#my back hurts pretty bad. i can tune it out a little but not ignore it. i think this is making the rest of my spine really tense? and

[writhe]

my whole body hurts SO BAD

[boothillssugarmomma]

An Oni's Careful Watch

(Itto x Fem! reader)

cw: Mentions of injury, mentions of gangs, Protective!Itto, Boyfriend!Itto

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A week ago you had a run in with a local Inazuma gang who didn't take kindly to Itto's. While you can always protect yourself, Itto doesn't think so.

You had taken your vision off that day, leaving it at home so it didn't call too much attention while you went out running errands for the day.

Which was a pretty big mistake seeing as it landed you with a black eye and a broken wrist.

Itto was FURIOUS about this when you showed up to the gang's usual meeting place. He even stopped his Onikabuto match after you told him what happened!

So now your boyfriend won't stop trailing you around and keeping an eye on you. Sure it was sweet at first...but now he's overbearing and over cautious about every little thing!

"Oh woah woah woah! Anddd what do you think you're doing?" Itto huffs, pulling you back into his arms, making sure you don't go within two feet of him. You two were running your weekly errands as normal, but this was exhausting with his constant nagging.

"Just because I got jumped by another gang doesn't mean that I can't protect myself!" You sigh, looking up at the Oni. His eyes meet yours and you can tell he isn't going to budge.

He was quick to scoff at your little attitude, his chest puffing out a bit.

"Handle yourself, huh?" He laughed down at you. Finding it humorous you were speaking like you know what you're doing, and that just riled him up. He pulled you to his body, so you were practically flush against him, making you stumble over your feet a bit.

"You really think you can take care of yourself? Like you haven't gotten yourself into trouble already, multiple times might I add..."

The air gets kind of crisp as he sees your eyes glare into his. He shivers a bit, and Itto just knows he started something.

"Woah! Woah! Let's get this straight it was two times!" You hiss softly. "And one was your fault!"

Itto's mouth fell open in shock. How dare you say he was the one at fault! He'd been protecting you, that was all. It was your own fault for getting into the mess anyway!

"Bullshit!" He argued back. His fingers dug into your waist, his hand squeezing your hips almost possessively. You weren't about to get away with putting the blame on him.

"I was trying to keep you safe, that's all! I wasn't the one who was talking back to gang members!"

Pausing in the street to raise an eyebrow at him, your eyes narrow even more if that's even possible. "And care to remember why was I talking back to them?" You fold your arms.

"Because you're too troublesome and can't keep your mouth shut!" Itto retorted, refusing to back down in the midst of the argument. A part of him wanted to roll his eyes at the ridiculousness of it all.

"When those guys were talking to you, you should've just walked away! But NOOO, you had to say something to them, and the next thing I knew, they were holding you at knifepoint!"

You let out a breathy laugh and roll your eyes. "Oh really? So I wasn't arguing with them because they hurt your feelings!?" You poke his chest with your finger.

The audacity you had. Itto felt himself grow a little irritated. You were completely ignoring the fact he was just trying to defend you! He wasn't hurt, his feelings hadn't been messed with. His feelings of annoyance on the other hand, sure...

"What the hell are you talking about? They didn't hurt my feelings. It was you they hurt!" Itto protested, his grip on your hip tightening in frustration.

You let out a small huff and pull away from him. "Sue me if I don't appreciate people talking bad about my boyfriend!"

Itto suddenly had a change of expression, eyes slightly going wide before an annoyingly smug expression appeared.

"You...You got mad cause they were talking about me?" The oni repeated to clarify. A smirk tugged at his lips as he pulled you a little closer to his body.

You don't even want to answer him, especially with his ego sky rocketing, but you know you have to. "Yes!" You whisper, looking away to avoid his stupid grin.

Itto chuckled, his chest rumbling as he let out a soft hum. Feeling your back against his front was a pleasure in itself, but seeing you look away from him in embarrassment was even better.

"Aww...Were you defending my honor, princess?" He taunted, a devious smile slowly creeping onto his face.

With that you immediately scoff and pull away, walking along to continue the errands.

Ah, that reaction was exactly what Itto was expecting. He chuckled to himself and followed after you. It didn't take him long to catch up and fall into step with you, and he quickly placed his hand on your back.

"Hey, hey, hey! Where are you going?" He asked, giving a small pout as he looked down at you. "Don't be like that, babe.. I was just teasing you."

You ignore him, sticking your nose up in the air. "And that's what you get!" You huff walking along and glazing over merchant stalls for your errands.

"Don't be so pouty!" Itto sighed dramatically, his hand moving to grab your forearm, slowing down your walking.

He gently pulled you to his side, his arm wrapping around your waist as he smiled sheepishly. "Okay, okay, I'm sorry!" He began, clearly not sorry at all.

"Come on... Don't give me the silent treatment, you know it's annoying," Itto whined.

"You gonna stop teasing me?" You fold your arms with a gentle hum.

Itto seemed to hesitate, thinking to himself as he weighed up the options. He definitely wasn't going to stop teasing you, but he also didn't want you to be mad at him for too long.

"Maybe?" He answered. A cocky grin appeared as he gave you a mischievous look, his eyes flickering over your pouty expression.

"If you promise not to get mad at me. Or yell at me. Or walk away like just now." He added.

You sigh loudly, shaking your head before glancing up into his eyes.

Itto's expression softened for a moment, and he took a moment to admire your face. Your eyes, your pouty lips, the redness of your cheeks, he took in every feature. You were adorable when you were upset, but he'd rather have you smiling.

"Oh, come on, babe..." He protested, his hands moving to grab your waist. He gently pulled you close to his body, his arms slowly enclosing around you.

"Please don't pout at me like that. You know I'm gonna give in.."

You flutter your eyelashes up at him with a sly smirk. "So it's working?"

Itto made an exaggerated groan, his head tilting back in frustration.

"Yes, you little- URG, it's working." He chuckled and rolled his eyes.

"You're playing with my emotions right now, you know that right?" He pointed out, his eyes flickering down to meet yours again. His grasp on your waist gently tightens, you keeping you flush against his body.

"And you most certainly never play with mine huh?" You roll your eyes playfully before laughing.

A smug smirk tugged at the corners of Itto's lips.

"Oh, you're going there, huh?" He chuckled, his eyes roaming over your expression.

"You love it when I play with your emotions. I give you a little attention and spoil you and you melt for me." He teased, squeezing your waist playfully.

"Dangerous game Oni...dangerous game..." You tease, taking his hands off your waist and continuing errands, picking out groceries and paying for them.

Itto chuckled as he followed you over to pay for the groceries. He watched with amusement as you picked out what you needed, staying right by your side.

"It's not dangerous if I know I'm going to win!" He confidently said, a smirk appearing on his face.

Leaning against the merchants counter, he watched you handle the payment. He looked you up and down shamelessly, admiring you.

--

After all your errands you begin walking home, chatting like and laughing like normal.

As usual, Itto was a constant presence by your side, walking alongside you as you continued on your walk back home.

The sun was setting, and the sky slowly darkened. The soft orange hue of the sky quickly faded to night as the streetlamps and street vendors' lights came to life.

"Man, that took forever. But I don't regret tagging along..." Itto commented, his eyes flickering to your face as he smiled.

"You better not since it was your idea to tag come with." You point out.

Itto let out a scoff and rolled his eyes, a small pout appeared on his face.

"Hey, hey, I was just trying to be a supportive boyfriend, okay!" He protested, raising his hands up in defense.

"And you were all like, 'yeah, I'm going shopping!' so I was just like 'I'll tag along to keep you safe!'." He added, mimicking your voice.

"And you're a great boyfriend for doing that." You smile before rolling your eyes.

"Damn right I am!" Itto smirked, satisfied to hear you say those words out loud.

He chuckled in response to your eye rolling, and gently nudged your shoulder. He looked over at you as he spoke.

"Although I don't trust those vendors. They were looking at you a bit too much."

"Itto..." You sigh. "Cmon babe..."

"What? They were!!" Itto protested. He wasn't making stuff up, those vendors were absolutely checking you out. Who could blame them though, you were gorgeous.

"I didn't like it. They need to keep their eyes to themselves." He added, his tone now a bit huffy.

"Just stick to being my guard...little Oni..." You kiss his cheek softly.

Itto huffed in response to the kiss, but a small smile tugged at his lips. He loved it when you called him names like that, even though he'd never admit it.

"I am being a guard..." He protested. "A guard who is also your boyfriend. I can multitask, you know?"

He stuck his tongue out playfully before he wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to his body.

As you keep walking you both overhear the gang from last week snicker at you two. Mostly directed at Itto.

"Archons above it's so embarrassing for adults to act like that..." You grimace a bit with second hand embarrassment.

Itto's expression immediately darkened as he heard the sound of the gang laughing. It just HAD to be the same group you had a scuffle with last week.

His grip on your waist tightened, and he pulled you against his body even more. He gave you a warning glance before he looked over at the gang members. He met their gazes with a scowling glare.

"Itto..." You hum softly, tugging on his choker a bit as a warning.

Itto's attention snapped back to you once you called out his name, his expression softening a bit.

"Yeah, babe?" He replied, trying to hide the tension and the protective anger he was feeling.

"Don't do it." You whisper with gritted teeth.

Itto let out a huff, his shoulders tensing. He understood your warning, but he also wasn't the type to back down from a fight.

He let out a long exhale, closing his eyes in an attempt to calm himself down.

"Relax, I wasn't going to do anything..." He grumbled, even though it was a lie.

"Woww...the only and 'Oni' Arataki Itto being held on a leash?" One of the gang members snickers, mocking him.

"And what a pretty thing tugging on it..." Another member glances at you.

Itto's grip on you tightened as he heard the gang member's words. The mere suggestion of him being on a leash infuriated him. The audacity of these people.

And when he heard them say ONE thing about you...his blood ran hot.

"You wanna say that again, punk?" Itto retorted, his voice a low growl as he spoke through clenched teeth.

"Itto!" You hiss warningly as you try to get him to keep walking, tugging on his hand. "They're seriously not worth it..."

Itto was just about ready to pounce and pummel those gang members into the ground. He wanted revenge for the stunt they pulled last week.

But then he heard your voice. It snapped him back into reality and he reminded himself what was important right now.

You

With a huff and a clenched jaw, he forced himself to turn away, but only barely. He kept walking alongside you, but his glare was still fixated on the gang members.

"See cmon honey..." You take his hand and kiss it gently. "They're not worth it..." You quietly remind him.

Itto's eyes softened as soon as you grabbed his hand and kissed it. Your touch seemed to pacify him, at least for the moment.

He let out a sigh and nodded reluctantly, knowing deep down that you're right and they were not worth his time.

"Yeah, I know..." He mumbled, his eyes still flickering back to the gang, watching them cautiously. "But I just can't stand people who mess with you."

"Hey it's alright I get it love..." You smile a small smile.

Itto let out a breath, his anger slowly fading. With your hand in his and gentle words, he found himself calming down.

He glanced down at your face, meeting your smile. It made his heart flutter a bit. How could he stay angry when you were being this sweet to him?

"You're too damn good at calming me down, you know that?" He said with a chuckle, his eyes softening even more.

"It's a good thing~" You giggle. Before you two even get to keep walking a grainy annoying voice calls out.

"Hey Itto when you're done with it pass it over here!" A gang member calls out and they all laugh, slapping each other's arms and keeling over laughing.

Itto's eye twitched as he heard the gang member's comment. Did they just... did they just refer to you as an object?! His grip on your hand tightened in irritation, and he felt his blood boil once again.

"Watch your language, punk!" Itto hollered back, his voice raised. "She's not some thing to pass around!"

"Itto calm down sweetheart!" You try to hold him back but he's already gone...

Itto was already seeing red, his protective instincts took over, and he couldn't hold back any longer.

He let go of your hand and started walking toward the gang, his strides determined and his expression fierce.

"You bunch of idiots have a death wish, don't you?!" He growled as he got closer to them.

"Whatcha gonna do Oni?" One sneers at him. Trying to square him up.

Itto clenched his fists at the gang member's taunting words. He has had enough of their attitude.

He came to a stop right in front of them, standing tall and letting out an angry huff.

"I'm gonna teach you a lesson you won't forget, that's what I'm gonna do..." He responded, his voice low and threatening.

--

Walking home came later than expected as you had to break up the fight, the gang members had slunk off with their injuries and Itto had a few bruises and cuts.

Itto grumbled to himself as you two finally arrived at home. He was still feeling angry and frustrated, and his body ached from the injuries he had sustained from the fight.

As soon as you stepped through the door, he let out a sigh and flopped down onto the couch, wincing a bit as the pain shot through his body. He looked haggard, his clothes disheveled, and his face sporting a few cuts and a black eye.

"Alright...that's it shhh..." You sit next to him and mess with his hair, carefully massaging his scalp a bit.

The Oni reluctantly sat quietly, a pout on his face as you began to pet his hair, gently running your fingers through his messy locks.

He leaned into your touch, his frown softening a bit as he let out a sigh. Despite the fact that he was still simmering with anger, your gentle touch and soothing voice were helping to calm him down.

"I'm fine, y'know..." He mumbled, his eyes closing half-way as he spoke.

"Oh I know..." You lie. "This is...uh...for me!"

Itto opened one eye, peering up at you for a moment before letting out a huff and a small scoff.

"Bullshit... I know you're just doing this for me..." He grumbled, though there was a hint of a smile on his face.

He closed his eye again and leaned his head back against the couch, enjoying the feeling of your fingers running through his hair. Although, he wouldn't admit it out loud, he secretly loved these moments where you pampered him like this.

"Alright...maybe it's a little bit for you..." You slide your hands out of his hair and down to his shoulders.

Itto let out a hum as your hands moved down to his shoulders, a pleased smile on his face. He was still trying to act tough, though, even though he was secretly enjoying the way you were taking care of him.

"You know I can handle myself," he said with a huff. "You don't need to baby me, babe."

"You sure you don't want me to?" You whisper in his ear, leaning your head to rest on his shoulder.

Itto's breath caught in his throat as you whispered in his ear. He tried to hold back a shiver, but he couldn't help the reaction. Your teasing, coupled with the proximity of your body against his, made his heart race a bit.

He looked down at you, his expression softening as he spoke. "I mean... it does feel nice when you pamper me like this..." He admitted, his voice a little rough.

"There's my Itto..." You laugh breathily. Letting out a sigh of relief at his change in attitude.

Itto let out a scoff, but his smile grew wider as you laughed. He couldn't help but feel a bit flustered by how easily you could get him to open up and show his soft side.

"Hey, I'm still the tough guy, okay?" He protested, though his tone was playful. "I can kick ass and still like getting some affection, thank you very much!"

"Alright tough guy...I believe ya..." You tilt his chin to face you, leaning up to kiss his lips.

The moment your lips met, Itto practically melted against you. Your touch and kiss was like a soothing balm to his bruised and battered ego.

He returned the kiss eagerly, his hand coming up to cup your cheek and pull you closer. It felt like all the tension and anger he had been feeling slowly subsided as he focused on the feeling of your lips against his.

"Damn..." He murmured in between kisses. "You really know how to make me swoon princess, ya know that?"

You pull away to look up at him. "You think?" You whisper.

Itto chuckled in response to your whisper, his breath tickling your skin. He pulled you even closer, his arms wrapping around your waist and holding you tight against him.

"Hell, yeah, I think!" He replied, a sultry tone in his voice. "You've got this magic spell over me or somethin'. I'm usually all tough and confident, but one look from you, and I'm like a damn puddle."

You tease him affectionately at that. "Then I guess the one and 'oni' Arataki Itto...can be taken down..."

Itto grunted in mock offense, his eyebrows raising at your teasing remark. He couldn't deny that you had a point, though. You were the only person who could bring out his softer side and make him feel vulnerable.

"Hey, I'm still a strong guy, okay?" He protested, a hint of a pout on his face. "I'm just...selective about who I show my emotions!"

"I love you..." You sigh "But what am I going to do with you..."

