disabled-sysboxes · 6 months ago
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RAMCOA SYSTEM LABELS –
RAMCOA System: A term for systems who have been through RAMCOA.
HC-DID: A term coined for systems who have been through RAMCOA and have an incredibly complex system structure. It stands for “highly complex DID”. 
RC-DID: A term coined for systems who have been through RAMCOA. It stands for “RAMCOA caused DID” or “RAMCOA complex DID”.
RAC-DID: A term for systems who have been through RA. It stands for “Ritual Abuse caused DID”.
OAC-DID: A  term for systems who have been through OA. It stands for “Organised Abuse caused DID”.
EOAC-DID: A  term for systems who have been through EOA. It stands for “Extreme and Organised Abuse caused DID”.
MCC-DID: An umbrella term for system’s who have been through TBMC and / or its sub-types. MCC-DID encompasses TBMCC-DID and HBMCC-DID. It stands for “Mind Control caused DID”
TBMCC-DID: A term for systems who have been through TBMC. It stands for “Torture Based Mind Control caused DID”.
HBMCC-DID: A term for systems who have been through HBMC. It stands for “Hypnosis Based Mind Control caused DID”.
RA System: A term for systems who have been through ritual abuse. Can also be another way of saying “Ritual Abuse caused DID”.
MC System: An umbrella term for systems who have been through TBMC and / or its sub-types. Can also be another way of saying “Mind Control caused DID”.
TBMC System: A term for systems who have been through TBMC. Can also be another way of saying “Torture Based Mind Control caused DID”.
HBMC System: A term for systems who have been through HBMC. Can also be another way of saying “Hypnosis Based Mind Control caused DID”. SBMCC-DID: A term for systems who have been through SBMC. It stands for “Substance Based Mind Control caused DID”. DBMCC-DID: A term for systems who have been through DBMC. It stands for “Drug Based Mind Control caused DID”.
OA System: A term for systems who have been through organised abuse. Can also be another way of saying “Organised Abuse caused DID”.
EOA System: A term for systems who have been through extreme and organised abuse. Can also be another way of saying “Extreme and Organised Abuse caused DID”
Programmed System: A term for systems who have been programmed into being a system.
(A) System With Programming: A term for systems who, at first, weren’t programmed into being a system, but were programmed later in life.
Terms taken from our RAMCOA terms masterlist document.
Decided to make a post that lists all of the definitions / meanings of the terms and will link it in our pinned post.
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weird-obsessed-girl · 8 months ago
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Harry dealing with abuse trauma/people finding out about Dursley’s treatment
Ok so I didn’t know exactly how to word this particular genre of Harry Potter fanfiction, but I have been reading some fanfics where either the teachers, Sirius or the golden trio find out that Harry has been abused by the Dursley’s and how Harry deals or heals from that trauma. #cupboardreveal
so therefore below is a list of fanfics that deal with this topic, this is pretty obvious but TW for child abuse, some of these I haven’t read yet so i don’t think any of them feature active abuse, more so past abuse.
All of these will be angst but many with a hopeful/happy ending. Organised by word count. If you would like some fic recs that don’t focus on Harrys abuse here’s the link to my master list Harry Potter Fic Rec (mostly Drarry)
How Each Weasley Found Out About The Dursleys - burnthebodiesandbedonewithit
What it says on the tin, Harry/Ginny (very light tho), protective Weasleys | G | 1k
Food For Thought - LoveHP
Snape notices some things throughout the years, have not read yet so IDK | T | 1.2k
Bottle It Up - mallfacee
Disabled Harry, Severitus, hurt/comfort, hiding medical issues, apart of a series | T | 2.1k
Aftermath - CreateImagineWrite
Post-final battle, Harry is dealing with trauma, Ron helps him and finds out, Trigger Warning for food issues and trauma responses | G | 3.1k
Disguised as something else - aloneintherain
Everybody lives, au war ends early, Wolfstar custody of Harry, hurt/comfort, THIS IS SO GOOD #cupboard reveal | T | 3.1k
Muggle Management - LadyWinterlight, NerdyKat
Hermione recognises the signs of abuse, part of a series, Hermione finessing the muggle system | G | 3.4K
Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell - IamShadow21
Not focused on past abuse but is mentioned, Ron and Harry friendship through the years | T | 3.7K
The Cupboard - GreenEyesGreySkies
Drarry, panic attack, harmless prank that turns out to not be so | T | 4K
Bruised Hearts and Painted Skin - mikimouze16
Lupin, McGonagall and Snape find out, therapy, depression | G | 4.4K
Cascade - taradiane
Drarry, post-Hogwarts, Harry has nightmares, discussion about the Dursleys | PG | 4.7k
Claustrophobic- Annie1025
Summer at Spinner’s End, sevitus, 5th year, hurt/comfort, panic attacks | T | 4.8k
Where the Sunbeams Start - zedpm
Sirius/Severus, Soulmate au which leads to Severus getting Sirius freed, then they adopt Harry! T | 7.1k
Locked Cupboards - Lomonaaeren
Redemption, Draco is assigned to guard Dudley, Dudley talks about their childhood | T | 7.2k
Darker Than You Think - Lomonaaeren
Drarry, Draco is very much a psycho, bent on revenge, dubious consent | M (definitely should be E) | 7.8k
Fac Mihi Viam - MistressKat
Canon divergence, Harry stays at Grimmauld Plac, abuse not necessarily discussed but implied, Wolfstar | T | 7.9k
The Uncle - copprbadge
Wolfstar, gangsters au, Remus saves Harry from Dursley’s | T | 7.9k
Tugging Sleeves - Windschild178
Harry isn’t responding to Rons letters, POV Ron, Ron to the rescue | G | 8.1k
Harry Potter And The Summer At Grimmauld Place - Silver_Queen_DoS
What it says on the tin, Sirius is free, home renovation, book 3 | G | 8.6k
Listen - Marchling
Need to sign into Ao3, Sirius spies on Dursleys, hurt/comfort, misunderstandings, reconciliation | T | 10.9k
Finite Incantatem - skullcandy11
Rogue spell hits Harry and reveals some truths, manipulative Dumbledore, Harry joins the dark side | T | 12.3k currently, ongoing
Scars - pheonixgirl26
Some Gryffindor’s see some of Harry’s scar, and decide to help | M | 12.5k
Timeshare - astolat
Honestly i have not read this yet but it looks promising, Harry is spending summer at the Dursleys and then the Malfoy’s | M | 14.1k
Seven Plus One - ABlackRaven
Sirius adopts Harry, 7 times Sirius is called uncle and 1 time he’s called dad, Peter caught, hurt/comfort | T | 15.4K
What’s Left Unsaid - angel74
Post-Order of the Phoenix, Hermione and Ron look into Harry’s life at the Dursley’s, angst, hurt/comfort | T | 16.1k
A Hero - Celebony
Dudley begins to see his family in a different light | T | 18.1k
The Lioness - Aya_Diefair
Molly becomes suspicious of Harry’s relatives, she visits them, BAMF Molly, Sirius is freed | G | 18.3k
That’s Your Punishment? - slytherclaw7
Molly actually asks Harry questions, this is definitely a fix-it fic, Sirius is freed, Peter is caught, Dumbledore bashing, Tonks family taking Harry in | IDK how fanfiction.net ratings work | 19k
Pinky Promise - etymolodrarry, huffinglepuff
Remus is observant, angst with happy ending, Dumbledore bashing, implied self harm, Wolfstar | T | 19.5k
Listen Now - mrsfizzle
Harry confides in Remus, hurt/comfort, Wolfstar adopts Harry, moving into Grimmauld | G | 21.2k
Conquering the Dark - noeon (noe)
Healer!Harry and neuromagic!Draco, both work together, unearths trauma | E | 23.7k
The Chamber of Secrets and Half the Adults are Idiots - Des98
Apart of a series, Drarry, Harry recognises Lucius’ treatment of Draco, fix-it, inter-house friendships | M | 42.8k
The Article - LeeASherlook
outed by the Daily Prophet (not in the gay sense), 6th year, Drarry friendship | T | 43k ongoing
Burnt - lastcrazyhorn
Disabled Harry, Slytherin!Harry, have not read so refer to tags | T | 104.9k
Memories and Dreams - paganaidd
Series, one part Dudley’s POV | T | 140.3k
Malfoy Family Values - belana, Merry1978
This only really mentions Harry’s mistreatment but i thought it is an interesting fic to possibly explore, Malfoys adopt little Harry | G | 141.7k
Stronger At the Broken Places - enigmaticblue
More so focus’ on Sirius’ trauma, but it’s a whole Wolfstar family affair | T | 174.9k
Digging for the Bones - paganaidd
Hogwarts starts screening students for abuse, Snape conducts Harry’s screening, Snape is Harry’s bio dad, Severitus | M | 212.2k
The secret language of plants - Endrina
Severus/Remus, Sev rescues toddler Harry, this is a series of Severus/Remus being Harry’s parents, pre-Hogwarts to post, future Drarry | rating varies | 373k
Innocent - MarauderLover7
Ok so this does not focus on Harry’s abuse but Sirius gets freed and raises Harry when he’s 8 | M | 487.5k
A Year Like None Other - aspeninthesunlight
Disability, slightly Severitus, 6th year, canon divergence, Snape forces Harry to read letter from Dursleys | T | 789.5k
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aziraphales-library · 11 days ago
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Hello amazing librarians!
I remember vaguely reading a few different fics that included this subject but cannot for the life of me find them again. I figured I'd take a shot in the dark and reach out.
Specifically, they were alpha/beta/omega based, where there were established shelters that helped abused omegas while trying to change the system of oppression to how Omegas were treated. Alphas were the one's running the shelters (either Aziraphale or Crowley) and it was how they found one another, tentatively learning to trust again after traumatizing experiences.
Thank you so much for all that you do! It's absolutely incredible, and you deserve every kind of edible arrangement.
Hi! I can't find any exactly like that, but here are a couple where they meet through a/b/o organisational systems and one where shelters are mentioned but they do not meet at one. Mind the tags, folks!...
Therapy Alpha by Anonymous (E)
Crowley is a Therapy Alpha as well as a professional breeding stud. His duties include breeding in-heat omegas on their 1st, or ‘presentation’ heat, to keep them healthy. He also offers ongoing training to help them adapt to their new situation, before passing them on to be claimed by another Alpha permanently. He is only meant to breed them, but not claim them with a bite, until he meets someone who he simply can’t resist: a blond haired bookshop owner named Aziraphale Fell. Aziraphale transformed into an omega late in life due to an unknown medical complication, and it just so happened that the on-call attending Alpha at the hospital that day, was a rather handsome red-head named Crowley. This fic contains elements of dubcon, but no noncon. All parties want intimacy, but it is driven by hormonal drives. Yes there is a “fuck or die” trope in action here. TW for breeding, pregnancy, insemination, knotting, claiming bites, heats, ruts, and all those juicy things you come to expect from an A/B/O fic.
Untouchable by VeryWrongEverything (E)
Crowley ran from an unhappy relationship with an Alpha and ended up in another Alpha's house on the same day.
Duty and Desire by Purple_Rose_Writes (M)
A Regency-Era GO Omegaverse Human AU Aziraphale Heavens has resisted taking a mate, but when the family hits hard times, he has no choice. His fears about being mated to an alpha he's never met are only heightened when Alpha Anthony Crowley is rather non-traditional. Is he doomed to a life of abuse and mistreatment? Or is there more to Crowley than meets the eye?
- Mod D
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hailthegodsong · 2 months ago
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OUR LOVE IS BORN
Josh Kiszka/ Layla (OC)
When Layla is forced to leave behind her home in Australia, a new chapter in her life opens in the small town of Frankenmuth.
Navigating relationships and overwhelming emotions, Layla finds herself involved in the complicated inner workings of the Kiszka brothers and their own romantic interests.
TW mentions/ depictions of: Violence, DUI, car accident, marijuana, alcohol/ drug use, drugging (roofie), emotional/ verbal abuse, physical abuse, nightmares, triggering comments about body and eating habits, issues with body image/ body dysmorphia, disordered eating/ restriction, depressive themes, anxiety/ panic attacks, PTSD, (+ fluff, angst and all that other stuff). This story does include domestic violence and themes of sexual assault in further chapters so please please please be careful. If I missed any trigger warnings please let me know ASAP. I may also add trigger warnings as I go along as I often forget things
Masterlist
Chapter 1 ~ Better Twin
Chapter 2 ~ Awestruck
Chapter 3 ~ Cream
Chapter 4 ~ Sick
Chapter 5 ~ Snow
Chapter 6 ~ Bad Day
Chapter 7 ~ Fire
Chapter 8 ~ The Aftermath
Chapter 9 ~ New Man
Chapter 10 ~ Secrets
Chapter 11 ~ Barbeque
Chapter 12 ~ tbc
To be added to the Tag List, like, comment or interact in any way with the linked post!
Disclaimer!! This is my first ever fanfic! My up to date chapters are on my wattpad account —>
@ whowillbringtherain
As for upcoming chapters, my schedule is usually all over the place so my posting won’t be very organised sorry
Hope you enjoy!
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moonlightndaydreams · 1 year ago
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Forbidden (A SKZ Family Secret) Part 7 of 8
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Read Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 2.5 // Part 3 // Part 4 // Part 5 // Part 6 // Part 7 // Part 8
Fem reader // Han Jisung // female Aunty Lina (Lino) // Hyuna (Hyunjin) // Suengmin
You are the nanny/housekeeper for Han and Hyuna (Hyunjin), helping take care of their two sons and keeping daily life in order. But what happens when Han and his Sister-in-law Lina take an extra liking to you, and you are caught up in a secret that you never could have imagined?
Chapter Summary: You get to fulfill a kinky fantasy with a collar and leash.
Writer's Note: This is just a self-indulgent smut chapter.
TW: It includes a collar and leash on a 37 week pregnant woman, rough oral sex, a threesome, a vibrating dildo, breeding kink and slave themes (but not degrading to characters, and not really hardcore at all). Oral sex (pregnant female receiving), male receiving. Cum eating, smearing. Pet names (Master, Slave), orgasms galore. Unprotected vaginal sex.
Word Count: 3.6k approx. (part 7) there will be more parts to come.
A few things to note before you jump in (as this might not be your cup of tea): * Hyunjin (aka Hyuna) and Lino (aka Lina) are female characters in this story (and one of them will be involved in sex). * There is cheating on partners. * There is manipulation and abuse of authority. * Female reader is an adult (in case you were worried)
Warnings: NSFW // Female Lee Minho // Female Hyunjin // cheating on partners // emotional turmoil // unprotected sex // pet names (Daddy) // sub dom undertones // pregnancy // mentions of adoption // cum obsession // breeding kink // oral sex// a collar and leash on a 37 week pregnant woman, rough oral sex, a threesome, a vibrating dildo, breeding kink and slave themes (but not degrading to characters, and not really hardcore at all). Oral sex (pregnant female receiving), male receiving. Cum eating, smearing. Pet names (Master, Slave), orgasms galore. Unprotected vaginal sex.
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Over the following few weeks you kept your eye on Binnie. He seemed withdrawn and troubled and you didn’t know what to do, so you told Han that you’d been noticing that he hasn’t been himself lately. Han thought perhaps he might be having problems at school, or with friends, and you made him promise to spend some quality time with him. In the back of your selfish mind you hoped that Binnie wouldn’t pull that sketchbook out for Han, and when nothing earth shattering came of it, you were secretly relieved. Fuck you’re selfish. Binnie is dying on the inside and all you care about is protecting yourself. But it wasn’t just yourself you wanted to protect, you were trying to protect a whole family, and you realised that was probably the exact reason why Binnie had said nothing either. He was trying to protect them too.
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At thirty seven weeks you thought you had a sex problem. Your dreams were filled with vivid and very erotic experiences, and you had a serious urge to masturbate multiple times a day. You’re doctor said that a woman’s libido could increase in the late stages of pregnancy from all the extra blood flow to that area. But with your sex drive already through the roof at the best of times, you really were struggling to keep your thoughts pure.
One day you had this strong urge for something rather fun and kinky. You just knew Han and Lina would be up for it, and when you told them their eyes lit up with excitement and lust. It needed organising. Hyuna and the kids needed to be out of the house for a few hours. A work day suited best because Hyuna was at work, Binnie was at school, and you’d organised for Seungmin to take Chan out for the day.
You’d have the house to yourself for at least five hours.
“Are you sure this is okay so late in the pregnancy?” Han asked.
“Baby, It’s not like I will be doing anything strenuous.” You stood in Han’s office fully naked. Lina had gathered some blankets and a mountain of pillows, and set them up on the floor next to Han’s desk like some sort of nest. Han reached for a black box that was sitting on the corner of his desk and pulled out a diamond encrusted collar and black leash. Your eyes widened with arousal.
“Kneel down for me.” He said in a hoarse voice.
“Yes, Master.” That was what you would be calling him today. You knelt down on a soft cushion and Han secured the collar around your neck. His touch made the hairs on your body stand on end. Then Lina attached the extra long leash to to collar.
“Good girl, kitten. Let’s secure you now so you can’t escape.” She tied one end of the leash to the leg of the desk, giving you enough room to lay or sit comfortably on the blankets on the floor.
“I’ll go prepare some food and drinks.” Lina said. “If you behave yourself and let Han do his work, I’ll give you a little treat. Or maybe one of your favourite toys.”
