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[universesweetheart]

My Mess (Dazai x Reader)

In which we clean blood off him after a mission

Read my other dazai oneshots: here, here, here :] (peep the turtle smile)

Birthday Gift Series: Part I & Part 2

Impulsively wrote this today after a crying session

Bye now - Mars ♡

Dazai came home bloodied and bruised. He stumbled into your apartment, seeking you out from where you were on the couch engrossed in your book. Not caring that he was messing up your couch or clothes, he flopped down onto the couch, burying his face into your stomach with mumbles of words you have a hard time figuring out.

“Osamu, what happened?” there’s an urgency in your voice as you assess your boyfriend’s state, propping him to sit up, but he’s stubborn and bury his face into your chest. “Sit up, please, for me?”, you’ve found over the years of dating Dazai that he doesn’t allow himself the freedom of emotions. He doesn’t love often, but when he loves, he loves.

Reluctantly he sat up, looking at you with a smile, a fake one. The one he gives everyone when he so effortlessly slips into his overdramatic happy persona. But you know better. Of course, you know better when your soul is a hopeless mess without his and vice versa. It’s what happens when you spend so much time with someone, when your days and laughter blend into theirs and your body trusts them so much that sleep comes naturally, even for the sleepless like him.

“What happened, ‘Samu?” you ask again, voice so gently it takes the form of a whisper, brows frowning softly as your eyes search his for an answer, or explanation, or something. Anything he’s willing to give you. Anything of truth. No pretenses.

“Had a mission today”

That you knew. He’d told you before he left for work, thinking you were willed away with slumber, but you heard the sweet melody of his voice through your dreamland. A sickeningly sweet tune luring your soul back to its body, to him. To him.

His face was exhausted, eyes darker than usual. His hair matted with dried blood and his bandages stained red from the thick crimson. Whether his or someone else, you were unsure of.

“Wanna tell me about it?”

“No”

‘Okay”

You hummed, standing up and urging him to stand too. “Let’s get you cleaned up”

You made your way to the bathroom, Osamu practically slumped over you. You guide him to sit on the stool you kept in your bathroom for shaving.

“May I?” you asked softly, your voice honeyed to not startle him. You’d seen Osamu without his bandages before though it wasn’t plenty of times. You didn’t want to rush things with him, founding yourself liking what you had with this man.

He also liked, and appreciated, your understanding nature. He loved how gentle you were with him and most of all he liked how you let him figure his shit out. Never wanting to save him, just be there for him whilst he saved himself.

He nodded, closing his eyes, and resting his head on your shoulder. His hands found themselves around your waist, if only loosely.

You gently unwrap his bandages, taking a washcloth and wetting it with some warm water, pressing it against his skin. The warmness of the water softens the stubborn dried blood. The silence overtakes you both, it’s comfortable. No need to fill the space.

You continue to wipe him down, only slipping away to run the bath for him. Filling the tub with warm water and dropping a bath bomb to dissolve in it. Stepping back over to him, ridding him of the rest of his clothes as you help him into the tub.

Osamu rested his head over the edge, whilst you wetted it, adding the shampoo and conditioner to soften the matted mess of a bird’s nest that has become his usually silky hair. You noticed he closed his eyes, leaning down to press a soft kiss to his forehead, along with words of affection.

Dazai opened his eyes and looked up at you, a soft smile graced his lips. “Bella…” He spoke, “Join me”

You smiled, ridding yourself of your clothes and slipping into the waters with him. Body straddling his as you brought your hands to cup his cheeks. “Worries me when you come home like this” you confess, words shaky as you bit your lower lip to hold back the emotions threatening to spill over.

“M’okay, Bella” Osamu soothes, “See, right here, safe and sound” he whispers, drawing you closer for a kiss. A simple soft kiss, you feel him. Tongue slipping into your mouth, hands wandering down to your waist, one slipping lower to squeeze the fat of your ass.

You gasp softly against his lips, Dazai’s mouth swallowing all your sounds. “Always come back to you, baby, don’t worry that pretty little head” he rasps against your lips, swollen lips.

Dazai’s mood stabilized as his darling tended to him. The soft touches of your fingers and words caressed his soul and hardened his cock. The rawness of your worry is something he loves. Because it shows you care, genuinely. It silences his mind that tries to tell him that you don’t, that all of this isn’t real and that any day you’d up and leave him.

So when you stay and tend to him as he comes bloodied and hurt instead of running away scared and frightened and disgusted, as he expected you to be, it relieved him greatly. It affirms the unspoken truthness of your relationship. You love him. You love him. Maybe just as much he loves you, he hopes.

[shiftingwithmars]

Dial tone —Mattheo Riddle

A/N: I’m in a Mattheo mood, so why not a cute little mini fic?

Warnings: Fluff, slight angst, not much else!!

Mattheo dropped the phone, his heart breaking as he sat there in silence. You glanced up from your studying, your brows furrowed in confusion. Mattheo had been talking on the phone for almost an hour, but you’d been too focused on your studies to listen to the conversation. “Matty? What’s wrong?” You questioned softly, slowly setting your book down.

���Death-eaters raided hogsmeade.” Mattheo said with a shaky breath, his fingers digging into his palm. You sighed, your expression filled with sympathy. Every time Voldemort’s followers caused chaos, Mattheo was harassed and tormented at school. You slowly got up from your seat, approaching Mattheo with a gentle expression.

“Oh, baby…” You said softly, pulling Mattheo into a gentle hug. He rested his head on your shoulder, letting a tear roll down his cheek. “Maybe we can see if Dumbledore will excuse you from class for a week or two. Give things some time to settle down.” You said softly, running a gentle hand through Mattheo’s hair. Mattheo sighed, burying his face in the crook of your neck. “Y-yeah, maybe Dumbledore will let me skip…”

Mattheo laid in bed, listening to the soft sound of rain patter on the windows. He glanced up as you entered his room, his eyes filled with curiosity. “Well?” He asked softly. Just as you had hoped, Dumbledore had excused Mattheo from classes for the week. It was finally Friday, and Mattheo had been waiting all day for you get done with class.

“Everyone is still talking about what happened at Hogsmeade. But, I think it’s okay. Everyone’s moved on from being mad at you.” You said softly, taking a seat beside your boyfriend. Mattheo let out a sigh of relief, pulling you into his lap. “Thank you.” He said softly, burying his face in the crook of your neck. You smiled, pressing a kiss to his temple. “Of course. Who else is gonna put up with your ignorant ass?” You said teasingly, causing Mattheo to chuckle.

“Oh shut up.” He said with a smile, resting his back against the headboard. You smiled as you rested your head on his chest, curling up against him. “I love you, Mattheo. No matter who your father is.” You said softly, gently kissing his knuckles. “I love you too, Y/N.” He replied with a sigh of content, hugging you tightly. No matter what happened, you’d always be there for Mattheo. He’d never have to be alone again.

