#(sorry if I traumatise anyone with some angst)

[herbert-and-clover]

I feel like this blog is making me want to write it more

because like sure I'll have bursts of creative energy and wanting to create this entire story but sometimes I'll fall out of that. The only reason I'm still writing this is probably because of this blog tbh

even though there's no one here yet, there will be

and I'm excited for that day :)

[loveandmurders]

The Sun of Ambrose V (lost Sinclair!daughter reader AU)

Hi everyone, this is the final part of my Sinclair!daughter AU in which the reader is Bo's daughter and she has been taken away and adopted by a new family.

You can find part I here.

Hope you'll enjoy! <3

Warnings: no proof reading, killer!reader, mentions of guilt, violence, murders, blood, some sort of dark angst/comfort

You quite enjoyed your summer break in Ambrose. You loved to sculpt with Vincent, you loved to watch your dad work on a car and to have him show you things, you loved to wander around with Lester. You loved to play with Jonesy as well. Everything felt good. You never slept so well in years, because you were finally feeling safe enough to fully relax.

You hadn’t asked about the tourists anymore because you didn’t have enough strength for more drama for the moment. And whenever people were coming around, the brothers made sure you were busy somewhere else in the town or with Lester. You pretended you didn’t notice anything. You just wanted to be happy. 

And for the moment, your own desire to kill has quieted down. You were still feeling sick from the murder of your mother.

The brothers didn’t notice anything amiss; apart from the fact they still hadn’t heard the sound of your voice, you were once again their ray of sunshine. You were making them so full of joy. The twins were talking, late in the night, about the legacy once again. They hadn’t thought they could resume their plans on this matter. They were so relieved.

However they were a little bit concerned about your adoptive father. They were certain that even if the man wasn’t doing too well for the moment, at some point he would want to get “his daughter” back. The twins had no idea how to cut him out of your life without killing him. Bo would love to murder him - out of jealousy - but he knew that you would know it one day, and he didn’t want to upset you that way. Both your mothers already died after all…

You were having a snack in Bo’s garage while he was taking care of a new car. You were sucking on the chocolate that dripped on your fingers, as you were listening to the music your father put on. You were both enjoying each other's presence even if you weren’t interacting directly. Bo was always a lot more at ease when you were in the same room than him or at least in his line of vision. He was still traumatised; he lost you once, and he promised himself it would never happen again.

You slightly jumped when you felt your phone buzzing next to you. You grabbed it and frowned when you saw it was your adoptive father. Bo noticed the look on your face.

“What’s up, baby?” he asked you as he came closer to you. You put your phone on your lap so you could sign

“He is wondering where I am.” you replied, knowing Bo would understand who was the “he”. You father rolled his eyes and groaned

“Oh so he remembered he's supposed to look after ya?” he ironized and your crossed your arms on your chest “Don’t pout” he hummed and kissed the top of your head

“I’ll have to tell him I’m here. I can’t lie to him about that. Just be nice to him, okay? Things are difficult and… And he won’t be happy about the situation because…” you trailed off

“Because what?”

“Well before mom got sick, she discovered I was chatting with you and Vince and Les, and she was worried about me. She wanted to call the cops on you” you explained. Bo didn’t show any emotion but you read in his eyes that he was quite concerned about such news

“Luckily she got sick then” he commented out loud before realising it “Sorry, love, I didn’t mean it like that” he quickly added as you looked away. Luck had really nothing to do with it, you thought.

“Anyway, I will tell him I’m here. And he’ll probably come get me. I’m just gonna make sure he doesn’t call the police or anyone” you promised as you got up and left the garage

You needed to be alone to write to your adoptive father: “Hey dad, are you feeling better? I didn’t really have anywhere to go so I went back to Ambrose. Everyone is very nice to me and Bo is inviting you over (so please don’t call the police, they really didn’t do anything wrong!). Will you bring me back home?”

The answer was almost instantaneous: “Yes, I will. I won’t call the police because I shouldn’t have asked you to go away in the first place. Love you, I’m sorry for everything”

You were relieved, knowing he wouldn’t be lying to you, not after what happened, not when he had failed his mission of taking care of you.

You came back home and settled at the kitchen table, thinking about what to do next. You didn’t want to leave Ambrose but you wouldn’t be allowed to stay here. You tried to busy yourself on some silly games on your phone but soon enough you grew bored. You were feeling quite upset as well. For the first time in weeks, you wanted to kill someone. You needed to express yourself in another way than sculpting or drawing. You needed to take out your frustration on someone, but there was no one to kill here.

Vincent opened the basement door, in need of some water when he saw you. He quickly saw you weren’t your usual happy self. He put an hand on your shoulder for you to look up at him before signing:

“What’s wrong?”

“My adoptive father will come get me. I think he should be here tonight” you replied

“Do you want to go?” Vincent tilted his head to the head, you quickly shook your head

“No, but I can’t really do anything about it”

You could tell that Vincent wanted to say something but didn’t dare and he simply sadly nodded his head at you.

“How about we make something together? Would it cheer you up?” he offered, which made you smile

“I’d love to”

As you focused on the art you were making with Vincent, you forgot about your adoptive father and you forgot about the time. Your need to kill quietened down, but was still there, waiting for you to be on your own to eat you up alive once again.

You were about to finish a sculpture of Jonesy you intended to offer to Lester, when you heard two vehicles coming into Ambrose. You looked at the window, but didn’t recognise your adoptive father’s car. There were lost “tourists” who were following behind Lester’s truck. Vincent tensed and looked at the clock before asking you:

“When do you think your adoptive father will come here?”

“I’m not sure, soon I guess” you shrugged but you saw the panic rising into Vincent’s eye

“Alright. I let you finish the sculpture without me. We have work to do. Stay here, please.” Vincent replied

“What work?” you frowned

“Promise me you will stay here” Vincent asked, firmly signing each work. You understood he was pretty serious about it

“Of course, I promise you, uncle” you finally replied as you sat back down and watched Vincent leave the room and go back into the basement.

You were about to go back to your sculpture when you heard people violently arguing. The “tourists” didn’t seem to be too happy with Bo. Lester was quick to intervene as well. You watched the scene of a man pushing Lester to the ground, and Bo hitting the said man. Your eyes widened at such a display of violence. You nibbled on your bottom lip. Were your family killers, or was it just bad people disrupting the peace of Ambrose?

You saw that things were getting pretty rough between the three tourists and your father and uncle. You wondered where Vincent was, and almost got into the basement to look for him… Until you saw your adoptive father’s car coming into view. He really couldn’t have arrived at the worst moment. He stopped in front of the garage and tried to put himself between Bo and the man, and to appease the situation. Bo asked him to go away, you guessed, according to his gestures. And your adoptive father refused.

You were too far away to see everything, and even more when they seemed to come more into Bo’s garage. You just knew that at some point someone screamed. Two tourists ran away, Lester ran after them with what seemed like a knife, and Bo was covered in blood. You had to stop yourself from leaving the house. You wanted to help, and you wanted to be the one covered in blood. However, you never broke a promise you made to your family before, so you had to be better, you had to stay inside. You didn’t know where your adoptive father was anymore and you grew worried. How could things go so badly after such happy weeks in Ambrose?

Bo grabbed a rifle and was about to go after the tourists when he received a massive hit on the head from behind and fell on the ground. You saw your adoptive father with some mechanic tool in his hands.

You couldn’t stop yourself this time. You took the gun Bo was hiding under his armchair and ran to the garage. You had to stop them, you had to do something about it. You couldn’t scream or you would have. Your legs brought you in front of the two men with such speed, as the adrenaline was pumping into your veins. Before you knew it, you aimed at them.

Your adoptive father who was ready to hit Bo stopped his movement as he noticed you and he brought his hands in front of him. Bo was still on the ground, pretty disoriented by the hit he received on the head. He looked up and saw you. You had never looked so much like a Sinclair before. He knew you were his daughter then; he wouldn’t even be disappointed if you decided to kill him.

You were perfect.

“What are you doing? Shoot him, shoot him! He killed the guy, and he wants to kill us all. Your mother was right, they are murderers!” you adoptive father yelled as you eyes moved between him and Bo

“I won’t hurt ya, baby” Bo whispered to you “Everythin’s alright” he continued, trying to sooth you. And one thing was certain, you wouldn’t stand to never hear him talking to you like that anymore.

You looked back at your adoptive father, tears in your eyes. You wanted to tell him how sorry you were about what you were going to do, about what you did to his wife, but with the gun in your hands, you couldn’t.

You shooted and closed your eyes. His body loudly fell to the ground and you shivered. You looked down at Bo and helped him to get up.

He quickly hugged you before gently rocking you, so you could calm down. You didn’t cry in his embrace, you felt at peace. You felt like everything was as it always should have been.

“Ya alright?” Bo whispered to you as he cupped your face into his bloody hands. You nodded and sniffed.

Screams resonated from the House of Wax and you moved from Bo. You were ready to help, you were ready to kill some more but Bo grabbed your wrist. He softly took the gun from you and kissed the palm of your hand.

“Don’t worry, baby. Les and Vince are taking care of the two others. Ya can rest now. Ya did amazin’. Ya saved me, ya saved the family” he hummed, pride shining into his eyes. “Told ya everythin’ was gonna be alright,” he added as he brought you back against him once again.

You couldn’t fully relax, not knowing if your uncles were doing alright. You kept your face towards the House of Wax, waiting for them. Soon enough, you saw them pulling two bodies out of the museum and you felt the adrenaline leaving you.

“I need to sit down” you signed to your dad who quickly nodded. He opened Lester’s truck and sat you down at the passenger seat, as it was the most comfy place he could offer for the moment. He didn’t want you to see the body of your adoptive father either.

“Stay here, I’ll be back soon” he murmured. He needed to let his brothers know about what happened. 

Soon enough, they were all around you. You quickly scanned them, to make sure they were unharmed. They didn’t really know what to tell you. They were happy, of course, but they weren’t too sure how you were feeling. You killed the man who raised you for years, after all.

Truth to be told, you used to feel guilty because of the death of his wife that was driving him crazy, but now they were back together. You felt free. You felt ready to kill again, to kill for the family business.

“Bo told us ya did the right thin’” Lester told you and you gave him a soft smile “Feelin’ all good?” he asked and you nodded.

“You don’t have to feel bad for having… killed him, you know. You protected your real father, you protected us. You did what you had to do” Vincent signed to you, even if Bo and Lester weren’t too sure that reminding you you killed him was a good idea. To their surprise, you relaxed into the seat and nodded again.

“I am a Sinclair” you said in a rough voice you hadn’t used in years.

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[halucynator]

Hi can I get a imagine about Theodore Nott?

Okay so reader and (duh!) theodore are partners in potion’s class. Both slytherin. They are making the potion Amortentia (see where I’m going with this?), they sniff it, and then challenge the other to drink it making them infatuated with each other. Reader already has feelings for Theo since second year but never knew theo felt the same but since he’s a guy and guys act macho and tough, he pretends the feelings are only because of the potion towards their friends (only Pansy (our bff!) knows about our feelings towards Theo). Ending it with a confession of feelings and a truck load of smut?

