#but he doesn't want everyone's forgiveness as soon as he starts making attempts to better himself

[smakonca]

Soooo? Uhm, first of all you have a really cool design for Nightmare…..wait what was I doing- oh yeah! Right! Do you have like a specific story interpretation of the DreamTale incident/Apple incident or Headcanons for it? If so what are they? Have a good timezone!

Thank u!

Yes, yes I actually do.

First of all, it's probably worth starting with the fact that I don't distinguish a passive Nightmare from its destroyed version. For me, Nightmare is one complete character. Broken by his anger, resentment and hatred.

For me, the apple incident is not a one-day event that instantly made Nightmare spiteful towards Dream and everyone else. His corruption lasted for years. So did his hatred. It couldn't have appeared literally in one day.

Nightmare has been rejected by society all his life. All his life he has received only hatred and contempt. That's why he grew up like this. He became withdrawn, unfriendly and venomous even to those who treated him well. I don't think all the villagers in Dreamtale were terrible. Just because Nightmare was used to being treated terribly, he began to reject any support and attention. Just because he didn't trust anyone else.

As time went on, he became as angry, greedy and envious as the society in which he grew up. He began to argue with Dream more often. And avoided him as much as he tried. And I think that by the time of the apple incident, they were already in some kind of quarrel. Which only pushed Nightmare to prove that he is just as good if not better than Dream.

I don't think Dream was blind and ignored what the villagers were doing to his brother. He was a child. He didn't know what to do. He was naive and tried to solve the problem peacefully. To try and make everyone apologize to each other. However, none of the parties wanted to take the first step. Not the villagers nor Nightmare.

Then, of course, the plot goes according to the canon. However, Nightmare did not intentionally kill the villagers of Dreamtale. At least those who attacked him. It came out spontaneously, as he still did not know how to control his abilities yet and was absorbed by all the negative emotions that had accumulated in his soul.

You know, like in that African saying. "A child who has not been warmed by the village, will burn it to the ground to feel its warmth".

Dream, seeing how his brother, covered in blood, towered over the corpses, was in utter horror and shock. He didn't want to fight back then, but there was only one thought in his head.

To protect.

He felt that this was his duty. Holding a golden staff in his hands, he stood against Night.

It made Nightmare extremely angry. After all he's been through. The humiliation, the pain, the resentment, the loneliness. And his brother doesn't take his side anyway. Of course, he was furious and got overwhelmed by his anger and attacked Dream.

And the brothers confronted each other in battle. You already know the end. Dream turned into a stone.

And here I don't really like the scenario that Nightmare just leaves Dreamtale and never comes back. I think as soon as Dream turned into stone, Nightmare immediately regretted what he had done to the only person who truly loved and believed in him.

I think Nightmare made numerous attempts to find a way to bring his brother back to life, tried everything. He talked to him, mourned for him, asked for his forgiveness, begging him to come back. But nothing was working.

However, as the years passed, Nightmare’s soul hardened. He began trying to find more and more excuses for the accident of which he was guilty. Excuses for his burning hatred. With every year his memory faded a little. Nightmare came back to his brother’s statue less and less.

He began to explore the worlds. Other Universes. And study each one with passion. He began to absorb the vices of monsters and humans. And even getting acquainted with them.

No one out there knew anything about him anyway. No one knew about his pathetic past. They only knew that he was strong and incredibly dangerous.

I think that's how Nightmare began to feed on negative emotions. First, by visiting purely negative worlds. And soon after he grew an interest in changing the course of the history of other AUs in order to turn them to the dark side.

He began to revel in his own power and the opportunity to play with other people's lives. You bet, he did! He was no longer a vulnerable child, unable to stand up for himself. He was a monster. The very thing people believed him to be.

Nightmare at this point considered himself almost a god and an omniscient being, whose abilities and intelligence are beyond the comprehension of ordinary mortals.

I think at some point his hatred reached its limit. And he returned to Dreamtale only to kill the remaining inhabitants and destroy the offerings they had left for Dream. Putting an end to this chapter of his life for himself. (as he initially thought).

He decided that at all costs he would make the world respect him. Fear him.

But when Dream got out of the stone, Nightmare's plan went wrong.

For the first time in hundreds of years, brothers met again. And they fought again.

After all, Nightmare understood that Dream would never allow him to gain domination over the Multiverse. And Dream, because his memory loss after many years in stone, initially thought that his brother died a long time ago. At first, he even refused to believe that this bloodthirsty and purely evil creature could be his brother. But even when he put up with this fact, he didn't give up hope. Maybe his brother will come back one day.

Personally, I like to think that it took another hundred or two years for Nightmare and Dream to come to terms with the current situation in the world and form some kind of truce. Where everyone has a certain number of universes under their patronage. Because both Dream and Nightmare will die without feeding on positive/negative feelings.

I also like to think that each of them has a certain number of allies across AUs, who provide them with information about other Universes and help maintain balance.

For example, Nightmare has a certain number of kings and rulers under his patronage, whom he helped ascend to the throne, as well as Multiverse bandits or murderers ravaging the worlds. He did this in exchange for the fact that they would arrange tyranny in the worlds where it was needed, supporting him and providing sources of negativity for him.

And in fact, Dream can't do anything 'cause technically speaking, a tyrant, ruling over his world and making it full of negativity and pain, is an unfortunate combination of circumstances, and not the work of Nightmare.

Dream's situation is similar. The fact that somewhere in the worlds the situation suddenly changed from conditionally bad to good is not always his doing. Sometimes it's just the way things are. Which sometimes is very convenient.

Oh don't get me started with AUs which have different endings or are dependent on players' decisions. This Universes are even harder to control. Or help them. Or corrupt.

I honestly don't really like it when people make a saint without a single flaw out of Dream. Yes, he is kind, merciful and resolute. But sometimes he acts solely out of his own interests.

For me, for example, it has always been a question, why does Dream protect only positive worlds? Yes, they give him strength and he is obliged to protect bright feelings. And he could not stay for long in negative worlds. However, don't other universes deserve his salvation? Can't he give them good things too?

Makes him a bit of a hypocrite, don't you think? He chooses to bring hope only to those universes that are easiest to help. Which I don't really like, to be honest.

In my headcanon he and Nightmare have formed a small alliance to keep the balance in the Multiverse. No matter what anyone says, I just like this concept. Our world has always been and will always be ambiguous. Just like conditional good and evil.

Of course, this does not justify Nightmare’s actions in any way. In the end, everything he does is hard to call "virtuous".

However, both he and Dream realize that they are unable to win. For time being they are playing some kind of mind games, trying to take control over different AUs.

Also bear in mind he fact that Universes are constantly being created and destroyed. Therefore, both Dream and Nightmare try to protect the sources of emotions closest to themselves. But the situation is different for both of them.

Dream, who is unable to help everyone and is forced to enter into unprofitable alliances with Nightmare, often blames himself for not being good enough. No matter how much he tries to help, there will always be those who want to take advantage of his kindness. It's hard for him to get used to the idea that sometimes you need to be rude and tough in order to be able to defend your ideals. For which, by the way, in many Universes he does not have the best reputation. Many blame him for still not being able to defeat Nightmare. It all falls heavily on him and sometimes makes him give up.

Nightmare who lived for a long time tries to find stability in everything. He rarely has random outbursts of anger and hate. He learned to control them. He learned how to manipulate others in order to get what he wants. He is smart when it comes to persuading people or forming alliances.

The image of Nightmare is very special to me. He's my favorite. However, not his canon version, but a certain image that I have created for myself.

I like to think that Nightmare is ambivalent, like the dark side of the moon, which he is desperately trying to hide.

He is proud and narcissistic, hates when someone restricts his freedom, but at the same time hates himself for the mistakes of the past.

He justifies his bloodthirstiness, saying that the world made me like this. But deep down he understands that he is the one to blame for everything that happened.

He dresses glamorously, hides behind the status of a king, treating everyone around him as his pawns. At the same time, he is weak and is in constant chronic pain.

He considers bright feelings and any manifestation of them as a weakness. But at the same time, he himself experiences them in relation to his subordinates.

He is smart and cunning, but his knowledge of the world is limited by his own interests. He doesn't understand simple things. Such as sincerity and care. These are strange concepts for him.

He considers himself omnipotent and omniscient. He loves solitude, but at the same time he wants at least someone to feel his pain.

He says he hates Dream. Constantly tries to mess with him, to make him suffer. But deep down inside, he misses him madly, because he knows that Dream is the only one who still has not lost hope and believes in his redemption.

He longs for love. Simple and sincere. He desperately wants someone to be with him. But he understands that no one in their right mind can love him.

My Nightmare is made of contradictions. He's a pathetic hypocrite. Remove his mask and you will find a lonely broken creature behind it.

That's who Nightmare is to me. He can get better, he can try to let go of the past and start helping people. But he won't. Because he lacks fortitude. He is afraid to go down the same road as he did in his childhood.

Dream and Nightmare have always been and will always be opposites in all aspects.

Dream is soft on the outside, but his soul is strong and noble. Nightmare seems hard and inaccessible, but inside he fears everyone and unsure of himself and his abilities.

Dream has found support and care. Nightmare has found pain and disappointment.

Dream is in pain, but knows that those around him do not deserve it and will fight for it. Nightmare is also suffering, but blames everyone else for his pain except himself. And he enjoys the suffering of others while hiding his own insecurity and hatred towards himself.

They will always be like that. Like Yin and Yang. Like night and day. Like life and death. Like… Well, you get the idea.

While I was writing it, this picture literally appeared in my head. So them actually.

Now my favorite part.

The design.

I came up with the design for Nightmare about two years ago. I've been drawing him like this ever since. The reason is stupid and simple. My love for the dark gothic vampire aesthetic, so Nightmare is dressed like a dark vampire lord or something.

I have problems with his canon design. And it seems a little strange to me that his color palette changed very abruptly after the apple incident.

Dream has a good design. Bright yellow and orange are attractive and symbolize hope he brings. The green details in the form of straps symbolize life. And the black suit under his clothes is like the pain he hides behind a bright image. You can cast an eye on Dream and immediately understand who he is. His palette tells us a little story about him. He looks like a real archer, who is quite fragile, but fast and agile. Its design serves as an element of the narrative, and I love when creators do it.

And Nightmare... Eh. I do not know why he began to look like an ordinary Sans doused with oil.

This, in my opinion, unfortunately kills his tragic story completely. I heard somewhere that he looks like this to blend in with his surroundings. And if he goes to make a massacre in another universe, everyone will blame Sans, not him. This is very strange, because, firstly, I am not sure that all AUs have a Sans as such.

And secondly, seriously? Would you confuse your acquaintance/friend with a goo with tentacles? I don't find it believable.

Thirdly, he has the opportunity to transform into anyone. Why would he pretend to be Sans, if he could become a random unknown monster, kill everyone and flee. And trick everyone, so that even according to the description of that poor AU survivors, Dream could not understand that it was actually his brother.

So my Nightmare is a little different. Purple is still his primary color. After all, it is the color of mystery, power and pride. As you know, many royal figures have worn it, which highlights the image of Nightmare as a king. He also wears a huge coat, whose long sleeves to match his vectors. And the heels. Of course he wears them. Also I headcanon that he intentionally makes himself taller. So as to look down on everyone else. Silver plaques are the opposite of Dream's golden tiara.

I really want to think that my design for Nightmare reflects his character at least a little. When you look at him, you could say, yes, he looks like royalty. Yes, he looks stately. Yes, he looks both mesmerizing and intimidating.

He needs to evoke horror mixed with reverence, respect and admiration.

P. S. This took me a couple of hours to write. I apologize for any mistakes I could have made.

[aevyk-ing]

Improving The Mystery of Aaravos part 2

(Note: Yep, "improving" instead of "fixing" because this season was better).

Start with the weddings. Everyone is there, Callum too. Janai wasn't too keen on celebrating yet, but Amaya convinced her. Things go as planned, Aanya and Ezran have a nice time while Callum jokes with Rayla that they'll have to do two ceremonies as well and she becames so flustered she isn't able to talk.

As they go back to the castle, they decide what to do with the Pearl. Soren had been in charge of guarding it, it being wisely covered by Callum's own blanket with hand-embroidered runes.

Ezran also receives a message from some explorers that Zubeia is okay. Zym is so happy to hear that he almost says his first word.

Callum proposes going to see the Star Elves to look for help. They know they're cryptic and that's quite impossible to reach them, but he has a hunch.

Meanwhile, Viren awakes and realizes what Claudia has done. That spell was to make sure Aaravos would return with all his powers intact once he's freed. He panicks to see her in that state and leaves, promising her it's not too late to do the right thing.

Of course, Claudia doesn't understand and breaks down. It's a good thing that Terry is there and he looks after her.

Callum and Rayla travel North but don't know how to get to the tower. They camp nearby and talk about their relationship. Rayla concludes that the only thing in her mind right now is saving her parents and Runaan. Just like that, they're able to reach the tower now.

Viren arrives to Katolis and is imprisoned. He tries to talk with both Ezran and Soren. He tells Ezran that he's sorry and that someone is trying to free Aaravos. He tells Soren that Claudia is losing herself in dark magic. His cell is close enough to the Pearl, so Aaravos visits him in his dreams and turns them into nightmares.

Callum and Rayla see the elves, but they say that Aaravos can't be killed. They hint at his backstory (so it doesn't come out of nowhere). The elves wear blindfolds everywhere except in the top of the tower, where they use the sky to look for answers. They also tell Rayla that she could free her parents and Runaan using quasar diamonds, but she'll have to create them herself. They say to Callum that there's darkness inside of him and he'll have to fight it sooner or later.

Rayla has to go into a trance to grab the right stars and create the quasar diamonds. She had to let her love guide her, but she's still afraid that Callum won't forgive her. So she talks to him after a futile attempt of doing the ritual. She apologizes and Callum declares that he forgives her. On the next try, Rayla gets two quasar diamonds, not three (getting just one is difficult enough).

Karim goes to visit Sol Regem and promises him to cure his eyesight. Sol Regem wants his wings back, but not at that price. However, he ends up accepting. Karim sends a message of war to Janai and both armies fight. Karim calls for Sol Regem, but then Zym appears with Ezran and Aanya and her own army.

Aaravos tries to control the rider and Sol Regem and burns Katolis. Viren sacrifices himself to protect the city and Aaravos is angry. Claudia arrives at the aftermath and decides that she's lost anyway, so she'll finish what her father started.

Karim is defeated and Sol Regem dies after destroying Katolis. Ezran knows he has to go back as soon as possible, to check out if everyone and the Pearl are okay.

In the Nexus, Rayla enters a portal, not knowing who she's going to save. She talks to her parents first and realizes they're ready to go to the other side. Finding Runaan is more difficult, for he's a shadow of himself. Finally, they both return.

Claudia finds the Pearl and Aaravos tells her the whole story we've been hearing snippets of. However, there's no way to tell if he's lying. One thing is sure: he had a daughter and loved her. Terry knows that, if Claudia does the spell, she'll be lost forever. He tries to talk her out of it, but she's done. She has lost everything (she thinks Soren is dead too because she sees his plushie). Terry promises her he'll never let her go.

Claudia and Callum perform the ritual but it has different outcomes, a light one and a dark one. Callum's reviving someone has the effect of starting to erase the darkness within him while Claudia using her deepest feelings to finish the job takes a toll on her. Aaravos is back.

[andreal831]

Love all the meta's, they're the next best things to updates on your fanfictions!

My current question is, what do you think of the relationship between Davina and Elijah? And what direction would you have taken it in, if you were in charge of the originals?

First, I promise I will update soon!

Now, onto the question. I've always thought the relationship between Davina and Elijah was underrated and a little confusing.

Elijah is the first Original that Davina really meets. Even though Marcel is holding Elijah hostage thanks to Klaus, Elijah doesn't attempt to escape. He has multiple opportunities to escape but he never attempts to overpower her. Instead, he wants to talk and let her make her own decisions. Elijah always prefers diplomacy first if it can resolve their issues. This is incredibly important for Davina because no one has given her that power in her life, not even Marcel. Elijah allows her to take control of her own life by making a deal.

What I never understood about their relationship was where it went wrong. Elijah holds up to his end of the bargain and brings Davina pages of Esther's grimoire. Yes, he controls the first spell to save Hayley but then offers to let her pick the next. Elijah teams up with Marcel to protect Davina from Klaus, knowing he would do something reckless. He even feels guilty that he didn't anticipate Klaus targeting Tim. Davina takes out her anger over Tim's death on all three men. I always felt like her anger toward Elijah was a little unwarranted. At this point, he hadn't done anything against her. I think a lot of her anger at Elijah likely came from the writers wanting to create clear divides in the warring factions.

Their relationship after this clearly only gets worse, but again, a lot of it is simply Davina's anger at vampires in general as she and Elijah do not have a lot of contact. She is a teenage girl trying to find her place and being used by a lot of different people, so I don't necessarily blame either of them.

If I was in charge of The Originals, Elijah would have actually had storylines and connections that didn't revolve around Klaus. I would have loved to see Elijah play a more protective role in Davina's life, especially after Rebekah left town. Elijah was protective of Marcel as a child and we see him often wanting to save people he views as innocent (Elena, Marcel, Katerina). Elijah was initially protective of her, refusing to drink her blood when he was first released, trying to protect her from Klaus, being concerned when she disappeared. Davina's character was often used as a prop to further issues and the fact that she was a teenage girl who had lost her entire life was forgotten. I think this is partially because the show wants to age up characters so it's not creepy when they start dating super old vampires. But she was just a teenager and for the most part had no one helping her. Sure, Marcel, Vincent, and Cami would be there occasionally, but they would also abandon her for months and only pop back up when they needed something.

Elijah had a very paternal character. To me, he was the only Mikaelson that truly showed a desire to have children. It would have been nice to see him take Davina in and protect her rather than spending all of his energy on Klaus.

