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muselin · 2 years

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Ganachakra

Who: Switch!Ten x switch!reader

What: smut 🔞⛔️ sex as stress relief, light tantric sex practices, Ten going through a sub episode, switch dynamics discussed and switching happening during sex, reader has a vagina

Word count: 2.8k

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Sometimes it was just different, the way Ten kissed you. The way he wouldn't let go but wouldn't reach for your clothes like usual either. And when you reached for the hem of his shirt he'd fidget and immediately put his arms up for you. The way he sighed when you would cup his face as you kissed him rather than him holding yours. The way he'd let you push him down onto the bed and when you finally broke up for air, how he'd look up at you. The usual teasing glint in his eyes and the corners of his lips gone, replaced by a need that made him seem bare in a way beyond just having had his shirt pulled over his head.

"Have you been really stressed lately," you'd ask him. And unlike usual, he'd avoid your eyes and just grip your forearm with two hands, like a cat asking to be petted.

And who were you to deny him? For all his confidence and wisened self-care, there were things that still got to him that he couldn't manage on his own. So you fiddled with his belt and fly, stealing a glance at him as he was leaning up on his elbows to watch you.

Once you'd rid him of his clothes you straddled him and automatically his arms went up, hands by his head as if held captive by invisible chains. He looked so, so needy, yet still asked for nothing. He trusted that you knew exactly what he needed and he was giving you full reign to deliver it exactly as you wished.

And who would Ten be if he didn't tease? But of course you'd use his own tactics against him. You leaned over him, bare chest now pressing against his as your front ghosted along his skin, and he turned his head to the side, baring the column of his neck to you. You placed the tiniest kiss underneath his ear and there came the shivers.

When Ten got like this, his body became uniquely hypersensitive. The entire side of his body where you'd kissed him erupted in goosebumps and he inhaled sharply, trying not to shake. You continued, running the tip of your tongue over the shell of his ear and the tips of your fingers along his collarbones so gently as if tracing fine line work on a canvas. Such small touches were suddenly so much that he gasped under you, ribcage expanding and contracting with interrupted, shallow breaths as his eyes drifted onto something in the distance, unfocused, half-lidded. More goosebumps followed your fingers over his skin, truly a fascinating response that you couldn't just elicit any day.

"Calm down, Ten," you whispered to him, palm splaying over his sternum. Grounding, pressure, reminding him to breathe steadily and like a flipped switch the shivers calmed, his breathing evened out and his eyes drifted shut gently. The corners of his lips turned up but he still said nothing. He was revelling in it, you knew. He didn't always let you take control but sometimes he needed it so badly that it had to be complete submission.

"Look at me," you asked him sweetly. It wasn't even an order. And he did, pretty eyes looking up at you as his tongue swiped over his lips. The tease was back, however faint, and he was almost trying to entice you now. You reached up to run your fingers over his lips and he almost purred underneath you. He liked some unusual things, like having you pet his lips, running your fingers along them over and over. Something about the sensation made the back of his skull tingle and made blood rush downwards.

"You want me to ride you, baby?"

He didn't answer. All his language skills tended to disappear in moments like this, you'd surprisingly discovered, but he raised himself up just a little, lips opening around your fingers and he sucked one in smoothly, looking at you in a daze as he had been. Something jumped in your chest when his tongue ran along your finger, the light texture of it a reminder to all the time Ten had spend buried between your thighs, attached to your clit as you writhed and moaned underneath him. Now he was only asking you to return the favour.

You moved down until you had his hard, twitching cock in front of your face and you licked it from base to tip. Ten's thighs tensed up hard, sinewy muscle flexing under your hands while you held him in place and wet his cock nicely. He'd taken to panting a little again, not taking his eyes off you but then you took his shaft into your mouth and he downright whined. He reached for your hair but you popped off of his cock with a wet noise. "Hands stay by your head."

Ten obeyed well when he wanted to, when he was like this, you barely had to remind him. His breaths had gone uneven again but not as bad as before and you let him get riled up from your mouth on him, working him in tandem with your hand.

His body begged you when words weren't coming to him. His hips raising and dipping gracefully, like a wave that you rolled with because you knew he had a hard time staying still. You took his cock in deep, the head hitting the back of your throat and he got louder, choked up moans replacing his dreamy hums. His thighs fell open around you and somehow he managed to do even that gracefully, while moaning and sounding already so fucked out.

You loved him like this, so responsive and desperate, and you knew just what he craved. You sucked him in deeply and slowly, making sure he felt every bit of friction on his cock from your lips and tongue as you made a tight space for him to buck into. You'd be lying if you said you weren't drooling a little from the weight of him on your tongue and how beautiful he sounded. It spurred you on to go harder, keeping it deep and satisfying for him and by the look of him he very much approved. He was hissing and moaning but he was smiling through it, euphoria painted on his face. Fucking gorgeous. His hands fisted the sheets but stayed obediently by his head.

Instinct served you and as you bobbed up and down his shaft, you moved your fingers down to massage the muscle at the root of his cock in time with your sucking. The result was a rather shameless mewl being added to the variety of noises echoing off the walls.

He must have been high strung because his hips arched clear off the bed when you didn't let up, continuing to suck and lick his cock while you massaged with your hand what you couldn't reach with your mouth. His breaths weren't so much breaths anymore as they were desperate gasps for air and you hadn't even touched his throat. His cock throbbed in your mouth and you geared up to swallow him down because his writhing and gasps only meant one thing.

He emptied himself into your mouth in powerful spurts and you looked up at him, not about to miss the most beautiful thing of all: the face he had when he was swimming in bliss. Lips parted, stretched into an easy smile like how he was on any normal day. His hands that had been balled up into fists gripping the sheets relaxed by his face and your chest swelled with pride and care.

You kept his slowly softening cock in your mouth, occasionally teasing him with a lick here and there just to feel him jerk and suck in a breath, not daring to ask you to stop.

When you finally released him you moved up to sit by his head and he instinctively found your thigh, nuzzling his face into it and reaching his hands up to your lap. He liked to hold hands in the afterglow sometimes, you joked that it helped bring him back from Venus to Earth. Because he really did sometimes seem as if he was on a whole other planet during some of his vulnerable moments.

When he calmed, he looked up at you and you studied him. The hunger was still there but the edge had been taken off the desperation. Usually this would be where he would turn the tables on you but not always. Like today, sometimes he still needed you to guide his body through.

You moved down the bed to straddle him and although he was soft, you sat on his lap anyway. He could feel how wet you'd got from sucking him off and his pupils went wide, cock quickly hardening up from being pressed up right against your folds. He whined as he started grinding up into you and his hands were by his head again. This time you caught hold of his wrists and pressed down lightly.

Ten bit his lip, raising his hips again and pressing his cock up against your wetness as he looked up at you. A wet noise followed his motions and he released his lip, mouth hanging open when he heard it.

"I really, really need to be inside you. Please."

His voice was a hoarse half-whisper as he had not spoken for a while and it went straight to your core. It didn't sound so much like he was begging but he was. He rarely asked you for things, usually he gave the orders.

You locked eyes with him as you raised yourself up and positioned his tip right at your entrance. You loved watching him take in that moment when he would first sink inside you. His lips parted and his eyes narrowed, a deep breath expanding his lungs as you lowered yourself down onto his cock, enveloping him in heat. You clenched your walls around him for good measure when he was all the way inside you and you could see him losing it already. His hand flew up to cover his mouth.

"Oh fuck... How..."

Muffled words behind his hand, cursing his own sporadic hypersensitivity. His abs tensed hard and he was gasping again.

"How does it feel, baby? Tell me," you smiled at him, knowing that asking him to make sentences right now was practically a punishment for him.

"It feels so fucking good," he tried, voice trembling on every syllable. "It feels like I'm g-going to cum any second even-n though I kn-know it can't happen that fast..."

"How's your mind?"

Ten shut his eyes, rolling his hips against you and nestling his cock deep inside your heat.

"Blurry, racing... Disconnected."

"Sounds like we should fix that," you mused, arching your back in a smooth glide over his length. "Do as I say, baby."

It was only a suggestion but Ten nodded frantically.

Tantra had been on the table of things to explore consistently and while you were both improving, at this stage you dabbled in it mainly for relaxation and prolonging each other's pleasure.

"Deep breath in," you instructed, placing a hand over Ten's abs and halting your thrusts. "Breathe out."

He obeyed.

"Again."

You kept your hand over his abdomen, feeling his breathing. His exhales were more sighs of pleasure than anything, his cock throbbing within your walls even though you had stopped moving. You caressed his body slowly, in time with his breaths. Your hands skimmed over his chest, tracing the delicate lines of his pecs and tattoos and he practically sunk into the mattress.

"Look at me," you said and he followed, cat-like eyes opening slowly to meet with yours. Your lips curved and you circled your hips slowly, your cunt hugging his cock deliciously and Ten moaned happily with his lip between his teeth. His eyes squeezed shut from the pleasure but you weren't having that.

"Nuh-uh, eyes on me, baby."

He made effort to refocus on your gaze and you continued grinding in circles over his cock, hums of pleasure slipping out of you as his cock grazed against the sensitive spots inside you on each pass.

"Mmmmm...," his hands slid down his body, leaving their designated position by his head. "I can do yam yub now."

"You want the lotus? You're sure?"

"It's less blurry now, I want to do it," he nodded at you.

You stopped your thrusts for a moment, allowing Ten to sit up and reposition you without withdrawing his cock from you. You wrapped your legs around him as he held you in his lap, his thighs caging yours from underneath. You were so close to each other and yet it wasn't enough. You wrapped your arms around his neck too.

You met his eyes and they seemed lucid now, warm and much calmer than they were when he was desperate for you to touch him.

He leaned in and kissed you, his lips parting quickly to let your tongue glide over his. He guided you over his cock at the same time and both of you moaned into each other's mouths at the sparks of pleasure the movements caused.

You were soaking his cock and your juices had dripped down over his balls to his thighs by now but neither of you cared. The sloppy, wet sounds of your fucking only added to the experience as it was intended to engage all senses.

"You taste like me," Ten hummed against your lips, breaking the kiss momentarily. He didn't mind, it was an observation. Touch, sight, sound and taste. Almost there.

You buried your face into the crook of his neck, kissing and suckling on it hungrily. There was something underneath that you could smell, something impossible to describe. It wasn't his shampoo or sweat or cologne, it was something else. Something uniquely him that you always found intoxicating.

"You're clenching on me, I can't last much longer like that," Ten whispered in your ear, almost begging you to slow down so he could make it last longer.

"You feel too good, I can't help it," you said helplessly, the control no longer in your hands.

"Mmmm, what's it feel like, baby?"

He was teasing now, slamming your hips down hard and revelling in the feel of your soft walls all around his overstimulated cock. Playing with your mind was definitely going against tantra rules but rules generally meant little to Ten.

"Right there, that feels so good when you push all the way in, fuck..." Now it was you falling apart in his arms a little and he was completely there for it. The desired effect had been achieved after all.

"Yeah? You like it when I fuck you deep like that?"

He was biting onto your earlobe now and that was playing dirty. "I'm gonna cum like this, I'm gonna fill you up until you're dripping over me," he whispered tensely.

It wasn't fair, you knew you could last longer than that but you no longer remember why you had wanted to. Not when Ten had this harsh grip on your hips, thrusting into you powerfully and steadily from below, his angle ensuring that his cock grazed right at your sensitive spots each time he slammed back into you.

"Stop talking and let it go then," you rasped the order in his ear and he fucked into you harder, his cock hardening up even more inside you if that was even possible.

You were in love with that feeling, when he would swell up and harden up just that little bit more when he was about to cum. It was burned into your senses that it meant the next thing you'd be feeling would be the twitching of his cock as he released inside of you and this time was no different.

A long, drawn out, depraved moan ripped from Ten's throat as he held you down onto his cock, emptying himself inside of you in rhythmic spurts and the sensation of it in your cunt hurtled you off the edge too. With a whine you clamped down hard onto his cock, your walls fluttering around his still-spasming shaft as you rode your own orgasm at the tail of his.

Your breath left you all at once and your muscles relaxed into Ten's warmth, neither of you rushing to separate or move away. His fingers slid over the back of your neck and guided your face down so that your forehead touched his, and the two of you relished in the calming of your breathing together. Ten then reached up to find your hand where it was still around his shoulders and he intertwined his fingers with yours.

"If you don't move, I can lay us both down at the same time," Ten teased, kissing the tip of your nose.

"But don't you want a shower," you questioned.

"Not now."

"Do I get a say in this?"

"No."

Balance had apparently been restored.

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paellaplease · 8 months

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12. liberosis - the desire to care less about things.

pairing: revali x reader part: 5 of 6 summary: on the night of calamity ganon’s attack, you find yourself thrown back a week into the past, waking up outside the door of an unusual rito with deep blue feathers.

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It was pitch black the moment you awoke not for the first time that night. With a cool draft hitting your back, you rolled over in discomfort. The blankets had been stolen, again.

You tried to free the heavy knitted layer, but just like the previous time it was completely cocooned around him. Grumbling, you released the blanket and opted to press a knuckle into your temple. A horrid pain was beating at the back of your head, rattling your already sleep-addled thoughts.

The pulse at your wrist was racing, and accompanied by your shallow breaths you knew you were having another episode.

Even before this recent development, waking up like this was not uncommon. Though your body was reborn and made anew, the mind continued to retain memories from past lives.

Night terrors were familiar territory for the company you kept. Though the subject matter was something different entirely, and something you wisely chose to keep to yourself. No matter how much effort you dedicated in repressing them, it wasn’t enough to expunge the pain completely. After all, even the hardest of metals lose strength over time.

And so it led to events like these. Where your body was already panicking, anticipating a fight even after the restful void of sleep.

There was an annoying ringing in your ear. Great, that’s new. You thought to yourself in frustration. As if sleeping wasn’t difficult enough.

It took a bit of tugging to pull the blanket closer, but eventually you had it wrapped around you again. Like clockwork, your breaths fell into the rhythm of an old exercise. You had done it so many times that you had forgotten where you had learned it. It was well worn, like an old coat that had sheltered you from many a storm.

Inhale, one, two, three, four. Hold, one, two, three, four. Exhale, one, two, three, four. Hold, one, two, three, four.

It had helped somewhat. The pain had lessened, though the dull ringing was still heard in your ear. Growing louder and louder. Some other tones began to join along with it, forming a noise that began to sound suspiciously like…conversation.

Perhaps I am going mad.

As you tossed and turned, the voices echoed. They were a choir of the old and young, the weak and the strong, stone-hardened and soft as meadow grass; ordering you to get up and run. Run? Your chest ached at the thought. Run where?

Your bed partner then rolled to face you, throwing a wing over your waist.

Oh.

Okay.

You were perfectly safe in this hammock. Though the frigid breezes from Hebra blew through the cloth coverings of the window, you were warmer than you had ever been. It was like sleeping next to a breathing pillow. Needy as it was. And despite your little fits, he did not even stir.

You looked at him properly then, discerning his form in the darkened room.

This was not the first time you had seen Revali asleep. You had both camped in the wilderness together and taken alternating shifts on watch when the moon had sat high in the heavens.

Even on the field he slept like a perfect soldier, back straight and beak shut to a thin line. He was so silent you often wondered if he had been unconscious at all. Any noise deemed suspicious would wake him, his bow never far from reach in case of an ambush.

Now…his eyes were closed, with not a wrinkle lingering on his brow. His beak hung slightly open, a little snore escaping from it as he drifted off in a deep sleep.

