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[blonde-fraumell]

Hi, howdy. Just popping on to say hi and that I'm still around. I haven't touched Tumblr or AO3 since I vanished, but I do plan on continuing my stories and art. Things have been... hectic, to say the least. New job, family emergencies, among more.

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[1800-fight-me]

Of War and Longing

Part Two for Of Duty and Honor

Part Three - Of Retribution & Desire 

Aemond Targaryen x female!reader

Rating: E - Minors DNI!

Warnings: Explicit sex, pregnant reader, and reader is described as small so this could be considered a petite!reader, though there is no other description of the reader

Word count: 5.7k

Synopsis: You are finally reunited with your husband after he returned from war.

Author’s note: I am so excited about this! I really hope y’all like it!! P.S. Here’s a link to my masterlist if you’d like to check out my other writing! My askbox and taglist are always open! Come interact with me! Reblogs and feedback are greatly appreciated!

Aemond Masterlist

“How long do wars usually take?” you asked your lady’s maid as she cinched up the back of your dress. 

Brienne giggled, “Missing your lord husband already, princess?” 

“Mmm I suppose. He is very handsome,” you said with a grin. 

She giggled once again, making it clear she agreed with you but didn’t want to overstep. 

“Patience is key in these situations, my lady,” she placated you with a smile. 

She tugged at the lacings of your bodice and you sucked in a breath. 

“Too tight,” you gasped out. 

“So sorry, my lady,” she said as she hurriedly loosened the lacings. 

Once you could breathe again you sucked in a few deep breaths. 

She laced it loosely then came around to your front to survey her work. 

“How have you been feeling lately, princess?” she asked carefully as she eyed you up and down. 

“Not the best since Aemond left, I’ll confess. Helaena thinks it is the worry. I have trouble sleeping without him holding me. And I’ve been sick to my stomach thinking of him being harmed. I am not as strong and full of fire as the members of the family I married into,” you said as you blinked back tears. 

“I understand your worry, you and the prince are extremely close for a married couple,” she said with a nod. 

“But?” you asked as you sensed there was more in her thoughts that she had not said. 

“Is it possible you are with child?” she asked gently. 

“Oh, I suppose that could be true. I didn’t think of that- I don’t- I’m not sure why. I just thought it was the worry. W-we’ve been married for over a year now. I was starting to lose hope but he always reassures me to be patient. I-” you stopped your rambling as your eyes now started to fill with joyous tears. 

“Perhaps you should visit the maester, my lady,” she said gently as she took your hand in hers and squeezed it reassuringly. 

“Yes, that sounds like a good idea,” you said with a smile. 

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“I should send him a letter to tell him, don’t you think?” you asked the queen mother days later after she happily embraced you. 

“Yes, absolutely, Aemond will be overjoyed to hear you are with child,” Alicent said as she squeezed your hands. 

You nodded, thoughts already racing about how you would phrase the news in your letter. 

“Do we have any news on the war?” you asked worriedly. 

She rubbed your arm reassuringly. “It is going well thus far. I am hopeful it will not drag on for an extremely long time.” 

You sighed in relief and smiled. 

“That is a relief to hear,” you said. 

She nodded sympathetically, “Try not to worry too much, it isn’t good for the babe.” 

You nodded and withheld your comment that it would be nearly impossible not to worry over the welfare of your love. 

She was thankfully soon distracted by queenly duties and you left shortly after to write to Aemond. 

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“Aemond,” you moaned as he licked your core. 

He groaned in pleasure at your taste as he pushed two fingers inside you. 

You whined in ecstasy as you threaded your fingers through his hair and held tight. 

“Come for me, little wife,” he commanded in a deep gravelly voice that made your toes curl. 

You body heeded his command and you gasped out his name-

There was a hand on your shoulder shaking you. You blinked as you woke and the flash of long white hair you saw as you opened your eyes made you bolt upright. 

“Aemond?” you gasped out but as you blinked away the sleep you sighed deeply. 

“What are you doing in my room, Helaena?” you groaned as you flopped back down and pulled a pillow over your face and ignored the urge to scream into it. 

“Isn’t this really Aemond’s room?” she asked airily. 

“We share it. He moved me in here when we were wed,” you answered with shorter patience than you usually show your sister in law. 

“Hm,” was her only response as she looked around the room. 

You pulled the pillow off your face and sat up to look at her. The endeavor was made more difficult by the roundness of your belly. 

Dear gods, you missed your Aemond. 

“Helaena?” 

“Yes?”

“Why are you here?” you asked gently. 

“Oh! You said you wanted to go for a walk in the gardens with me today!” she said excitedly. 

“Yes, but in the afternoon,” you said with confusion. 

“It is the afternoon,” she said with a smile. 

“It is? Are you sure?” 

“Quite sure. It’s okay,” she said as she placed a hand on your protruding stomach and giggled as she felt the baby kick. “I slept late through the morning often when I was growing the twins. It is exhausting being with child.” 

You squeezed her hand in gratitude for her understanding and comfort. 

“I shall just need a few moments to get ready then,” you said and she grinned. 

“I can have someone bring you some food before we go,” she said. 

“Thank you, Helaena.” 

“Anything for my favorite sister,” she said happily as she walked to your door. 

You grinned and withheld your retort that you are her only sister. 

Shortly after you were walking with her through the castle gardens. 

“What were you dreaming of? It seemed to be an intense dream” she asked you innocently. 

You turned your face from hers to hide your embarrassment. 

“Aemond. I was dreaming of him,” you said. 

“Was it a good dream or a bad dream? I’ve never had a good dream about my husband,” she said absentmindedly as she played with a flower. 

“That’s because your husband is a prick,” you mumbled. 

“Hm?” 

“Nothing. It was a good dream,” you said quickly. 

“Do you miss him?” she asked curiously. 

“Yes, dearly. You miss him too, don’t you?” 

“Yes. He is always very kind to me. Like my mother. Not like Aegon,” she said with a sigh and you couldn’t resist the urge to pull her into a hug. 

She seemed confused but allowed you to do so, but only for a moment. 

You wanted to tell her that you would ask Aemond to kill him, if only to end her suffering, but you knew that kind of talk was treason considering her asshole of a husband was king. 

Surely everyone in the seven kingdom’s lives would be better if Aemond was king rather than Aegon, but no, you couldn’t and wouldn’t urge your husband to kill his own brother for political gain. Even though you knew a part of him coveted the throne. 

The game of thrones was one you had no desire to play, but the family you were married into certainly did. 

Helaena changed the subject to nonsensical comments that confused you but you chose not to reply. She made confusing statements rather often, you thought. 

This time it was something about bugs growing and being reborn. 

After your walk with Helaena, you were once again tired and hungry so you returned to your rooms, grateful that at least for now the schedule of a pregnant princess was not very busy. 

You wrote Aemond again, he had only written you back twice, but assured you in his letters that he appreciated your updates and words even if he couldn’t write you back as often as he would like. 

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Aemond was covered in blood, exhausted, and desperate to sleep but other duties were required of him, even after a lengthy battle. 

Good gods, what he wouldn’t give to tumble into bed with you right now. 

You, his sweet little wife, now round with his child. He could picture you, pretty as ever, sleeping in his bed. A longing and possessiveness took hold in his heart and he once again cursed his brother’s war for keeping him away from you. 

He yanked off his eyepatch, rubbed a hand down his face, and attempted to refocus his tired mind. 

His page droned on as he read letters to him and Aemond shoved food into his mouth without tasting it as he plotted for the next battle. 

“That one is hardly important,” he cut the man off and indicated for him to move on to the next letter. 

Though he was in charge of the royal army he never expected to receive this many letters to have to wade through on top of his other responsibilities. 

Though he clearly had a mind for battle strategy, he loathed the other burdens that came with his role. But as always, he would fulfill his duty to his family and bring honor to his house. 

“This one seems to be from your lady wife. Would you like me to read it?” the timid boy asked. 

“Mm.” 

He scanned the table in front of him and picked up a token that represented a legion of his men while he decided where to place it. 

“My love, I miss you desperately and am praying to all the gods for your safe and timely return,” the boy read aloud. 

Aemond smirked at that. Of course you would subtly urge him to end a war as quickly as possible purely because you miss him. 

“I hope things are going well for you and that you are safe. I think of you not only daily but nightly as well. Other women have told me my feelings are normal, that they went through phases of feeling particularly amorous towards their husbands when they were with child. Though, it is made particularly more difficult due to your absence.” 

Aemond became distracted by thoughts of plotting for the coming battle and only half listened to the boy read aloud. He couldn’t feel guilty about it, he knew he would read your letter over and over again each night until you sent a new one, just as he had the rest. 

“I touch-,” the boy stopped and when Aemond looked up his face was flushed red. 

“Why have you stopped?” Aemond demanded. 

The boy furrowed his brow and continued reading and Aemond looked back at the table before him. 

“I touch myself in our bed nightly to thoughts of you. I think of your hands on me, your tongue-“ 

“Shit, boy, give me that,” Aemond snapped as he crossed the tent in two long strides and snatched the paper from his page. 

“T-thank you,” the embarrassed and red faced boy said and with a roll of his eye Aemond dismissed him for the night. 

“Fucking hell,” Aemond mumbled as he rubbed his hand over his face once again before he sat and read your letter from the beginning. 

He read it over and over again that night with his hand on his cock and his thoughts full of you until he found his release and sleep finally pulled him under. 

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Your days were filled with visits with Helaena and her adorable children, lunches and brunches with the noble women of court, as well as assisting the queen mother with planning parties and dinners to placate the nobles, all of which you were expected to attend. 

You were starting to feel jealous of Helaena, due to her uniqueness Alicent relied more on you to assist her with such things even though Helaena was technically the queen consort. 

It was starting to become exhausting given your heavily pregnant state. 

You didn’t mind spending time with the nobles. You made many friends since you moved to court and married Aemond and you hoped that was due to your own kindness and pleasant nature rather than the intimidation of your husband. 

Many people were afraid of him. You understood why. His presence can be very intimidating with his large stature, sword fighting skills, and tendency to cause trouble. 

But good gods, he’s so handsome. With his sharp chin and jaw, beautiful lips, long white hair, and muscular build. Your heart panged with longing. 

He was always kind, gentle, and understanding with you and the others in his life that he cared for, like his mother and his sister. 

You felt he would make a good father to your child and hoped and prayed that he would make it home before the birth. 

Alicent called your name. 

“Hm?” you looked up at her and realized it must not have been the first time she called your name. 

“Are you feeling okay, darling?” she asked you with concern. 

“Yes. My mind just wandered off. I’m sorry,” you said bashfully. 

“Are you tired?” she asked with motherly affection and you nodded. 

“Perhaps you should go and get some rest before dinner. I can finish up here,” she said as she placed a hand to your cheek in care. 

“Thank you,” you gratefully said, then made your way from her chambers towards your own. You managed to have what you considered to be probably the best nap of your life before you were roused and readied for dinner with the Targaryens. 

These dinners were always tension filled and awkward, but made worse for you by Aemond’s absence. Without Aemond’s protective and possessive presence at your side Aegon had grown bold with the lude comments he made to you. 

Though Aemond may secretly covet the iron throne, Aegon not so secretly covets what is Aemond’s- you. 

Though the threat of Aemond’s wrath still looms over him and holds him back from taking action, his comments have become too bold for your liking. 

You also thought that being pregnant with his brother’s child would dissuade him, but unfortunately it seems that Aegon has perversions you don’t understand and never want to. 

“You look ravishing tonight, princess,” King Aegon said to you as he looked over your form. It made your skin crawl. 

Unfortunately you were seated between him and Alicent, so he was able to whisper to you without her hearing. 

Your lip curled in disgust. 

“No I don’t. I look like I’m nearly ready to birth your brother’s child,” you deadpanned before you turned to face the plate in front of you rather than look anymore at Aegon. 

“Hm. It is too bad I already have a wife. Otherwise I would offer to wed you should my beloved brother meet his untimely end in this war,” Aegon said as he leaned closer to you. 

You leaned away and resisted the urge to vomit. 

“I’d rather slit my own throat, your majesty,” you said sharply, exhaustion and discomfort caused you to grow bold. 

He laughed heartily and you wished you had it in you to vomit on his boots as you had done months before. Even though it had been an accident due to pregnancy giving you a weak stomach, he deserved it. 

“I do so enjoy our back and forth, sweet sister,” he said. 

“Ugh,” was your only response. 

Thankfully Alicent placed a hand on your arm and pulled you into a discussion about her excitement for your child. 

The dinner was nearing its end and your leg bounced impatiently as you counted down the minutes until you would be able to retire to your chambers. 

The door opened and you looked up as you assumed the servants would be bringing in dessert. 

“Aemond,” you gasped as the guard opened his mouth to announce your husband’s arrival. 

Aemond strode in and as his eye met yours he smirked. 

His hair was pulled back by multiple braids that were then bound together, his armor was filthy, but his face and hands looked as if they had been quickly scrubbed clean. He was beautiful and you’d never wanted him more. 

“Hello, little wife,” he purred and you smiled from ear to ear as you started to stand, desperate to go to him, to feel him and know that he was truly there. 

Aegon cleared his throat obnoxiously and placed a hand on your arm to stop you. 

You shot him a look but his eyes were focused on Aemond. 

“It is proper to first address your king,” Aegon said. 

“Aegon,” Alicent whispered in a reprimanding tone but her protest was ignored. 

Aemond glared at him until he removed his hand from your arm. 

Aemond bowed only slightly and drawled, ”Your majesty, I have won you the war.” 

The room burst into applause. 

