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Tormented Spirit | 25

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"Is it such a sin to stand up for yourself?" you mutter as tears blur your vision. The way he reacted was visceral, instinctive even. "You never have to stand up for yourself ever again," says Daemon, reaching a hand to you, "come."

Daemon Targaryen x Hightower!Reader | 6k+ | cw: fem!reader, reader has brown hair, wife!reader, twin!Gwayne, arranged/forced marriage, canon divergence, alternate universe, slow burn, DD:DNE, emotional constipation, pregnancy/birth, miscarriage, panic/anxiety attacks, suicidal ideation, attempted suicide, daddy issues/child abuse/family problems, mentions/depictions of mental/physical/psychosomatic illness, ye old misogyny, angst, typos, etc.

A/N: ok one final chapter after this fr. the smut on p23 got way out of hand thus the adjustment lol. Also mitker is literally Kermit backwards HAHHAAHHA| cross posted on ao3

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Aegon had his mother's voice tuned out as she chastised him over the latest prank he pulled on the servants. He had poured so much gravy on his plate, it now looked like he had soup and vegetables.

Aemond watches him haphazardly mix his gravy and turns to his own plate. He pours a bit of gravy on his meat, mimicking his brother.

"Aegon," Alicent furrows her brows, "Aegon are you listening?!"

Aegon does not look up at her.

The Queen bristles from her seat, "do not wait for me to punish you before you listen."

Aegon whines and leans back.

She sighs, expression softening slightly now that her first born has reacted to her. She turns to her side when she hears Helaena singing the song her sister had taught her, "all the birds sing sweetly for you, so come rest ye darling wee head."

The Queen wipes her face. How badly she wishes that you were here with her. She never did know how to properly discipline Aegon. She always fears she was either too cruel or too lenient, considering her father knew only the former and she did not want to mirror him. "You will apologize to those servant women, do you understand me?"

Aegon crosses his arms, slumping in his seat. He mutters under his breath, "I don't want to."

Alicent narrows her eyes, "what did you say?"

Aegon looks at her mother in defiance, "I don't want to!"

"Well, it doesn't matter," she seethes, "you will!" then slams he fists on the table, making Aemond drop his spoon in shock. She notices and sighs, "apologies, love."

Aemond leans into his mother's touch when she brushes his head.

Aegon grits his teeth, heaving in anger.

Helaena continues singing, "the apples grow up the trees, and flowers rise up from the ground—"

"My son," Alicent says a notch softer, "your actions are a reflection of the Crown," she speaks in a low voice, hoping it would calm them both, "you are the first born son of the king. You will be measured against him as–"

"What of my first born son?" Viserys walks into the solar, weight shifting from his feet to his cane.

She comes to an abrupt stand and immediately helps him walk towards the table.

Viserys gratefully leans into his wife as he goes to the head of the table. His eyes are fixed on Aegon the entire time, "skoro syt se laehurlion?" Why the face?

Aegon refuses to answer. He has grown to detest the sound of High Valyrian.

The king sighs, "iksan sure skoros mirre issa, aōha muña iksis paktot." I'm sure what ever it is, your mother is right.

Alicent steals a glance at Aegon before helping the king sit. After,, Viserys notices Aegon's gravy laden plate. He furrows his brows, "are you awfully fond of gravy?"

Aemond turns to Aegon's plate then his father, answering for him, "ziry iksos sȳz, kepa." It's good, father.

Viserys turns to Aemond.

Aegon groans and rolls his eyes, annoyed at his brother, annoyed at his father, annoyed at his mother, annoyed at his sister, who should really just- "SHUT IT!"

Helaena stops singing. She turns to older brother.

"Aegon!" Alicent snaps, pointing a finger.

"She's fucking annoying!" he sneers.

"LANGUAGE, BOY!" the queen hisses in frustration as she scoops some peas and meat for the king.

"Let him be," Viserys waves her off, "you cannot blame him," he takes his spoon and begins eating, "he probably learned that from his uncle."

Aegon hardens at the mention. Alicent grits her teeth.

"When is uncle coming back?" Aemond mutters in between bites.

"Don't be fucking stupid-"

"Aegon!" Alicent can't help but chide.

"- they're clearly never coming back," Aegon snaps, heart thumping loudly behind his ribcage. He stares at the brown goop that has overtaken his plate and grunts the instant he sees a tear drop from the bridge of his nose.

"But they can visit for my nameday, can't they?" Aemond asks his father softly.

Viserys does not even look up from his plate.

Aegon roughly scratches his face, "they didn't come for my nameday," he glares at the imbecile.

Aemond catches the redness of Aegon's eyes.

"They didn't come for Helaena's or mother's," the eldest slams his hand on the table as he comes to a stand, "why would they come for a dragonless moron like you?"

"AEGON, GO TO YOUR ROOM!" Alicent snaps, heaving in anger at the boy.

"With pleasure," he snaps, flipping his plate over, making the gravy splatter all over the table and to Heleana who was sat across Aegon.

Viserys hears his daughter's gasp and watches his son walk away, "stop!"

Aegon ignores him.

"Come back here and apologize to Rhaenyr- Jaecy- Heleana!"

Alicent turns to king as he stammers. Her eyes water as Aegon storm out the room.

"DAEMON!" Viserys screams, immediately regretting it as his head begins to hammer.

Aemond watches as his father leans his head into his hand. He vaguely hears him mutter, 'what's that fucking boy's name?' in High Valyrian. He turns back to his plate as Alicent takes Helaena away to change.

Aegon bolts his door and drags a chair beneath the knob, more than certainly locking himself in his chambers. He runs to his bed and grabs a pillow. He hacks it against the sheets repeatedly while screaming in frustration.

Once he was tired, he jumps into bed and flails his limbs. Once he was tired of that, he sighs and lets the tears fall. He cries and stares at the ceiling as he thinks of you.

He slowly sits up and walks towards his desk. He gets a vial of scented oil and uncorks it. Citrus. Lavender. You.

More tears fall.

He leans on his desk, continuing to take in the smell as he sobbed until his mouth went dry. He grabs the ewer of wine beside him and drinks directly from it until it was empty.

Aegon is immediately tipsy.

His vision is blurry and he finds it difficult to cork the vial of fragrance, still, he manages. He opens his drawer and pulls out parchment and a quill.

𝔄𝔲𝔫𝔱. ℑ 𝔪𝔦𝔰𝔰 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔰𝔬 𝔪𝔲𝔠𝔥. ℑ 𝔞𝔪 𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔶 𝔲𝔫𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔡 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔞𝔴𝔞𝔶. 𝒴𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓈𝒾𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝓀𝑒𝑒𝓅𝓈 𝓈𝒸𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝓉 𝓂𝑒… 𝐼 𝓈𝒸𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝑒𝒹 𝒶𝓉 𝓂𝓎 𝓈𝒾𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓈𝒾𝓃𝑔𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝓉𝓊𝓅𝒾𝒹 𝓈𝑜𝓃𝑔 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓈𝒾𝓃𝑔. 𝐼 𝐻𝒜𝒯𝐸 𝒴𝒪𝒰. 𝒟𝒪𝒩'𝒯 𝒴𝒪𝒰 ᎠȺ𝖱Ɛ 𝖢ටⱮƐ βȺ𝖢Ҡ Ƒටའ ȺƐⱮටហᎠ'Ϛ ហȺⱮƐᎠȺӋ į చįꝈꝈ ҠįꝈꝈ ǶįⱮ!

Aegon slashes his quill across the paper. He screams, crumples it, and chucks it out his window before throwing himself back onto his bed.

The balled message thumps upon the head of a prince.

Laenor looks up after feeling the hit. Upon seeing nothing but a clear sky, he examines the floor, looking for whatever it was that hit him. He slowly begins to walk off upon finding nothing out of the ordinary, but just as he resumes in his usual gait, the wind blows the crumpled letter towards his boots. He picks it up before it is blown off again.

Lines weigh his face immediately when he reads it, "my poor boy."

It takes two days for that letter to come to you, or rather your place of current residence.

You weren't accepting letters anytime soon, not if your husband had anything to say about it.

"D-Dae-" you could barely manage to bring his name past your lips, not when his own were lapping your weeping womanhood like a man starved.

Your legs tighten around his head and he chuckles as he pulls out yet another peak from your aching cunt. You begin to sob when he doesn't let up and try to kick him away.

He only stops because the knock and grating call of his name from the door kills the mood. Daemon slowly pulls away from your thighs, licking his lips. His nose, chin and neck were glimmering with your sticky arousal.

You were helplessly sprawled on your back, arms by your head, chest heaving. You were teary eyed and flush. Your night gown stuck to you from how sweaty you were. You closed your eyes, thinking a nap would do you well, but you couldn't help but look at your husband as he placed a hand on your swollen belly.

Daemon is terribly proud of his work. His wife was panting from blissful exhaustion and won't be going anywhere anytime soon. Well done, man.

His head snaps to the door when the knock and the voice grows louder. He groans and rises from where he knelt at the edge of the bed. He sits at the foot of the cushions, fastening your legs around his bare torso, "what is it?!"

A servant with terrible skill of Westerosi mumbles something unintelligible from the door.

Daemon groans, set on merely ignore her.

That is, until you stir and try to prop yourself on your elbows. It's a challenge, considering you were incredibly top heavy, with your round belly and your heavy teats, not to mention your husband incessantly wedged between your thighs. He makes a face, "don't move."

You whine, "no... I really can't."

Daemon huffs, pulling away from you just to grab your shoulders and push you down.

You whine louder in protest.

Your slick dribbles down his throat, "I did not make you peak four times just for you to get off bed and answer the call of a wench."

You take a much needed deep breath and wipe his chin, "you are in no condition to speak to anyone."

He watches you rub your stickiness between your fingers. He smirks and grabs your wrist, licking them and making you squeal when he bites a knuckle. "You think so little of me."

You try to grab him when he pulls away.

Daemon chuckles and waves a hand when the bang of the door persists, "yes, yes, a moment."

"Daemon!" you call in horror, "at least wipe your face!"

He turns around merely to smile at you and opens the door anyway.

You cover your face with your arms as you hear conversation happen. Horrifically, it becomes quite long.

You cannot even relax after hearing the door close.

Daemon sees your form, the line that formed between his brows dissipates. He quietly walks over to the unlit fireplace as he opens the letter that was handed to him, "you needn't hide anymore, dearest, the girl is gone."

"You're terrible—"

He pops the waxen seahorse seal and chucks it into the fireplace.

"- uncouth, and ill-mannered."

Daemon's furrow returns when finds two papers, one uncreased and one crumpled. He skims the former, finding it was penned by your beloved Laenor, as he expected, then the latter. His brows raise when he realizes it's from Aegon.

His silence makes you pull your arms away from your face. You slightly lift your head, finding his back turned from you, "v'you nothing to say to me after such embarrassment?"

Daemon laughs loudly to mask the sound of him crumpling all the papers into a ball.

You watch him turn to you, hands behind his back, shit eating grin on his face, and groan, covering your face with your arms again.

To your unwitting detriment.

Daemon chucks the paper into the fireplace and quickly finds something to light the fireplace with, "only that I am utterly offended my slick covered skin brings you embarrassment and not pure, unadulterated pride."

You watch him crouch down to light the fireplace. You slowly roll on the bed and sit yourself up, "I'm not cold, duck."

He watches the letters burn, "I have never quacked once in my life."

You rub your belly as you giggle.

Daemon looks over his shoulder. The sight and sound of your mirth makes his lips curl into an adoring smile, "I like it when you're dumb-fucked."

You watch him stand and saunter over, chest and feet bare, trousers low enough to show the beginnings of his pubic hair. He brushes the hair that stuck to your forehead behind your ear. You lean into his touch.

"You say the oddest things."

You hum, "I still wouldn't walk around filthy, dear."

Daemon chuckles, kneeling down in front of you again.

You whimper and try to push him off before he can push himself between your thighs, "I'm tired."

"Mmm, well I was hoping you'd be exhausted," he makes a stupid face as he places his hands on your knees, "I suppose I should— aw!"

He laughs as he clutches the cheek you just slapped. You point a finger, "I'm serious. I will die if you make me peak one more time."

He leans onto your lap, rubbing the sides of your thighs, "well, you spoil sport, not only do you offend me by being embarrassed by my sincere love for you, but you doubly offend me by thinking the worst of-"

"Stop speaking," you grab his jaw, smushing his lips, "I am too hot for this conversation. You shouldn't have lit the fireplace."

Daemon growls playfully as he tries to bite your hand.

You sigh and push him away again, "enough, cow."

The prince loses his balance and falls on his bum, "rude," he watches you get to your feet, "how would you like it if I called you cow?"

You sigh, gripping your swollen breasts, "halfway there, methinks."

Daemon rises as you head to the bathroom. He opens the door for you and helps you get out of your nightgown before guiding you into the tub. You hiss at the water.

