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lex-the-flex · 1 year ago

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Cosmic Veins

Luke Skywalker x reader

Summary: Rekindling after an unfortunate assignment, Luke devotes himself as the wonderful man that he is to strengthen your relationship, and fulfills only a fraction of his destiny.

Word Count: 2.5k

Warning(s): MEGA FLUFF, the reader and Luke just being in love, all the feelings; (both good & bad), mentions of amnesia, the reader + Luke being slightly insecure about the future, just two Jedi in their prime, Luke being a dutiful Jedi Master, the duo discovering their love languages, 18 + – PURE SMUT, loss of virginity (reader), oral f! receiving, body + skin appreciation, and unprotected sex. (wrap it before you tap it, kids)

A/N: It’s about time that I wrote for Luke! It’s been a hot minute and I love this man so much. 18+ FIC, MINORS DNI!! Thank you to @dailydragon08 for the AMAZING lines to kick off the smut. You're an absolute god! Feedback is always appreciated and enjoy!

Salt and lavender lingered through the air whilst the calming sounds of Naboo’s endless waves turn your room into the private sanctuary it was meant to be. The sun threatens to peek over the horizon of the still ocean while you stir in your sleep beneath the fresh silk bedding. Turning your head into the layers of plush pillows, your brows scrunch at the visions behind your eyes. Jolting awake, you gasped for air, praying that the dreams would soon end.

The conflict finally subsided in the past, but the wounds remain on your heart. Luke had returned from the Dark Side, from the vile control of an evil presence that you never got to meet. Unfortunately, when Leia couldn’t find it in herself to fight her own brother, her twin, you were put on the chopping block.

And it nearly cost your life. You were thrown into a coma for two months, but the worst part: you suffered from a miniscule moment of amnesia. You couldn’t remember anything about Luke Skywalker or your friends. Luckily they refused to give up and you recovered in time with the Rebellion by your side. Once you did, Leia immediately prompted a change of scenery for you and Luke. The two of you needed to get away from everything to heal.

Removing your hand from your chest, you ran it along the empty side of the bed where you expected Luke to be. But he wasn’t. He refused to sleep in the same bed as you, in fear of hurting you, so he took to the marble floor. Gazing over to his usual spot on the floor by the changing screen, the makeshift bedding was messy, and he was gone. Twirling the engagement band around your ring finger, you fixate on the pale amethyst encased in silver within the dim light, and you remember why Luke gave it to you in the first place.

Wiping your face, you spotted your dark ebony robes neatly folded on the desk, and the room’s scents kickstarted the day. So with a heavy sigh, you quietly got dressed, and your faithful handmaid, Winter, brought you breakfast and to announce that Luke promptly requested to see you on the beach. You could feel that something was different in the air; he had good news to share, and a smile finally filled your lips for the first time in a long time. Descending the stone steps of the courtyard to the beach, you finished your early breakfast and discarded the pear’s core amongst the flower bushes where it would be finished by the sparrows momentarily.

Rounding the corner, you spotted Luke amongst the dawn as your boots crunched the pebbled sand below. Noticing that he was deep in a meditative state, you quietly kept your distance, not wanting to disturb him. Glancing back towards the staircase, you thought about leaving for a second, but your feet remained planted.

“No, don’t go. You’re as strong as the waves, Y/N.”

Inching closer to Luke, a large smile overtakes his lips, and he closes his arms around you. Feeling yourself let go in his embrace, his warmth was comforting as if it was something you were missing. Basking in your company, Luke kisses your forehead.

“Everything alright? You’re trembling.” He asks, running his hands up and down your arms.

“I’m fine, Luke. I just couldn’t sleep, that’s all.” You reply, gazing into his blue eyes.

“Are your dreams still bothering you?” He asks.

Raising his hand to your temple, Luke silently begins to peer into your mind, ready to discover what’s troubling you. But you take his gloved hand in yours instead.

Rubbing your knuckles, he quietly understands that your nightmares are at their end, as is the shared exile.

“They’re not the worst thing I’ve dealt with. Trust me.” You smirk.

Chuckling at your response, Luke shields his eyes at the sight of the morning sun starting to peer out from under the waves. Basking in your company, Luke clasps his hands around your shoulders and a burst of excitement fills his face.

“So, I have a small surprise for us, Y/N. Before my security team arrived, my Commander told me that he discovered something just off the coast.” Luke explains, leading you further down the beach.

“A surprise sounds lovely, Luke. Besides, it gives us a chance to evade the power hungry Senators and staff for once.” You laugh at Luke’s proposition.

Following Luke towards the end of the beach, the various oak trees start to blend with the damp sand and pebbles. Reaching the beginning of Naboo’s uncharted woods, the sight of a few broken rock walls line the shore before descending into the water. Taking in the new beauty of the planet’s nature, Luke playfully covers your eyes, careful not to spoil the surprise.

“Are you ready? We’re here.” He teases.

“Yes! The suspense is killing me, Luke! What is it?” You ask, trying to break his fingers apart.

Removing his hands, you’re suddenly greeted with the view of an old and abandoned stone tower jutting out from the water. Surrounded by a ring of ferns and moss, the tower perfectly camouflages in the rest of the planet's green fauna.

Your jaw nearly hits the floor at this awesome sight. Sure you and Luke had discovered many old ruins in the past, but nothing compared to this.

“It’s an old lookout tower. Long before the Clone Wars, Naboo’s trading system used to operate on its soldiers living in lookout towers. Commander Uphsur said that this is only one of two remaining. I've already taken a look at the other one, but there’s something special about this tower. Like it’s calling to me.” Luke confidently explains.

Refusing to believe him, you shoot him a nasty look.

“Did you just make that up?” You question, crossing your arms together.

“Yeah, I just made that up.” Luke nods, admitting his defeat.

Nudging his elbow, you both smile at his joke.

“Alright, Master Jedi, how are we getting across? We could jump.” You advise.

Climbing to the top of a small boulder, Luke offers his hand and you join him, getting a better view of the tower. Then, without thinking, he dives into the cold water and resurfaces with a gasp for fresh air.

“Luke, what are you doing? You’ll catch a cold!” You shout, hesitant about jumping in.

“Come on, the water’s only a little chilly! Let’s enjoy the ocean while we can!” He emphasizes, wiping his wet hair from his face.

With a deep breath, you launch yourself from the boulder and jump into the salty water below. Whining at the freezing water, the sound of Luke’s laughter fills the nature sanctuary.

“Oh, you liar! You actually thought swimming during the spring would be a good idea?!” You shout, frantically swimming towards Luke.

“I had to get you to join me somehow.” Luke replies at his victory.

Splashing a wave in Luke’s direction, he uses the Force to block the water before meeting up at the base of the tower.

“Now that’s cheating! How dare you block my shot!” You say, making your way to the tower.

“Don’t doubt my abilities, Y/N! Besides, we all could use some fun in our lives.” Luke answers, extending his hand down to you.

Joining your palm around Luke’s, he pulls you from the stream, satisfied with his trick. Shaking your drenched robes, you scoff at the foggy weather. Opening the old door, Luke rams his shoulder, cracking the weather wood in the process. Wandering inside the tower, the blinding light of the morning sun shines on the light grey stone flooring.

Squinting inside, the once lived in tower remains empty with nothing inside. Squeezing your braid, you try to get as much of the water out as you make a circle around the room’s interior. Scrunching your brows, you take in the emptiness of this place, wondering as to why Luke brought you here.

“There’s nothing in here. Why are we here, Luke?” You ask, unlatching your heavy cloak from your shoulders.

Standing above the remnants of an destroyed tiny desk, Luke wipes off his dusty gloves.

“Can’t I spend some time with my fiancée before we return to Ossus? That’s all I want right now.” Luke replies, with his back to you.

“Luke, why are we here?” You ask again with a more serious tone, determined to get an answer.

Turning to face you, Luke steps toward you, stopping to look you in the eye.

“I couldn’t have the Senators and the others in the Palace eavesdrop. I already feel like a foreigner in my mother’s domain and you know I’m right. The truth is, I’m scared, Y/N. I’m terrified of what the future will bring …especially after I hurt you. I nearly killed you with my own hands and I wasn’t myself.” Luke’s shaking voice makes tears fill your eyes.

A lump rises in the back of your throat whilst Luke bends his head down to you, almost as if he’s bowing to you out of respect. Taking your hands in his, he guides his thumb over the engagement ring he gifted to you out of pure duty.

“But I’m here. I’m alive and stronger than ever because of you, Luke. I know the gem doesn’t feel like much, but it means the world to me. It means you love me with all our heart. I’ve never had anyone step up the way you have, regardless if they were a Jedi or not. You are your father’s son, Luke, but you are so much like your mother.” You explain, taking Luke’s face in your hands, with your eyes fixated on his facial features.

“Will this change us from our paths, Y/N? I’ve gone past the Code. I’ve been on both sides of the Jedi Way, but this feels different from anything else I’ve felt before. Even though we aren’t meant to know the future, I can’t help but decide what I want, what I need.” He explains, walking closer to you.

Placing your hand in the center of his chest, Luke leans his forehead against yours, matching his heartbeat in time with your soothing rhythm. The pale amethyst beams up into Luke’s peripheral vision, allowing him to fully combat the moment. His bright icy eyes reflect against your e/c orbs just as his pink lips hover an inch above yours.

The presence of his hands playing with your belt’s sash makes butterflies rise in your stomach. As the two of you stood here in this private intimate point in time, the two of you were no longer Jedi. But two people who are in love with each other to the very core.

“What do you want?” You ask, raising your chin.

Breathing out, Luke swallows his pride.

“You.”

Closing his lips around yours, you barely have time to register his answer as his hands begin to wander along your drenched robes. Roaming against the seams and stitching of the sash at your hips, Luke quickly rids you of the tight knot, while guiding you backwards into the growing sunspot. Discarding the ebony robes from your chilled form, freeing your exposed chest underneath. Descending your goosebumped filled body, Luke glides his lips along every part of your exposed skin, and tugs around the shape of your breasts, letting go once you begin to shiver unnaturally from the cold.

Untying your boots, he pulls your pants from your shaking legs, hoping to quickly get you warm. Ridding himself of his frigid clothes, Luke is suddenly hypnotized by the beauty of your nude form, his lips pressed along the crease of your hips, and continues towards the sensitive skin of your thighs. Collecting your throbbing folds in his lips, your mouth falls open just as Luke’s tongue plays with the bundle of nerves.

Running your fingers through his dirty blonde hair, Luke inserts his tongue past your virgin entrance, hoping to explore all of you first. Moaning at this unfamiliar feeling, your fingers repeatedly scratch his scalp as the booming sound of your heartbeat fills your ears, drowning out every other sound.

“Luke?” You call out.

