heart race faster and faster as Sal leans in to kiss her. You can see the way that Sal looks at her with such deep love and admiration. If you've ever needed proof of soulmates, you strongly believe their love is the only proof you'd ever need to know it exists. And then, it shifts. You see the darker parts, the things that hurt, the things you know she's afraid of happening to Sal. The love she has for this man could rival the being that filled the seas and painted the stars. You see mentions of a cult, and then that whole arc come to fruition. You feel her anguish when Sal was executed, and her relief at him returning. You feel her rage shake the earth when the Foundation takes him into custody. You see Sal squeeze her hand when she negotiates she never leaves his side. You can hear him whisper how much he loves her. You don't like how the Foundation has tried to hard to keep them apart, and you're certain your anger and frustration is leaking into her memories. You can see every key moment in her life and how it's contributed to the woman she is today. Strong, confident, a protector of her husband. Someone who deserves the world and more. You feel like you should have protected her better, let you be the one lost in a dream. But, when you reopen your eyes, you can see her smile, almost as if she's telling you her protection spans to you as well.

[wanderingchocolateeclair]

But again, he was just a little too late...

Hello!! I’m back and finally gathered the motivation to finish this! Here is one of the Izumi angsts that I keep on going on about!! It took me ages, but I decided that since I don’t think my motivation will let me make this any longer, I might as well bring it to a suitable end and post it for you to see :)

I hope you enjoy, I spent a little too long on this one (the other Izumi angst is a little longer but a bit more on the proper angsty side, so there’s that one to look forward to when it’s done!)

Warnings: mentions of death, destruction, panic, and death.

Tagging: @kiriderp @chaotic-trash-can @theshisthings (if anyone else would like to be tagged in any of my writing posts so you can see them, please let me know and I will happily do so!😊)

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“Oi, Jeanist, slow down!! What the hell?!”

An exasperated Hawks yelled as he clung onto the side of the car seat, his body pressed closely against a very squashed Rumi, who was sprawled rather awkwardly over an even more squished Ryuko.

“Dude! Say something, for god’s sake! What’s going on?!!” Rumi shouted, trying to correct her posture but failing miserably. “I know that ya like to conceal stuff and hide things so people don’t worry but-”

“-this is getting rather concerning, Tsunagu.” Ryuko interrupted the rabbit hero, speaking the thought that was running through all of their minds as the blond man drove at incredibly high speeds down the highway.

“What’s going on?”

No answer.

“Tsunagu.”

Still no answer. The tall man’s hands clenched tighter around the steering wheel, his breath wavering slightly.

“HAKAMATA, FOR FUCKS SAKE-”

“-ALRIGHT! Bloody hell, Ryuko....” Tsunagu blurted out a reply, his hands shaking slightly as he tried to steady his voice. “....w-we just. I need- I need to get there....”

Ryuko sighed and her eyes softened slightly as she heard the vulnerability in the older man’s voice. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to yell, it’s just....I’m worried.”

“We all are....” Keigo chimed in informatively.

Tsunagu nodded his head and sighed. “I know, I know. It’s fine, Ryu, it’s my fault, I should’ve at least said something.”

The dragon hero chewed her lip and looked out the window, thinking back to what happened.

They’d all been waiting to be called for a mission of any sort and were interrupted by a hero message alert, simply informing them about an accident that had happened somewhere. This happened a lot and would notify heroes that were nearby so that they could be on standby for if aid was needed.

Now, all was well, until Jeanist read the message and received another immediately afterwards that contained information that the others were unaware of.

Ryuko observed as the man’s face went paler than ever as he read what had been sent to him, and she didn’t even have time to react or ask before being flung quickly into the back of his car along with the other two and told that it was ‘an emergency’.

“It was that alert, wasn’t it?” She muttered, not wanting to know the answer as she feared the worst. “Wait- Shinya, what about Shinya, where is he?”

Tsunagu winced at the harsh sound of the woman’s voice and prepared to answer but was cut off by Rumi as she gave her thoughts of what Ryuko had just said.

“Isn’t he on patrol around that area with Kamui and Mount Lady?” She questioned, yelping slightly as the car took another sharp turn and sent her flying straight to the other side of the car. “Augh...The message said it was only a small villain attack but it’s mainly the building that got demolished....though they said there were some casualties and injuries and such...”

Tsunagu’s chest grew tight and he started shaking even more at the thoughts that raced through his mind. ‘Oh god....no please.....please be safe...oh please, I beg you....’

“....look at the time...” the blond man whispered, his voice sounding even more vulnerable than before.

4:50pm.

What was so special about 4:50pm?

“What- what’s up with the time?” Rumi asked hesitantly. Looking over Ryuko’s arm as she checked the time. “It’s 4:50, what about it?”