His brows furrow, "cold? I can ge-"

"It's fine," you shake your head and slowly sink down, "someone kept me from bathing for far too long."

Daemon removes his pants and comes in with you. He hisses, "fucking hell, it is cold."

"Daemon! No! Out! Now!"

He happily ignores you, even as you punch his arm to prove your point. He turns to avoid your assault but then takes some soap and begins to wash the arm you used to hit him.

You glare, "get out."

"I don't know why you're complaining," he says, focusing on your arm, "I'm literally helpi— aw!"

"You're helping to get your cock wet."

Daemon looks at you, "well, obviously— AW!"

"Get out!"

"I was going to say obviously I'm helping because I love yo-" he clamps his mouth and eyes shut when you splash water onto his face. Just as he opens his eyes, you splash him again.

You giggle as you hear him groan.

"Ao tymagon lēda perzys, riña." You play with fire girl.

You tilt your head, "funny," you splash him again, "kostan emagon kivigon bisa iksin iēdar." I could have sworn this was water.

Daemon gives you a look, as if daring you to splash him again.

So, you do.

You squeal, as soon, he grabs you and seals you in his arms. He pulls you on his lap and bites your neck.

"You think I won't fight back?" he bites your shoulder next, "I'll make you peak on my knee, don't test me."

"Alright!" you wrangle against him, "I'll stop! Please, don't make me peak again."

He makes a face, "that doesn't sound right."

You take the soap from him and rub your arms, leaning into his chest, "it is right if you don't want me to die."

He pauses then brushes your hair aside, "I don't want you to die."

"Good," you raise a brow at him, "I should like to grow old with my child after I give birth."

All of Daemon's smugness is completely washed away as you wash the stickiness on your thighs. He takes a breath and adjusts you on his lap, arms coming around to clutch your belly. He nuzzles his head into the crook of your neck, kissing you there, "you will. I swear it."

You lean into him, "you cannot swear it anymore than I can, pup."

"I can," he mutters, rubbing your bump, "their maesters will burn if harm befalls my wife—"

"They do not call them maesters here, darling."

"— or my heir."

"..."

"..."

You look at him.

He looks back at you.

"I thought you said you've no need of heirs?"

There is an irritation upon him, "I don't."

"I cannot guarantee you a boy, m-"

"I know," he raises a hand, "I don't need a boy. A girl can happily inherit nothing from me."

You press your lips into a line and look down when you feel the babe kick. You take his hand and place it there.

Daemon looks at his hand, silently awaiting movement with gentle rubs. His hand stops when he feels his baby move.

You smile softly, "do not be so disappointed in us if the babe is a princess."

He furrows his brows, "I would not."

You smile wider as he brushes your hair. You hun, "you needn't pretend you don't prefer a son."

He says nothing.

"For both of our sakes, I prefer that it be a boy as well."

He calls your name.

"That I would have completed my duty."

"Your duty is to live with me until my last breath," he speaks with conviction, hands on your bicep, "do not speak as though our child's beginning is your end."

You smile again.

His expression crumples at the tears that accompany it.

"It is not," you muster, hoping to convince the both of you.

"It isn't," he kisses your forehead. He begins to soak your shoulders, "now, let's get you clean."

After bathing, you both emerge from your chambers wearing the fine silks your host gifted you. Daemon drones about his dragon ride yesterday and you lean into him as you head to the dining room for an awfully late lunch.

"Ah, my friends!" Mitker calls from the balcony at the end of the hall. He inhales deeply then exhales grey smoke as he speaks, "you finally emerge!"

You smile at him squeezing Daemon's arm tightly.

Your husband doesn't even look at you and raises a finger at the approaching man, "put out your pipe."

You squeeze him again, always anxious by his bluntness. You can already smell the smoke wafting over and it only makes your belly churn further. You smile and rub your bump, "it's just the smell—"

Mitker raises a hand, puts his pipe out, and props it down on one of the outdoor tables. He then takes a prepared lemon slice and sucks on it as he brushes himself off. He sequentially walks over, smelling of smoke and lemon, "my friends."

Daemon raises another finger, "that's close enough."

You mutter his name under your breath, masking it further with a smile.

Mitker laughs, clasping his hands together, "the dragon's fire for his bride never wanes."

Though you could tell he truly found no offense in Daemon's speech, you couldn't help but feel remorse, "forgive me. I am just incredibly—"

"There is nothing to forgive," both men say, one reassuring and one pointed. It's obvious which came from Daemon.

Mitker gestures, "my second wife does not enjoy my smoking habit either. Do not worry your pretty little head."

You smile sheepishly.

A servant passes and her master pulls her aside. After she nods and walks off, Mitker turns back to you, "I've asked food be served. I am sure you are very hungry from coupling all morning."

Your entire body burns while Daemon flourishes with laughter. Mitker walks off, nonchalant, and talks about the food he had the cooks prepare for today.

You glare at Daemon, tugging at his arm.

‎He looks at you, lips still spilling with amusement.

‎"You're being inappropriate," you quip.

‎Your husband chuckles, "twas not I that brought up our marital conduct."

‎You swat his arm, "I meant the way you speak to Magister Mitker."

‎Daemon furrows his brows.

‎"Lest you forget, prince, we are in Lys, and rely on the kindness of our host."

‎His nostrils flare, "if he wasn't already greatly indebted to me for freeing the Triarchy from the Crab Feeder so he can freely deploy his trade boats," he raises his brows, "he should be honored host us," he tilts his head, speaking carefully, "and my dragon."

‎You clench your jaw, "Daemon."

‎"He enjoys my impertinence, you know. I play into the part he expects me to"

‎Your voice comes out as a sharp whisper, "your awareness of your own impertinence is shocking and irritating."

‎Daemon's grin deepens, "do not pretend you don't enjo–"

‎"Silence."

‎

‎"Ah," Mitker turns to you once you reach the dining table, "your midwives and healers have already arrived. If you should like to meet them before giving birth, I would be most glad to introduce you after your meal."

Your lips part as Daemon pulls the chair for you. You smile as you sit, nodding eagerly, "yes. I should very much like to meet them."

"I employed only the best," your host shrugs for effect, "midwives who have overseen the births of my 6 brides and 20 of my children, soon to be 21," he points with a laugh.

You join in his laughter.

Daemon sits next to you, watching your expression closely.

"My hired two healers have come from the famed House of Red Hands itself," Mitker nods, "they are here to help where the midwives might not, and hopefully might even help with your affliction."

The sentiment leaves you different. So much so that you, in fact, have to pull a smile when the magister stares at you a second too long.

Daemon notices. He takes your hand and squeezes it, "that is good."

You turn to his hand then back to Mitker, "it is... I am honored by your intensive care."

The man raises his arms through laughter, thoroughly pleased by the reaction, "the honor is all mine, my friends."

That moment, the servants come to serve your food.

"To have a Targaryen babe who might one day sit on the famed Iron Throne be born in my home is an honor I will have forever."

You smile at the servants as they pour your some water.

"Now," Mitker says, "eat. I must go to my children," he laughs, "I promised to play with them in the garden after smoking."

As your host disappears, Daemon serves himself some food, piling up potatoes and meat on his plate while you idly stare at your empty one.

He begins placing potatoes on your plate, "some beef, dear?"

You shake your head.

"It smells scrumptious," he gives you one despite it, "it will be good for you and the babe."

"I cannot stand the taste," you grimace then finish a cup of water.

Daemon watches. He sighs as you lower your cup then retrieves the meat with a fork, promptly eating it. His eyes remain on you as you heap more vegetables on your plate. After he swallows, he says, "they're apparently very good."

You down some more water.

"The House of Red Hands, I mean."

You turn to Daemon as he silently offers you more food. You let him serve you some stew.

"If you are worried you will be subjected to primitive methods that will yield no results, know that I will personally—"

"Their methods are not primitive, Daemon," you begin to eat.

"Yes, well, I'm saying is if they hurt you, I will whet my sword with their blood," he speaks with a nonchalant sort of seriousness.

You shake your head, "they will not. They are far gentler than most maesters."

Daemon knits his brows at that.

You offer a soft smile, "I have met two in my youth," you bring your fork to your lip, "hired by my father, of course."

He freezes where you begin eating.

A moment passes.

Daemon is no longer interested in his meal though how much his stomach cried for it.

"Your food will get cold."

Your husband cuts up some beef then turns back to you, "will you not tell me about it?"

You shrug, "there is nothing to tell, darling. They came, they looked at me, and left."

Daemon raises his brows and shakes his head.

"I told you my father tried everything," you speak between bites, "I know you find it hard to believe, but you must believe me."

"I believe you," he mutters.

You look at him as he eats some potatoes. You sigh and stroke his hair, "but you cannot believe Otto Hightower tried his best."

Daemon sighs again, leaning into your touch as you rest your hand on his shoulder, "well, he is a fucking cunt, isn't he?"

You stroke his cheek with the back of your hand. You press your lips into a soft smile, "he does love m-"

He groans and rolls his eyes.

"He does," you mutter, rubbing his nape, "just as you."

"You would compare us?!"

You do not respond.

He is thoroughly offended, so much so, he pulls away from you.

You sigh and retrieve your hand, turning back to your plate.

"We are not the same," Daemon bristles, shoulders growing tense, "I would never let you be trampled or besmirched. I would not let your condition worsen."

Though a rebuttal was on the tip of your tongue, when you lift your head, you smile instead and say, "I know."

Daemon, ever so easily placated by your subservience, easily relaxes. He suddenly feels bad that you are inclined to defend your father even in his absence, "you can stop pretending you care for him, you know."

You look at him.

"He cannot touch you here. And even if he could, I will not let him."

As your husband feeds himself, the tears in your eyes grow heavy enough to fall on your lap.

Daemon stops midchew when he notices.

"I don't pretend..." you whisper, lips wobbling, "... I just do."

The prince throat tightens but he brings himself to swallow. He wipes your tears

.

"I thought that-" your voice cracks, "-if I tell myself he hates me," you sniffle, "which he probably does..." you scratch your nose, "now more than ever."

He mutters your name as he shakes his head, "alright, that's enough. I should not have said it."

"I thought I could pretend I never felt his love, and deny it is there at all, but I-" you choke, "I do love him," you shrug and chuckle dryly, "I understand why he does what he does."

Daemon scoffs, "you understand why he casts your heart to the dogs to eat?"

"He doesn't," you shake your head, "he plots and plans, and I am a piece in the mind puzzle he's built decades strong. I must be in place, regardless of my condition."

He shakes his head as he looks away, "and my self-awareness is appalling to you."

"But you are the same."

He whips his head back at you.

You gulp and raise a hand, "similar," you corrects, "you are more similar than you-"

"I have not once intentionally broken your spirit," he snaps.

"... so.... intention determines innocence?"

"Yes."

"Then why does it hurt more to know you didn't think of me at all when you were in the Stepstones?"

He is caught off guard and it shows with his dry laugh, "but I did think of-"

"Not enough to write back," you blurt, "I wasn't even enough to make you sta-"

He comes abruptly to a stand.

You stare up at him, eyes widening, "but I understand!" you take his hand, "I understand that was the course you had to take!"

"You reopen scars from years ago to defend your father."

"I am not defending hi-"

"Then what?!" he snaps, pulling away from your touch, "you do this to get even with me?!" His expression curls, "I spoke to assure you of my protection and you spit at my face -"

You slowly come to a stand.

"- by likening me to a man you know I detest."

You bite your lip to contain your sob. You press your hands on his chest and shake your head, "you know-" you inhale sharply, "you know I do not ever mean to anger you."

"And yet-" he laughs, taking your hands, "here we are, my love."

You try to place your hands on his cheeks, but he does not let you. Though it frustrates you, you force yourself, "Daemon... I only wish that you understand my-" you shake your head, "I mean that I understand. It is the order of things. I understand that I am either with you along the way or I am in your way."

His eyes twitches, "you are my wife."

"I meant my father."

He wipes his face roughly and slowly steps back.

It agitates you, "Daem-"

"Do not call me," he raises a finger.

So you don't. You grit your teeth as he walks off. You chest grows tighter the farther he steps away.

Abruptly, he stops and turns, "I AM NOT LIKE THAT CUNT!"

You only stiffen at his words. You do not flinch. You were used to it. Your father shouted at you often like this.

Daemon turns again and starts walking away.

You no longer try to dampen your cries when when he disappears into the corner. You clutch your belly as you sit back down. Stupid, stupid girl. You promised not to speak back, remember. How could you fucking forget?

Daemon hears your cries and rips at the hair by the sides of his ears. He grits his teeth, pacing back and forth angrily down the hall before heading off.

You gasp when your chair is pulled back. You lift your gaze and try to stand when you see your husband before you. He prevents you from moving and moves your chair until he can kneel before you.

He grips your skirts then bites it through a groan.