Aegon smiled, “The crown thanks you. Tell me what it is you desire and if it is within my power it shall be yours.” 

“Perhaps I can answer that on the morrow, I am weary from my adventures and for now all I wish for is a good night’s rest and the company of my wife.”

His gaze once again landed on you and from his small smirk you knew his intentions for your shared time were far from innocent. 

You bit your lip to hide your eager smile. 

“Surely you also wish for a stomach full of King's Landing’s best food. Sit and eat with us, brother,” Aegon said with the smile of a snake. 

Aemond pursed his lips in annoyance but conceded with a small nod. 

The servants quickly rearranged the table so that Aemond could sit and dine next to you. 

With long strides he rounded the table and soon stood behind you. 

He pulled your chair back from the table and knelt before you. 

“Hello, my prince,” you whispered as tears pricked at your eyes. 

His smile, not a grin- not a smirk- no, his face bore a genuine, unrestrained, rarely seen smile as he looked upon you. 

He cupped your cheek in his hand. 

“Hello, my princess,” he whispered back. 

His other hand found it’s home on your rounded stomach and he chuckled. 

“How is it that you have become even more beautiful in my absence?” 

“Ugh, you two are disgusting. Sit and eat and spare me from suffering through anymore of this,” Aegon said behind you and you rolled your eyes. 

As Aemond rose from his knees, he pressed a swift but sweet kiss to your lips. 

He pushed your chair back into the table before he took his own seat next to you. 

Aemond ate enough for the both of you and you found it increasingly difficult to focus on the dessert before you as his hand roamed first your belly, then your thighs where they were hidden beneath the table. 

A heat you hadn’t felt in far too long ignited in your core and licked up your spine at the feeling of your handsome husband’s large hand as he gripped your thighs and spread them apart. 

You looked over at him and he smirked and took a large gulp of his wine. 

You were ready for Aemond to drag you back to his rooms and make good on the promises you could see in his eye, but unfortunately now appeared to be the time for everyone to make toasts in his honor. 

It was touching, it really was, to hear his family praise him for his efforts and success. He deserved every kind word and more, but as his hand cupped your core you found it increasingly difficult to focus. 

Your small gasp drew the attention of Alicent and his hand slipped away as she leaned across him to address you. 

“Are you alright, dear?” she asked in concern. 

“Yes, quite alright,” you glanced over and saw the humor on Aemond’s face and couldn’t decide if you wanted to kiss him or smack him. 

As she began to nod you continued, “Though I believe some rest would benefit us both.” You indicated your hand to Aemond and she nodded vigorously. 

“Aegon, it is time to dismiss these two. Let them rest,” she ordered. 

He sighed and waved you both away. 

Aemond stood and helped you out of your chair. He pressed a kiss to your hand before he entwined your fingers with his and began to lead you away. 

Aegon snatched at his arm and held tight as he leaned closer to Aemond in order to whisper to him. 

“You do not truly mean to bed her in this state, do you? It’s disgusting,” he sneered with his nose scrunched in disgust. 

You cringed at his hateful words and looked down at the floor. 

“She is my wife to do with as I wish. Speak of her that way again and I do not fucking care that you are king, I will feed you to Vaghar,” Aemond said, his words heated with anger as he yanked his arm from Aegon. 

Aegon laughed spitefully as Aemond led you away, his arm now tight around your waist. 

Your head rushed with insecurities and shame. You were so caught up in the excitement of his return that you hadn’t considered the possibility. You’d heard the gossip of some women that their men would not touch them when they were on the bloody week of their cycles and when they were with child. 

Surely, Aemond would not be that way. He always said that blood never bothered a warrior, but now you worried his eagerness to touch you was merely due to his time spent away. 

Would he soon find you disgusting, as Aegon said he should? 

You were once again near tears as Aemond led you into your shared rooms. He had been busy rattling off instructions to his knight, so he did not yet notice your distress. 

“The bath has been prepared in your rooms,” your lady’s maid said with a curtsy as she walked past the two of you. 

“Thank you, see to it that no one bothers us until midday tomorrow,” he said and she nodded before she threw you a wink and you gave her a watery smile in return before she exited the room. 

The door closed with a resounding boom and you were finally alone with your husband. 

He quickly shed his weapons, armor, and eye patch before he strode back to you. 

Aemond leaned down as he tilted your head up with a finger beneath your chin but stopped as he saw the expression on your face and the tears that threatened to fall. 

“What is the matter, my sweet little wife?” 

You shook your head slightly but he gripped your chin and forced you to look him in the eye. 

“Is this about Aegon’s vile words?” 

“Yes, I’m sorry-” 

He shook his head and interrupted you, his voice hot with anger, “Do not apologize. It is my piece of shit of a brother who should apologize.” 

“Pay his words no heed,” he said softly and pressed a kiss to your forehead. 

You nodded and did you best to dismiss all the worries swirling through your mind. After all, Aegon was nearly always full of shit and would choose to say whatever he deemed would hurt the most. 

You know that Aemond loves you and has always made his desire for you blatantly clear. 

“Come,” he ordered, your hand still in his, as he sat in his favorite chair by the hearth. 

“Aemond, I am much larger than when you last saw me,” you started to protest. 

He tugged slightly at your hand as he sighed. 

“Woman, I have been at war for months on end and have craved your company each day. Sit with me, my lady wife,” his tone was near desperate and the unspoken plea broke your resolve. 

You gingerly sat on his knees, nervous about your new larger size and weight but he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you fully into his lap. 

He nuzzled his face into your neck and took a deep breath. 

You melted into his embrace and warmth as his hand rubbed your swollen belly. 

“You are radiant carrying my child,” he murmured into your skin. 

You brushed your fingers over his. 

“I’ve missed you dearly,” you said and you turned in his arms and pressed a kiss to his soft lips. 

He groaned as he deepened the kiss and entwined his tongue with yours. 

He kissed you until you felt dizzy and drunk on his affection and you could feel his reaction to your presence beneath you. 

His hands roamed up and down your form as you did your best to yank his shirt off. 

He chuckled and took pity on you as he finally helped you to pull it off. 

You pressed your lips together as you surveyed his muscular torso as his chest heaved with desperate breaths. 

“Perhaps you need a bath,” you whispered as your fingers softly grazed the new pink scar across his side. Thankfully it did not look deep enough to cause you worry or concern, it had clearly been tended to well. You wondered if he had other new scars on his body. 

“What I need is you, my love,” he grumbled as he pulled you back into a passionate kiss. 

He nipped at your lip which caused a small whimper to escape you. 

His nimble fingers unlaced the back of your dress. 

“Stand,” he murmured as his lips grazed your jaw. 

You did as he bid and he stood with you and helped you out of your dress and underclothes. 

You stood bare and nervous before your husband but he smirked as if you were a meal he was about to devour. 

He led you to the bed and gently laid you down and helped you to settle comfortably. 

He kissed you sweetly before his lips began their journey from your neck down to the contours of your body. 

“Aemond,” you whined as he paid special attention to your breasts, now larger than when he last saw you. 

His hands gripped the flesh of your hips and ass as you moaned for him. 

“Fucking perfect,” he groaned into your skin. 

He kissed his way down your protruding stomach then the tops of your thighs as he settled himself between them. 

You giggled slightly as you could no longer see much of him due to the interference of your large belly. 

His head popped up and he shot you a questioning look. 

“I can’t see you,” you said in explanation. 

He smirked and kissed your stomach again. 

“Then I shall make certain you can hear me,” he said confidently. 

You bit your lip as you felt his nose nudge at the inside of your thighs. You heard him inhale deeply before he groaned in desire. Your toes curled and you became even wetter at the thought of him taking pleasure in the smell of you. 

You both moaned in tandem as his tongue first tasted you. 

“I have dreamed of this,” you gasped as he expertly swirled his tongue around your bundle of nerves. 

“As have I,” he said and his hand gripped your thighs tighter as he licked and sucked. 

You gasped out and struggled to lay still as the heat in your core tightened and threatened to snap. 

He groaned your name and it was clear he derived as much pleasure as you did from this action. 

“Aemond,” you gasped with a long drawn out moan as he continued his ministrations. 

“Come for me, little wife,” he finally ordered and your body obeyed immediately as you had thought of those words each night for the past months as you touched yourself. 

You moaned in ecstasy as he continued to guide you through it and only stopped when you attempted to wiggle away due to overstimulation. 

He sat up and the smirk on his face almost caused you to pass out. 

He wiped your juices from his chin with the back of his hand as he stared at you. 

You reached for him but he shook his head. 

He made quick work of his pants and was soon gloriously bare before you and his hardened length caused your mouth to water. 

“Let me touch you, dear husband,” you pleaded as you attempted to reach for him once again. 

He grabbed your wrist to stop you. 

“I need to be inside you, you can touch me later,” he said dismissively as he once again manhandled you into the position he desired you in and placed a pillow beneath your back to prop you up. 

You loved when he became demanding and impatient it filled you with a deep seeded pride that you were the cause of his desperate desire. 

He kneeled on the bed before you and you whimpered with the need to be full of him. 

He took himself in hand and you whined his name. 

He grinned wickedly as he guided himself inside your wet heat and sank in to the hilt. 

“Oh gods,” you moaned as you felt so deliciously full of him once again after so much waiting. 

He stayed buried in you as he caressed every part of you within his reach. 

He leaned down and pressed a kiss to your stomach before he finally pulled out then back in, his pace slow and gentle. 

He groaned your name and you wrapped your legs around his waist to pull him closer, to feel him deeper. 

“I am going to fill you, just as I did before I left, my pretty little wife. Again and again this night until you are too full of me,” he said, voice low and harsh. 

You moaned as he sped his pace and managed to hit the spot inside you that made you forget any words other than his name. 

“There is no better sight than you heavy with my child and whimpering in pleasure beneath me,” he moaned and intertwined his fingers with yours. 

You whined his name as you felt the heat within you coil and snap. 

His release followed your own after several more thrusts and he groaned your name as he came, head thrown back and his eye closed in ecstasy. You were certain he was the prettiest man in all of the seven kingdoms at that moment. 

Sweat glistened on his neck and chiseled chest as he took deep breaths and you wanted to lick it off. 

You were going to be insatiable tonight, you could already tell. 

He pulled out of you before he laid beside you. 

With a finger beneath your chin, he led your lips to his and kissed you deeply, sweetly. 

“I missed you,” you said after he pulled back and smiled at you. 

You smiled back and you realized you were perfectly incandescently happy in this moment. 

“And I missed you,” he said as his hand began to rub your stomach once again. 

You reached out and toyed with the ends of his hair where it was bound in braids. 

“Who did this to your hair?” you asked, suddenly and irrationally jealous. Aemond never let anyone but you touch his hair. 

“I did,” he said and you raised your eyebrows at him in disbelief. 

“I may not be an expert at it, but I can manage a few braids during war to keep the pesky hair out of my way. It was either that or chop it off and I was certain I would come home to a very unhappy wife if I did that,” he teased and pressed a kiss to your cheek. 

You giggled, “That’s true. I love your hair.” 

“I know,” he preened. He pulled you closer to him. 

“Perhaps you should let me wash it,” you offered. 

“Only if you join me in the bath,” he said heatedly as he kissed you and licked into your mouth as you gasped. 

It seemed you weren’t going to be the only insatiable one this evening. 

Which is how you found yourself on his lap in the bath, once again stuffed full of him as you gasped his name and you both found your release in each other’s arms. 

Eventually his hair and both your bodies were washed. 

Sometime the next morning, after multiple other tangles in the sheets with your prince, there was a knock at the door that woke you both. 

“Go away,” he called out and pulled you closer to him. He buried his face in your neck and began to pepper you with kisses. 

“My prince, it is midday and the king is requesting your presence,” the kingsguard called back. 

“The king can go fuck himself,” Aemond muttered before he pulled you to face him. 

You kissed him on the lips but pulled back as he attempted to deepen the kiss. 

He narrowed his eye at you but relented when you smiled and kissed his cheek. 

“My prince?” the kingsguard knocked once again. 

Aemond groaned in annoyance as he pulled himself away from you and got out of the bed. 

“Give me a moment,” he snapped back. 

You watched him yank on his clothes. He returned to you and kissed you long enough to fill you with need for him before he pulled back and whispered against your lips, “We shall finish this later, my perfect wife.” 

You leaned in to lengthen the time your lips were pressed against his and he chuckled as he pulled back. 

“See you tonight, my love,” you said sweetly and he grinned at you as he pulled half his hair back in his signature hairstyle and placed his eyepatch back in its proper place. 

You watched him leave, he slipped through the door quickly without allowing any eyes of the guards outside to fall on you, protective as he is of you. 

You let your head fall back into the pillow and sighed in happiness. 

Your happiness only grew several weeks later when you gave birth to a beautiful little girl with Aemond’s gorgeous white Targaryen hair. 

“She’s perfect, just like her mother,” Aemond said as he held her gently and stared lovingly at her precious face. 

“You’re not disappointed that she is not a boy?” you asked nervously. 

“Absolutely not,” he said and he looked appalled that you would suggest such a thing. 

He strode over to you and leaned down to press a kiss to your lips. 

“You have made me happier than I ever imagined possible, little wife, thank you,” he said sincerely and you pulled him into another lingering kiss. 

“I love you,” you breathed out as you watched your handsome husband cradle your child in his arms. 

“And I love you,” he said and his soft smile at you and his daughter was your favorite sight in all of the seven kingdoms. 