You had requested to be chained up, unable to escape, like you were some sort of prisoner who's only purpose was for breeding. Maybe Han’s words about wanting to make you continuously pregnant ignited some sort of breeding kink in you? You hadn’t considered the limitations of your bladder though, and Lina did have to take you to the bathroom every hour. But that didn’t deter you from getting into full character.
You laid there on the blanket sprawled out watching Han as he attempted to actually do a day’s work. You could tell he was struggling from the start. He’d be watching his monitor to only have his glassy eyes drift over to where you were tied up with your breasts, curves, and bare pussy on display. You cocked an eyebrow and he bit his lip.
Lina wasn’t even back from the kitchen before you decided you were going to be a tease. You got up on your hands and knees and crawled over to Han. “Master?” You whimpered.
Han turned to look at you with a stern expression, but he didn’t say anything. The longer you held his gaze, the harder it seemed for him not to falter. His lips parted slightly. You almost had him.
“Go sit back down like you’ve been told.” He said coldly and turned back to his screen. Damn it. He was being strong.
“KITTEN!” Lina’s shrill voice made you jump. You turned to her and pouted, giving her your best doe eyes, hoping you’d avoid punishment.
“You mustn’t disturb your Master.” She strode into the room and placed a platter of strawberries and cupcakes (because you seemed to love cake since getting pregnant), and a big jug of water with slices of lemons in floating in it, on the floor.
She knelt down and took a good look at you with a loud sigh. “You’re going to be a brat. I can tell.”
You sat back against the pillows sulking. Lina’s face softened. “Here.” She shuffled over to you and fed you a juicy strawberry. You bit into it as seductive as you could. Then she kissed you softly on the lips, eliciting a moan from you. Lina had such soft lips, you didn’t think you could ever get sick of the feel and taste of them. She leaned back momentarily before returning to kiss you again. This time a little deeper. Her hand came to rest on the collar around your neck. “This is fun, restraining you like this.” Her mouth hung open as she traced the edge of the collar with her fingertips. Her hand moved from the collar down the centre of your chest and before drifting across to hold a breast. “So curvy. So perfect.” She ducked her head to take a nipple in her mouth, sucking on it loudly. You threw you head back, relishing in the sensation of your nipple being pulled and tugged between Lina’s teeth.
“Fuck!” You heard Han mutter under his breath. Lina looked up at you through her lashes and and smirked, then closed her eyes while she savoured your body for a few moments longer. She removed her mouth with a loud Pop! “I’ve brought a toy for you kitten. Your favourite.” She said excitedly turning to open a little bag she’d brought in earlier. It was your pink vibrating dildo and a bottle of lube. You automatically spread your legs apart in anticipation. “Look at her Han. Look at your little slave. So fucking needy.” She said. “Look how soaking she is already.” Lina spread your lips apart to show your Master just how fucking needy and desperate you were.
Han looked directly at your cunt, not making eye contact with your eyes at all. But you could see he his eyes were full of desire. He was desperate too. “Hmm. So what if she’s a horny little slut. I haven’t got a reason to fuck her while she’s already pregnant.” He said with disinterest, and he turned back. You were so proud of him for playing along to your fantasy.
“But don’t you just wanna fuck me for fun, Master? My pussy still feels so good. So wet. So tight. Please…” you whimpered. “Need Master’s cock.” You whispered.
“Shh I have to take a call.” He raised his hand to silence you and proceeded to actually go on a video call.
As Lina squeezed a generous amount of lube onto the vibrator, you were already writhing on the blankets in anticipation. She ran the tip up and down through your lips causing you to gasp in delight. “You need to stay dead silent.” she warned in your ear. You nodded. You’d do anything you were told just to feel filled up. You bit your lip to hold back any sounds of pleasure as she pushed the vibrator into your pussy. It was your favourite toy because it was a little thicker than your others and curved in such a way it reached all the best spots. It fit you almost perfectly. The only thing that fit you absolutely perfectly was Han.
Lina pressed the button to the lowest vibration and began to slowly fuck you. You planted a hands on the floor on either side of your body to ground yourself, as she turned up the intensity of the vibration. She took the fingers of her free hand to your rub your clit, causing you almost cry out loud. You had to squeeze your eyes tight and breath through the pleasure. Having to stay silent was making your body sweat and your cunt feel like it was in absolute agony.
You heard the sound of something being knocked over and spilling and your eyes flung open. It was just Han knocking over a jar of pens and pencils. He quickly picked them up and tried to keep his composure, but he made the mistake of looking directly into your eyes just as you climaxed. You let out a silent scream as your vagina fluttered around the vibrator. He watched you as you rode out your orgasm with a regretful and pained expression. You knew he wanted to be buried deep inside you when you came.
Lina slowly removed the vibrator and you collapsed to catch your breath. She offered a glass of water to your lips and your took it gratefully.
When Han finished his call he spun around in his chair to face you. “Lina, bring her over here.” He barked. Lina took hold of the leash and guided you to kneel at Han’s feet. “You stay here too.” He glanced at Lina. Then he leaned forward and roughly grabbed your jaw and forcing you to look up at him. “So you think you’re useful for something other than breeding, hmm?” he let go of you and sat back in his chair. “I’m going to fuck your face.” He said matter of fact. “But first Lina’s going to show you how it’s done.” All of a sudden he grabbed the hair on the back of Lina’s head. “Get my cock out, little slave.” He ordered you.
You wasted no time in releasing his cock. It had been straining his pants for some time and it was already oozing at the tip. Han’s penis never failed to make your mouth water.
He swiveled his chair so Lina was directly in front of him, and he forced her mouth down over his cock with a relieving moan. “No hands.” He grunted and started to fuck her face in earnest. The visual made you ache, the sounds of Lina struggling made you wet. The aggression and dominance in Han’s face made you clench.
“That’s it. Show our little slave how to take cock. Mmm… That’s it.” He pushed her head down in time with his hips thrusting up. Her eyes were watering as she struggled. Then he pulled her off and looked at you. “Your turn. Let’s see how useful you are, hmm.” He proceeded to grab the back of your head now and pushed you down onto his cock with another loud moan. He was so hard and so thick you knew he wasn’t going to last long at all. He didn’t fuck your face quite as hard as Lina’s, being considerate of your struggle to hold your breath now the baby took up so much space.
“Okay quick, mouths open. Both of you.” He panted and stood up in front of you and Lina, both obediently kneeling side by side with your mouths open waiting to take his load. Han pumped his cock a few more times and spilled ropes of cum into both your mouths, creating a sticky trail across your faces as he tried to give you equal amounts of his cum. Then he sat back down to catch his breath.
“Now kiss.” He whispered. He watched intently as you and Lina started to make out in a messy manner, smearing cum over each other’s lips and face and pushing the rest back and forth in your mouths. Han let out a high pitched whimper as he watched the erotic scene in front of him.
Once you and Lina cleaned each other up with your tongues and mouths, she took you to bathroom and then tied you back up so you could rest. You piled your pillows up and laid on your side with your body pillow between your legs for support, and you let yourself doze off.
You woke to find Lina was still not back, and Han was concentrating on his work. His eyes shifted over to where you were laying and his eyes lit up to see you were awake. “Hey, baby.” He smiled his dorky, gummy smile. “Are you alright? You want to keep going?” he checked in. You nodded, eyes smiling. “You still haven’t fucked me.” You stated. “Don’t you want to? I’m all chained up, at your whim.” He closed his eyes trying to maintain his self-control. “Ready to be used by her Master.” You bit your lip and opened your legs slightly. “You could do anything you wanted to her,” you ran your fingers up your inner thigh. “And she can’t escape.” You whispered devilishly.
That was it. Han was on the floor on top of you, kneeling between your legs and propped up on one arm as he hovered above you. His fingers brushed along the collar before yanking on the leash to pull you up closer to his face.
“I have a theory.” He hissed.
“Oh yeah?” you smirked.
“Mmm.” He took his hand from the collar to you mouth, shoving three fingers inside. “Wet these. That’s it.” He said under his breath. “So this theory. It says that if the pregnant animal is cared for and kept content, her offspring will come out with a better temperament.”
You weren’t sure where he got this theory from, whether it was real or made up, but you liked where this was heading.
“And since being filled with cock seems to be what makes you so fucking happy, and, your purpose is to provide offspring,” he pulled the fingers out of your mouth and moved them down your body to press against your pussy.
“I’d better be a good Master and make sure I keep you well fucked.” He teased the outside of your entrance with his fingers.
“Why don’t you just admit it, Master, that you enjoy having my tight cunt wrapped around your cock.” You mocked. Han didn’t respond with words. He responded by pushing his fingers deep inside you and pressing his thumb to your clit and fucking you with his hand.
“Please… Master, no. Stop. I want to come on your cock. Please…” you whimpered as he attacked your pussy with his fingers. “I need it so bad.” You panted, trying to ward off the orgasm that was already building.
He pulled his fingers out and placed them in his mouth, closing his eyes at the taste of you. “Fuck, you taste so good.” He quickly removed his clothes entirely, so that the two of you were now naked. He held your legs open and admired your glistening lips before sinking slowly into you. This is what you’d been waiting all day for. You whimpered at how utterly incredible it felt to finally have his smooth, hard cock dragging against your walls. “You’re so fucking tight…nghh…fuck, you’re sucking in me in…” Han looked in agony, trying to thrust into you when you felt so tight. It only took him five or so thrusts and your were coming around his cock, clenching hard, legs shaking. It had come on fast and strong. It lasted for what felt like an eternity, and you groaned loudly as your pelvic floor muscles eventually relaxed and pulsed around your most favourite cock in the entire world.
“I made you wait too long, poor baby.” He said softly as he looked at you with pure adoration.
“She looks so beautiful when she comes.”
You both turned to see Lina laying on her side, also naked. Neither of you had noticed her come in.
“Hannie… I mean, Master?” Han turned back to you. “I wanna watch you fuck Lina.” You said shyly. You weren’t really shy about it at all. Watching your two lovers fuck each other was one of your favourite things to do.
Han pulled out of you and crawled over to Lina who immediately opened her legs, offering him her cunt. He wasted no time slipping inside.
“Kitten, come close.” She held out hand, gesturing for you to her side. You assisted in holding one of her thighs open and bent down and kissed her. “You taste delicious.” You whispered.
“Now kiss Han.” She gently pushed you up and Han wrapped one arm around you and pulled you in for a kiss. You pulled away to look down and watch his cock thrust into Lina’s pretty pussy. You pulled a cheek to the side giving him more room to get deeper. “Her pussy’s so perfect. Does she feel good, Han? Does it feel good fucking Lina like this?” All Han could do was grunt and moan, and even whimper from time to time. You leaned up and licked the trickle of sweat that had began to run down the side of his face. “Look how much she loves your cock.” You whispered in his ear. “Let’s make her come all over it, yeah?”
It was your turn to push your fingers into his mouth. “Wet them.” He did as you asked and then you went to work on Lina’s clit. Your fingers slid over the hard, little nub and she instantly arched her back of the floor. “Don’t stop….harder…fuck me harder.” She cried, indicating that she was almost there.
“Fuck!” Han snapped his hips, fucking into her at a brutal pace, and you matched the intensity with your fingers. “I’m coming…I’m coming…I’m..com—” she cried out loudly.
Lina’s orgasm triggered Han’s and you watched in awe as he filled her up and they rode out their orgasms together. Han pulled out and collapsed on top of Lina and resting the side of his face on her breasts. You immediately moved in close to stroke his back, and then stroke both his and Lina’s hair pushing it out of their sweaty foreheads. “You both did so good.” You praised. Han reached out to cup your face. “So did you my sweet, sweet lady.” He smiled his fucked-out smile and lifted up to kiss Lina. “And so did you my beautiful Lina.”
The day ended with the three of you on the floor. Han laying on his back, Lina riding his cock, and you riding his face. Your collar had been removed some time ago, and you weren’t role-playing anymore. The three of you moved slow. Lina slowly rolling her hips on Han’s cock, caused him to slowly eat you out. His tongue delivered long, languid strokes along your pussy, his nose pushing just right on your clit. In turn, you rocked slowly against his face. His moans sent vibrations through your body making you lean back against Lina, who held you against her, caressing your breasts and stomach. The three of you stayed like this for a long time, just enjoying each other’s bodies, moving to a rhythm that eventually brought you all to orgasm. Lina came first, crying out into your ear, triggering your orgasm and coming all over Hans face. Han had been holding out for a long time, and you really weren’t sure how he’d managed it. But now he could let go, coming inside Lina and crying out against your core.
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Lina took you to your room where she ran you a bath. The tub was only just big enough for the two of you to squeeze in together.
“You know Han was right.” She said as you leaned against her chest. “You can be in love with more than one person.”
“You love me do you, Lina?”
“Mmm. So much.” She kissed your neck and you felt a happiness spread through your chest.
“Lina… I love you too.” You meant it with all your heart.
Just then you felt and saw your baby move underneath your skin. “Oh my god. Lina! Feel this.” You grabbed her hand and placed it where a little limb was digging into you.
Lina laughed excitedly. “Ha! Oh my… this is… this is incredible. And so weird.” She’d felt your baby move many times, but each time she did she was filled with such surprise, like it was her first time, every time.
“I wish we could run away together. The four of us.” She whispered.
“Me too, Lina. More than anything.” All you wanted was to be with Lina, Han and the baby. You didn’t want any more secrets and lies. You especially didn’t want to lie to your baby. There wasn’t much more time left before she would be born. You closed your eyes and tried to hold onto this moment for as long as possible. You felt so torn, equally as excited as you were fearful. You couldn’t wait to meet her, hold her in your arms and touch her little face. But that would also mean saying goodbye to her as your little baby girl. Your daughter.
You kept your tears inside until Lina left you alone to have an afternoon nap. Then you finally let them out, sobbing quietly until you fell asleep.
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Harley Quinn X FemWerewolf!Reader Angsty, Cute and Fluffy Prompt with a somewhat cliffhanger ending
• Occurs after the events of the third film (The Suicide Squad - 2021) + there’ll be a part two at some point
!TW: Violence, jealousy, self-doubt, anxiety, separation anxiety, blood/presence of blood, weapon(s), swearing, threat(s), violent intentions, mention of nightmares/nightmares in general, murder/mention of murder, mention of a previous near death experience, self put-down(s), mention of being bullied, bullying, implied suffering from depression, implied swearing (‘curse’), insult(s), implied poor treatment by family, implied being close to death/wounded, mention of previously being abused by an ex, injury detail, implied nudity, mild blackmail, mention of an ambush, being assaulted, mention of hickeys, unconsciousness!
After a little while of having to stay in that overcrowded base for the whole day, Bloodsport had reluctantly managed to get Waller to consider allowing you and Harley more time with Cane and Bruce back at the new Birds of Prey base, and somehow she had found herself in good spirits enough to accept his suggestion, so you both found yourselves - the next day - waking up in the spare room that Renee and Canary had organised for you both. You’d woken up before her, or just managed to, and would frown when you found you could still pick up the man who she’d previously been with’s scent, tainting her sweet one, so you would try and quietly inch even closer to her without waking her up, wincing when she’d moved a little, but you would express relief upon noticing that she’d not fully woken up, despite her previous movement. You would then bury your face into her shoulder, your fangs unfolding whilst you did subconsciously; the wolf within you was dying to come out again, and change her, but you tried to fight it back to the best of your ability, whimpering quietly whilst you did, and were instead leaving little nibble marks on her neck, and shoulder, rather than digging your fangs into her; a temporary marking, because that’s all you believed you could do. Despite the fact that she’d told you before that she wanted you to change her, eventually, you found you couldn’t, not wanting her to have to live like you’d had to live; in fear of constantly being hunted, having to experience forceful and painful transformations on full moon nights, having to struggle to control yourself whenever in moments of overwhelming outbursts of emotion, and having to constantly have been on the run a few times. Also, it meant that she’d have to spend more time stuck on earth with you, and you believed she’d be better off remaining human for that reason, alongside the others ones. Once you’d finished, and had left several little marks along her neck and left shoulder, you forced yourself out of bed to make breakfast and coffee for her, Cane, and yourself, whilst they both began to stir awake.
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Harley had managed to get herself awake before Cane, but wouldn’t get out of bed until she had, upon finding the little marks you’d left on her; they’d been paining her a little, ever since she’d woken up, and she soon found that a couple of them were bleeding a little bit, prompting her to wonder why you’d left them, and had evidently done so hurriedly. As soon as she entered the room, you faltered; you could still pick up the man’s scent tainting her’s, though you’d left the marks on her neck and shoulder, and it was painful for you to have to remember the night you thought you’d lost her; that she’d forgotten about you, and stopped howling because she hadn’t responded. However, once she’d gotten closer to you, and had her arms wrapped around your waist, you could finally pick up that your scent was mixing with her’s again, and it made you feel a little better. “Good morning, Alpha,” she cooed, and you would smile lovingly over at her, before noticing that she was wearing your shirt, and you would smirk, whilst your eyes locked with her stunning icy blue ones in the best way possible.
“Good morning, beautiful,” you returned, “is that my shirt?”
She winced, acting as if she hadn’t realised that she’d accidentally put your’s on, instead of one of her own shirts or t-shirts. “Shit, sorry - I didn’t realise,” she answered, and you would giggle, before shaking your head.
