#Beta!Helena

[helenadurazzo]

Beta!Helena

This is the version of my character I made all the way back in 2019 when I first started the game, until I later revisited the game in 2021 and revamped Helena into the character you know today. I have never shared this version of Helena online until now so I hope you enjoy what this turns out to be.

As you can see in the picture above, Helena did not go through a large amount of changes physically. Here, her hair is naturally black and nearly perfectly straight and her skin is much paler.

Her name wasn’t even going to be Helena Durazzo, originally, Helena’s last name was going to be Hawthorn. Her beta version had no Italian roots and was for the most part, completely British.

She would mostly have been raised by her mother who was very similar to her canon mother except this version of Olivia was originally a Slytherin and had a hobby in herbology rather than a career

Her father mysteriously died not too long after she was born and rarely anyone talked about him. I believe I planned to use this to tie in my MC with R but don’t have notes about it

She had many family connections such as being linked to the Ravenclaws and being talented in Legilimency through her mother’s side of the family. She was also a pure blood witch.

In addition, she herself was always going to be a member of Ravenclaw house. However, she was never going to be part of the quidditch team and actually despised the idea of flying

She was great friends with Rowan, Penny, and Ben, and in my original canon, she even befriends Merula. In addition, Helena also dated Barnaby Lee and went with him to the Celestial Ball and first date.

Unlike canon Helena, who has a pet bird (a starling to be specific), Beta!Helena had a snowy owl named Khione who she used to keep in contact with her beloved mother while at Hogwarts

Finally, the last thing I have in my notes is that she was a bookworm and aspired to be a curse breaker to learn more and to find her brother and bring him home to her and her mother.

[wimbledon2008]

when you're drowning in your car and LAFD pauses your rescue to take PR photos for the recruitment initiative

[gothamite-rambler]

Helena: Say it.

Bruce: Fuck you.

Helena: I might later after you say it.

Bruce: You're really going to make me say it?

Helena: I have had to deal with your total bull crap for way too many years, I need to hear you say this so that when I enter the pearly gates of heaven that will be what I tell Gabriel.

Bruce (physically paining him): Fine... you were right!

Helena: And I recorded it. Thank you!

Bruce: Eat a cactus and die!

Bruce ended the call enraged as Helena fell back onto her bed and sighed happily.

Helena: Seems that hell has frozen for a few weeks.

[widebrimmedhatsblog]

50, 58 😊

50. do you plan or do you write whatever comes to your mind?

Mostly plan! Although it's very much I have an inciting incident and a conclusion in mind, and then I figure out what needs to happen to get there as I write. I definitely have realized I prefer having more of a concrete plan recently, but there's still a lot of flexibility with how I do it.

58. what is the last thing a fic made you Google while you were writing it? This is mortifying actually. Today for In The Heat of it All chapter 5 I ended up googling: "can you eat a pig if you shoot it?" yeah. Per the writing-flaw question from earlier, I think another big thing for me is that once I start writing my brain stops trusting itself and I have to Google things like that! I think I thought the bullet and the metal would corrupt the meat somehow? But the answer is yes you can! And you will see how that's relevant in a little over a month? perhaps?

[aleksanderthemesschild]

a crucial part of making ocs with your friends is deciding what role they would have in the omegaverse

[lowstakesvampires]

behold. the very first bite chart (ca. 2017)

[liuwithheadcanons]

The Society A/B/O

I’m still so mad we never got a season 2 all those years ago 💔 I watched it when it first came out and remembered it again :D!

