#*maniacal laughter in the distance*

[czv-hops-kalos-arc]

*Somebody abandoned a Helioptile egg in a cold, dark alleyway...*

OOC POST

[OHH. BESTIE, HOMIE, HOMESLICE BREADSLICE!?]

[ A DARK ALLYWAY YOU SAY??? IM SORRY TO NOT ANSWER THIS IN THE WAY YOU WANTED BUT WE'RE GONNA PUT A PIN IN THIS AND COME BAVK LATER I PROMISE!!]

[malhare-virus]

@ask-glitchtrap-the-anomaly

you and your dreadful little polycule haven't seen the last of me

[e-nonsense]

Dahlia with String then Burlap plsss

What about him and the reader being lovers in highschool. After his death ,the reader went mad and stuck at the age of 15 when he was still alive. After he got back,he visits her everyday since he believed there is still a way to get his girl back 😭

COME HOME TO ME

pairing. jason todd x reader

warning. angst to fluff, character death + revival, age regression, reader in a psych ward

a/n. i really liked this prompt thank you

“hey baby,” jason whispered, his hand on the glass separating the two of you, oh how he wished he could break this down and take you home. but he knows that you wouldn’t react well to being taken.

you don’t reply, your eyes are staring forward. they’re so dull now, not like the girl he loved when he was younger, his girl.

you’re wearing one of the hoodies he left here for you. you may not recognise his face and voice but you’d never forget the way he smelt, you used to tease him for the pine smell but now it was all you had left of him.

“baby,” jason calls out again, a little louder this time. “come on, doll. look at me, it’s me. it’s jay.” jason wants to cry, he wants you back, he wants you home, his voice is pleading, there’s a lump in his throat when you finally look at him.

you shake your head at him, “you’re not my jay.”

jason feels like he’s dying again, it feels the same. he feels like he’s dying inside, the breath leaving his lungs, eyes closing and he can hear that bomb again. the maniacal laughter of the bastard that killed him, the sound of his skull cracking under the force of the crowbar.

because he’s not really your jay, is he? no, he knows he isn’t. that boy died a long time ago, but jason can be jay, because you need jay, not jason.

“yes i am, baby.” it’s me, doll.

when did baby turn to doll, he wonders. another sign that he’s changed.

“look at me, really look at me.”

and you do you look into his green eyes— green? that can’t be right, jay’s eyes were an icy blue you adored dozing off to. but there is something familiar in the way this man looks at you, like you could massacre cities and he’d still love you.

but he can’t be jay, your jay died.

you shake your head again, turning away from him to curl up on the bed — jason has to remember to say thanks to bruce for getting you somewhere that takes care of you — to hide from him.

“baby don’t go,” he whispers.

this was routine by now, everyday for the last three months he came here. to sit by the glass that separates you from him. and everyday you do the same thing, refuse to believe him.

“baby, don’t you remember me? remember that day we snuck into the theatre, in the roof and took out that part of the ceiling so we could watch? and you said—”

“—we’re like ninjas.”

a smile crosses his lips, and he laughs. your heart flutters and you peek a look at him, only to find his staring right back at you. “hi baby.”

“jay,” you mumble, he nods.

“that’s right, doll. it’s jay.”

“doll?” you ask.

he shrugs, “maybe it’s time for something new.”

“i like it,” you say.

it takes weeks before you’re discharged. the doctors don’t believe the sudden change in you, the hallucinations suddenly gone, you’re not seeing a teenage lover, you don’t believe you’re 15 anymore.

they run their test but nothing wrong comes back. jason takes you home at the end of it all.

it’s different, the way he walks, or talk, the way he stands. so different yet so familiar. he’s bigger, not the scrawny boy you knew, his size triples yours.

he laughs when you mention it to him.

he keeps his distance, trying to keep you comfortable but you want him closer. you want him to hold you, more than anything you want to curl up next to him, letting some corny horror movie you play in the background, you’d jump despite knowing the jump scares are coming, and he’d tease you, promise to keep the monsters away. before he screamed himself, and you laughed, fingers running through his hair.

his hair was different too, still black but he had that white streak in it. you told him you liked it, he gave up on trying to dye it.

he stays with you at night, holding your hand when you wake up from the nightmares of losing him.

it takes months before he holds you, causally like he used to. hands dragging along your hips when he walks past you. he coddles you months later despite your insistence that you can take care of yourself.

you don’t get over the years of your life you lost, but you both have that in common. your life started and ended together. now you get another chance to start again.

jason won’t leave you again. jay won’t let you hurt again.

© e-nonsense. do no copy/steal/translate. do it and I’ll bite your toes off

[crows-rook]

Lucanis, Emmrich and Davrin lounging around Villa Dellamorte after a long week of helping rebuild the world. Teia and Viago have joined them to take a break. It's peaceful, quiet and relaxing. Lucanis really knows how to throw a casual get together where everyone is at peace with the world.

They're enjoying fancy wine and hard ale cause Davrin isn't a wine drinker. Dinner was great and desert sits partially eaten as they all swap stories on jobs hilariously gone wrong. Teia comments that the evening is peaceful for once, no gods, no demons, no antaam or venatori as she pours herself another glass.

Viago's eye twitches. "Where's Rook?"

"Hey, have you guys seen Assan?"

"Manfred appears to have also disappeared. How unusual."

Lucanis's eyes go wide and he swears under his breath.

An explosion is heard in the distance followed by shrieking, hissing and the maniacal laughter of an elf...

[marcyvamp1re-blog]

The Wildcard!

pairings ⸺ Mother! Harley Quinn x Child! Reader.

(PLATONIC FIC)

¿Request? Yes!

This is a Headcanon!

sinopsis ⸺ Being a kid raised under the Joker’s wing isn’t exactly what anyone imagines when they talk about a "good childhood." I mean, it’s not like you’re gonna get bedtime stories when your father figure is a psychopathic clown, right? Although, now that I think about it, he probably did tell you stories before bed—just that his versions ended with explosions and maniacal laughter instead of happy endings. You never really know with him.

But, hey! There was always mom Harley. And while she wasn’t exactly the classic model of a devoted mother, Harley definitely had her moments. Those times when she’d look at you with those big, wide eyes and promise she’d protect you from everything, even from herself. And that says a lot, considering that sometimes even she didn’t know who she needed to protect herself from.

warnings ⸺ Fluff and Angst, Platonic Cuddling, ¿OOC Harley? Idk, Disturbing Content, Street Fights, Violence, Blood, Trauma, Phobias.

Guide! Pt.2

A/N ── Yes, damn it, yes! My first request! Thank you so much, really, thank you! No need to clap, I’ll get all blushy uwu. I put all my love and care into this. Hope you enjoy it to the fullest!

In reality, you were not her biological child. She knew that very well, and moreover, she knew that Mr. J would never want a child with her. In fact, it had never been part of the plan. "Kids are a hassle" the Joker would say, with that shrill laugh that coursed through his body like an electric shock. And Harley, well, she didn't exactly want a baby either. Until she found you.

Harley found you among the rubble, covered in blood, although it wasn't yours (at least that's what she hoped). You couldn't have been more than five months old, and there was no trace of your mother. At that moment, her intentions weren't exactly maternal, but what could you expect from a criminal at 2 AM? However, something in your little eyes disarmed her. You were small, defenseless, and upon seeing you… well, she simply couldn't resist.

Thus began your life with Harley Quinn. It wasn't the most typical childhood, that's for sure. Mr. J saw it as just one of his whims, and as long as you didn't cry and stayed out of his business, you were welcome. According to him, it was easier to raise a little clown from childhood.

To begin with, your toys were not exactly "age-appropriate." Mr. J had a fixation with explosives, so more than once you found yourself playing with what you hoped was an innocent candy box, only for Harley to shout from across the room: "Honey, no! That's not a toy, it's dynamite! Give me that!"

Ah, motherhood. A tough job, yes, but also something Harley never thought would come to her in such an… unexpected way. In her former life, when she was still Dr. Quinzel, she envisioned a normal existence, perhaps with a good job that would provide stability. But well, one thing led to another, and there she was, raising a baby who wasn't biologically hers, but whom life —and Gotham— had placed in her arms. And although her life with the Joker was total chaos, she always made sure of one thing: that you were safe.

In her twisted way of seeing the world, Harley protected you even from him, from Mr. J himself. She knew how unpredictable the Joker could be, so she did everything possible to make sure you were never in the same room for too long. And even though it sometimes seemed like the Joker didn't even notice your existence, Harley made sure to keep that distance. "I want you to be different" she would tell you while fixing your hair with a smile, "I don't want you to end up fistfighting with Batman like mommy."

Harley loved playing with you, especially at being doctors. There was something almost nostalgic for her in that, as if every time she saw you healing your dolls, a small part of the old Dr. Quinzel awakened within her. She loved seeing you with your toy stethoscope, focused as if you were in the middle of a serious operation.

"Mom! Miss JeanieBeanie had a broken heart, and I healed her with words! Just like you told me." Harley smiled, that big, bright smile that only she could make, and although she always tried to maintain the toughness of her persona, she couldn't help but let a tear escape. "Ah, sweetie, you're a genius."

And then, of course, there was the topic of school. You couldn't attend school known as the Joker's kid, that was for sure. So with a little colorful dye, a lot of makeup in the morning, and some nice clothes, Harley would take you to school incognito, as if you were a completely normal child. At least, she tried to make you seem that way. The first days were a disaster, though.

It wasn't that Harley didn't trust the school's safety, but, of course, being the Joker's Queen left her paranoid. So there she was, lurking around the windows of your classes, hiding behind bushes, trying to ensure that no madman would come in with a Kalashnikov to disrupt your school life. Sure, she was kicked out most of the time, but she always returned. Harley always returned.

Sometimes, when she couldn't see you during recess, she'd send you hidden messages in your lunchbox, with little doodles and silly jokes that made you laugh out loud. She worried a lot about you not making friends. "Remember, sweetie, if any kid bothers you, just smile like me and show them who's boss. But don't hit them, okay? Save that for later."

When the Joker finally broke up with her, it was a disaster, like a train derailing in slow motion. But just like with everything else, Harley made sure that the blow didn't fall on you. She never let Mr. J's chaos reach you because you were her priority, her sweetie. So, holding her hand, you left with her without looking back, with her suitcase in one hand and a bat in the other.

Since then, life became a bit more complicated, but also freer. Harley and you had to make do by stealing to survive, moving from place to place until ending up in a small apartment in Gotham's Chinatown. It wasn't the best area, but hey, it had charm. There, the nights were long, the walls thin, and the sounds of street fights mixed with your laughter while you tried to do homework and Harley gave you "life advice" that included how to escape from the police in style.

"Do you know what's faster than a bullet?" she'd say while looking at your face painted in bright colors before running off with a stolen shopping cart. "You, with the right attitude!"

Harley let herself go with alcohol during some tough times, but she always kept you away from that dark side. Sure, she bought a hyena and named it Bruce, which was simply hilarious. Bruce, like that perfect man on the magazine covers that you both secretly adored. "Bruce, come here, let's go for a walk!" you'd hear her shout down the street, and the neighbors wouldn't even blink. It was Gotham, after all.

By then, you were almost done with school. Amid the chaos of your life, you made a friend... Damian something (Wayan or something like that, you were bad with names). He wasn't the friendliest person in the world; in fact, "brat" would be a kind description, but for some reason, he intrigued you. "Mom says that if a boy or girl seems cute to you, you should go for it!" you told him once, repeating Harley's wise advice. Of course, Damian just looked at you like you were the weirdest thing he'd ever seen (and mind you, he had seen weird things; he's 'friends' with the nerd Jon). And although he maintained his air of arrogance, you found him adorable in a way that even he didn't understand.

Some nights, Harley and you would just lie on the rooftop of some building, looking at the lights of Gotham. With bags of marshmallows stolen from a grocery store, you'd roast them with a lighter while she told you stories. But not normal stories, rather ones involving car chases and explosions. No princesses and castles, more like villains and spectacular escapes. Sometimes, Selina Kyle would join in. "It's easier than you think" she'd say, winking at you while showing you how to sneak into a museum without setting off the alarms. It was never a typical childhood, but it sure was entertaining.