[marsthegaymer]

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Sleeping Beauty (Chuuya x Reader)

Wrote this overstimulated and sweaty because I live in tropical hell!

I love chuuya

Bye now - Mars 

You stirred awake in the early hours of the morning, the sky still dark, stars visible from the view of your open windows. Laid up comfortably in your lover’s arms as he snores softly, his body pressed into yours. The redhead was practically on top of you. 

Blinking awake you stayed stilled, gathering your thoughts. You knew your lover had an important mission which would require him leaving earlier than he usually did and whilst he did set the alarm the night before, you wanted to do a little special something for the hardworking man you loved. 

You also knew the stubborn motherfucker would try to sneak away as he didn’t ever want to interrupt your sleep, he usually leaves a note on the nightstand.

Sneakily you slipped out of his arms, slipping a pillow in your place. You turned off the alarm set to go off in the next hour. As quiet as you could, you made your way to the kitchen and whipped up a breakfast for him.

A simple bagel sandwich and a coffee for the redhead, snacking as you worked around the kitchen. You sipped a glass of tea as you did. 

Setting everything up in a tray, you made your way back to the bedroom, placing the tray down on the table and moving over to the bed.

You sit down, leaning down and kissing your lover's forehead. “Chu?” you whispered softly, placing another kiss in between his brows. 

Chuuya’s brows furrowed but he remained asleep for the most part. Prying the pillow from him, you placed another soft kiss on the tip of his nose, “Baby,” you tried again.

“Come on, wake up, pretty boy”, now that earned a soft grumble from Chuuya and you smiled. Settling besides him, you kiss his shoulder this time, “C’mon” you whisper softly

“No” he mumbled and turned away from you, hugging the pillow, his back now towards you. You smirk mischievously and scoot closer, kissing his back softly.

“C’mon, sleeping beauty,” You hugged him from behind, resting your face against his, cheek to cheek and whispering sweet words you knew he couldn’t resist. 

 Brushing back his hair, you kiss his temple, then kiss his cheek, and finally move up to place soft kisses to his eyelids. With a grumble he finally opens his eyes and looks at you, a groggy look on his face. You smile softly, looking back at him.

“S’too early, babe” he grumbled and sat up, the silk sheet sliding down his chest and pooling around his hips. His toned chest on display, one that you shamelessly stared at.

You get up from the bed and get the wooden tray, setting it on his lap and settling beside him. You stroke his hair and lean in, kissing his cheek. 

“How long you gonna be gone this time ‘round?” You look at him, a hint of sadness swimming in the pool of adoration in your eyes. 

“A few weeks” He answers shortly, looking down at the tray before him, his eyes soften and he leans over and kisses your temple, his hand coming to rest behind your head, “I will be back before you know it, sweetness” 

The redhead closes his eyes and lean his head against yours, “Thank you for this, you really didn’t have to,”

“I know, but I wanted to, Chuu” you tilt your head up, looking at him. 

He looks down at you, and smiles softly, “I love you.” he said with conviction, he captures your lips in a soft yet passionate kiss. 

“I love you too” you kiss him back with equal passion and love, “hey?”

“Hm?”

“Y’know, you snore”

“I don’t, you brat” a hand comes down and smacks your behind, a soft laugh escaping him, eyes crinkled in happiness and content.

[shiftingwithmars]

Scars—Mattheo Riddle fanfic

A/N: I’m absolutely in love with Mattheo/Marcus’ scars so ofc I had to make a fic about it! Summary: Mattheo Riddle has always been insecure about his scars. They reminded him of his past, a past that included his father, which he so desperately wanted to forget. However, his girlfriend doesn’t feel the same.

Warnings: Swearing, Fluff, slight angst if you squint, mentions of abuse, mentions of fighting, use of Y/N, established relationship, modern AU? please let me know if I missed any.

Song(s) listened to while writing: Kiss My Scars by August Royals.

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You drew stars around my scars

“Y/n?” You glanced up from your book as your name was called, giving Pansy a friendly smile as she approached you. “What’s wrong?” You questioned, noticing her worried expression. “It’s Mattheo. He got into another fight.” Pansy explained, your gaze immediately flickering up to meet hers.

You picked through the crowd, coming to the edge of the sea of students. Theodore and Enzo were struggling to hold Mattheo back, meanwhile Draco and Blaise held Cormac McLaggen out of reach of your boyfriend. Mattheo lunged for Cormac again, but his attempts were cut short as Theodore and Enzo pulled him back. “Say it again, you damn son of a—“ Mattheo’s words were cut short as he noticed you out of the corner of his eye. His eyes filled with a mix between shame and surprise.

“What’s wrong? Don’t want your little girlfriend to watch me beat your ass?” Cormac taunted, and Mattheo’s expression filled with rage once more. He began to surge forward again, but your hand on his chest stopped him. “Leave it, Matty. He’s not worth it.” You said softly, meeting his eyes with a look of sympathy and worry. “Yeah, listen to your girlfriend, Matty.” Cormac taunted.

You grabbed Mattheo’s hand, your grip firm as you pulled Mattheo away, ignoring Cormac’s taunting calls as you two left. You headed back to your dorm, closing the door behind you two and sitting on your bed. Mattheo sat down beside you, staring at the ground. He still looked angry, but now he also looked……sad? “Alright, what happened?” You asked softly, brushing a loose curl from Mattheo’s eyes.

“It’s nothing.” Mattheo responded, brushing off your attempts to comfort him. “Matty, it’s clearly not nothing. What happened?” You asked again, gently pulling him closer. Mattheo slowly glanced up at the mirror in the corner of the room, his expression full of pain. “Cormac said some things he shouldn’t have, okay? Just leave it. Please.” You ignored his plead, gently taking his face in your hands. “What’s wrong? Seriously, don’t just brush me off.”

A Mattheo sighed, leaning back against the headboard. “My scars…” Mattheo trailed off, inhaling sharply before continuing. “Cormac called them disgusting. He wouldn’t shut up about them, and I just couldn’t stand it…” Mattheo trailed off once more, closing his eyes as a tear ran down his cheek.

You gently reached out and brushed the tear from his cheek, your expression soft as you curled up beside him. “Cormac is wrong. Your scars are beautiful, Mattheo.” Mattheo scoffed, rolling his eyes. “How are they beautiful? My father gave them to me.” He huffed. “I know. But they’re proof that you survived.” You said softly, gently kissing the scar on his left cheek. Mattheo sighed, letting his eyes flutter closed at the contact.