Itto's expression softened once you said those three words. No matter how many times he heard you say them, they never failed to make his heart flutter.

He let out huff in response to your question, a smirk appearing on his face. "You're gonna love me and pamper me, of course!" He replied, jokingly teasing you back.

"Hmmm true!"

Your boyfriend chuckled in response to your giggle. The sound was like music to his ears.

He hugged you even closer, his arms encircling you in a tight embrace. He nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, his lips brushing against your skin.

"Damn right, you are..." He murmured, his voice low and warm. "I expect pampering after this whole gang incident, y'know. I took quite a beating for you."

"For me?" You scoff and slap his arm gently.

Itto playfully rolled his eyes at your scoff.

"Uh, yeah? Did you see how they were talking about you? Like they owned you or something!" He huffed, a hint of irritation in his voice just recalling the memory.

"I had to teach them a lesson. No one speaks about my babe like that." He looked down at you with a smirk, his eyes flickering over your features.

"No one..." You kiss his forehead.

Itto's smirk softened into a warm smile as he felt your lips press against his forehead. He let out a soft sigh and leaned his head against your touch.

Exactly!" He agreed, his voice quieter now. "You're mine, and I'll protect you from anyone who tries to mess with you."

Itto looked at you with a mix of affection and determination in his eyes.

"Because you're everything to me..." He said simply. "Because I love you more than anything, and I'll do whatever it takes to protect you and make you happy."

He placed a hand on your cheek, his thumb gently brushing against your skin. "You're the most important thing in my life, babe."

"Even over Onikabuto?" You hum

His smile widened at your playful remark.

"Hey, don't even get me started. Onikabuto are a close second, alright?" He replied, feigning offense.

He knew that you were just teasing him, but he couldn't help but play along. He leaned in a bit closer, his expression turning serious for a moment.

"But seriously, nothing compares to you. You're irreplaceable."

"Even over your gang?" You tease him

Itto chuckled at your question, his eyes glistening with amusement. He knew you were just trying to rile him up.

"Well, now you're just being cruel!" He joked, feigning hurt. "But yeah, even the gang. They're cool and all, but they don't even hold a candle to you."

He reached out and gently pinched your nose, a playful glint in his eyes. "You're definitely the top priority, babe."

"You're so sweet..." Your eyes soften as you lean up to kiss his cheek.

Itto's cheeks turned slightly pink at your compliment, and he let out a soft huff as you kissed his cheek. He was never one to admit it, but he secretly liked it when you praised him like this.

"Ah, shut up..." He muttered, a small smile on his face. "I just have a soft spot for you, that's all."

You gaze over his face and trace a finger over his cuts. "Alright now...let's get these cleaned up..."

Itto's expression turned a bit sheepish as he saw your gaze focused on the cuts and bruises on his face. He tried to act tough, but deep down he knew he must look pretty battered right now.

"Yeah, yeah, okay..." He mumbled, a hint of embarrassment in his voice.

He let you gently touch his face, flinching slightly as your fingers grazed his wounds. "Just be gentle, alright?"

"Always..." You promise.

🎀End🎀

[dudadragneel]

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Spending the night in the bathroom because he got food poisoning

KEEPING HIM COMPANY

Goddamn these hectic schedules and how they affected the members' health.

They were on vacation, finally, and Chan, like always, would spend time with you and then would take you to Australia to stay with his family.

So far the perfect planning for a much-awaited vacation. But things went wrong on day one.

You decided to spend part of the day out and eat lunch at a newly-opened restaurant.

Good decision?

It would later be proved to not have been.

The food tasted delicious and it was quite the generous serving and you both knew the boys would love it if they were there.

You two talked about what you'd like to do while he was in vacation, like dates, romantic nights, trips etc.

Everything was going well, until it wasn't.

By the time you got back to your apartment, Chan was feeling under the weather, which was weird because he was feeling perfectly fine a few hours before.

He had cold sweats and his stomach was churning and gurgling loudly. It was burning and it felt heavy. Yes, he did eat a lot, but it was a different kind of heavy, he felt bloated. Not only felt, it was quite visible.

You were lying down on the bed, watching some series and you noticed Chan was restless, he kept moving and even hissing from time to time.

- Love? Are you okay?

- Yeah...it's just my stomach...it feels weird.

- Weird how?

- I don't know, maybe indigestion? It's kind of burning.

- Well, you ate a lot so it could be. I can make you some tea or do you want some medicine?

- I'm not sure medication is a good idea right now. I'll take the tea.

- Okay.

You left the bedroom to get him some tea to help with the burning sensation in his stomach and hopefully help it digest the food.

When you got back, Chan was curled up, looking like a baby kangaroo.

- Hey~ here's the tea. I didn't add any sugar so it might be a little bitter.

- Thanks... ugh- yeah, that's definitely bitter.

He added, making a disgusted face, earning a laugh from you and then smiling at you fondly.

The tea helped a little, at least in the beginning.

But what was going on inside his body was worse than just indigestion and he'd find that out pretty soon.

⏳

Despite being on vacation you still had one more thing to work on before you were 100% free, so you took you computer to bed and lay down next to Chan with him curling up one more time. Something was making him feel uncomfortable and you knew it wasn't just a simple case of indigestion.

As he was leaning on your shoulder, you started to rub his arm and then stroke his curly hair while he tried his best to focus on you working and ignore the increasing discomfort in his stomach.

He loved to see you so passionate abou your work, just like you did with him, with the countless times you stayed with him in his studio.

But no matter how much he tried, his stomach was in absolute shambles and burning. The awful sensation was growing stronger by the minute and he gave up on trying to deal with it on his own.

- Babe...

- Hmm? What is it?

- Can you rub my stomach? It's hurting really bad...

- Of course, honey. But don't you wanna go to the bathroom?

- No, at least not now.

- Okay, then. Come here.

You put you computer to the side and put another series on TV again while he lay down on your lap.

You started to rub his stomach up and down, and you could feel it rumbling under your touch, as well as how bloated it was.

Chan's expression would turn into one of pain and discomfort every now and then, but he was enjoying the feeling of your hand.

He had one of his hands buried under your thighs because that brought some sort of comfort for him.

But as you kept rubbing his stomach, it let out a loud gurgling noise and Chan unconsciously gripped your thighs and clenched his other hand.

Something was starting to move up inside of him and he could already feel the foul taste in his mouth.

- Honey, can you stop for a while? I'm gonna throw up-

He said covering his mouth to suppress a gag, quickly getting up from the bed and dashing to the bathroom with you following close behind.

He almost didn't make it to the toilet before vomit escaped through his fingers, the lunch he had coming back in disgusting undigested chunks.

- Oh god.

You stood next to him and started rubbing his back which was heaving under your hand, and for some reason felt a little hot.

He kept on retching until more vomit came out, a little thicker this time hurting his throat on the process.

- Oh baby. You're doing good.

You reassured patting his back and kissing the top of his head.

- It feels horrible....

- Do you think it was the food?

- Maybe...we had different dishes-

The sheer mention of food triggered his stomach again, sending more content up.

- There we go, just let it out.

After a few minutes he was left dry heaving and coughing.

- Do you feel any better?

- Not much. It still feels heavy.

- And the nausea?

- It's still here but less annoying.

- That's good enough. Why don't you take a shower? Maybe you'll feel a little better.

- Okay.

- I'll bring you some clothes.

- Thank you.

The shower although good, didn't really help with his situation. The cramps continued, the nausea kept coming and going, exactly like waves. He actually had to bend over the drain a few times but nothing really came up.

He thought that after throwing up he'd feel better but he kept on gagging, so he knew by now this could pretty much be a case of food poisoning.

And he'd soon find out he was right, unfortunately.

Finishing his bath, he was feeling more tired than before and hot, even if he'd just taken a cold shower.

You had gotten the bed ready while he was showering and was waiting for him to join you.

- Did the shower help?

- Not that much... I kept gagging all the time.

- Did you throw up again?

- No, but I'm still nauseous.

- Wanna try some medicine now?

- Yeah.

You gave him a gel capsule of an antiemetic and he gagged when it went down but thankfully it didn't come back up.

He cuddled on you, blanket covering his slightly shivering body and you proceeded to stroke his hair again, playing with it's curls and tracing patterns on his face, noticing it felt a bit hot to the touch.

- Honey, you're a little hot.

- Yeah, I noticed that when I walked out of the shower and I do feel a bit cold, actually.

- Lemme check it. 37.5°C. That's a low grade fever but I don't think it's anything to worry about now. But if it gets higher then you probably got food poisoning.

- I hope not.

- Want something to eat? Soup? Anything?

- I don't know if I can keep anything down but I'm also a bit hungry...

- I'll make something really quick. You don't need to eat everything just a bit okay?

- Okay.

You prepared him some light snacks, which he managed to eat a good amount and it did sit well with his stomach. And then he lay down on your chest again.

You went back to stroking his hair while he gently caressed your thigh and within a few minutes you were both fast asleep.

But the peace didn't last long.

⏳

About 1h30 into the night, Chan broke in cold sweats, his stomach was gurgling again and doing flips, he could feel the contents sloshing around. He tried to change his position but it didn't work.

The nausea he was feeling earlier had gotten really worse and his mouth started salivating. He was shivering which indicated the fever probably got higher.

Something started to creep up his chest and it felt like a burp but when he tried to let it out, he was betrayed by his body as it brought up a little amount of acid liquid. He knew he was gonna throw up sooner rather than later and he didn't want to bother you, so he quietly got out of the bed, suppressing a gag triggered by the sudden movement and locked himself in the bathroom.

⏳

He bent over the toilet but still tried his best to hold it because he knew that the sound would wake you up, and that's the last thing he wanted to do.

Leaving his mouth open, he started off only gagging unproductively and making as little noise as possible.

His body kept rocking back and forth and he was swallowing hard everytime, still trying to prevent himself from throwing up.

But his body really needed to get that out and it didn't matter what he wanted.

His stomach contracted making him gag one more time but he insisted on not vomiting and swallowed it back, but that proved to be a wrong move.

He ended up choking and that triggered a coughing fit which brought out his dinner, splattering in the toilet.

At the moment, he heard you calling out his name.

Shit!

He thought to himself, he knew you were tired and really didn't want to bother you in the middle of the night.

- Babe?

You called sitting up on the bed, taking a few seconds to properly wake up and then you heard a retch and the sound of liquid hitting liquid.

- babe? Are you okay?

You asked with a worried voice getting up from the bed and heading to the bathroom.

When you opened the door, Chan was throwing up one more time and you rushed to his side, sitting on the bathtub and started rubbing his back.

- Oh honey...why didn't you call me?

- I didn't want to wake you up.

- Please don't worry about me...

You said, voice sounding concerned with a tiny tone of annoyance.

He coughed up another thick bout that came out of his nose making him choke and gag productively again.

- Oh my dear. That's it, just let it out. You're doing good.

When the next wave came out he ended up swaying forward and you quickly reached out to hold his forehead and noticed it was burning, compared to before.

- Babe, you're running a fever. This is looking like food poisoning.

You said with a worried and sad expression on your face, knowing how the next few hours and days would go by.

- Lemme check it.

You placed the thermometer under his armpit and helped him hold it there.

The numbers were almost alarmingly high, 38.9°C.

- Babe, what else are you feeling?

Chan rested his head on his arm, not really trusting himself to get his face away from the toilet.

- Dizzy, cold, sweating and nauseous.

- From the looks of it, it's definitely food poisoning...

- That's just great...

He said with a sarcastic tone and burying his face in his arm.

- I'll get you some water okay?

He just nodded, gulping down the awful taste in his mouth.

You came back with a bottle of cold water and handed it to him, while sitting back on the edge of the bathtub.

He took a few sips and rested his head on his arm again. You kept rubbing his back and stroking his hair, trying to comfort him.

But his stomach protested against those small sips of water and within a few seconds, it came right back up not giving him time to even change his position.

- Oh honey...

You cooed still rubbing his back again and yawning a bit. But oh boy was that a mistake. He loathed the idea that he cut your sleep short and your yawn just added to that.

- Honey, you can go back to bed, I'll be fine.

- No, Babe, I'm okay, don't worry about me.

- But you're tired, please. I want you to rest.

- Chan, I won't be able to rest knowing that you're sick and puking your guts out.

He chuckled at the last sentence but he was still sad that you were denying good hours of sleep to stay with him.

And again, his stomach was just determined to make him suffer and contracted strongly sending up a thick stream of vomit that soiled the entire inner part of the toilet. Neither the sound nor the sight were exactly pleasant.

After he threw up one more time, you knew for sure it would be a long night and Chan wouldn't be out of the bathroom anytime soon. And you wouldn't leave his side, because although he always wanted to deal with things on his own, deep down inside he subconsciously wanted comfort and he always found that when he was with you.

So you considered all the options and decided to camp out in the bathroom.

- Honey, wait here just a moment.

You went back into the bedroom and got a few blankets and pillows and came back, then organized them on the floor so you could make the spot as comfy as possible.

- What are you doing?

He asked with a raspy voice and a tiny smile.

- Well...you've got food poisoning and I don't think you're leaving this bathroom anytime soon and I won't leave you in here alone so..... we'll "sleep" here.

You answered him with a smile and laughing a little bit, trying to lift the mood.

- I'm sorry for making you do this....but thanks.

Chan said leaning on you and closing his eyes, trying to enjoy the moment of peace his stomach allowed him.

- You're welcome, honey.

⏳

The night was indeed long like you predicted with Chan vomiting more times than you could count and only getting enough sleep. His fever kept oscillating and in-between rounds of vomiting you managed to help him take at least two baths.

When morning rose, both of you were completely exhausted and if any of the boys were to show up at your house, they'd probably be scared because you had a complexion just like Samara's.

But by that time, Chan was feeling a little better or at least well enough to stay in the bedroom with a bucket instead of the cold floor of the bathroom.

You made him breakfast, which he managed to keep down until lunch but then it started again, after all it was food poisoning, just one night of continuous vomiting wouldn't do the trick.

After about 4 days, Chan felt like all the life had been sucked out of him but you made sure he ate every single meal that you made him to regain what he'd lost.

And he made sure you were pampered like you deserved after going through so many sleepless nights with him.

[brandyllyn]

Silk from their soul (21)

The Ghoul / Cooper Howard x f!reader [no use of y/n]

Rated: T Words: 2k Summary: Walking after midnight

Series Masterlist My Masterlist

The three men are Travis, Javier, and Bossman. You knew that wasn’t his actual name but so far no one had called him anything different. He was the one that the Cowboyhad seemed to know. The youngest, Travis, was guarding you and you made a point of being overly solicitous. Giving him wide smiles and thanking him when he helped you tend to business.

The Cowboy hated it.

Every time you batted your eyelashes at the boy, or touched him on the arm, you could see a vein start to throb on the Cowboy’s forehead. It gave you the tiniest bit of satisfaction to see it. 

They were letting him walk free, for the moment, but you caught the glances Javier and Bossman kept throwing him. It had been a split second decision, saving his life. Or maybe you had just been saving yours. Could you both have survived a shootout? Maybe. But you weren’t ready to risk that just yet.

You wait til Travis is next to you and purposefully trip, grabbing for his arm as you fall in slow motion. The boy is there immediately and you let your fingers rub across the inside of his wrist as you part your lips and gasp up at him.

“Oh my, thank you so much.”

The Cowboy snorts. You ignore it.

Travis is staring at you like he’s never seen a woman before. Good, you can work with that.

“I’m so sorry, my feet are really hurting. Is there any way we could stop for a bit? Let me rest?” You twist as you ask the question, turning his hand so the back of it brushes across your breast.

Was that a growl?

“Yeah, yeah we can do that,” Travis tells you with a blank gaze. You should probably feel bad about what you’re doing but it wasn’t your fault the kid had a weak mind. He yells at the other two that you’re taking a break and after some brief bickering between the men you lower yourself next to a rusted out car and primly fold your feet under you.