When Harley joined (temporarily) the Birds of Prey, things started to improve a little. You had more people around you, like a dysfunctional family you didn't know you needed. The girls tried to be a good influence, although with Harley, that was always relative. But at least there were fewer explosions and more quiet nights; just that "quiet" in Harley's terms meant motorcycle races, sporadic thefts, and bar fights. Pure fun!

And occasionally, Ivy, her "friend," would come to visit them. You thought she was amazing, so elegant, so calm... You knew there was something more there. "Kiss already!" you shouted at them once, laughing, watching how Harley blushed slightly while Ivy rolled her eyes with a smile.

But despite everything, Harley never stopped being an incredible mom, in her own way. On the toughest nights, when you'd curl up in her lap after a long day, she'd stroke your hair and whisper, "You know, sweetie, I never thought I'd be a mom, but you're the best thing that ever happened to me." And although it wasn't a typical motherhood, there was something comforting in knowing that amidst all that chaos, you could always count on her.

So, amid thefts, stolen marshmallows, and moments filled with love, Harley gave you a childhood that wasn’t normal, but was filled with adventures, laughter, and unconditional love. And what more could you ask for when you have Harley Quinn as your mom?

A/N ─── My first request uwu~ I’m so excited! I really hope I did it well, and that you all like this little headcanon. I put all my love into it, so if you have more ideas or want to request something, don’t hesitate! I’m here for whatever you need.

Take a bath!

[cherbii]

PUDDIN’

ft. Toji Fushiguro

summary -> you called yourself insane for falling in love with the murderous psychopath, until you became like him!

warnings -> Joker!Toji, Harley!Reader, language, violence, murder, graphic murder, dead dove do not eat, smut! p in v, choking, riding, knife play, blood kink. mdni.

The city never slept and neither did you, not with Toji by your side. It started like a fever dream—one second, you were patching up some two-bit gangster in a back-alley clinic, and the next, you were running for your life, blood on your hands, laughter in your throat, and a maniac with the sharpest grin you'd ever seen leading the way.

Toji Fushiguro wasn't just trouble; he was the whole damn apocalypse wrapped in a leather jacket and bad intentions. And you were the idiot who fell for it. The night you met, the sky bled neon, rain slicking the pavement as sirens screamed in the distance.

You should've gone home early, should've ignored the desperate pounding at the clinic door, should've known that a man who smiled through a bullet wound wasn't normal. But Toji waltzed in like the devil himself, bleeding from his side, grinning like he'd won the jackpot, and you—stupid, stupid you—had let him sit on your operating table like he owned the place.

"Yer a real doctor or just playin' dress-up?" he asked, voice all gravel and amusement as he peeled off his soaked jacket.

You glared at him, snapping on a pair of gloves. "You wanna keep running your mouth or actually get patched up?"

His laugh was low, like he was in on a joke you hadn't heard yet. "I like you already, doc."

That was the beginning of the end. You should have kicked him out, let him deal with his mess alone, but there was something in the way he watched you, eyes sharp despite the blood soaking through his shirt. He wasn't afraid. He wasn't even pissed off.

He looked entertained, like he was sitting front row at some twisted comedy act, and you had just become his favorite part. You told yourself you were just doing your job when you pressed the gauze to his wound, when you stitched him up despite the way his muscles tensed under your fingers, despite the way his smirk never wavered.

"You get shot often, or am I just lucky tonight?" you muttered, cutting the thread with more force than necessary.

Toji grinned wider. "Wouldn't call it luck, puddin’. But yeah, I get into trouble now and then." The words were barely out of his mouth before the clinic lights flickered, a sign that the building's shitty wiring wasn't the only thing malfunctioning tonight.

Your stomach twisted, and you turned toward the door, but Toji was faster. He grabbed your wrist, pulled you close, his breath warm against your ear. "Yer gonna wanna duck."

Glass shattered as bullets tore through the front window, shelves exploding as medical supplies rained down. You hit the ground hard, heart slamming against your ribs, ears ringing from the gunfire. Toji barely flinched.

He crouched next to you, reaching into his boot and pulling out a knife like this was just another Tuesday night. "Hope ya don't mind a little mess, doc."

You should have screamed, should have run, should have done anything but what you actually did—grin. Adrenaline surged through you, drowning out the panic, replacing it with something hotter, something reckless. "You gonna take 'em out or just sit here bleeding all over my floor?"

Toji barked out a laugh. "Knew I liked ya." The next few minutes were chaos. He moved like a phantom, slipping through the clinic, cutting through the gunmen like they were made of paper.

You barely had time to breathe before the last body hit the floor, blood pooling across the linoleum.

Toji stood in the middle of it, panting, covered in red that wasn't his, eyes gleaming as he turned back to you. "Ya got a car?"

You swallowed hard, ignoring the way your pulse thrummed in your throat. "Out back."

"Then let's get the hell outta here." You didn't know why you followed him. Maybe it was the rush, the sheer insanity of it all, or maybe it was the way he looked at you, like you were something special, something rare. Whatever it was, it had you gripping the wheel too tight as you sped through the city,

Toji lounging in the passenger seat like he hadn't just turned your entire life upside down. "You always this much trouble?" you asked, eyes flicking to him.

He smirked. "Only when I'm having fun." You should have dropped him off, left him to his own devices, but when he told you to take a left instead of a right, you didn't argue. When he led you into a crumbling warehouse, you didn't hesitate.

And when he pulled you close, fingers curling under your chin, tilting your face up to his, you didn't pull away. "Ya scared?" He murmured, his breath warm against your lips.

You weren't. You should have been, but you weren't. You stared into the madness in his eyes and felt something snap inside you, something that had been wound too tight for too long. "No."

Toji grinned, and then he kissed you, and you knew right then and there—you were never getting out of this alive. You didn't go home that night. You barely even thought about it. There was blood on your clothes, dried in your hair, smeared across your face, but you didn't care.

Toji tasted like gunpowder and adrenaline, like cigarettes and laughter, like pure fucking danger, and you wanted more. His hands were rough as they slid up your back, pulling you closer, pressing you against him like he wanted to burn you into his skin.

The warehouse was dark, reeking of oil and metal, but it didn't matter. Nothing mattered except the heat between you, the way he groaned against your lips, the way your fingers fisted in his jacket, refusing to let go.

You didn't know what the hell you were doing. You weren't stupid—you knew what Toji was, knew what kind of man he had to be to smile through gunfire, to cut a man's throat without blinking. He wasn't just dangerous. He was the kind of dangerous that didn't stop, that didn't slow down, that didn't care who got caught in the wreckage.

And now you were standing in the middle of it, grinning like a goddamn lunatic. He pulled away first, chuckling low in his throat, resting his forehead against yours like he was catching his breath. "Yer somethin' else, doc."

You smirked, feeling high, feeling invincible. "You don't even know my name."

He laughed, like that was the funniest thing he'd ever heard. "Like it matters. Yer mine now."

You should have argued, should have pushed him away, should have told him that you didn't belong to anyone, but the words never left your mouth. Maybe because you knew he was right. The next few days were a blur. You didn't go back to the clinic.

There was no point. It was trashed beyond repair, and even if it wasn't, you had bigger problems. Whoever had shot up the place wasn't done looking for Toji, which meant they were looking for you now, too. Not that he seemed concerned. If anything, he was having the time of his life.

You spent your nights in shitty motels, cheap hideouts, places where the walls were thin, and the sheets smelled like cigarette smoke. Toji kept a gun under his pillow, a knife in his boot, a grin on his face like the world was just one big game, and he was the only one who knew the rules.

You should have been scared. You weren't. You learned fast—how to move, how to blend in, how to keep your head down when Toji told you to. You learnt that he didn't trust anyone, that he didn't give a damn about the people he worked for, that the only thing keeping him entertained was the rush, the thrill, the chaos.

And you learnt that you were just as bad as him. The first time you shot someone, he didn't look surprised. You had been cornered in an alley, some lowlife with a knife thinking he could take you out while Toji was busy inside. You didn't hesitate. You pulled the trigger, watched the guy crumple, felt your pulse hammering as the gun shook in your hands. Toji stepped out of the shadows, hands in his pockets, head tilted as he looked at you.

Then he grinned. "Knew ya had it in ya."

You laughed, breathless, wiping the blood off your cheek. "You gonna stand there all night or help me clean this up?"

His grin widened. "Fuck, I love ya, puddin’." You should have run. Should have turned around, walked away, found some way to salvage your life before it was too late. But instead, you laughed again, shoving the gun into his hands.

"Then help me hide the body, asshole." That was the moment you realised there was no turning back. You didn't regret it. Not that night, not the next, not even when the bodies piled up and the blood never really washed off. Toji made everything feel like a game, like you were two kids running wild through a playground made of crime scenes and getaway cars, and you loved it.

You loved the way he looked at you, like you were the only thing in the world that could keep up with him. You loved the way he laughed when things got messy, when bullets flew past your head and you didn't flinch. You loved the way he kissed you after a job, rough and desperate, like he needed you more than air.

The city turned into your playground. You ran through the streets like you owned them, your names whispered in alleyways, your faces printed on grainy security footage.

Toji took you to places you'd never dared to go before—underground fights where men twice his size (if that was even possible) went down in seconds, smoky bars where deals were made with a handshake and a threat, rooftops where you could see the whole city stretched out beneath you like a feast.

"Think we'll make it outta this alive?" You asked one night, sitting on the edge of a high-rise, feet dangling over the city lights.

Toji smirked, lighting a cigarette, the flame casting shadows across his sharp features. "Alive? Sure. Clean? Not a chance."

You grinned, stealing the cigarette from his lips, taking a slow drag. "Wouldn't want it any other way." He watched you, something dark and amused in his eyes, then pulled you onto his lap, crushing his mouth against yours. But not every night was golden. Not every escape was clean.

The first time Toji got caught, it wasn't by the cops. It was worse. You were holed up in a motel, licking your wounds from a job gone sideways, when the door burst open. No warning, no time to react—just a flash of movement, a crack of gunfire, and Toji hitting the ground.

You screamed his name, lunged for the gun on the nightstand, but a boot slammed into your chest, pinning you against the wall. "Cute," a voice sneered. "Think she's got teeth."

You looked up, vision blurring with rage. Three of them. Suit-and-tie types, but their eyes were dead. Professionals. The one pinning you down leaned closer, smiling like he was picking apart a meal.

"You know who your boyfriend pissed off, sweetheart?" Your fingers curled around the gun.

"Not enough people, apparently."

His grin widened. "Oh, I like you." Then he slammed the butt of his pistol into your skull, and everything went black. You woke up tied to a chair.

Toji was across from you, blood dripping from a cut above his eye, arms straining against the ropes. He was grinning.

"Oh, this is gonna be fun," the men surrounding you weren't smiling. The leader crouched in front of you, tilting your chin up with the barrel of his gun. "You're gonna tell me everything your boyfriend's been up to."

You spat blood onto his shoes. "Go to hell."

He sighed. "Ladies first." Then he turned the gun on Toji. And you lost your goddamn mind.

"Touch him, and I'll rip your throat out with my teeth." The man chuckled, but there was a flicker of something in his eyes. Wariness. Good. You weren't just some scared little girl. You were fire and glass and blood, and if they thought you'd break, they were dead wrong.

Toji licked the blood from his lips, watching you like you were his favorite movie. "Ain't she somethin'?" He drawled, voice all lazy amusement. "My puddin' sure knows how to make an entrance."

The leader rolled his eyes, pressing the gun to Toji's temple. "Last chance, sweetheart. Talk, or lover boy gets a bullet in the brain."

You grinned, teeth red. "You shoot him, and you'll never find the money." That got his attention. He hesitated, just for a second, but it was all Toji needed.

The ropes snapped. Everything went red. The chaos of the night had left both of you breathless, blood staining the air and sticking to your skin.