If you don’t do smut, a fluffy ending please

Amortentia

Pairing: Theodore Nott x fem!reader

Warnings: fluff, angst, confessions, shouting (like barely)

A/n: first of all, thanks for the request, I love it! Sorry this was so late x I kinda forgot about the fact that I finished it because I thought I posted it so sorry xx I also didn't give it a smutty ending (sorry!) Because I suck at writing smut. My reason before used to be bc I was uncomfortable but idrgaf anymore. It's just cause I suck at it and dont wanna disappoint you xx hope you like it 🩷

Also to all the other people who requested: I see your request xx I'm going to take some time to write it to do it justice xx

You stumbled into Snape's potion class, knowing you were late. In your defense... you had none.

You sat down next to Theo, your good friend, after being told off by Snape.

"Today we'll be making amortentia. Can anyone tell me what an amortentia potion is?" Snape directed the question to the class.

Hermione raised her hand. Of course she did. Snape nodded towards her, gesturing her to continue.

"It's one of the strongest love potions rumoured to smell differently for each person." She answered.

"Correct. Now to make this potion you're going to need the following ingredients." Snape went on about the ingredients. After a while, he finally told you to make it.

As you stirred the potion, the smell of white musk, violets and faint smoke enveloped your senses. The smell of... Theo.

"God you definitely did not cut back on your vanilla perfume today y/n." Theo stated.

You just stared at him waiting for him to realise.

"There's no way!" Theo said as he realised.

"Only one way to find out." You said.

He raised an eyebrow as a gesture to continue.

"Drink it." You say.

"What?"

"drink it." You repeat.

"if I drink it, you will have to too."

"okay, deal."

You knew you would regret it but it was already too late as you had already gulped down the potion.

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The next few hours were... traumatising (to say the least) for your friends.

Around other people you could pretend you were only flirting with Theo because you drank the potion. Other people except Pansy.

Pansy knew you liked him. Well, in your defense you never really told her. She was your best friend and you were going to eventually tell her but she guessed even before you could.

With the potion, you couldn't tell if Theo actually liked you or was just pretending. That's what he told all his friends. But in all fairness, so did you and that didn't necessarily mean it was true. He said he was infatuated with you because of the potion but you so desperately hopes he actually liked you. And the stupid potion wasn't helping.

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"You need to tell him!" Pansy said as you walked around her room telling her how you're ere contemplating if he liked you or not.

"What if he rejects me?" You ask, worried.

"Pfft have you seen him? He is so in love with you." She says.

"It could just be the potion!" You stated.

"You don't get it, do you? I mean before he drank it. He acted love struck then as well!" She said.

"What? No he didn't. He had a girlfriend at that time. And he wa making out with her. And doing... other stuff." You said disgusted.

"Guys tend to try and impress the person they like. He literally acted tough around you. All the time." Pansy said.

"I guess there's only one way to find out." You stated sighing as you gave in.

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You marched into the common room with Pansy write behind you making sure you don't change your mind.

"Theo can I talk to you?" You ask politely.

"Uh, yeah." He said.

As you walked out with him you just kinda said it.

"I like you. I've liked you for ages and it's okay if you don't like me back. You aren't inclined to. I smelled you in the potion and I never told you and I just felt that if I told you it would ruin our friendship and I didn't-" your words were cut short as Theo placed his lips against yours.

"Did you kiss me to get me to shut up? Wise choice." You said as you pulled away.

"Yeah that's one reason." He said giggling.

"What's the other reason?" You asked.

"Why do people usually kiss?" He answered you with a question.

"I know I just wanted to hear you say it." You said blushing slightly.

"I like you too." He said genuinely meaning it. You knew that wasn't the potion.

"Now can I kiss you again?" He asked.

"I'd like that very much." You said.

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Thanks for reading! This was on the back burner for a while and I kinda forgot about it bc I thought I posted it so sorry about that xx hope you liked it 💖

[imyourbratzdoll]

uhm hi? (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)

(sorry if Its awkward.. it's my first time doing this this and I'm not exactly.. a people person?)

I really hope this is the right portal to send asks.. sorry if this ends up elsewhere (⁠｡⁠ŏ⁠﹏⁠ŏ⁠)

I fell in love with ur writings ❤️ and I just wanted to know maybe if you could do a Bucky barnes one where the reader is like a servant/maid/helper and Bucky doesn't really socialise with her.. and then some piece of information get's leaked and Bucky doubts her (maybe even chokes her out of anger?) And Steve/Sam is there to calm him but yk reader is traumatised and can't stand being near him... But then he finds out that reader is not the one to blame (*act surprised*) and feels bad... But b4 he could apologize there's a threat and reader is in danger and he.. uh.. basically saves the day? (I haven't really thought abt the ending part)

hi honey bunny! it's okay, not awkward at all! I completely understand, I'm the same, haha. I apologise for how long it has taken me to complete this, I don't think this kind of genre is my specialty? but I hope you like it!

summary - bucky snaps, and then you get taken by the enemy.

warning - angst, choking, kidnapping.

the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips

You had been a maid for the Avengers for a long time, always loyal, quiet and quick. When Bucky had joined, you kept your distance, finding the man frightening, but you had felt bad for him. Today had been like every other day, you went around the compound and cleaned, making sure everything was organised, and the kitchen was stocked. 

As Bucky entered the room, you barely had time to realise what was happening. His face was even angrier than usual as he approached you. His vibranium hand comes up and strangles you. Bucky pushes you against the wall, “I knew you were a spy! Why the hell did you leak information about me?!” Your eyes are wide as you struggle to breathe, your mouth opening and closing as you try to respond but can’t. 

Steve and Sam walk into the room mid-conversation when they stop and notice what Bucky is doing. Both men quickly rush over and pull Bucky off you, and Sam kneels and pulls you into him, checking to see if you are okay. “What the hell, man?!” 

“She leaked the information! I just know it!” 

Steve shakes his head, looking down at you in pity and mouths an apology before dragging Bucky away.

Weeks pass by with you being cautious in the compound, always running whenever Bucky entered the room, keeping your head down and covering the bruises with a scarf or make-up. You didn’t know they had discovered who leaked the information, and you didn’t know that he felt terrible. You were heading outside to take the trash out when you were suddenly grabbed, too shocked to react before everything went black.

The team was alerted of what had happened, causing Bucky to go into a frenzy. He had been on his way to apologise to you, a bouquet of tulips in his hands, now lying on the floor from when he dropped them, taking off. The Avengers had suited up extremely fast. You weren’t just the maid to them. You were family. Always there to take care of them, stock their favourite things, and be there for advice.

Thankfully the team and you had agreed on a tracker in case something like this happened, so they set off to where you had been taken. A few hours passed, and they finally arrived, taking out anyone and everything that had stopped them from getting to you. Bucky slammed through everyone, an unstoppable killing machine. He stopped at a room you were being held in, his heart beating out of his chest when he noticed your bruised form tied to a chair. 

“Shit! Shit! Shit!” He ran over, quickly untying you and holding you close to him. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry!”

thank you for reading! feedback and reblogs are greatly appreciated.

[goldenavenger02]

Hello! I have a prompt idea I hope it's not too gory or something:

Kai accidentally harms Lloyd horribly (maybe burned him...?) and Lloyd is traumatised.

Angst with a happy ending

I am so sorry this took so long and I am so sorry if this does not meet what you were looking for. I have been working on this for months.

Ao3 Link:

“I…I kinda need your help and I know I should probably just go back to the monastery and that I’ll probably regret coming to you later but-”

“What is it?” He cut him off with a raised eyebrow and his hand pressed against the doorframe, only to wince when he moved his hand to reveal a significant red, blistering burn that covered most of his arm.

“Kai and I got into a fight.”

After they had rebuilt the walls of the monastery and the many, many allies aligned with his son made their way back into their city to rebuild the destruction to their own homes, he found himself lingering outside of the walls.

“Master Wu said you could stay here, since the wall of your apartment is kinda, well, gone.”

Even the way he approached the conversation, neutral to the fact that he had caused so much destruction and nearly ruined his life many times, just proved to Garmadon that even if the memories didn’t feel like his own, he had missed vital years of the boy he vaguely remembered growing into the man that stood beside him.

“And you would be okay with that?”

“Well, no, but he’s your brother-”

“Then I refuse to impose,” Garmadon interrupted as he turned to face the young Oni, “after all, it is your home as well. Tell my brother “thank you”, but I will find a place to stay on my own.”

“Fine, do what you want.” 

And yet, even though he clearly did not want him to stay, something about the huff of his voice as he turned on his heel reminded Garmadon of their conversation deep in the library of the Serpentine.

“That’s my greatest fear, is that I’ll end up like you! Because you don’t care about anything or anyone!”

“That is not true!”

“Tell me one thing you care about! One thing!” He didn’t have to speak, he simply pulled out the soda can, the one harboring the fern that Vinny had given him, to teach him how to care, to hopefully, one day, repair this very relationship.

But as soon as Lloyd registered what he was trying to say, his eyebrows furrowed and his voice came out in some sort of choked sadness around the yell.

“Plants don’t count! Plants aren’t people! They don’t have feelings! It doesn’t care that you abandoned it, or that you never sent it a birthday card or…or…oh, what’s the point? You’ll never understand.”

“Wait, Lloyd,” he spoke up, waiting until he turned back around with an unreadable expression on his face except for the questioning indicative by his raised eyebrow, “I know that rebuilding will be disorderly to say the least, but when you get a chance, I…I would like to continue speaking to you.”

“You’ve known where I was the whole time.”

“Right,” he let out a breath of air, “then I will try not to disappear again.”

Even when the teenager turned away and closed the door behind him, Garmadon knew that he had done the most he could until someone, probably Vinny, taught him how to actually use a cellphone. 

But the door did not slam, so he couldn’t help but consider it a baby step in the right direction.

…

Even when he moved apartments to one with a nicer interior but noisier neighbors and he finally did get the cellphone number for his son, the last thing Garmadon expected was for Lloyd to come to him first.

It seemed as though every time Lloyd Garmadon had come into his life, the world looked like it was ending if it wasn’t actually in the middle of collapsing around him; this time wasn’t an exception with the violent thunder ringing out across the nearly black sky every few minutes.

And standing in his doorway, with wet blonde hair falling into his eyes and his left hand wrapped loosely around his right wrist, was his teenage son with red-rimmed eyes.

“I…I kinda need your help and I know I should probably just go back to the monastery and that I’ll probably regret coming to you later but-”

“What is it?” He cut him off with a raised eyebrow and his hand pressed against the doorframe, only to wince when he moved his hand to reveal a significant red, blistering burn that covered most of his arm.

“Kai and I got into a fight.”

“Well, that is evident,” he remarked, only to remember exactly who he was talking to and the vague memories of how bad a fight with the overly protective fire ninja had to be for Lloyd to come to him with a burn, but come to him at all, “Vinny has a first aid kit in the bathroom, although I’m not sure how helpful it will be for…this.”

“Thanks.” Lloyd seemingly slumped with a sigh of relief before walking in and giving Garmadon the chance to shut the door, only to realize that Lloyd was already walking into the small bathroom and pulling the first aid kit out from under the cabinet.

“Do you need any help?”

“No, I…I patch myself up a lot.”

“Then you should know that taking the heat out of a burn is the first step.” Garmadon sighed as he took one step into the bathroom and flicked on the cold water before stepping back out to give Lloyd the room to properly treat himself.

They stayed silent for awhile, even though the relentless storm filled the quiet without their help; it wasn’t until the burn had been slathered in ointment and had a strip of gauze taped over it that Lloyd finally sat down on the closed toilet seat and rubbed a hand over his eyes.

