#and there's the wound cause how can u see the man you love do smth madly impossible for ur sake and not fall in love further

[theladyfae]

42 / lost brilliance, rita dove

[mamadovie]

Could I ask for a drabble or smth where it's just after a female vampire db has found Kaidan? Like they've just gotten to Ivarstead and when he finally has the time to fully look at her cause they're able to rest at the inn, he notices there's something...off about her eyes. Glowing, slightly tinged red, etc. He asks her about it when there's nobody around--possibly slightly angsty (maybe a smidge of hurt/comfort?) because the db doesn't like being a vampire but hasn't been able to see Falion about the cure yet because she hasn't found the item she needs.

If this isn't your thing please feel free to ignore it!

𐙚 . . . KAIDAN.

A N: I love this idea sm. From what I gather, you mean when Kaidan and the MC first meet, by 'where it's just after a female vampire db has found Kaidan'? That is how I will write it, if not, I am sorrryyyy.

A B O U T: You're a vampire, and Kaidan finds out.

W A R N I N G S: Angst, blood, hunger/violence.

Your secret was a painful one, and one that had you holding your breath every time a mortal was in your presence. You didn't choose vampirism, it was cursed upon you during your travels. Even though it's a goal of yours to rid yourself of said curse, a man by the name of Kaidan flipped that plan upside down. Between the potential threat of the end of the world and the Thalmor that drove their swords up your asses at each turn didn't make it easy to find the cure.

You were hungry, so much so that your teeth ached against your gums and as the sun glared down upon you, you craved for the cold weather, where Skyrim's sky grew dreary and upsetting; everything was heightened and you felt as if you were about to pass out.

Kaidan didn't pay much attention. He was still aching at the bones from the torture that he endured up the abandoned prison. He noticed you wince whenever he'd press at the wounds, the blood seeping through his wraps. But he gathered that maybe you're a little squeamish. Who was he to judge?

And the fact that you wore your hood up all day, then again, maybe you're trying to lay low. Who knows? It's not every day that a general member of the public goes delving in abandoned prisons that's threatening to collapse. You're obviously a person that's either up to no good or up to something. He can't judge about that either. He's not exactly got the cleanest background.

So he allows space between you both. He doesn't want to step on any toes, you saved his life, and the best he can do is shut up and try to allow himself to heal.

But on the inside, you're bubbling away. Each time he unravels the wrappings, when he cleans himself, you watch the blood mingle with river, and you feel your fangs protrude in your mouth, angry and sharp. But you can't. No, you really can't. You need to heal. You need to get a black soul gem. You need to.

As the sun melts into the horizon, you watch it with glee as your shoulders sag in relief. It’s almost night, the sun would give you a few hours of mercy and Kaidan would soon sleep, leaving you to venture into the woods to feed on its wildlife — it wasn’t the best, but it helped you survive, not to turn to ash in the sun or die of literal starvation. But you couldn’t ignore the pounding in your head, you needed a cure and fast; or soon you would feed on human life, and so far, Kaidan has proven to not only be useful but he’s also not that bad to travel with. You really didn’t want to wake up covered in his blood and his body mauled like a bear lost a competition and threw a fit of rage. 

Returning from the edges of the river, an alchemy pouch dropped from his hand and onto the floor, “just found it, might have some stuff you’d like.” Kaidan shrugs, poking his fingers at the fresh wounds against his torso. Wincing, you look away and grab the pouch. 

A few ingredients flooded from the pouch but something seemed stuck, probably a stupid soul gem, not the kind that you wanted, anyway. Pulling it out, your eyes widen as you take in the inky-toned gem. “By the Gods.” You could have cried. 

“You hungry?” Kaidan asks, stirring the pot as he shrugs off the coming cold. You forgot what it felt like to feel cold. To feel anything slightly human. But you had a chance now. Finally. 

“No, I’m not.” You say, still looking at the black soul gem. “Tomorrow we're heading straight to Morthal.”

From inside of the dense thickets, your teeth ached against the withering being as it shook on the floor, sad and wide eyes blinking in paralysed terror. You learned to look away, not being able to withstand the guilt. Killing bad people is easy, robbing the rich is easier still, but taking innocent animal life stung. But it wouldn’t cost you your life in the dungeons, or getting killed by the Dawnguard. No, feasting on animals was safer. 

“What in the…” A voice, a very unique and memorable voice called from behind you. Looking back in fear, you wipe your mouth and stand up, your entire body tenses up as Kaidan watches you. Fiery red eyes, long and jarring fangs, your mouth covered in blood and your skin glowed in the moonlight. “You’re a … a vampire?”

His knuckles whiten against his sword, his jaw clenches and for the first time, he looks at you with disgust. You can smell the fear radiate from him, his blood is stricken with betrayal — you’re a liar. You deceitful little bitch. 

“No!” You shout before he walks any closer, your blood eyes shaking in… fear? He quirks a brow up, aren’t you the predator here? So why do you look so.. Ashamed. So scared. 

You’re a monster. Not something to sympathise with, you lied. Lured him in. 

“The black soul gem,” you raise it up in the air. “I filled it just. That’s why we’re going to Morthal, I know someone who can cure me, please, believe me, Kaidan.” You beg, your entire face scrunches up in remorse. 