Toji sat across from you, leaning back against the wall, eyes still alive with that same wild spark as ever. His shirt was torn, his skin covered in bruises, and blood—his blood—was smeared at the corner of his lips.

You couldn't tear your gaze away from the sight. Something about the mess, the violence, the way he wore it all like a badge of honor, stirred something deep inside you.

You slowly reached toward him, your fingers hovering just above the blood at the edge of his mouth. He didn't move, didn't flinch. Instead, he watched you with that ever-present smirk, as if daring you to do it.

Your thumb brushed against his lips, smearing the blood further across his skin, until it formed the outline of a twisted smile.

"There," you said softly, watching the blood mix with his grin. "Now you look like you're really enjoyin' yourself." The playfulness in your voice was a front, hiding the heat rising between you both.

His eyes seemed devoid of light as you continued, the hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "You know, puddin'," Toji muttered, his voice low and gravelly, "You're even more dangerous when you look like that."

You didn't say anything. Instead, you leant in closer, your lips brushing his jaw before slowly moving to the blood on his mouth, tasting it.

He inhaled sharply, his hand snapping to your wrist, stopping you for just a moment. "You're playin' a real fucking dangerous game, sweetheart."

You could feel the tension building, the unspoken words between you two hanging in the air like a storm waiting to break. But before he could say another word, you pressed your lips to his, your hands slipping into his hair, pulling him toward you with a hunger that matched his own.

Toji groaned into the kiss, his grip on you tightening. Toji's lips were rough against yours, his hands gripping you tightly as if he couldn't get enough. The kiss was hungry, both of you fighting for control, but neither of you willing to give up an inch.

His body pressed against yours, and you could feel the heat radiating from him, his muscles tense as his hands roamed over you. He pulled you closer, deepening the kiss, and for a moment, everything else disappeared.

Toji pulled back just enough to look at you, his breathing heavy. "You're really not making this easy." He muttered, his hands still on your body. His eyes were dark, focused only on you.

You didn't care. You tugged at his shirt, needing to feel his skin, to feel the heat between you. You both worked in silence, each of you getting lost in the need to be closer, to lose yourselves in each other.

When you finally managed to get his shirt off, you ran your hands over his chest, feeling the strong muscles beneath your fingertips. He let out a quiet curse, his hands moving to your back, pulling you even tighter against him.

"Shit.” Toji murmured, his lips brushing against your neck. You tilted your head back, giving him more access, feeling the thrill of his touch as his lips left a trail of heat along your skin. You didn't need words, not now. The tension between you was enough.

You grunted, slipping a hand back up into his hair, tugging harshly on the black strands to rip his head away. “Let me ride you, ‘Ji.”

“Fuck, puddin’. Gonna go dumb on the cock? Hell yeah.” He grabbed at your waist, tugging you towards the springy bed, almost tripping over bloodied limbs before he fell down, you bouncing on top of him before you shifted to straddle his lap.

It was a sight to see; a maniac beneath you, blood smeared at his lips and a wild look in his eyes. Yeah, you’d happily let this man ruin you.

Toji growled as you hurriedly went to rip your shorts off, eager to see you bare. His hand slithered to your cunt, pushing past the fabric of your panties to feel your warm slick.

“So fucking wet. Did killing get her wet? Fucking slut.” He chuckled, trailing his fingers up your torso until they found your pulse, squeezing at your neck.

“Says the ones who’s so fucking hard.” You mumbled, moaning out as your throat began to mechanically constrict.

“It’s what ya do to me, puddin’. Gonna show yer leaky pussy exactly what ya do t’me.” He snarled, curling his fingers, cutting off your air supply.

Toji couldn’t help but feel his cock twitch at the sight of you gasping for hair, eagerly reaching with his other hand, to his pants, tugging them until his cock sprung free.

“Ji…can’t fucking…breathe.” You wheezed, though your cunt pulsed and leaked into your panties.

“Yeah, yeah. I hear ya, quit yapping.” Toji murmured, releasing your neck and sliding his fingers up until he shoved them past your lips, forcing you to suck them clean.

His free hand went to your panties and tugged them carelessly to the side. Toji wasn’t a man of pleasantries, not now, not when you’re dripping onto his balls.

“Lift yer hips. Good fucking girl.” He said, grabbing his cock to guide it to your hole.

You both groaned out, albeit yours muffled, as you sunk down on his length. You leant forward to plant your hands on Toji’s hard pecs, using it as leverage before you raised your hips and slammed them back down in a repeated manner, whining every time his fat tip would nudge at that one spot inside you.

“God, this pussy is to die for,” Toji groaned, fingers dropping from your lips, coated in your saliva. “Gonna fucking murder me with how she’s squeezing my dick.”

Your lips fell open, panting Toji’s name. Fingers curling into his skin. “Love this dick—hah—could kill for it.”

“Rest easy, puddin’. Is all fucking yours. Shit, all yours.”

You didn’t miss the way Toji sent you a smirk, cheeks pulling at the dried blood on his face, the sight made your heart and cunt convulse.

It wasn’t long before you felt a burn in your thighs and lower back, stamina wearing thin. “‘J-‘Ji, ‘m tired. I can’t continue.” You whined, giving the man your best pleading expression.

“Yes, ya fucking can, and will.” Toji grunted, digging into his pockets and pulling out a butterfly knife.

He twisted his wrist, the blade whipped out before the sharp point was pressing at your throat.

“Keep up the pace or I draw blood.”

That was new, Toji never threatened you. Ever. You were his precious, porcelain (murderous) doll he paraded around town, yet it did something to you. Toji smirked when he felt you clench around him

So with a sound something between a whine and moan, you kept bouncing on his cock. Wet sounds filled the room, and so did your whines and moans.

“There we go, see, all ya needed was some motivation. Got ya moving real good f’me. Fuck.” Toji praised, tempted to push the blade into your skin nonetheless.

Your hips stuttered, pace falling behind. You hoped Toji didn’t notice, but of course he did. You whimpered as the blade made a small cut, red pebbling at the small incision he made.

Toji didn’t stop there, he pressed deeper and deeper, not enough to kill you, God, he’d never, but enough until the crimson dribbled down your skin, some onto the knife, most crawling to your collar and breasts.

Toji audibly groaned at the sight, moving the blade to his lips, tongue farting out to taste you. “Fucking hell, puddin’. Yer just as sweet as your blood.”

His words set a flame alight in your tummy. It grew bigger and bigger, until you could no longer contain it. “Fuck! Need to cum, gotta cum!”

“Cum for me, puddin’. Atta-fucking-girl.”

That was it, like a bucket tipping over, you came, hard. Toes curling, eyes rolling, mouth drooling.

“Shit. Fuck, puddin’. Gonna stuff this pussy full of my cum. Have psychotic children with the love of my fucking life. Aw, fuck.” Toji’s teeth clenched together as he spilled ribbons to ropes of his cum inside your cunt.

His hips jumped, and twitched before they stilled. You were panting by the time he was done, a little sweaty too, before you collapsed onto him.

“I got ya.” Toji murmured, wrapping his arms around while his head buried itself in the crook of your neck. You shivered when his tongue struck out and lapped at the cut.

The moment was tranquil, by your definition. Serene, peaceful, perfect.

Until there was a banging to the door, so loud you thought it was going to rip off its hinges. “This is police, open up!”

“Well, waddaya say, puddin’? Ready to kill some motha-fuckers?”

“As ready as you are.”

[yestrday]

: ̗̀➛  DRUNK ON ECSTASY ! ft. yan! venti, kaeya, diluc, albedo

In a last-ditch effort to subdue your fiery spirit and finally claim you as his, your dear yandere mixes a little something with your food. different emotions arise, but one thing is clear— you’re soooo much cuter when you’re pawing at his sleeves and crying for him.

+ whew finally got this one out of the drafts!! did this instead of the reflection paper lololol

( yandere behavior, drúgging, aphrodisíacs )

venti does it in a last-effort ditch to break down your walls. don’t blame him, okay! he’s been trying sooo hard these past few months to even put a dent in that thick wall you’ve put up between the two of you. he’s confident in his looks and his charm, and has been exploiting the utmost out of them just to seduce you! but you’re sooo hard-headed, and he’s growing really desperate!

he adores your modesty, really! but the shy and reserved smile you put on when he makes a move on you pains him both physically and mentally. he wants to see all of you, the good ones and the bad ones, and he wants to assure you that he’ll love you no matter what! he wants to see you needy and desperate just like he is, but it looks like you’re trying to control yourself. but no worry though, because venti will make it his mission to set you free of such bothersome restraints.

and well~ ♡ venti giggles as he swirls the pink liquid around its heart-shaped vial, brazenly playing with it with your back to your wine. he knows juuust the thing to get you to open up. don’t worry, don’t worry ♡ venti can’t seem to repress the wide grin as he drops just a teensy bit of the potion. this is what friends do, don’t they? help each other out?

and he’s helping you out alright. not like he has much of a choice when you cling and grasp at him so needily. he’s laughing all the time, even when you’re begging for some sort of release. his laughter, bordering on maniacal and full of lust, is muffled by the blood rushing to your head. he loves it— those desperate eyes, the whiny pleas… you’re everything he’s dreamed of and more. isn’t this wayyy better? to be true to yourself instead of hiding what you’re really like?

“venti venti ventiventiventi pleaseee~!” your whines sound absolutely delightful to his ears, and even more so when he watches you cling to him with hearts in your eyes. your hair’s a mess, your cheeks are bright red, and you smile at him like you’re drunk on the attention he’s giving you. “hmm, i don’t know…” venti feigns hesitance, even though he’s kicking his legs in delight. “it’s getting late now… don’t you need to go home at this time already?” you shake your head fervently, clutching even tighter onto him. you stare up at him so desperately and pleadingly that it’s hard to connect you to the straight-laced person you were before. “i– i don’t need to! i’ll stay here for you, venti! just pleasepleaseplease!” you nigh sob, embracing his side as try to indulge in every warmth and touch his body can offer. “please touch me already!” the giggle he lets out is almost maniacal, one that would scare you if you weren’t high on aphrodisiac. he takes a large swig from the wine bottle (more pink than the usual red) and brings your face closer to his. your breaths intermingle, smelling of sweet wine and laced with lust, as venti takes in the prize he’s been coveting for so long. “you’re so precious, my darling,” he whispers, and when he swoops in to kiss you, tongue wrapped around yours, you swear you’ve never been more contented in your entire life.

kaeya believes that he’s not the sort of person to resort to such… disgusting tactics. he tells himself that he can win you over by his charm and hard efforts alone, but the way you smile politely at him or when you take every opportunity to avoid him… it only digs deeper into his insecurities. every witty remark he has is met with an awkward laugh, every time he tries to close the distance, you shy away. it hurts him more than he wants it to. he knows he should be giving up but when he stares at the vial of aphrodisiac he’d unthinkingly buy, he knows he’s far too gone to give up.

he tries to forget about it, tries his best not to think about what horrible thoughts he’s been having of you. but every time you show him even the slightest affection, a genuine smile here or a comforting touch there, he starts caving. how happy he would be if you showed that to him every day! he’d return every affection you gave tenfold, you’d never be starved of it. he wants you so, so bad it’s maddening, and every night he sleeps in his bed alone, his mind becomes a little bit crazier.

but tonight, you were with another. he knows he’s just a friend, that you see them nothing more than a brother, but that’s not how the other party looks at you. yet you lean into their touch so willingly, laugh with them without any restraints, and smile at them so blindingly it stuns kaeya even from across the room. he grasps tightly the bulge in his pocket, heart-shaped and taunting, and bites his lip.

he wants you so, so badly. so when you approach him with your wine glass lifted, greeting him with a drunken smile, he tries to pretend that he is the subject of your affection. tonight, it can be all pretend, but when he refills your cup and watches the pink wisps drown in the red wine, he tells himself that it’ll all be real after this.