I hated how they often put Elijah in the position to make the hard decisions to save the Mikaelson family and Hope in the later seasons. Everyone loves to say Klaus would do anything to save Hope and will forgive his every action, including trying to kill Davina in Season 1. But as the show attempted to redeem Klaus, they still needed conflict, so they sacrificed Elijah's character. It's ironic because a lot of the things that, to me, seemed out of character for Elijah to do in Season 3 and 4 wouldn't have happened had Klaus not been so controlling of Elijah. All of this to say, if Elijah had been able to develop a better relationship with Marcel or Davina, I think he would have acted differently. Although, Elijah is pretty pragmatic and his family was running out of options.

Davina and Elijah have a lot in common and both deserved better from the writers.

Thanks for asking!

[animeyanderelover]

May I request Tendou, Chuuya, Aomine, Kageyama, Karma, and Tanjiro with an S/O who has a skin condition called Vitiligo and is called names becuase of it.

I'm no expert so forgive me and tell me if I misunderstood anything!

Vitiligo: Vitiligo is a skin disorder that causes the skin and even hair to lose color. It is caused by the lack of melanin in cells.

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessive behavior, obsession, protective behavior, delusion, bullying, warning, threats, violence, manipulation, sabotage, isolation

S/o with Vitiligo gets called names

Tobio Kageyama

🌧️​He might have never stumbled across the term Vitiligo before, he can only guess the really obvious from the lighter skin patches on your body. That makes him a bit insecure and even if you tell him that your condition is nothing life-threatening, he's quite uneasy without knowing better about it though knowing that it's nothing lethal has him feeling a bit more relieved. He does his best to help where he can though, especially since the medical terms such as lack of melanin and certain therapies you might receive are above his understanding. On sunny days he always makes sure that you apply sunscreen to prevent a sunburn on the sensitive patches of white skin. Tobio also grows more paranoid, afraid that he might say something that hurts you due to your skin disease and is always frantically apologizing when he thinks that he did.

🌧️​Especially once Kageyama notices the rude stares and unkind words from others is he really careful with what he says and how he treats you. Above everything else he gets mad though at anyone who dares to do this. As soon as he hears someone throwing a remark at you, he turns around in a frightening speed, a dark look on his face. It's not uncommon for him to start shouting at someone in public, towering over them with an intimidating glare. He's extremely sensitive at one point, especially because you suffer from all the insults and names that it escalates to the point where he's about to physically engage in a fight if it wouldn't be for you holding him back. Tobio grows paranoid to the point where he doesn't want to let you go under people anymore, his heart can't take more of you feeling more and more insecure about yourself. He's overbearing, frets over you as soon as you look a bit down and glues himself to your hip. His affection and praises increase in an attempt to smother you in his love and adoration to make you feel better about yourself.

Satori Tendou

❤️​Tendou is at first more of a stalker but does his research nevertheless about his darling. Vitiligo is a new word for him but it doesn't discourage him to learn what it means, hours are spent watching documentaries and reading articles about how he can help you. This knowledge before he even dares to approach you helps him a bit once he is your boyfriend since he already knows what he has to do though he's aware there are certainly things he still doesn't know. Supports you through whatever therapy you might take in order to help a bit with your skin condition, even if there is no cure for it. Satori might feel frustrated with the lack of help he can provide sometimes so he just helps in all other aspects of your life as good as he can. Honestly, he's so sweet and doting albeit quite clingy at one point.

❤️​He's been called names for his looks too which is why he can sympathize with his s/o more on a personal level. Yet seeing and hearing it is infuriating. He's fine if he's being bullied but bullying his darling is entirely different and awakes the inner sadist he reserves for everyone who hurts s/o. Tendou takes full advantage of his height, his creepiness and his looks and he really does enjoy when he scares others away. He grows rather shameless. He's also quick to abandon his initial insecurities if he's enough for you when he realizes that you're being insulted and that he has no time to feel so insecure when his darling has it worse than him. As a worshipper, Satori attempts to do about anything he can to cheer you up. He constantly tries to make you laugh when you're down and is very verbal about his adoration and love for you. Always prepares you your favorite meals or buys you a small present to cheer you up and constantly showers you with kisses and cuddles. He's a bit toxic though because he manipulates you to stay inside the house with him.

Daiki Aomine

💙​He's on the rougher side before he softens up due to his obsession but Daiki feels guilty because he sort of stared impolitely the first time he saw his darling. He's apologetic ever after. Since Aomine is on a protective side, he's bound to want to know more about your skin condition though he definitely is overwhelmed with the amount of medical terms. At least he's stubborn so give him credit for his persistence. Due to his very protective nature, there is maybe initially frustration that he can't help you as much as he'd like to do and even the fact that Vitiligo can't really be cured and that you have to suffer with comments and rude stares. He's mad but soon realizes that his s/o might wish more than anyone else that their skin would look normal which is why he feels bad again, seeks out Momoi and constantly asks her what he can do to make up for it.

💙​He's been a bit the same initially, he's witnessed the lingering looks and heard the rude nicknames you've been given due to your skin. To say that Daiki transforms into an aggressive guard dog is a bit of an understatement. He barely leaves your side, has always an arm wrapped around you and throws scary glares at anyone whose gaze lingers too long. His demeanor alone is enough to scare off many already but if someone actually insults you in front of him, he's throwing hands. It's likely for him to grab someone by the collar and even if you interfere, he forces an apology out of them before warning them that the next time they won't be lucky. If his darling isn't with him, he might actually throw a punch. Daiki grows rather uncomfortable to have you alone outside if he isn't with you, calls Momoi so she can accompany you. His mood gets affected by you, he's more irritable if he knows that you're insecure. Tries about anything he can think of, from kissing your skin with the discolored areas to doing everything you want as long as it makes you happy.

Nakahara Chuuya

🟠​He doesn't really care about looks since you've captured the Port Mafia's heart with your personality and own quirky charms. Chuuya even dares to say that he finds that you possess a unique beauty due to your discolored skin though he holds that statement back, unsure how you'd feel about it. He's a charmer anyways so he's sure to make your heart race in other ways, you're his gorgeous doll after all. He's clueless about Vitiligo as well and whilst at first worried about the fact that it's a skin disease, he calms down when he gets to know that it's nothing lethal though he has to watch out for the sun since your skin is sensitive. Chuuya is persistent to take over the bill for the therapy though. Now that you're his, he sees it as his responsibility to care for you, insists on paying even if you protest. He knows that his darling has it rough, he plans to change that.

🟠​Best of luck insulting his precious babe because not only is Chuuya very protective, he's also a certified hothead who is skilled in hand-to-hand combat. Not only that but he is aware of your history with being bulied and called mean names, knows that you suffer from insecurities and hate yourself for your looks sometimes and it drives the poor man crazy. Chuuya turns as a response extremely violent with everyone, afraid that you'll only end up getting dragged down more. Bones are broken and blood is being splattered around yet he doesn't feel an ounce of guilt for any of them. He's more terrified to be under too many people due to that, convinces you more than just once to do something that only requires you two since neither of you two have a good time as soon as you notice the whispers and stares you're given. Chuuya becomes more smothering himself when he's more paranoid, admits to you that he finds you even gorgeous with your discolored patches, spoils you with lavish presents and pretty clothes to show you how dazzling you really are.

Akabane Karma

🔴​Karma probably ends up mentioning darling's look upon first meeting one way or another, even if it isn't exactly to insult them. They catch his eye due to their unique appearance, he's a bit curious about them yet once he's fully invested it's the start signal for his obsession. Chances might even be that he knows what Vitiligo is though the therapy is still unknown to him. As obsessive as he is, he goes out of his way to find out about everything he can though, he has fun whilst being obsessed with you, it's creepy. Even in a relationship he still teases you for your skin though he backs down and apologizes if he notices that he's struck a nerve. He's definitely mean enough though to actually say something with the intention to strike your insecure side, specifically when you're very close to someone or he's mad with you about something.

🔴​Whilst Karma makes use of your insecurities for his own good, he won't exactly permit others to do the same. It's quite obvious from the first time that he saw you that you're probably meeting jerks who don't know how to shut up but it becomes personal once you're his s/o. He's mischievous yet seems to at least think that he only is being mean when you put up too much of a struggle against him, everyone else is just being a tasteless moron though. Karma is actually more protective when someone he cherishes is involved and he's a little devil, a sadistic one to top it all. He doesn't lash out, instead has a gleeful and cocky smile on his face, provokes someone by stepping closer whilst whispering his threats and if they try to throw a punch, he flips them over, might break intentionally a finger or two. Who knows, he might even carry a knife around and make use of it, in either case he enjoys tormenting someone who doesn't know when to shut up. He's weirdly nice, sometimes even coddling, after such incidents to you, treats you something you wish for.

Kamado Tanjiro

❤️​Tanjiro approaches his darling with an open mindset, is incredibly nice and never mentions anything hurtful about your appearance. He's curious but doesn't want to be insensitive since he can imagine the jeers you had to go through due to your discolored skin so he either waits until you tell him or he feels like he's close enough to you to not come over as disrespectful by asking. Listens sincerely to what you tell him, does his own research and might even ask Shinobu if she knows more. Incredibly supportive himself, Tanjiro is quick to do about anything he can do to support and help you. He's basically itching to somehow help you somehow and that isn't quenched by merely ensuring that you don't suffer from sunburns or accompanying you when you head to the hospital for your therapy. Tanjiro literally ends up doing chores and stuff you didn't even ask for.

❤️​He's the friendliest whenever someone can't help but slip a comment about your appearance. He's still quick to call out whoever made such an uncalled-for statement, demands an apology before leaving whilst busily trying to lift your mood. If a person apologizes because they realize their mistake, Tanjiro won't even hold a grudge. If he's faced with someone who thinks that it's fun or someone who has a past of bullying you, there's a firm look in his eyes. If Inosuke and Zenitsu are with him, he asks them to go somewhere else with you whilst he deals with the person. The feeling he's giving of is a bit unique to describe, he's neither scary nor really intimidating. His tone is firm and the look in his eyes is piercing, something just makes the other person uneasy at one point. Encourages his darling to talk about their insecurities and fears, he imagines that it must be difficult to keep everything bottled up inside and is always willing to listen. He's a sweetheart, picks flowers for you or prepares your favorite snacks. Also lets you hang out with his two friends and sister since they're chaotic but bound to make you laugh in some way.

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Doctor Strange: MoM Masterlist

Cold & Drained (ao3) - Anonymous G, 425

Summary: you know the scene in MoM after America learns to control her portals and comes to get Stephen and Christine? That but fluffy

Easier Said than Done (ao3) - Orange_Sunsets christine/stephen T, 1k

Summary: Christine returns to her Earth and has to deal with the destruction that was caused. She soon realizes that there was more that happened that fateful night, unknown to her because of her attempt to free America. She's soon left to process what happened, and everyone, including her, is left to pick up the pieces.

*Takes place after Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness*

Finding Family (ao3) - aparticularbandit M, 374k

Summary: When America begins universe-hopping again to try and find her moms, she realizes that's too much scope for her. She looks for smaller scope, and instead she finds Wanda.

forgiveness is warm (like a tear on a cheek) (ao3) - lesbiantahani wanda/natasha M, 25k

Summary: Maybe after everything, she'll always feel like this. Who was she without love, who will she be? Wanda doesn't feel like crumbling for the thousandth time, she wants for once, to not grieve. When her fingers scrunch the fabric atop her thighs as she tries to anchor herself, it doesn't work, because Natasha was better at doing that for her. Natasha was better for her with everything.

-

or, post multiverse of madness, wanda reconciles with her guilt.

i dream of you (do you dream of me too?) (ao3) - Linzerj G, 2k

Summary: It starts with a dream, shortly after she first meets Doctor Stephen Strange.

(Peggy Carter of Earth-838 dreams of a version of herself that has travelled the multiverse, saved the multiverse, and made friends with a... very strange version of Stephen Strange.)

I Said I Would Never Fall Unless Its You (ao3) - coolpointsetta tony/stephen M, 112k

Summary: “It took me a long time, but I realized my situation wasn’t entirely hopeless,” Strange’s voice was gaining confidence, bit by bit. “In my scouring of the multiverse, I realized that Christine Palmer wasn’t my destiny, but he was. It is written in the fabric of every universe, it is set in stone: Stephen Strange and Tony Stark are meant to be together. No matter where they begin or where their journeys end, they are meant to love each other…”

His voice trailed off a little as he became absorbed with watching his variants dance with different versions of Tony. The looks of happiness on their faces made Wanda’s heart break and her resolve crack, and she was beginning to understand more of where he was coming from.

“But Tony Stark is always destined to die.”

In Every Universe (ao3) - MagicalTear tony/stephen T, 16k

Summary: Tony Stark had been working for the Illuminati for years, doing his share to make the world a safer place as he worked alongside Earth's strongest heroes. He had his inventions and he had Stephen, and for a moment everything was perfect...until it wasn't. Until the Illuminati tore Stephen from his side and left him with a hollow heart.

The last thing Tony expected was for the multiverse to come knocking on their door so soon after Thanos' demise, throwing none other than Stephen Strange at his feet once again. He might have been a genius, but he was not equipped to handle a magic book chase, a teenager in distress, and one mad Scarlet Witch.

Perhaps it was time for Earth 838 to go through some changes.

(Or...grab the second half of Multiverse of Madness and make it IronStrange)

my name is whatever you decide (and i'm just gonna call you mine) (ao3) - thelilacfield wanda/vision E, 3k

Summary: She let herself forget the rightness of this, caught up in her dreams, in the broken memories and the fractured realities, burning the world down around her with the Darkhold at her fingertips.

She let herself lose him, and in this moment he’s hers again.

Please Let it Be True (ao3) - Airene G, 3k

Summary: When Stephen turns away, eyes crinkling in fondness and smirk soft near the edges, America tries her best not to call out to him again.

She succeeds. Surprisingly. Instead of calling out to him again, probably with some useless quip or lame excuse to stall for time, she watches him leave through the portal he opens and clamps down on the disappointment that surges through her almost immediately when it closes behind him.

//// Misunderstandings occur, but they get it figured out

The Space Between Us (ao3) - KVeronicaP christine/stephen T, 3k

Summary: This was a mistake, bringing her into the New York Sanctum.

"Wait a minute, okay?"

His hand lightly brushed Christine's forearm, and she gave him a quick nod. The very idea of Christine of Earth-838 being there eased some of the tension in his shoulders, though it did nothing to bring his heart back from his throat. Wong's gaze boring into him didn't help either. This was an exceedingly stupid idea.

"I... I ask for one day."

-

In which Stephen of Earth-616 cannot let go of Christine of Earth-838. Or, alternatively, how two souls find a way to bridge the space between them in one hell of an incursion without endangering their universes [tripartite fix-it fic]

They'll Have Someone To Care For Them (ao3) - entity9silvergen reed richards/susan storm, christine/strange, past steve/peggy T, 34k

Summary: Earth 838 had a Wanda.

Reed had met her. He knew her. All of the Fantastic Four, all of the world's heroes, did. That was why Reed had truly believed the Illuminati could take her. This Wanda may have lost her way a little bit with the loss of her children but she was still Wanda. She was fundementally good and she could be reasoned with.

At least that's what Reed thought until he saw Black Bolt's head explode.

Why Did You Save Me? (ao3) - kittyhazelnut G, 1k

Summary: “I opened the Darkhold, and I have to be the one to close it.”

“We can close it together.”

[the-letter-horror-lover]

Maybe there's still hope—. '

"Now.. Start from the very beginning."

'A small chance perhaps. '

"Tell me... exactly how you ended up and breathing— "

"—Uzumaki Boruto. "

6: Broken Destiny

"You're wrong."

Bastard.

As soon as the words left my mouth, I saw his expression change.

"I'm not the Hokage's son-"

I leaned closer to him as I spoke.

His attempts to keep a straight face were failing.

"-I'm not the one you're assuming me to be. "

His expression changed a bewildered to a dissapointed one.

And I..couldn't be more satisfied.

I wasn't lying . He could tell.

And I actually wasn't.

This... Wasn't my world.

Wherever this was.

I knew that from the very moment I opened my eyes.

Here.

It was far too peaceful to be the place I belonged to.

No destruction. No war. No smoke. No cries.

Nothing.

No shinobi coming after my life.

Or trying to abduct me for money.

I... Am a missing nin.

And I have a destiny.. A duty to fulfill.

A shinobi who attacked his people and tried to kill the Kage of his very own village.

Funny.

Cause in my was also my father.

And ever since then...I've been running away.

Running from my life. Though not from my destiny.

It had been utter shit from the very beginning anyway. Nothing has changed. So it doesn't matter either way.

Being sucked into the pool of eternal darkness.

And to top it off, hated by my own people.

What did I ever gained from walking the right path?

Nothing.

Just pure darkness was what I deserved. And that is what I received.

Chasing after them. Him.. All this time.

Only to end up being shoved away to my near death.

I never expected things to change this drastically.

Whom he barely knew.

It actually makes me laugh whenever I think about it.

He chose him over his own son.

Didn't even looked back. Funny.

As if I wasn't if I wasn't alive.

As if.. I didn't mattered.

They'll be relieved if I'm dead.

He and the remaining five kages. The elders, the council members,my friends, my family.

Everyone. They think I'm a threat.

I don't blame them though.

Still..It hurts.

I don't know why.

I've left behind my emotions long ago.

Unfortunately for them. For him-

I didn't die. I survived. Yet again.

Though even now I wished I would've died back then.

Its been years. Yet the pain is still the same.

Yet all I can do is run. Run and hide. Hide and run.

Its an endless cycle.

Sometimes I just want to give up. Sometimes I wish to end it all and be done with it.

But I couldn't.

I couldn't because the promise I made to my master, my shisho, holds me back.

Who... died because of me. Funny.

Another reason I deserved it. The hateful gazes. I didn't cared about anybody else though.

Atleast my friends understand me.

Heck, Mitsuki considered me his sun. He'll never leave me alone.

My team. They'll always support me.

But one look at her and it all crashed down.

