#gilda x reader

[milkcookiekin]

in honor of Valentine’s Day coming up soon and me wanting to write for other fandoms besides phighting, here’s a treat for the zombie of a fandom we call yakusoku no neverland <3

(of course, this is after escaping to the human world!)

Emma would 100% be the type to take you out on a picnic date. she planned out everything, the scenery with the fairy lights wrapped around the trees, the sunset looks perfect, the food tastes delicious, but it also looks so cute and you feel bad for eating it. she reassured you, and she also just has the cutest little smile on her face while you eat peacefully, she’s just really happy to be spending time with you. you guys end up snuggling as you watch the sunset and just talk about your random thoughts together.

Norman would either take you out on a library or a fancy dinner date, he wants the date to be casual, but also not enough to where he looks like he didn’t put much thought into it. throughout the whole date, he’s happily listening to you ramble about your interests and he makes mental notes so he knows what to buy for you later during the date. though, he’s also very shy and nervous, he doesn’t talk that much throughout it all because he just wants to listen to you, and shaking every time you guys touch even the slightest bit.

Ray on the other hand, is much more comfortable with the idea of having the date be as comfy as possible. he decided a nice date at home on a rainy day was his favorite way to spend Valentine’s Day. he doesn’t really make this occasion a big thing, but he does his best to show his affection. he reads to you with a soothing tone as he plays some soft lofi music in the background, but he’s not actually all that interested in the book, he’s more interested in seeing your reactions, especially as the rain helps lull you to sleep, and he smiles softly. you guys end up falling asleep together all cuddled up with each other.

Don would take you to a big theme park, and you guys go on as many rides as possible before the night rolls around. if you’re afraid of heights, then he’ll take you to an arcade instead, and he actually ends up winning you a lot of prizes and gifts, which is exactly what he wanted, because he wanted to impress you, but you reassure him that spending time with him was more than enough, and he swore he felt butterflies in his stomach for the rest of the night. (he ended up not getting any sleep, he just thought about the date the whole night)

Gilda would most definitely take you out shopping, buying clothes and plushies, and overall just having a fun time. she helps you look for outfits and accessories she knows you’ll love, and has you try them on like you’re on a runaway as she’s complimenting you and cheering you on endlessly! if you’re more self-conscious, she’ll hug you and let you know that you’re absolutely gorgeous, and that nothing could ever change that..

(bonus if Gilda almost gets into a fight with a Karen for being “too loud” while she’s cheering you on)

[scarfacemarston]

Harvey Dent & Two Face Fluff Alphabet

I promised I'd write this and here it is! It's long, but I'm writing for two people. I worked hard on this, so if you could note or reblog, it would mean everything to me! This has multiple ships mentioned including Harvey/Gilda, BruHarvey and a potential x reader. A - Affection (how do they show affection to their s/o)

He tends to fit all five love languages regarding how he shows affection. However, he is very physical, and heaps praise on his partner.  He'll tell them how much they mean to them and everything he loves about them. He is very much so the romantic and will show up with flowers or surprise dinners out. Two Face shows love through gifts and sex. He tends to be either impersonal and nonchalant about gifts, or he can talk about how you deserve it but be a bit possessive because you're his partner. 

B - Best Friend (what are they like as a best friend?)

Loyal to a fault. He's the type to drop everything he possibly can to help someone. He'd go to extra lengths and pull strings for people if he had to. He's a great person to lean on and gives excellent advice. Two Face actually has some of the same qualities, but it comes across as gruff or in between the lines. 

C - Cuddling (do they like to cuddle? And how would they do it?)

Yes. One of Harvey's love languages is physical touch, but that changed a bit after the acid attack. He doesn't believe anyone wants to touch him and will stiffen if you do. Two Face insists that he hates anyone touching him - and he does, but with the right person, he absolutely melts. Harvey was very handsy with Gilda and loved cuddling in bed at night, in the early morning, watching TV, etc. 

D - Domestic (do they want to settle down? How good are they at cooking and cleaning)

Harvey has always wanted a family in whatever way he can, whether with Gilda, Bruce, or another partner. He definitely wants the "traditional family" in terms of spouse of any gender, children, a safe house and pets. Harvey is perfectly able to cook and clean for himself. However, he did live the busy bachelor workaholic lifestyle, so his meals weren't always the greatest. It was whatever he could find quickly on the way home or leftovers. But he can cook! He loves cooking with his partner, even if food is more challenging to eat at this point in time. Harvey can sometimes be messy if he's working on a case and has an "organized" mess. Two Face isn't a slob and is likely to also have an organized mess at times, which can make things very confusing for others. 

E - Ending (if they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Harvey would want to talk it out. He would be empathetic but very clear. He wants it to be amicable if possible. However, if you did something to him, Harvey could be just as cold as Two-Face can be. Two-Face is more blunt and to the point and can be callous. His attitude is more like, "When your time's up, it's up."  

F - Fiancé (how do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Harvey absolutely wants to settle down and get married to a partner - if it's the right one. We see it in BTAS, and we see how seriously he takes commitment in the comics. Once the acid attack occurs, he doesn't think he'll ever have that chance again. It'll take a lot of convincing for him (AND Two-Face) to believe they're worth it. Harvey is more depressed, but Two Face is more bitter. Two Face is always ready for someone to be rid of him, so he'll do it first. Both can be part of a committed relationship, and Harvey would especially love it, but it'll take time and trust. I would say that Harvey would like to date a minimum of a year to two years before getting married, but if the moment feels right, he might pop the question earlier. 

G - Gentle (how gentle they, both physically and emotionally?)

Harvey can be incredibly gentle and tender. He's not as sensitive as people sometimes paint him as, but he does feel things. Two-Face can be gentle. He's not always yelling or a raging bomb—he's far more nuanced than that. Harvey can be very soft-spoken and a genuinely calming individual to be around. 

H: Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?) Harvey didn't give a lot of people hugs outside of his closest friends before the attack. He didn't receive many, either, growing up. His mother was the only person he can remember hugging him. Sometimes, people would hug him on the campaign trail, but he still wasn't exactly a fan of it. However, it's a very different story with people he loves. He loves wrapping his arms around his partner from behind while working, cooking, cuddling, whatever. His hugs are always tight, secure, and safe. After the incident in the courtroom, he doesn't want or believe he deserves hugs. They make him and Two-Face very uncomfortable. He is more likely to stiffen or even push them away. However, people like Harley will jump and hug him anyway. 

I: I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Harvey feels intensely. BTAS shows that he falls in love fast and hard. I don't think he was with Grace that long before proposing. We know he proposed to Pamela very quickly, but he was under the influence of her plant hormones, so that doesn't count. I would say that Harvey would try to wait for the right moment to declare his love, but the time could vary. Two Face… isn't the best at declaring his love. It comes across as rough and possessive, as seen in the comics. He'll say it, but he's more likely to find roundabout ways to show he cares. 

J: Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they're jealous?)

Yes, absolutely, Harvey and Two-Face get jealous. Just because Harvey is the nicer one doesn't mean he doesn't have his own issues. Some of him will be angst over it, but overall, he's more likely to grab his partner by the hand and give them the most passionate kiss. Two Face is more likely to grab his partner by the waist and glare menacingly while pulling you away from the situation. You're his partner. 

K: Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you?)

Harvey kissed Gilda quite often, and if he had been with Bruce or another partner, it would have been the same. Now, it's very awkward for him. He feels very self-conscious. He'd ask why would you want to kiss him when he's missing half his lips? Two-Face would take it as a "See? They don't really love us."....but he can definitely be proven wrong. Harvey is passionate - often romantic, but not always. There's a fire to his kisses, and that fire returns once he feels comfortable again. Two-Face, again, is possessive and dominating. He doesn't hurt you, but it's definitely a "You're my partner and don't you forget it" type of thing. Harvey likes to kiss your neck because, as an added bonus, it usually leads to something more.

L: Little Ones (How are they with kids?)

I would imagine Harvey was great with kids. It was something he truly wanted with Gilda. I can see him not having an issue holding Jim or his co-worker's kids or babysitting any nieces or nephews he'd have. Two-Face doesn't hate kids, but he doesn't really want anything to do with them. He doesn't want the staring and the poking and prodding that kids do. However, I think it'd be possible for Two-Face to warm up to a kid…if the circumstances were right. 

M: Mornings (How are mornings spent with them?)

Before the day in the courtroom, mornings were rushed. If he wanted to spend time with Gilda, he'd have to get up around 5:00 am, but he'd never want to wake her. It was usually him doing his morning routine for work, potentially remembering to grab a bagel, grab some coffee, whispering to Gilda that he loves her, and leave. On the weekends, he'd sleep in a bit, but his body would still get him up pretty early. He didn't mind it, but that doesn't always mean he'd get out of bed. Sometimes, the mornings would be spent cuddling, having sex, making a proper breakfast together, and talking about running errands or something fun they could do that day. After the courtroom incident, he began his crime spree and took on a more nocturnal routine. Good look, getting him up before 1 am or 2 am. He and Two-Face MIGHT concede to see you earlier, but that's not easy for him at this point. 