“Izu-” Tsunagu stuttered, his breath hitching as he felt that familiar feeling creep from his stomach up to his throat yet again. “Izumi finishes her school at this time. Hana....Hana looks after her and takes her home....but- but the area. This- argh!”

The car swerved sharply as the blond man narrowly avoided a massive crevice in the road. They stopped moving and looked at the sight in front of them.

They were there. They were at the area that they’d been told about but were shocked to see that the building had completely vanished. It was not there. It was as if someone had plucked it from the ground and taken it elsewhere.

“Holy shit...” Keigo muttered, his wings slumped slightly at the sight that he saw.

Rumi’s ears did the same, as they drooped against her face in a shocked manner while she took in the imagery of the rubble filled, dusty concrete space in front of them.

Ryuko clutched onto the seat in front of her tightly and could feel as Tsunagu’s shoulders dropped, her own breath wavering as she looked out the window.

Police cars and ambulances were scattered around the scene, many heroes could be seen trying to clear the rubble. Despite feeling like such an empty space, there was carnage everywhere.

“Oh god, Tsunagu, please tell me that my suspicions are wrong...” Ryuko quietly spoke, her hands letting go of the seat in front of her as she moved to open the door. “Please....tell me that what you were worried for isn’t what I think it is...”

The blond man drew in a sharp breath and fumbled for the door handle, pushing it open. The other three watched as he stumbled out of the car and exchanged concerned looks before following him in his actions and hurriedly getting out of the car themselves.

“Oi!” Hawks called out, trying to get the older man to slow down as he watched him run towards the police officer that was standing amidst the rubble. “Jeans- Tsunagu, for gods sake, slow down!”

The blond man was too caught up in his worried thoughts to notice the yelling coming from the other three that were following him. His head was so heavy. So loud.

‘Oh god-’

“Tsunagu!”

His stomach felt as if someone had set it on fire....a familiar feeling...too familiar.

‘Please, no-’

“Hey!”

He felt tears prick at his eyes as he reached the shorter police officer who was looking up at him in quite a terrified manner.

“Where are they.”

The smaller figure looked up and squeaked at the surprisingly threatening tone of the fiber hero’s voice.

“U-um, sir? Pl-please wait, don’t-”

“Let me through.” Tsunagu interrupted, no longer trying to mask the harshness of his voice.

“I’m sorry, I-I really can’t let you do that right now, sir. You can’t-”

“Let me get through, and let me see what’s going on.” He loomed above the other man, his long and thin figure casting a dark shadow onto those who were in front of him.

“B-but-”

“Now.”

“Jeanist, sir, please I can’t just-” The police officer cut himself off as he saw the hero’s eyes.

Bright teal orbs glowing with adrenaline, rage and dread, staring straight back into his own. Their light intense enough to mortify the soul that shook in fear within oneself.

This was enough to completely terrify and intimidate the officer. He obeyed the tall man’s demand and dropped everything he was doing as he stepped back hesitantly in shock, unable to look away.

“C-carry on, sir!”

Taking this opportunity, Tsunagu rushed forwards and weaved his way through the piles of rubble, jumping over some of them and kicking some out of the way as he neared the centre of the attack.

‘Idiot!’

Tsunagu snapped his head up at the thoughts that started flooding his mind as he stared up at the huge chunk of concrete that seemed to loom ominously over him.

‘You’re so slow- too late, always too late...’

He shook his head and took a step forward. ‘What would your family think? It’s not like they’d care about you any-’

“Shut up!” He blurted out, feeling his eyes sting from the tears that refused to fall. “Shut up....goddammit, Tsunagu, you’re an idiot.....Shinya....Izumi.....shit...”

His mind felt as if it would explode at any moment. He blamed himself, he always had, but the dread and fear for what he’d find was too much to bear...he couldn’t breathe.

‘So slow-’

“Oh god...”

He stumbled around the massive boulder and shuddered at the sight he saw. The sight that was hidden from everyone else.

‘Too slow-’

“No no no-”

He felt a pair of warm hands gently grasp his shoulders from behind as he watched two younger heroes run towards him in a manner of which to prevent him from going any further towards the usually comforting and familiar flash of red that was wrapped around the kneeling figure that lay ahead of him.

‘Too late.’

Tsunagu felt his heart shatter as he looked at what was in front of him. The tears started to fall and his voice faltered as he tried to call out to his husband, his child, his family...anyone....

“No...th-that’s not right....no...”

“Hey, I don’t think this is a good idea...” Mt Lady spoke quietly as they approached the taller man, her eyes darting back to where Shinya was curled up on the ground.

Kamui shakily looked up at the blond man and took in the fear in his face.

“Let...me...go...” Tsunagu weakly demanded, his voice fading slightly as he tried to shrug the winged hero’s hands off of him.