Your lips wobble as you frown, "Dae-"

"I told you not to call me," he quips, squeezing your skirts until his knuckles were white, "I cannot bare it right now."

You sniffle and bite your lip. You tentatively try to reach for him. When your hand finally touches the crown of his head, he perks and grabs it, bringing your wrist to his mouth.

Daemon is visibly distraught as he forces your flesh against his lips. A few moments later, he's biting you, teeth digging deeper and deeper.

You gulp as the pain slowly amplifies. Soon, you cannot contain your whimper of discomfort.

He releases you then yanks your chair closer. He brings his hands to the small of your back, then rests his chin on your belly. He looks up at you, not actually putting any weight on your form. His eyes are pink. You smoothen out the messiness of his silver hair.

"I have no appetite," he mumbles.

You shake your head, "neither do I."

"You cannot afford to skip another meal."

"Yes but..." you gulp, "I do not want to eat without you."

"I will not leave," he says, "I spent the whole day pleasuring you so that you would be too tired to go to those orphans you love more than me."

"My heart," you whimper, "I do not love them more-"

"I know," he cuts you off, "but you visit them so often I am jealous anyway."

"They have no one to help them. Teaching them what I can will hel-"

"I know," he cuts you off once more, "yet all the same your generosity makes me jealous."

"D-" you cut yourself off and cover your lips with your fingertips.

He takes your wrist again. He kisses it then bites it again, "call me... and eat. Please."

You nod as he moves your chair again.

He remains sat by your feet as you consume your meal. You wipe your philtrum and realize you were starving after the first bite

Daemon perks when you bring your fork to his lips. He silently eats the beef then rests his head on your lap as he chews.

You both decide to meet the midwives and healers after, and though you could tell your husband's pride was still stinging, he held your hand the entire time, especially when the old men from the House of Red Hands decided they wanted to examine you. Daemon's eyes never leave you as they feel your belly, count your heartbeats, and question you about your affliction.

It was appealing then to be asked to leave when you suddenly went into labor. At first, he was calm enough to decline the midwife who asked him to step out of the room, but when you looked at him with your fearful, beady eyes, all hell broke lose.

What started out as low threats became full on declarations of apparent murder when the midwives insisted Daemon to exit the room. It only added to the pressure on your already tightening chest to watch him terrorize everyone.

It was the senior healer from the House of Red Hands that realizes you were slipping out of consciousness, and it was he that risked his life reeling the wrothful prince out of the room.

Daemon shoves him away upon reaching the door, and, in all his self-importance, readies to slay him where he stood, but the healer's words caught him before he could draw his blade.

"She has lost consciousness."

Daemon's fury is replaced with trepidation.

Before he could approach you, the healer yanks him by the arm and quips under his breath, "her heart is weak! She will not survive if you continue to insist on your way!"

Daemon ripps his arm out of his grasp.

"You must listen to me, boy," mutters the healer harshly, "I have seen greater men succumb to heart pains. You should be grateful your wife had the strength to take your child to term. If you cannot hold your peace and mean to throw another tantrum, get out," he looks walks off, "that is, unless you wish to hammer the final nail on her coffin yourself."

He doesn't get to reply as the healer is already by your your side, trying to help you regain your senses.

It quickly dawns on Daemon, that he, in fact, could not hold his peace. He paces around, restless and worried as he watches the midwives scramble around the room. He eventually decides to leave, but just as he does, he realizes he cannot do that either.

He is stuck walking to and fro from the room to the hall with agitation that could suffocate one even as large as Caraxes.

It worsens when you begin to scream.

More so when you begin to scream his name.

It is the most terrible sound in the world.

He does not come to you.

He cannot.

He is mortified.

He is paralyzed outside the door.

His heart racing.

Time eludes him. He doesn't know how long he just stands there curdling at the sound of his own name.

Suddenly, the fear of this being the last time you call him makes him run to your side. He freezes the moment he gets past the door.

You are sweaty, face is twisted in pain, leaning into the shoulders of two midwives. Daemon, who has run head first into war, hesitates as he walks over to you.

He calls out his love in his mother tongue.

You do not hear.

He raises his voice, "iksan kesīr. Iksan kesīr, ñuha jorrāelagon." I'm here. I'm here, my love.

You manage to look at him and immediately reach out.

Daemon takes the place of the midwives and you lean on him as your contractions persist.

It is a grueling affair. It takes two hours and some for you to crown. Your screams are heart wrenching and brings Daemon to tears. He rubs your back and hushes you, but it does nothing.

The silence that comes when your babe finally does come is equally relieving and worrying. When you close your eyes, it becomes apparent you are not strong enough to stay awake, much less to hold her.

"A girl?" Daemon mutters, tears streaming down his cheeks as the midwife's announcement. His joy battles with his concern as the healers pull you away from him.

He nearly fights them off, but thankfully does not act rashly.

Someone says something to him, but he does not hear, as he is too busy watching you bleed on the bed.

He flinches when someone tugs his arm.

The midwife offers him a smile... and his daughter.

He stares at the tiny thing— she is unbelievably little. He chokes up as she groans and fusses in his arms. She stole his face. Daemon looks up at you, filled with mirth as he calls your name, "she stole my-"

Your pale face and limp body make him go silent.

Had it not been for the midwife still beside him, she might have dropped his daughter. She tries to get him to focus. "What will you name her?"

Daemon turns to her, to his daughter, then back to you, "I- I... I don't know."

The woman rubs his shoulder, "you'll know soon enough."

He doesn't.

He leaves the girl unnamed for days, intent on waiting for you to rouse before deciding on anything.

Guilt grips him after three days of simply calling her babe.

Then soon, a moon passes.

The girl can hold her head up and smile back at him. The healers now tell Daemon if you do not wake soon, you will not wake at all. He refuses to believe it.

He points to you. His child looks. "bisa iksis muña. Iksis ziry daor gevie, Aelina." This is mother. Is she not beautiful, Aelina.

Aelina fusses. She is hungry.

Daemon struggles with himself before deciding to let the babe nurse on your breast instead of her wet-nurse this instance. He was told that it might help you wake, but there was something awful in how your involuntary form continued care for your babe while being unable to care for yourself.

Aelina immediately calms and sleeps against your bossom.

Daemon holds her in place. Aelina does the same with his sanity. He was her burning torch, her light during this time, just as her name meant.

Ever the fickle thing, the babe begins to fuss again and moves atop your chest.

"Shhh," Daemon rubs her back, "it's okay, kepa has you-"

A groan cuts him off.

He freezes, heart racing in anticipation. He calls out your name.

He realizes then that it was not Aelina that was fussing, but you.

Daemon's heart leaps into his throat when your eyes open. He breaks into a full on sob when you manage to reach for his cheek. You are disoriented as he helps you sit up. You soon follow in tears when you see the babe at your breast. Your lips wobble, "is this..."

"Aelina," he mutters, helping you hold the babe. He brushes your hair out of your face the moment you have your hold on her, "I named her Aelina."

You sob some more, unable to see her fully through the tears, "beautiful Aelina."

Daemon kisses your neck, kneeling beside your bed, watching you watch your child in wonder.

You can hardly breathe as you sob, but your joy keeps your grounded. You chuckle when she releases your nipple and you finally see her face, "she looks just like you."

He laughs, heart swelling the the sound of you, "she stole my face."

You lean into him, unable to pry your eyes of your babe as he is unable to pry his eyes off you. You sniffle, snot dribbling down your nose, "she's so beautiful."

"She is," he wipes your nose, "so beautiful."

You finally spare him a glance. You find him smiling through tears.

"I knew you would wake. I knew it," Daemon mutters.

Your lips wobble, "I'm glad I did."

He presses his lips on your temple, "so are we," he kisses you repeatedly, "so are we. Thank you, my love."

[soulrox]

The annual conference of Northeastern school officials was underway. Officials make sure to invite a few of their best/worst/weirdest principals in their states to learn. Well, the weirdest school principal is brought in to make sure that those schools' actions and grades don't affect their standing.

Metropolis and Gotham always bring the principals for the schools that are affected the most by attacks in their respective cities.

But this year, change was in the air, whispers of a new school/city just as insane as the aforementioned two. Gossip was running rampant when someone from Illinois let slip that the Principal from Casper High was coming. Casper High, the place where all the new rumors started.

(Principal from Gotham is now Ms. Gothica, and Metropolis is now Mr. Metro)

Gothica and Metro were looking forward to messing with whoever came from Amity Park. Messing with, as in just talking about everything their respective schools have to deal with, and if the principal can't handle it, then the rumors are fake or exaggerated.

Ishiyama was actually looking forward to the event. Time away from Amity Park in a city that doesn't require a dedicated hero, sign her up. She knows why she's been invited, but still. Vacation time.

Day 1 of the conference, Gothica and Metro were unable to meet Principal Ishiyama. Through several wacky comedic ways, the duo was always diverted away.

They were able to learn her name thanks to others who had the chance to talk with her. Some were even saying they believed Amity Park to be the weirdest. Several snippets of things said about what Amity Park has gone through make them want to learn the truth even more.

Gothica and Metro would not let this stand!

Day 2

(Fuck Tumblr ate this. Thankfully, I copied at least the above part of it beforehand, time to rewrite this half. Actually a bit happier with rewrite, so maybe good thing.)

Gothica was able to find Ishiyama's itinerary. (Hacking for Information is the Gotham way) Allowing the two to stage an ambush in the perfect location without interruption.

Thankfully, it went off without a hitch. The two introduced themselves and started a typical conference-related conversation before leading into how interesting Amity Park and Casper High sound.

Ishiyama: Oh, yeah, weird things have happened thanks to all the ghost attacks. We have the strangest protocols now, too.

Gothica: We have protocols for if Condiment King attacks. And how to effectively clean up after him. Without leaving a stench.

Ishiyama: Lunch Lady has taught us to eat properly because otherwise we will be cleaning up raw meat all over the school. We have a protocol for meat removal and reanimated food removal.

Ishiyama raised a brow in silent challenge.

Gothica and Metro internally: Game On!

Metro: An object thrown through the school into the science lab, making the chemicals react. We have evacuation and chemical response protocols for all that.

Ishiyama: Skulker is always throwing our hero into buildings. We can properly store our chemicals so that they cannot blow up the building, no matter what's thrown at them. We have evacuation protocols for any situation. Even interdimensional.

Gothica: We have contingencies for fear gas thanks to Scarecrow.

Ishiyama: That gas in Amity Park would possess/animate everything and try to maim the students. That still counts as an evacuation scenario. Another thing, Casper High students have had the embodiment of all fear, coaching them in football. Fear toxin would not affect my students. (Ishiyama:Skill issue)

Other conference goers are not subtle in their attempts to listen. The balance between being entertained and horrified is being used like a jump rope.

This goes on for a while. Until;

Ishiyama: Oh, actually, we don't have a contingency for a reckless driver hitting the school. But we do have a local news segment when Fenton is out driving, so we have a warning to run.

Short DPXDC Prompts #480

Principal Ishiyama, Principal of Casper High, Talking with her fellow teacher buddies from other states about the shit that goes down in Amity. She claims that her town has the strangest safety protocols in all of america. Her pals in Metropolis and Gotham just want to talk. 

[himasgod]

Hi, if you have time I want to make a request about twisted wonderland for the first year boys (just for funnies and giggles)

The reader and the first year spend a great time together (studying, doing tasks or just chilling) and at the end of the day, before the reader goes back to their dorm, the reader said "it's a really great day! I am looking for we always have time like that" and then the boys realize THAT WAS A DATE!

the realization will hit them as a brick, they had a date and don't act like that, they probably did everything wrong and that was the worse date on the story (they will overthink likely) so did they try to make it up? Or pass away when they notice they have a special someone?

Basically the first year realizing they mess up with what should be their date and now SOMEHOW they still have a partner (as you can see I just want to mess with them)

FIRST YEARS X READER

Where they realize they just had a date with you

How would the first years react if, after having spent an incredible afternoon, they found out that what they just had with you was a date?

You and Ace spent the afternoon chilling, which mostly consisted of you dragging him to actually study (while he whined), him dragging you into a prank war with Grim (which you won), and ending it all with snacks on Heartslabyul under the stars.

Just fun. Just casual. Totally not a date

…right?

“This was a really great day! I hope we always have time like this.” “Yeah, yeah, see ya—”

Ace, 3 seconds after you left:

“...Wait.” “WAIT.” “THAT WAS A—???”

Cue full-on existential crisis.

He’s lying flat on the floor of the hallway outside like he got KO’d.

The line replays in his head over and over: "I hope we always have time like this."

Bro just realized he was on a DATE and didn’t even open the door for you. Or flirt (well, he did tease you a lot—but that doesn’t count if you didn’t know it was a date!!)

He didn’t even dress nice! He wore his basketball club hoodie with cheeto dust on it!!!