N: Night (How are nights spent with them?)

With Harvey, he would work late into the night on case files or meet up with Jim and Batman. Again, he didn't sleep too often unless his body was about to give out. However, when his workaholic tendencies weren't getting to him, he'd try his best to be home by 6:00 pm and have dinner with Gilda. He didn't usually watch TV in the evenings - Gilda forbade the news, saying he had enough of that during the day………..BUT, he would watch reruns of Star Trek if he was feeling nostalgic or depressed. Sometimes, he'd read before bed, whether it was a law book, a mystery novel, or, surprising to some - a comic book. Sex was also on the table.

Afterward, he and Two-Face spend most of their nights planning heists, organizing crimes, figuring out how to deal with his opponents, avoiding the Bat, recruiting people to work for them, or dealing with the mob - something he still hates. He doesn't really do anything for fun. However, he and Two-Face drink and sometimes smoke - sometimes he visits the Iceberg lounge, but overall, it's still work, work, work. A romantic partner would HAVE to pull him and Two-Face away from their work, which would not be easy. However, the more they fall in love, the more they will set aside time for you. 

O: Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?) Despite Harvey being warm and personable, he was cautious not to reveal much about himself. He'd often deflect questions about himself to the other person. He is also very slow to reveal much to himself to friends or even romantic partners. Revealing bits about himself always made him anxious because he was ready for blowback. When is he going to be too much for the other person? Two Face is even more secretive about himself and has a similar idea to Harvey.

P: Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Harvey is often very patient. He had to focus on his goals and all the hurdles that got in his way. However, he's not infallible. Contrary to popular belief, Harvey has just as much anger as Two-Face; it just comes out slightly differently. Two-Face can be patient, but he's known for his hair-trigger temper for a reason.

Q: Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every detail in passing, or do they kind of forget? ) Harvey and Two-Face have a great memory. Part of it was from their law days of remembering all sorts of laws and stipulations as well as complex case files. His job was to be detail-oriented and notice what could be easily missed. That said, it is canon that Harvey sometimes forgot holidays. Two Face is actually quite good with his memory and reading people as well. Both get it from dealing with criminals and remembering grudges or allies.

That said, it can be used for "good" in intrapersonal relationships. They won't forget your birthday or anniversary, your favorite color, or how you got that scar. 

R: Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

It's predictable and maybe a bit lame, but the moment you told them that, you not only accepted them but loved THEM. The two of you had been cuddling on the sofa, sitting quietly, enjoying some movie you were only half paying attention to when you said it sleepily to them. They didn't think they heard you right. Two Face simply figured you meant Harvey only. But then you clarified, and despite the pain it gave him, Harvey and Two-Face smiled genuinely with a tenderness only you could see. Two Face loved watching you tell of the Penguin for insulting him. It was both hilarious and heartwarming ----even if he did have to boost security around you for a while.

With Gilda, It was when she told him to pack a weekend bag and get in the car. He was immediately suspicious but followed her directions only to see that she had rented a cabin for them in the woods, but not far outside of a picturesque town. The two split their time between hiking and fishing (Which they sucked at), having sex, and playing tourist in the town. It meant so much to him that someone A. took control (he loved that about Gilda, and he would love that in any relationship.) B. Cared so much about him that they gave everything up.

S: Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?) Harvey and Two-Face are both very protective, verbally and physically. They know how to fight with their fists and are incredibly gifted with their guns. They're also fearless. Verbally, it's effortless for them to tell someone off or make someone wither under their words.

They will NOT let anything happen to you, or else they'd punish themselves for the rest of their life.  As for him being protected, being loyal is good enough for him. Sticking up for him or supporting him is also huge. Is it obvious? Yes, but it's something he has so little of.

T: Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, and gifts?)

Harvey puts an incredible amount of effort into dates, anniversaries, and gifts. HOWEVER, sometimes he has to make up for dates or anniversaries because of his work. He would never intentionally miss something that important. He's a very thoughtful gift-giver. He doesn't believe in buying people's affection, but he does want to treat them from time to time, so expect nice but thoughtful gifts! He can be a bit of a traditionalist in that he will bring flowers to his partner on date night or just because he can. Two Face remembers dates well, but he is more likely to have the attitude of "Yeah, I got you something. No big deal" in a devil-may-care type of way. 

U: Ugly (What would be a bad habit of theirs?)

Besides his anger boiling up at in opportune moments or lack of sleep, I would say clenching his jaw. It gives him a lot of tension headaches. Two Face also clenches his jaw, but he grinds his teeth a lot too. 

V: Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Harvey knows he's handsome but prefers not to dwell on it. He hates the idea that he's a "pretty boy lawyer." He wants people to focus on him as a lawyer and his accomplishments—not his looks. That said, he is always well put together and has high standards for himself, even as Two-Face. 

W: Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

No. He wouldn't. However, he and Two-Face would convince themselves that they are fine with being alone and that they deserve it. Whether it's Gilda or the reader, Harvey will pine for them, and their partner will always have a place in his heart, even years later.

X: Xtra (A random headcanon for them)

Harvey is a fantastic singer. He could be quite the crooner and sings a lot of songs that are Frank Sinatra and Rat Pack-esque. It's like you stepped into the 50s. He also appreciates a lot of Motown music.

Z: Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

Harvey is an insomniac. It's something he's always struggled with. Part of it is physiology, but part of it was his attempt to avoid nightmares. This carries on after the acid attack. It was something else that gave him and Two-Face night terrors. Plus, he deals with chronic pain as a result of the acid attack, age, stress, and fighting. Additionally, he gets pounding headaches, and his bad eye brings him a lot of pain.

[nerdysleepybunny]

This TPN joke is pretty overused but I saw the “Ray’s birthday was pretty lit” joke and choked on my fucking water. 😭 It’s so wrong but so funny. 💀💀💀

[loneworldgazer]

✧

Emma

Seeing You In A Suit

Crush Rejects Her

Daydreamer!Reader

Norman

Seeing You In A Suit

Daydreamer!Reader

Ray

Seeing You In A Suit

Daydreamer!Reader

Gilda

Seeing You In A Suit

Crush Rejects Her

Don

Seeing You In A Suit

Daydreamer!Reader

Isabella

nothing yet :>>

Krone

nothing yet :>>

Phil

Headcanons

Oliver

Emotionless!Reader

[scarfacemarston]

Hit me with one!

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28. Lucky Charm

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31. Make a Wish

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Last Year's Favorites

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Challenge "Make it Fluffy!"

Alt 6: Gravestone

Alt 7: Getting Revenge

Alt 8: Written but never sent

Alt 9: Suddenly Severed Communication

Alt 10: Rejected, Betrayed, Exiled, Left Behind

[yandere-writer-momo]

I wanted to make Harvey/ Two Face incredibly selfish. Hope everyone enjoys 💕

Yandere Batman Shorts:

Together Once More

Yandere Harvey Dent x Female Reader

There was no doubt that Harvey was forever a changed man. Gone was half of his righteous side and replaced with the wicked scarred half that only sought out chaos and crime.

Yet he still dreamed of the life he had given up… of the love he so foolishly let slip between his fingers. He missed his precious childhood friend… his (your name).

It’s been almost five years since he last saw her… before he married his treacherous ex wife, Gilda. Before he began to pose as the holiday killer. Before he found out she had been involved with one of the men he killed and was going to have a child. Before his descent into madness as everyone around him failed him.

Harvey knew (your name) would have never abandoned him nor left him to drown alone… she would have held his cheeks and reassured him. She would have followed him… but Harvey was the one who was blind. The one who abandoned her when she voice concern on Gilda’s intentions with him.

(Your name) was right about everyone in his life. She always had a knack for that, to know one’s own demons inside without ever truly digging into their past. And yet he chose to remain stubborn in his blind loyalty to a woman he barely knew compared to her… but he would make it up to her. (Your name) would forgive him, she always did.

So here he was outside a studio apartment with a bouquet in his hand. It took him and Two Face a while to find her exact location but she was here.

Harvey adjusted his split suit, the sweat began to pool down his neck and into his dress shirt from the nerves. His scarred hand’s grip on the bouquet tightened. Would she be happy to see him?

He knocked on the door twice and (your name) opened the door almost immediately. Her delicate stature tilted her head in curiosity.

“Hello- Harvey?” (Your name) furrowed her brow.

“It’s been so long…” She looked beautiful. Not that she wasn’t before, but now he was able to truly see her… and she was breathtaking. How could he have overlooked her for all these years?

“It has been.” (Your name) sighed. “But there is no doubt in my mind that you want something from me. So let’s save the small talk, what do you want?”