“Don’t apologise,” you replied gently, before turning around to face her, and lifting your right hand up to her left cheek, prompting her to melt into your touch subconsciously, “it looks good on you; a lot better than it looks on me.”
“I doubt that,” she remarked, and you then found yourself subconsciously glancing down at the marks on her neck which had evidently been bleeding, and you would falter, a pained expression on your face; you didn’t realise you’d been so reckless, whilst you had been creating the marks, “hey - what’s wrong, Alpha?”
“I hurt you,” you whispered shakily, your voice barely audible whilst you did, but she still hadn’t heard what you’d mustered, regardless, as Cane had now re-entered the room after briefly visiting the toilet to brush her teeth, “I’m so sorry, Quinzels, I - I didn’t realise-..”
She would then guess that you were talking about the marks, and would quickly shake her head, but you would move away before she could ease you into a hug, wanting to try and provide comfort to you, and reassure you that the marks weren’t bothering her, and hadn’t been paining her. “What’s going on-?” Cane questioned, suspicious, and Harley would wince, before looking over at her, after she’d been trying to look at the marks again, herself, whilst you were stood unnaturally still in the corner of the room, a pained expression on your face; you couldn’t believe you’d hurt her like you evidently had, and hated yourself for it.
“It’s nothing, don’t worry about it,” she answered, as if everything were okay, before she walked up to the nearest mirror to check the marks again, wondering if they’d gotten worse, as you’d reacted as if they had, but they looked almost the same as they did, before, when she’d first noticed them, except the blood which had been previously escaping a couple of them was now dried up.
You couldn’t help, but watch whilst she did, your eyes dimmer than they usually were; the tears within them weren’t even making them glisten like they sometimes did, whenever you found yourself crying for whatever reason. “What are you looking at-?” Cane inquired, and you would briefly look between both her, and Harley, before you stared down at your feet, allowing the smallest of the currently invading tears to escape, and slide slowly down your cheeks.
“Just a spider bite I got a little while ago,” Harley answered, before smiling back over at Cane, and you. “Don’t worry about it - Y/n’s just upset because she feels bad for not stopping it from happening-”
“Harley,” Cane interrupted, “I know when you’re lying to me - what happened?” She would then appear shocked, and disheartened, whilst she looked over at you, before looking back at Harley again. “Did - Did Y/n hurt you?” She questioned, and you would falter again, whilst your heart began to ache even more excruciatingly than it had been, before.
“Of course not,” she replied, “she’d never hurt me-”
“Harley,” you mustered, your voice close to a whisper again, and she would fall quiet, before glancing over at you, a pained expression on her face whilst she did; she hated seeing you upset like you evidently were, now, “there’s.. there’s no point lying; I’m so sorry, I’m a monster, I just-.. I couldn’t stand smelling - him - on you, a-and I hate myself for it.. If - If you could, m-maybe - find it within you to forgive me-”
“Don’t,” Cane hissed, before she reached for the baseball bat Harley had given her a little while ago, and snatched it up off of the table so she could throw it in your direction, but you would manage to quickly dive out of the way before it could hit you, and it - instead - smashed into one of the windows behind you.
“Cassie!” Harley shouted, before grabbing her and gingerly shoving her away from you; she was worried, and didn’t want either one of you to get hurt. “What the hell is wrong with you?” She demanded, before looking over her shoulder at you to make sure that you were okay; you appeared to be unharmed, now sitting up with a guilty, as well as hurt look on your face, though you found you couldn’t blame Cane for her previous action, believing yourself to be a monster. “Go to your room!” She instructed, and Cane would roll her eyes, before dragging herself out of the room, and Harley would then rush over to you, but before she could crouch down beside you, and hold you close to her, you would move away, a pained expression on your face whilst you did; you were terrified that you might end up hurting her again, and couldn’t let that happen; she meant more to you than life itself, and you would never be able to forgive yourself if you hurt her even more than you previously had. She would appear disheartened by your moving away from her, but understood why you possibly might have; she knew you too well, now, and wished you’d stop viewing yourself as the monster you believed yourself to be, and always had, ever since you’d found out about your true nature, a few years ago now. “Y/n-”
“What the hell happened in here?” Renee questioned, upon rushing into the room; she’d heard the commotion. “Seriously? I thought you had the dog under control, Harley-”
“I’m not a dog,” you uttered, “and it was just an accident.”
“A - A minor misunderstanding,” Harley added for you, “Cassie thought that Y/n had hurt me, but - she didn’t, and she then threw her baseball bat at her, but Y/n managed to dodge it, and it went through the window, instead.”
“Jesus Christ,” Renee remarked under her breath, “well - I don’t care how, but we need to get this mess cleared before Waller and Bloodsport drag you both back home, otherwise you might not be allowed back, if they see the place like this after you’ve both been here; you’d be in deep shit, I imagine, if they found out.”
“Well they won’t find out,” Harley chimed, as if nothing had happened, “this place’ll be as clean as a whistle by the time they get here, won’t it, Alpha?”
You nodded, forcing a smile up at both her and Renee, before you looked away again, worried that you might break down in front of them both any second now. “Something did happen between you both, didn’t it?” Renee guessed, and both you and Harley would falter, before glancing over at her again. “Y’know what - I’m not even gonna bite,” she decided, “it’s your business.” You all would then force yourselves to clean up the room to the best of your ability, just in time for Waller and Bloodsport’s arrival to take you back to the main camp the others were currently residing within.
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Whilst you and Harley were both walking back toward her and your makeshift room, upon your arrival back into the main camp, you would unfortunately come across Falcon, who would smirk when he noticed you both approaching, before he got up, and slowly walked toward you. “I swear to god - one annoying word out of you, and I’m knocking you on your ass,” Harley warned, whilst subconsciously intertwining the fingers of her right hand with the now trembling fingers of your left, “so you better take some time to think about what you’re gonna do next, wise guy.”
“You think I’m wise? Thank you-”
You would find yourself growling quietly over at him, but before you could do anything, Harley would hold you back, her arms around your waist whilst she did, and you would try not to struggle, afraid of hurting her again, and losing control of yourself whilst you were within her hold; the wolf within you was scratching at the surface, evidently desperate to escape and tear Falcon to shreds. “Did I, or did I not just say that I’d knock you out if you didn’t leave us alone?” She hissed, before encouraging you to continue walking alongside her, which you did, when you felt able, subconsciously sticking to her side; you liked to always be in physical contact with her whenever you could be, as you hated being away from her, and wanted to be close to her at all times so you could protect her, and revel in her presence; you felt safe, and whole whenever you were with her, as if all the bad things that had happened to you in the past hadn’t actually happened, or weren’t bothering you anymore than they had been, before you’d both first met, and you imprinted on her, resulting in your past becoming less painful for you as you had been only focussed on making her happy and devoting your life to her ever since that day.
Harley then, once you’d both gotten into your and her bedroom, eased you closer to her, so she could carefully turn you around, and connect her lips to your’s delicately, prompting you to instantly melt into the kiss subconsciously. The kiss soon began to deepen, but you would falter as soon as you were reminded of what had happened earlier, and of how you’d evidently hurt her, seeing as the marks you’d left had evidently begun to bleed, after you’d administered them to her whilst she had been sleeping peacefully beside you. “Quinzels,” you murmured, your voice close to a shaky whisper, whilst you connected your forehead to her’s affectionately, “we can’t; I hurt you-”
“You didn’t hurt me,” she contradicted gently, before lifting her right hand up to your cheek, and you would melt into her touch whilst she did, “a-and - and I know why you gave me the marks, Y/n; I get it, a-and I’m so sorry; I’ve been trying to be rid of his scent for a while now, a-and I didn’t realise it was still on me, but it’ll be gone soon, I promise; I love you, Alpha, only you, a-and that will never change; he meant nothing to me - nobody could ever mean as much to me as you do.”
“I love you, too,” you returned, before allowing yourself to brush your lips against her’s again lovingly, “just - p-promise me-.. promise me that we’ll never have to be apart again - it was painful, b-being away from you; it always is.. even if.. even if we’re simply just not in the same room together; I can’t live without you.”
“We’ll never have to be apart again, I promise,” she cooed, “I can’t live without you, either - every night, ever since I lost you again, I couldn’t go to sleep without having at least one nightmare or two about that day you’d gone over the cliff, a-and-.. I spent - even more of those nights crying, rather than sleeping, especially after-.. after I couldn’t hear you howling anymore, b-but.. that was my fault, if I’d just responded the day before, after I’d killed him, I would have known that you were alive, and hadn’t forgotten about me-”
“No, Harley,” you whined, between the small kisses you both were exchanging, “it wasn’t your fault; I was just-.. being stupid, like I always am - I should have known t-that - that you were distracted, after you killed him; I shouldn’t have just given up and walked away like I did.. o-or - I could have at least just - continued howling for you; I shouldn’t have made you feel like I’d forgotten about you, because I never could; I love you too much, a-and I always will, no matter what.”
“It wasn’t either of our faults,” she claimed, “all that matters is that you’re here now, and always will be, right?”
You would smirk, before nodding, and picking her up off of the ground, prompting her to giggle whilst she clung to your shoulders. “Always,” you reasserted, before kissing her passionately, and delicately, whilst you carried her over to your and her bed.
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Whenever Waller was in good spirits - a very rare occasion - she allowed you and Harley to sometimes take Cane to the school she was attending, alongside a couple members of the Birds of Prey, of course; she’d never let you both go alone, for fear that you’d try and run away, or go on a trouble spree - a double trouble spree, you liked to call it, whenever you and Harley set about messing around and creating havoc in your college lessons together. “Remember - if anyone gets on your nerves, pick up the closest chair, and hit them over the head with it,” Harley reminded her, and Renee would add quietly for Cane to not do what Harley had just advised her to do, “have a good day!”
Cane would then throw her arms around Harley, before awkwardly looking over at you; she still wasn’t sure if she should trust you, or not, after what had happened a short while ago with the marks you’d given Harley. “Thanks,” Cane replied, before dragging herself away, though she didn’t really want to, as she’d been finding herself getting bullied often recently.
“She hates me,” you murmured, and Harley would glance over at you, a pained expression on her face, before she lovingly intertwined the fingers of her right hand with the fingers of your left to try and provide comfort to you.
“She doesn’t hate you,” she contradicted, “she just needs - time, I guess, after-..”
“After I hurt you,” you uttered through gritted teeth; you still hated yourself for what had previously happened, and Harley would quickly shake her head, before turning to face you, a hurt look on her face; she hated seeing you like this; like you could break down with any passing second; tears had begun to invade your vision, blurring it, but you were trying, and failing, to fight them back.
“You didn’t hurt me,” she claimed, “I couldn’t even feel them, not enough for me to deem them as being painful. Besides..” She then grinned over at you, before wrapping her arms around your waist, so she could ease you closer to her. “I like it when you mark me, Alpha,” she remarked, and you would be surprised, evidently not expecting her to have liked what you had done, “I want people to know that I’m your’s - but - I also want people to know that you are mine, so-.. I was wondering if - maybe - you’d let me mark you, too.”
You would smirk back at her subconsciously, whilst your eyes began to glint. “Of course I will,” you replied, “I’d love for you to mark me; you know I would.”
“Good,” she chimed, “then I will.” She then glanced back judgementally at Renee and Canary, who were currently watching you both, until she looked back at them, and they quickly looked away, prompting her to return her attention to you, before she leaned forward so she could add - in your left ear - a whisper. “Later,” she promised, before surprising you by gently nibbling at the shell of your ear, prompting you to giggle, as well as seem to purr a little, though you weren’t anything like a cat. She then found herself giggling alongside you; she clearly had found your reaction adorable.
“Leave me alone!” You heard a familiar voice cry, and would immediately turn your head in the direction of it to find that someone had shoved Cane down to the ground, angering you instantly as you began to growl quietly, your irises flickering dangerously between a bold orange and their normal colour, whilst your fangs subconsciously unfolded, and your body began to heat up like a furnace; the wolf within you was scratching at the surface to escape, and maul the children who were bullying her.
“Y/n, no!” Canary whisper-shouted, before throwing her arms around you to try and hold you back, whilst Harley looked on at the group in shock; she couldn’t believe they were daring to bully her like they were, with the probably now confirmed rumours going around that you and Harley had adopted her.
You would strain your ears to try and hear more of their very much one-sided confirmation, whilst struggling a little in Canary’s hold; you were desperate to help Cane, as you were sure that you’d never forgive yourself if you let her get hurt, too, and wanted to prove to her that she could trust you, always, like Harley could always trust you, too. “Why were we even asking her to do our homework for us, anyway?” The second girl inquired, whilst sneering down at Cane. “She knows nothing,” she continued, before lowering herself down a little, whilst her hands were resting upon her knees, “isn’t that right? You’re adopted, so you probably aren’t even being helped with your own homework, anyway - not that two freaky convicts could teach anyone anything-”
You couldn’t take it anymore as you broke free of Canary’s hold, gingerly shoving her away, before you rushed over to the group, Harley and the others hot on your heels; they were afraid of what you might do; what might happen to you if you did hurt anyone, specifically, in terms of Harley; she was terrified of losing you again, and knew that Waller wouldn’t even hesitate to put a bullet in your skull if you ever did decide to hurt anyone again, or to go against her very specific instructions to not cause a scene, or draw too much attention to yourselves whilst you were over at the Birds of Prey base, or escorting Cane to school like you had previously been doing, until this moment. “Hey-!” You hissed over at them, and they would each be startled by your sudden interruption. “Leave her alone!” You demanded, but Harley would manage to hold you back, before you could get any closer to the bullies, no matter how much she wanted you to teach them a lesson for messing with Cane; she couldn’t let you get taken away from her again. “Go inside, Cassie,” you commanded gently, and Cane would reluctantly rush off, though she wanted to stay with the group, feeling safer with them, and a little safer with you now, too, “I swear if I ever see you lay a finger on her again-”
“Y/n,” Harley cooed, and you would relax instantly, upon hearing her voice again, a warm shiver running down your spine whilst you did, and everything that had changed returned to the way it had been, before, “it’s okay, now - Cassie’s fine, and these little brats will never hurt her again, I’m sure they won’t - look at me.” You would glance over at her, and couldn’t help, but smile whilst you did; her presence always made you feel warm, fuzzy, and light, somehow, and you found yourself wondering how you’d survived the years you’d spent in a dark place away from her.
Harley then smiled lovingly back at you, until you were both distracted by Renee speaking up after the bell had rung out from within the building Cane had run into a brief moment ago. “Haven’t you both got somewhere to be, now?” She questioned the two girls, who would hesitantly rush off to their classes, and once they were out of sight, Renee turned to face you both. “We gotta get back, before Waller and Bloodsport get there, and wonder why we’re taking so long,” she stated, and you both would begrudgingly agree, before following Renee and Canary back to the base, just in time; the cars to escort you both back were arriving, just as you were all walking up the drive alongside them.
Before you could get into the black car in the middle, Canary caught your left arm, prompting you to look over your left shoulder at her. “I expect, when you come back tomorrow with Harley, that things will be better between you and Cassie,” she expressed, “or, at least, I’m hoping they will; it was nice of you, to stand up for her like you did, and I’m sure she appreciates the gesture.”
“I hope so,” you replied, “but - I wouldn’t be surprised, all the same, if she still hates me; I should never have left those marks-”
“She doesn’t hate you,” Canary interjected, “she just - needs more time to get to know you, like she has with Harley. Trust me, tomorrow is gonna be the start of something new; I can feel it.”
You would scoff, before looking away from her. “Thanks,” you uttered, “but I only ever trust my instincts when they’re linked to Harley; I can’t - feel any of you, yet, n-not even Cassie, but-.. I guess - I’ll just have to wait and see. See you tomorrow.” You then got into the car beside Harley, before closing the door, and smiling lovingly over at her; she appeared to be hopeful, too, that you and Cane would get along more, but would simply smile warmly back at you, before she shuffled closer to you and rested her head on your right shoulder; she didn’t want to upset you by pressuring you about the situation even further. “Get some sleep,” you cooed, and Harley would nod, whilst her eyes locked with your’s in the best way possible, prompting her’s to glint, and your heart to skip a beat, overwhelming you like it usually did, but you would try and hide it from her, embarrassed, “we’ve still got a long day ahead of us.” She would then groan, and nod gravely, upon remembering that you both, and the others would probably have another training session to return to. “It’ll be over soon, don’t worry,” you continued gently, “as soon as we deal with that asshole politician, and it’s army, and then we’ll be able to find someplace to stay with Cassie, and Bruce; somewhere we won’t have to worry about anyone separating us again, and guess what we’ll do after that-?”
She would appear intrigued, before lifting an eyebrow up at you, whilst she tried to think. “W-What will we do?” She inquired, and you would falter; you thought she’d answer immediately, and wondered if she’d forgotten about what you’d promised her a few times now, already. You then found yourself thinking about how you’d overheard her and the man talking, before you’d run away, and about how she’d been considering the fact that she liked how Harley Luna sounded, prompting you to falter, a pained expression on your face whilst you did. She would then appear worried about you, upon noticing that you seemed upset about something. “Y/n?” She cooed, and you would wince, before managing a soft smile down at her, whilst you tried to think of something else to say; you were doubting that she’d want to marry you, now, after everything, and so were worried about how she would react if you brought it up to her. “Are you okay, Alpha? You went all sad on me all of a sudden,” she mused, and you would nod quickly, before affectionately connecting your forehead to her’s, and she would smile back at you, prompting your heart to begin to race alongside her’s, “what are we gonna do, after we find a good place to stay?”