There was no other way to react than in quiet disbelief. You ran a careful hand over his head, watching as a sea of feathers moved against your outstretched palm. Though soft, you could tell which were newly grown. A delicate patch revealing a history of previous injuries. Some were at his wings but most grew at the front of his chest, indicating they were sustained facing an enemy head on.

You sighed, shaking your head and placing a light kiss over where his heart would be. “Fool,” you whispered fondly.

As you pulled away you found that in the shadow of the night it was similar to viewing the inky void of a dark ocean. The feathers under your hand were blue. Soft as every suspiciously plush pillow in this village, and blue. Blue as the ink on your fingers. As Rigel in the constellation Orion.

And you supposed he too was a dying star, with a core long since fated to destruction before you even met. But in this moment he was far enough that you could still see the light that rolled off him, resplendent. And not for the first time did you wonder if the stars knew of your own selfish thoughts. To hold on to the rattling hum of a shade as the supernova burned behind you, unforgiving and insurmountable.

If you could keep him for yourself, you would. If the goddesses allowed it, more you would ask. More than his memory. More than one fragile plume which remained in your coat’s pocket like a constant companion.

Never fraying, never destroyed.

You leaned forward to press a kiss to his shoulder, but in that instance every restless spirit screamed out.

You. Must. Go.

The pain behind your head flared again, as if you were struck dead on by a blunt object.

Coughing, you carefully extricated yourself from his hold. The tremble in your arms nearly sent you tumbling out of the hammock, the banister acting as your only support. It’s by some miracle that you latched on with ease, climbing your way back down without waking him and landing with a thud.

The noise echoed, loud enough to rouse any sleeper. Dizzy, you forced yourself to remain quiet, watching nervously for any sign of movement from the hammock.

A minute passed, then another. The voices raged in your head until you were nauseous. Sure that he was fast asleep, you turned back to the entrance and slipped on your shoes and coat. The voices followed you like angry echoes, urging you to move faster, waging war against your own wishes.

Don’t look back. Weakness. Forward. Onward. Soles to dirt as wood is to ash.

Before stepping over the threshold, a small noise rose over the cacophony in your head. It was quiet. So much so that it could have easily been mistaken as sleep addled murmurs or the creaking of a nearby tree.

You were frozen still at the doorway when Revali called out your name.

It was whispered, as if in question into the darkness of his home. A shaky breath escaped you as your hands trembled by your sides.

Both of you knew you were about to do something unforgivable.

Just as well. It was always you disappointing him. In what world did you even deserve a fraction of his affections? You won’t…you couldn’t acknowledge it. Doing so would break you completely.

Forward. Onward.

You lurched to the side, slamming a hand on to the doorframe to steady yourself. The voices sang through your blood, picking at your fraying ends like the burnt off end of a cord. If you weren’t careful, you were going to be sick.

He called out to you again, and despite your better judgment, you stopped and listened.

“…please. Stay.”

A flood of shame and guilt gripped at your already aching chest. There were no words that could fix this.

“Go back to sleep. Don’t follow me, Revali.”

The breeze which whispered from the doorway felt somewhat colder. You stood and listened, waiting for him to protest. To fight you. And you were ready to argue back through any means possible.

But ultimately, in the stillness of his home, there came no reply.

Good, you thought. Yet you remained standing at the door, stupidly hoping to hear something from him, anything.

Just as you thought you saw the movement of blankets—Go. The voices commanded.

And so you complied. The dim wooden ceiling of the hut became the infinite yawning expanse of the night sky. Finally outside, you clutched at your chest as if in deep pain, clouds of air leaving your lips as you tried and failed to breathe. But there was no time to mourn anything. Above you, the stars acted as silent witnesses, watching as you turned away from Revali’s home, listening to the voices and running into the night.

The cold of the outside slammed into you full force, chilling you to the bone. It had begun to snow and even with your heavy coat you knew it would be an abysmal and chilly ride.

Eimhin complained as you spurred her forward. You didn’t know where you were going, letting the chorus of voices lead you, becoming so loud that it rivaled even the howling of the Tabantha winds.

Sun up, then sundown. You did not sleep. You did not eat. A supernatural force seemed to keep Eimhin going as well. Though you knew such things were unsustainable—the need to arrive at this unknown location eclipsed everything else.

Finally, a building of darkened stone drew closer. It sat upon a hill, with the early dawn shining behind it like a beacon. Stained glass windows decorated every level like jewels on a crown. The heavy doors were wide open, with the combined smell of incense and burning candles wafting out into the open air and making your eyes water.

The pain in your head grew worse. Not even the breathing exercise could temper it.

With shaking legs you stepped off your horse. You made a break for the church’s spire entrance, climbing the steps by two at a time.

At the top of the stairwell you stopped to catch your breath, shoulders heaving as the adrenaline from the past few days began to drain. The headache remained, days of enduring and finally it was lessened to a dull beating. You realised that you were afflicted by a fever as well, the violent sweats and shakes threatening to fold your legs from underneath you.

Approaching an open window, you knelt beside it, resting your head on the ledge. A beautiful view of Hyrule Castle gleamed from the outside but you were too damn tired to enjoy any of it.

Sleep. The voices urged you.

“Now that,” you said to the empty tower. “I can do.”

Planets and stars spun above you. The ceiling was but a vast, never ending canvas that stretched beyond your comprehension into the depths of gloom where dark blue faded into black.

“—this is wholly inappropriate and a breach of the terms of our experiment. It is not within your rights to interfere.”

“Be silent. Sibling. You gamble with time.”

“I created time.”

As the two goddesses argued, a warm breeze combed the hair away from your face, creating little waves in the water surrounding your supine body.

‘Stand up, little sprout!’ Though no voice was heard, you could understand the command well enough. Your nose was filled with the smell of honey and jasmine, and like strings around a maypole untwirling, you felt the tension in your muscles be forcibly plucked up and released.

You stood up, shivering and slightly disturbed.

“Take me back,” you said.

Though you could not see them, you felt all three godly presences suddenly turn to you. It took a lot of strength not to cringe under the weight of their collective judgment. Annoying as it was, you were practically a flea dancing under a magnifying glass, the concentrated point of holy light threatening to burn you into a crisp.

“Behold. What your coddling has achieved. Sibling.”

“I don’t appreciate your tone. You pulled them away once things were finally becoming interesting. It was their best run yet and you had to stick your meaty mittens into the stew!”

“A sharpened sword. Wasted.”

The water underneath your feet rippled. You felt something wet land on your head. Little drops of rain fell from the literal heavens above, hitting the pseudo-sea in gentle pitter patters. It reminded you uncannily of the sweetened notes of laughter.

“Excuse me. It’s rude to carry a conversation about someone who is right here. Take me back. Now.” You said again, trying to add as much venom as you could to your voice though your exhaustion was evident. The headache had disappeared as soon as you awoke in this in-between world, but if you were to spend any more time listening to these deities argue, you were sure it would rear its ugly head back to torment you.

“Be still my petulant spark, the adults are talking.”

“I see anger. Vexation.” That other voice said, seeming to finally pay attention to you.

“Of course I am angry,” You said, crossing your arms and scowling at the sky. “Why did you bring me here? I deserve an explanation—”

“Acceptable.” Was all you received in reply. There was a sound of protest from the other godly being, before the ocean gave way and you found yourself falling into the abyss.

X—

The skin of your knees tore as you landed hard on the muddy ground. You caught your breath, shaking away the vertigo of being wrenched from your previous surroundings so abruptly. There were sounds of metal clashing and shields being bashed. It was difficult to discern where you were, let alone hear your own thoughts as you were plunged into the din.

Groaning, you placed a hand to your face, surprised to feel the familiar surface of standard issue military metal. Your helmet.

Before you had left the barracks, Revali had made you abandon it, arguing that it would be an eye-sore at Rito Village. In hindsight you knew he just wanted to see your face better. That very fact he had revealed to you the previous night, much to your delight and annoyance.

Your heart clenched painfully.

Now is not the time!

Bottom line, you were wearing it now. And it was dented and wet, a line of liquid sliding down the side of it. You swiped a hand over the area, pulling back and realizing that the pads of your fingers were stained with the frank redness of fresh blood.

A sword swung above you, and by instinct you heaved the Greatsword in your hands, blocking the blow easily. You kicked at your assailant’s knee, feeling the crack of bone under your boot as they went down.

There was a whistling sound coming from behind your shoulder. You had a second to turn. The dagger sliced a line over the gap in your armor, barely missing your jugular. Pressing a hand to your neck, you felt the cut begin to bleed, dripping down to the collar of your tunic.

Another whistling noise, another dagger cut through the air. Your heavy sword was lifted a moment too late as the sharp metal knocked back forcefully against your chest plate, staggering you backwards.

The attacker was upon you immediately, light on their feet and quick with their daggers which were so fast they appeared as if from thin air. Digging your boots into the muddy ground, you held yourself like a strong pillar. You had fought quick opponents before, with the memory of graceful feathers followed by a volley of arrows coming to you unbidden.

You exhaled a grunt of pain when a dagger cut through your side, followed by a swift kick to the injury. It would be easy to wince and double over, but the fire within you kept your eyes open. Your fist tightened over the handle of the Greatsword, and you saw it, there. A flash of white, and you feint as if to swing at them.

They dodged to the side accordingly. You let one hand drop from the handle, using it to grab onto the enemy’s white hair. There is a burning feeling in your mind, as if something out there could read your thoughts. Whatever it was, they were pleased.

Their cry of pain is lost in the chaos around you. The world you were pulled into had given in to bedlam as you slammed them into the ground.

Before their head was severed, you saw their red eyes stare back at you. There was no fear. Only a blank acceptance of defeat. And in the reflection of the sword in your hands as you brought it down, you realized your eyes held the same emotion.

“Power. It befits you.”

“A most cliche line, if I ever heard one.” You griped. Another enemy of similar appearance came running to you, enraged at the sight of their fallen comrade. You let the daggers glance over your arm, ignoring the stinging cut so as to allow yourself an opening to slip your sword between their ribcage.

You could hear Revali chastising you for such a reckless maneuver. Survival isn’t as estranged from winning as you think, Stranger.

The earth rumbled beneath your feet, and turning around you were given a split second to blink before you and many other soldiers from both sides were being flung through the air. The ground practically explodes as blood, muck and mud is flung.

Landing hard on your side, you feel the muscles in your shoulder pull. Your hand was still wrapped around the hilt of your heavy sword. Clutching it in a death grip, you forced yourself to your feet, shielding your eyes from the debris which was kicked up, trying to peer at the giant thing in the distance.

“Not all songs are sung. Some. Forgotten.”

For a moment there is silence. The royal soldiers stand like fresh game, frozen by the sound which reminded you of all those terrible stories. Of prisoners being burned to death in the hollow of a bronze casket. Their screams reverberating; mingling into the metal.

Terror lanced through your heart when the dust cleared, revealing a giant metal animal on four legs. The sky crackled in brilliant white. Lightning.

“Shame. Perish they did. Quietly. In glorious battle.”

Someone knocked into your back, and you yelled out in anger and frustration. As your swords met, lightning flashed once more, revealing the tattooed eye on her unwrinkled forehead. The woman opened her mouth and said something to you in a language you had never heard before as she parried your strikes with her longblade. The sword swung through the air, leaving trails of blue light like the tail of a falling star. “Where the fuck am I?” You swore back.

“The King ordered them. Buried. Their treasures and children.”

The beast roared again, lightning striking the earth a short distance away. The ground was dug up again as horses, soldiers and limbs sailed through the air. You looked on in horror before you focused on the woman in front of you again. Her mouth was covered by a dark cloth. Her frame was smaller than yours, but you could see the precision in her stance, the fearlessness in the way she struck against you.

“The Sheikah. Proud. A stone yields not willingly.”

The beast roared again. You could feel the hairs on the back of your neck standing. The air felt almost electric. There was warmth again, singing through your skin and providing you with inhuman strength as you wielded your Greatsword, cutting down the woman, then the next Sheikah beside you.

“I can. Immortalize you. In fire. Blood.”

The battle continued for what felt like hours. Yet you showed no signs of tiring. Your mind was slowly losing itself to the haze of this neverending skirmish.

“Good. I understand your plaything now. Sibling.”

“Stop this at once, Din! Look at what you’ve done! Another year of this nonsense and their feeble mind will become mush!”

“Never. Relinquish them. To me.”

Water began to fall from the sky, hitting the dry and cracking earth. It washed the blood from your skin, drenching your hair and wetting your parched lips. You had forgotten what it was like to feel thirsty. To hunger. To yearn for sleep.

While the two voices clashed, a soft breeze was felt against your skin, like cold fingers brushing against your back. Such gentleness felt foreign, and immediately you spun around to retaliate. With eyes wide and teeth bared, you lifted your Greatsword against your assailant.

It confused you to find that no one was there.

The breeze swept past your cheek, making you shiver.

‘I can help you, little sprout!’

‘Simply, turn the sword against you.’

‘Quickly now! Before the other two notice.’

‘There we go, like pulling a splinter. One, two, three—’

You could feel yourself bleeding against it. Blood spurted from the wound with each squeeze of your heart. You heard your knees hit the ground as the world began to spin. A darkness was bordering your vision, creating a tunnel which gradually began to narrow.

Looking down, you saw yourself reflected in the sword. The reflection blinked, though your own eyes remained open. Its mouth curled, whilst yours remained in a tight line. It opened its mouth, cheeks stretching and baring teeth like it had read what a smile was but had never seen a human execute it.

And in your mind, you heard them. Speaking through your own voice.

“Let us leave this dour spot for greener pastures…”

X—

There is no sudden collapse of ground beneath you, no starlight which steals you away. Instead you blink, and that was that. Black void, without even a shadow. Darkness and solemn quiet.

Exhaling, the echoing sound of your breath brought a semblance of comfort. It confirmed that this wasn’t some crushing box but at the very least a vast cavern. You held your hands out, unable to judge the distance in front of you let alone where you were.

You stamped your feet and felt the dirt shift underneath your shoe. Curious, you thought to yourself. Bending down, you brushed what felt like the cool touch of several leaves, dew dripping from the ends of them. Tugging on a few blades easily yielded a bunch which fell from the gaps between your fingers. Grass.

“Ack!” The bones of your spine straightened, making you stand to attention like a soldier. Your mouth opened without you meaning to, words falling from your lips.

“Step forward. You can walk and sprint, jump even! Let all your fears melt away, little sprout.” You said, your voice sounding stiff and monotone, odd inflections being added at the end of your sentences.

Tendons pulled like puppet strings, moving your legs forward in an unnatural gait. The darkness continued as you were forced to move deeper into this space. Several times your arms had bumped roughly into a broken column, or you had stubbed a toe against a pillar. But though it ached your body continued to move forward, refusing to acknowledge the pain.

Then, you were deposited in front of a rock. Shaking hands were forced to feel around it, with your palm falling down the smooth downward slope of a curled wing, the other grasping on to the point of a beak. It was a statue of a bird.

A crackling noise resounded, and the air stung as if electrified. Then, there was light.

There was the roar of the wind, then the statue, a torch holder, erupted into flames before your eyes. A ring of similar bonfires came alive in a wide arc, eventually joining until they made a circle.

There in the middle was a dense fog. Within it played a scene, like a twisted tableau.

The world spun, a cyclone of memories. You were in the hammock again. The festivities of the village outside drifted like sweet music, a cold breeze rustling the tapestry coverings of the windows.

“You’re beautiful, you know that right?”

Turning in the mess of patterned sheets, you buried your face further into the crook of his neck, the smell of pine and violets making you smile. “Handsome, lovely, and now beautiful? Are you still dreaming or do you really say this to every stranger you meet?”