Harvey froze as realization washed over him. He never did come to her for anything other than his own selfish reasons, did he? He always did take advantage of her abnegation when it came to him…

“You were right…” Harvey muttered under his breath. “You’re always right when it comes to these sorts of things, and I… I’m sorry.”

“Ah… so you’re here for an apology?”

(Your name) glanced him up and down, “I don’t forgive you.”

Harvey felt his heart stop in his chest. What did she mean? She always forgave him…

“It’s been half a decade since we last have seen each other.” (Your name) told him. “People change. I have changed… I am uninterested in being involved with you.”

“Doll, I’m sorry-“ But (your name) held her hand up to stop him from speaking further.

“You burned the bridge and it cannot be rebuilt.” (Your name) told him. “You ignored all forms of contact I attempted to make, and now you must lie in the bed you made.”

(Your name) tried to shut the door, but Two Face decided he wasn’t going to have it. He shoved his foot in the door.

“Now you may not want to forgive him, but it may be wise not to lump me with him.” (Your name) just glanced at him. “I’m not as nice and I’m certainly not taking no for an answer.”

(Your name) was shocked when he forced the door open, the villain now in her quaint home. A smirk on his lips when he spotted a single photo of the two of them together still on the wall.

“Changed? It seems you’re still fond of me.” (Your name) gasped when he grabbed her by her wrist and pulled her to him. His hands now holding her waist. “I’m here to give you what you want, darling. All of me… I won’t leave you ever again.”

Two Face pressed a kiss to her cheek which made her shiver in disgust at how the sensation felt like two different men were kissing her.

“We will never be separated again. Not by others and not even by death.”

[thesunisatangerine]

against all odds (to wait for you is all i can do) – part six

alexia putellas x photojournalist!reader

warnings: explicit descriptions of violence, blood, and death

(a/n in the tags) [parts: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve]

word count: 3.3k

You had to get out of there.

Tremors shook the ground as another shell made impact somewhere far to your right but it was close enough that the explosion left your ears ringing. You flattened your back further against the fallen wall behind you when you heard the unmistakeable sound of gunfire, the rubble that cut into your skin barely registered in your mind from the adrenaline that rushed through you. But the cacophony of noise amalgamated into something continuous, something malevolent and cruel; something that promised death in its wake. 

Bullets embedded themselves in a column, a wall, a body–everywhere–and fine pieces of debris flew and pelted against the exposed skin of your cheeks and against your helmet. Your eyes watered from the fine powder of pulverised cement and the oppressive heat, while your lungs were smothered by smoke and a choking stench–something like freshly-laid asphalt mixed with the distinct, rancid smell of burnt human flesh, sulphuric and sharp. 

Through lidded eyes you witnessed the depravity; the extent of humanity’s appetite for senseless destruction and anarchy. It was total chaos–no, it was worse than that: it was butchery and brutality at its finest; a type of hell on earth.

All around you were bodies upon bodies, men and women alike–children. Their faces, frozen and pallid, permanently bore imprints of terror and agony; their crooked fingers and still eyes fixated to the sky imploring in violent judgment–resentful and anguished in their silence–the unspoken question: 

Why?

Why? 

Why?

Everything overwhelmed you all at once: the sight and the smell made your stomach churn to no end. Even when you heaved the remnants of your stomach to the ground, the nausea remained, pulsing and gnawing.

Wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, you brought your camera to your eye and you willed the shaking in your bones to still. 

You took a shot. 

Another round of bullets splattered to a nearby wall and this time, you threw yourself front-first to the ground and you felt the rhythm of your heart reverberating against the mud. And a sinking feeling hit you. You’d bore witness to many conflicts, faced mortal peril, and was familiar to death like it was an old friend. Each time you were in such a situation, hopelessness never got the better of you–it was like you’d always known you were going to make it out each time. 

This time it was different, you could feel it in your bones. You were going to die here and it wasn’t a matter of if, just when and how. 

But you had a job. If you were going to die, you would die being the mouthpiece for the ones who’d already been silenced–from their premature deaths or from the hand of the power meant to protect them or both–to show the world what they’d suffered, what they’d sacrificed.

With that in mind, you steeled yourself. You loaded your camera with another ring of film, fingers stiff from the cold and marred by blood and mud, and you captured the scene.

Repeat.

There were people screaming, running, clamouring for survival. As you moved with them, you kept an eye out for other survivors who needed help to get out of there. You scanned the faces for the familiar ones of Jones and Gilda but they were nowhere to be seen. You’d lost track of them after the initial explosion and the chaos that followed so the only thing you could do now was to look for them as you went and hope for their safety. 

Meter by meter, inch by inch, you moved slowly away from the direction of gunfire. You were farther ahead now but the gunners were still dangerously close, still close enough to be able to catch up to where you were if they continued their pursuit, so you remained crouched and cautious for any sound that could indicate danger. 

When you came across the rubble of a fallen building–freshly destroyed by artillery from the smoke that came from it–you heard a whimper. It startled you; the softness of the sound barely pierced through the ringing in your ear but when you peered under a slab of concrete braced by a rugged beam, you caught sight of a scene that shattered what was left of your heart.

In the shadows, big eyes that you could not mistaken belonged to a child shone with terror, a little girl that looked no more than ten years of age, her mouth partly open in fear. You could discern another person next to the child but they weren’t moving at all and from the blood smeared on the girl’s cheek, you had a sinking feeling that the other person was dead. 

Gunfire echoed somewhere behind you and you flinched at its closeness. How did they get so close so fast? You needed to get the both of you out of there. If you could save this child’s life then maybe, just maybe, your life was worth something after all. 

You raised both of your hands up and spoke gently, hoping the little girl would be able to understand that you were there to help as you stooped to fit through the gap. The child hesitated and receded further back into the rubble so you tried again as you inched closer to where the other person laid unresponsive, patient despite the ever-closing sound of shots being fired. 

You reached the other person–a woman–and when you placed two fingers against her pulsepoint and found no rhythm, you bit your quivering lip and looked at the child, chest heavy. And as if the little girl finally understood that you meant no harm, she inched towards you and placed her small hand in your open one. With a firm yet gentle grip on the girl, you guided the both of you out of the rubble.

Once outside, you carried the little girl behind a wall, heart breaking when you felt her shiver and at the fact that it took little effort carry to her for she weighed so little. And now with light and cover, you inspected the little girl.

To your relief, other than the trail of flaking blood that originated from the crown of her head and on her cheeks, the little girl looked like she didn’t sustain any other physical injuries. Satisfied for the time being you began to tend to her, gave her water and what little food you had on you, and then wiped away the blood.

After she finished, you detached the velcro of your bulletproof vest and unbuckled your helmet before you put them on the little girl. Then you hoisted the girl up on your back, leaving your camera dangling heavily on your chest.

You managed to sneak across the district without being noticed but you knew the danger was never far away. A little farther on, you began to recognise key landmarks that let you know you were close to the base you came from. So even when the muscles in your legs protested for you to rest, you pushed on.  

Not a moment later though did loud shots fill the air and immediately, you fell to the ground, feeling fine rubble and shrapnels cut into the side you landed on as you manoeuvred your body so that the child wouldn’t get hurt. The little girl cried out and adrenaline coursed through your veins, instinct driving you to keep the child safe so you pushed the two of you against a nearby wall, your back to the open space while you shielded the child with your body, her head safely caged between your arms and chest.

You craned your head over your shoulders to figure out where the shots were fired but then a feeling of lightness passed through you followed by a growing thickness at the back of your throat. You coughed, the force of it made you keel forward, and as you looked down you saw fresh blood splattered on the face of the girl, her eyes wide with horror as she looked up at you.

Then you felt it, a burning sensation that enveloped the entirety of your right side which left you cold. When you looked to your side your shirt clung to your skin, soaked with blood.

No. 

You sputtered again and you tried to breathe but the pain only intensified and instead of feeling relief, the act smothered you–it felt like you were drowning. Then everything began to blend together: the shapes lost their edges and some images doubled, but the light seemed to intensify on its own, swallowing all in its wake. Then you sagged forward and the ringing in you ears, too, blared unceasingly.

No.

You must… 

The child… 

Wait. 

Alexia–

“–are you okay?”

You started as Derek’s voice brought you from your reverie, your mind someplace else that you’d already forgotten but the feeling that you were missing something important lingered behind in the back of your mind.

“Huh?” 

“Honey, your brother’s been trying to get your attention for the past minute. Are you alright?” The familiar voice of your mom brought your focus to her. She sat at the head of the long table while Derek opposite you, and you found twin pairs of blue eyes looking at you with concern. Your mom stood, chair scraping against the tiled floor as she did and she made her way towards you. She put a palm over your forehead once she was close enough before she asked, “do you have a fever?”