“I can’t, Tsunagu....holy shit...you two...what happened?” Hawks stuttered out, his own words failing at the sight in front of him, his grip still firm on the other’s shoulders.

“I- I can’t say it.....not here....not now...” Shinji whispered as he tried to steady the tall figure in front of him, his own eyes saddened by the harsh truth of what had happened, blinking rapidly to try and clear away the tears that had already made themselves present. “Jeanist, please......please wait a moment, this isn’t a good idea....”

“Let me go...” Tsunagu’s hollow voice croaked out again, yet this time it seemed to get louder...more desperate....

“Wait! You need to calm down, it’s not safe!” Yuu exclaimed, her voice still trying to be soft. She grabbed onto Tsunagu’s arm and shook it gently, trying to bring him back to reality and make him pay attention to them. But it didn’t work.

His throat tightened as he stared at the crumpled figure of his husband on the ground, his heart racing as his thoughts grew deafeningly louder. He couldn’t hear the others. He couldn’t feel the reassuring hands of the three that held him back from behind...or the hesitant words of comfort from the two that blocked his path.

“Let me get to them!”

All he could hear was the pain of his own thoughts and the silent screams that came from his husbands mouth...the muffled wailing that only he seemed to be able to hear...

“Shinya...”

“For gods sake, please calm down-” Ryuko’s steady voice cut through his thoughts and snapped him back to reality, making him realise that he still hadn’t gotten any further, and that Shinya was still there, curled up on the cold ground.

“Please! Let me see them!” Tsunagu cried out, his voice still straining to the point where barely any sound would come out. “My family, let me get to my family!”

Hawks pivoted around to face the struggling blond and sharply dug his fingers into the older man’s shoulders, trying to make him come to his senses. “For pity’s sake, Jeanist, you know this is a bad idea! You need to calm down, ‘cause out of all people, if you lose control-”

“I need to see my child.”

“Oi!”

“Where is my daughter?”

The two younger heroes that had been with the ninja hero at the time of the incident shared a worried glance and thought back to the moment that Shinya found out what had happened...the fear on his face...the heartbroken scream he let out when he saw....

“Tell me...”

When he saw......

“Let me see my child...”

“Hakamata-san.....” Yuu started, her voice cutting off as more tears welled up in her eyes.

“Let me go....”

“Please....you need to calm down....please listen to us....” Shinji finished what the blonde woman tried to say.

“Don’t touch me...” Tsunagu’s eyes clouded over yet again, his heart racing as he tried to fight against the others.

“You know bloody well this isn’t a good idea!” Rumi hissed as she tried to help Ryuko grab hold of the tall man’s shoulder.

“DON’T TOUCH ME!” Tsunagu yelled out, his voice finally making enough noise to startle and frighten the others, the tears streaming down his face even more than before.

“Shit-”

“LET ME GO!”

“For God’s sake-”

“LET ME GO!!”

“No- we can’t, you know this-”

“STOP IT!”

“We’re trying to help, for fucks sake-”

“LET ME GET TO THEM!”

“TSUNAGU!”

At the sudden loud mention of the fiber hero’s name, the silver haired man’s head snapped up and turned towards the commotion in a weary manner.

Locking eyes like the first time they met, the two anguished heroes shared a gaze. Two parents...partners....family....feeling the same despair and pain as each other as they knew...they knew what they both would have to accept.

“.....Tsunagu?” Shinya called out weakly, his voice barely making a sound as he reached out for his husband. “.....you’re here?”

The others watched as the smaller figure reached out to them, their eyes darting back to the man they were holding.

Tsunagu’s face seemed calmer than it was before, still distraught and pained, but calmer. He seemed to breathe slower and his shoulders lowered as he locked eyes with the other man.

“Shinya...” Ryuko started, her voice filled with concern and worry. “Shinya, are you-”

“Let him go...” The silver haired man interrupted the shaky dragon hero, his voice still quiet despite the boldness of his words. “Let him through...”

“Shinya-”

“Let him get to me...let him see her...” His grey eyes seemed to pierce through the air sharper than his own body when using his quirk, despite how dull and hollow they appeared.

Seeing this, the others shared a hesitant glance before letting go of the distraught Jeanist, their hands lingering slightly to let him know that they were all still there for him.

Stumbling forward slowly, Tsunagu reached out to Shinya, his knees buckling beneath him as he fell into the shaky arms of the other man.

“I-I....I can’t....Shinya, I’m sorry...” he started, his tears rolling steadily down his face.

“Don’t....don’t apologise to me, Tsu, we are both sharing this pain....” the silver haired man whispered, rocking the child in his arms ever so slightly as his own tears fell down the sides of his cheeks. “Just....look at her....look at them both.....look....look at her face, Tsunagu, her face-”

The blond man whimpered as the other man shook in despair, holding his family closer to his chest as they took in the peaceful features of the two that lay in his arms.