Now he's thinking:

“Did I even compliment them??” “Did I make it seem like I knew it was a date?!” “Do I look like a jerk who doesn’t care???” “I told a dumb fart joke. THAT was my big date move???”

Ace is spiraling.

He panics and shows up the next day with the dumbest “apology date” ever—he drags you to the vending and tries to pay for your snack like it’s a fancy dinner. When you ask what’s going on, he’s sweating bullets.

“I’m—I’m just making up for yesterday, y’know. Since I uh… totally knew that was a date. And uh. You deserve a redo. Of the… date. Not that the last one sucked!! I just… you deserve better than THAT.”

He won’t even look at you. He’s blushing. He’s crashing.

Do you tease him? Please do. He deserves it.

Deuce was so proud of himself.

He helped you carry books back from the library, he got your favorite drink from the cafeteria, and you even helped him with homework. You both took a walk through the courtyard in the evening, laughing.

He went to bed feeling like a proper gentleman.

“This was a really great day! I hope we always have time like this.” Deuce: 😊 “Me too!”

Deuce, in his dorm at 2am, staring at the ceiling like a corpse:

“Wait. WAIT. That was a DATE???”

He bolts upright in bed. His face goes red immediately. His heart is racing. He’s pacing the room in his pink pajamas like he’s being interrogated by the Headmage.

“I didn’t open any doors for them… I didn’t even iron my uniform… What would my mum think of me...!”

He writes a WHOLE SCRIPT in his head for how he’ll apologize and ask you out again properly.

The next morning he finds you at lunch and, without even saying hello, slams a little card down in front of you.

“Please allow me to reattempt the previous engagement under official romantic terms. Sincerely, Deuce Spade.”

He’s shaking. You ask if this is a date invitation and he yells “YES!!” so loud people turn around.

You went outside NRC shopping for potion supplies and snacks, mostly. Epel had the chance to show you some hidden spots in the woods nearby, and he even climbed a tree to get you a weird fruit he claimed “tastes better than it looks.”

You ended up sitting on a bench, sharing the weird fruit and people-watching.

He was smug the whole time. He thought he was SO cool.

“This was a really great day! I hope we always have time like this.” “Heh. 'Course ya did. Yer hangin' out with me.”

Epel, two steps into his dorm:

“...Wait. Did they say ‘great day’? And... always?” “....HUH?!”

Epel has stopped working. This poor boy goes from smug to panicked farm boy in 0.5 seconds. He starts talking to himself in full panic accent.

“Did I just make ‘em climb a hill in the mud on our date?!”“No no no no no—did I even brush my hair?? Vil’s gonna KILL me!” “They gave me THE look and I was talkin’ about cow manure like a FOOL!!”

He spends the next hour writing an apology letter in messy penmanship, then throws it out because “no, that’s lame,” then tries to act normal the next day until he sees you again—and completely breaks down.

“HEY—listen, if that was a date, I didn’t mean to ruin it, okay? Let me take you out PROPERLY. I’ll comb my hair! I’ll wear cologne! We’ll eat food that don’t smell like onions!!”

He’s shaking you by the shoulders like the world is ending and you're just laughing, making him go even redder.

It was simple, peaceful.

You helped Jack train in Savanaclaw, he showed you some stances, you gave him water and cheered him on like a personal coach. He even slowed down his reps so you could try a few moves. Afterward, you two cleaned up and walked back together under the sunset. Calm. Comfortable. Quiet.

You gave him a little wave before heading to Ramshackle.

“This was a really great day! I hope we always have time like this.” “...Yeah. Me too. Take care.”

Jack, turning around:

Hm. That was...

Jack mid-walk pausing in place like he got hit by a tranquilizer dart:

“Wait.” “WAS THAT A DATE.”

He STOPS IN HIS TRACKS and just stands there like a statue. The wind is howling, birds chirping, but Jack?

Dead silent. Mentally imploding.

The spiral begins:

“I made them spar with me. That’s not a romantic activity, is it?” “I was sweating the entire time—ugh, did I smell bad?” “I didn’t even offer to walk them all the way back...” “They deserved a better time than that.”

He sulks all the way to his room. Tries to sleep. Ends up going on a 5km run at 3am to "clear his head."

The next day you find a neatly folded towel, a new water bottle, and a protein bar with a sticky note that says:

“Next time, I’ll plan something more fun for you. Sorry I didn’t realize it was a special day.” – Jack

He’s too embarrassed to say it out loud but yes, he is 1000% trying to plan a redemption date.

You’ll catch him looking up “date ideas” in Magicam.

You offered to help Sebek with his study session in the library.

He was unusually flustered, but he eventually settled down and you two got into a good rhythm—him ranting about Malleus and quietly organizing your notes so they were less of a disaster.

Later, he walked you all the way back to Ramshackle like the knight he is.

You turned before going inside.

“This was a really great day! I hope we always have time like this.”

Sebek (arms crossed, puffed-up):

“OF COURSE IT WAS, HUMAN. ANY TIME SPENT IN MY COMPANY IS—uh—GREAT.”

Sebek, hours later, in his room, gripping his pillow like it's the last life vest on a sinking ship:

“WAIT. WAIT A MOMENT.”

Complete meltdown. He throws himself to the floor like a Shakespearean tragic hero.

“I SPOKE OF LORD MALLEUS FOR TWENTY-TWO MINUTES STRAIGHT…!” “I FORGOT TO COMPLIMENT THEIR APPEARANCE!” “I MADE THEM CARRY THEIR OWN BOOKS!”

He scribbles in his notebook: “How to properly court a human”

The next day, he corners you in a hallway and formally bows, nearly headbutting the wall in the process.

“I—I was tragically unaware that our previous engagement was of romantic nature. Allow me to formally request another, in which I shall behave appropriately.”

He looks like he's facing a military tribunal.

You say yes.

He short-circuits and power walks away at supersonic speed.

[bubblegumrabbitwriting]

How would the ro’s react to a mc admitting that they didn’t care if they died to the ro’s if you don’t feel comfortable doing this ask that’s okay also sorry for the bad English 

Your English is great, and even if it wasn't, there is nothing to be sorry about. There will be options in the future that suggest the above, so I won't do super detailed reactions, but I will do little bits.

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Echo -

For Echo, like A, Salem and Harper, it's dependent on if she knows about the MC's past. If she were more sympathetic than anything else, it would make sense to her that the MC would think that way; ultimately, how would they be able to think anything else when for most of their lives they were treated as nothing other than a tool? A tool doesn't worry about when it's going to break.

She would try to convince the MC of all the things that are worth living for, and if that doesn't work, they will promise the MC that they will be with them everyday until they see it.

Cy -

Would honestly be angry, not from a lack of understanding – they have felt the same in the past – but it feels like the MC is giving up. That every moment they had to fight for their survival together was made worthless; the feeling is made worse as it breaks down their somewhat rose-tinted view of the MC that they have.

They would try to keep the anger from their voice and reason with the MC, but depending on how the MC responds, it would break through and most likely turn into an argument with some fairly hurtful words exchanged. It would be one of the few things that would actually get past their admiration for the MC, even if that anger is being caused by their admiration.

A -

Again, A's reaction would heavily depend on if they know the MC's past; if they didn't, they would probably be more joking about it. Not to be condescending to the MC, but because they feel the same, and it's easier to play it off than to dive into it with another person and dig up emotions in themselves.

With an understanding of the MC's past, they would take it more seriously and try and help the MC through, even when it ends up with them having to self-reflect on the parts of themselves they try to hide. It would hopefully end with both A and MC being able to confide in each other and become a support network for each other in whichever ways they can.

Salem -

Knowing the MC's past, she would be devastated that the MC has been pushed to that point. And she would try to communicate that to the MC but converstations aren't her specitality and it would come out in frustation, not at the MC or the way they but at herself for not feeling like she can properly handle the stituation or give the correct advice and support the MC needs.

The conversation could really end in two ways: if the MC is someone more socially competent and can break through the awkwardness to the real meaning of her words, it might be helpful, or it could end with two very awkward people trying to carry a conversation that eventually fades into silence.

Harper -

After hearing about the MC's past, the words would break their heart. Like Echo, they completely understand why the MC would feel the way they do; they haven't ever been told that their life is valuable. So they would try their hardest to just be there for the MC, offer small support and someone to speak to until hopefully the MC can find something themselves. They don't want to push their reasons for living on the MC but want the MC to find their own and what's important to them.

Thanks for the ask!

[fafodill]

can we talk about the dynamic of snape with non-magical muggle partner?

I feel like he’d have a deep fear of repeating the same mistakes eileen did with his dad but also get irrationally upset at the fact that tobias’ actions had that much of an impact into his own personal relationships whether he chooses to acknowledge it or not

It's interesting because we often headcanon Snape as hating his father and not wanting to drink or being physically violent because of him.

The truth is, we have no idea how he felt towards his parent's marriage. If I'm not mistaken this all we have:

-a hook-nosed man was shouting at a cowering woman, while a small dark-haired boy cried in a corner.

“How are things at your house?” Lily asked. A little crease appeared between his eyes. “Fine,” he said. “They’re not arguing anymore?” “Oh yes, they’re arguing,” said Snape. He picked up a fistful of leaves and began tearing them apart, apparently unaware of what he was doing. “But it won’t be that long and I’ll be gone.” “Doesn’t your dad like magic?” “He doesn’t like anything, much,” said Snape.

It may have been more nuanced that 'he hated his father and pitied his mother/was angry at her'. He certainly was anxious about his home life - as his memories in The Prince's Tale tell us - since it must have been a really stressful environment (and that he clearly maybe felt as if his father didn't like him) and his mother may have been doing some of the yelling too, but apart from some silent physical cues, canon tells us nothing.

What we know is that at the very least Eileen stayed with Tobias for 11 years. And since Severus inherited the house from his parents, she might have stayed there until her death (would he have kept the house had she left earlier? unknown but maybe less likely even tho at the end of the day the point of him keeping it is that he's stuck to his roots).

I would argue that he may have taken his sense of loyalty from his mother. Whether he understood/approved of his parent's marriage or not is irrelevant. He grew up witnessing his mother staying with his father through thick and thin -> so his absolute loyalty towards Lily (that some people don't understand) stems from this in my humble opinion.

Now, what if he found himself with a muggle partner?

Honestly... it's hard to say. Romantic relationships may be a blind spot for him so how much comparisons he would draw is truly a wild guess. I see two options:

Either he's paranoid from the get go and wouldn't entertain a relationship where his spouse might in any way be resentful or jealous of him being able to do magic. And also he'd stay mindful of the relationship not cutting him off from the wizarding world.

Or the first time they argue really loudly and his partner says something really similar to something his father said to his mother, he'd be hit with flashbacks and gets really triggered. And seriously reconsider the relation and its terms.

And if the relationship is healthy beyond that, I think he'd indeed be really annoyed at how strong of a reaction he might have in these moments. I imagine him either blowing up or completely closing off and retreating in another room and needing a lot of time to untangle his feelings.

He wouldn't want to exhibit his father's temper in this situation. He'd hate himself. But he'd also hate letting himself being demeaned or tied down in any way by his partner either. These could be really difficult to navigate and let his partner feeling lonely or shut off if they can't say certain things (that may be valid btw) to him or aren't properly explained why he's reacting this way.

If the relation is becoming toxic tho, I think the tipping point for Severus - despite his absolute loyalty (which would become a problem for him as well and he'd struggle a lot - without a proper support system to help him - to consider leaving his partner) - would be if he started struggling to perform magic.

It's pure headcanon about Eileen here, but we do know that some witches and wizard have seen their powers diminished under emotional duress.

And I think Severus would struggle to leave his s/o if he wasn't in a healthy relationship but loosing some of his magic would be absolutely unacceptable.

[razzlee-meow]

CAN WE GET SOME LEE DEIMOS PLEASE??? I WILL FUCKING DIE IF I DONT SEE ANY..

no hate to this anon, but...

content creators do not owe you anything. i know you're probably just looking for more people that make madness combat content, but i would also like to reiterate that i am an adult with an adult life. i do not have as much time for tumblr as i'd personally like anymore with school coming up and with the fact that i need to apply for jobs to get money, for life things. to live.

it also does not help that i am autistic/have adhd. i struggle with doing a lot of things and that includes keeping up with blogs or social connections i may have.

i know i'm not the best at posting things, but... i can't imagine anyone who'd want to post after seeing something like this. i'm sorry. i might have something in the future, but as of right now, i do not have anything.

i truly hope you understand this from *my* point of view, and have a good day.

[giulliadella]

Hey, if you're wondering why I deleted the post about Anonymous fanfic that didn't credit me, it's because the author credited me. I was very angry that someone without a face and a name seemingly took credit for something I spent a lot of time on. I was informed that there was no malicious intent behind it and I would like to apologize to anon.