“Sorry, about this, I just…” he pulled in a long breath, trying to conceal the tears that were building in his already red eyes, “Kai gets mad and blows up, and I know he’s just worried about me but I can handle myse-”

“You are welcome to stay as long as you need to.”

“I can’t, your roommate-”

“Vinny and I had this conversation after I helped rebuild your monastery, that if you ever needed to stay here and you were comfortable with that idea, the couch is yours. It’s no mattress, but it’s an option-”

“Why are you being nice to me?” Lloyd cut him off this time, and the silence it sent him into made him realize that he had to stop cutting off the teenager whose face matched his when he was much, much younger, “all I’ve done for the last month is yell at you.”

And he so desperately wanted to explain himself, that he remembered a time when he would burn the world down for Lloyd even if that version of himself felt forever out of reach, but he found himself straightening his spine and chalking it up to, “I am working on having compassion.”

“I don’t know how long I’m going to stay.”

“I’ll let Vinny know,” Garmadon insisted before waving a hand to beckon the teenager closer, “let me show you where the linen closet is.”

…

He was bewildered as he watched the famed Green Ninja, who he could only vaguely remember before he received the moniker below deck in an old pirate ship, carefully and thoroughly pull everything that could begin to resemble a mushroom off of every single piece of pizza he was offered from the box.

“You’re letting it get cold.”

“Cold pizza is better than eating mushrooms.” He shrugged as he moved on to pulling off the onions, making it impossible for Garmadon to stop himself from adding.

“But you are letting the stuffed crust pizza get cold.”

…

When the fire ninja did show up at his door two days later, his hair damp from the now light rain that was still plaguing Ninjago, Garmadon couldn’t stop himself from glaring at him as he opened the door, unable to stop himself from demanding after he asked if Lloyd was there.

“Who gave you the right, after you burned him?”

“”Who gave me the right?!” The elemental fire in the young adult’s eyes shone brightly with anger as he continued to shout, “it was an accident! I wasn’t the one who abandoned him, or threw him through multiple walls, or told him that he wasn’t my son-!”

“Kai?”

The shouting was instantly quelled and the fire ninja ran in, without any sign of permission, and instantly pulled Lloyd into one of the tightest hugs Garmadon had ever beared witness to; he had to pretend it didn’t send a pang of sadness into his heart when Lloyd wordlessly squeezed just as tight.

“Fuck, Lloyd, I’m so, so sorry.”

“I pissed you off while you were training and was in your line of fire-”

“That’s not an excuse.”

“But it’s an explanation,” Garmadon couldn’t help but wonder if that’s what Lloyd had been telling himself since they had started making an effort to repair their shattered relationship, “I’ll get my stuff real quick and meet you outside.”

Even though he could only see the back of Kai’s head when he nodded, the way he turned on his heel proved that his mouth was fixed in a tight, straight line and waited until Lloyd was out of earshot when he allowed himself to speak again in the form of a threat, “if you fuck this up again, you won’t ever be given another chance from any of us.”

And as the young adult left, it dawned on him as to what had angered him so much that he had accidently hurt his son. ‘He’s worried that I’ll hurt him again.’ The worst part was that Garmadon couldn’t even blame him when he was constantly worried that he was one misstep away from ruining the last chance Lloyd was willing to give him.

But when the boy returned with his freshly washed gi on and his sword strapped to his back, he stopped to look up at him as he awkwardly scratched the back of his head.

“Thank you for letting me stay here, and tell Vinny thanks for letting me borrow his clothes. I really appreciate it.”

“You shouldn’t keep Kai waiting.” 

“Right, right, I just…thanks, again.”

But as he turned toward the door, Garmadon couldn’t stop himself from reaching forward and resting a hand on the teenager’s shoulder, receiving a raised eyebrow as he turned which had him pulling back his hand quickly.

“Sorry, I just…do you want pizza next time?”

And the soft chuckle in his words allowed Garmadon to let the tension ease from his shoulders as he spoke, “only if you leave the mushrooms off.”

“Pepperoni pizza it is.”

[thedevilundercover]

hi so imagine an au where the Batfam has had like a mind link since it was just bruce dick and babs and once someone is part of the Batfam they join the mindlink but they’re all so good at compartmentalizing that they just never realize AND THEN Tim/some other person it doesn’t really matter gets high/fear toxin/ pollen/whatever and their walls just go down so every one’s just like wait what the fuck and then they slowly realize and get into it. I think it has so much potential for angst(someone doesn’t stop compartmentalizing and thinks their not part of it or some thing like borderline) or comedy(they fuck with people and are just menaces in general). This has been my ted talk. Thank you. (Sorry this was so disorganized and I have zero expectations for anyone to do anything with it so no pressure I just thought it was funny and wanted to share)

Oooh cool idea!

When I read this it reminded me kinda of sense8. Like the Batfam get interconnected via magic fuckery and like they don't notice it for a while because they're just like wow The Voices are increasing but whatever.

The angst potential is wild though because those idiots have never had a proper conversation in their life tf you mean they've talked about what they've went through personally.

They all think that the others got Fucked Up as children and so they're all like, "damn, I'm the least traumatised one. These bitches need therapy, not me tho."

[naavispider]

Stupid follow-up question to the tablet thing which has absolutely nothing to do with the tablet…

What do you think the likelihood is that RDA kept more DNA samples and/or made backup Clones, and team Deja Blue could turn into team Deja-Deja blue? Obviously with no memories of the events of the second movie. Like a clean slate.

Just here for the potential angst and family feels when they run into Spider again, and those relationships they developed wouldn’t exist anymore on the recoms’ end. They’d have to be rekindled. Spider would have a hard time with being forgotten. Things would be a little different the second time around. Maybe for the better. He wouldn’t be an asset/prisoner anymore. Maybe there would be some possibility of redemption for the squad the third time around?

…Sorry this is so convoluted. My brain don’t want the squad to be dead and is craving a fix-it .

Sorry it's taken me so long to get to this one! I think it's absolutely possible, and even probable that the RDA kept back ups! Whether they choose to utilise them or not I'm not sure, but I think they definitely could! Especially with the technology advancing, the cost of producing a recombinant is probably getting lower and lower as the years go by. I think recoms have got to be cheaper than growing an avatar and having to produce the technology that allows the driver to connect with it, becuase there is no... upkeep cost? Once the body is made and implanted with memories (idk how but let's assume it's a simple biological process in the year of our lord 2170), it is released onto Pandora and seemingly can fend for itself.

I think if Spider was to run into a deja-deja-blue squad, he would be pretty traumatised 🤧 He'd forget for a second that they would have no memory of him, and almost step closer to Wainfleet to check if he was real, before Wainfleet and the rest raised their guns on him and yelled at him to put his hands in the air. I don't think in the moment that he would try and talk them around. He knows it's back to square one and that those bonds took months to form. He would mourn the loss of the relationships he felt so proud of building, even though Lo'ak and the other Sullys would try to talk him out of the Stockholm Syndrome.

If the squad really was reborn again, I think they'd be just as evil the third time around, unless perhaps the RDA sent them into the Omatikaya clan much like they did with Jake in the first avatar film. That would open the door for so much angst because if the clan accepted them (knowing they were basically newborns) then it would presumably be down to Spider to help teach them the ways of the Na'vi all over again, and it's so painful because he had come to care for them (although he can never admit that to anyone) and little things would remind him of the first time he did this with them, like tracking a yerik's hoofprints.

[maleficore]

Saw someone else do it and I think I've done this before too, but the list has grown since then a bit so here's my current lineup of read dead wips that I'm working on!! :D Minus the stuff that's already posted on AO3 cuz I see no point in doing a synopsis for things that have left my google drive and you can go and read ahah.

Turned out loooooong so lookie under the cut if you're interested in knowing what I'm up to.

Morston Soulmate AU (title tba, multichapter, around 20-30k when finished) - An AU where you can feel all the injuries your soulmate gets, both minor and major ones. There's no soul marks, seeing your soulmate get hurt and connecting the dots is the only way to find out. Has a lot of time skips and focuses more on feelings than events, but starts out pre-canon when John almost gets lynched and works its way towards the end of the canon story. Chapters alternate between Arthur's and John's POV. Canon compliant :)

RDR2 "Modern AU" (title tba, multichapter, long as shit) - I only call it a modern AU for the sake of simplicity... I'm not sure if it counts as one. Set in 1999 and focuses on the case of Arthur Matthews -- a 36 year old adoptive son of the infamous criminal defence lawyer Hosea Matthews, who went missing without a trace for six months and then reappeared miles from his hometown, seemingly unharmed, but also... not quite right. Delusional, confused, suffering from some sort of memory impairment. The story is about Arthur struggling to adapt to being back home in a reality that is apparently foreign to him. Outsider's/John's POV, but not really shippy. It can be read as pre-slash, though.

My Self-Indulgent Jesse/Arthur fic (another title tba lol, it's too early to tell but I'm thinking multichapter? A collection of scenes from 1878 to 1899) - This one is for me and me only, though I will eventually post it 😂 Written in second person, like a reader-insert and can be read as one if someone wants to, but I am including Jesse's backstory and feelings that are way too specific to be immersive for anyone but myself... I'm working real hard to write it in a way that portrays growing up queer in that time somewhat realistically, so it's not always pretty, but I do try to keep it not that depressing. Features: Jesse's early-life backstory, the story of the scar, his first Gay Experience, how his brothers died, the ups and downs of his relationship with Arthur, why they eventually broke up for what felt like last time, how he got arrested (altered RDO storyline bit) and how he got back up with the gang. I'm planning to do a rough rewrite/fix-it of the canon story with him in it too, but that's... an "one day" thing ajsddjfk

Morston Omegaverse (title tba, one shot, around 10-15k probably? I can't keep things short, sorry) - Young-ish and freshly presented Alpha John, "Closeted" Omega Arthur. Ngl this one is smutty as hell... but! I think my take on omegaverse is rather fun (very transgendered) and it's porn WITH not without plot so something for everyone there lol. John's POV again + lotsa feelings, misunderstandings and some angst :) Just the way I like it.

Vandermatthews Daemon AU (had a title but ao3 yeeted my draft and I forgot what it was, oops)- I say Vandermatthews, but it's more of a "curious couple, unruly son" genfic than real slashfic 😅 This is supposed to be the beginning a series of oneshots from different characters' POV. This one is maybe a 1/3 done (needs a serious rewrite tho) and written from Hosea's POV. It's about him and Dutch finding and taking in young Arthur -- a very traumatised child who has undergone intercision and therefore lost his daemon. More of a collection of vignettes from that moment to when they take in John than a real coherent fic tho. The next one is going to be John's POV coming of age thing and we'll see where my brain will go from there. I want to do a separate big ass post about this one later because I have Opinions on the gang members' daemons that I need either challenged or validated...

1907!John/Isaac fic (title tba... a two parter, one set in the epilogue and the second is a RDR1 fix-it) - NOW HEAR ME OUT!!!!!! PUT DOWN THE GODDAMN PITCHFORKS FOR A SECOND PLS This is a plot bunny that Refused To Fucking Die. Isaac is obviously an adult in this (22), they have never met before, and the story begins in the months where Abigail and Jack were gone and John worked alone on Pronghorn ranch. It's not so much a romance (despite the slash) but more two people dealing with different types of grief in Very Unhealthy ways, okay. It's supposed to be a bit iffy because of that and the... 12 years of difference between them in this universe. I'm not trying to make this shit uwu or anything. It's also a bit of a daddy issues vent piece for me and I've been working it for MONTHS because I want to write this one right. This is the the fic I redacted in my last WIP showcase, but now decided that... fuck it. Here you go.

