#but someone threatens his family and he'll be the first to throw hands

[a-hazbin-reader]

Okay we also see Alastor go ham and how wifey swoons over him but now what if wifey let lose, like someone threatens him or the hotel and before anyone could react she dashes forward killing them brutally and mercilessly?

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Alastor X Reader Headcanons

✅️Romantic

❌️Platonic

TW: Violence, Blood, Wifey is crazy, Suggestive

Description: ☝️⬆️

Not many people know that Alastor's wife is a badass, mostly because you're content to watch and support your husband on the sidelines

But that doesn't mean you aren't your own kind of terrifying, you're a bad bitch and that's how you pulled your husband

He knows you can take care of yourself and loves it when you put someone in their place, he even likes it when you put him in his place 😏

Everyone is so used to Alastor protecting you that they never consider what you're capable of, your husband is just being a gentleman

But Alastor knows this and looks forward to the times you want to handle things yourself

Someone is harassing you on the street? Being crude and disgusting to you because they assume you're just some random dame?

Your husband simply looks at you to see if you want him to handle it or not, he would love to teach this punk a lesson for you

But he gets excited when you shake your head and start taking off your jewelry, holding his hand out to hold it for you

"Oh? Do come back dirty for me, I'll lick you clean~"

"Promise?"

He just watches you pummel the street urchin with a satisfied smile on his face, letting out a lovesick sigh at the sound of your victim's screams

"Isn't she a vision, Husker? Look at the way the blood drips down her body~ Absolute poetry in motion~"

Husk just sighs and chugs a bottle of booze, already so done with the two of you

"Yeah, uh, she's really somethin'..."

Alastor lets out a happy hum and turns back to watch you, completely enamored by the sight of you

"She really is~"

You try to help your husband in a fight? Well suddenly its just you figuring because Alastor stops to watch the show

"Alastor, aren't you going to help her..?"

He almost doesn't hear Charlie speaking to him, a cloud of hearts practically fluttering around him as he stares at you, frozen in place

"And deprive myself of this beautiful sight? Now, that would be a true sin... Look to your left, my dear!"

He actually has to cover his mouth with his hand to hide his blush when you spin around and impale them, blowing your husband a kiss

"Thank you, darling~"

His tail is wiggling with happiness, dramatically catching the kiss and keeping it close to his heart

Charlie thinks at some point she hears him whistling at you but she doesn't want to look and confirm

Or when someone tries to hurt your family, Alastor has seen you lose your shit because you caught someone trying to assassinate him

One moment, he's relaxed and snuggling with his darling wife and the next, he hears a crash and sees you throwing the attacker across the room

And he'll be damned if he doesn't say that it does something to him to see you like that

You're practically feral as you tear apart the screaming demon, a blinding rage taking you over

"How dare you come into MY HOME! Try to hurt MY HUSBAND!"

Alastor is nearly blushing, flustered and pulling on his collar as he watches you defend him like he's some helpless little demon

"Darling, you sure do know how to make your husband hot under the collar, don't you~?"

He catches one of your hands mid strike and takes you out of your rage, unable to stop himself from kissing your blood covered face

He can't help it, seeing you so angry and violent reminds him of when he first met you-

The would-be-attacker is still alive, a weak hand coming up to grab at your ankle when you suddenly use your own powers to finish him off

You're too busy being kissed and fondled by your husband to devote any more attention to them

He hoists you up suddenly, your legs wrapping around him as he steps over the body of your victim, leaving the room to take you upstairs instead

He nuzzles his face against your neck, distracting you from glaring at the corpse in the other room

"Do you think you could toss me like that, darling?"

"Alastor~!"

Wifey is just a doll 😍

[nickel156]

Reasons I hate Cassian.

And you should too!

These aren't in order I apologize.

CONTINUE AT OWN RISK

"I didn’t ask to be shackled to you”

“Everybody fucking hates you”

“Your sisters love you. I can’t for the life of me understand why, but they do.”

Asks her in the BC 3-4 times if she's a virgin. Why do you care? This is so ick. Giving me serious predator vibes.

Knew Amren lied about the law to keep Nesta trapped at the HoW but kept it to himself so he could take advantage of the situation.

Gives Mor lingerie and then throws a tantrum when Nesta didn't want his gift.

Takes her on a hike that makes her suic*dal. And doesn't look back at her for hours after seeing her look over that cliff.

Nesta passes out from dehydration and he gaslights her. Bro she didn't even want to be on this hike to begin with, but please continue to tell her that everything is her fault.

He isn't pissed at Rhysand for wanting to kill Nesta.. but pissed at Nesta for telling Feyre the truth. Which if he were actually Feyre's friend in the first place, he would have told her.

Rips his hand out of Nesta's, showing he's essentially ashamed of her.

Gropes Nesta when she doesn't even want him to touch her. In her house!!

Rhysand is yelling at Nesta to the point where Ember tells him he reminds her of her ex. Whom she literally ran away from. All while Cassian is a complacent dog who does nothing to help her. A fucking human who barely knows Nesta stood up for her more than her own mate!! Be for real!!!

How he didn't disagree when she was compared to the fae of HC and Mor's cruel family. Because this 20 something yo is mean to you. It's the fucking same as Mor's family almost beating her to death!! You can all fuck right off.

Laughs when she fell down the stairs. When fun fact, had she fallen off, she'd be dead.

Tells her to get over her trauma even though earlier he told her it took him 10 years to get over killing a bunch of Illyrians. When killing those fae was his choice. And all of Nesta's trauma was against her will. Like how can you even compare those traumas?? You made a choice she was a victim.

Rhysand threatens to kill Nesta multiple times while Cassian says and does nothing. Your HL wants to kill your mate YOUR SO CALLED BROTHER!!! AND YOU CAN'T FORM FUCKING WORDS!! You piece of trash.

Won't let her eat what she wants, when she's literally skin and bones. Let her put sugar on her fucking oatmeal without you bringing up her dead father, you Illyrian baby. LET HER EAT HER CAKE SO HELP ME GOD!!!

Sleeps with her after the Kelpie attack when she's injured and is clearly using sex as a coping mechanism.

Sees her fear of fire but does nothing.

"There nothing broken to be fixed" Then what the fucking fuck dude! Why are you complacent in all of this if you don't think she needs to be fixed in the first place?!?

Continuously disregards Nesta's boundaries.

He never says I love you back. Showing you love someone (which frankly I think he does the opposite of) is not the same. You tell someone "I love you" the normal response is "I love you too"

But I don't think he actually does. I think he's wanted a mate for so long he loves the idea of it more than he actually loves Nesta. Especially when he's shown time and time again that he'll put everyone else before her.

I pray for a rejection or better yet, Death

[ravenelyx]

Hello! Do you take requests? If so I have oke for you :)

It’s similar to the recent one about Sebastian hugging the reader. Could it be with Omi this time?

I love your writings, btw.

I absolutely can !!! And thank you so much ♡♡

Let me in. - Ominis Gaunt

Pairing: Ominis Gaunt x Fem!Reader

Words: 1k

Warnings: fluff, kissing, angst and comfort, Ominis is touch-starved, Ominis is insecure, neck kissing, fuck the Gaunt family all my homies hate the Gaunt family, we all know Omi's past, cuddling and snuggling, House is not specified, (implied) established relationship

Summary: Ominis Gaunt has never learned how to love. But he has you, and you're willing to teach him.

A/N: I hope you like this!! I followed a different tangent than Sebastian's.

Masterlist

you can find the whole fic here on ao3 as well

Sebastian's version

He wishes love were easy.

But nothing had ever been easy in Ominis Gaunt's life.

When he opened his heart to her, he opened something deep. A Pandora box of sorrow and grief and everything he'd buried so deep he'd forgotten about it.

Unfortunately, his body never forgets. It shows when she takes his hand. It unleashes when she brushes his hair. That gnawing, scorching flame burning where her touch remains.

She asks him how he's doing, he doesn't answer, words trapped behind his teeth like in a prison of jelly and guilt. He thinks she doesn't really want to be bothered by his problems.