[anaalnathrakhs]

literally the worst person alive 👍

[twilightofthesandwiches]

…So we do have some implications that Kris… at the very least, does not care for Ralsei as much as they care for Susie, or as much as Ralsei cares for them. Most notably with Chapter 2’s Teas;

I think also maybe their tendency in the recent chapters to point out the differences between Ralsei and Asriel might be related to it. They don’t want to compare Ralsei to their beloved older brother.

But I wonder if that’s beginning to change. Most notably with all the scenes of Kris and Susie comforting Ralsei and encouraging him to be himself… Obviously we are the ones telling Kris to say the words, but... it seems like it was their choice to give him a hug.

Which kinda reminds me of our first indication that Kris genuinely considers Susie their friend.

Plus, like, sure we CAN force Kris to say certain things, but they can also subtly rebel against it by saying things 'weirdly'

or immediately contradicting our words with their own.

So.... not only do they don't really resist this attempt to help Ralsei, here is how they react if you try and pick one of the most flagrant "no Ralsei you and your feelings don't matter (:" options.

They are literally fighting against the Player's control to try and emotionally support Ralsei.

I wonder if this was a matter of Kris' thoughts about Ralsei actually mirroring many Players, that they also thought he was weird and shady and that his niceness was too-good-to-be-true and that he's probably manipulative and evil. And with the revelations about Ralsei and the way he thinks about himself and his reasoning for keeping secrets in Chapters 3 and 4, it's only now that Kris is starting to let their guard down around him and allows themself to like him.

Or if it's a matter of... clearly Kris' situation with the SOUL (AKA us) is a very unhappy one for them. Even if it also seems to be part of the plan Kris and Evil Phone Voice are on, it is not a pleasant experience for Kris. It might be that the thing that endeared them to Susie so much in the first place is the way that she also chafes and rebels against being 'railroaded' by the prophecy stuff all through Chapter 1 - and therefor they were always put off by Ralsei's happy-peppy lack of resistance to following anything the prophecy said....

Hell... we STILL don't know what these two talk about when the SOUL is away following Susie... if Ralsei told Kris they need to put on a happy smile and accept being a 'Cage' for an Amoral Time God, that will certainly sour their relationship.

But now Ralsei is opening up to how much this fatalism has caused him pain, and now he's starting to push back against it. And maybe now Kris can understand that Ralsei is also in the same boat as them and Susie, that they are kindred spirits.

Or maybe... that whole deal with Kris and the Evil Phone Voice seems to indicate they might've known about Dark Worlds and how they work before the story of the game properly starts, and at least that they understand them more than Susie does. Maybe Kris themself thought of Darkners the same way Ralsei thought. Maybe they were distant from Ralsei because they saw him as not 'real'. And watching Ralsei unlearn this mindset is causing Kris to reconsider the way they were thinking of Dark Worlds and Darkners.

Or... well... it could just be as simple as Kris seeing how much Ralsei matters to Susie. We have constant reminders through these two chapters of how much Susie cares for Ralsei and how much she sees them as a trio. So even if Kris just doesn't Vibe with Ralsei, thinks he's annoying or weird or creepy or whatever, Kris cares for Susie, so they know they have to care about her other very best friend.

I wonder if the reason behind the Person-Flavor-Teas being 'Rotten' past Chapter 2 is because Chapter 3 and 4 actually have a lot of subtle shifts in the characters' relationships and it would've been unpractical to keep track of them all, or simply narratively unsatisfying to spell them numericaly out like that.

[st7rnioioss]

WHEN BSF!CHRIS CAN'T KEEP HIS HANDS AND THOUGHTS OFF INEXPERIENCED!READER ₊˚⊹ ᰔ

˚𝜗𝜚 warnings... grinding, smut, p in v, unprotected sex (don't do this!!), kissing ˚࿔ notes: i'd like to say beforehand this is a little further into their relationship! I'll add more background stuff later<33

chris was restless. he continued to toss and turn in your bed, finally settling on his side, one arm slung around you waist while gently tugging you closer to him, pressing your back flush against his chest while you were sleeping peacefully.

he tried to doze off, he really did. but sleep seemed like the furthest thing away when he laid there, listening to your soft breathing, as the only currently audible noise, feeling the way your chest rose and fell under his touch.

his mind was running a million miles an hour, and he couldn’t get it to stop. it was dirty, wrong thoughts—about you. his best friend since.. well, for as long as he could remember. it had become something more usual, but this time he couldn’t control it.

you’d always been attached to the hip, but never once had he thought about you like this. never had he wondered what you’d look like naked, vulnerable under him.. okay, maybe a few times, but never to this extent. you'd only gone as far as him showing you how to finger yourself properly, where he took over the job because he couldn't resist.

how would you react to his touch? would you reach for his hair? his arms? would you grab the sheets instead? what did your moan sound like?

the real question was why on earth he was having these dirty thoughts about you. you were the sweetest girl he’d ever laid his eyes on, so sweet it gave him a toothache whenever you’d innocently bat your eyes at him, begging him to go get ice cream with you.

gosh, make it stop, he thought to himself, groaning when he snaked his other hand down to try and ease his rock-hard cock, which only seemed to make it worse, hardening even more under his own touch.

he didn’t know what to do, and only to worsen his panicked state, you started turning, his arm momentarily slipping from your waist when you faced him.

your eyes were thankfully still shut, lips in a soft pout from the pillow pushing them together. the sight didn’t help either. nothing helped him ease his raging hard boner. you laid there, so pure, unknowing of his sinful thoughts while your peaceful, gentle look only made the tight restrain in his boxers worse.

sleep was out of reach by now, his hand desperately trying to relieve his aching cock with a groan by carefully rubbing his palm over the bulge—but then your eyes fluttered open. he stared down at you with widen eyes, almost in disbelief that he’d been caught somewhat rubbing himself through his pants, but you didn’t seem to notice right away.

“are you okay?” your soft voice was heard. “you seem restless..” yeah, his constant tossing and groaning woke you up, but not enough to fully comprehend the situation chris was in.

“i- i can’t sleep. that’s all,” he whispered back, blinking rapidly while your eyes scanned his face, roaming every feature you were so familiar with.

speculating about his somewhat unsure answer, your eyes made their way down his chest when he let another whine slip, noticing the way his palm pressed against his groin, and you immediately felt ten times more awake than you were before. heat rushed to your face, before your eyes met chris's desperate gaze.

“oh..” you quipped, suddenly hyper aware of every movement of his, every desperate groan you’d heard behind you just moments prior now making much more sense.

“p-please, just- just let me.. let me put it in,” chris pleaded miserably, letting his free hands knuckles brush over your reddening cheek, his touch gentle as ever.

“chris- no, we can’t..” your answer only made his dick harden, though it seemed fucked up. you were so damn innocent, a prude even. you’d always avoided the topic of sex, not daring to go down that path ever. but he knew that when it came to him, you could bend the rules. “please- i’ll make it quick, i’ll just put the tip in. it hurts so fucking bad,”

but something about the situation caused you to turn curious. chris begging for your touch, begging to let him do something about his hard erection, to touch you.

“okay..” attentively, you turned around to lay in your previous position on your side, chris's hand slipping from the front of his shorts, letting out a deep sigh of relief.

“thank you, thanks- thank you,” he babbled, his clammy hands making their way to the elastic waistband of your sleep shorts, slowly pushing them down your thighs, until they pooled around your ankles, that you continued to gently kick off.

“i promise i’ll be careful, just the tip..” his breath fanned across your neck, making a soft gasp slip from your lips.

your eyes were wide open and lips parted when he hooked his hand under your thigh, gently lifting it to spread them apart, carefully placing your leg back down as if you were made of fragile porcelain.

“o-okay..” you spoke quietly, your breath hitching when his finger made contact with your panties, gently tugging them to the side. “already so wet f’me..” his voice was husky against your ear, lips grazing the sensitive skin as his thumb slowly ran between your slick folds, a weak moan falling from your parted lips.

you were driving him insane, already dripping for him, and it only took a couple right touches and words. oh, how bad he wanted to keep showing you how to feel good, let alone be the first one to. he'd already gotten his fair share on that part.

you’ve never been more nervous, but yet you felt safe with chris pressed so close up against you. it was chris after all, he’d never do anything to hurt you, plus, he was always so gentle with you whenever it came to stuff like this. your hands tugged the stuffed animal you usually slept with to your chest, nuzzling your nose into the neck of the teddy, the soft material under your fingertips easing your mind a little.

“i’ll be gentle, angel.. no need to worry,” he whispered, one of his hands maneuvering his shorts down mid-thigh, along with his boxers, the other one gently running down the side of your face, tugging a few strands of hair behind your ear.

he wrapped his palm around his cock, fisting his cock with a lewd moan, before bringing the head of his cock to your entrance.

“i’ll put it in now.. it’s just the tip, don’t panic..” he mumbled, pressing a reassuring series of kisses to the side of your neck, feeling you nod. “go- go ahead..”

those words was all he needed, gently smearing his sticky tip down your soaked folds, before pressing it forward, watching it disappear inside of you.

“holy- holy fuck..” he groaned between gritted teeth, his fingers gripping at your hip, a weak gasp elicited from your mouth. “oh, chris..”

your moan was silenced from the soft teddy in your arms, eyes fluttering shut at the slow intrusion, letting whines fall from your lips.

chris nearly lost his mind when he felt your walls squeeze around his tip—it took every fiber in his body not to stuff you full of his cock, not to completely ignore your previous, innocent words and start fucking into you.

“gosh- chris..” you whined, nails digging into the soft fur under your hands.

you could practically feel the desperation seep out of him from behind you, his throbbing dick just aching to be inside you.

“m’sorry angel, sorry.. i can’t hold back, please say something-“ chris's voice was strained with despair, his fingertips digging into your bare hip, smoothing his palm over your thigh.

“it’s- its okay..” you whispered, words somewhat muffled, but coherent. he was thankful almost, mumbling continuous praise and ‘thank you’ into your ear, smoothing his palms down your sides, under your top.

it sure was okay, he could tell. you were drooling around his tip, only making it easier to slide right in—which he did. holding tightly onto you, leaving kisses down your neck and back, he pushed his cock further inside of you, slowly.

“h-halfway, baby.. you’re doing so good,” he husked, his heart pounding in chest as he stilled his movements for a minute, allowing you to adjust.

you couldn’t keep quiet, eyes rolling to the back of your head while they fell shut, biting down onto the plush toy to restrain the moans. yet, pornographic whimpers slipped from your gritted teeth from the painful yet delicious stretch, making chris's head turn to mush.

“fuck.. you’re so perfect,” he hissed, sinking his length in until he was fully sheathed inside your heat with a sigh of relief.

blubbered moans fell shamelessly from the both of your lips as he slowly rutted against you, a hint of pain striking through you as you adjusted to his size.

you knew it was wrong. so, so wrong. friends didn’t do this, they really didn’t. what was gonna happen after this? would you just go to bed and wake up just usually tomorrow, just treating it as a favor?

but even though, you never wanted it to stop. his soft touch, lips continuing their work on your lower neck, stuffing you full of his cock when he rolled his hips.

“does it hurt?” he purred, his hot breath mingling on your neck, making a slight shiver run down your spine.

“no… chris, it feels- feels good,” you breathlessly whimpered, gripping the plush animal between your arms as if your life depended on it, listening to the dirty squelching of your pussy, basically drooling onto the soft material between your lips.

he only nodded, feeling your walls flutter around his cock, clenching and squeezing the life out of him. your back arched just slightly when he hit a specific spot within you, moaning loudly into the stuffed toy.

“y-you’re doing so well.. so beautiful,” he cooed, the praise going straight to the pit in your tummy, feeling the tension tighten as your teeth nibbled on the soft plushie.

“oh- oh my god..” without any warning, the waves came crashing over you, your chest heaving while your grip loosened on the soft plushie in your arms.

“jesus christ,” he panted, his slow but rhythmic thrusts continuing, until he reached his climax as well.

“shit- i’m gonna come,” he barely got to say, before the ropes of white spilled inside of you, letting out a shaky breath at the release of tension. you felt limp in his hold, your face growing hot, and heart racing with lidded eyes.

“thank you, thank you angel,” his breath hitched as he slowly pulled out. his pink lips left repeated kisses to the side of your face, listening intently to your breath regulating gradually, the pants turning back to the soft breaths he’d been listening to just moments prior.

you let a small smile break, nuzzling your nose back into the teddy bear to hide your blushing face, as if your back wasn’t turned to him. “it’s fine…”

his fingers danced across your waist, making their way to your hip, giving it a gentle pat as a dazed smile settled onto his lips.

“come on, pretty.. we gotta go pee,”

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[yes-no-maybe-soo]

Okay so listing the shit Sylus has gone through from memory...

He is heavily implied to have been rejected or outright abandoned by his parents as a very young dragon

He was always an outcast. Not human enough. Not dragon enough.