“We’ll-..” You murmured, before wincing again, but this time you managed to hide it from her; you didn’t want to upset her. “I’ll change you,” you stated, and she would be surprised; she didn’t think you’d ever change your mind, or appear so eager to, after you’d been so against the idea, before, “I’ve been - putting it off for too long, now, I know, and I’m sorry-”
Harley then silenced you by delicately connecting her lips to your’s, and you would subconsciously melt into the kiss, your eyelids fluttering shut whilst you did. Once it was over, you found yourself wearing a dazed expression on your face, prompting her to smirk up at you, amused by your reaction, as well as revelling in how it was only her who could make you feel this way. “I love you so much,” she expressed, and would then lift her right up to your left cheek, prompting you to lean into her touch, whilst you found yourself getting lost in her stunning icy blue eyes again, “w-what - what will we do, after that? After you change me?” She was evidently angling for you to bring up a specific part of your and her plan, but you would doubt - again - that there was any possibility of her wanting to marry you, so you thought maybe she was just curious about what else you’d all do together.
“I’m not sure yet,” you answered, whilst staring down at your hands, and she would appear disappointed by your answer, wondering if it meant you didn’t want to get married to her anymore, “I guess we’ll just - h-have to wait and see.” She would then nod gravely, before resting her head on your right shoulder again, and letting her eyes close, whilst you found yourself fighting back tears beside her silently for the remainder of the journey.
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Like you’d been thinking that they would, things did seem to improve between you and Cane, the next day, just not as much as you’d been hoping they would. Whilst you and Harley were cuddled up together in bed, you would be startled to wake up to something quite soft bumping you on the left side of your head. You would protectively hold Harley close to you, whilst you looked in the direction that it had come from, only to find that Cane was stood by the door, and that she was holding what looked like a nerf gun in her hands, prompting you to ease up, and grin over at her, whilst your eyes began to glint. “Did you seriously just shoot me in the head with a nerf bullet?” You questioned, and Cane would shrug, before tilting her head partially.
“I might have,” she answered timidly, before lowering the makeshift gun a little, “I just wanted to wake you up to say thank you, I guess, for standing up for me yesterday.” Harley then found herself beginning to stir beside you, but once she could hear that you both were talking, she would try and act as if she were still asleep in your arms, whilst listening and smiling softly. “A-Anyway, I gotta go to school, so-”
“School-?” Harley spoke up, surprising you both; you’d thought that she had gone back to sleep, but evidently hadn’t as she was suddenly so awake, and energetic, sitting up beside you, whilst appearing startled, as if she’d forgotten something.
“It’s Monday,” Cane reminded you both, and you would wince, whilst Harley couldn’t help, but curse beside you quietly, and you both would instantly get out of bed, “did you guys seriously forget, already? Jeez, that’s what my ex-family used to do, too-”
“Hey,” Harley whined, “we’re nothing like them, we were just - well.. we didn’t get much sleep last night-”
“Gross,” Cane remarked, and you would wince, before looking away; you’d both not done what she had been assuming you had; you had just been struggling because you’d had a nightmare, and found you couldn’t stop thinking about how she had been with that man, after you’d both been separated again. “Anyway, I’ll meet you both down there, whenever you decide to get ready,” she added, before rushing out of the room, and you would glance over at Harley, a pained expression on your face, before dragging yourself into the bathroom to get ready, whilst she wondered what your look had meant; she hated seeing you upset, and wanted to do all she could to try and make you happy again, so she vowed that she would, starting from the moment you had left the bathroom after you’d finished getting ready alongside her.
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Harley would be surprised to find, that night, you crying quietly outside, whilst the others were sleeping; you’d snuck away after you’d heard her snoring quietly beside you, as you didn’t want to disturb her, and knew that she’d not be woken up if you did, like she had been the previous night. “Y/n,” she cooed, and you would falter upon hearing her voice, “what’s wrong? W-Why are you crying?”
“I’m not crying,” you claimed, and she would scoff, before sitting on the step beside you, whilst you tried to wipe all of your tears away, embarrassed; you hated being caught crying, especially by Harley, as you were worried about her perceiving you to be weak, when you were meant to be strong for her; you didn’t want her to think that you couldn’t protect her, being her mate, and were terrified that you might end up losing her, “Alphas don’t cry, e-especially not in front of their mates..”
She would realise, and shake her head in reply; she didn’t want you to think that you couldn’t cry in front of her, like you were evidently trying not to, right now. “Look,” she began gently, before intertwining the fingers of her right hand with the trembling fingers of your left, “just because you think that you’re not allowed to cry, t-that doesn’t mean you have to be alone, when you do - and it doesn’t matter if it’s me you cry in front of, because it will never change how I see you; I will always love you, Y/n, and I’m always gonna be here for you, t-through both the bad times, and the good, always.”
You would falter again, thinking about how you’d always believed that you both would get married, and it pained you to think about how this might never be the case anymore, after she had considered so closely marrying someone else. “For better, for worse,” you murmured, and Harley’s eyes would begin to glint, whilst a smile began to tug at the corners of her lips subconsciously; she was hoping that you were still considering marrying her, like you’d promised you would many times, before. “You would both have.. have said that to each other,” you mused, prompting her to grow confused, and resulting in a puzzled expression finding it’s way onto her face, “and then-.. you would have become Harley Luna.”
She would realise, and begin to feel guilty all over again; you were evidently still hung up over what had happened, before you’d both been reunited. “N-No, I wouldn’t have-”
“Why wouldn’t you? I thought you liked him, a-and the name,” you contradicted, and she would feel overwhelmed all of a sudden, not sure of what she could say to make things better, so she found herself stammering a lot more whilst she tried to think of how she could rectify the situation, “just tell me you forgot about me..”
“If I did, I would be lying, and I don’t wanna lie to you, Alpha,” she replied, a hurt look on her face whilst she did, “I love you, a-and - it wasn’t just the fact that he was planning on killing more kids that made me pick up that gun, it was also because-.. despite everything that had happened between us, before - I felt that you were still alive - in that moment - and so I-.. I thought it would be better if I killed him for that reason, too, because I wanted to find you, Y/n; you’ve never actually betrayed or abandoned me for no good reason, before, a-and even if you had - I was still hung up on you, and our promise - so-..” She then stood up after you had a brief moment ago, prompting you to hesitantly turn around, whilst your eyes began to glisten, and it would pain her to see that they were; she hated seeing you upset. “There’s only one person I wanna marry, Y/n,” she continued, her voice close to a whisper, “a-and-.. it’s you, always you, and I would have brought the ring out here with me, but I didn’t think t-that-.. that I would be proposing like I am, now - just tell me it’s romantic, at least.”
“It’s more than romantic enough, for me,” you reassured her, whilst wrapping your arms around her waist, and she would smile lovingly over at you, before wrapping her arms around you, too, “I love you so much.”
“I love you, too,” she returned, “n-now - would you make me the happiest woman in the world, b-by becoming my wife? I swear I’ll bring the ring out later-”
You would then lean forward to connect your lips to her’s delicately, and she would melt into the kiss subconsciously alongside you. “Of course I will-!” You chimed, before kissing her lovingly again, and she would hold you even closer to her, but you would welcome her action, managing to control yourself a lot better even when your fangs had unfolded. You then picked her up off of the ground, prompting her to giggle, whilst she clung to your shoulders, and connected her forehead to your’s affectionately. “We should continue celebrating inside,” you stated, appearing flustered whilst you did, prompting her to smirk up at you; she evidently knew what you were hinting at, “it - it’s-.. getting cold, a-and - I want my princess to be warm.” She would instantly be flustered by you referring to her as your ‘princess’, and soon found herself blushing, whilst she tried to hide it from you, prompting you to giggle breathlessly alongside her. “What do you say?” You inquired, only wanting to do whatever she wanted to do.
“I’d love to,” she answered, and you would express relief, whilst your eyes seemed to light up a little alongside her’s. You then briefly connected your lips to her’s one more time, before you carried her back inside, and up to your and her room.
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“Seriously-?” Cane remarked, upon finding you both playing a card game on the Kitchen table in the morning; sometimes you both just found it fun to do, especially when you were equally as competitive as one another. “You’re both so old and boring,” she added, “can’t we go and do something else?”
“How does playing cards make us old and boring?” Harley questioned, and Cane would think about it for a moment.
“Because it just does,” she answered, “c’mon, I’m bored.”
“I’ll just take her out,” Huntress spoke up, “since you guys are clearly too busy to even bother.”
You would grimace over at her, and Harley would wince when she noticed, before beginning to pack up the cards. “Why are you such a raging bitch all the time?” You hissed back at her, and she would scowl back at you, before getting up, and forcing herself from the room.
“Y/n,” Harley cooed, and you would instantly relax like you usually did whenever you heard her voice, but would begin to feel guilty - instead - when you noticed the look on Cane’s face.
“How could you say that? You know what she had to go through before,” she retorted, and you would falter, a pained expression on your face, after Cane had rushed off to go and find Huntress and make sure that she was okay.
You would look over at Harley, who appeared to be feeling guilty, too, for not telling you about what had happened to Huntress when she was only a little girl. “What did she have to go through, before?” You inquired, and she would hesitate, before deciding to tell you, though she’d not been sure if she should, last year, whilst you had both been fighting the Omegas alongside the Birds of Prey.
“I guess it just - makes her mad; the fact that you remind her a little of herself; you both had it rough, before, and I guess I did a bit, too,” she mused, after she’d told you everything about the Bertenelli Massacre, “and she doesn’t like to think about how you didn’t end up killing your father after all that stuff he did to you, aside from the fact that she does kinda have some anger issues, sometimes, but not all the time.”
“I can’t believe I never noticed that before,” you mused, feeling awful for how you’d reacted to her remark, earlier, “do you think she hates me, now?”
“I wouldn’t say she hates you,” Harley answered gently, whilst trying to smile reassuringly over at you, and holding both of your hands in her’s to provide as much comfort to you as she possibly could; she didn’t want you to be upset again, “she’s just - getting used to you.”
“I thought she already had, last year,” you admitted, “I saved her life, remember? And Renee’s.”
“I know,” she replied, “but - maybe - maybe it’s just still too early, for her; I think she just needs more time, and then things will be better than they ever were, I promise - I could also try and talk to her for you, if you want me to?”
“No, it’s fine,” you reassured, before shuffling closer to her timidly so you could wrap your arms around her, and she would instantly return the hug, cradling you close to her, “b-but - thank you, Quinzels; I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
“I don’t know what I’d do without you, either,” she returned, “oh, and don’t worry about Cassie - she’ll come around, just tell her that you didn’t know about Huntress’ family, and - didn’t mean to say what you said the way she thought you did.” You would nod gravely, evidently nervous about messing up, but you would try to hide that fact from her, for fear of worrying, or upsetting her. “Wanna go and find them with me-?” She inquired, and you would think about it for a moment, but before you could answer her, you heard howling nearby, and faltered, guessing that there were Omegas in the area.
Luckily, Harley hadn’t heard them; you knew you’d have to go out there and hold them off to the best of your ability with the pack you’d arrived with, except they seemed skeptical of you after they’d found out that you were working alongside humans, and had even imprinted on one. “I-.. I have to go and do something first,” you stated, and she would appear surprised; she hadn’t been expecting that response from you, and would immediately begin to wonder what you were planning to do, “the others - they’ll be hungry, and aren’t particularly used to human company; I should help them hunt for a little while.”
“O-Oh, okay,” she replied, and you would frown when you noticed that she appeared disheartened to hear that you’d have to go out for a little while, “I didn’t even know that they had followed us here.”
“They always do,” you explained, “I guess I - am their Alpha, after all, though they think I’m - strange, now.” Harley couldn’t help, but giggle, and shake her head a little whilst she did, prompting you to smile lovingly over at her subconsciously; you evidently thought that her reaction was adorable. “I’ll be back soon, I promise,” you claimed, though you knew that there was a chance that anything could go wrong, but would try not to think about it; you were terrified of being torn away from her again, and returning to her with several scratches and bruises, prompting her to appear shocked, as well as hurt, and worried to find that you had been wounded, so you knew you’d have to be as careful as you possibly could, and would have to wear somewhat baggy clothing if you did end up getting hurt, to hide whatever wounds you might return with, “I love you, Sparkle.”
“I love you too, Nugget,” she returned, before hesitantly releasing you, and allowing you to get up, so you could drag yourself toward the front door of the new Birds of Prey base, “a-and be careful out there - promise me you will.”
“I’ll be careful, I promise - there’s no way I’m not returning to you in one piece,” you cooed, and she would smile to the best of her ability back at you, though she was worried, and found herself even beginning to doubt that you would; something she found herself hating herself for, until you had managed to return to her just about in one piece, “s-see you soon - possibly half-an-hour-ish?”
“It better be half-an-hour,” she agreed, and you would grin feebly, before nodding, and rushing out to the waterfall, where your pack were currently resting together.
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After things had gone wrong, like you had been hoping they wouldn’t, you found yourself wondering if you might actually die; the Omegas had actually managed to ambush you and the pack, and had evidently been planning this attack, all along; they hadn’t just been passing through, like you thought they had been. Like you usually did during your lowest moments, whilst you were trying to drag yourself away from the pack without them noticing, you found yourself thinking about how they would all, including Harley, Cane, and the Birds of Prey, be better off without you slowing them down - especially Harley, and it didn’t help you to think about how she had been considering actually marrying the man she had briefly been with whilst you were gone, and supposedly dead. Nor did it help to remember everything that had happened, before that: the fight you and Harley had had, before you’d gone over the cliff in an attempt to save her life; the day she’d found out that you’d actually been the one to kill her ex, Max, shocking her, and resulting in her believing you to be the monster you also thought yourself to be, and the day you’d disappeared for a couple of weeks whilst Max had been abusing her, after finding out about what you were, but you could have still helped her, though you were worried about what might happen if she found out about you being a werewolf, before, and you hated yourself for letting him hurt her the way he had been, before she’d managed to break up with him. You would be startled by the sudden ringing of your phone, still laying beneath the willow tree beside your clothes; you’d left them there, before changing, and tracking the area with your pack, which you could hear were now beginning to panic, after you’d muted the bonds between you and each of them, except for Harley, but she still remained to be unaware of what had happened a moment ago; she would soon find out, beginning to panic you even more than you had been, before; you didn’t want her to go out looking for you, and to get herself hurt, too, or to upset her by having her find you in the state that you were currently in, but at the same time, you knew she’d be equally suspicious if you didn’t answer the phone, as you could see that it was her calling you, so you would hesitantly give in, and change back painfully, before accepting the call feebly, and holding your phone up to your right ear with your now shaky and blood-stained right hand. “Y/n-? A-Are you - Are you coming back soon-?” Harley inquired, and you would frown, feeling guilty all over again, before you subconsciously shook your head, whilst your tears began to slowly run down your cheeks. “I miss you so much,” she expressed, and you would feel even worse, wishing, now, that you’d not decided to try and fight the Omegas off, “a-and it’s been longer than half an hour now; you promised me you wouldn’t be any longer.”
“I’m sorry, Quinzels, but,” you murmured, whilst wincing, and leaning heavily against the trunk of the tree behind you, “I’m gonna be a little-.. a little longer.. S-Something came up, a-and-”
“What?” She interrupted, before subconsciously rising from the sofa she had been perched upon. “What happened? Y/n, are you okay? Where are you?” She questioned, and you would hesitate, before deciding you shouldn’t tell her, not wanting her to come looking for you, and you most certainly didn’t want her to find you in the state that you were currently in.
“I’m okay,” you lied, unconvincingly; your voice had managed to crack, and a whimper followed; the pain was gradually becoming more and more excruciating with every passing minute, “just - don’t worry about me - everyone’s fine, a-and - and I’ll see you soon.” You then quickly hung up, and threw your phone away from you, before you whined softly, and let the back of your head rest on the trunk of the tree; you were waiting for death to finally envelope you, so Harley wouldn’t have to be held back, or burdened by you anymore.
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“Y/n!” A familiar voice cried, and your eyelids would slowly open, though they were heavy, and left your eyes appearing half-lidded, as well as dark. “Oh thank god,” the figure whispered shakily, after you’d opened your eyes, and you would squint to try and clear your vision, and once it had cleared just enough, you found your heart beginning to race; Harley was leaning over you, her cheeks tear-stained, and eyes glistening, “s-say something, please.”
You would manage a weak smile up at her, whilst beginning to splutter up and choke on your own blood again, until she carefully lifted you up a little, and cradled you close to her. “I-..” You managed, your voice barely audible, and a strained sob would manage to escape her lips; she was terrified that she might still lose you, if Renee and Huntress didn’t return soon with the medical equipment needed to patch up your scratches and gaping wound on your right side. “I must be in Heaven,” you mustered, and she would tilt her head partially, before shaking it, and lifting her left hand up to your right cheek, so she could use her thumb to delicately brush away the small tears which were managing to escape your eyes.
