Hello! I was wondering if I could request a Damian x reader? But u can totally ignore this if u want🧡
Damian and reader are best friends, they go to the same school, and she (or they) is very clingy. And one day she gets a really bad headache during school and sort of begins rubbing and resting her head against his shoulder for comfort. She sort of half expects him to push or ask her to get off but he surprisingly doesn't. He's like super worried for her bc she can hardly pay attention and is really sluggish idk
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You and Damian had been best friends for as long as you could remember, ever since that fateful day he transferred into your school. Despite his rough edges and serious demeanor, you’d always found a way to break through his stoic exterior, much to the confusion of everyone around you. It wasn’t uncommon to see you clinging to Damian’s arm between classes, chatting away while he listened with a slight smile or an exasperated sigh.
Today, though, something felt off.
Your head had been pounding since the morning, and by the time lunch rolled around, it was almost unbearable. You barely managed to make it to the cafeteria, your usually energetic self reduced to sluggish movements and a throbbing headache that seemed to grow worse with every step.
“Are you okay?” Damian asked, his voice tinged with concern as he noticed your unusually slow pace.
“I’m fine,” you mumbled, trying to wave off his worry. But even you could tell that your attempt at reassurance was half-hearted at best.
Damian’s eyes narrowed, clearly not convinced. He walked beside you, watching as you winced at the bright lights and the noise of the bustling cafeteria. When you finally sat down, you immediately rested your head against the cool surface of the table, hoping it would provide some relief.
“Y/N,” Damian’s voice was soft but insistent. “You don’t look fine.”
You lifted your head slightly to look at him, your vision blurring for a moment. “It’s just a headache. I’ll be okay.”
But as the lunch period went on, it became clear that you weren’t okay. The headache only worsened, and soon you found yourself leaning against Damian for support. You rested your head on his shoulder, closing your eyes in an attempt to block out the overwhelming stimuli around you.
Damian stiffened at the sudden contact, his body going rigid as you pressed against him. You half expected him to gently push you away, maybe make a sarcastic comment about you being overly clingy as usual. But to your surprise, he didn’t.
Instead, Damian wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer as he turned his attention fully to you. “You should go to the nurse,” he whispered, his voice laced with worry.
You shook your head weakly, not wanting to move from your spot. “Just let me stay like this for a bit,” you whispered, your voice barely audible.
Damian’s expression softened, and he nodded, letting you rest against him without protest. His usual cool demeanor seemed to melt away as he watched you, his eyes filled with concern.
As the minutes passed, Damian gently rubbed your arm, a small, comforting gesture that helped ease some of the tension in your body. He kept a watchful eye on you, making sure you were as comfortable as possible despite the situation.
“Y/N,” he said quietly after a while, “If you’re not feeling better soon, I’m taking you to the nurse.”
You didn’t have the energy to argue, simply nodding in agreement. You were grateful for his presence, the steady warmth of his body against yours providing a sense of comfort amidst the pain.
For the rest of the lunch period, Damian stayed by your side, his protective nature shining through as he made sure you had everything you needed. When the bell rang, signaling the end of lunch, he helped you gather your things and walked with you to your next class.
“You should go home and rest,” Damian insisted as you reached the classroom. “I’ll tell the teacher you’re not feeling well.”
You looked up at him, touched by his concern. “Thank you, Damian,” you murmured, managing a small smile despite the pain.
He gave you a rare, genuine smile in return, his eyes softening as he looked at you. “You don’t need to thank me. I just want you to feel better.”
And with that, Damian led you to the nurse’s office, his hand never leaving yours as he made sure you were taken care of. Despite his usual aloofness, it was clear that when it came to you, Damian was willing to drop his guard and show just how much he cared.
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Maigan Sedai
I was thinking about Maigan, and her influence on the story. First we see her at her full power and influence in Tar Valon. She it the Sitter of the Blue Ajah, she is quietly competent, intelligent and powerful.
Maigan saw the trouble coming, and went to investigate, but the Seanchan were the trouble, and she lost. Her freedom, her will and herself, as we first hear then see her as damane in the cell next to Egwene. She is broken and she knows that. Compared to Egwene’s empty cell, hers is almost luxurious - she has a bed and a table, but those conveniences have no meaning for her now. She knows she lost and there is nothing she could do until she dies.
We see her dead in the finale, from the explosion that kills most of the people who were on the Watchers tower. And it feels like the better ending for her.
But I want to remember Maigan as we saw her in Tar Valon – powerful, intelligent, driven to make the world better. She is our canary in the coalmine, she shows to Egwene and us the damage the Seanchan have wrought on the women they caught. The dehumanization. the emptiness.
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