#/ and if you read this drabble to the end you deserve a medal

[fatewoven]

It starts, as ever, with hunger.

The world responds with a heavy silence as his figure remains motionless beneath the Ossuary's unforgiving reveal; the taut pull of muscle, an adjustment of his stance, arms at the ready despite the lack of visible weaponry. He's a collection on a child's shelf, prodded at with sharp, biting things for the sake of cruel curiosity; observed behind magic thick as laminated glass like an insect caught on a hot summer's day. An awful discovery to unearth mortality in such a sunless place, the hours nonexistent, days foregone — lost to the slow drip of salt water throughout the prison as he's fed things worse than bile and any poison.

His stomach didn't even have the strength to reject it anymore.

Distraction comes in the form of a memory, viewed from younger eyes: Illario raising a jar above their heads as the sun's rays refract on the walls of his room. His cousin could stare at scorpions, moths, grasshoppers, and spiders for hours. Watch them feed. Watch them die over the weeks, keeping the ones frozen in their death curls for days longer. A strange way to pass the time when they could be training, but Lucanis never reviled him for the interest. Not when he looked like he wanted to cry each time they failed to survive captivity. "Female spiders eat the males after mating, Lucanis. I can't decide whether that's tragic or not."

"Referring to yourself and Maria after she yelled at you in the streets, are you? You'll live yet to find another one to warm your bed."

And how Illario's face twisted with rage! (How much his cousin resented their differences, the stark chasm that he cannot yet cross to catch up to the favored Dellamorte. A pity Lucanis never saw it as a young man, never addressed it with the gravity needed. Never offered comfort they both wished for.)

Not back. There.

His heart seizes. Then restarts with after an aborted stutter.

A ghost of tenderness skims over features still too gaunt. Still too pale after months of drowning. Lucanis opens his eyes — and hears not the constant, weary churning of the sea. The wind picks up here, surrounding the secluded area from three cardinal directions. Neither cold nor hot, but a mix of perpetual spring-autumn tides as he takes stock of his, their, surroundings. Spite?

You were going back. Again. Pressed close, always close and deeper than skin, the spirit's timbre rumbles down his nerves, and Lucanis tilts his head back against cool stone. They're somewhere up high, he realizes as Spite frets about, this steel-smoke besotted spirit who cares too much to relent for even a moment. Too stubborn, just like him. Obstinate as it is loyal. The breadth of the Fade stretches in a dizzying landscape, one devoid of an end to the horizon as he looks around from the top of the building to find equilibrium — the kitchen hall. Safe at the Lighthouse, at least.

Too tired to argue, let alone disagree with its bitter-bitten observation, Lucanis lets the demon curl closer, the twilight hues of its outline merging with his in a facsimile of what could be described as an embrace. "A dream, nothing more." Can't keep every dream. At bay. Stop dwelling already. Within the Fade, his personal demon feels more solid; he wills it to be more solid, trusting in it to maintain this mutually beneficial arrangement with murmured praises. Spite, feathers ruffled, expression set in such a way Lucanis wouldn't be able to recognize it in a mirror, sighs and rests its head on his sternum. His hand, torn to the bone by serrated knives and mended countless times over, hovers between those outstretched wings. The not-feathers require no preening, but he goes through the meditative motions anyway; a balm to both their senses.

"If you say so." Such a demanding creature, his determination! Lucanis entertains it if only because it's simple, harmless fun. A far cry from the violence they hatched from, forced to share a rather rotten existence. Quicker than a blink, Spite's face materializes in front of his own. It leans in, head tilted avian-thoughtful. I demand so. And the impression of its affection is soft, this dream-woven thing, gentle and paradoxically bold, teeth and want sharp as a serrated blade. Lucanis hums into it, warm against the frown of its lips, limbs loosening — no longer curling inwards like something dying.

Crisp air. Sunlight on water. The morning after the thunderstorm.

Intense is one word for it, and the pulse matching his own echoes as a melody in the magic-tinged air. A headache lessened. A nightmare dissipated, even by a margin. It mellows the stomach-churning hunger to something much more bearable.

He shivers as claw-like fingers drag against his core, at the assumed soul every mortal must have. Mine, whispered against the skin. Spite thinks of the rotten husk of his heart as dear, and Lucanis lets it continue with its delusions. "Give me better dreams, then." The proverbial throw of the gauntlet, edged by a grin, is met with equal persistence. He laughs, and Spite echoes the sound with the flutter of its wings, always there to catch him.

[joyfulhopelox]

Pink Camellia

A/N: I love plants and i love learning the meanings of them. I will have to put a disclaimer here, some of these may have multiple meanings depending on where the information is taken from. I went back to the Victorian Era meanings. This is part 1 of 7 of my Love Blossom Series where each member gets to have their own story amongst flowers. I wanted to call this a drabble as i wrote it quickly but i realised 2k is not a drabble but oh well. Hope it's an enjoyable read!

Copyrights @joyfulhopelox do NOT repost or reblog. Gif cr

Pairing: Namjoon x reader (non-idol!au, florist!Namjoon, cafe owner!reader)

Genre: fluff

Warnings: none it's pure rotten fluff

Word count: 2k

You loved late spring. The cool soft air of spring morphing into the warm glowy summer atmosphere was the perfect time of the year in your opinion. Not only did the milder warmer weather make everything seem so joyful and light-hearted, but the sunny brighter environment caressed your skin as you walked. The cafe was not too far from your house but to get there you had to go through a park. The smell of the freshly bloomed flowers and the sound of children cheerfully playing put a spring in your step as you walked towards your work.

The park through it’s different seasons had its perks. In the summer it was the grounds for family picnics; in spring it was full of couples old and new enjoying their time together. When it got chillier, you could see the odd runner through the brightly coloured leaves and in the winter, the unhindered vastness of the park covered in a blanket of snow. But of course you much more preferred the warmth of late spring, early summer.

You’ve known Namjoon for a while, his flower shop opened just down the road from yours a couple of years back. When you entered his shop for the first time, the array of flowers were arranged in such a beautiful way that it took your breath away. The smells encompassed you, and transported you to a secret garden so that you completely forgot that it was just a shop.

“Hello”

So enraptured you were with your surroundings you completely missed the appearance of a man behind the counter. He stood in front of a now open door that signed ‘Staff only’. So he worked there, you concluded. You smiled at him warmly. “Hello, this shop is lovely. I have never seen such a variety of flowers in one place”

The man’s smile widened. “Thank you for the kind words. I have tried my best to build an understanding of the flowers I am bringing into my shop. I was planning to have one for every occasion, and yet…” he motioned around you “this happened” rubbing the back of his neck you could see the tip of his ears reddening. He was cute when he rambled.

“All the better, they all look lovely displayed in such a way. And the more the merrier” you laughed softly. “So you are the owner” you mused after a couple of seconds of silence.

“Yes, i’m Namjoon...i mean, yes i am the owner” the redness was creeping along his neck now and you could not find it more adorable.

Even if this was just your first meeting you could tell by his warm eyes and soft smile that revealed dimples that he was kind and humble.

“Nice to meet you Namjoon, i’m Y/N” you both shared a smile.

From then on you had been enraptured.

You had not planned to go into his shop every morning before work and pick up flowers to spruce up your cafe. But after one week of doing it, simply out of sheer pleasure of being in between the greens and the smells of the shop, it became habit. But most importantly you found yourself excited in anticipation of conversing with the owner as well. So one week turned into two, three. Until one day Namjoon suggested that instead of you making a trek to his shop, he would deliver flowers to you in the morning before you’d open the cafe. When you argued that it would be too much of a hassle for him he dismissed it, letting you know that he was starting to do deliveries anyways and so it would be no problem for him.

What he failed to mention was that his shop was not open as early as you normally came in to buy flowers. The first day you met was a mistake. A lucky one in his opinion; but a mistake nonetheless. They’d just opened the shop, totally forgoing to put the ‘Closed’ sign on the door. When he saw you in your awed state wandering around the shop, he did not have the heart to tell you they were not going to open until later on that day. You looked almost ethereal, the happy smile on your face giving you a soft glow that the flowers around you only enhanced. You bought a bouquet of sunflowers that day. Loyalty, he noted wondering if that was your favourite flower or if you just bought it on a whim. He made a mental note to himself to ask you next time, wishing there would be a next time.

And there was, there would be next times everyday for weeks. You made it a habit to walk into his shop every morning after that, buy flowers and have a nice chat with the cute owner. Whom, you’d found out was incredibly clumsy. He apologised profusely after dropping a vase full of flowers at your feet, he offered to pay for the dry cleaning of your coat when he tripped out of nowhere and spilled some plant food on you. One day he even managed to get soil into your shoes. You had to give it to him, you had never met anyone so clumsy and destructive in your life. It was impressive. And most importantly, it was cute. The way he reddened from the tips of his ears downwards whilst stumbling over his own words, made your own heart beat as fast as the words that were coming out of his mouth.

When he was not making a mess out of himself of the breakable objects in his shop, you had nice chats about random things. From books- he liked to read you noted, poems- he wrote some, he told you, weather- his favourite season was spring, travels-he seems to have been everywhere; to trivial things such as the food you had that day or the customers that you would get. Little by little you got to know each other. And little by little Namjoon had started to fall in love with you.