She takes his hand while walking, he moves it away, clutching it to his chest in an attempt to build back that armor she threatens to break every time.

"Ominis," she speaks quietly in the night, when he keeps her always at an arm's distance. "Please, come here."

He wants to cry.

"I don't know how."

The smell of her hair lingers on the pillow when she leaves, and he quietly brings it to him, burying his face in the softness of her girly perfume. Even then, he feels too much freedom; taking up a space that isn't his own. He turns his back to it.

She seems tired today.

"Ominis." Her voice is weary, sad. She's near the fireplace, brooding. He feels like he's done something wrong.

"What is it?"

He balks before approaching her, his voice coming out in a sycophantic squeak that makes his blood run cold. He is afraid: afraid she'll find him some day. That she'll offer her hand and he'll take it with no qualms, allowing her to pull him up, away from those doubts cramming his mind when she gets too close.

"Why do you never let me in?"

He's drowning.

Why? Why? The answer is immediate, pulled right from his brain by that tight awareness that has always been more of a curse than a blessing. Because Ominis Gaunt feels that he is phrogging in other people's existence until they get tired and throw him into the nearest garbage. Because he has never found a place where he could sit down, wind his legs and feel at peace. Because if one day someone finds him with his defenses down, when he hits the bottom of the bin headfirst, he will never forgive himself.

"I don't know how." His inveterate answer comes, drawing a sigh from her. She always drops the subject after, and he feels safe.

This time, she breaches the armor again, and he has got no time to glue it back.

"Come here."

His hands tremble when he follows, sitting down next to her. She opens her palm to him and he feels it on his leg.

"Take it."

Her fingers feel soft to the touch, slipping between his as if filling up a space in his heart he had missed, pushing back his doubts and making a home for itself. He holds her hand and runs his thumb on her knuckles.

"What does this mean?" He asks feebly.

"That you can do much more."

He feels the corner of his lips push down in a grimace. "I don't know h—"

"I'll show you."

Her movements are languid and elegant like a snake, and he feels like she might strangle him and cut his breath and leave him for dead. But he wants to keep holding her hand.

"What do I do?"

"Come here."

This time, he listens.

She lets him move first, wrap his arms around her, as if testing her shape. He runs his hands over her delicate ribs, then down to the soft curve of her waist, then around her; feels the weight in his arms, like she could crush him at any moment. But she doesn't.

She lets him pull her on him, giving him her body. His hands are shaking and he feels inadequate to hold her; to keep her safe and not let her fall.

"Just do what feels right," she whispers.

None of this feels right. But it feels comfortable, and it feels different, and it feels like his heart is slowing down and his weight is meeting the ground and pushing against it like he will never need to get up anymore.

And there are her lips. He feels them with his fingertips; the curve at the top, the soft flesh, the sticky texture of her lipstick. He brings his trembling mouth to hers for the first time and pulls away just as quickly.

"I'm sorry…" he almost cries again.

"Do it again."

He swallows and pushes his lips against hers. He doesn't have the courage to move and breathes against her mouth.

She giggles and his heart breaks, because of course he was doing it wrong. "I'm sorr—"

Her mouth moves against his, takes his bottom lip in a quick suckle and then frees it again. He holds his breath until he can't stay still anymore.

"How does that feel?" she asks.

"More…"

Something inside him cracks open at her taste, pushes and pulls and crushes him, and he holds on to her. It's all too much and it's all not enough. He licks his lips and tastes her lipstick and he wishes he could see her.

When she cups his cheek, he flinches.

"This feels…"

Horrible. Good. Terrifying. Perfect. Different.

"We can go slow," she says, and it's more than he could ask for. "But I'm here, and I'm yours."

He nods and attempts to find her, and he presses his forehead against her collarbone. She's warm there.

"Thank you," He's crying against her skin, and she skims her hand against his back.

He feels naked, a brush of cold hair against his chest where his defenses have cracked. She's pulling his armor down with a gentle touch, and he lets her until he hears it hit the ground loudly.

"You can relax now." He thinks he hears her say. Perhaps it was a dream. And when he hesitantly brushes his lips against her skin, he allows her in.

[yanderefarm]

Can I asked for Emil's hand in marriage oh wait we already have that reaction to you wanting a divorce, or realization that you had fallen out of love with him but is only staying to keep your family safe (like you try to keep up the loving but he can tell)

I think maybe he'll try to isolate you so you can only look at him and will warm up to him again?

Or to be more cruel, tell him you fell in love with someone else...

cw;; angst, hurt no comfort,

let's make emil sad as a treat.not really the yandere aspect i think you were expecting. he definitely does keep you locked on the grounds without much freedom but he can't make himself take away whatever happiness you can find.

still male reader he calls u queen bc ur his husband.

he truly shouldn't have been surprised when you fell in love with someone else. he knew in his heart you only stayed with him because of your family but all the time you spent by his side had let him get comfortable. oh he was so comfortable with you, he let you closer to him than even his own mother had been. he let someone other than her into his heart for the first time in 20 years and now you were throwing him away. it hurt. it hurt more than the worst injury he had sustained. it hurt all the more that he couldn't be angry with you. he knew he could threaten your family again, force you to love him again but he knew that would just make you hate him.

"i can allow you a concubine however you must remain married to me. if you take a female concubine and she gets pregnant the baby will become my heir. you must continue your duties as queen and your concubine will not be permitted to attend important royal events. are these terms to your liking?"

"... i almost expected you to be more emotional about this. but i suppose we were both just playing our parts in the end, huh?"

"... that's correct. any romance you might have gleamed from our relationship was just part of the farce."

"hah.. i knew you didn't have a heart. can we add the addendum that i won't be required to share a room with you anymore? I'd like to move into the queen's palace."

the pen in his hand snapped spilling ink all over the new contract you had been drafting together.

"ugh emil please don't go flying off the handle. i just want to try to quietly live my life with him.. it won't get in the way of my duties."

you talk to him so casually, if anyone else had talked like that to him they would have lost their tongue. why don't you realize how much he loves you? maybe you do, maybe you find his love disgusting. he knows he's not worth loving, his own mother abandoned him to die. it takes all his will to stay calm as he crumples up the ruined parchment and throws it away. he pulls out a fresh sheet of paper and begins writing the contract again.

"i hope you remember you're not allowed to leave the grounds without my permission. I'll be assigning you new knights as well since you'll be in a different palace."

"i suppose i shouldn't complain about the new watch dogs since you're letting me stay in the queen's palace. I'm glad you're being understanding."

"... anything my queen asks for."

he could never bring himself to say i love you, the words like acid on his tongue. this was the closest he could come to and it wasn't enough. it would never be enough.

[tokyo-daaaamn-ji-gang]

may i ask for dad!kazutora hcs..? hes just so silly and such a blorbo :<

Of course, here are some! Love dad Kazutora!

He's very nervous when he first finds out he's gonna be a dad, panics a little. He can't help but compare himself to his own dad.

Makes a promise that he'll never be like his father and his kid will never feel the same way he did.

Once he get's over that initial fear he becomes a lot more excited about being a father (but still a tiny bit nervous)

Cries when his baby is born and he first holds the baby.

He never thought he would be one of those dads who calls their kids cute nicknames, but you catch him calling the baby his "little tiger" or "cub" a few times.

He's so excited for every little milestone, calls Baji up to brag a lot.

Is very gentle and patient 

Whenever he comes home from work and sees his kids and you, his eyes just light up. It's very cute.

Although he badly wants his kid's first word to be for him, he encourages them to say "mummy" for you instead

He's surprisingly good at comforting crying kids, cradling them and distracting them with a story (usually one of his old gang stories but twisted into a slightly more kid friendly way).

Dresses his kid in very bright colours which don't always match

Will throw hands with anyone who dares to talk badly or threaten his kid

He really enjoys taking his kid on days out together, family trips are his favourite.

Promises to teach them to drive bikes when they're older 

Will sometimes encourage his kid to do kinda questionable things like fight if someone is mean to them.