Immediately stopping, Luke stands up in a heartbeat and gives you all of his attention.

“Yes?” He responds, taking your chin in his hand.

“I need all of you.” You whisper before him.

Collapsing your arms around his broad shoulders, your nearly exhausted pants fill the air.

Deepening the kiss once more, Luke captures your taste in your mouth, before laying you down in the middle of the floor on top of his cloak. Hovering above your body, Luke gives you soft kisses along your jaw, allowing some of your tension to disappear. Closing the space between you, Luke guides your legs around his waist, opening yourself to him. Shifting yourself to get comfortable, Luke adjusts his weight to his knees, and presses his hands on either side of your face.

“I don’t want to hurt you, Y/N.” Luke says, touching your nose with his.

“You won’t, Luke. I trust you.” You whisper, closing your eyes.

Capturing your neck with a series of kisses, Luke gently touches his manhood against your openings causing you to gulp at the sensation of it all. Teasing your throbbing folds with his erect tip, a gasp escapes your lips and you grip his broad shoulders at the unknown feeling of your bodies melting around each other. Your bundle of nerves soak up Luke’s warmth and he slowly thrusts himself past your entrance, Luke desperately wanted nothing more than to be deep inside of you, allowing you to surrender to his euphoria. Wincing at this foreign feeling, you lean into his arms, silently begging for support and Luke senses your growing desperation.

“Are you alright? Do you want me to stop?” He asks into your ear.

“No, I’m alright. Just keep going.” You answer.

Smiling at your sudden boost of confidence, Luke quickened his pace, wanting to feel you around him. Trailing his lips down to your collarbones, the sweet sounds of your shared moans became more valuable than anything on Naboo. Gliding your hands down Luke’s muscular form, you suddenly became overwhelmed with all the love and lust in the world, causing a few tears to fall down your face.

Pepper kissing your tears away, Luke’s lungs suddenly clogged with lust as he opened himself up to you, and he buried his face in the softness of your neck. Stretching himself out, you welcomed his pleasure into your heart as he placed his hand on your chest. Discovering your sensitive spot, you both moaned and whimpered at how good everything felt. Digging your nails deeper into Luke’s hot skin, you felt a fluttering in your stomach.

“I’m here, Y/N.” Luke says as his voice echoes in your ears.

Nodding at his declaration, you couldn’t handle the tension for a second longer, and your walls squeezed around Luke. Finishing after you, your whole body went numb and Luke’s ears started to ring. Shielding your nude skin from the cold, Luke pulled his cloak around tired body. Hugging his muscular form, the warmth of his cloak made your eyelids grow heavy as Luke gave you his arm to lay on.

“I’ll never stop loving you, Y/N. Even until the end of time.” Luke declares, brushing a few strands of hair away from your face.

“I love you beyond the limits of stars, Luke.” You reply, feeling sleep take over your mind.

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eves4pple · 9 months ago

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MUKAMI HOUSEHOLD HC’S

A/n: Long time no see!! Work and life got super crazy but I’ve been indulging in Diabolik Lovers again! Alongside that! For a few months I’ve been rewriting DL (more like my own au!!) just small tweaks and adding more realistic characterizations to characters I enjoy! So I decided to make a list of my headcanons for the Mukami household + Yui (she’s my beauty)

TW: slight mention and hint at abuse, mention of sexual abuse, mention of animal death

Take all of these at face value I’ve done my research to the best of my abilities and are basing this off of the things I’ve read, played, and watched! Plus my own little personal things!

- A quieter household. Each brother seems to have their own hobbies and tends to stick to themselves. This doesn’t mean they don’t enjoy each others company, they seem like the only group to like REALLY enjoy being around each other. Brother banter and all that nonsense.

- isn’t the safest but compared to the Sakamaki household Yui is in less danger. She actually spends more time pursuing schooling and smaller hobbies here without much backlash. Yuma and her garden often and Ruki helps her study. But of course this kinda stuff is paid back in blood so, you win some loose some

- Yuma will tease all 3 brothers for their height, I believe this may be canon? But it’s really Kou he has spats with over their heights. As an idol Kou is notoriously over dramatic and borderline narcissistic (and very full of himself) so he’s kinda pissy Yuma hangs his height over his head, but it’s all in good fun! (Usually)

-Yui and Ruki don’t really get along in the beginning. Which duh, but after a long period of time Yui began to get annoyed with being bossed around? I mean I would to, so he kinda grossed her out. Too much like an Ayato Reiji mix

- it’s mentioned either that in a CD or clip from more blood (the game) that Yui housed a kitten and was healing it back to health and Ruki killed it. This also kinda solidified their relationship into not being great. Yui believes very strongly in her morals and Ruki is one to oppose them. Meaning that in her eyes he’s cruel and in his she’s weak.

- Azusa is super interested in religions. Not like in them but he thinks the rules and regulations are kinda interesting to look into, he asks Yui a lot of questions about her faith and what it means to her.

- Yuma and Yui get along the best, the brothers were once human and I feel like don’t lack empathy to the extent pure bloods do. Course they will make comments that have Yui going “???” Because they are still entitled vampires

- The kinda group to have annoying ass orders at cafes. They don’t go out as a group much but when they get the chance they do. So when Yui joined she tagged along (of course they were like helicopter parents). Kou wants something sweet all the time so it’s either a milkshake/frappe nonsense, Ruki is the one who makes in super obvious he “just wants a black coffee. Black, no sugar or cream”, now Azusa’s order isn’t hard but he’s so quiet that it’s hard to catch it all so it’s usually made wrong on accident. Yuma sticks to the same thing but it’s a coffee with like 13 different steps that by the end it’s like a concoction of sugar, cream, flavoring, and coffee.

- Yui has an easy order, usually a tea. She avoids most coffee’s due to her sleep already being out of whack

- Yui has nightmares often due to the abuse she’s faced and she’s semi opened up to Azusa abt them in passing but tends to shut it down if pried.

- Ruki is stressed almost always. With the stress of being Adam kinda solely falling on his shoulders he doesn’t sleep often or even at all.

- this is supposedly canon but, Yuma likes bigger curvy girls in my mind :3

- Kou likes Kesha, Megan, and other female rap/pop artists. I also feel like Yui also dabbles with that kinda music but it isn’t her favorite

- Yuma’s the kinda brother that gives his brothers the faulty gaming controller :/

- Yuma and Kou smoke weed 100% idk I feel like they’d enjoy it, Ruki has a few times but usually just tells them off. Azusa has zero interest, Yui also has dabbled and she enjoyed it but getting high with like supernatural creatures can be… anxiety inducing?

- Ruki seems like one of those kids who’d have a super non trad kinda pet? Idk a snake or something. Not messy, loud, and chill

- Kou seems like the type to be sex repulsed often? He’s an idol and gets sexualized a lot in the limelight so bad correlation but even if he hates it he still does it to Yui

- Yui also is very sex repulsed

- yuma has a hard time coming to terms with his past with Shuu? It’s a weird grief thingy

- I feel like sometimes, only sometimes, they miss being human. I believe it’s semi mentioned already. But I feel like when Yui started living with them they started noticing that feeling more in an angry/sad way.

#diabolik lovers #diabolik lovers fandom #diahell #dialovers #headcanons #yuma mukami #ruki mukami #kou mukami #azusa mukami #yui komori

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thehopelessromanticclub · 1 year ago

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WONWOO FIC RECS I

💋- smut // 💗-fluff //🥀-angst //💌-personal favourite

Series

introduce me a good person - @taeyegu (friends to lovers au) 💗🥀

“if there is a nice person, please introduce him to me. sometimes like water, sometimes like fire. someone who can love me sincerely. i hope he is someone who is mature and faithful…”

I found love in your smile - @wonlouvre (royalty au, arranged marriage au)💗🥀

The shattered camera - @puppetwritings( celebrity au, paparazzi au)💗🥀

Wonwoo already had enough on his plate as it is—proving his parents wrong, making a living, fighting his just conscience—and with you in the picture, nothing could possibly go more wrong. Or could you be his ticket to the good life that he wanted?

Drabbles/one-shots

Healing hues - @thedensworld (Slowburn, friendship au) 💗🥀

Exhausted by the monotony of his life as a celebrity, Wonwoo makes a pivotal decision to return to his childhood hometown and embark on a heartwarming project: building a small library named 'Healing Hues.' Little does he know, this journey will lead to a series of unexpected and transformative events.

Ruminations - @waldau 💗💌

[08:41 pm] - @jjuniehao💗💌

Deluxe version - @darl-ings💗🥀💌

in which you and Wonwoo spend some alone time together.

Bedtime routine - @yikesmary 💗💌

where you loved times like these with your boyfriend, Wonwoo.

Two umbrellas - @hanniology💗💌🥀

Wonwoo doesn’t believe in love at first sight, but you do after meeting him.

Flustered - @waldau💗💌

Take a chance - @wonwoonlight💗💌

and they were newlyweds - @viastro 💗💌

in which Wonwoo builds the Ikea couch, but something... doesn’t look right.

conclusion number three - @wonwoonlight💗💌

you have a hypothesis you'd like to prove. a/n- this one was sooo Wonwoo-coded

The regular - @trblsvt (bakery au, college au) 💗

Wonwoo couldn't really recommend anything at the bakery he worked at, he couldn't even handle going in a couple days a week. that is until he found his new favorite customer.

Chocolate rum cookies - @wonwoonlight (non-idol au, friends to lovers au) 💗

Play again - @shuarush💗💌

after ten years of not seeing your high school crush you find yourself partnered with him at the company you work for. Since you've been rejected before, you try your best to not let any feelings flourish, but Jeon Wonwoo's charms make that attempt especially hard for you. a/n - totally an all-time favorite.

first kiss with seventeen: wonwoo - @etherealyoungk💗💌

"stay there. i'm coming to get you." - @dokyeomin💗💌

wedding weekends with wonwoo - @suhnshinehaos (fake dating, non-idol au)💗🥀

jeon wonwoo, the perfect man. kind, smart, successful career, and not too bad on the eyes. all his friends are getting married and everyone’s aunts, mothers, and family friends are trying to set him up with their friends, sisters, brothers, nieces, and nephews at every wedding he attends. he’s tired of it. what better way to solve his problem than to employ your help, someone who’s having the exact same one?

Thank you authors for all your amazing works.🤩

If there are any fics that anyone would like to recommend feel free to do so🤗😁.

( also the dividers were from @cafekitsune and @baexywth. they have really cool dividers. do check them out.)

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gaysindistress · 8 months ago

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Things I think would happen if you were in a relationship with Karlach

Main masterlist I swear I’m working on a bg3 masterlist

1. Starting a relationship isn’t easy

You have no idea if she actually likes you and all of your advances feel like they’ve failed. She’s friendly to everyone and puts so much faith into your party that you cant gauge her approval of you. Numerous times you’ve tried to make a subtle move but with nothing to show. She always greets you with the same energy as she does everyone else. She gives you all the same smile and excitement. She supports everyone without a second thought. She politely rejects your affection every time you try to give her even a shred of what you truly want to.