He cut off his scales and his horns because he hated them so much. But they grew back no matter what he did (again as a child)

The only kin he had got slaughtered right in front of him. Leaving him as the last dragon alive.

The same humans who slaughtered his kin but spared him because of his appearance turn on him the moment they see he is not in fact human and try to kill him. Again, this all happens when he is young.

He is then persecuted by humans until at some point, he ends up sealed in the Abyss, a greatsword lodged in his chest, preventing him from moving freely even down there. He stays like that for 1,600 years, surviving on Wanderer Protocores

He meets MC, who frees him. They fall in love, split half their souls with each other, and are happy. But due to the dragon's curse, Sylus is destined to kill her one day because she is his beloved... or she him, because she is his destined archnemesis.

MC is taken from him. Sylus goes berserk and loses his mind, his dragon instincts taking over fully.

He sacrifices himself for MC last second before he can kill her. Breaking their curse. Giving her a chance at a life free from being used and abused, and himself eternal rest

Only, MC has other plans and curses him to eternal life, essentially. Only she can kill him.

At some point in time, Sylus is reincarnated together with MC in the nebula. There they are both locked up in a gladiatorial cage as mere children, forced to kill for public entertainment. Think Hunger Games.

They successfully escape together, but at a later point in time they are separated by the Deepspace Tunnel or as Sylus says "You were quietly moved to another garden in a foreign land".

Sylus ends up in space-time prison. We don't know how long he spent there or what was done to him, but I doubt it was in any way pleasant or easy.

He escapes and space pirates through the cosmos for MC, who he can probably sense is still out there. He eventually pinpoints her location, but is unable to properly reunite with her... because she has regressed to a young child. He frees her, but walks off... effectively losing her a third time. He also learns of the horrific torture that Gaia put her through. He watches over her from a distance, but never approaches her, valuing her autonomy too much to insert himself. But he waits for her. Hopes – no, knows – that she will find her way to him, if only to seek answers about her past.

The next 12 years – as most of his existence – are spent almost entirely alone, with no one except Mephie for companionship. He has no friends. No family. No close associates. Things do improve with Luke and Kieran's arrival.

14 years after he left her, he meets MC again. But she doesn't remember him, and worse, actively hates him and blames him for the death of her family, of which he had no part.

He is told straight to his face that MC – his soulmate and prime reason for living – rejects him, fears him, and is disgusted by him. Which very visibly hurts him.

Sees the Deepspace Tunnel again and with it, memories of losing MC. Again, the pain on his face is very visible.

In Death and Rebirth, he gets a hurtful reminder that he still doesn't have MC's full trust. And – yet again – the distress is apparent. Because their trust in each other is everything to him.

So... in summary: Sylus has been used, abused, isolated, and locked away for most of his life. He is so unused to kindness and to being treated like a human being that he doesn't know how to react when people wish him happy birthday.

Any care he was shown for the first millennia of his life came exclusively from MC, the one person to actually see him as something other than a Monster. Said soulmate is taken from him twice, tortured and repeatedly killed, her memories of him erased. When they meet again in current timeline, she hates him, and it takes a long time for Sylus to undo the damage of their first meeting.

The man has not had it easy, nor has he gotten to feel much joy.

So it'd be understandable to become bitter. Cruel. Cold.

But he doesn't

Hell, he never even crashes out (as far as we know).

Instead he's compassionate, an animal and nature lover, attends and donates at charity events, takes in the two orphans that tried to kill him, is the King of Consent, very emotionally mature etc.

Sylus is so strong, man... he never lost himself. He never lost his innate kindness despite a life (or lives ig) where nearly none was ever shown him.

[quickestgold]

1) Love your writing and cant wait to see more!! 2) For the prompt inspiration, what about something along the lines of Jack's girlfriend, that Dana and Robby don't particularly like, shows up seriously injured at the Pitt?

Someone New: Dr. Jack Abbot x Reader

Synopsis: After witnessing the fallout from Jack's failed marriage, Dana and Robby have been skeptical of his new relationship. But when a freak accident forces them to see the depth of Jack’s feelings, their perspectives shift.

Warnings: Canon-typical depictions of trauma; traffic accident, death, injuries, mentions of a failed marriage, divorce

Word count: 1.9k

A/n: LMFAO guys, most of my requests rn are for injured readers are we okay? Anyway... enjoy xoxo (also, thanks so much for the compliment!! messages/comments like these are super motivating <3)

Mistress. Homewrecker. The Other Woman.

You’ve called yourself worse a thousand times. The guilt over how things started with Jack weighs on you. And though his love feels sweet and pure, it offers little comfort in the face of their judgment.

You wish you’d met under different circumstances. Started things the right way.

But in your heart you know it’s real. Even if they don’t.

The truth is, Jack’s marriage was over long before you came into the picture. They were separated when you met, though the divorce wasn’t final.

So you let others believe that it was your fault. Made little effort to dispel the rumors. To introduce yourself properly.

Maybe you were embarrassed.

Definitely ashamed.

Perhaps they had a point and you destroyed a perfectly good relationship. Or at least got in the way of Jack and his ex trying to salvage what was left.

But it doesn’t matter now. Not anymore. Nothing does.

“Female. 30s. Car vs. pedestrian. In and out of consciousness. Possible head injury. Probable femoral fracture”, the EMT presents.

The cold metal of the gurney beneath you makes you shiver, harsh sterile lights flickering overhead.

“Woah. What happened?” Dana’s voice is laced with concern.

“I’m fine", you murmur, but your voice betrays you, weak and unconvincing. “Just a bit sleepy.”

Why is everything spinning?

“You hit your head?” Robby's voice is sharp and suddenly close, the light of his pen so bright it feels like it’s burning through your skull. He instructs you to follow his finger. You try, but your vision is distorted, like shattered glass. You can barely manage to focus.

“I- I’m not sure”, you confess, struggling to catch your breath, your lungs burning.

“Someone pushed her into oncoming traffic", the EMT continues, calm and clinical, part of his routine. "A bicycle hit her head-on and a car slammed into her hip."

His words hit you like a punch to the gut and your stomach twists with horror.

You can't remember any of it.

You try to move, to sit up, but your body refuses.

Why is your face wet? You beg, pray, it’s just tears. It has to be.

But it’s thick and warm. And the familiar, metallic smell makes your head swim.

“J-Jack… I-“, you plead.

Robby’s movements are faster now. His commands sharp and alert. He gestures to Whittaker, who immediately reacts, moving swiftly, as he rushes out of the room, a quiet urgency in his steps.

Everyone knows about you and Jack. Though it feels like no one approves. Almost no one.

“Y/N, it’s okay. Just keep your eyes open for me, alright?” Collins’ voice is warm, grounding. She takes your hand and squeezes it tightly. You’re thankful. Thankful for her presence. To see a friendly face amidst the chaos.

But you can't shake the quiet fear that maybe... it’s the last one you’ll ever see.

Heather is one of the few who welcomed you, made an effort to get to know you.

You’ve become friends.

You meet up for coffee, chat for hours about the boys. And though her and Robby’s relationship ended, you can tell there is unresolved sadness between them. You wonder if either of them will ever admit it.

“Heather… I-I’m…” Your voice is barely audible now. You're slipping. Slipping fast.

You fight to stay awake. To hold on. Just a little longer. At least until you see Jack.

Until you get to say goodbye.

But your eyes grow heavier by the second, something pulling at you, each blink slower than the last.

You can hear yourself saying something. But it’s far away.

You’re shaking. Why is this hospital so goddamn cold?

Before you can say another word, everything fades to black.

“Male. 20s. Cyclist vs. pedestrian. Unconscious. Blunt force trauma to the head. Multiple fractures", another EMT announces, as they rush the gurney into Trauma Two, the team prepared and ready to work in perfect sync.

Jack's moves are quick, methodical. Driven by one clear, urgent goal: to stabilize the patient first, then assess for further injuries.

“Dr. Abbot?” Whittaker’s voice is tentative, his gaze flicking nervously between Jack and the patient on the table. He hovers just inside the doorframe, not quite sure whether to disturb Jack or not.

Jack glances up briefly, his hands moving over the patient's chest, steady and determined.

Whittaker hesitates, his voice shaky. “We need you in Trauma One.”

“I’m a little busy.” Jack mutters. “Get Robby!” His voice laced with authority. An order, not a suggestion.

He isn’t finished with this patient yet, not ready to be pulled away.

Whittaker hesitates, before he nods and steps back. Jack watches him go, but there's no time to think about what might be waiting in Trauma One.

His focus is here, the young patient's life literally in his hands.

“Abbot?” Robby growls, frustrated at Whittaker’s failed attempt.

Whittaker shakes his head, his expression tense. “He’s treating the cyclist in Trauma Two”, Whittaker answers, almost apologetic.

Robby curses under his breath, his eyes flashing to Dana.

He knows Jack will never forgive them if something happens to you and they didn’t tell him. If Jack doesn't get to you in time.

Dana knows, too. She knows that this isn’t just about the accident. It’s about what they owe Jack and what they owe you.

“Hold compressions.” Jack orders.

Everyone’s eyes are fixated on the monitor, but the flatline continues.

“Okay." Jack’s voice drops. "That’s it.”

“Time of death: 10:35”

Jack takes a minute of silent reflection. He’s been here before. Too many times. But it never gets any easier.

He steps out into the bay, taking a breath. His eyes search the nurse’s station, which is unusually empty.

Javadi almost crashes into him, gripping a blood bag tight to her chest. Jack steps back, putting distance between them.

“Slow down. If you trip and fall you’re no good to anybody.” Always the teacher, calm and collected. “Where’s Robby?”

Javadi stumbles over her words, struggling to catch her breath. “Trauma One, a- a pedestrian got hit.”

“Shit." Jack mutters. "I just called it on the cyclist.” His brows furrow. “Need any help?”

“Not sure… it’s not looking good.” And with that, she rushes back in.

Jack watches her go, making sure she doesn’t run into anyone else. His gaze flicks to the glass doors of Trauma One, catching Robby’s eyes. He's pressing into someone’s chest with practiced ease.

But there’s something else. Panic.

Jack’s alarm bells go off. He moves, quickly.

But before Jack reaches the door, Dana steps into his path. She places her palm against his chest, gently pushing him back.

“Jack”, her voice calm but firm. “You can come in, but we need to do this the right way, honey.” Her eyes soften, full of compassion. “Robby’s doing everything he can.”

In that moment, Jack catches a glimpse of the patient’s face. Your bloodied, gorgeous, beautiful face. The woman he loves.

Multiple hands are on you, your own dangling off the side of the gurney.

His eyes lock on the delicate ring he gave you only a few days ago.

The one that was supposed to be forever.

“What the fuck”, Jack tries to push past Dana, but Langdon and Matteo are already there, hands on his arms, holding him back.

“Dana”, Jack’s voice cracks.

“I know, hon. Take a breath”, she rubs soothing circles on his chest, then steps back. “We’ve got her!”

The sincerity in her voice, comforts him, if only slightly.

The fact that he just called his patient’s death a few minutes ago, tells him everything about the severity of your injuries.

There's a deep ache in Jack’s chest as he follows Dana into the room. He steps to your side, his hand brushing gently over your forehead, the way you like it. The way he’s always calmed you.

“I’m here, baby”, he whispers, his voice raw. “I’m here.”

He watches Robby and the team work, each movement calculated, each second agonizing.

He knows his place. He won’t overstep. His only focus is you.

Like many times before, Jack finds himself on the rooftop. Each inhale of the harsh midnight air a painful reminder of you in that hospital bed, fighting for every breath.

Jack feels someone approaching, doesn’t have to turn around to know who. “Who pushed her?” Jack's voice is low and raw with pain.

“They’re…-" Robby pauses, scratching his neck nervously. "They're still looking.” His tone is soft.

Jack nods, but the corners of his mouth turn downward. “You’ve been too hard on her, man.” He exhales sharply.

“I know, brother.” Robby's words are filled with guilt and regret. He wants to make this right. Needs to.

Jack's gaze hardens. “She was afraid, you know. Felt like you were judging her… more than me.” He huffs out a humorless laugh.

Robby’s remorse is palpable. “We were worried about you. Didn’t want to see you get hurt. We had no idea it was serious between you.”

“Does it matter?” Jack’s voice cracks on the last word.

“I- I suppose not.” Robby shakes his head. “I’m so sorry.”

Jack nods. He doesn’t need Robby’s apology. You do.

“She gets it. She gets me.” Jack's looking straight at Robby now, barely bringing himself to say the words. “I wish you’d had the chance to get to know her. You would've loved her…” He tries to hold in a strangled sob, but it escapes anyway.

Robby steps closer, placing a hand on Jack's back, voice gentle and reassuring. “I still can… If she’ll let me.” He realizes he needs to carry that hope for both of them right now.