“If don’t suppose you gentleman brought any food?” you ask, purposefully hiding the slightly hopeful lilt to your voice. 

“Beans,” Javier grunts, pulling a dented can from his pack. “Ain’t nothing fancy.”

“Oh!” You brighten and sit up straighter, purposefully pushing your breasts towards him. “He has my pack with my spices in it - I’m sure I could make us all something lovely.”

“What kind of spices?” Bossman asks skeptically and you hide your grin.

There were two ways to a man’s heart…

They have to cut your wrists free so you can cook and you make a point of laying a thankful hand on Javier’s arm as he does so. He blinks at you a moment before turning away and you hum a tune as you start a small fire and hang a pot over it.

“Never cooked a damn thing for me,” the Cowboy grunts from nearby.

“Maybe I don’t like you as much,” you tell him brightly, winking at Bossman. He seems startled but grins at you in return.

Yeah, someone is definitely growling. You have a pretty good idea who.

You keep them all engaged in idle chatter as you add a variety of things to the beans, including some meat from the Cowboy’s pack. His lips twitch as you do so and you try not to think too hard about what it might be.

What they don’t know won’t hurt them.

When you finish you have a passable recreation of a comfort dish from long before the great war and you offer heaping spoonfuls to the men.

“Strong men like you need a good portion,” you tell Javier, adding an extra scoop.

“I’d hate to see you go hungry,” you tell Bossman, letting your lips part and trying to look concerned.

“Bullshit.”

The word is barely audible and you give the Cowboy a quick glare before turning your attention to Travis. “Is there anything else I can do?”

You were, in short, the perfect hostess. Part and parcel of being the perfect wife. The perfect partner. The perfect everything.

The pheromones you’re giving off in droves probably help too. 

It takes a little concentration to do it, to turn on the charm that makes people’s jaws go slack and eyes cross. You have to focus on being soft, giving, keep your emotions in check. 

The Cowboy is not helping.

“You gonna serve me up a bit of that slop?”

Your smile becomes strained and you blink at him for a moment before replying. “Sure! Got a bowl?”

He holds out a beaten up cup and you give him about half what you’d given everyone else. His forehead moves, raising a non-existent eyebrow, and your lips press together as you dare him to say something.

“Thank you kindly.”

You don’t hit him with the spoon. That would give the game away.

Instead you take your meal and settle down between Bossman and Javier, close enough your knees touch theirs. The Cowboy watches you thoughtfully and you do your best to ignore him.

“I didn’t realize how hard it would be to be out here on my own,” you say after a few minutes pass. “Everything is so dangerous.”

Travis nods at you, eyes wide, while Bossman scoffs. “Takes someone hard as nails to survive out here.”

The Cowboy snorts and you quickly cough to cover it up. “I just thought I’d see the world a little bit, you know? But I think… I mean, I’m really grateful you all found me.”

“We’re here to help,” Javier says with about half as much sarcasm as you might have expected.

“Ain’t we just,” the Cowboy chimes in and you meet his eyes. 

Shut the fuck up, you try to tell him with your mind.

What the fuck are you doing? He seems to beam back.

With an overly dramatic yawn you stretch your arms out, taking a deep inhale and purposefully not noticing how the assembled company stare at your chest. “I suppose we should continue on? I’m so tired…”

The men exchange a glance while the Cowboy continues to give you an incredulous look. Bossman is who speaks up.

“Reckon we can spend the night here as good as any, sun’s about to set soon anyway.”

“Oh really?” You reach over and put a hand on his knee, concentrating all your energy on him. “That would be lovely.”

He looks a bit starstruck and you pull your pack close to you, futzing with it a moment before laying down and using it as a pillow. You keep up your internal monologue - soft, gentle, caring - while you fake falling asleep.

After a few moments you hear the Cowboy cough, and then the sound of his inhaler.

“You got enough of that shit, ghoul?”

“I won’t be eating any of you fellas in the night if that’s what you’re asking.”

A silence and then, “Well, I’d feel safer if you were tied up.”

“I bet you would.”

There’s a slight scuffle of feet, not a fight, just two people trying to move quickly, and you peek out to see two of them tying the Cowboy to an old phone pole.

“Ain’t nothing personal,” Bossman tells him and the Cowboy shrugs.

“I’ll try not to take it that way.”

You pretend to sleep on, not a single restraint on you.

It takes four hours before you’re ready to implement phase two of your plan. It’s well past dark and the snores next to you are loud enough to wake the dead. If you’re right, Travis is on watch.

He doesn’t have a chance.

You stretch with your back to him, rubbing at your eyes and feigning sleepiness. When you spot him you give a ‘surprised’ smile and move his direction with your pack. Setting it nearby you use it as a rest as you sit down.

“Got the short straw, huh?”

Travis nods, eyes focused on the fire and not the mile of thigh you may or may not be showing him. He seems like a good kid - awful line of work but a good kid. From the corner of your eye you note the Cowboy is watching you both, although he’s mercifully silent.

“Your back must be killing you,” you tell him softly. When he doesn’t reply you reach over and gently massage the back of his neck. “Oh wow, you’re so tense.”

“Gotta stay awake,” he finally mumbles and you tsk softly, moving behind him.

“Let me help with this, I’ll feel safer knowing you’re not in any pain.”

It doesn’t take a moment to find the artery you’re looking for, and Travis is in such a daze he doesn’t notice you’ve cut off the blood flow to his brain until it’s too late to fight back. You lay him down with careful hands, being sure not to let anything make noise as you do. You finish him with a shot of tranq.

“Nice work.”

Your eyes fly to the Cowboy and he’s giving you an approving smile. A quick check shows that the other two are still sleeping and you stand with your bag, debating what you might want to take.

“Take the kid’s gun,” he says quietly, “you’ll need it.”

Dammit he’s right.

You take the rifle and what ammunition you can find and turn to go before you hesitate. You glance back at the Cowboy and he quickly shakes his head.

“Don’t waste time on me, darlin’. Get yourself out of Dodge.”

With a nod you leave Cooper there, setting off into the darkness. You hadn’t killed the kid, although you probably should have, and the tranq was barely a few drops. Just what was left after Cooper had tranqed you. But it should buy you a half hour, maybe more.

It buys you a mile, give or take.

Sounds carries in the desert so when the men start shouting you can hear it echoing. A glance back at the fire shows shadows occasionally blocking it and you quicken your pace. As long as Cooper doesn’t give up your direction you should be fine til morning.

Were you terrible for leaving him behind?

You pause, staring off at the dark shape of the mountains. You didn’t owe him a damn thing, absolutely not. But also… you weren’t the kind of person to just leave people like that either.

Aren’t you? a tiny voice in your head mocks.

Visions of faces just like yours, racks of people waiting to be sold to the highest bidder. They were still there, at the facility. If you made it away Galen would just sell the next girl on the list. And the next. You were pretty sure he’d been alive since the bombs fell - who knew how long he could keep this all going.

Did you owe it to the women just like you to stop it?

Could you live with yourself if you didn’t?

With a heavy sigh you find a nearby rock and pull your feet up, waiting for the search party. It takes them a while, probably another two hours while you grow even firmer in your resolve. It’s Javier who eventually ‘sneaks’ up on you. Whacking you across the back of your head so hard you slam face first into the rock below.

Twice in two days, probably not good for you.

You come up with a curse, spitting out blood and tonguing at a tooth that feels loose. Hands immediately pull you to your feet, tying your wrists together behind your back and shoving you back towards the fire.

“Bitch,” he grunts and you try to get your wits back around you. What would you do if you were still running? How would you act?

“Please let me go,” you plead softly. “I’ll do anything.”

You stumble next to Javier as he drags you back towards the fire, hitting the dirt more than once with nothing to break your fall. He jerks you to your feet each time, muttering things to himself until you’re moving again.

“You telling me you didn’t see a damn thing?”

“I was sleeping, same as you,” Cooper’s voice drawls as you re-enter the firelight. He glances up at you and his jaw hardens. You know you must look a mess, you can taste blood and you’ve fallen face first to the ground more than once.

“There you are,” Bossman grunts, coming to stand in front of you. “Bet you thought you had us.”

Travis is nursing a black eye which you feel a little bad about. But you don’t say anything as they untie Cooper - who rubs at his wrists and gives them an assessing look - and then use those same ropes to truss you up. As they move away he takes a step closer, barely speaking above a whisper.

“How far d’you get?”

“Too far… not far enough.”

He grunts. “Lost the element of surprise now.”

“It’s fine,” you sigh, “I don’t need it.”

He turns to you with a fully quizzical look before someone’s voice calls out and he goes to sit nearer to the fire. But he watches you the rest of the night, eyes burning with unasked questions.

☢ ☢ ☢

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[cheesecakethots]

Hellooooo, good morning from my side of the world. I saw a post about regretful yanderes, so can I please get a regretful yandere ask for the hxh adult trio with Feitan pleaaaaseeeeee🥺🥺. Ignore if it's too much trouble.

From your one and only crazy chicken 🐔🐔

ok i kinda struggle with hxh trio having regret because like. they don’t seem the type to. kinda?

below the cut: hisoka (very short), chrollo, Illumi, feitan

hisoka. 0 regret. horrific man. will not ever feel bad about whatever he does to you.

chrollo and illumi are a little bit tricky for me.

chrollo keeps up with the gentleman act, but has zero regret in taking you away. his punishments are also very thought out and planned, so i don’t think he’d come to regret them, as in his eyes you truly deserved what was coming to you. i can see him feeling some ounce of regret when you push him too far and the act drops; he might lash out and leave you with at most a broken wrist. he’d feel bad if you started going quiet after that, but mostly because he enjoys talking to you so much.

but i also think that something in the heart he thought he didn’t have starts aching at the sight of you crying. i imagine this in a scenario where you’ve been with him for a while now, and you haven’t been lashing out or trying to escape. he’s usually very in tune with your emotions, but for a split second when he looks up from his book to see you silently crying he feels his eyes widen, and breathing halt. the feeling in his chest is probably the closest thing he can have to actual regret.

illumi is similar in the fact that his punishments are very thought out, however i see them also being much more extreme. with chrollo if you run you get a condescending caress of your cheek before being knocked out and carried back. with illumi you could end up with two broken ankles. he’ll get some form of silent pleasure at carrying you around everywhere and having you rely on him entirely, so don’t give him the opportunity to do so.

illumi doesn’t like seeing you sad though. when he stalked you for like… two days before just taking you for himself, he felt something in his chest grow warm at watching you interact with things that made you happy (not people, though. that made him feel a little bit sickly.) seeing you play with a stray cat on your way home from work had him thinking that you would be a good mother. the next morning you woke up in the zoldyck estate, so… yeah.

you might become quiet the more time you spend with him, thinking that maybe that’s what he wants of you. he’ll regret if he makes you feel like that - like chrollo, he’s also hooked on the sound of your voice. he’s just a lot less obvious about it.

similarly to chrollo i imagine he doesn’t like seeing you cry. you’re his wife, you should be happy. it kinda depends on why you’re crying though. if it’s because of him he’s probably already convinced that he’s done nothing wrong and that you should get over it. if it’s his family, he’ll probably have a talk to them to see what happened. if it’s anyone else he’s seeing red. quite literally too; whoever it is will be drained of all blood they have available.

now. feitan. hrm.

as far as i’ve seen of him feitan seems to be one of the worst yans you could be stuck with. is mad at you for the fact that he’s in love. has considered many times just killing you so he can be rid of all of these feelings but every time he just can’t bring himself to, and it makes him more mad.

definitely sadistic. he doesn’t care to explain to you why you’ve made him mad sometimes, and it’ll be hard to know if you have because he’s always mad. the only time you see him content is when he’s come back from torturing someone (and also when he watches you sleep but you don’t need to know that.)

being with him is like walking on thin ice while wearing a suit made out of molten lava.

his punishments will hurt. bad. expect a lot of bruises or broken bones, and he’s pretty fast to dish them out. he actively enjoys seeing you cry, so that isn’t going to help with anything.

but. i can actually feeling some sort of regret at times. very VERY rarely, though.

one time he locked you in the basement for a couple of days, forgetting that you needed food and water to quite literally survive. you couldn’t really focus on much when he came back, but you could swear you saw actual panic in his expression.

he never apologises for things like that, but you’ll find yourself warm in bed, some microwaveable meal you enjoy on the table next to you, as well as maybe a book or game you used to go on about. it’s pretty much the only form of regret you’ll get from him, but you’ll take it over anything else.

[chibi-celesti]

Time for Your Tune Up Part 11: Kalim Al-Asim

A/N: Sorry(but also not in advance) for going for the throat in this one. But once again, a commenter on Ao3 gave me the wicked idea for someone to finally get the full truth of what happens to Yumei after. 

Who knew the recent Book 07 Update(at the time of me making this) was the perfect inspiration for the Angst you're about to read! 🤣😅

Sorry for making you sad, Kalim. I do love you, you little ball of Sunshine🙏🏽😔

~TFYTU~

“Yuuuuuumeeeeeiiii~~~~” He was suddenly glomped by a huge weight on his back. Kalim koala's him in the middle of the Main Entrance of Scarabia, excited to see him come visit him and his dorm. “I'm so excited to meet you! What brings you here!?”

The Prefect felt his face turning blue. And maybe his spine starting to dislocate.“Kalim! Can’t breathe!”

“Whoops. My bad!” He laughed while carefully climbing off the other boy. Watching the other right himself back up, he asked: “So, what brings you here?”

He fiddled with the satchel in his hands. “Is Jamil here by any chance?”

“You just missed him. He’s at basketball practice since their Team’s game is coming up next week.”

“Ah….” He felt unsure if his next step would be wise. But he trusts enough(not too much) to talk about this. “Is it ok if I talk to you, in private?”

“Sure! We could make it a party instead!”

“No, Kalim,” That caught the Housewarden off guard. “I don’t want too many ears to hear this.”

‘Ah. it’s something serious,’ He thought. “Ok.”

~Scarabia Dorm: Kalim’s Room~

“Oh…That’s what you wanted Jamil for?”

“Yeah. I didn’t want to worry you or anything.” Shortly after they situated themselves in the Warden’s bedroom, Yumei had told Kalim everything regarding his supplements, and how he needed to take them every three months.

“I can help you!” The warden didn’t think it sounded too bad. If needing help taking medicine is what the Prefect wants, he can definitely help with that! (Kalim if only you knew TT_TT) 

That was a bit unexpected. “You sure?! You don’t even know what my supplement looks like! For all you know, I could be making it up!”

The other boy shook his head, his decision firm and final.“No way! I know you wouldn’t lie to me.”

“The Winter Break Incident!”

“That was different. You were trying to stop Jamil from hurting me!”

‘It was more than that,’ He internally wept. “But-”

“No buts!” Kalim said as he saw the dual eyed boy continue to make excuses. He watched him deflate into his cushion before he moved his satchel in front of him. He opened the bag so he could let the platinum blonde take out one of the Life Extending Agents. Once he got hold of one, Kalim was surprised about how it almost looked like a crystal. 

“THIS IS WHAT YOU HAVE TO TAKE?! IT’S SO GURTHY!!” He laughed.

“Don’t remind me…” Yumei sweated. “So, my port is pretty close.” He patted his chest, right above his Heart.

“I just put it in, right?”

“Yup. Gently, though, ok?” Once he saw Kalim nod, he leaned back into the cushions, hoping that making himself comfortable would lessen the pain.

Agent in hand, Kalim climbed over him and raised it over his heart and lowered it down. “Ow!”

“Ah, sorry!”

“No no! This is normal!” In a panic, the bluenette grabbed his wrist so he didn’t move away.

“You sure?”

“Yes. Please, don’t stop!” Yumei ignored the tears pricking his eyes. “Please keep going!”

He was still nervous about it, and still thought about stopping. But the Prefect still wants this, and as Housewarden he is supposed to help his fellow students, even if they’re from entirely different dorms.“O-ok.”

