#never have. never will. and it was widely accepted that any girl who didn't fully medically transition was a faker and a predator

[aphroditelovesu]

You mentioned in you Greek god profiles that Ares can have a soft(ish) side, namely when its his darling's first time or they're pregnant. Could you elaborate on that with hc's/oneshot or something? You mentioned in you last post that you're on a bit of an Ares kick, so I figured you might be down??? Thanks :)

Lady L: literally anything for Ares lol. Hope you like this oneshot, anon ❤️ btw, I think that the song ''Animals'' (Maroon 5) and "Rude Boy" (Rihanna) suits this oneshot very well. Anyway, good reading <3

↬ TW: yandere themes in general, obsessive and possessive behavior, forced marriage, lightweight NSFW (nothing too descriptive though), reader is a virgin and implicit dub-con (only at the beginning).

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"There's no way I can get away from it, is there?" Those were the only thoughts that flooded Y/N's head as she walked over to her fiancé. She didn't want this! Hell, she never wanted to meet him, but the reality was cruel.

Ares smiled widely, seeing his beautiful bride dressed appropriately for a wedding. She was stunning. The long white dress gave her an angelic look, but the plunging neckline and the way it accentuated each of her curves was simply divine, leaving nothing to the imagination. The god took a quick look at his mother, who was going to officiate the union, and saw that she had a satisfied expression on her normally cool face. It was a happy day, a joyous occasion, her beloved son was finally getting married. It was insulting that it was with a human, but Ares was determined to marry her and Hera knew better than to try to intervene.

"You look perfect, flame.''

Y/N forced a smile, afraid to irritate her future husband. She knew very well what he was capable of and preferred to avoid unnecessary deaths. Especially at your wedding. "Thank you, m-my love…", she stuttered lightly. "You are also very well."

Ares didn't say anything else, but his normally stern expression eased as he kissed her silk-gloved hands. He turned to his mother, who started giving the wedding speech.

Y/N wasn't really paying attention, Hera's words were far from her mind. "Is this my fate? Am I going to be forever stuck with a violent and brutal god? Who probably won't even be loyal to me?" These were Y/N's only thoughts, until Ares nudged her lightly.

Y/N looked at him scared, until she realized that Hera had addressed her.

"Y/N L/N do you accept my son Ares as your only lawful husband?"

"I-I…" Ares's stern gaze filled her with dread. "… do…"

"And you, my son, do you accept Y/N L/N as your only lawful wife?"

"I do." There wasn't any kind of hesitation in Ares's voice. He was convinced of it.

''I, Hera, Queen of Olympus, pronounce you husband and wife. You can kiss the brid-” Ares didn't even wait for his mother to finish, before grabbing and forcing his lips to yours. Y/N groaned slightly, clearly surprised, not expecting this sudden attack.

The few guests applauded and celebrated. The party had just started but the night was still long for the newlyweds. Y/N tried not to think too much about her wedding night, tried to stay calm and positive that maybe Ares didn't want to sleep with her tonight.

As the night wore on, Y/N sat next to her new husband, watching the guests eventually disperse. A bubble of anxiety formed in the young girl's stomach, and she wasn't sure if she was capable of going through with it all. The only thing she wanted was to be lying on her bed, watching some series or movie on Netflix while eating some junk food. Yet here she was, married to a god she didn't like at all.

''Come on my flame, it's time for us to fully unite.'' Ares finally got up from where he was sitting, offering his hand to Y/N, who hesitantly accepted.

Ares took her far away. Y/N didn't know anything about that place and that only made her more anxious. She was very scared of what was to come, she feared being raped by her husband. Just the thought of it happening was enough to make her panic.

When they finally arrived at a small, hidden castle, Ares guided her and they entered into a simple room. It had just what was needed, a large bed, wardrobe and a very large bathtub.

Ares wasn't stupid or blind. He knew Y/N was nervous, she was still a virgin. The god was determined to make this night really special for both of them, so he would take his time and try to be as kind as possible to his new wife.

Y/N was standing in the middle of the room, nervous. She gripped her arms tightly when she saw Ares begin to undress. Her face took on a strong shade of red as he stood completely naked in front of her.

"Aren't you going to take your clothes off, flame?" Ares asked calmly, as he stepped into the tub that was filled with hot water. ''I'd like to see you naked.''

Shaking her head shyly, Y/N began to slowly undress. When her underwear fell to the floor, she tried to cover her private parts. She was ashamed to death! Never before had she been like this in front of someone else.

Ares chuckled lightly, enjoying his young wife's blush. He held out his hand for her to get into the tub with him.

''You don't need to be ashamed, Y/N. This won't be the last time I will see you like this.''

Y/N approached at an annoyingly slow pace to the bathtub in the middle of the room, but after getting close, she quickly got in. She wanted to hide as much as possible, luckily for herself the water covered up to her collarbone, thus leaving her entire body covered in water.

Ares motioned for her to turn away from him and she did. Y/N shivered a little as she felt her husband's hands massaging her aching shoulders. She let out a small sigh of pleasure when he hit a particularly hard spot.

Y/N opened her eyes when she felt Ares's hands lower from her shoulders to her breasts. She turned quickly to face him and was met with a passionate kiss, she slowly opened her mouth to Ares's tongue and moaned into the kiss as he sucked her tongue. Y/N wrapped hers arms around Ares' head, encouraging him to bring their bodies closer. Y/N's breasts were pressed hard against Ares's bare torso as they kissed. His hands began to descend from her face to her waist, where he squeezed tightly.

When they finally broke apart, Y/N was breathing heavily as she tried to catch her breath, but after doing so, she glued her lips to Ares's again. She was pulled into his lap as he held her tight enough that she wouldn't pull away from him but not hard enough to hurt her. Ares's hands wandered lower as he began to pat her gently. Y/N could feel her arousal building and knew Ares was no different, she could clearly feel his erection pressed tightly against her belly.

''I want…'' Y/N finally managed to speak after parting Ares' lips ''I want you!''

''I want you too, my flame. I know you're still a virgin so I promise to be as gentle as possible.” Ares caressed Y/N's face gently, which made her lean her head into his hand as she closed her eyes and nodded at his words.

Ares prepared her with everything imaginable. After carrying her onto the large bed, he began to perform oral sex on her, sucking her clit while his fingers massaged other parts of her pussy. He used his fingers and tongue together, watching Y/N's face for any sign of pain, but luckily found none. Y/N arched her back as her husband's fingers found that specific and pleasurable place inside her.

When Y/N came on his fingers, Ares smirked as he began to prepare to penetrate her. Finally he would feel what it was like to be inside her.

After the girl calmed down from her orgasm, she spread her legs for her husband. She wasn't as nervous as she was before, her mind was completely immersed in the pleasure she'd been given and she was thirsty for more. So when Ares began to slowly thrust himself inside her, she just tried to ignore the uncomfortable pain she felt.

Realizing there was no objection, Ares began to increase the pace he took her. Y/N's moans echoed throughout the room as she was carried away. At first, Ares was slow, but as he noticed that Y/N wasn't in as much pain anymore, he started to go harder.

And when Ares finally came inside her, Y/N clung to him tightly. She was still a little sore down there, but the feeling of pain was ignored as she came again that night. Ares hugged her tightly as she moaned loudly.

They continued to hold each other as they tried to normalize their breathing. Y/N was still hugging like a koala in Ares, who returned the gesture affectionately. When they finally calmed down, Ares flipped them over on the bed so that Y/N was straddling him.

''So, my flame, are you ready for another round?''

[enc95]

Kiri is braiding his hair. "What are they talking about?"

"Dad what's you want to come back to us." Her hands pause. "I miss you so does Lo'ak and Neteyam."

"I know." He leans back fully in her lap. " You have a mom and dad there and a mother here. I don't. When your dad holds you do you feel safe?"

 She nods her dad was great in his arms, she never felt afraid. "Does anyone in the village make you feel safe?"

"One person but they wouldn't want me."

"Oh I think you might be surprised." A woman says her in playful voice.

The two gasp. "Mama!"

Kiri stands jumping into the blue blue arms of Grace. Spider blushes; it was rare that any adults saw him being that affectate with Kiri. It wasn't looked down upon; many Na'vi kids had close friendships like theirs but Spider was Spider. Kiri was all smiles as she cuddled with the woman. "Mama I missed you."

"Oh my pretty girl I've been here." The two nuzzle each other. "I came to help your friend."

Spider gets really red now. "Me?"

Holding out a long hand she leads them to the fighting adults. Slywanin has a murderous look in her eyes. Tsu'tey was holding her back. Jake had said that he would look after Spider. "You! You didn't make him a songcord!"

Spider leans into Grace's leg hiding himself. It made him feel very sad that he didn't have a song chord. That others got to wear a record of their life with the pretty beads and smooth rocks. He asked Norm if he had anything like that. He showed him a medical file it made him feel worse. The feeling only deepened when Nash and Mary started a Baby Box with their first kid. 

"Children!"

They all stop yelling, especially seeing the wide eyes of Spider with tears. Jake softens. "You're right."

Slywanian crosses her arms. “I know I’m right you shxwang.”

"I have heard Eywa,” Grace says, ending the conversation. “She said while Spider may stay if he chooses. But if he wants to return he may do so with her blessing."

"What kind of blessing?" Kiri ask still holding Mothers her neck. 

"Spider at his return will be able to breathe air, to eat the foods of the Na'vi." Her hand caresses his face. "He'll be a Na'vi soul in human form."

"Really?" Both Kiri and Spider ask.

Sylwanin even looks taken aback. She motions for Spider to join her. He does so climbing into her arms. "Why would she do that?"

Grace has a sorrowful look as she strokes Kiri’s hair, seeing her daughter grow gave her more joy then she ever had in life but it tore her heart to hear Kiri calling Neytiri mother. Even though her student had done and continued to do a wonderful job as her parents. “Because we are dead and these children are not. In the world they will live and grow. All any mother wants is for her child to grow into an adult to live a full life.”

“My love we have to think of him.” Tsu’tey says his hand on Sylwanin's back. 

Spider for the first time did want to go back but he was in the arms of a woman who had so easily accepted him as her  child. Even if he was back there, who would do that? Part of what made this place heaven was that when people died they had no problems. His father had sent many of them here but they were here forever safe with the ability to see loved ones. The ones left behind could see them too. She was holding him her hand on his head as if to shield him from the choice.

Jake steps forward. “Spider?”

The boy hides in the hair. “Please make him leave.”

Tsu’tey glares at him. “You can go now Jake Suli comes back with these gaudiens.”

The man felt like he’d been slapped back into the world which he kinda had been. Kiri joines him a moment later. Her head on his thigh, her round amber eyes looking at him. “Daddy you are gonna find Spider a parent here right?”

His hand pets her head. “I’m tryin’ baby girl.”

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Jake had said the site of the old shack was not to be visited. It was a place of darkness where the demon lay. The shame of not burying the dead was a punishment the last they could give. She came here before she watched him rot. The smell was horrible. She had been pregnant then. Being so young she needed to see the monster rot. It was the only way she knew that her child would be safe. 

She was back again. 

“Demon?” Not touching him she could hear him.

“ Hello Mrs. Sully, long time, how is my Boy?” He was in the still air.

She turns defensive of the child, “He is not yours.”

“ Oh who does he belong to then? No one wants him, he'll grow-up one day, you know this.”

“No,” Her hand is on the knife, her voice tight with anger. “He is blessed.”

There was a derogatory laugh. “ Come on now you don’t believe that. Anything that comes from me is bad. We both know that why you come here.”

“No,” She screams it out the word echoes in the still air. This demon was nothing but bones how did he still have power over her. “No.” It's a softer sound now when she was called Spider, a demon he never tried to defend himself. He would just leave to shed his tears in silence. Neytiri knew the words hurt but now she knew just how much. “You are dead.”

A branch snaps she draws her arrow, shooting it into the darkness. That mocking tone speaks again. “ I might be dead but you're the one who keeping here.”

“What?”

“I live in your mind dearling, you might have killed my body but here I’m alive here.” A pain sparks in her mind; it hits hard, forcing her to her knees.

A mother nantang comes out the brush dropping the arrow at her feet, with her is a  trio of pups sniffing the remains. These animals had never known the man in the metal suit. Spider didn’t know him either, she sits by the bones watching the pups play over them.  

"No." She impales the arrow into the ground feeling a weight come off of her body; it was like heavy stone had been placed on her shoulders. Standing the animals run. “Demon, you are dead I kill you.”

That night as the people gather for the meal  Mo’at stands before them. “My People I have a story. It was many years ago long before our grandparents' parents were born. It was a time of war among two clans whose names are only to the Great mother now. One clan was victorious in this battle leaving only one child alive from the enemy clan.”

Lo’ak and Neteyam lean into Jake's side as Kiri safe in Neytiri’s arms shutters at the loss of a whole clan. “Why is she telling this story?”

“It is a lesson ma Jake.” Eywa had spoken her storm was readying them for the change to come.

“This child was brought back to the clan's territory but he was never made a child of these people. He lived the life of a ghost never truly being seen as one of them. It planted a bitter seed in his soul. Forbidden from even sharing the site of the Great Mother so he couldn’t even find peace with his ancestors.” She pauses, letting the words sink in the home that they have a connection to the past.

“It was only when he reached the age of manhood that he was sent out into the world. However with no clan to teach him he soon found himself starving. The bitter seed sprouted into hunger for vengeance.” A wind whips the fire sending bits of ash into the crowds. “He knew he would be dead so he returned that night. Setting the whole village on fire, the screams heard for miles around the story trusted the tshaki of each surviving clan. It is a truth that even the youngest among us must understand.” Her eyes are pointed to her daughter. “A child not embraced by the village will burn it down to feel its warmth.”

“Why?” A voice says from the back of the crowd. “Why do you tell us this story now?”

Looking at Kiri Jake stands. “Spider. The humans have abandoned him…they would be content to let his body fail to leave him with the Great Mother.”

Whispers break out he was human but a child. Children were not meant to die so young had he been one of them he would still wouldn't be allowed outside the village. They are all silenced with a rise of Mo’ats hand. “It is true Ewya in her infant grace has seen fit to give him a gift. Should Spider return to us he will be changed, able to eat our food and breathe our air.”

“Who will care for him?”

“He is cursed.”

“He is blessed.”

“Who can even love him?”

“Not even Trouk Maktu had taken the boy.”

“My people.” Her voice is raised again. “Be calm, for I have chosen to take him as my son. He will live with me under my protection. I know some among you are blinded by the actions of his father and mother. He was babe when our home fell. Spider was born here and he chose to live as we do. Eywa has spoken who will speak against the mother.”

There are nods between people in agreement. Jake moves swiftly, “I was once a human I chose to leave behind. You let me be my people. Human science couldn’t make Spider Na'vi Eywa know him; she says he is her son. I will gladly call him brother. It was my arrogance that has robbed me of calling him my son.”

Eyes turn to Neytiri, all eyes as even Spider in the old tree see’s her safe in Slyawanins arms. “I will accept him as my brother.”

As they move to sleeping pods, Mo’at stops her daughter. “Did you mean that daughter? Would defend him?”

“I will.” The words flow out her mouth as smooth as if she was talking about her own children.

Mo'at nods that it was a lesson painful to learn. Holding a piece of wood Mo'at nods. "You are the eldest daughter, it is your responsibility to make weapons for your siblings. Will you make your brother a bow?"

I was the wood of an old hometree, they had taken as much of it as possible. Everyone who lived got a bead made from the tree. The shared loss of their home. Taking the wood it was small his bow would be small even as an adult it would be child size. Putting her hands over her mothers the two locked eyes. "It will be my honor mother."

As the rest of the tree sleeps Spider holds onto his pseudo parents. “I don’t know what to do now? I love you both.”

“We love you too, we always will find you here all the time.” The man says even his voice is thick with tears.

Slywanin holds him breathing in the scent of the boy, all her life she dreamed of being a mother raising sons with Tsu’tey in peace was all she wanted. Now she had a taste of it. “Grace is right, you can grow there.”

His mind goes back to the fire there where people who didn’t like that Spider would come back. A human pet was a fine thing but a human son that was not tolerated. “Not everyone will like me.”

“Most will and do. There has never been sky na’vi before you are a miracle.”