Kaidan remains conflicted as he loosens his grip on his sword with hesitation, “why didn’t you tell me this before?” His question almost makes you laugh because isn’t it obvious?

“I knew that you would react like this. To try and kill me.” You say with a deflated tone. “Just believe me, Kaidan. I beg of you.” 

Kaidan stands in the cold for a few moments, looking you over before sighing, “fuck. Alright. Straight to Morthal, we’ll head off now. The sooner that you’re cured the better. You can't live off of animals forever.” 

You finally breathe out, your entire body relaxes as he allows the edge of his sword to drag across the floor rather than your neck as you head back to camp. You both clear the camp up and set off early into the morning where you can keep your hood off and tell Kaidan all about the curse and how it met you.

[yearningaces]

Letters of Yearning

Ok, so, for some reason or another (an accident or an attack from another giant or creature), Ofius ends up severely injured. It's a deep gash, something he can't simply walk off. Though you try your best, running around bringing him large cloths and trying to help him stop the bleeding, the sheer size of it makes you feel completely useless. You love him so much, he's done so much for you, and you have to watch helplessly as he grits his teeth and does his own stitches. As he dresses the wound on his own, with hands trembling from the blood loss.

When all is said and done, he can finally focus on you: your hands, the front of your clothes, almost all of you, stained with his blood, the mix of sorrow and panic on your face. He notices it all and does something that breaks your heart even further. He apologizes- for getting injured, for getting blood on you, for causing you pain. The sincerity in his voice is what finally breaks you, and you start to cry. Between breathless sobs, you say how useless you are, how you don't even know why he keeps you around, how you couldn't even help him this once as he's helped you countless times before.

Of course, seeing you cry makes him cry as well. There aren't enough words to tell you how much you have helped him, how merely your presence feels like balm enough for his wounds. He grabs your hands, places them on the freshly dressed gash, tries to compose himself and says:

"Loving me 's enough. My little love, having you here- s'all I'll ever need. What I do for you-", his voice breaks a little, still choked up, but he continues, "What I do for you will never measure to what your love has done for me. Do not doubt yourself."

When he's done saying this, he scoops you up and holds you up to his face. He leans into you, breathes your scent in, and in a shaky exhale whispers: "I love you. I live for you." He uses his own tears to try to wipe off his blood from your face. You cling to his finger and kiss it.

You love him, you love him, you love him. He lives.

(Sorry if this was a bit of a mess -u-; I just love Ofius so much. I swear I was gonna submit smth fluffy but then angst happened and now we're here. I struggled a bit with capturing his voice so sorry if it's a bit OOC,, Anyways, hope you're doing well 🤍 so happy to see you back on my dash.)

YOU BE NICE TO MY BOY RIGHT FUCKING NOW(hurt him, the best way to know a character is to hurt them I am being fed content of my own lads and I love it bc I cannot manage to write anything that ain't feeling far too OOC and your rendition of him is wonderful never doubt your writing. His voice can be though of as a gruff low tone of someone who doesn't talk often or much and makes do with a few short words UNLESS he's emotional which only happens with his lil love. Man has a complex relationship with vowel sounds. Has never pronounced the 'g' in any word ending in 'ing')

[marwankenzarisgaylittleearring]

(re: big boi post, bc I figure not rbing it again is less walloftext)

Capitalism Dudley McMahon :( :( :(

CROSSING HIMSELF. The thing wrong w/ Nicky is, as ever, Catholicism. hardcore is flagellation. Joe: LOSE then! Nicky: fuck you so much.

Joe screenshots and retweets a crop of posts w/ the caption ‘yeah, a bell jar’ and giggles out loud, so Nicky kicks him, bodily, off of the bed.

Wanting whatever the keane v yusufnicky is in this au to take place as a staple gun match now

All of the Andy shit. Chefs kiss. Also glory days Andy and her axe Making A Metaphor abt the og dyke flag…fuck… OH ALSO-ALSO, the black parts of the face paint in the labrys-shape

In MY mind palace Nicky and Quynh are the t4t of branch this polycule and she can compare him to all manner of mid-sized predators. All those hobby lobby ‘the fastest way to get to a man’s heart is through his stomach’ needlepoints, but instead it’s ‘u access subspace through the Gender.’ What the FUCK was I talking about.

Having an ‘I’ve connect the dots (I haven’t connected shit)’ re: Booker/Copley parallels, and Andy/Nile parallels. The former as grief as a wound needing to heal, the latter as grief, as infection, which needs intervention. But all of it abt maladaptive coping. Like, Andy needs to address w/e happened with Quynh. And mb the au version of Nile not seeing her family, bc I don��t like to kill them off, is her father’s death/career change/xyz causing her to pull away from them, & she has to deal w/ that.