Kalim continued to push down the Life Extending Agent into his friend’s chest, trying to offer words of comfort the best way he could as the younger boy squirmed beneath him. 

“Almost got it…There. It’s all inside now, Yumei.” Kalim released a breath he didn’t know he was holding.

“Thank you, Kalim,” He panted, letting go of his wrist. “Ah, sorry ‘bout that.”

“It’s fine. Doesn't hurt one bit,” He assured his friend. He moved to help him sit up slowly. 

They sat in silence for a moment before Kalim spoke up again. “Does Grim know?” He saw his friend flinch at the cat’s name, and saw him nod with a solemn expression. “Um, if you don’t mind me asking. After forty…what happens then?”

“I...pass on.”

“Oh…” Deep down, he had a feeling that was the case. He’s been near that long enough to know to savor every moment he has with the people around him. “Next time, as in three months from now. Could I still help, Yumei?”

He looked up at his senior in shock. “Kalim. You would burden yourself with helping me? With this?!”

“Well, yeah. You’re my friend. And friends help each other.”

“You know Jamil-”

“I know he and I are a different case! But…you’re different.”

He was close to crying. The Reyvateil wasn’t expecting this during his time in this world. He hugged him then, tightening his hold on the second year, voice wavering as he spoke. “Sure. You can help me til then.”

Later, Timeskip:

“Daddy.”

“Yes, Summaya?” Kalim’s wise gaze turned to his young daughter, who was no more than five.

Her dual colored eyes looked at his; nervous but hopeful. “Are we gonna visit Papa today?”

‘Ah, right.’ It’s been about five years since then, hasn’t it? “Yes, we are.”

Taking the little one’s hand in his, the merchant heir and his heiress transcended the halls of the palace, heading towards a special place in the palace garden guarded by Pink Carnations, Lavenders, and White Orchids. They were some of his favorite flowers, so the Sultan made sure that they were planted and tended to every day for him.

It wasn’t long before they reached their destination. A special shine laid hidden in the flowers of the Asim state. Dedicated to the one who his everything. His Habibi who passed on a few days after his fortieth birthday. Etched in a silver plaque was his name.

Yumei Archambeau-Asim

3XXX-3XXX

A hard worker, friend, and Love One. His memory will forever live on in Song.

Even now, looking at his lover’s tombstone, it was hard for him not to feel emotional. But he held it in; their daughter wanted to see him again today. “Hello, Habibi. How’ve you been?”

No response.

“A-anyway, Summaya wanted to say hello to you.” He gently nudged her forward.

“Hi, Papa. I made this for you today,” She pulled out a small card with a doodle of her dads and her together, surrounding a birthday cake. The top of the picture read “Happy Birthday!” in blues and reds, the same colours her Daddy said he used to wear all the time. “I wanted to give you a pink flamingo parade, but Daddy said no.” She pouted.

She heard him chuckle behind her. “The birds would ruin the flowers, Ya Amar.” He patted her head.

“But he did let me do this for you. It’s a song he helped me make for you.” Cradling her picture carefully, Summaya started to sing.

~It’s Time to go to Bed, and wonder to where the moon will go in the night sky~

~You can float in your dreams, or gaze at the shadows.~

As his daughter sang her song, Kalim let his silent tears fall. He worked hard to try and work through the pain of losing Yumei. He knew what he was getting into when he told him the truth, but he still stood by him. He loved him so much.

A gentle breeze came by as Summaya’s song began to slowly end, a faded ghost stood beside his beloved sultan and child. Smiling at his family, Yumei embraced them both with one sentence. “Melenas, Kalim. Till we meet again, my Sultan.”

~TFYTU~

2nd A/N:There were two songs that helped inspired this chapter to be as long as it was. Definitely recommend a good listen to!

Reisha's Lullaby and Eternally Bonded

[dr-abitat-blog]

Day 16: "You always make everything worse!" (Alt. prompt)

@ailesswhumptober

T/W: Mental health, couple argument, hurt/attempted comfort, heated emotions, verbal abuse

Lyall and Faline once again belong to the beautiful and talented @whumpsmith. This is essentially a direct sequel to her AWESOME Day 10 prompt (pushing away a loved one) so do check if you can! :D Also Lyall x Achilles (Lachilles) for the win~

“Lyall?”

I wait anxiously outside the door to his hospital room, rapping out a faint tune on the door to get his attention. He’ll probably just ignore it if he’s in one of his moods — and given the state Faline was in when she came running out of his room, I’m pretty sure we might be in for a storm. Seriously, I’ve never seen her look like that before. Those tears running down her cheeks, shaking her head and trying so hard to pretend she was fine. That’s our homegirl — but after pressing her several times, she finally broke down to me and told me exactly what he’d said.

“You’re kidding. Lyall—Lyall would never say that! I mean, I guess he can be a bit of a jerk at times but he can’t help it—”

“N-no, Al,” she’d murmured, unsuccessfully forcing the wavers out of her voice, “This was different. Trust me, something’s definitely wrong. He won’t see that he needs help — y-you need to talk to him!”

I can still hear her ever so faintly from over here, unable to hold back her hurt sobs. He’s had a full ten minutes to calm down. That’s plenty of time.

Or it should be.

About half a minute goes by with no response. Gritting my teeth, I knock again, louder this time.

“Lyall, I know you’re in there. I just want to talk. Come on, open the door. Please?”

…nope. Nothing. The door still doesn’t open. Naturally, my frustration starts to increase as I pound my fist against it. “March Hare, open this door, or I swear I’ll—”

My threat is cut off by the creaking of the door. I barely wait before pushing it open. Standing on the other side is my boyfriend, Lyall Lapin — or March Hare, as his sidekick name goes. His powers are super impressive — pun totally not intended — allowing him to make earthquakes and manipulate earth. Definitely more impressive than my own healing flashy light-show of essence, but we are making progress to—

“What?”

The thought instantly cuts off as I notice the expression on his face — glaring.

Oh crap. He does not look happy.

“Hey, uh, thanks for opening up,” I start casually, biting my tongue to keep from asking immediately about his ‘visit’ with Faline. “I just wanted to check up on you, that’s all. See if you were okay—”

“I’m fine.”

He gives his arm — the one not all bandaged up in a plaster cast — a dismissive wave. I can’t help but let my eyes narrow into a suspicious squint.

“No, you’re not ‘fine’ — and that’s okay. You’ve been through a—”

“Well what do you think?” he snaps, “I’ve broken my arm, my best friend probably hates me right now and even though I was the one who saved everyone back there from Hatter and the jabberwocky I’m the one being treated like the bad guy!”

I stay quiet, allowing him to vent his feelings. It’s a lot to process — and yeah, I am maybe a little biased on my boyfriend’s side, but I can’t ignore the fact that he did endanger himself — and the rest of us. He directly disobeyed Cap’s orders and went on ahead to try and save us, including me, from Hatter. The other sidekicks managed to find and help him, but apparently the whole time he was rude and abusive to all of them, including my brother. That’s…not like my Lyall. Something is going on.

And I’m not leaving until I find out what it is.

“...I know,” I agree quietly, “It sucks, dude. It really sucks.”

“I know, right?! They should all be thanking me! If I hadn’t been there then none of them would have stood a chance — I’m the best hero there is on the force and they know it!”

“Yeah, yeah you are,” I respond, “You were brave tonight. You saved us — you saved me. You were definitely determined — even if what you did was a little reckless but—”

“Oh don’t you start too.”

He rolls his eyes with a small scowl that doesn’t belong on his face. “I thought you were on my side!”

“I am!” I insist, holding up my hands, “But that also means looking out for you—”

“I don’t need anyone to look out for me — including you.”

He grits his teeth, his cheeks flushing in anger. “I’m not fucking fragile.”

“I didn’t say you were! I was just saying—”

“Well don’t.”

Our eyes lock. My own green irises widen as his brown ones stare into mine. I almost shudder from the cold fury being sent my way. “You always have to do it, don’t you, Achilles? Butting in, poking your nose into my business, treating me like I’m made of glass, being so overprotective all the time!”

Over…protective?

“I just don’t want you to get hurt! And I’m worried about you! We all are! You’re not acting like yourself right—”

“I’m perfectly clear, thanks!” he snaps, “I don’t need anyone telling me how I ‘should’ behave, like I’m expected to be smiling and happy twenty-four-seven! And that includes you and your overprotectiveness!”

“Lyall, I don’t mean to—”

“Well you do — you always do! It’s not ‘cute’ or ‘romantic’ — it’s degrading and it makes me sick. I’ve told you so many times how I feel about that, but you still don’t listen to me! Do you have that little faith in me?!”

He’s yelling now — properly yelling. Each word is like a knife twisting at my heart. The truth is painful. I am overprotective — and we have talked about it before, but I just can’t let go of the fear of losing him, o-or something happening or—

“And before you go off being so high and mighty, let’s not forget that I was the one who saved you. You were the one that got yourself kidnapped by Hatter! That wouldn’t have happened if it had been me!” 

My stomach aches as if I’ve taken a punch to it. I notice him clenching his fists, staring at me down his nose. Like he’s…superior. Like I’m nothing compared to him. “So stop getting in my way and telling me what to do and what not to do because I’m sick to fucking death of it!” 

My feet remain frozen in place. I feel the colour leaving my freckled face as he continues shouting at me. A weird mix of feelings runs through my head. Guilt. Helplessness…anger.

“You want me to apologise? Fine. I’m sorry that I can’t let go of that image of you almost dead on a hospital bed last year whilst I screamed your name a dozen times,” I snap, “and I’m sorry that whenever we face danger my biggest fear is always losing the people who mean the most to me — which includes you!”

I grit my teeth tightly. Warning prickles spread through my hands. 

No, stay down. Breathe. Easy. Breathe—

“Oh look, you’re at it again!”

I stare at him.

“At what?”

“Throwing around your excuses again!” he hisses, “You can’t use past trauma as a get-out-of-jail-free card every time you screw up, Achilles!”

The anger slowly fades from my eyes.

Screw up…

“You…you think I’m a screw up?” I ask, the conviction leaving my voice slightly.

“Lately, yes!” he responds fiercely, “You think you’re being ‘heroic’ or ‘romantic’ and making things better but you’re not! You always make everything worse!” 

Everything…worse…

For a moment, time seems to stand still. It’s just the two of us standing there, except I don’t know who I am. Standing across from him, frozen, mouth gaping slightly. No words come out. Something hot stings at my eyes. I feel like I’m going to be physically sick. Heat rushes to my face as he clenches his teeth, continuing to glare at me. Right now, this second, his expression is almost like...hatred.

“You always make everything worse.”

The echoes of Lyall’s voice are joined by another horribly familiar one — his voice.

No, n-no—

“It’s your fault, A.9.R. You did this.”

The tears start to slip free. I hiss as the prickles start scorching my hands. My fingers tremble. I can’t steady my breathing—

“You did this.”

That’s the last straw. I don’t even remember leaving his room, or the expression on his face. All I’m aware of are the tears seeping down my cheeks, the pain rippling through me and the burning release of the essence as I let it go. Multiple things get displaced in the bathroom, but I don’t care. I just drop to my knees over the toilet bowl, heaving and sobbing for god knows how long until Faline and Ash finally find me. Without a word, they hug me. I try to pull away, but in the end I just sink into their arms, muffling my sobs in my brother’s shirt. Eventually, Faline speaks up, rubbing my back.

“Achilles…wh-what did he say to you?”

“H-he said…a lot of things,” I answer slowly, “and that I…a-always make everything worse…”

“H-he said that? Lyall said that — to you?”

I don’t know why my brother seems so surprised. Apparently Lyall was yelling at him too during the rescue mission. I can’t confirm it with words, only my head. Ash just tightens his hold on me. “D-don’t listen to him. He’s just…overwhelmed right now. He said some heated things in the moment, I’m sure with some space he’ll—”

“I-I’m not so sure about that, Ash.”

Faline gently shakes her head, a troubled look in her eyes. “All I know is…th-this isn’t our Lyall.”

No. It’s not.

I draw in a shaky breath, blinking back further tears. 

And I don’t know if we’re ever getting him back…

[neon-draws-sometimes]

Fresh Out of Luck

The normal uncomfortable feeling in your head is spreading, spreading down your spine and weaving itself in between your ribs. It keeps moving further until it’s inescapable, until it twists inside your gut.

You don’t know what he’s doing now. Something strange is happening with your magic, causing your spine to tingle. You suppose it might have something to do with the weird glitchy version of yourself he’s currently fighting, but who knows. It really doesn’t matter either way though,  you remember. You try to stop thinking about it. You’ll probably never escape the thing controlling you, and why should you bother? You’ve never done much before, so why even start now.

Your thoughts are interrupted by a flash of pain. You had tuned out the fight and the odd feeling of your body dodging and attacking without any input from you, but now you are forced to notice the cut on your leg. It’s not even a bad cut, really, but, then again, it actually is pretty bad for a guy like you. 

An annoying voice coming from inside your own head startles you. 

“Oh jeez, man that’s.. that’s kind of wack.”

”So, Sans, any ideas man?” Surprisingly, he continues.

He was talking to you? He had gone this whole time ignoring you and now he talks, and it’s to ask something for his own benefit? God this guy was the worst.

“Aw man, do ya really think that of me?”

He can hear you. He could probably hear you this whole time, probably since the start and you didn’t know. He probably heard everything you thought.

“Oh you didn’t know, huh,” He snickers.

“That’s actually hilarious dude.”

It’s not, actually, and it sends your soul racing with the ideas of what he knows.

“Woah chillax man. I already knew most of that stuff anyway,” he explains. “So, you got any ideas or not?”

If you were honest, your only idea includes simply walking away, but you aren’t sure how to do that considering most of the area is destroyed. 

Now that you look properly, you are standing on a floating rock. In space. 

“Well, couldn’t we both all up and just poof away?”

You couldn’t “all up and just poof away”, because a lot of your energy was used on fighting. The little bit the creature in your head had gathered would not be enough to leave.

“Oh. That’s a bummer,” He lightly puts it.

“What about… how about…?” He trails off. Clearly you both have no plan.

Finally he seems to get it.

“Oh.”

Your body turns and you notice the other version of you that was fighting you had been talking this whole time. 

“…and how dare you hide in my favorite place. I hate you so much,” he rambled on. “I will destroy you because you are a filthy glitch!”

Horrifyingly, your body skates over to him and puts a finger over his mouth. You were under the impression you both wanted to live through this encounter, but no, apparently not.

The other guy furiously wipes his mouth back and forth with his sleeve, scowling. It’s a little hard to take him seriously when the jacket fabric against his teeth is making a ridiculous squeaky noise. It honestly reminded you a lot of when Papyrus cleaned the windows in your house. Laughter emanates from your mouth without your instruction. Though to be fair if you did have control, you might have laughed too.

“That’s ENOUGH! I’m sick of you!” He yells “You’re gonna pay for that!”

The other skeleton pulls a blue string from his eye socket and swings it towards you.

It wraps around your soul, which is floating within your right eye, and slams you towards the ground, flinging you towards a larger stretch of land. A sharp pain seems to stab you in your eye like shards of glass. A hiss of pain you didn’t make escapes you. 

You reach your hand toward your eye. That really hurt this time. Wait. You reach your hand. You have control.

“Wait WAIT! Let’s talk this out? One on one?”

And there’s the guy who was in charge.

You don’t care how panicked he sounds, you aren’t helping him anymore.

You reach into you pockets and feel for something. You’re going home. You pull out your house key. Papyrus bought you the dog keychain for it.

You start to walk until the way looks familiar and you arrive on your front porch.

“Bro, that’s not your house. This is an alternative version of your reality. It looks like ya house, but it ain’t. Get it?”

You don’t care. You slot the key into the door. It swings open with a satisfied click. You walk up to your room and lie down in your mattress. Someone will probably find you later, but you don’t care at the moment.

[monmuses]

nurturing-starlight​:

Figures, but Kenny couldn’t really blame her either considering Wendy was a beast of her own. More tolerable since she wasn’t a racist asshole who picked fights like Cartman did, but she had her own.. questionable things that upset the boys. Then again, they didn’t know what happened behind closed doors with the girls more often than not.