Spider made his way the next morning to Trudy’s shack. There was nice music playing in the room. She had given him a cookie. “I didn’t think it would be this hard. I’ve never been wanted by anyone now I have to two woman ready to be my mother.” 

“Your mother wanted you. Paz could have gotten rid of you but she didn't. She was willing to spend eighteen years here to raise you. It's why she fought on the side of the RDA, she didn’t care about the company she wanted you to live.”

He nibbles on his cookie. “Why can’t she be here too?”

“Spider our actions have a cost good bad in between we all get judged.” She lets him sit with her words.

It wasn’t fair Pandora wasn’t a place for human kids. Paz knew that the RDA wasn’t set-up for kids the handful of times that a woman did get pregnant she would abort. A few tired to make it to term but they didn’t make it. Paz said that any kid of hers would be too tough to kill coming from the droughtlands of Southern California. She grow-up hustling water as every oz was needed for crops. Quaritch was from the delta storms that would come in, washing away whole towns; both of them were too stubborn to let earth kill them. It was that the offspring of that pair would near indestructible. Hell  technically he was brain dead but here he was eating in her kitchen.

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Norm was pacing when Jake landed; it was nearly an eclipse. The last scan had shown his brain was starting to atrophy. They had been working his legs and arms while his body had started to fail.  "Finally did you find someone? Is he coming back?"

Jake smiles. "Mo'at. She said she would take him." His face goes through a few shades of red. "And your mate was okay with that?"

"Yeah." In fact she was making his bow now. "Brother you're about to lose your shit." 

Mo'at was good as tsahki she does hold power in the village. It would protect Spider he was anxious about Spider being so far from them. Really from him since Norm had spent the last three years rising him. Here he was an orphan his Dad was an asshole but not the demon that Na'vi saw him as. Spider living close to the village alone he hoped that the boy would miss the compound enough to visit. At least he would come a few times a week for human lessons. "That's good Mo'at is good."

 Now for the hard part. "Grace was me when I was with him. Eywa said…" Don't be a pussy Sully his marine voice says. "She said that when Spider returns he'll be different."

Turning from the pacing Norm is slightly paler. "Different?" He was expecting that his mind was in another realm even Jake came back different. It took time for him to adjust. "How is it different?"

Ewya said that she would change him so that he could breathe our air and eat our food." Nothing, no sound comes from the norm. Peering down Jake isn't sure the man is breathing. The mask is hissing but the chest isn't moving. He pokes him. "Norm?"

His eyes dim then he takes a huge breath. "Okay. I think my brain shorted out for a minute. I thought you said Spider our human Spider will be able to breathe the highly toxic air that almost killed you."

"And eat the food."

The short laugh norm lets out is more like a horrified gasp. "The food that causes our hearts to stop or tumors on the liver or the stuff that paralyzes our lungs that's what he can eat?"

"Yeah."

"And if I say no." His breathing was almost at panic level.

Now Jake crosses his arms. "Norm you one of the tallest here and I inspect but my six year old is about to be taller than you. How would you stop me?"

It takes him a minute to think it over. "Fine but I will be living in the shack for a while making sure his transition goes smoothly. If he even gets one rash I'll bring him back here."

Holding out his hand. "Fair."

Max and a few other trusted friends, the one carried for Spider who visited him, loaded the boy into the helicopter. They all share a look, no matter what happens when they get there Spider won’t be theirs’. In truth they had done the best they could; they hoped it would be enough to have called the boy back. Nina, a chemist , had removed the paper gown putting the twsin on his body. “He ever liked human clothes.”

“To be fair he didn’t wear them when he was a baby.” Asher said thinking of the baby Spider running in the lab with just a diaper. Those early years of learning how to cut clothes to child size made of Spider’s early childhood years spent in oversized t-shirts. When they finally managed to get a pair of shorts he hated them. 

Max had let out the locks, the curly hair hung like a veil of gold rings. “Our wild man.”

Jake stood before the tree of souls it was pulsing as the village members sat in the circles. All the adults had come either it was respect for mo’at, fear of Eywa or just because it was right. The children and teenagers stood to the sides watching. Kiri, Lo’ak and Neteyam are at the center. Mo’at sets them in semi-circle. “Be strong he will be laying here Lo’ak you hold his hand on his left. Neteyam you will hold the right.”

Both boys nod. “We will.”

“Kir when they lay him down I want you to put your hand on his heart guide his soul back.”

“I won’t let him stray away.”

Spider sat on the rock that he and Kiri liked most; it had a smooth flat surface big enough for the two of them to sit on. Now it was him and Slywanin, she was painting him, “Thanks but I can’t take anything with me.” He looks over at Tsu’tey. “Right?”

The man holds a bead that was carved by a father for a son. “I don’t know, my son.” He puts the small piece of red amber in his hand. He had carried the amber with him since he was a young boy. His father had found the amber saying it was part of a large chunk that he carved his brother's  beads from; this was the last piece meant for his child. “The great mother tells us that all energy is connected. I was buried with this but like you I think it's time it needs to return to the people.”

Spider held it like it was fragile glass, his eyes well with tears. “I don’t have a songcord.”

Kissing the top of his head his spirit father looks him in the eyes. “You will.”

A atrokinria floats down to the rock Slywanin nods like was speaking. “You follow it back.”

He hugs them both. “I’ll come back here and tell you all about training.” 

Tsu’tey lets out a hard breath. “Don’t listen to everything Jake Suli says he might be toruk makto but was a sky master.”

Knowing the change in her sister Sylwanin gives the boy encouragement. “My sister will try to mend her past mistakes.” Her blue hand is on his chest. “Listen to your heart, it will tell you when it's mended.”

“I will.” He promises holding the bead in his hand he walks forward into the unknown. Like the day he fell he’s alone still not afraid. This time he knows who is with him, she is in the air a cool breeze that soothes the body on a hot day. The whiff of the warm fire after a cold morning of gathering mushrooms. Feeling his arms get heavy he hears a new sound, the voice of Mo’at she is calling. Each step is like moving in knee deep mud. Thinking he was almost there he fell on his back. The woodsprites surrounded him.

[darkcrowprincess]

Lunter gender swap beautiful disasters au:

(I have no idea what beautiful disasters is. This is just a random idea I got from the trailer)

Hunter was just trying to make it on his own, away from his traumatic past. He never in a million years planned any of this. He never planned to fall in love. But you know what they say about plans. They never go the way you want.

"So it's basically fight club for women?" Hunter ask his new friends Gus and Willow. Willow smiles back at him to reassure him. "Technically yes, but it's not just beating the crap out of each other. Eda Clawthorne runs the club, and makes sure to provide first aid. Makes sure people get paid when they win their bets and stuff. The school is aware of it. So no one is doing anything illegal. Especially with Amity's parents spouncering everything."

Hunter nods, but can't help but nervously stare around at wild cheering college students in this underground room. Cheering for violence. Hunter's linkens these people to images in history books of Roman's of old, cheering in stadiums to watch gladiator matches. Hunter as you can probably guess doesn't like violence. He doesn't like lots of things. And this overcrowded room full of sweaty cheering people, as they gawk at two women in sports bras fight each other till their black and blue is the last place he wants to be. His anxiety is making his heart flutter. He second guesses accepting Gus and Willow's invitation.

This was suppose be a night out, a break from endless studying in his tiny dorm room. Gus and Willow were nice, new friends that wanted to hang out with him. Him grumpy anti social Hunter Wittebane. But honestly he rather go back to studying, isn't that what most of these people were suppose to be doing?

'Barbaric' Hunter can't help but think as he watches a girl with dyed pink hair and eye tattoo on her forehead give a hard right hook on the chin of a miss blonde ponytail. Blondie goes down hard as the crowd "oh's" in sympathy. Hunter turns to look at the doorway, estimates how long it would take to get through the thick crowd and reach the exit.

Willow and Gus are cheering, and Eda Clawthorne makes some commentary that gets the crowd to get even louder. Holding a Ms Boscha's arm in the air. Declaring her winner of this round.

Hunter turns to Willow and Gus, raising his voice "I don't think this is for me, I think I'm going to head back." Gus and Willow don't hear him. He tries again, louder and frustrated "I think I'm gonna head back, finish studying!" He goes to head out, even if they didn't hear him, he'll text them. They probably won't even notice till later, he thinks glumly. As he turns, he doesn't pay attention to who's heading towards him. Doesn't see. Doesn't see the girl stretching her arms as they collide.

He ends up bumping (chest to sports bra) into a female fighter, a short female fighter. Hunter, looks fully down at the fighter he bumps into to apologize, and feels his breathing stop and time stand still. She was tanned, she was beautifully athletic. Wearing almost nothing but black shorts and a blue sports bra. Hands taped up. Her dark brown curls tied back in a messy ponytail. The main things he noticed about her was her wide brown owl like eyes, a tiny scar on her eyebrow, and that she was smiling flirty like up at him. Hunter turns red, he can feel the heat on his cheeks staining his pale scarred skin. In the red lighting of the room she looks other worldly. Roman's and gladiators come back to mind again. She would definitely make a beautiful gladiator.

Time starts up again, as quickly as it stopped. The crowd turns on a again and euphoric silence is gone. Hunter tries to talk but he sounds like an idiot, only coming up with a stuttering, "Hello." The girl smiles back at him even bigger and sweeter at this. She gently pushes against his chest. That's when he realizes they where chest to chest close. Or really more of chest to him accidentally bumping her sports bra close. Finally having room between them, the girl gently boops his nose, " Excuse me, Pigeon."

Automatically, he moves. She passes by him with a giggle and a swing of her hips. The crowd easily parting for her like Moses and the red sea. She heads to the cage, turning her head towards him one last time to chirp, " Hope you enjoy the show Pigeon!" She closes the cage behind her, still smiling at him. A bright playful smile. Eda Clawthorne's voice announces loud, echoing in the room, "Next up is Ms Luz Noceda, a regular spitfire here, hoping to make it to the championship!"

Hunter watches dazed as that short athletic girl, totally and utterly demolishes her opponent. Grateful like a dance, yet wild and care free with every punch. In between the punches, she catches his eye again. She winks and mouths " Are you watching Pigeon?". Than turns back and gives a hard punch to the chin. Hunter eyes wide and dazed mutters, " My names not Pigeon. "

Again Hunter never really planned to fall in love. Especially with Luz Noceda. But everything about them was always a beautiful disaster.

[robynlilyblack]

can you do something about daughter!reader coming out as bi to dad!sirius and him being supportive as all hell??

I need to tell you something...

Sirius Black x daughter! reader 

Summary: Sirius' daughter comes out as bi to him

Warnings: fluff, Sirius being the greatest dad, mentions of food

A/n: 1k words, I love this request and I hope it did a good job with it, I feel like this was the perfect piece for the first of June, thanks so much for requesting, enjoy x

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You played with the leftovers scattered across your plate while everyone else conversed around you. Barely listening as you were planning a speech in your head, a speech you had been practicing for a while now, telling your dad you were bisexual.

It terrified you, maybe more than it should have, you knew your dad loved you, but you had only just gotten him back, and moving into Grimmauld place with the Weasleys, your godbrother, among others, you held off. Everything was perfect and you didn’t want it to risk ruining it

“You should have seen her last year when my brother came off the pitch” Ginny says “Thought she was going to key over, eh y/n?” she wiggles her eyebrows at you

You look up, eyes going wide eyed as you registered her words, turning to your father who just chuckles “Which twin would that be? Need to keep an eye on him, bit young for a boyfriend yet” he says half joking, half serious, making the others laugh

You chuckle nervously as you started to feel a little sick. Fred was handsome and you did have a minor crush on the boy but that wasn’t the reason you got so flustered that day. Sure, shirtless Fred was a sight to behold but just behind him was Angelina. She looked like a goddess, her skin glistening in the sun, her hair though wet from sweat framing her face perfectly, the way vest underneath rode up her taking off her jersey, that was the day you were certain you were also attracted to girls

You weren’t sure if people would get it though, if they would judge you for ‘not being able to choose’, when really you would fall for who you fell for, regardless of their gender, a cute boy was a cute boy and a pretty girl was a pretty girl.

But what if you told them and then Fred asked you out, would they call you a liar? Or if you ended up dating a girl, like Angelina, would you be labelled as gay instead? It was confusing and you hadn't fully figured it all out but keeping it hidden was slowly starting to eat away at you, you needed to tell someone

Later that night you were sat up in the kitchen, sitting on the counter by the window, feet fiddling with one of the tea bag boxes between them.

You heard some footsteps approaching, turning you saw your dad “Hey pup” he smiles at you running himself a glass of water “Can’t sleep?” he asks taking a sip

You nod “Thinking” you sigh bringing your legs to your chest resting your chin upon them

He puts down the glass, hopping up onto the counter next to you “What about?” he inquires softly

You shift closer to your father, moving into a cross legged position, perpendicular to him “I need to tell you something...” you begin, taking a deep breath as your leg begins to shoogle

His hand comes to rest on your knee, calming the shakes “You can tell me anything” he assures you with a warm smile, a smile reserved for very few people “Does this have anything to do with dinner?”

You bob your head “Sort of” you say quietly, still unsure of how to bring it up

“If you and Fred are together that’s okay pup, he’s a good lad…still think you’re a bit young to have a boyfriend though” he says in a way intended to make you laugh but you didn't

What about a girlfriend? you wanted to ask, the comedian in you wanted to say that like those sitcoms you watched, but in reality, you felt a bit crushed. You shouldn’t have felt bad he assumed, you had never given any indicators that you liked women too, but that didn’t stop the ache in your chest, the worry of him not accepting you

“Me and Freddie aren't together” you confess “What I wanted to...umm tell you" you sigh, closing your eyes for a second to gather all of your courage "That day I wasn’t just flustered from him…you see there’s was this other umm…” you hesitate “…girl in my year and she was…was...what I'm trying to say is...” you were cut off as you father pulled you in for a hug, arms wrapped around you in a protective embrace

After the initial shock you melted into it, clutching on to him as your heart stopped aching “Sorry” he says with a small chuckle pulling back “Please finish, I may have jumped the gun a bit but I couldn't stop myself”

You giggle at him before you take a second, building the confidence to say it out loud, something you hadn’t even done on your own to yourself “I think…I know I’m bisexual” you start shaky from ending firmly, feeling a weight off of your shoulders, as your uncle Remus would say ‘a problem shared is a problem halved’

He just smiles at you “I’m so proud of you pup” he says truly, hands on the sides of your shoulders “You’re a lot braver than your ol da”

Your eyes widen “Your?” you say a little surprised

He nods “yeah” he confirms verbally before lifting your legs lightly, motioning for you to let your legs dangle off the counter “Come here” he wraps his arm around you 

You lean into him, turning your body so you could wrap your arms around his torso “When did you know?” you ask peering up at him

“Think I always knew, took me a very long time before I admitted it, too long” he admits a sad tone in his voice “So I completely understand why you were nervous” he holds you a little tighter “I love you so much pup, that will never ever change” he kisses your forehead

“I love you too dad” you smile up at him, you were still nervous about what it all meant but your dad’s overwhelming support made it a lot less scary

He let you talk, listening to everything you had to say, the good and bad thoughts that swirled in your head, your insecurities, first crushes, everything. He helped ease your worries and was more supportive than you could have ever dreamed, letting you know that you didn't have to prove anything to anyone, not to mention if anyone ever gave you shit he would kick their ass

“Did you ever date any boys?” you ask, wanting to know more about your fathers experiences

He smiles slyly “There was one boy…” he starts before proceeding to tell you one of the cutest love stories you had ever heard, a love story that was still active to this day

Thank you for reading and happy pride everyone 💛

[abyssmalice]

"Tonia...?" asks a voice from behind, accompanied by the clattering of a dropped tool. The voice belongs to an older man who looks worse for wear; hair messy and dirty, scars marring his skin, some mild disfigurement, and eyes devoid of any life.

And yet, Tonia might recognise the ginger beneath the grime and the name of the man that dances upon her tongue.

"Shhhh, shh, shh, shh, it's alright," he comforts as he steps over his dagger and drop to his knees to hold her in his arms; an action that had not been performed between them for at least seven years.