Mitsuki was nowhere to be found. I didn't knew what was even happening.

That day.. I wished I would've died as well.

She came to console me. Right after that dreadful day.

A lot happened. I couldn't even recall much of it.

Words of encouragement and care left her mouth. She was smiling.

But her eyes...They were the opposite.

They reflected the whole truth. Everything.

She hated me.

More than anyone. I could see it. I could tell.

And I felt like my heart was crumbling. Breaking into thousand pieces.

One week later, Mitsuki returned. I was still in the hospital.

Though my injuries were far better, it was a way to keep continuous surveillance at me.

He didn't even spared a glance at me. Completely ignored me like air.

I didn't had the courage in me to call out to him.

I didn't had the courage to join the friendly reunions.

They were all gathered, embracing each other.

While I could do nothing but look through the window.

Look at them. Just like old times.

Though this time I didn't mattered. Funny.

I couldn't stand it.

I wanted to cry. I wanted to beg for her forgiveness. I would do anything. Just please.

Not you too.

Forgive me.

Though the words never left.

How could they. It was all my fault. I was ashamed of myself.

I couldn't endure it anymore and I was scared. Scared that they all hated me now.

That they all had the intent to kill me.. Hidden right behind their sad smiles.

Mitsuki. Shikadai. Inojin. Nii-chan.

Tou-san.. My dad.

No. He couldn't hate me.

My heart would never lie. He would come to me. For sure. He'll never leave me behind.

But why.. would he..?

I heard how Kawaki was finally a part of the official team 7.

Me on the other hand... Was robbed off my shinobi status whatsoever.

But. I wasn't angry. I wasn't sad.

It was... for everyone's sake. For my sake.

Right...?

Sarada lost her father. Sakura-san lost her husband. My father lost her wife and daughter.

And many.. Many more deaths.

I let it happen.

But I digress.

I couldn't help but feel insecure. Feel scared.

That any second and I would be stabbed right through by someone I loved. Someone I cared about.

To taint their pure hands with my dirty blood. To have them regret it all their lives.

Because I knew they would. I couldn't talk to anyone. I didn't deserved their attention.

Hence, I left. And never looked back.

A year passed.

I was fine though. Even if I had to hide. Change my appearance.

The blonde hair I was so proud of. Though I couldn't do anything about my eyes.

They reminded me of dad. Of Himawari.

Even though I had to sleep to my empty stomach.

Which always reminds me of mom. She would always make sure I had eaten enough.

She would've never let anyone hurt me. She.. was always there.

For me. For Himawari.

They were the only one's I had.

The only one's who'd never hate me no matter what I did.

Though now.. I was alone.

The ones sent to capture me always took more pleasure in hurting me, than taking me back.

And since every single hospital and medic shop was both out of my limits and budget.

I just had to endure the pain of whatever injury they left me with.

Luckily I always seem to find a way to escape. Which pisses them off more and more.

Hence their brutality increases everytime we meet again.

Dad.. knew everything. He was aware. He knew.

I always hoped he would come.

I waited for him.

I missed him. So much.

I just wanted to meet.. No.

At least see his face.

More than anything. Even if it had nothing but dissapointment written all over.

Cause I was a disgrace.

For a whole damn year, I waited for him.

He never came. To take me home.

Not to kill me. But to save me. To take me to that weird ramen store he loved so much.

To hug me tightly. And never let go.

But he never came.

Instead, sent his pesky little shinobis to catch me. To hurt me.

But I knew. He would've never wanted this. He would never let anyone hurt me.

He surely wouldn't allow anyone to hurt me let alone kill me.

He...Loved me. Didn't he?

Then why.. Why doesn't he come?

Yet, I didn't let my hopes die. I was his son afterall.

I waited .

Waited and waited.

Waited untill one day...it all snapped.

'Missing Nin-Boruto Uzumaki...

Shr ("eueu$ "'$$...-"

I couldn't recall.

What else was written in that notice pasted on the walls of almost every village.

"Needed.-

-Dead or alive. "

My heart crumbled once again.

For the last time.

My eyes couldn't believe it at first.

'sanctioned by- Hokage, Uzumaki Naruto'

My body went mad. I lost all the sanity I was left with.

I didn't knew. How it happened. I couldn't remember.

One moment I was in the land of waves.

And the other..I was outside the gates of that dreaded village.

My mind was dizzy. My memory was a blur.

My head hurt. My body hurt.

Though what pained me the most..was my heart.

The vague memory I could recall only including stuff like destroying the Hokage building.

'BORUTO STOP IT! '

Kami...

I had never experienced such immense power from my Karma before.

I didn't knew how it was happening .

Did somebody just say my name or something?

I don't know. I didn't care.

Next, everything went black again.

When my vision cleared again, I was walking over several bodies.

'Why...why.. WHY?!WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS?! '

I couldn't understand what they were saying .

Though I felt good. So very good.

Having the Hokage's throat in my hold.

"I.. "

And those were the last words I ever said to my father.

"I.. Hate you. -"

"-Hokage. "

My tears won't stop. I was happy. They were tears of happiness.

Right...?

My hand pierced his chest. He didn't say anything though.

He didn't had the tailed beast's chakra anymore. Hence he couldn't attack me.

But he didn't even tried to defend himself.

As if... As if he accepted this.

Why..?

Why else would he smile at me like that? He knew he was screwed.

The same smile he always showed me. Ever since I was young.

I felt my anger burning my body.

His eyes.

I couldn't see the fear I was yearning for.

He smiled and smiled. Untill the light finally left them.

The next moment. All my senses were coming back.

First my vision cleared. I registered everything around me.

My work here was done.

'BORUTO! '

Next... Came my hearing.

I turned back. My eyes still adjusting to the immense lightbin front of me.

Before I felt something drop inside me.

All of them. My friends. Every single one.

They stood in front of me. Their eyes held nothing but hate.

That was hate. Damn I was right from the very beginning.

She came forward.

Her face drenching with tears. Her sharingan had changed.

Though I didn't cared.

Kawaki held her back. I felt something drop inside me again.

What are you going to do? What CAN you do anymore?

Before they shared a look. I didn't knew what was going on between them all.

She turned to me again. I didn't said a word .

Before she smiled. Her eyes closing as more tears fell from them.

"Thank you... For everything."

I could feel the sarcasm dripping from her voice.

Thanking me for all that I've done to her.

Cause I.. Gave her nothing but pain.

Gave them nothing but trouble.

Memories...

So many of them. Began playing in my head.

'I'll be your right hand man and guard you well dattebasa! '

Why...was I remembering that now of all times.. ?

'I want to become a shinobi like Sasuke-san!'

My eyes became moist.

More memories started flowing through me.

The first time we met.

'My name is Uzumaki Boruto.. Go ahead. Ask me anything dattebasa! '

Mitsuki...

My friends.

The days at the academy. When all we cared about were catching the ghosts of the village.

Shikadai bickering that it was all a drag. Mitsuki saying weird stuff.

Chocho munching and Inojin with his sharp tongue.

Sarada and me were always irritated. Couldn't even stand each others's presence.

Yet.. We cared. I knew she did.

But now that I realize.

It was only one sided.

I thought they all cared.

That they were always right beside me.

Like a rock. Unwavering and strong.

Then...why?

Why not now..? What changed it all?

What changed you all?

She waved some signs I knew too well.

I felt my body heating up suddenly.

" I...

...would never forgive you. "

Ahh. Finally. What I wanted to hear.

The truth.

"I hate Boruto. "

She said. As if all those memories meant nothing.

As if those things never happened.

Before I could even move, my body was suddenly covered in black flames.

My gaze landed on Mitsuki.

He was silent. So very silent. Not the usual calm one.

But a deadly hateful one. A dissapointed one.

And at that moment I'd realized.

Nothing can be fixed anymore. The deed has been done.

Those days would never return. I lost it. I lost them.

It was too late now.

"Amaterasu. "

Her cold voice sent shivers down my spine.

I was sure I'd never see her again.

See them again.

Tears streamed down my face again.

I looked at everyone's faces as my screams muffled under my sobs.

Though no sound came out if my mouth.

Why..?

Finally I was back to my senses completely.

But it was too late now. Too late.

Our eyes met.

Just for a second.

Before the realisation hit me.

"No.. "

Things finally came back to me.

Of what I had done.

'No. I didn't-I could never. NO NO NO NO! '

This time. Yet again.

I couldn't say it.

'Please... I - forgive m-'

Before my vision left me.

It was over. Everything was.. Over now.

I opened my eyes and didn't took me long to realize it.

I had somehow learned the infamous teleportation technique using my jougan.

I didn't moved from my spot.

For 5 straight days. I just stared at the sky. Doing nothing. Eating nothing. Drinking nothing.

Sleep never came to me. And I didn't cared anymore.

It was when the 6th day arrived. That I decided to forget it all.

I would never let another otsutsuki attack the shinobi world.

I would fight them till death.

I remembered my promise. It was the only thing that kept me going.

The only thing driving me to live.

And that's how I spent the next four years of my life.

Completely alone. I lived in the remote areas.

On the very outskirts of farthest lands of all the 5 great nations.

Where no one comes. No news from the outside world. Nothing.

If any Otsutsuki were to invade the planet. I would sense it with my jougan.

Hence not knowing anything didn't bothered me.

Whatever was happening in the village right now. In the 5 great nations right now.

I didn't knew anything. Neither do I care.

They think I'm dead. Atleast they're happy now that I'm gone.

Finally. I could live peacefully.

Though I spoke too soon.

Things changed. Yet again.

The night before I landed here. In this mysterious world.

Blinding light. So very bright. Not to my taste.

And before I could realize, it completely engulfed me.

Leaving no escape. Leaving no trace.

"And when I opened my eyes ,I was at the scientific ninja tool headquarters. That.. was a few days ago. "

Yeah. I needed atleast that much time to collect my thoughts.

I recited the whole tale to the sanin.

It was already dawn. The sun would rise in a matter of minutes.

"I spent some time gathering as much intel as I can . Though at last I found it wiser to visit you instead. "

I didn't tell him everything ofcourse.

The amaterasu...was changed to a fire blast I was somehow trapped in.

I completely removed the part of me killing-anyway.

I too came to know a lot about this place.

Most of them were the same. Just like in my world.

Though few were absolutely different. Infact.. The opposite.

Though the most interesting thing?

I was already dead here.

Apparently, killed by some rogues exactly 5 years ago.

How lucky.

I wish I would've born in this world instead.

There's no sign of Otsutsuki or Kara or Ishiki.

Not even Kawaki.

This world... Was peaceful.

Devoid of any potential threats.

This was heaven.

However, I didn't deserved this heaven.

I can't stay here. I needed to go back to the despair where I belonged to.

I needed to keep my promise till my last breath.

Yes. I needed to find a way. To get answers.

Before anyone could even find the trace of my existence here.

He took in the information I gave him before beginning with his weird talk.

Things like how interesting my story was to him.

How he could've never thought two worlds could collide this way.

His nonsense didn't stopped. I was getting impatient.

"Seems like you don't have anything to tell me afterall. "

He shot a look at me before turning to a drawer of his wierd lab.

"I would've minded my tone if I were you Kid. You're at my place. Completely alone ...and weak. "

I felt something snap in me. My hand automatically drawing out my sword.

"Just tell me if you know how to... How to fix rather you prefer to die? "

A sudden silence filled the room before he turned to me.

His eyes landed on my sword.

"The phenomenon that occurred to you is rather unheard of. "

And they shined. With nothing but interest.

Before he smirked again.

Damn.

He's the same old weird freak, like he was in my world.

"Although.. " He began yet again.

"I've surely heard about some experiment the scientist were carrying out. It was rather top secret." He emphasised on the last word.

Top secret huh.

Though nothing is ever hidden from you is it?

"I would prefer you to investigate -"

" The explosion destroyed the whole area. I found nothing. "

I interrupted before he shot me an impressed, sly look.

"Well done I already assumed that. "

He took out a pen and began scribbling something on the paper.

" you might consider dealing with Katasuke instead. He was the incharge. The only one who had all the intel. "

Shit.

"Uh uh. Can't do that either. " I replied before his eyes landed on me again.

What..?

That old freak was the first person who betrayed me during the chunnin exams.

The moment I saw him. I made sure he never sees anything again.

Then again I was weak. Very weak.

I did knocked him out to near death.

Might as well be a coma.

Hence, it wasn't possible.

"Tell me another way. Quick. "

And he began to laugh. Like he expected everything that left my mouth.

Just how what is he?

"Very well. " Before I could reply, he stretched out the paper to me.

"Removing the above two options. The only people you could turn to-"

My eyes landed on the neat writing.

It was still far enough for me to not be able to read anything.

"-are them. "

Before I could even touch the other end. The lights flickered.

On and off. On and off.

And something inside me was yelling for me to run away.

"I TOLD YOU TO WAIT-"

"OI Listen! -We're on a mission here! -what the-!"

Voices. Very familiar ones.

Shit.

One belonged to Karin hence I didn't cared.

But the other one-

Inojin.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

Did they.. Sensed me?

Impossible.

I made sure my chakra was completely hidden.

Meddling with the people of this world would be the last thing on my list.

Sounds of hurried footsteps coming straight to our direction had me freeze at my spot.

I opened my mouth as the words automatically left.

"I should leav—"

"I said wait-you! -MITSUKI! "

And before I could even blink-

-the damned door was slammed open.

7: A cursed night

...A full moon night it was...

One he could never forget.

The first memory of his life wasn't anything pleasant.

Ever since then he'd always despised the full moon.

A dark room. A broken glass tube.

Something wet... Not like water, a little denser.

Though it felt weird...and gross.

Wires spread like vicious snakes all around his fragile body.

Though the first thing his sunny eyes landed on.

Made him shiver.

Dark Orbs.

A deadly predator looking at his prey.

Ready to eat him alive. Anytime.

Dark and hideous.

His heartbeat went faster. He wished it to be a nightmare.

He wished to wake up right at that moment.

But.

Wake up to what?

What was his reality?

His life? His family?

Who... Was he?

"No need to be scared...Mistuki"

He'd flinched at that cold voice.

Mitsuki..

This was.. His name?

Was this person... The one who abducted him?

"My name is Orochimaru..."

The man had said to him like the most normal thing ever.

Though what came next made the boy almost cry in denial.

"And I'm your parent."

His eyes widened in fear. His heart clenched in fury.

No... He-

-This cannot be his parent.

It was a lie.

He can't have anything to do with this person. With this place.

This cannot be his life. No way.

He was lying.

It wasn't his reality. It couldn't be.

But then again... Who the hell was he anyway?.

How can he deny such a possibility if he wasn't even aware of his actual identity?

He didn't knew. He didn't knew anything.

And since that moment.

The memory stretched. Hours became days. And days became weeks.

He kept hoping for it all to be a lie. Though nothing changed.

He didn't had anything else on him. No memory. No sign.

No trace.

He had to admit it. No matter how much he hated it.

This was his life.

Not like those kids he dreamed of. Playing happily.

Out in the sunny days. Their parents laughing and giggling together .

Not trapped in a dark, damp lab with no life except him and the man claiming to be his parent.

Where he was always experimented.

Where no one would listen to his painful cries.

Where no one would save him.

Thus, at last. He accepted it.

No argument. No questions.

Whatever task left the older man's lips.

He did it without a second thought.

Untill one day.. It changed.

...A full moon night yet again...

A mysterious power surging deep within.

A mission gone wrong.

Two adults facing each other. Both of them equally suspicious.

He didn't knew what side to choose. He only had two options on him.

He tried and tried and tried.

Until his gaze landed on the very reason behind this quarrel.

And he snapped.

Hands automatically moved. Snatching the box from the hands of his own 'older' figure.

As if it contained something precious. Very precious.

Though he didn't knew where he got that idea from. Just a gut feeling maybe.

Which again... Was rare for the boy. Cause he never thinks.

Not for himself atleast.

And far he ran.

His sudden powers increasing his durability to unknown levels.

Untill he finally stopped under the full moon sky.

The cold light showering upon him in dark.

Where he'd opened the box and found the picture .

His picture.

His eyes widened as the corner of his lips stretched.

That... Was the first time he ever smiled.

Because now he knew. He knew absolutely well.

That this very moment.

This very second.

His destiny has been decided .

By his own hands. No less.

He finally found his sun.

"I am Uzumaki Boruto. Go ahead and ask me anything -ttebasa! "

If you ever ask Mitsuki.

His first impression of his sun.

The boy won't say he expected exactly this.

Cause it was nowhere near what he'd imagined.

A young lad desperate for his father's attention.

Tends to take shortcuts and takes everything for granted.

It wasn't that Mitsuki had any doubts.

He just... found the boy way more interesting than he'd comprehended.

The blonde's proudful tone had him thinking deeply.

[lionsvow]

one    of    these    days    i’m    going    to    make    a    huge    meta    post    about    cullen’s    image    and    how    important    it    is    to    him.

[lazywriters-blog]

Yandere scenarios [modern AU]

Includes childe, zhongli, diluc. More to come later..

Warning: May contain triggering content, mentions of kidnapping, implied violence, yandere content. This is purely for entertainment purposes only.

Kinda edited. Apologies for any errors.

𝓒𝓱𝓲𝓵𝓭𝓮 /𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓪𝓰𝓵𝓲𝓪

His family wants him to get married soon, he understands their intentions, but he just wants to enjoy his life and obviously his rebellious statement doesn't go unheard. So they decide it was time to take matters into their own hands, gradually, he starts meeting new peoples, forced to attend weddings with his family, he doesn't particularly mind going to marriages but he does grow tired, in one of these weddings, he meets you. After he successfully managed to escape the deadly clutches of his family and roam around awfully bored by himself, he stumbles across you. Standing with your sister he assumes, smiling and laughing, not caring how boring the event was like himself. For whatever reason, he is interested, very interested. While following you around, he manages to retrieve your name. Hmm maybe his family could help him out.