Allie - Alpha cause I said so and she smells like Dark Chocolate cause I said so

Cassandra - Beta, and she smells like cocoa beans and leaves

Campbell - I love him he’s such a good character but a horrible ass person my type of SHIT! Anyways it’s boring to make him just an alpha so born Bigender Alpha and Beta Campbell. Has a peppermint scent 

Becca - Omega cause idk but I love her, she smells like jasmine and sugar

Elle - Omega cause Campbell seems like that type to target, anyways she has a burnt sugar cherry scent

Grizz - Beta cause my baby :((!! He smells like bread and honey like a bear 💜💜💜💜💜

Kelly - Alpha cause idk she’s kinda a bad bitch and she has the scent of flint and obsidian, to prove it 

Gordie - Omega simply cause he’s kinda confused the whole show (tbh everyone is) but also is super nerdy and smart, and he smells like pine cones 

Will - Beta cause I said so, anyways he’s my bby and smells like aloe

Gwen - Bigender Alpha and Omega, she smells like lemons and the sun

Luke - Chad Omega cause I said so, and he smells like lip gloss and candles

Helena - My pandynamic girlie, she smells like pebbles!

Harry - Alpha he’s annoying and shit but he smells like silver and perfume

Sam - My beloved baby 😭!! He’s born Bigender Beta and Omega and he smells like pop soda (a mix of spearmint gum and coke and cherries, also I feel like just making him an omega is just kinda unfair like bro been through enough)

If there’s more characters you want me to do tell me cause otherwise I’ma just do the main ones

[mvsicinthedvrk]

discord surprise starter for liu qingge & helena wayne // @lcvelxss

Liu Qingge's face looks disgruntled as he stands at the door, knocking impatiently. He doesn't know why he's in such a rush, because as soon as he finishes this drop-off, there'll surely be another. At least he was able to get permission to complete deliveries flying by sword instead of driving, but it doesn't particularly outweigh the injustices of the job as a whole. "Delivery. For you," he says at the door as soon as it's even cracked open, thrusting out his hand that holds a tied-up plastic bag full of steaming food cartons.

[infcinity]

post continued from here bc the new editor sucks :))) @empathiie

"that is probably, it's still a very nice hat," helena smiled at the other. "I don't think so?" her brow furrowed slightly as she looked at the other. "maybe we've seen each other around the city?" she offered, with another smile.

[incorrectbatfam]

What is each of the batfam members approach as a tutor to a student/hero trainee?

Dick: locks them in jail for a few weeks (so they know what it's like and won't abuse their power by throwing people in left and right)

Jason: makes them deliver birthday presents to late henchmen's children (people are multifaceted, action have a ripple effect, and taking lives should only be the very last resort)

Tim: hosts a trivia night where he asks them questions about an anime that doesn't exist (to test whether they lie their way through or admit they don't know)

Damian: asks them to assist him, criticizes them when they do, and repeat (being a hero can be a thankless job but they have to brush it off and do it all over again)

Duke: makes them read a book at a concert and quizzes them after (vigilantes are surrounded by distractions and need a laser focus)

Cullen: makes them beta-read a bunch of bad Wattpad fanfics (desk work is tedious but just as important as fieldwork)

Stephanie: sticks them in a customer service job for a month (they have to deal with all manner of civilians while maintaining a positive image)

Cassandra: sets a trash can on fire, bursts a water pipe, and releases a bunch of rats (multiple things can happen suddenly and they have to know how to triage)

Barbara: makes them watch a movie marathon that keeps buffering (investigative work is a lot of waiting around and seeing what happens)

Harper: has them fix a car with the wrong instruction manual (what's being ordered isn't always what needs to be done)

Carrie: hires a bunch of actors for a giant game of Where's Waldo (attention to detail in a fast-paced environment)

Kate: offers a sparring session as an outlet for pent-up emotions (they pass the test if they don't take her up on it—vigilantes shouldn't be fighting for personal catharsis)

Helena: invites them to a formal vigilante job interview but keeps rescheduling (until they assert themselves and establish clear boundaries)

Luke: invites them to the Wayne Enterprises lab and spills a beaker of vinegar without stating what it is (understanding emergency protocol and facilitating effective communication)

Bette: gives them a 1,000-piece jigsaw puzzle but puts the last piece in a locked box (she'll give them the key—they just need to ask her for help)

Alfred: makes them organize files in the Batcave while something is going down on the field (they can't always be there and have to compartmentalize)

Selina: volunteers them to clean up after a three-day music festival (crime scenes are gross and they need a strong stomach)

Bruce: plans a last-minute dinner party and puts them in charge of the kitchen staff (taking leadership and knowing how to delegate)

[tusswrites]

A Bootiful,Bountiful Christmas

🎄pairing: boo seungkwan x reader

🎄genre: fluff

🎄word count: 1.3k

🎄a.n: this was for the event 'Seventeen Christmas Secret Santa!' hosted by @camandemstudios.