“i’ve got you, i’ve got you.” kaeya acts like he’s not the one who made you like this, swaying tipsily from the wine and the drug and clinging onto him for support. well, maybe more than support, because of the way you nuzzle into his side and breathe a sigh of relief, kaeya thinks that maybe you’re longing for something more. “hehe, have i ever told you how handsome you are, mister kaeya~?” you ask him, smiling wobbly up at him as you gaze into his one eye. he gasps in shock when he realizes that your noses are barely touching, and he leans away quickly to save his rapidly beating heart. he wasn’t like this with others, he swears, but something about you makes him so vulnerable and flustered that he doesn’t know what to do. your rented room is barely lit, the candlelights on the side of the wall somehow adding a sensual atmosphere as he guides you to your bed. the feeling of your skin against his is like fire to ice, and the little whimpers you give as the heat tortures you from within sets his head spinning. he can barely handle it, and with the way you’ve been eyeing him… surely it wouldn’t hurt to hope for more. he tries to set you on the bed, but you’re quick to push him down first and straddle him with a triumphant grin. he knows he’s the suspect behind your behavior, yet you’re the one pinning him down and he’s the one blushing and gasping like he’s been caught in your trap. “kaaaeeeyyaaaaa~ ♡” you drawl, nipping lovebites and staring at him with heart eyes and a flirty pout. “keep me company for the night?” his breath hitches in his throat as he takes in your draping clothes and feels the warmth of your body on top of him. mustering up enough bravado, he summons his confident grin to his smile as he wraps his arms around your neck. his heart is beating in his chest, and his eagerness drowns out whatever guilt he may have felt. “anything for you, love.”

when desperate, diluc might not make the most rational of decisions. he had bought the love potion off the black market in a fit of mania after you had once again run off and hurt yourself. his illogical logic reasoned that if you weren’t willing to be under his care, safe, and protected, he might as well force you to want it.

the morning after, diluc’s face contorted with disgust as he looked into the reflection of a man willing to force the person he’d been pining for into something they didn’t want. he locked the crystal bottle under lock and key, swearing that not once would he ever use it. he loved you too much, and admittedly too prideful to resort to such cheap tactics. he needed you to love him of your own volition.

but tonight was another one of those nights, news of another dangerous stunt of yours in dragonspine reaching his ears. you were driving him insane. what archon would care if he kept you under his protection, shackling you to his side even if it meant depriving you of your freedom to explore the world as you wished? hell, he might even get rewarded for it, because you were going to kill yourself at this rate!

there must have been a reason why he didn’t throw away that potion like he had ought to do, a malicious subconscious telling him that he would need it in the future. and it was right, the side of diluc that he had despised so much was right. as he swirls the ominous glowing pink in its bottle, he watches it drop into your wine with a face devoid of any emotion– too sick with love and paranoia to even feel anything for the crime that he was about to do.

the way you’re shivering and reaching for his touch is making him go crazy. he had never expected the potion to be this strong (though he did drop a few too much just to ensure the… effectiveness), so he received your weak embrace with both surprise and a dark delight. your current image was one he thought he despised— babbling incoherently, swaying tipsily, airy giggles, just like the drunks he tended to— but on you, it was nothing short of endearing. especially with the way you whimper at his every caress, shaking in flush pleasure as you lean in for more. you’re pliant on his bed with hazy eyes anticipating his every move, and he gently lifts parts of your clothes to observe the collection of scars you’ve collected. “d– diluc…” you whimper, weakly grabbing at his wrist as he traces another once more. you’re so… small, hands barely wrapping around the width of his wrist. “wha… what are you doing…?” “observing my mistakes,” he replies, pressing a chaste kiss on your temple that has you whining. he sees this with dark eyes but refuses to let go of the leash he’s put upon himself. “all these scars that litter you’re body, it was my mistake for even letting you go out there when you can’t even take care of yourself.” he thumbs another scar and you bite your lip. “now you won’t have to worry anymore. i’ll be the one taking care of you.” “take care of me…?” you’re silent for a few seconds as if the reality of the situation has finally dawned on you. diluc sits in silence too, waiting for you to start screaming and kicking and demanding before a wobbly grin spreads on your face. “take care of me? ♡ then…” wrapping your legs around his neck, you pull him in closer till his chin rests on your tummy, and you smile so lovingly at him that he could almost fool himself. “then take care of me lo~ots tonight, ‘kay? ♡”

albedo doesn’t even bother reserving a love potion for a last resort. he might be a patient man with most things, but he sometimes likes to indulge in his sadistic desires. and there’s no other person than you who seems to rile up those desires more than ever. to have you shivering and weak on his table, moaning weakly as you beg with a bright flush on your cheeks… albedo could not have made the potion any faster.

he’s always been… scientific? when it came to matters of the heart. he’s not the type to chalk the unexplainable thumping of his chest to a mere clash of chemical reactions in his brain. rather, he looks for the fastest and most efficient way to get him results. he could try and be content watching you from afar, dressed in your cute waitress getup as you tended to customers, but archons knew how much he was itching to have his hands on you.

every time you smiled at him from across the street, bounding from good hunter to the little alchemy stall with food that albedo had ordered with ill intentions… it festered something dark within him. albedo’s no idiot, he’s fully aware of what dangerous ideas his mind has been cooking up this entire time. you chat with him with wide and trusting eyes, unaware of how his gaze lingers on your lips and how he purposely brushes your hair back to let his touch linger. 

it drives him insane how naive you are, but it is an alchemist’s duty to break down things and build them up again to truly understand the way they are. and albedo is nothing but curious about you.

albedo is delighted at how much the potion seems to have an effect on you. you could barely think, head empty except for the constant need of albedo’s touch, and you beg for it so~o prettily too. he tucks a messy strand behind your ear, just as he always did, but instead of warm smiles and thank yous he’s met with whines and hazy eyes. “‘bedo, ‘bedo, pleeasseee~” you sob into his palm, hugging his arm in an attempt to keep more of his warmth to yourself. “wh- what’s going onnn? i’m sca-ared…” he shushes you, soft caresses tickling your neck as he presses a kiss on your temple. it’s exhilarating how much you shuddered from a mere peck and wondered that should he have made the effects stronger, it certainly would have sent you right over the edge. “sh sh shhh, it’s okay, darling. you’re fine. your body’s just reacting… accepting… let me indulge in this moment for a little bit longer, ‘kay? then i’ll relieve you of your pain.” you don’t process any of his words, just looking up at him with fearful yet trusting eyes. he chuckles when he sees this stupidly cute expression on you and helps himself to nip on your earlobe. “ngh, nha ♡ n- no! not the ear…! ‘bedo, ‘s too sensitive!” your toes curl at the onslaught of pleasure, and you can’t help but kick your legs as you’re overwhelmed. “y- you can’t…!” “oh dear,” he chuckles, pulling away from your lobe and watching as you lay on his lap, panting and twitching at the sensation of it all. “it’s just the ear, darling. surely, you can’t be that sensitive yet?” he eyes the cup of tea that he had brewed, suspiciously tinged with pink. “you haven’t finished your cup yet, you know.” “c… cup?” you slur, tongue feeling leaden. through half-lidded eyes, you can barely make out the sly smile on albedo’s lips. “wh… whaddya mean…?” huffing a fond laugh, albedo shakes his head and reaches out for the teacup, before tilting it into his mouth. his lips descend on yours, tongue swiping at your lips to be permitted entry. you part them, and the distinct taste of tea enters your mouth as he kisses you even deeper. “that’s what i mean,” he smiles, pulling away with naught but a string of saliva attached. now his cheeks glow pink, as he watches you with lustful eyes as pleasure and unbearable heat shake your body once again. “it’s time to fall even deeper, my love.”

[smatterbrained]

If u hear maniacal laughter in the distance that's me

[x-gabrielle-x]

Withered Cards | IV

Pairings: Jason Todd x Reader.

Warnings: Blood, gore, violence, murder, swearing, major and minor injuries, death.

Summary: Despite the many different problems you overcome with Jason Todd, you always eventually make it back to each other. Even after his death, how could you still love a man who changed so much? Even when you made a turn for the worst.

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Your body still ached from the hits that Joker had blown at you only a week ago, the scab forming over your split lip leaving a metallic tang on your tongue. The bruises still had yet to heal, the purple blemishes littering your skin and serving as a fresh reminder of just how cruel and nasty the Joker really was. It had been a week. A week since your failed mission, and a week since you had last seen Robin.

You had found yourself mostly staying hidden away in your tiny room back in the warehouse, finding that it was much greater comfort than having to be around the tantalizing grin Joker always sent in your direction, like a lion baring its teeth to its prey. So of course, when you had heard a loud bang on your door with the Joker bidding you farewell, claiming he had 'unfinished business to attend', you were more than relieved to finally stretch your limbs and let your guard down; just a little.

Though even without the Joker there for the few days you had, your heart would leap into your throat whenever you thought to hear something similar to his maniacal laughter. You were constantly on edge even without him there, and Harley seemed to be mourning his absence just as much as you were enjoying it.

Sitting on a random rooftop with the glimmering city lights below did little to ease your running thoughts. The familiar chill of the freezing air pricked at your skin to which you folded your arms against your chest for a sense of warmth. Gotham had seemed to be a lot quieter tonight, a very rare occasion. Crime was low, and the usual distant sirens were quiet. You could even hear the occasional laughter and cheers from the bar just down the street.

You wished to bask longer in the silence, in your own company, but it was quickly gone when you heard the soft thuds of boots on the floor behind you.

You didn't need to look over to know that he was staring directly at you, observant and intrigued. In any other situation, you would have found yourself reaching for your knife and defending yourself against the charging enemy, fists flying and weapons drawn for blood, but this was different. Very different. There was no harshness to his steps, no attacks thrown at you, only silence.

The silence dragged uncomfortably long, and you kicked your legs back and forth over the edge of the building as you let out a long breath.

"I didn't think the Robin would be paying me a visit tonight," you kept your gaze trained below. "If I had known, I might have put on my better shoes!"

The pounding in your chest grew with each word you spoke, but if he had come to fight you, he would have done it by now.

He ignored your comment and instead came up beside you. It was then you finally turned your gaze up at him, noticing his yellow, red and green costume. The dominoe mask shadowed his face, though you could see little due to the dimmed lights of the city. He was staring right back at you, a little too much for your personal comfort.

He slumped onto the edge of the rooftop with a huff, maintaining the safe distance between you both. You had to resist from smiling a little to yourself at the silliness of it all. Robin, your enemy, the one who had made you fail your mission and make the Joker’s anger flare was currently sat five feet away as if nothing had happened.

He was playing a dangerous game, yet you were curious to see the reason of his arrival. If he wasn't here to start something, why was he here at all?

The tension was thick with something you couldn't place, but the feeling was oddly unsettling. Not because you were fearful, but because you were oddly excited for this coincidental meeting.

"Tough week?" he questioned in a tease, pointing to your split lip and the yellowish bruise poking out from under your mask. You merely scoffed at the boy before subconsciously licking the cut on your bottom lip.

"Maybe. It would have been a hell of a lot better if you had left me that vial, though," you looked at him, catching the smile that had appeared on his face triumphantly before he quickly disguised it with a bored look.

"What did the Batsy say when you handed it in," you continued. "It better have been good, considering the Joker wasn't too pleased when I returned without the one thing he had asked of me." You gestured to your eye again, his gaze lingering there for a few moments too long.

He tensed at the mention of Batman, lips twitching into a frown.

"Nothing you need to know," he mumbled out, irritation laced in his voice. You quirked a brow.

"I think I do," you laughed, though it was obviously fake. "Considering you're the reason I got my ass beat."

He ignored you, instead shifting himself so that his leg was now propped up on the edge of the roof. He tilted his head in question.

"What are you doing here, anyway? Another Joker deed or dwelling in your failure," he taunted.

"Having a breather," you were quick to reply in defense, and you noticed the way his eyes widened in surprise. He let out a soft laugh, something that surprised you considering you didn't hear laughter too often where you were, or perhaps too much from the Joker.

"Something that we have in common," he mused, and for the first time you felt a strange sense of welcoming with Robin. With anybody, for that matter.