Unbeknownst to him, the feelings were reciprocated. Once he had started making deliveries to your cafe every morning, you looked forward to waking up in the morning and starting your day. Being greeted by his warm smile which accentuated his dimples was the highlight of your morning. The first week he had asked you which flowers you wanted delivered.

“I don’t know” you responded thoughtfully. In reality you had no idea about flowers, you loved them, but you did not know anything else apart from what was visible. “Surprise me Flower Boy” you grinned at him.

Once you had given him the go ahead, the types of flowers that he could deliver for you was all Namjoon could think about. All those meanings were swimming around in his head, carnations for love? No, that would be too straight forward. Lilac? Too dark. Sunflowers again, adoration? Maybe too cheesy. He settled in the end for daisies. Simple and innocent.

“Oh they are beautiful” you gushed as soon as you spotted him carrying the bunches into your cafe. Rushing to help him you misstepped and stumbled into him. For someone who was on a daily basis as clumsy as he was, he did a very good job at not falling over with you on top of him. And he congratulated himself for that, he deserved a medal. Your form leaning into him and the warmth of your hand on his bicep was enough to make the blood rush to his cheeks and his heart to pound.

“Oh, i’m really sorry” with a choked voice, he assured you it was no problem.

“I have done enough damage to you in the past few weeks” he grinned. “I’ll take it as a payback” you laughed at that and grabbed some bunches from his arms.

“They are so lovely, thank you” instructing him to put them over near the window, you went behind the counter to start on a drink for him. “Is a latte ok?” you asked over your shoulder. Too lost in his thoughts whilst observing your form he did not answer the first time. Asking again, you glanced briefly at him, noticing the slight dazed look he was offering you.

“Namjoon” you softly called, the intimate tone of your voice finally waking him up from his reverie.

“Ah, yes it is ok” he would not admit that at that moment, seeing you making his drink and the way you softly called his name - it felt like home.

After that moment, he started bringing in Camellias. And only camellias. Pink. The colour of them combined with the neutrals of your shop made everything brighter and lighter. Even in the winter he brought you camellias. At first you did not think much of it. They were lovely and you had an elated reaction to them. So you assumed that he’d thought they were the flowers that you preferred. But when you started noticing certain changes in his behaviour, certain looks, certain smiles. Sometimes he’d space out whilst staring at you doing mundane tasks in your shop. Something was nagging you. Was there a deeper meaning behind the camellias?

You tried asking him, but he gave nothing away. He flustered, knocked over a chair and exited out of your cafe quickly whilst apologising for having to leave so early. And so you let it drop. But the next time he came in, it felt like the air around the two of you had changed. As if there was a secret that was hanging in between the two of you. Something that buzzed around the two of you. Every interaction after that left you breathless.

So you did what any other human being would do when they need answers. You researched on the internet. Pink Camellias. You clicked on the first link, your eyes skimming over the words. Longing for you.

The next day you woke up extra early, determined to make it to Namjoon’s flower shop before he had a chance to come to yours. You had a flower order to request from him. On the way there the smell and sights of late spring put an extra skip in your step. Or maybe it was the thought of the cute Flower Boy you were going to meet? Biting your lip softly you started at the glass door of the flower shop. This time the sign said ‘Closed’ but you knew Namjoon would be in pitter pattering.

Opening the door, you stepped in. “We’re clo- Y/N!” Namjoon emerged through the same door signed ‘Staff Only’. “I’m not late to deliver the flowers, am i?” panicking he glanced at the clock.

You shook your head, it was now or never.

“I thought I would come in early to make a slight change in the delivery” you glanced at him trying to gage his reaction. Confusion painted across his face. Then entering his customer service mode he stepped away from the counter and started looking around.

“Of course, what would you like? We have a new batch of sunflowers in? You ordered those last time so maybe those? Or some flowers that are better in late spring? How about lilacs?” rambling he made his way round the multitude of flower arrangements.

Grabbing his hand to stop him, you sighed. It was now or never.

Stepping closer and closer to him, where you could observe his eyes, you smiled softly. Standing on your tiptoes you reached to place a warm kiss on his cheek.

“I was thinking something more like...roses?”

The silence that followed and his astounded face made you question yourself. Had you misread the situation? Soon though warm arms enveloped you tightly, hugging you to his chest. The rhythm of his heart, the slight pressure of his lips at the top of your crown and the whisper in your hair told you he’d gotten it.

“Love”

Main Masterlist

[lettrespromises]

> LettresPromises informs you : You have one notification.

> Letter object : The tamer of the flamboyant flames of passion.

> Todoroki Shouto sent you a letter, would you like to read it?

@mangosnakesandpeaches​ sent a letter :  ❝heyo! its aydudenoway, just moved to my writing account! request number 1/3 : okay okay, so ya know how people always tend to write like, dom shouto and sub reader? what about dom reader and sub shouto. like, damn as much as i like dom shouto, kinda want to see some dom reader nglll. could this be a drabble/imagine and not too too graphic NSFW? i hope this is okay! ahhh okay okay so idk if you started writing my request (dom reader) or not, but could i add onto it real quick? breathless Shouto is all im saying. im so sorryyy for this being so sudden! if you can't add it, thats okay!❞

author’s letter :  ❝dear @mangosnakesandpeaches​, thank you once more for trusting me with your ideas and letting me express through words the love i have for this man and this man only!! hot take but i do kind of feel you.... like.... shouto is low-key a sub to me (aside from pegging ofc.) anywhoopsies!!! i hope you’ll like this and i tried not to make it nsfw which was a bit confusing but?? nonetheless, i hope you’ll enjoy this promised letter.❞

Genre : Erotic but not explicit smut, fluff. (Please consider that the characters are aged up.) Warnings : Cursing, foreplay, innuendos, sexual deeds. Word count : 1.6K.

After personally handing crushing losses to many villains throughout the entire week, admiring the hint of a shy smile adorning the face of civilians torn by fear as a gleam of hope while they’re being saved, secretly glancing at the newfound scars worn as medals on the abused flesh of your skin when no one is looking, any hero would be mentally and physically drained, as if your body was just the host of vacuity. And rightfully so.

Thus came the ever so needed tradition of self-care with Shouto, this renaissance of an evening was held every Friday night ever since you both graduated from U.A. No word was needed, the sole acknowledged information of today’s date was enough for the both of you to understand that today had your name as a synonymous of self-care written all over it.

This context explains why you found yourself enveloped in Shouto’s embrace, a physical testimony of just how much he loved and cherished your presence, if you will. These oh so special Friday nights also drew a contrast with your everyday life as heroes, it was also the perfect opportunity to say (or paradoxically declare in a silent manner) just how much your presence was needed to one another as the cons of being a pro-hero weighed on your mind like the sword of Damocles. To put it more harshly, the inevitable curse of never knowing if the day you were bound to spend together would be the last represented said cons.

His arms found shelter on the area above your hipbones, and every time he would let his genetically given large palms roam on this area, he would always wonder if said area had been carved to fit perfectly the form of his hands— Shouto liked to think that perhaps this was yet another sign that you were meant to be, he always tried to find poetic parallels everywhere.

His thumbs were brushing invisible shapes on the flesh of your hips left bare by the intervention of Shouto’s hands, these brushes were anything but calculated, yes, they did respect a certain common pattern—  but each time they felt similar, they always felt new at once. The semi-random nature of his gestures were the living proof that the documentary being played on the TV was semi-interesting as well.

You, on the other one hand, were sheltered in Shouto’s warm and welcoming embrace, your head fit right in the crook of his neck, and as per usual, Todoroki found yet again another poetic parallel drawn by your jointed souls. Nonetheless, if Shouto’s stare was focused on the succession of bright lights radiating off of the TV, yours was laying on the personification of your source of happiness— your boyfriend himself. After all, wasn’t staring at him way more interesting than some documentary being played? Nothing could compare to some well-deserved ‘staring at Shouto session’, but said sessions came with the slight danger of being caught, oh well…

« Love, I believe you’re doing it again. » Shouto blurted out which made you unconsciously flinch in response.

« Doing what exactly, mhm? » Oh, the fake tone of innocence could have been heard from miles away, and it sure as hell didn’t go unknown under Shouto’s radar.

« You know what I’m hinting at— staring. » But this time, it was his turn to stare at you, it was a mutual game now.

« You’re saying that as if staring at you was illegal, I mean, looking this hot should totally be considered illegal. » Shouto’s blood rushed under your newly left comment, causing his cheeks to adopt a rosy tone.

« Y/N, I’m a pro-hero, I’m not quite sure I can be considered as a villain… Is looking a certain way truly illegal? Should I change something about my appearance? » His heterochromatic eyes found yours, and a certain desire for reassurance chimed in the way.

« Shouto, baby— of course not! You’re perfect the way you are, I was only messing around, you know? » His desire for reassurance fades away and instead, you are met with a gleam of content as you continue :

« What I meant to say was… You’re so handsome, so out of this world… » Each word leaving your lips and connecting to his eardrums was accompanied with the fitting gestures to emphasize just a bit more the comforting undertone of your speech. It all began with a swift shift of position— you were now sitting on Shouto’s lap, a crucial position which guaranteed you the upper hand of physical exchanges.