@wheeboo rania, babe, i didn’t know you before this, but i had the absolute best time getting to know your interests and crafting a story for you . if there are two things i’ve gained from this event, it’s that i’ve found a fellow lover of angst(heard through the grapevine), and that i’m completely, utterly in love with boo seungkwan. i hope you enjoy this little gift, bubs! wishing you a 'bootiful' christmas!

masterlist is here

i wanna thank @svtiddiess my babie for beta reading this and having convinced me to go forward with this.

“Look at me.” “Love, would you please look at me?” His fingers scrambled, trying to coax your hands from your eyes as you shook your head, resisting his touch.

“Hey, hey now, ease up with the pouting. It’s gonna cause frown lines. Soon they’ll start asking why I’m dating a cougar.”

You finally opened your eyes, glaring at him. “Oh. So that does the trick, huh?”

You thwacked him on the thigh, an undeniable loud blow that would leave a bruise. Now he was the one pouting.

“Careful now, if you don’t ease up, I’ll have to answer why I’m dating my father.” you retort back

“Y-you-” Unable to physically form the words to protest back, he wrapped his arms around you, flipping you onto the couch with ease. Now you were pinned beneath him, his hands gently cradling your head after it thudded softly from the fall.

You had to cause chaos, though.

With slow, deliberate movements, your hands slipped beneath his sweatshirt, inching downward. The lightest of touches, barely perceptible, but enough to make him twitch.

He doubles down in shock, at the unprecedented attack and at the icy touch from your cold fingertips. Three years of relationship had taught him to be guarded at all times, so here he was, rushing in haste to gather your mischievous hands, pinning them above your head with urgency. “Now, let me see you try that again, punk.” His tone was playful, no heat behind it.

“Free my hands, Boo.” You shot him that heart-stopping smile, the one he blames to say ‘can’t get shit done.’

“Give me a good reason to believe you won’t try that again,” he says, though his hands have loosened their grip on yours, his thumb tracing small circles on your wrist, a subtle apology for the tight hold he had on you earlier.

You looked up at him, his fluffy hair falling around his face like a halo, making him look like a little cherub with puffed-up cheeks. 

Noticing the sudden shift in the air, your boyfriend lets out another sigh, pressing his forearms next to your head. He leans in, his face a hairbreadth away from yours.

“Now, will you listen to me?” His voice softened, but there was an undeniable demand in it.

You dare not shake your head, unwilling to break the spell that seems to surround you, mesmerized by the twinkle in his eyes. But you bite back the teasing remark you were about to make, all too aware of the position you’re in.

“Y/N, it’s alright if you didn’t hit the note. Aunt Helena was seen wiping invisible tears. You still sang amazing, and that’s all that matters sweetheart.”

You sighed, the tension in your chest slowly loosening. He was right. It wasn’t the end of the world, but it had meant so much to you to impress his family. The Annual Boo Family Meeting was being held at Great Aunt Helena’s house this year. Your own family couldn’t host anything like this, but for the Boo’s, family gatherings were a tradition.

This year, you—the mere girlfriend—had been invited. Everyone had to contribute to the program: a play, a choir, something creative. Kwannie’s family, all gifted with powerful pipes, had decided on a medley of Christmas carols.

You didn’t have the same vocal prowess that your boyfriend possessed, but you were confident enough in your abilities to hold your own. That was, until you stood in front of the audience. The nerves crept in, and you couldn’t hit your whistle register—the one thing that made your voice stand out. Frustration settled in, and you excused yourself, retreating to shed a few tears.