The night of the tiefling party comes around and you’ve finally worked up the courage to just tell her. I imagine that you’ve enlisted Shadowheart and Astarion to help you get ready and they’ve spent hours at this point doing so. Your hair has been washed and styled by Astarion’s nimble fingers while Shadowheart has lightly painted your face with makeup she’s made from the foliage around your camp. Wyll and Gale both have stopped in theirs tracks to compliment you as well as having agreed to keep Karlach busy and away from you. Lae’zel has been sitting by the entire time pretending to be sharpening her swords but also adding her own input every now and then. At one point she took over braided because Astarion didn’t get them tight enough and she can’t stand it.

When the others have decided that you’re ready, they huddle around with nervous energy and give you a big thumbs up as you walk away. By now Karlach has figured out that something is going on however it’s not until she sees you that it full registers. Her breath catches as she looks over to see you walking her way. She’s always thought you were beautiful but the moonlight and general joy of the evening gives you a glow she can’t ignore. Like the moon goddess herself, you seem to radiate the night sky’s beauty and she can’t help but stare at you with an open mouth. She almost doesn’t hear your shy greeting and has to shake herself back to reality.

Your entire conversation feels like a dream and she almost doesn’t believe that she hears you right when you confess your feelings for her. There’s no way that the leader of her party, the Hero of the grove likes her, right? Surely you’re good friends with everyone and you’re just making your rounds. Surely your dressed up look tonight is meant for someone else. Surely there’s no way that you’re telling her that you have feelings for her and oh gods she’s an idiot for not seeing the signs sooner.

Gay panic is real my friends and Karlach is 110% a victim of it every time.

2. You’re a menace to her

You’re always putting yourself at risk for those who need it. Not a day goes by where you’re not getting your party into some sort of fight because you can’t say no. It’s one thing to help escort the Tieflings but it’s another to take out an entire goblin camp for them. Sometimes she thinks you do it only to scare her and make her blood pressure spike. Don’t even get me started on how frantic she would get if you were injured. She’d rage on everyone and take on every enemy alone if it meant Shadowheart could heal you without distraction.

But there’s another form of menacing that gets under her skin the most.

Following the tiefling party, it becomes established that physical intimacy is off the table. It’s worse yet when Dammon confirms that he can’t do anything at the moment but promises to find a solution later on. It’s hard on her to be so close yet so far from the one thing she desires the most and you make it even worse.

It started out innocently; you’d tell her when you’d go to clean up so someone knew where you were but she can’t help herself. She’d follow you to the water to keep you company most times. Keeping her back turned, Karlach likes to listen to you ramble about your day and hear you so relaxed as you cleanse your body of dirt, grim, and other nasty things. Sometimes she’d peak when she thinks you wouldn’t notice but you always do. You wink and playfully splash at her as you continue to go about your task. However sometimes upon making eye contact, you can see that she’s burning so hot you’re worried that she might combust on the spot. Her yellow eyes have scanned and committed every inch of your body to memory, further fueling her desire for you. Should she join you, the water might come to a boil with the way her engine’s flames are almost consuming her. Embarrassment is too weak a word to describe the disgusting feeling that overcomes her when she realizes she’s been caught. You always reassure her that you’re flattered and quite enjoy her affections however it does nothing to convince her.

That’s when you decide to test the waters.

Once in the shadow lands and having spoken to Dammon privately after Karlach does, you know that there’s an end in sight for this celibate relationship. It’s only a matter of finding the iron that he requires so you begin a little experiment of sorts.

Karlach is a tease in her own right and can be shamelessly filthy when she wants. The sight of her in combat alone makes you burn as hot as her but it’s when she chooses to murmur filthy things into your ear late at night that destroys you the most. The time has come for you to return the favor.

Would wearing your shirt ties looser ignite her flames? Would trading clothes with Shadowheart one night be the thing that tips the scales? Would forging clothes altogether when you’re sleeping side by side be what makes her feral?

Karlach does what she can to keep her shit together but it’s all becoming too much. She starts to burn blue almost all hours of the day as you get closer and closer to finding the infernal iron. When you finally do find it, you look at each other with astonishment and surprise.

“Did we…did we just…” the words tumble out of her mouth as she stares at it in your hands.

“Oh my gods I think we did.”

Fast forward to when Dammon has fixed her as best as he can and proposes a test to see if it worked. Karlach is practically vibrating with excitement and nerves at the thought of finally getting to touch you. Feeling your arms wrap around her and hold her as if you’re afraid she’s going to disappear absolutely melts her heart. Overwhelming joy washes over her as she clenches to you as well but something else comes over her too. A realization.

She’s touching you.

She’s actually able to touch you without hurting you.

Years of pent up desire and thoughts of pure debauchery begin to consume her mind. What was once joy quickly morphs in lust and she has to pull away from you to avoid claiming you like a rutting predator right in front of Dammon.

3. Disguise is your favorite spell

Let’s talk about the elephant in the room; sex toys are going to be difficult to get in this world. No one can convince me that you could find a strap on in the Emerald Grove or Moonrise towers. Obviously you can go without them but if you have a disguise spell on hand, why not use it???

The first couple of times you and Karlach have sex, it’s sweet and gentle. It borders love making with the way she utterly worships your body and you hers. Things do get rougher when the years of going without touch catch up to her but for the most part it’s soft and tender. Karlach wants to memorize you because she’s terrified she’s going to lose you so she takes her time. You want to ensure that she knows she won’t lose you so you devote yourself to her pleasure every night without fail.

However Karlach has this…daydream that has begun to worm its way to becoming all she thinks about it.

She wants to fuck you stupid.

She wants you babbling and sobbing with pleasure as she fucks you senseless. She wants her name to be the only thing you remember and your body to be covered in her scent, marks, seed, anything and everything that is her.

Enter said disguise spell and there you have it; the chance to make her fantasy real

#karlach x reader #karlach x tav #karlach #Karlach imagine #karlach bg3 #karlach fanfic #bg3 imagine #bg3 tav #bg3 fanfiction #bg3

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thelarriefics · 9 months ago

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SUMMER FIC REC, Part II: Below you will find fics that take place in the summer, or have summer scenes. (Part I)

📖 On The Horizon by FitzAndLarry (261k)

Drunk, loose, and excited on the first night of his two-week-long cruise, Doctor Harry Styles finds himself with a little extra company on what has turned out to be a lonely experience. Louis, the pilot who helped fly him across the Atlantic, is the object of his fling. Thus begins an adventure filled with laughter, sun, and trauma rearing its ugly head. Deadline on their companionship, the pair commit to enjoying their time - and Harry, the screw-up he is, can't help but lose himself in the fantasy.

📖 love is a word, you gave it a name by @larrydoinglaundry (158k)

After two decades in brutal show business, Louis Tomlinson is trying to restore his tranquility of mind in the peace of Northern Europe where the sun barely sets, Maria's bar is always open, and young Harry has an irresistible spark in his eyes.

📖 blue moon by @aquietlarrie (152k)

or the self indulgent 50’s au where i wanted a safe space to explore the culture, history, and sexuality of being gay in a time when it was extremely difficult to do so. includes, lots of questionable dancing, healing your inner child, and one heck of an emotional ride.

📖 a cycle of recycled revenge by @broken-beaks (103k)

Or: The one where Harry likes to infuriate Louis almost as much as he enjoys straddling his lap.

📖 gloominess of summer days by @adoremelikeasunflower19 (90k)

Following a devastating and unexpected split, Harry finds himself rewarded by the mysterious ways of Faith in the form of an inheritance of his Uncle’s house in a distant country Wolveheuls. Dismissing his initial scepticism, he chooses to seize the opportunity. He starts a journey of self-discovery, relearning the meaning of loving and being loved, moving on from the painful past, and making his place within the eccentric small-town community. Between his efforts, his path crosses with Louis Tomlinson, a town native, known for his ridiculous number of jobs, incomparable wit, and profound adoration for the cottage lifestyle.

📖 Summer's in the air and baby, heaven's in your eyes by @starryhaze28 (82k)

or a 70s tennis au filled with skirts, pet names and intrigue

📖 your memory over me by @shimmeringevil (64k)

The worst heartbreak of Louis’ life walks right back into it when his parents invite their family friends on an all-expenses-paid trip for their twenty-fifth wedding anniversary. Facing a past that he tried to bury long ago, Louis learns that some people have a way of sticking with you even when they’re gone.

📖 hope your life leads you back to my door by wildestdreams (56k)

Harry Styles set out to be a doctor; a steady career and a good living is all a young person could ask for. What he hadn't set out to do was to spend his summer holiday on a trekking trip in Spain with a group of people he barely knew. And he certainly didn’t plan on having his heart stolen by Louis Tomlinson, class clown, and secret crush, in such a way that he feared he might never find it again. ft. cheesy chat-up lines, a big desi wedding, falling in love, and growing up.

📖 A Golden Goal by a_momentwitme (55k)

"Even they, as free as you think they are, don't always get to love like this, in the true meaning of the word, of the feeling. Not some diluted version that some settle with for their entire lifetime. I mean love in its purest form, which still grows every day despite the problems, barriers and annoying habits you discover in your partner. A love that refills your heart after you pour it out or makes you go on during your worst days, knowing that your best is expecting you at home."

📖 where the tide takes you, i will follow by @pinkcords (53k)

Louis lives in Gloucester and Harry tries to find a way to stay.

📖 sent by the sun by @givesuethemoon (51k)

In 1970s Los Angeles, Harry is a groupie who aches to feel alive. Louis is the lead singer of a rock band who aches to know him.

📖 Suddenly Last Summer by @disgruntledkittenface (44k)

Louis is bored, rich and lonely. He has no reason to expect that this summer in the Hamptons with his friends will be different from any other – until he meets Harry. Suddenly he has someone who listens to him and cares about what he thinks. Someone who really sees him. But their happily ever after is forever marred by an incident at a party during Labor Day weekend, and Louis is left with a choice to make.

📖 Awake Dear Heart, Awake by She_bear (35k)

Cute, fun, sexy and at times emotional AU where Harry and Louis meet as strangers on holiday in Greece and find themselves stuck on a remote beach together. An initial misunderstanding gets them off to a bad start. Both at a turbulent point in their lives, they are forced to confront their internal struggles and of course each other.

📖 He Still Takes My Breath Away by @parmahamlarrie (32k)

the one where Harry is a lifeguard and Louis is the head of recreation. And, sometimes, you just need a little push to realize what was right in front of you the whole time.

