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I wish all of these men a slow, violently tortuous death.

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he has stayed constantly on my mind since 2018

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A/N: Part 1 and 2 have done so well!! Thank you all for the love <3 I didn't really know what to do with this one, so I decided to focus more on Damian here but if you guys have any suggestions or anything my inbox is open. Plus, if you guys want one-shots ask away!! I am dealing with health issues but I promise I'll get to it :) Sorry that it's so short!! TW: Substance abuse, abuse, alcoholism, relapse, self-harm etc

꣑ৎ"Something in the orange tells me we're not done." -Noah Kahan ꣑ৎ

The silence of the hospital room consisted of rhythmic breathing and the beeping of monitors. It didn't take long for you to fall into a deep sleep, the only real warmth came from Damian, and his pinkie was still interlocked with yours. No matter how much complaining he did about the promises being childish, he was always heartbroken when they were broken.

Right now he stared at your face, even in slumber you still looked bleak. Your face was marked with eyebags, even in older pictures you seemed to have them, he always wondered about your story. Sadly there was not much you'd tell and there wasn't much anyone knew. It surprised him when even Alfred told him that he didn't know much about the only blood daughter, that was only recently. Up until now, Damian had no idea how little attention the family had actually given you.

It filled him with anger and...guilt.

The same people that saved him from his mind, the same people that showed him that family wasn't just blood were the same people that led you back to your darkest times. Tears bore into his eyes, the image of your red and tired eyes, the sound of your hopeless voice, it was etched into his brain. He had never seen a more tragic site, he wanted to wake you up, he wanted to shout at you, he wanted to ask if you really thought about leaving, leaving him. Most of all he wanted to scream, scream at Grayson for being an idiot, scream at Father for forgetting your birthday, and scream at Alfred for letting it happen. But most of all he wanted to scream at you, scream and cry in your arms.

Damian was never the patient one, that was all you. When everyone would demonize him and his mother, you were the one who thought before you spoke. You always saw his side in things, not that you always defended him, but you always understood him. That's why he warmed up to you the fastest; you became his rock. So seeing you so weak and frail broke something in him—his perfect family picture, shattered.

You knew every secret about him, you knew every scar he caused and every tear he shed. He told you first about wanting to become a doctor, and he thought he knew you too.

He wiped away the stray tear and sat at the edge of the bed. He looked down at you with a sort of cruelty that wasn't hard to miss. His eyes wandered between his and your arms. He hated how much he needed his sister, he hated how much no one else needed her. The sky was now painted a deep orange, the sun was rising, and there was not a single worried text or call on your phone. Was his their family really that cruel? That cruel to her? With his fists clenched at the side he made a silent promise.

No one was to hurt you again, he was going to protect you. It was his duty as your only true brother.

"A minute from home, but I feel so far from it" 𓂃⋆.˚

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(again sorry it's so short!!)

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A/N: First fic on this acc!! Enjoy this little angsty fic :) Neglected bat!reader breaks their sobriety after their family makes a grave mistake. Sure Reader should be used to it by now, but offering them a drink? At a Gala they forced you to attend? On your birthday? What a load of bull. You pray that Damian doesn't find out...but sadly they don't get accepted. No beta reader, we die like Jason Todd TW: Substance abuse, alcoholism, brief mention of underage drinking, self harm etc .

𐙚"Don't let them see you like this" -Alex G 𐙚

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That's what it felt like, not a single though in your mind. It was consumed by the taste on your lips, the bottle in your hand. Limp, you sat in your bathtub, surrounded by broken glass and empty beer cans. The loud city of Gotham seemed to finally be silence, it seemed distant. It was the only thing keeping you from fully drifting away, the faint sound of cars, the only time you thanked this godforsaken city for being loud.

Guilt hadn't reached your mind yet, you only wanted to drink. Focusing on how the burn in your throat made you feel, oh how it made you feel so alive. Each breath felt sharp against your throat, it made you want more. The alcohol coursed through your veins, providing an escape, providing a warmth no person ever gave to you.

Leaning more into the cold porcelain you stared at the shattered glass by your feet. You could feel its sharp edges against your feet, it was a constant reminder of your mistakes.

Unfixable, the glass and your life. But right now that didn't matter, only the bottle existed, the burn and the urge to finish it. You managed the strength to pull your arm up, tilting your head back to feel it. The taste you missed so much, a taste you wanted to forget had no idea why you would neglect. What a day to celebrate your twenty second birthday! Relapsing after two years wasn't your plan today but it sure was better than anything else that happened today.

The night, displayed by your bathroom window, taunted you. It made your mind float through an intoxicated haze. Pieces of the day coming back to you, as well as the -now broken- promises you made. A sigh left your lungs and it was evident that she had drank, so much. All of this, just because of one question. A question that shouldn't have broken your heart as much as it did, really it was pathetic.