You smiled as you grabbed a marker from your nightstand, rolling up Mattheo’s sleeves. His expression filled with confusion as you uncapped the marker, and he pulled away from you. “What are you doing?” He questioned, his brow quirked with confusion. “Just trust me.” You said softly, gently pulling him back towards you.

You held his arm still as you began to draw, your touch light and gentle. Gentle patterns repeated as you moved across his arm, pulling away when you were finished to admire your work. Mattheo stared at his arms, his eyes wide with admiration. You drew hearts around his scars.

Mattheo just stared at his arm with a look of amazement. “I love you…” he said softly, and you couldn’t help but giggle. “Trust me, idiot, I know.”

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A/N: Due to some recent things I’ve seen, I cut the “Cardigan” by Taylor Swift reference out of the fic. I do not support Taylor, and I felt it wasn’t a good idea to include her in a fic about someone suffering from abuse after the very ableist things she’s done.

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Promises

Mommy! Lady Dimitrescu x Little! Reader

Warning(s): Age regression, angst, yelling, fluff in the next part.

a/n: This will be in two parts. I had fun writing this and I hope you guys enjoy.

Summary:

What happens when Alcina runs out of promises?

Y/N’s pov

I wake up to a cold empty bed. Where’s my mommy? I pull off the covers and grab (your favorite stuffie). I hold them close to my chest as I go around looking for her. “Mommy” I call softly. I hear the padding of my feet as I walk down the long hallway. I per into one of the rooms. “Mommy? Are u in here” I ask but she’s not there. I eventually find her in her study. I walk up to her. “Mommy” I call her name. She looks up at me and smiles. “What are you doing up little one” she asks. “ I woke up an chu not dere” I say quietly. “Mommy has work I need to do” she sighs. “ I know mommy I just wan chu” I say. She sighs before getting up. “Come on little one. Back to bed” she says holding her hand out. I hold her hand and cling to her side. She walks me back to the room and lays me down. 

“Alright little one. No more getting up okay” she asks. “I jus wan chu sweeps wit me” I say. “I won’t go anywhere I’ll be here” mommy says. I cuddle into her and start drifting when she starts playing with my hair. I wake up in the morning to no mommy. I thought she was going to stay with me. I got up from the bed with my stuffie. I walk straight to her study and see her doing more work and I pout. I walk in and go straight up to her. “Hi mommy “ I say softly. “Not right now, I’m busy” she says going through papers. “But mommy, I hungy. An I wan chu” I say even softer. “Mommy’s really busy right now. Have the maids make you something. “Okay mommy. Can chu pway water” I ask her. “Yeah, whatever. Just let me work” she says.

I walk out and down the hallway. I walk into the kitchen. And she Bela messing with one of the maids. She turns her head to me and smiles. “Hey there little one” she says softly and flies over to me. “How’s my favorite little bug” she asks putting hair behind my ear. “Gud I jus hungy” I replied. “We’ll have to fix that yeah?” She says turning to the maid. “ chocolate pancakes and strawberries will do” she orders the maid. She turns to me and smiles. “ why don’t you hang out with mom” she asks. “She busy so I cant” I say a little quiet. “Oh sorry bug. I bet Dani can play” she suggests. I nod and turn around. I walk to Dani’s door. “Dani” I call softly. The door opens and Dani instantly smiles. “Hey there pup” she says sweetly. “Cans we pway “ I ask. “Of course! Come in” she exclaimed. 

After a while the maid comes in with the food. “Tank chu” I say loudly at the maid. “Of course” she says smiling. I eat all of it and continue playing before I start getting sleepy. “Hey, you sleepy little one” Dani asks. I nod as I rub my eyes. “Go tell mom, so she can put you down” she says. I walk back to the study and walk up to mommy. “ Mommy, I sweepy” I say yawning. “ okay, I’ll be there in a second” she says not looking up at me. I nod and walk into the room and plop down on the bed. I wait there for a while before I get up and go back to her. “Mommy” I ask. “Mommy pease I sweepy” I say. She sighs harshly before getting up and walking past me. I run to catch up with her. She gets me ready for a nap in a hurry. As soon as I am tucked in she heads for the door. “Mommy? I fought chu gon stay wit me” I ask. “Mommy has work to do. Mother Miranda Needs mommy to do something’s for her.” She replies. 

“Okie. Can we pway after I wakes up” I ask her and she nods before shutting the door. I lay down excited to play since she hasn’t for a while. I fall asleep pretty easily. I wake up a couple hours later and excitedly getting up. I go straight to the study. “Mommy!!! Are chu weady to pway” I say excitedly and jumping up and down.”not right now Y/N” she says. “But mommy you promised” I whine and keep asking her to play with me. “Y/N” she says firmly and I stop jumping. “I need you to stop coming in here. I said I was working do you not understand simple words” she says harshly. I feel tears pooling in my eyes. “Um…yeah” I was quietly. “Then why can you not listen to simple instructions and not bother me” she says raising her voice. “I-I’m sowwy mommy” I say almost at a whisper. “Excuse me “ she asks harshly. “I just said sowwy” I say with my lip quivering. “Do not have attitude with me “ she says grabbing my arm. She pulls me into the hallway and I fall on the floor crying. “Now leave me be” she says and slams the door. Tears are streaming down my face. Why was mommy being so mean? I knew I didn’t want to be around her. I wanted auntie Donna.

I run to the room sobbing. I grab one of my bags and put a stuffie and my favorite snack and sippy cup with water. I put my shoes and jacket on and walk out the door. I use a map I found to find Donna’s house. I get lost and Duke comes to my rescue. “Ah Y/N, what are you don’t out here all alone” he asks. “Mommy was be mean I wan see auntie Donna.  “ well she lives in that direction “ he says pointing to a gate. “Tank chu duke” I say walking the direction of the gate. “Anytime” he exclaims. I walk down a pathway through the forest. I hear something moving in the bushes. Scared, I start running and eventually get to auntie Donna’s house. I run up to the door and knock repeatedly with tears streaming down my face. The door opens and it’s Angie.

“Y/N! Have you come come to play? Where’s the tall one” she asks. “I ran away” I reply. She lets me in and I walk in the door. Donna comes down the stairs. “Y/N what are you doing here” she asks coming up to me. She notices my tears and rushes up to me. “What happened little one” she asks sweetly. “Mommy no wan pway! She keeps ignoring me and she yelled at me because I bother her” I explain sobbing. “Oh honey” she says hugging me. “Oh jeez, you’re freezing” she exclaims. “Come on little one let’s get you warm” she says softly. She wraps me in blankets on her couch and brings me hot chocolate. “There you go baby. All warm now” she says softly. “Can I has cuddles” I ask and she smiles. “Come here love” she says with her arms out. I climb into her arms and cuddle into her. After a bit I feel myself falling asleep. She strokes my hair to help me fall asleep and I eventually fall into a peaceful sleep.