Is this Copley v merrick then. & Nile coming in clutch w/ the kendo stick. & Booker, as ever, having his neck broken doggy-style (love how dramatic the announcing is)

Sdhjgkdlsq not the ‘lose then’ god their dynamic is just the absolute crème de la crème truly the epitome of like. Puts them in a cage together and notes down their behaviours. <- meant that in a labrat sort of way but hello nickyjoe cage match who says no

The reason this au is so fucking good btw is the combination of like. Actual violence and bodily harm. And also the bodily harm tht comes from kicking ur boyfriend off the bed in a mean and not so gentle way, but its ok bc u kno he can take both it and u, and also you’re doing it at least 25% because it’ll give you an advantage in ur next match. But only 25%. Maybe 30%

Never seen a staple gun match. Disregard the fact that I have 10 tabs open rn to yt videos of wrestling lemme open up a couple more. Agreeing even tho I havent seen one yet because like yeah I mean. yeah. In this situation is it a tag team thing or is it like one on one w one of the two running interference. Either is so fun . <- wait now Im thinking abt the implications of a no DQ match cause obv u can cheat in a no DQ match thats kinda the point r u allowed to bring in other ppl to fight ur fight with u … no idea. Love the idea of it tho.

Also also now Im thinking of a merrick et al v guardofblack blood&guts steelcage match. Of the cool hand ang covered in blood, mjf throwing Jericho off the top variety. Of the booker realises he’s fucked up and sorta refuses to fight back & just sits there bleeding perhaps throwing himself into the punaises (forgot the word) someone brought in bc its the whole ‘i deserve to suffer thing’ variety. Thatd be so annoying. Like the guard would be annoyed extra with him like stop trying to be a martyr a) you are so stupid b) get out of the way I am TRYING to do smth here

OUGH LABRYS FACE PAINT. SECONDING THAT. SO GOOD 

“In MY mind palace Nicky and Quynh are the t4t of branch this polycule” obsessed w u. Giving this its own response to let it breathe like a fine wine Im sipping down in gulps.

Nicky & quynh is deeply underrated as a dynamic <- man who has never done anything himself to actually create a nickyquynh dynamic. Man who has always put Nicky with Andy and quynh with joe. Man who thinks he’s right on both counts because Joe and quynh also deeply underrated. Theres a (severely) unfinished fic in my drafts in which Nicky & quynh r rival wedding planners and Andy & Joe r their right hand men respectively and both couples start dating each other in shameful secrecy & then its like girl what were YOU doing at the satan’s prayer circle that is getting on ur knees to suck c— anyway where were we. Not important. Just saying all their dynamics are everything. ANYWAY YES screaming u access subspace thru the gender. Thesis statement of a very important b-plot somewhere halfway through this “”fic“” 

Maladaptive coping is, to put it mildly, the only thing worth reading abt in fic. sorry. I mean I know I legit cant say that because Ive only written one fic of that variety and its not even on ao3 bc I abandoned it but I contain multitudes I can be a hypocrite as a treat. Yelling yelling yelling abt the wound/infection situation. oh. ‘we could fix each other’ ‘we could also fix each other but we are instead going to make it so much worse. Hey Andy where did u put the blinders Im going to fix them so firmly onto my head.’ & yeah I also think that nile’s familial situation can be like. She just travels so much and has for such a long time from such a young age (olympic wrestling first & now this) all over the country to where her family can hardly follow her around all the time & maybe she goes home a little less than she maybe should and maybe she lets her phone die on purpose sometimes . Maybe she feels shame about utilising violence as a form of entertainment instead of for a Good Cause like her father did. Maybe this shame is entirely unwarranted but she’s too scared to find out bc yk. infection. Etc etc

[takes my shirt off & points @ my hardened jaw at the wrestling function] I fucking love wrestling I love low blows I LOVE THE WAY EDWARDS COMES IN I LOVE PICTURING NILE LIKE THAT. AND I DO MEAN ALL OF IT. SITS DOWN 2 PUT THE KENDO STICK IN HER MOUTH. MAKES SNOW ANGELS ON THE METAL RAMP. NOW THATS THE HASHTAG VIBE. 

[jjkfire]

is it okay to send in an ask about try me wip ? if not could u give us a lil sneak peek or tell us smth about police officer!namjoon ? i love your stories 💕💕💕💕💕💕

hi! lov u, you’re so sweet 🥰 but i think if i give any more info about the try me wip, it would ruin the story haha but if you haven’t checked it out this is the latest latest latest preview for try me and here’s a link for all other previews that i’ve posted before! 

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but police officer namjoon is going to be an e2l fic!!!

You own a roadside pop-up burger stall near the police station and Namjoon is a cop that works at the station. You only work at night and into the wee hours of the morning. Despite the weird time frame, it was never particularly quiet, many would stop by for burgers on their way home, or after a night out at the nearby clubs. Of course, the police officers were regular customers too. Most of them were nice, some of them not so much and Officer Kim Namjoon definitely fell into the latter category. You’re sure he’s good at his job and well loved and all of that but good god you wanted to strangle him most of the times. He always had something snarky to say, be it the way you ran your grill or the ratio of sauces on the patties. You would simply nod and smile because the customer’s always right or something like that. He was insufferable and you think you’d find peace from the man when you’re away from your burger stall on the early weekend mornings, but who else do you find driving around to go garage sale hunting but the demon spawn Kim Namjoon himself.

What made matters worse was the fact that he always seemed to be after the same things you were. When you were into old baseball trading cards, so was he. When you were into enamel pins, so was he! It didn’t matter what had caught your fancy that month. Coins, porcelain, stamps, postcards, plushies, whatever it was, Namjoon had suddenly found interest in them too. It didn’t help that he was much more charming than you were. He could convince someone to sell them the pants they were wearing if he really puts his mind to it. Frustrating, you grumble. He was doing all of this on purpose and you knew it. It was just his mission... making your life miserable that is.