The both of you remained at a safe distance, but his presence alone was one that confused you. Tonight, even with him a mere five feet away, you weren't worried about having to fight him, worried about hiding away, or worried about who you were raised with. It was nearly as if in this moment, you had somebody who didn't pose you as a threat. Or at least, not much of a threat.

Robin's movements were relaxed and composed, abandoned of any tension he may have held before regarding your presence.

“I’m guessing you don’t do this often,” Robin concluded. “If not at all.”

You frowned at him, slightly offended by his comment. “How would you know?”

The corner of his lip tipped into a smile, and he shrugged, flexing his shoulders in a way that caused for his suit to stretch.

“I’m here nearly every night, and I can positively say, I haven’t seen you out here once.”

“And I bet you wish you could see me, little birdy,” you fake pouted, watching him closely.

He breathed out a laugh, his eyes squinting under the dominoe mask that concealed his identity.

"Believe me, if it didn't end in you nearly breaking my nose last time, I might have considered it."

You just stared at him, your mind trying to figure him out. In all honesty, you don't remember the last proper conversation that you had with somebody. much less around your age.

"How old are you?" the question had slipped out before you could stop it.

Robin glanced back at you; a brow raised. "Not much older than you, I'd guess," he looked you up and down. "How old are you?"

"Thats not an answer," you deadpanned, ignoring him. "For all you know, I could be a sixty-five-year-old woman with insane plastic surgery."

"But you're not," he clarified. "No old woman would be able to jump off rooftops and work for criminals like him."

You cringed at the mention of the Joker.

Robin let out a low hum, and the city lights from below flickered across the right side of his face in what seemed to be like a dance.

You opened your mouth. "You're not-"

"Stop." He cut you off.

You paused. "Excuse me?"

He held up a hand, his gaze going past you. It was only then you heard the quiet grunts and rummaging from a nearby alley. You were already on your feet and moving toward the sound, steps cautious. Robin was right on your heel, and by the time you were both on the ground hidden by the shadows in the alley, you could see a hunched figure leaning against the brick wall, digging through what seemed to be a purse.

You turned to Robin, a mocking smile gracing your lips. You gestured an arm out.

"Well? After you, Wonder Boy," you said.

He frowned. "Is that some way you're going to get me distracted and then knock me out when my backs turned?"

You rolled your eyes. "No, do I look like a hero who fights purse thieves?"

He looked you up and down. "Honestly, no."

"You didn't have to answer, bird brain. Just go!"

The man who had been distracted for long enough suddenly snapped his head toward you both, snarling.

"What the hell?"

The man stood abruptly, stepping closer, though Robin was quick to move from the outstretched hand of the man. With a swift kick, the man was doubling over with a grunt and spilling the contents of the purse onto the floor.

The man growled in annoyance, lunging for Robin again, but he was quick to duck down away from the mans clenched fist before it could make contact. You, however, watched on with amusement.

"You could have been a bit more original rather than a purse thief," Robin called out to the man.

The grunts exchanged between the two continued, and you cringed at the few hits Robin had received. You had to admit, he put up a strong fight.

"Little rat!" The man yelled, holding his head where a punch managed to land before he stumbled out of the alley, disregarding the purse he previously held.

Robin huffed, brushing a dark stray of hair away from his face. He looked over, meeting your gaze as you clapped mockingly, stepping out from the shadows and closer to him.

He stooped down, picking up what looked to be an ID.

"Do you know a Lora Johnston?" He said, flipping the card in his hand.

"Can't you search that up on a special little gadget or something?"

He mumbled out something that you failed to hear.

There was a pause.

"I think you could improve on your movement," you said, and his eyes snapped to yours. Something changed in his features that you couldn't place.

"Teach me, then."

Your mouth ran dry. "What?"

"If you teach me, then ill teach you some stuff." He was quick to add, but you shook your head quickly.

"I don't need your help."

You went to turn, but you let out a yelp when you were suddenly tugged back and landed onto the hard floor.

"You let your guard down too easily," Robin teased. You only glared up at him with annoyance.

You stood back up to your feet and wacked him on the shoulder, pushing past him and walking toward the alley entrance to leave, but he quickly called out to you.

You ignored him, but he called out again.

"What do I call you?"

You stopped and turned to him, eyes wide.

There was a long pause. "Nothing," you said. "I can't give you a name."

"Well," he thought, a suggestive smile gracing his lips that you knew you'd see again. "I guess I'll just have to decide myself."

You turned again, waving a hand this time. "Until next time, birdy!"

He let out a chuckle. "Until next time, Princess!"

You remain silent the rest of the walk, your interaction with Robin nothing like how you would have imagined it. He confused you more than you'd like to admit, but oddly enough, tonight was a change, and you liked it.

You couldn't remember the last time you had spoken to somebody so casually, the sense of normality something you craved more of. Though the two of you barely knew each other, much less trust, you had hoped it wouldn't be your last interaction.

@annabellelee @stormz369

©x-gabrielle-x. Do not steal, copy or translate my works.

[justhereforsubsevika]

Part 2 to asshole sevika because one (1) person eluded to maybe wanting a part 2

Nsfw, smut, public, rough fingering, strap sex (referred to as dick and cock), choking, degradation, humiliation, asshole sevi is acc just awkward weird sevi, also this is now a university au do with that what you will

Okay look i cant have my baby be evil for too long ok </3 no tears or angst but like ITS NOT HER FAULTT SHE'S JUST A WEIRDO!!

Okay so you may have fucked up. You may or may not have told a friend, who may have told a friend, who may have told the whole campus that Sevika moans her own name when she cums. You may or may not have exaggerated and said that her shouting lasted for 3 minutes. You may or may not be watching as some evil cunt walks up to her while she sits alone at the picnic bench, snickering.

You can hear their conversation despite the fact you're a good distance away.

"Hey, Sevika right?" This scrawny guy who, quite frankly, Sevika could snap like a twig, starts to say. Her face lights up. She thinks she's about to make a friend, you can see it all over her face. Jesus Christ, you feel awful. It feels like someone is wringing all the blood out of your guts as you watch this scene unfold.

"Mhm! That's me!" She says, turning off her phone and gesturing beside her to request that he takes a seat. "Nah, I'm good." He starts laughing at her and her face drops in confusion. "What's funny?" She queries, standing so she looks down at him. He doesn't even step back despite the fact his entire body is now shrouded in her shadow. "Is it true you- HAH FUCK- you moan your own name? Y'know when you finish?" He splutters between maniacal laughter.

Her face goes white.

She looks to you with so much betrayal on her face. But she deserved it right? She fucked you raw and didnt even chuck a towel at you after. She made fun of your boyfriend (who you cheated on, but that's irrelevant) and your sexuality.

Oh shit.

She's walking straight to you.

Her face sure got its colour back quick.

"Hi Sev- AH-" Suddenly you're being tugged by your hair across the campus, screaming and flailing as she grunts and tells you to shut up. She doesn't even bother to go into a bathroom stall once you're inside the library building, just pins you against the bathroom tile with her forearm and shoves her fingers under your skirt. She pushes into you roughly, not caring that it hurts bad since there's no moisture to assist her. She wants to hurt you. You've pissed her off bad.

"WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU TELL PEOPLE THAT?" She shouts, roughly pounding into you. It's all so much, her fiery, furious expression, her rough fingers deep inside you so abruptly. But it's not fair! She fucks loads of girls, why the hell is she assuming you spread the rumour?

"H-how do you know it was me? Could be one of your s-sluts that you fuck-"

"BECAUSE I ONLY EVER DID THAT WITH YOU! BECAUSE YOU'RE MY FUCKING FRIEND AND I TRUSTED YOU!"

She looks for a second like she might cry, but instead grunts and bars her teeth, hand coming up to choke you. Even with her impenetrable anger, you can tell she's at least not trying to kill you. You give her the satisfaction of spluttering and heaving for air even though you can breathe perfectly fine and she moans. "You're such a fucking whore aren't you? Gave that pussy up to me despite your little boyfriend, now you're slutting yourself out for me? Anyone could walk in and see how you're dripping down your thighs. Pathetic little bitch."

She lets you go for a second to unbuckle her jeans and of course she's packing. Typical Sevika, always prepared for revenge sex.

She comes up behind you as you attempt to pull down your panties and grabs you up, her forearm able to restrain both your legs from under your knees.

Holy shit. You're now fully off the ground, watching in the bathroom mirror as Sevika slides her dark purple strap into your pussy. Her other hand is back round your neck, making your eyes roll back. She bobs you up and down on her cock in a way you're sure should be physically impossible, somehow still managing to ruin your pussy with her brutal pace. She starts thrusting up into you and you laugh thinking about how she must look from behind, rocking up and down on her toes.

"Fuck are you laughing at?" She sneers, squeezing a little at your neck. Your mouth drops open, silenced by Sevika's rough grip. Her hand drops to thumb at your clit and you can't help but cry out.

"Mm, oh shit sevi, mm fuck sevika," you groan and she smirks.

"Who's moaning my name now?"

And then Sevika sees the bat symbol and says "my city needs me" and flies into an aeroplane and dies (IM NOT WRITING THIS DUMB SHIT ANYMORE OKAY I DECIDED I HATE IT)

[lohotine]

Oh, I have an idea for the Shadow Milk cookie And you can add yandere and Hypnotism. Please and then I liked it.

Please Here the plot:

A Shadow Milk cookie comes out of the tree. And Pure Vanilla Cookie and friends, including T/N Cookie. Shadow Milk cookie watched everyone, but he saw you and watched you for so long that he wanted to make you his. After that, Pure Vanilla Cookie and friends, and you They ran away, and you ran away in the other direction. After that, she found herself in a beautiful forest, vwhere there are beautiful flowers. T/N Cookie didn't know how it got here, maybe it's lies Shadow Milk cookie, no?

After that, she took a book about the plant and read, soon she read it and saw some kind of apple tree, but the apples were blue. She decided to look in a book about blue apples, but it didn't say. She decides to come closer to see it, but a Shadow Milk cookie appears and offers to eat this fruit, but she refuses to do so, then Shadow Milk cookie uses hypnosis to get her to eat this fruit. Then she eats this fruit and she doesn't feel well, eyes T/N Cookie After that, her heart turns blue and His eyes were blue. Shadow Milk cookie picked it up and decided to make it his own.

AN: MY FRIENDS ARE YELLING IN THE VC AND I CAN'T FOCUS.

Shadow Milk x Reader

Oneshot

Warnings: Yandere, hypnotism

-At Last-

"Ah! Doesn't this air just feel... divine?"

Shadow Milk had just broken out of the seal and was staring everybody down... until he locked eyes with you.

As you'd gaze into his now hazy eyes, you could see a crazed smile appeared on his face. His entire mind was clouded with thoughts of you and only you. Your eyes, your body, you soul, everything.

"Oh, has my little doll come to visit me~?" Shadow Milk Cookie would move behind you, snaking a hand around your waist.

"What- no get off of me!" You push him off of you, and you can see a glint of frustration appear in his eyes.

Then, he'd smile. His maniac laughter began to fill the scene, sending a chill down your spine.

"Everyone, it would be best if we retreated for now!" Pure Vanilla called out.

The others would nod and quickly fled from the scene, including you.

Everything was so hectic. Walls would start to crumble and screams of terror filled the kingdom.

Eventually, you'd find yourself in a forest, far away from everyone. You must have gotten separated in the chaos.

A panic soon set in and you'd look around desperately for an exit, but the more you'd look around, the more you could admire your surroundings.

It was a beautiful forest. Flowers of all kinds would surround you, and the moonlight peaked through the leafy canopies above.

It was so... mesmerizing. A wave of calm washed over you and you sat down near a bed of flowers.

Something about this forest just pulled you in. It was so peaceful... maybe a bit too peaceful.

For just a fleeting moment... you wondered if it was all a lie. It all seemed too good to be true. Maybe Shadow Milk had set this all up to catch you off guard.

Then you saw something peculiar in the distance.

It seemed to be an ordinary tree bearing fruits. It would stand in solitude in the center of an opening, and the moon seemed to highlight it's every feature.