Curling a wing around your waist, he sleepily pulled you closer. “Just stating facts. While I’m at it let’s add exasperating to that list,” he sighed. “And you’re far from a stranger now.”

Lifting your head, you found that both his green eyes were open and looking at you. You grinned, watching his whole face soften as he smiled back. “Exasperating? That sounds more like it. I’m surprisingly good at that.”

His eyes slipped closed as you moved to place a quick kiss on his beak, blue feathers shuddering when you sank deeper into his embrace. “Well then, you’re my moon and stars, Revali. Every constellation in the sky pales in comparison.”

“This isn’t a competition.”

“I know,” your hands found his wing under the covers, fingers moving to entwine with his own, holding tight. Resting your head against his chest, you could hear his heartbeat under your ear, thrumming and alive. ”But if it was, I'd have already won.”

Please, stay.

You kept your eyes shut, trying to focus on the steady inhale and exhale of his lungs. Listening closely, it sounded more labored, as if he was choking.

Go back to sleep.

A sticky substance spilled down your cheek, swiping a finger, you inspected it in the lamplight to be red and thick. Blood.

Don’t follow me, Revali.

Any attempts to lift your head were futile, blood began to pool into your lips, tasting like copper.

You would have been long gone by now.

You were trapped as the warm body underneath you began to grow cold. His chest stilled, heartbeat drumming slow until to your horror, it stopped completely.

So be it.

The air shifted again, and you found yourself suddenly able to lift your head, a sickly ribbon of thick red following you. Lifting your hands proved to be difficult, and as you struggled to stand, you found yourself slipping in a puddle of congealed fat and bone.

The moblin stood before you, Aryll in its grasp. Rot, decay and death; that trio of horrid stench was more familiar to you than ever, and it reeked of it.

You’re late.

You were held by invisible chains to the ground, covered in gore. Seeing the terror in Aryll’s eyes made you fight desperately against your restraints, even as your arm began to pull from its socket.

Don’t go.

“This can’t be right. It never went like this!” The words were said helplessly as Aryll called out to you, her cries unintelligible as they mixed with her gasping need to breathe.

I won’t get hurt.

You began to sob at the sound of her bones snapping. Her diaphragm crushed to dust like the wings of a little bird.

Plenty to last me a lifetime.

The cyclone receded and took the fog along with it. In its absence, the dark forest was clear to you once more. Ancient statues alight like funeral pyres, circling a dark mass at its center.

If your body was your own, you would have jumped back in surprise. Every nerve screamed to do so as the hulking form of that thing, revealed itself in the light of the fires.

Divine Beast.

This was the first time you’d seen it confined to the earth. Its fuschia glowing eyes were dimmed. Yet, even though it was grounded, your heart quivered in fear at the mere sight of the leviathan.

Then, you saw someone familiar, cowering before it. Their clothes were plain, a basic winter coat to ward away the elements, barely keeping their weak form warm. Around them, star charts littered the floor.

The glowing eyes flashed, coming alive.

Why are they standing still? You thought in a panic.

The air began to sizzle in an all too familiar way. Your eyes refused to blink as the person stood there, frozen dumb.

The puppet strings were released.

The muscles in your shoulders suddenly dropped, and you leaned to the side as you greedily inhaled a gulp of air. “Holy hell.” You gasped, your voice your own again. Immediately you dragged your feet forward, pushing past the static numbness and using all your strength to propel you forward.

Your boots crunched against the precious scrolls and maps, adorned lovingly with constellations and measurements that you once spent hours committing to memory.

The empty sound before the blast stole your breath as you barreled into your past self, grabbing them and rolling away just as the beam eviscerated the grass where you both once stood.

Grabbing their shoulders, you roughly slammed them into the ground. “Are you stupid!” You yelled into their face. Your words came back to you in that same instant, repeated like a twisted echo.

Their eyes were wide as they looked up at you, the fires reflected in them. Utterly terrified, their mouth moved in a mirror to yours.

“You just stood there! Fucking coward! It took her! He—he’s going to die.” “You just stood there! Fucking coward! It took her! He—he’s going to die.”

“And it’s all your goddesses-damned fault.” “And it’s all your goddesses-damned fault.”

You sent a fist at your own self, wanting to cave in the face that you wore in another time. It wasn’t fair, how they lived life so blissfully, how they took everything for granted, how they existed without having known anything.

But as your knuckles connected with skin, you felt no satisfaction from the act.

Tears began to build in your eyes as you stood up, hastily wiping them from your cheeks. The past version of you did the same to their own, their gaze still trained on you in fear as their face began to bruise.

Stumbling away, you fell backwards into the grass. The ruins around you burned and the heat began to singe your skin as a warm breeze, like oven fire, fanned the flames.

Your past self sat up, massaging their jaw and stared at you unblinking. Bloodshot and beady-eyed, like a doll. Their hands stiffly pulled at their burning skin in unnatural angles, almost like they wished to rip the charred layer off completely.

Then. Without your own mouth moving, they spoke in a voice that wasn’t yours.

“And what, little sprout, have we learnt?”

Your mouth tasted like rust. “Just send me to hell! What are you waiting for?”

“Always choosing the option to run, to cower and hide.” They lifted their arms as the skin there began to flake and blacken, revealing bone. “You care for no one but yourself.”

“That’s not—I cared for them. I loved—

“You abandoned them. Need I remind you of all the times you chose death over facing the full round.” The smog made by the fires partially obscured their grinning smile. You didn’t even know your own lips could peel that far. “However, I am benevolent.”

They reached into their coat, pulling out the blue feather which had followed you through all these lives. “I can end this for you. Grant what my sibling cannot. I’ll take it all away.”

Your eyes never left that feather, watching as it delicately waved in the oppressive heat, embers so close to singeing it. “Give that back.”

Gleefully, they crushed it into their hand. “Let it burn with me. And I will restore you to your time. Your star charts, your neighbors farm, your sanity. Like all this had never happened. Is that not what you want?”

Clenching your fist, you felt the deep ache of every scar that was carved into you. Every night spent without peace, with the anxiety of living wrapped tightly around your neck like a noose.

The sins which plagued you until you walked this world in a haze of your former self. Aryll’s pain. Revali’s death. The knowledge of these events occurring. This goddess could take that all away.

Yet, your eyes never left that feather. It’s familiar blue stubbornly showing itself in the cracks of their melting hand.

“You know what I want?”

The broken mirror tilted their head, an eye sliding to the side as if no longer sitting correctly in their skull. “Hm?”

“I want you,” shakily standing up, you made your way towards them. “And your siblings,” with arms trembling in anger, you embraced their burning form, prying the feather from their fists. “To fuck off.”

The goddess laughed in the prison of your arms, their voice sounding the closest to a human than it ever had in this entire twisted exchange. The flames climbed on to your clothes, excruciating. But it did not matter, you have burned before.

“Noted, little sprout.”

X—

The grain of the kitchen table swirled and dipped underneath the pads of your fingers. You focused on the indentations, tracing the marks until you found the chip. Aryll had hit her head there, playing tag with her older brother. It was almost a perfect copy.

“Take a seat,” a woman said, her golden hair in a braided bun. “Tea will be ready soon.” She wore Medilia’s armor, the crest of the Royal Guard displayed proudly on her back.

“And which one are you?” Sliding the chair out, you roughly deposited yourself on your side of the table. You noticed it was the place where you always sat whenever you were invited to dinner. “Is this house going to catch fire too? Because you might want to spare me the pyrotechnics. I’ve already seen that happen.”

The woman shook her head ruefully, her face still obscured as she set down two cups of tea. It was Medilia’s favorite set too, the one her husband had gifted her after their quiet son was recruited to serve the King.

You took a sip. “Who are you?”

“A bystander to history,” she said, folding her delicate hands. The accent was regal, not unlike a voice you remembered from other lives ago, panicking over your broken form in the grass. “But that is irrelevant. I am here to grant you guidance”.

“I’ve had enough of higher powers telling me what to do.”

The woman’s shoulders shook in quiet laughter. “Apologies.” She said, “you just reminded me of someone.” It was then that she lifted her head, revealing a plain face. Pretty, but fairly unremarkable. “I want to help you.”

Your hands tightened around the cup, close enough to shatter it if you weren’t careful. “Then tell me how I can save them.”

“The world will end, that is already known. But take comfort in the knowledge that it will be reborn in a hundred years.”

“Lady, it has been a long day. Day? Year. Hylia’s third toe, I don’t know anymore.” The woman’s head tilted in amusement as you swore. “If you’re going to tell me to give up, then I’m going to stop listening right about now.”

“You still think you can save him.”

“I will.” Slamming your hand made the old table shudder, the cups rattling on their saucers. “I swear it. I swear myself to it. Now are we done here?”

“Mortals always fail to focus on the bigger tapestry.” She sighed, her golden hair shimmering in the afternoon light. Past the windows behind her, the fields leading to Castle Town waved, green and healthy in the late summer sun. “Much sorrow and pain will come to pass, but is it not enough that all this sacrifice will be paid back more than a hundred times in the future?"

“Excuse my mortal sentiments, but I don’t hold individual souls in such little regard.”

She raised a brow. “And what of your own?”

You frowned. "Touché. But I’m…working on it.”

Taking a sip of her tea, she smiled as if in memory. “I haven’t had an informal conversation like this in a while. I must say, it’s quite refreshing.”

You shook your head. “That’s great and all, but can we please get back to the point. Return me to the start. I have a lot of explaining to do for someone.” Draining your cup, you saw the Silent Princess at the bottom, its blue core and white lined petals in full bloom. “I can’t do this alone anymore.”

The woman beamed, and her serene smile reminded you of the statues hidden in quiet alcoves, decorated in offerings and warmed by lit incense.

Before you could connect the dots, she stood from the table, taking the pot from the stove and refilled your cup. “That’s wonderful to hear.” She said in relief, sounding like a mother proud that her child had added one and one to get two. “Such revelations should be rewarded.”

“What.”

“Drink that please. Waste not a single drop.” At the sudden intensity in her order, you did as you were told.

You set the empty cup on the table. Looking at your hands, you flexed them to see that nothing happened.

“Okay, let’s cut the crap Hylia. What is my purpose in all thi—

X—

Starlight stole you away.

#revali x reader #revali #revali botw #breath of the wild #botw #loz botw

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ghostussy · 2 years

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Copa x gn Asthmatic Reader

yes this is based off of earlier when I had an asthma attack and got sick immediately after my breathing treatment. so sue me!

anyway this is basically a slightly more complicated sickfic

TW: Mentions of asthma, difficulty breathing, sickness, tremors, etc.

also background info for the lucky ducks without asthma, some symptoms that come with higher doses of albuterol are tremors, fatigue, stomachache, fast heartbeat, headache, that sort of thing. This will be exhibited in the drabble. These symptoms also do not occur with the use of an inhaler, but rather a nebulizer instead due to higher dosage and the way it is administered. Also, a cursed fun fact: sometimes after using an inhaler, you can feel your airway open up! Gross.

However, after a few hours, you noticed it was getting difficult to breathe. You figured it was an asthma attack, and decided to ignore it. After all, your inhaler was all the way across the ministry in your bedroom, and it was just a minor flare up. You weren’t even wheezing yet. You figured it would either go away on its own, or it could wait until you made your way back to your quarters. You continued to focus on the book you were reading; the library smelled of old wood and new books. The smell had always been calming to you.

Your day started and went on as normal. You rose early to start your chores. Today, you were tasked with kitchen duty. This meant cooking breakfast and lunch, as well as prepping for dinner. However, this left plenty of free time in-between meals. After lunch, you decided to busy yourself in the library, shelving books and reading.

A few minutes passed, and you realized that the closed off feeling in your airway was not going away; in fact, it had gotten much worse. Panic rose in your throat, which you did your best to stifle; after all, it would make it much more difficult to breathe. You focused on breathing in, then out. In, out. In, out. You needed to leave, right now.

You walked briskly out of the library. You were quick to become breathless, your lungs lacking in oxygen. I just need to make it to the bedroom, you thought. Oh, why did you have to leave your inhaler all the way across the ministry? What a stupid decision! You paused halfway down the hall, trying to catch your breath.

Further down the hall, you saw Sister Imperator and Mr. Saltarian round the corner. “Ah, y/n! Just the person I was looking for. Have you started on dinner yet?”

“Ah- not quite,” you mustered, trying to keep the slight wheezing undetectable. The last thing you needed was to worry Sister.

“Oh, dear, you must get on it soon. It will be late soon.”

“Of course, ma’am.” your voice cracked slightly. “I will start in just a few moments. I must go now.” You worried you sounded rude, but the heaviness in your chest was only getting worse. You quickly walked past the two of them.

“Oh, hold on y/n!” called Mr. Saltarian. Damnit. The two of you turned to face each other. “You look a little pale. Is everything alright?”

“Ah- yes, sir. I am having issues with my asthma right now. I will be alright, but I must go.”

“Oh dear, child! Please, do go!” Sister bid you farewell. You turned back around and walked even more briskly, drawing in big, yet shallow breaths. As you walked, you wondered what triggered this episode; the library, perhaps? Or the changing weather? Maybe it had been triggered by the fresh flowers Primo had brought into the kitchen? It didn’t matter, you supposed, your asthma was still flared up terribly. You hadn’t seen a flare-up quite like this in several months. An awful heaviness was trapped inside your lungs, tightening your airway. You struggled to draw a breath, and covered your mouth with your sleeve. In past attacks, this helped you. Right now, however, it didn’t; and you weren’t sure if your inhaler would work either. “Only one way to find out,” you mumbled to yourself, the words cutting out.

Finally you rounded another corner, now facing your bedroom entrance. You threw open the door, hearing it hit the wall with a loud thud as you ran inside. Not bothering to close the door behind you, you proceeded to toss the items inside the bedside drawer where you kept your inhaler. Once it was in your hand, you shook it quickly and popped the cap off. You stuck it in your mouth, deciding not to waste time searching for the spacer; you knew that this would make the medication less effective, but you didn’t really have time to go searching for it. This would have to do.

You pressed the button, inhaling the bitter air. You held your breath for a few seconds, allowing the medication to enter your lungs. You did this three more times, equaling two full doses. You could feel your airway shift uncomfortably, then it became slightly easier to breathe. You took a seat on the bed, waiting to see if your airway would open completely. You took deep breaths, hoping to eventually get a full one. You didn’t.

Groaning in frustration, you tossed your inhaler back into the drawer; you reached underneath the nightstand to pull out your nebulizer, as well as a small vial each of albuterol and budesonide. You quickly separated the tube from the mask, pouring the medications inside. Once you reconnected the pieces, you placed the mask over your face and flicked the on switch on the machine. “Damn you, shit lungs.”

You lay down on the bed, waiting for the medication to work. You could feel the tremble in your hands already, partially from anxiety and partially from your inhaler. You knew it would get much worse in a few minutes, though.

You took deep breaths into the mask, inhaling as much as the medication as possible. You could feel it beginning to work, already being able to take bigger breaths than before. You still weren’t completely recovered, however. You closed your eyes, longing to breathe properly again.

. . .

“Yes, please go check on them- I know they said not to worry, but...”

Copia interrupted her. “I understand, Sister. I am positive they will be okay. First I will assign dinner prep to the ghouls, then I will go check on them. They have had this condition for many years, you know.”

“I know, C. It’s just- you should have seen them earlier. It was clear they were unwell.”

“It’s alright, Sister. I will report back to you soon.” He turned and made his way through the Ministry halls, making a quick stop to the ghoulettes’ quarters; they were quick to oblige, eager to help assist their papa. Next, he headed to your room.