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[thenightfolknetwork]

okay, I'm a nurse and we see strange things okay?

well, night shift and this woman arrives in labor with her husband, goes to the delivery room and three hours later we have this beautiful baby boy. screaming at the top of his lungs, flushed and healthy, weighing 3 kilos. The mother was a little groggy so we left him in the nursery for a moment, and when I handed the little thing to her, she freaked out saying that wasn't her baby!

After a long inspection we found that he was indeed made of twigs. She said she wanted hers back, but our hospital doesn't take responsibility for changelings and honestly, being a changeling myself (not the stick type, I'm the sick fairy baby type, my parents thought I was autistic for years before realizing I just had regular fair folk behavior) I found her attitude extremely frustrating.

Damn! she came to have a baby and she's leaving with a baby! Some could say it's even the same baby, I didn't see any difference. and it's not like they've known each other that long, hmm? the woman said she will not take the boy home. her husband got into a fight with the security guard. what do I do? Will they sue me???

Fortunately, reader, I don't think you're at any risk of legal action. At least, not you, directly. The parents might choose to take legal action against the hospital at which you work, but even then, their case is fairly thin.

There is some difficulty in explaining the details of the legal situation here. This is mainly because it relates to certain treaties and allegiances held between the British government and various other nations, commonwealths and domains, about which it can be very difficult to speak clearly.

And I mean that quite literally. Even as I write this, I can feel a sense of resistance from the very keys of my computer.

Not to trade in stereotypes, but members of those communities which practice infant substitution have historically tended to take up careers in law and politics, and often with great success. As such, they enjoy some of the most robust legal protections of any liminal group in the United Kingdom.

Infant substitution is an important cultural practice for these groups, and is fiercely protected. In short, I don't think you have much to worry about on the legal front.

Emotionally, I understand how seeing these parents reactions to their new child could be upsetting, especially given your own personal background. Unfortunately, many sapios still cling onto very outdated ideas around parenthood and family, and struggle to see a changeling child as their own.

I'm afraid there's not much you can do for this particular family. Instead, you might concentrate your efforts on broader liminal outreach work – volunteering at a cross-community event, for example, or donating to your favourite creature charity.

There is a chance these parents will come around, and accept the child as their own. If not, I am rather inclined to think he is better off without them. With any luck, he will find his way to a family who can accept him for the precious gift he is.

[For more creaturely advice, check out Monstrous Agonies on your podcast platform of choice, or visit monstrousproductions.org for more info]

[thegoober010]

OK OK YIPPEE

TRIGGER WARNING!!!

sooooo could you write like father figure Sans with reader who has an eating disorder?

Like he begins noticing that theyre eating less and less and theyre losing a bunch of weight and he confronts them about it?

IF NOT THATS FINE, ITS A VERY TRIGGERING TOPIC!!!

Make sure to get food and drink water!!! Take breaks!!!! TAKE CARE OF URSELF!!!!! <333

-🐾

Oh!! QUITE A REQUEST BUT OFC I CAN!! I understand that fictional characters can be parental figures to some and requests like this can be helpful/comforting to some in different circumstances so I am willing to write this dearie dw!! plus father figure sans is so real. also right now im suffering a bit from burn-out due to my school cause right now I'm in a club that requires a lot of my time so im kinda suffering from a bit of burn out ig- so Im not gonna write a full nose-shot but I will write kinda like a headcanon type one-shot!

gender neutral reader as usual :)!!

TW/CW -> eating disorder (anorexia), self-esteem issues, body dysmorphia

remember if you're dealing with any eating disorder please try to talk to someone you're close with, a friend, family member, or trusted adult about this and I recommend trying to find professional help or trying to talk to someone about this, it is incredibly important to find support during such times <3

"I care for you more than you think"

Sans was always a father-figure for you, ever since you fell to the underground and left Toriel's home he allowed you to stay with him and his brother, he took care of you in his own way by taking you to places, meeting other monsters and allowing you your freedom but also protecting you and making sure you were safe by being near you often since you were just a kid to him.

Sans took quick notice of you using oversized clothing more than usual, and mostly long-sleeve shirts or hoodies (which he assumed you did to try and hide your body whether that be because you thought you were fat or something of that sort, it concerned him greatly) he would often touch your arm and pretend as if he were just patting near your arm/back/shoulder and would notice you were losing weight faster than he would expect someone to normally do.

After he took notice of such things he would often try taking you to a few more places like Grilby's or Muffet's, of course he never forced you to eat but he would always suggest it. Sometimes he would make hot dogs/cat dogs or make some waffles for you, if you refused he would just give a quick nod and let you be but he would leave the food near you or tell you that you should eat it later if you're really not that hungry right now.

At one point though it became a huge cause for concern as he noticed you started to distance yourself more from him and your friends, he decided enough was enough and fully confront you about it.

You broke down crying as he started to speak to you in a concerned tone of voice and started to confront you about your behavior. He didn't want you to feel bad but he was extremely worried and did not want you slowly killing yourself because of how you perceived your body.

He's a very good listener, maybe not the best at giving physical comfort but he's good at listening and giving advice. Ever since that day he would not force you to eat full on meals, no, he understood that people recover differently, and that it takes time. He made sure to take it slow and one step at a time. He would make small snacks at first, perhaps with some fruit or lower calorie foods so that you wouldn't feel too guilty about eating them and slowly making their way up to more higher calorie foods to fix your relationship with food and what you considered 'bad' and 'good' food.

He always reminds you about how you're much more than just your body but that you should also take care of it, and by taking care of your body you are not restricting yourself so much that it's slowly killing you.

He helps you out with eating, if you feel like you're going to get sick while eating he doesn't force you to continue, he always tells you how proud he is of you for eating just a little bit and that maybe next time you two can try something a bit more filling for not just the body but soul!

He's a great help in recovery, not only in helping you eat but also in your emotional support and physical support, whenever you feel too weak he takes care of you, whenever you feel down he listens. He may not know much on how to help but he makes sure to get different opinions from everyone and different ideas to help you out.

idk if this was good or not as I said before im suffering from burn out but ima try my best to continue writing a lot!!

[jazzyblusnowflake]

Why not move? I’d never stay in a country that treats its women this way. And you working for the government indirectly supports that. Good luck.

Okay so

i've been mulling over this ever since it came to my inbox and i've been trying to find a way to answer this and NOT be impolite or improper because i am aware that not everyone knows the complications of straight up moving to a different country, as it is not as simple as just moving to a different STATE, like the US, [and to be fair i've heard that even THAT could be stressful] and as someone who has LIVED in 3 countries and has visited another 5+ countries, let me tell you that your question is extremely ignorant and insensitive and straight up hurtful to all the people who both DONT want to leave their communities here and also the people who DO want to leave but are too poor to do so.... because our country, due to the prohibition by good ol' murica has now the lowest money currency value on the PLANET, and we have been suffering in silence for DECADES- with NO way to transfer money into our country- [donation campaigns are usually a scam, pay attention to those please] so in short? we are poor as absolute FUCK-!

and the process of moving somewhere else is already hard enough for people who DONT have as much financial issues, let alone US.

what exactly would anyone propose we do? when we dont have the money to request for any sort of visa, nor to get a house in a different country, nor food, nor for studying, living, getting medical or MENTAL health help- etc etc etc???

and reports of smuggling people out of the country usually come back as human trafficking or the gov blew them up or killed them somehow? idk this has actually happened with a PLANE once-

the only way to leave this country is being filthy rich, fucking LUCKY, or just a very very VERY smart student which again more often than not requires both money AND luck to get accepted in any university... so again.... no money!!!

like im sorry for snapping but here i am being told "why don't you leave" as if i haven't tried to find a way all my life, as if its some sort of sick joke- i cant, i fucking CANT!- i have family members i care about and wouldn't want to leave- other countries treat us like garbage thanks to online media portraying us as monsters- i cant spend another 10 years to study shit all over again just to send a letter to foreign universities with barely enough luck because im NOT that smart at all!! and it reminds me of when i look at my dad and say i wish we lived somewhere else and he looks at me like "then leave" in the cruelest way imaginable because he KNOWS we cant fucking leave due to him being a diplomat-

every country has its own culture and history and communities that they value and want to protect and stand by, so people cant just LEAVE, and even if they do, more often than not, other places would never accept them or appreciate them the same way their own country would. Like did yall tell black people to leave america after the BLM movement when George Floyd got killed? this is our home and we need to stop saying "then leave" and start saying "we need to start fixing this shit"

we are so fucking tired. please stop saying "then leave" if you just "don't want to help"...

as for me working for the gov, my dad is already a diplomat and keeps me away from doing anything against the regime, and also i'm considered one of the LUCKY ones in my country, who has a job that ensures a constant pay since the first semester of UNIVERSITY. im one of the few that could actually have a meal at night without worrying about what i'm going to eat tomorrow, and at the same time i teach kids from the inside to not take shit from the gov. i consider myself VERY lucky.

we aren't playing a videogame to take shallow black and white SIDES- even the protesters have destroyed privet properties and peoples cars and etc etc, and some people straight up want the monarchy system back as if that very system wasn't the entire reason that half of our countries riches and history isn't in the BRITISH museum today instead of their homeland!! this shit started over the freedom to WEAR what we want not to HURT everyone in blind rage!!!

Please never say "just leave" to anyone else ever again, especially to someone who doesn't even know if they'll live another day stepping out of the door, let alone drive all the way to an airport or the country boarders or something.... if they even HAVE the money to go that far.

So thankyou for reading and being concerned in your own way but id rather stay here and die in a country that doesn't accept me as a WOMAN than to live a futureless life in a country that wouldn't even accept me as a PERSON.

[write-and-buried]

Hi dear, is everything alright? It's been a while since you posted, I am starting to worry

Hi!

I've gotten a few messages like this and I'm so sorry to worry everyone!

I am ok - im just experiencing the kind of life authors write in the notes at the start of an overdue fanfiction update. There's been a death in my family, and a very close family member is extremely sick right now. I'm doing ok - just very tired <3

Thank you for checking in

[dxmedstudent]

Hey dx. Seeking comfort. I'm a final year medical student and a few days ago my dad needed to be hospitalised for what was a bleed on the brain (I believe a subdural). I was very panicked and emotional speaking to the neurosurgeon and never told him I was a final year but felt reassured speaking to him. He explained the bleeding was on the brain and not in, and they'll drain the excess fluid because his ICP is rising. Those were words that provided reassurance but I spoke to my cousin who's a doctor and have just realised I didn't ask anything relevant or important... I feel so stupid and embarrassed that I'm in my final year and I couldn't even ask what sort of bleed it was or anything relevant... I don't even know what's going on and I'm embarrassed to even speak to my cousin. I don't even want to seek comfort because everyone will just think I'm stupid. It's such a stupid thing to be upset about but I can't help but feel guilty and embarrassed about all of this, that my dad is hospitalised and I can't even tell people what's going on. How am I supposed to be a doctor when I can't even help my own father. I just feel so exhausted and drained and I am starting a new placement today which my dad really wanted me to go to so I'm not even near him. I feel so guilty I just wish I was smarter and a better daughter. I know he doesn't care but my cousin asking me so many questions and I can't answer anything and I know she's probably so confused as to how I'm in my final year.

I'm sorry to be answering these out of order. I actually had an answer penned for this, and I'm sorry it disappeared - I honestly thought it had been posted! I'm sorry my reply is late, and couldn't help you when you felt down. But I'm glad your dad is doing much better now. Nevertheless, it's HARD to be us when someone close to us is sick. It's hard to be two things at once - both a loved one and a doctor. I really wouldn't beat yourself up about not being able to remember all the things you wanted to ask, that's an extremely normal reaction when you're put in a stressful situation in which a scary diagnosis and lots of information is given. It happens to most patients and family members, even fi they are medical staff. We're trained to understand medicine, and to react quickly and decisively in life and death situations, but it's still completely different when it's our loved ones - and that's why we're not allowed to go operating on our mum, or treating our husband's cancer or treat ourselves. I have to admit, there are times when I feel like a bad daughter, too. Like maybe I should keep a closer eye on my dad's HBA1c, or make sure my mum gets her moles checked. Maybe I check in with my relatives and their health problems more. When you care about people, you also run the risk of feeling like you have to take on worrying about them all, too. Ultimately, I've come to accept that whilst I can touch base, I can't micromanage everyone's health. That'd be a full time job in itself. But I think I know the feeling, and I know it's hard to deal with. I'm so sorry that you went through such a stressful situation, and that on top of that you felt guilty and bad for your response. It's up to the medical team to tell you the relevant information, but also to give you time for it to sink in if needed. And it's OK fi you couldn't think of questions or absorb it all at the time. I think you're a wonderful daughter, and I'd be proud of you. You went through a very stressful time doing the best that you could, and I'm sure he's really proud of you. We're usually our worst critics. But I think you've done admirably. I'm really glad that you shared your story with me, and that your family is doing better.

[selenacosmic]

alr i reques an ikesen match^^

i have bleache blonde hair and dark brown eyes

my body is on the thicc side

im sick all teh time. i have bronchial asthma, heart murmurs, and i use steroid inhalers/breathing machines

rarely am i allowed to go outside, air quality has to be perfect

i like dresses and skirts, in elegant style.

my hair is naturally curly and dark brown. right now its blonde and wavy

im studying to be a lawyer, then a judge

i like reading,writing,coloring,cats, and shopping

i hate cleaning, and socializing

Alright! I think I know who would do well as a match for you, I hope you do like the match!

Your match is…. Yoshimoto Imagawa!

Now, he is a man of culture and art, he lives for fine art. Yoshimoto will share the same interests towards dresses, coloring and writing. He will often ask to accompany you when you want to go shopping, Yoshimoto will have a great eye for beautiful clothes that will suit you well.