“Not - Not yet, Alpha,” she replied, her voice trembling whilst she did, and she would then lower her head a little so she could connect her forehead to your’s affectionately, “you aren’t leaving me like this - when you do get to go to Heaven, it’ll be with me, okay? You’re not leaving me again; I won’t let you. We belong together, and we’re meant to do everything together; go everywhere together, and that’s what we’re going to do.” She then looked as if she’d remembered something, and would smile lovingly down at you to the best of her ability, before taking out your ring, and offering it to you. “Now that you’re - in your human form again, I was thinking that you might wanna wear it,” she stated, and you would smile back at her faintly, before nodding, and offering her your left hand so she could slip the ring back onto your finger gently. “Why didn’t you tell me about the Omegas? We could have gone with you-”
“You would have gotten hurt-”
“We would have been fine,” she contradicted, “and you wouldn’t be on the verge of-..” She would falter, and her eyes widened a little, before she looked around, desperate for Renee and Huntress to reappear with the kit.
“Quinzels,” you murmured, and she would glance back down at you, a pained expression on her face, prompting your heart to sink, “d-don’t-.. Even if I.. Even if I do die-”
“Shut up,” she interjected, “you’re not dying; I won’t let you die, n-not without me. If you die, I die-”
“Nobody’s dying today,” another familiar voice sounded out, and you both looked over to find Huntress and Renee rushing toward you, “we’ve got the kit.”
Harley expressed relief, and you would smile lovingly up at her. “You were right,” you mused, “we will die together, a-and go to heaven together, as long as - when the time comes, you still want to.”
“Of course I will,” she responded, “there will never be a time when I don’t want to go to heaven by your side - or wherever we do end up together; I love you so much, a-and that’ll never change, I promise.”
“I love you, too,” you returned, whilst Renee began to treat your wounds, and Harley provided as much comfort to you as she possibly could whilst Renee was doing everything she had to do to try and keep you alive, “and I always will, n-no matter what..” Once Renee had finished treating you, Harley then carefully carried you back to the base, a blanket wrapped around you whilst she did, as you had been naked when the group had found you in the state that you had been in, and you soon found yourself falling asleep in her arms, whilst feeling safe and as if nothing could ever hurt you again, as long as you were in her arms like you were, now.
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“What were you thinking? You have the dumbest Alpha instincts I’ve ever heard of,” Cane ranted at you; she’d, too, been surprisingly shocked and worried after hearing about what had happened to you, “people should be calling you goofy rather than Alpha-”
“Oi,” Harley interjected playfully, whilst she was holding you close to her, her arms around your waist protectively; she was worried that something might try and hurt you again after what had happened to you earlier, “only I’m allowed to tease her about that. Anyway-”
“Would you quit eating my fucking food?” Huntress interrupted, whilst she stormed into your and Harley’s bedroom, and she would wince; she’d evidently unintentionally taken whatever it was that had previously belonged to her.
“W-Wait - was that your burrito in the fridge?” She inquired, and Huntress would scowl over at her; it evidently had been her’s. “Why didn’t you say so? I - I just-.. I don’t know, Y/n was hungry, so-”
“Just - don’t do it again,” she uttered, “I’m gonna have to start writing my names on things now, I guess.”
“Good idea,” Harley chimed, “I should start doing that, too; that was smart-”
“Big whoop,” you murmured, whilst hiding your face from them, “that’s - that’s an easy thing to come up with; I could come up with something like that so much faster.”
Harley would then smirk down at you, whilst Huntress rolled her eyes, before leaving the room. “Aww, is somebody jealous?” She inquired, and you would scoff, before shaking your head, evidently in denial. “Don’t worry,” she cooed, before delicately connecting her lips to your’s, and you would instantly melt into the kiss, whilst butterflies began to flutter around in the lower depths of your stomach, overwhelming you in the best way possible, “you’ll always be my number one, little wolfy, no matter what.”
“G-Good,” you replied, your face instantly a lot brighter than it had been, before, “because you’ll always be my number one, too - always, I promise.”
You then winced, finding yourself feeling tired again, and Harley would smile sadly down at you, after you’d yawned, and your eyes were half-lidded again. “You should get some more sleep, Alpha,” she advised, “you’ve had a long day, and need to rest to get better for me.” You would nod gravely, and Cane would hesitantly stand up, though she’d rather stay to make sure that you were okay, after what had happened not too long ago, now. “You should get to bed now, too, Cassie; you’ve got school tomorrow,” she reminded, and Cane would wince; she’d completely forgotten, “goodnight.”
“Night,” Cane returned, before dragging herself from the room, and leaving you both alone again.
“You - You don’t need to stay here all night, if you’re mad at me for lying, earlier,” you reassured her, but she would shake her head quickly, before resting her head on top of your’s affectionately, and stroking your hair with her left hand.
“I’m not mad at you,” she claimed, “I’m just glad you’re okay, Nugget, but - just - promise me you won’t ever lie again, because - I could have lost you, today, and-.. I-.. I don’t ever want something like that to happen, ever again.”
“I won’t, I promise,” you responded, “and you won’t ever come even close to losing me again, like-.. like you did, today.”
“Good,” she replied, “now - get some sleep, Alpha, and hopefully you’ll feel a little better, tomorrow.” You would then nod, before briefly connecting your lips to her’s again affectionately, and once it was sadly over, you buried your face into the crook of her neck, after letting your eyelids flutter shut.
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“No fair,” Cane whined, after the Christmas party you’d all set up gradually came to a close, “I should be able to stay, too, and to have access to all those drinks you guys have been having - not just the soft stuff-”
Harley would snort alongside you, amused by Cane’s reaction. “I knew it!” She chimed, and Cane would grunt, before looking away from you both. “You’re just jealous that we can drink, and you can’t,” she pieced together, and the Birds of Prey, including even Huntress, would burst out laughing with you both, “don’t worry, Cassie, you’ll get there eventually, and just think - tomorrow morning, you’ll have all your presents to open - exciting, right?”
“Sure,” she uttered, before begrudgingly dragging herself up the stairs, “night!”
“I guess we should be heading off to bed, too,” Renee mused, “got a few thugs to catch tomorrow, after you’ve both returned to the other side with Waller and Bloodsport.”
Harley would appear disheartened by the reminder, but would try to hide it from them; she liked being away from the mission you both were currently on, and it only made you want to try and fight even harder than you already were to end it; to kill the Omega Prime Minister, and his army of both Omegas beneath him and hunters. “I suppose it would probably be sensible,” she remarked, though she’d rather stay up, “gotta-.. be prepared - for training, tomorrow - and pushing the next bout of hunters and stinky Omegas back. What do you say, Alpha?”
“You’re right,” you corroborated, before standing up after her, and smiling over at the others, “we’ll see you all in the morning to do the presents - c’mon, Quinzels.”
“Night, guys,” she concluded, before following you up the stairs to your and her bedroom, but it wouldn’t be long before you’d both be woken up again by more howling close by, except it wasn’t the Omegas this time, it was your pack calling for your assistance; they’d devised a plan to try and infiltrate the hidden base the Omega Prime Minister had been currently residing in recently to try and trick the group, and ensure his own ‘safety’ whilst building his army up even more.
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You would tense up immediately after hearing your pack howling for you, and Harley would wake up shortly after you had, upon hearing them. “Y/n-? What’s going on?” She inquired sleepily, before sitting up, after you’d gotten out of bed to look out the window, finding each of them stood below, and some weaving between the trees behind those stood at the edge of Apocalypse Forest. “Is it the Omegas again?” She pried, and you would hesitate, before glancing back at her; they’d phased to you their plan through their pack bond which was connecting them to you, and you were afraid of how she might react if you told her about it, whilst at the same time feeling bad for considering lying to her again, after you’d promised her before that you wouldn’t.
“No,” you claimed, before turning to face her fully, and she would shyly walk up to you, before wrapping her arms around your waist, and you would smile softly over at her, whilst you returned the embrace, and she buried her face into the crook of your neck; she was worried about what their sudden outburst might mean for you both, and was terrified that she might lose you, if whatever they were planning on doing resulted in them being ambushed again, and you almost being killed, “they’re just - bombing me with all the: ‘I really wish you were here right now with us’ kind of things, as it’s basically-” You would quickly look up at the clock, to make sure that it was past Midnight, now, “well, Christmas day, now - we’re just past midnight.”
“Oh,” she replied, whilst expressing relief, and smiling lovingly over at you, “w-well, if you want, we could - go down there and spend some time with them?”
You would hesitate, before shaking your head. “Tomorrow,” you answered, whilst lifting your right hand up to her left cheek, and she would subconsciously lean into your touch, before leading you slowly back toward your and her bed.
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The next morning, you’d made sure to get up earlier than the others and Harley to talk to your pack, and to try and negotiate a time for you all to try and infiltrate the Omega Prime Minister’s base, but you would also request for them, before concluding the secret meeting, to not say a word about the plan, at least until Christmas and Boxing day had passed, so you could all have a couple of somewhat more peaceful days, before the approaching - supposed - final battle, and once the secret meeting had been concluded, you snuck back up to your and Harley’s bedroom to rejoin her in bed, until she and the others began to stir.
“What? It’s not my fault that I look better in your clothes than you do,” Harley remarked playfully, after you’d found yourself staring longingly over at her; you’d offered her the jacket that Canary had bought for you so she could try it on, and you would smirk, amused by her response to your subconscious action.
“Damn right you do,” you corroborated, before leaning forward to kiss her lovingly, and she would melt into the kiss, whilst smiling warmly against your lips, but you would both try not to deepen it, no matter how much you wanted to, as the others were in the room, and neither of you wanted to make things awkward. “I love you so much,” you expressed, your voice close to a whisper whilst you did, and she would grin over at you, her eyes glinting whilst she did, before she connected her forehead to your’s, wishing you could both stay there for longer, with Cane, Bruce, and the Birds of Prey, “M-Merry Christmas, Quinzels.”
“Merry Christmas, Alpha,” she returned, before you both returned your attention to Cane, who was in the process of opening her gifts from the both of you.
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After Christmas, and Boxing day, you still found you couldn’t tell them about the plan; you were terrified of how they might react to it, and even more so whenever you found yourself thinking about what could happen to Harley, if it was carried out; it was extremely risky, and could potentially lead to many more deaths than you’d been expecting, or hoping it would. However, your hiding it began to frustrate your pack, and Cane soon overheard you fighting with them about it, but she wouldn’t say anything to Harley or the others, after you’d - a few days before - found out that she’d been going out, in secret, with one of the boys from her school. “I won’t tell, if you don’t,” she stated, after you’d realised that she’d had to have been listening, upon you finding her waiting for you inside the base, and you would nod gravely, before you both awkwardly returned to the living room, where Harley, Bruce, and the Birds of Prey currently were, watching tv together.
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“Got anything to say to us, before we go to bed?” Harley inquired, and Cane would wince, before shaking her head. “Oh c’mon,” she whined, “it’s only a simple, yet meaningful three words, Cassie.”
You couldn’t help, but giggle softly, amused by her attempts to try and get Cane to say the three words you both loved to hear. “Fine,” she gave in, “I - love you both - ugh, that’s disgusting, now get out; I’m tired.”
“Good,” she chimed, “we love you, too - we’ll get out of your hair, now. Goodnight!”
“Night,” Cane returned, and Harley would then get up off of the edge of her bed, before leaving the room, and waiting for you by the door of your and her’s.
“Night, kiddo,” you replied, before hesitantly pushing yourself off of the doorframe, and toward Harley. She would smile lovingly over at you, glad to see that you and Cane were getting along much better, now, before opening the door for you, and you would smile your thanks back at her, before slipping into the room, and she would follow immediately after, closing the door whilst she went.
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The next morning, you had been called by your pack again - well, you thought you had been, but it had been two members in particular who had summoned you, and it worried you to find that it had been them - Caesar and Michael - the two members you found yourself having the least amount of trust in, after they’d almost gotten you killed by abandoning you after the ambush which had come before you being reunited with Harley again. It didn’t take you long, to deem your decision to answer their call a bad one; you soon found them beating you; they evidently - and had made it exceptionally clear - that they didn’t like the fact that you’d been holding back their plan, and hadn’t even told anyone about it yet, aside from the fact that they disapproved of the fact that you’d imprinted on a human, and hadn’t changed her yet - they also just didn’t like you, and hated the fact that they had to follow you. Once they were done, you found yourself limping back toward the base, and would falter as soon as you noticed Harley stood by the back door, hugging herself whilst she did; it was currently quite cold out - 9 or so degrees, you recalled, after you’d checked a little earlier upon waking up to them howling for you.
Her heart would sink, upon noticing all the cuts and bruises you’d returned with, and the small blood trail you were leaving behind you, evidently from your right leg. “Y/n,” she mustered feebly, before rushing over to you, and throwing her arms around you. “Are you okay? W-What happened? Who the fuck hurt you?” She questioned, after holding you at arm’s length, and you found you couldn’t even respond, feeling much too weak to, and you found you even couldn’t hold yourself up for much longer, and began to lean heavily against her, prompting her to protectively wrap her arms around your waist, whilst she looked around, after hearing chuckling nearby; Michael and Caesar had evidently been following you. “Show yourselves, I dare you!” She demanded, and they would step out, like the fools they were. She then brandished her spear, and lugged it in their direction, prompting them to swiftly retreat with their tails between their legs; they’d changed back to make a faster getaway. “Don’t you ever come near her again, because I will kill you next time!” She threatened after them, before returning her attention to you, her eyes again full of the concern she was currently holding for you.
“You’re-.. gonna be in deep shit, w-when-.. when their mama finds out you threatened them like that,” you managed in a shaky whisper, and Harley would shrug; she didn’t care, evidently, as she was only focussed on protecting and treating you, in this moment.
“I don’t care what she tries to do to me,” she replied, whilst slowly leading you back toward the base, “you are all that matters to me, Alpha; without you, I have nothing-”
“That’s not true,” you contradicted, a hurt look on your face whilst you glanced over at her, “you’ll always be everything, e-even without me, and you should care about what she might try and do, because when werewolves want revenge, it gets-.. very - bloody.”
“I hope you’re right about that, because I like a messy battle,” she remarked, “but don’t worry, I’ll try not to - well, kill her, if you’ll permit me to try and defend myself if she does decide to try and take action against me?”
“Only if I’m not there to try and defend you, myself,” you hesitantly corroborated quietly, and she would beam over at you, finding how you always being so protective and willing to defend her flattering, and the thought seem to even fluster her a little, “o-or if I get knocked out, or something, b-but - that won’t happen, I promise; I won’t let it.”
“You don’t always have to be so quick to try and risk your life for me, you know that, right?” She inquired, and you would falter, a look of disbelief on your face, whilst you were looking over at her again.
“Are you kidding me?” You responded, and she would simply shake her head, whilst intertwining the fingers of her free left hand with the trembling fingers of your pale right one. “I do have to,” you claimed, “not just because I want to, but because I can’t let you die; I can’t live without you, Quinzels, you-.. you mean-.. everything to me; more than life itself, a-and-.. if I lost you, I’d lose everything, including everything within me keeping me the way I am; I exist only for you, a-and that’s all I want, hence why I gave you my stone wolf, remember?”
She couldn’t help, but smile lovingly over at you, whilst tears threatened to escape her stunning icy blue eyes. “I love you so much,” she expressed, and you would try to return the significant three words to her, but before you could, you found yourself on the verge of collapsing again, and would whimper quietly whilst you did, but she would manage to catch you and hold you up again before you could hit the ground. “It’s okay, Nugget,” she cooed, “I’ve got you; I’ll never let you fall, ever, I promise, and I swear I will do everything I can to try and stop you from losing me, as long as you promise me that I’ll never lose you.”
You would smile softly up at her, wondering why - especially when she was still human, and had more free will - she still cared about you the way that she did, and still wanted to be by your side: to be your mate, after everything you’d both been through together. “You’ll never lose me, I promise,” you returned, “I love you, m-more than anything, and I will always fight just to be able to stay by your side, even when you decide you don’t want to be my mate anymore.”
“Y/n,” she whined, a hurt look on her face, and you would wince, “you - you know that that will never happen; I love you, and I could never love anyone else as much as I do you, you know that, right?”
“I know,” you replied, trying not to appear doubtful, though you were; you would always worry that she might find someone better than you, and leave you to rot and become an omega, or even to just die, but at the same time, you hated yourself for thinking that she would do that to you, when you knew, or rather hoped, that she wouldn’t consider hurting you like that, “you-.. still want me to change you, right? Once - Once this is all over?”
“Of course I do,” she answered, “I wanna be a big scary wolf, like you; you’re awesome!”
“Then you will be,” you chimed, glad to hear that she hadn’t had a change of heart, “but if you ever do decide you don’t-”
“I’ll always want to be like you,” she reassured, “now c’mon - I gotta get you patched up, before the big scary mom comes looking for me.” You would wince, before nodding in agreement, and nervously looking over your shoulder to check that she wasn’t already stalking you both, which she didn’t appear to be; she still had yet to hear about how Harley had threatened them, but little did you both know that she would be in agreement with you both that Harley had done nothing wrong; she’d only been defending you - her mate - and that was natural. You would both also be glad to hear that she’d punished Michael and Caesar for attacking you like they had, and that they wouldn’t be bothering you as much as they had been, anymore.
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“I was wondering - why would they even attack you like that?” Harley inquired, after Renee had patched you up again, like she’d had to, before, not too long ago, now.
