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It's a Love Story - Chapter 8
Summary:
Azriel's shadows find their master a wife.
Azriel would just really like his heart not to get broken again.
And Sky...well, she's just really surprised that that far too handsome male is interested in her at all.
Warning:
Rhys Bashing (as usual), I classified this as Azriel x OC, even when it't technically Azriel x Sellyn Drake (but we kinda know nothing about Sellyn Drake other than that she writes books so Sky is kinda an OC), Cassian is kinda a good guy for once, Azriel has a horrible time, as usual... Stuttering, toxic families (For once I do not mean the IC), Self-Esteem Issues, Secret Identity, Body Image Issues, Fat Shaming, People being utterly horrible. Racism against Illyrians/Lesser Faes?
If any of this triggers you or makes you uncomfortable, please take care of your own mental health and don't read it.

Sky didn’t have much of a temper.
Even if she was frustrated or annoyed, she rarely got angry or lost her patience.
It wasn't that she didn't have emotions. She did. She felt things deeply, passionately. However, she also believed that there was no point in wasting energy on getting angry. It didn't solve anything. It only made things worse.
So Sky had learned a very, very long time ago…that there was no need to start screaming, because her stutter didn’t allow her that anyway…and that maybe…maybe it was easier for her to just let go off her anger about being unfairly treated.
Getting angry wouldn’t help her.
That day however…it burst out of her. Burst out of her like somebody had lanced an abscess.
Her family could say whatever they wanted about her. But they were not going to say a single word about Azriel
It was Winter Solstice.
Azriel and her had spent the last month or so enjoying winter season in Velaris…even once trying to ice skate on their lake, which only ended with him kissing her skinned knees, because she was definitely not a natural at it.
They had bought Winter Solstice gifts, and baked cookies…had decorated their house with pine garlands and velvet ribbons…
She had knitted them socks and they had made rabbit stews out of rabbits Azriel had hunted in the forest behind their house. (It was…she had never really seen him as a warrior, even when he wore these black leathers and the blue stone that glinted off him…but she could see him as a hunter, when he came home with a couple of rabbits, ready for dinner. It had also resulted in a new fur lined blanket for her, all ready on the couch.
She had never outright asked…but he seemd to like it when she was cuddled beneath it, like it seemed to soothe some kind of instinct for him. Maybe the fact that it was the animal he had hunted?)
Sky and Azriel had both made the decision to spend the days with their respective families and have their own Solstice celebrations the next day…that would pretty much sonsits out of a lazy day in bed and nothing else.
It sounded amazing. Just what they wanted.
And it had made sense to celebrate like that. She hadn’t wanted to be the one to keep him from his family after all, even if the thought of not spending Solstice with her mate had hurt more than she wanted to admit.
Azriel had been up ridiculous easily in the morning for a snowball fight that was apparently tradition…but not before he had spent a good half hour making her scream his name with his mouth between her thighs…
Afterwards, she had gotten dressed and left the shadows to amuse Hector for the day… and Sky had left to help her mother with dinner preparations.
A nice, quiet family dinner. Nothing more and nothing less.
That’s what it was supposed to be. They didn’t even get that far.
It all went to shit before dinner was even in the oven.
From the moment she entered her parents house it was a barrage of barbed comments. About her appearance, her stutter, her lack of an boyfriend…her lack of a proper job. (Sellyn Drake was hers. Sellyn Drake was nothing they got to gossip about.)
Sky had bitten her tongue. She had ignored the comments, tried to enjoy herself. But Claire never knew when enough was enough.
Her sister kept at it. Kept needling, jabbing at Sky until the little bubbles of anger popped to the surface and boiled into something…bigger.
“I…I met my m…mate,” Sky finally said flatly, after anther jab at her lack of a boyfriend.
Take that Claire. Not just a fiance. A mate.
Finally in just one thing Sky had been faster than her sister.
A mate. That mystical rare mating bond had been a gift from the other for her and not for Claire.
It caught Claire off guard. She stopped pacing, and turned to look at her sister, brow raised. The look said ‘Oh is that so?’ as if it was the kind of nonsense she had come to expect from her.
“Don’t be ridiculous,” she scoffed, clearly not believing a word Sky said.
But Sky wasn’t going to let this go. “His n..name is Azriel,” Sky said with a smile. “We are ver…very hap…happy.”
They were. They were so happy. So delightfully happy. (So delightfully happy that Sky had been wondering if maybe…maybe the should start trying. High Fae fertility was hit or miss anyway…why shouldn’t they simply start trying and see where it would take them. And if it took two decades, then it took two decades. If it only took a year or three…well, then they were lucky.)
Claire narrowed her eyes. She was about to say something mean, Sky could see it in the way her lip curled up.
“He…He's a g…good male,” she said firmly, cutting Claire off before she got the chance to spew out anything else.
Claire laughed. It was a harsh, biting sound.
"A good male? Really, Sky?" she sneered. "You actually fell for that line?"
It wasn’t a line. It was the truth.
Azriel was a good male. Patient and intense and loving. He had never raised a single finger against her.Azriel would never hurt her intentionally.
Claire just wanted to belittle Sky in front of their whole family.
"You must be even more naive than you seem if you believe that," she said, almost pityingly. "You really think he wants you? That he actually cares about you? Nobody could want you. I bet he just pities you."
It should have hurt her, she realised. It would have. Even just months ago, it would have hurt her.
But right now…right now it didn’t really.
She was supposed to believe that Azriel didn’t want her? The same male that had spent the better part of an hour on his knees in front of her that very morning, eating her out like a starved male? She was supposed that her mate, who’s arousal shot across the bond like an inferno any time she slipped off her clothes, didn’t want her? That the same male that stared at her like she was a goddess, that spent hours worshipping her body with his hands…that she had nearly made come simply by touching his wings a few days ago didn’t want her?
Still…Claire's words had their effect. She felt a small stab of doubt in her heart, and she hated it. She hated that her sister could still hurt her like this, still make her feel like that insecure little girl who stuttered and couldn't get a single word right.
“He…He l…loves me and I…I love him,” Sky said calmly.
That was clear in every single one of his actions, in every single word.
“Where did you even meet him?” Sky’s mother demanded. “And what kind of name is Azriel?”
“In…In a bar. Wh…When we went out for Cl..Claire’s Hen Do. And I im…imagine it’s an Il…illyrian name.”
Everything ground to a halt.
“He’s Illyrian?!” Her mother demanded sharply. “What’s wrong with you, Skylar!”
Sky flinched at her tone. It was harsh, angry. It was the same tone she'd always used when Sky was younger and got anything wrong or stepped out of line.
"Yes, he's Il…Illlyrian," she said, meeting her mother's gaze levelly. "What's…what’s wrong with that?" she asked.
She knew that her family wasn’t the…most open about Lesser Faes, but…but that hatred in her mother’s voice….she hadn’t expected that.
“Everything,” Admon gave back with a snort. “You seriously let that barbarian fuck you? I am surprised you actually survived that and he didn’t just rip you apart.”
Every bit of colour leeched out of her face, except her ruddy red cheeks at these crude words.
This was Admon. Once upon a time, she had wanted to marry him. To have his children. To spent her life with him.
And…and this was what he told her to her face.
“I can’t believe that you even let a creature like him touch you,” her mother breathed staring at her with utter disgust.
“He’...He’s not a cre…creature,” Sky bit out. Azriel was her mate.
“Is it true by the way?” Her brother wondered. “That Illyrian’s have a cat’s prick?”
"Orin!" her mother exclaimed, aghast. "Don't be vulgar! I don't want to know."
Orin shrugged, a smirk dancing across his face. "What? I’m just curious. I am sure Skylar knows. She must please him somehow when she’s still alive to enjoy their…couplings.”
Sky felt ill. She didn't know what to say, what to say in defense of the man she loved. She couldn't get a word out.
“Did you…did you let it touch you?” Her father demanded finally, his voice icy.
It. Not even him. It. Like Azriel was a thing.
Sky felt her heart drop to the floor, breaking into pieces.
"Yes," she admitted, her voice barely audible.