Jack isn’t convinced, but Robby’s belief gives him a moment’s peace.

The door to the rooftop suddenly slams open. Jack and Robby both turn instinctively.

Dana stands in the doorway, her pulse racing. “Jack.”

Jack is terrified to hear what she has to say, assuming the worst.

The midnight air suddenly feels suffocating.

“Jack?” Your voice is barely a whisper, fragile and tired, the effort of speaking taking all of your energy.

“Hi, gorgeous.” He moves closer to your bed. “Are you in pain?” The concern in his eyes certainly isn't helping, it hurts to see him like this.

You shake your head, but it’s a lie. You know it and Jack knows it too. He doesn’t hesitate, moving swiftly to the IV to adjust the meds with practiced hands.

Warmth floods you and you exhale slowly. The deep physical ache subsides and your thoughts clear. Only now, you can fully appreciate that you’re alive. That Jack’s here.

“I’m here," he repeats, more to himself than to you and for a second you wonder if you said the words out loud.

Jack's hand is gentle against your skin, brushing a loose strand of hair from your face. “Robby and Dana feel badly about how they’ve treated you.” The words heavy with sorrow.

“They shouldn’t.” You're exhausted, but you mean it. “They don’t even know me.” You give him a smile, weak but genuine.

“Maybe it’s time we change that?” Jack leans in gently stroking your forehead, like he always does. Like he always will.

His other hand traces the space where your ring used to rest. You realize it’s no longer there. It was taken off during the chaos of saving you. But Jack knows where it belongs.

With a tender, deliberate touch, he slides the ring back onto your finger, a symbol of the forever he’s promised.

Hahahah aaall the fluff!! It was needed after so many angsty requests lol Pls comment/share your thoughts below. ♡

[fanged-fanfics]

Hello! I want to make a request!

Imagine if reader gets stuck in game (from like this human reality) and turns into a cookie... And I don't think cookies have like fingers and stuff like that so we'd obviously struggle with that part and many more...

And how would Pure vanilla and Shadow milk cookie react to that? They don't know we're not from here because we don't say it to them, but they can clearly notice that we can't even hold a rock or walk properly and etc..

Ty if you decide to do this!

☆ Whole New Reality — Shadow Milk and Pure Vanilla (seperate) x Human!Reader HCs ☆

Genre: Fluff || they/them pronouns for reader || No warnings needed

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ᯓᡣ𐭩 Upon entering this new reality, you were surprised when you landed in a shadowy area where a group of three were huddled up and chatting together. The blue leader turned to you, floating over and asking how you'd stumbled in

ᯓᡣ𐭩 He found out pretty quickly that you couldn't even stand well, much less walk. He used the end of his staff to lift you into a proper stance, joking that you were acting like a Sugar Gnome after being through a salad spinner

ᯓᡣ𐭩 He introduces himself as Shadow Milk, offering outright that he could tell you were new here. You panicked a little initially, but with a deep bow he dramatically proclaims that he'll be your guide. A helping hand would be nice, yes? And who better than him!

ᯓᡣ𐭩 You stood confused while his henchmen applauded behind him, noting how noble it was of him. He soaked in your praises while pulling you close to his side, an arm wrapped firmly around your shoulders. He flashes you a wide smirk while mentioning that he thinks you're going to be very good friends

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Alternatively, you find yourself in a warm field in front of a kingdom, confusion filling you right before a blinding light of the sun burns your eyes. You cover your face, attempting to stand when suddenly feeling a supporting hand on your shoulder

ᯓᡣ𐭩 A gentle voice asks if you're alright, a large sleeve coming up to block the sun from your vision. As he holds you up, you try to play it off, but he becomes immediately concerned when you can't go two steps without stumbling and falling to the ground

ᯓᡣ𐭩 He tells you not to move, assessing your legs in his hands to see if he can sense any injuries. His staff waves over your form, and he seems confused once he pulled back. There doesn't seem to be anything physically wrong, but you seemed so disoriented

ᯓᡣ𐭩 He eventually helps you stand once more, telling you to hold tight while he begins walking you to the castle. He promises to help you in any way he can, meanwhile you're mentally trying to think how you're going to explain where you're actually from. For now, you're content to just lean against the Healer while he promises you some beverages for the trouble

[twstfanblog]

Heya can I get a Housewarden reacting to a male! reader that hides whatever injury he got form them when they overbloted but shrugged it off once they found out " hey worth it!"

Boys React to Injured Reader

Overblot Boys x Reader

A/N: I know the ask said male!reader but nothing really shows it to lean male or female aside from two uses of male pronouns.

Riddle

You got some pretty bad gashes on your arms from rose bushes being thrown at you going mach 4. They are decently heavy and though they didn't look it, had some pretty nasty thorns on them.

After Riddle's overblot, you had your arms wrapped up for a good few weeks afterwards from how deep they were. He wouldn't notice them since the uniform is long sleeved. But if you modify your uniform to be shorter, they'd be easier to notice.

Once he does notice them, he asks what you, Ace, Deuce, and Grim got into that left you so injured. Then he feels AWFUL when you tell him the gashes were from his overblot.

He's babbling out apologies, insisting that he takes you to an actual doctor to get properly healed and checked for infections. You live in an abandoned building and you have open wounds for the sake of the Seven.

Gets so quiet when you manage to tell him you don't mind the gashes. Yeah, they're annoying, doing anything has become a chore because of them. But, they're like a trophy for helping save him.

Becomes so aware of your arms now, manages to get some advanced medical potions to decrease chances of scarring. Also, would you...maybe join him in the garden? For tea? Alone?

Leona

All of that sand whipping around was not good for anyone, and it definitely wasn't good for you. It managed to burst a blood vessel in your eyes, which isn't so bad. What was bad was that your cornea was scratched.

It was pretty easy to notice you were hurt in the aftermath, with everyone being in the infirmary when you woke up. Leona asked what the eyepatch was for, seeing how you've never worn one before.

The sigh he does once you explain that it was from sand whipping around during his overblot. Wants to see the damage even when you tell him it was really minor and set to be healed within the week.

Everyone kinda freaks out seeing your eye. It's very much still a mess even after the first dose of treatments to make sure you don't get an infection. But even with it being such a mess, you're all smiles because it doesn't mean anything to you. Leona is safe and sound and that's all that matters to you in the end.

Plus, if you did go blind or something, wouldn't it be kind of cool? You and Leona can have matching eye injuries!

Leona doesn't think that's funny and tells you as much. But for the next week, he's suddenly always around when you need to put your drops in. He'll do it for you since he claims you're squeamish and doing it wrong.

Azul

Azul is very strong in his mer form, he also has a lot of arms for grabbing people he was planning on maiming. He only had a grasp on you for a few moments, but it was enough focused pressure to crack a rib.

You only took notice once you went back to the Coral Sea Museum. The change in pressure makes your ribs ache even more than they were before. Azul took notice and tried to find the cause of your pain. But in the end he and the group made way to an underwater clinic to get you professionally checked.

The guilt he feels hearing your rib was cracked is enough to make him want to go back into his pot. Once back on land, you go straight to the infirmary until further notice.

He won't come visit for a while, sending the twins in his place to deliver you food from the lounge and to help with your breathing exercises. They're the ones who tease him about how you want to see him, to check up on him.

Jade all coy saying 'He was quite concerned about your well-being.' Floyd chimed in 'Lil Shrimpy says his messed up ribs are a good trade if it means you're ok~.'

Azul starts to show up instead of the twins at the tail end of your healing period. He's made you a study guide and gifted you his past notes to help you catch up on the classes you've missed. He also doesn't want to this to be...something that he owes you for. So maybe, once you're all healed, you can come to the lounge office to have a private meal with him. On the house.

Jamil

Your arm had a hairline fracture once you landed in the sand. Nothing too bad, adrenaline was pumping and you barely even felt it. After Jamil's overblot, it felt more sore than anything so you ignored it again.

But when Ace and Deuce show up, Deuce gives you a too strong of a high-five and suddenly, your arm is completely snapped. The party screeched to a halt while Jamil and Kalim quickly check you over.

Jamil is confused on how your arm is broken. Everyone else is completely fine and he doubts Deuce is that strong to break your bone through a high-five. Then Azul points out that you possibly landed on it wrong in the fall from...being flung across an entire desert.

Congrats, you are now an honorary Scarabia member! Because neither Kalim nor Jamil are letting you just go back to Ramshackle with a broken arm. Jamil's running himself even more ragged tending to the Kalim, the dorm, and now you.

You stop him, reminding him you broke an arm, not a leg. If he thinks this is a debt thing, you're not mad, or expecting him to pay you back for being the reason you broke your arm. You're just happy he's ok.

Jamil stops appearing around you for a while, well after your arm is healed. But you keep getting Tupperwares of dinner from Kalim. He states 'Jamil made too much'. Which we all know is a big fat lie.

Vil

(Gonna just pretend Idia doesn't kidnap them like a day later)

Magical smug had to have some type of ill effect other than the poisoning, and it did. The others were able to deal with the after-effects of Vil's overblot via magic immune systems, you are not so lucky.

What started off as a simple cough slowly progressed into hacking and shortness of breath. You had avoided Vil because you just thought it was a simple illness, and the last thing the starlet needed was getting ill. Only for him to be the one to find you on your knees, coughing and struggling to breathe.

Carried you to the infirmary where you're diagnosed with a form of magic-based pneumonia. Blot-based mucus was wreaking havoc in your lungs and it was only going to get worse without proper treatment.

Vil stayed by your side until you fell asleep that first night, then you didn't see him for a week. There'd be little gifts on your nightstand from him; throat-soothing candies, sinfully soft luxury brand tissues. So he was visiting but only when you were asleep.

You see him again when it's the middle of the night and he wakes you up to take a potion he's spent the past week crafting with Crewel's help. He hasn't been sleeping and it's noticeable. Scolds you when you state you're worried about him. Barely lets you semi-confess and is instead force-feeding you the potion. You can declare your admiration once you're well.

Idia

It shouldn't have happened the way it did. Appendicitis normally takes longer than what it took for you to be curled over in pain. Luckily, you were a top-grade science facility surrounded by geniuses. They put you in a full body scanner and quickly saw you had an infection in your stomach.

Even with everything that just happened, you were prepped for surgery in a matter of minutes. They barely got the confirmation from you that the little organ wasn't a necessary part of your digestion system. So it was coming out before it got any worse.

After the surgery, you're able to tell the doctors that an appendix can become infected and burst, but you were completely fine beforehand, so you're not entirely sure what happened. It was revealed your appendix was already infected before you entered STYX and the mild exposure to the Gates sped it up to the point it was ready to burst.

Idia is about to cringe so hard that he travels dimensions. He wants to fling himself off the edge into the Gates like Vil did. This is his fault because he can't just go to fucking therapy like a normie. No, he had to try to do global genocide.

You calm him down, stating it's not as bad as he's making it out to be. And if anything it kind of helped? your ailment was still bound to happen and instead of it happening on campus with no one really able to help, it happened at a cutting-edge science facility. Plus, he's still there with you, that's what's important.

So Mama Shroud has already added you to the family registry, you get a monthly allowance of 10k, and added to the Shuroud family weekly video calls to check up. Idia can still barely look you in the eyes because what do you MEAN being together is what's important? what kind of fucking friends to lovers ass dialogue choice was that? That was so cringe, you should be embarrassed. He says as he fumbles his words now every time he sees you.

Malleus

All you knew was that something was wrong. Dealing with all of the other's dream shenanigans, you could feel in the back of your mind, your body was trying to alert you to something. You only realize when everything is over and everyone is waking up

You are barely able to open your eyes, your head is pounding and it feels like you have water in your ears. Everyone is concerned, Lilia manages to get them all away so he can look you over himself. Checking behind your head only to feel blood and that your ears are leaking a clear type of fluid. When Malleus put everyone to sleep, you fell and literally bounced your head off of the stone floor of Diasomnia.

He was already embarrassed and ashamed of himself, one for overblotting and now for hurting his dear friend. He pays for you to be taken to a hospital and tended to properly. Visits every day while you sleep and just watches you. Leaves you blessed fruits for a speedy recovery.

Is so relieved once you're on the better side of healed, you look much less corpse-ish and have more pep in your voice again. Apologizes, offers a life debt, swears if you wish it he'll never show his face around you again. His actions nearly got you killed and the longer his overblot lasted the more likely it would have been too late no matter what happened.

Actually starts crying when you tell him the injury doesn't matter to you. That fact your 'dear friend' Tsunotaro is ok is all you need to feel well and at peace. Now there's a dragon in the bed with you, no the doctors can not get him to move. They can work around him.

[ranoutofficssoiwritemyown]

Hello, I hope you're fine!! If you are open for requests, how do you think the lads men would react to mc telling them her period is late?