He knocked on your door, not bothering to wait for a response before opening the door. He chuckled when he saw you asleep on the bed, atop the covers; the mask from your nebulizer laid next to you, now emptied of the medication you had so desperately needed. The machine was off as well, no longer making the loud, obnoxious noise it did while in use.

You stirred when the bed dipped next to you. “Mh?” You mumbled sleepily, your eyes still closed.

“Good evening, sleepyhead,” Copia muttered in your ear. “Did you have a good rest?”

“Mhm,” you replied, clumsily reaching a hand out. He placed a warm gloved hand into yours, grasping it tightly. “’m cold.”

“Understandably so, cara mia. Are you feeling better?”

You opened a bleary eye, beginning to understand your surroundings more. “Hmm? Oh,” you eyed the discarded nebulizer off to the side. “Yeah. I can breathe at least. Though I feel like shit now.”

“Oh dear. How so, little one?”

“Albuterol.” You closed your eyes again, as if that single word explained it all.

“Oh, tesoro. What is that?”

“Asthma stuff. Makes you shake, tired, stomach ache... That kinda stuff. It’s kinda wore off now. But that’s why I don’t do breathing treatments often anymore unless I have to.”

“Oh, sweetheart, that’s no good.” He released his hand from your grasp and ruffled your hair. “Why don’t you get some more rest, hm? I’ll come wake you when dinner is ready.”

You sat up at that. “Oh, no. I was supposed to cook dinner, Copia. I told Sister I would start on it soon- oh, what time is it?”

“No matter. Sister is aware that you are unwell, so she has taken the liberty of allowing the ghouls to take care of dinner tonight.”

You rubbed your fists into your eyes. “Oh, I’m so sorry. I really was going to come cook. It’s just these breathing treatments really wear me out when I do them.”

“It is quite alright, amore. Now, why don’t you lie down for a while longer? I am sure you need the rest,” he cupped your face in his hand, tilting your head to look at him. “My, you do look sleepy, if I do say so myself.”

You melted into his touch for a few seconds, before pulling away. “I really should get back into the kitchen.”

“No, cara mia. It is quite alright, the ghouls will handle everything. Now, lie back down, before your papa decides to take matters into his own hands.”

You chuckled at that. “Is that supposed to be a threat?”

He took your hand in his own again, watching you tremble. “Do you feel fit to assist in the kitchen?”

“Well, I certainly could- I just, uh, shouldn’t handle knives.”

“Hm. I think you are full of shit, dear.” He pulled the covers back for you and helped you crawl underneath, giving you no other option. “Move over.”

“Huh?”

“You heard me. Scootch over, I want in.”

You chuckled. but moved so that there was enough room for the two of you on the giant bed. He climbed underneath the covers, pulling you on top of him and draping the thick blankets over the two of you. He wrapped you in a warm embrace, feeling you shake beneath the covers. “Now, close your eyes.” He ordered.

You obeyed, enjoying his warmth and the comfort of the moment. “Copia?”

“Yes, mi amore?”

“Thank you.”

‘Of course, tesoro. Anytime. Now, go to sleep.” He purred in your ear, sending shivers down your spine. It didn’t take long before you were fast asleep, your head resting on his chest.

#ghost band #the band ghost #ghost bc #cardinal copia #papa emeritus iv #ghost #copia #copia x reader #copia comfort #tw asthma #tw: asthma #drabbles

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ktmarison · 1 year

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paramount heathers sentence starters episodes 1-3.

“ i’m a good person. “

“ we are trying for ivy league’s here. "

“ despite the box we check on our college applications, we still all end up worm form in that great corn nut landfill in the sky. ”

“ sometimes a little self hatred is good for the soul. ”

“ we’re young, we’re free, let’s snort adderal, make out, and get slushies. ”

“ i’m not gonna do something just because you dared me to. ”

“ look, as sad as it is, (x) is already gone. what is the point in ruining two more lives? “

“ are we supposed to unfollow her now? ”

“ your presence here has been lovely, as usual, but if you don’t mind, my girlfriend and i would like to start having sexual intercourse now. ”

“ don’t forget to use a condom, son! ”

“ i’m fucking famous. ”

“ this is what we get for trying to save (x)? we should have known. people are so predictable. “

“ i hate all my friends. that doesn’t mean i want them dead. ”

“ i didn’t do anything, and you know it. ”

“ you’re right. i’m sorry. we did something. we killed her, together. ”

“ so you kill once weed and then even bigger weed pops up in it’s place.”

“ we’re better off without any monsters at all. ”

“ the slut table is over there. ”

“ stop being so shallow and think about how your words are hurting me. “

“ i’m sorry, i just think i actually had feelings for you. ”

“ such a shocking turn in popularity, (x). you must be really proud. ”

“ her moment in the sun is giving everyone skin cancer. ”

“ ooh, do i get to peel off another layer that is the onion that is (x)? ”

“ you know you can tell me anything, right? there is absolutely nothing in that deep, dark journal you keep locked away from everyone else that would make me think that every planet and the sun doesn’t revolve around you. ”

“ honestly, i was in a really dark place without you. ”

“ can someone help me? i think i made a mistake. ”

“ i think we finally got through to her. ”

“ why is (x) texting you about blow jobs? ”

“ you used to climb through my window, now you just send me a text that says ‘here’. ”

“ rough day and all. with my best friend’s funeral. ”

“ that would be like sending a dick pic without a water bottle next to it. i need you there, for perspective. ”

“ what we have transcends high school. ”

“ you have the politics of a dorm room poster. ”

“ i want boys to like me. and not just like me, i want them to die for me. ”

“ they say that if you kiss at this bridge that you’ll be married forever. ”

“ i’m jealous every moment i’m not with you. i’m jealous of every breath you inhale, and every drop of rain that gets to fall on your cheek. i’m jealous of every passing car that has the privilege and wonder at how fucking beautiful and perfect you are. ”

“ i need you to say something because i can just keep talking.”

#heathers rp #rp memes #rp sentence prompts #sentence starters #rp sentence meme #rp sentence starters #heathers sentence starters #heathers asks #tags are hard thats good enough i think #sometimes i just like to remind people this show existed for a whole like. four days

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breathclinic · 3 months

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Comprehensive Guide to Sleep Apnea Treatment Options

Sleep apnea is a serious sleep disorder characterized by pauses in breathing or shallow breaths during sleep. These interruptions can occur multiple times per hour, disrupting sleep patterns and leading to significant health risks if left untreated. As a renowned pulmonologist in Jaipur specializing in sleeping disorders treatment in Jaipur at Breath Clinic, Dr. Pankaj Gulati offers a comprehensive guide to understanding sleep apnea and the various treatment options available.

Understanding Sleep Apnea:

Sleep apnea is broadly categorized into two types:

Obstructive Sleep Apnea (OSA): This is the most common form of sleep apnea, where the airway collapses or becomes blocked during sleep, leading to breathing pauses.

Central Sleep Apnea (CSA): In this less common type, the brain fails to send signals to the muscles that control breathing.

Symptoms of Sleep Apnea:

Common signs and symptoms of sleep apnea include:

Loud and persistent snoring

Episodes of breathing cessation during sleep witnessed by others

Gasping or choking sensations during sleep

Excessive daytime sleepiness

Morning headaches

Irritability and difficulty concentrating

Depression or mood swings

Diagnosis of Sleep Apnea:

Diagnosis involves a comprehensive evaluation by a sleep specialist like Dr. Pankaj Gulati, which may include:

Sleep Study (Polysomnography): This test monitors various body functions during sleep, including breathing patterns, brain waves, heart rate, and oxygen levels.

Home Sleep Apnea Testing (HSAT): For select patients with suspected OSA, portable devices can be used to monitor sleep patterns in the comfort of their own home.

Treatment Options for Sleep Apnea:

Continuous Positive Airway Pressure (CPAP) Therapy:

CPAP is the gold standard treatment for moderate to severe OSA. It involves wearing a mask over the nose or nose and mouth during sleep. The CPAP machine delivers a continuous stream of air pressure, keeping the airway open and preventing pauses in breathing.

Bi-level Positive Airway Pressure (BiPAP) Therapy:

BiPAP machines deliver higher pressure during inhalation and lower pressure during exhalation. They are used for patients who may find CPAP therapy uncomfortable or for those with certain medical conditions.

Oral Appliances:

Dental devices or oral appliances can reposition the lower jaw and tongue to keep the airway open during sleep. They are suitable for patients with mild to moderate OSA who prefer an alternative to CPAP therapy.

Surgery:

Surgical options may be considered for patients with severe OSA who do not respond to other treatments or have specific anatomical issues contributing to airway obstruction. Surgical procedures can include tissue removal (uvulopalatopharyngoplasty), jaw repositioning, or implantable devices.

Lifestyle Modifications:

Dr. Pankaj Gulati emphasizes the importance of lifestyle changes such as weight loss, avoiding alcohol and sedatives before bedtime, and sleeping on the side instead of the back to reduce the severity of sleep apnea.

Follow-Up and Monitoring:

Regular follow-up visits with Dr. Pankaj Gulati are essential to monitor treatment effectiveness, adjust therapy settings, and address any concerns or changes in symptoms. Compliance with treatment recommendations is crucial for managing sleep apnea and reducing associated health risks.

Conclusion:

Effective management of sleep apnea requires a tailored approach based on the severity of the condition and individual patient factors. Dr. Pankaj Gulati, as a dedicated pulmonologist specializing in sleeping disorders treatment in Jaipur at Breath Clinic, provides comprehensive care, utilizing advanced diagnostic tools and evidence-based treatment options to improve sleep quality and overall well-being. For anyone experiencing symptoms of sleep apnea, seeking timely evaluation and treatment from Dr. Pankaj Gulati offers a pathway to better sleep and improved health outcomes.

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A Good Night's Rest: Your Guide to Sleep Apnea Treatment Options

Introduction

A restful night's sleep is essential for overall health and well-being. However, for individuals suffering from sleep apnea, a common sleep disorder, achieving quality sleep can be a challenge. Sleep apnea is characterized by pauses in breathing or shallow breathing during sleep, leading to disrupted sleep patterns and various health complications. Fortunately, there are effective treatment options available to manage sleep apnea and improve sleep quality. This guide aims to provide comprehensive information on sleep apnea treatment options to help individuals find relief and enjoy a good night's rest.

Understanding Sleep Apnea

Sleep apnea is a sleep disorder characterized by repeated interruptions in breathing during sleep. The most common type of sleep apnea is obstructive sleep apnea (OSA), which occurs when the muscles in the throat relax and block the airway, leading to breathing pauses or shallow breathing. Another less common type is central sleep apnea, which occurs when the brain fails to send proper signals to the muscles that control breathing.

Common signs and symptoms of sleep apnea include:

Loud snoring

Episodes of gasping or choking during sleep

Excessive daytime sleepiness

Morning headaches

Difficulty concentrating

Irritability

Untreated sleep apnea can lead to serious health complications, including hypertension, heart disease, stroke, and diabetes. Therefore, it is essential to seek treatment if you suspect you have sleep apnea.

Treatment Options for Sleep Apnea

Several treatment options are available to manage sleep apnea and improve sleep quality. The most appropriate treatment depends on the severity of the condition, individual preferences, and underlying health factors. Here are some common sleep apnea treatment options:

Continuous Positive Airway Pressure (CPAP) Therapy: CPAP therapy is considered the gold standard treatment for moderate to severe obstructive sleep apnea. It involves wearing a mask connected to a machine that delivers a continuous flow of air pressure to keep the airway open during sleep. CPAP therapy effectively reduces snoring and prevents breathing pauses, allowing for uninterrupted sleep.

Bi-level Positive Airway Pressure (BiPAP) Therapy: BiPAP therapy is similar to CPAP therapy but delivers two different air pressure levels – a higher pressure during inhalation and a lower pressure during exhalation. BiPAP therapy is often recommended for individuals who have difficulty tolerating CPAP therapy or require higher pressure settings.

Oral Appliance Therapy: Oral appliances, also known as dental devices or mandibular advancement devices, are custom-fitted mouthpieces that help keep the airway open by repositioning the jaw or tongue during sleep. Oral appliance therapy is an effective treatment option for mild to moderate obstructive sleep apnea and is often preferred by individuals who find CPAP therapy cumbersome or uncomfortable.

Lifestyle Modifications: Certain lifestyle changes can help improve sleep apnea symptoms and overall sleep quality. These may include:

Weight loss: Excess weight can contribute to airway obstruction and worsen sleep apnea symptoms. Losing weight through a healthy diet and regular exercise can reduce the severity of sleep apnea.

Avoiding alcohol and sedatives: Alcohol and sedatives can relax the muscles in the throat, increasing the risk of airway collapse during sleep. Limiting or avoiding alcohol and sedatives before bedtime can help alleviate sleep apnea symptoms.

Sleeping on your side: Sleeping on your back can exacerbate sleep apnea symptoms by causing the tongue and soft tissues in the throat to collapse into the airway. Sleeping on your side can help keep the airway open and reduce the frequency of breathing pauses.

Surgery: In some cases, surgery may be recommended to treat sleep apnea, particularly if other treatment options have been unsuccessful or if there is an anatomical abnormality contributing to airway obstruction. Surgical procedures for sleep apnea may include:

Uvulopalatopharyngoplasty (UPPP): This procedure involves removing excess tissue from the throat to widen the airway.

Mandibular advancement surgery: This surgery repositions the jaw to enlarge the airway and prevent obstruction.

Tracheostomy: In severe cases of sleep apnea, a tracheostomy may be performed to create a direct opening in the windpipe, bypassing the blocked airway.

Conclusion

Sleep apnea is a common sleep disorder that can significantly impact quality of life and overall health if left untreated. However, with the right treatment approach, individuals with sleep apnea can experience significant improvement in sleep quality and daytime functioning. From CPAP therapy and oral appliance therapy to lifestyle modifications and surgical interventions, there are various treatment options available to manage sleep apnea effectively.

If you suspect you have sleep apnea or are experiencing symptoms such as loud snoring, daytime fatigue, or morning headaches, it is essential to consult with a healthcare professional for proper evaluation and diagnosis. Together, you can explore the available treatment options and develop a personalized treatment plan tailored to your needs and preferences. By addressing sleep apnea effectively, you can enjoy a good night's rest and improve your overall health and well-being.

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Shortness of Breath: What your body might be telling you?

Did you experience any sudden shortness of breath? Well, it's time to be alert. An episode of shortness of breath should not be taken lightly. On a serious note, any episode of shortness of breath must be addressed in the right way.

If you have ever experienced any shortness of breath, it is important to be aware of the causes, symptoms, treatment, solution, and prevention of shortness of breath. In this context, GS Hospital Hapur, the top heart care hospital in Ghaziabad, is well-known for its expertise in addressing serious symptoms related to shortness of breath. The hospital aims to spread awareness about shortness of breath among people which can cause many complications if left untreated.

Let us kick start this blog with a deep breath and learn more about shortness of breath in the next part of the article.

All you need to know about shortness of breath

Shortness of breath is considered as difficulty in breathing where enough oxygen does not reach into the lungs. This may result in gasping for breath. The breathing mechanism becomes very difficult and uncomfortable. Shortness of breath is medically termed as Dyspnea.

Shortness of breath occurs when the body is not getting enough oxygen requiring it harder to breathe more quickly and deeper. Not getting enough oxygen can cause many complications to other systems of the body affecting the overall health and well-being.