Her father's face grew stony, and he took a step closer to her.
“How dare you?” he hissed. "How could you let a monster touch you like that?"
"He's not a monster!" Sky protested, her voice rising. "He's…He’s k…kind and gen…gentle, and-"
“And I am sure, he keeps you stuffed with his cat prick to keep you satisfied,” Claire drawled.
And Sky was done.
Somehow that was the last straw.
Somehow that made something inside her break, irreparable.
It snipped away every thread that ever kept her close to the family that she had been born into.
“At least I didn’t need to take my sister’s sl…sloppy s…seconds,” Sky said, her voice flat, meeting her gaze full on.“And yes, Azriel more than keeps me s…satisfied.”
Silence descended over the room, the only sound the soft crackle of the fire in the hearth. Sky felt the tension in the air grow heavier with each passing second.
"You…you didn’t just say that,” Claire said coldly. "You take that back, Sky.
Sky raised her chin defiantly. "No.” she said simply. “I'm…I’m not taking back the truth," she said, her voice ringing with unexpected steel.
"You do not speak to me like that," Claire hissed. "You have no right—"
Something inside Sky snapped. Years of frustration, years of feeling invisible and ignored, years of enduring Claire's taunts and jibes all bubbled to the surface.
"I…I have ev…every right," she shot back, her heart pounding in her chest. “Not so fun when you are on the re…receiving end, is it?”
“Either you end your…dalliance with…that creature, or you are no daughter of mine,” her father snapped.
He talked to her like she was nothing. Like she was worth less than dirt beneath his boots.
And somehow that made it even easier.
“You want me to turn away my mate…for what? This?” She asked him, cocking her head to the side. .
"For the sake of our family’s reputation," her father said. "You are an embarrassment to us all by associating with that…lesser fae barbarian.”
Barbarian. Lesser Fae. Thing. Creature. Monster.
All of that said about the male she loved. About her mate.
“He’s Illyrian,” Sky said, her voice icy.
“Oh come off it,” “Orin snapped. “He’s lesser fae. The only thing they are good for is being fodder for the armies during war times. Other than that, they are worthless.”
Fodder.
“We have Lesser Fae ancestry ourself,” Sky responded icily. “Our great grandmother was a River Nymph.”
"That was a long time ago," her father interrupted sharply. "It was one ancestor generations ago. And besides, her blood was not that strong to begin with."
Sky thought back to the eyes that looked back from her mirror each day. Blue and beautiful. The one trace of her that got passed down to her.
"Maybe it was her blood that made you think that opening your legs for that creature was in any way appropriate," her mother hissed.
And suddenly it was so easy.
“Azriel is my mate,” she hissed. “I will al…always chose him over you. You can spew what..whatever insult you want about him or his pe…peoople. He’s still a bet…better male than any of you could ever hope to be, has treated me better than any of you. I’ll gladly no longer be your daughter.”
She felt the sting of tears running down her cheeks, but she didn't try to wipe them away. She just stared back at her family, daring them to say more. There was a short moment of silence, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife.
She should have expected it. Her mother had always been quick to slap her if she did anything anything that she didn’t like.
Just this time…her hand didn’t make contact.
Sky stared at the tendril of shadows that jerked her mother’s hand back, having suddenly appeared.
*You. Will. Not. Lay. A. Finger. On. Her,* the shadows hissed menacingly.
Sky stared at the shadows, her eyes widening in shock. They were angry. No. Furious. Utterly and completely furious. Her mother seemed equally taken aback, her hand still outstretched in the air where the shadows had stopped her.
Orin looked like he was about to piss himself, and her father…her father stared at the shadows, his face ashen.
“Come here,” Sky said quietly.
The shadows left her mother to come swarming to her, brushing over her cheek in greeting before wrapping themselves around her neck in a clearly possessive move.
Sky felt the familiar warmth of the shadows sink into her, a small bit of comfort in this awful situation. She turned to her family, her jaw set.
"I’m…I’m never coming back," she said, her voice quiet but resolute. And with that, she turned and walked away, She had only taken a handful of steps when she stopped and turned back, one last thing needing to be said, before she closed the door on this chapter of her life forever.
"I never want to see any of you again," she said, her voice shaking only slightly. "And when we have children, don’t you dare come and ask to have anything to do with them. You don’t deserve to even breath the same air as my mate."
With that, she turned and walked away, her head held high.
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Whatever went on between sky and her family…it wasn’t good. He could feel that in the bond slumbering underneath his breast bone.
He rubbed it absentmindly, staring in the flickering flame of the Birchin.
He had won that Snowball fight. Once more. One more victory to add to it. Not that he particularly cared right now.
*Is she alright?* he asked the shadows.
The shadows were…quiet. And that spoke volumes. Something wasn't right. Azriel's heart pounded against his chest, his instincts urging him to act. He had to make sure Sky was alright. He couldn't stand to think about her being in any sort of trouble.
*Physicallly unharmed,* the shadows promised. *Her family is horrible,* they told him distastefully.
Azriel's heart clenched at the shadow’s words. While it was a small relief that Sky wasn't physically hurt…her family being horrible made him want to grimace.
“Alright, I had it!” Cassian snapped at that moment. “What the fuck is going on with you two?”
Azriel turned to his brother, seeing Cassian watch Rhys and himself with an expression of…something. Exasperation maybe.
"What do you mean?" Azriel asked, his voice even, feigning ignorance. He was really not in the mood to get into that either. But apparently he wasn’t going to get that small bit of mercy.
"Don’t play dumb with me, brother," Cassian said, rolling his eyes. "You are both moody and more distant than usual. What the heck happened?"
“I don’t know what you are talking about,” Azriel said flatly. Cassian rolled his eyes.
“Rhys?” Cassian demanded with a sigh.
“You want to explain or shall I?” Rhys addressed him and Azriel just looked at him flatly.
“You gave the orders, High Lord.”
If Azriel had been in a better mood, he would have smirked. But right now, he just wanted this whole conversation to be over so he could check on Sky. The thought of her made his chest ache. He longed to see her, to hold her, to make sure she's alright. But he knew that Cassian and Rhys wouldn’t let him go without an explanation.
“Azriel and I…had a disagreement about Elain.” Azriel just stared at Rhys blankly. Seriously, that was the best Rhys could come up with? That’s what he wanted to go with?!
"A disagreement?" Cassian asked, brows raised. "What kind of disagreement? A 'we came to an agreement' kind of disagreement, or a 'we punched each other in the face' disagreement?"
“A ‘Rhys sticks his nose into things that are none of his business’ disagreement,” Azriel gave back drily.
“Excuse me, you were going to kiss ELain while her mate was under the same roof two years ago. Did you ever even consider the political ramifications of that?” Rhys snapped. “For gods sake, Azriel!”
Azriel's jaw clenched at Rhys's words, his temper flaring even as he tried to maintain a neutral expression. "You think I didn't consider the consequences? Of course, I did," he hissed, his voice dangerously low. "But feelings aren't logical, Rhys. We don't choose who we fall for, and it's not as simple as calculating political ramifications."
“I told Azriel to keep away from Elain. She fell for Lucien. He’s still moping about it and giving me the fault,” Rhys said flatly. “Out of pure interest, how much longer do you want to keep up with that, Az?”
Azriel couldn’t help the laugh that burst out od his mouth at that.
“You didn’t just fucking tell me to keep away from her. You told me and I quote ‘If you need to fuck somebody go to a pleasure hall and pay for it’,” Azriel repeated viciously.
"And I stand by that," Rhys snapped. "The last thing we need is for you to pine over someone who has made it clear where she stands. Elain has her mate, and she doesn't return your feelings. She’s married for gods’ sake!”
“Whoa!” Cassian cut them off. “What the fuck, Rhys?!”
"What?" Rhys demanded, glaring at Cassian.
Cassian gave him an incredulous look. "You told Azriel to go to a pleasure hall? Seriously?"
"I was trying to be helpful," Rhys said, his jaw clenching.
"Helpful?" Cassian asked incrediously. "Helpful would have been to be a little more understanding towards your brother's feelings. He does have them, you know,” Cassian said sarcastically.