“I think it says something if you feel that way. In a good way that is. So you feel bad for what you did, that means you can accept that truth instead of trying to deny it. I’d say that’s pretty good.” At least in his opinion. Playing ignorant or the whole ‘I didn’t do anything wrong’ card never set well with Kenny.

“A lot better actually, you should consider talking to him now. He doesn’t yell like he used to as a kid. Pretty laid back actually. He’s not hard to miss either. He’s the only one in this town who wears hawaiian shirts, or has a tail for that matter.” There’s a chuckle as he moves his arm away and pockets it again.

“I’m sure you’ll do fine, as for me? I nearly uh.. killed someone recently… total accident. Can’t really go into full details but she did have to go to the hospital. I’m surprised Scott didn’t kick my ass. But you know how it is with me usually. I stopped dating though, it’s a pain in the ass when they keep leaving. So the usual same old shit.”

     Being the second in command when it came to the Girls was a little stressful. Though, she was hoping she wouldn’t be asked to come back or the group itself was already disbanded with Wendy no longer running the scene. All that mattered was her current outlook for doing something better.

     “...you think so?” She asked, looking up at him with a sweetened look to her eyes. “I hope that says more. I’ve done some awful things... terrible things, in fact. I hate thing about them sometimes!”

     Bebe was an embarrassed mess, tucking her hair away from the side of her face. The least she could do was just... push it off for later, right? She knew she could go to Kenny about anything, especially if it involved some thoughts and feelings. He had a great ear to tune in for stuff like that.

     “I’ll keep that in mind,” she smiled. “I’m not really sure what to do or say, but I’ll look out for him if I ever do want to talk to him. It’s rather strange to hear he’s still... around. After all of the things I’ve heard about him. And-- wait, Scott?” She stopped, looking extremely surprised. “As in, Scott Malkinson? The kid with diabetes? I can’t see him hurting anyone! Why would he kick your ass of all people? I won’t ask, but you? I’m surprised!”

[billyslittledolly]

Videotapes (A)

Warning(s); smut!! 18+ only!! Male Masturbation, voyeurism, slight sub argyle, talk of teeth brushing, some fluff.

Pairing(s); Argyle x girlfriend! Reader.

Summary; your boyfriend sends you something special after not seeing you.

A/n; there’s no mentions to readers gender however I wrote for Fem! Reader so this is open for gn readers as well! This is a modern au!!

Might write a part 2 if it’s wanted!!

You missed your boyfriend. Terribly, horribly, earth shatteringly, missed him. You just couldn’t ignore your family’s dinner though and the rule is no phones regardless of who. You hadn’t even been gone 6 days and you missed him.

Your family’s yearly vacation came around but since they don’t like argyle they refused to pay for him come. Even with you working extra hours you couldn’t save enough to pay for him too, so here you are, on a beach in Italy, without your boyfriend.

You knew argyle was upset that you couldn’t talk to him, or that he couldn’t come. You just weren’t expecting him to send you a video.

You waited until you were back in your house,inside your room,away from your parents, to play it. Coming from argyle you already knew it was gonna be something stupid.

You watched as your boyfriends thick shirt covered chest came into veiw as he was complaining about his computer. “I unplugged my PC by accident, just a sec!” He spoke as if you were really in the phone.

Finally, your boyfriends pretty face came onto screen and he smiled positioning his phone on his desk so he could sit back on the edge of his bed. You could see practically his whole body just past his knees.

Argyle rambled for a few minutes before getting to his point. “I take offense to the fact that you chose to leave me for some crappy dinner with your family by the way.” He sat back a little further. “Your loving, devoted, handsome boyfriend hasn’t seen you in almost a week you know.” He went on to talk about how he missed you and your body making your cheeks flush.

You sat your phone on your bed stand while you stepped into the en-suite bathroom. “I miss you being in control” you tied your hair up preparing to clean your face. “The night before you left I was more,….,dominate” you washed off the soap and got your toothbrush ready unintentionally tuning out argyles video.

“Ah…shit” he groaned and it caused you to choke on your toothpaste spitting the bubbly white liquid out. You must’ve misheard it, “I miss you so,…,mmn,…,so much.” You quickly washed your mouth clean and rushed to pick up your phone.

On screen was argyle furiously fisting his cock, it was red and leaking. It looked almost painful. Argyle had mentioned on the phone he hadn’t been able to get off without you because of work and school. You had no idea he was so pent up, poor baby. Your heart hurt almost seeing him so needy for you.

The hurt was quickly replaced with arousal as his moans turned into needy, desperate whines. “I-if you were here you’d be r-riding me and telling me-…calling me a good boy” he whimpered out.

Argyle’s hips jumped up into his fist “can still feel your pussy dripping around me….want it so bad.” His eyes closed and he leans his head back, hair falling off his shoulder. He starts to chant your name over and over while his fist only picks up speed. “Fuck I miss you…can’t wait for you to be back!” He gasps out.

Argyle let’s out a loud whine as white ropes start to coat his hand and stain his black shirt. Once he’s calmed back down he chuckles “wanted to give you a gift,miss you.” and the screen goes black.

You huff, your cheeks now red, your underwear now wet,and your want to ditch your family and go back home that much stronger.

[neon-skeleton99]

Fresh Out of Luck

The normal uncomfortable feeling in your head is spreading, spreading down your spine and weaving itself in between your ribs. It keeps moving further until it’s inescapable, until it twists inside your gut.

You don’t know what he’s doing now. Something strange is happening with your magic, causing your spine to tingle. You suppose it might have something to do with the weird glitchy version of yourself he’s currently fighting, but who knows. It really doesn’t matter either way though,  you remember. You try to stop thinking about it. You’ll probably never escape the thing controlling you, and why should you bother? You’ve never done much before, so why even start now.

Your thoughts are interrupted by a flash of pain. You had tuned out the fight and the odd feeling of your body dodging and attacking without any input from you, but now you are forced to notice the cut on your leg. It’s not even a bad cut, really, but, then again, it actually is pretty bad for a guy like you. 

An annoying voice coming from inside your own head startles you. 

“Oh jeez, man that’s.. that’s kind of wack.”

“So, Sans, any ideas man?” Surprisingly, he continues.

He was talking to you? He had gone this whole time ignoring you and now he talks, and it’s to ask something for his own benefit? God this guy was the worst.

“Aw man, do ya really think that of me?”

He can hear you. He could probably hear you this whole time, probably since the start and you didn’t know. He probably heard everything you thought.

“Oh you didn’t know, huh,” He snickers.

“That’s actually hilarious dude.”

It’s not, actually, and it sends your soul racing with the ideas of what he knows.

“Woah chillax man. I already knew most of that stuff anyway,” he explains. “So, you got any ideas or not?”

If you were honest, your only idea includes simply walking away, but you aren’t sure how to do that considering most of the area is destroyed. 

Now that you look properly, you are standing on a floating rock. In space. 

“Well, couldn’t we both all up and just poof away?”

You couldn’t “all up and just poof away”, because a lot of your energy was used on fighting. The little bit the creature in your head had gathered would not be enough to leave.

“Oh. That’s a bummer,” He lightly puts it.

“What about… how about…?” He trails off. Clearly you both have no plan.

Finally he seems to get it.

“Oh.”

Your body turns and you notice the other version of you that was fighting you had been talking this whole time. 

“…and how dare you hide in my favorite place. I hate you so much,” he rambled on. “I will destroy you because you are a filthy glitch!”

Horrifyingly, your body skates over to him and puts a finger over his mouth. You were under the impression you both wanted to live through this encounter, but no, apparently not.

The other guy furiously wipes his mouth back and forth with his sleeve, scowling. It’s a little hard to take him seriously when the jacket fabric against his teeth is making a ridiculous squeaky noise. It honestly reminded you a lot of when Papyrus cleaned the windows in your house. Laughter emanates from your mouth without your instruction. Though to be fair if you did have control, you might have laughed too.

“That’s ENOUGH! I’m sick of you!” He yells “You’re gonna pay for that!”

The other skeleton pulls a blue string from his eye socket and swings it towards you.

It wraps around your soul, which is floating within your right eye, and slams you towards the ground, flinging you towards a larger stretch of land. A sharp pain seems to stab you in your eye like shards of glass. A hiss of pain you didn’t make escapes you. 

You reach your hand toward your eye. That really hurt this time. Wait. You reach your hand. You have control.

“Wait WAIT! Let’s talk this out? One on one?”

And there’s the guy who was in charge.

You don’t care how panicked he sounds, you aren’t helping him anymore.

You reach into you pockets and feel for something. You’re going home. You pull out your house key. Papyrus bought you the dog keychain for it.

You start to walk until the way looks familiar and you arrive on your front porch.

“Bro, that’s not your house. This is an alternative version of your reality. It looks like ya house, but it ain’t. Get it?”

You don’t care. You slot the key into the door. It swings open with a satisfied click. You walk up to your room and lie down in your mattress. Someone will probably find you later, but you don’t care at the moment.

[camsthisky]

"you’re not alone . you’re stuck with me forever . sorry . ” + Jason and Dick (and anyone other family member)?

“Everyone okay?” Dick croaks as the dust and rubble settles around them. He’s lying on his back, kept still by something pinning his legs down. He doesn’t dare assess himself quite yet. “Hood? Batgirl?”

“Okay,” Cass says, and Dick watches as she stumbles over to him, looking dusty, but relatively alright. She kneels next to him with a frown. She meets his eyes—well, relatively since they’re both wearing masks—and asks, “Okay?”

Dick grimaces. “Not really.” Louder, he calls, “Red Hood?!”

“Here, here,” Jason says, coughing into his fist. He’s missing his helmet and there’s a gash sluggishly bleeding from his right cheek, smearing a trail of blood down his face. He’s also limping, but only slightly.

“Can you move?” Cass asks Dick as Jason pulls out his flashlight.

Dick winces at the sudden light, his mask having already automatically switched to night vision. He huffs. “Jay. Off.”

“Names.”

Dick scowls. “The light.”

“Deal with it,” Jason snaps. “My night vision isn’t working.”

Dick turns off his own night vision feature, if only to not be blinded by the damn flashlight if it passes over his eyes again.

That’s when Jason’s flashlight lands on where Dick is pinned.

“Crap,” Jason breathes.

“Can you move them?” Cass asks, sounding a touch more impatient, and Dick realizes that Cass has already asked once. “Your legs.”

“No,” says Dick, just barely trying. He’s tired, but he knows that time is up. He can’t get away with ignoring his own situation any longer. Probably shouldn’t have even waited this long. His legs are tingling from lack of blood flow, mixing with a sharp pain shooting through them both. Still he’s lucky, because—“I can still feel them, though.”

“We’ll lift,” Jason says to Cass, who nods. Dick closes his eyes and braces himself for the inevitable pain of rubble being lifted off his crushed legs.

“Hhh.”

The sounds he makes is nothing more than an agonized hissed through his teeth, and Dick can’t help the cold sweat that sweeps across his body in a slow wave as his siblings manage to move the slab of—wall, maybe? who knows, really—from where it’s crushing his poor legs.

Something taps against his shinbone and then his kneecap.

“Stop, stop, I feel it,” Dick gasps, bringing his legs up in a protective curl as pain throbs through most of his lower body. His left hip hurts like hell, and his every muscle, bone, and tendon feels like they’ve been squeezed and then flattened like a pancake. He rolls over onto his side so he can bring his knees up to his chest, to wait out the lingering intensity of the pain.

“Breathe,” Cass says.

Dick breathes.

He closes his eyes and blocks out everything and, again, just breathes. His siblings let him.

When he has a better grasp on his agony, Dick finally relaxes. The world filters back in. Cass is running fingers through Dick’s dusty hair (something she one hundred percent learned from Bruce, because only a select few know how much the motion tends to calm him down).

On the other hand, Dick blinks his eyes open to find Jason agitatedly pacing.

“The hell?” Jason murmurs, his flashlight whipping back and forth with his movements as he surveys their surroundings. “Did we get completely sealed in?”

Dick wishes desperately he would stop. Even without night vision, Jason’s impromptu strobe light effect is causing Dick’s head to ache. Instead of saying this, he hums contemplatively. “Wonder if there’s a signal this far down.”

Jason huffs, not slowing in the least. He’s searching for something, and dear god does Dick want him to find it already. “You’re the one with the comms in your ear. You try it.”

They’re in the sewers, is the thing. And while Bruce and Babs have designed the comms system to work incredibly well, even in the sewers, the signal still needs to be able to make it to the system in order to be functional.

With the three of them sealed in this place, seemingly with no way out, pretty deep in the sewer system where they had been disabling bombs throughout the city, Dick isn’t optimistic about their chances of getting a signal.

(They’d just been a few seconds too late for that last bomb, which unfortunately led them to their current circumstances.)

While Jason grumbles, Cass activates her emergency signal and the comms. She calls out, “Batman? Oracle?”

Jason shuts up for the five seconds before Cass looks between both Dick and Jason and shakes her head.

Dick lets out a slow exhale through his nose. He hadn’t really held out much hope for that anyways.

Jason groans. “Holy batcannoli, I can’t believe we’re stuck down here. And where’s my hecking helmet?!”

Cass helpfully points to the rubble sealing them in. Jason kicks a rock with a yell. Dick sighs.

“Well, at least you’re not alone down here,” Dick says as optimistically as he can—although, given the circumstances, it does fall a little flat.

Jason snorts. “Right. Sure, Batgirl is an asset, but you’re a sack of bruised bones right now. That’s not helpful in the slightest, Dickface.”

Dick’s eyelashes flutter of their own accord. He hums. “Too bad. Looks like you’re stuck with me. Sorry.”

“Dick,” Cass says, her fingers tracing lightly over his face. “Stay awake.”

“I am awake.”

“You’re starting to—” Cass pauses. Dick can’t see the look on her face, because somehow, his eyes have fully closed without his permission, and he can’t seem to find the strength to open them again. “—to slur.”

The sounds of Jason’s pacing stop. Silence rings loud in their sealed section of the sewers. Then, “Did he hit his head?”

“Not sure,” Cass answers.

“Dick,” Jason says, sounding quite a bit closer, like he’s maybe crouching down next to Cass or something—but Dick hadn’t heard him move, and Jason’s boots are too clunky to not make sound against the concrete. “Dick, did you hit your head?”

Dick’s eyebrows furrow, but he doesn’t open his eyes. He doesn’t remember hitting his head. The only thing he clearly remembers about the blast is heavy pieces of rubble crushing his legs. “Maybe?”

“Great,” Jason says. He’s pulling out his I’m-rolling-my-eyes-at-your-ridiculous-incompetency voice. “So my bruised bones of a big brother probably also has a concussion. Just great.”

“It’s not his fault he’s injured,” Cass tells Jason. “He was disarming the bomb.”

Which means Dick took the brunt of the blast when it was remotely activated.

Dick really means to tack onto Cass’s statement, maybe tease Jason a little and try to reassure both his younger siblings that not everything is hopeless, because he’s the best big brother ever, of course.

Only, he can’t find the strength to open his mouth and talk. Instead, the voices around him become watery, distorted, and Dick’s head flares in pain.

When unconsciousness comes to take him, he doesn’t resist.

—

“—manage to even find us in the first place?” is the first thing Dick hears as he swims back to consciousness. Jason almost sounds relieved.

“The seismic device didn’t just affect the sewers,” someone replies. It takes a lot of effort for Dick to recognize it as Tim. “A couple buildings partially collapsed, and since we knew the three of you were down here, it was a good starting point to look when none of you would answer the comms.”

“Huh,” is all Jason says.

“Nightwing,” Bruce says, startling Dick from the dazed lull he’d been in as he listened to his brothers talking. He opens his eyes, blinking up bewilderingly at what he can see of Bruce’s face behind the cowl.