The fruits in question were apples; blue apples. You had never seen anything quite like it. It got you curious, so you took out an old book about a variety of plants. You searched and you searched, but there was nothing on this strange flora in front of you.

Working up some confidence, you'd step closer to the tree.

You just gazed absent mindedly at the strange fruit until shadows around you began to warp.

From them appeared a familiar face:

Shadow Milk Cookie.

"It's so good to see you again, my love!" He'd say while happily twirling you around.

He'd only stop to see exactly what you had been looking at prior to his appearance.

"Oh, so you found this old thing?" He picked one of the apples from the tree and held it out to you. "It's a beauty, right? Why don't you try one?" He continued to smile, holding out the blue apple.

"No way, I'm not eating that," You'd say, pushing the fruit back towards him. A scowl appeared on your face as you continued to glare at Shadow Milk.

"But doll.." He'd get closer to you, grabbing your chin with one of his hands and forcing you to look upon him.

"You really should eat it."

You'd continue to gaze into his eyes, which you swore got just a little bit brighter.

The world around you all became a blur. All sounds, except the beating of your own heart, had been muted.

The ground beneath your feet didn't feel solid anymore. You felt as if you could fall at any second, yet you felt so chained down at the same time.

Shadow Milk would gently trace your face with his finger, still holding out the apple, though slowly proding it closer and closer to you.

Every one of your senses where focused solely on the apple, and you'd mindlessly take hold of it.

Without even realizing, you had taken a bite of it before quickly dropping it and coming to your senses.

The damage had already been done though. The world was still a blur, but instead of focusing on the apple, your mind had become clouded with thoughts of him.

"Aww look at you~ I always knew blue suited you best, my little doll! Now we match."

Your heartbeat rang in your ears, and your whole world felt as if it were spiraling.

Shadow Milk would admire this fragile being, gently tracing a finger over every one of thier features. He had waited for so long to claim ownership of what he had rightfully declared his, and now he has finally done it.

Even if they'd sway, it was only because they had not yet become used to the side effects. Carefully, Shadow Milk Cookie would take them in his arms and carry them away to some secluded corner of the world.

He just couldn't risk anybody else seeing you! And it's not like you needed to see anyone else either. Your heart belonged to him now. It beat to keep you alive just as it beat to keep him alive.

He was never going to let you leave, since what Shadow Milk Cookie wants, Shadow Milk Cookie gets.

[onyxonline]

(MANIACAL LAUGHTER IN THE DISTANCE)

[ponderingmoonlight]

The Blue Dragon saving you from certain death

Pairing: Shin-Ah x fem!reader

Word Count: 4k

Synopsis: It was never a secret that you're reckless - as Hak's sister, that runs in the family. But provoking a heir of soldiers, getting shot and almost drowning on your way to prove yourself to your brother doesn't really help your mission. Little do you know a certain blue dragon watches from afar and springs in time just to save you...

Warnings: injury, drama over drama, fluff with Shin-Ah hehehe

I just watched the episode introducing the blue dragon and I had no choice but to write for him. Hope you like it as well <3

The forest is alive with sound. The snap of twigs under heavy boots, the sharp crackle of leaves, and the distant, taunting shouts of the fire tribe soldiers. Your lungs burn as you dart between the trees, your heart pounding a hysterical rhythm against your ribs. You can hear them getting closer, their laughter and jeers ringing out like the howls of wolves on the hunt.

"Think you can just mouth off to us and walk away?" one shouts, his voice sharp with anger.

"We'll teach you some manners, little girl!"

You curse under your breath, regretting that earlier confrontation. Provoking them had seemed like a good idea at the time - an impulsive spark of boldness, a need to stand your ground against those people who threatened to attack the wind tribe. But now, with half a squad of soldiers hot on your heels, you’re questioning your choices.

The forest stretches endlessly around you, a maze of towering trees and tangled undergrowth. Your legs ache, but you don’t dare slow down. Hak always told you to know your surroundings, to keep an eye out for an advantage. But right now, all you can see are shadows and roots waiting to trip you.

That dumb cheeky mouth of yours, why aren’t you able to shut up just once? Why did you draw their attention to you, why did you shout at them like a maniac, why did you brag about your sword skills? You are a quite talented swordswoman, but with a dozen men to your rock bottom…you’re screwed. Especially when Hak isn’t around.

A low branch snags your sleeve, tearing it and slowing you for just a moment. It’s enough. Enough for them to catch up, enough for that suppressing feeling of fright to creep up your body.

“There! She’s close!”

Panic flares in your chest, a wild, consuming thing. You push harder, your feet slipping on damp leaves. You think of Hak - what he’d say if he saw you now. Probably something infuriatingly smug, like ‘You should’ve thought of that before picking a fight, dumb girl.’

Your breath comes in short, ragged gasps as you dodge around a thick tree trunk. Then you can see it,  a break in the trees up ahead, an opening that might lead to a creek or a clearing, somewhere you can hide. But your foot catches on a root, and you go sprawling, hitting the ground hard. Pain explodes in your shoulder, but you barely notice. Scrambling to your feet, you glance back, your heart sinking as you see the flicker of torchlight in the distance.

They’re closing in.

Fear and frustration churn in your gut, but you grit your teeth and keep moving. You won’t let them catch you - not here, not like this. You’re the sister of Son Hak, the Thunder Beast, and you’ll be damned if you let a few fire tribe grunts see you break.

“Killing me comes close to declaring a war, assholes!”, you shout over your shoulder.

To your surprise, your voice still sounds firm and confident, even though you feel the exact opposite. There’s no way you can keep going like this, not with these many men chasing you down the forest. All of that to find Hak, all of that to prove your worth to him…

The torchlight grows brighter, their voices louder. The trees seem to close in around you, the forest offering no escape. Desperation claws at you, but you refuse to stop. You run faster, ignoring the sting of branches whipping against your skin and the sharp ache in your side. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you know you can’t keep this up much longer. But for now, all you can do is run.

Run until your feet can’t carry you anymore. Run in the direction of…the riverbank. Your eyes widen at the sudden sight in front of you. Yes, maybe you’ll be able to take another turn there. Or even better, jump into the river and swim away before these jerks are able to catch you.

But the riverbank is a trap and you realize it too late. You skid to a halt at the edge of the water, the roaring current before you cutting off any hope of escape. Those tides are way too strong to simply swim through and that rumbling of water in the distance mean there’s a waterfall nearby. The soldiers’ laughter echoes behind you, rough and cruel as they emerge from the shadows of the forest, their torches casting flickering light on their armor.

“Well, well,” one of them drawls, smirking as he notches an arrow to his bow.

“Look where the little fox has cornered herself.”

You glance around frantically, heart pounding as they spread out in a semicircle, blocking every avenue of retreat. The river churns behind you, a freezing, unforgiving wall that offers no solace.

“You’ve been quite a bother,” another comments, his voice dripping with disdain.

“But don’t worry, we’ll make sure you pay for every word.”

Before you can answer, the sharp twang of a bowstring cuts through the air. You don’t have time to react. There’s a blinding flash of pain as the arrow pierces your shoulder, driving deep into flesh and muscle. The force knocks you back, and your foot slips on the wet rocks.

You fall.

The icy water envelops you immediately, a suffocating rush that steals the breath from your lungs. The river drags you under, spinning you in its grip as though you’re nothing more than a leaf caught in its current. Your injured shoulder screams with pain, every movement sending fresh waves of agony coursing through you.

Blood blooms around you in dark, murky clouds, the warmth of it stark against the cold. Your limbs grow heavy, the fight draining from your body as the current pulls you further away from the soldiers’ mocking shouts.

This…This can’t be how you die. You didn’t even meet Hak yet, you promised that you’ll keep yourself save, that you won’t cause trouble. What will he think when he returns home and you aren’t there anymore? Will he be…disappointed? Angry?

Your vision blurs, the edges fading to black as you struggle for air, for control. The world above the surface feels impossibly distant, a place you can no longer reach. All you can do is sink, the cold seeping into your bones as your strength ebbs away.

You barely register the sudden splash as someone cuts into the water nearby, swift and deliberate.

Through the haze of pain and cold, you suddenly feel strong arms encircle your waist, pulling you upward with a force that feels almost otherworldly. Is this a dream, a last vision of Hak before you die?

The water fights him, the current tugging at you both, but he doesn’t falter. His grip stays firm and steady against your body, as though nothing could wrest you from him.

The next thing you know, you’re dragged onto the riverbank, the cold air biting at your soaked skin. You blink sluggishly, trying to focus, but everything feels distant - except for the warmth of him. A stranger is kneeling over you, his hands cradling you with a care so gentle it’s almost surprising.

Him…he doesn’t look like Hak even through your dizzy gaze with that strange mask he wears. Water drips from his hair while he leans over you, his sharp eyes scanning your face for any sign of awareness.

You’re pale, your shoulder bleeding heavily, the crimson staining your soaked clothes and pooling beneath you. The soldiers from earlier attacked you. When he saw them from afar, he had no choice but instinctively come to your help.

“Stay awake,” he mutters, his voice low but firm.

He presses his hand against your wound, his other arm supporting your head. Even though he isn’t a physician, Shi-An knows exactly you are losing way too much blood.

You stir slightly at his touch, a faint sound escaping your lips, allowing relief to flicker in his chest. He didn’t come too late, you’re still alive, after all.

Through the fog of pain and exhaustion, you become dimly aware of him. The warmth of his hand against your shoulder stands in stark contrast to the cold that seems to have seeped into your very bones. Your eyes flutter open, blurry and unfocused, meeting his for the first time.

The first thing you notice is his mask - an odd, unsettling thing that obscures most of his face. But even in your hazy state, you can feel the weight of his gaze behind it, sharp and golden, like firelight in the darkness. There’s no doubt in the fact that he is a gorgeous boy.

“Who…?” you manage to whisper, your voice trembling as your fingers twitch weakly at your side.

He doesn’t answer, his jaw tightening slightly. Instead, he shifts his grip, his free hand moving to steady you. His presence is calm, but his movements betray urgency as he presses against your wound again, trying to stem the bleeding.

Your hand lifts without thought, trembling as it reaches for his face. He freezes, his breath catching as your fingers brush the edge of his mask. In your dizziness, you tug it down before he can stop you, revealing his face.

His face.

Your vision sharpens just enough to take him in - a face you don’t recognize but can’t look away from at the same time. His features are soft yet somehow strong, but it’s his eyes that truly capture you. They’re luminous, glowing faintly in the dim light, their golden hue seeming to pierce right through you.

But what catches you more than anything else is the gentleness he holds in his gaze, the way his eyes scan over the body of a complete stranger filled with nothing but worry.

 “Who… are you?”, you ask again, your voice barely a whisper.

Your gaze is locked on his, the pain and fear momentarily forgotten in the face of this stranger who saved you.

He hesitates, his lips parting as though to answer, but no words come. Instead, his arms tighten around you, pulling you closer against his chest.

 “Don’t move”, he finally says, his voice quieter this time.

“You’re hurt.”

Despite the pain and the cold, his warmth is undeniable, spreading through you like a soothing balm. Your body relaxes slightly, your eyelids heavy as the exhaustion threatens to overtake you once more.

There’s no time to waste. He needs to take you to Yun as soon as possible. Without saying another word, the stranger gently lifts you off the ground and starts moving.

“I…I didn’t even say…t-thank you…”

It’s getting harder to breathe, let alone speak. The trees above your head fly by so rapidly that your head starts spinning even harder, coldness threaten to drag your body along.

Instinctively, the stranger wraps his arms even tighter around you.

Did you just… thank him? Him, the blue dragon everybody fears? Him, who was never able to call anyone a friend? Especially not a girl.

Well, especially not a girl like you.

Even though you’re covered in blood and soaking wet with your hair sticking to your face, you look stunning. Mesmerising, to be exact. How did you end up in that forest? When he first saw you through his eyes, you were holding onto your sword with so much confidence that you have to be a trained swordswoman.

But…who are you?

“I…I can’t…I-“, your words die in your mouth, the world around you slowly but surely going black.