The small child that was bundled up in Shinya’s arms stared up lifelessly at them, her usually bright and happy teal eyes, now dull and empty. Her light silver hair was dishevelled and dirty, matted by the dust and rubble that was laying around them. Her tiny little body, laying there, broken and damaged...in a way that not even the most heartless creatures could stand and look over....and the imagery of her childhood, stripped away forever. Her life...cut shorter than anyone could ever deserve.

A different pair of kind and caring arms were wrapped around the resting child. Ones that did not belong to Shinya or Tsunagu, but to a certain hero whose own life had been interrupted by the sudden incident.

Hana’s face seemed to carry so much focus, despite being devoid of life and hope, and her eyes still carried their usual determination. She had always been willing to die fighting for those she loved, however it was never meant to be this soon....not with Izumi...not with her trying and failing to protect her own niece.

“What....what happened....” Tsunagu muttered, burying his face deeper into the top of Shinya’s head and taking the other man’s hand gently in his own, squeezing it in the same reassuring way he would’ve done when their family was alive.

“They were walking home...” Shinya croaked, his voice getting smaller as he held his sister and his child’s body closer to him. “They were just coming home, but they got caught- they got caught up in- Tsunagu, I can’t-”

The taller man attempted to comfort his shivering husband but couldn’t stop his own tears from intensifying.

“Tsunagu....Hana...she tried so hard...” Shinya reached down and fixed a stray strand of hair that was poking out from the fairy hero’s head. “My sister....she....she’s gone.....she.....she tried so hard to protect her...our petal, our little Izumi...”

He trailed off, tears falling onto the red scarf that he had wrapped around the two that lay in his arms.

“Our child....our baby....” Tsunagu breathed, continuing from his husband’s unfinished sentence, his own voice sounding more broken than ever.

“Why....why did this happen?” The smaller man asked a question that he didn’t really want the answer to, yet he asked desperately anyway.

“Shinya...” Tsunagu turned away in pain, looking back at the other heroes he had dragged with him. He felt bad. He didn’t mean to yell at them or push them away...but the blind panic he felt had washed over him like a tidal wave drowning out the signs of those who were trying to help. But now he saw. He could think, he could see, he could hear them clearly once again.....but it was too late for that......and it was too much, too loud, he knew too much of what he wish had never had to know.

He watched as Ryuko crumpled to the floor in anguish, barely being held up by the usually strong bunny hero, who’s ears were now pressed against her face, both being comforted by the winged hero that stood by their side. Keigo’s head hanging low as he felt his heart fill up with a familiar sadness that he knew all too well.

“Why did this happen to us?”

Shinya’s words rang through the air as clear and sharp as the cold winter air that they used to play in as a family, throwing snowballs at eachother and watching as Izumi jumped into the massive piles of snow, only to come out shivering and asking for warm hugs and to be wrapped in her favourite blanket. Those memories that could never happen again.

The fiber hero looked back down into his husbands eyes and saw the pain once again, seeing the desperation from deep down within Shinya’s soul.

He took a deep breath and tried to reply as steadily as he could, keeping the other man’s gaze locked to his own.

“Because she’s our daughter....and anything that happens to us will only ever result in pain for those we love the most....”

Shinya felt more tears run down his face as he listened to the familiar and somewhat still so soothing voice of his husband, sharing the truth of what he had already known.

“That’s how it’s always been for us...all throughout our lives.” Tsunagu continued, closing his eyes as he felt his tears blur his vision over and over again.

“It’s all our fault.” Shinya quietly mumbled, brushing the dirt off of their child’s face as he cried.

Looking up, the silver haired hero saw a flash of blue in the distance, and watched the horror seep into the familiar secretary’s face as she looked upon the bodies he held in his arms, falling to the ground as she saw Hana’s broken figure, and wailing when the reality that her partner was actually gone had fully sunk in.

“We’re her parents....and because of that, now she’s dead.”

Shinya felt Tsunagu’s embrace tighten and watched as his husband place a gentle hand against Izumi’s face.

“Our child is dead...Tsunagu.....our child.....our petal....our sunshine....”

The words that escaped Shinya’s lips stuck daggers into both of their hearts as the felt the shared pain of losing a loved one once more.

“Our baby...” the taller man whimpered, his head no longer able to be held up high, resting on the others own shoulders.

The pain they shared was more excruciating than any injury or near-death experience they had ever felt, all combined together. For they had once felt the joys of being a happy family, becoming parents to a whole entire new life that saw the happiness in everything. For the first time in both of their lives, they had felt true peace, and true happiness. But once it was taken away from them, the light they saw in those moments, would never shine again.

“She’s gone....”