« You’re divine, Shouto… » The longer your eyes met his, the more you were secretly convinced that he was indeed out of this world, thus, you underlined this statement by tracing an invisible line from the corner of his lips to his jawline under his intrigued facial expression. An intrigued expression, perhaps, but he was begging to hear more.

« You’re have all the qualities one could dream of, don’t you? » This rhetorical question was signed with the manifestation of the presence of your lips upon the flesh of his neck, Shouto let out a gasp he ignored he was holding and tilted his head to give you more room to play with as an answer, longing for the next lines of your tirade. Instead, the soft pressures left by the pecks were replaced with biting motions, and interchanged with sucking motions at times. This newfound balance of pleasure on Shouto’s newly bruised skin was the cause of a chain reaction— first, his lips parted as if he was gasping for oxygen, he didn’t need it, it was more like a precautious deed than a clear remedy to something he needed; then, his lids closed shut, in anticipation of the bliss which was bound to course every inch of his body; eventually, a deadly sin named gluttony got the best of him and encouraged him to let his palms wander on your derrière. A bold action quickly reprimanded by a quick slapping motions on the back of his hands.

« No touching, got it? Keep your hands to yourself and maybe, just maybe I’ll reward you. » A sentence so embedded with delicious sin which became amplified under the spell of your whispers, right against the shell of his ears. There was no vocal response on his end, only a line of chills from the back of his neck to the bottom of his spine, sure, it wasn’t vocal, but it was such a sweet way to respond to the temptation.

This comment would be stating the obvious but you had the monopoly of the game, you controlled the fate of the protagonists and bent the rules your way— some would call it cheating, you’d call it having the world at your feet. An adventurous hand traveled underneath the fabric of Shouto’s shirt and, on its journey, felt the various kinds of reliefs sculpted on his body. The rock hard sensation of his abdomen against the soft flesh of your palm was one of the sweetest contrasts. Your hand followed a vertical path— first, a journey near his pectoral muscles, and a tragic fall to his growing bulge right beneath you, you couldn’t help but bow your lips into a grin which echoed to a thousand of hidden desires and beyond while Todoroki looked at you with pleading eyes.

« Aren’t you such a good boy to me? You did as I said, baby, keep going for me, yeah? » Shouto knew that the way you would pronounce each individual word was a hint to what was bound to happen, and the precise manner you moaned « good boy » near his eardrum was just a mere indicator amongst a myriad of them that you would not give up on your iron hold any time soon. Your lips eventually met his once more in a heated exchange, the advantage of the height played in your favor to assert dominance and set the done of the secret ballet between your tongues. Meanwhile, your palm was dangerously stroking the oh so growing bulge in Shouto’s underwear— and when your tongue would twist in a clockwise direction, your hand would do the opposite and vice-versa.

Shouto could feel you through all his senses— and although his lids were shut closed, this couldn’t prevent him from picturing your frame towering over him, he would always remember everything about you, even the most trivial details anyway. The gluttony in him cursed at him and screamed to touch you, but he knew better than to fall under the spell of his temptations. If he couldn’t manifest his pleasure physically, he could still do it orally— and thus a silent melody resonated in your mouth at the contact of your tongue with his. Said melody ended in the crescendo of the volume of his uneven breaths after breaking your kiss due to the lack of oxygen.

His cheeks were crimson red, his mouth was set agape to let fresh air fill his lungs again, his eyes echoed nothing but an irresistible paradox of pleading and will to continue further, his head felt dizzy under your sweet toxins which had just penetrated his mind… He was so addicted to you.

You let a smirk grow on your face in response to the aftermath of your antics, knowing very well that this was just a way to foreshadow what was bound to happen : « You’ve been so good to me, pretty boy, so, so good. Guess who’s going to have his reward now, baby? »

He knew he was going to get his reward, but at what cost?

[redwrites]

Death, Watch, Coffin

From a prompt to use those three nouns.

A drabble taking place in Todoroki’s mind after his match against Bakugou.

(I haven’t watched/read this part in a little bit so I apologize for any inconsistencies/canon divergence.)

The next moment, Todoroki awoke to a sore back and a cold, aching feeling radiating throughout his body. But the bed felt familiar, the ceiling looked familiar, and the scratching of a pencil on paper sounded familiar, so he allowed himself to relax. If he was here, then his last match had ended, and judging by how horrible he felt, he deduced he had lost. So he chickened out in the end, refused to use his left side against Bakugou when it mattered. It would’ve likely been for the win, too. He closed his eyes again and sighed. What a disaster. He wasn’t even in the mood to warm himself up. He deserved to lie in that cot, cold and miserable. 

Todoroki didn’t want to think about the disappointment that would roll off his father in waves of heat the next time they met. He didn’t want to think about the many “Better luck next time!” messages he’d get from his classmates. And Midoriya...he really didn’t want to think about how Midoriya would react when he returned; the sadness in his eyes would be too much. 

“They’re asking for you.” Todoroki opened his eyes again to see Recovery Girl leaning over him. “I stalled for you, but you really should join them in a few minutes. The ceremony will start soon.”

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Standing on the podium and trying to look distinguished was a difficult task considering who was standing next to him and what he was doing. Todoroki stared forward, purposefully ignoring the explosive glares coming from beside him. Bakugou was really bringing the class’s reputation down, but Todoroki couldn’t help but think it was partly his fault. If he wasn’t so damn wishy-washy--

He hardly felt the medal hit his chest, his body still cold from his earlier fight. In fact, he really didn’t feel anything; it was like he was watching himself from outside his body, responding to All Might stiffly and mechanically. The whole situation felt wrong and alien; he shouldn’t be up on that podium, next to two classmates who put their all into any situation. He didn’t deserve second place. Someone else should be standing in his spot. Someone like Midoriya.

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In his dreams that night, Todoroki saw a coffin. He floated above it, feeling much like his dissociating body earlier in the day. The coffin sat uncovered in the dirt with flowers surrounding it. He didn’t need to move closer to know who lay in it; frost gathered at the edges, and a slight icy sheen covered the polished wood. This was his future if he refused to use his left side, if he let the chill take over. In this future, he denied his flames to the point of his body freezing over, never even allowing them to warm his frostbitten body. This version of Todoroki took his pride to his grave. 

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When Todoroki woke up the next day, he stared at his left hand intently, though it didn’t look any different than the day before. An end like that wasn’t satisfying, he decided. Maybe Midoriya was right. Maybe it was time for him to become his own person. 

[novellaquill]

Starling: The Lonely

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Drabble with OC!Batsis x batfam

Summary: Her grandmother’s words continued to simmer at the back of Lerina's head, while family troubles push her to make a decision.

Warning: This takes about depression, mental illness, and other serious topics. If these topics make you feel uncomfortable don't read.

A/N: This one has is kind of a songfic. I recommend listing to The Lonely by Christina Perri. Flashbacks are in italics and in third person pov. The POV will switch back and forth a lot.

Previous Chapters: Lost and Longing

“There I was, cold, isolated and desperate for something I knew I couldn't have. A solution. A remedy. Anything.