Another thing will be towards art, Yoshimoto will want to see how you have decided to color certain drawings and will ask to join you on it.

When it comes to your health, Yoshimoto will be extremely worried. He is usually calm and composed, but will rush towards your side whenever you seem to be needing help. He already has a family member that suffered because of a lethal illness (aka shingen), so naturally he will hate to see another person that he loves suffering. Hence why he will always carry you whenever you need it. He might not look like it, but he is surprisingly very strong.

He is the type of lover who would love brushing your hair, he will even comment on how “your hair looks like a sunset” when the blond part begins to fade and the dark brown appears.

Another possible match: Shingen takeda.

[j-graysonlibrary]

Fort Heaven Chapter 19

Title: Fort Heaven

Author: Jay Grayson

Word Count: 69K

Genres: Suspense, investigative, drama, LGBT+

Available on: Kobo and my website

Synopsis: Some call it a hoax. Others claim it’s a cult. But, to Evon and his friend Yasmine, two online journalists, Fort Heaven is the subject of their latest story. Along for the assignment is cameraman and not-so-secret crush of Evon’s: Russet. With a drunken, murky night in their recent history, things are especially tense between them but, of course, personal matters take a backseat when the interviews start. The trio speaks to ex-members of Fort Heaven and, while some of the accounts are shocking, the job remains just that: A job. That is until one of the women they interviewed, along with her daughter, goes missing. It soon becomes clear that not only is Fort Heaven a real threat but Evon and his friends are being watched. And what started as a simple cash-grab article is now a matter of life and death.

Full Chapter 19 under the cut

Chapter 19

“So you’re the young lady my son has been talking so much about,” Simon spoke as he shook hands with Willow. It was a bizarre experience although most of her days had been filled with similar, unreal moments since she met Seth.

“I certainly hope so,” she answered him with a laugh. The man, up close, was almost too perfect in every aspect. He was groomed flawlessly, his clothes were completely straight and ironed—even his teeth were almost too straight. To Willow, he seemed like a doll that had come to life—a human who still managed to breach the uncanny valley.

Seth stood close by his father but watched Willow. He, unlike his father, had visible flaws but it didn’t make him any less uncomfortable to deal with. In fact, they were both difficult—just in different ways.

“It’s a pleasure to finally meet you,” Simon said and pulled his hand away.

“The pleasure is all mine, my lord.” She bowed her head.

“Please, please—none of that is necessary,” the man responded with a chuckle. His smile was large but his eyes weren’t happy at all.

“Oh…sorry.”

He shook his head. “No need to apologize either. If my son cares for you than you are like family to me. Family is equal.”

Willow briefly glanced to Seth who was visibly offended by the comment but just didn’t say anything. She looked back to his father and nodded—just barely.

“I really do appreciate you coming over here to see me…” she started and trailed off some, trying to think of the right words, “but is it really fair to just appoint me to apostle? I don’t think I’m qualified at all, I mean…I just started…”

Simon laughed again before answering her, “The apostles we have now are simply friends or extremely dedicated followers. You being among the ranks would be no different, my dear.”

“I…um…” Willow bit down on her lip. She knew she couldn’t deny the position but there were concerns she had about moving up so fast and the true motives behind the sudden offer. It just didn’t sit right. “I am worried about my colleagues…they already hate me for going through the courses so quickly…”

“The kid I saw you arguing with in the hall?” Seth asked, bringing up the event for the millionth time.

Willow nodded. “Him and some others.”

Simon chuckled and then abruptly stopped. “My apologies…Would it perhaps make you feel better if I can  guarantee that you will no longer have problems with those people?”

She took a small step away from him. “As in a transfer?”

“Mmm no. Not quite.”

Seth walked closer, partly wedging himself between Willow and his father. “Are you talking about a penance ceremony?”

“A what ceremony?” she asked before she could control herself.

“Penance,” Simon clarified. “It’s a simple procedure that fixes small, behavioral issues in members.”

Willow nodded as if she truly believed him. She didn’t—she had a sick feeling in her stomach. It wasn’t just the name either (though that didn’t help) but the look of excitement on both Simon and Seth’s faces. There was a very unsettling aura around their smiles.

And of course, much to her distaste, she was asked to join them for the ceremony later in the night. It wasn’t something she could refuse even though they made it sound as if she had a choice. She never had a choice with them—Nichole’s life possibly depended on whether she completely obeyed these people or not and she wasn’t going to mess it up.

Willow made it back to her room without a disturbance though Angelica was giving her a rather odd look when she walked in. After kicking off her shoes, Willow asked her, “What is it?”

The woman vaguely shrugged. “Off with Seth again?”

“Yeah,” she responded with a frown, “it’s not like I can stand him up if he asks me to meet with him.”

Angelica laughed a little, surprising her. “Do you not actually like him?”

Willow shook her head and quickly explained herself, “That’s not it! He’s a great guy and the man second closest to God but I was just worried you thought I was around him for selfish reasons…”

“Well I do think that,” she responded with a smirk but her tone wasn’t at all insulting. Still, it was confusing. After a second, Angelica went on, “We all do things for selfish reasons. In your case you may feel like you have no choice if the mighty child of god, Seth, asks you out but you couldn’t fool me if you said you weren’t excited about the potential of moving up.”

With a sigh, Willow said, “I understand I suppose.” She walked to her small dresser and started to look through it for a clean uniform since she had been wearing her current one for about an hour or two too long. “They want me to come to a penance ceremony later—any idea what that it?”

Angelica froze in place for a second before reluctantly answering. “No. Never heard of it.”

It was completely unconvincing but Willow didn’t push it.

“Who knows, maybe it’s a new thing,” she said instead and watched the older woman from the corner of her eye.

“Maybe.”

Willow sighed silently and closed her eyes. It was going to be bad but she was prepared for it. As long as the ceremony didn’t turn around and focus on her then she could keep going with her mission. Someone else would probably get severely hurt but not her. That kind of thinking would normally disgust her but with Nichole in mind, she was willing to do anything—even if that meant doing nothing.

If blood ended up on her hands, she would bear it. She had to believe in that anyway—if she didn’t she feared she’d break.

***

Lights were dimmed and a few bodies could be seen throughout the circular room—all wearing the cloaks of higher members of the church with the hoods over their faces. Seth led Willow in by the hand with a smile on his face the entire time which vastly contrasted the scene she was looking at.

Simon stood toward the back of the room on a raised area in a far more ceremonial looking robe than the others. A robe that Willow was sure was custom—just for him.

When he saw that Seth and Willow had walked in, he smiled and motioned them over with a finger. “Come. Stand by me.”

Once they were at his side, he cleared his throat and every hooded person in the room simultaneously backed up and to the edges of the room. A door, opposite from the one Willow had entered through, opened and another hooded figure walked in with what appeared to be a prisoner. The person they dragged in was in plain, unflattering clothing and had a bag over their head.

Willow took a deep, silent breath. She knew who it was.

“My Lord—Simon the Usurper of Evil—I present to you the sinner you requested to meet with,” The man in the robe spoke as he released the supposed sinner. “For your eyes see all evil and misdeeds, may we simply deliver the punishment and bear witness.”

Simon slowly nodded once before the bag was pulled from the sinner’s head.

It was just as Willow had anticipated. The teenage boy—Collin—was underneath. His face twisted in confusion and then fear. He wildly looked around and then stopped when he saw Willow. She averted her gaze.

“Collin Sanntoron, is this the name you go by, son?” Simon addressed him.

It took Collin a second to look away from Willow and to look at Simon. “Y-yes…My Lord, what’s going on…? What did I do?”

Simon smiled and softly scoffed. “The asking of that question denotes that you’re either stupid or willfully ignorant—both qualities I am not fond of.”

The fear grew. Collin’s body shook. It was impossible for Willow to watch.

“Do you have nothing to say?” Simon asked and when a period of time passed in silence, he no longer gave Collin room to defend himself. “Then I shall remind you of your crimes. They are crimes of the heart—weakness in the soul. Feelings of jealousy and envy…the desire to push others down to raise yourself higher…those are parasites in the heart and in the mind. They must be purged from you and the only cure to self indulgent feelings…is humility.”

Seth nudged Willow gently, forcing her to look over. She realized that Simon was staring at her—expectantly. Her heart started to beat wildly in her chest.

“Y-yes…?”

Simon smiled, again the same strange and unnatural smile that she had seen earlier. “Willow, my dear, the punishment for his crimes must involve the target of his misdirected emotions.”

She must have made some kind of indication of her true feelings apparent because the man chuckled.

“You don’t have to carry out the punishment, don’t worry.”

Willow sighed in relief but still reluctantly nodded. She was no longer sure about what was to happen but at least she wouldn’t be doing whatever was considered punishment.

She was led to stand in front of Simon, below his pedestal, and in front of Collin. The poor boy looked up at her, begging for help with his eyes. She wanted to let him know that there was nothing she could do—that she wasn’t at all in charge of the situation—but she just kept her focus elsewhere.

One of the hooded people from the far side of the room walked forward and the man that had brought Collin in the room forcefully pulled the shirt off of his body. When he struggled, he was shoved down onto the ground.

“Sit on your knees,” the secondary robed man said as he pulled a long riding crop from his sleeve. “Face your victim and state an apology worthy of Simon the Usurper of Evil.”

Collin shook as he did as he was asked and anchored himself with his hands on his knees. He knew what was coming just as Willow did.

His eyes were already watery and his lip quivered before he started to speak. “Willow, I’m sorry for the things I said to you. I was wrong and I wish I could take it back….p-please forgive me.”

She winced with the first crack. He yelped and fell forward despite trying to prepare himself. As he rose back into position, she saw that tears had fallen and that his lips were moist and his nose red.

“Again,” Simon said flatly.

Collin quivered even more than before. “Please…please forgive me, Willow. I didn’t mean it I-I was just s…saying those things because I’m mad at myself f-for not progressing as fast as you…I was just jealou—AH.” He didn’t get to finish because the crop was sliced across his back again.

Willow moved her foot back but immediately hit the pedestal Simon was standing on top of. She thought of how badly she wanted to flee the scene but then she thought of Nichole. The image of her calmed her and made the scene in front of her bearable.

“PLEASE!” Collin yelled. “PLEASE I’M Sorr-r-ry…I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so so so sorry.”

The man whipped across his back again and this time Collin’s yell ended in a gurgle. Willow looked down to see that he’d thrown up straight bile and some of it still dripped from his lips.

“Sorry…” At this point he stopped looking at her and just began crying.

“One more,” Simon said calmly and, immediately after, Collin was awarded another whip. “I now believe that your apology is sincere.”

Willow watched the young man shake and cry while the blood from his back began to drip down his sides and down to his legs, making small puddles on the ground. The smell was distinct.

“Take him away.”

The two hooded men closest to Collin each grabbed an arm and pulled him toward the door he had come in through. Once it was shut, the rest of the hooded audience turned and faced the wall. The sight alone gave Willow goosebumps but she couldn’t let that show. She knew she was allowed to appear shaken—she would seem emotionless otherwise. But to be disturbed by the rituals of the church was off limits.

She turned to Simon and Seth. “So, that’s the penance ceremony…?”

“Yes,” Seth answered with a smile.

“Does this sort of thing happen often?”

“Not that often,” he answered her but it wasn’t very convincing. “Only when we feel it is necessary. The enforcers usually perform it without us unless it’s a larger issue.”

She glanced between them. “So then why attend this one? I’d imagine having jealousy in your heart is a pretty small offense compared to some of the things you’ve seen before.”

Simon appeared almost proud of what he’d just done with the sort of smile he gave her. “This one is special. It may have been a small offense but the crime was committed against my daughter-in-law.”

Willow took a step backward and couldn’t hide her surprise and mild horror.

Simon laughed while Seth looked like an embarrassed teenager. “I’m sorry about him,” he said with a slight groan. “He has to steal the dramatic moments.”

“…What is he talking about…?” Willow asked, still not sure who she should settle her gaze on.

“Isn’t it obvious?” Seth asked. “I want to take you as my wife.”

This wasn’t the plan—this wasn’t supposed to happen—she just wanted her friend back.

“Uh…oh…I don’t know what to say…”

“Yes, of course?” Simon butted in with a cheeky grin but it wasn’t nearly as innocent as it seemed. Willow didn’t know for certain but her instincts told her that if she said no—or really anything other than yes—something would happen to her.

So, she swallowed her pride.

“Yes. Of course.”