"It's okay. It's not your fault." He rubs her back as he places kisses in her hair. "Look at you all grown up, eh?" Even after all these years, the big brother instinct is as sharp as ever.

"Let it all out, Toni, let it all out."

The voice calls so soft while the clatter of metal is so loud; it raises the hair on her skin - after all this time, her training and the Abyss, it shouldn't be so easy for someone to approach her from behind without her awareness. She immediately turns to face her possible assailant, feeling the pull of the elements at her fingertips on instinct—

Only to be greeted by a man who's clearly seen better days. Tattered clothes, muck and mud and the unmistakable stench of somewhere deeper and darker. Scars and injuries, some yet to fully heal, some so obviously apparent in a lack of fingers or even a few bits and pieces that shouldn't just be gone.

But what captures her is this: eyes like the bottom of the sea, hair in the hue of tarnished sunset. Eyes wide and fathomless and so, so very blue, a name that only family and the dead could ever know.

The Abyss, rising like smoke from a burning house.

A thousand clues, circumstantial. No definite answer. Because, because, you should be—

"аджакс...?"

The denial burns fervent. Impossible. Her brother, brother beloved, he shouldn't be here. Can't be here. The dead cannot rise again, not when there's nothing left, there shouldn't have been anything left of him after what happened. After that monster appeared and ripped the both of them apart. Not even her mentor could find anything left when she stumbled upon the carnage, couldn't even salvage enough to make a proper corpse to burry.

Couldn't... because there wasn't one...?

(Memories are a haze, a blur of darkness and desperation and echoing, dying wails. She doesn't ponder on it too much, in spite of her mind whirling around it, always circling the pain but never delving into it. All she remembers, all she can hear, the only thing she can even bear to - are her own pitiful cries, so full of sorrow—)

The realization that she's crying comes slow, belated. The man already close, pulling her into an embrace that brings back another time that someone— that he used to give, when hiding in the corners of ruins or under the bark of dead trees, watching out breathlessly for the nightmares lurking in the fog. The warmth is exactly the same. Her silent tears fall never-ending as her hands blindly claw at the back of his clothes, nails practically digging into the skin, because, because...

Eyes squeezed closed, burying herself against his shoulder. Denial, burning fervent, and yet, all fires must smolder and end. There's a tiny part of her brain that can't accept this - a dream, a trick, a lie - but the rest of her, still that small girl from years ago, wants to believe anyway. Wants to indulge, even if it turns out to be a strange illusion.

So she clings tightly to him, just as she did in the past. "Sorry," she whispers, and like the rush of a waterfall, growing louder, becoming a babbling torrent as it mixes with her tears, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I, I'm— I'm sorry, for, for being bad, I didn't listen when— I'm sorry, I s-should've run, I, I'm sorry...!"

Instead of piercing wails, all that come are these apologies. Unceasing, persistent. All the things she's wanted to say for years. Even to an illusion, even if it becomes a bad taste in her mouth later.

And in all of her nightmares, in all of the fanciful daydreams that violently burst like a bubble in the sun, Tonia expects to be berated for it. For tears do not help to survive, for her own damn loudness and crying was what brought the monster to them to tear them apart. She expects her brother to yell at her for this nonsensical display of foolishness, just as her mind has always concluded he would.

The heavy hand rubbing circles into her back, the quiet affection that continues to affirm itself -

Not your fault.

Ah.

She sniffs. He jokes, hoarsely. She holds him tighter.

(Memories are a haze, a blur of darkness and desperation and echoing, dying wails. Somewhere, her brother's enduring smile vanished into that darkness. She forgot his determined assurances that everything would be okay, always, the clear eyes always filled with a warm light as he looked upon her because how could a brother hate his little sister?)

After all these years of holding herself close, her soul bundled up in a coffin of silence and stillness, a deathly hollowness that refused to be touched by the world - his quiet assurances (same as before, same as ever) lift the coffin's lid and bask her heart in a gentle light again. Rather than lost in her own emptiness as before, she's lost in his warmth. Her words lose all coherency as she lets herself do as he says:

Cry. Loudly, terribly, messily. And somewhere between the wailing, his embrace growing tighter, a tremble in his form, she hears the soft river of tears from him as well. And like any good sister, just as before in the past, she tries her best to comfort him with her own hug.

[severeharmonypenguin]

The Question of Identity

The closest I came to completely changing my gender identity was when I was an older teen / young adult. It was the early 2000s and I had moved away for school. I read so much about crossdressing, fetishism, transgenderism, and the attendant hormones and surgeries that I would desire if I were to pursue a transition. I used Halloween as an excuse to shave my legs and go out publicly as girl. I then used a live-action roleplaying game as a flimsy excuse to push it further. It was thrilling, but also terrifying. If a guy called out to me from a distance, I wondered if he would hurt me if he saw me up close. At least once, I ran, not from any real threat, but from my own inner fears.

My roommates and I would joke lightly about the left side of my closest where I had a number of feminine outfits that a friend had helped me make or purchase. They were accepting. I don't think they really knew what to make of it all though, and we mostly just interacted on a daily basis as the guys. They didn't know that I dressed in those clothes regularly when my door was locked. They didn't know that I sometimes wore feminine clothing underneath my normal clothing. So, I was sort of out of my shell, but still hidden, trying to figure myself out.

The issue is, that even with all my research, I really only saw two options at the time. Two binary buckets so to speak. I could either continue to live my life as a young man, going about a "normal" and expected path, or I could completely upend everything and change my identity and become a woman. My assessment was that I would likely lose most if not all relationships that I had with family and friends if I took this path.

There was a further complication as well. I was only interested in dating women. I will explore that side of me in a different blog post though.

Also, as I grew older, I realized that being a woman is actually kind of sucks because, on a society-wide basis, men suck. As a woman, I would have to put up with a lot of bullshit that I am able to avoid. I felt that I would be in this "between" space never fitting in where I wanted to be. I absolutely wished from the core of my soul that I had been born as a woman, but I did not feel like I could become one in the way that I wanted to be. My goal was impossible. What should I do?

I ultimately told myself that the choice was nonsense. I told myself that people bucket personality attributes based upon gender in a way that is ultimately arbitrary. I could be my true and authentic self without actually having to "transition". I still can't fully decide if that was a moment of grand self-actualization or if it was me being a little bitch and selling out to the patriarchy to keep my cishet privilege (though cisgender was not a word I had ever heard at the time).

I think the problem though was that I saw the wrong choices as my limits, even at the end. The choices were not cisgender / transgender / a high minded rejection of gender as a concept. The reality was that gender was a spectrum always, and that is something that was really had to see. Even for me, someone who struggled greatly with gender in my life, thought it was "weird" when I first started hearing people describe themselves as genderfluid, genderqueer, or non-binary

If I really think about it though, I love the concept of gender fluidity (even if the word genderfluid makes me think of semen lmao). I think it captures the way I feel so well. Sometimes, I feel overwhelmingly feminine. Other times, I feel fairly masculine, and I definitely tend to emotionally process things in a more typically masculine way. I love every part of me - at least insofar as gender expression goes. I don't have to choose to be my birth name or Melissa. I can always be both, even if many people will only have the perception to see one side or the other.

Most people do not see Melissa though. This blog is about finding her, and figuring out the best way to share her with the world.

So, hi. My name is Melissa. My pronouns are he/she (but never they). You can call me Lissa though.

[yoonlattesworld]

Saving you from the fuck boy

Yoongi x shy and quiet reader

Highschool au!!

Nothing much just fluffy fluff!!

Check out my other one shots here

Summary: you were always the shy and quiet girl of your class. Hardly talking to anyone not because you were rude or something. But nowadays the school's popular fuck boy seems to have taken interest in you. So what happens when your crush also know as the school's cold boy saves you from him.

No warnings!just our cute y/n and overprotective yoongi and lots of fluff!!

Author's pov

It was the last class before the lunch break when the bell rang indicating the class was over. The students wasted no time and started running out of the boring class ignoring the teacher who was shouting at them to complete there work. But who was going to listen when it was time to stuff there mouth? Well one was. She sat there till all the students went out. And till then,she completed her given work and started making her way outside after packing her stuff and bowing to the teacher.

Who was that girl? Her name is y/n. The most intelligent girl in her class. Also known as the nerd,by those popular girls. She was the quietest person in her class. Or we can also say the quietest person in the whole school. There wasn't any reason for that. She was just really shy to talk with new people. She was a sweet and innocent girl who never caused any trouble. Every teacher liked here too.

Now she was making her way to her locker to put her extra books in them and then sit alone in the garden as usual. And just as she was opening the locker, someone banged there hand on her locker making it shut. Y/n flinced at the sudden loud noise and looked up wide eyed to see a boy looking down at her with a smirk plastered on his face.

That boy was none other than the school's most popular fuck boy Lee yeonjun. Some students were wondering why did the fuck boy took interest in the quiet girl and some pitied her as she became his new target. She frowned seeing him and tried to move away as he was too close to her liking. She didn't understand why did he suddenly approach her but this has been going on for 2 weeks. He would always come to her telling her to date him and sometimes forcing her too. But she would kindly tell him no every time as she was a little scared of him. She has seen him beating kids and she gets scared by those things because of her past.

As she tried to move away,he put his other hand on the locker too which trapped her there. Y/n looked at him scared and tried to call anyone to help her but everyone started walking away as they didn't wanted to mess with that jerk. They knows that once he sets his target,he will use them fully and then throw them away after he got bored. "L..let me go please"she told him and his smirk grew wider seeing her getting scared of him. "You should have just accepted my offer when i was being nice. Why the fuck did you have to keep me waiting?" He was frustrated as she is the first girl that rejected him. And it hurted his ego. So he started approaching her everyday to see her suffer.

Y/n's eyes widened when she saw him getting angry and started stuttering more "l..listen. please i... I don't like you in that way so please let me go" she said this and tried to escape from under his hands. And she did manage to get out of his hold only for him to hold her hand tightly. She whimpered in pain because of the strong grip while he started shouting at her "Where the fuck are you going you bitch?! Who are you to tell me no?! You are just some pathetic little girl crying over her shitty parents!!" It made him more angrier when she tried to escape him and just as he was about to slap her,she flinched and covered her face with her another hand when a voice behind him said "let her go"

He turned around furious to see who interrupted him only to see Min yoongi standing there with his hands in his pockets. Y/n has a crush on him. But she was always too shy and afraid to tell him anything. Not noticing the way he always looked at her with a soft and gentle look on his face. Which was a surprise as he always had this cold look on his face. So Hearing his voice,y/n looked up from her hands to see him with tears streaming down her face. She felt relief washing over her while yoongi momentarily looked at her and his eyes softened. But then she saw anger in his eyes when he looked at her crying form. "Let.her.go" he repeated himself while yeonjun just scoffed and proceeded to say "and what if I don't? What are you gonna do?" To be honest he was feeling a little scared too because yoongi never interferes in anyone's matter. He was known be the coldest boy of the school. He has bad anger issues too and he has seen him almost killing a boy when he tried to insult his close friends. And that fact scared him.

Yoongi smirked angrily and started walking towards him "you won't?" And with that,he reached him and punched his face. He punched him so hard that y/n heard a cracking sound which scared her more and yeonjun fell on the floor clutching his face which was now bloody.

Y/n gasped in fear when she saw yoongi crouching down towards his level, grabbing his collar and started punching him repeatedly. She knew that yoongi has anger issues. He always looked really calm and unbothered but once he gets angry,he can't control himself. "Y..yoongi!" Hearing her soft voice,he was snapped out of his anger filled haze. She quickly ran towards him and held his arm to stop him "p.. please stop" yoongi stopped when she held his arm and let yeonjun's collar go making him fall on the floor. Yoongi was breathing heavily when he turned around to look at her and his eyes immediately softened when he saw her still crying and shaking. "S...stop please" she told him pleading eyes and he tried to calm down not wanting to lash out at that asshole in front of her again.

He softly cupped her wet cheek and wiped her tears with his thumb and she gasped when she noticed his hand bleeding. She grabbed his big hand with her much smaller one and started walking towards the medical room. All the while he kept his eyes on her. They reached the room and she saw there was no nurse inside. So she made him sit on the bed and went to take the first aid kit. She sat down on the stool in front of the bed and softly took his injured hand wincing because of the amount of blood. She started treating his hand while he kept on looking at her with hooded eyes.

After wrapping a bandage on his hand,she looked up to see him already looking at her intensely. She blushed a little and looked back down "you shouldn't have done that. What if you got in trouble?" She asked him softly and he put his finger under her chin and made her look at him "doesn't matter" she looked at him with her big innocent eyes which made his heart clench. "Did you expect me sit back and watch that fucker trying to hurt my girl? You know i won't let anyone hurt what's mine" he said in his deep and raspy voice and her eyes widened at his words with a deep blush appeared on her soft cheeks "y.. your girl?" He smirked and took her hand in his injured one and pulled her towards him making her stand up from the stool and stumbling a little. He wrapped his another hand around her small waist and pulled her closer making her sit on his lap.

She gasped and looked at him wide eye because of the close proximity while he cupped her cheek with his injured hand and his another hand wrapping around her waist, holding her tightly. Her one hand was on his biceps and another was on her lap. "W..what are you-" her words got stuck on her throat when he suddenly leaned forward. His lips inches away from hers. He gave her some time to move or show any signs if she didn't want it. But when she didn't move,he pressed his lips on hers. Softly yet firmly. She froze not knowing what to do as it was her first kiss. But as he slowly moved his lips on hers,she tried to copy his movements and hesitantly kissed him back. He pulled her closer and her free hand wrapped around his torso loosely. His hand went from her cheeks to the back of her neck annd he sucked her bottom lip slightly making her gasp and he took that opportunity to enter his tongue inside her mouth. Her grip on his biceps tightened and she whimpered a bit. A deep groan escaped the back of his throat hearing her whimper in his hold.

Running out of breath,she softly tapped his arm and he pulled back slightly to look at her swollen lips. She leaned on his chest trying to catch some breath and he was breathing heavily holding her in his protective arms. After they both calmed down,he pulled back to look at her face and she blushed immediately not looking in his eyes. "Be my girlfriend y/n" she looked at him wide eyes and then look down and mumbled a small 'okay' nodding her head cutely with a shy smile. He smiled softly and kissed her forehead.

His expression suddenly changed and he looked really angry "what's wrong?"she asked him worriedly and he said "i will fucking kill him. I swear i was trying so had to control myself when i saw that fucker approaching you again and again"

"yoongi no.. please don't do anything. I.. I don't want you to get hurt"she asked him looking scared. His eyes softened when he saw how scared she looked. He knows about her past. Her father used to hit her mom and she saw it every day until her mom died. Her father was now in jail. But that left a deep trauma which caused her to get scared when she saw things like that. He hugged her burying his face in her hair while she burried her face in his chest still sitting on his lap with her legs dangling.

He exhaled her sweet scent and growled "mine". In response,she snuggled her head deeper in his chest.

Since that day, yoongi has been really overprotective of her. He would be always by her side picking her up and then going to school together. For example,there was this time when y/n was at yoongi's house. He lived alone as he didn't have a nice relation with his parents. She accidentally broke a glass in his kitchen and stepped on it while trying to move away from it.The moment yoongi heard the crashing sound,he ran out of his bedroom seeing her crying in pain. He quickly picked her up and rushed to aid her leg. She has never seen him this panicked before. And that made her giggle. He scolded her for not being careful and didn't let her enter the kitchen again. He carried her the whole time if she wanted to go somewhere and even carried her on there way to class. She was so embarassed that she hide her red face in his chest. But he didn't cared.

She really liked his this side which he only showed to her. She felt safe in his arms. They both were deeply in love with each other. Yoongi and y/n finally found there happiness and safe place.

But they didn't knew that someone was always watching them with envy in there face. Lee yeonjun...the reason he approached her was because he had feelings for her. But the only thing he did was make her scared of him...

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[folkwhorerain]

Jealousy, Jealousy (Wanda Maximoff x fem reader)

pairing: Wanda Maximoff x fem reader

Summary: reader is a shy and insecure Avenger whit a crush on Wanda, but she never made the first move on the sokovian. What if, during a party, finally something happens between the two of them?

Warnings: angst, reader being insecure, language (I think?), alcohol and sexual tension (feel free to tell me if I should add more).