...I hated it. Alone and confused was the last place I wanted to be. Somehow I knew I deserved this.” ― Brian Krans, A Constant Suicide -- Two am, where do I begin Crying off my face again It was mornings like this that I hated the most. It was 2 o'clock in the morning a sane person would be sound asleep by now but no. Not my family oh no, they were on the streets hopping from rooftop to rooftop like ninjas while I was pathetically crying in my room alone, again. The silent sound of loneliness Wants to follow me to bed It was so quiet, with Alfred having the week off I was the only person in the house, yet even the animals did not make a sound this morning. I couldn't sleep, thanks to my insomnia and the fear that the silence would follow me if I went to bed. I'm a ghost of a girl That I want to be most I'm the shell of a girl That I used to know well I glare at the chest across the room hatefully anyone would be proud of this chest it was filled with my gold medal and trophies it even had folders of my awards certificates, but for me, it was only a reminder. A reminder that I was the shell of who I once was. When being alone didn't bother me. The ghost of a girl that I wanted to be again. My ADHD was pounding my skull, I was in the same position in the same place for too long. I was getting fidgety and needed to do something. Glancing at the old dance trophy that peeked under the lid of the chest I sighed, I guess some things never do change. Dancing slowly in an empty room Can the lonely take the place of you I sing myself a quiet lullaby I slowly move my body gracefully to a quiet lullaby my mom used to sing to me. Now I sing it to myself as I dance away the thoughts of loneliness taking my place in my own body, consuming my very being. Let you go and let the lonely in To take my heart again Times like this I can let go, not having to worry about my emotions diverting my attention from my responsibilities. I can wallow in my hopelessness and sort out the bottled up emotions. It was long overdue anyway. My mind drifted back to my grandmother's words "You have PhDs, trophies, medals, and degrees that they don't even know about. Use them to get out of here!" "The only ones who would notice and care would be Jason, Timothy, and Alfred. Stop letting him dictate what happens in your life. You're his daughter not his clone and you're a grown adult!"  Was she right? Did she need to leave? Could she leave? I have no doubt that my family loves me with the exception of Damian however, I couldn't just abandon them, could I? They would care if I left, right? -- Too afraid, to go inside For the pain of one more loveless night After a long day at Wayne Enterprises, Lerina was having difficulties deciding on whether she should enter her own home. She lived there for over 17 years she should be used to the feeling of dismissal, it wasn't the first time he had planned a mission on someone's birthday. Even though her birthday wasn't for a few days, the fact that she would spend another celebration alone made her furious and a bit bitter. Sure her siblings spent their birthdays mostly fighting crime but at least they were together while she spent her's with Alfred and her grandmother. Not that she didn't love them but spending time with senior citizens should not be the highlight of her day. It was pathetic. Finally, she decided to go inside making her way up to the living room. A  smile grew on her face when she looked around. The entire room was covered with balloons, streamers, banners and more. It was entirely painted with silvers, blues, purples, and gold her favorite colors. Her grey orbs landed on the people responsible for the glorious surprise, Alfred and Leilei whom she had suspected to be there but Jason and Tim were too. Tears welled up in her eyes her bags plummeted to the ground, "you guys," her voiced cracked as she was pulled into a hug by her brothers. "Happy early Birthday big sis!" "Happy Birthday starlight." "¡ Feliz cumpleaños pajarito!" "Happy Birthday Miss Lerina." She gleamed at her family's cheers, "Thank you guys" she wiped her tears, "but I thought you had to go on patrol tonight?" "We do," Tim answered freeing his older sister from his grip, "but since we're going to be gone in a few days we ditched," Jason clarified with a rebellious smirk. "Unfortunately the rest of the family couldn't make it Miss Lerina," Alfred said with regret in his in tone. "They left gifts though," Tim butted in not giving Lerina an opportunity to frown, "Even Cassandra left one." Cassandra, she normally just gave her a card why would she give me a gift, Lerina thought. Catching her confusion Jason said, " She saw that you were looked down and decided to give you one." It made sense Cassandra could pick up on those sort of things with her unique body reading ability. "Enough chatter let's eat so we can dig into the cake in the kitchen and Lerina can open her presents!" Leilei exclaimed rushing the group. -- For the loneliness will stay with me And hold me till I fall asleep That was how I spent my night that day, happy with the people I care about. But that was a few days ago with today being my birthday everyone was on a mission as planned by the dark knight himself. Having enough of dancing I lay in my bed my bed trying to fall asleep as another memory fills my head. -- I'm a ghost of a girl That I want to be most I'm the shell of a girl That I used to know well "LERINA!" She jumped at her father's booming voice, "Yes?" she questioned poking at her food. It was 2 days after her little surprise party, only 3 days until her birthday so Bruce decided to give everyone a break to have a family dinner.  Kamalei could be very persuasive when she needed to be, "I've been struggling to get your attention for the past five minutes." "My apologies, my mind was elsewhere," she received strange looks from her family but they were overlooked as she continued, "What were we talking about?" "tch," Damian expressed his annoyance gaining the attention of the family, "It's no wonder you're not allowed to join us on patrol," he sneered, "you're too much of a scatterbrain to even watch the monitors. It's a miracle how you've persisted long enough to make it 25 much less run the company without destroying it. A phenomenon really." "DAMIAN!" "MASTER DAMIAN!" her father and butler scolded, Lerina let out a frustrated sigh but ultimately ignored her youngest brother's offensive comment. "Rina is not a scatterbrain," Dick ranted, "Her brain just works differently and there's nothing wrong with that. She's fully capable of handling herself and the company.  She has 15 years of experience and has been taking care of us, you included for 17!" "Let's not forget who saved you from getting suspended last week demon," Jason joined snarkily resuming his meal, "You should show some respect." "Lerina absence has nothing to do with her disabilities her skills are needed here outside of our nightly pursuits," informed Bruce sternly still angered by his blood son's outburst. "Also saying that because she has ADHD is the reason why she's not a vigilante is just as bad as saying Cassandra is a bad one because she has dyslexia," Tim added "Cain, has a usual skill that contributes to our cause Drake," Damian hissed at the former robin's response, "Oh so helping us keep our identities a secret isn't contributing then," he argued. Cassandra just shook her head, it was obvious this wasn't going to end well, "Damian that was-" "This doesn't concern you, Cain," the blood son interrupted, "Perhaps if she-" "OKAY! THAT'S ENOUGH," Lerina intervened she had grown tired of the arguing, "Thank you all for defending me and thank you, Damian, for that fascinating input but can we please for once try to have a pleasant family dinner?!" Dancing slowly in an empty room Can the lonely take the place of you I sing myself a quiet lullaby "Oh yes, mother bird we sure can," Tim replied smugly with a cheeky grin, "Sorry mother hen we didn't mean to ruffle your feathers," Dick teased, Lerina sighed as a rupture of laughter emitted from the table until it dialed down; Bruce picked up on the conversation and said, "To bring us back to the topic at hand we were discussing the mission since we'll be leaving tonight Kathy Kane, Duke Thomas, Stephanie Brown, Barabra Gordan, and Terry McGinnis will patrol over Gotham in our place." Another sigh escaped Lerina's lips, "Only you would bring crime to a normal family dinner." Let you go and let the lonely in To take my heart again "A shame we will miss your birthday Oriel," Damian cooed at his older sister, "Something much more important than you corrupted our schedule, pity." "Master Damian that is enough," Alfred scolded, "It's fine Alfred," she replied coolly," who'd want to spend their special day with the spawn of Satan anyway." Enraged Damian threw his knife directly at her face but before any could react Lerina caught and thrown it back at him just barely missing his head. "Just because I don't act upon those skills doesn't mean I don't have them," she said darkly before uttering a quick 'excuse me' leaving the dining room with her plate. -- Broken pieces of "YOU CAN'T HAVE HER BRUCE! YOU WOULDN'T EVEN KNOW HOW TO TAKE CARE OF HER!!" "Ms. Oriel, I know why you hate me but I'm her father, just give me a chance she deserves to know who I am at least," Bruce pleaded desperately with her Kamalei hoping for a positive answer. "NO, NEVER!" Kamalei shrieked in response to his begging, Lerina was 8 years old when she burrowed underneath the stairway listening to her father and grandmother bicker and fight over her as if she was a doll. -- A barely breathing story It wasn't the last time she heard her two guardians fought over her either, it took months for Kamalei to let her go. "I promise you, you will be happy here," Bruce spoke tenderly to his daughter he sounded like he was trying to prove to himself more than his child. "Why didn't mommy tell you about me," Lerina questioned, "I don't know," he answered honestly kneeling in front of his long lost daughter. Now at eye level with her, he continued, "What I do know is that she would be very happy we found each other and I will take very good care of you." -- Where there once was love "Come listen to the song I learned," Lerina said excitedly not noticing the young man her father had brought home, "It was originally made for violin but I was able to play it on piano!" He chuckled kissing his excited little girl on the forehead, "Let's take a rain check on that song, right now I want to introduce you to Richard Grayson." The boy waved at the girl when he was introduced," You can call me Dick." Lerina waved back she had seen him on the news earlier that day, "My name is Lerina Oriel-Wayne and I am your new sister." She began to pull the boy upstairs with her, "Let's go decorate your room, you'll right at home in no time!" Bruce smiled seeing his daughter taking in Dick so naturally, it warmed his heart. "Everything is going be okay I lost my mom when I was young it gets better. It doesn't feel like it now but it will," she said pulling him into a hug,. "Rina" "huh," she questioned not sure what he meant by that. "Can I call you Rina," he whispered smiling when she said yes. -- "What's the matter? Why are you crying JayJay," Lerina questioned the little boy who had climbed into her bed one stormy night. "I'm not crying," he clarified pouting, "I just wanted to make sure you're okay." With a warm smile, she lifted the covers to her bed, "Come on then, I need someone to protect me during this stormed," she swallowed a chuckled when he dove under the covers clinging to her body, "Goodnight Jason." -- "Tim it's not your fault,' she stated trying to soothe the child who was curled up in a ball in the farthest corner in his room. "They died, big sis! They are dead because I wasn't fast enough," Tim sobbed, "I was supposed to save them and I let them die!!" She scooped him up in her arm and rocked him side to side, "It's not your fault." "Bu-" "Did kidnap those hostages? Did you set up those bombs," Tim shook his head in response, "Then it is not your fault Timmy." He stayed silent taking in her words, " Let's go to sleep, I'll sing you a lullaby." For the first time, Timothy Jackson Drake slept the entire night away, what was left of it. -- Now there's only me "Go away, Rina!" Dick growled hearing knock on the door once again, "No Dick, I know you're blaming yourself for his death but it is not your fault!" "I should've been there for him." "There's nothing we can do about it now, why don't we just-" "JUST LEAVE IT LERINA! I DON'T HAVE TIME FOR YOU AND I DON'T WANT YOUR PITY!!" Tears falling down his face, Dick slumped on his bed head in his hands as her retreating footsteps. -- "Jason please this isn't you," she begged as the man she practically raised held her hostage just to get back at his adoptive father, "This is me, maybe you should get to know your brothers more before you start begging for your life," he taunted smugly. Being held captive by the Arkham knight in a dingy abandoned apartment building is not how you want to spend your Saturday but when can they Waynes get a break. "Jason, I do know you and you know deep down that they loved and cared for you. If you can't believe that then you at least know I did, remember let you into their bed when you had a nightmare?" "SHUT UP," he screamed and shot her in the leg, "You're only making this worse for yourself and I don't want to hurt you." "You couldn't have said that before you shot me in the leg," she replied sarcastically trying to get her mind off the pain, "Is there any way I can convince you to come home?" He glanced at her before redirecting his attention to a window, "No." "I see," she let out a sigh, "I love you Jason and I'm sorry." "Sorry for wh-" the night sky was the last thing he saw before everything turned black. -- "I wouldn't expect someone like you understand so please just leave me alone, I will go to sleep later," Tim grumbled typing swiftly on the keyboard striving to finish this case. He didn't even realize what he said. Lerina was always disregarded because of her disability, some even assume she can't understand the simplest tasks, hearing from family broke her heart. -- And the lonely "Lerina, I rely on you to take care of these matters without me so I can focus on more important tasks," Bruce grumbled annoyed at the paperwork that was stacked on his desk. "I'm sorry father but some of the paper and decisions need to be signed and made by the CEO of Wayne Enterprise himself and not his shoo-in or else it won't get done, unless you give me permission, " Lerina explained "Nevermind, I'll do it myself you can go," he dismissed her, "Oh and can you dress in something nice tonight I need you to impress a business partner." "Of course" -- Dancing slowly in an empty room Can the lonely take the place of you Dick and I used to be very close, of course, we were he was my first baby brother. We were together the longest it was natural for us. I don't know what happened throughout the years, we just stopped. Soon Jason and Tim came along but Jason doesn't stay at the manor unless it's truly necessary and Tim gets too caught up with his work. Bruce and I haven't been close in years and it's far too late to fix it now. Damian practically hates me more than he hates Tim. Cassandra and I just never clicked, we never had a chance to really.  I had made my decision, I had made it long ago. I didn't even need to pack. -- I sing myself a quiet lullaby "Welcome back young masters, Miss Cassandra," Alfred spoke formally to the returning family, it had been a week, the mission had gone relatively smoothly but it had tired them out. "Good to be back Alfred," Dick spoke with a smile as they slumped on the couch. Something was off but they couldn't tell what. The answer was there but just out of reach but whatever off seemed to put a tense mood in the atmosphere. It was eerily quiet, they decided to focus their attention on a task to distract themselves. The silence was broken when the third Robin spoke up, "Where's Lerina? -- Let you go and let the lonely in I left my phone and my car at home, I didn't want to have anything that they could track when I reached my destination. "I need a place to lay low for awhile just until I make up my mind on where I'm going."  "Took you long enough to leave those assholes." Lerina smiled stepping through the door. Her new life began now. To take my heart again