He can be very protective at times

And lastly, one time he accidentally lost his kid or he thought he did. (He was actually just overly tired that day and his baby was strapped to his chest but he still had a few minutes of panicking). 

[astra-galaxie]

🏳️‍🌈 👽🪢🔪🖕😺😬😭😶 for james savage please :D

Looks like everyone's favourite hunter is up!

🏳️‍🌈 A sexuality headcanon

James is bisexual and demisexual. While he’s attracted to men and women equally, he doesn't feel romantic attraction until he’s already made a connection to the person. James may begin feeling romantically attracted to them once a trust or friendship has formed between them. But without that initial connection, James won’t be attracted to someone.

👽 A headcanon about a weird quirk of there

James likes to sleep nude. Even in the middle of winter, he sleeps most comfortably without clothes on. His body tends to run hotter than average, so he ditches his clothes before bed to avoid sweating as much.

🪢 A headcanon about their family

James’s mother died shortly after his nineteenth birthday. She had been sick for over a year leading up to her death, and James watched her slowly deteriorate. By her final days, she was bedridden and could barely move. But despite her pain, she always smiled when she saw him. James was at her bedside in her final moments and held her hand as she took her last breath.

🔪 A headcanon relating to fighting/violence

James is not one to back down from a fight, but that doesn't mean he'll start one. While people call him a heartless hunter, James never resorts to violence unless it is absolutely necessary. And even so, he will never throw the first punch, but he will throw the last. It's why when he threatens someone with his rifle, he always fires warning shots at the ground to scare them off. He's never actually shot someone and doesn't plan to.

🖕 A headcanon relating to anger

To no one's surprise, James has a short temper. But his anger also masks his insecurities. While James hates people polluting the environment and destroying nature, he would rather protect the Earth using more peaceful methods. Sadly, scaring people has always worked best, and it's earned James a reputation for being mean and scary. But if it gets people to stop littering, James will let his anger out as often as he needs to, even if he would prefer people to stop calling him the “scary hunter in the woods.”

😺 An animal related headcanon

James is a major animal lover; if his life had worked out differently, he could have been a veterinarian or worked in another animal-related field. His favourite animals are canines like dogs and wolves. He's loved them since he was a kid and always had a pet dog growing up. His first dog was his mother's from before he was born, and it was an English Springer Spaniel. He's had other dogs since then in various breeds, but every time he sees a spaniel, he thinks of his mother.

😬 A headcanon about the worst thing they’ve done

When James met his half-brother Fili for the first time, he reacted by yelling at him. He insulted Fili and accused him of replacing him in their father's life. He said many things he later regretted and worst of all, James made Fili cry. The younger man had been so happy to meet the older brother he'd been told stories about his whole life, and to have James yell at and insult him deeply hurt. After Fili left the forest crying, James regretted what he'd said, knowing it wasn't the Irish man's fault they shared a father, but he was so angry at his Dad for leaving and having another son that he refused to find Fili and apologize.

😭 A headcanon about the worst thing that happened to them

Once, a group of high schoolers decided that as a “prank,” they would trash James’s hut. They did it while James was on the other side of the forest, and they nearly demolished his house. They threw rocks through the window, smashed his furniture, ripped his clothes, spray-painted the walls and even ruined all his food. James returned to his destroyed home with the word “Beware of Savage Beast” spray painted across the outside of the hut. It took James weeks to fix his house, and the incident is what led to him placing booby traps around his home and hanging up taxidermied birds in the trees.

😶 A random headcanon

James once got a bad case of poison ivy. It happened shortly after he moved into his hut, and he hadn't realized a poison ivy plant was growing where he'd washed his clothes by the lake. He got rashes all over his body, and the itching was unbearable. He used so much calamine lotion that he basically was almost bathing in the stuff. After the rash had finally cleared, James removed the plant to prevent the chance of him getting it again.

There we go! Another batch of headcanons for James is done! Thanks for the request!

[yanderes-galore]

SOUTH PARKKK !!!

brainrotting timee

maybe a platonic kyle with a darling who seems like a sibling to him ?

Sure! I know I haven't done a general concept yet but I assure you it's coming :) Aged up as usual. Concept as not specified.

Yandere! Platonic! Kyle Broflovski Concept

Pairing: Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Overprotective behavior, Swearing, Manipulation, Violence, Social isolation, Obsessive best friend, Delusional behavior, Threats, Gaslighting implied.

Kyle would treat a platonic darling like a sibling at times.

A platonic yandere Kyle most likely would be best friends with his darling.

However he notices he doesn't view you like he does Stan.

He feels you're closer than that... but not romantic.

Kyle views you like a sibling similar to Ike.

Although even then your connection is different as you're so close in age.

Kyle's yandere behavior would be Overprotective, Temperate/Emotional, Manipulative/Easy to manipulate, and Caring as a platonic yandere.

His romantic counterpart is similar but has differences (which I will reveal when I do his general concept or any of the romantic Kyle ones I have.)

You're about the same age and he treats you like you are family in general even if you aren't blood related.

You often come over to his house and people speculate you may have something going on, including his parents...

Kyle is quick to correct that and says he sees you like a sibling to prevent any awkward rumors about you and him.

When his parents first heard about your connection they actually found it a bit adorable that Kyle is so kind-hearted towards you.

Kyle has known you for years and is very comfortable around you.

Kyle often says he cares about you and is always looking after you when you're together.

Which can get a bit suffocating due to him being overly protective about you.

Kyle gets protective of you as if you're a sibling.

If Cartman starts talking shit about you, for example, and Kyle is in ear shot then he's eager to throw hands.

If you had a romantic partner and Kyle sees you get your heart broken?

Kyle is, again, ready to teach them a lesson.

He's also hesitant on you having crushes after that, often bringing up your break up to try and deter you.

For your own happiness, of course!

Kyle gets very dedicated to keeping you happy as he is emotional himself.

He'll distract you from any sort of sadness or anxiety you have with a smile.

He promises to take care of your problems for you and to not worry too much.

Kyle is manipulative towards you and a bit delusional as he feels what he's doing is helping you.

He sabotages relationships and ruins any friendly ties you have with others even if you do something as small as having an argument with someone.

Then he's there to comfort you like he didn't cause your unhappiness.

Kyle sort of adopts you into his family even though you have one of your own.

He makes it so more of your time is spent at his house.

If you're not there then he's texting and calling you to set up dates and times to hang out.

Kyle is incredibly obsessive about you and your personal life.

Seeing himself as your close best friend he promises that he'll keep you happy.

Maybe he's not doing this just for your own happiness?

The facade breaks when you catch his temper flaring.

He beats up and threatens your friends... you soon become a witness to it.

Kyle has ulterior motives in what he does for you.

Kyle feels you'll be the happiest if you only have him.

When you confront him on it he urges you to think about it.

He'd always make you happy while others could hurt you.

Kyle is a hypocrit disguising his delusional behavior as "the right thing to do."

You try to tell him this and he simply brushes it off as you not knowing what you're talking about.

Kyle only wants to make you happy...

In his eyes that means getting rid of everyone else so only he can make you happy, as a best friend should do!

[mdzs-owns-my-ass-i-guess]

High risk, high reward

@krispydestinydefendor

🥂🚨🚑 ahem preferably wwx centric but like i love every single thing you've written so hehe <3

There is a saying in my country that's roughly translated as "either the ball [as in, the prom/banquet], or the hospital", and it means taking the leap no matter the risks because everything could either go terribly wrong or terribly right. It's an elegant way of saying "fuck it" before doing a high risk activity.

This prompt made me think of that.

Wei Wuxian likes risks. He likes the thrill of it, and the fact that, most often, he gets the reward that's made him take the risk in the first place. Whether it's a dare or an idea he wants to see if he can put into practice, he doesn't shy away from anything.

However, there are times when the risks he takes aren't necessarily calculated, and land him in trouble - nothing major, most often with getting yelled at by Madam Yu and having to replace whatever he broke or damaged using his own money... but this time, it's a bit more... difficult to do that.