English is not my first language, so bare with my grammar please, lol. This is my first fanfiction ever so forgive me if it's not anything special or it is lame.

I got inspired by "Jealousy, Jealousy" by Olivia Rodrigo, so I suggest you listen to it while reading, if you want.♥️

You hated them. You hated Tony's parties.

Don't get me wrong, you enjoyed the Avengers company, but parties were definitely not your thing. You always felt... out of place.

You were fine with chatting with the team during this day when you spent some time together, but when parties where that huge like tonight's one, all you wanted to do was staying in your room.

The fact is that you can't help but compare yourself to the others. You never felt enough and you were intimated by Tony's friends and the other heroes. You were just... You. No one special with no cool superpowers, you were good at hand to hand combat and you were really smart, but that was it; you always thought that was lame. Like that wasn't enough, you were the newest recruit in the team. The Avengers all welcomed you well and you grew attached to all of them, especially Natasha, but still, you didn't feel like that was enough for you to be considered "the cool Avenger", and you were still private about your feelings and emotions; when something was wrong the only answer that you had when they asked you what bothered you was "it's nothing". But it wasn't nothing. You felt an outsider in the team, you felt like you weren't enough for them and the worst part is that you knew it was all in your head, but you couldn't help it.

The first person that always comes to your mind when you think of someone cool is Wanda. Her powers affascinates you and you loved her determination. You can't say you two are close, but she always treated you well and she respected your boundaries, that's why now you have a crush on her and that's part of the reason you didn't want to go to the party. Seeing her well dressed while smiling to people who weren't you and while Vision was trying to get her attention would only make it worse.

You considered staying in your room while scrolling your social media, not having any strength to get up and get ready, especially when you were still in your bathrobe and your thoughts were only about a certain witch. However you knew Natasha would've dragged you out of the room if you wouldn't come so, after a few curses and annoyed groans, you threw your phone on the pillow and started to get dressed.

You didn't want to get the attention to you, people would start a conversation and tonight you weren't into it at all, so you opted for a green skirt and a black, cropped sweater and a little bit of makeup. Nothing more.

I'm already so sick of this bullshit, you thought to yourself, then you took a deep breath and went downstairs.

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As you expected, the biggest room of the Stark Tower was filled with people you didn't know, but you were sure they were mostly Tony's friends.

They were all so confident with their drinks in hands, perfect combed hair and fancy dresses worth millions of dollars.

You weren't nothing like these people: you didn't get why people would spend millions for pieces of cloth. It was a waste of money, but how you wished you saw it differently, maybe you would be one of these apparently happy people with a lot of friends, and not the weirdo of the group with a lack of confidence so evident you couldn't even enjoy a relaxing event.

A few tears tried to escape your eyes, but you wouldn't let them. Steve was watching you and, from the look he was giving you, he already sensed something was off with you; so you did what was best and faked a smile, which he returned gladly before he went back to his conversation with Bucky.

You felt like a creep standing in the corner of the room doing nothing, so you started looking around searching for Nat. After a few second you saw her talking, or better, flirting with Bruce at the bar while she had a Martini on her hand.

You frowned sympathetically. Cute. He really likes her a lot, you thought seeing Bruce embarrassed and intimidated by the widow.

Suddenly a waiter asked you if you wanted a glass of wine and you accepted, maybe a little alcohol would help you get through this more easily. You took a sip and enjoyed the feeling of the wine in your throat.

“This is ridiculous.” you whispered.

“What is ridiculous?” you heard someone ask you.

You turned to see who it was and that's when you saw her: Wanda was smiling at you with a curious expression on her face.

You blinked a few times, amazed by the girl in front of you: she was wearing a short, black dress, and her ginger hair was loose on her shoulders. She decided to put on a little bit of makeup and a red lipstick. Not like her typical style, but you liked her anyway. She was always so beautiful.

You shook your head, realizing she was waiting for an answer. "Uhm, parties, I guess.” She nodded. “I mean, Tony's events are always too exaggerated.” you added before biting your lips, clearly embarrassed.

“I know how you feel.” Wanda agreed. “I always have to try so hard to fit in during things like these.” She chuckled while looking around the room.

“Well, at least you're trying.” You said before giving her a dry laugh, looking down at your glass.

The ginger tilted her head sympathetically. “Well, maybe that's the problem.”

You frowned in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“I mean... trying too hard is the problem.” She explained. “If you feel like you have to try so hard it becomes unbearable, maybe that means that the thing you're doing is not good for you.” She added before biting the inside of her cheek.

You simply hummed in agreement and took another sip of wine, too intimated by her beauty.

Don't think something awkward. She can read minds. Don't think how beautiful she is- shit. Stop thinking.

“If you'll excuse me, Vision is looking for me.” She said with a smirk on her face before leaving you alone again.

You watched her walk away, analizing her every move. God, how you wanted her to be yours. She was not, of course. Why would she be with someone like you? She could have Vision and every other man in this room, so why would she choose a girl like you? Speaking of the devil, Vision approached her with a few guys and she gave him her brightest smile.

You watched all the interaction, still in the corner of the room.

He was so confident with his perfect posture and his good manners. He would be the best for her. He's the kind of man, or synthezoid, or whatever, that could always reassure her and find the perfect words to make her feel better. He would try and cheer her up and find the better jokes to tell, just like he's probably doing right now. In fact the sokovian was laughing at something he said and her beautiful laugh echoed through the room.

You felt jealousy rush through your veins.

“I wanna be him so bad!”

All the people in the room turned to look at you with puzzled expression.

Your eyes went wide when you realized you practically yelled what you wanted was just a thought so, without a second thought, you rushed out of the party and went straight to your room.

You slammed the door and let the tears escape. You took off your make up and headed straight to bed, overthinking what just happened, screaming in your pillow.

I always ruin everything!

You didn't expect you would've said that out loud and right now you didn't expect to hear someone to knock on your door. You didn't answer, though, you kept your head buried in the pillow. It was probably Natasha who wanted to talk about what happened and you definitely weren't going to say a word.

The door opened anyway and you groaned in annoyance.

“Listen, Nat-” You started to say but stopped immediately when you saw it wasn't the russian spy, but Wanda.

“Hi.” She greeted you with a shy smile. “May I sit?” She asked pointing the bed.

You composed yourself and nodded shyly. “Yeah.”

Wanda gave you a swift smile and sat next to you, crossing her legs on the bed. Your breath itched when you felt your knees touching. You two have never been this close and the situation was making you nervous, thing that didn't go unnoticed by Wanda considering the fact that you were playing with the ring on your index finger.

You never noticed but Wanda knows you very well. She knows your moves, the way you play with your hands when you're nervous, the way your eyes shine when you talk about your interests or the way you are quieter than usual when you're sad.

The truth is that Wanda liked you very much and she knew you liked her too. She didn't want to tell you 'cause she wanted you to take courage and say it first and, to be fully honest, she was scared. What if your crush was temporary and you would eventually get bored? What if she loses you just like she lost her parents and Pietro? She would never, ever accept it.

“So... Why did you run away?” She asked like it wasn't obvious you just yelled in front of everyone.

“Are you seriously asking, Wanda?” You snapped before you could stop yourself.

She looked at you with sad eyes before looking down at her hands. “Sorry…”

“No, no... Don't apologize.” You whispered. “You have nothing to apologize for. I shouldn't have… God, I'm pathetic.”

You threw your head in your hands and sighed. I'm so sick of myself!

“Why are you sick of yourself?” The sokovian asked you before placing a hand on your knee.

You looked at the hand and then at her.

“Sorry, I shouldn't have read your mind, but sometimes your thoughts are really loud.” she chuckled, starting to rub her thumb on your knee. You were speechless, all this interaction was making you crazy. You craved more of her touch and now, more than ever, you wanted to kiss her. However you pushed those feelings aways and started to open up to avoid thinking about something inappropriate. “I'm just… me. I mean, I'm not special.”

“Why do you think that?” She asked raising an eyebrow, her hand never leaving your skin.

You took a deep breath. “Wanda, come on! Tony's friends are so cool, he's loved by everyone, Natasha is a badass russian spy, you have these amazing superpower. Thor is literally a God, for fuck's sake!”

“You compare yourself to the others too much. It's not healthy, Y/N.” She sweetly stated wiping away a tear from you cheek.

You closed your eyes for a second, enjoying her touch, but then you came back to reality. “I know, but I can't help it. The others seem to be so confident and happy, and all the girls at the party... Fuck, they're so pretty-”

"Beauty is not your lack.” She interrupted you smirking, her hand still on your cheek.

“I- I just wish I was them... I wish I had the courage Vision has.” You admitted, looking down.

“Why him?” The ginger asked placing two fingers under your chin, forcing you to look at her in those piercing green eyes.

“Because I'm so jealous he gets all your attentions and I don't just because I'm too insecure.” You said it in a whisper, almost inaudible, but Wanda heard you and you knew judging by the smile on her face.

“You want my attentions?” She asked leaning in.

Her face was so close to yours that it was hard to breathe. You could smell her perfume and that alone was making you want her more. You had the urge to kiss her and touch her and taste her, but right now Wanda was waiting for a response so you simply nodded, not trusting your voice.

“You already have them.” She admitted, making you frown in confusion. “There might be a hundred people in the room, but I would always notice you and only you, Y/n.” You were speechless, partly because of her confession, partly because she was so damn close to your face it made your heart race fast, and before you could realise, she kissed you.

Her lips were so soft against yours and her hands were in the right places. However, after a few moments, you realized you froze and didn't reproached the kiss. Wanda broke the kiss, a disappointed look on her face.

“I'm sorry, I thought you liked me t-”

Before she could finish her sentence, you kissed her. You kissed her with so much confidence it surprised both you and Wanda.

Your right hand was on her neck and the other was on her waist, pulling her close.

You felt her smirk on the kiss and the hand that before was on your knee now was up your thigh.

“God, this skirt was making me crazy the whole night.” She breathed out, making the hand go higher and higher where you needed it the most.

Before you could realize you still had your party outfit on, Wanda started caressing slowly your inner thigh, making you gasp. Hearing the affect she had on you, the ginger bite your lobe before whispering something that made you shiver.

“Let me show you all the attentions I have for you, babygirl.”

alright, that was it. I know it's not good, but I had this idea the other night and I just had to write it.

Feedback is appreciated. <3

[dragongirl642]

I really love your writing and noticed your asks are open (i think). And, I checked your masterlist and didn't see RE8 listed as a universe you write for, so you can ignore this if you want. But, could I request Heisenberg, Donna, and Lady Dimitrescu reacting to a male dragon-shifter reader who has decided to make the character's residence their hoard, and as such, going to extreme lengths to protect them and the residence?

OOOHHH 😮😳 How did you know dragons (and by extent dragon shifters) are my favourite things in the whole wide world!!!!!

As a treat, you get all four of the Lords' reactions. 😎

For extra drama, the dragon-shifter (you) basically crash land nearby (after a loooooonnnngggg flight) and decide to take up residence in the nearest abode while you rest, and end up getting comfortable and liking the area so decide to stay.

You have a full human form, fully dragon form, and an in-between form.

Also, you have like saintly levels of patience.

Heisenberg

It takes him a minute of staring to figure out that the giant dragon in the factory, is not a hallucination, induced by either the drinking he was doing the night prior, or a trick of Mother Miranda's trying to destabilize him mentally.

However this quickly turns into a lot of yelling "what the F are you doing in my factory!" and "What the F are you!" while chucking metal at you.

You melt the more dangerous pieces and yell at him to "Cease this nonsense! You can't hurt me like this."

Heisenberg.exe has stopped working.

He's partially re-evaluating his life like...did I just get sassed by a giant lizard.

You take the initiative to tell the small angry man telekinetically chucking metal around to chill. "Listen, I'm just going to rest here a few days then leave. You leave me alone, and I won't Incinerate you."

He quickly weighs up how much he doesn't want you here vs how much it will piss Mother Miranda off if he uses the giant dragon crash landing in his factory as an excuse to do absolutely nothing for her.

He's a bit annoyed about you taking up all the room by the forges so he can't make new soldats but...

Hate for Miranda wins!

He actually uses this as an excuse in his next report and Mother Miranda comes to 'get rid of the problem herself since Heisenberg cannot'...you almost incinerated her and she checked out. (He's putting that down as one of the best days of his life).

Since he now has nothing better to do he either leans on a nearby balcony or stands on a floating gear and starts trying to get your attention.

Will ask you everything from your name and where you came from to your favourite colour and if you have a specific favourite scale on your body.

You're distrustful and annoyed at first but soon warm up to this obviously lonely man.

You get so comfortable you decide you just might never leave.

The first time you feel comfortable enough to shift back to your human form Heisenberg is like (o_o) hot person! Two for one deal, annoying Mother Miranda plus Eye Candy!!!!

Makes a joke about having you turn into your dragon form again so he can keep making excuses to Mother Miranda. Which gets you curious and you ask about her, and he explains about the cadou, the experiments, and what she did to him.

He will make a bunk for you, so he can get back to work and you can stay near the heat of the forges, (absorbing the energy from the flames speeds up recovery and/or keeps you charged at 100% so you're always ready to burn a b1tch...specifically Miranda).

You both talk about whatever while he works. Lots of late night chats. One time he accidentally doused the forges and you just blew into the chamber and they re-lit immediately. (Mechanical Heart Eyes)

Since you start considering the entire factory to be your hoard, sometimes you claim a random object as your specific favourite piece for the day, maybe one of his tools or a specific piece of scrap. If he needs to use it, you won't let him and a small argument can be had. A solution is soon found though, you can't have a conflict of interest if your favourite item is him.

When you protect him, he's super flattered and hypes you up.

Cue him on the sides cheering you on.

If you two have started dating he will definitely yell "that's my boyfriend!" and gush about you to whoever happens to be standing next to him. (Bonus points if it's any of the other Lords. Especially Miranda, she is dying!)

Definitely makes a sign saying 'Beware of Dragon' to put on the fence.

Sometimes you jump to his defence even when he's in the middle of handling the threat. He gets huffy, saying he can take care of himself. You respond by telling him you won't let anything harm what's yours and once again, Heisenberg.exe is experiencing an error.

Alcina Dimitrescu

She is absolutely dismayed and angry at the giant lizard that barged its way through the doors and took up residency in her hall. It's tracking in mud and snow, burned the curtains, and took a good chunk of the wall, (letting in the cold).

Her daughters can't handle the cold, damn you!

Tries to fight you...fails. Turns out she's not immune to incineration and loses quite a few limbs (they grow back...eventually).

When she sees you shift to your human form, she's doubly-incensed...not only did you barge into her home but your also a D I S G U S T I N G M A N T H I N G !

You shift back whenever she tries to kill you so eventually she just gives up. (According to her she's waiting for the right opportunity NOT giving up.)

Wants to kill you, calls Mother Miranda for help and well, the same thing happens if you had crashed in the factory...she checks out!

Refuses to leave the castle for any reason, she's not leaving you along with her daughters.

Resigns herself to yelling insults at you from the balcony.

You respond in kind and it slowly devolves into a competition to come up with the most creative insults.

Your dragon form radiates heat...like...a lot. (Even counteracting the cold coming through the hole in the wall, which you attempted to fix.) This of course attracts the Dimitrescu daughters to the hall (against their mother's will).

If Alcina sees you lying their in dragon from, her three hive-mind children chattering away happily with you encouraging their curiosity, (Bela is half-asleep by your side, Daniela is complimenting your claws and asking about your bone structure, while Cassandra proudly proclaims her mother's are better than yours), she partly reconsiders her stance on you being a filthy, horrible, disgusting lizard man thing to just a filthy lizard man thing.

Seriously, your filthy, take a bath.

You quite enjoy all the little luxuries that can be found in the castle and decide to stay. Alcina almost shreds her hat in exasperation.

You get more comfortable and she starts to tolerate your presence, although she will take a swipe at you if she thinks she has a chance at killing you in your human form.

Jokes on her you can partially change and still fit through the hallways.

You never told her you've claimed the castle and the Dimitrescu family as your hoard but she does notice you being oddly friendly to her and she is "suspicious!"

You've met a few vampires and have a few suggestions for a more sustainable food source (buying blood donations from villagers instead of killing them). She's skeptical but considers it.