"Why aren't you drinking tonight?"

The sound of your 'brothers' voice was distant, and so was the guilt that was soon to consume you. But as the line between fiction and reality blurred more with another sip, there was not a worry in your head. The guilt will come later, but here it was no where to be seen. The only thing you could grasp was the bottle you used to keep on the highest shelf.

A shelf that was now empty, thanks to your so-called family's echoes. Echoes that were forever etched into your brain. Not only had they forgotten about your birthday, forcing you into a social event that you already dreaded, but they had also forgotten about your sobriety. Was not drinking on your twenty-first not an obvious sign? The question had filled you with anger at first. Your fists were clenched to your side when Dick had asked that. Hopefully you would forget this day ever happended.

"Why aren't you drinking tonight?" Dick said with slurred speech, making your family turn their heads to you. At first you took it as a joke, that he was trying to make you less tense. When your chuckle left all of them confused that's why you could feel your heart shattered. It felt like time had stopped, like god was playing a joke on you. You just stared at them, not giving him an answer. "You're kidding." There was no point in hiding the sadness in your voice, there was no way anyone was going to care anyway. After a strangled 'yes' left his lips you decided there was no point in talking them. You took one last glance back at your dad Bruce, he looked like he was going to offer you a drink, that was the last straw, so you decided there was no point in staying. Sadly, you did. Just enough to take a sip of champagne, just enough to set you back. God did you wish Damian was with you, he would've remembered.

Remember. That's the only thing you wanted to do. Today was supposed to be simple, go with Damian to a petting zoo, visit you favourite café with a few friends and be done with your day.

Damian...would he have stopped you from doing this? He was too young to attend whatever you were at this morning and sadly he wanted to meet up with his friend. You weren't going to stop him, he was the only one that listened to you and vise versa.

It made you chuckle, every time you told him about how much you used to drink, and every time he would give a small lecture on how much it impacts your liver and brain. Being a doctor would really suit him.

Just as you close your eyes you see a small light peeking outside the door. Light footsteps followed soon after, and suddenly everything is crashing down. You shake your head, hoping, praying that it isn't Damian. You'd rather it be a murderer coming to finally end you then your little brother. No, he had so much faith in you, please. Sadly, if you speak of the devil, he appears.

The light spilling in from the living room stung your eyes, luckily they were already tearing up.

"Sorry I didn't knock, but can you pick up the phone-"

You saw it, the way his eyes widen an he drops your phone. The way the his green eyes suddenly become more reflective, is hands twitched and he took a step back. Your baby brother, staring at you with such a distaste and confusion and...there was nothing you can do. There was no way you could've gotten up to hug hum, even reassuring him seemed impossible in your state. Glass etched into your foot, a pool of blood by feet as your eyes fluttered.

"Wha...y-you promised!" His voice wobbled with an anger that you understood all too well. The way his eyes switched between shock and sadness and the way he seemed to be frozen on the spot. It was like looking into a mirror ten years ago. He stared at you the same way you stared at your mother, it was driving you crazy with guilt.

"Dami..." you croaked out, feeling nothing but selfish.

"No. Keep your eyes open I-I'll call an ambulance. I...I" watching him stutter didn't do anything good for your heart, you just wanted to hold him and tell him that this was just some sick prank.

"I'm sorry...just don't tell Dad." The way you uttered those words seemed to catch him off goard.

"This...feels like a matter that should be reported to hi-"

"Dami. Just don't...please." To be honest, you were baffled he was even understanding you. It didn't even feel like english you were speaking. "I love you, buddy..."

If those were your last words, you were glad. Soon the coldness of the porcelain was no longer there, and there was only a faint ringing you could here. Maybe you were dying? It was a lot less scary then what you thought it would be, it was just...numb. No taste of alcohol, no warmth, no burn. Only numbness.

Just numb.

Numb.

๋࣭ ⭑Laying there lifeless...๋࣭ ⭑

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LMAOO thank you for your efforts and also for putting this cursed image in my head....between being a beater AND making the trek up to the ravenclaw tower constantly/every morning to pick up clora, seb never skips a workout💪

@myfangirlinessononeblog BAHAHA DONT WORRY ABOUT IT GIRL!! ill admit tho when i got the preview for your ask which just showed me "id like to apologize for my previous ask" i was like oh god...what did she send me that warrants an apology???😰 but this was so funny to me LOOL esp bc i thought everyone already knew that "spoiler" of sebs "death" by now, so its always fun to see when someone hasnt been on my blog for long/reads my fic first and then gets to it HAHA. also i love the manic energy of not being able to wait between chaps and NEEDING to vent to me LOOL relatable... weve all been there girly🤝🤝 (and im glad u liked seb beating himself up over being dead for TOO long BAHAH that really is so him...😭bro needs to relax) BUT THANK YOU ALSO!! IM GLAD YOU'RE ENJOYING IT!!💖💖💖