[tropicalrpg]

14 00:20 on a sunday time for some self diagnosis

there should be a word, maybe, for someone like me. there might be. i don't know.

here's the thing. my sister's a doctor who's against medicine. well, she's not a doctor yet, but very soon, and soon to the point of she barely has theoretical classes anymore. and she's against medicine in the sense that she is against the way doctors operate; she is against overdiagnosis, overmedicalization, overexamination. she believes most doctors aren't good doctors or exercising their profession properly. most people who have been to a few different doctoes know that to be true, i think.

living with her every day of my life makes it so i have to agree. most people, my parents included, put some blind faith in doctors. and of course they do! to some extent, they should! (maybe not blind, but faith.) doctors do know more about your ailment than you do—they did go to school and were supposed to learn about it, while you have every other thing in your life going on, usually (particularly for nonchronic issues. i don't know the word for that, especially not in english). there is all the likeliness in the world that your doctor will be better at treating you or helping you than you would be by yourself. that doesn't mean they're doing things the best way possible, though. that could be for two reasons, of course—because they can't, for reasons of time or resources, or because they can't, for reasons of sheer inability or sloth.

one way or another, living with a doctor or soon-to-be doctor who wants to be the best doctor she can be, who is going to one of the best schools and practising at some of the best hospitals, etc etc, living with her just makes me see medicine differently. and i'm not 100% on her side; she tends to diminish things, maybe because of the way she is, maybe because she sees cases so extreme, our day-to-day issues seem irrisory. when i caught covid, she was sure it was going to be just the flu, and that i shouldn't have worried or distanced myself (before the results came back); she doesn't worry too much about my friends' smoking or the fact that i'm a passive smoker, because it doesn't add up to the amount of smoking that does irreparable damage to you; my dad was worryingly ill a few weeks ago and because of her lack of worry he didn't go to the hospital, despite my mom and i begging him to. i am not on her side, nor do i think the way she sees medicine is the best way for our family or a family practitioner in general. i don't think she'll be the great doctor she thinks she'll be, but of course i can't fight her on this. i have to put my blind faith in her morals.

my point being, because she's a strict doctor, she often checks medically reliable diagnostic criteria (only one of those words is in the bible, probably) and dispells any worries of ours. i had some coughing that lasted me a while a little after my dad got sick, and there have been "watch out for tuberculosis" ads on the bus (have you been coughing for over two weeks? could be TB! type things), so i thought maybe that's what i had and he had and it would be a big problem, but with a few touched and a few swipes, there we go. she checks her phone and nope—have i have any fever? i have not. then i don't have tuberculosis.

and one thing that i thought a lot about maybe "having" was autism. not just now; this has been true for a while. i never really brought it up to people, and didn't even think about it a lot, until she came up to me with an example of someone that was, and i quote, just like me; an example of an autistic patient of hers that, in the same way i've done since childhood, had her bedroom tidied up and reorganized by family members and broke down crying. i didn't use to just cry, but also hissy fits, the urge to break things, etc. that was the first time, i think the only semi-serious time, my sister pointed out a possible autism of mine. lmao.

one more piece of context: my sister learns a lot of symptoms and diagnostic criteria and stuff like that, so she sends me some, jokingly, relatively often. i don't know how much she meant that one. it just finished planting the seeds in my mind, and since then, which i don't even know when it was, i haven't stopped thinking about autism. my autism. autistic recognition and community empowerment has only grown since, too, and that, well, means i see more things about autism. which i think is both bad and good for me, and bad and good for the world.

i am not wholly against self diagnosis. i think it can be really helpful in many ways. i think and know not everyone has access to professional healthcare, and even then that less people have access to quality care, and even less have a support system or an understanding reality that will welcome whatever diagnosis they receive. self diagnosis is also important, especially with something like neurodivergency, since it can be an important first step in seeking a professional view if you can get one.

but i do think there has been a surge of self diagnoses that maybe aren't wholly supported. and i say this especially because i think that, if it were not for my sister, i think i would be one of those. I wouldn't know actual diagnostic criteria, and would just use the fact that i recognise so many autistic behaviours and patterns in myself. i do think my sister's presence is actually not that great in this aspect of my life (like i said, she downplays symptoms and medical worries and if i had listened to her i could have passed covid to my elderly parents), but this here essay (lmao) is not a therapy session, even if it may seem like it, even if i might really need to bring this up in therapy and i haven't, i haven't, because i also worry i have a tendency to overselfdiagnose so i can be special. anyway. um.

(a brief parentheses on that: i am a really, really, really privileged person. my life is stripped of pretty much any hardships. but as a kid I didn't want to feel left out, i didn't want to be the normal suburban kid in a group of emos, so i think i induced myself or scrambled for the possibility of saying hey, i, too, have that. i don't know. i often feel guilty for how i act, joking like i have it hard, when i really, really don't. i don't know.)

i think some people have been basing self diagnoses on identifying "symptoms" or relating to behaviours without, i don't know, putting more emphasis on being medically accurate. i don't think this is the case for all self diagnoses, or even most, but i think it happens. tiktoks about "adhd things" often have hundreds of thousands, if not millions, of views and likes. and that's fine! some behaviours everyone has, or, better put, most people have at least some behaviours that would be in a list of "adhd" or "autism" or whatever "things". because neurodivergency and neurotypicality aren't two binary extremes, and we know binaries to be necessarily false. life's on a spectrum, etc.

the problem arises, for me, on the summation of several, and i mean several, behaviours. and all the time. not every behaviour, of course, but really often i find myself relating to something, or remembering something, that could enter my "list" (i have a friend who, to rationalize his self diagnosis, made a list of autistic behaviours of his; another friend of his couldn't get over how that should be enough proof of his status). and now is one of those times:

i watched this tiktok, and just like i mentioned above, it has hundreds of thousands of likes; at the moment of writing this, it has almost 800k. and like, yes, yes, it's normal for everyone to have some autistic behaviours, but i had no fucking clue this was an autistic thing. it might be my most defining fucking characteristic, for fuck's sake, and it's an autistic behaviour?

i went out with my friends yesterday and it came up, like it always fucking does, that i "know everything". because every time they ask something, i immediately have an answer; sometimes because i know things, but often because i always have a guess; the world makes sense! things work according to rules, to tendencies, to (apparently) patterns! i have a lot of surface or general knowledge and a good memory and that allows you to answer anything. does it not? if you're twenty years old, how can you not be able to reply to anything (to a reasonable extent)? you've lived and read and seen enough to know enough so that the world around you makes sense. no? no? is what i'm doing an exception? i'm not even lying with conviction, i'm making likely assumptions that take into consideration the world around me. is that not simple and rational? how can this be the exception behaviour?

(and this comment: @The_trash_man:This is actually how I went 8 years without realising I need glasses, I just look at the context and guess what the words are based on what I can see. is that not what people do?? when their vision is blurry or the text is too small? if you're looking at, i don't know, a tv remote, and you see two pairs of buttons with an up arrow and a down arrow, you can guess from the shapes of the words and from the context that one will say volume and one will say channel. do people really read everything to know what it says? no way. no way.)

now, to get back to my sister. she's the reason I haven't brought autism up to my therapist, despite considering it multiple times. because she's absolutely certain i'm not autistic. because it has never hindered, and still doesn't hinder, my life in any way; because a diagnosis would change nothing; and because, most importantly, of course, I don't fit the main three diagnostic criteria. which i cant recall right now, and i tried downloading her diagnosis app but i don't have a valid user, but if i remember right is something about impediments of the social, sensorial and speech. not impediments, just deviances. oh that sounds worse. you know what i mean. non-normative. anyway.

what i wonder is if there's a word for someone like me. i fulfill a lot of the side criteria—my raads-r was a hundred and a few, maybe 120—but not the main three, which all have to be fulfilled, i think, for a medical standard diagnosis. is there a word for someone who's collaterally neurodivergent? because i'm neurotypical, i guess, in the sense that I have no diagnosed (or maybe diagnosable) neurodivergencies, but i'm also not like my neurotypical friends, and i have a lot of neurodivergent behaviours and stuff. is there a word for that? is it just neurodivergency? is it just neurotypicality?

i don't know. my throat hurts, i should sleep. it's already 1:13.

2023.04.30/29

[wabadabashabadaba]

ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍꜱ//ᴄᴀᴍɪʟᴏ ᴍᴀᴅʀɪɢᴀʟ

Synopsis: CaMiLoOo SaYs "Mi ViDaA, Won't tell ya, read the thing." Okay, okay.

Have you ever seen dreams, with extremely vivid faces present in them? As If the person was right in front of you, tangible and warm. Camilo was surely about to see that type of dream. Watching your lips tremble and twist in agony, as you layed under the debris of crumbled Casita. The problem is, he could not tell, whether It is real or not.

TW: Hurt to comfort. Mentions of death, blood, injury and loss of a loved one. Camilo is having a breakdown while the reader is shitting themselves. Reader uses they/them while Camilo goes by he/him.

Word count: Very small just like squidward nose. The idea itself is more like a prompt anyways-

A/N: What's up Encanto fandom. To those who have requested from me already(and have been waiting for 28783704 days) I am genuinely sorry, I wanted to post this first because this is something I started a long time ago. I'll complete your requests ASAP. Basha was a stupid bitch and injured her leg, so I won't get to do anything but this anyways- Shout out to my boy Juan Karlos and his song "Buwan" because this song was my greatest inspiration for this.

Camilo blinked away the dust in his eyes. As he desperately coughed up the precipitate in his lungs, the boy could only stare at the ruins of what he once called home. The flame of their familial candle flickered away, so did the spirits of the Madrigals. He could feel it in his body, that his gift was fading away. What was he, without it? Just Camilo. But who was Camilo? Without shape-shifting, is he still able to call himself a Madrigal?

The boy stumbled towards Dolores, to check up on her state. His wrist was still sore, from the fall he took earlier. Camilo's head was loud with thoughts, overlapping and forming unimaginable knots. He could barely process what has happened. Reality was slipping out of his pained grasp, yet his number one priority stayed his family.

"Dolores, how are you?" He softly grasped the shoulder of his older sister, snapping the female out of her lost state. She slowly nodded, deeply sighing from the overwhelming quietness in her head. It was louder than the constant chattering and sounds that filled up her ears on the daily. No more of Casita's squeaking and drumming. Just silence, which was louder than bombs to Dolores. They were all stupefied from this, and Camilo wished they could just continue to stay still, avoiding the fact that they no longer have their identities.

Camilo looked around, pushing away the curly hair trying to slip into his eyes, capturing the image of his family. They looked like empty shells. Tia Julieta was struggling to find some sort of medicine for the injuries of her family members. His mother and father were comforting Antonio. Poor Antonio, Casita going down was incredibly unfair by itself, but especially to his little brother. He had just got his gift a few weeks ago. Abuela darted from one spot to another, as If she was trying to avoid the rumble, questioning each family member. It was quite the moment of despair for everyone, and all Camilo wanted to do was be in the comfort of your arms. But, where were you exactly?

He took another good glance at the people around him, he peeked around the ruins, yet you were not to be found anywhere. The male gulped down a sick thought, trying to stay positive. Yet his hands were beginning to tremble, as he dashed towards his grandmother.

"Abuela, have you seen Y/N?" His voice was raspy from the dust in the air, perhaps that was also the reason for Abuela's swollen eyes. She became worried upon hearing her grandson's words, Y/N was a part of the family at this point. Them and Camilo had been inseparable, ever since the two created a stronger bond. Alma counted down all the people standing around, only to be left with a grim realization. One was missing. Y/N wasn't there. That means, she can only be in the house.

Upon learning the terrifying prospect, the entire family dashed inside of what proudly stood as Casita before. Pepa shakily yelled out Y/N's name, no storm cloud forming above her head this time. Isabela was sprinting around the parts of the walls, doors, calling out his lover's name. His Amor. His Corazon. Camilo was pleading everything in the universe, to find you safely sitting somewhere in a pocket created by Casita. For you to see him, and launch for a bone-crashing hug, so that you two could live through this time together. Camilo ever so much needed to see your glistening eyes, filled to the brim with joy and hope. And suddenly, he heard a weak cough. His head snapped towards the sound, only to be left in utter horror.

The male immediately crumbled by your side, screaming out your name. A large piece of debris has fallen onto your legs, it seems as though Casita wasn't able to protect both you and Mirabel. Camilo scraped his hands, trying to move away the obstacle while calling to his family members. He kept on reassuring that you will be fine, that he was going to get you out of this. Camilo tried so hard, that cuts started to form on his skin, staining the rock with blood.

"Camilo.." You reached for him, stiff as a wooden doll. Gasping from the lack of stamina and the profuse adrenaline, he ended his futile attempts, waiting for the others to rush for your help. He could definitely get you out of this, everything was going to go back to normal eventually. And you were going to be by his side, as thing swayed back into their lane.

"It will be alright mi vida, we will get you out of here. You will be fine." Your eyes creased, as a bittersweet smile stretched onto your face. The boy has never seen an emotion like this on your beautiful features, and he hated it. He just wanted for everything to go back to normal, or at the very least for all his loved ones to stay safe, you especially. You were his light, someone who helped him strive for self-love and acceptance. Your warm embrace could rival any remedy in the world, and your smile was the cause of the endless butterflies in his stomach. But the dusted, bloodied you brought nothing but tears. Camilo had to face the fact. He couldn't protect you, he had failed.

"Camilo, I can't feel my legs" Sobbing, he grabbed your hand. It was so unusually cold compared to what Camilo remembered it to be like. Soft and warm.

"Lo siento, mi amor. Lo siento, It's all my fault." Your hand now slid up to his cheek, staining it with bits of your own blood. You hushed him, lightly shaking your head.

"None of this is your fault 'Milo, you did your best. I'm gonna be alright, you said so yourself." With each word, your chest became tighter and tighter. Both of you subconsciously knew that you were lying. Camilo's family was standing behind the two of you, watching the whole scene unfold. Not even Luisa now would be able to lift that piece of debris, that held you pinned to the ground. Pepa was sobbing into Felix's arms, nobody wanted to disturb your bidding of goodbyes.

"Yes, mariposa, you are going to be just fine. I promise you." He mirrored your smile, as it was the only thing he knew how to do best. You buried your fingers in the boy's soft curls, knowing this will be the last thing you feel. Suddenly, you began repeating his name. Louder and louder, the world around Camilo was warping, until...

"Camilo! Camilo wake up already!" The boy sprung up with a loud pant, clutching the hem of his shirt. That earned a surprised yelp from you, Camilo's eyes darting anxiously around the room. He was fine. It was just a bad dream.