(Doubt anyone has made it this far, but if you did ily.. please lemme know what you think? My ask box is open for questions too... I love talking about the stuff I'm working on even if it's not posted yet ❤)

[dracocheesecake]

Angst mood turns to comfort yayy

A few other hdcns for that previous ramble of mine

Kai actually shows his soft side with you again just like it was before your death but only when you sleep. He still sees it as a weakness of himself so he’s not that embarrased when you can’t see it. Being nearby, guarding you of possible intruders, silently covering you with his cape that can be used as a blanket when you’re cold or fix it when it slid, soothing you if you have troubled sleep. In days of old people used to perseive sleep as a little death, and you appears to be so serene he fears you’re gone again. It’s just reminds him how you looked so peaceful when you died back then he even mistook it for a sleep for a moment

I mean I don’t mind all of it when I’m awake too :< C’mon general, I’m sorry I hurt you, you can hug me I won’t tell anyone

If you have a female body and your period came and even worse it’s painful you freaked Kai out. When he first saw you laying scrunched in pain and there’s a strong blood smell he almost lost his mind because here we go againn or what the hell is happening💀💀die agan in front of me and I’ll kill you myself

Him being traumatised of human women biology but full of respect to them. I mean he’s an ex warlord, he is aware of how life-treatening blood loss can be. And you have to have it for the most of your life every month for nearly a week? It can’t be stopped and you’re still alive?? You’re still weak in fights but you’re badass

Yes! Kai would still be shaken over your 'death', though he wouldn't let himself show it while you're awake- but he's definitely watching you sleep, making sure you're still breathing at an even rate, occasionally even placing his hoof on your chest to make sure your heart's still beating.

I think Kai wouldn't understand the menstrual cycle (I mean heifers and other femal animals he knows of don't have periods) but once you explain it to him, explain that it's not life threatening, he'll relax. It's no where near as bad as calving, but he does have a newfound bit of respect for you for enduring that much blood loss and pain without (much) complaint. He's going to try to care for you through it as best as he can, trying to find you soothing teas and anything else that might help with the discomfort. He also tries to find something to help "staunch the bleeding" (man is not shy at all about it, once he understands somewhat, to him it's just anatomy, he's seen so much worse). Kai would definitely find it strange, though, but again, the fact you actually bear it really makes Kai see you with some respect.

[creepling]

looking for keller - reader x alex jones (platonic)

synopsis: the reader has a vengeful spirit towards keller for what he did to barry. reader visits barry at the hospital and begins to have a change of heart.

word count: 945

cw: cursing, descriptive injury, angst

I don't know why I showed up at the hospital. It wasn't wise of me; they were just kids. They had nothing to do with this. But that shithead hasn't been seen in over a month. The motherfucker disappeared overnight. The detective might've been finished, and the family may have been at peace, but I was not. Alex lay in his hospital bed, suffering swelling, first-degree burns, severe blood loss; you name it. He was on the brink of death, and for what? Being a victim? Some guy decided almost to kill him because he didn't know the whole story, and I'm not letting that slide.

"What are you doing here?" Detective Loki spotted me in the waiting room.

I got up from the seat and approached him. He took a few steps back. The anger must have been showing in my face, oozing out of my glare.

"Have you heard anything about Keller?"

"Come on. The case is over. Barry is safe now," Loki said.

"Really? You call Barry's condition safe? He'll be more traumatised now than the time he spent with those freaks," I raised my voice, "He was gonna fucking die!"

"Well, he ain't dead, is he?" Loki snapped, immediately recoiling back. I could have killed him on the spot. I really could.

"Look... We're looking for Keller, okay? His wife filed a missing person's report, and once he's found, he'll have to go into questioning. And my bet is he will be convicted of charges due to the evidence we have piled up. He'll get what's coming to him," Loki assured.

Keller never realised he started a chain of vengefulness with his actions. He beat up Barry to find his daughter. Now I was going to get him for hurting him. Wherever he is, I'll find him. He could be right under our noses for all we knew.

"I trust you'll do your job well, Detective," I said, stepping further away until I was leaving. Loki only made eye contact once I turned a corner down the hall.

Alex was stirring in his bed when I arrived. He was in another hospital on the other side of town. Mrs Milland sat by his side, a melancholic look on her tired face. When she was reunited with her son, I found it challenging to explain my connection with him. He was like a brother to me. I tried my best to protect him. She never blamed me for what happened to him. She said, "We can't all play God." But I blamed myself. I should've been there for him.

"Do you want a moment alone with him? I'll go get us some food," Mrs Milland said, patting my shoulder on the way out.

"Barry?" I called. I approached him by his bedside, taking his hand into mine. My touch made his eyes flutter open to the best of his ability. They were still swollen, and he found it hard to see. He knew who I was from my voice, flexing his soft grip on my hand.

The sight of him was hard to witness. My eyes grew warm, and tears began to drip down my cheeks. I quickly wiped them away, taking a big inhale of air, trying to hold them back. My jaw quivered, and I squeezed my eyes shut. Before I realised it, I was crying in Alex's arms.

"I'm so sorry . . ." I sobbed, "I'm sorry, Barry. I tried to find you, I . . . had to find you,"

Alex was too weak to comfort me. I didn't expect him to do anything. How selfish of me to cry when he was in this situation. If I found him, saved him, killed the son of a bitch that hurt him, he would not be broken. I sniffed back my tears; my eyes glared at the mid-air.

"I'll kill him. I'll kill that fucker for what he did to you," I muttered, my voice like venom.

Alex began to open his mouth, struggling to speak. I leaned in closer so I could hear him. His vocal cords croaked. I was there patiently.

"Don't . . . Hurt . . . Anyone,"

I extend my head back, studying his face. His grip on my hand tightened, but his thumb soothingly stroked my fingers.

"He . . . Needs . . . Child,"

I put the pieces together in his speech. Don't hurt anyone. Keller needs his child. Does he mean I shouldn't hurt him so he can be with his kid?

"Barry, he hurt you. He nearly killed you. I- I can't let that slide,"

I saw a glint through his swollen slits as I stared into his eyes. He shook his head as gently as he mustered and stroked my hand.

"Let go," He muttered. Talking began to drain his energy. He rested his head deeper into the pillow, closing his eyes completely. I sat there for a moment, pondering his words. Tears fell from my eyes again, but I was too deep in thought to sob. He didn't want me to hurt Keller. He practically begged me not to. He used the little energy he had to tell me that.

"As you wish," I whispered, planting a small kiss on his forehead.

That night I stayed by his side. I never let go of his hand. I planned to hunt for Keller that night. I even had the weapons to equip me in the back of my trunk. Instead, I did what Barry wished. I let go. Of my anger, my rage, my thirst for revenge. Instead, I stood by his side because I would never let go of him.

[im-not-corrupted]

A Chance Encounter - a pre-slash Dream/Hob fic

Teen & Up | No Warnings Apply | 2.1k | Dream & Hob

When Dream decided to run away from home, he made a couple of less than ideal decisions. Now he’s stranded, alone and hungry, with nowhere to go and nobody to aid him.

Enter Hob Gadling: the truck driver who nearly runs him over, and offers him a ride out of guilt and concern.

Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Human, Hitchhiking, Angst, Near Death Experiences, Pre-Slash, Dream nearly gets hit by Hob’s truck, Hob feels very guilty about that, Cheap Motels, Dream abandons any sense of stranger danger for food and a bed, i don’t blame him, Good Friend Hob Gadling

Written for the @dreamlingbingo, with @samsalami66! Fills square B1, Cheap Motel.

Read on Ao3 here, or read the full fic below the cut!

The night was cold. 

Silent. 

Dark. 

None of which were things Dream was particularly happy about as he stood at the side of a road, a backpack containing exactly one change of clothes, two protein bars, what he might’ve underestimated to be enough cash, and a half empty bottle of water marking his only belongings in this world. 

Suboptimal, his elder sister would say. 

Dream would rather call it idiotic, or the thing that happens when one does not get to plan a decision thoroughly beforehand, or, even better, the reason why one does not make spontaneous decisions.

For naught, all of it. He was here now, a rebellious man-child fled from the confines of his luxurious home, left to die alone in the wilderness. 

The wilderness, as in: a road Dream did not know the direction of, a forest he was unfamiliar with, and no town to be seen for at least another few kilometers. And, God, was he tired. Exhausted, down to the bone. The soles of his feet hurt with every step he forced himself to take along the pavement. 

He would die. Surely, Dream would die out there, a nice and filling meal for the lucky wildlife of this forest, who wouldn't even have to hunt him to chew some meagre flesh from his very dead bones. Or perhaps some unlucky truck driver would find his dead body lying on the side of the street, just before he could provide anyone with a filling meal. 

Poor guy. Finding a body must be traumatising. He would rather not traumatise anyone with his death. 

That. Would be suboptimal. 

Dream sighed deeply, and his stomach responded with a low rumble, a reminder of the food he hadn't eaten in a few days. "I know. I know. We need food. An actual meal." 

Another rumble, which ended on a higher note, almost squeaky. With a lot of imagination – and Dream had nothing if not a blooming fantasy, a mind fit for the creation of the impossible – it sounded like a question. Though perhaps this thought was bordering on insane, even for his wild imagination. 

He answered anyway. There wasn't much else left to do. 

"I do not know where we get food from! I see as much as you do." 

Another rumble, to which he rolled his eyes. His stomach was being particularly difficult today. 

"I am aware that you cannot see anything—oh bloody hell!" Dream cried out as a truck skirted around him with squeaking tires and came to a grinding halt only a few meters before him. The side only missed him by a few centimeters, and it took every bit of his willpower to keep the trembling of his limbs under control as he realised just how close this truck came to hitting him. 

God, wouldn't that have been an end to his journey? Caught between the tires of a sixteen-tonner, just to have what was left of him to be picked out with a stick and washed off at the next gas station, never to be seen or heard from again? 

Bile rose at the back of his throat as the images of his near-fate crossed his mind over and over again, the lights of the truck in the absolute darkness made his head spin. Perhaps he should sit down? 

"Fuck, hey, I'm so sorry about that!" a voice suddenly came from his left that made him almost jump out of his skin. “Are you alright?”

A man stood by the left of the vehicle that nearly took him out, staring at him with obvious concern. At least, Dream thought that was concern—it was a little hard to tell, for the truck’s headlights were the only source of light, and the man stood before them.

It took him a moment to regain the use of his tongue, to nod once hesitantly. He didn’t know this person, and there was some amount of anxiety to be found there. He was alone, in the dark, with a stranger he didn’t know and no food. It was entirely possible he would die there, that the driver’s reflexes saved him from one awful death only for the man himself to be responsible for his end anyway.

“I am. Fine,” he said. It came out tense, terse. Blunt, even, and he hardly cared. Perhaps this person would leave him be, if he was blunt and rude and everything his parents hated about him. Perhaps he could continue on his way, alone and starving, but alive for a little longer.

“Are you sure?” he pressed. He didn’t seem bothered by the rudeness of Dream’s reply, instead stepping forward once. He remained still when Dream flinched unwillingly. “Christ, love, are you alone out here?”