Aunt Helena had found you and whisked you to the kitchen, giving you a rolling pin and putting you to work on holiday cookies—the famous Boo family recipe.

But Kwannie, ever observant, had tracked you down. He knew you too well. He had taken you home. And now, here you were, pinned beneath him as he tried to console you.

“Baby?” he whispered.

You half-smiled, but you didn’t need words right now. Sometimes, you need to ride out the moment, not speak.

Heaving a great sigh, Seungkwan started to get up, but before you could protest, he shifted positions. Now you were sitting on him, stunned at the speed with which he moved.

He smirked at you from below. “Sleep, baby.”

On command , you rested your head on his chest, a blanket pulled over both of you, and drifted off.

You woke groggily to more voices than one. Panic rose in your chest. Had you overstayed your welcome?

You wiped the drool from your mouth, searching for your boyfriend. But instead, you felt something fluffy—

“JUDO!” you screamed, the sight of your family dog making your heart leap.

“I see the little demon has awoken you” that was your mother’s voice.

“H-how?”

“I got a call from a special someone, telling me you missed us,” Your dad was patting your head, his awkward attempt to try to keep your tears at bay. 

“So you flew out here because I felt homesick?”

“Correction, your boyfriend, thanks for hiding him from us by the way, we love the little fellow, flew us out here, invited us to spend a “Bootiful Christmas" with our lovely daughter, so of course we took the chance.”

You gasp and turn to your boyfriend in disbelief. “You did this?”

He grinned, clearly pleased with himself.

“Now, what’s this I hear about a failed note, bugger?” your dad intervened at that moment.

Before you could reply, there was a knock at the door. Kwannie’s family had arrived—parents, siblings, and even his dog, Bookeu.

As the two families met, you stepped back, overtaxed by the collision of your worlds.

“Feeling a little overwhelmed, sunshine?” Kwannie’s voice startled you as he wrapped his arms around you. Never surprised at his ability to track you down anytime, anywhere. 

“How long, Kwan?”

“Far too long my little ‘bugger’ ” Your boyfriend is clearly stealing your dad’s nickname for you.

“I knew you needed this more than anything and how upset you were that you couldn't fly home for the holidays, so I thought, why not bring them here? And meet the Boo’s?”

"And now that they are here, what say, you and me we duet to ‘Silent Night?" he whispers the last part. Your voice is thick with emotions, you dare not speak. Your boyfriend knew you like the back of his mind, knew one failed note and you'd be spiraling for days like the obvious perfectionist you are. He knew you needed this distraction to lift your spirits.

You blink back tears, hoping your face expresses your gratitude. 

You feel it. The brush of something faint against your head. “Dad?”

“Oh no, bugger, a mistletoe has fallen on your head. Guess you have to kiss now! How unfortunate for us!” your dad calls out teasingly.

Chuckling deeply, your boyfriend leans closer, bemused at your dad’s antics.

“I see where your silliness comes from, Y/N-ie” he says, sealing your lips with his. Later, as you both stand hand in hand, bellowing out notes to a remixed version of ‘Silent Night’ in a way Kwan says serenades the crowd with your shared harmonies, you could only hope that the tear or two that escapes you silently, stays within this house, between the people you adore the most in the world.

Kwan, on the other hand, hopes his nerves don’t betray him this time, that they won’t cause a crack in his voice.

For Boo Seungkwan will soon drop to his knee, bringing out the ring he’s hidden for so long, asking for your hand in marriage. Sealed by the blessings of his soon-to-be in-laws, he hopes to earn your consent, inviting you to be part of his life forever and to have many more ‘Bootiful Bountiful Christmases’- as your dad kindly dubbed it; with you.

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[queerfandomtrifecta]

I’m convinced we haven’t seen Helly R since season one.