📖 Bitter Ends Turn Sweet by @allwaswell16 (30k)

It had been four years since Harry first heard the song his ex wrote about him and far longer since they broke up. He forgave Louis long ago, and now his life was focused on his career, his family, and especially his son, Max. But Louis was back in Chicago, after all this time, and he’s not an easy man to ignore. Or a songfic inspired by the song Chicago

📖 Dancing With Masks by @softfonds (18k)

With awards season coming up and new films on the way for both of them, Harry and Louis' managers decide it's time for them to date for publicity. They don't mind, given that they are best friends and have known each other for ages. Besides, after years of sexual tension built into a fake relationship for press, what could possibly go wrong?

📖 Come on in, the water's fine by @greenblueish (9k)

or, the one where Louis is set on enjoying his last summer jobbing abroad as tourist entertainer and it only gets better when a mysterious hotel guest with overly expensive sunglasses keeps coming back for his drink recommendations.

📖 Black Leather, Blue Lace by @insightfulinsomniac (8k)

aka: a pwp in which new soulmates farmer!Louis and city girl!Harry are filthy exhibitionists.

📖 Near You Now by @beyondxmeasure (8k)

When a leaky bathroom sink turns into a minor flood, Harry has to act fast. So, he thinks of the closest (and most unlikely) way to find home repair help… Grindr. The last thing he expects from this quick fix is to find anything long-term.

📖 now i'm tracin' all my steps to you by @alwaysxlarrie (5k)

Of all the things Harry was prepared for this summer, Louis Tomlinson and his wonderful, wonderful scent isn't one of them. It probably shouldn't be as shocking as it is that it makes Harry want to nest. There's only one slight problem -- Harry and nesting aren't exactly on familiar terms. At all. This does not stop Harry from borrowing ("borrowing") Louis' things all throughout summer, though. Oops?

#masterpost #summer fic rec #summer fics

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smallgodseries · 11 months ago

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They say that no one is immune to their song, and it’s true, it’s true; people who try to claim that because they don’t experience romantic attraction, they can’t be wooed, are likely to find themselves swept into an overwhelmingly intimate friendship which has nothing to do with romance, but everything to do with the all-consuming sparks created when two people of compatible minds strike against each other for the first time.

It can all too easily become an inferno, consuming everything in its path, and older friendships will often find themselves immolated, ignored, disregarded until the flames die down. This is normal and natural and inescapable, and those truths do not undo the damage done, or heal the wounds created by suddenly absent attention, by jealous and envy and shame.

Woo Woo is sorry for the damage that they do, but they consider the scales balanced by the joys they bring, those bright moments of sudden synchronicity with someone who wasn’t in your life a week ago, but is now one of the fixed stars in your sky.

They are an exhausting god. Fortunately, they don’t stay with anyone for long: it is their destinate to have no faithful, only faithless, for they are transitory by nature, fleeting, and all the sweeter for it. They would no more linger with a single soul than they would allow themself to be caged. And some, who seek new people more often than most, can spend enough time in their company to become all but priests of their short-lived religion, adored and anointed.

But soon enough, the god will tire of them as well, and fly away to perch in someone else’s heart.

Do not think of them as good, or evil, or malicious, or kind. Think of them as fickle, and you will be closer than any other descriptor in the dictionary.

Over the course of this documentary description, they have already flown away.

#small gods #seanan mcguire #smallgodseries #lee moyer #icons and stories

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funandwhimsy · 6 days ago

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I finished a quick bad ending run of Veilguard yesterday and I have some thoughts!! Obviously very spoiler-y. For context this is my fourth complete playthrough.

It is really charming how hard the game tries to get you to engage with your companions and the central mechanics. It is begging you to care about your people, it gives you every opportunity to change course and decide you do care, and then it just gives up in the clumsiest way possible. The Butcher meeting is so funny if you've done no Crow quests. The Ivenci reveal is even funnier - I hadn't met them!! We engaged in banter and then I told Teia & Viago I never trusted them. Since I met them thirty seconds ago, I mean.

(Also there's a very brief implication that because you didn't do A Slow Poison Ivenci did use qamek on Treviso? But I blighted Treviso so I have no idea if Jacobus - in his first appearance in that game - was coughing about poison or coughing about becoming a darkspawn if I did a late-game pivot and did decide to do any more quests)

I don't think I could have avoided the initial Taash & Neve conversation about gender, which is kind of sweet. And since that conversation had triggered I did get a mid-game "hey Taash uses 'they' now" interruption in a team meeting which was VERY sweet. I don't really buy the 'team doesn't care about Rook' interpretation but in a dark timeline run they do really step in and try to take care of each other in between being rushed from fight to fight in a way that makes it feel like they get that Rook isn't up for the emotional component of leading and aren't even going to try anymore.

Choosing someone to die at Tearstone Island felt kind of like a mercy in this run, like, Harding got out before having to watch a bunch of the team die violently and that's so good for her. Nobody needs to see that.

Visually Hezenkoss' construct is so much cooler than the giant Venatori bot. This big glowing green energy in a sea of red Venatori magic is so arresting, and does a lot of work to create a thematic "you didn't build a strong coalition, and the bad guys did" thing. Like you miss all the story behind it, except frantic letters from NPCs warning you about their individual big bads, but clearly while you were chasing gods with single minded purpose the gods were investing in community. Whoops.

Tarquin's voice actor is very good? I truly wasn't expecting Viper's death to be the one that pulled me out of like a disengaged "hoo boy this sure is rough" thing to getting kind of teary and re-settling into experiencing this as tragic.

Strife, the construct death, and death of whoever you send to help Morrigan and the Inquisitor are the most violent and brutal, imo. Dragon King especially really goes for it, in a way that's particularly shocking because if you actually do his quest you don't fight him at all. Everyone else gets hit with magic in a way that's upsetting, but not so violent. They don't even really bother to visually confirm Bellara's (or Neve, if you have her do the wards) death; she gets covered by blight tendrils, and everything else is so bleak and dire and deadly there's no point to making you look at the throne and wonder if she's going to burst free.

Tearstone island team lead (Harding)

Strife

Hezenkoss/Construct fighter (Taash)

Aelia/Venatori mage killer (Neve)

Viper

Dragon King/Elgarnan's army fighter (Davrin)

Ward disabler (Bellara)

Final fight companions (Emmrich/Lucanis)

Rook, probably (could Solas heal us in the fade to make us endure being his only company? Maybe!!)

I'm glad I did it, it was a fun experiment. Dragging Solas into the fade kicking and screaming while dying of a gut wound is an extremely metal way for Rook to go. A lot more criticism of the game makes sense in this context, but the game so aggressively pushed you to not do it this way that it's not like that absolves bad faith critics. Also, the ending screen scolds you about how "with more time and preparation, things could have been different" and that's so funny.

#datv #datv spoilers #dragon age the veilguard

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itsthesinbin · 2 years ago

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wrote some beorn porn while the internet was out hope u enjoy it

no warnings on anything iirc

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Beorn was an interesting man. A tall, gruff Skin-Changer who was more gentle to animals than most. You got to witness his affections toward his animal friends in more depth than your previous companions would.

You were in Thorin Oakenshield's company for a time, having joined the same time as Bilbo did from your own, private, circumstances. The Hobbit had been a wonderful roommate, kind from making you food to tending your goose eggs when you'd whack your head on his too-short ceiling. Even protecting you as best he could from those nasty goblins, same as the rest of the company.

But luck would not be on your side in that faithful battle. A sword slashing through your poorly-fitting armor, an arrow in a leg and a crack to the skull left you too injured to join them on the rest of their journey. You tried your best to fight with Thorin, but even Bilbo knew you would be even more of a liability than he was at this point in time.

Once the eagles dropped you off and you were carried to the next stop in the journey, you knew that it would be your last. Gandalf had managed to convince the Skin-Changer to, at least, let you recover before trying to send you on your way. Splintered bones and pierced flesh took time to heal, however.

Beorn was more than a gracious host, going as far as to hand feed you the first week and a half where you were too weak to do it yourself. Face too swollen to chew anything more than softened bread and honey and eyes unable to even see the fork you'd need for anything else. Hands trembling too harshly to allow you to lift one of his already massive cups. Massive for you, at least, since Beorn was a massive man as is.

When he couldn't be with you- be it tending to his bees or being gone throughout the night as a bear- his animal companions kept you company. Dogs would fetch things and a very kind sheep let you use her wooly body as a pillow. Ponies knelt down to let you grab on so you could hobble your way to a prepared bath. His animals were just as kind as he was. Thankfully, not as gruff.

One night, your wrappings needed changing. Thankfully, the blood and puss had stopped, but you were still sweating through them like crazy. The tender skin of your cut torso made it near impossible to change without pain. You tried to keep quiet, and usually it worked, but tonight it was near unbearable. Your animal friends had left you alone for the night, as they always did on nights like this. No wool to muffle the noise and no fur to pet to calm you down.

Without knocking, the door to your little guest room swung open. Hastily, you moved to cover yourself as Beorn's shadow fell over you. Even in the low candlelight, his eyes shone brightly and bore into your own.

Without breaking his gaze from yours, he made his way over to you. Neither of you spoke as he dropped himself next to you. Gently, he took the bandages from your trembling fingers. He pulled the blanket away, and you felt your cheeks flush slightly with a flustered heat.

Slowly, he began to wrap your bandages for you. A gentle nudge to lift an arm or tilt forward was all it took to get his point across.

"I have heard your struggles more often than you think, little rabbit," he murmured. You averted your eyes with a small sigh. You guess you weren't as good as hiding it as you thought.

"Rabbit, huh?" You couldn't help but ask. Beorn had called Bilbo that a time or two as well, but with you the nickname felt more… intimate. He hummed, smoothing the bandages before sliding a hand down your back. You couldn't help but jolt slightly.

"Jittery. Jumpy. Like an injured rabbit, trapped with a bear." There was something in his voice as he spoke. A hunger that made a lump grow in your throat. You forced yourself to look up at him.

"Trapped? Does the bear plan to actually harm me, when I can't defend myself? Have his fill of me?" Beorn let out a grunt in response. A large hand slid up your back again, carefully turning you more toward him. His free hand went up an arm. A shoulder. A cheek.

"Harm? I do not think I would have it in me. Have my fill, however…" He tilted your head up further, leaning down toward you. Your eyes trailed down his face, before flicking back up to meet his own.

"Only if the little, injured rabbit would put their trust in me." His voice was low in your ears, barely above a whisper. He held you in such a way that you knew you could escape his hands if you wished, even with your minimal ability to move. The way he held you was intoxicating, however. Just as his scent and his warmth was.

"Hard not to, after you've taken such good care of me," you replied, leaning forward to meet him. He hummed out a noise so deep it was almost a growl, capturing your lips in a heated kiss.