One night when you’re working your stall, you look up to the bridge that’s close by and you watch as a man tosses something into the river. You watch him begin to make his way off the bridge, and you shake yourself out of your daze. You don’t think much of it. You’ve seen much weirder things happen in this city and you’ve learnt that you shouldn’t stick your nose into matters that didn’t directly concern you. 

As business began to pick up for the night, you watch a burly man make his way down the line. He stuck out like a sore thumb and you weren’t sure if it was because of the tattoo that crept up his neck or the faint blood splatter you saw on his collar. If you thought anything of it, it had quickly been forgotten because you were struggling to keep up with orders as is.

As the clock ticks closer to 3.30 am, you close up the store and take the trash to the nearby dumpster. While walking there, you get a text from a regular customer, begging you to find their retainers that they accidentally threw out when they were at your stall. Gross, but okay, you sigh. You’re hunched behind the dumpster, looking through the rubbish with your headphones in, and to your surprise you actually find the retainers all wrapped up in tissue paper without much effort at all. 

You’re almost turning the corner out into the main alley, grimacing at how mushy the tissue paper felt in your hand when you see it, a guy shooting somebody. Twice in the chest. It barely made a sound, at least it didn’t make one similar to what you have seen in the movies. You took care to stay still but you must have made a noise because he turns towards you, and with ease, he takes two shots. The impact or much rather the shock causes you to crumple to the ground. You lie there, controlling your breathing, eyes shut until the footsteps have receded and you heard the subsequent revving of a motorbike.

Seconds pass, possibly minutes before your dare to move. It hit you... or so you thought but when you pat your chest, you find nothing there. For him to have missed completely, luck must really be on your side, you laugh. 

You drag your feet slowly, taking cautious steps until you see a man lying in a pool of blood. You didn’t have to check for a pulse, you think. He was obviously dead. Now that his face was in full view, didn’t he look like that guy who was at your burger stall earlier? He had the same tattoo, and same build. You couldn’t say much about the blood splatter on his collar now that his whole shirt was soaked in blood.

Perhaps the best course of action was to have called 911 but only being a few steps away from the station, you make your way there. You walk there at a comfortable pace, as if you were just running an errand. Truth is, you feel like you’re on autopilot, your legs simply moving on their own. When you get to the station, you’re barely able to get a word out before you see Namjoon, his eyes wide with horror. 

“Y/N, what happened?!” He almost screams out. “Sit and let me take a look at that.” 

Wait, take a look at what? Also, how did he know something was wrong? Did you look that haggard? 

“In the alley just behind here, there was a man with a gun,” You mumble, watching as the policemen scramble around. “He shot this other guy then he shot at me, but he missed and I—”

“The ambulance is on its way,” You hear somebody say, and everything’s happening so fast you don’t even have the chance to ask who it was for.

“I need to unbutton your shirt, is that okay?” He asks and as much as you hated to admit it, Namjoon was attractive, yes, but you didn’t think this was the time nor place for that. You move to lift you arm and push him away but that’s when you feel it, a searing pain. Then, you look down at your shirt and you see it, a large patch all stained in red.

“Oh my god, when did that—”

“Y/N, please, we need to put pressure on your wound.”

You only nod, a soft okay leaving your lips as you watch him make quick work of a few buttons.   

All Namjoon can think of as he watches you grimace in pain is... holy hell, who just shot his girl? Whoever it was, there was going to be hell to pay.

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But, really the best part of the story is:

“You’re telling me I have to live with this guy?” You shout. “This— this is unacceptable. Anyone but this man, I beg you!”

“I’m sorry ma’am. It’s already been decided and it’s only for a short while,” The man mumbles. “Your safety is at stake here and Namjoon is one of our best officers.”

this is in relation to my wip game post!

[pokemagines]

hríd & takumi + their s/o getting hurt protecting them

@willowmum asked: “Aa hi mom could I get Hríd and Takumi (separately) with a S/O who gets seriously injured protecting them? I love angst oop (also I’m sorry if this is too vague? I don’t wanna like,, put a bunch of details into what I want just in case it makes u feel obligated or smth? Sorry I’m weird but I love y’all)”

a/n: i’m a sucker...... for these kinds of fics thank u sm my child!! 

ALSO: FOR ALL THOSE WHO CAN’T SUMMON HRID HOPEFULLY THIS BRINGS U LUCK!!! --mod touko

tw: light description of injury... nothing too serious tho

hríd:

it was all a blur. one minute you were across the battlefield, safe and where you were supposed to be, the next you were at his side, shielding him from a magic spell he was too slow to retaliate against. he panics, heart racing as he goes into overdrive taking out any enemy who dared near him at the moment. his mind is clouded with one thought -- get you to safety. 

he dismount quickly, racing to your side and calling for your name desperately. your thin robes provided little protection against the harsh magic of the blue mage. 

   ‘it is all your fault’, come his thoughts as pleads for a healer to come help. the rest of the battlefield is muted, an afterthought pushed to the back of his mind as he focuses on keeping you awake. 