~Novella Quill

Next Chapter: Starting Over

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25 fics to pick you up

Humor, crack not crack, romcom fics for @cuttlemefishwrites and y’all. I tried to make this list short, I SWEAR idk ENJOY!! Also you can check some other fic recs by moi here, here and here.

(i'm) the boy you'd die for by jenmishe 

Canonverse, Rated T, 6K

v-nikiforov ✓

[Video: A short clip where Victor is laying dramatically on the couch with miserable expression. “Heartbreaker” by Marina and the Diamonds is playing.]

13,481 likes

v-nikiforov✓ Am I the another one? (((

vitYASS victor,,,, honey,,,, i lvoe you so much,,,, but WHY are you like this.

red-blue-gay but??? does that mean that somebody has broken victor’s heart???? I DON'T UNDERSTAND

christophe-gc ✓ You’re ridiculous.

starsaregay But who recorded it?? Makkachin???

vityathebabe user @starsaregay asking the real question.

--- The adventures of Yuuri "Heartbreaker" Katsuki, or: how Yuuri became known as a cold player full of himself who doesn't care about anyone. (Hint: it's an anxiety and obliviousness.)

• ADORE!!! oblivious heartbreaker Yuuri + social media fic. The best description is actually one of the tags: everyone is in love with Yuuri: the fic.

  He Should Know by Lady_Ganesh

Past Yuuri/Chris, Canonverse, Rated T, 2K

A public service announcement Chris and Yuuri made for the Sochi Olympics comes to light.

• HI HI this speaks to me directly: Viktor is a dork and jealous and Yuuri is precious.... I just love this so much. 

Master Plans by Qwertzu (@qwertzu824)

Canonverse ish, Rated T, 17K

Who wouldn't want to date Yuuri and/or Viktor? Nobody is immune to their charm - including random strangers, who unfortunately have no idea the two are happily married and totally smitten with each other...

• This series!!! outsider pov, identity reveal, and the last installment!!!!! I die. You'll laugh and you’ll feel sorry for these people at the same time.

The Way to Life and Love is a Curved Trajectory by crossroadswrite  (@crossroadswrite)

Canonverse, Rated T, 5K

“Do you know Katsuki Yuuri?” Victor asks Chris, two minutes later, when he finally manages to convince himself to stop looking at the dip of Katsuki’s back and his powerful thighs in those tight Mizuno track pants, and the way his hands are poised in the air mid-skate, and his slicked back hair and brown eyes and flushed cheeks.

Christophe hums into the phone in a way that suggests he not only knows Katsuki Yuuri but he’s acquainted with him. Chris’ version of acquaintance is very physical and usually involves a healthy amount of groping. “Don’t you?”

“He’s Japan’s Ace,” Victor says, trying to rack his brain for more information. “His step sequence is good?”

Chris hums again. “You’re not that oblivious that you haven’t heard of Unfairly Beautiful Yuuri.”

“Who?”

(Or, the one where Victor falls - literally and then figuratively - for Yuuri. Also something about a Best Ass Poll that is way more official than it should be.)

• Alternate first meeting <3<3<3 you have it all: social media, pining and THAT ASS. I would say 12/10 would read again, but I have already, a bunch of times.

What you should know about dating a man with children by SassySalchow (diedraechin) (@diedraechin​)

Canonverse, Rated G, 2K

Based off a tumblr drabble prompt and then grew too big...

"AU scenario where the skaters mistake the triplets for Yuuri's kids when they first meet him, possibly when he brings them to the skater-only area as a b-day treat, or something? (Kudos if you can work in jealous!Victor somehow, but the skaters having a fun reaction would be A+, tbh. Would be lovely if you could include Chris and/or Yurio :D )

• Ahhhhhh my quick fix for whenever I’m feeling down, this Viktor is such a dork and extra, I love him.

5 times Viktor encountered culture shock in Hasetsu + 1 time Yuuri did by forochel (@forochel)

Canonverse, Rated T, 3K

this fic ... basically does what it says on the tin.

• I adore not so smooth Viktor in an environment he can't control (or at least do some research lol), good stuff.

Five Times Chris's Dating Advice Was Ignored By Russian Skaters by liliths

Canonverse, Rated T, 3K

—and one time it wasn't.

Christophe Giacometti. Twenty-five. Cat lover, chocolate eater. Professional Swiss figure skater and confirmed Grand Prix finalist. Running an unofficial dating advice ring for Russian skaters who don't listen to him to begin with. How did his life come to this?

Chris-centric, in which he is done with literally everyone. Except the dog.

• Chris is heaven sent and deserves a medal for dealing with awkward russian skaters.

just like me they long to be by sparklespiff (@todaythesamesky​)

Canonverse, Rated T, 3K

"Haven't you noticed that Yuuri gets everything he wants?"

"Everything that's in somebody else's power to give him," Mari says, before Victor can bring up last year's GPF. "He's not magic, just pretty."

"But it's like magic. My theory is that it's because he's sneaky beautiful, so you're not expecting it, and then, under all that stuff, whoa! Gorgeous. And it's too late to save yourself."

"Stuff?" Victor keeps smiling but makes his voice cold, the way he does when reporters overstep. His Yuuri doesn't have stuff. Everything about him is beautiful.

or:

Yuuri lives in a Beautiful Person Bubble. It's Victor's responsibility to make sure he never finds out.

• Again with oblivious heartbreaker Yuuri, this is ridiculously funny. Also, Mari and Phichit??? A++

The Boyfriend Paradox by japansace (@japansace​)

Canonverse, Rated T, 3K

For some inexplicable reason, Yuuri speaks Russian.

Now, as everyone knows, there are only two viable reasons why anyone ever learns a foreign language:

1. For school. 2. To impress a foreign love interest.

And Victor can’t quite bring himself to believe that Yuuri would be at all studious enough to hunt down Russian classes in Detroit of all places.

(Or: Victor gets jealous of a boyfriend that doesn’t exist.)

• We all think Yuuri is dense and oblivious but like Viktor is just????? SO BLIND???? it’s adorable.

The Thirst Trap by CharmingMonsters

Canonverse, Rated M, 12K (WIP)

Victor Nikiforov reads Thirst Tweets for a Buzzfeed video; Yuuri is anonymously quoted and wants to die. Phichit makes sure everyone is properly hydrated.

• Awkward meet cute, Yuuri the fanboy, sad pre Yuuri Viktor, hilarious but the feels omg 

Giacometti & Co. by Anna (arctic_grey) (@finleighsaid​)

Past Viktor/Chris, Past Yuuri/Chris, Canonverse, Rated M, 7K

Against his shoulder and into the fabric of his t-shirt, Yuuri mumbled, “HaveyoueversleptwithChris?”

He choked on his breath. Oh. Uh. “Errrr…” His mind raced. “A little?”

aka the fic where both Viktor and Yuuri have slept with Chris.

• Amazing!! I owe this fic so much! like really, this is cute, fun and jealous Viktor is the cherry on top.