He lets his parents know that he has taken a liking to someone, of course being as delighted as they were, immediately agreed to ask your hand in marriage, he watches you as his parents and yours speak, his siblings busy clinging to him, he could see how awestruck your sister seemed by the cuteness of his adorable siblings. Too busy calling them over to play, to notice your discomfort. He likes your shyness.

The unfair advantage he gets is delightful. His parents are anything but determined to get you by his side, eventually he knows where you live, how you behave, your unique habits. He takes sick pleasure in seeing your thinly veiled uneasiness, you should be pleased to know he has taken such a huge liking to you, if anything he rejected almost every girl he met. You are a exception.

When he comes to know you rejected him, he can't help but laugh, he's not marrying anyone other than you, he's made that much clear to his parents, he's not giving up on you. Whilst his parents try to persuade him into meeting another woman who is more willing to marry him, he makes it so she hates him, he's done worse than this, this shouldn't cause any trouble.

Clawing his way into your life, he comes to know how many proposals you've had, how many are interested in making you their wife, it truly makes him angry, he likes a good chase, he likes the thrill, so he's gonna enjoy taking down every last one of them. Then you won't have a reason to reject him again. He's going to be the only one you can accept.

Because there's not going to be anyone else left.

"I knew the moment I saw you we were destined to be! You don't believe me? Then how come everyone other than me remain to take your hand and pledge life long loyalty to you? Surely, that's enough proof, is it not?"

𝓩𝓱𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓵𝓲

He works hard for the both of you. His pure little angel, his beautiful wife. His day is instantly brightened when he comes back home from a strenuous day, to see you dressed beautifully, giving him a smile that sends his heart beating and easing his nerves. He truly loves you.

He loves it when you look at him that way, fondly watching him as the both of you sit together to have a peaceful meal, he feels content to know you've come around, those dark days are behind you now, you've become his beautiful spouse, now forever destined to be together till the time comes for your death and his. He's happy to know that his affects weren't in vain, his hardwork has comes to fruition. He can't be more happier than now.

Expect.. now you've become a little.. spiteful.

Have you come to know of his ways? Or are you simply attempting to test him? He knows what he did was for the best, he is aware that you might not understand, but he knows better. You are quite naive, he likes that about you, now when he says it, it is not in the purpose of shaming you, he wants you to know that you simply too fragile to face the world alone, you need him. He is more than happy to aid.

Hugs are a little hard from you, recently, you have managed to leave the house without so much as his consent, he remembers telling you to stay put when he's not around, however, you've rebelled and decided not to heed his word. He's forgiving though, mistakes happen, he just hope's you learn your lesson.

When he comes home, there's no smile, you don't greet him the way you used to, he figures that you are just having one of those days, where you are moody, where you don't feel like doing anything. He trys his best to understand your womanly needs, he does his hardest to adjust for a while. If only your behaviour didn't worsen, he wouldn't have.. extended your time kept in solitary confinement, he needs you to know that your questionable behaviour isn't welcomed.

No matter your struggles or shouts, he will always be there, to make you understand that everything he's doing is to ensure the relationship between you and him isn't threatened.

"How are you feeling now dear? Much better I hope."

𝓓𝓲𝓵𝓾𝓬

Lovely eyes, silky hairs and a timid facade. You smile more often than you are awake, you struggle not when he snakes this arm around your waist, deep in dreamland, peacefully unaware. You softly giggle as he traces his finger across your face, his heart skips a beat, rapidly picking up the pace. You are so much more accepting when you are asleep. You don't react violently. You make such faint sounds while you are slumbering, he can't quite describe how it makes him feel. Your lips are much more tempting. He will not make any moves that might ensure your violent reactions, he must keep his feelings under check.

When sleep does not willing come, he ends up watching you instead, which.. some might find it to be creepy, including yourself, but you don't have to know. Your skin is soft against his fingers, he finds this.. sensation to be quite pleasant.

Perhaps, slipping a sleeping pill into your drink might not be the solution towards your submissiveness, but he.. almost prefers this.

Almost as if you had felt his intentions, you turned away, leaving him to his own thoughts, of course you weren't submissive enough, at least not yet, he knows he shouldn't force it out of you, he can not remain patient forever, he has his limit just as you.

He wonders how long can he suppress this.. unhealthy thoughts.?

He really hopes you can forgive him, because he is going to do something that he knows he's going to regret soon.

"Now open your mouth, I need to get going soon. Don't worry I'll be back before you wake up, what do you mean you don't want it? Dear we've discussed this before.. you are not going to escape like the last time. In order to make sure that doesn't happen, I need to do this. You get it don't you?"

[softxsuki]

I have a request, for Rm it's kinda of Angst, where the reader is a plus size reader, and she moved to south Korea to be with him, after a while she meets his family and they say some harsh things about her, and basically tells him he can do better, and Rm is conflicted so he decides to push away from the reader and one day they get into an agreement, and Rm basically says to her that everyone says I can I do better, finding someone whos better looking but at first I thought they were wrong but now maybe they are right. And the reader is heartbroken and she leaves and doesn't talk to him for a while until one day he comes and shows up to her work begging for forgiveness and she blows him off until one day where he shows up at her door with flowers and saying he's not leaving until they talk it out.

Chubby!Reader’s Meets Namjoon’s Parents (Gone Wrong)

 Pairing: Namjoon x Chubby!Reader / Fem!Reader

Warnings: Angst, not really a happy ending, depression (kinda), self-deprecating thoughts, low-self esteem, some suggestive wording (idek)

Genre: Angst LOL

Post-Type: Oneshot

Word Count: 3.2k (longest one yet)

Summary: In which you go to meet your boyfriend, Namjoon’s parents for the first time, but things don’t go according to plan. His parents don’t approve of you because of your weight, and Namjoon’s wording upsets you. This leads to an argument along with some realizations on your part. 

[A/N: Thank you anon for the request, I’m sorry it took so long! Also guys, don’t hate me NDJAEKF, IK this took me FOREVER to write. I’ve been so lazy and just had a lack of motivation to be honest. I had this whole oneshot planned out, but my brain wasn’t working with me to write it all out. Sorry :(. I was thinking of ending this off happily, BUTTTTTT if this ever happened to me, I wouldn’t give the guy my time of day. Ladies, gentlemen, and anyone inbetween, DO NOT, go back to any man, woman, etc, if they do something like this to you. You deserve the world. Also, I’m sure Namjoon’s parents are lovely people, I’m sorry I had to write them as being so toxic. Sorry Joonie. Love you bub :/. Hope you guys enjoy! I’m going to Georgia tomorrow so I’m going to try an use my free time there to write out a few more requests. I won’t be able to post them until I get back home though because there’s no wifi there :((. Have a wonderful rest of your day!] 

P.S: THIS MAN WOULD NEVER DO THIS. HE’S TOO RESPECTFUL <3

“Think of your future kids, Joonie. Don’t you want a healthy mother so your future children will also be healthy and grow up well?” you overhear Namjoon’s mother say to him after pulling him aside to talk to him in private. 

You were currently at Namjoon’s parents house after he had wanted to introduce you to his mother and father. You had been nervous the whole drive there, knowing that you weren’t born in Korea so they may not accept you; that along with your body being the opposite of the Korean beauty standards, weighed on your mind. 

You knew in your heart that his parents wouldn’t like you, but Namjoon insisted that they would in fact like you--boy was he wrong. 

It started as soon as you arrived to their house and Namjoon introduced you as his girlfriend. His mother instantly scanned you up and down with judgemental eyes, making you want to shrivel up into yourself so no one could see you anymore. Namjoon had placed his hand on your lower back to guide you into the house as his mother made no attempts of inviting you in. 

The rest of the night wall is full of awkward silence and tense conversations, mostly between Namjoon and his parents. His mother and father hardly spoke to you that night. You could hardly finish the food his mother had cooked due to the nerves in your stomach that things weren’t going as smoothly as your boyfriend had said they would.

You were glued to his side the whole night, just wanting to go back home where you felt safe. 

The night led to where you were now, sitting on the couch as you heard his mother say those words to him. Those words rang in your head, healthy mother...healthy mother? You were fuming at her words, but also disappointed that his parents refused to look at you as a person but instead made assumptions and opinions about you based on your appearance alone. 

You didn’t even give your boyfriend a chance to respond to his mother’s words. You got to your feet from the couch and entered the kitchen where they were speaking.

“Thank you for having me. It was nice to meet you. Joon, I’ll wait for you outside,” you said with a bow, before spinning on your heels and making your way out the house, trying your best to hold back your tears.

Be strong Y/N. It’s only the first time you met them. You can probably win them over one day. It’s okay. There’s nothing wrong with you.

You took a few deep breaths to calm yourself down and leaned against Namjoon’s car to wait for him. 

A few more minutes had passed with you looking up, admiring the starry night sky, before Namjoon finally came out to join you. 

“Shall we head back?” he asks you hesitantly.

“Mhm.”

The car ride back is tense and silent aside from his blinker clicking whenever he uses it. (Yes Namjoon can drive here. It’s fine LOL)

After a while, you hear your boyfriend sigh behind the wheel.

“Y/N,” he starts while keeping his eyes on the road and tapping his fingers on the steering wheel, “Did you hear what my mother said?”

You cross your arms across your chest and move your attention to the passing scenery outside the window.

“Yeah.”

“I’m sorry you had to hear that. I didn’t think she’d have a problem with you honestly…” he trails off.

“It’s fine. I know I’m not the ideal girl she probably had in mind for you. I can still try to win her over though,” you try your best to smile despite the stinging in your chest.

“About that...look, you know I love you. I’ve loved you since we first talked and I will always love you Y/N. Please know that, but I think I just need a while to think about this. My parents are important to me and their opinions matter to me. I want them to be happy for me and proud of me,” he announces and steals a glance at your face.

Your head snaps in his direction at his words that you didn’t expect to hear. 

“What? Did you say what I think you said?” you ask, “Please tell me I didn’t just hear that correctly, or I swear Joon.”

“I know it’s not what you want to hear, but I just need a few days to think things over, you know?”

“No, actually. I don’t know. You say you love me, but you have to think things through? Think what through exactly? Whether to keep me around or not? What the hell Namjoon?” you fumed while running your hands through your hair. 

He was silent again, trying to think of what to say in response to your building anger. 

“I’m not breaking up with you right now, I just need to think about what my mother said and about my future. Please Y/N,” he sighs.

“You need to think over your mother’s opinion of me not being good enough for you because I’m fat. Their whole ‘reason’ for hating me is because I’m not skinny or ‘healthy’ as they put it. They didn’t even give me a chance to show them what kind of person I am. They ignored me the whole night and came to a conclusion for you based on my appearance. In what way does that seem fair to you, huh?” you had tears coming down your face at this point, from your hurt and frustration at his parents and at him.

“Y/N please...you’re putting me in an uncomfortable position. You know I love y-”

“Shut up. You can’t possibly be saying that to me right now. If you LOVED me, then you wouldn’t hurt me just because your parents don’t like me--for a stupid reason might I add. Just stop the car. I’ll walk home from here,” you huff and fold your arms in front of your chest once again.

“I’m not dropping you off in the middle of nowhere Y/N. I’ll take you home--I just need some time to think this over.”

“I can’t believe this,” you laugh to yourself in frustration, “Think all you want, but I’ll make this as easy as possible for you Namjoon since you can’t choose between your girlfriend, who has done nothing wrong, and your judgmental parents (yikes). We’re done. Now stop the car, before I jump out.”

“Y/N don’t make any rash de-”

“I said stop the car!” you scream at him

He sighs in defeat, but stops the car anyway, not wanting you to get hurt by jumping out of a moving car. You waste no time in opening the door and rushing out, slamming the door closed behind you.

He follows after you, exiting the vehicle on his own side and calling after you.

“Y/N please, it’s already dark, it’s dangerous to be out this late,” he says, reaching out and grabbing ahold of your arm.

You yank your arm out of his grip and move away from him.

“Don’t touch me. You don’t get to care about me now, when you’re not even thinking about my own feelings in the process. Leave or I’ll scream bloody murder,” you spin around again and walk off a little faster trying to get as far away as possible from him as you could.

You can hear him grunt in frustration, banging his fist against the hood of his car before jumping in and racing off. When he’s finally out of sight, you let your tears freely fall. You can hardly see in front of you from the tears blurring your vision. 

A car horn jolts you back onto your butt, and you hear a man yelling at you to watch where you’re going. 

The rest of the walk home, which luckily wasn’t too far as Namjoon had almost arrived at your place before you told him to stop, was tiring as silent tears continued to fall down your face.

It wasn’t until you arrived at your complex and took the elevator up to your apartment, and closed the door behind you, when you finally sank to the ground and let your floodgates burst open. Loud, anguised sobs left your mouth as you hit your chest repeatedly from the new heartbreak. You couldn’t believe how the night turned out for the worst.

You felt like an idiot crying on your apartment building floor over a man. The man you loved who you had moved halfway across the globe for, thinking that the two of you would be there for each other forever. But now having broke-up with Namjoon, you felt alone in your tiny apartment, alone in this country that wasn’t yours. 

“Why did you leave your life behind for a man?” you grumble to yourself as your tears die down, “You should have never come here Y/N.”

You almost felt like laughing at it all, there was no way this was really happening. You knew you weren’t the “ideal” skinny that was deemed beautiful in South Korea, but you never really hated your body. Namjoon always made you feel beautiful in your own skin whenever he had the chance to. He’d kiss every inch of your body and caress you, claiming each piece of you as his. You’d always felt loved by him--except for tonight.

This was the first time you had ever been hurt emotionally, or at all by Namjoon. Before meeting him online, you used to beat yourself up emotionally about your appearance--it was your worst insecurity that had now come rushing back into your mind.

“Why can’t you just lose the weight? Why is it so hard for you?” you yell in the mirror at yourself  after finally getting up from the ground, “This wouldn’t have happened if you just lost the stupid weight before; stupid stupid stupid. Look at you, now you’re all alone.”

You fed yourself these lies for a few hours, letting them sink into your heart and soul, damaging every fiber of your being that Namjoon had once patched up. You were almost shocked at how quickly you managed to believe all the negative thoughts about yourself after months of feeling beautiful in your skin. 

That night you cried yourself to sleep, with many other thoughts screaming inside your head.

The next few days were spent with you holed up in your room, refusing to feed yourself, and crying until you’d knock out again. On the third day of your hiding from the world, you heard knocks on your door. It was Namjoon--the person you really didn’t want to see at all anymore.

Namjoon had tried calling you every day, multiple times a day after the argument, but you ignored all of his calls, and even blocked his number. You could hear Namjoon’s voice yelling from the other side of the door, so you continued to ignore him. You didn’t have the energy to yell for him to go away.

That was until he threatened to break the door down if you didn’t open it. Not wanting to have to pay for a new door, you forced yourself out of bed and dragged yourself to the front door and opened it. You peeked your head out, not wanting to let him in.

“What do you want?” you grumble to him, almost wanting to cry again for the nth time just by seeing his face, but you swallowed your tears down, not wanting to cry in front of him.

“Why haven’t you picked up the phone? I was worried that something happened to you,” he sighed in relief after seeing that you were alive at least.

“Well I’m alive, goodbye,” you go to close the door again, but he blocks it with his foot.

“Move,” you say to him.

“Please Y/N let me explain myself. I’m sorry, I just need time to-”

“We aren’t together anymore Namjoon. You are NOT my boyfriend. You don’t need to worry about me anymore. Strangers don’t worry about each other,” you tell him, trying to kick his foot out from the door.

“Please, Y/N, I love-”

“Shut the hell up. You have no right to say that to me. I’m hurt right now. I don’t need you here to make things worse for me, now leave before I call the police,” you scream at him, finally managing to remove his foot from the door and slam it closed while locking it behind you.

Your heart was thumping in your chest from the interaction. You still craved for him in your heart and missed him dearly after being holed up in your room for the past few days, but you knew you couldn’t give in that easily. 

After that encounter with your ex, weeks passed and Namjoon would frequently stop by in hopes that you would open the door, but you ignored him every time. 

You had managed to drag yourself back onto your feet and pull yourself back out from that depressing hole that made you feel comfortable; you were the only person you could rely on now. You couldn’t bear to see yourself moping around for a man anymore. 

The next day, you had gone to work after taking a few days off (finally, you go girl!), but after work you saw Namjoon outside waiting for you. You tried to sneak past him without being caught, but he called your name as soon as he saw you. He looked horrible, with bags under his eyes, stubble around his chin and upper lip; he wasn’t well put together like he normally was. 

You paid him no mind and simply walked past him, ignoring his pleas for you to hear him out, you hopped into a cab and went to your apartment.

A few days later, he shows up again, but this time to your apartment. Frustrated, you open the door with a heave. 

“How many times do I have to tell you to leave me alone? We are done. D-o-n-e, done. Stop stalking me.”

Ignoring your words, he pulls out a bouquet of beautiful flowers from behind him and offers them to you, “Please Y/N. Please forgive me, give me a chance to explain myself. I’m not leaving until you hear me out, please,” he begged.

“By all means, stay out there for as long as you’d like. But the landlord will kick you out so wait in front of the building if you’re that desperate,” and once again you slammed the door in his face. 

You look outside your window and see him take a seat outside your building. You roll your eyes but move back into your room to pack your bags, getting ready for a huge trip that you hoped would clear your mind and help you discover yourself a little better.

Later that evening after you finished packing and booking your plane ticket, you finally sit down on your sofa and went to turn the TV on to relax, when you heard a crack of lightning outside along with the pelting of rain. Subconsciously, you walk over to your window and look at the entrance of your building where to your amazement, you see Namjoon sat on the building's front steps, getting soaked by the pouring rain. He had to be hungry by now and sitting out all night in the freezing rain would get him sick.

“Idiot…” you mumble to yourself while you run to grab your raincoat, slip your shoes on by the door, and rush out of your apartment to him.

When you reach the front door to your building, you open the door and still see Namjoon sitting there. 

“Namjoon, go home. It’s raining cats and dogs out here, you’re going to get sick.”