Because Wei Wuxian won a bet he made with Jin Zixun just to shut him up - but now, Wei Wuxian is feeling like he's going to die. Or puke his guts and his soul out.

The bet was about Wei Wuxian being able to take 10 flutes of champagne at once. They're at this afterparty of some high class gala of the four great families, and since the parents and the uncles have retired for the night already, the younger generation has been left to have fun freely, without any formalities. It was uncle Jiang's idea, bless him, but Wei Wuxian kind of wishes it hadn't been.

Cause even with his massive alcohol tolerance, he's pretty sure he's well on his way towards alcohol poisoning.

"Huaisang, I think we need to call an ambulance..."

"An am- Wei-xiong, are you dying?!"

Wei Wuxian rolls his eyes. "I will if you don't call the ambulance. Just tell them what happened and to send in someone quick. I don't know, a doctor, a nurse, a priest..."

"Serves you right for getting into it with Jin Zixun." Jiang Cheng says, handing Wei Wuxian another glass of water. "You'd sooner die than mind your business."

"I'm really not in the mood for any of your lectures right now. Yell at me when I feel better. Or when I die."

Wei Wuxian closes his eyes and decides to try and at least get himself in a stable state of mind. Last thing he needs is to panic, so he tries to take in deep breaths and ignore the nausea and the impending sense of doom he's feeling.

He knows he's going to have to pay his own hospital bills, and he's going to also have to do Nie Huaisang's homework for months to cover the cost of the ambulance ride (which he has been generous enough to offer to cover), but at least he won't be dead. He'll wish he was when Madam Yu finds out about this, but that's a given.

If she ends up kicking Wei Wuxian out this time, like she threatened she would if he got into trouble again, he'll have to figure out how to make himself useful enough to convince one of his friends to take him in. He's pretty good in the kitchen and he can do a decent job cleaning, so maybe he could be their live-in maid or something... Well, didn't Madam Yu say he'll end up just like his father?

The sound of the ambulance alarm pulls him out of his thoughts. Right, the hospital. He almost forgot about it, which isn't necessarily a good sign of his mental state right now.

"Wangji-xiong, he's right there, I think he's almost passed out and I really don't know-"

Wangji-xiong? Oh, right, Lan Zhan is working the night shift as an EMT tonight, that's why he couldn't come to the gala... What a coincidence...

Wei Wuxian feels himself gently lifted in a pair of very strong arms, and he makes the herculean effort to open his eyes. "Lan... Zhan...?"

"I am here. You'll be okay."

"Mm... if you'll take care of me, I will..."

Lan Wangji tells Jiang Cheng something but Wei Wuxian doesn't really hear it. He's focused on trying not to throw up on his crush, who's so strong and smells so good and is holding him like a bride, and maybe it's the alcohol but Wei Wuxian really wants to kiss him, but...

"Lan Zhan..."

"Mn?"

"I like you..."

"I like you too, Wei Ying."

"No, like you as in I want you to be my boyfriend."

"Ask me again when you're sober."

"Will you say yes?"

"I will."

"Lan Zhan?"

"Mn?"

"I think I'm about to throw up."

[senka-mesecine]

Bc you’ve briefly brought up running away from Chris or Barnes, could you maybe write smthn abt one of the two? Thank you!

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― You run away from Chris and at first, it flat out seems like he could take it relatively well --- like someone aggrieved, heartbroken or jilted, sure, but like a normal person would nonetheless. You get the impression this whole relationship could end pretty quickly now that you're gone because that's to be expected with most people and most normal people, they throw in the towel after a while. In fact, someone's significant other leaving or running away could constitute a break up or a divorce in civilian circles and that's how it seems like Taylor would see it too after what you hoped would be a couple of attempts on his part at reconciliation right before he more or less mellows out of it and lets it go, moving on...until he just doesn't. You totally miscalculate and underestimate this guy. He absolutely doesn't let it go like the everyman would, no; leaving me with the impression he surprises both you and himself when he does effectively track you down, triggered by your absence, getting shouty, grabby, showing you a side of him you've never seen before (or maybe you have and that's exactly why you ran in the first place) and pretty much dragging you home himself, explaining how it's fine, he forgives you. But, Jesus Christ, it's in your eyes and he sees how scared you are; just as you should be --- you did do this to yourself, after all. A son of two fathers indeed. The forgiveness part being all Elias, regardless how intimidating, threatening and even occasionally insincere it comes off when Taylor's the one doing it, and the tracking you down bit? That's Barnes, through and through. It's like Taylor's become a slightly darker, scarier, less familiar person after all of this or maybe he's been like that for quite a while now and only now did it come out at full force, shocking you to what degree you absolutely can't just ditch him like you'd ditch any common Joe Schmoe because he has moments where he's such a sweet boy-next-door and then others when he's someone else. Someone you can't just easily run out on. Suffice to say, the police doesn't even have the chance to get involved or take effective sides because Taylor's already dealt with it singlehandedly. Just a spat between lovers. Nothing to see here. Back into your little family house you go.

― As for Barnes? He straight up hunts you. What's worse? You might not even know it for quite a while. He does it quietly. Doesn't make a tremendous fuss about it, if any. Might have a smoke beforehand. That smoke might just last a week or two. Perhaps accompanied by a drink. The prey's out there but it ain't getting far, is what he's thinking no matter how far you actually make it. You could even have the deceptive feeling you got away because Barnes' presence just disappears from your vicinity for a good, long time, leaving you time to breathe. Relax. Recuperate. Actually contemplate your freedom. You...actually got away from the clutches of a monster. How's that possible? Did he lose interest? Did he let you loose deliberately? What's going on? What now? Was he a figment of your worst nightmares all along with how sharp his absence becomes? Little do you know you're being led into an ambush and that he'll show up when you least expect it. When you feel safest. When you'll be on the verge to start trusting your newfound liberty. Barnes might not even spend a tremendous amount of time watching you; maybe just the right tactical amount, to assess the situation, your position, where you at. He just does what he's here to do and that's to take you back with him, such is his assurance and cockiness. You could very well just wake up one day with his hand over your mouth and his face inches away from your eyes, his eyes staring down at you or he'll be popping up from the corner of whatever place you're staying at like it's a non issue and he's merely here to pick you up. The capture is quite that sudden that it can neither be anticipated nor dodged or exactly prevented. But nonetheless, it's harrowing. He just shows up. And before you know it, you could be hauling ass from whence you both came from. Quietly, yes. If you argue it, he might toss you over his shoulder and carry you out. On your own two feet or dragged. With a gun to your head. A knife under your chin. Or maybe, his eyes alone are enough to daunt you and order you to start walking yourself before he really starts seeing red. Your choice. Point is, you're going. Barnes might not show it, but he rather enjoyed this. Was like a roadtrip to him. For all he cares, you might as well make this 'my woman runs out on me and I hunt her down' thing an annual tradition because every time the outcome's gonna be the same.

[mctna2019]

Seon-ho and Sung-rok relationship(1)

Since Seon-ho has other layers apart from being emotional he was an interesting and complex character so his relationships with other characters are very interesting. here is belong to him (although I'll put from other series and characters) and I want to write my personal understanding of his relationships with other characters (this time for Seon-ho and Sung-rok,the relationship that I'm sure has many fans, including myself)

They don't have many scenes together, but it is strong enough to make a big impact on the series, and one of the reasons for that is the complexity of both of them.