“Mom, I’m fine. I’m just–” You began but suddenly, a wave of exhaustion came over you which left you cold. It was as if a sheet of ice was put over you and you felt the coldness cling to your bones, weighing you down as your body slowly began to freeze over. “I’m–I’m just tired. I think I’ll rest up now.” 

When you moved to stand, staggering slightly due to the weakness in your knees, Derek snatched your hands and clung to them, and you looked at him in alarm, eyes wide.

“Please, don’t. Don’t.” He said through gritted teeth, the corners of his mouth drooped low in a pained grimace, blue eyes glazed over and brows furrowed in a silent plea. 

His obsecration confused you and you were about to ask him why you shouldn’t rest if you felt tired when your mother placed a hand on your shoulder, her grip gentle yet firm. You turned to her and when you found her gaze, she wore the same expression as your brother. 

“You’re brother’s right, honey. Just–please, just stay with us for a bit more.” 

What was going on? Why weren’t they letting you go?

Another wave of fatigue doused over you but this time, pain erupted from your chest. So intense was it that it nearly made you keel over the table, nails digging into its hard surface as you tried to catch your breath but with each inhale the more it felt like you were running out of air.

“I’ll–I’ll join you in a bit. I just… I just need a nap.” You staggered to your feet, pulling your hands away from Derek’s grip with the remaining strength you had and brushed off your mom’s protest.

As you passed the full-body mirror just beside your bedroom door, you saw your reflection, haggard and pale, and with her were the familiar silhouettes of the people that haunted you… your mother and father. They stood there behind you–your mother to your right and your father to the left–but you only found an empty space where they stood when you whipped your head back to look for them.

So there you stood, rooted in front of the mirror as you soaked their images in but for some reason, your couldn’t quite discern their faces. They were blurred; it was as if someone had swiped their thumb over the freshly laid ink of their image and made their features indecipherable. 

Longing prompted you to reach out a hand to try and trace the lost edges of their faces but instead of meeting the mirror’s smooth surface like you expected, your fingers sank into the mirror like it was made of water. Quickly, in fear that it would hurt you, you retracted your hand and you watched in awe as the mirror image went still again, back to the reflection of yourself and your parents.

Then out of curiosity you plunged your hand again into the mirror and instead of feeling pain, you felt… nothing. The sensations in your hand in the mirror stopped as if it had ceased to exist completely. 

Would it soothe then the pain in your body if you stepped into it?

The thought tempted you and you stepped forward, ready to sink into this silver miracle, but something stopped you–a weight on your shoulder pulled you back from the mirror. You staggered backwards, caught off guard from the force of it, but when you looked back you found nobody however this time, when you returned your attention to the mirror, the reflection of your parents was gone. 

Emotions bubbled in your throat, bitter grief and burning confusion a familiar taste on your tongue. Where did they go? Why did they leave you? And as these questions filtered through your mind, another wave of exhaustion doused over you, its weight was unbearable. You needed relief, and soon.

You were ready to step into the mirror–into oblivion–but it wasn’t there anymore. In fact, everywhere you looked there was nothing, just negative space as if the light had dissolved all existence but you. You looked down and you saw your reflection on the still water you were apparently standing on. 

It was so still, so peaceful, and you feel so heavy. It would be easy to just sink into this blissful nothingness–this silence–after… that’s right, after having witnessed the revolting boil of humanity’s thirst for blood. Yes, that was it, the reason you were here: you were here to forget. 

The longer you stared into the water, the more your will to remain standing frayed. 

Not a moment later, you let yourself be plunged downwards into the cold water. Into nothingness. 

You woke with a start, breathing sharply as you did, the sensation of falling still with you and the memory of the dream you just had lingered. It was about… what was it?

When you opened your eyes, you found golden light and you squinted at the stream of the early sun that found its way through the gap between the heavy curtains. Your cheek was warm against Alexia’s bare back and you relished the way her muscles shifted beneath her skin as she breathed, still deep asleep. 

With her so close like this a sense of peace and calm washed over you, the kind that only Alexia’s presence could provide. You turned your head slightly and shifted closer to her, pressing a soft kiss on one of her shoulder blades before you nuzzled the nape of her neck where her scent was most prominent.

You sighed as you breathed her in.

“What are you up to back there?” Alexia’s voice, rough and heavy from slumber, met your ears and the question elicited a small laugh from you.

“Nothing. Just getting comfortable.”

Alexia hummed then she murmured, “come here.”

You moved as she began to turn and disappointment filled you from the separation but when she pulled you into her embrace after she settled on her back, the disappointment quickly faded away. And when she kissed you, soft and languid, everything melted away except for the tender warmth of Alexia’s lips.

You were content.

Suddenly, a gnawing feeling seeped into the edges of your mind and, little by little by little, apprehension filled you. There was something you’d forgotten, somewhere you needed to be.

You pulled away from Alexia’s lips. “What time is it?”

“Don’t go.”

Her answer jarred you. You lifted yourself up on your elbow and considered Alexia, confused as to why she would say such a thing. She knew you had to go. How could you not go? Where else could you possibly be? So you asked her as much.

“No, you don’t have to. Please.” Alexia placed a hand on your cheek, her eyes glassy. You sighed, turned your cheek away from her touch, and extricated yourself from her warm embrace. You stood at the foot of the bed and regarded Alexia again who was now sitting up, the sheets pooled around her waist, her chest bare, shoulders hunched forward as she looked at you. You only shook your head before you went into the en suite bathroom to get ready.

Once you got in the shower you, unsurprisingly, thought of Alexia and your confusion returned twofold. Why was she making this difficult? She knew you had to go. You already told her… 

At that thought, you frowned as you tried to remember. When did you tell her? Why did you need to leave? The questions were beginning to make your head hurt so you left the shower, wrapped yourself in a towel and headed to the closet. In there, you found your stack of simple white clothes. You picked a white shirt and a matching pair of jeans and you made your way to the bedroom door. 

As you passed by the bed, you saw Alexia just as you left her and from where you stood, you saw how small she looked. And those eyes… they shone with something you could only name as plea, the tears in them now in danger of falling. 

Your chest ached and so did your head. 

You shook your head and made your way to Alexia, pressed an apologetic kiss against her temples, then you moved to the door.

You opened it and an abyss greeted you, a world of no outlines, shape nor colour, just a brilliant white that called to you. Its pull was magnetic, like a tide that wanted to sweep you away, but there was something keeping you in place, an invisible tether and it was anchored to the woman sitting in your bed.

“Please, don’t go.”

You had one foot out of the door when Alexia spoke with such gentleness you couldn’t do anything but look over your shoulder. The sight of her crying made the pounding in your temples unbearable and the pain in your chest blazed anew, excruciating and cruel. The world blurred and warmth slipped down your cheeks. 

Why were you crying? Why was this difficult? You had to leave, you were about to miss something important.

“Alexia, why?” You sobbed, clutching your chest. It hurt.

She was out of the bed now, right beside you, and she reached out and cupped your face with one hand, the other went to your hand on the door handle. Her touch that used to soothe you, that used to bring you peace and clam, sent pain to every nerve in your body. You gasped, your chest was in danger of bursting and your knees lost their strength. And then you remembered why you needed to leave: you needed this pain to disappear; you had to get better.

Finally, your knees buckled under your weight but Alexia was there to catch you, her body strong and firm, and oh, so warm.

“Alexia, please let me go,” you sobbed into her arms. 

Everything hurt. But she held you, unyielding.

“Stay. Please, stay with me,” she whispered in your ear and the words were followed by another wave of pain. This time, you screamed in agony and clawed at Alexia’s shoulders to get yourself away but still, she didn’t budge.

“I got you. I got you. I got you,” she repeated as every nerve in your body screamed at you. Everything coalesced into a singular, never-ending noise but Alexia’s voice pierced through the veil like a silver lining, a life line that you held onto as you were washed away into an ocean of light.

[scarfacemarston]

Oh, he's such a problematic fave and I'm not even sorry. Like, excuse me. I'm weak. Please, someone send me a request. NSFW very welcome. : D

How on-point do Two-Face’s eyebrows look tho? Like damn Mr. Dent, what kind of brow kit are you using? Can we get a tutorial? 

[fandomnerd9602]

Can you please make incorrect quotes for Gilda Dent (here she is Harvey's sister) x male Falcone reader where Gilda finds out that Y/N is actually The Holliday Killer who unalived Falcone and Maroni families for what happened to their relationships and their unborn child (Gilda and Y/N never stopped being in relationships) (here Harvey never became Two Face since Y/N already crossed Sal Marroni's name out of the list)

(Batman The Long Halloween animated movies)

Y/N sets down his weapons in front of Batman…

Y/N: it’s done

Gilda runs up and hugs Y/N…

Gilda: you did all this, for me?