[redassassin]

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Danna remembered little from her butterfly in the cathedral, its memory having been erased when it died. Only that butterfly had entered the cathedral, but a dozen had been outside, waiting and watching. She couldn’t exactly hear in swarm mode, but she could see, and one sight haunted her as she spent days in her swarm, trapped in her own brain. 

Nova’s face. She’d never seen Nova look so frightened. 

The fear that flashed over her face, although only for a moment, changed her whole opinion of Nova. 

She was scared. 

And although it disappeared moments later, replaced with resolve, it lingered in her eyes. 

And Danna wanted to help. 

She didn’t think she’d ever get used to converging out of her swarm. When the butterfly was trapped she’d tried every hour, her butterflies swirling around in desperation, but each time she’d land, exhausted and discouraged. When she woke up in Ruby’s bed the first thing she’d noticed was the pain. It felt like every cell in her body was dying. Every breath ached, but through her pain, she managed to whisper a few words to Ruby, who stood over her, water and a damp cloth in hand.

“Where’s Nova?”

Ruby only shrugged. “Probably at her house, maybe HQ? She’s been spending a lot more time there since Max got hurt. Adrian really wanted her help finding Nightmare, and I think she’s worried about Max.”

A twinge of jealousy surfaced in her heart. She knew that Adrian liked Nova. Everyone knew, including Nova. She had always been relatively indifferent, but the news that they were working together hurt more than she wanted it to. 

As much as she hated Nightmare, she couldn’t hate Nova, and she didn’t want to jeopardize her relationship with Adrian. Danna knew that Nova’s secret would destroy Adrian. Nightmare’s case was so closely intertwined with his family that there was no way things could end well between them. 

Danna was lost in her thoughts and didn’t notice that Ruby was watching her until Ruby cleared her throat. 

“Why?”

She contemplated her options. She knew that Ruby wouldn’t directly tell anyone if Danna asked her to keep it a secret, but she wasn’t the best actor, and Oscar and Adrian would definitely notice something was up. But Nova needed help, and Danna was a smooth liar. 

“If I tell you, will you promise not to tell anyone? And I mean anyone. Not your family, not Oscar, and definitely not Adrian.”

“I promise.” She held out her pinky, her expression dead serious. Danna rolled her eyes but linked her pinky with Ruby’s. 

“Nova is Nightmare.”

 Ruby gasped, her hand flying up to her mouth. 

“Everything okay in here?” Ruby’s mom poked her head into the room. 

Ruby’s eyes were still wide, but she dropped her hand and waved her mom away. “Everything’s fine.” 

“Anything I can get you, dear?” Ruby’s mom turned her gaze to Danna, her eyebrows scrunched in concern. 

Danna grabbed the glass on Ruby’s bedside table, taking a sip. “I’m fine. Thank you so much for your hospitality, I know it was a lot of trouble.”

“It was nothing. I’m glad you’re all right! We were all so worried.” 

“Bye mom!” She escorted her mom to the door and shut it firmly behind her, pressing her hand to her mouth once again. 

“I know. It’s crazy, but she’s not the bad guy. You should have seen her face. She’s scared, Ruby. I don’t think she wants to be one of them, or she’s too scared to leave. They’re manipulating her, and I want to help.” 

“But, Max- why would she-” 

“I don’t know, but Genissa was the one that reported it, and I don’t trust anything she says. I’m giving Nova the benefit of the doubt until she proves otherwise.”

Ruby laughed. “Are you sure you don’t want to help her just because she’s pretty?”

“Ruby!” Danna blushed. “That’s beside the point. She’s been misled.”

“I was joking. I agree we should help her. What’s the first move?

“I want to talk to her. Tell her what I know, that I want to help, and that I won’t tell anyone, as long as she tells me everything.” She moved to stand, but her knee buckled and she almost landed face-first on the floor. 

“First, you’re going to eat and drink and take a long nap. You need to rest, Danna. You’ve never stayed in swarm mode that long, and you don’t know what effect it’s had yet.” 

“I’m not taking a nap. This is time-sensitive. I need to talk to her now before she does something she’ll regret. Or worse, before she’s discovered.”

“...Fine. But I’m driving. You are not walking and definitely not transforming. And we’re picking up food on the way.”

“Curly fries?”

“You know it.”

Ruby dropped her off in front of Headquarters. Danna slipped through the doors, and up the stairs, heading up to the artifaacts department. She poked her head in, giving the room a once-over. Callum noticed her, and a smile consumed his face.

“Monarch! It’s been ages since I’ve seen you here. What can I do for you today?” 

“Hey, Callum. Is Nova here? I need to talk to her.” 

He shook his head.

“I think she’s-” He paused, squinting at her. “Oh. You know, don’t you?” 

Danna started. Callum never ceased to surprise her. She wasn’t surprised that he knew, but she was surprised that he’d never said anything. Callum was as loyal as they came in the Renegades. But he was loyal to his friends, too. 

“Yeah. I know. And I’m worried about her. I know she’s a villain, but I really don’t think she’s a bad person.”

“She’s not. I’ve known since the night she broke in, and honestly, she might know that I know.”

“They’re manipulating her, and she doesn’t even know it. I want to help her.”

Callum nodded. “I think she’s in her office. Let me know if there’s anything I can do to help.”

Danna made her way the door. “Thanks.”

He waved. “Good luck!”

Taking the stairs to avoid any unwelcome company in the elevator, Danna made her way up to the third floor and through the maze of cubicles towards the large window Nova’s office space was nestled against. 

Nova was glued to her computer, typing and clicking away feverishly. Danna leaned against the entry, waiting for her to notice. When she didn’t, Danna cleared her throat. She jumped, spinning in her chair to face Danna. 

“Hey.” 

“Hey, Danna! I didn’t know you were back. Are you okay?” Her voice was higher than usual, and she could barely meet Danna’s eyes. 

“Nova, I know.” 

She straightened, looking past Danna, possibly planning an escape. 

“I- I don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

“I know, Nova.”

“What are you doing, Danna?”

“I want to help you.” She held out her hand. Nova only stared at it. 

“You want to… help? Danna, what?” 

“Not like that. I want to help you. Please, just come with me.”

Nova took her hand and let Danna led her down the stairs and out the doors. They walked down the street towards the park where the Sidekick Olympics were held. 

“Danna…” 

“Just wait.” They walked along the path, until Nova gasped and dragged her along, until they entered a small glen with a large statue in the center. 

“Whoa,” Danna gasped. Nova ignored her, sitting on a mossy rock close to the entrance, pulling her knees to her chest. She stared at Danna, waiting for her to speak. 

Danna sat next to her, their legs just barely touching. Nova scooted away a little, turning an accusing glare onto her. 