About Seon-ho: Well he is always in trouble for his situation (being a bastard and also his mother's social status) so he had a certain guard against everyone even if he doesn't show it (except Hwi, Yeon and to some extent Hui-jae because they never humiliate him for this reason) well, Song-Rok humiliates him (of course not because of being a bastard, we will talk about it in Song-Rok's section), so the beginning of their relationship is not good so we can't imagine they going to work together But the scene where Seon-ho tells Sung-rok that he will take orders from him one day is shocking, both because of Seon-ho's gaze and the fact that it happens right next episode.(Seon-ho has a calm and introverted personality, the times when he threatens someone seems to be very different, that's why I like those sequences so much) Seon-ho needs Sung-rok, Sung-rok is also abandoned and he needs new master , so Seon-ho takes the opportunity and their relationship moves forward more seriously. At first, there is no emotion (for either of them), it is just their mutual work commitment (especially Sung-rok). Song-Rok isn't a treacherous person and doesn't involve emotions in his work, this is enough for Seon-ho to keep him (actually, Seon-ho is never the one to leave Sung-rok like Lee Seung Gi) their relationship continues like this. until he get uses to Sung-rok's presence with him . Sung-rok keeps telling him the consequences of Seon-ho's decisions (for Seon-ho himself). But Seon-ho is so obsessed with Hwi that he doesn't listen to him and always gets into trouble while Hwi won't be there to save him (although Seon-ho knows everything before Sung-rok's words) when Hwi stabbed Seon-ho and this incident makes Seon-ho finally able to give up on him (I'm not stupid, he still hasn't given up on Hwi, he just managed to show him how broken he was for the first time in action), when Sung-rok tells him That touching dialogue about the relationship between a master and his warrior could be the point that Seon-ho becomes emotionally attached to him (or perhaps earlier, when he throws Seon-ho's sword at him with Yeon's ribbon he tied to it )To be honest, we know that until this scen he has been by Seon-ho's side, but right at this point, our perspective changes and we see him as an important person next to Seon-ho, who is like a family to Seon-ho in a way. He becomes an older brother and even a father that he has never experienced. Seon-ho tells him that he knows Sung-rok protects him , which means he's never careless about him, it's just that circumstances don't allow him to take care of Sung-rok as well (we know who I'm talking about).Seon-ho allows him to be with him in the attack on Bang-won's residence even though he knows he will be killed, maybe because Seon-ho knows how it feels to protect someone you care about, and he knows him well (like him) and on the other hand he has no attachment to life and he is sure that he'll be killed, he didn’t think that Sung-rok would die before him and this is such a big shock for him that he drops his sword slow down and give in to Bang Won to kill him (I really didn't expect that look and cry from him), then he grabs Sung-rok's body again and can't leave him. They couldn't tell their last words to each other(especially Seon-ho). He returned Sung-rok's sword, either because he knowed himself as guilty as ever, or because he wanted to die more than ever. When he thanked Sung-rok for everything, even though Hwi considered him his friend again and was by his side, I found him very lonely.

[xhatake]

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Send me "alt!" and I'll introduce you to a character I've rped in the past, want to play in the future or are currently playing somewhere else! [ ellis cousland @higheverlost ]

It was supposed to be a good day. Ellis had risen with the sun, eager to stretch the light of dawn as far as he could. Fergus was supposed to march with the majority of Highever’s forces that day & Ellis still had a sliver of hope that he may be permitted to go as well. it was a long shot, but there was an ache in his hear that could only be satisfied with acclaim. It had always been a dream of his to become a hero, sheathed in the blinding light of glory & gore. He was a second son, his legacy would be carved by his own hand. Stories of Grey Wardens riding into battle on the backs of griffons had filled his head since he was a boy. Surely the blight was the single thing that could see these fantasies become reality.

Ellis had shared a quick breakfast with his sister, assuming that their older brother, Fergus was spending time with his family before he marched ... it was then, that he & Lily had been summoned to their father’s side. they had gathered in the great hall with lord howe, who implied that his daughter may be looking for a husband. ellis politely declined. though they had not made it official, his heart belonged to another. Astoria had left only weeks before & Ellis already missed her. he wonders if he'll be a hero by the next time they met. she would get a kick out of that, surely.

There was one man who stood out against the others. In the mix of familiar faces, warriors, lords, he was introduced to someone else.a real-life grey warden, Duncan,  had stood in their halls. He looked exactly as Ellis had always imagined, a stone wall of a man with two blades that had likely seen more battles than Ellis could count... & Ellis could count pretty high.

Excitement had boiled over in his chest when Duncan said that he & his sister were his first choice of recruits. To Ellis’ dismay, his suggestion was shot down immediately. His father needed them here, to watch over Highever while they battled against the blight. Where Ellis opened his mouth to try & fight his father on the subject, Lily was quick to cut him off. She didn’t seem too keen on laying her life down for Ferelden & was already threatened with the loss of Fergus... She needed at least one of her brothers to see the end of this.

Ellis had nearly missed a passing conversation in all the excitement. Howe had made a point to identify he & Lily as Bryce Cousland’s younger children. He had thought nothing of it, distracted by another pressing matter... But in hindsight, he would wish he had taken note of it.

On his way to say goodbye to their older brother, the duo was stopped by their sweet mother. Her silver hair reflected the sunlight, radiating a certain grace. With her was a lady she was supposed to be going north with, away from the greater part of the conflict. Ellis nearly misses their conversation in the eyes of one of her pretty companions but snaps back to reality at his mother's firm voice. He & his sister's hounds had gotten into the kitchens, seemingly to gorge themselves on lard. but things were not as they seemed, as Backup & Fergie had unveiled a grand plan to stop the rats that threatened their home. nan had carried on & on until she heard the word ‘ rats ‘. after that she had been quick to throw the dogs a treat & rush them on their way. They had likely been coming from an old passage in the pantry, trying to invade the kitchens through.

The rest of the day passes like a dream, filled with more emotions than Ellis knows how to comprehend. He had exchanged a tearful goodbye with Fergus & accepted that he would be left behind. When he marched from highever with the bulk of their forces,a sinking feeling ignnited many racing thoughts of death, fears of loss...He had decided to distract himself with a different sort of company, inviting the woman he had met earlier to join him in his bedchambers for the night. His heart may belong to Astoria, but the sentiment did not yet extend to his body. Sleep takes him, providing temporary relief from an uncertain future.

What he does not expect is when he is woken in the night. It's his hound that wakes him; Fergie whines at the sound of steel clashing in the hall outside of his room. Ellis throws on his clothes, collects his weapons & wakes his companion. She doesn't make it very far, as she is killed when he throws his door open to see what's going on. It's a bitter feeling, but he pushes through regardless. He tears through men in armor that reflects the dim light of the candles that lit their halls. Despair settles in his stomach as he realizes their numbers are too great. Every time he dances out of the reach of one sword, another is ready to meet him. He braces himself as a man threatens to bring down his weapon on Ellis' face, but something stops him.

The swift ' thwip' echoes across the hall Ellis has torn was way into, resolving in an arrow through Ellis' opponent's chest. It was a powerful blow & he raises his gaze to see his mother, at last. It is strange to see her in armor. Usually, she was dressed like a proper lady, in the colors of their family. But there was something legendary about the ferocity in her eyes as she defended her son. They tear through the rest of their opponents with renewed faith, stopping only after the last of them stopped breathing. there were still the sounds of conflict echoing all through Highever, a warning of what awaited them when they left this hall. Ellis kicks over one of the dead men, recognizing the men as one of Howe's soldiers.

One of Howe's men. Betrayal. Ellis tries to contain the rage that begins to grow in his chest, coming to a thousand different conclusions of how this came to pass. All he could think was how lucky the lord was to be elsewhere, or Ellis would ensure he ended up in the same pile of gore as his men. Despite his rage, there is one thought that cuts through every assumption.

" We have to go. " Ellis speaks before his mother can react, his mind already racing in regards to the wellbeing of his sister. His mother nods & they come to the understanding that this will be their last night together. What Ellis does not know, however, is how determined his mother is to insure the survival of her children. Ellis mind is already racing, as are his breaths. For all he dreamed of battle, he had never thought it would find him in the walls of his own home, " We have to find Lily. "

[astorianyxkings]

First of all, I hate you for making me think about this. Secondly, I love you for making me think about this. I mean come on, the possibilities!!