Y/N: yeah. You and—

Y/N gently rubs her belly. The two lock eyes…

Gilda: she’s a little fighter you know. Just like her daddy

Y/N: gotta protect you. I love you Gilly

The two kiss one last time and Y/N heads over to Batman…

Y/N: I’m ready

Batman: why? All I see is a good man, protecting the woman he loves

Batman turns and walks away…

[recreationalfanfics]

Yandere Two-Face x Gn! Reader drabble

Doll is used as a term of endearment but gn bc tbh, that's peak endearment ngl.

Harvey knows its wrong.

Harvey knows it won't end the way he wants it to, he wasn't even sure if he wanted you or if it was the pain of losing Gilda, but he knew it would only end up with you hurt. Maybe even worse. He tries to use the coin to figure out ways to get over you. Heads, he lifts weights at the court yard to try and get his mind off of you. Tails, he tries to strike up a conversation with some of the other loonies. Yeah, it hurt his head to hear them ramble and babble about who knows what, but it hurt even more having to think about you.

You, his favorite psychiatrist. One who would start off each session with a simple coin toss. Heads, you talk to Harvey first. Tails, you talk to Two-Face. He hates all the times you landed on tails, all the times that monster got to speak to you instead of him, all the times that no-good-gangster got to lavish in your attention and he didn't. However, it's what fate chose and he knew all to well that fate had it out for him, because if it wasn't then maybe you two could have met under different circumstances. He liked when you looked at him, he wasn't sure how to explain it, but he knew when you did. The way your eyes would soften along with his tone and mannerisms when he finally got to switch off with that bastard. It made him smile, almost shy perhaps. He missed it, he missed you, but he closed his eyes and groaned as his thoughts once more came back to you. Rubbing his face with his hands, he rolled over onto his back as his brain was at war with itself.

He needed to stop thinking about you. About you in his arms as you stare at him lovingly with those haunting (e/c) eyes, at images of him flipping a coin to decide if he should surprise you with breakfast in bed or by doing all the laundry, or at the idea of you no longer having to work and staying at home for him, your eyes lighting up as he walked through the door and running up to him excitedly with open arms. It won't come true, he knows it, but he wanted it to so badly.

Two-Face doesn't care.

Ever since your transfer to Iron Gate in Central City, he had become more unruly, more prone to violence and roughousing with other inmates and becoming an overall pain in the ass to all the staff. Harvey'll try and rationalize it for him, that you were a psychologist and that he was just another patient to you, but you can't rationalize with someone who isn't concerned reason and logic. Instead, Two-Face was more concerned that something of HIS was walking around the world, unchecked and unsupervised, and ANYONE could try and get their grubby little mitts all over you. The very idea got his fingers curling into a fist and his knuckles aching to be uppercutting some poor unsuspecting victim. He was mad at the other quacks who thought they could reach the same places you reached, he was mad at the prison warden for approving your transfer to Iron Heights, but he was mostly mad at you for going.

While Harvey skulked, Two-Face schemed. All he could think about were plans to escape Arkham, hunt you down, and drag you back to Gotham. Right where you belonged, beside him. At first, he was just becoming more prone to "disruptive outbursts" but all Arkham inmates get rowdy here and then, then he started becoming difficult during therapy sessions. Not that he wasn't in the first place but with you gone, he didn't want to talk to someone who had the audacity to sat where you sat, who tried to flip a coin and pretend to understand him like you did. Not that you were pretending, deep down, you did understand. You understood that deep down, Harvey Dent was still in there...but you also understood that at the end of the day, Two-Face was staying and never talked about him like he was some imaginary figure Harvey made up in his head that will be cured after a few sessions and a little surgery. It's what he liked most about you, you gave him due respect.

At least he thought you did until you left. It doesn't matter, though, because you're coming back home. Walking out of Arkham Asylum during another prison break, his boys were quick to pick up their boss and give him the run down on you, handing him candid photos of your new day-to-day life. You're just the sweetest when you're oblivious to danger, you know that?

"Should we really do this? I could be putting them in more danger, but maybe this also isn't a bad thing...No, it doesn't change the fact it's still wrong!"

"Quit your whining, Harvey. If you're so concerned about what we should do or not, flip for it."

He takes out his infamous coin. Heads; they change their mind and just drive back to base, another day, another crime in Gotham City. Tails; they prepare a pretty little cell for you and get ready for your little return to Gotham. He throws it up in the air, his eyes staring up at it. His eye on the right is pleading and anxious, waiting for the coin to tell him what to do so he could stop feeling so guilty about wanting to have you to himself. The left side was tense but also maliciously giddy as the coin then fell into the palm of his hand. His fingers curled around it like a fist and he's about to open it to reveal the result of their toss...but he never does.

Instead with a deep sigh, he pockets the coin and he gives his boy's orders on how to observe you, on how to get ready for your return.

"I'm sorry, (Y/n), but this is for your own good." Harvey apologizes, standing before your fearful form in your new apartment.

"No it ain't, you just belong to me. Simple as that, doll~" Two-Face boasts, grabbing you by the wrist and pulling you to his chest.

Harvey knows its wrong, Two-Face doesn't care. Yet, no matter how you flip it, you were doomed either way because that's just what cruel fate had in store for you.

[scarfacemarston]

Ask me for the following characters! Abigail Marston Bucky Barnes Cullen Rutherford Fenris (Dragon Age) Harvey Dent Natasha Romanoff Yelena Belova Feel free to request others, though!

Relationship Alphabet

Hey guys! So here's a little Relationship Alphabet that I put together (using a couple different ones from tumblr, so it's by no means mine, but I drew from so many different ones and made modifications to the questions, so I wasn't quite sure how to credit 😅) for the 1.5K event!

Feel free to use it if you'd like 😊

Also, when requests open back up again (beyond just the event), this alphabet will be added to the ones that you can request from me (which, as of now, are the Yandere ABCs and the NSFW ABCs).

A) Attention. How much attention do they want in the relationship?

B) Baby. Do they want a family? Why/why not?

C) Cuddle. Do they like to cuddle and show affection? How?

D) Dates. What are dates with them like? What do they like to do? 

E) Equal. Do they prefer to be more dominant or submissive in the relationship?

F) Fights. How do they handle arguments? How quick are they to forgive?

G) Gratitude. How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them? 

H) Honesty. Are they honest with their s/o? How important is it to them in a relationship? 

I) Insight. How easy is it for them to read their partner? (Mood, thoughts, etc.)

J) Jealousy. Do they get jealous? If so, how easily? How do they deal with it?

K) Kiss. What are their kisses like? Who kissed who first?

L) Love. Who said “I love you” first? How often do they say it? When did they realize they were in love?

M) Marriage. Do they want to get married? How long do they have to be in the relationship beforehand? What would the marriage be like? 

N) Nickname. What are the nicknames they have for their s/o? Do they like when their s/o uses nicknames?

O) Open. How long does it take for them to open up to their s/o?

P) PDA. How do they feel about public displays of affection? What kind of PDA do they show?

Q) Quality Time. What do they like to do for quality time with their s/o?

R) Reunion. How do they react after being apart from their s/o? How do they cope when they’re away?

S) Sad. How do they cheer their s/o up when they are feeling down? How do they like to be cheered up?

T) Thrill. Do they need to try out new things to spice up your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine? 

U) Understanding. How well do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

V) Value. How important is the relationship to them? What is its worth in comparison to other things in their life?

W) Wild Card. A random relationship headcannon. 

X) Explicit. An NSFW headcannon. 

Y) Your Name. If they did get married to their s/o, who would take whose last name?

Z) Zz. How do they like to sleep with their partner? What time do they like to go to sleep/wake up, ideally? 

[nerdysleepybunny]

If you write for Don (The Promised Neverland), can you write hcs for him trying to confess to a confident, yet still kinda dense Reader? (And maybe once they get together, hcs for first kisses where Reader’s the one kissing him?)

YOU SENT THIS LITERALLY SO LONG AGO I’M SORRY. I currently have like no motivation for writing but I’ll try anyways, though my fics will likely be shorter than usual cuz brain dead. 🥲 Anywho thanks for the request, hope you enjoy!

🩷☁️N E R D Y S L E E P Y B U N N Y☁️🩷

Fandom(s): The Promised Neverland

Character(s): Don (ft. Gilda)

Reader: Gender neutral (they/you)

TW: Possibly ooc? I haven’t watched TPN in a hot minute so this might not be the best. 😭

Style: Long hcs

Summary: Don confessing and having a first kiss with a confident but slightly dense reader!

🩷☁️N E R D Y S L E E P Y B U N N Y☁️🩷

Mans is such a simp LMAO.

He’s just constantly watching you from afar, gazing and silently praising everything you do. You’re basically perfection in his eyes.

Everyone notices his stares except you.

He’s constantly talking to Gilda about you. You’re all that’s on his mind!