I have another short post about a little part of this but just gonna combine it all into one here, but I do NOT trust s2 Helly R yet. There’s a lot of reasons and I’m currently rewatching for mannerism differences between Helly v Helena, but Helly R in s2 has felt very stiff and off in a few places (when she asked Mark if he was okay in the breakroom, telling Irving “we’ve got you”) which felt SO uncomfortable compared to s1 Helly R to me. That bothers me almost more than her lying about what she saw when they did the OTC thing and withholding the knowledge that her outie is an Eagan. Also, it’s Helly who very very quickly (and conveniently) notices the cameras are missing and says “wait, what happened to the security camera?” when it’s suggested Milchick was probably listening.

I think it’s totally plausible that if they can wake the innies up on the outside they can let the outies into the severed floor. I think Helly R saw too much and we’ve seen Helena Eagan pretending to be Helly the entire time.

I fully believe that they’re telling the truth when they say there are no cameras or mics on the severed floor anymore. Why would they need them with Helena Eagan herself there listening to everything?

Also, Mark is trying to find Ms. Casey/Gemma with “Helly” helping him. Helena Eagan and Lumon clearly don’t want that to happen, so with Helena in there acting as Helly R, she could point Mark in every direction but the right one and seem like it’s all genuinely an attempt to help. If it ever didn’t and Mark called her out on it, the fact that Helly had feelings for Mark at the end of s1 and was having a hard time helping him find his wife because of that is a good enough excuse to not blow Helena Eagan’s cover.

I’m rewatching to compare the two characters and see if there’s anything uniquely Helena that’s coming across in s2 Helly R or anything that would definitively rule this out as an option, but right now I don’t think we’ve seen Helly R yet this season.

Bonus theory/analysis that I cannot articulate well yet but am including anyway for some reason: s2 Helly is in solid blue every time weve seen her so far. Blue top, blue skirt. Every episode of s2 so far. She started in that in s1e1 and moved away from it, but that’s not happening here yet. Wish I could wrap up my train of thought here in a way that is coherent and concise, but TL;DR, blue (and green) is a Lumon color throughout, especially when severed characters are involved. (Petey reintegrated then died wearing that red and blue striped robe, the blue and red beta fish in the divided tank in Mark’s house, Gemma’s red and green candle Cobel takes from Mark’s basement, etc etc) I’m working on a longer piece of meta about color symbolism in Severance as I rewatch but yeah for now, im just not trusting the head to toe blue every single day for s2 Helly R.

[surv1vor]

the man had hoped that with his marriage would come a period of peace ( a lull where he might have the opportunity to get to know the woman he now called wife and queen ). instead, there had been an entire new array of paperwork ⸻ discussions of trade and travel with a kingdom that was now one of their strongest allies. it appeared promising at first glance but require meticulous hours going over with a fine tooth comb ⸻ leaving silas endlessly distracted and having to offer unspoken apologies to his new bride by supplying her with servants and guards that might keep him company in his absence. their evening meals were, at least, one of the few times a day the newly wed couple saw one another and that evening he'd wrapped up his duties early ( taking to the gardens with a heavy goblet of wine ).

the approach of the woman was undoubtedly attention drawing ( dark hues trailing her figure as a brow arched ). "you do not need to excuse your presence within the gardens, helena, they are now just as much yours as they are mine. in fact, i might fault you for ignoring them ⸻ the weather is too fine to remain indoors." the question causes him to chuckle. "more so than previous days. i believe we are making progress with establishing trade routes. perhaps i might get your opinion after we've eaten? i will not keep you long ⸻ but you know far more of your home than i and i wish to ensure the deal we strike benefits your former and current kingdom both."

status: open to m 25+ plot: Helena is a princess given in arranged marriage to your muse in order to strengthen the alliances between two kingdoms; what he doesn’t know is that she was trained her whole life to infiltrate his country and destroy it from the inside out but once actually married to him, she starts to suspect that maybe not everything she had been taught is as it seems; what confuses Helena even more is that he’s seemingly way nicer to her than she expects; !! note: please, do not like my starters & make sure to read the rules in the source <3