“No, I told you I’m not leaving until you hear me out,” he mumbles without ever looking your way.

You end up agreeing to hear him out because you do still care for him and you don’t want him getting sick or struck by lightning so you lead him back into the building and into your apartment.

You let him shower and give him some clothes that he left at your place that you couldn’t find in you to throw away. 

He joins you on the couch and the both of you sit in silence. You know you need to tell him about you leaving, but you did agree to hear him out, so you do.

“Well go on, talk.”

He explains everything--from his close bond with his family, to his past relationships. He even explains the Korean beauty standards that are so outdated that he hates, but that his parents still believe in. 

You listen to him without interrupting and understand. You know that family is very important in South Korea, and you knew he cared about you since he had always made you feel loved despite your own insecurities, but having him break your heart because of these horrible norms...you couldn’t just forget that. 

“I understand Namjoon. But look, this whole breakup made me realize some things about myself. When we got together, you only patched up the horrible feelings I had about myself. I was surprised by how quickly those negative feelings managed to come back to my head. I think I just need some time to myself to really learn to love me for who I am, despite what others think about me, and without the help of a man. I need to rely on myself for once,” you explain to him, too nervous to look him in the eyes. 

“I understand. That sounds like a great idea. If that’s what you think is best for you, then you should definitely do that,” he agrees.

“With that being said,” you pause for a moment to gather your courage, “I’m leaving. I’m going back home, and then I’m going to travel around for a while.”

You finally look up to see Namjoon’s face and he looks shocked. 

“Will you come back?”

“I don’t know…”

The both of you sit in silence for a while. After a few moments, Namjoon places his face in his hands, and sighs.

“Gosh, I’ve really done it this time,” he mumbles under his breath then looks back up at you with teary eyes, “I’ll miss you, but I know you think this is best for you. I’ll do some thinking of my own as well. Please unblock my number though, I promise I won’t call you unnecessarily, I just need to know that I’ll be able to reach you.”

“Thank you. I will, I promise,” you smile sadly at him, glad that he wasn’t giving you a hard time about leaving. 

“Will I ever see you again?” he asks with hopeful eyes as he grabs your hand.

This time you allow him to hold your hand, just this once. Because you don’t know when you’ll feel his touch again.

“I hope so,” you whisper with teary eyes. 

For the rest of the night, the both of you talk amongst yourselves, share some last kisses, despite your break-up, and fall asleep in each other's arms.

The next morning was your flight and Namjoon drove you to the airport, where you both bid your farewells.

“Until next time,” you whisper in his ear as he hugs you, his strong arms wound around your waist.

“Until next time,” he repeats, and leaves one last kiss to your cheek as you walk away from him.

This is for the best, you think to yourself as you walk to your terminal gate, refusing to look back. 

To new beginnings.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN :D

Posted: 8/15/2021

[raphael-angele]

I feel angsty again

Damian being $u!©ida| Headcanons

Damian gets kidnapped while in civ mode but he's in that state of mind. Kidnapper's about to call in a ransom and Damian (in a drugged state) starts to rant but doesn't realize his comms are on.

Damian: It's not gonna work.

Kidnapper: Shut up. *About to call*

Damian: Who are you gonna call? GCPD? Sure, maybe they'll care...maybe...

Kidnapper: I said shut up.

Damian: Who are you gonna tell them to give it to? My father? He's too busy. He might look like someone who'll prioritize this but I know he'll deal with everything else before he deals with getting me back. My brothers don't care about me. They've got their own thing going. They don't enough about me to try and get me back. Don't even get me started on Drake. If anything, he'll be happy with me gone. So if you think you can get money out of taking me, you're wrong. You'll only be doing them a favor if you kill me. It's not exactly a win-win. You get your money, I'm back with them, still unwanted. Or you don't get your money, I die. It'll be finished if you just kill me now. Or you wait for your money, if they ever do give it, and then kill me.

Damian sometimes finding himself on high buildings or on bridges during patrol and just looking down, like he wants to jump.

He would dissociate and when he comes to, he finds himself bleeding or injured and he'd just sleep it off.

No one notices or, they do snd just do nothing about it. Like, they'd ask each other, "Have you noticed Damian-" and they'd just shrug it off cuz, "It's Damian".

"I had all and then most of you, some and now none of you."

This went on for weeks to the point where he stopped patrolling and when asked something, he'd ignore it and leave. They don't do anything about it.

After the attempt that was almost successful, they yelled at him. He said nothing and just ignored them, as if he hears nothing. He asked one of the nurses treating him that he didn't want any visitors, family or otherwise.

When he was discharged from the psych ward, Bruce tried to pick him up but he didn't even acknowledge his presence. Bruce tried to escort him to the car but Damian just walked off and acted as if no one was there. He walked home by himself with Bruce tailing him from behind.

When they got home, Damian just went straight to his room, ignoring the people who greeted him and tried to talk to him. In his room, he was curled up in bed with Titus and Alfred the Cat.

He didn't eat for a long time. He didn't talk for a long time. He only drank water and ate biscuits. And only communicated with glances and looks.

When they finally confront him, and basically yelling and begging him to tell them why he's so distant, he breaks and starts talking back.

"Don't be hypocritical. You're just begging for answers so you'll try and get me to like you again. But what's the point of earning my trust again if I know that it'll fade away again eventually. So spare the hospital fees of getting me treated. If you don't, this will happen over and over and over till you've had enough. You'll get tired and it wont be a big deal anymore. If you had just been a little bit more patient, you would've gotten used to my silence and you wouldn't even notice if I was there...which means you wouldn't even notice if I wasn't. So just stop"

They don't stop and keep on trying to apologize and earn his forgiveness for neglecting him. One day, they all get together to try and give him something special. Damian catches them in the act.

Damian: You want to make it all better?

Dick: Absolutely.

Damian: Fine. Only father can make the request come true. And all the rest of you can do is to let me.

Bruce: What is it, Damian? Anything.

Damian: I wanna go back to Mother.

Everyone falls silent and tries to interject, trying to get Bruce to not do it. But Bruce just asks him when he wants to go. Everyone is speechless. Damian says as soon as possible. Bruce tells him he'll get in touch with her as soon as he can. Damian thanks him and leaves. Everyone starts yelling at Bruce but he does nothing.

Bruce does call Talia. When he ends the call, he cries, knowing how much he fucked up. Everyone realizes too.

When Talia picks him up, his final words are, "Forget about me. Forget about the last 5 years. They never happened. You never knew I existed. You're smart, so you should know that that's the best course of action. You'll forget what happened all these years, but I never will."

Sorry, guys. I'm in a really bad place with my mental health right now. This happens every now and then. We can't control these kinds of thoughts. We can't always have good times.

Please take care of yourselves, please don't be afraid to talk to those who you can. It's fine to show weakness.

I'm not fine. Just a moment of weakness.

[dragon-kazansky]

Dangerous | Helmut Zemo

AU! Race car driver Zemo 😎

Gender neutral reader

Collage by @realremyd

I AM ONCE AGAIN SORRY

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Part 9

When Zemo got to the bar, there was no one there. He had gone inside looking for you, had asked all the staff when he couldn't see you there. He began to panic when they told him you had left a while ago.

Rushing back outside, he looked left and right rapidly. He saw no one. He got back into his car and drove. He would drive all night if he had to. He just had to find you.

He kept trying to call you, but you wouldn't pick up. At some point you turned your phone off, which just made him worry all the more.

Pietro Maximoff.

He hadn't heard that name in years. What happened back then had always hung over him like a dark cloud, but it had been so long since anyone had ever said that name to him.

He had to explain. You needed to know what happened. If Zemo lost you, what would be the point? How could he race without his lucky charm? He couldn't let this get between you both.

He felt horrible lying to you. There was so much he hadn't told you, but he had never wanted you to find out like this. He should have been honest from the start.

Zemo could only imagine what you were thinking. What must you think of him now?

How long had been driving? He had no idea. He hadn't found you yet. It was becoming harder and harder to keep up his facade. He wanted to yell, scream, punch something.

Everything was falling apart.

The only place he hadn't checked was home. He had no idea how you would have got there, the walk being too far, but it's all he had left.

He makes the drive back.

His grip on the steering wheel was tight. He was full of worry, anger, regret.

He pulls up to the house, but all the lights are off and there is no sign of life. He has the key for the door, there's no way you have got in. He looks down the path to the garage, it looks undisturbed. The garage is locked up tight.

You're not here.

His phone rings.

Zemo scrambles for the device, nearly dropping it from how bad his hands had begun to shake. He looks at the screen, but is left disappointed. It's not you.

James Barnes

He answers it.

"Whatever it is better be important. I have urgent business to attend to." Zemo is surprised by how level he can keep his voice right now.

"I'd say this is important."

"Well, what is it?"

"I bumped into Y/N on my way home. It's only because of Sam I was able to recognize them."

"Where are they?" He asks, almost urgently.

"On the last train home for the night. Zemo, what the Hell happened? They were hysterically upset. I swear I'll kick your ass if you did something stupid."

"It wasn't something I did. Were they alone?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Y/N had gone to meet someone. A wicked young woman who I may run over if I see her," he hisses down the phone.

"I didn't see anyone else."

"I have to go."

Zemo hangs up. He has to go to you, but first, he has to meet with Stark. The only way that nasty little woman could have known about that incident is if Stark had told her.

Tony Stark had been there that day.

Zemo gets into his car and he drives. He drives like a man on a mission. He doesn't care how late it is, Tony Stark will see him tonight.

If Zemo loses you, he will never forgive himself. He will never forgive Tony Stark.

He will never race again.

The lights are on at Stark's homebase. Zemo spends a few minutes parked outside looking at the window. The curtains were drawn, but movement could be seen vaguely behind them.

He gets out and marches up to the door. He knocks harshly.

In the seconds before the opening of the door, many thoughts flashed through Zemo's mind. He had no idea what would happen here tonight, all he did know was that Tony Stark was a cruel man who wanted to ruin everything good in his life.

Zemo had been beyond lucky they even let him race again after what happened.

The door opens. Stark stands there.

The way he looks at Zemo, it pisses him off. He stands with his chin up, head held high, looking down at Zemo. He knows why the Baron is here. He had anticipated his visit.

"What a surprise," Tony says, no emotion to his voice.

"What have you done?'

"What I had to." Tony walks away, leaving the door open. He walks over to his alcohol cabinet and pours himself a drink. Zemo steps inside, glaring daggers at the man. His hands clenched into fists as he grinds his jaw.

"That was six years ago."

"It still happened."

"You know it wasn't my fault."

Tony stands, drink in hand, looking at his rival. Here was a man who had been broken once before, and stands broken again. Stark did you a favour. Zemo wouldn't be here now if you had gone back to him after that, so he can only assume you left.

"You are the reason that kid is dead. Everyone knows it."

Zemo shakes his head.

"You are the reason people see me as a murderer. I did nothing to you. That, out there, is competition. We play the game by the rules and we play fair. At least, we're suppose to. I do not like your dirty tricks, Stark."

Tony doesn't move. He stands there, still.

"I was lucky they even let me race again, but even luckier when Y/N came into my life. You are taking away everything I hold dear, piece by piece. You are ruining me."

"You ruined yourself when you took up racing," Tony says, coldly.

"You just can't let it go, can you? You don't like that I am better than you."

Tony doesn't reply.

Zemo takes slow, careful steps toward Tony. His eyes, glazed with tears, do not look away from his gaze. He only stops when he is directly in front of him.

"If I lose Y/N, you will never hear the end of this. You're cruelty knows no bounds, Stark. I fell so very sorry for Miss Potts. How can she be so fond of a man like you who turns careers and flaunts around with other women. Does your little bird know you are a heartless bastard?"

"You don't scare me, Zemo."

"Not yet, I don't."

Zemo grabs the glass from Stark's hand, throws it at the wall behind him, and then marches away.

He has to see you.

By the time he reaches your town, it's about one on the morning. Though there is the chance you're sleeping, he is here and he will takes his chances.

He knocks on your door.

There are no sounds, no sign of movement, but there is a light which he can see under your door.

You're home.

"Y/N." His accent is heavier than usual, wavered by emotion. He leans up against the door, ear pressed against it.

You're there.

He knows you're there, listening.

"I'm sorry," he says, "I'm sorry I didn't tell you about me. Pietro Maximoff died in a terrible accident. His car malfunctioned. It was an accident that turned into a case because someone decided to ruin my career."

He waited, wanted to see if you would say anything.

You didn't.

"I have raced before. I won on my first race. I won again, the second. A racing star, they called me. That was the first time Tony Stark had lost. Suddenly, he had competition. Real competition. Before, he would leave everyone in the dust, winning over and over again. Then I showed up. After my second win, he had my car checked. He was furious because it was legal. He assumed I had altered it against the rules because there was no way his cars would lose. Then that happened."

He hears you move. You're right behind the door.

"Pietro Maximoff was a crazy good driver. Apparently he was awed by me. I told him if he crossed the line that day, I would tutor him. We made a deal. However, his car malfunctioned after the third turn. He drove head first into the barrier, full speed. His car caught fire. He was alone. It took too long for the team to reach him. He died on impact, they say. He was dead whether they got to him or not."

He sighs, hand resting up against the door.

"I did not tamper with his car. I did not kill that boy. Tony Stark made them believe I did with no evidence to prove it. I was found not guilty of attempted murder, but I was disqualified from racing up until I finally made an appeal. This season is my first racing season in 6 years."

He waits.

He hears shuffling, but nothing else.

"You have to believe me. If I lose you too... i have nothing left."

Nothing.

You don't say anything. The door does not open. He steps back in defeat. He doesn't know what else he can do, what else he can say.

Except, "If you still hold feelings for me, then please be at the next race. If you come, I'll know you'll forgive me. I know you'll still love me. If you don't, then I will never bother you again. I'll know that I have ruined everything and I will live with that regret until the day I die."

He takes a deep breath and steps away further.

"I love you. I want you to know that. I love you."

You cry silently as you listen to him walk away. It's not until you're sure he has gone when you let your cries out.

On your coffee table sat your laptop. As soon as you got home, you had been researching what had happened that day.

There was no evidence.

Just articles and speculation.

The fact that you even believed for a moment he had killed a young man like that made you sick. How horrible of a person could you be?

Helmut deserved someone better than that.

He has spent so many years living with a tragic accident over him, and you hadn't even talked to him about it.

You felt awful.

You spent most of the night heartbroken. Sleep eventually paid you a visit, but it was hardly restful. You just woke up in pain.

Race day was coming fast.

What were you going to do?

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[maryroses]

Kono Oto Tomare! and Redemption

SPOILERS up to Kono Oto Tomare! Chapter 107

For the most part I've been writing about Uzuki's motivations and failure through a lens of "what could have been." Let's talk about what actually happened and KOT's theme of redemption.

Is Uzuki relatable? Sure. I know I've had my fair share of friendships that moved on so seamlessly without me before I was ready for the change. You do feel left behind. That's where the understanding ends though, because Uzuki responds in probably the most selfish way possible. He doesn't see Chika as a human being, he sees him more like...a coping mechanism that he can bend into shape for his own comfort and benefit. He has the advantages to at least attempt this.

Is it justified? No. Is he forgivable? He's not getting any forgiveness from me any time soon.

But can he be redeemed? Well, anyone should try to move forward once they've realized their wrongdoings. It's not the same thing as forgiveness though, and I love a good story that makes that distinction. I actually think KOT does this pretty well already, particularly with Chika himself.

You could say that most KOT characters aren't their best when they first appear, and grow to be better. For Chika specifically, this goes hand in hand with a message to be careful with your judgements of others. Even more than that though, I think KOT shows you can't always be perfect when it comes to that, and that's okay. That's why I think a nuanced term for this theme is CHANGE. Be open to change within yourself and within others!

But despite everything in Chika's story that shows he doesn't deserve his reputation, he has done bad things. KOT allows us to see him wrestle with this fact. In the beginning, Chika struggles with how he damaged a koto during a tantrum. From a writing standpoint, this choice of focus is very strong, because he did that on his own. The gang wasn't there pressuring him (I get the sense that Chika had to project his toughness and fighting skills to survive those gang days). Chika's internal fight also stays contained within himself, the public opinion isn't really part of his motivations.

Placing Chika's backstory/big bad arc so much later in the story keeps Chika's fight focused on his movement forward. When he accomplishes something, we feel he's earned it. We also see through his interactions with other characters why he always prevails against his reputation. He's just a good boy! By the time the backstory comes along, you can see these good traits within him even back then. So it makes sense that his fight forward in the present is so earnest.

Back to Uzuki, his backstory isn't really like that. He always has this strange atmosphere around him. When he says he wants to destroy everything, he says he doesn't ever actually do it because the fallout would be "troublesome." He tells Momoya he can't wish for Chika's happiness like the club does. He's kinda impersonal.

So Uzuki doesn't have much in him so far that would make a redemption feel natural when taking into account his entire character. He'd have to show commitment to starting fresh. I've said before that I don't want a redemption for him, and I still think that would be interesting. I don't think literally everyone in KOT should follow the "change" theme. However, I am interested in how this thread will continue for Momoya. Will it be an arc with just them so Chika can move on in peace?

[scorpionyx9621]

I Hope Hopeless Changes Over Time: A Red Hood and Batman Fic

*Source of the image I found off of Pintrest. I tried to find the original artist but the link on Pintrest led to a dead Tumblr account. If anyone wants to find/point out the account to me so I can give proper credit to the artist please please do.*

I wanted to make a fic based on an ask I did from the lovely @dilfbatman about Jason and Bruce. I hope people enjoy this mini-fic that I've expanded upon.

TW: Blood, Physical Assault, Suicide Ideation, Swearing. Bruce being a shitty father but trying. Jason having demons 

3.75K words. 

Bruce was uneasy about Jason staying over at the Wayne Mansion. Even with other members of the family around. Jason has done so much wrong and has hurt so many people. However, at the end of the day, Jason still is his son. So when he gets a call from Jason in a hushed voice asking Bruce to stay the night. He hesitated for a second, but acquiesced, Jason was nothing if not independent, so to be asking Bruce outright to stay at the Wayne Manor meant something was wrong.