He watches you a lot whilst you hang out with your friends, imagining that you’re talking to him instead. They’ll notice him with heart eyes some ways away behind you, and tell you to turn around to look. But once you look, he’s gone. Hiding behind a corner breathing heavily with a bright red face. Poor baby. 😭

You always just assume that your friends are messing with you, no matter how much they swear up and down that you have a secret admirer. Though it isn’t very secret… Unless you count yourself.

When something happens that leads to you both needing to communicate, he’s a stuttering mess. The ENTIRE time. Doesn’t matter how long you two have been talking for. Boy is awkwarddddd.

I see him as the type to try and impress you from afar. He’ll be some ways away, waving to get your attention. Once your eyes are on him, he’ll do some cool trick, but of course mess it up. No matter what he was doing, he’ll end up on the floor. But you always laugh at his failed attempts, so he sees it as a win anyway! Gilda definitely slaps the poor boy. 😭

Speaking of Gilda, she’ll try time and time again to give Don relationship advice, but he always manages to mess it up in the silliest most unpredictable ways. He’ll laugh about it with you in the moment, but once you’re gone, mans is throwing a TANTRUM.

Does the whole “stupid stupid stupid!” chant in front of a mirror, even slapping himself a few times. Gilda definitely caught him and decided enough was enough.

You were fairly easy to talk to, so despite being shy herself, she walked up to you and asked you to meet her after dinner. You of course agreed, and the two of you even had some small talk! Gilda is a sweetheart. <3

OKAY BACK TO DON

She dragged Don to the meeting spot, not telling him that you’d be there as well. But once he saw you, boy went into a PANIC. You noticed this, and of course asked if he was okay.

“Hah, me?! Oh, yeah no, I’m fine~” Poor baby tried to do that elbow on the table lean BUT MISSED THE DAMN TABLE AND FELL 😭

Gilda watched him unamused and with her arms crossed, whilst you were laughing in the background. The shy girls always have the meanest “I’m so done with your shit” glare and you cannot tell me otherwise. Feeling intimidated, he laughed nervously and looked up to you, speaking shyly.

“Hah hah, guess I fell for you, huh?” This caused you to laugh even harder, whilst Gilda was kicking his sides, eventually forcing him to leave the room altogether.

“Since he won’t tell you, I will. Don has a crush on you.”

Que the shocked reader looking like 😧 (I’m so sorry but the TPN shock faces are so over the top I love them sm. 😭)

Don of course overheard and rushed back in the room, about to say some stupid shit (ily Don but please stfu you’re very extra 🤭) before you interrupted, confessing that you felt the same. The two of you haven’t talked very much, but when you did, it always resulted in you laughing! We love a silly little lad. :D

Gilda let out a sigh of relief, being able to sleep peacefully knowing her best friend could finally put the whole Y/N thing to rest. Booooy was she wrong.

Gilda got exactly ONE night of peaceful sleep. Not one peaceful morning, only a peaceful night. When Gilda woke up, she was immediately hit with a somehow maximum energy Don, ranting about nothing but you. Gilda will switch from shy girl to “if one more word comes out your mouth I will give you a more brutal death than the demons” REAL fast. Girly just wants to enjoy her breakfast. 😭

OKAY THIS IS GETTING LONG ONTO THE KISS

You most certainly initiate it lmaooo. It probably happens when he’s watching you like a creep.

You notice his stares and walk over to him with a smile, grabbing his face and giving him a peck on the lips.

RED FACE RED FACE RED FACE

Don can’t even process what just happened, but his body surely can. Mans is shaking in excitement before finally letting out a victory yell.

He gets super super shy later but shhh don’t tell him I said that. He’s a big strong man trust trust. 🤭

Please don’t tease him he will simply perish. (Please do mans won’t even be able to form a proper word 🤭)

Eventually he’ll start popping out of nowhere to beg you for a kiss, will literally annoy the shit out of you until you give in. Then he’ll just walk off saying “I love you!!” I love you too Don but omfs you did nottt need to do all of that. 😭

🩷☁️N E R D Y S L E E P Y B U N N Y☁️🩷

Gonna end it there, hope you enjoyed! I’m actually really happy with how this came out. :D

[mochie85]

To Have and To Hold - Chapter 8

THaTH Masterlist Complete Masterlist

Summary: Loki and Violet reunite. Violet gives birth. A/N: I wanna give a big thanks to @michelleleewise and @lokisgoodgirl for being my BETA readers and for helping me along with my unhinged ideas. Pairing: Loki x OFC/Reader Word Count: Over 1.8K Tags/Warnings: Pregnancy. Early labor. Pain. Dividers by: @firefly-graphics

The pain was blinding. Your vision was fading around the edges as you tried to focus on something, anything that might relieve the pressure taking over your lower body.  It was as if God himself wrapped his hand around your pelvis and back and squeezed. It came in full force, and He was not giving you any mercy.

You were taken to a brightly lit room. There were many people in black orderly uniforms standing alongside the walls, ready and willing to be of service. Two of them tended to you and took you away from Thor’s embrace. Hands were flying everywhere as they stripped you and placed you in a lightweight silk shift.

“Loki? Where’s Loki?” you cried out.

“Thor, fetch your brother,” Frigga whispered.

“But Father would never allow that,” he answered.

“I’ll deal with your father. You get Loki here any way you can. Do you hear me?”

“Yes, Mother.” Thor nodded as he ran out of the room.

“It’s too early. It’s too early,” you kept repeating to Bruce who was holding onto your hand.

“Vee, it’s gonna be ok.” Bruce squeezed your hand, and rubbed your shoulders, comforting you the only way he knew.

“Why…how, Bruce? It’s too early. Please…” you cried. “My baby.”

“I…I don’t know, Vee. But right now, let’s focus on getting that baby out.” He nodded, his nerves betraying him. “I’m sorry I’m not Loki. But I’ll be here for as long as you need me, ok?” You nodded as you breathed through your mouth.

In. Out. In. Out. The occasional screams of agony tear from your lungs as you try to wrap your head around what’s happening.

“Lady Violet, my name is Gilda. I’ll be your midwife today.” The woman said to you gently. You nodded at her while keeping Bruce right by your side. “We have set up the healer’s bath as a birthing pool for you, milady. The soul forge on top would be able to help us assess the baby and help you along. All right?” You nodded and agreed. “Ok let’s get you in.” Gilda went to your opposite side and helped walk you along to the bath.

“Do Asgardians normally give water births?” you asked, your curiosity winning over your wincing pain.

“Some do, milady. However, it is the preferred method of the Jotunns. And since…” Gilda looked up at you, contrite. “I apologize for being so bold, milady.”

“That’s all right. Since the baby is half Jotunn, you thought it would be significant to honor this method. I appreciate the fore…aaaahhhhhgggg…the forethought,” you screamed.

“Your contractions are getting closer together. Let’s get the soul forge over you and we can begin.”

“No! Wait! Loki. I need Loki. Please,” you begged.

“There isn’t much time, milady.”

Thor ran down the corridor. Beings of all shapes and sizes hollered and screamed at the sight of the god of thunder. Some were loud and angry for being put in there by the prince himself.

Thor descended one more flight of stairs until he found the one Loki was in privately. His cell was bright and furnished. A contrast to the dark and desperate appearance of Loki wallowing in the corner of the cell.

“Loki…” Thor huffed.

“You’re a tad too late, brother. The sentencing was done hours ago. It was stupendous!” Loki’s crooked smile didn’t reach his eyes.

“Loki!”

“I believe, Father tried to sell tickets…”

“LOKI! Will you shut your insufferable mouth for just one moment?!” Thor yelled and suddenly looked around to see if there were any guards in sight. Thor placed his hands on the lock by the door and the electric borders fell.

“What are you doing?” Loki asked confused. He got up, ready to run, not wanting to waste any time.

“I arrived with Bruce and Violet moments ago.”

“Violet is here?!” Loki asked shocked.

“Yes. She is in labor. Come I’ll fill you in on the way.”

“Where? What room?”

“Healer’s temple. The baths.” Thor said only seconds before Loki grabbed his arm and transported both of them into the hallway of the temple. Thor looked around to orient himself and pointed at the door to his left.

Loki didn’t waste any time as he opened the door and searched the vast room for you. Healers and dignitaries crowded around to bear witness to the birth of the next royal line. He heard you first before he saw you. Your screams of pain were loud and heartrending. “Darling.” He said pushing through the crowd. Running over to you. Reaching for you.

“Loki? Loki!” You held your hand out reaching for him too. And as you both crossed your fingers together and finally held each other, a sense of peace entered your body, making you lose your breath and hitch. He was here and he felt like home. Memories of those long nights sneaking behind the compound where his hands, the same hands that caressed your cheek and held your face, were now finally holding you.

Tears fell down your face as you held on to him tighter. You were afraid that if you let go, he would disappear. And you didn’t think you could handle that right now. “My beautiful Violet. I’m here. I’m here,” he whispered, leaning over you and kissing your forehead.  Loki started looking around. “Who the hell are all these people? Did you want them here?”