Hii, so sorry for the delay. Uni and work have been crazy and I finally managed to sit down to write

Soo let's start with Zayne. He tracks your period so he knows it's late, hence he doesn't even seem fazed when you burst into his office panicking.

"Yes, 8 days to be exact. You've been under stress these two weeks and don't even eat meals properly. Although, I suggest taking a test and in case of pregnancy I'll schedule and appointment with the gynecologist in our hospital"

You can't help but look at him shocked by his calm demeanour.

"Of course, I would tell all of these 2 days ago if only you didn't ditch our appointment. Now, if you excuse me I have a patient waiting for me in surgery room"

He rose from his chair heading to the door but stopped in front of you.

"I hope you know, in case of pregnancy you don't have anything to worry about"

You just nod your head still dumbfounded and he left the room with a kiss on your forehead.

I imagine Sylus also tracking your period and he wants you to be pregnant so bad. He is the one to tell you that you're pregnant, actually. One night, when you're in the kitchen deciding on late night snack he stands beside you with his arms crossed.

"Your period is late"

He brushes off your question about him tracking your period, instead repeating his statement. You make a mental calculations and just shrug.

"Only by 3 days. It's no big deal"

He clears his throat.

"It might become a big deal. You should take a test just in case"

"It happens sometimes. Like I said, no big deal"

"Take a test, just to be sure"

"First of all it's too early. Second of all, we use protection-"

"We know it doesn't protect 100% of times"

"Oh, stop worrying, will you? I'm not pregnant"

You finally decide on strawberry yogurt.

"I think you are mistaken, sweetie. I do not fret over the possibility of you being pregnant. Quite the opposite, if we are being honest..." he mumbles the last part under his breath but you squint at him.

"Sylus"

"Yes, sweetie?"

"Do you want me to be pregnant or something?"

A small smirk pulls on his mouth

"I am definitely not opposed to the idea"

You shake your head standing on your toes to peck his cheek but he turns his head to kiss you. Even after dating him for so long this small gesture leaves you blushing mess.

"I'll be in our room" you tell him and he nods still with the lovestruck look on his face. Once you leave the room he pinches his nose mumbling about canceling the order of baby-proof items.

Poor Rafayel doesn't know what hit him. Sure he has imagined having a family with you but didn't expect it to be so soon. What do you mean there might be a baby? He's the baby. There's going to be another person you'll love as much as you love him? He has to share now? This can't get worse. And as you look at him nervously he realises you're waiting for his answer.

"Late... okay, cool cool cool...  how late?"

"7 days"

He scoffs as if it's nothing.

"7 days is nothing, right? It's- uh did you take the test?"

"Yes-"

"It's negative, right?"

His hopeful tone makes you scrunch your eyebrows.

"It is" you say hesitantly "but it's still too early to be sure. I'll take another one tomorrow"

"Yeah, of course. Okay"  He seems to calm down

"Umm Rafayel... do you not want me to be-" you clear your throat "what if I'm pregnant?"

It just hit him that he's making this worse for you.

"Oh, cutie. It's not that. I want to have children with you... someday" he avoids your eyes "it's just... yourattentionwouldbeonthemallthetime"

You just give him a look that hints you have no idea what he just said. He sighs, giving up.

"Your attention would be on them and you'll cast me aside and I'm not ready for that" He admits blushing.

"Okay well, if I turn out to be pregnant..." you trail off not knowing, or not wanting, to finish your sentence.

"I'll be there, all the way. That's my kid too, ya know"

You crack a small smile

"You're weird"

"Well, you're not perfect either" he scoffs "nevermind, you are perfect"

You just laugh at him.

Xavier is so confused

"It's late. That's amaaaziiing....lyy bad..?" He tries to construct a sentence based on your expression but fails miserably "can you tell me what that means?"

"Well I don't know. It might be nothing serious but there's a chance I might be pregnant but we always use protection so I don't know how..." You sit with your head in your hands "I'm scared"

Xavier falling silent doesn't help your panic at all.

"Please say something"

"I'm going to be a father?"

You let out a confused laugh.

"I don't know. Probably not, but you might. I have an appointment with doctor Zayne tomorrow so maybe we'll know"

"I'm going to be a father"

You start to think you broke him

"Xavier... we don't know yet"

"Yeah, of course. But I would like to have a child with you"

He closes the distance, placing his hands on your hips

"Do you not want to..."

"I wasn't planning on it yet, but I'm not against it"

He smiles gently.

"Don't get your hopes up yet, though"

"Of course"

But as you leave the room you hear him saying "I'm gonna be a dad" to himself.

One evening, Caleb comes home and lets out a sigh when he enters kitchen.

"Okay, why is the breakfast I made for you still untouched in the refrigerator? We agreed you'd eat meals properly y'know?.. Pipsquak?" He calls out in the end when he receives no answer from you. He finds you in your bedroom sitting on the bed with your knees to your chest.

"What's wrong?" He's alert.

"My period is late"

"Oh my god" He starts laughing sitting beside you and pulling you into a hug. "No wayy, did you take a test? Are we gonna have little you and me running around? I'm definitely teaching them how to shoot a gun"

"Shut up for a minute" you grumble in his chest "I didn't take a test. It's only 5 days, I don't think test would show it if I was pregnant"

"I'll buy them anyway. Bunch of them, so you can take one everyday till it shows positive"

His ridiculous statement pulls a giggle out of you.

"Glad to know you're okay with it"

"Try ecstatic"

You look up at him and spot a mischievous grin on his face.

"You know... you'd be a milf"

That earns a smack on his chest

"Idiot"

"This idiot is going to be a father of your children, so be nice"

"I might not be even pregnant"

"I can take care of that"

He laughs at another smack he receives.

[livinghalfway]

Younger Years Pt. 2

Part 1

Summary: Damian gets temp de-aged to 6yrs old; cue him asking where his twin is. This is how everyone finds out about Danny's existence Word Count: 1608

If anyone were to ask how he reacted when Damian jumped from the bed to attack him, Dick would say that he reacted exactly as a vigilante who’s been on the job for years now would. Ask anyone else who was there to witness it though and you’d get a much different story of events. 

"Aaaahhh!" Both Dick and Damian slam onto the ground. Damian hits don't pack as much of a punch as they normally would, but that doesn't mean they're not precise when hitting a body's weak spots. "Dam- oof, Damian! It’s okay, you're safe! I'm your brother!" 

That did not have the desired effect he wished it did on the smaller boy; if anything Damian seemed to grow angrier at the mention of them being brothers. "Liar!"  

The others must have heard the commotion because the next moment the med bay door is being thrown open with everyone rushing in. Jason is the first one to get to them, and when he does he's quick to grab Damian. He holds the furiously kicking child to his chest while pinning Damian's arms to his side. 

"Dick, you alright?" Duke is kneeling by his side with a comforting hand on his shoulder as he helps Dick sit up. "Baby Damian really caught you off guard, huh?"

Somewhere in the midst of all the chaos happening Dick hears the sound of a camera click, and he can't help but smile. Another photo down!

"Damian," Bruce's voice is firm as he says, "You need to calm down; no one here is going to hurt you."

That of course does nothing to calm the child who just woke up with strangers surrounding him. "Since when has telling someone to calm down ever worked?" Tim questions as he watches everything from the doorway. 

Bruce sends a slight glare Tim's way before directing his attention back to his youngest child, "Chum, my name is Bruce Wayne, do you know who I am?"

"No, but I know that you've somehow managed to take me hostage," Damian growls out. He's stopped struggling in Jason's arms, and seems to be analyzing them all with a hard gaze. "Who are you working for?"

"Do you know about Batman?" Bruce counter questions instead of giving any kind of answer. 

"I might; is he the one behind this?" Damian for the first time looks unsure about what's happening,

Jason gives a little amused huff, "That is Batman, demon brat."

"Surely not!" Damian judgmentally looks Bruce up and down, "Batman is definitely taller than him." 

That of course got a laugh from everyone, and even Bruce had an amused smile on his face as he thought about how Damian said something similar when meeting him for the first time. 

"And do you know who Batman is when it comes to you?" Dick asks after a few seconds. It's clear at this point that Bruce is trying to see if Damian has been told who his father is. If they can establish that relationship now it might save them all from anymore attacks; at least for the rest of the night.

Instead of answering Damian tucks his chin to his chest and glares at the ground. What's really shocking though is how his body goes almost limp. It seems to shock Jason as well because his tight grip even loosen, and changes to a more gentle hold.

Asking questions probably isn't going to get the baby assassin to trust Dick thinks to himself; not with how his youngest brother was raised. They're going to have to try something else, "Hey Dami, how about we-" 

Before he can continue though Dick is cut off by a loud smacking sound. Damian had very suddenly thrown his head back so that it would hit Jason square in the face. He wouldn't be surprised if it even broke Jason's nose from the sound.

With Jason's grip already loose it doesn't take a lot of effort for Damian to escape his grasp, and make a run for the door. Tim, who was far more focused on his camera, didn’t even have a second to properly react before he was being knocked out of the way. Allowing the young child access to the whole cave.  

"Motherfu-" Jason cuts himself off with a groan before running towards the door as well, "You really let him run right past you, Timbo?"

"You're the one who let him go!"

"He broke my nose!" 

"Guys!" Duke shouts as he runs past the two of them, "let's focus on finding Damian before fighting with each other!" 

That kicked everyone into gear as soon all of them were now trying to find the escapee who had seemingly disappeared. The only thing they can hope for right now is that he doesn't find a weapon of any kind. 

Everyone has split off in different areas to search, and taking the situation more seriously knowing that the kid could pop out of anywhere and attack them. It's not until after 20 mins of searching that Dick decides to just start speaking, hoping that he can somehow convince him to come out of hiding at the very least. 

"Damian, I know that you know Batman is your father, and now you know that Bruce," He gestures to where the older man is standing, "is Batman; your father! I swear you are safe here."

The cave is covered in silence as everyone waits for a response to come. Just as it looks like nothing will happen a slight but deliberate sound comes from the side of where he is.

"Damia-" 

"Silence." Damian speaks forward enough to be seen, but making sure to stand out of reach, "Did Mother set this test up? Grandfather? Either way I'm not falling for it. If you wanted to make this more convincing you should have included my brother."

Dick felt a pain in his chest at that word. Brother? Did Damian really have a brother while at the league? Is he talking about a sort of battle brother, or did Talia have another kid? Is it Bruce's kid? Taking a glance to where Bruce is he sees that the man must be having the same thoughts as his face sits somewhere between anger and grief. 

"You have a brother!?" Tim is the one that finally asks the question on everyone's mind. 

"There is no need to continue this act; I've already figured out that this isn't real."

"Like the same mom, same dad type of brother?" Duke even looks aghast at the revelation of a second possible child of Bruce. 

Damian only looks more annoyed at each question, but answers anyway in a tone that makes it clear that he thinks the answer is obvious, "Tt of course. That tends to be the case with twins after all." 

Damian has a twin?

The de-aged child in front of him could lie about a lot of things right now to get an advantage in this situation, but what advantage does lying about a twin get him? Damian seems so sure that all of this is a test from the league. There is no way he could lie about something like this. 

Damian is a twin. 

As much as Dick wished it wasn’t true he couldn’t lie to himself about this. Between the ages of 6 and 10 something must have happened to the other boy. He’d bet money that whatever it was made Talia bring Damian to the manor. Why did she or Damian never say anything? Was his brother even given the chance to mourn the loss of his brother?

Damian had a twin. 

"Jason, you were with the league for a while, did Damian really have a twin?" Tim whispers quietly to the man standing next to him.

"I wasn't exactly in the right state of mind when I was there, and even then I never saw the brat or brats I suppose." 

"Enough!" Damian suddenly slams a foot onto the ground clearly done with everyone around him whispering, "the test is done, and I'm ready to return back to the compound." 

Tim now turns to Bruce with nothing but shock still on his face, "I think it'd be easier to just explain the truth to him. Otherwise this is what the next couple days are going to be like.”

"The baby assassin is just going to keep attacking us and trying to escape otherwise." Jason adds on as well as he takes a seat at the center table. “I for one would like to keep the demon spawn close by because I’ve got some questions he’s going to need to answer ASAP when he’s normal again.”

Bruce seems to finally snap out of his trance and slowly starts to make his way to Damian. Once he's just out of reach of his son he kneels down so that he's much closer to Damian's current height. "Son, this isn't a test, and I am your father.”

"You are a liar; my father wouldn't leave Danyal behind!" 

No one was surprised this time when Damian sprung forward to attack Bruce. In the end Alfred had to give him a light sedative to calm him down enough to be laid back down on the med bay bed. Duke even went upstairs, and brought Alfred the cat down to sleep in the boy's lap. Unsurprisingly, that cat still loves him when he's this small. 

For now they can only hope that things will be calmer when Damian wakes up again. 

The cave after that was met with suffocating silence as there was only one thought in everyone's head.

"What happened to Danyal?"