No, you can’t lose consciousness now. This isn’t a good sign, he has to move even faster.

“Don’t fall asleep”, he mumbles.

But it’s already too late. With your mouth hanging slightly open, you go numb in his arms, your hand resting against his chest.

Faster. He needs to move even faster. He needs to take you to Yun.

You’ll make it, right? You just have to make it…

The camp is alive with the usual buzz of activity: Kija and Hak sparring, their banter as sharp as the blades they wield while Yona watches nearby with a mixture of concern and amusement, her voice carrying over the clanging of weapons as she tries to referee their increasingly dramatic insults. Yun is by the fire, cooking something that smells far too good to belong in such a rugged setting.

Sin-Ah doesn’t have time to think about fights or food, though.

His towering frame emerges from the shadows of the forest as fast as he was gone. He’s soaked, water dripping from his clothes, but it’s the figure in his arms that immediately draws everyone’s attention.

“Shin-Ah, you’re back-” Yona starts, but the words die on her lips when she sees you.

Your head lolls against his chest, your clothes dark with blood, and your pale skin is a stark contrast to the deep red staining his arms. The air shifts in an instant.

Yun drops the ladle he was holding, his eyes wide as he scrambles to his feet.

“What happened?!” he exclaims, rushing to Shin-Ah’s side.

“Put her down, quick! She’s losing too much blood!”

“What the hell is going on here again?”, Hak mutters while dodging another hit.

Shin-Ah says nothing, his golden eyes sharp and unreadable as he lays you down gently on the closest surface Yun clears. The blood on his clothes smears against his movements, and the faint stinging smell of iron rises into the air, makes him feel sick.

“She fell into the river,” he finally says, his voice quiet.

“Arrow wound… here.”

He gestures briefly to your shoulder.

Yun pales as he pulls your shirt aside just enough to reveal the gaping wound.

“This isn’t good. She’s been bleeding for too long - Shin-Ah, did you press against it?”

 His hands move skilfully, inspecting the wound as he rifles through his supplies.

“Yes,” Shin-Ah replies simply.

Despite his calm tone, his eyes remain fixed on you, the faintest crease of worry tugging at his brow. Has he done something wrong? Was he not fast enough, did he not press hard enough? What if you won’t make it because he took too long fighting those soldiers?

By now, Yona has hurried over, her face a mask of concern.

“Who is she? Shin-Ah, where did you-?”

A sharp, panicked cry from Yona cuts through the commotion as she finally sees your face. An oh too familiar face. So familiar that her guts turn instantly.

“Wait! That’s…Hak’s sister! That’s (y/n)!”

Her voice trembles, and she turns toward the sparring pair.

“Hak! Hak, it’s (y/n)!”

The name crashes through the camp like a thunderclap.

Hak freezes mid-swing, Kija’s claw missing him by inches as his opponent falters at Yona’s words.

“What do you…WHAT?!” Hak’s head whips around, his usual smirk vanishing as panic flashes across his face when hearing your name while seeing that amount of blood.

In an instant, he’s sprinting toward you, his weapon clattering to the ground behind him. It can’t be you, right? Why would you even be here in the first place? But one glance into your resting face is enough for him to see the truth.

“What the hell happened?!”, Hak roars as he drops to his knees beside you, his hands hovering over you as if afraid touching you will make things worse.

His usually sharp eyes are wide with unrestrained worry, his voice low and raw.

“(y/n), what…Who did this?!”

“She was chased by soldiers from the fire tribe”, Shin-Ah says quietly, stepping back reluctantly to let Hak take your side.

“She fell into the river.”

Hak’s hands curl into fists, trembling as he looks from your pale face to the blood-soaked bandages Yun is hurriedly applying. His jaw clenches tightly, and for a moment, his expression twists into something dangerous - fury burning just beneath the surface of his panic.

“Fire tribe soldiers?”, Hak repeats, his voice low and venomous.

“I’ll-”

“Enough!”. Yun snaps, cutting him off with a glare.

“She’s stable for now, but I need space to work! If you start stomping around yelling about revenge, it’s not going to help her.”

Hak’s lips press into a thin line, but he forces himself to back away, his breathing ragged as he watches Yun work. Yona kneels beside him, placing a hand on his arm.

“Hak… she’ll be okay”, she says softly, her voice trembling with uncertainty.

 “She has to be.”

Hak doesn’t respond, his eyes fixed on you as though willing you to wake up. The usually unshakable Thunder Beast is utterly still, his fury held at bay only by his overwhelming fear for you. His knuckles are white as his hands rest on his knees, the tension in his body palpable.

As Yun continues to work, Shin-Ah lingers at the edge of the group, silent and modest. His clothes are still damp, the faint sting of your blood clinging to him. He watches Hak with a quiet intensity, his gaze shifting occasionally to you. So, you’re Hak’s sister. Now that he sees both of you side by side, he sees the resemblance, the way both of your gazes go rock-solid during a fight.

He knows his part in this is done, but something keeps him there, as though he can’t quite bring himself to leave just yet. Maybe he’ll just stay a little longer, only until you’re out of danger…

-later that night-

The world comes back to you slowly, the dull ache in your shoulder and the faint crackling of a fire anchoring you to reality. It’s night, the camp blanketed in shadows, with the faint glow of the moon filtering through the trees. Around you, other people are scattered, fast asleep. You can make out Hak’s form slumped against a tree nearby, his arms crossed, though even in sleep, his jaw is tight, his worry evident. Can this…really be him? How did you end up here? How did he find you? The urge to wake him becomes almost unbearable, but seeing him sleep so peacefully creeps away that thought as quickly as if came. Next to him you make out Yona’s signature red hair, a beautiful girl lying next to her and a white-haired man who seems to have a bad dream, both of them strangers.

Your gaze flickers over the group again, but you don’t see him - the one who saved you. The memory is hazy, fragments of glowing golden eyes and gentle strength lingering in your mind. Where is he? Is he even a part of the group Hak and princess Yona travel with? He has to, otherwise, you wouldn’t just lay here.

And even though you feel like dying by just shifting into a more comfortable position, the sudden impulse to find that boy who saves you and to thank him properly becomes unbearably.

Quietly, you rise, clutching your shoulder as you navigate through the sleeping forms. The forest beyond the camp is alive with night sounds - crickets chirping, the rustle of leaves in the breeze. You walk carefully, drawn by the faint sound of water trickling nearby.

It doesn’t take long to find him. By a small pond, illuminated by the moonlight, he kneels beside the water, his shirt draped over a nearby rock. His back is to you, his movements slow and deliberate as he scrubs blood from the fabric. Is this…yours? His blue hair falls in damp strands against his nape, and for a moment, you hesitate, unsure if you should interrupt.

But the words come unbidden.

“You’re the one who saved me.”

Shin-Ah freezes at the sound of your voice, his head turning slightly to glance over his shoulder. His golden eyes widen briefly, a flicker of surprise crossing his face before he turns fully toward you, standing and holding the shirt awkwardly in his hands. Frantically, he tries to grab his mask, but your hands stop him before he can reach it.

“I… you shouldn’t be out of bed”, he mutters softly, his voice low and careful, as though afraid of startling you.

You step closer, unable to stop the small smile that tugs at your lips.

“I wanted to thank you”, you reply earnestly, your gaze searching his face.

“For saving me. If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t-”

You pause, your voice trembling, the hungry faces of those soldiers creeping back up your mind.

“I wouldn’t be here.”

His gaze flickers away, his face partially hidden by the night.

“It was… nothing”, he murmurs, his voice almost a whisper.

“It wasn’t nothing”, you insist, taking a step towards him.

“You risked yourself for me, even though you didn’t know me. That’s… incredible.”

Your eyes drift to his face, then to the faint glow of his markings in the moonlight. The sight is mesmerizing, his quiet strength radiating in a way that leaves you momentarily breathless.

He shifts uncomfortably under your gaze, his fingers twisting in the fabric of his shirt.

“You should rest”, he repeats after a moment, though there’s no edge to his voice.

“I will. But first, I’d like to know your name.”

His golden eyes meet yours, and for a moment, the world feels impossibly still.

“Shin-Ah”, he says quietly, the name rolling off his tongue like a secret meant only for you.

“Shin-Ah”, you repeat, testing the sound. A soft smile graces your lips.

“Thank you, Shin-Ah.”

Before the moment can linger any further, a sharp voice cuts through the stillness.

“(y/n)!”

Shit, you know that voice and tone all too well. You whip around to see Hak storming toward you, his face a thunderstorm of fury and worry.

“What in the hell are you doing out here?!”, he shouts, his voice loud enough to send birds scattering from the trees.

You flinch, your shoulders hunching instinctively when he fists the fabric of your clothes, eyes almost piercing through you.  

“Hak, I was just-”

“Just what? Wandering the forest when you’re half-dead?!”

“Just trying to impress you”, you press out with a slight grin, instantly regretting that choice of words.

He darts you towards himself even tighter, his anger barely restrained as he stops a few inches away.

“Do you even understand how much blood you lost? How close you were to-…What the hell were you doing out there in the first place!?”

His voice cracks slightly, and he grits his teeth, his glare switching briefly to Shin-Ah before snapping back to you.

“Let her explain, Hak!”

Yona’s voice calls from behind him as she rushes into the clearing, grabbing his arm and holding him back. Finally, he lets go of your clothes again, allowing you to stumble a few steps back towards Shin-Ah.

“She’s okay! Look, she’s standing!”

“That’s not the point!” Hak snaps, though he doesn’t pull away from Yona’s grip.

His eyes are blazing as they bore into yours.

“Do you have any idea how reckless this was? What if you’d passed out out here? What if-”

“Enough”, the beautiful girl interrupts, appearing behind Yona with an exasperated huff.

His hands are on his hips, his glare aimed squarely at you.

“Hak’s right, this was beyond stupid. Back to bed. Now.”

“I-” you start, but that strange girl cuts you off, grabbing your good arm and tugging you away from the clearing.

“No arguments. Let’s go.”

You glance back over your shoulder as Yun drags you away, your eyes meeting Shin-Ah’s one last time. His expression is unreadable, his glowing eyes following you until the trees obscure your view.

„Thank you – again! I owe you something!“, you shout over your shoulder, even though it sends a sharp pain through your side.

“You’re welcome”, you hear his gentle voice behind you.

[jujupeeter]

yan!hunter x reader

"You escape me, I'll leave you alone." His taunting voice whispers in your ear. You could practically hear him grinning as he unties the ropes that tied your arms and legs behind you. "I catch you? Sweetheart, you're mine forever." That nauseating nickname again, your kidnapper grips your chin, turning your face towards him and gives you a quick kiss.

"For good luck." He winks as he finally lets you get up from the forest floor. He had driven you out here because he loves the challenge. You didn't care, you were willing to take any chance to escape from his suffocating love. Or whatever his sick perspective of 'love' was.

You don't take any chances as you speed off, leaving the man in the dust. His laughs in the background haunt you even as the distance between you and him widen. It's maniacal and unhinged, he loves every single fucking bit of this. You're his poor little prey and he couldn't wait to hunt you down.

Fuck him. You winced as your bare feet padded the damp, he forced you to run from him without any shoes on. In the forest. Stepping on a particularly sharp branch, you stifled a pained yelp as you hopped in pain. Fuck. Him.

You finally decide that it was far enough, if your exhausted panting wasn't obvious enough, you had been running for way too long. You could barely see nor hear the man, so resting for a little while couldn't hurt. Right?

You slump against a tree, sweat had been dripping down your forehead. You wipe it away and took a breath, this could finally be your escape. This wasn't the first time you had tried to escape, all your other attempts clearly proved to be fruitless as this was your only way to escape him.

With no way to tell the time, you could only hope and pray that he was going to give up. Which would never happen, you slowly realize.

Any sense of peace you felt quickly washed away as you heard the familiar thumps of his boots. They were heavy against the forest floor. He wasn't trying to be stealthy nor was he trying to hide where he was, he wanted you to be scared. It would be all the more satisfying to see the hope drain from your face as you realize that he was never going to let you out of his sight. It was oh so naive of you to even entertain the idea of escaping him.