"I know that," Rhys snapped. "But he needs to move on. It's not healthy to keep pining after someone who doesn't return his feelings."
“Where was this opinion for the 500 years of me pining after Mor?” Azriel snapped.
Rhys's expression darkened. "Don't do that, Azriel. Don't bring Mor into this. She's not relevant to this discussion."
”Not relevant?” Azriel gave back with a laugh. “I think she’s very relevant. You don’t trust me to act like an adult about my feelings. You ordered me to behave like I am some kind of rabid dog. More than once, more than twice. Constantly. Like I would ever do anything to put Mor and Emerie’s relationship into jeopardy. Don’t worry, High Lord. I’ll behave. I’ll leave Mor and Elain alone. .”
Rhys ran a hand through his hair, his frustration clear. "This is not about Mor, Azriel. This is about keeping the peace within our Inner Circle. Elain has her own life and her own happiness to think about. Interfering could only bring pain, not just for you, but for everyone involved. That’s why I ordered you to keep your distance. Not because I don’t trust your feelings or your actions, but because sometimes even the best intentions can have unintended consequences."
Azriel’s eyes darkened, his anger simmering just beneath the surface. "Don't give me any of your high and mighty bullshit, Rhysand. You don’t think I am good enough for Mor, and you certainly don't think I am good enough for Elain. But don’t worry, I'll keep my distance, as ordered. I wouldn't want to risk upsetting your perfect little court or ruining your plans for peace. Just tell me who else is off limits, so I know who else I'm not good enough for. Maybe Gwyn? Because remember, ‘don’t you dare to pressure her’?"
Rhys sighed, his gaze softening slightly. "Azriel, it's not about who you're 'good enough' for and who you aren't. It's about respecting people's choices and boundaries. Elain has made her choice in Lucien, and I just want to protect her and the peace we've worked so hard to maintain. And no, nobody else is off limits. You're free to…'seek your entertainment' as you please."
His entertainment.
Right.
Azriel snorted, the sound full of derision. “It warms my heart that you give me that permission,” Azriel said, his voice dripping with disdain.
Rhys rolled his eyes, clearly irritated by Azriel's reaction. "I'm not trying to 'give you permission,' Azriel," he said firmly. "I'm just trying to make sure you understand why I'm asking you to behave. I care about you and our inner circle. You're my brother, but I also care about Elain and her happiness. I don't want to see anyone get hurt."
“Have I done anything, anything at all that put her happiness in jeopardy?” Azriel asked, his voices harsh. “I kept away as you ordered. I fucking saved Lucien’s life, so she could be happy.”
"You haven't done anything wrong," Rhys acknowledged, his tone softening. "You've been a better friend to Elain than anyone could have asked. You saved Luicen because you are a good person, not just for Elain's sake. But I still think it’s best if you keep your distance. Not just for her, but for yourself too. Dwelling on feelings that can’t be returned will only bring you pain."
“For cauldron’s sake, Rhys,” Cassian said with a sigh.
Rhys turned his attention to him, the exasperation clear in his eyes. "What, Cassian?" he asked, his tone weary.
Cassian rubbed a hand over his jaw, shaking his head. "You’re so hell bent on keeping the peace you forget that the people in your court have feelings too," he said. "Azriel isn’t some emotionless soldier doing your bidding. He has feelings and desires, just like everyone else. And sometimes it’s not as simple as just moving on."
"I know that," Rhys said, running a hand through his hair. "But sometimes we have to put our own feelings aside for the greater good. As a High Lord, I have to think about the impact my actions could have on others. I'm not trying to shut down Azriel's feelings. I'm just trying to protect him from potential pain.”
“Yeah you did a shitty job at that,” Cassian said drily. “You could have told Mor hundred of years ago to have a conversation with him. You didn’t. But Azriel is supposed to tread carefully not to make her or Emerie uncomfortable. Azriel is supposed to behave?”
Rhys's eyes flashed in anger. "I know I've made mistakes, Cassian. I should have handled things differently with Mor and Azriel. But I can't change the past. All I can do is try to make the best decisions for everyone involved right now."
“You don’t even fucking realise how much of a self important hypocritical asshole you are, do you?” Azriel asked flatly. “It’s okay for you to pursue an engaged female that’s engaged to another High Lord, damn the consequences. But the rest of us…we are told to behave.”
Rhys bristled at Azriel’s words, his own temper threatening to flare. "That's different, Azriel," he said, his voice sharp. "That’s different and you know it. You would understand if you had a…” he hesitated.
"If I had a what?" Azriel prompted sharply.
Rhys let out a frustrated sigh, his fingers clenching around his mug. "A mate."
“Rhys,” Cassian said carefully.
"What?" Rhys snapped, his temper still simmering just below the surface. “He doesn’t have a mate, he doesn’t fucking understand it.”
Aaaaaand…. Azriel was done.
So fucking done.
“Where are you going?” Rhys demanded as he stood up.
“Home,” Azriel said flatly. “You have my gifts, hand them out. Wish Feyre a Happy Birthday, will you? I’ll be back to do your bidding in about 3 days, High Lord.”
“I highly doubt that your mother will enjoy your impromptu appearance at Rosehall,” Rhys said. Azriel’s hand twitched towards Truthteller. “Let’s just…”
“Rhysand!” Cassian snapped.
“What?” Rhys asked.
“I have talked to my mother once since the Sealing of Velaris was lifted,” Azriel said tightly. “One conversation where she told me that she found a new family and that I should keep away from her. So no, Rhys. I am not going to Rosehall.”
Rhys looked utterly shell-shocked by Azriel’s revelation. "Azriel, I..." he started, but Azriel simply shook his head.
"Don't," he said. "Just don't." He didn’t wnat to talk about it. He never wanted to talk about that. His mother could do whatever she wanted. he would leave her alone, just as requested. But he was not going to talk about it.
“Then I am coming with you. You are not spending Winter Solstice alone brooding at the House of Wind,” Cassian said quickly, standing.
“I am not going to the House of Wind either.” Azriel answered flatly. “I am going home to my house and I won’t be alone either.”
"What do you mean you won't be alone?" Rhys asked sharply.
Azriel just snorted, “My mate will be there,” he said simply. “She’s better company than any of you.”
“Your...your mate?” Rhys repeated, his eyes widening.
Cassian gaped at Azriel. "Your mate? Why didn’t you tell us? Who is she?"
“Why should I tell you? ” Azriel gave back his voice icy. “I may trust you with this court, Rhysand, but I do not trust you with anything I love. Not anymore.”
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Hi!! I saw that you write for Arcane and had a really cute idea for Vander. I don’t really see a lot of fics where you get to see Vander’s reactions to the reader either playing with the kids or comforting them, so I thought a fic centered around that might be cute? (I think also having a bit of slow burn would be sweet, like both Vander and the reader like each other but don’t do anything about it until getting a little push from the kids because they ship).
ONE LITTLE PUSH
Reblogs and Comments are greatly appreciated!!
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Fandom(s): Arcane: League of Legends
Pairing(s): Vander x Reader
Word Count: 1.9k
Genre(s)/Tag(s): Gender Neutral!Reader, Bit of a Slowburn, Fluff, Getting Together, Reader is Smaller than Vander (but who isn’t?), Sibling Bickering
Notes: VANDER MY FAVORITE
(No, but seriously, contrary to popular belief, he’s my 1st favorite over Viktor)
JUST IN TIME (kind of) FOR SEASON TWO, LETS GOOOOO
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Vander wasn’t quite sure why you stuck around for so long.
In fact, he wasn’t sure why you stuck around in the first place.
But… As Vander watches you with the kids. His kids. He begins to understand why.
You were kind, unyieldingly so. Even as Mylo grew to start picking on Powder, even as they fought, you were kind and patient and offered them the unending gentle love they all so craved.
The love he couldn’t afford to give them because who could be gentle in the Undercity? Especially in the depths of the Lanes?
You could.
Vander was in the middle of pouring a drink when Powder tumbled into The Last Drop. She was covered in bruises and dust from something. Or someone. She barely met his gaze as she clambered to her feet and all but sprinted into the back where they all slept. Vander looked through the multitude of customers and spotted you.