“I…I don’t know. I just thought…they needed to be here…” you answered.

“Everybody out!” Loki screamed as he pointed to the door.

“All right, you heard him! Anybody who is not necessary, out!” Thor yelled, ushering other bystanders and chambermaids. Frigga hugged both you and Loki tightly before leaving the room. Thor clapped his brother on the shoulder for support and followed his mother out.

“Loki. I watched her as best I could.” Bruce came up to him.

He shook Bruce’s hand, “I am grateful to you, my friend. I can never thank you enough for all that you’ve done for me…and my family.” Loki said holding you tighter. Bruce gave you a small kiss on the cheek as he said goodbye too and left the room. The only people who were left were Gilda and two other nursemaids.

Loki stripped bare down to his tunic. “Are you ready, my heart?” He asked as he picked you up and carried you over to the large tub. You shook your head as more tears fell from your face. You held on to your stomach as he lowered you down into the warm water. You were submerged up to your chest in the shallow tub. The shimmering fabric of your tunic floated around you like a halo making you look ethereal.

Loki stepped in shortly after you, making you pause. He pulled you gently in front of him as he sat behind you and cradled you in between his legs.

“I’m never letting you go again.” He said adamantly in your ear. You relaxed into Loki, his strong hands cradling your hips. His lean frame protecting you, lifting you up and supporting you, reminding you that you didn’t have to do this alone.

“I’m sorry, Loki,” you started to cry. “I’m so sorry.” You repeated the words in between your screams. Over and over. Loki shushed you wiping your tears, a useless endeavor with his wet hands.

Gilda stood at the foot of the tub as the two maidens placed the soul forge above you. She took one look at it and was about to say something, but you had screamed at the top of your lungs. You grabbed Loki’s knees and squeezed. Your fingernails digging into his skin.

“Ok, milady. Push.” Gilda ordered, kneeling down and reaching into the water.

“I’ve got you, Violet,” Loki said into your ear. You nodded, answering his devotion as you screamed out some more. Your head rolled back as he wiped the sweat off your brows. “You’re doing great, my love.”

After what seemed like hours of pushing, and breathing, you felt momentary relief. You felt your life, all the love and knowledge you had acquired since your birth, pushed out of your body. Your breathing came in easier but was still ragged. You sobbed when you saw Gilda pull your babe from the waters and heard the first cries of your newborn child.

Loki held onto your face, kissing you endlessly, sighing soft praises to you. “You did it, my love. You did it. You are radiant, mother goddess.”

You cried, extending your arms out to hold your baby. Gilda handed it to one of the maidens. “Tressa, place this mirakel in one of the smaller soul forges.” Gilda turned to you, seeing your look of anger and disappointment. “Not yet, milady. You still have one more to deliver.”

“One more?!” both you and Loki yelled out instantaneously. As if it were being summoned, you felt another contraction. Gilda pointed to the soul forge atop of you. “I was going to mention it, but there was no time.” You both looked up, and the quantum field generator showed you an image of another small baby, still inside your body.

“Are you ready to push again?” Gilda smiled.

You nodded, as you barred down and held onto Loki’s hands. His nose running alongside your face, whispering nothing but encouraging words to you. “My darling Violet,” he chuckled. “Always giving me more love back than I give you.” He kissed your temple. “Two miracles in one. I will forever be grateful.” With those beautiful words, you felt his love. You pushed one last time and the third love of your life was born.

You were so exhausted. So overwhelmed. Gilda took the baby and handed it to another maiden who wrapped them and placed them lovingly in the soul forge along with their sibling.

“I want to see them,” you cried.

“You will, milady. But let’s clean you up first.” Gilda instructed. In an instant, Loki picked you up and transferred you over to another tub. The clean waters ran over you and Loki as he joined you.

“Gilda, please tend to the babies. I will look after my wife.” He said in a low voice.

“As you wish your highness,” she said smiling. “Shall I inform her majesty, the Queen?”

“Yes, please. But no visitors at this time.”

“Yes, your highness.” Gilda left to tend to the babies, while one of the handmaidens delivered Loki’s announcement.

Loki’s voice was soothing and gentle as he washed your body. He took great care with you and healed what he could. “I’m afraid the rest will have to be looked at by Gilda or perhaps one of the other healers. Do you feel all right, darling?” he asked.

With fatigue creeping its way to you and the events of the last two days overwhelming you, you couldn’t help but give in to the tiredness. You nodded your head and closed your eyes.

“Sleep, then. I’ll watch over you. I’ll watch over our family.”

⬅️Chapter 7 | Chapter 9➡️

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[punks-never-die205]

Souled Out

Fem Reader x Demon!Eustass Kid

CW: Blood, religious tones, original creation myth, ritual, violence, dubious consent, 18+

tags: @keiva1000

Chapter 7: Empty Soul

Kid looks at you and you can hear his tail smacking the floor in quick succession before he growls. “The easy way is-.”

“Contracts.” You interrupt flatly. “I remember that. What are the non-contract ways.”

“… Before contracts it was a ritual. Someone would agree to give over their soul to someone else, in part or whole, and as long as the other person agreed to accept it, they’d sit in an array, and do the transfer.” He snaps the words out curtly, irritation dripping from his fangs. “Souls are important though, right? Who wants to give theirs up, so that didn’t happen much. Before the whole contracts and guidelines there were other ways too.”

“Like theft.”

“Yeah.” Kid clears his throat. “We think one of the reasons they want to fill you back up with pieces of other souls is so that they can complete the theft.”

Your brows furrow and you stop eating. “Complete it?”

“Taking a soul against someone’s will doesn’t let you do anything with that soul.” He explains. “Another reason the whole contract process became popular.”

“… Giving me a different soul will let them use mine?”

Kid shakes his head. “It’s… when the doc stabilized you, he did it by basically merging the scrap from Gilda with your soul. You have more soul now, and it’s, technically your soul.”

“… How did he-.”

“It’s my gift.” An irritated voice interrupts you as the doctor from earlier sits down with the two of you.

“Do all demons have a gift?” You question, looking from one to the other.

“Some.” Law answers flatly. “Our current assumption is that whoever stole yours doesn’t want you to die. They didn’t send you any pieces of soul until you’d summoned someone who could help you if things went wrong.”

One glyphed finger draws a circle in the air around you and the question on your lips comes out as nothing. Law smirks and then continues talking. “We can only make assumptions, but the theory is that once you have a full, and stable soul, the one who stole yours will make contact. After all, humans don’t know one soul from another, so why should you be overly attached to yours? Once you agree, the deal would be done, they could leave with their prize.”

He takes a sip of coffee, rotating his finger in the other direction and you’re certain your ability to speak, or at least be heard, has been restored.

“They are in for a rude awakening then.” You answer simply, finishing up the last of your food. “I want my soul back specifically. If this patched soul becomes, technically, my soul, then they can have it and give me mine back.”

Law looks from you to Eustass. “Are you sure?”

“Of course I’m sure!” Eustass barks.

“Sure about?” You prompt.

“This creepy shit thinks you’re a demon, or an angel.” Eustass grumbles, jerking his thumb toward Law.

“…Why?” You question, looking over at Law.

Law returns your look for a moment before sighing. “If humans truly had a strong attachment to their souls, they wouldn’t sign so many contracts.” He says flatly. “They’ll all talk about how important and valuable it is, and in some ways they aren’t wrong, but then they’ll sign their names and hand it over for something as impermanent as money, or as useless as revenge.

“But you,” he continues, taking another drink of coffee. “Despite having other avenues available, want your soul back. You’re effectively immortal as you are, there’s not enough soul to wear down your vessel, without degradation of the vessel there’s no chance of illness, the amount of sustenance you need is reduced as well.”

He sets the cup down, pointing at you lazily. “You’ve more than anyone could hope to get in exchange for their soul already, and yet you want your soul back. Only demons and angels covet their souls fiercely enough to spend decades trying to recover them.”

“I… don’t want immortality.” You say flatly. “I want my soul back.”

Law’s brows raise a little, the slightest shrug of his shoulders as he finishes the coffee. “Maybe you’re a-.”

Kid’s hands slam down onto the table, his tail snapping heavily against the floor as he glares at Law. The two glare at each other for a long moment, before Law sighs and gets up.

“You’re free to go home. You’re welcome to a pair of scrubs since your clothes were ruined. I left them in your room.” He says, turning away and walking off.

There’s a long silence between you and Kid before he sinks back into his chair, the angry twitching of his tail calming down.

“Was he going to call me a slur?” You question, eyes on him. You catch a furrow in his brow, but it doesn’t last, and he growls before sighing.

“Remember the lecture about souls?” He prompts, and you nod. “Heaven and Hell have their conflict.”

“You said that was the only thing people here had correct.”