“So. You know.”

“I know.” 

She tensed, her fists clenched in preparation for an attack. 

“I want to help you, Nova. They’re abusing you. You’re the victim. You need to get away from them.”

“They’re my family, Danna. They’re all I have left.”

“They’re using you, Nova. You’re just too stubborn to admit it. Just tell me what’s going on. Why are you with them?”

Nova watched her, her eyes roaming Danna’s face, perhaps searching for the sincerity that Danna hoped was apparent. Her eyes even skimmed over her lips, focusing there for only a second before snapping up to her eyes.

“The Renegades let my parents die. They promised us protection and they lied. I watched them die in front of me, their blood splattering against my face. I heard my baby sister’s cries silenced by a gunshot knowing that if I had been stronger or smarter or faster I could have saved her.” She paused, burying her face in her hands to hide the tears streaming down her face. Danna’s heart broke with every word Nova managed to choke out. 

“I’m so sorry, Nova.” 

Nova say up, wiping the tears from her eyes and glaring at Danna, scooting away from her. 

 “I hid in the closet waiting for the Renegades to come to save me, even though it was too late for my family. I put the hitman to sleep when he came after me. I waited for hours whispering that the Renegades will come, because they always come, don’t they? That’s their job. But they didn’t. And you know who did? My uncle. Ace Anarchy. He saved me, raised me. The Renegades aren’t perfect. They aren’t even good. They’re corrupt and society would be better without them.” She broke down again, not even attempting to pull away when Danna wrapped her arms around her. Danna held her for a while, letting her cry in her arms. Nova eventually pulled away, meeting Danna’s eyes. Nova’s brown eyes were sparkling from her tears, her face an inch away from Danna’s. Her heart fluttered. Nova wasn’t pulling away, and if anything, she was leaning closer. Danna’s heart was pounding in her chest, so loudly that she was sure Nova could hear it. She held Nova’s gaze, her lips parting slowly. Nova leaned forward, brushing her lips against Danna’s. She sighed, melting into the kiss. 

Nova pulled away, much sooner than Danna wished. 

“I- I’m sorry,” Nova whispered. “I know you don’t like me like that, and even if you did, I’m an anarchist and-”

Danna cupped her cheek and pressed her lips to Nova’s once again, pulling her close. Nova gasped, and the sound sent electricity coursing through her veins. 

Danna pulled away, her forhead resting against Nova’s. 

“I definitely do like you that way.”

Nova only nodded, her eyes focused on her lips. 

“And I don’t think you’re an anarchist. You may not be a renegade, but you’re not an anarchist.”

“What am I, if not one of them. I can’t be alone again. Never again,” she whispered. 

“You’re not alone.” Danna ran her thumb under Nova’s eye, brushing away the tear that remained. “You’re our only hope.”

[doubled-trouble]

two hearts on the line

The summer is over and Luz has to go home. Her goodbyes are painful, the people she had met became her family, and now she’s leaving, not knowing when she would be back, or if she could ever return. She spends her last days with her friends. They travel the Boiling Isles, making as many memories as they can, collecting souvenirs to remember their times together. Luz has been keeping track of the time since she first decided to stay, ensuring that she doesn’t miss the day she’s meant to return from camp. She dreads the day she has to leave, and as she slowly packs up her belongings tears start to form in her eyes. She doesn’t want to leave, but if her mother ever finds out- Luz shakes her head, clearing the thought from her head. Her mother won’t find out. Why should she? Even if Luz lets something slip about the realm of witches and demons, her mother would assume it’s another one of her fantasies.

Luz spends her last week saying goodbye. She drags her friends to every corner of the Isles. She knows she’ll never know everything about this magical world, but she wants to remember as much as she can. Her phone fills up with pictures, and she finds herself deleting her pictures from before the summer just to make room.

The final goodbye is the worst. Eda surprises her by pulling her into the tightest hug she’s

ever felt, saying nothing as the minutes dragged on. King joins them, followed by Willow and Gus. Amity stands off to the side, watching them with hesitant eyes. Luz notices her hesitation, and gestures through her tears. Amity’s thin arms wrap around them, and they all wait for Luz to pull away, but she doesn’t.  She d0esn’t want to, but her time is up. She has to go home.

Home.

Luz finds herself contemplating that word more and more as her time in the Boiling Isles draws to its close. She may have never fit in her world, but it is her home. It's where her mom is, where she grew up. But, after careful consideration, she realises that the Boiling Isles is her home too. She can have two homes. The people she met here were her family, and she will never forget them.

Luz pulls away, and the crowd of teary-eyed individuals disperses. Eda’s mismatched eyes are shining with unshed tears, and her voice shakes as she holds a bag out to Luz.

“Here you go, kid. A couple of things to remember us by.”

“Eda…”

“Kid, if you say one more word-” Her voice breaks a little, and she turns away, covering her face.

Luz smiles, but her next sentence is interrupted by Amity.

“Hey, Luz. Can I talk to you? Alone?”

She nods, letting Amity lead her away from the group.

There’s something in Amity’s face that Luz has been seeing more and more often. She’s nervous, a dark blush spreading across her cheeks. A knot settles in Luz’s stomach. She knows what’s coming. She had hoped it wouldn’t come to this, but it’s too late.

“Luz, I-”

“Amity….”

“I love you. I love you, Luz. I wasn’t sure before, but you’re leaving and I know now and I love you. I had to tell you, I have to-”

“Amity, I’m leaving. I don’t know if I’ll be able to come back. Portals are hard to find, and Eda’s was destroyed. We have different lives. You’ll become one of the most powerful witches on the Boiling Isles, and I’ll live my human life.”

“Luz, please.”

“I’m sorry, Amity. If things were different... but it’s not fair to either of us. You deserve to be happy, to love someone who is always there.”

“Luz, wait, please, I-”

But Luz is already gone, her shoulders slumped. She only turns back once, offering Amity a small smile and wave.

Amity can’t move. She knows that nothing could ever come of them, but to be brushed off like that, as if it didn’t matter, as if there was no chance at all- it hurts.

It hurts more than anything had ever hurt her before.

It hurts more than all the harsh words from her parents. It hurt more than the birthday where her friendship with Willow was shattered.

She can’t move. So she just stands there, watching as Luz says her tearful goodbyes and accepts her bag from Eda. The portal they had worked so hard to create opens, and Luz waves from the doorway.

“I love you.” Amity whispers. No one hears her. The others all break down, heading back to the Owl House to comfort each other. Amity is rooted in her spot, unable to move. She stares at the spot the portal occupied moments ago, before it swallowed Luz, and with her, all of her hopes and dreams.