You had obviously seen Powder go bolting, worry twisting your face as you glanced toward the bar and met his stare. You arched an eyebrow, and he shrugged. You rolled your eyes and sighed before smiling in jest and getting up from where you had been tinkering with the jukebox.
Vander finally manages to get away from his chatty clients and makes his way back into the back room nearly fifteen minutes later.
Only to pause by the door.
“—ylo hates me! He does, I swear!” Powder cries, and you hush her gently, dabbing what looks to be some of the antiseptic you have lying around on her cuts and bruises. Disinfectant was hard to come by, especially in the Lanes, but you were seemingly magic in the sense that you always knew who to talk to to get some. It seems you had worked your magic yet again.
“Did Mylo say that he hates you?” You ask gently, whispering a quiet “sorry” under your breath as she flinched with the sting of the antiseptic.
Powder pauses, thinking what had to be her earlier conversation over,
“Well… No…” She mumbles, and you hum,
“Can I give you my honest opinion?” You ask, and she stills, looking up at you with wide eyes before nodding.
“Aren’t you always honest with us?” She asks. You chuckle at that.
“I suppose I am. But I don’t think Mylo hates you. Does he find you a bit annoying? Maybe. But every big brother thinks that about their younger siblings. I know mine did.” You say, and Powder mulls your words over and over and over in her mind.
She always did overthink things.
“I didn't know you had a big brother.” She says eventually, and you let out a loud laugh at that.
“You are a silly girl for focusing on that. But yes, I came from a big family. And guess what? I was the baby of the family. Just. Like. You.” You say, emphasizing your words with a pinch to her side. Powder squeals with laughter and wriggles away to escape your dastardly tickling.
Vander hangs his head with a huff and a smile before turning to head back to the bar counter. He can hear your conversation continue as Powder escapes your grasp.
“Now, where did you get all these bruises from?”
“Um… Vi taught me parkour from Topside down…”
“Powder! You’re like seven!”
“Seven and a half! And she said I was ready!”
Ever since you began to stick around, you had become something of a parent figure to the four little children Vander had come into care for.
To Vi and Powder especially.
So when Mylo burst into The Last Drop with the words of a fistfight on his tongue, you were the first one out the door.
Vander was close behind.
Mylo led you and Vander deep into the Undercity. In fact, it was so far into the Undercity that Vander was worried they were getting into some dark territory.
Like… Really dark territory.
But soon enough, the sounds of a fight were heard, and soon after, you were deep in the throng of a multi-person fistfight. Everyone paused for a second when they saw you and then stopped altogether when they spotted Vander not far behind.
You began to pull people off and shoved them out of the way. You did this again and again, ducking under a few stray punches until you managed to unearth Vi.
She wasn’t looking too hot.
Her face was bruised and swollen, and the fifteen-year-old spat out a wad of blood as she bared her bloody teeth and prepared to fight again.
At least until she saw you.
It was as if the tension had been released from her shoulders.
She all but slumped into your grasp, and you stumbled back a step with the sudden weight. Vander yanked the last person away from you both and scooped up his adoptive daughter. She leaned her head into the crook of his neck and was obviously fighting back tears.
Mylo was hunched over, hands on his knees, and wheezed from all the sprinting.
“Vi? Violet, can you hear me?” You said as soon as you all returned to The Last Drop, and Vander set her down on the couch. Powder and Claggor had been found a block away, fighting off more thugs from whoever sent them after the literal children.
He would've pummeled them to a pulp if Vander hadn’t hung up his gauntlets years before.
Vi’s head lolled from side to side, and you shone a pocket flashlight into her eyes, watching as her pupils dilated and contracted. You were experienced at this, taking care of people, even more so than he thought.
Were you a doctor deep in your past?
As Vander thought about it, he realized he didn’t know practically anything about you. Your past, your likes, dislikes, he knew you were good with machines and medicine and that you came from a big family. But that was it.
And that hurt his heart.
You ended up ushering everyone out of the room while you worked on caring for Vi. Vander closed the bar early and was in the middle of putting chairs on tables when you emerged. Powder, Mylo, and Claggor dropped what they were doing. They scampered to your side, a chorus of “How’s Vi?” erupting from the kids. You offered them a tired smile and patted their heads.
“She’ll be okay. She’s resting right now. You can go in and see her if you’re quiet.”
And then it was the two of you.
Vander set the final chair on top of the table and meandered his way over where you were sitting at the bar, head in your hands.
You looked tired.
“Is she really okay?” He asked, and you grunted, rubbing at your temples.
“She has a broken nose, fractured left arm, some bruised ribs, and a concussion. Which, all things considered, she’s very lucky. It could’ve been a lot worse.” You say, and he sighs,
“Did she say why she got into the fight?” He replied, and you shrug,
“She was protecting Powder. Then, more people started showing up until it was an all-out brawl. That’s when we stepped in.” You say, and his shoulders sag.
Vi was going to be okay.
“I don’t think I’ve ever said it. But thank you. For everything you’ve done. Taking care of them and all that.” He says, and you just hum.
“You guys gave me a home after everything. I’m just repaying my debt. Well… that and I love those kids.” You say, and he arches an eyebrow,
“After everything?” He inquires, and you glance up sharply as if not realizing what you had said.
Eventually, your gaze casts downward, and you run a hand over your head and through your hair.
“I was a doctor in Piltover before the rebellion. I was caught trying to help the Undercity before they were officially citizens and cast out.” You say, and his arched eyebrow raises even higher.
“A doctor? Were you any good?” You bark out a dry laugh at that,
“One of the best!” Your voice cracks as you speak, and he feels his heart splinter into pieces.
Vander should’ve known that Claggor and Mylo were up to something when they came in with sneaky grins on their faces.
The Last Drop was all but desolate. It was the wee hours of the morning before the people of the Undercity awoke to begin their day. But the door was unlocked, and the kids were allowed to run in and out as they pleased.
Which they had been doing a lot in the last hour or so.
“Vander!” Mylor clamored for his adopted father’s attention, waving an excited hand as he scampered up to the counter. Claggor hung behind, ever the stoic young man. But there was mischief in their eyes and curling the corners of their mouths.
Vander slung the rag he used to wipe the counters down over his shoulder and leaned on the bar counter.
“What did you do now?” He teased, and Mylo all but squawked.
“When have I ever done anything?!” Vander just stared,
“Do you really want me to answer that?” He asked, and Claggor snickered at Mylo’s deflated expression. Mylo quickly spun on a heel and jabbed a finger at his adopted brother,
“Not a word outta you, Claggor!” He snapped before spinning back as something dawned on him.
“You gotta come with us!” He demanded, and Vander glanced between the two of them.
“Why?” He asked, and Mylo let out an exaggerated groan.
“No questions! Just come on!” He grabbed Vander’s hand and tried tugging him around the counter and toward the front door.
Vander relented, locking the door behind him as he followed the two boys.
Only to realize very quickly what was actually going on.
His first tip-off was hearing Powder and Vi’s voices, yours mixed in as you asked where you were going, why they were taking you, and what they were doing.
Vi answered no questions. Powder just chirped excitedly. “You’ll see! You’ll see!”
The six of you met in the middle of the street, Powder dragging you by your hand as you followed behind patiently. You glanced up from listening to Powder, and your gazes met. Vander felt his heart skip a beat as he took in your appearance. There wasn’t anything particularly new, but you looked like you had cleaned up some. Your hair was pinned neatly back, and your clothes looked ironed.
You looked… Really nice.
“Vander? What’s going on?” You asked, and Vi nudged you with her good arm. Her fractured left one was still healing carefully under your care.
“We’re setting you two up.” She teased, and you stared dumbly.
“Setting us up how?” You asked, and now it was Powder’s turn to blurt out an answer,
“On a date!”
Before the two of you could react, all four kids all but disappeared around the corner in a cloud of dust. Leaving you facing Vander and utterly alone.
It was safe to say he was panicking just a little bit.