To say there had been no tension between you two would have been a lie. The way he had fed you had gotten softer. The way he had tended your wounds had gotten much more intimate. A few times you needed help bathing, and even you couldn't miss the way his eyes swept over your body. A darkness to his eyes that gave away every thought he had. You had ignored it, just in case you were reading the wrong signals.

Now that he had your head tilted back, hands on your face and tongue in your mouth, you cursed yourself for being willfully oblivious. You held onto his wrists, feeling yourself become hazy from the smell of honey that seemed to follow him everywhere.

He finally pulled himself from you, helping you tilt back to lay against the pillows. You both knew there wouldn't be much for you in the way of moving. He hardly seemed to care, however, as he took the time to ease your too-large pants down your legs. You hissed as your injured leg was moved, but he simply muttered something in a language you didn't recognize- not that you recognized many languages here, besides the common tongue. It sounded like an apology, however, if the way his thumb grazed the recently-wrapped bandages around your thigh were any indication of his intent.

His lips returned to yours, only for a moment, before they trailed down your jaw. You melted against him and the bed, leaning your head to the side so he could do as he pleased. "Doing as he pleased" led to him nipping and sucking on your neck in hopes of leaving marks.

One of his hands trailed down, sliding along your skin and faintly dragging his nails to make you shiver. It settled between your legs, nudging your thighs open. You reached up, an arm going around one of his shoulders to card your fingers through his hair. He let out a pleased noise against your neck.

You wanted to reach over with the other hand, but the moment it tried crossing over your chest you sucked in a painful gasp of air. Immediately, one of Beorn's hands grasped your own. He set it back in its place carefully, rising from your neck. A stern, but gentle, look in his eye.

"Your injuries do not heal just for this," he said, "let me take care of you as I have been." You grumbled slightly, feeling a heat in your face at his commanding tone. You nodded, however, and Beorn smiled slightly.

To distract you, he brought himself back in for a kiss- more rough and ever so slightly desperate compared to the others. The hand between your legs finally sprang to life, pressing and rubbing against you in a way that made your hips jerk. You couldn't help the small moan that escaped you as your body relaxed further.

Slowly, he left you to remove his own clothes. Not that it took long- his clothes were large and loose, made to remove quickly should he need to change. You were thankful for that as he hurriedly returned to your side.

His hand returned, and you knew this time it was in preparation for the next step. He was a massive man, and he needed you as relaxed and open as possible. After all of this, hurting you was the farthest thing from his mind.

You couldn't help but groan as his fingers slipped inside. Your hips arched and your head dropped back. He moved slowly, deliberately, in a way that would get you to loosen up for him. Your hips rolled in response, trying to get more from him.

Unable to stop himself from much longer, he removed his fingers once again. You whined, only getting a chuckle from him as he got between your legs. He slid his length against you, drawing a shudder and a breathless moan from you. Beorn, himself, let out another low growl at the feel of you.

"Been a long time since I've felt this," he grunted as he pushed in slowly. Your breath hitched at the sensation. He growled, deep and animalistic, as he thrusted into you.

He hauled your hips up- careful of your injuries- and your uninjured leg hooked around his waist. He slid a hefty pillow underneath your weak leg, keeping it elevated so it wouldn't be too uncomfortable. Your hands found his face and pulled him back down for a searing kiss. He held you so sweetly, so securely, you couldn't help but melt against him. Never had anyone treated you so carefully- like you were ready to break. It was just as intoxicating as the honey and cream he'd fed you over your time here.

His mouth found your neck again, hips settling into a nice rhythm as he left new marks on your skin. You felt his sharp teeth scrape and drag along your throat. Such trust you had in the bear, to let his jaws near your neck. Not that he had given you any reason not to trust him.

"Beorn," you murmured in his ear, voice pleading. He let out a low hum, before speeding up. His fingers dug into the meat of your hips, claws pricking your skin delightfully. You gripped onto him as his eager lips moved upward again. He moaned, low and heavy, into your mouth. You couldn't stop the whimper in return.

One of his arms moved, going around your back to cradle you against his strong chest. You whined loudly as you arched up against him. You felt yourself ready to snap, like a coil wound too tight. If his moans and growls were any indication, he felt the same.

You let one of your hands wander down between your legs. You moaned, matching his pace with your hand. He snarled out, latching onto your shoulder with his sharp teeth. You knew you would be bleeding, but neither of you cared in the moment.

You finally snapped, gasping out as you came around him. His growl traveled through your trembling body. He fucked you through it, causing you to cry out in overwhelming pleasure.

He let go of your shoulder as he reared his head back. He moaned, loud and long, as he dragged you as close as possible. He breathed hard, bucking and grinding up into you, as he rode out his own orgasm. Beorn held you suffocatingly close, the heat from him surrounding you completely.

Slowly, you both began to calm down. He panted into your neck, careful not to put too much weight on your upper body. He carefully removed himself from you, settling you back on the bed and pillows. He stood, grabbing a clean cloth and medicine to clean you and dress your newest wound.

"Apologies," he said as he cleaned the new blood from your shoulder. You hissed slightly at the sting, but smiled anyway.

"Can't say I'm upset at having the mark of the bear on me," you teased. His hands stilled for a moment, and you saw him swallow thickly. He made quick work of your wound afterward.

Once you were cleaned, he edged himself under the blankets next to you. His large arms gathered you up, pulling you toward him. You shifted, grunting slightly as you attempted to get comfortable.

"… Stay. With me," he muttered against your temple. You froze for a moment, before looking up at him. You were stunned. He brushed your hair back.

"You have only the Hobbit to return to, do you not? He is a fine fellow, but… you do not care for him as I've seen you do for me." He turned slightly, helping you lay against him better. You chewed on your lip in thought.

It was true. Before the Company, all you had was Bilbo and Bag End. After the Company, you had him, the Dwarves, and Gandalf. Now… You had Beorn. The man who had nursed you to health while your companions traveled on.

You didn't blame them for leaving- okay, maybe a little. You knew Thorin's quest was important, however, so you tried not to let it cloud your judgement of them. But Thorin wasn't the one that hand fed you after your jaws and eyes had swollen nearly shut. Bilbo wasn't the one that took the time to bathe you when you couldn't move. None of them were here to hold you.

"… I've never really taken care of a homestead before," you joked. Beorn couldn't help but laugh, a small shake of his head joining the sound. He got comfortable with you, rubbing a hand up and down your back.

"I can teach you, once you are healed. Now rest." he reached over, blowing out the candle and allowing the moonlight to keep the room lit. He pulled the blanket more securely around you- not that you needed it, since the Skin-Changer was so warm you figured you'd wake up sweating later.

You threw an arm around him, a teddy bear of pure muscle to hold throughout the night. You knew you were safe with him, and drifted off to sleep fast. Usual nightmares of goblins and orcs replaced by sweet dreams of bears and bees and wildflowers. For the first time in a while, you slept peacefully. And for that, you'd be grateful.

#the hobbit #beorn #beorn x reader #nsft

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bijoutarot · 1 year ago

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November Love Reading: What to expect?

Pick An Image

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For the rest of November your focus will be on healing. You will be focusing on getting recharged by resting more and being selective with who will be in your personal space. You are freeing yourself from negativity and toxic people that have been making things difficult for you these past couple of weeks. No more crying or sleepless nights. You are going to be very guarded and moving logically instead of with your heart. This is a heavy air energy Aquarius, Libra, Gemini. For the remainder of the month your focus will be on yourself and your wants and needs. This is the time to be unapologetically selfish!

Image 2

In the next half of the month expect getting contacted by someone in your life. This person has been breadcrumibing you but shows signs that they love you. Deep down inside they love you but they have been taking forever to show you. You have been looking at signs that they are into you more than what they say. This person wants to know everything about you but they are very nonchalant. They would never be direct with how they feel about you which causes so much confusion. For the rest of the month there will be a shift. You will be moving differently in the connection which will cause this person to be concerned. They are almost panicking. This person worries about getting rejected by you.

Image 3

Image 3 the rest of the month will be about family. You will be spending time with your love ones and enjoying their company. There is going to be a lot of love and abundance surrounding you. People will be showering you with compliments and appreciation. Things are finally falling into place in your life. You have the career you want, stably income, close knit family unit, friends, etc. Over the last couple of months you have been waiting for an opportunity to take off. You have been patient and persistent. You have demonstrated resilience despite things going wrong. You always bounce back with a different strategy. You have the power!

Image 4

Image 4 you have experienced a number of changes in the past couple of months. For the rest of the month you will be exploring different options. Always be mindful of how powerful your mind is. You can go after a goal but you are failing before you start because of your negative attitude. If you believe you are going to fail then that is what is going to happen. Have more faith in your abilities and give yourself grace. There will be a number of new opportunities that you will be considering. It can be job offers or love offers. Some opportunities are not as good as the others so it is important to weigh your options and choose what will benefit you the most. In your love life there is someone who you will be on the outs with which gives you the time to focus on you and your goals. This person might have been a distraction.

Which image resonates?

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traumacatholic · 9 months ago

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I was told there is a 50% chance I'll need a root canal that I just can't afford. I don't know how much more stress and humiliation I can take. prayers appreciated greatly.

I'm really sorry to hear this. It would also be worth looking into local and national charities and seeing if there's any that exist that can offer financial aid / support for dental treatments that are outside of your budget. I would imagine that there would be some support and advice for people in your position. Please also do consider reaching out to your local Church (or local Churches) and seeing if there's any kind of support and guidance they can provide. They might be able to signpost you to some kind of support, but at the very least having their prayers also can be of some great comfort and support.

I'm going to put some prayers under the readmore, that you might find to be of help

Prayers for all sick people

O Lord Almighty, healer of our souls and bodies, Who putteth down and raiseth up, Who chastiseth and health also; now, in Thy great mercy, visit our brothers and sisters who are sick. Stretch forth Thy hand that is full of healing and health, and raise them up, and cure them of their illness. Put away from them the spirit of disease and of every malady, pain and fever to which they are bound. And if they have sins and transgressions, grant to them remission and forgiveness, for Thou lovest humankind. Yea, O Lord my God, have pity on Thy creation, through the compassions of Thine only-begotten Son, together with Thine all-holy, good, and life-creating Spirit, with whom Thou art blessed, both now and ever, and to ages of ages.