The Early, Awkward Years by Nomanono (@nomanono​)

Viktor/Chris, Canonverse, Rated E, 6K

Victor Nikiforov wasn't always smooth and suave. His singular focus on skating created a pronounced inability to people, and Chris winds up bearing the brunt of his sexual incompetence.

• This is beyond funny, I had to stop reading 3 times to properly laugh. Inexperienced, not a playboy Viktor is the best best and Chris tries so hard, poor thing.

it's like you're photoshopped by Metis_Ink

Actors AU, Rated T, 10K

Not-So-Local Ex-Dancer Upsets Coworkers by Failing to Communicate with Celebrity Castmate, details at eleven.

//Yuuri just wants to retire already.

• The actual movie is amazing? the author literally wrote an entire musical for this fic, mad respect. And at some point I cried, legit tears, because I was laughing so hard. 

Pinning and Pining by Multiple_Universes (@witharthurkirkland)

Porn actors AU, Rated E, 51K

Victor starts his career as a porn star, working for a studio that has a somewhat… artistic approach to the whole genre. But that’s not the problem. The problem is: he can’t find a way to ask his hot co-star to be his boyfriend.

An AU where Victor and Yuuri are both porn stars who, despite all the hot sex filmed for a ton of movies, still end up in a situation where Yuuri is oblivious and Victor is pining away.

• The porn movies are so cheesy and bad but like artistic so you just laugh and laugh. Viktor is such a softie and there’s so much unresolved romantic tension, a big fave.

though the stars walk backward by alykapedia (@alykapediaaa​)

Space AU, Rated T, 8K

“Trust your heart if the seas catch fire, live by love though the stars walk backward.” - E.E. Cummings

Yuuri's only ever wanted to send a message out into the great vastness of space, maybe witness First Contact during his lifetime. He gets his wish. And then some.

• Alien viktor!!! an intergalactic booty call!!! fantastic!

Much Ado About Something by eternalsunshine13, Skowronek (@eternalsunshine13, @kaja-skowronek​)

Space AU, Rated T, 33K

By day, Victor Nikiforov is the head of European operations for LearX, a company on the forefront of private space travel. By night, he is makka-baby on Tumblr, a prominent figure in the small but passionate poodle fandom.

By day, Yuuri Katsuki runs F.O.O.L., a subsidiary of Katsuki Enterprises, whose stated goal is to bring LearX down one lawsuit after another. By night, he’s oodlesofpoodles, an active member of the poodle fandom and possibly makka-baby’s biggest fan.

By day, they duke it out in court. By night, they become friends—and maybe something more—as they fall for each other one Tumblr message at a time.

Or: a romantic comedy starring two idiots in love, the Katsuki family, the mothers Nikiforov, the husbands Chulanont-Giacometti, two doggos, six hamsters, one Yurio, and many, many schemes to get our favorite lovebirds together.

• Do they really hate each other?? are they falling in love?? is the tumblr app gonna crash all the damn time? I won't tell, you gotta read this.

The Vastness of Space by shysweetthing (@shysweetthing)

Space AU, Rated E, 16K

As chief communications officer on board the Interstellar Alliance Fleet’s Star Ship Victory, Yuuri doesn’t have to think about who he actually is on his home planet. He just has to listen to his captain, do his job, and…not fall in love with his best friend, the ship’s science officer, Victor Nikiforov.

Well. Two out of three’s not bad.

Then his mother calls with the worst possible news: She, the Empress of New Nihon, has arranged Yuuri’s marriage. There’s only one thing Yuuri can do: Fake a boyfriend, and fake one fast. Who better/worse to play that role than the friend he wishes was more? What can go wrong? It’s not like Yuuri can fall more in love...

• Mutual pining, fake dating and arranged marriage AND SPACE UGHHH all my weak spots. So sweet and good and the writing is on point, i cry.

The Unknown Unknown by opalish

Superpowers AU, Rated T, 7K

Yuuri never meant to become a supervillain. These things just happen to him. 

• One of the funniest fics I’ve ever read, the author has the best comic timing and this fic is beyond me like I practically laughed the whole time.

Dr. Shiny and the Case of the Beautiful Man by ShatteredPrism (@etherealalchemist​​)

Doctors AU, not rated, 6K 

There are about five things that Victor, in this very moment, is absolutely sure of.

1. The spawns of satan are here 2. they are not accompanied by their angel of a mother 3. they are with the most beautiful man he's ever seen 4. his scrubs are wet from where he'd dropped water on himself 5. and Victor is very, very gay.

Emphasis on point five, with a side of cupid's arrow and "ba-dum ba-dum" on a plate.

Because he is Very Gay, and not only is he Very Gay but he is also Hopelessly Attracted to a man who is undoubtedly Very Straight and very Unavailable and is perhaps the Most Beautiful Man Victor has ever seen.

---

in which Victor is a doctor, Yuuri is a godfather, and Yuri just wants some peace and quiet and a larger stash of lollipops.

• So pure and fun and Viktor is so so so extra.

pass that dutch by kiaronna (@kiaronna​)

High School/Mean Girls AU, Rated T, 5K

Maybe Viktor shouldn't have watched Mean Girls before he started his first day of high school in the United States, but he can't help it if he is suddenly inducted into his high school's very fashionable, Instagram-obsessed royalty. He can't help falling in love with the cute soccer player in his literature class, either. Even if he's supposed to be off limits.

• This captures the feel of the movie just right and Viktor is a mess, it’s just so cute.

esnake artist by sizhu (@sizhu)

Neighbors AU, Rated T, 1K

Yuuri meets the disarmingly attractive neighbor from upstairs, courtesy of Phichit forgetting to feed their scale baby.

Snakes like to go on adventures, too.

• Sassy Yuuri defending his reptile baby, a blessing.

all the types of dating by igneousbitch (@makkachinning)

Geology AU, Rated E, 8K

The only type of dating geologists are good at is radioactive carbon-dating. The rest goes completely over their heads.

(Viktor and Yuuri are geology professors leading a field course in Western Australia. Chaos ensues.)

Alfred shifts awkwardly. Looks at Viktor and Yuuri, and asks, “So, uh. Are you guys dating?”

Yuuri greatly misunderstands, and Viktor panics.

Of course we are, Yuuri says. Rather critically, he thinks to himself: why else would he be here, in the scorching, godforsaken heat, surrounded by a hundred kilos of rock, if not for the purpose of radiometric dating?

• I have no idea about geology and I still enjoyed this AU a lot, they’re pining so hard and ugh friends to lovers, my kryptonite.

Unconventional by so_shhy

Fandom AU, Rated M, 4K

After freezing up in front of his idol at a comic con panel, Yuuri decides that he needs an awful lot of alcohol to get over the embarrassment. It is a decision he will regret.

The fandom AU I can’t believe I wrote, featuring movie star!Victor Nikiforov and fanfic author!Yuuri Katsuki.

• So much second hand embarrassment but in a fun way, just brilliant.

If you can't take the heat... by mtothedestiel (@summersteve)

Reality show/Chef AU, not rated, 81K (WIP)

Stay tuned, coming up next it's Top Chef: International! Join thirteen chefs from around the globe as they battle it out for glory and prizes in the one and only New York City (and share all their innermost thoughts along the way!) Who will emerge victorious, and who will burn out?? Heartwarming triumphs, devastating eliminations, and even ~forbidden romance~ are all coming your way on this showstopping season of Top Chef!

• The script format threw me off for some time until I decided to read it and omg?? what a fool I’ve been for so long!!! this is incredible and well researched and makes me hungry all the damn time.

Coming Home Again by carafin (@carafinn)

Roommates AU, Rated T, 10K

Yuuri, given to periodic bouts of paranoia, would often wonder if Viktor is, in fact, a Russian drug lord on the loose, seeking refuge in a nondescript town in America. This would explain a manner of things: his evasiveness whenever probed about his job; the way he’d unpredictably throw out incisive, thoughtful commentary about the morning news over breakfast; his expensive tastes in shirts, watches, and wallets alike; why he’d want to stay here with Yuuri, of all places, when the contents his wardrobe alone could probably afford him a year-long stay at any condominium of his choice in the trendiest part of town.

And then he goes on to discover that Viktor actually has a premium account on club penguin, and that his five penguins are named Peanut Wigglebutt, Luke skyhopper, Zing Zing, Otto Von Longdong, and Mooshoo Vegetable, and beats the idea to death in his head.

• High quality hyper realistic amazing Yuuri the medical student being a mess, Viktor being a mystery but still a dork. Cute romance!!

[harley-sunday]

I and Love and You

Request by anon: Hi hun, could you do a Mouse x reader where they have been dating for a while,m. The reader works at Med and is a really good doctor and the reader and Mouse are just constantly being impressed by each other’s abilities and loads of fluff?? Thanks ❤️

Pairing: Greg ‘Mouse’ Gerwitz x reader

Warnings: slight language

AN: I somehow ended up with a couple of angst drabbles, but decided to add in some fluff to balance it out, so it’s kind of like 4 stories for the price of 1. Enjoy!

One.