"Amor, you were having a nightmare. Are you okay? You were-" Before you could finish that sentence, your partner clung to you ever so firmly, almost crushing you with his embrace. As If you were just another quickly evaporating dream, about to disappear into thin air. And leave him alone, once again. A stream of tears poured onto your shoulder, forming wet trails on your back. Reciprocating the hug, you cooed your significant other, slowly rocking him back and forth.

You woke up from Camilo's sudden troubled moves on the bed, only to notice that he has shape-shifted into you. That gave you a momentary scare, before you noticed how much he was in distress. In fact the Madrigal was drenched in cold sweat, tossing and turning in his sleep. You tried to quietly shake him awake, as to not wake up his sensitive to sounds sister, yet that was a fruitless attempt. So you kept whispering his name, concerned for the state of your beloved. And now he was in your arms, crying as If there was no tomorrow.

Slowly but surely, Camilo's gasps and tears came to a stop, yet the grip on your form stayed. He managed to choke out,

"I saw you... when Casita fell. Y-you were stuck." Your heart painfully stung at his words and tone, squeezing him tightly.

"A-and I couldn't do anything. It was so scary I-i thought I lost you.." The painful lump began forming in his throat again. You had never witnessed the smug and constantly joking Camilo this vulnerable. It pained you to hear his voice cracking, his breath hitching and his heart pounding as loud as a marching band against your ribcage.

"Shh, shh.. It's alright mi amor, It's alright.." You soothingly rubbed circles on his tensed back, continuing to cradle his figure.

"I'm here, I'm safe. Everyone is okay." Camilo's breathing leveled out, and he slowly looked up to you, eyes red and puffy from the stinging tears. You looked back at him, and so vividly, you were able to see the relief across his face. He buried himself into your shoulder, basking in your warmth, the one he knew and adored so much.

"I love you, Y/N. Please, don't leave me. " You cupped his cheeck, no blood staining his caramel skin now. "I won't, Camilo. I love you too."

[teddy-yandere]

Hey can you write yandere Muzan headcanons?

I hope you have a good day.

Yandere Muzan Kibutsuji Headcanons

⚠️WARNING⚠️ will contain dark themes

A/N = Feel free to request any characters you want. I write for many different fandoms , all you have to do is scroll to the bottom of this post and pick what fandom and character you want me to write for and send me a request. My inbox is always open so feel free to chat with me!! <3

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• Muzan is a extremely complex Yandere to have. He almost can’t believe himself when he realizes that he is actually in love with someone. He will do everything in his power to make these feeling go away … but they don’t. For this headcanon post , I am going to make you a demon slayer. ( you are a pillar and you are older than Tanjiro for reference )

• If I am being completely honest , when this man first heard about you he was very intrigued. He thought that you were very strange. Because he was so curious about you decided to follow you and see what you would be doing. Imagine his surprise when he found himself fawning over how Handsome / Beautiful you were. He could not help himself from staring at you. Because you were a demon slayer , he felt like it was his job to protect you because you were weak. You will soon find that the demons you are sent out to kill, are already dead when you arrive to the town.

• You first met Muzan when you were with Tanjiro in town. He bumped into him by accident . He could see the terror in your eyes. You gave Tanjiro a look before apologizing a thousand times for disturbing him. The only thing that he did was look at you kindly . You were very disturbed and tried to drag Tanjiro out of there. He found it almost amusing how you attempted to drag Tanjiro out of there. Normally he would kill Tanjiro and you in a instant , but the truth was is that he did not want to give a bad first impression. Instead he looked at you before smiling and telling you to enjoy your night.

• Over the course of a couple of weeks he would send out his upper moons to keep a eye on you. Any demon or human that would try to lay a finger in you would be dead. In his free time he would like to watch you himself. He found you adorable. At the same time he was worried for you. He hoped that you weren’t to stressed out about being in a completely different universe. When he was stalking you , he would watch you as you cried to Zenitsu about wanting to find a way back home .

• That was when he snapped. That very night when you were in town looking for fresh food you felt yourself being gagged and knocked out. Don’t worry Muzan won’t really hurt you physically but he will gaslight and manipulate you. Very rarely will punishments ever get physical. He will do anything in his power to convince you that this universe is where you belong. He will also try to get you to forget all about your old life and family members. As I have said before , this man will manipulate the fuck out of you. He will whisper kind little things in your ear before you fall asleep such as : “ only I can protect you “ and “ you are safe with me “.

• He will turn you into a demon because he never wants to be away from you. He can feel himself getting sick whenever he thinks about you disappearing or worse…. Dying.

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Thanks for reading Darling !! <3

Feel free to request any character you want. I write for all genders. If you don’t tell me what gender you want then I will just make it gender nuetural. I write for many different fandoms such as:

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[hintofelation99]

Sick day headcannons!!!!!!!

Hell yeah, I do have a post on this already (linked here) but sick day headcanons are some of my favs so let’s do some more! (Just btw there will be some repeats but that just means I rlly like that headcanon)

Dick

Dick: Oh no, god no!

Wally: What’s wrong?!

Dick: I’m dying!

Wally, suspicious: Okay…

Dick: Please Wally this is serious, I need help!

Wally, deciding to take Dick seriously: Okay, what’s wrong? What do you need?

Dick: Just a coffin. Made of maple- no oak! And roses, preferably white, oh or blue! With baby’s breath. And-

Wally: Dick, what’s wrong?!

Dick: I burnt the roof of my mouth.

Wally leaves.

A good rule of thumb for Dick is the more dramatic he is the less serious the situation. The less dramatic he is the more serious the situation.

He will go into work with a cold and complain the entire day.

If he has something serious that’s contagious he’ll call in sick but just say it’s a slight stomach bug.

If it’s not contagious he will act like everything is completely fine.

One time he did this after getting an injury on patrol and ended up passing out and spending that night and the next day in the ICU.

He has become a bit more responsible over the years, mainly bc he thinks it’s adorable how sweet and cuddly Damian gets.

His favorite sick day activity is eating junk food and watching rom coms under a fuzzy blanket .

Babs

Dick: Please go to bed!

Babs: I am, I am, just one more line of code.

Dick: You’ve said that for the last three hours!

Babs tries to relax when sick but she has trouble actually taking a step back to rest.

Most of the time she’ll take a nightquil then get distracted by something and ends up falling asleep in front of her screen.

Usually Cass or Steph will come over and take care of her.

Steph always makes the best comfort food. And usually Cass will tuck Babs into bed.

Babs loves dozing on the couch to the sound of Cass and Steph laughing in the kitchen as they make her soup.

If Cass and Steph can’t come over she loves talking to them over discord while eating take out. Usually she and Cass just listen to Steph babble or she watches on of them stream something.

She also usually ends up falling asleep.

Jason

Bruce: Are you sick?

Jason: I’m legally dead.

Bruce: That doesn’t-

Jason: So,legally, no. I am not sick.

Jason will forever and always argue that he can’t get sick since he already died.

When he was little he was rarely able to get extra rest when he was sick. Because when he was really little he wanted to go to school to avoid Willis. After Catherine died he was too busy just trying to survive to focus on being healthy.

But when Catherine was alive and Willis was away Jason would stay home from school, and if Catherine was sober she would read to him and sing lullabies. This only happened like twice but Jason cherishes those memories of Catherine.

As a kid if he was ever sent home for being sick he’d get in huge trouble with Willis.

After being adopted the first time he was sent home with a fever he begged Alfred not to tell Bruce and hid in his closet until he stopped crying being sad. Alfred sat by the closet door with soup, a grilled cheese, and tea, reading The Princess Bride aloud until Jason came out. It took two hours.

Jason’s favorite sick day activity is drinking tea and rereading The Princess Bride (with the movie playing quietly in the background) while wearing his Wonder Woman hoodie.

Cass

Steph: Cass why are you patrolling while sick?!

Cass shrugs.

Steph, with a sigh: You’re allowed to take a sick day, okay?

Cass looks unsure but nods.

Steph: C’mon, let’s get you a bath and fuzzy blankets.

Cass forgets that she’s not just a weapon/tool. She forgets that she’s allowed to rest when sick.

Because of this she will keep going no matter what and tends to view ‘taking a sick day’ as a failure.

Steph, Tim, and Babs have been working on this with her. She’s improved a lot now that Tim lost his spleen and gets sick easily.

Now usually Steph cooks for her while Babs lays with her.

Cass isn’t against taking medicine but she never feels like the situation is severe enough to require medication. So someone in the fam has to convince her to take her meds.

She becomes extremely cuddly when sick and will cling to anyone near her.

Her favorite sick day activity is watching old horror movies with Steph or Babs.

Steph

Steph: I’m fine.

Steph: I’m fine.

Steph: I’m fine.

Steph: I’m- I have a fever of 104, I should rest.

Stephs mom is a doctor, so she’s used to being told “it’s just a cold, you’re fine”.

Usually she keeps going until she can’t then sleeps for like three days.

But it’s less out of stubbornness and more out of habit. So if someone tells her to rest she’s immediately like “okay!” and takes the sick day.

Babs always calls or comes over to check on her every day that she’s sick.

Cass has been learning how to cook and loves making Steph food when she’s sick.

Tim used to come over but now he always calls.

Stephs favorite sick day activity is sleeping with an ice pack or heating pad, depending on the sickness, with a giant cup of ginger ale and Cass curled up beside her.

Tim

Jason: Tim, are you sick?

Tim, tiredly staring at case files: No I-

Tim is interrupted by a violent coughing fit.

Tim: Oh, I guess I am?

Growing up Tim loved getting sick because it meant the house keeper would come over and take care of him and he might even get a hug.

But she stopped coming over when Tim was ten, his parents thought he was old enough to handle being sick on his own.

Sick days in the manor were a shock to him because he was rarely alone, there was always one family member by his side.

Now that he’s immunocompromised he’s always surrounded by people, he pretends to get annoyed with it but really he loves how much they care.

Dick always sings Romani lullabies and runs his fingers through Tim’s hair. Jason, Duke, and Steph will cook for him. Damian stay by his side and bring him tea. Babs will play video games with him. And Cass does a bit of everything, at least everything other than sing to him.

The family also takes Tim getting sick very seriously so if they here one cough he’s immediately being interrogated and getting his temperature checked.

Tim’s favorite sick day activity is laying under a weighted blanket with a cup of tea and playing video games with Babs, Steph, Duke, and Cass.

Duke

Dick, knocking on Duke’s door: Hey bud, why are you still in bed? I thought we were training together?

Duke: Sorry, I forgot to cancel. I’m sick and don’t think I can handle training today.

Dick: You’re sick?!

Duke: Yeah, but don’t worry I’ve been disinfecting and cleaning so no one else should get sick.

Dick: I’m not worried about getting sick, I’m worried about you!

Duke: …oh, okay.

Growing up sick days were spent at home either resting alone or with one of his parents.

He had to do some fending for himself (like cleaning and making food when his parents weren’t home with him) but nothing extreme or unexpected. So, overall he had pretty normal sick days.

After he parents went missing he was so focused on getting them back and saving them that he never stopped to rest when sick.

Now as a member of the Wayne family his sick days are always spent with someone by his side, at least they are if he tells the family he’s sick.

He’s gotten in trouble several times for not telling Alfred/the family that’s he’s sick. Not because he puts Tim at risk, he like all the family is very cautious about that, but because everyone worries about him and wants to help take care of him.

After several lectures from Alfred he’s finally getting better about telling the family when he’s sick.

His favorite sick day activity is reading Jason’s copy of The Princess Bride while having a bowl of Alfred’s chicken noodle soup.

Damian

Jason: Are you sick?

Damian: N-

Damian sneezes like a kitten.

Damian: No.

Cass, smiling: Sick baby brother, cute sneeze.

Damian tries to be offended but ends up having a sneezing fit.

Steph: That’s so adorable!!

Damian has the most adorable sneezes. He literally sounds like a kitten and the entire family and hero community finds it adorable. Damian hates it.

He used to try and pretend he wasn’t sick and just work through it.

Then he sneezes in front of Harley and Ivy and they cooed over him for an hour.

Now he grumpily secluded himself in his room when sick.

Usually the family will check on him and find that Jon flew over and they’re cuddling on his bed watching cartoons.

When Damian’s sick he really craves spicy food. Like everything he eats he’ll add hot sauce or pepper to. His food is so spicy that only Cass can handle it, like it makes ghost peppers look like child’s play.

His favorite sick day activity is drinking masala chai under one of Tim’s fuzzy blankets while wearing Dick’s old hoodies and surrounding himself with various soft things he stole from his siblings. This is preferably done while eating spicy tomato or lentil soup and watching cartoons with Jon.

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Characters when sick or injured, Húrin and family

I did the Fëanorians here and I went through pain tolerance of the family here

feel free to ask for any more characters or ask questions!

I also have a series of ficlets with each family member and fever though I want to add to those

also finally I’m writing a meta about what the breath of death was at some point if there’s interest 

I thought way too much about this and still am

Túrin is a bad patient unless he’s with his parents and even then he’s not super easy about it. He doesn’t like being sick at all. He’s unhappy and uncomfortable and prone to complaining though in his defense it’s usually proportional to the situation. He also was very preferential about which parent could do various things when sick (usually towards Morwen).  

Lalaith is an agitated little baby when sick or hurt. She fusses a lot and regresses to shorter sentences, less real words, more babbling. She also gets even more clingy. Húrin had to take a week off of work (captaining?) once.

Niënor is a pretty good patient though she does get anxious and bored easily if she’s confined to bed rest. She was also the kind of kid who thought pus and blood had the potential to be really cool. She doesn’t complain often so when she does complain about a headache or something that’s usually a sign to Morwen or others that she needs to be on sickbed. 