   “please... please talk to me,” he begs, clutching the fabric of the cloak you always wore, where it once was white it was now stained by the char of electricity that had hit you. “[name]... you’re going to be okay, just stay with me!” despite your mind clouded by pain, you can feel his hands trembling as he tries to hold onto you, like if he let go you would slip through his fingers. you try to speak but it comes out so weak you don’t know if he can hear it. hríd’s icy blue eyes are wide with fear, as he pleads for you to stay with him. 

   you try so hard to stay with him, to focus on those eyes that you love so much, but instead you fall back into unconsciousness, your last thought being the hope that you get to see them again. 

he doesn’t sleep for however long you’re in the medical ward. he doesn’t know how long it’s been and he doesn’t care to know. the only thoughts that consume him are the promises he made to you to protect you, and how he failed in that duty. hríd doesn’t grieve, no, he hardly even looks alive, as he paces in front of the door, eyes cast to the floor as he prays for your safety. 

gunnthrá, fjorm, and ylgr often come visit him to make sure he’s eating but he always refuses their requests. gunnthrá knows that he’s punishing himself for his failures, just as he did when he failed to protect his family in his world. all she can do is bring him food and try to calm his racing thoughts. fjorm sits and watches her brother, silently keeping him company and reassuring him that he shouldn’t blame himself. ylgr tries to be chipper, but she often sniffles as she prays aloud for your safety. 

mist eventually comes out, telling hríd that you’re fine, you just need rest. hríd almost breaks right there, and gunnthrá pulls him into a hug. ylgr cries tears of happiness and latches onto fjorm, who is hardly keeping herself together too. mist insists that hríd can visit, but only for a few minutes. hríd thanks her for all her work, before rushing to your side.

you look a little worse for wear, but hríd thinks you’ve never been as beautiful -- eyes sleepily narrowed but full of life. he drops down to his knees by your cot, trying so hard to be strong, you needed him to be strong, but once you smile weakly up at him, he loses it. tears flow freely, as he kisses your hand over and over, reassuring himself that you were here and alive. 

   “i’m so sorry, love, it’s my fault...” he starts, and you use the hand he’s pressed up against his face to wipe his tears. “i should have protected you like i swore i would. i have failed not only my family but you as well”. 

   “no you didn’t,” you say, quiet as you were still weak from your injury. “hríd, it was my choice to protect you... you mean a lot to me, you know.” hríd is silent, gazing lovingly down at you, tears now dry, but guilt still heavy on his heart. he knew you would assure him it wasn’t his fault, as you always did, but there would always be a part of him that drove him to be stronger to protect his family. something that now included you. he couldn’t lose you again, he would die a thousand deaths to make sure you were happy and healthy.

   “and you mean... gods, you mean more to me than anything.” he places a kiss on each one of your knuckles. you look up and see his eyes, still beautiful, still bright, just tired. he must’ve worn himself out worrying. “just... we can talk more about this in the morning. let me stay here with you tonight? just to make sure... you’re here.” there’s a vulnerability in his voice that you know comes from losing those closest to him. you nod weakly, scooting over, and he joins you on your small bed. he’s careful not to move you, as to not strain your injuries, and he lays beside you, feeling the warmth of your body and smiling softly. 

   never again would he fail you.

takumi:

he’s desperate, nocking another arrow with unsteady hands as he sees the enemies start to near him, and more importantly you. forcing every thought but keeping you safe aside, he shoots down enemies like a man possessed. he’s so focused on those in front of him, he doesn’t realize there’s a sword knight sneaking up on him. before he can even react to it, the blade comes down and he braces himself for the hit. but it never comes.

and then he hears your cry, a horrifyingly shrill noise that cuts through his heart like no blade could. he doesn’t see you go down, instead, he reacts as he always does, shooting down whatever is causing him grief. the red enemy ends up with an arrow through his skull, collapsing beside you on the ground. takumi then rushes to your side, eyes scanning your limp body as he tries to think of something, anything to do. thankfully, veronica and maribelle are nearby, and they come to your aid. takumi, however, refuses to leave your side, and has to be taken away kicking and screaming by ares and minerva, so that the healers can escort you back to askr.     + he chokes back a sob, gods, there was so much blood. all because he wasn’t there to protect you.

in the days that follow, he doesn’t eat or sleep, his guilt consuming him from the inside out. he becomes more snippy, yelling at anyone who tries to comfort him because in his mind, he doesn’t deserve to be coddled. he should be the one half-dead in the medical tent because at least then you would be okay. ryoma and hinoka let him be, silently waiting with him in support of their brother. sakura makes him food and tries to get him to rest, but he, stubborn as he is, refuses.

   takumi’s heart thunders in his chest when he sees veronica exit the medical ward, a look of relief on her usually stoic face. she glances to all the heroes that wait in the hallway for news of your condition: takumi, of course, along with his siblings and the askr trio. 

   “they’re okay.” she says, and then glances to takumi, “i know they’ll want to see you so... i’ll allow it for a few minutes, but no longer than that.” he has to push back the urge to deny her request, as he didn’t think he deserved to even look at you, but his feet carry him inside the infirmary anyways. he sees you, weakly propped up on a few pillows on a cot in the corner, and he shatters. with each step, tears flow down his face. he kneels down beside you, and you smile weakly up at him. 