Despite that it had been more than a month after her wedding, Helena still found the place she was supposed to call a home difficult to navigate, even if all of her free time was thrown into learning every turn and dark hallway. She knew learning her way around the castle was one of the smallest, easiest tasks to do, but having whispering servants and at least one guard always trailing behind her made sneaking and spying all that more difficult. At least the prolonged dinners she had with her husband were one of the few moments of actual peace from prying eyes, yet even they gave her little knowledge. He was still an enigma to her and perhaps spending every night in two different beds was bound to keep him like that but at least for now the princess turned queen didn’t feel like complaining. Giving her hand in marriage to bring on peace was one thing but to give her body to an unknown man was something different. At least he respected that. “I just wanted the fresh air before dinner”, Helena noted once her seemingly innocent stroll across the gardens was invaded. “Was your day productive, Your Highness?”

[milla-frenchy]

And all that could have been

1k4 | Javier Peña x fem reader | ao3 | Masterlist

Summary: the memories of you don’t leave Javi, reminding him of his past mistakes

Warnings: 18+ mdni. Angst, piv, creampie, mentions of SA (not by Javi), no age specified. Pics for the mood only, reader has no specific physical descriptions. Writer chose not to use all warnings

a/n: this is for @janaispunk 1500 kisses challenge 🥳 Prompt was "last kiss/Javi p"

Thank you @toxicanonymity for the spanish translation 🖤 @aurorawritestoescape for beta-ing 💕 @morallyinept for your amazing Javi character database and dialogue 🌻 @saradika-graphics for the dividers 🙏

The title and some sentences said by Javi are from And all that could have been by Nine inch nails

Javi was at his apartment with Helena. She was a hooker and one of his informers, but she meant more than that. He cared about her, and they saw each other regularly at his place.

“¿Qué harás este fin de semana?” (what are you doing this weekend?), he asked her.

“Iré a Medellín” (I’m going to Medellin)

“Bueno, tendré que buscarme otra” (I guess I’ll have to find another girl)

“Buena suerte con eso. Todas nos vamos a Medellín” (good luck with that. We’re all going to Medellin)

His heart sank and worry crept into him. Sensing a very familiar feeling, which had never left him since last year.

“¿Helena? ¿De quién es esta fiesta?” (whose party is it?)

Anxiety took over him, past events playing over and over in his head. Haunting him. And he thought about what happened a year ago. What happened to you.

You didn't plan for any of that. Neither Javi nor you did.

At first, he was a client almost like the others, except that he worked for the DEA, and bit by bit he asked you for information on the sicarios. He always treated you right, never made you feel uncomfortable. You had other clients and you weren’t the only hooker he used to fuck.

You got to know him and trust him as the weeks passed, as he also seemed to, until you realized that he was no longer fucking anyone but you. You used to see him in his apartment more and more often, and less and less at the brothel. When his cock was buried in your core and his eyes looked with yours, his gaze was different. Soft and caring.

One night at his place he lit a cigarette and was smoking it by the window. Looking thoughtfully at the city lights as you were lying in bed, naked, admiring all of him. The muscles of his back, his shoulders, his tanned skin.

When he sat on the bed, his thigh against yours, his hand caressed your stomach which was gradually returning to normal breathing. 

“¿Por qué no paras?” (Why don’t you stop?), he asked.

It wasn't exactly jealousy or possessiveness, more of a concern. You both knew what that implied. You had always been careful not to talk about those feelings you both felt. Scared that it would complicate everything.

He used to try to make you stay at his apartment longer and longer, but of course you always had to return to the brothel. To make some money. To have sex with the men you hated and who disgusted you. Trying to make it bearable you were thinking of something else. You were thinking of Javi.

“Renuncia a tu trabajo” (quit your job),” he finally asked one day.

“No puedo, Javi” (I can’t, Javi)

The more weeks and months with Javi passed, the less you could bear to go back to the brothel. But what other choices did you have? Tears threatened to roll down your cheeks and you batted your eyelashes to try to hold them back.

“You could stay here, with me. You don’t need to go back.”

“You know I can’t. They would find me, and God knows what they would do to me.”

“I’ll protect you. You know I would never let anything happen to you.”