Prayers for yourself in sickness

O Lord Jesus Christ our Saviour, the Physician of our souls and bodies, Who didst become Man and suffer death on the Cross for our salvation, and through Thy tender love and compassion didst heal all manner of sickness and affliction: do Thou, O Lord, visit me in my suffering, and grant me grace and strength to bear this sickness with which I am afflicted, with Christian patience and submission to Thy will, trusting in Thy lovingkindness and tender mercy. Bless, I pray Thee, the means used for my recovery, and those who administer them. I know, O Lord, that I justly deserve any punishment Thou mayest inflict upon me, for I have so often offended Thee and sinned against Thee in thought, word, and deed. Therefore, I humbly pray to Thee, look upon my weakness, and deal not with me according to my sins, but according to the multitude of Thy mercies. Have compassion on me, and let mercy and justice meet; and deliver me from the sickness and suffering I am undergoing. Grant that my sickness may be the means of my true repentance and amendment of my life according to Thy will, that I may spend the rest of my days in Thy love and fear; that my soul, being helped by Thy grace and sanctified by Thy holy mysteries, may be prepared for its transition to the eternal life and there, in the company of Thy blessed saints, may praise and glorify Thee with Thy Eternal Father and Life-giving Spirit. Amen.

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O Holy Father, heavenly Physician of the body and soul, Who hast sent Thine Only-begotten Son, our Lord Jesus Christ, to heal ailments and deliver us from death; do Thou heal me, Thy servant, of all suffering, and restore me to health by the grace of Thy Divine Son, through the intercessions of our Most Holy Queen Ever-virgin Mary, the Mother of God, and all the saints. For Thou art the Fountain of all cure, O Lord, and we give thanks to Thee, the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit, now and forever, and unto ages of ages. Amen.

Prayer for Protection

O Lord, Thou who steadied the hand of Peter as he began to sink on the stormy sea, if Thou are with me, no one is against me. Grant to me the shield of faith and the mighty armor of the Holy Spirit to protect me and guide me to do Thy will. The future I put into Thy hands, O Lord, and I follow Thee to a life in Christ. Amen

Prayers for Oneself in Time of Need

Almighty God, the Father of mercies and God of all comfort, come to my help and deliver me from this difficulty that besets me. I believe Lord, that all trials of life are under Your care and that all things work for the good of those who love You. Take away from me fear, anxiety and distress. Help me to face and endure my difficulty with faith, courage and wisdom.

Grant that this trial may bring me closer to You for You are my rock and refuge, my comfort and hope, my delight and joy. I trust in Your love and compassion. In the name of the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. Amen.

Prayer for Oneself in Times of Sickness

O Lord, Healer of our bodies and souls, visit me with Your loving-kindness and stretch forth Your hand of healing. Raise me up from this bed of sickness, and heal me of all disease, pain, and fever that is binding me. We bless and honour You, our most holy Father, gracious Son, and life-creating Spirit, both now and forever. Amen. Almighty God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, because You love mankind, pity Your creation. Your only-begotten Son taught us that not even the smallest sparrow falls to the ground without Your knowledge. We pray to You for Your servant [name here], for the healing of body and soul. Calm me with confidence in the fullness of Your love. To You belongs all our praise and worship, to the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit, unto ages of ages. Amen.

Prayer to St. Spyridon of Trimythus

O most blessed hierarch Spyridon, thou great Saint of Christ and glorious wonder-worker!

Standing in heaven before the throne of God with choirs of Angels, look down with a compassionate eye upon the people gathered here (names may be added) and asking thy powerful help.

Entreat the merciful kindness of God Who loveth mankind, that He judge us not according to our iniquities, but rather act towards us according to His mercy.

Ask for us of Christ our God, a peaceful and serene life, health of soul and body, a fruitful earth, and in all things abundance and prosperity; that we turn not unto evil the good things bestowed upon us by our generous God, but rather unto His glory and the praise of thine intercession.

Deliver us, who with unswerving faith approach God, from all ills, whether spiritual or physical; from all discouragements and diabolical snares.

Be a consoler unto those in sorrow, a healer of the infirm, a helper of those in troubles, a coverer of the naked, a defender of widows, a protector of orphans, a nourisher of infants, a strengthener of the aged, a guide unto travellers, a compass to those that sail, and pray for all that seek thy mighty intercession, that they may receive all that is profitable unto their salvation: so that, taught and kept by thy prayers, we may attain eternal rest and together with thee glorify God, Who is One in the Holy Trinity, the Father, and the Son, and the Holy Spirit, now and ever, and unto ages of ages.

Prayer to Saint Nicholas the Wonderworker

Hierarch and father, O most holy Nicholas, thou extraordinary Saint of the Lord, our loving defender and ready helper in sorrows everywhere: help us sinners and hapless ones in the present life: entreat the Lord God to grant us remission of all of our sins, that we have committed from our youth and all our life, by deed, word, though and all our senses; and in the passing of our souls, help us wretched ones; entreat the Lord God and Maker of all creation, to deliver us from trials in the air and eternal torment: that we may alway glorify the Father, and the Son, and the Holy Spirit, and thy merciful intercession, now and ever, and unto ages of ages. Amen.

Prayer in Time of Trouble

O God, our help and assistance Who is just and merciful, and Who hears the supplications of Your people, look down upon me. Have mercy upon me and deliver me from the trouble that besets me. Deal not with me after my sins, but according to Your bountiful mercies, for I am the work of Your hands and You know my weakness. Grant me, I beseech You, Your divine helping grace, and endow me with patience and strength to endure my tribulations with complete submission to Your Will. You know my misery and suffering and to You, my only hope and refuge, I flee for relief and comfort. Trusting in Your infinite love and compassion, I know that in due time, when You know best, You will deliver me from this trouble and turn my distress into comfort. I shall rejoice in Your mercy and exalt and praise Your Holy Name, of Father, Son, and Holy Spirit, forever. Amen.

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originallandlockedmariner · 5 months ago

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World Suicide Prevention Day thoughts...

As a kid, I was shuffled between 4 different elementary schools and 2 different high schools. I was still lucky enough to find friends willing to keep in touch and still do today. I was put on academic probation in my first semester of my first year of university. Eventually, I graduated and found a job in my field the next day. My parents separated (twice) and eventually divorced; sadly I too, albeit amicably, have a divorce in my past. Today, I still value the idea of marriage, commitment and loyalty. I have had the big house, the bi-annual vacation getaways, rental properties, and the multiple cars, and a garage full of toys, only to see every single one of them disappear. I’ve signed papers, sat back and watched as the bank repossessed everything I had ever worked for. I had a renter steal all of my condo’s possessions, and then had salt rubbed in the wound when the insurance company refused to pay for the losses. I still see the good in people, still try to trust people, and see my realigned viewpoint on material possessions as somewhat of a silver lining. As a teacher, I’ve been fined, suspended, and had my name dragged through the mud, time and time again. I still consider my career as a calling, still believe I make a difference every day, and know all of my missteps have been made with good intentions. I’ve heard the words “I don’t love you anymore” and “we are done” more times than I care to admit, yet through all the heartache and tears, the self-doubt and hopelessness, it lead me to my one true love. It led me home. Sometimes the things in our lives we fear, or those that seem unbearable at the time, are only preparing us for better things down the road of our journey. If my words find you in one of those horrible places, I hope you know it will get better. Have patience and faith in the healing ability of time. Believe me, I know how dark some days can get, how impossible it can be to breathe, or even get out of bed, but please don’t give up. Don’t ever give up.

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albatmobile · 9 months ago

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Cardinal Sins Chapter 5

𓅪 Living with your vigilante boyfriends for the past year has been amazing, well, almost. Butting heads, old wounds resurfacing and a deadly threat still looming overhead could threaten the sanctity of everything you've ever fought for. Will you finally overcome your tainted past and survive the trials and tribulations, or will your relationships and your faith crumble under the pressure?

Rated: M | 5k | TW: drowning | Contains: pizza party, arguments, healing, searching for clues fem!Reader x Jason Todd x Roy Harper [masterlist] Previous in Series: Art of Rehabilitating Snowbirds

Chapter Five: Tidal Wave

A week later, you finally convince Roy to invite Conner over.

Roy’s still been struggling since Cadmus, but each week it has been looking more and more up. However, you can’t help but wonder if he’s just putting on a front.

When you originally brought up the idea of Roy speaking to the Kryptonian, he’d scoffed. That all changed as soon as Lian had heard Auntie Stephanie would be coming as well. From there, it was as good as over for Roy.

With Jason and Lian on your side, Roy eventually conceded, which is where you stand today.

“Shit’s gonna be fucking awkward,” Roy mumbles as he reads over the text one more time before hitting send, confirming the meeting in an hour.

Yesterday Roy’d called Conner and invited him over for lunch. Stephanie must’ve already given Conner the rundown from your evening with her because he readily accepted.

Now, here the three of you are, bustling around with last minute arrangements in anticipation of your friend’s arrival.

It’s one of the last warm days out, which Jason decides means it’s perfect for pizzas. The back deck contains a state-of-the-art pizza oven that you haven’t broken in yet, so it seems like the perfect day to christen it.

Roy’s helping Lian add her toppings when the elevator suddenly dings a few minutes later.

You’re the only one in the kitchen, so you hadn’t seen anyone call up to be let in. You’re less confused when the doors open to reveal Damian and Jon.

“Hey,” you smile, wiping the flour from your hands as you move to greet him. Damian greets you with a kiss on each cheek, with Jon coming up behind him to squeeze the three of you into an inhumanly tight hug. “Jon!” you wheeze until he releases both of you with an airy laugh.

“Are you expecting company?”

By now, Jason and Roy have taken notice of the unexpected visitors and move inside to greet them. Lian races up to Jon, giggling with glee when he immediately lifts her into a dizzying spin that leaves her absolutely ecstatic.

“Uncle Jon!” She pinches his cheeks as he holds her in his arms. Meanwhile, Damian eyes her with awkwardness oozing from his every chalant movement. Lian doesn’t give him a chance to be awkward because she leaps from Jon’s arms to race toward Damian. “Uncle Dami!”

The little girl latches around his legs, nearly toppling him over upon impact.

He pats awkwardly at her shoulder, bending down to give her a side hug in greeting, “Hello there.”

“We were in the neighborhood,” Jon supplies. “Damian and Bruce had a meeting down the street from here so I brought them coffees. As soon as it was done, I figured we’d just stop by and say ‘hi,’ sooo here we are!” He looks around awkwardly at the preparation you have going on. “If we’re intruding, we can totally-.”

You wave off his concern easily. The more the merrier.

“How’s Bruce been?” you ask. You haven’t seen him since the family dinner when you’d first moved in.

“Completely preoccupied with his latest fling. Some rich socialite named Samantha,” Damian says. He doesn’t particularly perturbed nor excited, so you can’t exactly get a read on the new woman.

Typical Damian.

The call button rings out before you can answer. You excuse yourself, moving to answer it while Jon and Damian catch up with Jason and Roy.

It was a good call on the pizzas; you smile Jason’s way as if to say so. There’s plenty of extra dough for everyone to make their own and it’ll be easy enough to add on two chairs to the patio table.

You catch yourself smiling wide.