@nerdycollectionstrawdewfan i want to do this so bad!! i just still havent got around to getting to that quest yet bc ive still barely started my second HL playthru bahha, and i want to experience the quest myself rather than watch it on youtube, BUT TRUST ME ITS DEFS SOMETHING IVE BEEN THINKING ABOUT/WANTING TO DO!! and THANK YOUU💖💖

@jax-the-kneecapper BAHAH AWW TYY RIGHT BACK AT YOU🫂💖💖😭 and i mean if its to keep someone alive i guess i have no choice but to continue🫡👩‍⚕️👩‍⚕️thank u for the excuse🥰

BAHA I DO!! idk if you saw my last ask but i have a pregnancy oneshot in the works!! but unlike what i say there, it probs wont be finished by this month at the rate im going😭 BUT IT IS COMING!! and after that i have a really reallllyyy short oneshot (probs like 5k words. short for ME, that is) thats kinda dark/about yandere seb. but also dont worry about pressuring me cuz IM GLAD YOU WANT MORE OF THEM, IT JUST MOTIVATES ME!! SO THANK YOU💖💖💖🥹

and speaking of motivation!! THANK YOUU im glad you liked it and that you not only got attached to my ver of seb but even to clora as well!!😭ill defs keep writing for them as long as the ideas are still there, thank YOU for reading and for the lovely message!!💖💖💖

decided to end this off with the most UNHINGED ask i have EVER RECIEVED LMAOOOOOO GIRLLLLLLLL???? ok a lot to unpack here first of all im OBSESSEDDDD with the fact that after seeing that sight, ONE OF THE FIRST THINGS YOU THOUGHT OF WAS SEB AND CLORA??? LMFAOO AND SEBS REACTION TO IT😭😭😭IM FUCKING CRYINN GGGG LIKE SERIOUSLY....and second clora will ALWAYS be sebs fav cave no matter what (how dare you make me read that with my own eyes) and also THE VAGINA IS A MUSCLE!! IT CAN LOOSEN AND BECOME TIGHT AGAIN!! ✨THE MORE YOU KNOW!! ✨ but also no seb will NOT be traumatized bc he will NOT be seeing that LMAO😇 in the pregnancy oneshot im writing he doesnt look down there😇 he already almost passes out from seeing clora in pain, so i think looking down there and seeing whats happening would actually knock him out/put him in a coma LMFAOOO (also congrats to your sister🥰��i hope her cave isnt too wrecked🥰(ok im sorry 💀💀but also YOU started this🫵)

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modern seb as rodrick bc i still havent gotten over my crush😩💖

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Ok long story short, I constantly hit my bed frame, and my husband thinks it's adorable until he sees the giant bruises it leaves. I was in my head and thought, would Sebastian do the same thing to Clora? Would he lovingly tease her, kiss the bruises, then at night when she's sleeping, dismantle the bed frame at the end of the bed?

im gonna be so real with you, i thought you meant hitting the HEADBOARD, so i just immediately thought of this LMAO

(..........but to properly answer your question, YES!! if there was a part of the bed frame that clora kept hitting herself/bruising herself on, seb would probably make fun of her and say something like 'how is it that even in your SLEEP you find new ways to hurt yourself???' but in the same breath he'd also work to clora-proof the bed so that she doesn't get hurt again🥰LMAO)

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trevor belmont

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ugh i can't stand this bastard he's so cunty. in a really unwashed and sad kinda way

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Another one

I miss Alucard so much

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Human Erzsebet looks so beautiful.

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"I learned that family is not only made by blood. Ancestors and their offspring are linked together by a shared bond. For centuries, I've been fighting to save humanity with a Belmont by my side. Isn't that a family too?"

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i love them

Source: Castlevania: Nocturne, Season 2, Episode 1

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I'm sorry but I could never take this bitch seriously, she looks like an onion, perhaps even a turnip

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Juste: "I've never understood that vow-of-chastity business, to be honest. Doesn't sound healthy to me."

Mizrak:

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BRO WHAT DID YOU MEAN BY THIS??? WHAT DO YOU MEAN????? YOU CAN'T JUST SAY SOMETHING LIKE THIS AND NOT ELABORATE HELLO????????????

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Lets give it to Annette first to secure the bag and hit all the romance check points with a white male hero. I don't think I've seen a black female character get all that, get the guy and still be alive by the end of the show lol

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hands off