"Master Jason wouldn't reach out to any of us unless something was gravely wrong, Master Wayne." Alfred had reassured Bruce, who was staring absentmindedly at the glass case which housed Jason's old Robin costume. The costume that Jason had died in. Bruce always tried to repress the memory of holding his son's cold, lifeless body. The pain he felt from losing his parents burned in his heart as an everlasting stab wound. But the pain from losing Jason, his son, it was too much to bare.

"I'd be welcoming to Master Jason, but keep your distance. Master Damian is spending the night at Jon Kent's house, Master Richard is in Blüdhaven, and Master Timothy is with the Teen Titans tonight. I'll rest assured Jason doesn't try anything to harm you. But don't try to encourage a confrontation." Alfred explained. He always seemed to understand Jason to a tee after he came back to life.

"I don't know how you do it Alfred, you can read the boy like a book." Bruce had retorted. Cocking a half-smile to the man who raised him since his parents died.

"Master Wayne, Master Jason wears his heart on his sleeve. He always has. And one of the reasons why you two fight constantly is because, for as terrific as a detective you are, you are horrifically inept in reading the emotions of your children." Alfred had stated, those words bit Bruce. He wasn't expecting such sharp words from Alfred. "We failed Master Jason. And he's hurt, he's been hurt for years because of it. However he keeps choosing to come back and try and trust again. We needn't come at him with accusations of ulterior motives, but we should be supportive." Alfred stated.

"But cognizant of what Jason is capable of." Bruce added back. Jason may need help, but he's still dangerous. He has tried to kill Bruce and the rest of the Robins multiple times. He wants to trust Jason and warm up to him again. But the man who wears the Red Hood and stalks the streets of Gotham killing those he deems criminals is not his son anymore.

Alfred and Bruce greeted Jason as he walked in the large double doors of the Wayne Manor. The first thing Bruce noticed was the dark circles under Jason's eyes. It seemed as if the man hadn't slept in days. Jason was wearing sweatpants and a fitted black wife beater, accentuating his muscles. Jason would have looked more intimidating had his body language not suggested he was as disheveled as he was, physically and mentally.

"Thanks Alfred." Jason had said meekly towards the butler. He took one step into the mansion and looked at Bruce. Bruce noticed as soon as Jason's eyes met his, his tired irises contorted into anger. His lips pursed downwards but Jason chose not to say anything. Instead just walking past Bruce pretending not to acknowledge him.

"Master Jason, you will be staying in the guest suite on the main floor. I've already prepped everything for your arrival. Please make yourself at home." Alfred had said. Jason just shook is head as he headed towards the hallway leading the guest suite. Bruce didn't notice it immediately but the stench Jason had emitted stung in the air. It smelled like stale liqour and body oder. It seems Jason hadn't bathed in days. Bruce had wanted to say something but chose not to.

The evening went by quietly enough. Jason had taken a shower and changed into another fitted wife beater but still sported a tired energy about him. Alfred had put together a beef pot roast for dinner with red potatoes, carrots, onions, and celery over garlic mashed potatoes. A favorite dish of Jason's. The three of them ate quietly as Bruce continued to size up his son. He was conflicted. At one point he saw the man who blew up the head of a Gotham security force member with a torture decide he had created. On the other hand, he saw the boy who would beg for Bruce to buy him more books after he finished the maximum amount a library card would allow for a week in the span of 3 days. The son who told him being Robin gave him magic.

The dinner ended as it began. With awkward silence and the father-son duo eyeing each other. One with cautious trepidation and the other with abject hate. Bruce had decided not to go on patrol tonight as he felt he needed to be at the manor should anything happen while Jason was here. An uneasy sense of dread built over Bruce as he had said good night to Jason as the two passed by each other in the halls. Jason simply spat 'Bitch' at Bruce and walked into the bedroom. Bruce had been bad with other people's emotions, but something didn't sit right with the way Jason was carrying himself. He had decided to stay up tonight regardless. A sense came over him after being sworn at by Jason. A sense he hadn't felt in a long time. He felt as though his son needed help.

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"You're a monster"

"Jason is a murderer"

"Stay away from Jason, he'll kill you."

"No one wants you around, Todd"

"You're just a good guy trying to be bad"

"This is the kid you had to replace me with as Robin? Bruce he's pathetic."

"I can't believe my daughter wasted the Lazarus Pit on a miserable failure like you."

"Maybe I'd be better off dead"

Jason tossed and turned. It's been days. He couldn't get the voices out of his head. Those whispery, moany voices that taunted and tormented him. He knew it was a result of the Lazarus Pit. Ever since Roy died and everyone left him the voices started taunting him again. He tried everything he could to get the voices to stop. He drank, he read, he worked out, he did everything he could. The only way the voices became quiet were when he was beating the ever-loving shit out of some criminals. This was not the mindset Jason had wanted. He wanted to go back to being supported by Bruce, the man who betrayed him. He knew that Bruce was weak. He couldn’t kill the Joker because of his weakness. 

Jason got up and walked over to the connecting bathroom to the suite that he was staying in. He went to the sink and splashed some cold water on his face. Against his better judgement, Jason looked up to the figure he saw in the mirror. He took note of his jawline, his face, his green eyes, his muscles.. but one thing that caught his eye was the fucking skunk streak of hair at the top of his head. The physical reminder of his dip in the Lazarus Pit. He had just re-dyed the spot not two days ago and it already came back. He did everything he could to try to hide the streak. It’s what he hated most about his new body. The pit wiped away all of the scars he had on his body. And any new fresh scar or wound would just fade in a matter of moments due to the effects of the pit. The only thing that ever stayed was that damned streak. 

Jason had nothing but disgust and contempt for the man he saw in the mirror, which, ironically, was himself. 

“You’re just using the sarcasm to hide your hatred.” 

“It’s your fault that everyone hates you.” 

“Killing the sick of the masses to save those who are weak is your calling” 

“Those reptiles deserve to die” 

“I don’t want to kill unless I don’t have to.. I don’t want people to hate me..” Jason tried reassuring himself. The voices in his head kept getting louder and louder. “I want Bruce and everyone to love me again....” He continued to try to re-assure himself. It was a false sense of hope as always. His mind soon wandered to a moment where he was on top of Dick in a fight. Confronting his older sibling and reciting a quote he had heard from a Japanese philosopher and optimist as he had the barrel of a gun placed against his older brother’s temple. 

“Do you know what the most convenient phrase in the world is, Dickie? It’s ‘I’m sorry.’ Anyone who hears that is obligated to forgive, no matter how hurt or angry they might be... There's no more disgusting phrase in all the world. It's used to displace your suffering unto others so you can escape your sins... The moment you employ it, your suffering becomes the other person's. A thing can be unforgivable, but oh, if they apologize... I say there's no reason to accept that suffering. You don't have to forgive them. Cast aside the mask of your conscience.“ 

“Stop this. Please stop this.” Jason had begged aimlessly into the air. He didn’t want to live like this anymore. He didn’t want to live, period. He just wanted all of this to end. He had caused so much pain and so much suffering to the people of Gotham all so he could attempt to hurt Bruce. But those words kept repeating in his head. He knew he had to stop this. He needed help, he wanted to go to Bruce and explain what was going on but Bruce would just have him institutionalized. His murderer of a son starts hearing voices in his head? A one way ticket to a padded room. 

Jason suddenly stared back into the mirror and saw something he detested. The green eyes that stared into his soul. The one he hated more than anything else. Was himself. This thing was staring him in the face mocking him, and he wanted it gone. 

“Do it Jason.” the voice had beckoned from the mirror. “Kill them all. Slit Damian’s throat and watch the fucker bleed. Bash Tim’s stupid face into the concrete until there’s nothing but mush. Rip Dick limb from fucking limb. Watch Bruce as you choke the last bit of life from his eyes. I promise all the pain will go away once all of this is done.” the voice sounded almost sweet as it promised to do all of this. Jason just retched as he saw the green eyed monster promising poison to him. He felt his vision fade to black. 

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STOP IT. SHUT. UP. 

*CRASH* 

Bruce had jumped up from the chair he was sitting on in the library, the voice came from the suite that Jason was staying in. Bruce didn’t have time to think. He just ran towards the noise. He threw the door to the suite open and ran to the bathroom. There he saw Jason in front of a heavily cracked mirror. Jason was hyperventilating and he saw blood oozing from Jason’s fist which was pressed against the mirror. Bruce saw from the reflection that Jason had split open the left side of his lip seemingly from a shard of glass. It wasn’t long before Jason glanced up at the imposing shadow in the mirror and noticed Bruce’s presence. 

“YOU STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME BRUCE.” Jason had shouted at his reflection. Jason was shaking. Bruce had wanted to assess the injury that Jason gave himself. But he knew he was cornering a scared animal if he pressed any farther forward. Bruce stood their frozen. Pondering between trying to press forward upon a killer, or to check up on his son. 

“Jason, I just...” Bruce was cut off by another scream as Jason turned around. 

“IF YOU COME ANY CLOSER I SWEAR TO GOD I WILL KILL YOU WHERE YOU FUCKING STAND YOU PIECE OF SHIT.” Bruce finally got the cue. The hitch in Jason’s voice. This is the same hitch his voice made when he was a kid and was angry at Bruce. Alfred was right. This is his son. And right now Bruce needed not to be the Batman approaching the Red Hood. He needed to be Bruce, to help his son. 

Bruce walked forward to Jason, still shaking as blood oozed from the gashes of glass on his fist. Bruce decided against everything in his gut telling him to stop this criminal. This monster who killed for sport and to prove a point. He needed to help Jason, his son. 

Bruce was knocked back by a fist to his chest. Glass imbedded itself into Bruce as he felt the sting of their shards. Jason was right, he was going to hurt Bruce if he approached. Oracle was right, Jason had been abusing venom. The quick gain in muscle mass was proof enough but the stinging pain in Bruce’s chest also proved that hypothesis. Jason barred his teeth as his eyes displayed a seething hatred. Bruce would have been frightened on any other day. Today, Bruce felt a feeling he hadn’t felt in a long time. Bruce collected himself and got up to approach Jason again. 

“I TOLD YOU I’M GOING TO KILL YOU BRUCE. I FUCKING HATE YOUR GUTS. I WANT YOU TO DIE. I WANT ALL OF US TO JUST FUCKING DIE.” Jason screamed even louder this time. A hot stream of tears worked their way down Jason’s cheeks. Bruce no longer saw a rage-induced monster but the boy who took a tire iron to his gut on the streets of Gotham. The boy who would was thrilled at every opportunity he got to show Bruce the A’s on every test he got in school. This was his baby boy who needed his help. 

“Jason Peter Todd that’s enough.” Bruce said firmly, but not harshly. Jason stared directly into his eyes. “Jason. I want you to listen to me.” 

“Go to hell you motherfucker.” those words which escaped Jason were laced with poison. Bruce didn’t waver. 

“You can punch me as much as you want Jason and I’ll deserve all of it.” Bruce came closer to Jason. Jason proceeded to physically make himself smaller. Like a scared animal. Bruce remember what he did to Jason after he had seemingly killed The Penguin. How he beat Jason to within an inch of his life. His heart plummeted to his stomach as he saw Jason cower like a scared dog over his approach. 

“What are you going to do Bruce, beat me to a fucking pulp again? You hate me more than you hate the fucking Joker, don’t you?” Jason asked. Bruce truly saw the fear in those green eyes. He had to take a moment and realized just what he was doing. He unclenched his jaw and relaxed his shoulders as he approached Jason. This time he was back within striking range of his son. 

“Jason. I failed you. I have been failing you for the past 10 years since your death. I have failed this city and this family in providing the protection it needs. I couldn’t kill The Joker because I’m weak.” Bruce sucked at emotions and emoting. But Bruce hadn’t felt this shaky and wavering since the day he lost Jason. His son needed to know the truth. He deserved to know the truth. “Jason I never hated you. I hated the actions you have taken against the people of this city. But I’ve come to realize that the hatred and contempt I’ve held is because you do what I can’t do.” 

“Oh so now you’re coming over to apologize? I don’t owe you shit after what you’ve done to me.” Jason had stated. He may have been acting like a pinned animal. But his mouth will never not cut like knives. 

“Jason, when we had fought in the abandoned apartment. And you had the Joker with you. You had tried to shoot me after I had turned away from you.” Bruce said. Inching ever closer to Jason while trying not to be imposing. “In that moment, I threw the batarang because I knew you were going to retaliate against me. But I need you to know in that moment I turned away. I turned away because I decided I wasn’t to be the one to decide the Joker’s fate. He had taken your life and it wasn’t up to me to decide. I want nothing more than for the Joker to pay for the countless lives hes taken and ruined.” Bruce swallowed hard as he felt tears beginning to well in his eyes. “I failed you because I couldn’t kill the Joker. But in that moment, I wanted nothing more than to have my baby boy back. I wanted you back in my life. I still want you back in my life.” 

“Bullshit. Fucking BULLSHIT.” Jason spat at Bruce. The emotions were flooding out of his face. Anger, hatred, fear, but most of all sadness. Jason’s voice began wavering as he began to cry. “If you loved me why in the fuck have you never realized I’ve been trying to help the people of Gotham. Instead every time I take matters into my own hands all I meet are your fucking fists. I hate your guts Bruce. We’d all just be better off fucking dead. It’s all Hopeless. I’m hopeless.” 

Bruce took a deep breath. He tried to find his resolve. He wanted nothing more than to be able to reach out to his son again. “You’re absolutely right Jason. I’ll bet Gotham would be a whole lot better without me. Without the pain I have caused. And no amount of apologies will fix the pain that I have caused you. No words will ever take back the transgressions I have taken against you.” Bruce was crying this time. “But know this. You always have been my son. And I love you so much. The day I lost my parents was agony. The day I lost you, I felt like I had lost myself I felt I had died a bit inside.” Bruce choked out. “We both have done so much we regret. If I could take back all the times I hit you I would do it in a heartbeat. But no amount of sorry will take back that pain. I shouldn’t be in the position to be asking this. But I just want my son back.” Bruce swallowed. “You have every right to hate me, but I will never stop loving you. You aren’t hopeless and you never have been. You never have been a burden. You are valued by so many people. I. I love you my son. I love you Jason."

Jason’s face relaxed from a position of contempt and hatred and soon was overcome with years of pent up tears. Jason let out a hearty scream as he proceeded to weep and sob. As if a dam had broke and was threatening to engulf a town in an apocalypse. Bruce went against everything he had known and was screaming from the inside of his body and wrapped Jason in a hug. He was almost as large as Bruce himself and barely fit around his arms. But Bruce held his son and hugged him tight. Jason was crying uncontrollably. 

“I’m hearing these voices. They’re telling me I’m a monster and a killer and that I should kill all of you.” Jason shouted between sobs. “But I don’t want to. I’m so afraid Bruce. I don’t want to hurt anyone unless I have to.” 

“Just breath Jason. I’m here. I’m not going anywhere. Let it all out.” Bruce had solidified his resolve and worked on being there for Jason. He couldn’t run away this time. His son needed him more than ever. And Gotham be damned. He’s not making this mistake twice. He’s staying here. For Jason. 

It felt like hours before Jason had run out of tears and sobs. Jason was fading and seemed like he was about to fall asleep. The shards of glass that were imbedded in his hand seemingly prevented Jason from bleeding out. Bruce had saw Jason’s eyes glaze over as his breathing calmed. 

“Jason, I’m going to pick you up and take you to bed.” Bruce had said, asking for permission from his second son. Jason simply nodded as he starred off. He was numb now. The pain seemingly gone for the moment. Bruce lifted Jason up and was taken aback by just how heavy his son was. He truly was 225lbs just like his records showed. This wasn’t the son who hid under the cabinets when Bruce first brought Jason home. But Bruce still saw the boy as his son nonetheless. As Bruce laid Jason on the bed Alfred had approached with a first aid kit. Proceeding to begin to clean up Jason’s hand. Jason was so exhausted he barely felt any of the picking and pulling or the iodine going into his wounds. He kept his eyes fast forward on Bruce. 

“Bruce. I. I’m sorry.” Jason had said meekly. 

“Don’t apologize Jason.” Bruce had stated. He ran his hand through Jason’s hair, giving a soft massage to his scalp. “You get some sleep now. I don’t think you’ve rested in days.” 

Bruce had remembered the time he had read Jason to sleep. This time he had thought back to a poem that struck him from his phone. It was from a famous lyricist and singer. As Bruce pulled up his phone he had found the poem and recited it as Jason fell asleep. Things are far from perfect or even better. But tomorrow was going to be the first day of the rest of his and Jason’s lives. 

“They told me once, ‘there's a place where love conquers all’

A city with the streets full of milk and honey

I haven't found it yet, but I'm still searching

All I know is a hopeless place that flows with the blood of my kin

Perhaps hopeless isn't a place

Nothing but a state of mind” 

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pHEW GOD THAT WAS LONG. I hope you all enjoyed the fic! This was my first published attempt at angst and whump and while I feel some parts are cringe. I am proud of what I made. 

Big thanks again to @dilfbatman for inspiring this fic. The inspiration of the title is the song Hopeless: by Halsey. The quote about I’m Sorry is from the character Shadow Maya Amano from Persona 2: Innocent Sin. And the poem at the end is the first part of the lyrics to the song Good Mourning by Halsey. 

[spicycreativity]

Intertwined - Chapter 1

Rating: Teen

Content Warnings: It's a hanahaki fic, so. Mild body horror, blood, respiratory illness. (Starts at Ch 3 and gets worse from there).

Characters: All

Pairing: Moceit

Additional Notes: This one was supposed to be Darker and Longer, but turns out I'm not in the headspace to write angst atm, so it ends up moving p fast. Swaps between Janus and Patton's POVs. Post-PoF, light angst. Not whump. They both get hanahaki, but there is absolutely no version of Moceit in my mind where Janus isn't the one who falls first. My AO3 username is WizatdGlick.