   ‘he doesn’t deserve your smile. you should be yelling at him because he couldn’t protect you.’

   “i’m sorry... i should’ve done my job and protected you.” you use your one hand that’s not in a sling to gently pet his hair. he takes your hand in his own and sobs into it, shoulders moving up and down as he lets out that he had been bottling up for the few days you had been in the medical ward. “forgive me, i don’t deserve you... your kindness.” 

   “oh takumi... don’t you see i was just protecting you.” you pet his cheeks, wiping away all the tears you can. his eyes are puffy from crying, and you wish you were strong enough to reach up and kiss him better. “just as you always do for me. gods know how many times you’ve ended up in here because of me.” you chuckle weakly, and he kisses the palm of your hand. 

   “ryoma could’ve protected you... so could’ve hinoka...” his voice is small as he voices his insecurities. you don’t know why he constantly compared himself to his older siblings, but that was apart of him that had been ingrained in him since he was younger. 

   “but i don’t want them, takumi... i want you.” you assure him, voice cracking from disuse. “i’d do anything to protect you because i love you. you deserve to be happy and healthy. and if that means me taking blows for you from time to time... well, so be it.” overwhelmed with emotions, he gently slings his arms around your neck, careful not to disturb your wounds, and sobs into your neck, occasionally whispering how much he doesn’t deserve you. 

   you two stay like that for some time, despite veronica occasionally coming in to give you a hurry it up look. 

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K let's knock this brain cell around the peanut cage

Wulf ends up falling from a height that even Asgardians can't really heal from easily - its funny because Rhys obviously can't carry a man that big,,,I think,,,

Wulf and Edith go back home and whoop Rhys is probably never going to see him again cause of dumb rules so it ends up becoming a matter of home or heart.

Possibly can happen in the power swap but Dae's boss coming and working up a deal that can end with one of them going back to a torture house.

Dae gets too cuddly and WHOOP suddenly Rhys is getting some toxic spit and dealing with crystals spreading and the guilt of his boy??? Unreal.

Leaning towards more of his hallucinogenic side but Rhys accidentally consuming some of Dae's spit and Dae having a freak out that has an affect on Rhys (I probably have more details to go on about the effects if this wasn't three am rn)

Dae in the middle of removing some of his diamonds and its really messy and emotional for him and old memories surface and just,,,,bringing up some of Rhys's locked away memories?? (By that I probs mean when he was actually locked away and not dealing with amnesia,,,,unless he is??)

Dae has a fight with Peach and heads to Rhys half drowned and panicked. Could also work with Rhys meeting Peach by accident or confrontation just going to the mysterious place Dae lives??? Possibly more there to chit chat about.

Mahogany going too far and accidentally taking a proper bite into Rhys oof get a bandage son.

Magni getting shot and could either get a bit more feral and refuse to go back or just gets worse and somehow Rhys finds them impaled in the forest????? Posisbly more.

Rhys finds Mahogany in the middle of a very late night and very human snacc, body horror wh oop.

Kinda drafting away but flicker back to your exotic being verse and possible Rhys being a buyer of a genuine wendigo or alien, heck, could be a prize? Dae gets sold as decoration lmao like a lava lamp. Oof maybe Rhys gets sold for his first time mhm mmHM

Kay Sal lives his worst fear again and explodes near Rhys, might cause some heavy damage and brings up the previous people he's hurt. U know,,,,memories bout why he couldn't love.

Sick Sal (slick hehe) but hitting into the alien bit where he's stuck by antimatter (check A-force, Singularity vs Anitmatter G) and woof Sal shifting red feaatures and suddenly he's struggling to move and in lots of pain and he's lost his only brain cell

At this point I'm brainwaving at some nutjob getting a "d a t e" with Sal and maybe he's just had a fight with Rhys so he's cocky and a bully but whoop suddenly said nutjob is trying to dissect him and he's coming back with his gut sliced up but its hitting more of my body horror love so.

Rhys having a freak out and slicing at any one of his partners with shadows. Emotional torment of having his partner stand and watch him while blood starts to drip.

Rhys ends up at Dae's boss's place and gets to see what exactly his bf's been though all those years (could also lead to amnesia stuff) could lead to lots of body horror depending on comfort levels

Amnesia Rhys or Dae getting to meet and deal with each other >:3 lots of scenarios and discussions

Dae and Rhys getting into a fight and Rhys gets to see the muscle reflex Dae has for the first time (aka Dae getting real upset when he suddenly can't talk and knows that the man he loves recuxed him to silence. Hoo hooo I'm sleeping well soon)

Rhys meeting Ava or Dahlia because God I'm snorting at him seeing a possible monster or Ava attacking him and he's torn between "I'm being attacked by a vampire" and "why can't it be Dae who's aggressively biting my neck"

Back to the person selling thing except Rhys gets sold to Sal's planet ironically and possibly meets his mum??

UwU away from angst but au where people get bridal sacrifices or whatever and Rhys gets Mahogany and its mostly an excuse for me to wendigo world build.

Wulf gets more and more strained and panicked after Rhys gets hurt somehow and he doesn't know how to voice his worries of his smaller love and he just gets more wound up and upset as time goes on.