He was. He was alone, and perhaps hadn’t quite realised how alone until this man began to talk to him. The night was isolating, the dark and the wilds stretching for miles in every direction. Though Dream didn’t know what the time was exactly, the moon hung high, and he hadn’t seen any activity on this road for miles—it felt a little like a miracle that this man stood before him now.

He glared at the man across from him, willing the anxiety down. It was of little help here. “Maybe,” he said slowly. He couldn’t very well say no—it was quite clearly a lie, but confirming just how alone he found himself would be an admittance of weakness. A foolish one at that, too. “What’s it to you?”

To his surprise, the man laughed. Dream decided madness truly had dug its roots in him as soon as he thought the man’s laugh sounded lovely. Joyful. The kind of laugh that didn’t take much effort to imagine what it’d sound like unrestrained, a laugh made to be loud. Made to be heard. “Fair enough,” he said wryly, and Dream watched as he rubbed a hand over his face. “Look. You’re—alone out here, and that’s…not great, love. I almost hit you with my fucking truck—still sorry about that, by the way—and I feel a little responsible for you now. So. Do you need a ride? As an apology for nearly hitting you.”

There were many ways this could go, Dream thought. The man could drive off wherever he wanted with him in his fucking truck, and that would be it, wouldn’t it? There were enough horror stories about hitchhiking that he knew the price he could pay for agreeing to such a deal—a deal that was, ultimately, rather suspicious, considering Dream was uninjured and had nothing to give him for such a favour.

Yet, while he was very much ready to say no, his stomach decided to join in once more, letting out a low groan of agreement. It hurt, too, and—consequences be damned. He needed to eat. He did.

After his stomach made up his mind, he said—awkwardly, stiltedly—“I would. Appreciate that.”

“Great!” the man exclaimed.

Despite every amount of logic telling him this was a truly stupid decision—perhaps the worst one he’d made, and he made many stupid decisions over the years, if his eldest sister was to be believed—Dream still stepped forward when the man beckoned him to. Still climbed into the truck, sitting tensely in the passenger seat as the other man climbed behind the wheel.

They could see each other properly, now. The lights inside the truck weren’t great, but it let Dream see the kindness the man looked at him with, the slight grimace in his lips. “Well. First of all—I’m Hob. Second: where are you off to, mate?”

“Anywhere with food,” he said. His stomach agreed again, and he was too tired to care if the man—Hob—could hear it. Then with a frown, he added, “And. Perhaps a bed.”

A bed sounded lovely. A bed sounded ideal, actually, and now that he suggested it, he was glad he did. He’d like to sleep. Preferably for the next ten years, or the next twenty, but he’d settle for seven hours if he had to.

Hob’s brows rose high on his head. He glanced down at the bag sat next to Dream’s feet, a flicker of understanding flashing through his eyes. “Ah,” he said, with sympathy that would’ve made him bristle if he had any more energy than he did. “Some food, then. And a nice bed.”

“Please.”

“On it, boss.” Hob started the truck again, and the engine came to life with a roar. Sooner than Dream could keep up with, they were on the road, with him gripping onto his seat belt with white knuckles and anxiety running through every one of his veins, and Hob making idle conversation he didn’t have the ability to listen to.

+++

Hob, Dream soon found out, was a gentleman.

He drove the two of them over to a cheap motel. It was the kind of place Dream wouldn’t have been seen at, before—the kind of place one went to in order to keep a low profile.

It made him a tad uneasy, but he had been in a perpetual state of uneasiness since climbing inside Hob’s truck, so he shrugged and figured he might as well. If it was to be his end, then he gave it a good go, didn’t he? Didn’t matter if nothing truly came out of this trip. That, and the promise of food and a bed—perhaps not a decent one, but a bed all the same—was too much for him to pass up.

Hob bought his room for him.

For the both of them, technically.

“It’s a rough area ‘round here,” he told Dream evenly. It didn’t disguise the concern that lurked beneath his voice since they first met, though. Dream didn’t know whether to be offended by it or honoured—he also didn’t have the ability to figure that out. “And you aren’t exactly prepared for that, mate. I—I don’t mean this in a weird way or whatever, but it doesn’t sit well with me knowing you’re alone out here. I’d like to stay with you—separate beds and everything, I promise—if you were amenable.”

He tensed. Stared at Hob blankly and said, “I have no need for you coming to my defence. Not do I have use for your pity, Hob.”

“Not pity. Just concern for a fellow citizen of this country, yeah?” He smiled, and that smile felt a little like stepping into the light of the sun after being trapped in the dark for too long.

Dream didn’t quite know what to do with it, with the light and the genuine care. It left him feeling—a little lost, if he were being honest.

In the end, he agreed.

Which was how he found himself here—in a shitty bed, inside a shitty motel room Hob rented for him. (Despite the promise of two beds, Hob currently slept on the couch. Not enough double bed rooms in a place like this—he could only grab a single room, and quickly exiled himself to the shitty couch. Like Dream said, a gentleman.) His stomach was pleasantly full, and it was enough to keep some of the anxiety tangling in his stomach away.

Some, not all. Hob snored on the couch, and Dream stared at the ceiling, all too aware of his presence. Too aware of the fact that, ultimately, Dream didn’t belong here, in cheap motels by himself with too little money to his name, relying on a stranger who nearly killed him with his truck for simple luxuries like food and a bed.

He wasn’t made for this. He really wasn’t. Running away seemed like a decent idea when faced with the idea of remaining with his family for too long a time.

Now, Dream was exhausted. And lost. He didn’t know what his destination was, or if he even had one. He didn’t know what he was meant to do.

All of that was really just confirmation of everything his family believed him to be. He truly was useless, unable to take care of himself. Spent too long relying on the money that came with status, spent too long comfortable.

Perhaps he’d ask Hob to join him on the rest of his journey in the morning. Perhaps Hob would even agree, and Dream might not be quite so…lost.

Perhaps.

He rolled over in the bed, pulling the sheets up to his neck, and sighed softly. His eyes slipped shut and he breathed in slowly, deeply, before exhaling.

Tomorrow. He’d—he’d ask tomorrow.

[chromatic-lamina]

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Not really. Law? Trafalgar D. Water Law? Haha. I do tag chromafic, chromafics, chromalami on tumblr, just in case anyone is searching, or they want to filter out. 'Angst & Humour," "Attempt at Humour," "Hurt & Comfort," and it's poor cousin, "Hurt no comfort." "Mind the tags." etc. "Dead dove do not eat," as in, could traumatise for sure, on some of the dark stuff.

🎉 What leads you to consider a fic a success?

That's a good question. I think I can let anxiety rest when I get at least one comment. But having started with long fics, I know there is often chapter after chapter after chapter with no comments, so for self-care, a wider form of gauging success is needed. Like, folks often say a ratio of 10% kudos to hits is good, but if you look at most fanfic, the range is about 3-5%, and on multi-chapters, the kudos ratio rate will generally be lower, even if it looks higher. You have to be aware of what you're writing too (rare pair, gen, smut, no smut, etc.)

So, once I've fought past my self-destructive urge to slash and burn, hits, for one, can gauge success (I know not everyone counts them, but you can have a dark fic with a ton of hits, and not many kudos or comments in proportion, but you know folks are reading due to the private bookmarks and hits), public bookmarks (private ones count too, but you can't really know why someone bookmarked. You can't with public either, unless the book-marker leaves some notes, but you know it means something to someone).

At the same time, I've had fics with 70 hits or so, and 1 or 2 kudos, if that, and I've taken them down, cos they're obviously not vibing with readers. Ultimately, I guess, if I still like it when I come back to read it. And if it meant something to someone it's successful. I have some fics up that I might've pulled down by now because they could do with an overhaul, or maybe they are far too indulgent, but comments, bookmarks, etc. let me know they do mean something to some, so they remain up.

Extrinsic validation can be a successful public reception, but the way I feel about the fic is probably more important in the long run. (Convoluted answer, sorry!)

Thank you for the ask! ✅ 🍦😈 🤭 🎉 answered.

If you want to ask, the list is here, and I might even let Bepo do a bit of fic ask answers moonlighting!

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Triangles | Rio - Berlin

Requested by anon:  Hi! Love your blog btw. Would you mind doing an rio x reader x berlin imagine, where tge reader is tge same age as rio and tgey have a thing going on and berlin lijes the reader and is jealous. Reader is park of the team and plays hostage. And when they have to undress to their clothes berlin cames uo to reader and orders her to do so. And rio is like super angry, but can't do anything avout it to not reveal their relationship and the fact that reader works with them. Thank you.

Word count: 1.5k

Warning: swearing, angst, mention of blood

Note: hi! thank you so much! i hope this is what you meant! hope you like it, enjoy! x

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‘Vienna, 2 minutes out,’ you heard over your ear piece. You were part of the heist, yet your role was to be a random stranger amongst the other hostages. Every detail, every escape plan, every weapon was discussed with you in the room. El Profesor was aware of the risks only one brave hostage could bring, so you were there to keep things cool if things went sideways.

You were also Rio’s girlfriend. You two had been dating since the start of that year, when you met at a convention for technology. When you met you two hit off immediately and had been dating ever since. Little did you know you’d both be asked to do this job, unknowing of the other. But things got a little complicated when Berlin came into the view. You two had had a love affair a couple of years back, but when you parted ways you promised never to talk about it again.

You glanced around and saw your watch counting down the last minute. You were nervous, excited and a little hesitant all at the same time. You wanted to be part of the action, not sit on the floor for six days, but here you were.

When you heard loads of commotion coming towards you, you felt your heartbeat pick up. It was happening. You saw the red suits come into view and you smirked. Guns were held in the air and screams filled the entrance - the alarms loudly ringing in the background. You stepped back a little, wanting to see your boyfriend one last time before you went to the others. You saw one of them approach you and he quickly lifted his mask to kiss you one last time.

‘Promise you’ll be careful?’ you whispered against his lips. He nodded and smiled at you, placing a hand on your cheek.

‘Always, sugar.’

He pulled you away from behind the stairs but not before pulling his mask back on. You saw Berlin burn holes in your head from the side of the stairs. Was he jealous? As you focussed on your role, you trashed in his grip, playing your role as an innocent visitor. He shoved you to all the other hostages and joined Berlin and Tokio. You faked a few tears here and there and tried to mingle with the others. Some of them were crying, some of them were in complete shock and unable to do anything. You felt slightly bad about traumatising them so badly, but you knew the plan and that was to leave without harming anyone.

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It was now a couple of hours later and you noticed they had brought out the red suits, boots and masks. Berlin did his intimidating little talk and you all got a suit. You didn’t want to change in front of him, in front of anyone for that matter. The only man you ever wanted to see your body was Rio. You were a tough girl, but changing in front of people always made you anxious. You caught Rio’s eye when he stood on the stairs, but when Berlin moved in your direction you couldn’t help but desert your attention to him. He stopped in front of you, smirk plastered on his face.

‘Change into your suit, woman,’ he dared. You hated that smirk. What you did all those years ago was a mistake and you were contstantly reminded of that night in your sleep.

‘No,’ you stated, ‘Not here.’

‘Oh, we’ve got ourselves a brave girl on board! Hear that everyone?! This one here thinks she can do whatever she pleases.’ He took his gun and pointed it directly to your stomach. Your stare hardened. Who the fuck did this man think he was?

From the corner of your eye, you saw Rio step forward but Denver quickly held him back. He whispered something in his ear and he turned around.