Summary: The story of how Janus and Patton find each other at rock bottom and fall in love anyway.

A gentle knock on Janus' door drew him out of his thoughts. He donned a mask of triumph as he rose to open it, straightening his hat as he went. It couldn't be Remus; Remus never knocked so softly, which meant that Janus had to perform. He slid into the role with difficulty, struggling to find the edges of this gloating persona when all he felt was numb and tired and lost.

It was Patton at the door, and Janus felt everything slip, and Patton's eyes lit up with recognition, and all of Janus' resolve fell away in the face of that beseeching gaze.

"Come for another debate?" Janus asked in a low voice, making no effort to hide his ironical smile.

Patton smiled too, though he dropped it a moment too soon. Janus got the distinct impression that Patton was also far too wrung-out to put on any kind of act tonight. "Just came to check on you."

It would be as natural as breathing for Janus to draw back, place his fingertips delicately to his chest, widen his eyes. ' Check on me?' he would say, all faux-innocence, ' Please, Patton, I'm not a child. I don't need your pity.'

But he didn't.

Here was Patton, reaching out, and hadn't that been what Janus had wanted all along? That tiny, fervent flame that he hadn't allowed himself to acknowledge, that smallest ember of hope that someone might just give him what he was convinced he had to take.

The seconds stretched out until the silence verged on awkward, and Janus' pride stood up to do what his cunning would not: "I'm fine." He was fine, strangely. Not happy, as he perhaps should have been, but nothing hurt.

Patton's brow furrowed. "Am I supposed to believe that?" he asked gently.

Something warm and soft and dangerous bloomed in Janus' chest at Patton's look of confusion. He had freckles on his nose, scattered like spilled cinnamon: a trait assigned by Thomas’ subconscious. "Patton," Janus said, flicking his gaze upwards to meet Patton's eyes. "Would you like to come in?"

"To your room ?" Patton asked, eyes widening. He looked past Janus' shoulder and Janus fought not to move and block Patton's gaze with his body. He had just invited Patton in; there was no point getting shy now. "Won't that, y'know, do something to me?"

"It's just a matter of self-control," Janus said, hoping to get a smile out of Patton.

Sure enough, Patton did smile. "What color is my shirt?"

Janus said, "True blue," and stepped backwards to let Patton in.

It was a risk to bring someone into his room like this, but he felt unusually clear-headed tonight, calm and strangely secure despite the fact he had just let a known enemy past his defenses, and despite the exhaustion that made every breath feel heavy.

"Warm in here," Patton remarked, looking around.

Janus motioned him over to a set of armchairs. To be seen was to be judged, and he wasn't sure what he would do if Patton found him lacking again . "I have a question for you, Patton."

In the low light, the tear tracks on Patton's cheeks glimmered when he tilted his head inquisitively. "You do?"

Janus nodded, slow and calculated. He was sure he already knew the answer to the question, and preemptive anger bubbled thick and hot in his veins. "Who," he said, unable to keep from glaring, "came to check on you?"

"Well," said Patton, "Ah… They don't-- Everyone's upset right now--"

"And you're not?" Janus demanded. "And don't you dare tell me that you're fine." His emotions were running too hot; he needed to check himself, but seeing Patton make excuses filled him with a passion he'd only ever felt on Thomas' behalf.

"I am--"

"Don't."

"But I have to be," Patton whispered. "I can't-- I know they told me… They said it was okay for me to be sad, but--"

"If you fall apart, there's no one there to pick up the pieces," Janus guessed. "Sure, you can be sad, as long as it doesn't interfere with your role."

"Don't be mad at them," Patton pleaded, and Janus realized with a jolt that he would get into no one's good graces by slinging around insults.

"It's just hard," Janus said plainly, only half-noticing the words coming out of his mouth. He had just become aware of a keen and sickening new desire, borne on the back of a newfound respect for Patton that he had even lasted this long without having some sort of spectacular breakdown. Janus' whole chest ached with it, that and the equally sickening knowledge that he had just become horrifically vulnerable, that he had fallen under a spell he could never hope to break.

He saw it in his mind's eye: he saw himself stand and lean over, take Patton's jaw in his hands, kiss him long and deep and slow. He saw himself lay his body and soul bare before Patton, getting on his knees to forgive Patton all his perceived flaws. He meant well, after all. He only ever meant well, and it wasn't really his fault that those good intentions were capable of morphing into a cruel and deadly weapon.

But he would plunge that weapon straight into Janus' heart before their lips could ever even meet. Janus could see it now, Patton pulling away in confusion and disgust. His tenuous patience would give out then and there, and Janus would have no hope of acceptance ever again. Same for Remus, probably. They would remain Dark Sides forever, damned to be eternal outcasts. All thanks to Janus' pathetic inability to control himself.

"Why do you care so much about…" Patton hesitated for a moment and gave a shallow sigh. "Well, about me?"

And now Janus found himself walking a chasm’s edge. His instinct was to lean hard into the opposite of the truth and insult Patton so deeply that he left and never came back. Eliminate the threat. But that wasn't an option now of all times. No, he had to maintain a friendship with Patton, somehow. He had to keep himself under control. How fun. "You're a part of Thomas," Janus said. He paused.

"So are the others."

"You've earned my respect."

"Oh," said Patton. "Wow, um. Gosh, that's…" His lower lip trembled. "I should go," he said in a broken voice.

Janus surveyed him in silent agony, teetering on the precipice of a lie. With a monumental effort, he pulled himself away from it and opened his arms. "Come here."

The floodgates opened. Patton fell into Janus' lap, already sobbing. Janus held him, all his muscles stiff and awkward. He was much smaller in the mindscape than he was in Thomas’ eyes and it was difficult to support Patton’s much larger frame. A sharp pain flared in Janus’ collarbone where Patton had buried his forehead and his tears were already starting to seep through Janus' clothes. He cringed at himself and the absurdity of the situation, wishing he had some way to make it better. He should have had words for this, all the right words to soothe away Patton's worries and set him right again. But he was so tired.

"I'm s-s-sorry," Patton said through shuddering sobs that dug his forehead harder into Janus' clavicle.

"It's okay," Janus said, concentrating hard on keeping the effects of his room at bay.

"Are you--" Patton sniffled " --sure you're okay?"

A rush of affection melted Janus' heart and he sighed and held Patton closer despite the shooting pain in his collarbone and the ache in his arms. Even in the midst of a post-breakdown breakdown, Patton was self-sacrificing (self- destructive) enough to check in on him. "You don't have a selfish bone in your body, do you?" Janus sighed, lamenting Patton’s bleeding heart. For some reason, this only made Patton cry harder. Janus cast his mind back to the last time Remus was this upset, found nothing, had to speculate. He and Remus and Virgil were self-sufficient, secretive. When it came to personal crises, they weathered them alone and bore the aftermath in stoicism. "Do you want me to play with your hair?"

"I don't know," Patton sobbed into Janus' chest.

Janus sighed and began to run his fingers through Patton's honey-colored hair, grateful that the thick material of his gloves kept their skin from touching. It was better this way, and a good reminder for Janus. He guarded his heart so closely for a reason.

 

Janus, despite the discomfort from the awkward weight distribution and the clammy feeling of cooled tears on his shirt, was half-asleep in the chair by the time Patton stopped crying.

"Sorry," Patton said, pulling away, and even with snot and tears all over his flushed cheeks, even with his eyes all red and puffy behind his fogged-up glasses and his hair standing up at strange diagonals from Janus' attempts at comfort, he was radiant.

"For having feelings?" Janus asked, gently imaging himself into a new, dry shirt.

"For making them your problem." Patton took his glasses off and began to polish them on the hem of his own shirt.

"Patton, I need you to know this." Janus waited until Patton looked at him before continuing, "I owe you nothing. If I had wanted you to leave, I would have asked you to leave and thought nothing of it."

Patton nodded and went back to polishing his glasses. They were silent for a long moment, during which Janus found himself unable to suppress a series of yawns. It must have been around 4:00 in the morning by this point. They had to have been the only ones awake.

"Hey, Janus," Patton said, finally putting his glasses back on. "You know The Breakfast Club?"

"Yes," Janus said distractedly, trying to figure out where Patton was going with this.

"This wasn't our version of that, was it?"

"What do you mean?"

"When tomorrow comes and we're back to, to some sort of normal… You'll still be my friend, right?"

Now here was a situation Janus had never once envisioned for himself. He had pictured winning over Roman, had pictured gaining Thomas' support. Never once had he expected real friendship with any of them, let alone Patton. "Yes," he said, feeling sick at the irony of it. He had been comfortable as Patton's enemy, was now yearning for his kiss… How could he be friends with Patton when he burned like this for Patton's wholehearted affection? Was he really just supposed to endure it?

Patton smiled, so sweet and earnest that Janus had to bite down on his tongue. "Good," he said. "Speaking of, do you wanna have breakfast with me?"

"Not right now, I hope," Janus teased.

"No, no, not right now." Patton muffled a yawn into his sleeve. "I guess I'd better go."

Janus nodded. "See you in the morning?"

"Um," said Patton, who didn't appear to have been listening. "Thank you, Janus. You didn't have to-- Well, thank you."

He sank out without another word.

Janus imagined himself into his pajamas, imagined the lights off and threw himself onto his bed. "Fuck."

 

--

 

Frigid air seeped from the hallway seeped under the crack where Janus' door stopped just short of the carpet. He didn't allow himself to notice, and continued to put his outfit on piece by agonizing piece. The cold air made his joints slow and achy, and he struggled to get the clasps done up. It was just as well that he hadn't put on his gloves yet. He had become quite adept at handling things while wearing them, but for this task, the bulky fabric would only get in the way. After all, just like his singular snake fang, his gloves were for aesthetics, not function.

Finally, he donned his hat and faced the door, forced to confront that fatal truth: He could never have what he wanted. The moment he had achieved his goal of Thomas’ acceptance, the triumph had slipped away in his hands to be replaced with a truly unattainable goal.

Memories from last night, the phantom sensation of Patton in his arms, teased him until he had to sneer at himself. Pathetic. He was acting pathetic. Falling for Patton was strategically inadvisable, even if he couldn’t help it, but actively pursuing him was out of the question. It was all-risk, no reward. Still, his treacherous heart fluttered, teasing him with the thought of Patton’s lips on his own, Patton’s hands on his body, sharing heat, deepening the kiss--

“All risk,” Janus said out loud to himself, “no reward.” A mantra to see him through. He opened his door, his gloved hand slipping a little on the polished brass of his doorknob, and nearly walked straight into Remus as he passed by with an armful of dismembered dolls.

“Well,” said Janus, tilting his head to better examine the pile of plastic limbs and bodies in Remus’ arms, “I won’t ask what you’re up to.” He stifled a yawn behind his hand, visualizing a piping hot cup of coffee. A shudder wrecked his concentration and he frowned. “Are you the reason it’s so cold in here?”

Remus ignored the question, his feverish eyes darting from Janus’ mouth to his hand to his face. “I knew you were up late last night. That’s why I came this way.” He gave a crooked but strangely boyish grin. “I wanted to know where you’d gotten off to. Or who you’d gotten off with. ”

Janus, to his horror, blushed. Fragmented images flashed through his head-- What if he had kissed Patton? And Patton had kissed back? Mask, mask, mask! “I was spreading the Gospel.”

“You were spreading something , though, weren’t you?” Remus shifted the dolls in his arms and held up a masculine torso. “I know I heard Big Daddy’s voice. Play a little game of Patton- Snake , did you?”

Janus swore he could hear porcelain cracking as his heart began to race. “In all seriousness, Remus, we did reach an agreement.”

“Sounds like you reached more than that.” Remus waggled his tongue.

God, he was relentless when he was on the scent of something. Janus hid his face behind his hands, realizing a moment too late that this display of shame would only add fuel to the fire. So he took the only option left and muttered, “Boundaries,” into his palms.

“Oh,” said Remus, leaning back on his heels. “ Oh. Janus, you didn’t .”

“Of course we didn't!” Janus hissed, dropping his hands.

"But you wanted to?"

“How much did you hear yesterday, anyway?”

“Oh, I heard the whole debacle, including that heartwarming little moment at the end,” Remus said, rocking forward onto his toes. “Thanks for putting in a good word for me, by the way.”

They fell into an awkward silence as Janus once again reached for words that simply weren’t there. “I didn’t mean it,” he said finally, cursing himself.

“No?” said Remus. “Not even a teeny tiny little bit?” He poked Janus in the chest with the plastic torso, still clenched in his left hand. “Right here?”

“You,” said Janus, “are just as evil as I am.”

Remus backed off with a grin, leaving Janus in doubt that he had ever even been angry in the first place. “So where are you off to now? Roman’s got this place awfully cold; gonna go warm Patton’s snake?”

“You already made a ‘Patton snake’ joke,” Janus said, slamming another mask onto his face to hide his blush. “But to answer your question, he asked me to join him for breakfast.”

“Aww.” Remus wiped fake tears from his cheeks. “You better not start spending too much time with him or I’m going to get jealous.”

[thatsgay-writes]

Korrasami x Reader Part 2

Summary: Telling your kids how you all started dating.

Warning: Light cursing?

Ages in flashback:

Korra: 21

Asami: 22

You: 23

"I wanna know how you and mommy got with mama." You give your son a kiss on the head, "Ok bud, so..."

*Flashback Start*

You and Asami had been dating for 4 years at this point and you had helped her build her company back up. You both had been sending letter to Korra, some were joint letters and some were not. You two were also the only two to get responses. You knew about Asami's not so small crush on the Avatar and had known about it for a while. You both had talked about it and you confessed that you didn't always see Korra in just a friendly way either. You both had planned on telling her about it after everything that happened with Unalaq but knew that she had gone through practically two breaks up within a month and decided to wait. Turns out you waited too long because before you could even blink, Korra was paralyzed and on her way back to the South Pole. Asami kept getting nightmares about that day and what could have happened if Suyin didn't get the poison out. Over the years they did lessen and soon stop happening. When Asami went to talk to her dad the first time, she came back to you crying. She told you how she wanted to forgive him but she just didn't know how and if it was a good idea. You told her that you would stand behind whatever she decided to do and that if she did want to forgive him, to just take it slow.

When Korra did come back you were surprised by her hair. "Wow, I love what you did with your hair." Asami said, standing a few feet in front of Korra. Korra blushed and grabbed her short hair a little. She goes to respond before feeling arms wrap around her from behind, "Korra! Oh my spirits, you cut your hair it's so cute!" You said in excitement before giving Korra a kiss on the cheek, causing her to blush more. She just mumbles a thanks as Asami smirks, seeing the blush you and her caused. With Korra back, you and Asami talked more about finally confessing the feelings you both had been harboring for the Avatar for the past 3 years. But of course something had to happen and next thing you know, you are all fighting for Republic city against a giant machine with a spirit beam.

You had watched as Korra froze water over the robot and Asami's humming bird land on it. You watched at one of the robots hands broke out and was heading towards the humming bird. "No..." you said as you watched in fear as the hand got closer and closer to the humming bird machine. You let out a huge sigh of relief as you watched Asami (You knew it was her because she was on top.) get ejected from the humming bird, until you realized that she was the only one ejected. "Shit." As much as you wanted to go and comfort her immediately, you had a job to do and you wouldn't want her dad's death to be in vain. Your job was to more or less be back up for Korra because the room was too small for all three of you to fight in. When the machine crashed, you followed Korra and Kuvira into the spirit wilds. You were shocked when Kuvira turned the spirit beam on and made sure to help Korra and Kuvira dodge the beam. When the beam got shot right at the three of you, you helped strengthen the sides and top of the air pocket Korra made to protect you all.

When the three of you get sent into the spirit world, you get sent flying away from the other two. You end up landing on a sharp rock and getting stabbed by said rock. You would have just laid there and waited for someone to come find you but you knew that Korra and Kuvira were too occupied with each other and after getting the rock out of you, you were losing blood too fast. Stumbling towards the new spirit portal, you see Korra talking to Kuvira, who finally hangs her head in defeat. "Is it over?" You ask standing a little ways away from the two girls. Korra smiles hearing your voice before turning around and responding, "Yeah, maybe we can all go on a vacation after this." Korra jokes. You smile at her, "Thank the spirits." You say before falling to your knees. "Y/n!" Korra yells running up to and catching you before you face planted. Her expression turns from one of concern to horror after seeing the blood that was soaking your shirt. "Kuvira see if anyone has water! Hurry!" Korra says as she looks around and doesn't see any water. Of course they open a spirit portal in the one place that doesn't have water. "Come on, stay awake. Asami will kill both of us if you die." Korra says as she keeps your head on her shoulder and ties cloth around your wound.

Kuvira rushed out the spirit portal and stumbled forward after tripping on some rocks. She looked up to see Korra's friends standing in a defensive position, ready to attack. "Let Kuvira go or we will fire." Somebody in a mech suit said. Kuvira shook her head, remembering what was happening in the spirit world. "Stand down, this battle is done. But do any of you have water? It's an emergency." Everyone looked at her confused, "Korra's friend is injured pretty badly and where we landed in the spirit world didn't have any near by water." Asami immediately got worried when Kuvira said "Korra's friend". "Y/n!" Asami says out loud before grabbing Kya's hand, knowing she had water on her, and running towards the spirit portal. When she breaks through the portal she almost cries at the sight before her. Korra is sitting on the ground, with her legs open, and has your head on her shoulder and your body laying in between her legs. The wound in your back was very obvious and had bled through the cloth Korra wrapped around it. Kya had rushed forwards immediately and unwrapped the cloth from around your wound, causing you to cry out in pain. That sound finally broke Asami from her trance and she ran forwards.