It feels exciting to be able to hold events in your home. Your parents never had any guests over, so this was all new territory for you. It’s completely liberating and only proves how far you’ve come since meeting this rambunctious group.

“Fuck is baby bird doing here?” Steph asks once you let her and her boyfr-… well, her and Conner and Tim up. “Jon!” Stephanie makes a break for the lean man, giving him a tight hug that made his Kryptonian-strength one with you look weak.

The eight of you congregate on the patio as a mess of toppings gets passed around until everyone’s pizzas are in the oven.

As soon as everyone’s seated, Lian insists on pouring everyone lemonade, which means you have to follow behind her with a towel to clean up the spills. She misses Damian’s Jimmy Choo oxfords by a mere centimeter.

You smile apologetically at him, but he waves you off easily and thanks Lian with a small smile.

Thankfully there’s no food fight this time, you’re in no mood to clean up after a Bat Family pizza battle, but it’s filled with boisterous laughter and wide smiles, nonetheless.

After a while, Conner and Roy separate from the group. They excuse themselves from the table as they move to chat in the living room. Lian soon follows behind her dad, begging for him to turn on Young Justice for her. After years of watching the show, she still can’t get enough of it and you know you’ll rue the day she grows out of it.

“I’m sure by now we’ve all heard that Wayne Enterprise was broken into last night,” Damian says once everyone’s had their fill of pizza. “Father and I were in Bialya, but we switched flights to arrive back early this morning.”

This doesn’t seem like news to anyone. if anything, it appears to be more of a way for him to break the ice.

“We all know what the feather means, right?” Tim says. “I thought it was a mere legend, a stupid story Bruce told us to freak us out.”

“What was?” Connor questions.

Stephanie snorts before ominously reciting, “‘Beware the court of owls that watches all the time, gazing from the shadows behind cement and lime. They see you at your heath. They see you in your bed. Take care, beware, or they will send a talon for your head.’” It’s quiet as she finishes, which she uses to fuck with you guys even more. “BOO!” she shouts suddenly.

You hate that you jump but are, at the very least, glad that Jon jumps, too. Thankfully, he shares the heat with you as the table laughs at your plight.

“Not funny, Brown,” Damian scolds her, seemingly deep in thought.

“You know it’s all just bullshit, right?” She rolls her blue eyes with a smirk. “You’re about 15 years too old to be believing in that, Dami.”

“The Court of Owls is very much real,” Damian says. He then looks down at his plate briefly as if reminiscing on something, leaving Stephanie’s chuckles to cease. “Father used to tell me that tale. I wrote it off, too, until I met Talon.” The joking atmosphere at the table quickly dissipates. “He’s the top Court soldier. He came to me when I was vulnerable, young and angry, way before I’d met either of you,” Damian says, motioning toward you and Jon. “My grandfather had been murdered in front of my very eyes and suddenly everything I knew changed from that day forward. Father took me in, but he didn’t have a choice. He hated the way I thought, hated how I was trained to kill, hated how I felt no mercy. Now I realize that Father saw me as much of a project as Talon did.

"Talon used my prior training to twist my relationship with Father. He corrupted my mind- manipulated it to make me think what was right was wrong. He molded me like clay until I was a primal shell of my former self without me ever realizing the shift. I was a senseless killer under the guise of morality.” He sounds so disappointed in himself. Jon won’t allow it, though, as he scoops Damian’s tanned hand into his pale one with a comforting squeeze. “I forgot all my training with Father and Grandfather to follow this… this false idol. Father nearly sent me back to my mother but it was only fair considering I nearly gave away his secret identity to the Court.”

“Why are you telling us all of this?” Tim questions gently.

“Because,” Damian hisses as if it should be obvious, “I don’t want any of you to underestimate the Court, let alone question if they’re real.” His words seem pointedly directed toward Stephanie. “If they’re making moves as big as this, we can’t let our guards down. With all of Father’s extensive data on Gotham, he still has no known record of their base nor any inkling as to who runs it. If the emitter really is in their hands, they’re very much a threat.”

“I can’t help but think it has to do with Joker,” Jason adds solemnly. “He escapes and later that same night, there’s a hit from the Court of Owls? It can’t be a coincidence.”

You can’t help but wonder if Joker is somehow connected to this elusive Court. “If he is, that could explain the chokehold he had on Cadmus,” you say.

The table nods in agreement.

Just what are you dealing with here? This seems way out of your depth now and, looking around at the table, it seems like everyone’s in agreement.

“If he is involved, I won’t hesitate this time,” Jason says, immediately locking eyes with you.

You feel simmering rage stirring within you. What was the point of the apologies if he was just going to bring this same shit up a day later? And in front of your family, too!

Cunt.

Tim seems like he wants to speak but refrains. Even Stephanie seems at a loss for how to address Jason’s rageful resoluteness at the topic.

“Father will disown you,” Damian states what’s on everybody’s minds.

“You sound like you agree with that decision,” Jason spits.

“It’s his code.” Damian meets Jason’s searing gaze with a practiced coolness. “Everyone knows what they sign up for when it comes to this family. It seems like she’s the only one who has any sense between the two of you,” Damian reprimands as he gestures between you and Jason.

“We did it Bat’s way last time,” he growls. “Now, look. He’s broken out, he’s back. Dangerous equipment has been stolen by a dangerous fable that has even Bruce scared and has possible ties to the clown psychopath. He keeps. coming. Back.” Jason slams his fist on the table to emphasize each word. “There’s only one way this ever really ends.”

“Jason,” you trail off with your brows furrowing in concern.

“What? What can you tell me that you haven’t before, that they haven’t before.” Jason shakes his head angrily. “Besides, you don’t actually care whether that fucker lives or not, you just care about what Brucey thinks. Guess what? You’ll never earn his acceptance. None of us have and none of us ever truly will,” Jason says before gesturing wildly at the members of the Bat Family, who hang their heads in response. “You’re blind, babe, if you can’t see it.”

You share a terse smile with the other inhabitants at the table before abruptly getting up.

“Excuse me.”

You don’t bother checking behind you, knowing Jason’s emerald heat is following your every movement as you sidle up to Roy on the couch. You delicately cuddle against him, replaying Jason’s cruel words on repeat while pretending like everything’s fine.

You finally focus in on their conversation somewhat when the patio door slides open and Damian leaves without a word, Jon following awkwardly behind his pissed-off boyfriend. Not even a minute later, Jason follows, storming past the couch to slam your bedroom door shut behind himself.

Roy looks at you questioningly, but you merely encourage him to keep chatting with Conner.

“This is more important right now, baby.”

“Bat shit?” Conner snorts at Roy’s question, seeming to understand from his time spent with the family.

You just kiss Roy’s freckled cheek, shuffling against him until he concedes and puts his arm around you.

The sliding door sounds from behind you as Tim and Stephanie shut the patio door behind them and move to fill the remaining seats on the sectional.

Roy doesn’t seem to notice as he continues on with the topic at hand, “You’re the only other person I know who’s dealt with Cadmus’ cloning bullshit.”

“Definitely different sides of that experience, though,” Conner says. “It took a long time for Superman to get used to me and what I stood for. Well, who I stood for.”

“Lex,” Roy supplies.

“Yeah,” he sounds pained.

“Didn’t he,” Tim starts, then trails off when everyone’s eyes fall on him. “Wasn’t that the one who gave you your arm, Roy?”

“Yeah,” Roy replies.

A heavy silence settles across the room.

“More similar than we thought, then, I guess,” Conner finally pipes up after a few beats of silence.

You’re glad Stephanie mentioned the idea and even more so that Conner agreed. It seems like they’re connecting in a way that’s clearly beneficial to Roy’s continued path toward healing. For the first time since your argument with Jason, you allow yourself to exhale.

At the very least, this part of today was going right.

“You seemed so calm being back in that place.” Roy shakes his head like he can’t believe it. “All I felt was this miserable rage. It was like I was seconds away from an all-out rampage,” Roy admits.

“I hide it well,” Conner shrugs. “Obviously, our situations aren’t exactly the same, but even though I was under mind control for most of it, it doesn’t mean I don’t still get flashes of that place. I still have nightmares about situations I can’t even place and I still feel the feelings I felt throughout.”

Eventually, Jason reemerges from the room to sit beside you in a huff. His arms are crossed, but that only lasts so long before he moves his arm behind Roy’s shoulders, trapping you both against him. He runs an apologetic hand up and down your thigh, though he never actually apologizes.

Typical Jason.

As long as Roy remains somewhat oblivious and more focused on the conversation at hand, you’re content to let it slide. For now, that is.

Roy sighs, “The nightmares make it feel like it’s always happening.” Boy, do you know how that feels. You squeeze his thigh in reassurance, catching his soft eyes as you do. “It’s like no matter how many years pass, no matter how much therapy I go through, it never completely goes away. I feel weak sometimes, but I wish it would go away. I wish that all the progress and work I’ve put in every second of every fucking day could make it disappear completely, but I know it never will and I’ll always have to keep fucking working towards being okay with not being completely okay and, you know what? Part of me isn’t okay with that and I battle with that rage every day.”

“You should know by now that after that rage only comes sadness and emptiness, then,” Conner supplies.

Roy stills minutely before continuing on as if he hadn’t, “Yeah.”

“Your meetings are good, but if you keep it all inside from the people you care about, you’ll only ever make so much progress,” Stephanie pipes up.

You feel Jason stiffen a bit, knowing Roy felt the same minuscule movement as well.

Part of you wants to turn around and shove her words down into every crevice of his stubborn brain. It’s like no matter how many times you have the conversation about being open with each other, Jason can never seem to fully grasp the concept in a way that’s beneficial for you or Roy.

None of you have ever been used to depending on anyone, but that doesn’t mean it still has to be that way.

“Honestly, what helped me most was having a support system who helped me work through my emotions.” Conner awkwardly rubs at the back of his neck. It’s obvious that he’s not used to talking about his feelings and is only cemented by his next statement. “I’m not very good with emotions even still, but I have people who understand this and still help me work through everything,” Conner says as he looks from Roy to you, then to Jason. “It seems like you’ve got a pretty good support system, too.”

“I do,” Roy says gratefully.

“Lean on them, even us,” Conner says, shooting him a meaningful look. “I promise it’ll get easier.”

•••

Later that week, they finally decide to test the credibility of your visions.

At a loss for leads, you’d told them about your latest vision of tunnels. Once Roy had confirmed there’d been seismic activity in the area, they decided to test your vision one step further.

So, here the three of you are, suited up in the wee hours of the night to investigate your plagued thoughts. They follow you into the tunnels Tim had pointed out the night he’d played designated driver.

Your mask and Jason’s offer night vision. Meanwhile, Roy’s tinkered together glasses that offer him not only night vision but a thermal cam and so much more. You’re waiting to get your own mask upgraded by him, but, for right now, night vision alone will do. As soon as you land in the muck, you activate it, looking around the four tunnels surrounding you as Arsenal and Red Hood join you in the murky stream beneath your feet.