Dick sitting alone in his apartment, because he refuses to go back to the cave. Why? Because Bruce is his dad and Dick won't be able to stop himself from telling him everything. How the the world froze when he pulled the trigger. How the man looked terrified at the bullet came straight towards him. How his partner looked shocked because Officer Grayson never shot someone before, let alone killed them. And he's the eldest, he's supposed to set the example. What kind of example has he just set? That he's a hypocrite? No. He refuses to go to the cave after patrol. It doesn't matter if he's got an infected stab wound, or if he's been dosed with fear toxin or anything. Nothing is worth seeing the look of disappointment on Bruce's face. It's been years since Bruce had ever expressed his disappointment in Dick, when they fell out after Jason's death. Dick doesn't want to relive that. Worse yet, what if Bruce expresses that he regrets adopting Dick? What then? How can he live on after losing his family–his father? Again. One thing alone is clear, he isn't strong enough.

Jason locks himself in a safe house. He won't go to his apartment because if Bruce even begins to think that something's bothering Jason, he'll show up to talk, boundaries be damned. Instead, he locks himself in a safehouse, shuts out all communication with the bats, Steph already agreed to cover his patrol route so he's in the clear. He just can't face him. Bruce. He can't face Bruce. They just started back talking. He's getting invited to the manor for stupid shit like family game night or movie night or breakfast. He's wearing the god damned Bat symbol. He's a bat again. And he just went and fucked it all up. It didn't matter of the man had the little girl hostage. It didn't matter that he threatened to put a bullet in his head. It didn't matter. All that mattered was there was blood on a bat's hands. And Bruce would never forgive him. Bruce would never. Not after all that's happened. He has to keep this to himself. Jason's selfish, he knows it. But this is his family. And he loves them. But now he can't face them. Or Bruce. And Dick. God, he was just getting used to having a brother again. The one he always wanted, dreamed about. Who protects him and annoys him. Dick will never forgive him now. The golden boy maintains the no kill rule stronger than Bruce, and he'll hate him. His brother is going to hate him, and what can he do? He's not strong enough.

Tim doesn't know where to go. He ends up at one of the vacation-turned-safehouse belonging to the Drakes. He notifies Orcale that he needs to work a case undercover and he has to do it alone, its the easiest way to get her off his back. In reality, what he's doing is alternating between panic attacks, crying and destroying whatever he can get his hands on. He throws a glass vase against the wall and its shattered pieces cut his hands. It should hurt but all he can see is blood. Blood of the people he killed so easily. Because that was the worst part, he did it easily. Effortlessly. He compartmentalized it so well that their lives didn't even register as something important to him. That realization is what starts the water works and next thing he knows he's ugly crying on the floor, sobbing and hiccuping through apologies, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." Some of those apologies are for the people he killed, some are for his family. Because Bruce is going to disown him, he never even wanted him in the first place. He was just the kid he took pity on, he has Jason back, there's no use for Tim. And Jason. God Jason's going to be so disappointed, all this hard work to make Robin good, to do his predecessor proud, just to mess it up by killing people. Killing more people than Jason did when he was in the league and as Red Hood. And Dick. The one who believed in him, what's he going to think? He'll probably be disgusted, but'll try to mask it because it's Dick. Doesn't matter though, he'll feel the disappointment anyway. And he's not strong enough.

Damian ends up at an old shadows base. His mother showed them to him when she was last in Gotham, said he could use them to work through his struggles without Father breathing down his neck trying to get him to open up. Father–not Baba, he'll never let Damian call him that again–found out about one of Damians assassinations from when he was still in the League. It stings and burns like poison, destroying himself inside out. Damian left before Father could get a word in, before he could express his disappointment. Or before he offers to send him back to the League. The League isn't the problem, the problem is if Father sends him back, them he's truly given up on him. If Father sends him back then Damian will have just proven to everyone that he was nothing more than a conditioned killer. Cass killed less people than him, and she could easily give it up. Maybe because she never liked to kill...the same can't be said for him. Violence was always his peace. He'd figured that out when he was eight, watching Mara scream on the floor after he cut her face, so badly she almost lost the eye. Killing made him strong, made him feared. And an al Ghul had to be feared. Except....he kind of liked being a Wayne more than being an al Ghul. A Wayne doesn't kill, a Wayne doesn't demand respect through violence. But it doesn't matter, because once Father finds him and send him back to Mother, he'll no longer be a Wayne. And the worst part? His brothers will allow it. Dick would be so disappointed, he tried so hard with Damian. And Jason too, he took on a majority of the assassinations in the League so Damian wouldn't have too. And now he's gone and done this. Even Tim. Especially Tim. With him gone, so will half of Tim's problems. He's only ever been a nuisance to his predecessor. He's only ever been a nuisance to the family who welcomed him and that realization hurts. Because he isn't strong enough.

Bruce sits alone at his desk in the cave. Its quiet, sickeningly so. Only two of the four children living with him are asleep upstairs. Steph went home with Barbara, Luke and Kate are long gone, even Alfred has retired for the night. But Bruce can't sleep, not when his failure hovers over him. He's messed up. Two room upstairs are empty, they shouldn't be but they are anyway. Two other rooms have been empty for years but Bruce still knows this distance isn't normal. He's gone and ruined his boys. His sweet boys, his Robins. He's gone and made them so terrified that they won't come to him. So terrified that they would rather self isolate, from him, from each other. He needs to fix this. He stares at the four different tabs he had open, with four different locations. A pent house in Blüdhaven, a small apartment near Park Row, a condo on the east coast and an abandoned (not really) warehouse on the very outskirts of town. He needs to fix this now, before something happens and he loses one of multiple of them. Blüdhaven first, it might be the farthest but he needs to deal with the eldest first. As Bruce pulls out of the cave, hands gripping the steering wheel, all he can think about is the tears he knows he's going to see on his sons' faces. And he isn't strong enough.

guys.

Dick having to kill somebody on duty because his (and or someone else’s) life was in danger and him being absolutely terrified Bruce will revoke the adoption or disown him (“he will never forgive me. I’ll be alone all over again.”)

Jason in a kill or be killed moment freshly after reconciling with Bruce (he’s being personally invited to family outings by Bruce, being steps) and already grieving his relationship with his father. (“It was great while it lasted. I’ll miss having a family.”)

Tim being revealed to have killed 500-1000 people when he was with the league, and immediately moving around all him finances. Because he’s convinced Bruce will never let him step foot in the manor or WE again. (“Fück, would he let me get my personal items from my office? From my room? The cave? I should replace them all anyway… oh and there goes the trust fund too.”)

Damian being in a very similar situation as Jason when he was accused of murder, except he actually killed a man and absolutely freaking the fuck out because he knows Bruce would never forgive him for it. (“He almost disowned Todd, a son he chose because of this. I was basically left at his doorstep, as if the manor was a firehall. He didn’t want me, didn’t chose me. He will never want to see me again.”)

My brain ladies and gentlemen [and others :) ]

[casspurrjoybell-28]

Alpha's Addiction - Chapter 3a

*Warning Adult Content*

Fireflies - Part 1 - Kao

A servant's forced me to bathe and has groomed me in all ways possible for my first night with Zacan.

Just the thought makes me want to vomit.

In the past, I used to imagine Des and I discovering we were fated mates when we came of age and running away together.

He'd bite and claim me, then we'd have our own family, far away from this evil place.

But that was just a dream, an impossible fairy-tale.

If Des was my fated mate, he's long dead and if it's someone else, he'll never want an impure Omega like me.

Alphas want their Omegas untouched and certainly not with the baggage of a child.

I've accepted it... I don't need Alphas, anyway... in fact, I hate them... so much..

All I need is my Oliver but of course, Zacan has to ruin even that.

He has to pit himself between us, force me to be his mate, even though we are not fated.

Maybe people would tell me this is the best I'm ever going to get... it's a sad thought.

When Zacan comes into the room, I try to act like I'm asleep.

It's a slim chance but maybe he won't try anything.

But then I feel the bed dip, a cold, callused hand closing over my bare thigh.

I flinch, a shiver rolling down my spine... definitely not the good kind.

And now I've revealed that I'm awake.

"You smell amazing," he murmurs, shoving his face into my neck and breathing in deeply.

My stomach churns in nausea, hating every second of his touch.

But I need to do this for Oliver.

If I don't please Zacan, he'll throw me out and I'll never see my baby again... I couldn't bare that.