“Vander? Do you have any idea what they meant?” You asked gently, and he scrubbed a hand down his face.
“My guess is they want us to go on a date.” He said, fully prepared to hear rejection. Because who would want to go on a date with him? A middle-aged man with a stained past. His lungs twisted as he heard you take a step closer.
A smaller hand slipped into his, and he looked down from where he had been staring at Topside.
Your eyes were lit up, not with disgust at the proposition he was proposing.
But they were filled with hope for the future this relationship would bring.
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children’s dreams / al-yarmouk, palestinian refugee camp in damascus, syria
little palestine; diary of a siege (2021) dir. abdallah al khatib
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Hello
hope that you are well
Please help us,May God bless you 🙏
I'm Etaf from Gaza Palestine
I am a mother of five smart children.
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🇵🇸 🛑pleas don't scroll ‼️Hi, I hope you are well. My name is Mohammed Atallah, I live with my parents, six sisters, a little girl named Malak and a little boy named Ameer in North Gaza. I created this link to fund a bone graft in my left hand which was shot by an explosive bullet, to rebuild our destroyed home and to evacuate my family from Gaza to a safe place.And donate any amount to safe life .. I will appreciate your help❤️ Can you please help as much as you can . Press all buttons on my wall , I beg you to visit my page, view it, and donate via the link in the bio💔Donate and share widely 🆘🆘 Every euros will make a difference 🙏I urge you to donate. Even the smallest amount can make the biggest difference. Not only he needs to evacuate with his family, but he is in dire need for surgery! The IDF has shot his arm with an explosive bullet. Not a regular one. AN EXPLOSIVE ONE. So he needs to get it treated right away! Otherwise, he will get an infection and it may lead to amputation. WE DO NOT WANT THAT TO HAPPEN, DO WE DO?So contribute! Make sure to reblog and share his story if you are unable to do so.Help my family. War is devastating. There is nothing left to live. No schools, no universities, no home, and no dreams. All dreams have been shattered. I hope for help before it is too late Please share on Twitter and tumbler and Instagram The campaign has been documented @90-ghost 🍉
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OKAY IM PUTTING THIS HERE CAUSE I LOVE THIS MENTAL HEALTH GAME BASED AROUND PLANTS!!!!! The art is so pretty and takes inspiration from studio Ghibli and animal crossing and non of my friends are really interested in mental health stuff so I want to put it somewhere so I can talk about this game!!!!! Plus it’s free!! No ads the only thing you CAN buy are different decorations but everything else free!!!!
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With roe v Wade being overturned if you wish to be sterilized but don’t know how or where
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This creator created this document and I’m sharing it here I’m no way taking credit for their time and research but it needs to be shared especially with everything that is going on
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This is why people who stay in my life are neurodiverse like me!
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rb if you’d wipe all pedophiles off this earth
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500 people are already arrested across the country The protests barely started a few hours ago The entire center of Moscow is paralyzed, nobody is allowed to enter or exist the subway stations
This is what dictatorship looks like, people
This is why the four years of calling trump an authoritarian fascist were so laughable from a Russian perspective
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What Have You Done (Part 2)
Pairing: None
Warnings: Blood and injuries and stuff.
Word Count: 2.3K
Summary: You leaving the team to join the side of the villains has the rest of them to realize that they’re responsible for pushing you away.
A/N: I will do a part 3. Also all the support and love from the first part was honestly so amazing. So many of you guys sent in ideas and things you would like to see in the 2nd part and I honestly want to use them all so I’m gonna try. An anon mentioned that they wanted to see a face off between Zatanna and (Y/N) so this is it!
Part 1 Part 3
“Finally, just who I’ve been waiting for!” You gave Zatanna a Cheshire grin that sent shivers down her spine, “Finally decided to stop hiding behind your teammates Zatanna? Who’s the cheap sorcerer now?”
She clenched her teeth and glared at you but you didn’t flinch. Your head was held high and the glow in your face was unmistakable. The months away from the team had did you well. It didn’t take a sorcerer to know who was the most powerful one in the room, the power was practically radiating off you.
Zatanna felt inadequate for the first time. Outclassed. Knowing that just a few months ago she was treated as the most powerful had given her pride a hit. So, standing in front of you she felt like she needed to prove something.
You smirked when she raised her hands and prepared herself to fight you. You did the same, widening your stance and balling your hands into fists. If she wanted to clearly defeat you, she would need all the power she could muster.
“Rehtag eht citsym rewop!”
Zatanna’s eyes began to glow and you sighed, feeling the atmosphere in the room get thicker and electrified with magic. It was intoxicating and made your head spin slightly but didn’t deter your concentration.
There was a beat of silence, where one of you were waiting for the other to strike first.
“Erif nrub, nordlauc elbbub!”
Flames exploded throughout the room, burning everything in sight as they rushed towards you. You vaguely registered her unconscious teammates lying on the ground and wondered if she was trying to kill them or was just stupid. The summoning spell she cast initially showed its effectiveness as the flames grew in height and you felt it’s heat.
“Incendia Absum!”
A hard wind knocked Zatanna to the wall, blowing out the flames until they were just smarting on the ground. You didn’t wait for her to recover, casting another spell immediately after. However, she was able to protect herself with a shield, throwing a blast at you.
You groaned when you felt it hit you, knocking you to your knee for a second before you were up again, summoning a bolt of lightning to strike her in her place. She redirected it towards you and you expelled it outwards, shooting a hole through the ceiling.
You were more powerful but the new power was too raw, too uncontrolled. Zatanna on the other hand was more experienced, in both magic and battle.
It frustrated you, she was still faster than you, still better than you. You had been given power by birth, you had worked day and night to control it, you had faced endless ostracization and rejection. And she was still better than you.
Your moves started getting a little clumsy and uncalculated when you realized that she was still evenly matched. Even after all this, she could still take you on in battle. You expected the battle to get done in a short time, with you obliterating her, but she was proving to still be better than you.
Even if it was just by a miniscule.
“Punctum Contigo!”
The humane side of you winced at Zatanna’s shriek but the part of you that was turned to a monster by your team. The ugly part which clouds your judgement felt satisfied. Finally, it felt like you were putting a dent in her.
You didn’t wait before casting another spell, having Zatanna at your mercy from your onslaught.
Seeing her unconscious body on the ground gave you some sort of sick piece. Seeing her put in her place, a place that couldn’t hurt you anymore, that couldn’t make you feel less than anymore.
You told yourself that you were trying to get revenge, that you were trying to make her feel what you felt tenfold. You were trying to teach her a lesson and make her sorry for ever thinking that she was better than you, for ever treating you less that.
But the humane, vulnerable part of you knew that it was because you were afraid. You were scared that even with your newfound power she would still be more powerful. That she would get your former team to hunt you down like savages. That she would still manage to hurt you, even after everything.
The only way to protect yourself from getting hurt was to hurt your enemies first.
So, you turned your gaze cold at her limp body and tried to steel your nerves, preparing your mind for this last spell. It would only take a second. The first time is always the hardest.
That’s what Klarion told you. That’s what you told yourself.
A part of you wanted to leave. Take your victory in stride and walking away humbly. You already proved your worth and power. You already proved you were just as powerful as she was and with some training, you’d exceed her.
But you knew that if you didn’t do this, it wouldn’t stop Klarion from turning his back on you. You couldn’t face rejection again, not after getting so close to him. You couldn’t let him down when he was the one to show you compassion and after he took you under his wing.
He said bigger things were coming. He said that the clouds of war were coming close and soon all of the world will see your greatness.
You wanted to be by his side throughout it.
You needed to be by his side throughout it.
So, you took a deep breath and raised your hand, “Exeejay Animus Om—”
“That’s enough (Y/N)!”
Even though you hide your relief from them well, it was apparent to you. You had been so close to crossing a line, a line that you knew you could never turn back from. You were just waiting for someone to stop you, someone to give you an exit so you didn’t have to admit that you were looking for one.
You turned to see your former teammates. They were all in a defensive stance, watching you carefully when you didn’t let your arm relax, it was looming ominously over Zatanna’s head still.