‘Strip. Now.’ Berlin demanded. You knew you had to, that was the worst part. Being the only one of the hostages not wanting to wear a suit and not get shot would definitely get suspicious. You angrily took of your jacket, your jeans and changed into the suit. You felt embarassed, weak and insecure. That was a dick move and he knew it.

He stepped closer to you when you were done and whispered in your ear, ‘That’s the good girl I know. It’s not like I haven’t seen it before, is it?’

You gagged at his words and he quickly disappeared up the stairs. Denver nodded at you and clapped Rio on the back. It had been such a long time since you had felt so vulnerable and for no good reason Berlin kicked you right back to that time. You had to talk to Rio. And quickly.

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You were chosen to work in the offices and count the money. Nairobi was the supervisor. It had been more than three days since you had seen Rio and you had to talk to him. When Nairobi passed you, you dropped a wad of cash on the floor and leaned over, catching her attention.

‘I don’t feel good.. Can I please use the restroom?’ you asked her, raising your eyebrows. She nodded and grabbed you by the arm, not before threatening the other women you were working with.

‘I really need to talk to Rio. Please, Nairobi,’ you begged. She quickly nodded and went to get Rio. Pacing back and forth, you anxiously bit your nails. When the door opened, your heart dropped to the floor.

‘What did they do to you?’ you gasped, running towards him. You held his head in your hands as you inspected his face. He had a bruise on his cheek and a black eye. ‘Please tell me who did this to you, Ani.’

He looked at you through his lashes and winced when you stroked your thumb over his bruise. He looked completely broken, bags under his eyes and shrunken posture.

‘It was Berlin, wasn’t it?’ you asked. You didn’t even have to ask, you already knew. That bastard couldn’t let you go, could he? You huffed and pushed passed Rio. ‘Wait here.’

Berlin was eating when you stomped through the door. He didn’t notice you at first, but when you smacked your hand on the table, everyones attention went to you.

‘To what do I owe the pleasure, sweetheart?’ he smuggly asked.

‘You know exactly why. What the fuck were you thinking? Smashing his face in, just because you can’t let something go that happened years ago? How old are you? 10?’ you sneered. ‘If you’re jealous, just say that. But hurting someone else because you can’t talk about your feelings is fucking ridiculous.’

The room fell silent, your speech even silencing Denver. They didn’t know you had met before the heist and especially about your relationship. You saw his tough façade fade as his eyes flickered from your furious face to the sandwich he was eating. He knew it was wrong and he regret it the moment he saw how broken Rio was. The young adult was terrified and it made him realise he had turned into the man he promised not to be anymore.

‘You seriously don’t have anything to say about this?’ you huffed. ‘You haven’t changed a fucking bit, Andrès. Stay the fuck away from me and Rio or you’ll end up just like him.’

When you left, Berlin felt humiliated. Not that you’d called him out like that, but humiliated to have let his anger take over his common sense. You had every right to respond the way you did, he would have done the same for you. Why did he feel so jealous? He was the one who broke things off, not you. He’d thrown you away like many of his other treasures, yet he couldn’t let you go. Rio was way better for you. He treated you like a princess, talked to you about his feelings and could give you a much better life than he could have given you.

‘So, wanna explain what the fuck just happened?’ Denver carefully asked. Berlin cracked his knuckled and took a sharp breath. They weren’t supposed to know and frankly, it was none of their business either. So he shoved his chair back and went looking for the both of you. The least you deserved was an apology.

‘- a dick.. he won’t do it again, I’ll make sure of that,’ he heard you say soflty. Rio hissed when you wiped away a small drop of blood just under his eye and you remorsefully sighed. ‘I’m sorry, I should have told you.’

‘No, I’m the one who should apologise,’ Berlin stated, stepping into the room. He could see Rio flinch and your stare harden. ‘I’m sorry. I let my anger cloud my reality and I snapped. There was a point where I was you Rio and I regret to this day that I let her go. I got jealous because I realised she was everything that I needed and more, but I saw that too late. I was immature and for that I want to apologise.’

Your eyes softened and you thankfully nodded at him. You turned your attention to Rio who held out his hand to Berlin. Berlin took it and shook his hand firmly.

‘Don’t let her go, Rio. She’s too precious for that.’

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Sheer | Kai Parker

Warnings; SMUT, ANGST, and FLUFF, mentions of death, mourning, loss, mentions of murder, trauma, swearing, unprotected sex,

A/N; sorta made up a whole storyline for this imagine, may be a teeny bit different and may have gotten a little carried away, please enjoy loves

It would not uphold, the weather held a grudge against you as you trudged through the pouring rain, cursing you for thinking that you would be safe on your lonesome.

Instead of a monster, the world wished for you to drown in its falling rivers, making you shiver down to the bone. It was too cold, but you had to go there, it was a ritual.

Since the death of your boyfriend, Aaron, who was killed by Damon, someone you thought to be a friend, you felt broken.

You had tried everything to bring him back, but without the power of a witch, it was deemed impossible, and Bonnie refused to help you, claiming that it was necromancy, and far from her beliefs.

It angered you, how everybody would dismiss the lost lives that Damon took. He got a free pass, he didn’t even regret his own invalid actions.

He was a monster, and you hated him. If you couldn’t bring Aaron back, then you would instead kill his murderer. That would not only give you a sense of revenge, but also make the world a safer place. There would be one less vampire making people’s lives a misery.

“Hi there.” You stopped in your tracks, the voice sending shivers down your spine. Whilst it sounded like a man, in reality it could be anything.

The skin of a human was a disguise the majority of the time, a bloodsucker or a wolf coping inside the exterior, thirsting to break free from the walls of bones and flesh.

“Kai.” He was not exactly human, he was a witch, the one thing that you needed. You had met him through Elena, who was luckily also angered by Damon’s actions, Aaron had been her friend.

And just like that, he had died. But she hid her feelings well, pretending all was fine because she was in love with the gruelling monster that you wished to execute.

However, even though you wanted to bring back your lost beloved, the time that had passed made your mind being up the idea of moving on.

The first person that sprung into your imagination was Kai Parker, the new sociopath in town. He was new, unaware of the traumatising past experience that lingered in your heart, and not to mention, his specimen was one of beauty.

Those grey eyes, ever so curious could bore straight into your soul, and you’d gladly let him mangle it, you no longer had a use for it anyway.

“Why are you out here y/n/n?” He asked with a tilt of his head that had your heart beating profusely.

Everyone knew of his effect on you, but they told you to dismiss it. It was cruel, that they’d rather have you mourning the loss of your partner than to move on with another.

To you, it didn’t matter if he were supposed to be the enemy, you no longer wanted to fight their battles. All you desired was to be in love, with somebody that felt the same.

And whilst you doubted that Kai knew how to feel such a strong emotion, some attention wasn’t the worst thing in the world. As a matter of fact, it worked well as a distraction, it made you almost forget the grudge that you held against the eldest Salvatore.

Almost.

“It’s nothing.” You whisked the direction of the conversation away from your deceased boyfriend, not wanting to talk about him to anyone, let alone Malachai Parker.

Even thinking of Aaron caused a void to open in the middle of your chest, it was unbelievably painful. You thought some people, such as Bonnie would understand, rather than think the loss as a regular occurrence.

To put it simply, the entire ordeal was completely fucked up, and you felt much more guilty for biting your lip at the expression that Kai pulled; his eyebrows raised, and his fingers carefully running down the side of his own jaw.

Oh god, his fingers. There were so many things that you could imagine him doing with those, and from the way he waved them on a greeting, he knew that he teased the thought too.

“Basically...” he began, rolling his grey eyes with what he liked to call modesty, and you classified as boredom, “you’re stuck out in the rain, and if I’m not mistaken, you live halfway across town.”

“Stalker much?” You sneered, crossing your arms across your chest, which only made his gaze wander down, and hold their movements for a dragged out moment. “What are you looking at?” You exasperatedly sighed, only understanding when you followed his peering.

He was focused on your chest, that through your white shirt, appeared almost bare. The lace of your bra was giving him a clear frontal, and so you adjusted your arms, so that they covered more and whatever they had pushed up to peak his intrigue.

“Why am I not surprised?” Shaking your wet hair, which was pointless considering that it was still raining, you realised that you felt the creeping of the cold.

You had been oblivious to it, thinking that it was a side guest to your tears, almost a consequence. But you were no longer tearful, mostly angry at the killer that ruined your future and acted as though it were no big deal.

“I thought you were supposed to be at college.” Kai quirked his brow, proud of the fact that he knew that. However you shook your head, and watched as he removed his jacket, clasping it around your shoulders, shielding you somewhat from the weather.

It appeared as no big deal to him, but it was to you, sociopaths weren’t famous for being kind and charitable. They always had agendas, their agendas, well they were obviously sociopathic.

But from the glazing of the witch’s eyes, you only saw a lost man. He was misinterpreted by all that he knew, they treated him like an outsider, alienated him as though he were a monster, and validly that was why he was seen as one.

“No.” You whispered, confused as to why you were so complied to correct the man. “My boyfriend was killed, I don’t want to go back there, it’s clear why.”

You attempted to give him a small smile, but it came out as a pained grimace. Just the thought had your mood drained, even more so since there was no route to resurrect him.

“Oh yeah, I heard about that.” He didn’t shiver in the rain, instead he seemed comfortable simply standing there, conversing with you in the rainfall. “Damon did it, right?”

Licking your lips, you hesitantly nodded, ashamed of the fact that you had once called the vampire a friend. From the start, you were always wary of him, but eventually you managed to become close to him. And then he ruined your chance of happiness, literally sucking the life out of it.

“What a dick.” Kai was blunt with his annotation, but you couldn’t deny that he was right about them. “Sorry for your loss and all that blah blah. We should get somewhere warm though, you can tell me more.”

It was a strange feeling, you felt pulled to the male, it was as though he was one side of a magnet, and you were another. And so you accepted his invitation, and followed him, breathing in the scent of his black coat. It was much sweeter than you had expected.

🏹

His so called home was an apartment, that you no doubt expected he had convinced someone with his magic to give him rent free. Or he killed them, either or you guessed.

But the thought of death itself was one that you weren’t too keen on thinking about, not now. Instead, you’d rather enjoy the company of someone that didn’t shame you for hating and desiring to kill the one and only Damon Salvatore.

Most of your friends didn’t take you seriously, they just barked laughter, not believing, nor willing to think that you could ever commit such a sentence. But they didn’t share your pain, if they did, you were sure that they’d understand.

Matt got it, he resented the vampire and a lot of the other blood suckers too. And your certainly couldn’t blame him, he had lost his sister, and there was no reason behind her change. It had all just been a game, a gruesome one at that.

Kai lightly removed his jacket from your shoulders, hanging it on a hook to dry. He almost appeared embarrassed, having you in such a private space.

But you didn’t want him to endure such a mindset as that. Instead you smiled, brushing your damp hair out of your face, grasping his hands. They were cold, and that made you frown. No one ever cared what he had gone through, instead they just wanted to rid the world of him.

Even his family had dismissed him, all because he had been different, and treating him as such had definitely had a mind mingling affect on him. It repented an unstoppable rage inside of him, one that ended in dead children and imprisonment.

“Thankyou.” The small example of affection had Kai tilt his head awkwardly and pull his hands away from your own. He wasn’t used to people even being polite towards him, let alone openly sharing contact with him.

You should have been scared of him. Or at least somewhat repulsed, but you weren’t, and it was a first for him. Most around him taunted him with blame, or pointed out his obvious flaws.