He nods. “Yeah, Heaven’s not perfect, Hell’s not fire and damnation, but the two places are at odds. Clean souls are basically drafted, I mean, you choose where you go, but if someone important to you picked Hell, and then met you at the gates and asked you to come be on their team, chances are you pick Hell, and not Heaven when you’re deciding.”

“I imagine -.”

“There’s a lot more to it than that, yeah.” He sighs, and you can hear his tail ticking against the hard floor. “The only way to leave the conflict, is to voluntarily go back to take a Turn. You forget everything. Fresh start shit. No memories, just like any other time someone goes through the Turn.”

He runs a hand through his hair and grimaces before continuing. “We call ‘em Deserters. Angels or Demons who basically just… walk out on their,” he falters, letting the word hang, trying to sort out what to say next when he waves it off. “… whatever.” He leans back in the chair, staring up at the ceiling for a moment.

“Someone-.” You say the word and stop, getting up and walking back to the room you’d been recovering in. It’s obvious someone left the conflict, and he knew them, there was no need to ask about it.

“I’m going to change so we can go home.”

You pause after the word leaves your lips and turn back toward Kid. “Do I still have a home?”

He looks at you funny for a moment before laughing. “Yeah, you do. It needs a little remodeling, but the explosion didn’t take out the unit.”

You knew, even as you continued back to the room to change, that you should’ve asked for more details, but as you stood in your apartment an hour later you were honestly glad you hadn’t.

Kid stood quietly by the entrance as you walked through the relatively small apartment. Standing in the kitchen you looked in one direction to see the hole in the wall, straight through the oven and into the bathroom. You didn’t smell gas, so you weren’t really concerned. Looking in the other direction you could see scorch marks and a radial series of cracks in the wall.

There wasn’t really any other word for it, it was an impact crater in the wall. Right up against a four by four that had cracked nearly through. One sturdy piece of lumber was the only reason the explosion hadn’t blown a new door in your home.

“Where’s,” you pause, unsure if you want to know before you decide to ask after all. “The body?”

Golden eyes regard you for a moment. “My forge.”

You return his gaze, and give a small nod before stepping further into your home. “Her soul’s at the Turn then?”

“Unless she signed it away, yeah.” He answers, stepping in and away from the front door.

“Well, at least the other bathroom is still functional.” You sniff the air a few times. “The oven’s gone but is there really not a gas leak in here?”

Kid peered around the hole where the oven had been. “Looks like the line got crimped shut from the impact.” He looks over at you. “I can fix all this.”

You tilt your head. “Is that your gift?”

Eustass Kid grins, and you can feel the small hairs on your body stand on end. “Fixing something like this? Nah, lots of demons can do something like this.”

You consider things for a moment. “Your forge is your gift.”

The sly grin turns devious. “It is. I don’t need it for this.” There’s a glint in his eyes and the feeling that set your hair on edge sinks into your thighs.

“… I’m in recovery.” You say it suddenly enough that you put a hand over your mouth.

“Heh, I knew I could get you to react.” He says, tongue slipping across his lips as he stalks closer to you. The glint in his eyes is the same glow he’s had before. “You’ve got more soul than just those few tattered scraps, and you made sweet sounds even with that lil’ bit.

“Besides, the doc wouldn’t have sent you home if you couldn’t survive an orgasm or two.” He insists, tail slicing through the air and cracking against it like a whip. “To answer why,” Kid continues, closing the distance between you both and looking down as he pulls you close. “I don’t want to work on an empty stomach. Used up all my energy flying you to the doc.”

He leans down, fingers slipping up your spine, his breath tickling your ear. “I don’t mind begging for my meal when it’s such a sweet snack.”

[milkcookiekin]

can u do a platonic ray x autistic!younger!sister reader where reader isnt biologically related to ray but they have a closer bond than the other siblings....... maybe she could be half related to norman too, 9 years old but shes super smart (like norman) and hangs out with don and gilda all the time...........

i’m so sorry but I’ve gone through a bit of burnout and requests are still closed, you can request this again once I find the motivation to write again and when requests are open!

[bookclub4m]

Episode 176 - Fantasy

This episode we’re talking about the genre of Fantasy! We discuss whether fantasy needs magic, clam powers, forklore, Tears of the Kingdom, worksonas, It’s Always My First Day at Wizard School, and more!

You can download the podcast directly, find it on Libsyn, or get it through Apple Podcasts, Stitcher, Google Podcasts, or your favourite podcast delivery system.

In this episode

Anna Ferri | Meghan Whyte | Matthew Murray | Jam Edwards

Things We Read (or tried to…)

The Empress of Salt and Fortune by Nghi Vo

When the Tiger Came Down the Mountain by Nghi Vo

Trail of Lightning by Rebecca Roanhorse

Storm of Locusts by Rebecca Roanhorse

Sing, Nightingale by Marie Hélène Poitras, translated by Rhonda Mullins

A Master of Djinn by P. Djèlí Clark

The Haunting of Tram Car 015 by P. Djèlí Clark

Under the Whispering Door by TJ Klune, narrated by Kirt Graves

The Salt Grows Heavy by Cassandra Khaw

Lakelore by Anna-Marie McLemore

Babel: An Arcane History by R.F. Kuang

The Chill by Scott Carson

Nothing but Blackened Teeth by Cassandra Khaw

Big Machine by Victor LaValle

Other Media We Mentioned

The Lord of the Rings by J.R.R. Tolkien

Dragonriders of Pern by Anne McCaffrey (Wikipedia)

Elfquest by Wendy and Richard Pini (Wikipedia)

Read it online free!

Steven Universe (Wikipedia)

Sailor Moon (Wikipedia)

Squire by Sara Alfageeh and Nadia Shammas

Graceling by Kristin Cashore

The Golden Compass / Northern Lights by Philip Pullman

The Hobbit by J.R.R. Tolkien

Redwall (Wikipedia) Brian Jacques

The Discworld Mapp: Being the Onlie True and Mostlie Accurate Mappe of the Fantastyk and Magical Dyscworlde by Terry Pratchett and Stephen Briggs

Discworld (Wikipedia)

The Chronicles of Narnia (Wikipedia) by C.S. Lewis

The Screwtape Letters by C.S. Lewis

Alanna: The First Adventure by Tamora Pierce

Wise Child by Monica Furlong

Juniper by Monica Furlong

The Sandman (comic book) (Wikipedia)

Ella Enchanted by Gail Carson Levine

The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild (Wikipedia)

The Legend of Zelda: Tears of the Kingdom (Wikipedia)

Yakuza 0 (Wikipedia)

A Song of Ice and Fire (Wikipedia) by George R. R. Martin

The series of novels on which the television series Game of Thrones is based

The Wheel of Time (Wikipedia) by Robert Jordan

The Black God's Drums by P. Djèlí Clark

Leaving Mundania: Inside the Transformative World of Live Action Role-Playing Games by Lizzie Stark

Links, Articles, and Things

X-Men (Wikipedia)

Scarlet Witch

Magik (Illyana Rasputina) (though her magic powers are separate from her mutation)

Magical girl (Wikipedia)

Alebrije (Wikipedia)

Dungeons & Dragons (Wikipedia)

Independence Day (1996 film) (Wikipedia)

30 Fantasy fiction by BIPOC (Black, Indigenous, & People of Colour) Authors

Every month Book Club for Masochists: A Readers’ Advisory Podcasts chooses a genre at random and we read and discuss books from that genre. We also put together book lists for each episode/genre that feature works by BIPOC (Black, Indigenous, & People of Colour) authors. All of the lists can be found here.

Light from Uncommon Stars by Ryka Aoki

Road of the Lost by Nafiza Azad

A Broken Blade by Melissa Blair

A Thousand Steps into Night by Traci Chee

The Last Tale of the Flower Bride by Roshani Chokshi

The Unbroken by C.L. Clark

The Book Eaters by Sunyi Dean

Legendborn by Tracy Deonn

VenCo by Cherie Dimaline

The Daughters of Izdihar by Hadeer Elsbai 

We Hunt the Flame by Hafsah Faizal

Blood Scion by Deborah Falaye

The Gilda Stories by Jewelle Gomez

The Lost Dreamer by Lizz Huerta

Black Leopard, Red Wolf by Marlon James

The Fifth Season by N.K. Jemisin

The Björkan Sagas by Harold R. Johnson

Untethered Sky by Fonda Lee

Six Crimson Cranes by Elizabeth Lim

A Magic Steeped in Poison by Judy I. Lin

The Grace of Kings by Ken Liu

The Very Secret Society of Irregular Witches by Sangu Mandanna

The Return of the Sorceress by Silvia Moreno-Garcia

The Famished Road by Ben Okri

Beasts Made of Night by Tochi Onyebuchi

The Monsters We Defy by Leslye Penelope

Black Sun by Rebecca Roanhorse

The Jasmine Throne by Tasha Suri

Cemetery Boys by Aiden Thomas

The Rage of Dragons by Evan Winter

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