Types of breathlessness

There are two types of shortness of breath which include the following:

Acute breathlessness

An episode of breathlessness that has a sudden onset is considered acute breathlessness. This may be due to sudden changes in weather, extreme exertion, cardiac issues related to heart failure, or heart rhythm problems and respiratory problems making it difficult to breathe.

Chronic Persistent breathless

Persistent breathlessness is also known as chronic breathlessness. This is mainly prevalent in cases when the cardiac or respiratory condition is extreme and cannot be managed well leading to severe and recurrent episodes of breathlessness.

Causes of shortness of breath

The causes of shortness of breath may be medical or non-medical.

The causes of shortness of breath are as follows:

Medical causes of shortness of breath

Heart conditions such as angina, heart attacks, heart failure, abnormal heart rhythm, and atrial fibrillation.

Fluid buildup in the lungs like pleural effusion or pulmonary edema

Lung infections such as pneumonia, tuberculosis

Interstitial lung disease

Asthma or COPD

Lung cancer

Blood clots in the lungs

Low Hb count

Anxiety and panic attacks

Allergic reactions such as anaphylactic reaction or urticaria

Non-medical causes of shortness of breath

Physical exertion such as climbing stairs or shopping

Exercising such as gym, walking, or jogging

Being overweight or obese

Pollution or exposure to carbon monoxide

Living in a dusty environment

Inhalation of fumes and chemicals

It is important to remember that there are different reasons for breathlessness related to the heart. If your heart isn't pumping enough oxygen-enriched blood, then the body responds in a negative manner leading to breathing faster in order to get enough oxygen making you feel restless and short of breath. It is important to stay positive about your health while dealing with shortness of breath.

Signs and symptoms due to shortness of breath- What your body is telling you?

The signs and symptoms due to shortness of breath are as follows:

Difficulty in catching breath

Noisy breathing

Gasping for breath

Very fast and shallow breathing

Labored respirations

Feeling suffocated

Sudden increase in pulse rate

Wheezing

Chest congestion and chest pain

Breathless on exertion also known as exertional dyspnea

Anxiety and panicky feeling

Cold clammy and sweaty skin

Pale skin which looks slightly blue and cyanosed

Dizziness with tiredness and low energy levels

Air hunger and working harder to breathe

Reduced ability to work

Chest pain associated with leg swelling

Blurry vision with lightheadedness.

How breathlessness can affect daily lifestyle?

Your breathing mechanism is a natural process and should be completely unforceful. Steady breathing makes you feel good and is regular, making your lungs healthy. Breathing is an automatic process and is carried out without any effort. When breathing becomes a conscious effort, it is a matter of concern. The episode of breathlessness can be very frightening especially if you have never experienced it before.

Breathlessness can affect your daily lifestyle. It can make you feel edgy while dealing with your activities. Many people with breathlessness feel frustrated or frightened at times. But, on a positive note, it is important to know that you can cope with breathlessness in the right manner. Most patients with breathlessness may feel overwhelmed, depressed, stressed, and anxious. Do not feel lonely or edgy with breathlessness.

Diagnosis of breathless

Diagnosis and early detection of breathlessness is very important. This is possible under the guidance of your doctor. Here are the important steps for diagnosis which can be done by your doctor.

Complete physical examination

Checking oxygen saturation levels

Detailed case-taking to know about the episodic attacks of breathlessness

X-ray scans

Computerized tomography scan or CT scan of the chest

Electrocardiogram or ECG

Spirometry test

Pulmonary function tests or PFTs

Top tips to manage shortness of breath

Here are some of the top tips to deal with shortness of breath through lifestyle modifications. Let's begin!

It is important to know the cause of shortness of breath and get it treated in the right way under the guidance of your doctor.

It is essential to always sit in an airy room with a fan, AC, or open windows which allows good oxygen support

Ensure to take a regular walk or jog in an open environment early morning or evening which provides you with fresh air

In case of any episode of breathlessness, it is important to find a comfortable position that will ease out your breathlessness such as lying in bed, resting on a reclining chair, or lying down with support on cushions or bed rest.

Control your stress levels and stay calm all the time to avoid any kind of breathless attacks

You can also practice some breathing techniques such as taking slow and relaxed breaths right from your tummy with expansion and contraction of the chest wall.

Practice mindful breathing with meditation through yoga which helps in deep inhalation and exhalation to improve the functional capacity of the lungs.

Take a warm or cool shower whichever is relaxing for your morning and evening

Ensure to sip in water to keep yourself hydrated all the time

Avoid any kind of physical and mental overexertion

Deal with anxiety and worries in a positive manner by listening to music, and gentle stretching exercises.

Plan your day according to schedule and ensure to take regular breaks to reactivate yourself

Opt for smaller meals rather than big ones which can make you feel heavy and breathless.

If breathlessness is not associated with internal or external problems, your breath will recover after rest.

Be open about the breathlessness issue and reach out to your friends and family members.

A Note from GS Hospital

GS Hospital Hapur, a top private hospital in Delhi, NCR, is focused on providing quality care and support to patients with cardiac and respiratory-related shortness of breath. This makes it the best heart hospital in Uttar Pradesh. Living with breathlessness can be quite difficult at times. You need to find the right way to cope with it.

GS Hospital Hapur, the best hospital in Meerut, offers exceptional care and support to all its patients battling with shortness of breath. The hospital is located in the heart of Delhi, NCR, with a team of professional and dedicated doctors who help you to adapt to daily life positively as you battle out shortness of breath related to cardiac and respiratory issues. Shortness of breath can make life difficult to deal with. With the right kind of treatment and lifestyle modifications, you can overcome the problem of shortness of breath.

If shortness of breath continues to progress in spite of lifestyle modifications and treatment, it is important to reach out to your doctor who shall refer you to a pulmonologist or cardiologist for medical intervention.

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Unexplained constant shortness of breath, chest tightness and pain for almost 2 years

Hello everyone,

I’m a man, 29 years old. 170 cm, 55 kg. I have a chronic kidney disease (glomerulonephritis, stage 3). I control my blood pressure with Perindopril. Have never been overweight, but I’m not fit at all either.

In March 2021 I had a terrible headache, chest pain, higher blood pressure than usual and difficulty focusing my eyesight (I couldn’t read). This episode lasted for a couple days, and ever since it went away, I had these symptoms:

Constant chest tightness and chest discomfort, primarily on the left side. It feels like something is squeezing my chest.

Constant shortness of breath and inability to take a satisfying breath. Feeling that something in the chest doesn’t open up and air doesn’t reach where it is supposed to go. Breathing feels shallow. I cannot even breathe in enough air to talk and get out of breath all the time when speaking.

Very frequent, almost constant, chest pain. The pain is usually right under my left breast, where I can feel the heartbeat. It feels like intense squeezing or pressure. I wake up with this pain in the morning quite often and have it for days. I can’t seem to pinpoint what triggers it.

Palpitations, not very frequent

Strong heartbeat, feeling of pulsation in the body

Dizziness, brain fog, tiredness

I experience chest tightness and difficulty breathing literally all the time, they never subside. I tried daily jogging during the summer and the autumn, and the pain doesn’t necessarily come during or right after training (although that can happen too). I don’t know if there is a direct connection between the pain and physical exertion.

At this point I have done these tests, some of them multiple times:

Blood and urine test: don’t show anything except for my kidney disease

Spirometry: shows reduction in lungs volume. Asthma medicines give no improvements.

Chest X-rays: everything is ok

Electrocardiography: everything is ok

Echocardiogram: everything is ok

Heart CT scan: showed a slight incipient atherosclerosis in left anterior descending artery, but my doctor says it shouldn’t give symptoms like these.

Gastroscopy: esophagus is fine.

Threadmill: according to the doctor, the test shows that everything is ok, but I get tired and out of breath during running very quickly.

I have used three different asthma inhalers for half a year without any effect. I get heartburn quite often, and medicines against that help, but they don’t improve shortness of breath or chest pain at all. After CT scan detected slight atherosclerosis, I started taking Atorvastatin.

I don’t hyperventilate. I breathe at a normal rate, but the feeling of air hunger is always there. Sometimes I intentionally take a deeper breath. It can be successful and air hunger subsides for a moment, or it feels like my chest doesn’t increase in volume after specific point and I don’t get a satisfying breath. Oximeter shows normal oxygen saturation of the blood (even during jogging).

Some doctors I’ve encountered suggest that this is psychological issue, but I don’t think so because a) I’ve never experienced any panic attacks or similar before, b) it doesn’t explain the starting episode and c) it doesn’t feel connected to my psychological state.

I am vaccinated against corona.

All in all, doctors claim my heart is ok, but I am not sure about it. Asthma inhalers don’t help. Majority of the symptoms are there 24/7, without changing much for better or worse during more than a year. I have been to ER a bunch of times, and my doctors have no idea what this could be.

Is anyone here been in a similar situation? What can I do? This feels like this is a heart issue, but I don’t know. Shouldn’t CT rule it out? Can it happen that CT doesn’t pick up any conditions, bur MRI does it? Should I insist on getting MRI? Are there other tests I should do?

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bensolosbluesaber · 2 years

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I’ll Always Stay (Marc Spector x Reader)

Summary: Marc Spector is terrified of the rain, but you’re there to take care of him.

Hurt/comfort, angst

Pairings: Marc Spector x GN!reader, hint of Steven Grant x GN!reader

Warnings: Heartbreakingly traumatized Marc, DID mentions, panic attacks, references to childhood trauma

A/N: I wrote most of this after Episode 5, which is why there is no Jake. Love you Jake, but let’s pretend he is still hiding from Marc and Steven. I cried writing this. I tried to represent DID accurately, but as always, please let me know if something needs changed.

The crack of thunder wakes Marc. Most people who are afraid of storms are really afraid of thunder, maybe the bright flashes of lightening. Not Marc Spector. For him, it’s the steady pounding of rain, the rush of unnatural rivers running through the streets. Even inside he feels like the water is searching for him, trying to surround him, drown him.

Marc jolts up as a familiar tightness squeezes his chest. The rain beats louder and louder. His breath comes in short shallow gasps. There is water all around him. He can’t take a deep breath. He drags his fingers through his hair and grasps tight, yanking just hard enough that it hurts but not hard enough to rip out hair. The pain focuses him, reminds him where he is.

Damn the thunder. He went to bed early in hopes of sleeping through the storm. If thunder hadn’t woken him, he wouldn’t be moments from a complete breakdown.

Steven is offering to take the body, his words trembling because he has the exact same fear as Marc. But his offer is sincere. After seeing what he saw on the Duat, Steven will protect Marc with everything he has. He would take this moment from him, let his alter disappear until the storm was over.

But Marc refuses to let Steven front. He won’t put Steven through anymore pain, not when he can take it himself. As the rain beats louder, Marc draws a fluffy, over-sized blanket around his shoulders. Your blanket. His face is stained with tears, his eyes red-rimmed and bloodshot, his chest still uncomfortably tight. He pulls his knees against his chest and fights the panic with all he has.

A few blocks away, you are tucking your drunk friends into a cab. Normally, you would be right there with them, but the pub is near Steven and Marc’s place, and the special for the night was Chicago style hot dogs. It reminded you of Marc, and next thing you knew, you had a takeout container and were walking in the pouring rain to his apartment. Honestly, it was a pathetic excuse to see him and Steven; you don’t even know if he likes Chicago style hot dogs.

You are soaking wet and blissfully unaware of Marc’s current state as you unlock the door. It’s dark inside. Odd. It was almost midnight, but Marc or Steven was always awake late. They must be out. Or maybe already asleep, which would be unusual, but you move quietly and avoid turning on the lights just in case.

You put Marc’s food in the fridge and start stripping off your wet clothes. You should go home, but their place is always at that perfect temperature between too hot and too cold and you can’t stand having wet feet for another minute. It’s not until you’ve tugged one of Marc’s soft shirts over your head that lightening flashes and you notice the huddled figure slumped awkwardly against the headboard.

“Steven? Marc?” You whisper, squinting into the darkness.

The shape moves, and as lightening cracks across the sky again you can see that it’s Marc curled tightly in on himself. Everything else is forgotten as you hurry to his side. The bed squeaks underneath you as kneel beside Marc. You force yourself to inhale and exhale once. This isn’t the right moment for panic.

“Marc?”

He turns to you with red-rimmed eyes. It takes a moment for his gaze to focus; the instant he does, he slips a mask of calm over his features. It’s impressive really, how much this man can hide from the world.

“What are you doing here?” His voice is completely emotionless except for a slight tremor.

“I was dropping off food,” you brush off his question. “Marc? What do you need?”

“Marc, let them stay. Please!”

Steven is begging. All of this is too much for Marc. It’s too much for Steven who is still fighting for control even after Marc told him to stop. Steven knows you will make it better, make it bearable until the rain stops.

“Go,” Marc bites out cruelly, then shuts his eyes hard. Water runs down his cheeks. “Just go.”

Steven continues to plead with Marc in an exchange you can’t hear. Rejection stings in your chest. You fight the urge to get up and leave, say fuck it to Marc Spector and fight about it later. But you can’t.

Instead, you get up, pour a glass of water, and sit back down beside him.

“I said get out!” Marc growls, but his voice lacks its earlier conviction.

His façade is cracking. The rain is too loud. His head feels like it’s going to explode. He wants to sob, but he can’t. Not while you’re there. Not in front of you.

“Marc, please,” Even as a fly on the wall, Steven is in no better a mental state than Marc. “I don’t care if they see us crying or whatever. We can’t handle this alone again.”

It’s Steven’s utterly broken voice that forces Marc to look at you who is silently offering him water with a soft smile. He takes it with a trembling hand and sips slowly. His throat bobs as he drinks. You take the glass back and set it aside, then tuck under the covers beside him and open your arms.

He hesitates for another long second, then crumples into your chest, burying his damp face in your neck. His whole body shakes, and his arms wrap around you so tightly you don’t think you can take a real breath. You’re not going to complain though.

Never in months of dating have you seen Marc or Steven like this, and you rack your brain for what could have possibly triggered such a complete meltdown. When the answer comes to you, it seems like the most obvious thing in the world - rain.

Marc’s hair is soft as you run your fingers through his curls, trying to soothe him with your touch. There are moments when your hand drifts to his cheek or neck, a gentle reminder that you are still there while your other arm wraps around him to hold him against you.

A month ago, Marc put up exactly two pictures on the wall already plastered with dozens of Steven’s. One picture was of you and him - a sweet candid some stranger caught in the park. The other was of two little boys - Marc and his brother. Marc didn’t look at you once as he told you about his brother.

You should have guessed that the sound of rain beating on an enclosed space could be a trigger.

“I went for a walk on my lunch today,” you start talking aimlessly, anything that might distract him. “There was this really sweet dog…”

You talk and talk until his grip relaxes slightly. He’s not asleep, but he’s not crying anymore and his breathing is steadying. You talk to Marc all night, occasionally peppering your one-sided conversation with stories for Steven. At some point, Marc moves so his ear is pressed against your chest. The rumble of your voice is calming.

By the time it stops raining your voice is a cracked, gravelly mess, and your shirt is damp with sweat and tears. The barest hint of a sunrise peaks through a heavy blanket of clouds that threaten more storms later. But for now, it’s over.

You check the weather on your phone. Another storm is expected in an hour. There’s no doubt in your mind that you are making the right decision as you call in sick; the mess that is your voice makes the lie convincing.

“You don’t have to do that,” Marc finally looks up at you in the dim light. “I’m okay.”

His voice is just as rough as yours.

“Does this happen every time it rains?” You ask, ignoring his obvious lie.

His silence tells you that it does.

“I’m sorry for snapping,” he says instead of answering.