Amity doesn’t cry until she’s safely in her room, the door latched and locked. She throws herself onto the bed, burying her head in the pillow as all her feelings flow out in salty tears. Was she so naive to think that Luz would love her back? That she would stay, if only for a little while? That they would have a chance, no matter how short or miniscule.

Her sobs grow quieter, and her eyelids droop. She ignores the quiet knocks on her door, and even when they grow louder she doesn’t answer. Amity lays on her side, feigning sleep as the door creaks open. Footsteps pad through the room, muffled by the rug. A blanket is pulled over her, and she tries to steady her breathing. Only as the footsteps retreat does she open her eyes, attempting to catch a glimpse of the person, but her vision is blurry with tears and she’s exhausted. Her eyes flicker shut again and she falls into a deep, dreamless sleep.

Luz finds herself in the same forest where the portal first appeared. The wind rustles through the leaves as she makes her way back home.

When Eda’s portal first was lost, Luz sent the video she recorded to her mom. Too scared for a response, she muted the thread. But when she was finally ready to check, her phone was dead, with no means to charge it. They had tried for weeks to make another portal, to find another portal, anything to allow Luz to talk to her mom. But their luck ran out, and Luz was left wondering.

Her mom doesn’t see her at first, her back is turned, watching the road where the distinct sound of a retreating bus can be heard.

“Mamá?”

Camila spins around. “Luz?”

She runs to her mom, throwing her arms around her.

“Te extrañe mucho, mamá.”

“Oh, Luz. I missed you too. So much. The video you sent me, what-?”

“I’ll tell you everything, te prometo. Can we go home first?” Her head is spinning, still unable to process everything that has happened today. Leaving. Amity. Home.

She takes her mother’s hand, leading her back home. She sets her bag down by the table and sits in her old spot, some of her old runes in her hand and her phone charging nearby.

“Are you hungry?” Luz nods. Human food is strange to her now, but she eats it with relish. Another  reminder that she’s home.

Once she’s done, her mom sits down in front of her, her hands clasped on the table in anticipation. Luz takes a deep breath, her photo gallery open, runes spread out in front of her, and tells her story.

(part one of ?)

[moonstomars]

May I ask for a Monderi writing? Pls? Maybe about something fluff :3? I have no idea of what exactly tho 😅.

Hello! Thanks for the ask!

I wasn’t sure what to write for this at first but then managed to put this down. I hope you like it! 

“What did you want to talk about?” Monspeet asks as soon as they are in the yard. The night air is chill yet pleasant compared to the suffocating heat of Zeldris’ house, and finally his ears can take some rest from the throbbing music Galand always insists on putting on at parties. He breathes deeply as he closes his jacket and glances at Derieri. He is not sure why she asked him to talk outside. Perhaps she wants to leave? Even though she doesn't mind parties he knows she doesn't love them either, and to tell the truth, neither does he. It wouldn't be bad to leave with her now - surely better than coming back and watching Melascula dance on the table while Zeldris yells at her and Gloxinia films everything. Monspeet sighs, shaking his head. Why can’t their friends act normal for a change? 

“Here.”

He blinks as his eyes fall on the package Derieri is handing him now; it's large enough to cover both her hands. She avoids his haze when he looks up again, eyes stubbornly fixed on the bare bushes of Zeldris' yard.

"For me?" He asks, after a moment of hesitation. He is not forgetting any special occasion, right? His birthday has been months ago and it's still too soon for Christmas. Why should she give him a present?

Derieri shrugs and pushes the pack in his hands. Under the dark violet paper, he can feel something soft - clothing, maybe? “Thank you,” he says softly, “Can I open it?”

A muffled "Hm" is the only answer he gets, but he knows her well enough to notice the tension in her shoulders. Silently, he nods and focuses on the tape holding the wrapping paper together. He can feel her gaze upon him but he still refuses to speak. It would be useless to ask her what the gift is for; she will tell him if she wants, eventually.

The tape comes away easily under his careful hands, leaving the paper almost unscratched, and finally, he finds himself with a soft mass of black cloth in his hands. Frowning, he lifts and unwinds it. It’s a scarf, he realizes. A black, fluffy scarf, long enough that one of its ends almost touches the ground.

“You are always messing with that stupid collar when you are cold,” Derieri speaks quietly looking down, her blond locks covering her eyes.

“You didn’t have to -”

“I simply don’t want you to get sick like an idiot.” She interrupts him, shrugging.

Something warm pools inside his chest, right between his lungs, and for the first time that night his lips curve in a genuine smile. He suddenly remembers … was it two weeks ago? One? They were walking home together and after they stopped to get a coffee, he stood for some moments in front of a stand selling scarfs, hats and gloves, to examine a scarf not unlike this one; but it was getting late and Derieri was already walking away. She must have noticed him looking when she turned back to wait for him. She didn't say anything, though. Has she really been thinking about it all this time?

“Thank you, Deri,” he says finally and immediately wraps the scarf around his neck. The warm touch against his skin makes his smile widen, "I like it very much."

It's hard to tell in the dark, but he could swear she is smiling too.

[akeijies]

fashion designer ! mitsuya who loves using you for measurements. roaming his hands all over you and claims that it's to make sure your clothes fit you perfectly. loves cupping your tits and delicately rakes his short nails along the skin and feels goosebumps form. eyes peeking over the frames of his glasses, watching the way your eyes flutter shut when he thumbs over your nipples, feeling the bud harden. he whispers how you're so perfect, about how this piece is made just for you. lets his hands slide down your body and over your sides, his fingertips whisper against the v that leads to your warm cunt. teasingly lets his finger dip into the warmth he so desperately wants to fuck. he'd bend you over his and feel the curve of your ass. dance his fingers down your spine and lean into your ear and ask if you know why these measurements are so important. he'll tell you that it won't leave any room for a bra or panties, that him bending you over now is so that he can see just how much give he needs so he can bend you over later and fuck you senseless without ripping the fabric. he loves the idea of making you cream on his cock while you're in something he made, anywhere he wants, whenever he feels.

[universesweetheart]

Sugar Rush (Buddha x Reader)

Wrote this on a whim. I quit my corporate job and now I'm a teacher? Crazy life out here. Also my age is looking a little too adulty(22) so I'm doing things that connect me to my inner horny teen because why not?

Whimsical women write smut. Incorrect use of a lollipop & overuse of the word "lollipop", hey, this is for orgasms and giggles. Please don't try this in real life.

In which he makes us cum with his lollipop, not the one in his pants T^T

Bye now - Mars ♡

“You’re practically purring, heh” he whispered, lips ghosting over yours in a teasing manner. The blue lollipop usually in his mouth, now between his fingers as he maneuvered the candy over your erect nipples.

He leaned down and sucked on the nipple coated with the sweet sticky taste. His tongue swirling around the bud and then closing in around the bud with a suction motion whilst he rubbed the lollipop around the other nipple. 