The first time you defend her is actually against Mother Miranda...over the phone. You have sharp hearing...and you don't like what you're hearing.

She's both flattered you would defend her so, and disgusted with herself for accepting a man thing's help.

When she realises she likes having you around, she starts to rationalise to herself that you're not just any man thing, you're her dragon man thing and therefore okay.

Gets more comfortable with leaving you with her daughters. You treat them well and keep them entertained?! That's a free babysitter if ever she's seen one.

When she sees the more extreme lengths you will go to protect the castle and her family, she is impressed and flattered and a little scared, and acts like it was her idea to have you stay.

"Oh, haven't you heard, that's the Dimitrescu Dragon."

Definitely rubs it in Heisenberg's face that she has a dragon and he doesn't.

Donna Beneviento

What are you!?!?!

To protect Donna, Angie is ready to fight you or die trying!

Just kind off avoids you and sends the pollen at you to make you leave.

The only one of the four Lords most likely to actually defeat you.

When you speak though, telling her to "release (your) mind, witch, or (you'll) incinerate everything", she's surprised and scared enough to actually do so.

Asks if you'll be her friend. Angie is cussing you out.

You see how scared and lonely she is and just *adoption mode activated*.

You only need to rest a few days, why not do so on friendly terms with your host. (keep telling yourself that).

It takes a day for you to shift to human form, partially because you don't want to have your measurements taken because Donna wants to make you a giant bonnet, (You reason it's a waste of resources, you'll only be here a short while).

Jokes on you, this is your home now.

You've never hoarded dolls before, but there's a first time for everything.

You will spend most of your time in human form since your dragon form kinda scares her.

Even though she's still scared of it, Donna does find your dragon form interesting and will ask to sketch you (from a distance...no fire please).

Make various over-exaggerated poses and joke about "draw me like one of your french girls" and she will laugh, (even though she doesn't get the joke).

She makes a plush doll of you. It turns inside out to shift between human and dragon.

The first time you protect her, she's scared. The flames take her straight back to her childhood, she's crying and she hides. You shift back to human form very quickly and find her, holding her close and apologising for scaring her over and over.

Will tear a man apart in human form to avoid this (or almost human form).

She slowly works up to being comfortable in your dragon form, the first time she falls asleep against your side is a good day.

You start insisting on accompanying her to meetings and escorting her whenever she has to meet another Lord. They start talking sh1t, they get hit (or burned...you let Donna choose).

Angie cheers you on.

Salvatore Moreau

He is terrified of you when you first show up.

You basically tear your way into the mines for shelter and he is frantically plugging the entrance to his home with the enzyme to hide.

Calls for "mother" to save him and that's how you find him.

You see this small deformed fish man crying in the mine and think, "i'm not gonna ask."

You settle in the slightly larger chamber and just lie down for a rest.

He soon realises your not going to attack him and ventures out to stare at you. He just keeps staring at you for like an uncomfortably long time, peeking around a doorway.

Eventual you snap and ask him to stop staring.

He slowly comes out of hiding and starts asking the basics.

"You can talk?" "Who are you?" "Why are you here?"

Seeing no reason not to, you tiredly answer all his questions.

Hearing about your long journey has him curiously asking about the places you've been to.

He quickly figures out you must have some sort of human form since you end up on the topics of favourite foods or movies and your favourites are all distinctly human. (He's the fastest at figuring this out and the least surprised when you shift).

Terrifying (hideous) creature going through an unnerving transformation into a humanoid form...he can relate. Although he's slightly jealous of how 'normal' you look when you shift to human form.

You two have a movie night where he proudly shows of his collection. It is in the middle of him analysing the context of THAT ONE SCENE that you decide, Yes...This one is mine.

The entire reservoir and mine is your territory and if anything comes anywhere near it they will be ash in 30 seconds.

When you protect him from danger, he's shocked that someone cares enough about him to f-ing incinerate a lycan for even looking at him weirdly.

You act like its natural and eventually he starts to get used to you.

Has self doubt and questions your motives...you tell him he's worth it or that he's your jewel.

C O N F I D E N C E B O O S T

Starts talking back to the other Lords when they insult him. It's easy with you hovering menacingly behind him, veins glowing with barely contained R A G E.

One source of friction however, is the fact that he doesn't like that you keep trying to kill Mother Miranda and he will latch onto you sobbing until you agree to spare her (for now...you'll get her when he's not around).

However, the longer you two know each other, the more self-confidence he gains and the more you talk through what Mother Miranda did to him and why he deserves better, (pointing out her manipulation, analyses whether she's ever 'cared' about him, etc...), the less bothered he gets. (Give it a few years, he'll cheer you on alongside Heisenberg).

Bonus:

The second you see Mother Miranda...it is on sight. (Especially if you know what she did to the Lords).

Cue you shifting to dragon form and preparing to unleash a volley of flame, "I smell the blood of children on you."

You may be comfortable(ish) with the actions of your housemate but you have STANDARDS.

Alright 😊 Hoped you like these headcanons, jaychirps. They were really fun to write and grew quite a bit. 😅

(I feel like Moreau's a bit ooc but I don't know enough about him to dispute that claim....)

Oh and p.s. ... asks are open.

[wpdarlingpan]

Hello! I recently follow you and read your writing of DC. I love it, your writing are really good! For a request, i have this idea...

Platonic yandere Damian wayne with twin sister reader. Maybe, when they were kids, he used to be hated her because she was excelent in everything and have a little care and love from Talia. But she really care for his brother and then Ra al-ghul put them to fight among themselves on a cliff to see who was going to be the future leader and in a bad move, they ended up hanging up in the cliff. Then his sister, not wanting to see his brother die, brings him back to the surface and she ends up falling. Damian didn't know how to react and only receive a slap from his mother .

How about, after Damian goes to live with Bruce and being the new Robin, in one of the fights with Slade and his partner, this partner decides to let himself be trapped so that Slade can escape. In the Batcave, they take off the mask to discover that it is their sister, but someone very different, with another personality, cold, somewhat insane, hostile and very intelligent like that, because she was submerged in the Lazarus pit by Slade, who consider as a parent. Maybe Damian will try to reason with her and apologize for what he did to her. She tells him that it is too late and a smoke bomb explodes to reveal that Slade came for his daughter. She, determined, goes with him, but Damian tries to stop her, but is defeated and tells him that he should never have saved him, to see how Damian tears up and before leaving, he laughs and says "I didn't know that demons cry "

it could be possible? Thanks!!

Ukht: Sister in Arabic

Title: Not Again

Talia was surprised when she gave birth to twins. The boy a few minutes sooner than the girl. She was glad as well as they had two lethal weapons instead of one.

Two children with the blood of Talia Al Ghul and The Batman.

There was a boy she named Damian and she name the girl Y/N. She cared for them a short time after they were born then they were cared for mostly by maids.

As they grew older Damian began to despise his younger sister. She was perfect at everything and he was always second best. He believed she got all the love of their mother and grandfather and left him with none.

They were 10 when they were dropped at the top of the tallest mountain on their land and told to fight to determine the next Leader of the League Of Assassins. They were equals. They fought for hours as they each met each attack with one of equal force same with defense. They were bloody and bruised and Y/N couldn’t bare to hurt her brother anymore. But we she was about to give, she didn’t notice how close to the edge they were. The stood facing each other with their feet barely not over the edge but as Damian attack he knocked himself over the edge because he lost balance as he grew angry and let his emotions over ride his training. But as he fell he grabbed onto his sisters leg and she was pulled down with him. The didn’t fall far as they ended hanging onto a small ledge not to far from the top of the mountain.

Y/N knew what she had to do, but did she have the strength to do it is what she was questioning to herself.

She grabbed the rope she had attached to her belt and used one hand to toss it up and luckily for her it landed around a tall rock while the other end flew back down. The two ends of the rope were next to her and she leaned over and attached the rope to Damians belt as he struggled to hold on. He looked over once he felt the weight on his belt and he looked back at her questioningly.

“I love you Damian.” She said as she grabbed onto one end of the rope, pulling Damian up to the top as she used as much of the weight she could to work as a pulley system. She didn’t want him to bed up falling back down so as soon as she saw he was safely to the top, or as safe as you could be on the top of the mountain. She let go.

Damian screamed as he saw his sister fall beneath the clouds to her death, and he couldn’t do anything. He hated her all of his life for reasons she could not control and he didn’t realize that he never triplet hated her until he realized he never had been without her. She patched him up after fights in the middle of the night so he couldn’t protest, gave his pieces of food, tried to show him love but he wouldn’t accept it, not from her. 

He regretted it now.

A assassin flew a helicopter up to the mountain with Talia in the back going to collect Damian. Once she arrived and Damian had fought the pain and walked onto the helicopter, Talia slapped him sending him to the floor with a red hand print on his cheek. He wouldn’t cry, never.

They arrived back at the compound and Talia led him to Ra’s. Of course they talked about everything he did wrong then made him practice for 5 hours until it was perfect. After they sent him away to sleep he had nightmares of his sisters death, and how he hated her all those years.

The next day he was sent to live with his father after the league was attacked and Ra’s was killed. His mother handed him off and later on he decided to stay with his father even after he was to be brought back to the league. It had been a few months since then and Batman and Robin were in the middle of a fight with Slade otherwise known as deathstroke. He was a powerful force to be reckoned with. But even worse now, as he had a sidekick.

A fully masked figure wearing fighting gear and knifes strapped to their thigh, not to mention the very sharp Katana they were wielding, it was a difficult task for them both. But Batman dodged a stroke from the blade and the blade hit a gas pipe, as it was about to explode Slade ran off and Batman was about to go follow before she tackled him to the ground. They fought for a good couple seconds before Robin joined the fight and she was knocked out.

Batman and Robin swung out of the warehouse with Batman holding the masked figure as the pipe exploded leaving behind a burning building.

They put her in handcuffs and put her in the back of the batmobile as they drove home.

“Who do you think she is Batman?”

“I’m not sure.”

They drove home in silence, when did Slade get a partner?

Once in the bat cave they tied her to a chair before Alfred fixed up their cuts. The figure began to slowly wake up and she struggled in the chair before settling while staring at the duo.

“Why were you with Slade? A partner? Sidekick? Apprentice?” She doesn’t respond and continued to glare. The Bat stared right back and couldn’t help but think she was very short, just a inch or two below Damian. Her eyes seemed young as well but didn’t hold any innocence.

“You heard him, who are you?!” Damian demanded by Robin put a hand on his shoulder

They still didn’t respond. But, an idea came to mind. If she gave away her identity it would distract them enough for her to initiate a plan.

“Take off my mask Damian and see.” She spoke ominously while they both looked in shock that she knew his identity. He got over it and quickly ripped off her mask and he was staring into eyes alike to his own.

“Y-Y/N?”

“Miss me? I’m sure you didn’t.”

“Who is she Damian?”

“He never told you about me?” She asked with a fake point then proceeded to smirk.

“Damian?” Batman questioned further but all domain could do was stare.

“I’m his twin sister.” If there was a time the bat had showed that he was shocked it would have been when he found out about Damian, but this one rivaled it.

“W-What?”

He looked over to Damian but Damian turned away.

“Yep, his little sister only by a few minutes.”

Damian and Bruce took off the masks looked at her. Bruce saw the resemblances, between Damian and her, between her and himself.

Damian knelt in front of her and stared into her eyes.

“Forgive me ukht, please forgive me.” Tears gathered in his eyes surprising y/n. Damian crying? That’s not possible.

“Forgive you for what Damian?” Bruce questioned staring at his children.

Y/N had her lips pursed so Damian responded.

“Our mother and grandfather put us against each other in a mountain… it was a fight to the death to determine who would be the heir to the league. We fought for hours before I let me emotions lead and I fell. I grabbed onto y/n and she came down with me. We felt onto a ledge with barely enough room for us to hold on.” Bruce’s eyes are wide and slightly teary. “She grabbed her rope and made a pulley system. I was slipping, she tied it to my belt and jumped, telling me she loved me. Pulling me to the top as she Plummeted down. She fell, or rather let go so I could live.”

“And yet here we are.” She spoke snarky glaring at Damian.

“How are you here then?” Bruce questioned feeling as if he knew the answer. Jason was a standing example.

“You already know Bruce. The Lazarus Pit. Just like how it brought back Robin #2.” She smirked as he glared slightly. Damian glared back at their father as he needed to calm down.

“But did you know something Batman?” 

“What is it Y/N?”

“We always have a back up plan.”

With that the wall bursted open and Y/N shook of the robes she had been working away with a small knife. She held up a small tracker she had on her and smirked at their surprise faces. The duo threw on their masks even though their identity’s were already known.

Slade walked in with swords at the ready and he threw one to Y/N.

“Nice to see you.” Slade smirked at her.

“To you as well.”

“Ready to go?” He questioned her ignoring the bat and the bird.

“Ready when you are.” They nodded slightly and

Slade attacked Batman while she got Damian. With the help of a smoke Bomb and their disorientation from the information that she was alive, they were fairly easy to take down. They knocked the duo down to the floor and tied their legs together, just to give them enough time to escape.

“You can’t go! Not again.” Damian yelled with tears streaming down his face. He couldn’t lose her, not again.

“Wow look at that Slade.”

“What is it Y/N?” He played along as they turns towards the whole in the wall.

“I didn’t know Demons could cry. You learn something new everyday.”

Slade tossed another smoke Bomb into the cave as the last dispersed, distracting Damian and Bruce since they had almost gotten out of the rope, and got far away from the duo.

Damian stared at the hole in the wall in a mix of anger and sadness. Bruce in shock still.

Damian sobbed and fell to the floor in tears.

“Not again.”

~*~

Hopefully you liked it! Sorry it wasn’t too Yandere, I wasn’t sure how to make him a Yandere with this. But I how it was still good. Thank you for reading and I hope you have a great day! ♡

[lubdubsworld]

Blackberry Winters.

Part 1

Check part one for warnings 💔

Part 2.

Namjoon stared at his mother, her words registering but not quite sinking in. He blinked, a couple of times and swallowed dryly, trying to gather his wits that felt like they'd been scattered to the four winds. There was a dull ringing in his ear, a feeling of impending horror and he had to fight to bring himself back to the present.

"She is...?" He couldn't even say it. Somewhere in the back of his mind he realised the irony of it. It wasn't supposed to makes him feel that way. The reason he had taken her to bed was for this : a heir to take over the duties of the head alpha after him. And yet, he knew that he couldn't just ignore all the things that would come with having a pregnant mate. All the added responsibility.

At the heart of it , Namjoon was exhausted.

He had been trained for this position but it didn't make it any easier. His wolf yearned for solitude and serenity, peaceful quiet where he could contemplate life and all its mysteries but the duties and responsibilities kept piling up. He had no time to indulge in such whimsical fantasies. From daybreak to sundown, he drowned in problems that demanded solutions, issues that required his intervention and he was always giving so much of himself to so many.

It was as taking a toll.

And now here was the promise of another new soul. A pup. Fully dependant on him for survival. It was hard to be ecstatic.

" Why do you look so surprised? Have you not been sleeping with her?" She frowned, moving closer to the small wooden bench in the corner of the room. She sat down, primly adjusting the large swathes of her skirt. Even at her age, she was a beauty and despite being a widow, she was treated with great respect by all the wolves in the clan.

" I have... Of course...I just didn't expect her to ...so soon. " He muttered hesitantly. He made a quick calculation, Conceived at the end of autumn meant the child would be born at the end of summer. Rains and more rains. He would have to commission the weavers to make a lot of warm blankets and thick bedding for the babe. And make sure that all the birthing huts had their roofs mended. He felt an ache in his chest. He knew he had to have a heir. It was part of what he was responsible for. But he wasn't ready to be a father yet. Especially not with someone like her.

" You haven't been very subtle in your disdain for her, Joon. It makes me wonder of perhaps I have failed in teaching you the ways of a husband." His mother's sharp voice made him wince.

His parents had been deeply in love with each other. His mother had been an equal contributor in running the clan, his father's most trusted confidante. He couldn't imagine having something like that with the woman he had rather recklessly chained himself to for life. But he couldn't be openly defiant in front of his mother.

So he bowed.

" I've tried to talk to her mother. She looks at me like I'm some marauding villain."