“Thank you,” you accept his apology with a sad smile. “Marc, I want to stay today and make sure you’re alright. Can I?”

“I-” he pauses, probably to listen to Steven, then lays his head on your shoulder. His words are desperate like he fears that you will up and leave. “Yes. Yes, stay.”

You don’t answer, just press your lips to the top of his curly hair and rest your head on his. For Marc, for Steven, you will always stay.

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all-my-writings-and-musings · 2 years

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No Pulled Punches

Chapter One: Rise

A slightly alternate take on the Lantern fight in episode 8, where Tang endures some more realistic injuries after Macaque kicks him into the wall, but still finds the strength to summon his powers and take the Ring.

Did anyone order some Tang angst, with a little hurt/comfort to follow? No? Here it is anyway!

It occurred to him at the very back of his fraught mind, a surprisingly simple and almost silly realization for such a dire moment; he had never felt something inside of him break before.

Tang knew it was bad even before he hit the wall and the air rushed out of his lungs, his vision going white with agony that seemed to crack across his very being whilst Macaque's laughter echoed in his ringing ears. Limp and beyond out of sorts, he had no capacity to stop himself as he dropped to the hard floor below.

Whatever part of him had broken, which seemed to be more than a few of his ribs, protested fiercely when his body hit at full force. A cry of pain managed to escape with the last bit of his breath. Disoriented but refusing to relent, he tried to inhale, only to find a fresh burst of pain prompted by every attempt. Coughing brought a hint of a metallic taste to his tongue, sending enough adrenaline through his veins to force his eyes open. A spinning room stretched out on all sides.

Macaque landed neatly despite the force of the strike, the thud of his boots making the wounded human flinch. "Whoops! Sorry about that, not used to pulling such puny punches."

Tang knew it was an added insult to his injuries, but that didn't stop him from flinching again at the dig, something that seemed to amuse his attacker. The stories he'd poured through since childhood hadn't done him justice; the Six Eared Macaque wasn't just a deadly fighter, he knew exactly how to get under your skin…

Music reverberated through the city and up into the Lantern, catching his ear and helping him steady himself once he recognized the unmistakable energy behind the rhythm; his friends were just below, playing their hearts out and determined to win, just as he was. That was all he needed to take a shallow breath, the oxygen righting his head even as it pounded from the impact. This wasn't over, he still had to try, if only to stall for the fighters of the group… Shaking hands pushed himself off the ground, his head rising to look back at Macaque, whose fingers were now just shy of the ring.

A stabbing pain across his chest made him hiss. Goodness, every last movement hurt so much…

Macaque fixed him with a glare that made him stumble as he continued to rise, and the monkey bared his fangs as he continued speaking with a far less playful tone.

"If I were you, I'd count myself lucky and not push my mortal luck with another hit. I might not be so patient next time..."

The way Macaque almost spat the word mortal, putting so much emphasis on the fragility of human beings, lest he forget how easily the other being could end him… Were Tang not so accustomed to bullies, he might have allowed that insult to make him cower, but he knew better than to be swayed by the threat. The facts simply didn't add up….

Macaque didn't really want to kill him, because if he had even the faintest inclination he'd have already done so. A fresh burst of terrified adrenaline at that thought helped dull the pain enough for him to speak, and gave him a last ditch idea.

"S-s-stop!" he cried out, unable to stand but using what strength he had to plead. If the Six Eared Macaque had spared him, albeit quite violently, perhaps he could be persuaded to just let them have what they needed to stop a massacre? He had to hope sparing one life indicated a hint of a moral compass. As he winced through a fresh stab of pain from his right side, Tang used his fear to push through it, now having Macaque's full attention. "The Samadhi Fire is humanity's last chance to defeat the Lady Bone Demon!"

Macaque was quiet for a moment, but his expression gave Tang no hope of thoughtful contemplation. A harsh frown once again bared sharp fangs. "Well, humanity's just gonna have to find something else…" he scoffed, initially dismissive but shifting to an almost apologetic tone as he continued. "The Samadhi Fire is my best chance of getting as far away from her as possible."

Tang heard the desperation in his voice, and had to feel some pity, even if his throbbing head made it hard to see and the shallow breaths were making him dizzy… He could hardly fault someone for wanting to feel safe. Trying and failing to push himself beyond his hands and knees, he refused to give up, even as his own desperation came through his words. "Surely, even you can see that unless we stand together-"

"Together?" Macaque interrupted, tone once again regaining that arrogant delight that scared Tang more than the threatening growl. Chuckling, he leaned against the intertwined stone dragons holding the ring and turned back to the human, making a point to look down his nose at him. "Remind me again exactly what it is you contribute to the team?"

The words hit home, and the still fresh wound in his heart ached anew. Hurt twisted visibly through his wide eyes. Macaque saw the weakness and sneered.

"They seem to get on just fine without you." he said simply, using his tail to point through the gaps in the Lantern floor. Tang couldn't help but follow the cue, close enough to the edge to see the stage clearly even if it was far below them. The gang's song was well underway by now, and the crowd was loving every moment, cheering them on with enough force to lightly rattle the Lantern. It was impossible not to feel the stab of hurt exactly where Macaque intended when he wondered if they'd even noticed he was gone… Looking away spared him some, but he couldn't block out the continued taunting, even as it shifted to something softer but no less hurtful.

"Don't take it personally, Tang. Your buddy Wukong values people by how useful they are to him. Take it from me as an expert on what happens when you get too close to the King…"

A few tears collected in the back lens of his glasses, his downturned head trembling as he ached inside and out.

Macaque got his attention with a slam of his fist against the stone dragon's back, cracking the outer layer of its scales. There was no longer malice in his voice, only tense warning. "Look out for number one. Cause if you don't, no one will."

It was impossible to deny he felt a moment of temptation. For a brief instant, he truly considered giving in, collapsing to the floor and refusing to fight the pain any longer… if only to spare himself a fight he was certain he'd lose. Few would have blamed him for doing so. He was just one fragile mortal surrounded by godlike beings battling each other through the tangled webs of their supposed destinies, and this was his chance to reject that…

But that wasn't how he wanted his story to end.

Instead, he made a decision, no matter how uncertain he was that he'd succeed.

Even if he couldn't keep himself from flinching, he lifted his upper body from the floor completely, hand brushing a forgotten wad of paper as it tumbled from his pocket. Just able to perceive Macaque summoning whatever magic he needed to pluck the ring from its safeguard, he felt some deep inclination to open the paper, knowing that whatever was within would help. If nothing else, it would probably bring him some comfort… Shaking hands quickly flattened the battered page.

One of MK's rejected drawings unfolded before him, and despite how he'd felt when he first saw his less than flattering depiction, a dash of affection eased his pain. Though not quite able to smile, his expression softened as the wrinkles in the piece were smoothed out. It wasn't just a drawing of himself.

MK had drawn him at the heart of their little found family, despite all his fears...

Sharp pain from his ribs slowed him down, but did nothing to stop him as he rose to his feet, determination lending him much needed strength. Even if he had no reason to hope for victory, he refused to relent without giving it his all. Everyone was counting on him, and they deserved his best.

"You're wrong." he said firmly as he stood at last. One of six ears twitched in his direction, and when Macaque turned his way he saw shock that the warrior hadn't had the time to hide. Struggling for deeper breaths didn't stop him from putting everything he had into speaking clearly. "I know I'm not as strong as they are…"

The admittance was freeing, enough to help dull the pain and further strengthen his once shaking voice. "I may still be searching for my purpose…"

His next breath came far more easily, and he felt more balanced where he stood. Straightening his shoulders, he continued, compelling Macaque to listen with his growing force of will. "What I do know… doing it alone, is not the path I'm destined to take."

"Deep in my heart, I know my place is alongside my friends. One day, I will become someone they can depend on, the way I can always depend on them!" he declared firmly, a sense of purpose like no other clearing his head and briefly banishing all of his fears. Making his stand, regardless of the outcome, felt like what he was meant to do. It reminded him of the first time he'd taken pen to paper, that feeling he'd finally found something he was made for, only even more intense.

Raising his head, he looked Macaque in the eye, finding a touch of pride at how he seemed to be intimidated by his boldness. Unfinished, he allowed the energy humming through the Lantern to guide his movements as he felt the last wisps of pain fade away. "As long as we stand together…"

Golden light refracted off his lenses and seemed to surround his very being, though he didn't even notice as he stood his ground with a final flourish. "There will always be hope!"

As if he'd summoned it, a wave of sound crashed into them from the stadium below, shaking the Lantern and forcing both of them to flinch away from the concussive blast. Macaque took it far worse than he did, crying out in agony as his sensitive ears felt the sound sixfold. He briefly recognized the voice as Pigsy's before realizing the music's debilitating impact gave him the one chance he had to save the ring and himself.

Before he could take so much as a step, Macaque found the strength to muscle through, his golden eyes alight with fury when they leveled on Tang.

Though he didn't retreat, a fearful gasp slipped past his lips. There was no doubting the intent in those eyes. A flash of thoughts for his friends, and some gratitude that Pigsy would be the last thing he heard, were all he had time to think before the warrior charged.

Refusing to cower though far from happy to die, he threw up his hands to shield his face, closing his eyes in anticipation of the blow that would end him.

Only, it never came.

The next thing he knew, there was another, more powerful blast of sound from below sending them both flying. Eyes snapping open, he found himself spinning through the air in a golden… bubble? Gravity was little more than a suggestion as he floated to the top of the Lantern. Despite the unexpected appearance of magic that seemed to have been conjured by himself, he adapted quickly and focused on the task at hand. Instinct told him he had little time and only one final chance. Questions could wait until after he'd saved himself and the Ring, though admittedly, there would be a lot of them.

Finally getting his footing on the ceiling, he paused only to time the swinging of the great structure all around them as the crackle of electricity caught his ear. Snapping his head around to find a smashed fuse box seconds from overloading, the final pieces of his plan fell into place quite smoothly, and he knew what he needed to do. The bubble around him dissolved with only a thought.

With all of his might, he pushed off the wall and sent himself flying in the direction of the ring. Bolts of current snapped all around as he approached, but he merely grimaced through them, the same energy that had summoned the bubble providing a kind of natural armor. His outstretched palm snagged the ring as he flew right through the coiled stone dragons and past his shocked enemy. The artifact hummed when it settled in his grasp, as if it had been meant for him to take. Macaque appeared poised to recover and strike, but never got the opportunity to recover.

As the Lantern snapped in the opposite direction, Tang was thrown from it completely, the Ring slipping from his hand as he was tossed through the cold night air. Whatever magic he'd summoned faded completely as he flailed to grab the Ring, unable to right himself whilst the world surged by. He had just enough time to fear hitting the ground when luck jumped to his rescue for the umpteenth time that evening.

By some grace of destiny, he didn't land, but was caught by a strong and familiar pair of arms, bouncing before he settled heavily right where fate had intended.

Snapping open his eyes to find Pigsy staring at him in equal shock, he found the gang all around him, looking perplexed and delighted that he'd dropped in. Ring now somehow clutched between his hands, he had to blink several times to ensure he was still really alive, because it was more than a little impossible to believe. Even more impossible, he'd landed right in the middle of the stadium, and in his friend's set! This wasn't the kind of thing one could prepare for! Overwhelmed to the point of freezing, he barely heard any of the celebrations of his friends as they saw the Ring in his grasp. Pigsy, who would undoubtedly want an explanation when there was time, even offered a bit of praise so pleasant he doubted everything he was seeing could be real. Wondering if the recent head injury he was starting to feel again might be playing tricks on him, he decided to do exactly what he'd been doing every time he'd faced the impossible so far; he went with it.

Laughing with admittedly concerning zeal, he briefly wondered how to even begin explaining himself. He'd gone off on his own, been roughed up by Macaque, summoned some kind of magic, and had made said monkey very angry before ending up right here… Considering how important that last bit was to their current safety, he decided to start with that.

"Guys…" he began with a tone he freely recognized as unhinged. Holding up the Ring, he looked at them all with wild panic, trying to convey just how dire their situation was in a few words. "Macaque is here… he's after the Rings!"

Thankfully, he had very intuitive friends.

Pigsy didn't set him down, which was good, because as they all made their escape it occurred to him running wasn't really an option anymore. Without the power he'd summoned earlier, the pain of his injuries was coming back just as strong as ever, though he kept that to himself for the sake of their escape. Thankfully, MK was taking care of the Rings. Holding on tightly to his partner, he tried to think of what to do next as they all crammed into a train after discarding their costumes. Time was of short supply, but he was in no shape to hurry on to the next stage of their adventure. The hurt in his ribs felt like something he shouldn't ignore… but he had no idea how to find a good moment to bring that up.

Monkey King and MK were already discussing their next move as the train doors closed, but he heard little of it. It was rapidly becoming apparent to him, especially as the adrenaline of it all faded, that the hit Macaque had dealt did some damage. Once again his ribs protested every breath, and his head swam enough to double his vision. He felt guilty for making a visible wince when Pigsy sat him down on an open train bench, his hand rushing to the epicenter of hurt on his side. A hiss passed through his clenched teeth.

"Tang, what's wrong?" his partner asked in immediate concern, putting his hands on his shoulders and encouraging him to look at him. He found Pigsy looking incredibly worried, and the rest of the group quickly gathered when it became apparent he was in distress. A dizzy head made it hard to think of his response, prompting Pigsy to make a guess. "Are you hurt? Was it Macaque?"

Cradling his chest, he nodded in affirmation, and a surge of shared anger passed through his friends. He wouldn't deny their concern was deeply appreciated, even as he struggled to stay sitting upright. After coming so close to losing everything, it was nice not to be alone again.

"What?!" MK snarled in defensive anger, expression betraying guilt Tang would have assuaged if he had the energy. Instead, Sun Wukong began speaking with his pupil straight away, no doubt to plan their next move. A cough racking his chest made it impossible to follow what they said, especially when he once again tasted the metallic hint of blood. He didn't need to be a doctor to know that was bad.

"You just hang on, okay? We'll get you some help in no time." Pigsy assured him as he helped him sit upright. As close as he was, his partner seemed so far away at that moment… Everything did, in fact. There was a fog that seemed to cloud every part of his thinking, weighing him down on the spot. After everything he'd been through that evening, it was impossible not to feel the weight of exhaustion pulling him down, or to resist giving in.

"Thanks…" he replied, somewhat loopy as he leaned on Pigsy completely. There was growing concern around him, and encouragement for him to stay alert, but it was all too much. He'd done what was needed, as well as all he could, there was little point in staying awake. They could all handle it for a while… "I think I… I think I'll rest my eyes for now…"

The pain mercifully faded the same instant he slipped into unconsciousness and was caught by Pigsy, his aching body going limp for a much needed rest in arms he knew would keep him safe.

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ragingbookdragon · 3 years

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Let It All Come Crashing Down

Batbrother x Batfamily One-Shot

Word Count: 2K Warnings: Explicit Language, Mentions of Past Assault/Abuse

Author's Note: One of my favorite episodes of Criminal Minds was always the one where Morgan came face to face with his abuser. The dialogue at the end of the episode fits Batbrother's past too. But, this does mention past assault. If this is a triggering subject, please don't read. -Thorne

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When he’d told Dick about the incident when he was seventeen, he didn’t expect it was going to come back full front. He’d kept tabs on the man whenever his former CO would move bases, when he promoted, when he eventually retired and relocated to Gotham City, opening a military assistance center. It was a farce, and he knew it. A place where the old CO could still continue his reign of fear on those still in the military and those outside.