Asami kneels down next to Korra and notices the shine of tears in Korra's eyes. Asami puts one of her hands on the back of Korra's neck and rubs her thumb back in forth in an attempt to calm her down. She takes her other hand and places it on your cheek, you shift your head a little to push into Asami's hand. "I'm going to do as much as I can but the wound is a lot deeper than it looks. She is gonna need a healing pool to completely heal." Asami nods her head before giving you and Korra a kiss on the cheek before running back out the spirit to get Tenzin to get a bison.

*Time skip to Zhu Li and Varrick's Wedding*

You and Asami sat on the stairs outside looking at the spirit portal. "I can't believe Korra made that." Asami nods her head in agreement, "Only Korra would accidentally make a spirit portal." You chuckle at her statement and hear a playful scoff come from behind you. "You both act like it was on purpose." You and Asami turn to see Korra standing behind you with her arms crossed over her chest and a playful glare on her face. You roll your eyes before slowly moving over to leave space between you and Asami for Korra to sit. You accidentally wince a little as you move causing Korra to rush forward a little. "No, y/n you don't need to move." "It's okay Korra... Asami and I actually need to... talk to you." You say a little nervously, which causes Korra to get suspicious. She sits down slowly before looking between you and Asami. Asami wouldn't meet her eyes and just looked down blushing. Korra turned to look at you, to see you holding a letter to her. She looks at you confused before slowly grabbing it. As she goes to open it, you speak. "This is the last letter Asami and I wrote to you, we just never got the chance to send it." Korra nods her head before focusing on the letter to read it.

(italics is Asami writing and bold is you writing.)

Dear Korra,

I hope your doing better and that you always know you can talk to me and y/n. We heard you're coming back in a couple weeks and are absolutely ecstatic. With that knowledge in mind we decided to not actually send this letter, we thought it would be better for you to read in person. Okay I took over because Asami is way to formal with this stuff. SHE HIT ME! The nerve of that woman I swear. But anyways, I'm going to make this short and simple. I'm in love with you, we're in love with you. Yes, you read that correctly. I can't speak for Asami but I didn't fully realize how deeply I was in love with you until I saw you laying on the ground after Zaheer had poisoned you. I always knew I had an attraction to you and felt more towards you than a friend should but seeing you laying there, almost dead, felt like a punch to the face. You could have died having never known about how much we love you, how much people love you. I would say that after seeing that, that I didn't hesitate to tell you because life is short but you were so broken afterwards and we couldn't put that on you. You needed time to heal and I understood that. My only hope now is that you haven't found somebody in the south pole. Now that y/n is done writing and being annoying, I want to agree with most of what she said. I know we had a rough start, with everything that happened with Mako (his eyebrows though), ignore y/n. But somewhere along the line of going from competition to friends, I realized that you dating Mako wasn't the source of my jealousy, well it was just not in the way most people thought. I wasn't jealous that you were dating Mako I was jealous that Mako got to be the one dating you. He obviously didn't know what he was doing when he broke up with you. I swear if Y/n takes this paper one more time I'm going to hit her again. Anyways, Y/n and I talked and we were wondering if you would be our girlfriend or at the very least go on a date with us.

With love,

Y/n and Asami

Korra's mouth was opened in shock. She was so sure that the letter was a prank or something but when she looked up at the both of you and saw how nervous you both were, she realized that it wasn't. "Both... You... You both love me?" You bit your lip nervously before nodding in response. Asami looked up in concern, "If you don't feel the same way, we can all act like this never happened. We wouldn't pressure you in---" Asami gets interrupted by Korra pulling her in to a kiss. You watch with a giant smile as Asami relaxes into the kiss and returns it. Korra pulls away and turns to look at you, "I can do that now right, I know I should've as---" This time Korra is cut off by you pulling her into a kiss. This time it's Asami smiling as Korra relaxes into the kiss. When you both pull away from each other, Asami speaks. "So I guess that's a yes to our question." Korra blushes and rubs her neck nervously, "Yeah... I love you guys too if that wasn't obvious." You and Asami share a smile before pulling Korra into a group hug. You all sit there for a moment before pulling away. You wrap an arm around Korra's shoulder and hold Asami's hand with the same hand. "So..." You say looking out at the spirit portal. "Y'all want to go on a vacation?"

*Flashback End*

"Whoa! Do you have a scar!?" You chuckle at your sons excitement. "Yeah I'll show y'all before bed tomorrow if you're good for Bolin and Opal tomorrow. That means best behavior." "Okay mom." Your son says with a serious expression, he wanted to see that scar. "You ruffle up his hair before moving to your oldest daughter's bed. "Now, what story do you want to here?"

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[dana-chan-the-control-brain]

Happy new year everyone 🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉

I know 2020 has been hard for everyone.

And I want everyone to know, suffering isn't a contest and we all suffer in different ways. But I feel I should give my year in Review. Just some things that happened to me personally.

This was an intense, and long and spiritual and emotional journey for me...

I really discovered what it meant to have community, family and what my life means to me.

But I feel I need to get this in writing cause I can remember the year with vivid detail and I will probably forget if I don't get it down.

Do I have to share this publically online to my tumblr account for a bunch of strangers to see? not really.

Do I want to?

Yes. I think so. Just from how so many people on tumblr and real life have touched me.

This is kinda long and no one needs to read this.

(idk how to do a readmore on mobile. But this is where I would add it later. No one needs to read if they don't want to.)

January/February: (and some background on the last five years of my life cause.....well. it's important.)

As people knew, I got way into Invader Zim last summer. I spent most of my waking life working a dead end job at a grocery store. I lived a sad lonely life, going straight home to a single dark studio apartment. With not many material possessions outside of games, my laptop and my tablet to my name. Half of my material loves, such as home furnishings and books were still in boxes from when I moved in. In case I ever had to move again, or get some "big screenshot or copywriter" job in the city.

....

I lived in that city in the same dead end job and apartment for five years.

No friends. No social life. I often refused to make doctor appointments or attempt to establish myself in that city. I didn't even talk to anyone in my workplace.

Work. Go online. Go to sleep.

I lived like that for five years.

I thought it was good.

Even my therapist thought I was doing well.

When I really wasn't. My main character flaw I struggle with is motivation.

I can talk to someone about very detailed plans I have to fix a problem... But I tend to never follow through.

Just because I can describe in detail how to fix my personal problems, it doesn't mean I will do it.

(I have gotten better at this but it's a major struggle)

I might have been a Zombie during the day...

But by night I was pouring my soul into my AU and my analysis.

After being so thoughly ignored or overlooked by the Naruto fandom and the Undertale fandom, I felt like I had finally found my home and was settling into a community there.

I just loved that people loved what I had to say.

Especially my AU.

It's no secret that a lot of themes in my au revolve around found family, grief, and loss.......

Fatherhood, in particular.

What it means to be a father, how much do you need to try when you mess up, how willing should a child forgive their parent, especially those that have wronged you and how much of it is factually accurate and simply a self projection of what children want their parents to be and visa versa... What amount of forgiveness and change is nessasary...is it needed?

....

It's no secret that a lot of my AU is a giant coping mechanism for my Dad's death. Espessially the falling out and growing closer with a lot of my family members throughout the years following his death. (Most of the time I keep it ambiguous to how it relates to my personal life unless I include a readmore that states so outright. I feel my au can be enjoyed by a variety of people in the fandom who don't need to know me as a person or my life story.)

My Dad passed away in 2016 in February and my family still feels the aftershocks to this day.

It's part of the reason I moved to the city, alienated myself from my family and people that loved me and refused to experience life for five years.

My entire world was Zim, and I was okay.

March: When America finally realized and started to feel the effects of the pandemic....

A lot of people got scared.

Me included.

I didn't have any streaming services or access to the news. So I only heard accounts from my mom.

I didn't understand why the store was so dead quiet and empty for a few days, then it went into mass chaos and panic in the span of two days.

It felt like Retail black friday in the worst way. Everyone was packed like sardines. Everyone was yelling. The lines at the registers bled into the clothing department.

I was witness to customers shoving others for toilet paper, being rude to cashier's and just overall unpleasantness.

At the time, I didn't even fully grasp what the pandemic was, and I feel a lot of people at the time didn't either.

I ended up absentmindedly scratching my eyebrow in front of a customer and she screamed and villanised me for it. That they didn't want groceries touched by my "unclean hands"

I ended up breaking down into tears.

The customer behind me gave me a hug and told me I was doing a great job.

But the damage was done. It was the final straw, I couldn't stop crying and I was breaking apart.

Thankfully my Boss (the one who likes me) pulled me aside and asked what's wrong.

It was then that I quit. No notice. Same day. I had to get out of there.

I was planning to move to an apartment with my sister in the summer, but my Mom offered for me to move back in with her temperarily just so I can get out of the city and away from the pandemic.

So I did.

I got scared, broke my lease a month early and quit my job of five years that gave me nothing back.

He told me, "take care of yourself and your family, I won't keep you here, do what you need to do."

So I did.

April-June:

A very eventful few months.

My mom offered for me to live at her place, but for some reason she was acting like I would live there forever. That this wasn't a temporary arrangement, and that I didn't have an apartment set up already.

This was in large part to my sister, who had lived with my mom taking advantage of her for years.

Even though my sister and I were going to move in together, I was just never sure about it cause of how she never packed her stuff or made any effort to find a job.

My mom often acted like I was lazy and not searching and was treating me like... Well, an unruly teenager instead of a woman of 29 years. She acted like I was a failure for returning home when it was her idea in the first place.

I would have just been petrified in the city.

Like usual, I retreated to my au again.... And in the spring, something eventful happened.

In may, 8th 2020:

I was invited by @rissynicole to join an invader zim discord.

Now, I've never really used discord before. I always thought it's interface is too confusing.. and I'm a member of a few other iz discords and I usually don't follow them that closely.

Rissy assured me it was different cause some friends of thiers made it and it was smaller.

Before I knew it, I was sharing memes and getting to know everyone there.

It wasn't long after I invited my partner in IZ crimes, @paketdimensioncomic who was genuinely wary of iz servers due to a bad experience with the last one they were a part of.

But soon they were sharing memes and laughing with everyone else.

My eyes were starting to open and I was able to connect to fans of my work in an interpersonal way. And I was able to discover new artists and aus I never knew about.

I was also able to meet so many others of the community and invite them to the server myself.

The moo-ping 10 server kept me sane while I was living with my judgmental mother.

Not only that, the summer was very productive for my au.

Drawing was all I did, and it was a huge break from the job as a cashier I had.

Not only that, June came, and with it, me and Ceph's first collab fic:

A result of us just going back and forth in our DMs constantly about Professor Membrane and how he changed in ETF for the better and how much we adamantly stan "trying-to-be-a-good-dad-brane" and how much of his ETF development has to be implied off screen in order for the emotional resolution in the movie to matter.

The only reason I never professed my love for Membrane as a character in the fandom before the fic dropped was.... Well....

Membrane can be a decisive character in the fandom and I was so worried people would hate me if I did an analysis on him, simply because he's not the best parent in the world. (As an understatement)

Ceph and I really encouraged each other to scream our love for the science himbo loud and proud more frequently and so often.... I actually start to see less Membrane hate posts and breakdowns then their used to be.... I like to think it's a combination of Me and Ceph's influence, along with ETF and the Quarterly's painting Membrane in a slightly more nuanced light then he was previously.

I never wrote a collab fic before and it's such a rewarding and fun and unique experience that I don't think I'll ever have again. And I love working with Ceph on our fics so much.

So much so we did it again...

July-August:

I never thought I would be one of those people who writes NSFW IZ fic... But here I am.

The Brainbrane au started.... An au of my au where Membrane and the Computer fall in love and Membrane makes him a body.

This ship was based around the idea where we joked that Membrane and Zim's Computer would have funny interactions if they ever met, under the pretense Membrane thinks Computer is Zim's parent.

Our headcanons morphed and shifted until we just full blown started shipping them.

Just because Membrane and Zim's Computer have overall REALLY entertaining chemistry.

It's a character dynamic never seen in the show or comics (yet) and I imagine thier interactions to be nothing but entertaining banter.

The fic was also born from spite... Making fun of the troupes and cliches that we found personally destestible in some questionable zadr fics.

So an angry ace and a demi-bisexual collab on a porn and end up blessing the fandom with

Compapa headcanons,

Computer being recognized as a more common used fanon character,

The ship of Brainbrane.

The fandom having a crisis of "oh God, not only are we xenophiles we're technophiles too!!!" Or "why you gotta give Zim's Computer an ass"

More android Computer designs

It was an eventful summer.

In the midst of all this, I moved into my new place, got a new job, and I was able to see my friend (who is def my platonic straight soul mate) who lives in Indiana.

She came to visit, showed me how to decorate and how to take care of my body better! Things were looking up! It was great.

September-November:

My job was at a boat store. If was approaching the fall and my hours were being severely cut.

I was getting into a rut of depression again.

I thought things were changing but the same routine I was trying to escape from was the same thing coming back.

But instead of letting it take hold, I decided I was going to do something about it... I was gonna visit a museum and go with my sister. Just... variety stimulation.

Well that didn't happen.

I talked about this shortly in my au itself...but..

My sister had a complete mental breakdown.

She stopped taking her meds, went off the deep end and was in the hospital a total of five times throughout November.

A lot of it was acting out and the perfect storm of environmental factors that made her scream and act out so she would keep going back to the hospital.

It was traumatizing for me.

I just can't explain what it's like. For her and for me to be in that position.

I'm not telling the full story and a lot of bullshit things happened I won't share here.

She got diagnosed with bipolar one and my mom expected me to be a caretaker for her.

I threatened to disown my family and move away out of state.

It was just too much for me to handle.

So much I was a nervous wreck.

I tried to pick up a second job... Cause my sister was in the mental ward so frequently and couldn't pay the bills.

But I was fired within a week cause I was so stressed I couldn't retain the basic information they were training me for.

It was an office job.

My dream.

It could have been.

I was fired from something I really wanted.

I was only there for three days.

I could not retain any information.

I was a mess.

My sister was a trigger, my mom wanted me to live with her. I couldn't live like this.... I had to get out.

I had to get out.

December:

Remember my Indiana friend?

Well the first week of December is my birthday.

My 30th to be exact.

While I did pick up a seasonal position at Target (not my first pick)

I took the first week of December off so I could spend time with her. Cause she agreed, I needed a break from this crap.

Surviving 30 years is cause to celebrate and if I had to celebrate with my sister I would have cried.

I know there was a risk traveling out of state during a pandemic...

But I needed out, I needed a friend..

And I kinda wanted to look at the place since I was considering moving there.

My friend's mom was sick so she avoided me and her daughter and got us a hotel room.

It was fun! I got to swim in a salt water pool, we talked about Naruto, I showed her the iz and su art books I brought, also Computer and Membrane tea.

I also got to meet her other friends and get crunk. And her bf who is super nice and funny!

I had a super fun birthday....

Until her mom told my friend that her grandparents had covid and that was what she had. And my friend got sick within that same day.... As did I.

I owe so much to her family.

I was an entire state away...about a ten hour drive from home.... She let me stay at her house. "The covid house" we called it.

Cause everyone (except the father. He avoided everyone and booked a hotel immediately cus he was an ER doctor) had covid within a day.

I called in, the test results were positive and I had to stay with her family for ten days quarantine before I could work again.

Which would have been fine....

If my tumblr didn't log me out perminately of my old account. @dana-chan325 .... Which really sucked cause I had a constant headache and was too sick to engage with tumblr or much of the fandom. I didn't want to make a new account when my head was in a bad fog and I could barely breathe or smell.

It's not like I saw much of my friend either.... We all slept at different hours and she had more symptoms then I did.

It was just netflix, danganronpa v3 and cry.

I was miserable, but at the same time.... Not?

I really feel like God himself was the one who pulled me off from tumblr, and my living situation.

Maybe a whole extra week feeling like a bobblehead was what I needed.

It gave me some much needed clarity on my relationships with my mom and sis and friend.

Running away to Indiana was not the solution here.

Once I was better within ten days and no longer had a leave of absence, I drove home.

I am glad I fully recovered (but from how I understand it, my dear friend is still ill. I'm praying for her)

I might have gone to work a bit too soon, cause I had an asthma attack after trying to unload a single cart in the span of six hours.

My boss lectured that my speed was unacceptable, and even though I explained the covid situation and breathing problems many times, she threatened that I'd be fired if I'm that slow again.

Que the next few days of work where they put me on register.

Instantly I was sent into a panic remembering the last time I was on the register and how that panic attack caused me to quit.

I even asked if I could go back to stocking, since my breathing had improved. My boss assured me that I was put on the register cause they needed help and nothing to do with my covid thing.

Then as December concluded and the new year began, my boss said that this was the last shift for me cause my position was seasonal and they were letting a lot of people go.

I then asked why I was on the schedule for Sunday, and he told me to ignore it and I'm free to reapply for full-time.

I mean.... They can act smart about it...

But putting your general merchandise stocker onto register after she had an asthma attack and missed working the first two weeks of December due to covid.....

Not a good look.

So once again, I'm jobless once more.

Will probably continue to live with my sister for awhile.

But I do not feel as if it's a bad thing....

I met so many good people this year....

My friend's family even gave me 500 usd to cover my rent since I couldn't work for a majority of December.

I've seen evil and good from humanity this year. I've seen acts of god, good friends and what my real family means to me as well as friends I consider family.

This year really made me look back at the person in the mirror and say,

"I deserve better."

And actually worked for it this time.

Oh and after Christmas I got a horrible yeast infection that burns over most of my body currently.

Very accurate doodle to the pain I'm in right now.

(seriously my body is a fungus.)

But hey, good news, I respected myself enough to go to the doctor about it!!

So that's progress.

I really hope 2021 holds good things for me.

Thank you to the mooping 10 server for always being there and keeping me sane,

Thank you tumblr for liking my au and everything.

AND A SUPER SPECIAL THANK YOU TO @evartandadam and her family for housing me and my dumb diseased ass. Everyone, she is an angel and I can't express how much she means to me. Please check out her art and buy her stuff on redbubble.

Anyways... Byebye 2020.

I look forward to what I can accomplish for myself this year.