Lady Kim scoffed.

" Because, for all she knows, you may as well be one. Think of who she is, how she was raised. Her mother died when she was eight and she has been keeping house for her father since then. It Is a miracle she knows how to read a few words and to write her own name. Old man Gong is unkind and cruel and I've only ever watched him treat her like an unruly dog that needed discipline and never like his own flesh and blood. She knows men to be cruel and powerful and capable of doing her great harm. Add to it your status as the head of the clan, of course she thinks you're dangerous. "

" am I to be blamed for her childhood now?"

" Don't be obtuse. That is not what I'm saying. I just want you to consider her upbringing, before you write her off as dramatic or hysterical. "

Namjoon sighed deeply.

" Alright, mother. I'll try to talk to her again. "

And he knew that he had to. If he wanted some semblance of peace in his life, he would have to make an effort with his wife.

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Jiah sat by the haybale near the barn, cross-legged on the dirty floor as she watched Misu and Loshim, two of the stable boys tend to the horses. She stared at the careful way they brushed the large beasts, their tone gentle and soothing as they murmured reassurance to the agitated animals. She found it fascinating, how even an animal that powerful could feel fear and anxiety. It made her feel better about her own shortcomings.

From a very young age, she had known of her flaws. She was jittery, prone to cold sweats and breathing problems, easily frightened and absolutely terrified of confrontation of any kind. Her parents had been, to put it lightly, unkind. They had seen her as a burden, as something broken and useless and cumbersome and that had done nothing for her self esteem.

To make matters worse, they didn't let her attend lessons with the other omega girls, her education limited to scribbled writing on granite with chalk when her father was feeling bored or charitable. She could read a few words with difficulty . Could write her name out if you gave her some time and patience.

At first, her ignorance had been embarassing but over time she realised her education wouldn't serve her much purpose.

She thought of herself as something temporary and fleeting. Not meant to leave any lasting impression on the world. So it was alright if she didn't know what every other girl her age did. She was going to live and die in that hut near the boundary walls..... She would have no use for fancy words or exotic dances.

Or so she hd always believed.

So when the head alpha had asked for her hand in marriage, she had nearly passed out from her heart giving out.

Namjoon was seven years older, almost thirty winters old and she had only ever caught glimpses of him when he came to check on her father's watchpost occasionally. He was a tall man, strapping and intimidating with dragon eyes that glowed red. And one evening he had stopped by her side when she had been tending the beets and potatoes in the small vegetable garden out back.

He had stared at her for a few long minutes while she had sweated in nervousness and then he had promptly asked for her father. When the man had Stepped in and told her father that he was looking to make her his bride, the old man had been jubilant while Jiah had been confounded.

She hadn't wanted to say yes but she had been too much of a coward to say no. Besides, she didn't know if saying no would have any repurcussions....she didn't want to risk offending the literal head of the entire clan. What if they banished her? What would become of her then?

And so she had said yes. And here she was.

Mated to the man for life, her wolf connected to his and his mark on her neck and now....his child in her womb.

She felt the familiar stirring of panic, digging her nails into her palm to ground herself .

Jiah had long come to terms with the fact that her mind was not her friend. It sometimes tried to attack her , tried to make her feel irrational things. It convinced her that she was a bother, that she was useless, that she was a burden. It also tried to tell her that she was in danger, that she had to run and avoid and get away, even when she was perfectly safe.

When she had first come here as the head Alphas new wife, her brain had wrecked havoc on her senses. Had made her feel like a hunted animal, always cowering and hiding and trying to disappear . Namjoon had tried to be friendly, tried to be courteous and all she had done was hide and recoil, skin ice cold and words practically non existent. She hadn't said a word to him those first few days and even the bedding had been a nightmare, her entire body stiff as a board and she knew that he had probably felt like he was making love to a corpse.

She regretted it. Deeply. But there was not much she could do about it now. Besides she wasn't sure she even wanted to. It was obvious her husband's affections lay elsewhere. She had seen the way he looked at that courtesan. Had seen him sneak out for walks with her, had seen them huddled together in the room with all the scrolls and leather bound books.

Jisoo was a beautiful omega, well read and trained in musical arts. She played the gayageum and the flute, knew how to entertain guests with a perfect ceremonial dance and she was always at the helm of every festivity, dressed in vibrant fabrics and full of life.

She was also madly in love with Namjoon.

Jiah sighed, watching the horses paw at the dirty stable floor. She wanted to get to know her husband, yes. But she knew that even if she did, he would only find her wanting and inadequate in all ways.

And that was just not acceptable .

She maybe self aware when it came to her short comings but she also had her pride.

She would rather live like this. Tucked away like an embarassment, hidden like a dirty secret because then there would be no piercing gaze weighing her against her peers and declaring her broken.

Yes.

Pregnant or not, she wanted nothing to do with her husband.

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" Are you feeling well now?" Namjoon's voice startled her, eyes going wide as she looked around the resting quarters , gaze finally falling on the man standing near the large table on the side. Namjoon was bent over the rough oak surface , papers spread out in front of him, an oil lamp burning bright nearby, casting a sepia shadow on the man himself and she hesitated, debating the pros and cons of excusing herself to go see his mother instead. Maybe claiming a headache?

In the end she did neither, resolving to at least make an effort with this.

" I'm well, alpha. " She swallowed the lump in her throat. " I'm sorry for inconveniencing you. "

He straightened, turning around to look at her finally.

" Do you wish to move into another room?" He said briskly and she startled.

" Another room?"

" Now that you are with pup, there's no reason for us to keep sleeping together. I prefer having my own space. "

Jiah felt the blood rush through her ears. This shouldn't hurt but it did and she could feel the self loathing flood her senses. She stared down at herself, the lack of beauty and the utter lack of any kind of elegant upbringing. Of course he didn't want to stay with her any longer. What had she been thinking , agreeing to this farce of a mating?

" I... Alright. "

Namjoon turned away from her.

" Good. I've already arranged for all your things to be moved to the west wing , next to the gardens."

Far away from his rooms, Jiah thought bitterly. The sudden realization that Namjoon had been looking for some sort of brood mare and not a mate hit her . And it suddenly made sense that he hd picked her.

Someone easy to boss around.

Someone who wouldn't demand anything from him, loyalty or affection or attention .

And it irked her for some reason.

Why did he get to treat her that way? Why must she put up with it?

But she stayed quiet because she wasn't sure what to say.

" You can leave now, Jiah. " He said dismissively and she hesitated before stepping out of the room.

And she wondered if with her departure, someone else would be taking her place in his bed.

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Authors Note : would you guys like first person narrative or should I continue in third person? 👀

[thejustmaiden]

So out of nowhere I was tagged and quoted by a SR shipper for a blog of mine posted in August of last year. Talk about throwback but, hey, gotta appreciate that level of snooping. 😉

Back in the day I actually used to encourage discourse amongst Inuyasha fans- both shippers and antis alike- but I've since realized that it's a lost cause. But for you, @feministmetalgreymon , I'll grant this exception. Just 'cause it's been a while so why the hell not. haha

I want to assure you, however, that nothing you say will ever convince me that Sesshomaru and Rin are meant to be together romantically or that the story intended it so. Nor will you find any validation here. You can ship them for all I care, but please for all that is good and holy while I have your attention try- I mean really try- to understand why it is so many of us Inuyasha fans are so against this pairing in the first place (newsflash: it's not about ship wars), and why we believe a romance between the two of them is completely and utterly out of character.

For those of you interested in reading this, the blog of mine in question that the above shipper mentions in their counter-argument is here for reference. It's titled "Jaken = Rin's Dad?" I'm going to try and keep this short, but I'm also making no such promises. After all, I'm not exactly known for my brevity. haha Now let's get crackin'!

Like you, feministmetalgreymon, did for your recent blog here where you took screenshots of mine to address certain parts, I will be doing the same and dissecting yours accordingly.

[Snippet 1]

I worked with kids for many years as a teacher, and many people in my family have too or still do. Two of them happen to be just over 5 feet which is quite short for the average adult woman living here. I've also worked alongside many a women of short stature, and never did I hear any of them complaining of issues with their students having difficulty differentiating them from their own peers just because they were short as well. I'm sorry but that's just ridiculous. Kids are quite smart and pick up on a lot more than you seem to give them credit for. Height is not the only characteristic they look at to determine who's an adult and who's not, and it's foolish to suggest otherwise. So unless you're a babysitter who's still in their teens and/or who has very childlike features or behavior then I'm afraid what you're getting at is total hogwash. This is just another example of how you shippers offer nothing of real substance to your reasoning, it's only ever cherry-picking or strawmanning from you guys. Stop deflecting from the real issues please, because this certainly isn't one and only winds up being a complete waste of time for all parties involved.

[Snippet 2]

Okay, calm down now. I wasn't insinuating that relationships between parents and children can't change over time in terms of how they get along. Of course that's possible, as all families experience their fair share of estrangement and abuse. What I was speaking about was in reference to the overall dynamic between the two. Because a bad mother or father can still be viewed as a parental figure to their child even if say they're not in said child's life anymore. Since Sesshomaru and Rin share a healthy bond- and just a friendly reminder that in my blog I even said that he doesn't have to necessarily be labeled her father but that a romantic relationship later would still be inappropriate- I didn't deem it necessary to address what you brought up. Plus, it kinda, umm, misses the point?? Please, let's stay on topic. And it's not captured in the screenshot, but stop acting like there isn't a small part of them that idolizes their parents at some point during childhood. Just like you mention later on how it's normal for kids to have innocent crushes on adults that they eventually grow out of? Well, guess what, the same concept applies here. Kids eventually learn that their parents are far from perfect and make mistakes too. Rin is so damn young in the OG series though that we never even get to see her reach that maturity level.

[Snippet 3]

LOL! Alright, okay, so the "unbreakable bond" bit you're mentioning was actually me quoting you sessrinners. Did you not catch that? I literally spelled it out. *sigh* The whole point I was making is that shippers like yourself make hypocritical and contradictory statements all.the.goddamn.time. One moment you guys claim that Sesshomaru and Rin were essentially strangers and meant very little to each other, only to say in the same breath a few seconds later that they were destined to be together and their bond is like no other. I agree, their bond is special, but why must that mean they're going to fall in love?

That is the root of the matter here. Too many animes/mangas have romanticized this older adult man & young girl growing up falling in love trope that it's become way too normalized and widely accepted across the world- and yes, in some cultures more than others. Sadly, you lack the awareness to recognize how this all works. You know how we know that? When we see that you shippers are so desensitized to sexualized images of girls in the media that you share posts like this one below which *subtly* imply a future romance although one half of that pairing is still just a child in the pic and then try and pass it off as cute. That's like super fucking problematic and it scares me that you can't see that (or deny you do). 🤢

After all that's said and done, Sesshomaru leaving Rin in the village with Kaede is to me the strongest indicator more than pretty much anything else he's done for Rin that proves he is her adoptive father. It's so funny to me how you somehow see the exact opposite though. 🤔 What I think is happening is that you got yourself on some squeaky clean ass shipper goggles fresh out of your little echo chamber. Because I hate to tell you, but what you're fantasizing is what you want to see and not what's actually there on screen or was written into the story. I'm strictly talking about Inuyasha and the manga of course. [For the TL; DR version skip to the last paragraph.]

Parents looking after their kids is what parents are supposed to do. A good parent will do anything to keep their child safe and ensure they are cared for, so what he did for her by leaving her there was in her best interests clearly. Besides, as a babysitter, you more than most people should understand that parents aren't always able to be there for their kids so sometimes others gotta step in to help. Haven't you heard of the saying, "it takes a village to raise a child?" Which in Rin's case is literally true! 😂 Sometimes kids are even sent off to stay with grandparents and that's who raises them instead. Or maybe they have to temporarily live with an aunt or uncle because their single parent's job requires they work out of town 4-5 days of the week so they're hardly home. But that doesn't mean that the parents care or love their kids any less, and it's foolish to assume that Sesshomaru must have thought very little of Rin simply due to the fact that he made the decision to leave her in the village. Come on, y'all are acting like he abandoned her there!!

It's just given the circumstances Sesshomaru finally came to learn that Rin traveling with him was no longer safe. I also like to think it's because he wished for her to live a more normal life and to learn how to fully trust humans again. Plus, continuing to travel with him as young as she was would have proven dangerous and unwise. Now for you to know all this and still manage to turn his past actions towards her while she was just a child into a romantic gesture is what boggles my mind. Regardless of how you look at it, from my perspective or your own, Sesshomaru is in the wrong. Either he's a father figure who impregnates his daughter at the young age of approximately 14. OR he's this man she used to travel with who maybe isn't a father to her but who nonetheless basically rapes her since kids her age can't consent to sex with an adult. Idk about you but it sounds to me like nobody here wins with either scenario we're given. In other words, you should be just as mad as we are. If only one side didn't choose to forsake their morals they know we both have in common for the sake of a ship. Welp. 🤷‍♀️

I agree, incest is disgusting but that's not the only problem we have with this pairing. A romantic bond forming between Sesshomaru and Rin would also constitute as grooming.

You realize that over the years he visited her in the village that he brought her gifts too and essentially watched her grow up right before his very eyes, right? I mean, I know you do, but I really shouldn't have to explain further why pursuing a romantic/sexual relationship with each other is plain and simple wrong. And before you say it's not because he didn't have any malintent, please understand that considering their history and power dynamic up to then that yes this is still considered grooming even if Rin supposedly "wanted it" or "made the first move." Whether you consider him her father or not, as the adult who took on a role resembling that of a caretaker in her early life- a critical developmental time for a child- Sesshomaru is obligated to turn down any advances by Rin and most definitely should not initiate any himself. As the first close adult figure she's had in her life since her parents died, it's unfathomable to imagine how Sesshomaru could go through with taking advantage of this young girl who was under his care and supervision since they met. To think he could be capable of betraying that trust sickens me to the core.

This. Now THIS is how a parent/guardian or a similar adult caretaker (babysitter, teacher, etc.) talks to a child. And, in turn, this is how some young children talk to adults. You'd be insane and delusional to deny it! We see it in our everyday lives, do we not? From where else do you think our stories draw most of their inspiration? Yes, obviously these fictional universes have aspects of fantasy that don't exist in the real world, but so how then do you suppose we're able to relate to them? The reason for that being is because these stories are written by people for people, so naturally there are going to be real life aspects embedded throughout. Sure, a little escapism doesn't hurt as we don't need to take everything so seriously, but ultimately we all need to recognize that the messages in the stories we tell matter. Most stories possess a combination of both light and dark themes, but when it specifically comes to the latter we gotta be careful with how we tackle this in children's media since kids are far more impressionable.

So if at the center of a story we have two of the main protagonists whose mom is basically their same age and to top it off she knew their dad when she was just a girl and who just so happened to help raise her, wouldn't you say that's beyond fucked up or at the very least so fucking weird? Like why would we think it's even remotely okay for our children to watch this garbage?? Really think about it. Try and be objective for once and think about how it would sound explaining this storyline to an outsider who's never watched IY or HNY. Well, antis have tried this before many times and we always get the same reaction: Ewww!

Like I said earlier, if you wanna ship it then fine, but 1) please stop seeking our approval or trying to change our minds - your ship wish came true didn't it, so why do you need us to validate it? 2) even though it's not canon, respect that we don't support this sequel portraying pedophilia in a positive light. It's harmful af to not only allow but glorify the continuation of sexualized images of young girls everywhere. And I shouldn't have to say this, but just because this trope is popular as you say does not make it right. Lolicon themes in the media have been an issue forever and it needs to stop. Yes, even some people in Japan or "the East" would agree. Shocker!

We're pissed off and rightfully so because Yashahime's TV rating is 14, not to mention it airs at the prime time kids in Japan watch TV after getting home from school. That's Towa and Setsuna's age, true, but if Rin being the mom when she's like only a year older than them (please don't argue w/ me about the math- antis have so far been right every time with it) is straight-up disgusting and not something we should be supporting or endorsing. Rin's a whole ass child!! Please don't start with the "but times were different then so her having kids at 15 is acceptable" argument either, because we've already debunked that and every other single excuse you guys throw at us. Besides, how or why would you expect young viewers to know these historical "facts" anyway, especially if as you suggest fiction doesn't affect reality so what does it matter? Yet here we are, arguing over a fictional show in real life almost a year and a half into the "Sesshomaru fucks?" sequel being announced. My ass, your ass, hell all our asses fiction doesn't affect reality!