***

He stared at the screen in the Batcave, ignoring the bickering of his youngest sibling and his father’s oldest friend, recounting every moment that led to the mission. A woman his age found dead, murdered, the brother charged with the crime. All evidence supported the facts, but (Y/N) knew. He knew deep down something else was going on, especially when he learned that the brother had attended the center in Gotham.

“Isaac Keegan is going to be sent to Blackgate tonight,” Bruce murmured. “He won’t last the night.”

(Y/N) shook his head. “He didn’t do this.”

His father glanced at him. “How do you know?”

“Doesn’t matter how I know,” he retorted with mild annoyance. “But I know who really did this.” He turned, glancing at Ghost-Maker. “Think you can get Isaac out of the armed van and back here without anyone dying?”

The vigilante cocked his arms over his chest. “Of course. But why do you wanna talk to him?”

“I don’t. But I need him alive long enough to get a confession out of the real killer.” (Y/N) answered, looking at Tim with a gaze that had his younger brother’s spine going straight; he could feel the seriousness ebbing from his older brother. “And I’m going to need your help with this.”

***

He didn’t like stepping into enemy territory without protection. He felt naked without his nano suit, even more so without his sidearm, but the last thing he needed was for the metal detectors in the building to go off and let the remaining people inside know he was there.

Slipping down the halls, he took a moment to catch his breath before he turned the corner into his old CO’s office.

“Davis.”

The older man looked up, eyes widening at the sight of his former subordinate. “(Y/N)? Is that—you’re alive?”

“I am,” he answered and Davis’ face split into a fake smile.

“I thought you’d died years ago in Afghanistan.”

“Not exactly.” (Y/N) kept away from the desk, away from close contact; he knew he could take the man, but he wanted the confession first before they came to blows, if they did. “I heard about Jessica Keegan.”

Davis frowned. “It’s a shame what happened to her. Even more so a shame that Isaac was the one who did it.” He shook his head. “I thought he was doing to well with his treatments too.”

(Y/N) tapped the device in his pocket. Now Tim. “Except that Isaac didn’t kill Jessica.”

“Excuse me?”

“All these years, I’ve kept my mouth shut,” (Y/N) said. “I’ve let you go on being a hero. Admiral Davis, the great war hero.”

“What in the world are you talking about?” Davis questioned, face contorting in confusion and the younger man scowled.

“God, I was so afraid of you when we were in Afghanistan,” he admitted. “I was afraid of going to Command about it all. Afraid of losing every promotion and achievement I was being given.” (Y/N) stepped forward, expression shifting to anger. “But that’s how you’ve always worked, isn’t it? You made sure there was a helluva lot to lose if someone came forward, didn’t you?”

“I don’t know what you think you remember about Afghanistan,” Davis said. “But—”

“No, no, no,” he interrupted. “See it’s not what I remember that’s going to hurt you, Davis. The business between us has been over way too long ago to matter.” (Y/N) explained. “You’re protected by a statute of limitations and that’s my fault.”

Davis shrugged. “Then good evening.”

He glared. “You set Isaac up! You knew his sister wanted him to call someone about you. So you killed her and framed him as a distressed veteran?” (Y/N)’s face pinched as he accused, “You killed her because you knew someone was going to piece it all together and come after you, didn’t you?”

“Now you’re just throwing accusations around.” Davis replied and (Y/N) slapped a decoration off his desk.

It shattered and he shouted, “God, I should’ve told someone about you when I was in Afghanistan! When you were ‘training’ me.” He took another step forward, voice lowering dangerously. “Well, you know what happens in cases like this? Once that dam breaks, the flood comes.”

He raised a finger. “One servicemember stands up, just one. And then another one, and another. Because they’re not afraid of your repercussions anymore—they know they’re not alone.” (Y/N) tipped his head up. “Isaac Keegan is your dam.”

For the first time since they’d started speaking, Davis showed his anger as he barked, “Whatever lies Isaac told you—”

“THEY ARE NOT LIES!” (Y/N) yelled. “YOU DID THE SAME THINGS TO ME!”

“I didn’t do a damn thing to you or to Isaac—”

“One by one, they’re going to pile up until there’s so many accusations, you can’t say that they’re all lies!”

Davis thrust his hands to his chest. “Do you have any idea how many men and women I helped promote? How many lives I’ve saved with my service?” He gestured to (Y/N). “Look at you! You would’ve been dead in a shallow grave if I hadn’t helped you.”

“Yeah, well that shit wasn’t for free, was it?” (Y/N) demanded, throat tightening with emotion.

“I pulled you out of the gutter.” Davis murmured.

He shook his head, the tears of anger flashing the pain from his voice. “I pulled myself out of the gutter! All the way to the top military squads! I did that!”

“You’re saying I had nothing to do with making you who you are?” Davis questioned, a look of offense on his face.

(Y/N)’s rage cooled, shoulders sinking back as he raised his head and admitted, “No Davis. Actually, I’m saying you have everything to do with making me who I am.” He gazed at the man. “Because of what you did to me, I’m the man who’s going to spend the rest of his life making sure abusers of power like you face the consequences.”

“(Y/N),” Davis comforted. “I never meant to hurt you.” His expression turned sympathetic. “You could’ve said no.”

He turned his head away, jaw clenching so hard it hurt, then he looked back at him, and two men turned the doorway. (Y/N) watched Davis’ eyes widen in shock.

“Quinton Davis, you’re under arrest for the rape and murder of Jessica Keegan.” The two military police officers walked around (Y/N), and each took an arm.

Davis shifted. “I’ve helped a lot of veterans and service members.” He started thrashing. “Nothing in this goddamn city is going to be the same with me. Without the center, who’s going to look after them?”

His expression hardened. “Wayne Enterprises will. I will.”

“Wait a minute damnit!” he looked at (Y/N), pleading, “(Y/N), please, isn’t there anything you can do for me?”

(Y/N) got in Davis’ face. “You can rot in hell.”

He watched the MP’s drag away the screaming man before letting out a shaky breath and reaching up to his chest, yanking off the necklace that had the camera built into it. Tim had no doubt cut the feed by now and he shoved it in his pocket, free hand coming up to wipe away the tears in his eyes.

***

“What happens now?” the young man asked, dark circles under his eyes making him seem wearier.

(Y/N) sighed. “There’s going to be a trial. Davis will face the consequences.”

Isaac frowned. “I’m going to have to testify, aren’t I?”

“Yes. But I know who the prosecutor is. She’s good. She’ll nail Davis to the wall for everything.”

“I…I don’t know if I can do it.”

He reached out and placed a hand on the man’s shoulder. “Then do it for Jessica.”

“I miss her.” Isaac whispered, head lowering as he sniffed. “I should’ve spoken out sooner.”

“I know,” (Y/N) murmured. “I feel the same.”

His head cocked up, teary eyes gazing into (Y/N)’s. “Will you be there?”

“I’ll probably be called by the prosecutors to testify.” He shrugged. “But with the statute of limitations, I don’t know how much it’s going to weight in our favor.”

“But you already told the world about your past with Davis?” Isaac said. “We—we all watched it live.”

“That was just the start.” (Y/N) said. “We have to see it to the end. For all the servicemen and women he abused over the years.” He turned, looking at Nightwing and Red Hood. “They’ll take you back to your apartment.”

Isaac nodded, starting to follow, then he stopped and looked back at (Y/N). “How’d you go on after Afghanistan?”

He met the young man’s eyes, then he glanced at his family. “I was still needed. Still am.” (Y/N) turned back to Isaac. “You never forget it…but it does get better.” He stuck his hand out. “And I’ll be there when you need me.”

They shook hands and he watched Isaac walk off with his brothers before he turned and moved to the railing overlooking Gotham Bay. A multitude of emotions swirled in his chest, but a sense of relief rested on his shoulders, and he let his head drop, the tears starting to drip down his cheeks.

Someone’s hand rested between his shoulder blades, followed by a deep voice comforting, “It’s okay, son.”

He shook his head. “I should’ve said something earlier.”

“It’s not your fault,” Bruce affirmed. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”

(Y/N) looked up, gazing at his father. “I’m sorry.”

“You have nothing to be sorry for,” the man murmured, expression soft. “But why didn’t you come to me?”

He paused, inhaling shakily as he said, “It only lasted for a short time. I was promoted and inducted into the super soldier program.” He shrugged. “By the time I finally wanted to tell someone, Davis had already left the compound and too much time had passed for it to matter.”

(Y/N) gazed out at the water. “It’s not over…but the world knows what he really is now. And all the people who suffered are going to see justice.”

Bruce leaned on the railing next to him. “You don’t show many signs of a survivor,” he noted. “You keep it all under wraps.”

“I learned during the super soldier program that there are worse things than what happened to me.” (Y/N) sighed. “Davis’ abuse might be what makes me so hateful of abusers, but when I started the team, I refused to let it control me and my life.” He raised his head. “I was going to live my life to the fullest, with whoever I wanted and even if I never told anyone, that was going to be the one part of me no one would ever take away.”

His father observed him for a moment then he stood, nudging (Y/N) until he did too; they looked at one another, a father and a son, and Bruce said, “I’m proud of you, (Y/N). For everything.”

(Y/N)’s mouth opened and snapped shut once, twice, a third time, then he raised one hand to cover his eyes as the lower half of his face twisted in pain, the other fumbling blindly for Bruce. His father caught him, one strong arm wrapping around (Y/N)’s back, the other pressing his son’s head to his shoulder.

“I’m here son,” he murmured. “I’m always going to be here.” He pressed his lips to the young man’s temple. “And I love you son. So much.”

“I love you too, dad,” he choked out, holding onto his father for dear life.

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buttterknifeee · 3 years

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Deep Six- Teen Titans x Aquagirl!Reader

Request: May I request an insert in the episode Deep Six where the titans meet Aqualad?

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Summary: Robin makes you accompany this guy name Aqualad and Beast Boy. Will you be able to handle them or will their bickering tear you apart. Also you're a katara kinnie (i know ATLA didn't exist then but still) This episode is Season 1 Episode 8!

Pairings: Platonic!Aqualad x reader, Robin x reader if you squint

Word Count: 4314

A/N: this time i decided not to split up the episode and post it as one! I made them meet for the first time here, so the Aqua kids don't bond much yet, but if you want to see more, feel free to request! (click here for guidelines) Also yes I also ended this one with "anyone up for pizza" thats all i know how to do to end a fan ficbskghs

“Ahhhh, don’t you just love the ocean?” you admired the shallow sea, the blue water flowing by you. The others prepared for launch, reading off the status of the T-Sub.

“Main power online.”

“Oxygen tanks at maximum”

“Defensive system active”

Beast boy hums confidently. “And your new secret weapon is ready to rock.”

Cyborg rolls his eyes through the headset. “Only time you qualify as a secret weapon is after eating a tofu bean burrito.” You stifled a giggle as Beast Boy yells in protest.

“Uh, 'scuse me, bud. Can you breathe underwater? Uh-uh. Can you be any fish in the sea?”

You shrugged your shoulders and smirked. “Cyborg can’t but I can. And I can breathe underwater without being a fish so I guess I’m just as much of a secret weapon as you, BB.”

You found out that you could breathe underwater a few days after you and the others formed the Teen Titans. You were surfing for the first time since that day when you fell off your board. You had accidentally inhaled underwater, and to your relief, you found that you were able to breathe in the ocean water with no problem. You offered to swim outside the sub on your own, but the team didn’t want you to get hurt, so you were stuck in the small confines of your own pod of the T-sub.

Robin ignores you three’s bickering. “We have to find out what this Trident guy is planning,” he says. “If it takes forty barrels of toxic waste, I doubt it's environmentally friendly.”

The engines warm up, the vessel humming to life. “Titan Launch!” Robin exclaims and the T-sub shoots through a tunnel and into the Jump CIty Bay. You watch in awe at the ocean life around you. Now that you had a connection to the ocean, your perspective on ocean life had changed. You clutch your seashell necklace as you continue to take in the view of the ocean, ignoring Beast Boy showing off his teeth and Cyborg turning off his mic as a result. Robin’s voice snaps you back into reality.

“Sonar contact. Beast Boy! Aquagirl! Ready to go?”

You gave a quick smile. “On it.” You unbuckle your harness and the dome unlatched, allowing you to swim out. Beast Boy gave a mischievous smirk.

“Dude, I was born ready. Try not to be jealous.” He aimed the second comment at Raven, who looked at him indifferently. Beast Boy quickly swam out of his pod and transformed into a whale.

“He just put on three hundred thousand pounds. I am so jealous.” she notes sarcastically.

You and Beast Boy made silent eye contact before swimming towards the cargo ship, examining its destroyed remains. He turns into a shark to keep investigating, and you follow his lead. You couldn’t help but feel that you were being watched, as you swam around the ship. Suddenly, out of the corner of your eye, you see a green figure; not a bright green like Beast Boy’s but a sicker, murkier green. You point at the green man as he swam away, and you and Beast Boy immediately bolt after it, the T-sub following behind.

Your black scuba shoes propelled you forward, and you aimed blasts of water towards the figure, but it kept dodging your shots. The monster, whom you now assumed was Trident, fired his weapon at you and Beast Boy, and when you dodged, it hit the T-sub. You forced yourself to continue to chase after Trident, hoping that the vessel was also capable of dodging his shots.

You and Beast Boy were nearing close to catching Trident when a voice rang in your head. It wasn’t yours, nor Beast Boy’s; it was clear, belonging to someone no older than you were.

“Your friends are in danger.” you heard. You and Beast Boy both stopped in your tracks, looking at each other in shock. You realized that the T-sub was no longer following you.

“Our friends are in what? Whoa! How did you say that? Dude! How did I say that? Hey!” Beast Boy also says in your mind. You turn to see the T-sub being attacked, and shot off without waiting for Beast Boy.

“Dude, questions are for later! Let’s go!” You order, not even entirely sure how you were able to talk either. You approach the vessel, which was being destroyed by Trident, who you swore you were just chasing.

Suddenly, a figure knocked Trident down. Trident and the mystery person fought each other, moving so quickly that all you could see of the person was a blur of black and blue

You turn your attention to the T-sub, which was slowly sinking into a fissure on the seafloor. Water was filling up fast and a look of panic settled on your teammates faces (except Raven, who seemed to have accepted death). Your eyes glowed blue as you outstretched your arms towards the damaged vessel. Focusing on the water around the titans, you forced the leaks to cease and the descent into the fissure to stop. Your muscles burned as you kept your stance; holding the vessel in place underwater was similar to holding it up on your arms above ground. Beast Boy raced to help as you struggled to keep grip when suddenly, two whales came and carried the sub on their backs.

You let go of the ship and breathe a sigh of relief. Beast Boy sees you almost passing out and comes to your side, now in the form of a squid. Instead of comforting you, he complains about the whales' help.

"They got it? How come they got it?"

A familiar voice rang in your head again. "Because I asked for their help." The voice belonged to the guy who was fighting Trident before. He comes to your other side and supports your other arm, putting it around his neck.

"You talk to fish? Yeah right. And let go of her!"

"You guys need help, and I'm talking to you right?" He glared at Beast Boy, keeping his grip on you.

Beast Boy was about to reply when you held your hand up in front of his squid face. "Beast Boy, I'm a solid five seconds from collapsing. I'm fine with the help."

The guy in blue gave a small smile. "And it's called telepathy. Let's go."

The three of you swam into a cavern. As you entered, the T-sub was floating on the water's surface and although it was extremely damaged, it managed to keep your teammates safe. You nodded to Beast Boy and the other teen and they let you go as you approach the other titans.

Raven asked, "where are we?"

"My place," the mysterious teen answered. "I told the whales to bring you here."