And so he ducked his chin downwards into his chest, taking a couple of steps back, mumbling something about retrieving you a dry shirt.

As you waited for him, you peeled off the sheer layer, dropping the ball of wet material upon the ground. Your bra had soaked into your skin, but you left that on out of modesty.

When Kai returned, his mouth gaped open, eyes widening at the half undressed sight of you. But he tried to avert your gaze, blushing at your lack of attire.

“It’s okay.” You jested to him , reaching out for the clean shirt that he had brought for you. “You can look, it’s not like I’m naked.”

“Yet.” He smirked as he allowed his stare to freely roam. His voice had been small, but you had heard it as clear as day. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be thinking like that, you’re in mourning and I get that you wouldn’t want to, yknow.”

His hand gestured between the pair of you , prompting what he was talking about. But maybe he was wrong, after all, it had been a while since you had any physical intimacy, and you’d be a fool to deny that there was chemistry between you and a particular witch.

“Don’t be sorry.” You put the dry shirt aside, walking closer to the brunette. “I am in mourning, but I’m going to get my revenge, and a distraction sure wouldn’t hurt.”

“And here I thought that you were just a pretty face.” Kai’s hand drifted to the side of your face, pulling you closer so that your lips were almost brushing. His breath ghosted over your own intermingling the fumes of lust and intrigue. “But it seems that there is a darkness in that mind of yours, I’m impressed with your plans to say the least.”

“I haven’t even told you any of them yet.” Your hand drifted under the band of his jeans, plucking teasingly at the denim, licking your teeth as you made strong eye contact with him.

“Tell me after.” He ordered, grasping your hips, and clashing your bodies together. Your lips worked hungrily against each other, both pairs of your hands grabbing all that they could, you and him both desperate to hold onto anything.

Kai shoved you backward into a table, trapping you against it as his lips fell downwards, and began to suck at your neck.

But at that contact, you pushed Kai away, freezing for a moment. Damon’s teeth had been on Aaron’s neck, sinking in and draining all that be worth.

“See Elena thinks I’m a monster, and she’s right.” You were unable to move as Aaron stood against the vampire, you had been compelled, and you wanted nothing more than to scream out for Damon to stop, but there was no audio in your throat.

There was no scream as Damon bared his fangs , nor when he sunk them into your boyfriend’s neck, instead you were holding back your tears, as you had been commanded to.

He held him to his mouth for a moment before dropping his body lifeless upon the ground. And you couldn’t help but stare at the sight.

Enzo wore a content smirk, and it sickened you to your stomach. Damon turned, his thirsty eyes boring into your form, that wanted nothing more than to crumble into a million people.

“You may now speak.” His pupils found yours, engaging with your soul, that felt broken and completely shattered.

“Are you going to kill me too?” A part of you was hopeful that he would, but as he came closer, you recognised the mischief in his stance.

He had plans for you, none of which you suspected to like. “Do it, show Elena how much of a monster you really are!”

If he killed you, you’d have liked to think that Elena would be furious , but it was expected that eventually she would forgive him when he put his humanity back on.

“Or instead...” you feared his humoured expression, eyes flickering between his feet that were walking closer to you and your dead partner that lay lifelessly a couple of meters away. “I could show her how much of a monster you are.”

He bit into his wrist, bringing it towards your mouth, and as much as you felt the urge to squirm, you could do nothing more but stand there and abide his compulsion.

“Are you okay?” Kai asked, brushing his nose against your own, wanting to know if you wanted to continue. He knew that you were a victim of trauma, and he understood it’s affects.

In regards to his past, his coping method had been inflicting it in return. But you had done no foul against him, and so he would not torture you or force you into something that you had no intention of continuing.

“Yeah.” You breathed, blinking to push the memory away, temporarily at least. “Bedroom.” You ushered, squealing distractedly as he hoisted you into his arms, wrapping your legs perfectly around his waist.

He dropped you upon the mattress, hovering over you, removing his shirt after you began to tug on the dark and rain pelted material.

Leaning your elbows, you unclipped the back of your bra, discarding it somewhere far from your memory, and Kai sunk down, his lips latching onto your nipple, playing with the other in his rough hands.

“Your fucking gorgeous.” He hummed around your breast, his fingers drifting down your stomach to the band of your leggings.

His compliment made you smile, and as he ripped off your pants, he slipped a hand inside of your panties, rubbing your sensitive flesh. But you groaned, frowning at his tantalising actions.

“Just need you inside of me.” You told him, and he was more than happy to comply, so he worked on his belt, as you slipped off your own underwear, and removed the torn fabric from around your legs.

When you looked up, you noticed that he was completely bare, and already had himself in hand. There was precum balancing on his tip and at the sight you licked your lips.

“You ready?” He asked bringing his head down to your chin, placing a delicate kiss upon the bump, and teasing his other tip against your opening, swiping through your wetness and using it to lube himself up.

“God yes.” You sighed, your hands finding refuge upon the back of his shoulders, your nails sinking into his firm skin.

And so, with consent, he pushed in, groaning at the initial tightness. “And I thought that it was wet outside.” He laughed, causing you to snort, he was funnier than you had expected him to be.

It almost made you swoon, but no, you couldn’t be interested in Kai, could you? Everyone thought you had been, even Bonnie had stated that you often undressed him with your eyes in the worst of situations, but it had never been a big deal to you.

And then it hit you like a ton of bricks, with a snap of Kai’s hips. All along you had denied any interest of another man, all because of the one that you had lost. And everyone already knew that there were sparks between you and the witch, before either of you had caught on.

“Shit.” He huffed, reaching down and biting your lips, causing your eyes to flutter sensuously, and dark veins to appear underneath.

At the feeling, you tried to bury your face sidewards into the pillow so that he couldn’t see, but he held you still as he gave shallow thrusts inside of you.

“Don’t look away, I think you’re beautiful.” Him saying that alone had you almost in tears. Despite trying to bring Aaron back you feared what he would think of you when he returned, or well, if he could.

Would he think you a monster, that stood idly by when he was killed? Because if so, you’re heart would literally break, and you wouldn’t be able to bare living any longer.

Living, funny. You hardly described what you were doing as such anyways. But currently, you did truly feel alive again, perhaps that was just the affect of having a dick inside of you.

But as Kai reached down and fiddled with your clit, you knew that you were done for. Your head fell back, eyes closed and mouth open, showcasing your fangs, your orgasm hitting you like a train.

He continued his movements until he felt he was nearing his point, and then he finished too, having no worry in impregnating you as you were well, to put it lightly , dead.

Both of you panted as he pulled out and fell beside you. Your eyes stared at the ceiling, your concentration eventually broken when Kai spoke.

“Damon did it, didn’t he? He turned you.” Your face had returned to its previous disguise, you looked human once more. But it was no secret that you were now a savage, a monster like Damon.

“Yeah.” You bit your lip, trying not to cry at the thought. It was the last thing in the world that you ever wanted, but Damon knew that too. And so he had cursed you, for all of eternity.

“Then he deserves to die.” Kai stated, he was already against the Salvatores, but his hatred for them had just increased.

[cazimagines]

Hold on I still need you

Author's note: This was a request from anon, I'm sorry it's taken so long for me to get to it but here you are. I hope you are also doing okay and have a lovely day. If you ever want to chat, any of you, my DM's are always free. I've also decided not to tag anyone in this fic as it deals with triggering themes and I don't want to tag people if it could potentially trigger them. Oh and if for some crazy reason you want to be even sadder I based the plot also on the song 'hold on' by chord oversheet so uh listen to that if you wanna be in the feels.

Synopsis: Request from anon: Can I request a sui*idal reader? Like they have thudding thoughts, the whole day her head is buzzing. Then they decide to do IT (you can decide how) and Zemo walks in and becomes heartbroken and floooooofff pls

Word count: 2k

Warnings: MENTIONS OF S*ICIDE, if you don't think you'll be okay reading it then please don't, your mental state always comes first, lots of angst followed by slight fluff, overdose

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Cross-posted to ao3 under the same username

They wouldn’t miss you

You’re just an inconvenience to them

He doesn’t care for you. It’s all a huge prank.

It would be better if you leave

You groan in anger, hitting your head slightly to get those thoughts out of your head, but no matter how much you willed it, they would not leave you alone. Each time you tried to resolve one thought, reflecting on reasons why they do like you, your mind instead found persistent reasons for why they didn’t. Every small thing they have done which seemed off weighted down on your mind. Especially Zemo. Why didn’t he kiss you goodbye this week like he had done other weeks? Your logical side tried to argue that he simply forgot, but your paranoia always got the best of you. There is more. There has to be more. Another reason for him to avoid you. To hate you.

You didn’t want to be one of those girls whose entire life revolved around their boyfriend. You had your independence, your responsibilities, your hobbies. But these days they seemed so bland. They didn’t excite you the way they once did. Things you did for fun now felt like a chore to you. Doing anything these days felt exhausting. You knew it was annoying Zemo by how much time you spent in bed, how you stopped organising dates. But how could you find the will to do anything when you were so exhausted of life? It wasn’t as if you wanted life to end for you; it was just that you needed a break from being alive.

If you thought about it, it was the best option, right? You would finally get your peace. Your friends didn’t have to pretend to care about you anymore. Zemo could move on to date someone he actually loved. He wouldn’t feel like he only dated you out of pity. This was the best outcome. It had to be.

One of the worst things was the last walk. Your footsteps echoed along the pavement as you walked to yours and Zemo’s house. It was almost as if everything was going in slow motion for you. The corners of your eyes were blurred as you just concentrated on the path ahead. The usual outside sounds were faded, muffled to you. Instead, that singular voice inside of you rang out clearly.

‘I’m going to do it,’

Just that, again and again inside your head, unrelenting. It was as if you were still trying to convince yourself to go through with it by repeating it. Your legs felt like stone as you forced yourself to continue to walk to your resting place. Your breath quickened as you approached the door.

Walking in, you were barely coherent. Zemo was still out. He should be gone for the next few hours. That’s plenty of time. You felt a pang of guilt in your heart as you thought about him. How would he react to seeing you? You didn’t want to think about it and thankfully if all goes to plan you would never would.

You manage to find yourself in the bathroom, locking the door behind you. By the window was the medicine cabinet. Stored full of many painkillers for the headaches Zemo often got. Often his past would come back to haunt him. Shakily your hand reaches up to grasp the door handle and open it up, your eyes focusing on all the orange pill bottles that cluttered it. You weren’t focusing as you reached to grab them, your hands instead accidentally knocking them to the floor.

Swearing under your breath, you rush to pick them up, feeling your eyes water up. Finally, you felt you had enough. Swallowing one last time, you open your mouth and down the hatched.

-

Zemo’s hands clutched the bouquet. The smell of sweet roses floating off them. Roses were typical, but always one of your favourite types of flowers. His hands gently graze against the box held in his trousers pocket. A reminder of the task that had been making him nervous for the last month. To propose. No matter what happened, the time had never felt right. He wanted it to be meaningful, for it to be special. After losing his last family, he wasn’t ready to let someone like you go away.

Still, he worried for you. Your behaviour had changed over the last few months and though he tried to ask you about it, you had always shrugged it off. It was nothing. You were fine. It wasn’t nothing. You weren’t fine, and he hated that you didn’t trust him enough to tell him the truth. That is why he was determined tonight was the night. He’d show you just how much you meant to him, and maybe then you would trust him enough to open up.