Húrin is similar to Niënor. He’s agreeable and won’t lash out when sick or hurt but he gets restless easily. He gets a lot of minor injuries during his time as a captain of Fingon, half of them from various fights and ambushes, the other half from stupid dares and wrestling. 

 (Obviously this doesn’t include post Angband stuff, for a full account of injured Húrin post Angband see my series on The Wanderings of Húrin. Let’s just say he does indeed lash out)

Fun fact: Once Húrin got drunk on an especially strong elven wine because no one told him this particular kind would effect humans much differently and another elven captain of Fingon had to bring him back home. Luckily Húrin is just very giddy and drowsy for about eight hours. He does get very emotional in the last hour or so before he finally passes out.  Morwen brought him a glass of water and he started crying saying that’s the kindest thing anyone’s ever done for him. 

Morwen uh. Hm. She’s not a bad patient because she won’t be a patient at all. She’s very stubborn about it too. She doesn’t like healers and she doesn’t like being touched or worried about especially by people she doesn’t know well and honestly people who she does know well are on thin ice. She will absolutely refuse to admit she’s sick and push herself to the extreme to hide it. One of the only major disagreements Húrin and her had was whether to allow an elven healer to attend to her when Túrin was born. I don’t say ‘argument’ because there wasn’t much actual arguing. 

On a more serious note, I actually do headcanon that she has pretty severe trauma from how she was treated by the healers and other authorities in Brethil as a child when she was there with Emeldir following Dagor Bragollach. There’s no canonical evidence for it exactly but Morwen’s intense mistrust of staying with others or needing their help has always struck me as likely a trauma thing as much as it is just her principles (which I think it also is!) and we get a not too flattering look in The Wanderings of Húrin regarding how some in Brethil treat outsiders especially those who are neurodivergent, mentally I’ll or traumatized.

If that’s how they treat a nobleman and war veteran of high status, I hate to think how they would treat a probably neurodivergent little girl with no parents to stand up for her.

And I know Morwen’s unease at the mention of Brethil during her conversation with Húrin pre Nírnaeth is supposed to be foreshadowing but I can also imagine it relates to her time there as a little kid in a terrible situation.

I have a longer meta about Morwen’s part of that conversation I’m actually working on rewriting but I think there’s a lot of interesting implications there

 this list is mostly for fun but I couldn’t help going into one of my darker headcanons for Morwen pre events of the book too

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T.W.A.A: The Eccedentesiast

This is a one shot I started last night and I finished it at around 2 am because I’m an insomniac. Sadly this isn’t the 10k+ word one shot I was talking about (I’m still writing it aaa) but this one is around 4-5k words long so I hope you enjoy. This is rushed, badly written, badly plotted and badly named.

TW: Dark topics such as sexual assault and suicide is mentioned in this piece of writing.

Paris, the City of Love, what a big misconception that was. If anything, Paris should've been labeled as the City of Misery considering the fact it was haunted by a villain who preyed on negative emotions. No one outside of Paris knew though, they were oblivious to the fact hundreds, thousands even millions had died in the city home to the Eiffel Tower, only to be resurrected and tormented with the memories of their death. It was worse for Marinette though, she had watched all the citizens, her beloved citizens, die before her eyes and she was powerless to help them. Their screams of anguish and cries of pain forever ghosted her nightmares. It wasn't just their blood that she drowned in, she was bullied, abused and betrayed in her civilian form by those she trusted the most.

Her classmates. She thought she could trust them but they left her for someone shinier and newer. They all hurt her, destroyed her hard work, verbally and physically bullied her. Nino and Kim, her childhood friends had turned their backs on her too, even joining the others in causing her physical and emotional pain. Alya, her best friend, had become her main abuser. The reporter stabbed the poor bluenette in the back, figuratively. Lila was the one who did it literally. Lila, the sound of the name itself made Marinette sick, after all, the brunette was the one who did this to her. She made her friends turn their backs on her, she made them abuse her and she only watched with fake crocodile tears and a smug smile when no one was looking. And Adrien, he was the worst of all. When Marinette was younger, Adrien was the embodiment of perfection. But now? All she could see was a spineless coward and a predator.

As Chat Noir, he wouldn't participate in the battles, only flirting with her hero persona. He would whine like a toddler when she rejected his advancements. Even when he did join in the battles, he was useless, ignoring anything that Ladybug would tell him and go straight for the kill which never worked. Chat Noir was incompetent and a sexual harasser. As Adrien, however, he was much more. Just two days ago, he had tried to sexually assault the young bluenette. The blonde had underestimated the girl and she managed to get away but nothing could erase her memory of the event.

The ultimatum Lila had delivered to Marinette when she thirteen seemed over-dramatic and seemingly impossible at the time. Yet three years later, she was at the point of no return. Her classmates, her friends, her teachers, the boy she once loved, her partner, her parents. They all left her. Mayor Bourgeois, fearing for his daughter's safety, had sent Chloe to New York with her mother. Luka was on tour with his father so they could build a better relationship. Kagami had a family affair back in Japan that would last for at least a month. She was truly alone. Her parents had fallen victim to Lila's lies and Marinette overheard them discussing about kicking her out. The only one by her side throughout the whole ordeal was Tikki, her beloved kwami. Even Master Fu had to leave her.

Marinette felt shut out by the rest of the world. Sure, Paris adored Ladybug but it felt different. She was fighting battles alone, she stood as the last survivor, the last protector of Paris. She took that title in stride, or that's what the Parisians thought. In reality, she was hiding behind a mask.

The bluenette had suffered endlessly for years, she was ready to break that cycle of torture. Yesterday, she came to the solid conclusion of who Hawkmoth was, who is accomplices were and what his motive was. Gabriel Agreste was the man behind Paris' torment, Nathalie Sancœr was one of his accomplices and so was Lila Rossi. For his motive, he wanted to bring his wife back. Marinette understood the pain he was in but she wouldn't go to such extreme lengths as he did. Many years ago, Marinette made a friend, one of her very best friends who she fell for. But she never told anyone who he was, where he came from or even the fact that she met someone. The reason behind this was the fact she witnessed his murder. That death, of all she witnessed, was the most heartbreaking. Even when all these years have passed, she never truly got over his death. His green eyes always lingered her mind.

The bluenette let out an anguished sigh, she was on the Eiffel Tower, admiring the city's skyline despite all its obvious flaws under close inspection. Though Marinette had drastically mentally changed, she would always put on the same mask, she would always portray herself as a regular school girl. This was the one time she felt a little peace in her chaotic excuse for a life. Her blue eyes stared off into the distance, focusing on nothing in particular when she heard footsteps coming from behind. In her peripheral vision, Marinette could see the figure of Gabriel Agreste slowly approaching. Not wanting anything to happen, she made her knowledge of her appearance known.

"I never expected to see you somewhere so public, Monsieur Agreste" Her voice remained neutral. Gabriel didn't flinch meaning that he had expected her to sense his arrival, it made the young girl slightly unnerved but she refused to show it.

"The Eiffel Tower holds the greatest inspiration, as a designer yourself I'm sure you are aware" Marinette was used to his cold voice by now, she kept her guard up reminding herself that this was Hawkmoth was standing a few feet away.

She hummed, putting the two miraculous users in a deathly silence, until she decided to break it. "You know, you could've just asked" The older man raised an eyebrow in confusion but Marinette never looked in his direction, "It would've saved a lot of bloodshed"

Gabriel managed to catch up with what she was saying. "Are you implying that I am Hawkmoth?" He didn't sound offended or defensive, merely curious.

"I'm not implying anything" She replied curtly, then turning to face him. "I am merely stating a fact"

The miraculous user turned away from her, focusing his gaze on the city's skyline once more. "What are you going to do with this knowledge?"

The question confused Marinette, surely he would've attacked her or try to get her to remain silent?

He must've noticed her confusion. "Even if you wanted to, you wouldn't say anything"

Marinette turned her full body towards the taller man, she was going to end Hawkmoth's reign as quickly as she could. "I can heal her"

"What?"

"I can heal her" The bluenette repeated. "Emilie"

Gabriel also turned to face her, his usual cold scowl was replaced with a staggered expression. "Y-you can? Even after all I've done as Hawkmoth?"

Her head twisted back to portrait that was Paris. "To end it all, yes I will"

"Then please, follow me and I promise I will give you my miraculous as well as Mayura's. Just, heal my wife please" His tone changed from intrigued to pleading, Marinette could see that he meant every word.

"Oh don't worry... I will"

~~~

"I did it!" Tim's voice echoed in the Batcave.

"Did what replacement?"

"I found Hawkmoth's identity!"

Around three months ago, Wonder Woman had noticed Green Lantern trying to delete a video. She stopped him before he successfully did the task and watched the video herself, calling a meeting to express her anger about the situation. Most were shaken since they had never seen the Amazonian this livid before. She briefly explained how her mother was once a miraculous user and how powerful these magical jewelry could be. Aqua Man also shared his concerns, revealing that the fall of Atlantis was due to the miraculous. They knew the logical decision was to work on this from outside of Paris, the villain preyed on negative emotions and they had been ignoring the Parisians' calls for help for four years. Their sudden appearance would definitely trigger the heroes. So in the last month, they had gathered files of nearly every person in Paris as well as all the necessary information about every akuma attack. It was tiring for the Bats but they trudged through it anyway.

Damian had taken a special interest in the spotted-heroine specifically, without the knowledge of any of his family members. She appeared similar to a female friend he had made quite some time ago, the one who had witnessed an assassination attempt on him. He saddened him to no end knowing that the friend he loved thought he was dead. The green-eyed boy became one hundred percent convinced that this hero was his friend.

One day, Dick had caught him in the Batcave observing a recently taken image of the Ladybug heroine. His older brother thought that Damian was crushing on the lady and began to tease him as others entered the cave.

"Tt, that's not true" the green-eyed boy retaliated.

"If you don't have a crush on Ladybug then why are you staring at an image of her?" Dick added more information necessary so that his younger brothers could join in on teasing his youngest brother.

The Robin vigilante sighed and brought everyone's attention to the screen. "See that?"

"All I see is this little lady Demon Spawn" Jason's smirk was quickly gone when he noticed Damian's serious expression.

"She's alone" he stated simply and before anyone could get a word in, her explained further. "There is usually a team with her"

Everyone seemed to lean closer to the screen.

"She's fighting alone. Her 'partner' doesn't participate in the battles anymore, he stays on the sidelines, observing" He let the others catch up to what he was saying. "The attacks have been lasting a lot longer than usual, Ladybug leads a super hero team correct? Then why is she fighting alone this time."

"They could have all been killed... We have to go to Paris to help the poor girl" Dick turned to Bruce. "Who knows how much longer she'll last alone fighting a psycho butterfly man!"

Bruce's fatherly instincts were screaming at him from merely looking at the photo. "I'll announce to the League that we'll be joining the fight in Paris"

~~~

Gabriel lead Marinette to his office, Nathalie wearily watching. Just as he was about to open the double doors, his assistant collapsed in uncontrollable coughing. Marinette was much faster than the older man so she got to the woman first. The bluenette carefully put Nathalie down on one of the chairs available while putting her hand on where she thought the assistant would where the peacock brooch. The blue-eyed girl could sense the broken miraculous' energy trapped in the woman so she did the only reasonable thing she could at that moment, she extracted the corrupted magic, healing Nathalie almost instantly. Marinette ignored Gabriel's relieved expression and gestured for him to lead her to Emilie.

"When this is over, I wish to have a restraining order against your son"

"May I ask why?"

"..."

"...I understand, I'll make sure to tell Nathalie"

The older man stopped before a painting of his wife, his fingers reached for the painted shapes and pressed on them, revealing an elevator to which he went down in. Following his motion, Marinette placed her hand on the painting and allowed herself to descend down the mansion. It lead her to a repository with a catwalk which lead to a circular platform covered in luscious greenery. In the middle on the platform was a class-covered cryogenic pod which the sleeping body of Emilie Agreste lay. The bluenette carefully made her way to the glass casket, placing her hand on the transparent material when she finally reached her destination. Focusing all her energy, a red light erupted from her finger tips and it soaked into Emilie's skin. Gabriel opened the pod, carefully watching his wife as Marinette took a step back. Suddenly her eyes fluttered open.

"G-Gabriel, what happened?"

The man didn't reply, he simply hugged the woman of his dreams before turning the the young girl.

"I... Thank you Mademoiselle Dupain-Cheng, I can give you the miraculous now if-"

"Ladybug will be at the Eiffel Tower soon, I suggest you give the miraculous to her then"

Gabriel nodded and thanked the girl once more as she left. Before she reached the lift that would lead her back up to Gabriel's office, Marinette turned to face the newly reunited couple.

"Enjoy the happiness in your life, Monsieur Agreste, you never know when it may end"

She then turned to leave, not wanting to here what her former idol had to say. When she reached the main floor of the Agreste Mansion, Marinette was greeted by Nathalie. The bluenette acknowledged the assistant with a nod, meaning that Emilie was awake. The assistant let out a sigh of relief and rushed to Adrien's room, not wanting to be around the blonde boy, Marinette promptly left. Once out of the premises of the mansion, she transformed and waited for Gabriel to return the miraculous. What she didn't realise was that the Justice League would also be coming to pay her a visit.