Raven and Starfire both blushed and gave bashful thank yous. You stared at them. Are they… in love with the new guy???, you thought, confused.

Beats Boy seemed angrier than ever. "He saved you?" He yelled, turning back into his human form. "Hel-lo? I was there too, you know."

Cyborg raised an eyebrow. "Were you? Because if anything I remember Aquagirl keeping us from drowning. What, you stopped Trident from kebabbing us with that souped up shrimp fork?"

"Way to go!" Robin said sarcastically. Beast Boy stuttered a response, but the blue teen interrupted.

"Aquagirl, huh? Well, I'm Aqualad. Sorry I didn't introduce myself earlier, we Atlanteans like to keep a low profile."

You shake his hand, now taking in what Aqualad looked like. He was half a foot taller than you, with slicked back hair and black pupils. He wore a bodysuit with blue scales and black accents. He had nice features, but you couldn't figure out why the other girls were drooling over him, so you kept that thought to yourself.

"You're from Atlantis? That's so cool!" You say.

He nodded. "So is Trident." He opens up a hologram from a table in the cavern. "He's the worst criminal in Atlantis, with an ego to match."

He continues a sideshow filled with pictures of the sickly green monster. "Trident claims he's perfect in every way so he thinks he can do whatever he wants."

"Any ideas what he wants to do with all that toxic waste?" Robin asked.

"Whatever it is, it'll be bad for both our worlds. He's already gained some kind of new power. It's like he can be everywhere at once." Aqualad says.

"Noticed that," Raven says sarcastically.

"As long as we're after the same guy, maybe we can help each other." He looks at the six of you.

Your eyes sparkle. "Of co-" you begin, but Beast Boy pushed you out of the way.

"Whoa, hey, no, we're good. Got the whole Trident thing under control. 'Sides, I'm sure there's a school of minnows somewhere that need your--" He rejects Aqualad's offer, much to you and the other's dismay. Robin pulls him back, and the six of you group huddled.

"We're at the bottom of the ocean," Raven notes.

"Our sub is Swiss cheese." Cyborg adds.

"I almost died back there," You say.

"And we cannot breathe water," Starfire mentions.

Robin is the first to break away from the huddle. "We'll take any help you can give us." He says to Aqualad.

Aqualad nods and has some amphibian guy named Tramm fix the T-sub. He turns back to us. "While he's helping you, I'll track down Trident. " He turns to go into the ocean again, but Beast Boy intersects.

"You mean I'll track down Trident," He says, pushing him a little

Aqualad pushes him back a little harder. "That's ok, I can handle it."

"Thanks, but I think I should do this."

"Seriously, I can take care of it!"

The five of you watched as their quarrel turned into an all out brawl, and suddenly you couldn't take it anymore.

"GUYS," You yell, causing a wall of water to shoot up next to them to grab their attention. They both stared at you wide eyed. "Stop. The. Fighting." You say with a stern expression.

"Why don't you two both go track him down together?" Robin offers, but the two teens cross their arms and scoff.

"I usually work alone." Aqualad says.

"Yeah. Me too."

"You do not! You're part of a team!"

"And you hang out with Tramm the fish boy! What's your point?"

"Hey! Arguing isn't going anywhere. Listen, Aquagirl can go with you. That'll make sure you stay on task." Robin commands, and you perk up at the sound of your name. You quickly pulled him aside.

"What the hell man?? They obviously don't like each other, you should have seen how much they fought on the way here!." You argue, and Robin looks at you through his masked eyes.

"You're the only other person who can survive underwater, they're gonna need you. Besides, you're great at handling conflicts; you'll be fine." He says with a smile. You blush a little at his comment, and sighed.

"Alright Rob, you can count on me” You return to the rest of the group and the three of you jump into the ocean.

As you headed towards the bottom of the ocean, you decided to ask Aqualad a question that's been bothering you.

“Hey Aqualad,” you say telepathically. “Before you said that you were able to communicate with sea animals. How come you’re able to communicate with me?”

“I don’t know actually,” Aqualad admits, still swimming next to you. He points to your necklace. “I’m guessing it's because of your necklace.” He stops to examine it. Beast Boy groans and stops as well. It glowed a little in his hand as he read the ancient text off of it.

“The Shell of Poseidon,” He read out loud. “I recognize this from the library in Atlantis. Only Atlanteans can use its powers, so you must be Atlantean then, right?”

“Woah! I’m not Atlantean, I’ve never even been there,” you sputter, absolutely shocked at what the teen said.

“Well, you must have some blood in you,” he shrugged. “Hey, maybe we’re cousins or something.”

You grin. “Aquacousin? I like the sound of that!”

Beast Boy interrupts your moment. “Ok, haha, family is fun and all, but while you were floating around finding out parts of your identity or whatever, I’ve actually found something on my sonar so, try to keep up.” He swims off, leaving you two to follow him. You expected to see the sea monster, but instead came upon a group of dolphins.

“No offense B.B. but these don't look like Trident to me.” you smirk.

Aqualad swims up to the dolphins, focusing on his telepathy. The dolphins swim up together and Aqualad turns to you and Beast Boy.

“They told me where to find Trident. Try to keep up.” He mocks Beast Boy, then swims with the dolphins. You look at Beast Boy, who seemed pretty grumpy, and turn to follow Aqualad.

You tailed behind as the two boys raced each other, Beast Boy turning into various aquatic creatures to catch up with the equally competitive teen. Then you see it. In front of them, Trident swam into view. You and Aqualad stop on instinct, but Beast Boy keeps going.

"Beast Boy! Stop!" You both yell, as he barrels straight towards Trident.

"What's the matter?" He taunts. "Am I too fast for y-"

You winced as you watched him crash into the sea monster and fall to the floor.

"Heh… how's it going," Beast Boy says telepathy to the monster towering over him. Trident growled.

"Keep your thoughts to yourself, you inferior fool!" He pointed his well, trident at beast boy and fires; Beast Boy barely dodges it.

Aqualad tackles Trident and they fall off an underwater ridge.

"Oh no you! This time he's mine!" Beast Boy yells, following Aqualad to the ridge.

"Beast Boy wai-" you yell, but was cut off by something grazing the side of your head. You turn, and see Trident swing his weapon at you. You dodged his next swing, wondering how he was able to get to you right after being attacked by Aqualad. You send him flying across the ocean with your water powers, when you hear Beast Boy yelling. You turn to see Beast Boy in squid form latched onto Aqualad's face. You could see Trident swim away from the corner of your eye as you swam to pull Beast Boy off of Aqualad. Aqualad glares at Beast Boy, his face peppered with red dots from Beast Boy's accidental attack.

“I said, ‘incoming’” he defends himself. Aqualad ignores him and points to another figure swimming into a grotto.

“He’s getting away!” Aqualad swims away, Beast Boy following.

“Wait-” you say, confused. Didn't you just send Trident flying in the other direction? How did he move so quickly? You reluctantly followed your friends into the cavern. You joined them as they observed the two tunnels that split off into two different directions.

“What are we gonna do now?” you think out loud.

“Maybe the question is where were you guys?” Aqualad snaps, turning to the two of you. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion while Beast Boy swims forward to be face to face with Aqualad.

“Where was I? Fighting Trident by myself!” He jabbed a squid tentacle into Aqualads shoulder.

“You barely laid a tentacle on him! At least I managed to break his weapon!”

“Dude, that's just wrong. I so broke that fork thing!”

“BOYS!” you yell. “I also fought Trident and I sent him in the opposite direction, and now he's here. There's something going on…” The two began to think, but then perked their heads up. They then point at opposite tunnels.

“There he goes!” they yell at the same time. You stare at the two of them in even deeper confusion. Beast boy swims up to you, making eye contact.

“I saw him! He's that way! I'm right, he's wrong! End of story!” He crosses his tentacles. Aqualad pushes Beast Boy aside so that you were now staring at his dark pupils.

"I'm telling you, he's this way!"

"GUYS, we can just split up," You say flatly, pinching the bridge of your nose in frustration. "Aqualad I'm sure you can handle yourself, so I'll go with Beast Boy."

"Aw sweet!- Heyyy…" Beast Boy says to your backhanded comment. Aqualad nods and swims off into the tunnel.

You and Beast Boy were alone in the tunnel when you sighed.

"B.B., why do you keep picking fights with Aqualad?" You asked, still looking ahead. Beast Boy turns to you, acting shocked.

"ME??? It's not my fault Mr. Pretty-Boy-Know-It-All keeps showing off!" He whines.

"Dude, he's just trying to help us. Maybe you should-" you were cut off by a loud booming voice.

"Worthless scum! You cannot beat perfection!" Trident bellowed from behind you. You and Beast Boy turned, already in a fighting position.

"How many of you fork things do you have?" He mumbled as you charged forward.

You dodged his energy bolts, Trident in return dodging your attempts to push him farther back. Beast Boy turns into a turtle, pulling his arms and legs inside. Trident threw his weapon and it bounced off of him, flying into you and sending the two of you hurtling through the water.

"I always win!" You hear him say as you regain your stance. Beast Boy turns into a giant crab, grabbing onto Trident's weapon.

"And I thought Aqualad had a big ego!" He yelled telepathically.

"BEAST BOY GET BACK!" You yell. He swiftly let go, and you shot a jet of water towards Trident, sending him flying into a cavern wall. The cavern shakes, and a mass of boulders come crashing down. All you could see was a crushed trident sticking out from under the rocks. You breathed a sigh of relief until you felt a searing pain in your leg. You look and see a burn mark; Trident probably hit you before you buried him in a pile of rocks. Beast Boy looks at you, a worried expression in his eyes (despite being in the form of an ocean animal).

“I’ll be fine,” you grimace. “Let's find a way out first.” You painstakingly swim until you find a cave similar to Aqualads. You drag yourself towards the land as Beast Boy turns back into his human form. Right after you pull yourself up, you see Aqualad jump out of the water. He sees the two of you, and runs to meet up with you. He and Beast Boy begin to talk at the same time.

“ I just saw Trident!... No, you didn't!... Yes, I did! Cut it out!”

“I don’t care what you say! I fought Trident!” Beast Boy yelled, a vein nearly jumping out of his forehead.

"That's impossible!" Aqualad counters, his fists clenched so tight you thought you saw blood.

They both seemed to be prepared to fight each other. You jumped in between them, holding both their heads back as they flail their arms, trying to get a hit at each other.

"You know," You begin, silencing the two boys. "When Robin asked me to join you guys, I didn't want to. You two are heroes that just met each other and you were already fighting! But he told me that I could handle it and he's right! I can handle the both of you; but it seems to me that you guys can't handle each other. So here's what's gonna happen: I'm gonna heal myself because oh right! I got BURNT and you two are gonna talk it out." You let go of the boys, and they watched as you limped over to the edge of the water, plopped yourself down, and started pulling the ocean water to your leg. You listened in a little as you concentrated the water on your leg. It only took a few seconds to heal your burn, it was only surface level and you had gotten better at using your healing powers. They were still talking as you noticed what was in front of you: hundreds of Trident clones and yellow Trident capsules-eggs attached to the ceiling.

"Uh guys…" you say, rejoining them, but they had seen it too.

"One Trident is bad…" Aqualad says.

"... but this is…" Beast Boy adds.

"... an entire …" You say.

"...ARMY!" One of the tridents finishes your thought.

They all charge, and the three of you brace or impact. You raise your arms and a wave of water takes out a small group of the monster clones. You dodge their attacks, shooting jets of water at their heads. You see Beast Boy get flung into a machine, and an egg hatching sequence begins on the screen. You regroup with the other boys in front of the machine.

"Oops," Beast Boy said sheepishly.

"Great," Aqualad groaned as the clones began to close in.

"We need a plan," You mumble.

A group of the clones began to speak.

"My brilliant plan is already a success"

"If one of me was perfect…"

"Why not make more?"

"You can never have too much of a good thing"

"Once my army conquers Atlantis…"

"I will declare war on the surface world! Everyone on the planet will bow down before me"

"And praise my perfection!"

Aqualad whispers to the both of you as the clones cheer. "Any bright ideas?"

Beast Boy whispered back. "Just one. Try to keep up." He turned to the clones. "So if you're all perfect, which one of you is the best?" He asked.

One of the tridents answered. "I am!... Huh?"

As soon as you understood what Beast Boy was doing, you grinned. Aqualad stepped up.

"Come on. You can't all be the best." He says.

"One of you must be better than the others," You add.

One of the tridents step forward. "I am the original!I am the best!"

"You are not the original"

"I am!" Multiple tridents yell at once.

"Nonsense you inferior fools! I am perfect! I am Trident! "

You watch in amusement as the clones turn on each other and the fight turns into a full on brawl. The fight eventually ends, and all the tridents laid on the ground, defeated. Aqualad turns to Beast Boy.

"Great idea," He says. You noticed that there were no hints of sarcasm in his voice. Whatever they said to each other earlier must have made them work better together, you figured.

"Kinda got it from you," Beast Boy says."Now we just have to stop those from hatching." He points to the yellow pod filled ceiling. Right as he said that, the screen on the machine behind you hit 0 on the timer and the word "begin" flashed on the screen.

"Too late!" The three of you yelled at the same time. New Trident clones were breaking through their membrane "eggs". Beast Boy instinctively turns into a hippopotamus and tramples the crowd, creating a path to the ocean. You and Aqualad sprint behind Beast Boy, dodging the clones' outstretched arms. You all dive into the water, the Tridents close behind.

"We can't let them escape! We need to find some way of sealing the exit!" Aqualad yells telepathically.

"Right now, I'm just worried about getting to the exit." Beast Boy replies. You didn't look back, but you could feel the clones closing in. As you got closer to the exit you saw a familiar looking silhouette.

"The T-sub!" You exclaimed as you swam out of the cave. The clones stop in their tracks in confusion.

"Huh?" You hear one of them say.

You moved out of the way as the sub sent beams towards the entrance of the cave. The Blast caused a pile of rubble to fall, blocking the exit. You smile at your team who's cheering (along with Aqualad’s friend Tramm) inside their pods. The three of you turn bad to observe the T-sub’s work.

“Good thing Trident likes himself so much, 'cause I'm thinking he won't see anybody else for a looong time.” Beast Boy says.

You find yourself on the surface again, on the shore of the Titan’s Tower. Raven and Starfire both continue to look at Aqualad with heart eyes as Robin steps forward.

“Consider yourself an honorary titan” he says with a smile, holding out a familiar black and yellow communicator for him to take. “We couldn't have done it without you. Thanks.”

“Right back at you. It's good to know there's people up here I can trust.” Aqualad looks at you and Beast boy. He says goodbye to Raven and Starfire, who blushingly say it back. He then turns to Beast Boy.

“What can I say, dude? You're the best.” Beast Boy says.

“Nah. You're the best.”

“Yeah, you're right. And if you ever want me to prove it, I'm always up for a race.”

“Just try and keep up.” Aqualad laughs, patting his head. He finally turned to you.

“Aquagirl, it's been really nice to meet you. Next time you’re near Atlantis, give me a call and I’ll show you around. There's so much to show you,” he stretched out his hand for a handshake, but you pulled him in for a hug. He was surprised at your gesture, but soon returned it. Raven and Starfire looked at you with pure envy as you pulled back with a smile.

“I’ll take your word for it, Aquacousin” you say, making a reference to your nickname for him earlier. He laughs, then waves goodbye. The six of you wave back as he swims back into the ocean. Robin gently put his hand on your shoulder.

“You did a great job today Aquagirl. I knew I could count on you.”

“You know you can always count on me, dude.” you say with a smile. “Now I’m kinda hungry. Anyone up for pizza?”

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