“Y/n?” he called out as he walked into the house. He’d taken the afternoon off for this moment, preparing it down to the tiniest detail, and finally, it was all falling into place. Now he had to just find you.

“Y/n?” he called out again

He paused, waiting for a response, but furrowed his eyebrows when none came. That was odd. You were always back by this time.

He started to walk around the house, checking in every room for you. As he found every room empty, his voice rose higher as he became more panicked.

Reaching the final floor, his eyes focused on the closed bedroom door, dread pooling into his stomach. The roses slip from his hand and the petals broke off as they hit the ground. His feet were already rushing to the door, his hands reaching for the handle, but no matter how hard he would push it wouldn’t give away.

“Y/N!” he shouted, hitting his fist against the wooden door in a desperate attempt that you might still be awake. He pushed his shoulder against the door with all his strength. The lock strained, giving crack to a single strain of hope for him.

He pushed his weight against it again, and then again, and finally; it broke. He stumbled, almost falling to the floor as the door burst open. He glanced around and his skin went cold as he saw you laying there surrounded by empty pill bottles. His legs folded as he collapsed beside you, pulling you close to his chest. His ears were ringing and his eyes were blurry as his fingers rested against the pulse in your neck, his head resting against your chest as he prayed for something, some sort of life.

A sob echoed from his throat, whaling coming deep from inside his chest. “Please,” he cried out, “Don’t you leave me. Not you too”

The tears streamed down his cheeks, falling on your pale, clammy skin. “Y/n” he whispered, his fingers still pressed against his pulse.

And then if by a miracle he felt it, hardly there, but he felt it, he’s sure he did. A beat.

He had already gathered your body in his arms and was racing you to the car. Ambulances would take too long. He had to get you to the hospital now. He was driving well over the speed limit but fines could easily be paid, your life couldn’t.

He swerves in and out of other cars, desperately trying to avoid any traffic, almost causing traffic by how carelessly he was driving. He could hear the cars honk at him, the expletives shouted, but none of that phased him. All that mattered was getting you to that hospital and thankfully, it paid off. He was at the hospital in a matter of minutes.

Grabbing you off the seat, he runs into the hospital holding you bridal style, screaming for help. The poor receptionist looked traumatised as she saw your ghostly pale head swinging as Zemo rushed towards the desk.

Quickly nurses had grabbed a hospital bed, and Zemo carefully placed you onto it. As they carted you away, Zemo grasped your hand, determined to follow you. He was instead forced to let go of you. He argued relentlessly to them that he needed to be there; he had to be there with you. Didn’t they know who he was? He got everything he wanted if he so asked but now he was forced into the waiting room along with everyone else. He couldn’t be with you, and it was killing him.

He paced around the room anxiously. People watched his stressed-out self as he ran his fingers through his hair, messing it up. Occasionally his hand would flicker down to his pocket where the ring rested and a lump would come to his throat. Every time a nurse came into the waiting room, he would instantly turn to them, hoping that it would be about you. But it wasn’t and so he was left with his thoughts again as he went over in his mind what he had done wrong for you to ever want to do that. It must have been something he did. The way he treated you. Something he said. The blame rested solely on him.

Finally, the nurse came in, looking for him. As soon as she said the words, he was rushing to your room. As he reached it, he burst through the door, his eyes focusing on the bed in front of him.

There you laid peacefully.

Asleep.

But alive.

The next few hours he spent sitting beside you, just staring at your peaceful face, his hand grasping yours. The nurses tried to get him to leave, claiming you would be asleep for a few hours, but he refused. He had to be there when you woke up. He couldn’t imagine leaving you to wake up on your own.

After a few hours, your eyes finally crack open as you awake. As your senses come back to you, you could feel something holding your hand. Moving your head slightly, you saw Zemo beside you.

As soon as you moved your head he perked up and a wave of relief washed over him seeing you awake.

“Y/n, oh thank god,” he whispers, squeezing your hand tightly.

“Zemo? Where am I?” You ask.

“You are at the hospital after you… well,” he trails off, the word getting chocked in his throat as he thought back to what happened.

Your eyes started to swarm with tears as you feel guilt wash over you, knowing what must have happened for you to end up here with Zemo.

“Zemo, I’m so sorry”

“Please don’t apologise, you don’t need to apologise” Zemo instantly says, sorrow deep within his eyes, “But please, tell me what I did wrong. I can’t lose you y/n, so whatever it is, whatever lead you to that tell me”

“Zemo, it isn’t your fault. You’ve been perfect, you always have been. It’s me, it’s all me. It was so stupid of me Zemo, I shouldn’t have put you through something like that”

His grip on your hand tightened as he leaned over to put his hand on the side of your face, making you turn to look at him. “Don’t say that. You are not stupid. Far from it. Now please, tell me the real reason”

You sigh, leaning into his hand. “I didn’t feel worthy of you. Of anyone. I’m tired Zemo, I’m so tired and you deserve someone who can give you their all. And that isn’t me. I don’t feel alright and I’m not sure if I ever will again”

Zemo’s thumb strokes your face in comfort as he looks at you before deciding to get up and get on the bed next to you, pulling you into a hug in the tight space you two had. “I love you y/n, if anything I do not deserve you. I understand how you feel and I know you will feel better in time, with help you will be. I will ensure you get the best help and will be with you every step of the way if you will have me”

He clasped you as you cried into his chest, his whispers of comfort and reassurance settling deep within yourself. You knew things would be hard; you knew you would doubt yourself again; you doubt him. But a part of you knew that with Zemo beside you, helping you, loving you. You could pull through.

A/N: If you made it to here I salute you for getting through the angst. Just remember you are never alone and if you are ever feeling in a bad way don't be afraid to reach out, I love you all 💕

[mindofharry]

in which tom holland is your professor and your boyfriend and quarantining together is hard.

this is my first tom piece, so i hope you love it :D fluff all the way!! and yes, i had to put some angst in :(

short n sweet blurb !!! <3

feedback is welcome as always :)

It was early when tom’s alarm went off. And it was cold in the apartment too. You woke first, of course snuggling closer to the dueve trying to ignore the constant blare of your boyfriends phone. Why doesn’t he ever wake up when he sets alarms this early? you rolled over and saw tom - surprisingly awake. Was it first day jitters keeping him awake?

“Morning, love” Tom voiced his morning voice bringing a shiver down your spine. you hummed at the sound cuddling closer to him. You loved it when he called you love, his love. Especially in his accent, it did things to you. Made you feel all warm and gooey inside. and among other feelings too.

“Time to wake up for class, baby”

Class. Fuck, you had forgotten this was the first day of your classes again. You’re taking a psychology course at moment and you can say this much, you’re not excited for first class.

Seen as the professor laying right beside you calling you baby and love making your insides go all warm.

“i’m not excited” you say pushing you head into toms neck. Tom chuckles to himself and moved to kiss your temple, moving his hand up and down your spine. He always knew immediately how to comfort you. It’s not that you didn’t enjoy his class, he’s the best teacher. You guys just couldn’t take any risks, even the smallest thing like having the same coffee table in the background of video could get you both caught. COVID was not something any of the world planned it was unexpected and traumatising for most. You and tom had only been together a month and you were getting kicked off of campus and you had nowhere else to go, because the flights home were cancelled.

Tom being the best boyfriend ever let you stay with him until you were allowed to fly home. But weeks turned into months and you were still here.

Not that any of you minded. He quite enjoyed having someone beside him in the morning times. To sing and dance with, to watch movies with, to cry with. Tom and you are lucky you had each other.

It’s just one small thing.

Tom is your professor and you’re his student.

If anyone caught you guys it’s game over, tom would be fired and you’d probably be kicked out of school for good. You and tom got introduced to each other at a friends party and ended up going home together - only to find the next week that he was going to be teaching you. You both tried so hard to stay away from eachother. But obviously you guys didn’t try hard enough, because you’re now sharing an apartment.

“come on, i set up that lovely area for you and tessa will even stay with you if you’d like” he offered making you nod. He kissed your head again before hopping out of bed and making his way over to his dresser - well your shared dresser now.

“liking the show?” tom asked flexing his muscles. you giggled and sat up in the bed “loving it” you replied squeaking as jumped back on the bed pecking your lips multiple times.

“let’s go, princess. Got a busy day ahead of us”

And god was tom right.

After a nice, but short, breakfast you both made your way to your respective parts of the apartment and settled down and got to work. Tom was first on call with his psychology class, which you’re in.

He was a little nervous, but the minute you put your camera on and smiled at him. He knew everything was ok.

***

“i’m just saying, you didn’t need to give a 20 fucking page essay” you say making your way around the kitchen, tom following you every move. He sighed and rolled his eyes leaning on the island in the middle of the kitchen. Tom watched you prepare dinner instead.

“I’m the teacher, i have to give you this stuff. it’s on the ciriculum” Tom said crossing his arms over his chest. you tried not to stare at his bulging muscles, they’re just so pretty to look at.

you didn’t reply continuing to cut the peppers. “i don’t know what you want me say” tom said coming up behind you and placing his arms around you. “i’m sorry you have so much work to do, i’ll help you through as much as i can” he apologised kissing you cheek multiple times.

you couldn’t stay mad at the gorgeous man any longer. you turned around and faced him.

“i’m sorry, i know it’s your job. just tired” you replied pecking toms lips. he shook his head and pulled you into his chest hugging you tight.

Tom holland hugs could fix absolutely anything.

“Let’s eat this amazing dinner - and then let’s get you into bed” he said raising an eyebrow at the end making you smirk.

“y’know what? i don’t think i’m that tired anymore”

***

It’s been days since the small fight and everything is back to normal. You’re currently sat on your shared bed looking through netflix trying to find something watchable.

“why does netflix always take the good movies off” you asked yourself scrolling down more aggressively. Movie night is the best night hands down - but you and tom have probably seen every movie on netflix and amazon prime. Maybe it’s time to start looking on hulu. “you find anything?” Tom asked leaning against the bedroom door. you shook your head and just turn on something you’ve seen already pausing it quickly to look at your man.

He’s shirtless and has his toothbrush hanging out his mouth.

that is a lot hotter than it should be.

“you ok there?” tom asked with a smirk. He knew exactly the effect he had on you. “you’re annoying” you say turning the movie back on, only for him to laugh loudly and walk back down to the bathroom to continue his night time routine.

you wouldn’t want to be in this situation with anyone else. you’ve definitely met your person.

“professor holland” you called out hearing the choking sound of tom in the background. He admitted through a truth or dare game that he gets turned on when you call him professor holland - so you do that from time to time. Not even sexually anymore, just to see his reaction each time.

“Everytime i get you!” you laughed laying down on the soft pillows.

“oh yeah, i’ll get you”

“you’ll have to come and catch me” you giggled running out of the bedroom and around the apartment.

Moments like these are something you’ll never ever forget. The ones that people say don’t matter and the ones that matter most to you.

***

“Baking? you? baking?”

“oi! fuck off. i’m a professor i can do anything” tom said jutting his chin up in annoyance. He could make simple cookies, easy just follow the recipe and you’ll be fine tom.

“Ok, we’ll see honey” you say going to the sitting room so you can wait for the disaster to begin.

***

The cookies were edible and surprisingly nice.

“i think you owe me a sorry, mr holland” tom said as you sat down on his lap with two cookies in your hand you shook your head.

“nope! never doubted you” you giggled kissing his cheek.

He hummed and pursed his lips deciding to let you off the hook.

“i love you”

“i love you more”