Curled up on the couch you are enjoying a glass of red while flipping through a magazine you picked up at the gas station earlier. You have just finished reading your horoscope - ‘Good fortune is on your path’- when you hear the front door open. You tilt your head up, and before you know it he’s standing behind you, giving you a quick kiss, “Hey,”

He sounds off and your heart drops a little, knowing how his job sometimes gets the better of him. You toss the magazine aside and rest your feet on the coffee table, grabbing one of the pillows beside you, putting it in your lap. You pad the fabric gently, “Come on,”

Mouse nods and takes off his jacket before he lies down beside you, his head hitting the pillow softly. He lets out a sigh and closes his eyes.

You gently stroke his hair away from his face, “You want to talk about it?”

He lets out another sigh, eyebrows knitting together and your thumb traces them, trying to smooth out the tension. His left hand finds yours and he drapes your arms across his stomach, intertwining his fingers with yours, “We caught a dirty cop today.”

You gently squeeze his hand, waiting for him to continue.

“He worked over at the 15th district, so we didn’t really know him, and he did some really bad things, babe,” he hesitates for a moment, “but it still feels like I ratted him out.” He takes a deep breath before he continues, eyes still closed, “They had me search his laptop and I found some emails hidden on a backup server that tied him to the case, but I don’t know-”

“Hey,” your hand rests on his forehead, thumb gently stroking the bridge of his nose, “You don’t get to feel bad about this, Greg, this was all on him. You should be proud of yourself, you helped put away some fucker who doesn’t deserve to be a cop, because you, my love, are awesome at what you do.”

He opens his eyes and looks up at you, a smile forming on his lips, “God, I love you.”

==

Two.

The tears have dried somewhat when you walk up to the front door but you still take a few deep breaths while you go through your purse, trying to find your keys. Your hand shakes a little when you open the front door and you silently curse yourself. You kick off your shoes and hang your jacket before you walk into the kitchen where you find Mouse making dinner.

“Hey babe,” he says without looking up from the vegetables he’s cutting, head bobbing up and down in tune with the song he’s listening to.

You try to say something but only a sob comes out and you quickly cover your mouth with your hands, hoping he hasn’t heard it. But of course he has and you see him put down the knife, wiping his hands on the towel as he turns around, worry spreading across his face when he sees you. His shoulders drop a little and he holds out his arms without saying anything.

You walk into his embrace and let him envelope you in a hug, your arms thrown around his waist.

He gently kisses your forehead and quietly whispers, “I love you,”

You try but fail to hold back the tears and you bunch up the fabric of his sweater in your hands, holding onto him as if your life depends on it, letting the sobs roll out of you.

You don’t know how long you’ve stood there, crying, Mouse holding you, but eventually you calm down and it’s in between sobs you tell him what happened, “I lost,” you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding, “I lost a patient today, and I,”

“Oh babe,” he breathes, pressing another kiss to your forehead.

You try to continue, but a fresh set of tears is brought on by having said those words out loud and you bury your head in his chest again, his tear-stained sweater wet against your cheeks.

Mouse tightens his hold on you and softly speaks, “You are an amazing doctor, darling, please don’t ever doubt that. Every day you go to work and what do you do? You save lives.” He kisses your temple and holds you even tighter, “You are fucking amazing, don’t ever forget that. And I couldn’t love you more.”

==

Three.

“Hi Trudy,” you say as you walk up the desk sergeant.

“(Y/N),” she says and smiles, “Good to see you again. You here to pick up Mouse?”

You nod, “Yeah,”

“I haven’t seen him down here yet, you want me to buzz you up?”

“Can you?” you ask, unsure whether this is a good idea because in the two years you have been dating you’ve never been upstairs before.

“Of course!” she beams, but it’s then she leans over her desk and whispers, “Voight and the rest of the team are out, so this is just between you and me, ok?”

You nod, too stunned to say anything. When you reach the gate halfway up the stairs you hear a buzzing sound and you open it, but not before you turn back, “Thank you!

“Sure thing, kid.”

Your heart’s beating a little faster than usual and you feel giddy, like you are trespassing. Coming to the top of the stairs you are met with a seemingly empty room filled with desks, filing cabinets and whiteboards. Across from you is what looks to be Voight’s office, but it’s empty too.

“Babe?”

You jump a little and clutch your hand to your chest, “Oh Jesus,” Your head turns to your right and its then you see your boyfriend, sitting behind a desk that is hidden away behind a large filing cabinet.

Mouse lets out a chuckle, “What are you doing here?” He gets up from behind his desk and walks over to you, giving you a kiss.

“I came to pick you up,” you say, smiling into the kiss, “we’re going on a date, remember?”

“Oh shit,” Mouse silently curses as he pulls back, hand running through his hair.

You cock an eyebrow at him, “You forgot, didn’t you?” You smile to let him know you’re not mad, after all you know how busy he’s been, coming home late and leaving early for the last week or so.

He nods slowly, “I’m sorry, babe.”

You shrug, “It’s ok, we can reschedule.”

“You sure?”

“Yes,” you say, hoping to convince him, not wanting him to feel guilty about it. You look around the room, “How long are they gone for?

He looks at you, confused, “The rest of the night, probably. Why?”

“Well,” you say, smiling, “why don’t I get us something to eat and then we’ll just have dinner here? That way I know you’ll at least get some food in you and I get to watch you do your sexy hacker thing.”

“Sexy hacker thing, huh?” he counters with a grin.

You bat your eyelashes at him, “Hmhm,”

He laughs and pulls you in for a hug, kissing your forehead, “You are the best girlfriend ever.”

You nod, “It’s why you love me.”

==

Four.

“And the Elizabeth Blackwell Medal, awarded to those who have made the most outstanding contributions to the cause of women in the field of medicine, goes to,” the presenter opens the envelope and smiles, “Doctor (Y/L/N) of Gaffney Chicago Medical Center.”

You gasp and stand up as the room erupts in applause. You turn to your right where Mouse presses a kiss to your lips and slaps your butt to get you going, nodding towards the stage, “Go get ‘em, babe,”

In any other situation you would have bitten his head off for this type of PDA but you are too dazed to say anything. As you make your way to the stage you hear him yell out his support from where you were seated.

“Yes! That’s my girl!”

You turn around and throw him a look, but you can’t help but smile when you see him standing there, clapping, a giant smile on his face.

“Yeah babe, you won! I’m so proud of you!”

You shake your head, but can’t help but chuckle. You are congratulated by several colleagues as you cross the room and you are met by the presenter’s outstretched hand, helping you get on stage without tripping on the stairs.

He hands you the box that holds the medal and speaks into the microphone again, “Doctor (Y/L/N), everybody!”

The applause returns and you smile at the few photographers who are gathered in front of the stage before you carefully place the box on the microphone podium stand and clear your throat, silently thanking Mouse for making your write a speech because he was so certain you would win tonight.

“Thank you,” you say, and the room grows silent. You let your eyes wander across the room for a moment, before they settle on your boyfriend, who’s still standing up, beaming with pride. You smile and start your speech, your eyes never leaving Mouse’s while you thank those who need to be thanked and remind everyone that women can do everything men can, if not better.

“And finally,” you say, watching as Mouse looks confused because the speech you rehearsed does not end with ‘and finally’. You feel your smile grow wider as you continue, “I would like to thank my boyfriend, Greg, who has been my rock through all of this. I couldn’t have done it without you, babe,” you say as you throw him a wink and pick up your medal, your eyes still not leaving his, “I love you.”

[taleasnewastime]

Hello again!! You finished it!! Congrats, I feel like that deserves a medal or something 😅 thanks for reading to the end, always a great compliment that you didn’t give half way through. But yes, when I was writing this it didn’t feel right that they would jump into everything straight after the problems were resolved so I decided to write this epilogue to try and tie it all up.

Gah, I would actually love to revisit some of my old characters, they all hold a special place in my heart. Maybe I’ll write drabbles or additional add on stories one day. Or maybe if people are interested I could open up a Drabble request game or something… who knows, but if you’re interested I would be too!

Caught in the crossfire | Epilogue

Summary: Taehyung gets paid to kill people, he isn’t ashamed to admit it (though it’s not something he shouts about). To date he has never found a reason that someone didn’t deserve to die. That the person hadn’t committed some hideous act. That the world wouldn’t be a better place without them in it. But that was before he got sent your information.

Pairing: Taehyung x reader

Genre: assassin au; strangers to lovers; 18+ rating.

Word count: 11.6k

Warnings: lots of feelings, seriously it’s probably v cringe in places, explicit sexual content, protected sex, slight oral.

Authors Note: The final part of this series. It’s another big one, with a lot of feelings. I found it hard to write, as I find the end of every story, there were a lot of things that needed to be said, and I hope you’re happy and satisfied with the ending. Thank you for reading this series, it’s been so nice to read all of your comments, so thank you for leaving them! Enjoy the final part!!

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4 months later

Why is it always the wrapping paper that runs out? Sure, you can understand that the books are slower to go as people have different preferences and they’re more expensive, that makes sense. But why the wrapping paper? Why not the pens, or the little magnets you sell, or even the novelty birthday cards?  

Not that you are complaining. Since the whole affair with your dad ended, business seems to be good. Maybe it was just because you were actually back in the shop, no longer stuck in Taehyungs flat, that you felt so positive about it, but sales were up, and you had increased the amount of coffee mornings and author evenings you did, which also increased the number of customers.