A soft sweet moan escaped your lip as you arched against him, only pushing your breasts further against his face. He hummed in contentment, biting down softly against the soft mound, a laugh slipping out him.

How the bastard loved to tease. 

Buddha dragged the lollipop down your belly, swirling it around your belly button, kissing his way down the sticky trail, a smile on his lips. 

“Buddha, please” you whined, hand going to his hair to loosen his bun, allowing his hair to fall free and frame his face. He smiled up at you, only moving the lollipop further down your body.

“Do you think I could make you cum with this?” he questions with a smirk on that pretty face, biting your inner thigh for funsies, because he is Buddha.

“Please," you pleaded, tossing your head back against the pillow. 

With his index and middle finger, Buddha spread your lips apart, leaning down and pressing a kiss to your clit. The action caused you to jolt, bucking against his face. 

“Tsk, tsk, tsk, behave now, baby” He coos, taking the lollipop and rubbing circles with it on your clit.

You moan out his name, legs twitching around his head as he continues his ministrations on your poor bud. He pressed the lollipop down on your clit, then he lowers his head and suck on the candy, lips stretching into a wicked smile.

“My sweet coming from a sweet, look at that”, he whispers, dragging the lollipop down between your folds. Buddha traces your slit with the lollipop, softly pressing the candy into you.

“Come on, baby, you know you want it” he speaks in a hushed sweet voice that has you shivering, hole clenching around the lollipop.

“Buddha, I can’t” you rasps, desperate to come, the god only chuckled lowly, pulling the lollipop out of you, and popping it into his mouth. Taking his time tasting you on the lollipop. 

He pulled the lollipop out of his mouth with a pop and pushed the candy into your mouth, “suck on that for me, pretty lady”

The god moved down and sucked your clit once again, moving down and tracing the tip of his tongue around your slit, shoving his tongue into your hole. His grip tightened on your thighs, keeping you still. The lollipop in your mouth did little to stop the moans and groans slipping out of you. 

Buddha devoured you like a hungry man, soon enough you were cumming in his mouth, on his face. His nose giving your clit the attention she needed whilst his tongue tortured your gushing hole as you came. 

When the god had his fair share of you, he pulled back, chin wet with your slick. He smiled and came over you, pulling the lollipop out of your mouth and kissing you softly, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. 

His eyes soften as he assesses you and takes in your blissed state. He kissed your forehead and whispered sweet praises, stealing his lollipop from you with a cocky smirk. 

“I believe this is mine, sweets”

[shiftingwithmars]

“Hey, what’s the worst book/fanfic trope?”

“Oh, probably—“

THE FUCKING CHEATING TROPE IS THE WORST ONE

[marsthegaymer]

Promises Prt 2 <3

Part 1

Mommy! Lady Dimitrescu x Little! Reader

Warning(s): Age regression, angst, yelling, fluff.

a/n: This is the second part. I had fun writing this and I hope you guys enjoy.

Summary: Alcina comes to get Y/N and makes it up to them

Alcina’s pov

I sigh as I feel myself start to get hungry. I get up out of my chair and make my way out of the room. I walk by Y/N and i’s room. I should probably check on her. I walk into our room and she’s no where to be found. Hm, that’s odd. I walk out and look for Daniela. “Daniela have you seen Y/N” I ask. “The last time I saw her is when she left to go take a nap” Daniela explains. I ask the maids but nothing. I start to get worried. I walk into the trading room. “ duke have you seen Y/N at all” I ask. “Why yes, I have. She was walking to Lady beneviento’s house. She wanted directions. She was upset” he explains. “Why? Why did she want to walk there she could have just asked” I say. “She was upset, in tears. She was upset at something you did”he says. My eyes widen when I realize why. I feel so stupid. I walk out of the room to the chambermaid. “Get the carriage ready for  Lady beneviento’s house”I order her and she goes right away. I hope she forgives me. 

Y/N’s pov

I wake up to Donna calling my name. “Mommy” I ask rubbing my eyes. “No it’s me love” Donna says softly. I sigh softly. “Are you hungry” she asks. I nod and she holds out her hand. “Come on. I have a sandwich for you” she says. I hold her hand and she leads me to the table. “There you go honey” she says softly. I eat all my lunch happily and hand the plate to Donna when there is a knock at the door. “I’ll be right back” Donna says softly and goes to answer the door. Mommy walks in the door and I get excited for a second before remembering what happened. Mommy looks at me and smiles. “ Hey there baby. Mommy’s here to pick you up “ she says softly. I hide behind Donna and shake my head. “ baby you have to come home. You scared me little bug “ she says. “ no wan go. Mommy ma me cwy.”

I say . “I know and I’m sorry but we have to get home” I say. “But all’s chu do is work. Chu jus ignore me “ I yell at her and she sighs. She bends down to my height and puts her hand on my cheek. I hold her hand and lean into her touch. “Look, I shouldn’t have ignored you. I get caught up in work and ignore you. I’m supposed to look after you. Baby I’m so sorry for yelling at you. I understand it takes you longer to understand things. Please forgive me little one” she begs. I smile and hold her hand tighter. “ I fogives chu mommy” I says and she smiles. She leans in and kisses my cheek. “Now let’s get you home. We can cuddle when we get home” she says softly. I giggle jumping up and down. “Yayyyy” I say smiling. 

We arrive home and I get knocked over by hugs from Dani, Bela, and Cass. “Careful girls” mommy says softly. “I’m so glad you weren’t lost” Dani says. “Come along little one. I believe I promised you something” Mommy says smiling. I hold her hand and we go to the room. “Alright let’s get all comfy” she says grabbing a pair of pajamas. Mommy helps me undress and put on my pajamas. “You ready draga mea” mommy asks. I nod and plop down on the bed. She pulls me into her lap and I lay my head down on her chest. I cuddle into her as she wraps her arms around me. “I wub chu mommy” I say yawning. “You’re so cute draga mea” she says stroking my hair. I know my mommy messes up sometimes but I will always still love her.

[redassassin]

please don’t say you love me

happy holidays @darkalinas!! here’s an extra-angsty nodrian fic for the gift exchange hosted by you and @scxundress!! 

wc: 1388

tw: death, angst in general (i went all out)

Nova’s eyes filled with tears as she stood over Adrian, gun in hand, finger hovering over the trigger. 

“Pull the trigger, Little Nightmare,” Ace whispered behind her. “You can make the decision for yourself now. His parents made the decision for you all those years ago. It’s your turn, Nova. Pull the trigger.”

Adrian only stared at her, still shirtless, a hand pressed to his arm where Honey had cut away his tattoo. 

“Pull the trigger, Nova. Kill him. End this, and we will start anew.” 