It was an immediate reaction. You started to tremble in pure terror as you pressed yourself against the tree, hoping that it would swallow you whole. You could hear his ill-hidden laughter, he knew where you were.

He had found you.

"Oh, you made it so easy for me darlin'. " He sighed, almost wistfully. "Did you want me to find you? Is this what love is? Fuck, you drive me crazy."

He tilted his head as you slowly turned around. He fucking found you.

"There it is., He crouched down to your level, taking your shaking hand into his. "The fear. It's so addicting." He gently kissed the back of your hand, he then took your hand and pushed it against his cheek making it as if you were holding his face, like he did so many times.

"You're mine forever."

[unhappycylinder]

I have a funny dps request. This happened to me once, lol

Female reader becomes friends with the poets and is talking about her first kiss on night. Say this happened maybe back in like 1st grade or something. And while she’s talking about it, one of them realizes he was their first kiss back then, and she’s like… Oh, hell, no, not you 😭🤣 Anybody else.

I loved this, thank you so much for the request!!

wc: 1.2k

It was a night like any other, the cool autumn breeze rustling through the trees as the Dead Poets gathered in their secret cave.

Y/N sat comfortably among them, her knees drawn up to her chest as she smiled at the antics of her new friends. She had always known these boys from a distance, but it wasn’t until she had joined their circle that she realized how much fun they were. 

And Y/N fit right in.

That night, the conversation had meandered through various topics: poetry, girls (much to Y/N's chagrin), and the usual teasing banter that seemed to dominate every gathering. But somehow, the conversation took a sharp turn into more personal territory when Knox suddenly asked, “So, Y/N, have you ever been kissed?”

Y/N chuckled, leaning her head against the stone wall of the cave. “What is this, truth or dare?”

“Come on!” Knox pleaded, grinning like a Cheshire cat. “We’ve all shared embarrassing stories about ourselves. Let’s hear yours.”

She rolled her eyes, but deep down, she couldn’t help but feel a bit excited. It was rare for her to be around a group of people she trusted enough to let her guard down. “Fine, fine. I’ll tell you.”

The boys leaned in eagerly, their curiosity piqued.

Y/N took a deep breath, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of her lips. “Well, my first kiss wasn’t exactly… romantic. I was in first grade.”

The group erupted in laughter, and she couldn’t help but laugh along with them.

“First grade?!” Charlie Dalton said with mock disbelief, shaking his head. “That doesn’t count!”

“Oh, it absolutely counts,” Y/N replied, still grinning. “It was during recess. I was hanging out by the swings, minding my own business, when suddenly this boy from my class ran up to me, kissed me on the lips, and then ran away as fast as he could.”

More laughter ensued, and Y/N joined in, the memory of the moment both ridiculous and strangely endearing.

Knox was the first to recover, still chuckling as he said, “So, what happened after that? Did you chase him down?”

Y/N shrugged, leaning back. “Nah, I was too stunned to do anything. I just stood there, confused, wondering what the hell just happened.”

“Classic first-grade romance,” Neil said, shaking his head with an exaggerated sigh. “So, do you remember who the kid was?”

Y/N thought for a moment, her brow furrowing in concentration. “You know, I’ve been trying to remember his name, but it’s so blurry. It was so long ago, and it’s not like we stayed friends or anything. He was just some random kid in my class who decided that day was the day to make his move.”

“That kid had guts,” Todd said quietly, earning a nod of agreement from the rest of the group.

“Or he was just a little maniac,” Charlie added with a grin.

Y/N laughed again, shaking her head. “Yeah, probably. But hey, it makes for a funny first kiss story.”

The conversation shifted after that, but something about the way Charlie had been looking at her since she’d told the story made Y/N a little uneasy. He kept glancing her way, his brow furrowed as if he was trying to work something out. 

It wasn’t until everyone was starting to pack up, ready to leave the cave and sneak back into the dorms, that Charlie finally spoke up.

“Hey, Y/N?” he said, his voice sounding unusually hesitant for someone who was usually so brash.

She turned to him, raising an eyebrow. “Yeah?”

He hesitated, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. “Uh… that story you told. About the kiss. You said it happened when you were in first grade, right?”

Y/N nodded slowly, not sure where this was going. “Yeah… why?”

Charlie’s face flushed red, and suddenly, the confident, rebellious boy she had come to know looked… shy. “This is gonna sound weird, but… do you remember what school you went to in first grade?”

Y/N frowned, confused by the question. “Yeah, it was Hadley Elementary. Why?”

At that, Charlie’s eyes widened, and he let out a groan, running a hand through his hair. “Oh, no.”

Y/N’s confusion only deepened. “What? What’s wrong?”

Charlie looked at her, a sheepish grin spreading across his face. “I went to Hadley Elementary too. And I think… I think I might have been the kid who kissed you.”

There was a beat of stunned silence, and then Y/N’s eyes widened in realization. “Wait… WHAT?!”

The rest of the group froze, their eyes darting between Y/N and Charlie in disbelief.

“No way!” Knox exclaimed, his face lighting up with amusement.

Y/N shook her head, holding up her hands as if to stop the oncoming realization. “No. Nope. There’s no way. You’re joking, right?”

Charlie shrugged, still grinning sheepishly. “I mean, I don’t remember everything from back then, but I do remember kissing some girl on the playground in first grade. And if we both went to the same school…”

Y/N buried her face in her hands, groaning loudly. “Oh, hell no.”

The boys burst out laughing, Knox practically doubling over in laughter while Neil clapped Charlie on the back.

Y/N shook her head, still groaning in disbelief. “Anybody else! It could have been *anybody* else! But *you*?!”

Charlie feigned offense, placing a hand over his heart. “Ouch! That hurts, Y/N.”

She shot him a glare, though there was a hint of amusement in her eyes. “No offense, Dalton, but first-grade me did not know what she was doing.”

“Neither did first-grade me!” Charlie replied, laughing.

Neil wiped a tear from his eye, still chuckling. “This is too perfect. Y/N, you’ve been reunited with your first kiss, and it’s Charlie Dalton of all people!”

Y/N groaned again, though she couldn’t stop the smile that was creeping across her face. “Seriously, though, why couldn’t it have been anyone else? Anyone!”

Charlie smirked, leaning against the wall with that familiar air of arrogance that Y/N had come to expect from him. “Admit it, Y/N. First-grade Charlie was ahead of the game. I knew what I wanted, and I went for it.”

She rolled her eyes. “Yeah, sure. Let’s just say you peaked in first grade.”

The boys howled with laughter at that, and even Charlie couldn’t help but let out a chuckle.

“Well, at least now we know I’ve been irresistible since day one,” he teased, shooting her a wink.

Y/N groaned, but this time she couldn’t help but laugh along with them. “Unbelievable. Out of all the people in the world, my first kiss had to be Charlie Dalton.”

[darksaiyangoku]

RWBY: Grim Tales

Darkness Within

Cold. Isolated. That's what Ruby felt when she found herself surrounded by pitch black.

Ruby: H-Hello?

She heard a faint hiss as a stream of red light appeared in the distance. Immidiately, Ruby was gripped by fear. She recognised it as the blade of a Sith. The sound of footsteps touched her ears and Ruby backed away. Her heart was thumping and her hands were trembling. The steps were getting louder.

Ruby: *quietly* Get away from me. Please.

Suddenly, everything was silent except for thr humming of the blade. Ruby gasped when she saw the face of her assailant. It was Blake, staring at her with sinister golden eyes. Ruby's breaths slowed and her muscles tensed. From her waist, she drew her own lightsaber and ignited it.

Ruby: YAAAAAH!!!!

Ruby made the first strike, only to have it parried. She staggered, but quickly found her footing and lunged towards her.

SLASH!!!

Ruby: AGGGGGH!!!! AGH! AGHHH!!!

Ruby felt a searing pain run all the down her back. Blake had scarred her. Ruby kept a tight grip on her lightsaber and turned around, raising it for a downward strike.

KSSHH!! KSSHH!! KSSHH!!

Every attack was swiftly blocked and the pain made it harder to for Ruby to keep her stance. She looked at Blake and grit her teeth. She wasn't going to lose. Not this time. Blake was ready to make her move and tried to slash at Ruby's head. However, Ruby managed to deliver a swift counterattack and sliced off her arm. A horrified look appeared on Blake's face and Ruby pierced her heart without a second thought. Silver met gold as Ruby glared deep into Blake's eyes. Strangely, Blake started smile and she slowly reached for Ruby's cheek.

Blake: You're almost ready. *chuckles*

Ruby pulled her lightsaber out of Blake's chest and trembled as the Sith's laughter turned maniacal.

* * *

Ruby's eyes shot wide open and she screamed until her throat burned.

Jaune: *bursts through door* Ruby! Ruby! Calm down, I'm here! *grabs onto her shoulders*

Ruby: *hugs Jaune tightly* J-Jaune! I-It's her! I killed her! I killed her! I-

Jaune: *hugs back*Hey, hey, hey. You're alright, you're safe. Just breathe, okay? Like we practiced. *slow breaths*

Ruby: *slow breaths*

Jaune: That's it.

Ruby: *sighs* I-I saw Blake again. We... were fighting, she injured my back, I- I killed her

But she.... she wouldn't die and then*small tears* she was... laughing.

Jaune: Now, now sweetie. Remember, it was just a dream.

Ruby: *pushes off* But what if it's not? What if it's an omen? That I'm supposed to kill Blake? I.... I haven't had a peaceful sleep in a long time. Everytime I close my eyes, I see her.... *clenches bedsheets*

Jaune: Listen, why don't I put on some tea and talk to Master Ozpin? He can help.

Ruby: You think that will work?

Jaune: If anyone knows the true nature of the Force, it's Master Ozpin. He hasn't steered us wrong before.

Ruby: *chuckles* I guess not.

Jaune: Alright then. Let me get that tea. *walks to the door*

Ruby: Jaune?

Jaune: *turns around* Hm?

Ruby: T-Thank you. *blushes*

Jaune: *smiles* No problem.

Jaune closed the door to Ruby's bedroom and walked to the kitchen. While the tea leaves were brewing, he pulled out his holoprojector and called Master Ozpin.

Jaune: Hello Master. I see you're keeping well.

Ozpin: I am indeed. How are you?

Jaune: I'm very good. I've just about managed to get used to living here. I've even learned how to cook.

Ozpin: Excellent work, and what about Ruby?

Jaune: Oh um... *sighs* she's not coping so well. The nightmares are getting worse.

Ozpin: I see.

Jaune: She's been more scared of herself lately. She's been trying to avoid sleeping altogether and barely touches her lightsaber.

Ozpin: It always starts with fear. That's first step towards the Dark Side.

Jaune: What can we do? Tell me, please! I don't- *shakes* I don't wanna lose her.

Ozpin: She will face Blake again. That is inevitable. But in order to do that, she must first face herself. Take her to the Umbara System.

Jaune: What?! But that planet's strong in the Dark Side! If it already has a grip on her now, then-

Ozpin: *raises hand* Jaune. Calm down. I understand your worry but it is necessary for her to do this. Ignoring it will only be giving into her darkest impulses and it will set her down a path she will not recover from.

Jaune: But- *clenches fist* You're right, Master.

Ozpin: You and I will accompany her to the planet and during the preliminary trials. But the final test is where she will be alone. You and I shall not interfere.

Jaune: Very well, Master. Thank you.

Ozpin: May the Force be with. *holoprojector shuts off*

Jaune took the pot away from the heater and poured the tea into the cups. He took them inside Ruby's room and placed them by her bed. He reached out and touched her hands.

Ruby: Hm? What is it, Jaune?

Jaune: You and I need to have a talk.

* * *

Blake sat in her chamber in a deep meditated state. She had been at this for nearly four days, without touching even a crumb of food or a drop of water. Her nose and ears twitched and her eyes opened up. Taking a deep breath, she stopped meditating and stood up. A small, sly grin formed on her lips. The Force had called to her.

Blake: You can't hide from me, Ruby.