Look, I do apologize if the tone of this blog came off as snippy or condescending at times. I do not wish you any ill will, it's just I'm not really sure what you expected to get out of all this besides maybe getting on my nerves perhaps. haha A lot of you shippers have been desperately scrambling to interact with us, lurking in our tags, jumping onto our posts screaming canon and getting so defensive even though you sought us out first. We've been sticking to our tags, so how about you stay in your lane too. By the way since we're on the topic, have you seen Twitter or Reddit?! SR shippers there are the actual worst and many Inuyasha fans (not just antis) have complained of not feeling welcomed to engage in fandom spaces anymore. Shippers swarm them and scare them off simply because fans don't like your ship and refuse to accept it. It's pathetic, really. No one should ever be bullied or harassed just because they don't like something you might. We're all fans of Inuyasha, aren't we? So let's act like it. Yashahime on the other hand, you guys are welcome to that pungent heap of trash. Fans have a right to criticize it too, but if you like it then good for you, so keep on liking it and don't mind us.

I'm almost done, but real quick back to Jaken! Let's not forget about how the official Yashahime website- which came out after my blog, mind you- described Jaken. This translation isn't the best one available but it's the only version a fellow anti friend could track down. They do recall a better one done by a native Japanese speaker who was also an anti, and that member confirmed that Jaken is indeed called Rin's babysitter. So you see, I was right in my interpretation. In the original post I did compare Jaken to a brother, but after talking to others (some comments can be found under said post) I did acknowledge that he's more of a reluctant babysitter who's not related. And if he's not at least a brother to Rin, then he's definitely not her father.

At the end of the day, the creator Rumiko Takahashi has the final word. Which is guess what? Hogosha. 💖 Probably should've just started out with that and saved us all the trouble, huh? Good day/night to you.

Papamaru bids you adieu now. 🤞

[wearevillaneve]

The Eve That Was Died So the Eve That Is Could Live.

Once upon a time, there was a disinterested, spiritless little thinkbucket who was toiling away in a dull little job and stuck in a rut with a kind, but equally dull husband who was called into a Saturday meeting with the head of the Russia desk at MI6.

And suddenly Eve Polastri's life went from simple black and white to vivid color. Everything that was the cold, gray of autumn changed to a warm spring breeze on a sunny day.

Eve wasn't dead in the clinical sense but for all other intents and purposes, she was only walking around in her human suit. Miming the right words and reacting to the same things other people react to and she was utterly simulating real life. Eve was impersonating a normal human being in the same way Villanelle tried impersonating a sincere smile for the cute little girl in the ice cream shop.

Then Villanelle got bored and dumped the ice cream in the cute little girl's lap. Because that's what she does and that's who Villanelle is.

Eve saw a dead man's body and got interested. Then she found out how stylishly and unusually he got taken out and got even more interested. Then she started snooping into it and as she got the rabbit's scent, she started going down the rabbit's hole to follow and catch it.

And when she found what she had set her mind on, she found herself as well.

Just not without losing something of who she was in the finding.

Eve found Villanelle and she found excitement. She found a woman taking lives in flamboyant ways and it excited her. She was always interested in violent women doing violent things (usually to men), and she kind of liked it.

But there's a line between watching crime shows on television or reading about murderous serial killers and silent assassins. With popular entertainment, there is a safe line between being a voyeur who enjoys learning about the whys and hows of the monsters who prey on other human beings and becoming a monster who preys.

Eve crossed that line. She crossed it for good when she took an ax and butchered a man for the sake of her beloved.

Villanelle recognized in Eve a soulmate. A kindred spirit. Someone who was as damaged and didn't fit in the normal world any better than she did. Eve only pretended she did, but of course, she resisted leaving the normal world. So much so she nearly killed Villanelle and in return almost got killed herself. Getting shot in the back hurt, but then there's pain in birth, so pain in rebirth is to be expected---and accepted. Eve accepted the pain. Now she has embraced what she feared and hid away until Villanelle turned the key and set it free. She has seen her monster and loves it.

Eve had to lose herself to find herself. She's not resisting anymore. Oh, she'll hop on Hugo's knob and she'll hop on Yusuf's knob, but even her sexuality is a moon that revolves around Villanelle's sun.

l"I'm not with them...when I'm with them."

Eve heard that.

"I feel things with you."

Eve heard that too.

"I feel...wide awake."

Eve said that and it was the truest thing she has set in three seasons of Killing Eve (and Sandra Oh deserved her criminally overdue damn Emmy for that scene alone, you cowards!)

It took a while, but it soon became clear that the title "Killing Eve" was never meant to be taken literally, but metaphorically. There was a killing of Eve Polastri. Villanelle killed her in Rome. But it didn't stick. And Eve was killing herself long before Villanelle pulled the trigger.

As Toni Morrison said, “Anything dead coming back to life hurts.”

The Eve that Was had to die so the Eve that Is can live. I think she's fully alive and awake and aware and anxious to do wonderfully terrible things. These violent delights have violent ends. That's from Romeo & Juliet, the Bard's most famous love story about two doomed lovers.

Kind of like Eve and Villanelle. This is a love story too. Probably a doomed one with violent ends, but oh how the possibility of those violent delights consumed and compel Eve Polastri.

[julyarchives]

In The Dark

→ Pairing: Yuto x Reader

→ Genre: fluff.

→ Words:  1.8K

→ Contains: friends to lovers; confession; pinning; song lyrics

→ A/N: This is a very soft story and we absolutely loved to write it! Hope you guys like it as well!!! Special thank you to the person who requested it <3

Laying on your bed you checked your phone for the ninth time in five minutes, it was still past 1 a.m. and Yuto still didn't write back. Sighing, you opened a game on your phone and tried to distract yourself. Of course, it only worked for a few seconds before your mind drifted back to your best friend.

You and Yuto were best friends since you met at school and the bond you shared was something else, always together and sharing everything. Everything was perfect until you noticed your stomach turning in nervousness whenever you saw him laugh at something you said when you'd find excuses to touch him and would almost squeak when he took it as an invitation to hug or cuddle on your couch.

When you finally accepted you fell for your best friend, it was scary. Obviously, Yuto could never find out, you were sure it would break a beautiful friendship and it was better to have him around as a friend than not at all. So you tried to move on. You went on dates with a few guys but of course, it never worked out perfectly. They all had a main flaw, they were not Yuto. They couldn't make you smile like him, didn't understand you like him.

As you went on dates to forget Yuto, he also went out on dates, even if they were fewer than yours. But it hurt you to know that he was just following his life, his dates were for real and not just a means to an end like yours. Tonight was his third date with this cute girl from his music course. She was a good match for him, you couldn't deny that.

That's why you couldn't stop checking your phone, as Yuto said he'd text you after he got home to tell you all about it. It'd make you hurt more but he needed your support and you couldn't deny him anything. Sighing for the millionth time, you put your phone down for a few seconds to close your eyes briefly before opening your music app and choosing a very specific song to let out your feelings.

In THE DaRk by Bobby resonated in your bedroom, your speaker doing its job perfectly. You clicked on the repeat button in the app and put down your phone. Closing your eyes, the lyrics brokenly fell from your lips as you whispered it like a prayer, the only way to let your feelings out. Even knowing you had other friends to talk to, speaking about your feelings made it even more real, meaning it'd hurt more, so you chose to keep it a secret from everyone.

The song was halfway through its second repeat when the notification sound chimed into the song. You moved a bit too fast for your liking but oh well. Of course, it was Yuto checking in, saying the date went well but he wasn't home yet. You felt sad knowing he was probably with her still and turned the sound louder getting up to move to the beat.

You focused on the lyrics, blasting out the words you wished you could tell your best friend in the same moment he was with someone else. Your body swayed as you sang all about staying up at night with him in your mind, needing him to know you loved him, wishing there was a portal between your rooms so you could be together this very moment. Your phone made a ding sound once more and you picked it up from the bed, expecting it to be Yuto once again after you told him to tell you when he got home.

🎶Are you thinking of me at this dawn?

I wish therе was a continuous portal from my room to yours🎶

You stared at it for a few seconds, alarmed and confused that he sent you the same lyrics you just sang. The phone showed he was typing and you waited, getting more and more confused.

Nice song, Y/N. But don't you think it's a bit loud for this hour?

Not knowing how to answer, you just sent a few question marks and stared at the phone. How could he know all this if he was out with the girl?

Turn around

You moved a bit too fast and you almost tripped on your feet as you saw Yuto leaning against the doorframe, a cute smile on his lips. You quickly paused the song on your phone and he chuckled at your puzzled face.

"Giving me a spare key wasn't a good choice, was it?", his deep voice sounded almost as loud as the music was a few seconds before.

"What are you doing here?", you were glued to the floor. You weren't ready to hear him speak about this date with that pretty smile and shining eyes.

"I told you the date was fine but I didn't go home… thought you'd figure I'd come see you but suddenly there was a very loud Bobby music in the house", Yuto smiled widely, stepping into the room and closing the door behind him.

"I… I thought you were still with her", your voice faltered. You were too tired, too sad about his date and truly was expecting to cry yourself to sleep when he got home while listening to the same song that was on minutes ago.

"She wasn't my best friend", he said, hands in his pocket, standing in the middle of your room. "I wanted to come to see you".

"Why?", your voice was barely a whisper. You tried to recall if you said anything out loud while in your room, now scared you said something that could compromise your feelings for him.

"Can we…?", Yuto said, pointing at your bed briefly.

You nodded, moving the covers so you could lay down and still make room for him. He moved alongside you, laying down and naturally you both moved until you laid your head on his chest, him turning slightly sideways to hug you fully, his chin resting on top of your head.

"Can you play the song again?", he asked gently. You picked up your phone, staring at your wallpaper for a second. It was a silly picture you took with Yuto and he insisted you chose it as wallpaper. "Mine is just like yours", he said after noticing you staring at the picture, "you can imagine my date wasn't very fond of it", he chuckled.

You made sure to lower the volume of the song before playing it, Bobby's voice now as a background whisper. You felt your heart tightening at the mention of Yuto's date, imagining he'd be changing his wallpaper any time now. His voice suddenly filled the room, singing along the song.

"Shine, you shine on my existence

My night keeps getting longer

At night when everyone is asleep, I think of you

At this dawn, at this dawn

Shine, you shine on my existence

Tears are erased by my emotions

Add, add color to the world"

You joined in, even if you felt like his voice was heaven and yours wasn't a match. Yuto held you tighter when you began singing, thumbs now caressing your shoulders. You stayed that way for most of the song, only moving when he moved his head and hand, gently holding your chin to make you look up to him. He smiled and gently sang while looking into your eyes. On instinct you follow, head almost spinning but too entranced on him to move.

Even if I've confessed a hundred times inside my brain

I'm invisible to you

I could do better than anybody, anything for you

If I want you to feel the same way

That must be greedy, that'd probably be a chance to peek into heaven

'Cause you are angel

Your breath caught in your throat when Yuto moved, placing his forehead against yours. Your heart was beating fast and you were sure you were dreaming, your hands finding his shirt and holding it, almost as an anchor to reality. A lot of questions were clouding your mind but you couldn't speak, scared of breaking whatever this was.

"I ditched her", Yuto whispered, "I knew something was off since the first date but I gave her a chance". You closed your eyes, too scared to look at him. "She had everything I thought I wanted, everyone said so too".

"I know", you said a bit too fast. Maybe if you answered, he'd stop talking about her while being so close to you.

"But she still missed the most important trait I've been looking for without even knowing", his hand moved, touching the side of your face so you could look at him. "She wasn't you".

You opened your eyes in shock, breathing faster without even taking notice. By now you were sure even Yuto could hear your heart beating against your chest. Your mind acted before you could even process, desperate to not let the moment go away.

"You have no idea how much it pained me to see you go on dates that weren't me. How much I listened to this very song wishing I'd tell you how much I fall for you whenever you smile", once you finished speaking, you heaved, almost felt like you ran a marathon.

"Funny. I was about to say the same to you", Yuto chuckled. His forehead was still against yours and his breath tickled your nose. You were staring into his eyes, both of you smiling shyly. "I'm going to kiss you now, ok?", he said. Your smile grew wider, his warning making you shiver in anticipation.

Yuto moved slowly, giving you plenty of time to pull back. You met him halfway, lips connecting gently. You heard him sigh and your stomach flipped, you were as happy as you were nervous. His thumb moved in circles on your face, caressing it. Your lips moved against his after a few seconds, a chaste kiss, so gently but you felt years of pinning pouring into it and hoped he felt it.

When you parted, you couldn't contain a smile, and when you opened your eyes, Yuto had the same face, smiling at you in the sweetest way. He gave you a quick peck and settled on the bed more comfortably and you followed, holding him close. It was late and you could feel how tired you were.

"We'll talk when we wake up, is that alright?", his voice sounded as sleepy as you did.

"Of course. But I have one demand", you said, lazily supporting yourself on his chest to look at his face better. He hummed in answer, fingers playing with your hair. "That song has got to be our song now". Yuto chuckled loudly and you smiled at the sound, still feeling like you were dreaming.

"Of course, princess", he kissed you briefly again before settling back on the bed, "I wouldn't have it any other way". And with that you drifted to sleep, dreaming about a future that was sure to be near with your best friend and love, that now you knew loved you back.

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Prompt 39: Death wants you to be terrified. But the scariest thing is wanting death.

13th Doctor x female curvy reader

Warnings: mentions of suicidal thoughts, alcohol and drug abuse, domestic abuse, fat phobia

I'm sorry for this. Its really depressing and I've been hesitant on letting you guys see it but I kinda like how it's written. I've made the abuser gender neutral as females can also be abusive. I promise the next one will be much happier!

"Come on (y/n), you can make it! Just jump across and reach for my hand. I promise you won't fall." The Doctors voice echoes across the widening canyon. If you looked down, you would only see pitch black. You didn't know how long you'd fall. Maybe this would be the perfect time to just go for it. Its not like you'd matter, you're only slowing the team down as is.

They wouldn't even be in this mess if you didn't slip and hit the world shattering drill, turning it on full blast. Unfortunately, you smashed the button making it unable to turn it off. Of course the only way you'd be able to turn it off is to actually go towards it. Everyone in the room screamed at you and some raised their tentacles to attack you if the Doctor didn't step in front of you. You know the Doctor noticed you flinching and your eyes gloss over and noticed you bracing for the impact.

You learned over the years to just accept your fate. You can't run from anyone when you weighed this much. You couldn't hide either, which often left you to just accept what was coming and hope nothing broke. Bruises were always easy to cover and so were any cuts but broken bones, that was always on display and you'd have to break your number one rule: never lie. You hated lying. The truth always comes out anyway so why hide it? If you hide it, you get punished worse anyway so why bother?

If you jumped and actually went with the team, you'd get questioned about earlier and about hesitating at jumping. But if you fell, would the Doctor miss you? As much as you hated to admit it, you were absolutely in love with the adorable alien. Why did you hate to admit it? Because she was a goddess and you were a waste of skin and bones. You weren't skinny and you didn't fit in with the team at all. You were only here out of pity.

You remember when you first met the team. You were the only person alive when they searched underneath the hotel. Even the spiders didn't want you. You were at the hotel because you heard about killer spiders and you wanted an out. You could never do it or something would come up stopping you from ending all your misery. You were the complete opposite of the Doctor. She was so brave and said whatever she wanted and didn't really care for the consequences.

You focused on the Doctors sparkling eyes. Despite the situation, she still sparkled with hope and encouragement. She wasn't upset with you. You really wished she was. This would be such an easier decision to make. Your head was pounding and your heart was going faster than her two hearts. Did you even want her upset? You couldn't tell, your head was spinning wildly, one thought going to another without a chance to process the last one.

You had come to a clear decision. You ran back and let momentum do its thing as your feet left the muddy gravel. You felt so free as you glided in the air for a few seconds. It was the most beautiful feeling. No punishment, no tears before going to sleep and no terror of going back home. Just you and gravity.