You would falter, and try to quickly think of an answer, afraid of how she might react if you told her about the plan you’d been recently hiding from them. “T-They just, er-.. well, I suppose they’ve never really liked me very much, a-and - probably wouldn’t mind being alpha, themselves,” you stammered out, and she would appear disappointed; she’d actually found out, after briefly leaving the room, and coming across your diary, that you had been hiding the plan your pack had come up with for a little while now - she couldn’t believe you were lying to her again, after you’d promised her that you wouldn’t.
“Really?” She questioned, and you would nod quickly, suddenly appearing frightened of something; you were worried that she already knew, and would begin to curse yourself when you found out that she did. “Because - that’s not what your diary said, in it’s most recent entry,” she contradicted, and you would fall quiet, a pained expression on your face whilst you did; you couldn’t believe you’d left it out like you had, and had now evidently upset her again, like you’d vowed that you wouldn’t anymore.
“Harley,” you whined, but she would cut you off by dropping your diary down onto your and her bed beside you.
“When are you gonna start keeping your promises?” She pried, her voice briefly trembling whilst she did, before she stormed out of the room, and you couldn’t help, but break down a brief moment after she’d left you alone in the room; you were sick of hurting her by trying to do things that you thought would protect her, and wished she’d just give up on you, and find someone better than you. You even found yourself subconsciously slipping the ring off of your finger, and setting it down on the bedside table, before you forced yourself out of your and her bed, and limped toward the window, intending to give her some more space, though you weren’t currently in the same room anymore; you didn’t want her to feel as if she had to do anything else for you, after you’d upset her again, so you hurriedly removed your clothing, before leaping out of the window, and tearing into your wolf form mid-air whilst you did, so you could stagger toward Apocalypse Forest, and the waterfall you’d grown up, and found yourself changing with.
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The next day, Harley wouldn’t know that you’d gone, until the morning came, and you were all, excluding you, of course, sat around the kitchen table eating breakfast together. Things seemed to be okay, until Harley had noticed that Cane had been trying to hide the left side of her neck, prompting her to grow suspicious of her, and to, when she was least expecting it, lean over suddenly and move her hair out of the way, revealing a few dark marks which shocked Harley, and Renee alongside her, after Renee had managed to get a not-so-good look at them, too. “Cassandra Cane, are those hickeys on your neck?” Harley questioned, and Cane would then wince, before rushing up to her room, but before Harley could follow her, Renee would stop her, worried about her possibly going about things the wrong way, in response to Cane’s evident actions behind each of their backs.
You would then burst through the back door, upon sensing that Harley had been distressed by something, worrying you; you’d thought that she was in trouble, evidently, and was terrified of the possibility of her getting either hurt, or killed. ‘What happened?’ You phased, and had forgotten that they’d thought that you were still upstairs in bed, after you’d had to be treated.
You then rushed up to Harley’s right side to examine her, and try to find any wounds she might have somehow been given, whilst you had been away from her. She would then shove you away gently, after she’d regained composure, and you would falter, whilst beginning to feel guilty all over again for lying to her, and upsetting her the day before. She would feel bad for pushing you away upon noticing the hurt look on your face, before standing up, whilst her eyes began to glisten. “You’re sneaking out now?” She hissed shakily, but before you could answer, she would rush forward, and crouch down in front of you so she could throw her arms around you; she was just glad that you were okay, and hadn’t returned in a worse state than you had been in, before. “I’m so sorry,” she whined, before pressing her face into the crook of your neck, whilst she began to cry, making you feel even worse; you hated seeing her upset, and wished you’d not lied to her, and the others about the plan, “I shouldn’t have stormed out like that, I know; I should have given you a chance to explain-”
‘No, Quinzels,’ you interjected gently, whilst tears began to cloud your vision, too, ‘you were right for reacting the way you did; I shouldn’t have lied like that, I was just scared of telling you and the others about their plan; it’s - it’s incredibly risky, a-and.. and - I could lose you; I can’t let that happen-’
“Every plan we come up with to end this is gonna be risky, Alpha,” she reminded you, “there’s nothing we can do to try and make it any safer, and.. there’s equally nothing we can do to try and prevent anything happening to any of us; to prevent any-.. casualties.. we’ve just gotta try and - avoid them, and think positively; we can end this, Nugget, I know we can, and I can’t promise that we’ll get out of it completely unharmed, or alive, but - I believe - if we try hard enough; if we fight hard enough, and stick together - we can.” She would then delicately brush away a stray tear from your left cheek with her right thumb, as her right hand was now resting upon it, prompting you to subconsciously lean into her touch, whilst you locked eyes with her in the best way possible. “Can’t we?” She inquired, hoping you believed that you all could, too.
You would then smile softly over at her, whilst your eyes began to glint, prompting her heart to skip a beat, and a smile to tug at the corners of her lips again, before you nodded. ‘Damn right we can,’ you answered, and she would beam victoriously over at you, until Cane re-entered the room, appearing worried again.
“Y/n’s not-..” She would fall quiet, upon noticing you with Harley. “Upstairs anymore,” she concluded quietly, before warily stepping back, and you would wonder why the atmosphere in the room had suddenly grown to be so intense, prompting you to look between Harley and Cane for a moment, a puzzled expression on your face whilst you did.
‘What’s-’
“Someone’s been giving Cassie hickeys,” Harley answered, and you would suddenly falter again, before grimacing, and subconsciously rising, whilst your irises began to flicker dangerously between their bold orange colour and a bright red.
‘I’ll kill them,’ you growled quietly, and Harley would wrap her arms around your neck to try and provide comfort to you, and calm you down; she was worried about you possibly getting into trouble with Waller if she found out that you had tried to maul a child.
“Nobody’s dying today, Nugget,” she cooed, before returning her attention to Cane, who was shifting uncomfortably in place, “just - tell us - what’s their name? Are they in your year?”
She would suddenly appear fearful, worried about what Harley might be planning to do to her boyfriend, Noah. “W-Why?” She questioned, and Harley would wince, before thinking for a moment, and shrugging a little whilst she did.
“Oh, nothing,” she answered, but Cane wouldn’t believe that, at all, “I just wanna talk to them, nothing particularly serious.”
“You can’t-”
“I think I can, and I will-”
“Harley,” Renee warned, but Canary would find herself amused by the situation, as well as concerned about what Noah might end up doing to Cane.
“I think we should, Renee,” Canary corroborated, “just to make sure he’s suitable enough for her, and to set some boundaries.”
Renee would think about it for a moment, before begrudgingly giving in, and nodding. “Fine,” she replied, before turning to face Cane, “where do they live?”
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“Oh c’mon,” Cane whined, “please let me go with you-”
“No,” Harley interjected, and she would groan, evidently frustrated, as well as worried about what might happen to Noah.
“Why not-?” She retorted, and you would smile reassuringly over at Harley, noticing she seemed a little annoyed, still, after what has happened, with her finding the hickeys on Cane’s neck.
“Because I’m pretty sure I told you to stay in the car,” Harley answered, and Cane would grunt, before turning away from her, and you would shuffle toward the car door after she’d gotten out next to you, “make sure she doesn’t try to escape, Alpha, I’ll be back soon.”
She would then lean down to briefly connect her lips to your’s lovingly, and you would instantly melt into the kiss, before smiling warmly back at her after the kiss had sadly ended, whilst your heart began to race. “Good luck trying to get through to them,” you offered, and Harley would wince, before smiling her thanks back at you, and rushing off to catch up to the others who were waiting at the gate of Noah’s parent’s house.
You would then turn to face the centre of the car, and could feel that Cane was glaring over at you. “You promised they wouldn’t find out,” she reminded you, and you would falter, “where were you?”
“Out,” you answered simply, “I had to-”
“No, you didn’t,” she contradicted, “you probably just rushed out for some other selfish reason; you’re pathetic.”
You would sigh, before nodding your head gravely; you knew she was right; you’d felt as if you had to be away from them for a little while, to try and protect them, and to take your anger and sadness out on the tres and boulders you came across. “Yeah,” you murmured, “you’re probably right about that, kiddo; I could have stayed, and this wouldn’t have happened-”
“Do you know what I’m gonna have to do, now?” Cane inquired, and you would nod again.
“Tell them about the plan I’ve been trying to hide from them,” you answered, “but - it’s too late.. they already know about it, now.”
Cane would fall quiet for a moment, shocked, as well as irritated to hear that she now had nothing to mentally burden you with, for letting them find out about her and Noah. “How?” She hissed, and you would bow your head a little, whilst you thought about how there was a chance you could lose Harley, if the plan was carried out, soon finding yourself fighting back tears again; you were terrified, and found you couldn’t prompt yourself to be positive about the plan, at all, after a few nights of considering every single possibility. “For god’s sake,” she continued, and you would try to swallow the lump in your throat, before nodding again timidly.
“I could still be hurt, y’know, even if you don’t have anything else to tell them about me,” you replied, “even though it wasn’t you who told them - If I lost Harley, I don’t-..” A strained sob would manage to escape your lips, but you would try and cover it up with a shaky and unconvincing cough. “I don’t know what I’d do,” you expressed, your voice barely audible, “I’d lose.. I’d lose everything, a-and.. I could become an Omega; like one of those monsters. I could - hurt - so many people.. She’s the only one keeping me tethered to this world; I exist, and was made only for her, and if she dies, I would rather die, too, alongside her.”
“So you’d kill yourself, and leave me to fend for myself?” She guessed, and you would glance over at her, whilst the tears streamed down your cheeks.
“You’d be fine,” you claimed, and she would scoff, before looking away from you, “you have the Birds of Prey-”
“But you aren’t them; you and Harley are supposed to be my parents,” she interrupted, and you found you couldn’t respond; you weren’t sure how to, “screw you.” She would then swiftly take off one of her sneakers, before hitting you across the face with it, shocking you, and allowing her to quickly lean over you and snatch the car keys from you so she could unlock it, and sprint away from it.
“Cassie!” You called, and would stagger out of your side of the car, but you found she had disappeared from your vision by the time you’d managed to get out, and recover yourself. “Shit,” you spat, whilst Canary and Huntress attempted to run after her, and Harley and Renee had decided to return to you, “I’m so sorry, Quinzels..”
Harley would falter when she noticed the red mark on your right cheek, and you would bow your head again after she’d released your chin. “She hit you-?” She mused, but you wouldn’t respond, finding you couldn’t; you were trying not to cry again, feeling guilty for letting her run away like that. “Y/n,” she cooed, “look at me.. Does it hurt? D-Do you want me to get you anything?”
“I don’t need anything,” you tried to reassure her, before anxiously looking toward Apocalypse Forest, “but Cassie might; she’s heading into Omega territory.”
“We’re gonna get her out,” she promised, “and they won’t even touch her, I’m sure they won’t.” She would then turn to face Renee, who was evidently worried, and anxious to go after Cane, before the Omegas could get to her. “C’mon, I wanna have stern words with her, before the Omegas can,” she encouraged, and Renee would nod, before rushing toward Apocalypse Forest alongside you both, “I’ll make sure she won’t hit you again like that, and I’ll get that mark to fade and the pain to go away before the sun’s gone down, I promise.”
“Don’t bother,” you responded, “it was my fault, Quinzels..”
She would appear puzzled, glancing over at you, whilst she began to slow down a little after you had. “What do you mean?” She inquired, and you would wince, before looking away from her. “Y/n-”
You would both be cut off by a roar nearby, and you would falter, noticing the Omega running toward you both. “Look out-!” You cried, but she would be - despite her attempt to jab at the omega with her spear - knocked down, and would fall unconscious as soon as the back of her head had hit the ground.
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Hope you enjoyed it! ❤️
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raineandsky · 1 year ago
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tw: implied torture / abuse, betrayal
When the hero opens her door, the last person she expected to see there was the villain, scrunched up on her front porch like they’re hiding from the rain.
“I’m sorry,” they say, their voice taut with exhausted fear. “I had nowhere else to go.”
The hero lets them in, because heroism hasn’t made her a monster just yet. She lets them flop on her sofa, lets them clean up in her bathroom, lets them borrow some spare clothes from her wardrobe. In return, they let her help them.
The villain’s really torn up; both physically and mentally. They don’t talk about it. A week passes, and they graduate from the sofa to sharing the hero’s bed. She doesn’t mind—there’s plenty of room for the two of them. The villain doesn’t seem to realise this in their sleep, and spends an awful lot of time in her space at night. 
The hero’s seen the scars littering their skin, fresh from some war they won’t discuss. She doesn’t mention it, but she takes extra care with them on the rare occasion the villain lets her help them bathe. She can see their relief at the kindness she shows them, despite the fact she keeps reminding them that it isn’t.
The villain cooks, sometimes. They’re not great at it, but they say it’s payment for her kindness. She says it’s not a kindness, but that doesn’t stop them from taking over her kitchen every so often.
A month passes. The villain’s almost back on their feet. The scars start to heal, the tension loosens its grip from their muscles. They smile, for the first time, when they present her with a slightly burnt pot of rice. A little embarrassed, but a smile all the same. “Burnt by kindness,” they tell her.
50 days pass. The hero’s been counting. The villain disappears off to bed soon after dinner. The hero had insisted on cooking it, to celebrate their recovery. “I’m glad you’re better,” she’d said brightly. “Let me help you one last time before you inevitably try to leave.”
The villain goes to sleep on their side of the bed, mostly, and wakes up in a dingy concrete room. Windowless, shut off from the outside world, and flaunting a terrifying array of powertools on the opposite wall.
They’re still groggy, their head swimming, as they try to figure out where they are and how they ended up here. They’re upright, sitting in a spindly wooden dining chair. They feel the burn of raggedy rope cutting into their wrists before they see it, the arms of the seat forced flush against their own.
There’s a dull clunk of footsteps against stairs behind them. “Ah, you’re awake,” the hero says brightly. “I was worried I’d gone a little heavy with the drugs.”
The villain’s mind is still playing catch up. This situation surely isn’t what it seems to be. “Wh– drugs? What’d you mean?”
The hero shrugs as she finally wanders into their line of sight, lovingly flicking her finger against a circular saw hanging from the wall. “You didn’t think your stay here was free, did you?” she asks innocently.
The villain can only stare at her with wide eyes, their mouth trying to form words that won’t come, and the hero grins at them like this is a game. “I told you that it wasn’t kindness that let you into my home,” she continues after a moment. “I gave you 50 days of my time. I’d like 50 of yours in return.”
“I– I tried to thank you,” the villain points out a little desperately, and the hero only shakes her head mournfully.
“Oh, you poor little thing,” the hero coos mockingly. “No. Now, 50 days is a long time. I expect you to tell me everything about your little criminal organisation in that time.” A hand curves affectionately over the handle of a chisel. “But don’t you worry. I’m sure nothing I do will be as bad as whatever forced you into the claws of your enemy.”
She unhooks a hacksaw from the wall, twisting it testily in her hand. “Now, why don’t you tell me about the guy running it all? A name will do.”
She turns to them with an expectant smile. The villain’s wrists twist a little desperately against the ropes cutting into their skin, a struggle that they know is in vain. “I– I don’t know. I was– I only met him once. I don’t remember him at all.”
The hero tuts disappointedly, and the villain makes some strangled sound of dread when she closes the space between them. “50 days is a long time, darling,” she reminds them sweetly.
Heroism hadn’t made her a monster before, sure, but it’s never too late to start.
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rottonfishie · 1 month ago
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Ivory Laws - (Ivory Girl AU)
A little AU of the Ivory Girl AU inspired by the "Monkey Cop" show in the Canon series.
TW : Mentions of Murder, Terrorism, poisoning, abuse, organised crime.
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Baigujing - Special Agent
Baigujing or more commonly remembered as "Lady Ivory," was an ex-terrorist that threatened the city of Megaprolis. Due to her heinous crimes, she was set to be executed but was saved by an experimental program nickednamed "The Pilgram Project," created by the CC (Celestial Court), to rehabilitate convicts.
After Baigujing was rehabilitated by the program and she was pardoned of her crimes. She disappeared from the eyes of the public, only to brought back decades later after an influx of familiar crimes began to rise back in the city. In a new time, Baigujing must live her life in the Pilgram Project, once again, but this time, running it.
Bai he - Apprentice (Pilgram Pr.)
Bai he is a young woman who grew up in the wrong neighbourhood of Megaprolis, forced to fall to small petty crimes to get by, leading her to take on more than she could chew. With a charge of murder under her belt, Bai he graciously took the offer to be a part of the Pilgram Project.
Now, working under Baigujing, Bai he is able to flourish and help crack down on the influx of crimes that seemed to be suspiciously rising in the city.
Redson Niugong - Pilgram Pr.
A promising young man who just couldn't avoid the life of crime. Despite his privileged background, he was an intelligent hacker who threatened the very security that MPC (Megaprolis Police Commission) swore to keep. Eventually, his crimes were tracked back by one to many missteps he had taken.
Due to his marvellous abilities, he was accepted into the Pilgram Project under Baigujing.
Queenie Zhuwang - Pilgram Pr.
A woman running a humble bakery in a shady part of the city. Suspiciously, people who visited her bakery seemed to leave with one less family member after her services. Eventually, it was discovered that she had been creating and trafficking poisons, assisting in multiple murders.
Her expertise in poisons caught the eye of the pilgram project, and she was accepted under Baigujing.