“B?” Dick murmurs. He doesn’t move, yet, from where’s curled on his side, but he feels an abortive twitch of his fingers at the reassuring sight of Batman. “‘S goin’ on?”

“What do you remember?”

Right. Bruce did not give easy answers. Life is a series of puzzles, Dick Grayson, fueled by none other than Bruce Wayne himself.

Dick frowns and casts his mind back. “The wall blew up,” he decides. “I got hurt?”

He’s only half sure about that last one, but considering his position on the ground, the throbbing in his head and hip, and Bruce’s concerned dad frown that’s taking over his Batman grimace, Dick thinks that he’s probably on the right track.

“Concussion,” Cass says, startling Dick when she pops her head over Bruce’s shoulder. “Also, ‘a sack of bruised bones.’”

That—sounds familiar. He thinks he remembers Jason saying something like that.

Bruce’s frown gets deeper. “Straighten your legs.”

“Please,” Dick tacks on for Bruce when he lacks the manners to be nice, basically on instinct at this point, even as he—slowly, and with a great deal of agony—does what Bruce tells him to do.

They go through a couple more tests, until finally Bruce, unhappy, deems, “We need to move you.”

Dick blinks when Bruce turns away to murmur something to one of the others. A conversation washes over him, and Dick can’t help but let himself tune it out. The noise settles as vague humming—indistinct and comforting.

“—two, three,” Bruce says as Dick’s entire vision goes white.

He only manages to come back to himself in increments.

There are arms holding him tight. Familiar murmurs in his ear. The comforting sound of Batman’s heavy cape brushing against concrete.

“—there, Chum,” Bruce is saying, and if Dick had the capability, he would have teased Bruce for pulling out both the concerned dad frown and the concerned dad voice in one night.

As it is, the only thing that comes out of his mouth when he opens it are harsh pants for air. Every step jostles him, and agony is his constant companion throughout the entire journey to the surface.

Somehow, Dick is still conscious when he’s laid down in the backseat of the batmobile. He’s grateful he’s not moving anymore, and carefully doesn’t think of the upcoming ride back to the Cave.

He only really starts to relax when Bruce settles the cape over him. Wrapped up inside it, Dick almost feels like he’s ten years old again. Batman’s has always felt like warmth and protection and home. This time is no different.

“Batgirl and Robin, keep Nightwing as still as possible. Red Hood, in the front. Start updating Oracle.”

“Why do they—”

“You’re too bulky, Hood. Me and Batgirl are smaller than you. It’s still going to be a tight fit, but it’s the most comfortable for everyone this way.”

“Whatever.”

“Enough. Car. Now.”

There’s lots of careful but hurried scrambling. Dick thinks he passes out a few times on the way back. He doesn’t remember much, either. Just bits and snatches here and there—His siblings talking to him, Bruce giving orders, Jason being snappy and unwittingly dragging Tim into an argument.

And then—he wakes up. A lot more clear-headed than he’d felt the last time he’d been conscious (though, that wasn’t saying much).

To Dick’s surprise, he’s on his side again, dressed in sweats with a pillow between his legs. He opens his eyes to the Wayne Manor living room, and—yes, he’s on the couch. The curtains are drawn, but it’s clearly sometime past sunrise.

Bruce is sitting cross-legged in front of him, reading a book.

“Bruce?” Dick calls, his voice still somewhat slurred. “Why’m I on the couch?”

“You started crying when I said you had to stay in the infirmary,” Bruce tells him, grabbing a bookmark and setting his book off to the side.

Dick frowns. He doesn’t remember that. Still, he manages to say, “You’re such a pushover.”

“How do you feel?”

Dick blinks a dozen times in a row, trying to assess his body and keep up with the change in subject. “Kinda woozy. My hip hurts a lot.”

“Hn.”

“Think I need to brush up on my Bat speak,” Dick murmurs. “Dunno what that one meant.”

Bruce hums again. “You’re incredibly lucky. We’ll need to be careful for the next few weeks.”

“What’s the diagnosis, doc?”

“Crush injuries to your legs and left hip. Not overly severe, and we managed to stabilize you once we realized you were in shock.”

Dick thinks about that for a second. “Concussion? I’m pretty sure I remember something about a concussion.”

“It’s mild,” Bruce tells him. “It was the shock that was the real problem.”

“Oh.” Dick sighs into the pillow under his head. “I’m tired.”

Bruce gives him a soft smile, just slight enough that if Dick hadn’t been so familiar with Bruce’s microexpressions, he would have thought he’d been mistaken. Fingers lightly card through his hair, and Dick’s eyes start closing of their own accord.

“Then sleep,” Bruce says.

Dick sleeps.

[mggssocks]

In the Dark

Credit To Gif Creator.

Fem!Reader x Spencer Reid

Content warnings: only fluff!

Summary: Spencer isn’t only afraid of the dark, he’s also afraid of not being able to keep things in it. But the plan of doing so fails when he accidentally brings up your name in a conversation with the team.

Word Count: 2.6k

A/N: Hi! Been really busy but I wanted to get this out here so therefore this one kind of sucks lol. I didn’t do much spell checking so if you see any mistakes pls ignore it. Also I added a quote at the end like how they do in the show. Thank you for taking the time out of your day (or possible sleep schedule lol) to read this and if you like it give it a like, reblog or comment. Enjoys! <3

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The team laughed on the jet as hotch took the cards from each and every member to shuffle them.

“Look I’m just saying, there’s nothing wrong with being a little afraid of dogs.” Derek says in a defensive tone.

“They’re completely harmless.” JJ laughs.

“Actually,JJ, even though dogs aren’t completely dangerous, people should be aware that dogs of any age, including puppies, can sometimes carry harmful germs that can make people sick.” Spencer says.

JJ rolls her eyes as he continues. Derek zoned out half way through. Gideon zoned out from the beginning, staring at the table. Hotch laughed, amused at everyone’s reaction to their typical genius’ rants. Emily paid attention as she didn’t like to make Spencer feel bad about his rants.

“Don’t even get me started on bites which is estimated that one point five through two percent of the US population, from four point five to four point seven million people, are bitten by dogs yearly. Most bites occur in children.” He finished his sentence with a proud smile.

“See, it just proves my point. What person likes something that could hurt something so precious like a child.” Derek says.

“Penelope would be so disappointed with you, Derek.” Emily laughed.

“So I can’t be afraid of dogs but you guys can let pretty boy here slide while being scared of the dark?” Spencer furrows his eyebrows.

“Reid, you’re afraid of the dark?” Hotch asks, dealing out everyone’s cards.

“I told that to you and JJ in confidence!” Spencer whines.

“Just because you told that to us in confidence, Spence, doesn’t make it any less funny.” She laughs, sipping her bottled water.

“Darkness is a common fear!” Spencer defends himself.

“So are dogs!” Says Derek.

“Yeah but my fear has nothing to do with being attacked or hurt it’s just the inherent-“

“-Absence of light” JJ and Derek say at the same time.

“We get it, Spence.” JJ smiles sarcastically.

“You don’t because you keep making fun of me for it. And Y/N says that nothing is wrong-“

“Who’s Y/N?” Emily asked, picking up her cards. Finally, Gideon looked up.

Spencer’s white skin turned a deep shade of red at the realization that he just outed his relationship.

“Uh- she’s just a uh- a f-friend“

“A friend?” Asked Gideon.

Spencer just nods, afraid that if he speaks again he might let something else slip. He picks up his cards and slowly sinks into his seat.

*******

As they enter the bullpen, Penelope runs out straight to Spencer.

“Boy genius, you have a girlfriend?” She asks, following him back to his desk.

Spencer turns to Derek who has a shameless smirk on his face.

“What’s her name?” She asked while he set his things down.

“Y/N” Spencer mutters under his breath but loud enough for Penelope to hear.

“So you admit she’s your girlfriend?” Emily asks, settling down at her desk too.

Spencer looks up to her briefly before looking back down to his desk, not wanting to answer. As if on cue, his flip phone rings, your name popping up on the screen.

“Oh she’s calling. Answer it!” Penelope pokes both of her index fingers on him over and over excitedly.

Unfortunately for Spencer, his three team members that were around him tuned in.

He sighs and picks it up, answering.

“Hey Y/N.” He answers, turning away from the three.

“Hey! I was calling to see if we were still on for tonight.” You ask as you lean against your kitchen island.

“Yeah, of course. I just have to finish my work and I can meet you there. What time is the reservation?” He looks down to the watch on his wrist. His voice is quieter than when he picked up the phone.

“Are you whispering?” You question.

“What? No!” He whispers then clears his throat. “My voice is kind of messed up from yelling at an unsub.” The call falls silent as you internally question what reason he had to whisper.

“Y/N?” He calls, waiting for your response.

“It’s at 10 but the lady on the phone said if we get there earlier we might be able to get a better table.” You said, not acknowledging the obviously untrue statement.

“Okay, I’ll see you there. Bye. I love you.” He says.

“Bye. I love you more.” You hang up.

Spencer turns back around and sits at his desk, starting his work immediately.

“Everything okay, pretty boy?” Morgan lifted his eyebrows.

“Yeah- no- I’m fine.”  

****

Spencer walked to his car and pulled the keys out when he received a text on his phone. He pulls it out to see you texted him.

I canceled the reservation. He reads. He quickly dials up your number and you answer right away. “Hey.” You greet in a calm tone.

“Hey, what happened? Why’d you cancel the reservation?” He responds before getting in his car.

“We need to talk.” You tell him “I’ll be at your apartment.” You say before hanging up.

“Wha- Y/N?” He looks at his phone seeing that the call ended.

When he opens his apartment door, he’s greeted by you sitting on the couch, holding a pillow against yourself.

“Y/n, what was that call about?” He asks, shutting and locking the door behind him.

“We need to talk.” You look up at him as he sets his things down and sits on the couch across from you. His eyebrows furrowed with concern “Everything okay?” he asks.

“No- yeah everything is fine. For me….” Spencer tilts his head, confused.

“W-what do you mean by that?” He asks.

“Spencer, we’re both young and have our whole lives ahead of us. You have a busy job and so do I. I really want the best of us and I-“

“Are you breaking up with me?” He asks.

“No of course not! I just… I don’t know how to say this so I’ll just show you.” You reach in between you and the pillow and pull out the flat rectangular box. You set it between the two of you and slide it more towards him. His eyes lingers on yours before they move to the box. His hand hovers over the box before he grabs it. He doesn’t waste time opening it and he pauses as soon as he opens it. The white stick with two red lines going down.

“You’re pregnant?” He looks back up at you. You nod, a small smile forming on your face.

He shakes his head, mouth agape. For a second, you’re worried but then he starts to smile.

“I’m going to be a dad?” He looks back at the test. You tackle him with a hug and he wraps his arms around you. Next thing you know, you’re both settled comfortably on the couch. He’s sitting right but relaxed, lost in thought of possible variations of what your baby could look like. Meanwhile your head is in his lap while he strokes your hair, lost in thought of who all you were gonna tell.

“Who are we gonna tell?” You think out loud.

That’s when Spencer realized you’re pregnant and his team hasn’t even met you yet. You already know about Diana but you’ve never actually got to meet her. Spencer has met your parents on the other hand. Your mother who comes from a wealthy family wanted you to date some type of doctor or lawyer or someone with money in general. She was very surprised when you came home with Spencer. It took some time but she slowly warmed up to him. On the other hand, your wealthy father was very accepting of Spencer immediately. He could tell Spencer’s intentions were pure. He loved him off the bat.

“Your parents.” He shrugs.

“My mother won’t be too pleased.” You roll your eyes.

“She’ll have to learn to deal with it. Like she did me.” He laughs. You giggle in response.

“What about your team?” You ask, looking up at him.

He freezes and the realization hits you. “You still haven’t told them about us.” You state.

“No! They know about you.” it technically wasn’t a lie but it’s not like they would’ve known about you had he not slipped up.

You sigh “okay. It would be nice to meet them.” You sit up “I’m going to bed.” You place a kiss on his lips and go to lay down in his bed.

*********

The alarm rings and you reach over a peacefully sleeping Spencer to stop it. You never understood how he slept through that thing. It sounded like someone banging pots and pans.

“Spencer” you shake him awake “your alarm” his eyes slowly flutter open.

“I thought it was a dream.” He groans. You giggle and kiss the tip of his nose “It’s time to get up.”

You slip on the shirt that he had worn yesterday and button up the last few buttons as you watch him get ready for the day. You both talk here and there about your jobs to fill the silence for a while before the conversation dies down again.

“I don’t want to leave you.” Spencer says, standing in the mirror as he ties his Burgundy tie.

“I can drop you off.” You offer.

“That would be great. I’ll put lives at risk if I drive with how tired I am.” He says, putting a sock on one by one.

You stand up and go over to the dresser to put some leggings on “we wouldn’t want that now, would we, Dr.Reid?” You smirk putting the bottoms on.

As you pull into the lot in Spencer’s car, you give him a kiss goodbye and he quickly hops out. You start to head out the parking lot to go lay down in Spencer’s bed on your day off. But then you look over in the passenger seat and see Spencer’s phone that he left. You sigh and make a U turn, going back to park.

“Would you be able to return this cell phone to Dr.Reid? He works on the sixth floor.” You ask the security guard.

“I can’t, ma’am. That is personal property, you would have to return it yourself.” He informs you.

“Oh- how would I do that? I thought I couldn’t go in?” You ask.

“You can sign in as a desk and go in.” He says You quickly thank him and make your way in through the main entrance because in order to use the side door, you have to have a passcode.

Once you sign in and show your ID and things like that, they offer you a sticker and you put your name on it before sticking it on Spencer’s shirt. They let you through and you go straight through to his floor.  You step off the elevator and have know idea where to go, so you look around, maybe hopeful that you’ll just see him.

You see the actual doors to the bullpen and decide to go in there. To be completely honest you looked like a freshman on the first day of high school. You see a blonde woman walking past so you decided to ask her.

“Excuse me.” You call. She turns to you “Have you seen Spencer Reid?” She eyes you suspiciously.

“Yeah you just missed him, he went to the restroom.” She tells you. You nod and look around. “Do you want to wait at his desk?” She offers. You nod and she leads you to the space.

“Hey, JJ, who’s this?” The Black haired girl looks at you.

JJ looks at you, with an idea of who you are but not completely sure so she doesn’t say it.

“Y/N.” You reach your hand out to the woman. Her and JJ turn to each other. She slowly nods her head. “Emily,” she replies. You take a seat at Spencer’s chair.

“Penelope, let it go.” You hear from behind you, causing you to turn. You see the handsome muscular man with another blonde woman. They both stop in their tracks and look at you.

“Wait.. let me guess.. Y/N?” Says the man.

You smile and stand up “You’d be correct. How’d you know?”

“Reid wore that shirt yesterday.. and your name tag. I’m Derek.” He shakes your hand briefly before he points to the shirt you had on and walks around you, you assume to his desk.

“Penelope.” The other woman shakes your hand excitedly.

“Y/N. Nice to meet you.” You smile and sit back down.

“So you’re Spencer’s girlfriend?” She asks.

You nod rather than say anything.

“Y/N?” You turn around and see Spencer walking towards all of you.

“Spencer” you meet him halfway “You left your phone in the car and then I tried to get the security to give it to you but then he said I have to be the one to give it to you-“ you try to explain but he cuts you off.

“It’s okay” he takes it from you and chuckles. You embrace him in a hug just as Gideon and Hotchner come out of their offices.

“I’ll see you later.” You give him a kiss goodbye on his cheek and leave him to work.

“That’s Spencer’s girlfriend,” Hotch says to Gideon. “I see.” He responds.

After you’re out of sight, Spencer turns back around to see his team with sung smirks on their faces.

“What?” His eyebrows furrow.

“I’ll see you later’” Morgan mocks and begins making kissing noises.

“Leave him alone,” Emily smiles.

“She is so adorable.” Penelope grabs Spencer’s hands and brings him his chair. “Tell us everything. Like what she’s like. But outside of what we’ve already seen.”