Perhaps the worst thing was that Adrian didn’t say anything. He wouldn’t even look at her, instead staring blankly past her. She could tell that he was in pain. He sat so still that the only sign of movement was the shaky rise and fall of his chest. 

Pull the trigger.

Her mouth moved this time, whispering quietly to herself. 

A chill swept over the room, announcing the arrival of Phobia. He settled behind Ace, watching her from the shadows. 

Nova adjusted her grip on the gun, her hands sweaty and her arms shaking. This was her revenge. She had been waiting for this for 10 years, and yet, she couldn’t do it. She couldn’t. 

She remembered the night where she’d lost everything. Evie’s silenced cries, the dull thud of her parents’ bodies hitting the floor. Her labored breathing as she stood over the sleeping hitman, waiting for the Renegades to come, whispering over and over to herself to pull the trigger and that the Renegades would come. 

The Renegades didn’t come, but Ace Anarchy did. He had saved her, and raised her and fueled her hatred for the Renegades, using her as his weapon to destroy. 

She’d been blind for so long. They’d never cared about her, Ace especially. They hardly cared for each other. When she’d killed Ingrid there was no mourning. In fact, they’d hardly mentioned it. 

She wasn’t an Anarchist, not anymore. They’d never truly been her family, and could never replace the family she’d lost. Of course, she would rather die than become a Renegade. 

She wouldn’t kill Adrian. She couldn’t kill Adrian. 

“No.” 

Adrian’s eyes snapped to hers, something incomprehensible on his face. 

“No?” Ace laughed. “You dare defy me? He is a Renegade. The very thing you despise more than anything.” He scoffed. “I always knew you were weak. Just like your parents. Unable to do what needs to be done. I should have had you killed too.”

“You did it. It was you.” Her voice quavered, barely over a whisper. She wanted to scream, to yell, to ask him why, how he could kill his own family, but the battle still raged around them, getting closer and closer. Her jaw clenched, heart pounding in her ears. 

In that moment everything was clear. Ace would stop at nothing for power, and she could stop at nothing to stop him. He was right, this was her one chance for revenge, but not against the Renegades. Against him. 

This ended now. She spun around, pointing the gun at Ace. 

Pull the trigger.

Her arms started to shake, finger twitching over the trigger. 

Ace sneered. “Even now, you can’t do it. Pathetic. Kill him.” He motioned at Adrian and Phobia moved in the shadows, his scythe glinting. 

Nova squeezed the trigger. 

She winced at the blast as it echoed around the chamber of the cathedral. Ace stared at her, eyes wide as he stumbled back. 

A loud crash sounded from below. Nova looked over the edge to see the Captain climbing up the wall. He was climbing impossibly fast, determined to save his son. 

A shadow loomed behind her. Phobia raised his scythe, ready to end Adrian in the same as Callum. 

Nova acted without thinking. As the blade fell she ran to him and pushed Adrian to the side. He gasped in pain, and a second later in horror. The scythe was embedded in her stomach. Ace laughed, hand pressed to his thigh. 

“I guess it was all for nothing. How’s it feel, Insomnia, to die for nothing? You sacrificed your life for him, but you’re outnumbered. He will die, and you will watch. If you even last that long. Maybe I’ll make him watch as you bleed out, helpless, and then kill him. Or maybe I’ll keep him around just long enough to make his parents watch.” 

Nova stumbled back against the wall, hand pressed to her stomach, praying that the Captain was close and could at least save Adrian. 

Something clattered behind her and the Captain launched himself at Ace. They disappeared from Nova’s view and Phobia floated after them, leaving Nova and Adrian alone. 

Adrian watched as Nova pressed a hand to her stomach, staring at the blood that stained her hands. Her knees buckled and she fell to the ground, still staring at her bloody hand. 

“Nova!”

Adrian rushed to her side, kneeling beside her and gathering her in his arms. One hand was pressed against her stomach in an attempt to stop the blood loss.

“You’re going to be okay, Nova. I won’t let anything happen to you.” 

“Adrian.”

He stood up with her in his arms, looking around desperately for anything to help, but everyone was fighting. 

“Adrian. There’s nothing you can do.”

He looked down at her, and Nova could see tears forming in his eyes, threatening to fall. “No. No,” His voice broke. “I have to do something, there has to be a way-”

She reached up, cupping his cheek with her hand, still smeared with blood. He sunk down, still cradling her in his arms. One of his hands covered hers, squeezing her hand slightly. His tears began to fall, splashing gently against her face. 

“Nova, I-”

“Please don’t say you love me,” Nova whispered. 

“What?” He choked out.

“That makes leaving so much harder.”

“You are not dying. You can’t. I love you, Nova. I have for so long.”

Adrian just shook his head, holding her closer and burying his face in her hair. 

“Adrian.” 

“I love you.” He whispered once again.

Her hand slipped from his cheek, smearing blood down his face as it fell to his chest, right over his heart. 

“Nova!” Her eyes were starting to glaze over and her breathing was ragged as her eyes struggled to focus on him. 

“Make sure we win, Adrian. Destroy him. Destroy my uncle. He can’t win.” Her words slurred together. Adrian cupped her face. Her skin was so cold and pale, it was as if she was a ghost. 

Her eyes started to unfocus, and he shook her gently, bringing her eyes back to his. 

“Hey, look at me. We’ll win, and you’ll be there to see it. Just hold on, Nova. Hold on. For me.” He took his hand off of her stomach, threading his blood-soaked fingers through hers instead. He kissed her hand, ignoring the metallic taste of blood. He held her hand against his cheek, closing his eyes and leaning into it, searching for any warmth that might remain. 

“Adrian?” 

He opened his eyes. The pain behind his eyes broke her heart. 

“I love you.”

Adrian smiled, ever so slightly. He leaned down, kissing her as gently as he could, only for a second. When he pulled away, she was smiling, her eyes closed. 

Adrian’s suit was covered in blood, his helmet discarded beside them. His attempts to stop the bleeding had been unsuccessful, and they were both soaked from the blood pooled around them. 

Nova’s breathing was forced, and her eyes unable to stay open. She gave his hand a weak squeeze before her hand loosened its grip and her hand fell open on the ground. 

“Nova.” Adrian shook her, gently at first, then harder. She didn’t wake. 

He fumbled for her pulse, desperately waiting for anything, just one beat. 

“Nova, please. Please don’t leave me, it’s almost over. We’re going to win, Nova. Everything will be fine, it’s almost over. You can’t leave before it’s over. Please.” He broke down, cradling her head against his chest.

An explosion rang through the air near them. Wiping his tears away, Adrian stood up with Nova’s body in his arms. He brought her to the sidelines, away from harm, and donned his helmet. 

Adrian only knew one thing.

The Anarchists were going to pay.