Xiezi Shamo Huang ‐ Pilgram Pr.
A customer of Queenie poisoning her abusive husband. She seemed to continue her crimes to the rest of in-laws, her mother-in-law, father-in-law, and brother-in-law, all dying in the same way as her husband. Eventually, the receipts of her purchases were discovered, and she was convicted of murder.
She was given another chance in Pilgram Project, and accepted under Baigujing.
Bingo Long - Pilgram Pr.
A member of the Long family, an organised crime syndicate that ruled Megaprolis with an iron fist. After being arrested, his family left him to the wolves. He accepted the offer to join the Pilgram Project, under Baigujing, in hopes of getting a reduced sentence.
Mimi - Therapy Dog
A stray dog taken in by Baigujing as an unofficial therapy dog.
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cynical-tuba · 1 year ago
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Hi! I sort of fell in love with that Leo the Toreador ghoul that keeps popping up on my feed because I'm hopelessly browsing VtM content. He looks like he's so done with life, but I also like his design. His hair is very pretty.
Could you tell me more about him? (or point me to where more content resides? I haven't had the time to dig deeper)
Oh wow firstly thank you so much for your ask! This is the first one I've had actually, and super thrilled it's about Leo!
I don't have a master post about him but I suppose now is a good of a time is any so let's go!
(Tw: Abuse mention)
Our Dark Ages game takes place in Oxford England in 1348. The game started in October.
Leo, (Pantaleo) is from Florence, Italy, what is now considered Santo Spirito. He has a love for music, good Tuscan wine, and Italian bread. He and his Domitor along with five other Apprentices traveled to Oxford to escape the Pestilence that was ravaging all of Europe at the time.
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He came to meet his future Domitor, Dante at an orgy. Leo's best friend Marco told him it would be good money so they both found themselves caught up in this world. Let me note, he was an attendant pouring wine, handing out towels and snacks when he witnessed Dante feed from a vessel. He struck up an interesting conversation and Dante was impressed. Leo kept coming back to him, impressed by his art and personality. Eventually he came to study arts under his wing. He ran away from home and responsibilities to serve this Toreador.
( below Cotarie member 1# Emir Muzaka and Dante having a tiff. Art by @spell-fox )
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He is in charge of 5 other artists under Dante all of whom are older than him so it was quite a bit of a march to earn their respect. Marco included. He enjoys painting Lucifer, admiring how he was able to break free from god and slip away from his control. He loves painting flowers as well.
He loves to play the lute and if the metal Genre existed back then he'd be a death screamer. The man carries a lot of stress and it feels like I'm playing a 40 year old man.
(picture by @spell-fox )
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Leo in his opinion had a normal life, a normal upbringing but I feel it was hardly anything but. He would be that kind of person to tell a story about his mother drinking all day instead of parenting because it's "funny" and the entire room would go silent, feeling sorry for him.
His Domitor Dante is demanding, flakey and depends on Leo to help him organise, make decisions but Leo also challenges him, having the bravery to tell Dante what he truly thinks about the world. Dante is controlling of him emotionally manipulative. He is abusive at times. All except physically. Leo wants to break free of him by any means and in the Chronicle has been trying to impress Cainites with his bravery, wanting to be embraced into their world by any other means than Dante.
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Then there's the second Cotarie member, Emir, (played by @urbanknightart ) the man who followed him around the first night Leo came to Oxford like a lost sheep. Wouldn't you know it he's a Malkavian priest! He "hears the voice of God" as a derangement of his and Leo is doubling down on his views of "god's not real you have free will" perspective. Emir has the power to see visions and can hear god when he touched the cross on his belt.
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Emir has adopted the abused and mistreated ghoul, taking care of him, offering him food, insisting Leo hangs out with his own ghoul, Æthelfrid. Emir has protected Leo from a woman giving him a magical drink, wing manned for Leo and the Sheriff (Picture Below), took him on errands so he had an excuse not to go back to his Terrible domitor, and made Leo tell him all about his feelings in the church's confession booth.
Some of my posts have included a Suit of armour. That suit of armour contains a Nosferatu Sheriff named Hengist.
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Leo met him when he arrived in Oxford, expressing to him how much be hates England, how it was so cold and he hadn't seen any flowers. The knight kindly pointed him in the direction of a garden where he could see amarth flowers. Leo visited them to paint them and returned the knights gesture by offering him the painting in return. Amarth, as be came to learn later has the meaning of undying love.
They then made love in a closet without Leo ever seeing his face. Leo also let him feed on him, offering his blood, "Dantes blood" to the knight. He accepted.
He offered to teach Leo how to protect himself and did a day of training, taking him to a field of flowers. They discussed the idea of Leo wanting to be embraced, this giving the Nosferatu the courage to carry through with the courtship.
So that's how he started dating the sheriff.
Oh he's also dating the ghoul of Hengist's brother, (The Prince of Oxford, Horsa.)
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That's a thing. (both parties are aware of this) This lovely ghoul in mention is an anxiety ridden info dumping nerdy lad named Godwin who was the first NPC that greeted him in the game. They are also very cute. But I've made this post long enough and fear making it go on for ages longer.
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I was considering sharing this Chronicle (with the agreement of the story teller and the other player but it does contain adult themes and situations that all three of us have discussed about before hand but I'm noooot sure to be honest maybe some day we will! As we log every session in a synopsis)
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!TW! This chapter contains mentions of domestic abuse!
Everything was just too good to be true, you knew it. You didn’t get the feeling of anything being wrong until it was too late. Henry wasn’t who he pretended he was. Of course, you knew that, some people tried warning you but you blew them off thinking they were just jealous.
As you took the next step in your relationship and moved in together, the cracks in Henry's façade slowly started to reveal themselves. What was once a picture-perfect and loving boyfriend became tainted with hidden truths. At first, it was subtle things—little inconsistencies that you brushed off as misunderstandings or coincidences. You noticed how Henry's charming smile would sometimes falter, replaced by a coldness in his eyes that sent a shiver down your spine. His once endearing quirks now seemed calculated, designed to manipulate rather than express genuine affection. The way he spoke to you changed, his words laced with veiled criticisms and subtle put-downs that chipped away at your self-esteem.
The supportive partner you once knew transformed into someone who belittle your dreams and aspirations, making you doubt your own worth. The promises of love and devotion were replaced by broken commitments and empty apologies.
As the months passed, you couldn't ignore the sinking feeling that something was deeply wrong. Your mother had voiced her concerns about Henry. Her warnings echoed in your mind, and you couldn't help but wonder if you had been too blinded by love to see the truth. Your once vibrant and joyful home became a battleground, filled with tension and emotional turmoil. The walls seemed to hold the weight of unspoken secrets, and the air was heavy with unaddressed grievances. You found yourself tiptoeing around Henry, afraid of setting off his volatile temper or triggering another round of emotional manipulation.
With each passing day, it became clearer that the person you had fallen in love with was merely a façade. Behind the charming smile and affectionate gestures lay a dark and twisted side that sought control and power. Henry's true colours, once hidden, were now impossible to ignore. Your heart ached for the love you had lost, for the person you thought Henry was. But deep down, you knew that the relationship had become toxic and unsustainable. The pain of realising that the person you loved was not who they pretended to be was almost unbearable, but it also ignited a fire within you— a determination to break free and reclaim your own happiness.
Summoning your strength, you made the difficult decision to confront Henry and end the relationship. It was a daunting task, as you knew his true colours could manifest in anger, manipulation, or even gaslighting. But you couldn't let fear dictate your life any longer. You deserved better, and it was time to reclaim your sense of self-worth.
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8 Months Prior
Your hands move swiftly, fueled by a mix of adrenaline, anxiety, and determination. You know that every passing second is precious, and there's no room for sentimentality or meticulousness.
Clothes spill out of drawers and tumble into the open suitcase, haphazardly folded or simply crumpled. Hangers clatter against each other as you yank them off the rack, their organised arrangement forgotten in the urgency of the moment. Your focus is solely on grabbing what you need and getting out as quickly as possible.
You reach for your essentials—your toothbrush, phone charger, and wallet—shoving them unceremoniously into the bag. The sound of zippers being pulled shut punctuates the frantic scene. The suitcase is overflowing, bursting at the seams with hastily gathered belongings. But you don't stop to organise or make it look presentable. Neatness is a luxury you can't afford right now. Survival is your only priority.
With one last look around the room, you take a deep breath, trying to steady your racing heartbeat. The space that was once filled with love and promises now feels hollow and empty. It's time to leave it all behind, to step into the unknown and forge a new path. As you grab the suitcase and whatever bags you packed, you can't help but feel a mix of sadness and liberation. In the midst of the chaos, you find a glimmer of strength.
Hot tears stream down your face, tracing a path along your cheeks as you try to steady your trembling hands. With blurred vision, you navigate through your contacts, searching for that one name that brings you a sense of comfort even in the darkest of times. Your fingers tremble as you dial the number.
As the phone rings, you can't help but feel a mixture of fear and hope. Finally, a voice on the other end breaks through the ringing. In a shaky voice, choked with emotion, you manage to say “Come pick me up, I’m ready”
“Already on my way, don’t worry girl”
“Thank you...”
As you make your way down the stairs, each step feels heavy with the weight of the shattered dreams and broken promises that now lay behind you. The pictures on the walls, once filled with joy and laughter, now serve as painful reminders of a love that was built on lies and deceit. Your gaze lingers on the photographs, capturing frozen moments of happiness. Memories flood your mind, tugging at your heartstrings. You remember the laughter shared, the dreams you once held together. It's a bittersweet realisation that what once brought you joy now brings a profound sense of loss.
Tears blur your vision as you continue to move through the living room, your hands clutching your belongings tightly. The familiar surroundings that were once filled with warmth and familiarity now feel foreign and cold. It's as if the very essence of the space has shifted, mirroring the shattered state of your heart.
You pause for a moment, a mix of emotions swirling within you. The pain of betrayal and the uncertainty of the future collide, causing a heaviness to settle in your chest. With a deep breath, you wipe away the tears that cascade down your cheek. The decision to leave was not easy, but it was necessary for your well-being and your future. As you step out of the living room, you carry with you the weight of the past but also the promise of a brighter tomorrow.
The sound of a car pulling up outside brings you back to the present moment. It's Maya.
You take one last look at the pictures on the wall, and the box sitting on the coffee table with a note underneath it. You know how Henry is going to react to all of this. You know he will try to get you back. This time you won’t allow it.
The sun hangs low in the sky, casting a warm golden hue over the surroundings as you step out of the house. The fresh air fills your lungs, providing a much-needed breather from the suffocating atmosphere of the past.
Maya stands beside the car, her eyes filled with empathy and determination. She knows the pain you've endured, and she's here to offer her unwavering support. As you approach, she opens the trunk of the car, the hinges creaking softly in the quiet neighbourhood. Together, you begin to load your belongings.
Maya's gentle touch and comforting presence provide a solace you desperately need. Her unwavering support reminds you that you are not alone in this journey, that there are people who love and care for you, ready to lift you up when you feel like you're drowning.
As the last of your belongings is carefully stowed away, Maya closes the trunk, the sound echoing in the quiet street. She turns to you, her eyes filled with compassion and determination. "We're going to be okay," she says softly, her voice a soothing balm to your wounded soul.
You offer her a grateful smile, tears glistening in your eyes. You climb into the car, the familiar scent of Maya's perfume enveloping you in a sense of comfort. As she starts the engine and the car glides forward, you watch as the house fades into the distance. It's a bittersweet goodbye. You wanted to make that house a home. You wanted to have that perfect life, with home cooked meals and a white picket fence and children playing tag in the backyard.
You realised it was not possible with a man like Henry, as much as you wanted it to be.
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kkkindered · 3 months ago
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MAFIA AU
tw; human tr*fficking themes, abuse, staged kidnappings, mentioned (pseudo) stockholm syndrome, exploitation through work. I think that's all, please let me know if I missed something
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Overall; Modelling/Art company is a cover-up for a pretty trafficking run. Modelling is such a pop-up market, and not every face is memorable, which makes getting victims easy.
The crime world is needy for all its uprisings and in fighting. Every club needs new attractions and every bed needs a new pretty face.
Stockholm syndrome is a working partner. If you pamper someone enough they forget where the rope burns came from and turn a blind eye to the extra favours. A rosy haze to add to the drugs being dutifully served. They hold major territory and hold many favours with drug circles.
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K'IN —
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• is unknowingly used to test all the drugs given to victims.
• their father stages their kidnappings to see how victims may react and their likely success
• as well as to keep them close to him. trusting
• They've figured it out soon enough when long modelling gigs and out country runway shows are done without a hitch and they're allowed to roam
• However as soon as they return to home base they must be kept inside at all times so they're 'safe'
• plays on their need for independence so they'll go out regardless
• while toying at their newfound fear of being grabbed and carried away the moment they step foot in public
• They've revealed their suspicions to their father and he was content in admitting his actions
• Quietly offering them to be the pretty face of their operation or it continues in more dangerous degrees
• "a lady running a trafficking run seems less grotesque than a man"
• K'in doesn't seem have much of a choice after that; so they accept
• they don't know much about the heist itself aside from taking care of important paperwork they're too terrified to peek at
• Though asking the trapped to take care of evidence leaves them all the more susceptible to 'saviours'
[Kin's brattiness and personality is more subdued in this verse and instead have small bouts of acting out instead of an outright prissy attitude. their masking skills to cater to people's wants are wonky because of them always live on edge and isolated for them to perfect the trait]
ONYX —
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She never left her underground fighting behind to turn pro. Too caught up in the violent high that regulated fights can’t give her
Did get caught by the police and was stuck behind bars for a few years but with the crime-ring beginning to become active they needed an in
She was the only one without steady alliance to any group and so their only option
Onyx didn't mind having an excuse to leave the prison. She was already closing in on her time there anyway.
She was promised a pretty penny if all went well and it meant a little less eyes on her while she tried to dig up information
The back and forth with the government only lasted a few months. Enough information for a good run in court. Sadly it didn’t come to pass
She got found out. She herself doesn’t know how it happened.
One moment she was standing over a desk filled of evidence, speaking with whoever, and the next she’s tied up with a stinging something and she’s being questioned
How she found herself an out and a permanent place within this organisation; is completely lost on her and she spent nights pondering on it for years
Nowadays she just lets the cards fall as they may. Questioning never did her any favours
Following the big man just two steps behind while he goes from meeting to meeting is her job now, and it gives her a place to rest her head at the end of the day
So she eyes the new shadow he has trailing him.
Ignoring bad taste coats her tongue when she hears the words ‘Father–’ leave the young thing’s mouth as the door closes
KIO —
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• He ends up in two positions; a hitman + a prostitute
• He was caught being a pickpocket by one of Astoria’s rival organisations.
• Was intended to be a mole when offered as a ‘gift’ to the man
• ‘A new pretty face to have around’
• Mr. Astoria was willing
• The mole heist was foiled by Kio being caught and then promptly given an out
• 'Work for me'
• He was a 19/20yr old that's struggling to get by; you can't blame him for accepting
• Great eye for detail and people's faces landed him being taught in a shooting range
• It stayed that way for a good few months before his flirty persona made the rounds
• He could be useful twice over, good for him
• Soon anytime he wasn't set for a kill he had warming a bed to get lazy post nut intel and make connections
• He loves the attention and hates the phantom eyes that comes with it
• It could've been worse, he thinks, as he checks his locks three times
DELTA —
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Mother and father are both cops but his mother was corrupt. Falling for a criminal of minimal standing but helping him and his people with crimes enough to change that.
Delta has met the woman a few times. Sees the heart eyes his mother has a turns a blind eye. The woman treats her well enough, and he can't stand being the one to tell his father what's been going on behind his back.
The lady tries to convince Delta to join her and her people. His mother even promises to help him if he truly wishes to. Knowing how severe his rebellion phase could've been if he didn't have his sports to occupy him and now with his leg— it would help him regain some control over his life. In some twisted way he supposes. His curiosity was piqued but he is still on the fence of it all.
[ all depends on the muse he's interacting with i'll decide whether or not he's dipped his toes into the criminal world or not :]
ZARA —
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Was caught by some men who her father gambled with while she was couch surfing
She needed a place to stay, and all they wanted was her to help them cheat in a round or three
It was much more than three months
The thrill was nice
She bad warm water and food she didn't have to fight for
She could handle it
Until she got too used to it
This particular round of poker got bloody by the end
She quite literally was scraping blood of the floor to get out of whatever the losers could ask for
She could handle herself— but riding the high cockiness and a few glasses it wasn't a fight ahe could risk
Word gets around
Made a name for herself as a cleaner and it worked.
A nice room, food, and money to spare seemed to make anything bareable
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ovwechoes · 3 months ago
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Do you have any rules for making requests? Stuff like characters or subjects you will and won't write about or certain contexts you won't write certain characters in? How many characters can we ask about per request? Will we get less content if we ask for more characters? And what about nsfw stuff? Any particular leanings or restrictions for that? Feel free to mention any thing else. Sorry about the all questions. Just want to make sure before doing anything. Thanks and have a great day!
Rules & FAQ Thank you for the ask! I've been wanting to do a rules post to outline what I write for and what I don't, and other things so that there's no confusion with people. So I'll use this ask as my rules page for now, and edit as needed.