More on that? Wulf causing a tornado or hurricane or whatever is more wind themed and Rhys gets nervous feelings or what his boyfriend's like when he's real mad and just slow feelings about Rhys getting hurt??

Side note but I'm fucking inhaling at another wendigo getting into Magni and leaving a cow heart or smth and they're just panicked heart eyes and Rhys is just "what the fuck its three am" (3:30 am rn sobs)

Ksy ending with some quick cute morning ideas

Wulf waking Rhys up early for chores and he's wearing dumb tight clothes to lure Rhys out.

Rhys meeting Honkers when he gets a face full of angry duck because Daddy forgot to wake up early enough curse his long sleeping dumb bf who makes the bed so enticing.

Mahogany getting into bed with Rhys and it's a nightmare because they went out and now the bed is so cold.

Rhys waking up and realising that if tempted, Sal can and will stay inside his shirts and just cling like a koala. He's an alien, he has no weight to worry about and if Rhys loves him then he'll do this.

Kay double quick but some sort of happy au where Sal is trying to give dating a go and it's just nervous baby who throws up before literally every date

Nsfw where same au and Sal giving any form of control to Rhys but I can't stop laughing about Sal constantly shifting and trying to fight a good position because "no that's not right" and Rhys just "I'm going to wear u as a dick warmer if u don't stay still-"

Kay kay but even funnier is Rhys going and taking Magni into their first building and it's a pet supply store (gotta get meat where u can take it) and he learns the hard way that Magni Will and Can eat those many boxes of bugs you always see at pets at home.

Extra and for sure last one but delirious funny thoughts of OT3 and Sal screaming at Rhys and u have two tiny boys grabbing their toll wendigo lover as they proceed to eat an entire box of larvae.

EXTRA LAST but Rhys finding out the hard way that Dae can also eat anything thanks to his acid mouth and sitting in horror as Dae proceeds to burn and eat a plate what the fuck.

@blind-mutant

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Fixing Your Stitches

request; Hey hey hey I see that your inbox is open 😏😏😏 Sooo, can I ask you for scenario/headcanons with Jason× doctor-reader? (I can't ever find a fic( or smth like that) with Jason and civilian reader 😫) . I hope, you will)) (P.s I love your blog ! Good luck with it 💜) (Also, sorry for my English it's not my first language 😅). requested by @bookbatgirl (it wont tag you ?? gah ??)

aaaa thank you for requesting and for the compliment !! im sorry this literally took so freaking long, ive been trying to get into a swing of posting content more often. ;u; its pretty sporadic usually :/

warnings; cursing, descriptions of wounds.

relationship; jason todd x doctor!reader (fem)

masterlist  *:･ﾟ✧

requests are open !!

        As Jason’s significant other, or being in a relationship with a vigilante in general, came with said vigilante getting injured. Injured a lot. Especially in Jason’s case. At first, it always scared the shit out of you. Yes, you have seen some horrible cases in your line of work. Gorier than what Jason comes home with. But as time grows on it almost seemed to grow into a normal or even slight annoyance when he came home with something and would not let a medical professional help treat it. This yet again was one of those cases.

        Jason was one of people who could mask pain so well with a smile it was concerning when you take time to think about how much he had to practice it. How much he has gotten wounded to always mask it and take care of it himself. It even lead you to thinking about what Joker did to him and how painful that experience was. The thought alone sent shivers down your spine.

        You were reading quietly in the bedroom you two shared when he came in through the window. You perked up from your book, glancing inquisitively at your boyfriend as he wrenched his helmet off. He gave you a disapproving look to which you rolled your eyes at. 

        “Babe, it’s four in the morning, you should be asleep,” He chastised, heading towards the bathroom. You sigh and shake your head, marking your spot in the book and following after him. 

        “What happened Jay?”

        “What do you mean?”

        “You’re in pain.”

        “I am not in pain.”

        “Jason fucking Todd I can see the blood seeping through your jacket,” You walked into the bathroom, now scowling down at the man you hold dear to you. You never would understand why he would hide these things from you. “I’m helping.” With that, you got to work with helping him undress. It seems he did not even have the energy to fight with you about it from how early it was and how sleep was more important than helping fix what his self-destructing behavior caused. He just sighed and accepted defeat. He did not know why you dealt with his shit.

        “Jason, I told you to be careful,” You exhale, looking at the stitches that had been ripped and torn apart. The wound was a stab wound from a few days prior. It was not that deep and was in his upper back. You had done your best to patch it up and hoped Jason was telling you the full extent of his pain and what happened to avoid you not overlooking any variable. However, his flesh was another story, the tissue taking further damage from his carelessness. Aggravated, as this was the third time he had ripped stitches. 

        “I should march you right down to the hospital in your Red Hood get up next time and see what happens. You seriously have to be more cautious,” You don’t even warn him as you clean the wound with alcohol, watching his body flinch and hearing the sharp inhale from the pain. “I’m not numbing it, either,” You grumbled. Perhaps he had upset you more than he intended. Hiding it was what really got to you, though. He didn’t seem to get that. “I even made it official with a ‘doctors orders’. You don’t ignore doctors orders!”

        You thread the needle, getting yourself even more worked up. “One of these days you’re going to get really messed up and I won’t be able to help. What then?” Once again, without warning you take out the stitches that had ripped. The area was sensitive and caused a grunt from the large male. He still remained silent. 