It felt like an eternity, waiting for the miraculous to be handed back to her but the bluenette was patient. She waited four years for this moment, but she had to share the moment alone. It was bittersweet. Soon enough Gabriel arivied, hastily giving Ladybug both the brooches with apologetic eyes and leaving without a word. The spotted heroine presumed that he wanted to get back to his wife and son, she couldn't blame him. Ladybug reached for her yo-yo teary-eyed, she was going to put both miraculous in her weapon before returning them in the miracle box but she stopped when she heard multiple figures approaching where she was standing.

~~~

Batman and his sons were the ones to go to Paris and alert Ladybug of their findings. The five men found themselves in front of the Eiffel Tower, Tim found out that was were the heroes would return to after their patrol.

"We must tell Ladybug right away" Batman pulled out his grappling hook and flung himself to one of the higher levels, all but Robin followed suit.

The vigilante had a feeling to remain on a lower level. He wanted to be reunited with his long lost friend but he couldn't find the words. Simply, he used his grappling hook to bring him onto one of the beams, low enough so he couldn't be seen but high enough to hear any conversation.

"Greetings, Ladybug" His father's voice echoed through the quiet building.

"Monsieur Batman? Wh-what are you doing here?" Her voice sounded almost exactly as he remembered, of course it sounded deeper and more matured but it had a more desolated edge to it.

~~~

"We apologize for not intervening earlier but we didn't know how well we needed to control our emotions" Red Hood watched as Nightwing brushed a hand through his hair nervously.

"But we can help now!" Red Robin's excited voice came out of nowhere, Ladybug looked at the vigilante in surprise. "We found out Hawkmoth's identity so we can finish this once and-"

Ladybug put a single hand up, a small smile on her face, silencing Red Robin's rambling. "That's very considerate of you, all of you" Her gaze landed on each vigilante one at a time. "But I... have things sorted" She pulled out two brooches from behind her back to show the men before putting the miraculous in her yo-yo. "I appreciate all you've done, truly I do. But can I ask one for one more favor?"

"Of course, what is it?" Nightwing asked, clearly wanting the spotted heroine to be gleeful once more.

"Could you... help the other heroes to help the Parisians to heal?"

"It's the least we can do" Batman replied. "Will you be there too?"

"I'm afraid not" Ladybug turned around and leaned forward on the banister. "You know how Hawkmoth prays on negative emotions, so I've had to deal with my emotions in an unhealthy manor but now... Hawkmoth is no more. I can be free"

"Wh-"

"Thank you, truly" Ladybug jumped up on to railing, facing the group of vigilantes. Her sad smile faded as she stared at the floor.

They didn't even get a chance to process what was happening before it did. A bright light surrounded the young hero and they were forced to close their eyes. As the light died down, Red Hood saw a small bluenette. She looked so weak, so pretty, so... fragile. It hurt the vigilante's heart seeing someone like this being the sole protector of Paris with no one by her side.

"Hey little lady-"

"I'm sorry Tikki"

The girl looked at all the vigilantes slowly, mouthing a 'thank you' before letting herself lean backwards.

Gravity took the Parisian heroine and she fell.

A small creature holding something shiny stared in horror as its owner fell."MARINETTE!" The small creature's anguished scream seemed to bring the vigilantes back to reality.

~~~

"MARINETTE!"

Robin's head shot up, that name was all too familiar. Suddenly, he took note of a figure falling fast from above, her raven hair flowing in the wind. Without giving a second thought, he bounded down the ledge he was on, landing on one of the platforms and had his arms out ready to catch the fallen angel. The bluenette was close enough for Robin to grab her and he pulled her in so that her feet landed on the platform, her body still looming over the edge of the building. His brother and father landed not far from him, bounding over to help the bluenette but Robin took no notice of their presence.

"Why didn't you just let me f...all" The girl's voice trailed off as her eyes widened in recognition, the air in her lungs escaped from her lips. "...d-Damian?"

The two friends took no notice at how the vigilantes behind Robin stiffened. Her eyes developed a watery sheen as the situation began to really hit her. Tears threatened to spill as her lip quivered. Robin pulled her away from the ledge and she jumped into his arms, she was heavily touch-starved. Much to his family's surprise, he didn't push her away. In fact, he hugged her back. They heard what she said next.

"I... I thought you were dead, Dami"

"...why? What made you do this, Malaki?"

They didn't hear what she said next as her mumbling was muffled in Robin's chest. Nightwing walked up to the two first, kneeling down to be eye level with the girl.

"Hey Sunshine... we don't know what you've been through but we're willing to help you though it okay?" The girl looked at his sincere gaze, her eyes were so round with innocence, Nightwing thought he would melt.

"I... thank you, I'm sorry for worrying you when I... jumped" No one failed to notice when Robin ran his fingers through the bluenette's hair.

"Don't apologize Little Lady" Red Hood walked over to where Nightwing was kneeling, sitting next to his older brother. "Hawkbitch forced you to bottle up your emotions, you were just strong for too long."

Marinette looked between the two men, a grateful smile on her face while she wiped the tears of pure happiness running down her cheeks. "Thank you, I- this... this is the nicest I've been treated recently"

"If you don't mind me asking," Batman walked over and Marinette felt slightly intimidated you his presence as well as his tone. The dark knight must have noticed this since he cleared his throat and began talking in a softer manner. "What happened to cause you to go to such extremes? You're obligated to not having to talk about it right away if the subject makes you uncomfortable"

"Well I guess I do have to talk about it eventually..."

Recognising the bluenette's discomfort, Red Robin stepped in. In his palm was the shaken kwami who flew straight for Marinette once the vigilante got close enough. "Since you know Robin's identity, and we already sorta know yours, it's only fair if we tell you who we are, right?" He looked at his two older brothers and then at his adoptive father. "My name's Tim Drake nice to meet you"

Marinette was about to take his offered hand when the vigilante she presumed was Red Hood took it instead, "Jason Todd, Robin's most charming and handsome brother" She giggled at Damian's obvious annoyance.

"Well I'm Richard Grayson, Robin's favourite brother, but you can call me Dick" The vigilante in the suit who comforted her first, introduced himself.

"It's nice to meet all of you"

Batman soon came over as well to aquatint with the young heroine, offering out his hand for a handshake. "Bruce Wayne"

She returned the hand shake and brightly smiled, it blinded nearly all those near. "Thank you, Mr Wayne. Wait..." she turned to face Damian, one of her eyebrows raised. "Wayne?"

"I may have failed to mention that part" To Robin's surprise, Marinette started giggling so he huffed in taken offense.

"Sorry it's just- a girl in my class as been boasting about dating you and about the Wayne Family seeing her as their 'honorary member'. I knew she was lying I just didn't know that I would bump into the people she was lying about"

Bruce hummed. "We'll have to do something about this girl you're talking about. In the meantime, why don't you come back to the hotel with us? You and Damian can catch up" The older man saw the hesitation in her eyes but he also saw the willingness that shine through the most. "If you're living in a bad environment then you do have to escape" His sons nodded along.

"I'll come, can I bring some overnight clothes? It's been a long day..."

"Of course, you go get your belongings and you can meet us at the Grand Paris Hotel"

"I... thank you again" She transformed and headed in the direction of her house, leaving Robin at the mercy of his brothers.

"You like her, Brat" Red Robin spoke up first.

Nightwing pretended to wipe his tears. "Baby Bird's all grown up now"

"That means you can't adopt the little Pixie, don't think I haven't seen the adoption papers"

~~~

When Marinette destransformed on her balcony rooftop, she quickly went inside, packed some clothes as well as some essentials. When she was satisfied with her belongings, she gave a macaron to Tikki before heading downstairs where she was met with two disappointed looking parents.

"Is something wrong?"

"We've decided," Tom began. "We're kicking you out for what you've done to your lovely classmate, Lila"

"We don't recognise the person you've become, Marinette. You are not the daughter we raised" Sabine added

"May I pack my things in the morning?" Marinette inquired, her eyes void of emotion. When her parents nodded, she left the bakery and down to the hotel where Damian was waiting in the lobby. As she approached, he took her bag and intertwined their hands together. She blushed at the contact but leaned into his embrace.

When she entered the hotel room she was greeted by the vigilantes who were now changed and unmasked. The bluenette was welcomed with open arms, she felt the warmth in her heart for the first time since Lila's Tyranny. She briefly explained Lila's lies, what she had done to Marinette and how the bluenette was able to protect Paris. She would've carried on longer if it weren't for the hotel phone ringing. It was the receptionist, saying that someone had asked to see Marinette. Confused, she went down with Damian, Jason followed closely behind since he had grown quite attached to the little fairy. Waiting at the front desk as a woman, Damian and Jason recognised her instantly as Mayura. Damian tried to step in front of his friend but she completely ignored their futile attempts to keep her in reach.

"Ah, Hello Mademoiselle Dupain-Cheng"

"Hello Nathalie, we're you the one who asked for me?"

"Yes, I just need to clarify a few things"

"Go ahead"

"You're request for the restraining order has been fulfilled" the bluenette nodded, waiting for Gabriel's assistant to continue. "May I ask what did he do to make you request for it?"

The two notices how Marinette stiffened. She contemplated before sighing. "Attempted sexual assault. If you look at the camera footage outside of the Louvre from two days ago, seven pm onwards, you'll see your evidence." Marinette turned away from Nathalie and walked back to Damian who, once in range, pulled her in for a hug.

"I'll never let him near you again, Angel"

~~~

The next day, Bruce had shown up with Marinette at her parents' bakery. Upon hearing about the young bluenette being kicked out, he had asked for her permission for him to be her Guardian until she was old enough to live in her own. Marinette accepted his offer. When they had entered the building, her parents had greeted their customers kindly before recognising Marinette. Bruce turned to the young girl next to him and smiled.

"You go pack your things I'll deal with this" She smiled and bounded upstairs, leaving Bruce to talk with the bakery's owners.

"Hello Sir, how may we help you?" Sabine began, wanting to know who this man was.

"I've come to gain guardianship of your daughter, Marinette Dupain-Cheng"

"Why should we give you guardianship?" Tom asked.

"I'm sure you know the liability for child neglect, Mr Dupain" With his words, both adults seemed to turn white. "I will file the necessary and submit it with the court, I'm sure you'll be willing to give your approval"

Both Marinette and the mystery man left, true they were glad that their mistake of a daughter had gone but they wondered who she had gone with.

~~~

Later that afternoon was a charity event which the Waynes were supposed to attend as they were invited by the mayor himself, the plus side was that the Akuma class would also be attending and they had no clue the Wayne Family would be there.

"...And finally I'd like to thank the Wayne Family for joining us this evening" Mayor Bourgeois finished his speech and all heads turned to the table the Waynes and Marinette were sitting on. As his speech was over, a teenage girl with glass and a very pale brunette came over to the table.

"Hello Mr Wayne, My name's Alya and I'm your honorary daughter's best friend and I was hoping-"

"Marinette" Bruce began, cutting off the aspiring reporter. The Alya girl only then seemed to notice that the bluenette was sitting at the table. "Is this girl you're friend?"

The bluenette took one hard look at Alya before shaking her head, "No"

"Marislut what th-"

"It would be appreciated if you did not talk about my honorary daughter and future daughter-in-law on that manner" Both Damian and Marinette turned red, one much more than the other. "In fact we should be leaving" Bruce and the rest of the family got up. "Miss Rossi, I will not tolerate your lies. You will receive a lawsuit for defamation and slander. Have a good evening" They left, leaving a reporter, a liar and a class speechless.

When they reached the hotel room they finished packing up, they would be leaving that night. Marinette made a few phone calls, telling her friends that she would be moving to Gotham. They had their belongs taken to the limo downstairs and had a few snacks before making their way down. In the lobby were many different people around the bluenette's age, she recognised them as her classmates and continued walking beside Damian until Alex came over.

"Marinette... we're sorry. We understand that you probably won't forgive apps but we wrote you letters anyway" the skater girl gave Marinette a pile of enveloped letters, ones she put in her bag straight away.

"Thank you for your apologies but I don't think I can forgive you just yet, goodbye Alix" the bluenette got in the limo and let out a breath she knew she was holding.

Her eyes glanced out the tinted window, she smiled knowing that she was leaving Paris for a better life. A better life with a friends, a better life with a new family. A better life with Damian.

~Bonus~

The harsh blizzard outside was definitely being felt from inside the manor, leaving a cold and tired Marinette on the couch. Damian, noticing his girlfriend's state, went to grab a blanket to cover both Marinette and himself. She snuggled into the green-eyed boy, taking all the warmth she could get, and slowly she drifted off to sleep. Damian too felt drowsy so soon followed his girlfriend into dreamland.

Jason came in a few moments later to find the sleeping couple, he was then reminded by how tired he was so he went on the couch and leaned his back against his youngest brother, himself too falling victim to slumber.

The next person to walk in was Dick, he had just finished training so he was exhausted. But he couldn't help to coo when he came across the scene in front of him. The eldest son then got on the sofa and carefully leaned against Marinette, similar to what Jason had done with Damian. It didn't take long for him to join them in dozing off.

Tim arrived with a big cup of freshly made coffee, one which he was about to drink until he noticed his siblings all curled up on the couch sleeping. The co-CEO went back to the kitchen, left his cup of coffee then went to grab a blanket to join his family. Wrapping himself in a blanket burrito, Tim placed himself on the floor pressed up against sofa.

When Bruce returned home safely, he went to the main living room to see his children, and his future in-law who was basically his own by now, sleeping soundly with the TV still running. Reaching for the remote, he turned the television off and grabbed his phone to take a picture. He planned on printing it out and having it framed in his study. Bruce sat on one of the armchairs, taking a book to read. If there was peace in the house, he might as well enjoy it while it lasts.