But then his hand slips under my waistband and I can't breathe.

My chest tightens up, terror washing over me and suddenly it's like I've traveled back in time.

All I can see is his huge figure looming over the younger me, pressing a hand over my mouth to keep me from screaming as he took what he wanted.

No one was there to stop him... No one would have, anyway.

I rip myself from his grip, scrambling towards the edge of the bed.

In seconds he's on me, snatching my ankle and pulling me back toward him.

"Oh no you don't," he growls, grasping a fistful of my curls and yanking my head back.

I cry out in pain, scratching at him in an effort to make him let go but he doesn't.

"Don't be a prude. I know what a little whore you are, Omega," his prickly beard scratches against my ear.

"You let the other Alphas do whatever they want to you."

"That has never been my own choice," I exclaim as he flips me over, pinning me to the bed under his immense weight.

His hands are wrapped so hard around my wrists I'm sure there will be deep bruises on them tomorrow.

"But I'm better than a whole group of Alphas, aren't I? Or do you want me to bring a few friends like you're used to."

His expression is devious, like he's enjoying this.

Enjoying how I shake beneath him, scared out of my mind.

"I hate you," I tell him, tears threatening to spill from my eyes.

"I wish you'd just leave Oliver and I alone."

"Awe, poor you," he says mockingly, caressing my face in faux sympathy.

"But how can I, when you cry so prettily? It really turns me on."

I fight... I try so hard to get away but he's just too big and too strong.

He holds me down, forcing me to take it and all I can do is close my eyes, trying to tune my brain out.

I'm used to this... it's just what Alphas are like.

They use and abuse and we Omegas just have to endure.

There's no way out... he has every advantage here, physically.

No matter what I do, he'll win in the end... Alphas always do.

As he fulfills his desires, I try to go to a happy place to block out the pain.

I think of sunny days, daisies blowing in a field, memories of Des when we used to sneak out to the lake by moonlight.

I think of Oliver's smile as he plays with the other pups.

Most of all, I pray to the Moon Goddess that this will be over soon.

I sit with Oliver in his room, which feels much too giant and lonely for a pup.

There is no decoration or toys in sight.

My heart aches for him, thinking of him trying to sleep in this dreary room all alone.

I still haven't been able to convince Zacan to let Oliver stay with me at night.

"Mama?"

Oliver looks up from the book he's been reading.

"Why is Alpha Zacan my dad now? I thought Des was."

The dreaded question... one I'm not sure I can answer.

"It's... complicated. I guess I just wished Des was your father but he wasn't."

Oliver thinks for a moment, before looking back to his book.

"I don't like my new dad. He's scary."

I couldn't agree more... as Oliver continues reading, I notice that he winces every time he adjusts his position.

My chest tightens, hoping it's not what I think it is.

"Are you hurt, baby?" I ask.

Oliver avoids eye contact, pretending to be deeply absorbed in the book... that confirms it.

He's favoring his right side, avoiding putting any pressure on it.

"Oliver. Lift up your shirt," I demand.

Reluctantly, he puts the book down and does as I say.

My heart drops when he lifts the fabric, exposing the huge bruised welt up the right side of his rib cage.

It's red in the center and yellowing on the outsides, indicating just how much force was dealt into the blow... I see red.

"Who did this?" I ask in rage, although I already know the answer.

"Alpha Zacan said I was being 'disobedient,'" he confesses, lip trembling as he starts to cry.

I hug him close, careful not to irritate the wound.

"I'm so sorry, Oli. I should've protected you."

I cradle him in my arms for the longest time, sorrow overcoming me when I think of how Oliver tried to hide it from me.

Who knows what abuse he'll hide in the future if things stay like this... which is why we need to escape.

I spoil Zacan tonight... I let him do all the vile things he wants to me in bed with less of a fight than usual.

It's all to avoid suspicion, although it makes me sick to my stomach.

The whole time I fantasize about him getting his dick cut off.

Once Zacan is satisfied, he lays back on the pillows, closing his eyes.

"Shall I bring you some tea?" I ask him sweetly, leaning over and kissing his cheek.

He smiles and accepts the offer.

"It's nice to see you finally treating me how an Omega should their Alpha."

I roll my eyes when my back is turned, heading to the door to fetch the tea that I'm going to infuse with mushroom wort.

It'll knock him out for a few hours, giving me the perfect window to carry out my plans.

Once Zacan is out cold, I pack a bag before getting Oliver from his room.

Then we tiptoe around the halls, which I try my best to navigate through memory.

There should be an exit around here somewhere but just as I spot said exit door a hand clamps down on my shoulder.

"Alpha Zacan's Omega. What do you think you're doing?" a cold voice comes from behind us.

I turn to see one of the Alpha guards, a stern expression on his face as he regards us.

'Shit. What do I do now?'

"M-Mama's taking me to see the fireflies. They only come out at night," Oliver chirps up.

The Alpha raises as eyebrow in disapproval.

"Oh come on," I tell him, quickly adding on to Oliver's story.

"My mate obviously approved of this, otherwise he wouldn't have let me leave our room. Would you be so kind and escort us? We're just going to the field near the lake."

There is no way he'll let us go alone and asking him to come with is a way to avoid suspicion.

It makes it seem like we really only want to see the fireflies... I'll have to find some way to get rid of him.

[winterwrites23]

Next stop: Scotland, aka Alistair James Kirkland. He’s gonna be a big part of the Outlander AU story for obvious reasons. And yes he has a different name in the past, but it’s not because he got threatened by a sword like North. Past Scotland is the Laird of Castle Kaerndal and he goes by Allen because one, he doesn’t want to be linked with his brother Arthur at the moment and two, he wants to distance himself from politics for personal reasons by living a “normal and quiet” life. You’ll know more about it in the story.

For now, here are a few things about Modern Scotland you need to know about:

In the present (1997), he’s physically 28 years old whereas in the past (1743) he’s around 25 years old. He’s the second oldest of the family.

To strangers, he can appear a bit intimidating for his broad shoulders and his deadpan expression. But once you get to know him, he can be friendly, despite his dry humour and his bluntness. He's usually a pretty down-to-earth kind of guy and he won't take bullshit from anybody.

Hence, his motto being: “There’s always a grain of doubt in every truth.”

With his closes friends and brothers, some would say he's more 'open' while others would just say he's a bigger asshole. He relishes in the misfortune of others and is a master at pushing his brothers' buttons, especially Arthur’s.

But under all that not-give-a-fuck exterior, he cares deeply for his family, he just has troubles expressing it.

In other words, he’s a giant softie and if someone points it out, they’ll get punched. No hesitation. 

He’s closest to Ireland, sharing one brain cell when together. And it’s his mission to mess with his brothers relentlessly. Schadenfreude and all that.

When free of government duties, Alistair is a part-time paramedic. He got a medical degree in the 19th century, back when his people were thriving in medicine.

He’s the unofficial doctor of the family, but most of his brothers’ injuries came from him because of stupid fights and arguments. It doesn’t help he has the worst bedside manners in the entire world. Somehow, both parties survive.

Alistair has a wardrobe filled with ridiculous colourful shirts. Stripes, polka dots, swirls, shapes, patterns, you name it. The tackiest, the better. He does it mostly to rile up Arthur but it’s also hilarious to watch people do a double check at seeing a six-foot two deadpan looking man with an obnoxious kaleidoscope shirt.

He has no shame at admitting he has a collection of anything related to Nessie: mugs, keychains, glasses, t-shirts, pillows, etc. He makes great efforts to thwart people’s expedition and destroy any evidence to keep her safe. She has been his friend for centuries and wants to keep it that way.

And boom, that’s it for Ali. Same with North, I’ll post more about him later in the future. You can check the other bros: 

Northern Ireland | Scotland | England | Wales | Republic of Ireland

[tokyo-daaaamn-ji-gang]

what kind of dad would kazutora be?

I think he'd be a good one! Here are my hc's for him as a dad!

He's very nervous when he first finds out he's gonna be a dad, panics a little. He can't help but compare himself to his own dad.