“well.. she’s sweet, funny, cheerful, supportive, just an all around amazing person. I mean she does have those moments where she’s a little stubborn like the other night I wanted her the last pepperoni pizza but she wanted me to have it so she refused to eat it. But other than that… she’s completely flawless. She’s gonna be a great mother.” He says, lost in thought.

“Mother?” Morgan asks.

Spencer looks over in Morgan's direction and proudly smiles “she’s pregnant.”

Penelope gasps exaggeratedly, “I call fairy godmother.” She says and Morgan’s eyebrows raise.

“How far along is she?” JJ asks.

“Eleven weeks.” He answers.

“Wow! Congrats, Spence!” Emily exclaims.

He turns and sees Gideon and Hotch. “We have a case.” Says Hotch.

The team goes congratulating Spencer one by one as they walk past him.

Hotch and Gideon stay behind them and Spencer goes up to the two.

“Congratulations. You’re gonna do great.” Gideon says before walking off to join the team. “Thanks,” he whispers. He turns to Hotchner who was staring at him.

“You know.. I never expected to be a father. Especially as early as this.” Spencer chuckles.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He asked.

“I only found out last night. I mean, I’m pretty excited but I don’t know If I’m ready.” Spencer sticks his hands in his pockets

“You’re gonna feel like that up until the birth. But when you hold that baby in your hands, you’ll know.” Hotch explains.

“Did you feel that way with Jack?” Spencer asks.

“Did I.” Hotchner responds, smiling.

Spencer laughs. “Meet us in the round table room.” Hotch says walking away. Before he could get too far, he turned around. “And Reid.” Spencer looks up and turns to him. “Congratulations” is all he says before continuing his path to the conference room.

Spencer smiles.

‘The darkness does not destroy the light; it defines it. It’s our fear of the dark that costs our joy into the shadows.’ - Brene Brown

[nevereverlandboys]

Different Pulses 

Pairing: Felix x Reader

Warnings: Swearing

Summary: After Pan gets defeated, Y/N and Felix live together in Storybrooke with the "heroes". They both don't get along and seem to avoid each other, until the "heroes" need to leave them alone to save Henry from another threat. Will Y/N get along with the cold, distant boy?

Part: (1/?)

@madd-devil

This story is heavily inspired by "When it's cold" by:

@the-original-weirdo-83

@peter-pan-on-neverland

Y/N's eyes wandered through the small room, from the small bed to the huge window, stopping at the small drawer underneath it, before finally stepping further in. The walls were dyed light blue and besides a big clock and a flat screen they were empty. There was nothing unusual with this room, nothing really striking and yet it still felt a little strange. She walked forwards and ripped the dark curtains away, opening the window to welcome the golden sunlight into the room, warming her skin. The air smelled different and even the birds chirped in another tune. It seemed as if this world was quieter than the other, less dangerous and more welcoming. For a moment Y/N was soaked into the moment and drifted off into her thoughts, as suddenly some cursing in the next room ripped the girl out of her thoughts. With an annoyed snarl, she rolled her eyes and let herself drop onto the small bed, trying to ignore the sounds that probably came from the grumpy former second in command. After all, he still did not like being taken from Neverland, as he found himself with Y/N in a new home in Storybrooke. He still did not fit in and fought with everything he had to integrate. The second in command was stubborn and feisty, hot-tempered and constantly in a bad mood. Felix had barely granted Y/N a smile since they came off the Island and after he was brought into Mary Margaret's and David Charmings flat, everything went worse. The lost boy usually locked himself up inside his room, stayed there until after dinner to grab himself the leftovers, before vanishing back behind the wooden door. He never seemed to understand the technology around him, not even trying to understand it, but getting angry instead if it did not work out like he had imagined it to.  Y/N on the other hand, found herself in a healthy relationship with her hosts real quick. They took it as their own responsibility to take both of them in, after Pan was defeated. Felix, because he was the most stubborn boy that would never find his peace in an orphanage and Y/N, because she was the only girl next to Wendy that lived with the lost boys. After all this time on the island, she found herself being close to Henry as well. The small, young boy was like a little brother to her, making the girl laugh and joining her whenever Mary Margaret would allow them to go out. She was a careful woman and even though she trusted Y/N, there was no reason for her not to be cautious. Also Y/N suspected Mary  not to act like granting the girl a privilege while Felix was still being guarded. 

Another loud yell from behind those walls disturbed the girls' peaceful daydreams once more, so she grabbed the pillow and pressed it over her head to muffle all the sound, trying her best to ignore everything around. It was a day too pretty for this and Y/N only wanted to relax, but not a few minutes of delightful silence later, she heard a knock on the wooden door. Moving her body properly under the sheets, she faced the door and mumbled just loud enough,"Come in."

The door swung open and revealed the former second in command's worried face, his sweaty hair hung down his face and he breathed so loud that the girl could literally feel anger flooding in the room. The atmosphere turned immediately tense and the room seemed to shrink around her with each second passing. Y/N held her breath and raised one eyebrow in confusion, trying her best to hide her insecurities behind a questioning look, as the lanky, blonde boy's eyes pierced her urgently. 

"Where is the little rat?" Felix spoke in a hoarse tone. 

"The ra-" She started confused. "Oh."

Henry.

"He took my cloak." Felix raged. "Where is the bastard, so I can smite him!"

"It's in the laundry." Y/N interrupted him before Felix would even try to hurt Henry and give him the fault for her doings. She found it in the bathroom and washed it along with the other laundry. The girl's voice was almost inaudible, well knowing the boy's temper from all the countless encounters with the other lost boys. Felix's eyes twitched and he gritted his teeth as he slowly came closer, one step after another, to close the distance that kept her away from him, the only distance that gave the girl at least a little bit of comfort. Henry could be glad to have to spend the time with the grumpy lost boy on weekends only. How much she envied him.

"What?" He snarled with his face just a few centimeters away from hers and for a moment her mind went blank, the only impulse she felt was to storm out of the room. As she crashed to the door, Y/N did not even bother to look back and swiftly grabbed her shoes and keys before leaving the apartment.  The door swung shut with a loud crash that echoed through every room as Felix swayed back in his own room, every cell inside him questioning why his heart felt so heavy. Y/N was not even sure if the lanky boy bothered to chase after her and if her actions seemed a little exaggerated, but when Felix built himself up in front of her, the girl's heart sank into the bottom of her body and fear overtook her mind. The former lost boy had been cruel to other boys for less than that.

She did not stay out for long, simply walked around the block to get some fresh air and to get some space from the tall boy. Also, because she knew that Mary would be mad if she was not home when the woman returned. The first week did not start well and Y/N let out a frustrated sight as she thought of the future. Mary and David left her alone with him half of the day, having the boy locked up in his room was not consoling though, the fact alone that he was present was enough to make her feel nervous. When she returned to the apartment, Felix was nowhere in sight, so she quickly snuck back into her room, hoping that he would leave her alone for the rest of the day. On the other hand, she had to make sure that he would not hurt Henry, the poor boy did nothing wrong. For a moment Y/N hesitated until she decided to get Felix's cloak from the washing line on the balcony. Not a surprise that the asshole did not know it was there, when he never left his room. Still, the girl felt a little curious when she thought of what he might do all day by himself- especially with no understanding of technology. Was he not bored? There was no convincing answer that she could think of and Y/N wondered if she would find out as she strutted with the big cloak in her hands towards Felix's room. She  knocked at the door and immediately regretted it after the previous events. Nevertheless she tried to be brave and push her fear aside, telling herself that the former second in command was not threatening at all.

She knocked again when nothing happened and suddenly some angry footsteps stomped into her direction-, firm and loud, before the tall boy ripped the door wide open, revealing his furious face.

"What the fuck do you want?" Felix growled, the veins of his neck throbbing and his hands pressed so tightly into fists that his knuckles turned white. 

"I-...eh." Y/N stammered nervously and tightened her grip onto the cloak. Her eyes widened as she thought, He would not hurt me, would he? "I have your-"

"Keep that!" Felix interrupted her, his words were like poison.

Felix slammed the door shut before  the girl could say another  word, leaving her in the dark hallway with an unsettling feeling inside her guts that something was wrong. But how could she even tell what? Felix never spoke to her that much and it was pretty obvious that he would not do more in the future. All Y/N knew was that the grumpy boy missed the island and that he missed Pan, even though the girl never understood his obedience to the green devil. Peter Pan was manipulative and evil and she was glad he never left Neverland alive. Felix couldn't give her the fault for his loss, she had never helped the heroes and even refused as the only one next to him to say a word. Well, Y/N opened up quicker and befriended the "heroes" after everything they did. It was a saint if she could speak freely about it. The cloak must mean a lot to Felix, or else he would never be this angry, even for a boy who had a tendency to violence-, he never hurt Y/N before. She really hoped he would take it back and overcome his rage. The idea that Felix might only looked for a reason to hate Henry more occured her a few minutes later, but it was an unspoken thought that seemed to be way too assumptious.

"I am sorry about Peter." She moved her forehead onto the wooden door, resting it there for a bit and after a while she watched a single tear drop down onto the ground. Peter was not completely evil, not to Y/N at least and deep inside he was a loss to her as well. There was a short time where Felix seemed to be nice too, back on Neverland just weeks before Peter got defeated. He had shown the girl a flower field and tickled her until some boy's would crossy their way and disturb that lovely moment. It was the first and only time he had ever been close in a comforting way. Since then, Y/N had always hoped to see the boy underneath this rusty shell, but it was all gone since the second he stepped off the boat.

The door stayed closed and she stared at Felix's cloak, wondering what to do with it. When Y/N returned to her own room and snuck underneath the covers, the cloak was still under her arm. It did not smell like Felix anymore. The ticking of the clock was the only sound filling the room, capturing the girl's eyes to check the time- six pm. It was late, almost time for Mary Margaret to come back from work and cook some dinner, and when it was time for Y/N to sleep, David would come home too and Emma would come tomorrow, to bring Henry over for the weekend. Y/N barely saw David. He was always busy with his work in the police station and would get home late in the night. He left Felix and her up to Mary and Emma, which was definitely a hard task thinking of the rebellious boy next to Y/N's room. The man could not stand the former lost boy, the girl had seen it in his eyes when Emma brought her onto the ship, back then,  from escaping Neverland. Felix's emotions seemed mutual and everyone around could sense it. That both of them were separated most of the time, was not so bad after all. Mary Margarett even tried to take it as an opportunity to get to know more about the former lost boy, but all her attempts failed. The boy kept shut, would not reveal his past and barely replied to any of the woman’s actions. It was tiring to watch, quite a show though. It seemed like a boring game of charade, in which Mary kept asking him countless questions and then tried to interpret his annoyed growls as he ate some cereal. Breakfast was a strict rule for him to join and dinner to avoid. 

Y/N rolled over and grabbed her phone, turning some music on to change her thoughts and kill the silence. Even though it was so early, she felt how her eyelids were getting heavy, how she slowly drifted off into sleep, using the cloak as a pillow. Throwing it away was not an option for her, there could always come a time where the former lost boy would demand it back. 

It felt like a whole night when the girl woke up from a strange feeling of someone pulling on something underneath her. Out of reflex, she tightened the grip on the cloak in her arms. The pulling got stronger and when she realised that this was not a dream, she slowly opened her tired eyes.

"I changed my mind." Felix scoffed. "I want it back."

With a mind still dizzy and drunk from sleep, Y/N's sight was still so blurry, that it was hard to catch up and she needed a moment to follow the lost boy's words. He obviously meant the cloak, but why did he make such a fuss about it when he did not want it in the first place? 

"Y/N?" He pronounced her name so carefully when he realised her eyes were closing again. She did not respond. 

The sound of Felix's knees hitting the floor startled the girl out of sleep, finding herself sitting bolt upright in bed, pressing the cloak with widened eyes tightly against her chest. He let out an amused chuckle, grinning from ear to ear. Being fully awake now, Y/N realised why the tall boy was here and she slowly reached her hand forward, handing the boy his cloak over. What the hell did he do in the middle of the night inside her room? Why could this not wait? Her eyes wandered to her phone on the small nightstand-, it was eight pm and winter. It caused the girl to genuinely laugh to herself.

"Sorry for washing it." She whispered meek, avoiding Felix's gaze and dropped her head back onto the pillow before turning  away from him to close her eyes. 

"It's all right." With that Felix quickly made his way back to his own room, the door closing so quick as if he had run.

The next day he kept quiet, did not say a word at breakfast, not even a snarky comment towards Henry who was constantly talking about one of his favourite movies and its heroes. The word 'hero' usually was enough to make the former lost boy explode. Not this time. His steel like eyes were glued onto his bowl as he ate in silence. Later he would sit in the living room, watching some TV that Henry forgot to turn off and would not even complain when Y/N joined and switched the channel. For a moment she felt his eyes burning on her skin. When she met his gaze, the former lost boy rose to his feet and walked away, slamming his door to confirm he was in his room now. Felix was strange and not the friendliest boy for sure. Still, Y/N had the feeling that there was more behind his behaviour that he would let her on and that he exaggerated an act. Mary would give her some tasks over the time like getting the groceries, which she would really appreciate doing, since it was a great way to get out. Y/N and Felix were no prisoners of course and the cold of the thick snow creeping in from the outside would keep her under her covers anyway. There never has been snow on Neverland. It was entirely strange and yet so familiar, waking a nostalgic feeling inside the girl. When Y/N found her way to the grocery store, there was no one to harm her and she had all the time she needed to wander through the different Isles and shove anything she liked into the shopping cart. There were no lost boys with spears and torches, that would hunt the girl down until her feet would bleed. No Pan that played his dangerous, manipulative games, that only entertained him in a twisted, sadistic way,  satisfying him, that it could already be a kink. 

It was freedom. 

The good snacks from the store disappeared immediately inside the drawer, keeping it safe from Henry or Felix. Both had the tendency to steal Y/N's food. She would often cook for herself, learning new skills since there was nothing else to do anyways. As soon as Mary returned, the girl hoped she would bring some more groceries, but she got disappointed. The snow held her off too long, the mood to go into the supermarket was simply gone and Y/N could understand that.

"You can go with Henry." She smiled and grabbed herself something to drink from the fridge. 

"When will he be here?" Y/N asked, raising an eyebrow as she waited for an answer. The short haired woman slowly turned around, her face seemed to be frozen in an unbelieving, perplexed and slightly fearing frown.

"Isn't he here alr-" She stopped and both of their heads shot into the same direction when a key was put inside the front lock, turning and unlocking the door. The girl expected the young boy to get home, instead, Emma stormed into the apartment, shortly followed by David and the girl already saw on their faces that something was wrong. Mary let go of what she was doing and closed the distance between them with quite some concern on her face.

"They took Henry!" Emma bursted out, her eyes searching the room as if her son could just hide somewhere and would just magically appear any moment. She looked full of hope. David gently rubbed her back and told Mary to get her things. They always seemed to find trouble and now Y/N finally understood what Felix meant, when he once claimed that their hero being was only a facade and they were the true danger. Were they? Henry was gone and that was because he was so important to these women.

"Who took him?" Y/N asked worriedly.

"Stay out of this, you are not a part of this." Emma ignored the question and  gently shoved the former lost girl out of her way to get her keys. She ripped the door wide open and jumped down the hallway without bothering to close it, expecting the others to follow quickly. 

"We will get Henry back." Mary turned to Y/N, trying to comfort her by holding her hands. "You don't have to worry."

It was not the young boy she worried about and the short haired woman knew that. With a quick glance back to Felix's closed door, Y/N gulped and immediately shook her head.

"I can come with you!" She protested at the thought of being all alone with the former second in command.

"No," Mary said and sighted. "I need you here."

Her gaze wandered off to Felix's door again and her look grew frustrated. Y/N followed with her eyes and nodded before facing the short haired woman again. She turned to the counter and grabbed her purse to pull out her wallet.  Then she collected all the money she had and put it in a sugar box inside the shelf. 