“Which way?”

They both look at you like you can somehow psychically summon the answer in your mind on command.

You can’t.

“I don’t fucking know,” you retort more sharply than you’d meant to. “Maybe we should we split up?” you try again, not wanting to start off the night on a bad note.

“You’ve watched enough Scooby Doo with Lian to know that that’s never a good idea.”

“Fair enough,” you laugh. “Maybe try using your thermal cam?”

“Good idea, princess- Cardinal,” Arsenal corrects himself before you can. “Oh, shit. No way.” He trudges toward the right-most tunnel to where you stand. “There’s a small trace over here, but it could just be animals.”

“Humans are animals,” Red Hood points out.

“Angsty ass motherfucker,” you mutter under your breath as you push past him to follow after Arsenal. “Maybe that disposition’s the reason you act like such a dick to the people who support you the most.”

Yeah, you still haven’t fully forgiven him for the stunt he pulled the other day in front of everyone. Though, you suppose forgiving would mean someone, Jason, would have to apologize again. Maybe this time, he’d actually fucking mean it.

You know that the Joker has always been a sore subject between the two of you, but it shouldn’t be tearing you apart like this if you truly do love each other.

Hood scoffs your name, “Why are you acting like I don’t fucking care about you?”

Arsenal’s kind enough not to call Hood out on the hypocrisy. Usually, it’s the redhead that can’t help but slip up and bring personal life into the field, but this time, it’s Red Hood.

You continue to kick through the water ahead of him, only faltering slightly at the accusation.

“Because you act like you don’t fucking care,” you retort. After all, how could he apologize and then turn around and spit in your face like he had? The two of you are supposed to be on the same team.

“You don’t know what you’re saying,” he hisses, coming to an audible halt behind you.

“Oh,” you stop as well but remain resolute in staring ahead, “I don’t?”

“Fuck you,” Red Hood hisses before he grabs at his helmet, ripping it off in frustration. He trudges forward to turn you around so that you’re face to face with his desperate expression that’s partially obstructed by his domino mask. “I’d give my life for you. Either of you!” His declaration echoes about the labyrinth of tunnels that surround the three of you.

It’s by no means a resolution, but at least it’s something.

“We should get our heads back in the game,” Arsenal suggests gently before you can bother to respond.

Hood searches your masked face a few moments more before putting his helmet back on. This time, he moves ahead of you, leaving you and Arsenal to hobble through the water behind him.

Moss hangs from the cracked cement ceilings and the murky water only deepens the further in you get.

By the time you reach your next waypoint, it’s up to your mid-calf. You don’t have to ask what the tunnels were used for when you’ve passed by at least three abandoned subway cars. Each one looks more decrepit than the rest, though they still seem mostly intact for how moss-covered and slimy they look.

“The trail looks like it continues up here.” Arsenal points at the tunnel dead ahead. His voice drops lower, “These are pretty defined trails. Do you think someone’s down here right now?”

“Better safe to assume so,” Red Hood warbles. “Minimal talking for now. Keep quiet and alert.”

The three of you stay still for a few minutes, waiting for a hint of, well, anything. When nothing produces, your trio finally wades deeper into the abandoned subway system.

Sometimes, you pass by a grate that offers the quiet comfort of moonlight, but it disappears just as fast as it appears.

Even though you’re going deeper into the maze of tunnels, the subway cars you’re seeing seem less gunky and more functional. Hood and Arsenal notice, too, as they trudge through the water to inspect them. You follow behind them, noticing a platform that looks like it leads to an old stop.

A sharp pang rings out in your skull as if an anvil’s hitting it.

That can’t be good.

“I think he knows we’re here,” you say, completely distracted by the pain in your head. You rub at your temples, but nothing seems to help.

“Joker?” Hood questions now sounding on edge.

Though you’d given them shit for asking you for directions earlier, the pounding in your head couldn’t be any clearer of a warning.

A familiar, sickening nausea sinks into the pit of your stomach as faint laughter echoes about the chambers of your brain. You can’t help but wonder if the ‘two subjects’ the Cadmus scientist had been referring to had anything to do with this feeling… Maybe it had nothing to do with a pregnancy and everything to do with him.

Joker.

Luckily, your partners seem to recognize the severity of the situation.

Hood and Arsenal survey the area with weapons drawn, but everything remains completely quiet. The only sounds that trickle through the searing pain are the constant drips that seem to get louder and louder the more unbearable the pain in your head becomes.

“He knows we’re here,” you say again before cutting yourself off. “No, he’s here,” you look around fast. “Arsenal, put on your gas mask.” While your mask and Red Hood’s already offered protection against aerosol attacks, Arsenal’s domino mask left him vulnerable to them.

He does as you say and they both wait, Roy with his arrow drawn and Jason with his guns locked and loaded.

Cackling strikes like a whip, crashing around the rock walls around you as they echo across your ears.

You freeze, trying not to freak out.

You attempt to pinpoint just where the noise had come from when you see something.

“Look!” you shout. Your partners have taken to circling around you, facing the darkness that surrounds you with weapons pointed, “Up ahead, I think I see someone.” You squint, trying to make out the figure.

More cackling, but it’s not coming from the masked figure you have in your sights. Part of you can’t help but wonder if you’re merely imagining the noise entirely, but you can’t afford to question your sanity right now.

It’s still completely dark inside, but you swear you see the same mask, the same long hair you saw in your first vision. It’s so brief you think you’ve imagined it. That is until a large blast shakes the entire underground facility.

There’s no time to react before rubble and thousands of tons of water descend upon the three of you.

You manage a quick breath before you’re pulled under.

All around you, cement chunks fall from the ceiling like thawing icicles

When you surface, you’re scrambling.

Your arms flail around as you attempt to take in your surroundings. The water is easily over 10 feet high now and growing by the minute. If the three of you don’t get out of here soon, you’ll all get trapped and, eventually, drown.

“They blew out the wall to the harbor!” Arsenal’s panicked voice sounds over your comm system.

Before you have a chance to respond, the ceiling above you gives out. You barely manage a scream as you’re once again plunged underwater and become pinned by the debris.

You’d attempted to hold your breath, but as soon as you slammed against the concrete, the breath you’d saved easily releases, leaving you with what little oxygen you have left in your already aching lungs.

Your wet mask plastered against your face isn’t helping anything, nor is the darkness surrounding you. Soon, you find yourself on the verge of panicking.

“I’m in a subway car. Arsenal, do you have eyes on Cardinal?” you hear a deep voice question over the pounding in your head.

You want to close your eyes so bad, you fight them blinking shut but it’s growing harder with each passing second. You know you’re going to pass out soon. Whether from lack of oxygen or blunt force trauma, you don’t know what will win out first.

“Tracking her now.”

They continue to talk, reaching out to you but you’re already moments away from gulping in the water around you. Your head is killing, your throat burns and the pressure behind your nose tempts you to inhale the liquid around you.

Suddenly, you feel a light tug on your body. You kick lightly, not understanding if this person poses a threat in the daze of your head injury. This time, the person pulls harder and you’re pulled from the rubble.

You break the surface with a gasp, hacking as you gulp down the little amount of air remaining in the tight space. You don’t fight when you feel your savior pull your soaking mask away from your face. No, instead, you gulp in the unrestricted access to oxygen.

“Arsenal?”

Your comm finally starts to make sense again and you find yourself helping the redhead next to you paddle.

“We’re going to have to go back under, beautiful." You nod, not realizing what the man is talking about until his next statement. “Deep breath, baby." Ultimately, you do as he says but you end up struggling against his overbearing hold when he plunges the two of you back into the inky, wet darkness.

“There’s a portion of the car next to me with the roof still uncovered.”

You suddenly feel the direction change and quickly give up on fighting. It seems like the actual danger is the water and not so much a person.

You’re losing consciousness and can’t find it in yourself to hold your breath as you had before. Luckily, you surface before you can suck any water into your lungs.

The redhead- Arsenal, your mind lazily supplies, lifts you onto the exposed top of a subway car. The man soon joins you, panting as he gets to work, removing the emergency exit so the two of you can climb into the vehicle. Roy- Arsenal, you can hardly keep anyone’s name straight right now, scrambles, looking for something, anything, but it’s just the two of you alone in the subway car.

You quickly drop to the floor, feeling helpless as the pain across your body pulsates with each panicked breath you take.

Roy says your name as a desperate plea. “This looks bad. This looks really bad,” he mutters to himself as he looks over the limited supplies you have as the subway car begins to take on water. “Stay awake for me, princess. Hood?” The redhead scrambles to use your communication device on account of his getting knocked out.

“I’m here,” Jason assures him. His voice sounds entirely calm under its signature robotic guise. “What’s the situation looking like?”

“We need to get her to the cave ASAP,” Roy urges in horror. He stops stroking your damp hair as he looks over at Jason in the next car.

He’s starting to panic, but Jason needs him to stay calm if you are all going to pull through. He can’t afford to break the glass yet and add another route for water to pour through, but Roy knows he needs to do something and fast.

It’s at this moment that the glass begins to crack under the pressure of the harbor water.

In your dazed mind, you realize you should get up and help Roy look for a way out. You should look at Jason one last time in case it’s the last time you see him, but your body feels broken, your mind even more so.

“Arsenal,” Jason says over the comms, sounding like it’s the end.

Roy won’t allow it, though. No, he continues to hobble around the small area of the car. Your clouded eyes follow unfocused as he messes around with the subway controls at the very front of the car.

“Your car’s attached to this one, Hood. I think I can get us out of here; just hold tight,” he says. At this, Roy pulls down a stubborn lever and the car slowly creaks to life. The ground below you jolts as the wheels begin to spin. Slowly at first, then picking up speed as your car totes Jason’s along the destroyed tracks. “We’ve only got one shot at this, Jay,” you hear from above you as Roy putters about with his arrows.

The cars are taking on too much water, to the point Roy has to haul you up so you don’t drown on the ground.

“What’s the plan?” your ear buzzes with Jason’s familiar, deep voice.

Your head feels like it’s splitting in two and the pressure behind your eyes makes you feel like they’re about to bug out of your head, but you try to remain present for a reason you can’t really place right now.

“We crash another hole in this bitch. Right before we hit, shoot out a window and swim up.”

“That’s our best plan?”

Your head feels like an axe hitting your skull with each word.

“Might be the only one we’ve got.”

You’re holding onto consciousness when you see Roy take an explosive arrow. He shoots out one of your car's windows just as Jason takes his gun to do the same.

You think you manage to scream that you love them, but too soon after, all that encompasses you is darkness.

A/N: cliffhanger... dun dun duuuunnn

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