As a general rule, I delete requests if you spam your ask multiple times on separate days - I understand if you're inpatient, but please give me time and rushing doesn't help anything. If you want to know where I'm at with your request, you're always free to send an ask asking or DM me personally. I don't take offence to asking, but spamming my inbox with those things won't make me work faster.
Characters I do/don't write: I'm happy to write for any of the overwatch characters, but in a romantic way and with a human reader, I won't write for Winston, Wrecking Ball, or Orisa (since she's canonically like 5). With them, I'd only feel comfortable writing for them in a platonic/general sense, nothing romantic or sexual with human readers. I won't write Lena Oxton/Tracer with a male reader, or Soldier:76 with a female reader either in romantic or sexual contexts. Also, I specialise in writing female characters, but I'm honestly happy to write for any gender/sexuality, with any type of reader as long as it doesn't clash with the above info.
Subjects I do/don't write: I avoid writing anything involving proship, incest, domestic abuse, and paedophilia. It's something I will always avoid, and I'm not lean about this. I will write for deeper subjects like mental health, drug abuse, stalking (as long as it's not a one sided situation), that sort of thing and use themes/tw/cw sections where available. For example, I won't write yandere if it's one sided or just the reader/character doing it to the other. Whereas, I'm happy to write it as a ‘matched their freak’ sort of situation where they're both obsessive with each other. I also won't write for the following kinks when it comes to nsfw requests (for my own comfort): cnc/consensual non-consensual, daddy kink/ddlg, thigh crushing, sounding and age play in general. I delete requests involving these things, and would appreciate if these topics were avoided when it comes to requesting things.
How Many Characters Per Headcanon Request? I'm happy to write for about 6 characters in 1 headcanon request, or 2 ships in one headcanon request. It helps me keep track of what I'm writing for and doesn't mud the waters too much. However, with fanfic, one shot or drabble requests I'll only do one at a time. I'll separate the posts if there's requests for more than one in an ask, and link the post that's split from the ask in the response. If you want an organisation, like Talon or Overwatch, written for as a headcanon request, that's the only time I'm really flexible with the rules. I'm happy to write for polyamorous characters/ships as well, but in this instance the maximum ship amount for a request of any nature would be 4. As for content, I aim to give about 6-7 headcanons per post, but sometimes if I don't have enough inspo I'll write for less, but it wont be any less than 4-5. I also have question or non question options for my hc posts, so you're free to ask for either if you'd prefer that. 
NSFW: General rules With NSFW stuff, I'm happy to write for anything involving it as long as it doesn't clash with what I'm comfortable writing. But the characters I'm not comfortable writing with NSFW are anything involving Orisa, Wrecking Ball or Winston, paedophilia, assault or rape, incest or proship. I won't write for any underage characters as well in a sexual light. I also won't write for the following kinks when it comes to nsfw requests (for my own comfort): cnc/consensual non-consensual, daddy kink/ddlg, thigh crushing, sounding and age play in general. I delete requests involving these things, and would appreciate if these topics were avoided when it comes to requesting things. That's basically all my rules with that section.
Don't apologise about the questions I totally get it! I'm the same way and I've been wanting to properly outline these things for a while now, so I appreciate you asking thoroughly. Thank you again for the ask anon!
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violetsandshrikes · 2 years ago
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How can you complain about living in NZ when some of us literally live in America lol
TW for mentions of mental health, suicide, sexual abuse, abuse, violence, family harm and other topics that may be very upseting for people.
As of 2021, Aotearoa NZ ranks at 35th out of 41 developed countries for child wellbeing outcomes (x).
One in six New Zealand women experience sexual violence from an intimate partner during their lifetime. Child sexual abuse rates: 1 in 5. Non-partner sexual assault: 1 in 14. (x)
Research suggests that one in three (33%) of New Zealand women have experienced physical or sexual intimate partner violence (IPV) in their lifetime. When psychological abuse is added (where economic harm sits), it increases to one in two (55%). One in eight men reported being victims of family violence. Gay, lesbian and bisexual adults experience intimate partner physical and sexual violence more than twice as often as other New Zealanders. (x)
One in three (29%) young people (15-19) reported being hit or harmed by a partner and up to 60% of high school students are recorded as having been in an emotionally or physically abusive relationship. (x)
As of 2017, New Zealand has the highest rate of teen suicide in the OECD. New Zealand has the 6th highest teen pregnancy rate in the OECD. New Zealand has the 7th highest rate of child homicide in the OECD. (x)
New Zealand’s youth suicide rate for adolescents aged 15-19 years was reported to be the highest of 41 OECD/EU countries. (x)
One in four New Zealand workers is flourishing. (x)
Bullying is quite common in workplaces across Aotearoa. Nearly two in ten respondents of the 2020 Workplace Barometer Survey said they had experienced bullying and nearly 40% had seen others being bullied. Another report from the same year revealed that 84% of surveyed workers had experienced cyber abuse, and 48% more than one form of it. 75.5% didn’t report the abuse to their organisation, believing it wouldn’t make a difference. (x)
A survey of Australian and New Zealand workplaces by Hays found that 56% of respondents felt their chance of being accepted for a job was lowered because of their sexual orientation, ethnicity, age, gender or disability, and 63% felt the same about their chances for career progression. (x)
As of June 2022, 1 in 9 (12.0 %) of New Zealand children lived in low-income households that had less than 50 percent of the median equivalised disposable household income before deducting housing costs. 1 in 7 (15.4%) children lived in low-income households that had an after-housing-costs income that was less than 50 percent of the baseline year’s median after-housing-costs equivalised disposable household income. 1 in 10 (10.3%) children lived in households experiencing material hardship. A household is experiencing material hardship if they are going without six or more of 17 items most people would regard as essential. (x)
As of June 2022, average annual household income from wages and salaries increased from $72,794 to $79,128 (8.7%), average annual household income (gross) increased from $111,168 to $117,126 (5.4%) average annual household equivalised disposable income (after tax and transfer payments) increased from $50,561 to $53,031 (4.9%. ) 32.2 percent of households perceived their income as ‘not enough’ or ‘only just enough’ (no change). (x)
And just to drive home what I'm saying above, $79,128 NZD (annual household income in wages/salaries) is $48,455 USD or $45,604.63 in the Euro.
As of June 2022, average weekly expenditure on total rent payments increased from $391.50 to $410.90 (up 5.0%). (x)
Research released June 2021 shows that 93 percent of Māori in Aotearoa experience racism every day, and even more - 96 percent - say racism is a problem for their whānau. (x)
Aotearoa New Zealand has had a very long struggle with high rates of domestic violence, suicide, poverty (particularly child poverty), mental health and addiction crisis on top of the cost of living - which is currently high everywhere but people tend to forget that we also have 1) a mildly shitty conversion rate when you look at places like the States and Britain and 2) the added costs of shipping and transport when you're on an island in the middle of nowhere. These are tiny snapshot of statistics that reflect the reality of life here.
While a lot of people seem to think that this country is a much better place than their own western nation, the reality is that Aotearoa NZ is also built on all the shitty ideals that dog everywhere else + there isn't even easing of financial strain to live here.
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humbly requesting that you tell me more about this mickey cult in your paracosm! >:0
I'm very glad you asked!
Tw: Religious imagery, mention of cults and abuse, and death
You see, the Walt Disney cult (called the Club by the cultists, and dubbed as the Waltian Cult by outsiders) is the main antagonistic organization of the Screen Universe's (name of the paracosm) main saga. Their leader is Mickey Mouse, he runs or leads the cult.
However, he didn't found or start the cult however. In fact, it was started by another Disney character.
You see, five years after Walt Disney's death, Doc, one of seven dwarves, gets a "vision" (which is actually just a dream) that the world will come to an end Revelations style. And the only way to save everyone is to have Mickey "reawaken Walt Disney from his slumber", Walt Disney saves those who trust in him and are within the religion, and will make a paradise for those who kept their faith in both him and his son.
And so, a small cult is born.
This so called prophecy fell into the ears of the Disney Folk and the some people even spread the word.
You could say that it gained a cult following, heh.
When the news finally reached to the castle, Doc tried to talk to the king in person about the prophecy and how Mickey is the chosen one. The first Mickey eldritch bearer back then doesn't believe in Doc's dream or prophecy. This angered the dwarf a lot. The chosen one!? Throwing away his duties and letting the world to rot from an impending death!? This won't do, this Mickey doesn't deserve to lead the Realm to a better world.
So Doc uses a member of the proto cult to assassinate the first Mickey Mouse with atonecen, the forever death juice, in his drink. Since then, Doc officially founds the cult as a big thing, and appoints himself as a mentor for the new Mickey replacements from here on.
Yes, if a Fictional perma dies despite their series being ongoing, they'll be replaced by another Fictional to play the character the previous actor played. This will be important.
Yeah, Doc also gone on a replacement spree against other characters within the castle if they don't comply or take his word just like the first Mickey. Only a few Disney characters from Mickey's show survived the replacement spree and stayed around as original actors playing the part.
Whenever a Mickey defies Doc and his indoctrination, or isn't deemed as good enough by Doc's, he'll be killed permanently shortly after and a replacement takes his place. This has gone on for a long time.
However, the 8th Mickey bearer somehow turned out different. He meets all the standards and expectations Doc had for him and follow his indoctrinations and everything. He survives Doc's wrath and abuse, but at the expense of being or becoming an abuser himself...
Despite the Waltian Cult being a huge, significant organisation, only a handful of members play a role in the story and they're all higher ups. And there are 2 people who are ex members who tried to get out but couldn't.
Here are the Cult MFs
Mickey VIII = The main villain of the paracosm and the leader of the cult. He's responsible for a lot of shit he started against most of the cast. The narcissist, genocidal, blood thirsty lunatic who takes too much pride in playing the hero. He believes that he's Walt's perfect son and that he can do no harm, but is actually none of those things. He's calculative and will do anything to get what he wants and achieve his goals, even though he's digging deeper into his delusions. While I confirmed that he has ASPD and Narcissistic Personality Disorder, I honestly don't know where his delusions and psychosis are coming from. He definitely doesn't have schizophrenia (serious).
Clarabelle II (I'm considering making her the 8th or 9th replacement though) = Goofy's girlfriend and Horace Horsecollar's ex. She's not what she seems. In other members' eyes, she's the incarnation, reincarnation, or avatar of the mythical Mary Sue (yes, I made up an urban legend that a flawless character just like that might possibly exist, but it's just a myth/folk lore told in their world). But in reality, she's a narcissistic asshole who has perfectionist issues and takes out her stress at her partner with a whip and/or her words. Unlike Mickey, Clarabelle thinks she's not perfect enough and that she must strive for such standards if she wants to be worthy for their kingdom of god. She's the last straw that made Horsecollar want to leave the cult.
Goofy = One of the survivors of the replacement spree, simply because he lived far from the cast when it happened. Clarabelle recruited him into their group not too long after Horace Horsecollar left. Before the recruitment, he was a medieval plumber of some sort (yeah, Disney Kingdom is a medieval English themed place. They're one of the least technologically advanced territories and are far behind other places in terms of tech). Now, he's the general and the person who does the dirty work for those who want to keep their hands clean. Though, while he isn't willing to do the work, he's forced to do it because otherwise, they will hurt him and he really doesn't want.
Donald III = A victim to the replacement spree. He assists Goofy whenever to go on missions and do the dirty work. At some point, he got experimented on with potions and can now replicate a Webling's abilities and stuff. A force to reckon with in the battle field.
Doc = The Founder of the Cult and the one who has the most control over it. Ironic enough, he doesn't have much power over government stuff as in he isn't the one who handles it. I'm planning a new story element or piece for him. He also doesn't show up as much in the main story line. He's one of those paras who have huge significance to the lore before the storyline, but doesn't have a lot of screen time when the main saga comes around.
There's Minnie and Daisy too, but I haven't put much thought about them
There are also other members too, but I'm only listing the high ranking ones.
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What's the flag in the chuuya headcanon post? You don't have to answer if you don't want to
It's okay! Sorry for the late response!
The flag is the HC-DID (highly complex DID) flag, as a disclaimer this term is controversial for a lot of good reasons, but there's no alternative flag for that I can know of. Because of this I will be using PR-DID (programmed DID) for the rest of this post.
As a disclaimer I am NOT an expert, please do research outside of this post. Also keep in mind that we can make mistakes, although I think the explanations are correct.
I will also be putting the explanation of these terms under the cut because it deals with VERY heavy child abuse topics. TW for mentions of incest, CSA, abuse, torture, cults, RAMCOA, ect
PR-DID is a community term for systems who have been through RAMCOA and are programmed because of this- Although I feel that it's important to note that not all systems who have been through RAMCOA are programmed.
RAMCOA stands for ritual abuse, mind control, and organized abuse.
Ritual abuse is defined as: Abuse that occurs in the context linked to some symbols or group activity that have religious, magical or supernatural connotation and where the invocation of these symbols or activities, repeated over time, is used to frighten and intimate children. All of this is conducted for the purpose of control so that the abusers can systematically sexually abuse children. (Source)
Mind control is defined as: Perpetrators of organised ritual abuse often deliberately and skilfully manipulate their child victims’ attachment needs, natural development / learning patterns and their capacity for dissociation as a way of controlling the abused, ensure their silence and to sustain the abuse, in many cases into adulthood. Such manipulation amounts to deliberate mind control, but even when there hasn’t been deliberate sophisticated mind control – for instance within a less organised group of pseudo-believers – the extreme abusive practices indulged in by the perpetrators incidentally results in distortions in the child victim’s natural attachment, development and defence systems, possibly including how they use their capacity for dissociation. (Source)
Orginised abuse is defined as: rganised or multiple abuse is defined as abuse involving one or more abusers and a number of children. It can occur both as part of a network of abuse across a family or community and within institutions such as residential homes or schools. There will also be cases of children being abused via the use of the Internet. (Source)
I won't be discussing programming because it's a deeply triggering topic, the basis is that an abuser will abuse a child to the point where they dissociate and then will abuse them more with the intention of creating alters.
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OKAY HELLO WONDERFUL PERSON THANK YOU FOR LETTING ME DO THIS!!
So, the book I am reading is called Babel by R. F. Kuang. Its like 500 pgs and I'm on pg 100ish, just as a reference point so you know where I'm at. And It means that if you decide to read it, you will not be completely spoiled!
I wanted to read this book at first because I heard about it on the podcast Lingthusiasm and the thing they said about it was that the magic system was based off there being a tension between words in different languages. For instance, the english word sad doesnt directly translate to the french word triste. Yes they mean semantically almost the same thing, but the contexts of use are subtly different, the specific feelings, the atmosphere that comes with the word is not exactly the same. And so two words are inscribed on a bar of silver, both words are spoken, and magic occurs. WHICH IS SUCH AN AMAZING CONCEPT FOR A MAGIC SYSTEM!!!
The plot so far: A young boy's family dies due to cholera (he lives in Canton) and and English scholar finds him and cures him of the cholera he has contracted using the silver bar. This person, Professor Lovell, is actually the boy's father but Lovell never actually tells him himself and probably doesnt know that he knows and Lovell took the boy on as his ward instead of as his child. Yeah. Sooo Lovell takes the boy to England to make him to study languages. And the boy chooses his name - Robin Swift. Aaaannnnddd Lovell isnt the nicest of people (/under exagg) - TW ABUSE: beats him quite horrifically because he was 2 hours late to a tutor session... END OF TW. Did I mention I hate Lovell?
Okay so flash forward like eight years and he's going to Oxford Uni to study languages. He gets there and makes friends with another boy called Ramy (I think that they are going to be in a romantic relationship... or at least that one will have feelings) AND THEY JUST HAVE THE BEST RELATIONSHIP AND I LOVE THEM!
And nowww Robin has met his half-brother (accidentally) who is involved in a criminal organisation which steals the silver bars and distributes them to those who need them more than the rich upper class of England. And so Robin now has 5 days to make a decision whether or not to join the organisation which is a little stressful because TIME PRESSURE AND A LIFE CHANGING DECISION AND HE NEEDS TO TALK TO RAMY ABOUT IT (OR AT LEAST I NEED HIM TO) BUT IM NOT SURE HE WILL BECAUSE FICTIONAL CHARACTERS AND COMMUNICATION ARE NOT THINGS THAT GO WELL TOGETHER!
AND theres SO much stuff and little tidbits about language scattered through which makes me so so so so happy and I love learning about it I love languages and books and academia and fantasy this book is perfect!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I infodumped to one of my english language teachers about it today and I think I might lend it to him when I am done!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THANK YOU JAMIE FOR LETTING ME TELL YOU ALL OF THIS IT WAS SO SO SO FUN I LOVE YOU
My inbox is open for you to infodump at any and every point!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! /GEN
INFODUMP :DDD (Sorry for the late reply, I was at my grandparents)
I LOVE THOSE LITTLE DIFFERENCES BETWEEN WORDS AND THAT IS SUCH A COOL AND ORIGINAL IDEA!! /gen
Lovell is awful, noted
QUEER YES that sounds so cute!!
THAT SOUNDS SO AMAZING!!!! I’M GLAD YOUR TEACHER LIKED IT TOO
I love the little differences between languages like that!! It’s so nice!!!
I really enjoyed your infodump!! You can definitely keep me updated on the book!! (And if you find a word thing like that that you love please tell me! /nf)
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