Makes a promise that he'll never be like his father and his kid will never feel the same way he did.

Once he get's over that initial fear he becomes a lot more excited about being a father (but still a tiny bit nervous)

Cries when his baby is born and he first holds the baby.

He never thought he would be one of those dads who calls their kids cute nicknames, but you catch him calling the baby his "little tiger" or "cub" a few times.

He's so excited for every little milestone, calls Baji up to brag a lot.

Is very gentle and patient 

Whenever he comes home from work and sees his kids and you, his eyes just light up. It's very cute.

Although he badly wants his kid's first word to be for him, he encourages them to say "mummy" for you instead

He's surprisingly good at comforting crying kids, cradling them and distracting them with a story (usually one of his old gang stories but twisted into a slightly more kid friendly way).

Dresses his kid in very bright colours which don't always match

Will throw hands with anyone who dares to talk badly or threaten his kid

He really enjoys taking his kid on days out together, family trips are his favourite.

Promises to teach them to drive bikes when they're older 

Will sometimes encourage his kid to do kinda questionable things like fight if someone is mean to them.

He can be very protective at times

And lastly, one time he accidentally lost his kid or he thought he did. (He was actually just overly tired that day and his baby was strapped to his chest but he still had a few minutes of panicking). 

[strawberrymilk-sunshine]

OK, one more. I'm on a secret admirer thing right now. How about some head-cannons about the yandere vice-dorm leaders as a secret admirer.

Thank you!

Yes yes yes I can do that!

ALSO WAS ANYBODY GOING TO TELL ME THAT RUGGIE ISN'T THE VICE DORM LEADER OF SAVANNACLAW?! LIKE, I WAS SURE HE WAS, BUT I GUESS I WAS WRONG. (I'm adding him to this out of spite)

Warning(s): drugging, kidnapping, implications of wanting to injure the reader, mind control, accidental(?) gaslighting, stalking, Lilia's part might not be great because I genuinely had no idea what to do

Trey Clover

Trey would send you hand-made baked goods every day!

Often along with a short letter signed by "your secret admirer"

Along with the letters and baked goods, he also sends you flowers!

Of course, Trey is the first person you expect when your secret admirer's calling card so to say is sending you baked goods and flowers

But, luckily for him, he's good at throwing you off his trail. He'll send a few things that make you believe it could be someone else...

To be fair, you don't know many other people who attend NRC, maybe it is someone other than Trey.

As the days go on, the letters get... more intense.

It's clear this person, your secret admirer, wants you now.

Tonight, Trey's putting something special in the pastry he's making you

After you eat it, he'll visit you and bring you home with him.

"Morning, (Y/N). Did you have a good sleep? Did the pastry taste good? You know, I used a sprecial family recipe for tha- Huh? What's with that face? You don't have any reason to be shocked, I'm sure you knew this was going to happen, those letters I sent you did have a few red flags..."

Ruggie Bucchi

Ruggie would be very good at hiding his identity from you

I mean, don't you think a man like him would be good at keeping secrets?

Ruggie doesn't send you baked goods or flowers, or anything like that... he instead sends you stuff he either stole or bought with Leona's money.

Candies, jewels, food... anything Ruggie can find, he'll send to you (and keep a bit for himself, obviously)

Day after day, you'll be given these gifts... and you appreciate it so much, you wish you knew who was giving them to you!

You'll even tell Ruggie about it. You'll tell him you have some kind of secret admirer, and how they've been giving you lots of gifts, and how badly you wish you knew who was sending them so you could thank that person directly!

Ruggie smirks to himself when you say that.

"Should I tell 'em...? Nah, not yet. I'll let things keep playing out until they give hints that they actually like me. Shishishi! Won't that be fun? (Y/N)'s gonna be real shocked when they find out it's me giving 'em those gifts! Grammy likes them, so marriage won't be a problem... I'm sure the rest o' the family will love 'em too!"

Jade Leech

Jade's love letters are... special.

The letters are very hastily written, like whoever wrote it's life depended on it.

They talk about hurting you, doing these horrible things to you... whoever your secret admirer is, they have a very messed up mind.

Jade makes you believe you can go to him for support.

"That sounds terrible, (Y/N). But you have no reason to worry, you can always turn to Octavinelle for protection."

You continue receiving these threatening letters... they get worse every day.

When you start to actually feel unsafe, you remember how Jade told you that you can always go to Octavinelle for protection, and while you don't exactly want to go to them for protection... what other option do you have?

The moment Floyd sees the letter, he tells you the truth.

"Oh yeah, Jade wrote that."

Huh. Jade Leech wrote these threatening letters to you? Jade Leech, vice housewarden of Octavinelle... the dorm you're currently in? Uh oh.

"Dear me, I wasn't intending on revealing myself this soon... though I suppose I have no choice now. I was intending on building your trust towards me and once things have progressed enough, reveal that I was the author, then breaking you entirely so you love only me, but... I guess I'll have to construct another plan. (Y/N), this will only hurt for a second."

Jamil Viper

Jamil, much like Trey, sends you home-made food.

You like the food so much! Who knew having a secret admirer could be this fun?

Jamil is good at keeping himself hidden from you, he's also a patient person. He'll keep himself hidden for as long as is necessary.

Kalim often invites you to the parties he throws... though, strangely enough, whenever you arrive, he seems not to recall inviting you.

"Oh well! The more the merrier, you know? I'm sure Jamil won't mind making a bit more food for you!"

But Jamil never has to make more food for you. Almost like he knew you were coming even though Kalim didn't.

One day, you receive a letter.

Come meet me in Scarabia dorm's lounge. I'll be waiting for you. - Your secret admirer

When you go there, you find Kalim. Kalim, standing there, empty.

"(Y/N)... he's waiting for you."

You hear a whisper in your ear, and then you forfeit all control of your body to Scarabia's vice housewarden.

"I'm glad everything worked out in the end."

Rook Hunt

Oh Rook, where to begin with Rook?

He sends you love letters every day in the form of poems signed by "ton admirateur secret"

Due to the ecessive use of French, you have your suspicions as to who's sending you these

Vil is close to Rook, so you ask him about it, but...

"No, it can't be Rook. He only has that kind of fascination with the inhuman students, like the beastmen, fae, and what little merfolk we have here. He wouldn't send that to a typical, not to mention magicless, human like you. It must be someone else."

Having no other evidence, you just assume Vil's right, and Rook isn't sending you letters...

It drives you crazy

You're determined to find out who is sending these, you begin staying up several nights in a row, just reading these letters over and over and over again...

You can only come to the conclusion that it was Rook.

So you ask him about it one day and...

"Oui. It was I sending those letters to you. I assume this is you coming to accept my confession?"

Well, even if you try to run, you can't escape from Rook. Even if you do, you two attend the same school so he'll just keep stalking you...

"Hm? What was that, mon amour? You do accept? Merveilleux! Let's talk to the Headmage sometime tomorrow! We'll discuss you transferring to my dorm so we can be even closer- Quel? You say you don't want that? Oh, mon amour, you have no idea what you truly want."

Lilia Vanrouge

Lilia is a very sweet secret admirer

He hides the fact that he is, to put it lightly, obssesed with you amazingly well (the others could learn a thing or two from him...)

It's just cute love letters! No stalking implications, no dubious baked goods, no talking about hurting you, nothing, just genuine confessions of love from a secret admirer!

Lilia can't help but watch over you

And then, well... dead bodies start turning up at the school

Of course, the Headmage only cares about what this will do to the overall public image of NRC...

Lilia takes care of you, from a distance

Lilia shows up directly at your door one day. He hands you a sewing needle, and then disappears into nothing.

A sewing needle? Why?

Well... spinning wheels aren't exactly that common nowadays.

As you examine the sewing needle, you accidentally prick your finger on it...

The next thing you know, you're in Lilia's arms

"Ah, you're finally awake, my dear. Did you enjoy your hundred-year-long dream? No no, there's no reason to cry! I know this is hard for you to understand... I know you're scared and confused, but everything will turn out ok. I only did this for your sake. To protect you."