You hadn’t seen Taehyung since you left his car 4 months ago. And while it feels like a good thing, not seeing him means you’re finally safe, you also can’t stop thinking about him. It was him who had suggested that you should increase the amount of author evenings, it was him who came into the shop most days before you left, it was him who you watched TV with every evening for over a week, which now feels slightly depressing to do in your flat alone.

While you hadn’t spoken to Taehyung, you’d spoken to Jin recently, you’d had to as he was still arranging interviews with the media. Four months and the media are still buzzing over the Robert Morton story. While you had opted to remain anonymous (something Jin had warned would mean less money), Jin was your go through for people to request interviews and/or comments on certain matters, which meant you had regular correspondence with him. Neither of you ever mentioned Taehyung, Jin probably waiting for you to ask about him, you trying to push him out of your mind. What was the point in thinking about him? He obviously didn’t want to see you, if he did, he would have come to the shop, he would have messaged you, he would have contacted you somehow, not left you in silence for months. It was better to move on with your life and try to forget Taehyung (easier said than done).

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[everlarkingjoshifer]

The Girl In Front of Me.....

So because @everlarkedalways is hosting a Re-thg reading and we’re currently on chapters 1 and 2. I decided to write a small tiny drabble. (which is rare considering all of my writing is hella stupid long) Normally I’m not much to write about little overlooked details but there was just one that I couldn’t ignore that was mentioned by @ghtlovesthg. Here’s your drabble dear, Hope you like it. Now I will like to mention that this is on a whim kind of thing and it hasn’t been beta’d by anyone other than me... So please be kind because I tend to have a chock full of mistakes. Punctuation is not my strength.... Oh and also I found this pic online and decided to make a tiny banner based on what I thought Prim’s clothes looked like. I put in her initials on the ends of the sweater because I thought that would be something that I feel Mrs. Everdeen would do.  

Thing that was new/forgotten: I thought Katniss tried to sell Prim’s baby clothes at the Hob, but she’s too afraid to go there, at first. Instead, she brings them to the “public market” in the town square, which is also mentioned in Chapter One. I totally forgot this existed, but it seems like it could be a wonderful setting for some fanfics/drabbles (hint hint hint hint)!

Anyways, Here it is Ya’ll,

Peeta Mellark looked at the girl in front of him, his daughter. Her brown hair split into two braids with bright green ribbons. He was startled by how much she looked like Katniss. Except the eyes, those were his. Her crystalline baby blues stared back at him. The edges of them crinkled in the corners by her toothy smile. She danced around in circles, her little legs clopping loudly against the floorboards. Yes, she wasn’t the stealthy one either but the two little ribbons that danced about her with each little spring of her steps reminded him of another two-braid girl who almost didn’t survive the harsh winter. 

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She’s was back. The girl with the chestnut hair and desperate eyes.She’s clutching a two little sweaters, if they could be called that at all. They’re so threadbare and bedraggled. I notice the way her crazed hungry eyes plead for someone, anyone to listen to her pleas, but it’s useless. She’s rebuffed as though she were, little more than a nuisance. The girl with two unkempt braids, with pieces of hair sticking in odd angles in the sides. Her smudged nose turning red in an effort to keep her tears from falling. She’s hungry and alone. Her father died in a mining explosion that trapped him it’s ruthless grasp. Her mother rendered silent and ghost like. However, the girl with the brown hair, the one with the hungry desperate look. The girl who unknowingly entranced me with her lilting, angelic singing stood brave before the mayor as she was handed a small cold medal hanging on a strip of ribbon. She shook with unshed tears as she hugged her little sister to her letting the small girl’s wails surround her and soak her thin sweater as their mother stood next to them in a trance like state. Katniss, like her namesake stood strong and supportive. 

I knew she must’ve been hurting but she refused to show it. I don’t know how she did it. I don’t think I could’ve stood as stoically proud knowing my father had dies. But there she was accepting a sack of extra grain and other pitiful items that would run out sooner rather than later. The light in her eyes extinguished when she simply nodded as the Mayor read off her Fathers name praising him for his undying loyalty to the district. For an unwarranted sacrifice. Days had passed and her mother still remained the same precipitating their inevitable hunger.   

The once happy Everdeen family simply wilted and there was no warm light coming from their cabin. Darkness and tears rung loudly from their end, but nothing changed. I could see the little sister’s face become more sunken and the dark circles in her pretty blue eyes were rimmed red from constant crying. Still, no one helped. Us the merchants were not really the charitable bunch even among ourselves and the people from the Seam had next to nothing to offer. 

I was becoming increasingly worried that Katniss and her family would die off if no one helped. I was ashamed to admit that some part of me had become selfish. I couldn’t bare to lose the one girl who brought a small sense of peace and joy into my life. Her voice reminded me of kinder days and where would I be without such a voice? What else could I do to help? Mother would never allow me to offer a helping hand, let alone think about helping. My father wouldn’t dare speak up. He was easily cowed by my mother’s erratic wrath and my two older brothers wouldn’t dare think of associating with the Seam moles as my mother referred to them. I think her prejudice was jealously unwarranted but then again, many things were. I’m not old enough to help and I’ve never felt more useless. 

She’s walking around clutching her sister’s baby sweaters in one hand and her other hand balled up into a fist. All pride being taken by the harsh wind as people shake their head impatiently in her direction telling her to “leave them alone” or to “get lost”. So cold hearted we had become. So selfish that my people refuse to acknowledge or even realize when someone else was in pain. Her frustration began to mirror towards me and despite all I wanted to do I had to sit there and watch as Katniss Everdeen begged for someone to take her sister’s bedraggled sweater for exchange in food or maybe some coins. I shook my head and went back into the bakery unable to witness anymore desperation and misery. It wasn’t until the morning crowd dispersed that I heard my mother shooing someone away. 

“Go away girl. Get out of my garbage cans. There’s nothing for you here and if you come back I’ll be sure to call the peacekeepers on you!” my mother screeched. 

I hear a scuffle of feet and I nudged my head slightly to see who it was. Katniss’s wild eyes danced in front of my own and I had finally seen enough. It was unbearable to see her barter her few belongings away, but to see her search our garbage cans was not acceptable. 

Before I even knew I’d decided. I brought two hearty loaves towards the oven and let them sit in front of the fire until the outer layer turned black and only just managed to turn my head towards the door when I felt a smack on the back of my head. 

“What do you think you’re doing? You idiot! We can’t sell these!” yelled my mother making me cringe from the high decibels that emanated from her mouth. I frowned and she back handed me so hard that my vision reeled about for a few seconds. “Don’t you dare sass me boy or I’ll teach you what I’m really capable of!” 

She reaches for the burning loaves and grasps me by the arm, yanking me towards the door. Rain pelts harshly against the ground and the unforgiving wind whips my face making me feel my fresh wound. I knew it would be swelling soon but I didn’t care at the moment. Mother smacks me on the back of the head again and orders me to feed the bread to the pigs before she stomps back into the bakery. I look over at Katniss who is huddled against a tree sweaters forgotten in the mud. She’d given up and I my resolution was reinforced once again as she looks over at me and squints curiously. I throw one loaf of bread and then the other before disappearing back into the bakery. 

I pray that she’d picked up my offering or I’d be in a world of trouble if my mother realized what I’d been up to. 

The next morning I see Katniss staring at me. She looked like she wanted to say something but she pauses when she sees my black eye. She frowns looking at the ground. Her wordless gratitude hanging in the air. Her eyes transfixes on a single dandelion. I kick myself inwardly for my cowardice. I should’ve approached her but something in me knew that I’d probably embarrass her further if I mention throwing bread at her. Then again, I should’ve walked out there and helped her. I shouldn’t have thrown the bread. I should’ve gone out there and given it to her instead. I sigh as I walk into to class kicking myself every step of the way. 

I hardly think I would ever deserve the girl in front of me...

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Two little arms encircle his shoulders and a tiny giggle perforates Peeta’s thoughts. His son looks over to the side of his face and Katniss’s steely silver eyes impishly smile at him. “I supwised you daddy.” 

Peeta laughs and nods, “Yes you did. Now what are you gonna do?” 

The curly haired blond boy looks at him thoughtfully for a second and starts to wiggle his tiny, chubby fingers, “Tickle time!” 

Peeta pretends to be at his son’s mercy crying defeat as Willow his daughter giggles at the absurdity of it all. 

“Okay Rye, you’ve won! Please I can’t take any more tickles.” Peeta implored.

“what’s going on here?” asks his wife. Her eyebrow raised as she tries to hide a smile. 

“I supwised daddy, and now I’m tickling him! I won!” Rye triumphantly announces. 

Katniss congratulates him and walks over to pluck her son from his father’s back and sits him on her hip, “Are we still up for that picnic?” 

Peeta smiles and nods as Willow walks over to them with her jacket on and ready, “I’m all set, I want to go!” she looks over at her dad expectantly, “Are the cookies we made yesterday in the basket?” 

Peeta nods and his daughter gifts him with a brilliant smile. He is once again, shattered by the resemblance between Willow and Katniss. He still can’t believe how he came to marry the girl he always loved. 

Willow pulls on his arm as Katniss walks out with Rye on her hip and the picnic blanket in the other hand. “Daddy, Let’s go!” 

Peeta nods and picks up their lunch basket before walking out the door and locking it and walking behind the girl in front of him....