You hugged him as the tears fell, unable to hold them back any longer. You wanted to quit your job and stay with him, but it was impossible. They made sure to let you know what happened to the girls who tried to leave.

“Necesito sentirte dentro. Porfa, Javi.” (I need to feel you inside me, Javi. Please.)

He caressed your cheek and wiped your tears like only he knew how to do. He kissed you with his warm, luscious, caring lips. Soft and delicate. When he lay between your legs you wrapped them around his waist to feel him deeper. His nose brushed against yours, and he kissed your forehead. Your hips were leading a perfect slow dance. He rubbed himself against you in the way he was sure would make you cum. His eyes fixed on yours. The eyes of a man in love, and you started to cry again.

“Don’t cry, hermosa (beautiful). I’ll take care of you and you’ll never have to go back there. Do you trust me?”

You trusted him. With all your heart. You wiped your tears and took his cheeks in your hands.

“I do, Javi.”

He leaned towards you and kissed you, until you came on his shaft, your pussy squeezing him perfectly and making him moan, and you felt his jolts at each rope of cum, painting your walls.

You didn't go back, he took you to a safe house. He exfiltrated you.

And for several days, you only saw Javi.

That evening you laughed and the atmosphere was as light as a summer breeze. You looked at each other smiling like teenagers, and he kissed your hands. Then he held you tight against him. You felt safe and free.

Later that night, as your hips rolled while riding him, you leaned into him and said, “dame un beso” (give me a kiss).

He caressed your cheek as your hands ran through his hair and you kissed. You needed to feel him more. Deeper. You moved away from him and got on all fours, looking over your shoulder as his hands caressed your hips. He slipped into you, in one slow, deep thrust. No one had ever brushed your walls the way he did. Without brutality, without clumsiness, without impatience, without hurting you. Just in a perfect way, like he always knew what to do. Stroking your clit when you needed it, until you came on his cock. His torso enveloped your back and he kissed your skin, before quickly thrusting in to claim you, grunting. 

You just knew that you belonged to each other, in the healthiest, most beautiful way.

In the early morning, he kissed your forehead and lightly stroked your cheek to not wake you up, and left for the office.

In the afternoon, you heard a knock on the door, and thought Javi had forgotten his keys. Your hand grabbed the handle of the white door and you opened it without taking the time to think.

It wasn't Javi.

In the late afternoon, his colleagues told him that a hooker had been killed by sicarios. His heart sank and he almost puked, as if his gut instinctively knew who he would find there. When they lifted the sheet, he fell to his knees on the ground.

Your mutilated and bruised body lying on its back left no doubt about what you had suffered. What they had done to you.

He went back to his apartment and drank until he couldn't remember his name.

A few days later, he visited your grave and placed white flowers on it.

He thought about how he had kissed your forehead that morning. Not knowing that it would have been the last kiss he had ever given you.

“In my nothing, you meant everything to me”, he murmured.

When the memories finally faded, he realized Helena had already left his apartment.

During the following days he had been organizing surveillance in Medellin, with Carillo and Steve. Taking photos, watching the Sicarios arriving one by one at the hotel.

Hours passed without news of Helena, and worry tightened his heart. He couldn't relive that. He was consumed with anxiety.

When he finally found her, he shot the man who was abusing her. Rushed to cover her bruised body. He failed once again, even though he arrived in time for Helena, he wasn’t able to prevent what had happened to her. 

He thought of you, not a day he had not. He thought of all that could have been.

When he visited your grave, and saw that only his last faded bouquet was there, he couldn't hold back his tears.

“I can still feel you, even so far away” he breathed. “I’m sorry, baby. I’m so sorry…”

And he chose to let his anger consume him, rather than letting the tears flow. On his knees in the cemetery, he screamed. He was clenching his fists so hard that his knuckles were white.

He would dedicate his life to bringing them all down. Even if it meant falling with them. But one thing was sure: Gacha would fall before him.

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No Saints in Blüdhaven

Gotham chews people up and spits them out. Helena Bertinelli learned that the hard way—and she stopped believing in redemption a long time ago, especially for herself.