“You don’t have to do this…” Aqualad started but you barely registered his words. It was his tone that was compelling you. It was sweet and soft and understanding, one that you’ve never heard before.
You knew you didn’t have to do this; you knew you could quit and walk away but for some reason you didn’t want to let your team know that you spared them from mercy. That you walked away because of the goodness that remained in your heart.
You wanted them to feel regret and pain and guilt for turning you into something that they swore to fight. You wanted them to see the consequences of their actions and beg for your mercy, beg for your kindness and hope that you will forgive them.
They tried to take a step closer but your body seized.
“Please listen to us, (Y/N), we want to apologize.” Artemis began and you inhaled sharply but didn’t interrupt. Your pride told you not to listen, not to accept their apology, but your compassion was screaming to give in. You knew what your heart wanted but refused to accept it.
You didn’t want to give them the benefit of your pure heart.
“We never should have made you feel like you were less than Zatanna. We acted horribly towards you and we’re sorry.” Robin said, stepping forward but stopping when you held a hand up, trying to tell him not to come any closer.
“We know that we can’t possibly begin to make it up to you for our behaviour but we want to try. Please, stop this. Please, just one last time, we’re asking you to take the high road.”
Wally’s words rung in your head. What happens if you stopped this here? What happens if you listen?
You wanted to. The path of hatred and vengeance and greed and pride was draining and scary and alone. One that you wanted to stop treading. So, what would happen if you finally stopped trying to please everyone else and did what your heart said for once?
You were honestly scared to find out.
“I—I can’t…” You whispered and their faces fell. You sighed, turning to leave, thinking of the spell to conjure up a portal in the middle of the destroyed cave.
M’Gann shouted something just as you muttered the spell and you froze, neck snaping towards her, “What?”
“It’s the date of your birthday. You like books and old Disney movies. You like taking long, hot baths when you’re stressed and have a bunch of self care products!”
Your brows furrowed; how did she know?
The others seemed to catch drift of what she was trying to do, “You like the pink sticky notes instead of the yellow ones and you like the ones in different shapes.” Conner said and you were confused and mildly surprised. Surely your file couldn’t have had all this information?
“You like long socks better than ankle socks and you like buying them in different colours and with different characters on them!”
“You always carry a polaroid camera around and you like keeping a diary of them.”
“You used to practice ballet when you were younger and gave it up in to join this team and use your magic for good.”
They all began chanting facts about you left and right and you felt a little overwhelmed. Did they really know all of this about you? Had you been wrong? Did they really care about you?
“We know we let you down, (Y/N), but from now on we’re going to try to set things straight.” Artemis stated, coming forward. This time you didn’t try to stop her. She stood right in front of you but didn’t reach for you, she was showing you that she wasn’t afraid of you without overstepping her boundaries. She was waiting for you to show her that she could.
“Please, give us the chance.”
You could see the sincerity and compassion in her eyes. All the emotions she was trying to communicate towards you. You could feel her grief and guilt and you could finally see that the team honestly did want you back with them.
A weight felt like it was lifted off your shoulders and the fog had finally lifted. You stared up at her innocently and she gave you a small smile, seeing the kind-hearted girl she knew.
Hesitantly, you held out a hand to her, reaching for her and she did the same, nodding with an affectionate and motherly smile. One of acceptance, one of love, and it made your heart flutter. Just as your fingers grazed hers you heard Zatanna move behind you.
“Etativel sworra ot em!”
“NO!”
You gasped, mouth falling open in horror as your face went slack. You took pried your gaze from Artemis’ horrified gaze as you glanced down to see the multiple arrows piercing your body and your legs trembled, sending you tumbling to the floor.
Artemis was right after you, pulling your body into her arms before you could hit the floor and you screeched, feeling the arrows move and try and tear you apart. You choked down a wet cough, the metallic taste of your own blood filling your mouth and tears filled your eyes when you realized what happened.
“You betrayed me…” You whimpered, looking up at Artemis and letting your tears stream down your cheeks. Everything burned and your throat seized up painfully, filling your mouth with more blood that you had to spit out.
“No, no, we didn’t, I swear we didn’t!” She said, examining your wounds. You were bleeding out too fast, the arrows had pierced through you and your blood was pooling on the ground. Her eyes misted and her throat contracted when she realized that there was no way to help you.
The others quickly ran up to you, frantically trying to figure something out. They couldn’t give up this easily, they just couldn’t.
“I believed that you could love me, and you betrayed me.” Your face scrunched up as you started crying softly, you were losing feeling, the arms wrapped around you didn’t feel like anything and you couldn’t hear anything over the ringing in your ears.
So, you couldn’t hear your team cry out for you, “We didn’t, (Y/N), we do love you. We love you, please, don’t.”
Breathing was getting harder, more painful, enough air wasn’t reaching your lungs. Your vision slowly got blurry and your hearing became muffled. Your eyes closed but you still had some life left in you.
Just a little.
Just enough to—
“Abayo Exorior.”
You turned into mist and vanished from her arms, leaving the bloody arrows behind. The team was left knelt around a pool of your blood that was soaking their uniforms. Artemis’ clothes were stained with your blood and the image of you, bleeding out and crying from a broken heart in her arms was burnt into her memory.
It didn’t take a genius to figure out what had happened.
They took a moment to gather themselves before standing. Kaldur and Wally wrapped their arms around Artemis, trying to stabilize her when she began crying, trying to wipe off the blood that stained her hands.
They all turned around to face Zatanna with icy glares and resisted killing her then and there.
They wanted to curse her out, scream at her, but the image of your nearly dead body seemed to shake all of them so much that they didn’t have the energy to, but just as they were about to leave, making a silent promise that this would be the last time any of them would associate with the likes of her, Robin spat out his last words to her.
“What have you done.”
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What Have I Done (Part 3)
Pairing: None
Warnings: None I think.
Word Count: 4.3K
Summary: You leaving the team to join the side of the villains has the rest of them to realize that they’re responsible for pushing you away.
A/N: There will be an alternate ending for a special celebrating me gaining 500 followers! The alternate ending won’t be that fulfilling either to be honest. I hope you like this part because I felt kind of weird while writing it.
Part 1 Part 2
“You’re off the mission. (Y/N) is strictly Justice League priority now.” Batman informed, voice gruff with either disappointment or firmness but neither of them could identify it. They had been hanging their heads low in front of the entire JLA as they explained what had happened in the last few days.
Zatanna was confined to her room, no one would even look at her, much less talk to her, all of them were filled with rage that she took a moment to pretend that she was down before stabbing you in the back. Literally.
A part of them was reminded of how this started out, with a scared lonely girl trapped in her room, after having lost all her friends and now having to face herself all on her own. They didn’t want to repeat what happened but even then, they couldn’t bring themselves to look at her face. They were just reminded of how the last time they did, they were covered in your blood.
The Justice League found out shortly after, of course they did and the team could identify many different emotions on their faces. Some were unmistakably disappointed while the others looked guilty and upset. Like they blamed themselves for not checking up on what was going on here. Black Canary looked the most distraught by far. Rightfully so because she thought of herself to be responsible for the mental wellbeing of the protégés.
The young heroes were lost, disappointed in themselves and their hearts felt like it was being ripped in two whenever they remembered the way you started wailing when you thought they had betrayed you. You were too far gone by then, not listening to anything they had heard and just sobbing in Artemis’ arms as she tried to bring you back to earth.
When you vanished, they hadn’t known if you had survived or not, waiting in anxiety for the next few days, assuming the next time the JLA would call them was to inform them of your death. Conner swore that if you had really passed then he wouldn’t let Zatanna stay here and be part of the team.
The others wanted to agree, they wanted to tell her to pack her bags and leave, but they couldn’t bring themselves to do to her what they did to you. They wondered whether that was fair to you, whether they should show Zatanna the compassion they never showed you but they also knew that two wrongs didn’t make a right.
But none of them could bring themselves to include her in anything.
They next few days went by in a blur, not knowing when morning bled into the night of sleeplessness. The place they called their home felt haunted with ghosts of their past. When they passed the docking bay, they’d sometimes hear you screaming and wailing just as the arrows pierced you.