Then with a clearer mind you regretted your choice. You were horrified. You weren't ready. It wasn't time yet. Graham can't lose you. He'd only recently lost his wife. He'd feel the same as you and that thought terrified you. He'd survived cancer and gained himself a new family. He can't be like you. Ryan needed him, wether he was willing to admit that or not.

Suddenly you panicked and last minute reached your hand out hoping you'd grab something. Anything. You felt a soft warm object and latched on for dear life. You were then lifted up and onto soil. You focused on your breathing a moment and waited for your heart to calm down. You looked up and saw what, or rather who, saved you. You shouldn't have been so surprised to see the Doctors worried face above yours. She gave you a questioning look, knowing the question, you nodded your head and she straightened herself and helped you up.

"That was great (n/n)! So brave of you! Let's go gang, we've gotta turn this drill off before it splits the planet in half!" She shouted as she ran forward, seemingly knowing the way. She didn't let go of your hand until you reached the drill about 10 minutes later. You couldn't help the blushthat formed on your cheeks. The Doctor quickly opened a panel on the side of the drill.

The drill was massive, bigger than the Eiffel Tower and that what was on surface level, it went down much deeper that it had reached halfway to the liquid nitrogen that ran in this cold planet where our magma centre would be. The drill itself was purple and spherical. The panel box was the size of a human head which was about the size of the civilisations sucker pads. Inside were 3 buttons and 1 lever. You needed to type the pattern that would gain the access to the drill and force stop. If it goes wrong, it speeds up rendering this planet uninhabitable.

You watched as the Doctor quickly typed the pattern in. Red,blue,red,red,red,blue,black,black,blue. That was the pattern she quickly pressed in and held the lever down for 10 seconds. Soon the drill came to a halt and the planet was peaceful once again. You all let out a sigh of relief as it stopped.

You made your way back to the chief of the race and explained that they should dismantle and never use that drill again unless they plan to empty the panet of everything it has within. He quickly agreed and the fam made their way back to the TARDIS.

As soon as tye TARDIS was parked on the edge of your solar system, you got into your comfy clothes ready to nap or maybe play a few games to slow your adrenaline until you were tired enough for a full nights rest. You played a few rounds of uno and some poker where you used some bits of metal instead of chips. Eventually everyone had left except you and the Doctor.

You made your way to the doors of the ship and settled down just watching the stars in front of you. If the sentient machine hadn't already been aware of your darkest thought, you would have jumped out there and been amongst them. Just floating eventually turning to nothing but bones drifting, maybe to never be found. All the sights you've seen and yet this is where you were the most impressed. This was your home, your galaxy and because of all the light pollution, you had never been fully aware of how many neighbours you had because you had been literally blind. This was only stuff captured and faked and now, it's forever in your mind.

You heard movement and a shuffle next you. You knew who it was because she was the only other person awake and you knew she was going to ask and not let it drop until you tell her truth. And you were going to give her it but that doesn't mean you were ready to do so but you had to, someone had to know. Maybe you wanted help or maybe just someone to listen and know everything making you mentally naked in front of them.

The Doctor waited a few moments. She was figuring out how to word it without sounding horrible. "Is everything alright at home?" She asked her voice laced with genuine concern. "Sorry if this sounds a bit abrupt but let me explain. You've been really weird lately. You hardly speak and when you its with as few words as possible, you keep going elsewhere mentally and Rassilion forbid anyone getting angry with you! I also noticed how you hesitated today when jumping and I saw your worry and panic when you jumped. I think I know but I can't help you if you don't at least tell me what is going on! And don't change the subject or anything, just answer me please. I lo-. I can't lose you too." Her voice raised a little as she panicked just speaking about it. Halfway through she grabbed both of your hands and continued her speech.

You looked deep into her eyes for any sign of a lie but there wasn't one. Just like at the canyon, her eyes showed nothing but love. Maybe you should tell her, just her. No Yaz, no Graham and no Ryan. Just you, The Doctor and the TARDIS. You looked away for a moment as you collected your thoughts. However, as you opened your mouth and tried to speak, you found no voice. You couldn't tell her about them. Lord knows what she's capable of. But you've been looking for an out for so damn long. Maybe this is it. She's your out, no death involved.

You walked towards a panel in the console and pushed your hands inside and focused. You focused on the worst time it happened. You concentrated on the fear and everything attached. You couldn't tell her, but you could show her. The TARDIS disappeared into the vortex but didn't seem so sure on landing. She was picking it all up, she felt everything you did and she did not like going. "Please baby girl, I need her to know. I need help but I can't tell her. She's my only out that doesn't involve death and that terrifies me! Please. I understand your hesitation but she needs to see." You spoke mentally to the sentient blue box. She made a sad sound as she gently landed in the moment.

The Doctor looked at you bewildered. Her eyes were wide and her mouth agape. You walked up to her and grabbed her hand reassuringly. You led her to the doors that separated her from your darkest secret. You took a deep breath and slowly opened the door.

You appeared to be in the basement of your house. You walked up the stairs and took her to a storage room where she could see it happen. You sat in silence for a few minutes only the sounds of breathing and your heartbeat could be heard.

You knew this day off by heart, it plagued your nightmares often. It all started to sweet and went sour so quickly. At this time you were currently on your way back from doing your weekly shop to Tescos making sure you didn't forget their vodka and gin on your way to pay. Thankfully, the shop was only 10 minuets away and you doubted that the TARDIS would make you wait longer than nessacary. Just as the Doctor opened her mouth to speak the door opened and in walked an 18 year old you.

You set the bags down and started sorting the items into their new places. The canned foods go in the cupboard and the meat goes into the fridge. There were loads of food and stuff to go through and place properly. After you placed the last can of baked beans into the cupboard, the door swung open, nearly breaking the door.

They came home from their dealers place early. They stunk of weed and alcohol and had a little white powder around their nose. They looked like they had a good time until they had to come home. It was their dealers birthday so he was having a brothel themed party meaning there were strippers, pole dancers and prostitutes as well. The dealer was a rich guy who practically ran this city. The cops couldn't do anything as he could always bail himself out of jail.

They looked you in your comfy clothes and scoffed. They looked angry. "Why aren't you in your normal clothes babes? I thought I told you to throw away all of that shit. Come on now. Don't tell me I wasted all my well earned money on those clothes I specifically chose for you?"

You shuddered, both in the past and now except now they only made bile rise into your throat. You were so young and vulnerable. Now you know better.

The past you quickly scampered off to get changed. After only 5 minutes you reappeared in what was sexy school girl. The blue miniskirt covered less than most underwear so you were forced to wear a thong. The shirt was a bralet that barely covered your nipples. Your hair was in pigtails and you wore thigh highs. The sight made you silently sick in your mouth. You looked pathetic and weak.

You looked at them expectingly. You were waiting for your next order from them. They seemed to drool at the sight of you. "That's better babes. Why didn't you go shopping like that? Show the world your fat ugly figure? I want you to walk out there and see that no one else wants you but here I am, loving you. I am the only one who will ever like you in the way we have now. Your lucky I've had some fun tonight. All I want is my vodka and a new blunt darling"

You quickly went and grabbed their stuff and walked towards them as they settled in front of the TV. They turned the TV on and put Love Island on. How you hated that show. It made you feel bad for being the size you are. The women on there were beautiful but you also knew that, that kind of beauty costs money. So while your partner had fun watching the show for the romance, you watched it to spot what part of them was bought and what was real. Almost all the women had fake teeth and breasts. You hated how your partner would make snide comments on how they looked compared to you.

"You should be looking like Becky ya know. Beautiful teeth, big perky tits and a fucking great ass. What do you have? Flabs!" And there was the first comment of the day. The first of 30, you counted.

"Yeah well you are fucking broke so I can't look like fucking fake ass Becky or the others!" You thought. Then the Doctor gave you a look of shock and pity and then you realised you said that aloud. Not loud enough for them to hear you but enough for the Doctor.

"Make yourself fucking useful and make me some dinner. I fancy a steak and chips." They ordered as you got up and waddled over to the kitchen. A few minutes in you realised you put too much oil in the pan for the steak but the steak was already in and cooking quick. So quick that it started to smoke just a little bit. You tried blowing it away from them before they realised that you fucked up their dinner but ut was too late. They were already on their feet a marching towards you.

"I'm so sorry. I accidentally poured too much oil in. I'm so sorry. I have a spare steak, you can have my meal for tonight, I could do with skipping a meal anyways, helps me lose weight!" Past you was panicked and present you wasn't much better. Even though you were safe from them, they still made you uneasy. If you were to ever see them again, you'd freeze. They made your blood run cold. Even their voice sent unpleasant shivers down your spine.

"You better make me another steak but I still have to punish you. You fucked up, a lesson needs to be learnt." They said scarily politely. They grabbed your left arm and marched you towards the sink. They also grabbed the burning pan and pinned you so you had no escape as they poured the boiling oil onto your skin. You knew not to scream do you bit into your other arm knowing a bite out of it is better than causing more punishments for screaming.

When they were done left to watch the TV and you knew what that meant. You had to cook the spare steak and make there meal before you can get proper treatment at the hospital. Through your tears of agony, you quickly ran your burnt and bleeding arm under the cold water of the sink. You bit deeper into your other arm and tasting blood, but thay didn't stop you until the left one had cooled down. Then you got an old shirt, ripped 2 pieces of fabric off and wrapped them around both arm Injuries. You then continued their meal.

Once they had the meal they kicked you and punched you in the stomach because the chips were slightly cold and then they drove you to the hospital as they promised. When you had left you didn't realise you had been crying until a drop fell on your arm. You walked out of the storage room and sat on the sofa, turning the TV off.

The Doctor looked shocked for a moment before walking over and kneeling in front of you. The Doctor went silent for a moment. Before she could speak, you decided to speak first.

"I couldn't tell you because I couldn't think if a nice way of telling you. I didn't want to appear weak to you." You cried as your voice cracked in the middle due to the tears and the strain. The Doctor looked at you in pity and disappointment.

"This does not make you weak. Being abused does not make you weak. Because being abused is like being tortured by someone who supposed to love you and cherish you. They are meant to protect you from danger not be the danger. I would never hurt you. I know that I put you in risky situations but believe me, I would never intentionally put you in danger. You mean too much to me" The Doctor softly spoke with tears making a little river down her soft cheeks and onto your black carpet below.

"Before I met them, I was like you or Yaz. I was so happy at everything. Very little could bring me down. But I met them and started dating them and suddenly, my world of sunshine faded to grey. There was no light. I wanted to die Doctor. When you found me at that spider hotel, I wanted to be free from them as I couldn't do it. I can't because they'd kill me. I don't want to be alive whilst I'm with them. I have so many scars from either them or me trying to end my own life and that the scariest thing. Death wants us to be terrified but wanting to die is so much more terrifying Doctor, I know that." You cried as you emptied all you could to her. The Doctor was silent for a moment, taking in everything you said. Waves of emotion flashed through her, anger, sadness, pity and something you couldn't quite place.

"You said wanted. That's past tense. You said wanted to die. What changed? What made you want to live?"

"You did. You saved me from the spiders. You gave me a temporary out of the relationship for a while. You made me smile for the first time in 3 years! You made me laugh. The world of grey is now full of sunshine and rainbows Doctor. You also saved me today. When I jumped across that canyon, I jumped to end my life. I made a mistake that nearly ended a planet! If I wasn't so fat and clumsy maybe i-"

"Don't you dare say that! You are not fat (n/n). Yes you have more plush to your body but you are not fat. I hate that word. Its such a nasty word. You are gorgeous, amazing and so brilliant. You can't see what I see and I really wished you could for just one moment. You are worthy of being loved and cared for. You are precious, rare, one of a kind. I've never met anyone like you. There's always some skinny, fake bodied and caked up women but there's no one with as much natural beauty as you! Let's get back to the TARDIS and we'll talk more when looking at the stars because I can see that being here isn't doing you any favours" The Doctor spoke with such passion that you started to believe that her words held more than those of a supporting friend would.

Once the TARDIS was parked in the Milky Way you settled by the door once again and found yourself accompanied by the sweet alien. You both sat there for a moment just content with wrapping your heads around what's just happened. You looked over to the blonde and noticed how the stars made her glow in such an ethereal way that you felt almost compelled to worship her. Maybe you should after everything she's done for you. Her eyes sparkled with si many emotions from the past senario.

"Are you still with them?"

"Why do you think I never left this place? I mean even if could, I wouldn't want to but it's mainly because if I go back home, I'll come back with more injuries. I feel safer with you. You are my sunshine and rainbows and they are my storm clouds. Whilst I'm here, I'm alive and mostly unbroken. Whilst I'm there, I'm as alive as a puppet and severely broken. I can't leave, not on my own anyway."

The Doctor looked at you in thought. "The starlight compliments you. You look so pretty and almost angelic. I just wish they never hurt my angel. My innocent angel had broken wings and I'm going to fix what the Devil broke, I promise. Just hold on, I'm going to take us somewhere."

You held the nearest crystal as the TARDIS transported you somewhere but it seemed like the sentient machine was determined to take you there as quick as she could. As you opened the doors you noticed a familiar smell of weed mixed with alcohol. You heard the familiar tune of Love Island and knew exactly where you were. You were home. The Doctor saw your hesitation and whispered softly, "I want you to pack everything you want. I've written a note for them to find. I'm going to put it on the bed. If they notice you scream for me and I'll be there. They will not hurt you much, hopefully not at all. I just need to do something in the TARDIS before I help you." She turned and left into the TARDIS and disappeared down a corridor.

The atmosphere sent chills down your spine and you were frozen. The TARDIS seemed to notice and words of encouragement were sent into your head which helped you move towards your bedroom. You quickly buy quietly opend your suitcase and started to fill it with clothing and hygiene products. As you entered the bathroom a bottle of their shampoo fell into the tub giving you away. You knew you only had so long before they came in and hurt you so you closed the door and barricaded it with whatever you could.

As you pushed the last cabinet to the pile they roared through the wooden door. "Let me in you fat dumb bitch. You've been gone for 3 weeks and you've got some balls coming back! You're lucky I haven't burned all your shit! Where have you been?"

Your heart ran at an extremely fast pace nd you knew only one person could help you now. And so you screamed her name so loud it hurt your throat bit that didn't stop you. You screamed until you heard talking. You couldn't understand what was said but suddenly a thud was heard and then silence.

"Hey Starlight! It's only me. I've taken care of them. They're not dead but in a venishion aikido. They can't move, they're paralysed. You can come out and finish packing"

You moved everything out of the door and opened it to a view you expected. The Doctor with 2 fingers to their pulse point on their neck. The Doctor smiled at when they saw you. You finished packing and zipped the bag up. Then Yaz walked in with her police uniform on and arrested them for domestic violence and many other things. Now you understood why The Doctor left, it was to get Yaz as a back up option to completely take them out of your life.

The Doctor helped open doors for you as you got your room and you set the suitcase to one side to empty another day. You both sat down on your bed. The sound was filled with nothing but 2 lifeforms breathing and the TARDIS faint buzzing. You two stayed like this, staring into each other, trying to read the others emotions. But we all know what The Doctor is like, she can't stay silent for long.

"I had to save you because as long as you were with them, you weren't ever going to be truly happy. I didn't want my big bright star to turn into a black hole, I wanted her to be a supernova. My Starlight deserves to be happy."

"You keep saying my Doctor. And you asked if I was still with them and then when I basically said yes, you quickly, as in a rush, sent us home so I could leave them. You keep saying all these things about me. You held my hand from the canyon to the drill. You are always the first to check on me and you always make sure I'm OK first even if I'm the farthest person from you! Doctor, be honest, I don't want any more bullshit. Doctor why?" You spoke softly but with determination. The Doctor blushed and shifted her gaze to the stars and quietly gulped. She knew this day would come. The day her secret was revealed. And she dreaded her answer and she dreaded your reaction. And whilst she figured out what to say, you already knew the answer.

You gently grabbed her chin and made her look at you. Once her gaze caught yours, you smiled and placed your lips to her soft ones. Quickly she caught up and kissed you back with all the love and passion she could muster. She wanted to relay that she did love you and that she would do exactly as she said earlier, she would cherish you.

As for you, you smiled. You finally had an out that didn't end in death but instead ended with the same love that you yearned for, for years.