Now, Helena's in Blüdhaven, and Batman’s sending Nightwing to back her up on a case tied to her family. She’s less than thrilled—she works better alone, and the last thing she needs is Gotham’s golden boy shadowing her every move.

Dick Grayson is everything she isn’t: open, easygoing, impossible to shake. She doesn’t have the patience for charm, and he doesn’t take the hint. But the deeper they get into Blüdhaven’s underworld, the harder it is to keep her distance.

Between Dinah Lance telling her to let go of the past and Jason Todd proving that second chances don’t come easy, she’s running out of ways to convince herself she doesn’t care.

She’s not a saint. Neither is he. But in this city, that might have to be enough.

Catholicism and Carl Sagan references abound. PAINFULLY slow-burn, multi-chapter fic. Need beta readers!

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No Saints in Blüdhaven

by PatronSaintOfGotham Gotham chews people up and spits them out. Helena Bertinelli learned that the hard way—and she stopped believing in redemption a long time ago, especially for herself. Now, Helena's in Blüdhaven, and Batman’s sending Nightwing to back her up on a case tied to her family. She’s less than thrilled—she works better alone, and the last thing she needs is Gotham’s golden boy shadowing her every move. Dick Grayson is everything she isn’t: open, easygoing, impossible to shake. She doesn’t have the patience for charm, and he doesn’t take the hint. But the deeper they get into Blüdhaven’s underworld, the harder it is to keep her distance. Between Dinah Lance telling her to let go of the past and Jason Todd proving that second chances don’t come easy, she’s running out of ways to convince herself she doesn’t care. She’s not a saint. Neither is he. But in this city, that might have to be enough. Catholicism and Carl Sagan references abound. PAINFULLY slow-burn, multi-chapter fic. Need beta readers! Words: 5083, Chapters: 1/55, Language: English Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Batman (Comics), Batman: The Animated Series, Nightwing (Comics), Birds of Prey (Comics), Batman: Under the Red Hood (2010), Batman and Robin (Comics), Justice League - All Media Types, DCeased (DC Comics), DCU, DCU (Comics), The Batman (Cartoon 2004), DC Animated Universe (Timmverse), Cosmos - Carl Sagan, Christian Bible Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M Characters: Dick Grayson, Helena Bertinelli, Dinah Lance, Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne, Batfamily Members (DCU) Relationships: Dick Grayson & Jason Todd, Dick Grayson & Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson & Dinah Lance, Helena Bertinelli/Dick Grayson, Helena Bertinelli & Dinah Lance, Helena Bertinelli & Jason Todd, Helena Bertinelli & Bruce Wayne, Dinah Lance & Bruce Wayne, Dinah Lance/Oliver Queen, Dinah Lance & Jason Todd Additional Tags: Batfamily (DCU), Batfamily Dynamics (DCU), Jason Todd is Red Hood, Dick Grayson is Nightwing, Bruce Wayne is Batman, Protective Bruce Wayne, Dinah Lance is Black Canary, Mentor Dinah Lance, Helena Bertinelli is Huntress, Helena Bertinelli-centric, Awkward Helena Bertinelli, BAMF Helena Bertinelli, Dick Grayson-centric, Good Sibling Dick Grayson, Jason Todd Has Issues, Resurrected Jason Todd, Jason Todd Gets A Hug, Found Family, Moral Dilemmas, Catholic Guilt, Forgiveness, Idiots in Love, Slow Burn, Slow Build, Slow Romance, Angst with a Happy Ending, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Humor, Angst and Romance, Action/Adventure, Action & Romance, Female Friendship, Female Protagonist, DC Comics References, DC Comics Rebirth, Dinah Lance Takes Care of Helena Bertinelli, Dick Grayson and Jason Todd are Siblings, Dick Grayson Loves Jason Todd, Moral Lessons, Self-Hatred, Self-Discovery, Self-Acceptance, Personal Growth, Canon-Typical Violence via https://ift.tt/ZEfrT1Q