It wasn’t long before the JLA called an emergency meeting and they were forced to tell their mentors everything that had happened. They wanted to blame Zatanna for everything, they wanted to put the blame off on somebody but they knew that it was party theirs as well.
And they didn’t know how to make up for their sins.
But they knew that they still wanted to try.
So, when Batman said they were off the mission, they couldn’t help protesting but he quickly shut them all down, “(Y/N)’s out for blood,” His voice made the revelation all more chilling, they didn’t want to believe that there wasn’t any hope for you, “Your blood, specifically. You don’t have the training, nor the firepower to take on someone in her league. You’ll have to let us handle her.”
“But Batman we want to help get her back. This can’t be the end.”
“(Y/N) is the part of the Light now. Our mission objective still remains the same. To defeat the Light.”
This didn’t sit right with them. They could read between the lines and understand what Batman meant but they still couldn’t bring themselves to believe it. This was their teammate they were talking about. The mission couldn’t have been more important than her.
But they couldn’t bring themselves to ask. To swallow the lump in their throats and really ask if this could possibly cost you your life. Not after you just managed to get it back.
***
“Ready to make those Justice Babies pay, young one?” Klarion asked from your side, fuelling your pain, adding anger to your grief until you weren’t sure what you were feeling. Your brain and heart were overloaded, overwhelmed, until you couldn’t feel anything anymore.
It was scary, not being able to feel the anger, the pain, the sorrow that you knew you were entitled to. All you could feel was cold, emptiness. You felt numb and it frightened you.
Luckily, Klarion was there for you, whispering in your ear about how you were supposed to be feeling and filled you with pseudo-rage and pain. You knew you were supposed to be distraught and angry and you honoured yourself by trying to obliterate them.
Maybe when they were finally gone, you’d get closure.
So, you agreed to everything Klarion said without a second thought, letting him use your powers to fulfil his tasks and wishes. Something in you told you that he was simply manipulating you but the other reasoned that he was trying to help you through this by making you feel something.
You were tired.
Tired of trying to win over people. Tired of trying to do anything. It would be so much easier if everything would just stop for a second. For forever.
You could recognize your desires easily. You wanted a life where you didn’t have to run after people like a lap dog, where you could be worth of love and adoration without having to do something first.
But you were too far gone now, and no amount of wishing could fulfil your dream. No amount of power or magic could undo whatever what does. To heal the scars and give you a clean slate.
You didn’t belong anywhere. Your heart wasn’t with the Light and you couldn’t be with the team. Every time you thought of them conspiring against you so Zatanna could land the final blow, your stomach clenched painfully and yet you still couldn’t feel anything. Not the pain of their rejection. Not the rage at their betrayal. No thirst for revenge. Nothing.
Re-joining them didn’t feel right. Yet, destroying them didn’t feel right either.
And you wondered whether it was because you were too weak to go through with it, or whether you were strong enough not to.
But still, you didn’t say the words out loud. You didn’t admit it to anything. You couldn’t be that pathetic girl still chasing for everyone’s acceptance. Eventually you had to realize that the dream you once had couldn’t be achieved. It just couldn’t.
So, every night you imagine yourself shattering it, every last memory, every last desire, every last emotion. Anyone would have thought you were hiding the sorrow and anger but they would be wrong.
You were trying to forget every last good memory. Trying to taint everything good you felt with your blood and tears.
The mornings your parents would wake you up before preschool and take you hand in hand before dropping you off and picking you up at that very same spot was tainted by the memory of their faces turning dark when they found out that you weren’t their real daughter.
The days in your school when you would giggle with your friends at your table over how your teacher was wearing ugly shoes and scribbling on each other’s books for fun was followed by them not even bothering to contact you when you suddenly left school. You were easy to forget by them.
You remembered the mornings that the team would remember to call you down for breakfast. It was in the beginning, back when you were a fresh face to the team, you remember eating cereal and watching them joke around. Sure, a lot of them were inside jokes that you’d never quite fully understand but your morning was full of life and laughter.
You remembered the time you got hurt during a mission and was confined to bed rest for the next week. The team had visited you briefly, telling you to rest up and bringing your meals for the rest of the week. You were reminded of the days you had a fever and your parents would coddle you until you were feeling better.
That’s why it hurt. Because once upon a time you were loved, you knew what it felt like. You knew how warm it felt when your mom tucked you in and kissed your forehead. You knew how happy you felt when your dad would eat your burnt, horribly misshapen cookies and tell you they were delicious. You knew how amazing those emotions felt.
That’s why it hurt. Because you wanted that.
You wanted to feel safe and loved and appreciated like you once were. You wanted to go through sad days knowing that you’d have someone to fall back on and hold onto. Because you knew what that felt like. You wanted that.
That’s why it hurt. Because you knew you wouldn’t have that.
So, you spent nights awake, trying to remind yourself that it wasn’t worth it. Love just wasn’t worth it. It wasn’t worth your parent’s heartbroken faces when they found out you weren’t their real daughter. It wasn’t worth having to leave your childhood home behind to live on the streets. It wasn’t worth putting yourself out on the line just so you could have a family again.
None of it was worth it.
That’s what you spent all night telling yourself anyway.
But then you’d wake up the next morning wondering why you couldn’t have all that.
What had you done that was so wrong that you were robbed of the one thing you had wanted the most? You had loved and loved and loved until you hadn’t had any left for yourself. Why had no one returned any of it to you? Why couldn’t you have what everyone else took for granted?
You couldn’t find the answer. So, you continued to run from trying to find the answer, fearing that what lay at the end of the road wasn’t what you wanted to find out.
Maybe avoiding it wasn’t the best. Maybe forcing yourself to make tough decisions was what you had to do. Maybe admitting that you needed to leave everything, everything familiar and known, behind was just too much for you to take. Maybe taking that first step on your own, knowing that there would be absolutely no one to keep you company was just too scary.
So, you turned to Klarion with a plain face, not knowing whether your lips should be turned into a smirk of vengeance, or a scowl of fury, or a frown of despair. Although you knew one thing, no matter how hard you tried, you just couldn’t bring yourself to smile.
“Let’s make them wish they were never born.”
***
“What have I done?”
How did everything go so wrong so fast?
You thought you were fine with it. You thought you were fine with the chaos and the destruction. You thought you were like them. You thought you could enjoy it. That’s why you cast the spell to initiate all of it.
You thought you were fine taking a step back and watching the world burn.
It was only then you realized that it wasn’t just the world you were destroying. It was millions of innocent children who had parents who loved them. It was millions of mothers and fathers who had a safe little home with their babies. It was millions of young and old couples who held each other in the dark of night and made promises. It was millions of people who knew their journey wasn’t at its end.
You couldn’t stand back and watch them burn.
That’s what made you different from the others. You had a strong moral compass but you also believed in what you knew was right. You weren’t like Batman or Superman who saved the world because you knew wanted people to be safe and happy. You wanted to save the world because you wanted to be safe and happy.
Maybe it was selfish but it didn’t matter.
You couldn’t be responsible for hurting so many people. Something in your heart screamed at you to leave, run away and never show your face to anyone ever again because you made a bad decision.
But you knew if you wanted to make this right, you would have to face the consequences of your actions and admit what you did was something you shouldn’t have.
It was in a middle of the chaos you made that decision. With a woman screaming in the background, you screwed in your eyes shut and cast a spell to take you away. You heard the wind whip and the lights shift before growing brighter but you still didn’t open your eyes.
What were you to expect when you did? Did you even go to the right place? After everything, could you really back pedal and save everything?
You didn’t know. But you knew it was worth trying.
“(Y/N)?”
Your eyes fluttered open hearing your name called out. Through all the anxiety and guilt you couldn’t determine who was the one who said it but it didn’t matter. When your eyes opened you were faced with your old team with concern on their faces rather than the disdain you had been expecting and you felt the first emotion you had felt in a while. Relief.
“I don’t know what to do,” You whimpered out, feeling your throat close and tears bite, “Please help me.”
A sob bubbled out of your throat before your legs trembled and sent you tumbling to the floor.