        “I’m always fixing your stitches. You need to take a break. Take a rest for a day, let it actually heal for once--”

        “Crime doesn’t rest, (name).”

        “Now you sound like Bruce!” You had not started stitching him back up, instead placing the needle down on the sink and going over to face him. You grabbed his cheeks and looked him dead in the eye. “Crime might not rest, but you need too. Self care is immensely important. Healing is also super important. It’s your body literally saying ‘chill the fuck out for a while, kay?’ Why do you refuse to do such things? Jason, I see the world in you, but it’s hard to sleep when I know you do shit like this. So please, for the love of god, just take a few days off,” You huff. Jason attempted to avoid your eyes like the plague at first before becoming trapped in your gaze. 

        Dammit, when faced with a speech like that, what could he even say? He didn’t apologize. Instead, he leaned forward and gently planted his lips on yours. “Okay,” He said when the two of you parted, nodding his head. 

        “Okay,” You said, stepping back and walking back behind him. “This is going to hurt. I’m still not numbing it.”          

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HEARTBEAT (Bellamy Blake x Reader)

Request: could u please do one w Bellamy (start of s3) where 2 recon teams go out and the other one finds u and ur station and when Bellamy gets back he doesn’t know but walks in to inform Abby who’s in medical and sees u being examined but and he overheard u saying ur fine and to help the kids or smth and he like falls in love w u all over again and it’s a happy reunion thank u💖

The feeling of being rescued was an odd sense of freedom you hadn’t felt before. You sit on the bed in medical, watching Abby Griffin rushing around the room to the stethoscope. Smiling to yourself, you admire how hard she’s working to keep the survivors alive. You were pulled from the wreckage with minimum wounds by a recon team that was sent to find the location of the stations that landed. You can’t remember much about it, but you remember the feeling. 

 Bellamy Blake marches into the medial wing, brown eyes scanning for a particular doctor. You sit with your back facing the door and Abby places the cold end of the stethoscope to your lower back, “Breathe in and out as you normally would. I’ll be with you in a second Bellamy." 

 Bell watches on, waiting for Dr Griffin to have a spare minute in her busy schedule. Turning to face the boy at the doorway, you sigh. "Please tell her I’m fine.” A smile makes its way to the man’s lips, making your cheeks heat up. 

Abby looks to him, rolling her eyes playfully as she rests the stethoscope around her neck. “Tell her I’m doing my job. And that cut won’t stitch itself, you know?” She points to your arm, blood starting to soak through your shirt.

 "I’m happy to help.“ Bellamy speaks up, stepping forward. Connecting your eyes with his for a few seconds, you feel slightly intimidated by his stare. The older woman’s eyes shift between the two of you, sensing something in the air. 

"Abby, I’m alright.” You croak, giving her a smile, “Go look after the children, they need it more than me.” With only a look of amused defeat, she exits the room and rushes away to her next patient. “Hi.” You speak. It’s quiet as Bellamy shifts through the drawers, finding what he needs to stitch the cut on your shoulder. 

 "Hi.“ Bellamy holds back a smile as he sits down beside you, "Can I?” His fingers hover over the collar of your shirt next to your shoulder. 

 "Go ahead.“ There’s a smile of your own etched onto your features as you talk to him. Bellamy steadies his uneven breath, confused as to why he felt so nervous sitting next to you. Pulling your shirt down your arm, he exposes your collar bone. "Thanks. For everything. I know you were running the other recon team.” You begin talking as he uncaps the bottle of rubbing alcohol, “Abby told me you did great." 

 He nods, looking down at the cotton swab doused in liquid, "Thanks.” He lifts it up, one hand resting on your lower arm. “This is going to hurt but I promise it’ll be over soon, okay?" 

 You nod. "Okay.” He places the sterile swab over your wound, causing you to instantly whimper and tilt your head back. He watches your reaction, a stern look on his face as he removes it. You let out a small grunt, looking back at the wound, it’s red and irritated but compared to how everyone else is doing you’re extremely lucky. Bellamy’s fingers fiddle with the thread and metal, preparing the needle by dipping it into the alcohol. 

“Y/N, right? Tell me about yourself.” Not only is he interested in hearing about your story but he knows you’ll need something to get your mind off the discomfort and pain you’re about to endure. 

 "I’m 20. My favourite colour is green because it reminds me of trees.“ You begin, smiling to yourself, "I’ve never seen a tree." 

 Bell chuckles as the sharp tip of the needle pierces your skin, you wince quietly. "I guess we’ll have to change that." 

 Your slight frown turns into a small smile, "I guess we will.”

 For the next minute or two, you talk to Bellamy as you keep your eyes on his concentrated expression. Apparently he learnt his elite stitching skills from none other than Clarke Griffin herself, Abby’s legacy. Bellamy stands beside Abby, outside of the room where you tie your shoes. He’s promised to take you outside - to show you Earth. 

Abby stands with her hand placed on her hip and when Bells done updating her on everyone that’s in medical, she speaks up. “She likes you." 

 He’s taken aback, firstly wondering what she’s talking about but secondly wondering if it’s true. "How do you know?" 

 "I heard her heart start beating faster when she looked at you.”