Just like last time, you were caught before you could hit the ground, holding onto Wally and crying into his shoulder as you gripped his arms tightly. They shared a look over your head and you wondered whether the telepathic link was still up.
Wally gently brushed a lock of hair behind your ear when you finally stilled. Your cheeks were still wet and your throat was dry but in the warmth of Kaldur’s arms you were slowly comforted until you stopped crying.
You blinked up at them and they offered you small smiles when they noticed the innocence in your eyes. Your eyes still sparkled like a child on Christmas day when you looked at all of them.
“We’re sorry, (Y/N).” M’Gann said with a soft voice, gently placing a hand on your shoulder. The others nodded but you didn’t respond, only staring at them apprehensively, even though you were cuddling into Kaldur’s chest.
“We’re sorry for everything.”
“Please help me.”
You weren’t ready to accept their apology yet, not while there was the guilt of your chaos hanging over your head.
“What can we do?”
Your heart soared, warm sweet syrup filling it as a relieved smile spread on your face seeing their resolve. They really were going to help you. In the back of your head, you chastised yourself for still letting yourself getting deliriously happy every time they did so much as look at you fondly but you couldn’t help yourself.
You couldn’t stop yourself from getting joy from every little thing.
Maybe it was a sign of desperation, maybe a sign of vulnerability. Even then, you couldn’t brush off the feeling that maybe it was a good thing. Maybe it was a good thing that your heart was sustained by so little, that you didn’t take advantage of things. Maybe it was a good thing that you loved so easily.
And it was.
It was the best, purest and most valuable thing that anyone had ever seen in you. But the rest of the world wasn’t the same. It was filled to the brim with selfish and distant people. With people who would accept all your love, without ever giving any in return. It was cold and cruel and used people that had a bleeding heart until they were bleeding out on the floor, crying.
The world didn’t deserve your love.
Even then, you decided to take one last chance and put your trust in someone again. Of course, it wouldn’t be your last. You would continue to trust and expect the same in return and sometimes you would be disappointed.
But sometimes you would find yourself with a team of people who would go to the end of the world for you.
So, you didn’t ignore their efforts and tell yourself that you didn’t want or need their love or that you were better off alone. Instead, you returned their smiles and worked hard alongside them.
Maybe it was a mistake that you loved so much.
Or maybe it wasn’t.
***
It had taken hours to find something that might be able to counter the spell you cast, but with all of you working together you were able to find something after rifling through thousands of books and old manuscripts.
You were all slouched over different screens and books, painstakingly trying to go through them as carefully and quickly as you could. Even with Wally it seemed endless. There were multiple translators that were being used to decipher them and you were going through every elder magic book you could find.
Just when you were about to give up, a sound was heard from the doorway.
“Is this what you’re looking for?” You looked up to see Zatanna, in her hand a scroll with runes scribbled on them. You froze in your place, hearing her last spell echo in your head and the scars littered on your back burned hotly.
The team froze, eyes shifting between the two of you.
The feeling of numbness came back. You didn’t know how to react. So, you simply cast a spell to levitate what was in her grasp to you and read through it. It was a spell of redirection of energy belonging to a high class. Which meant that it could redirect your spell to act on the caster.
Your heart sunk when you realized what that meant.
You looked back up at Zatanna with an unreadable expression. She was stoic but somehow still looked vulnerable. You wondered if she had another spell hidden in her room that had a better outcome than this and was simply trying to get rid of you once again.
But when you looked deeper in her eyes, you saw it. The guilt, the regret, the same emotions that you hid from the Light when you started all of this.
You both were so similar, both girls who lost their parents and the life as they knew it changed overnight. Even down to your last day, you both were still the same.
Looking into her scared, lonely eyes, all you could see was yourself.
You wanted to hate her. She was the reason this was all happening in the first place. But you just couldn’t. You couldn’t look into her eyes and hate what you saw because in many ways, Zatanna was more pathetic than yourself.
You knew you shouldn’t run from your feelings; you knew that you would have to face them eventually. But staring at the scroll in your hand, you hardened your heart and concealed the emotions hidden in your eyes.
You wouldn’t have to worry about it once this was all over anyway.
So, you took a deep breath and stood up, nodding at the sorceress that was still standing at the doorway, “This is it, thanks.”
***
This was it. You were walking to your death and no one had any idea.
Your heart was heavy and your feet felt nailed to the floor. There were so many things you’d never have the chance to do. Never again would you see your parents. You wondered what their reaction would be if they were ever to receive the news. You wished they would be upset but it felt sick to wish unhappiness on them.
You’d never get to sleep in and watch the warm sunlight flit through the spaces in your curtains, lighting up the room with the dawn of a new day. You’d never get to huddle beneath a blanket while it storms outside, trying to fight shivers. You’d never get to feel the breeze or the sea again.
You wouldn’t get to have one last dinner with everyone you cared about, laughing about things you wouldn’t remember the next morning. You wouldn’t fall in love with someone special and have the life you always wanted.
As your last moments neared, you realized just how much you regreted in your life. Just how much you wanted but never had to courage to go after. You sighed, remembering missed opportunities and wondering what would’ve come from it had you gone after them.
But now you’d never know.
And it terrified you.
To leave everything behind and never get to accomplish anything scared you. You didn’t want to die.
Even then, you swallowed down the tears and reminded yourself that it wouldn’t last long.
You took a deep breath before putting yourself in a trance. The others watched in awe as you began to radiate heat, eyes glowing behind closed lids as your hair began to float. Words they couldn’t understand began spilling from your lips and your feet left the ground as it began to shake.
They could only watch as runes marked themselves into your skin, glowing so bright that even when they closed their eyes, they could see its outline.
Then you opened your eyes, a powerful wave rippling through you and then out. They felt it. It was warm and reassuring but also empty and cold. It sent a chill down their spines, knocking them back a few feet as you took another breath and they felt the ripple once again. Only this time, it was pulling inwards.
Along with the ripple came energy. Energy they felt phase through them before gathering in front of you like a shining sun that was so bright, they had to shield their eyes.
You hesitated, lifting a hand up to reach for it before looking at your team one last time, a sad smile growing on your cheeks.
“Don’t blame yourselves for too long, okay?” You called out and immediately you saw various emotions flash across their faces.
“(Y/N), what do you mean by that?” Artemis asked cautiously but you couldn’t swallow back your tears to answer her. Instead, you sent her a pained smile but they saw the way your lips quivered.
“Don’t do it!” Robin shouted, sprinting towards you but was knocked back. There was no way he’d be able to reach you, not with the spell active.
You blinked, trying to get your vision to clear and tears began falling. The warp in front of you was powerful and you could feel your magic getting sucked from your body into it. So far, it was working, they could tell. The skies cleared lightly and the earth stopped shaking.
But it wasn’t enough yet. You knew if you had to undo it, you’d have to erase every last trace of your magic from your body. The line of blood benders would end with you, your culture and people would end here, with you.
This was it.
“I’m sorry guys. Goodbye.” You said and M’Gann began screaming, trying to reach you as the others tried to convince you not to do it. That they’d find some other way. That’d they’d fix this without you having to give up your life.
But it was already too late.
You reached up, this time with a stronger resolved and inched closer until your fingers reached the warmth of the warp and you felt cold, the magic seeping out of you. You could feel your life leaving your body, your head tipping back slightly when you got weak.
Just when your resistance was going to disappear you felt a hand grasp yours and your eyes snapped open to see Zatanna beside you, holding your hand tightly.
She intertwined your fingers and you gasped softly seeing her start to cry.
“I’m sorry, (Y/N), for everything.”
Maybe it was because you were going to die, but you couldn’t help but smile at her, “I forgive you.”
But you meant it.
It was time to sever all the strings tying you back to this earth. You closed your eyes once the light got too blinding, relying on the warmth from Zatanna’s hand to keep you constant. Your magic was disappearing, ripping itself from your soul until there was nothing left but a ghost and with your last wisp of magic, you made one last wish.
‘A clean slate. A fresh beginning.’ You wished into the scorching heat just as it pulled you in.
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