"I trust you enough." Her words meant a lot. "Besides, once in a while Regina will check up on you two."

With that, Mary Margaret turned around and gave David a final nod, before both of them left the apartment to join their daughter in the car. As soon as Y/N closed the door behind them, everything went into an uncomfortable silence. There was no single sound instead of the unbearable striking of the clock hanging on the kitchen wall. 

"Great." Y/N moaned quietly. At least they could have told her who took Henry and for what possible reason. The adults would always seem to know better and in this case they decided it would be better to keep Felix and her out of this. Did they really want to leave her out of it, or was Y/N just not to be trusted? Felix would easily try to convince her about that. The former lost boy probably would not  care  at all. It was smart of Mary Margaret to hide some money for Y/N. The fridge was almost empty and she wondered how long they would be away and when she would need food. There was nothing good inside it, nothing appealing, so  Y/N closed the door and strutted back to her room. Dropping into the sheets, she grabbed the remote next to her pillow and turned on the TV. Henry had shown her how to use it real quick as he often joined the girl to play video games. All those years living here and using all these things caused him to always be smarter and it was the first thing Y/N noticed that Felix disliked about him. At the end, there were countless things the scarred up boy hated, but Henry was always the center of his anger. 

With the time passing by, the rumbling in the girl's stomach got louder until her tummy literally screamed for something to eat. Back in the kitchen, there was still nothing  appealing and with a quick glance to Felix's wooden door, she wondered if the former lost boy would like to eat something too. Each step further towards his room felt more heavy and Y/N's stomach turned inside out. The moment her knuckles knocked against the cool wood, she questioned why she even tried to be nice and get along with him. The floor was cold, maybe she should have put on some socks or turned on the heater. There was no sound on the other side of the wood and Y/N started to wonder if Felix was even home, when suddenly some heavy footsteps slowly strutted closer. Felix swayed the door wide open and rubbed his tired eyes, then rested his heavy head on the doorframe. He only wore some grey sweatpants, revealing his scars on his pale chest. The air around the girl thickened and her body heated up at the sight of his messy, sweaty morning hair. 

"Sorry." She mumbled and avoided looking at him. His presence alone caused shivers to run down her spine. "Did I wake you?"

"M-hm." Felix grumbled tiredly, fighting to keep his eyes open. Y/N's eyes wandered back to the open kitchen and its clock. It was four o'clock.

"Are you hungry?"

The tall boy remained silent for a moment, his dull eyes staring at the girl as if he did not understand the question, turned to look at his bed, then slightly nodded with his head as if it was the hardest thing to do.

"I could eat." He spoke with a deep, raspy voice, laying his focus back onto Y/N. Fuck, he sounded so hot, it caught her off guard and left her unable to speak for a glimpse moment. 

"I am ordering food." She said after a small moment. "What would you like?"

Felix pressed his brows together, then lifted one in confusion. "How does that work?" He asked and Y/N chuckled in amusement, feeling how her stiffened limbs relaxed. 

"You choose a restaurant and then decide what you want to eat." She explained and showed the blonde boy her phone. "They deliver it and you pay."' 

"Ah."

Y/N were not sure if Felix was not understanding it, or simply did not like it. He brought his hands up to his arms and rubbed the scarred skin, feeling how cold it was and finally bothered to put on a T-shirt. If Y/N were honest with herself, she liked Felix's exposed back. Muscles danced under tender flesh, as arms stretched upon the ceiling, forward and crooked together, pulling the cotton over his chest. Back on Neverland, Felix always seemed to be violent and rough, harsh to others and never in a good mood. There has not changed much, yet the dangerous, threatening touch was missing since he came to Storybrooke with Y/N. He was bent to new rules now. 

"Pizza." Felix said and stepped closer, closing the distance and bent down to take a glimpse of the menu. "Do they have some?"

Y/N's skin started to prickle when she felt his breath against her cheek and immediately froze in place. Why was he so close? 

"You know Pizza?" She asked unsure, still a little curious. Felix smirked and let out a husky chuckle. "Sure I do."

He walked past her into the kitchen, grabbed a glass of water, gulped it down, filled another one, gulped it down, but when he repeated that for a third time, the second in command could not finish it and disposed of the remains in the sink.  He turned around to check the time and widened his eyes as he realised how late it already was.

"The days are dark during winter." The boy mentioned with a side-along gaze, as if he knew that she might have criticised him for sleeping that long. Y/N did not know how to respond, but was confident enough to join the tall boy in the kitchen, pulling the chair back and taking a seat at the table. Both of them did not say a word and with each second passing in silence, she regretted sitting there with him even more. 

"Why did you run from me earlier?" The question caught her off guard, she needed a moment to think for the right answer. The girl tilted her head in Felix's direction, his eyebrows were lifted up in a questioning look and he leaned at the counter, waiting for the girl to open her mouth and speak.  He was just curious, not too gruff nor angry. 

"You scare me sometimes." Y/N admitted. "It's like being back in Neverland."

The former lost boy nodded disappointed and shifted his gaze out of the window to hide half of his features as if she would ever be able to read them.

"You really did not like the Island." The boy stated, receiving a light nod as an answer. "Was it so bad?"

"There were no toilets."

Felix could not help but chuckle, a warm genuine smile spread over his face and he nodded his head in agreement when he faced her again. 

"Toilets sure are great." He laughed. "Or warm running water."

Felix pushed himself away from the counter and slendered over to the girl, taking a seat on the chair in front of her. "It took me three days to find out how that works, by the way." He added after a small pause. Y/N could only shake her head in response and give him a brief smile. "Must have been cold."

The tall boy agreed in silence and crossed his arms in front of his chest, waiting for the food to arrive. He would disappear for a while to go to the bathroom, giving her some space to clear her mind. All she could think about was how beautiful the former second in command looked when he smiled, making her nervous the longer he stayed with her. For a moment, it seemed like he was another person when she was all alone with him. 

"Where are the others?" Felix asked when he returned from the bathroom, pulling the chair around to straddle it. 

"Someone took Henry." Y/N admitted low, not even wanting him to know that, well aware that he would only mock this situation, probably having expected such a thing sooner or later. 

"Hm.’' Felix let out an amused chuckle and gave her a winning smirk, one that said,"Told you so!"

"We're on our own for a while." The girl said, checking her phone for a message from the delivery guy. Not long. Almost here. How the time had passed by.

"I am  fucking happy they are gone." Felix snorted and rolled his eyes."They were such a pain in the ass."

At least they gave him a home and clothes, food and no worries about his current life. That was something and even though Y/N knew how beautiful the Island could be, the former lost boy had not been safe there. None of them were. How could he still be so blinded after all? Y/N wanted to respond but decided to keep her mouth shut. Right at that moment the doorbell rang. Shifting from her seat, Y/N strutted over to the door and opened it, waiting a few moments for the delivery guy to get up the stairs and hand her the Pizza. She pulled a twenty dollar bill out of her pocket and handed it over to the man before closing the door. The boxes felt hot on her cool hands and the smell of fat, cheese and pepperoni filled the room, making the girl realise how hungry she actually was. Felix's stomach started to rumble when she started to cut her Pizza, so she assumed he did not have any breakfast either. For a moment the girl really enjoyed the boy's company and hoped he would stay longer, but she was also sure that he would take his food and vanish as quickly as he used to do. Yet, Felix never ceased to amaze her. He waited in silence until she was done cutting, then he took the knife and in that moment her fingers touched his, she felt  a quick, electric sensation followed by butterflies rumbling in her stomach. Taking the Pizza, she quickly strutted into the direction of your room to hide her sudden joy, just to be stopped by Felix calling her name.

"Where are you going?"

"Into my room?" Y/N gave confused back ,wondering why he would want her to accompany him all of the sudden.

"Oh- I thought…" Felix sounded disappointed.

"Oh…" Her eyes widened and maybe she sounded a bit too harsh. "I thought you wouldn't want-"

"Nevermind." Felix barked harshly and swiftly vanished behind his own door, not even giving the girl a chance to say another word. Damn, this boy was so sensitive, his mood was constantly switching and Y/N wished to find out why he was always  so pessimistic about everything. Not now, she thought, not now. First she would eat, then she would take care of that matter. 

The boy let out an annoyed sight when he opened his door after Y/N knocked not long after she finished eating. Felix was eating the last slice of his pizza and held the empty box in his other hand.

"Why are you always coming to me?" He snarled.

"I just care about you! For god’s sake! You act so fucking mean since we came here and I wonder why." She raised her voice and knitted her eyebrows together in a serious manner

"Please don't do this." Felix moaned theoretically. "Please don't act as if you cared!"

Felix swiftly turned around and threw the empty box of Pizza aside. His fast movements caused her to flinch a little, but still she managed to remain calm.

"You don't care!" He snarled. "Nobody cares. Just leave me alone."

The tall boy did not need to turn around and give her a final glare, he made it clear that she was not wanted and no matter how much he needed her help, she respected his wishes. Y/N had really no thought to waste about him when she went straight into the bathroom to take a bath that might cool her nerves. That fucking audacity and this childish behaviour, as if Felix really meant what he was saying. They both knew he was not serious and that he was simply lying to himself about his emotions. There was no place for love in his heart after being manipulated by Pan for so long, nor  for friendship. Y/N did not care what the former second in command told himself about their friendship, it all has been a lie and a game for Pan, something to entertain him. It was worthless. His loss meant nothing, still Y/N cared how Felix felt about the betrayal of every former boy.

While she stripped off her clothes, the girl waited for the bathtub to be filled with hot water and bubbles, a metaphorical way to clean her thoughts when diving in. She should rather think about helping someone out and earn some money, so she could afford buying her own things. She splashed the water with her fingers and slowly sank deeper into the bathtub to enjoy the silence. The hot steam filled the room and when her thoughts drove off to something pleasantly, she almost forgot the time. Back in Neverland there was nothing to worry about time, the days were almost all the same and no one was there to rush someone. Things have barely changed in Storybrooke, since there was nothing to do for Y/N and the lanky lost boy, so they needed to find something to kill the time. 

It had been an eternity since the girl had taken a proper bath and maybe it was time to get out, but the hot water remained too tempting for her to step out. With a deep breath she closed her eyes and leaned back, as suddenly a door slammed shut, immediately telling her that Felix was leaving his room again. His slow footsteps definitely made their way towards the bathroom and Y/N realised that she did not lock the door. She did not really forget to lock the door, right? The girl could not recall it and to get out of the water, to check was too late, as she watched agonised how the door handle went down and the door swung wide open, causing her heart to skip a beat. The tall lost boy did not seem to notice her at first, but as soon as he entered the steamy room, Felix froze in place. His eyes widened and his face turned blank. For a long moment, they both stared at each other and Y/N felt relieved that she was at least covered by a thick foam of bubbles. 

"Fuck, sorry...I-" Felix stuttered through half open lips, as if the little sight of a girl's skin was enough to steal his voice. It gave Y/N her confidence back.

"I didn't mean to-" the boy still couldn't open his mouth while his gaze burned holes through her. It took him a moment, but suddenly Felix shook his head to ban whatever he was thinking about and shifted his eyes away, then turned on his heels to swiftly leave the bathroom. 

At least he could have closed the door, Y/N thought as she sunk deeper into the water in embarrassment. Fuck, how in the hell could she forget to close the door? At least he did not see anything, or did he? The whole situation left her frozen in place, unable to think clearly. Y/N did not even dare to step out of the water to close the door, so she just sat there, trying her best to calm down. After a while, the skin of her fingertips were already wrinkled up, leaving a rough touch on her softened skin and she finally thought about getting out of the bathtub. A long time  had passed, since Felix stepped into the bath and now the water was starting to get cold. The girl's eyes searched the room for a towel until she realised that she had washed them and now they hung in the living room. Fuck this shit.

"Felix!" She called him as loud as she could, but there was no answer. The boy did not respond until she called him again.

"What do you want?" His voice echoed through the hallway. She sounded unsure and intrigued. 

"I have a problem."

"Well now you have two." Felix yelled back.

Y/N frowned in confusion and lifted her head.

"How's that?"

"I ain't interested in your first problem."

She let out an annoyed sight and rolled with her eyes and brought her fingers to her forehead, running over her skin in a steady, relaxing movement. Why was he like that? Was it really necessary to always find a way for drama? 

"I don’t have a towel." She whined, hoping for him to bring her one. The grumpy boy did not respond again, an unbearable silence filling the apartment. Felix was there, the girl knew that he was. He had not shut his door yet, so he must be in the living room or kitchen where he would perfectly understand you.

"Felix…" She called him, already giving up that he would come and breaking her mind by finding a way to get past him. "Please."

A few seconds later she heard his footsteps come back again, the wood creaking under his weight and announcing the boy’s arrival. He did not even enter the room, instead Felix threw the towel through the open crack.

"I need to take a piss, so please hurry up!" He said rather cowardly before the footsteps led him away, then shutting the door shut. Y/N did not hesitate and got out of the water as quickly as she could, barely drying her skin before she sprinted into her own room before the former lost boy would cross her way again. 

Why did such things always happen to her? Could it not have been someone else to walk in like Emma or Mary? Of course not, destiny always found a way to punish the girl,- first Pan, now Felix. Nevertheless, the cold boy stayed inside her mind all the time. She dressed herself and got ready to snuck under the blankets. For a while she allowed herself to dream of him cuddling against her back, how his big body would feel like pressed against hers, or maybe even… on top  of her?

NO.

Fuck no, she was not having dirty daydreams of mister cold facade. There was nothing special about Felix, right? Eventually that long scar that ran over his jagged jawline and those blue, stabbing eyes fascinated her. Those  piercing eyes, that were sharp as daggers and intimidating as the gaze of a shark. There was definitely something mysterious about the former second in command, still, Y/N had told herself that she was done with adventures and risky decisions- Felix was definitely one of those,- that she could tell. He was hot, but also the biggest asshole she ever met. The former lost boy kept wandering through the apartment and distracting the girl's dreaming thoughts with each passing second. He would not leave her mind until she fell asleep.

(Next Chapter ->)

[luimagines]

He reacts to seeing you Sick/Wounded Part 2

Masterlist

Part 1 Part 3

Scenario under the cut! Blood ahead so be warned.

Twilight

Twilight looked around the group for what had to be the umpteenth time, searching for you.

You had left awhile ago and had yet to return.

If it was Wild or Hyrule he wouldn’t have put much thought into it. The two of them were notorious for wandering off if something shiny caught their eye and they could be gone for hours.

Not you though.

If anything, you were the one to insist on keeping the group together and to avoid “splitting the party”. as you’d say. You even had a song to go with it, a catchy little tune from your world and he caught himself humming under his breath more than once when he realize someone was gone.

But you were gone long enough now that you even missed a meal.

Twilight started bouncing his knee in anticipation, the worse scenarios coming to mind at what could be happening to you.

“I’m going to find them.” He said, standing up and walking away from the group.

He waits until he’s far enough away to take out the necklace he’s been carrying around since the start of this adventure.

Twilight activates the charm and feels the magic wash over him, his vision and senses sharpening as the worlds color fade and his perspective changes.

There’s always a little discomfort as the beginning of each transformation so he takes a second to compose himself.

Twilight then starts sniffing the air and catches your scent, following where it leads. The path is pretty straight forward and he can almost reconstruct how long it took for you to reach the destination. Twilight travels a little farther than he was expecting, it’s way farther than hearing range, even with his advanced ears.

It’s a little concerning because even if you were to scream for help, there’s no way any of them would have known.

He’s trying to be optimistic. Twilight has seen you fight. He has seen you treat your own wounds. He was personally seen your resourcefulness in tricky situations. There’s little, he thinks, that can actually keep you down.

But then his worst nightmare comes to his nose and he takes off in a sprint. 

It’s blood.

It’s yours.

And there’s a lot of it.

He follows it as far as he can until he hears a pained whimper.

Twilight then follows the sound and comes to a stop, shocked at the sight before him.

You’re sitting up against a tree, the top half of you looks fine if only a little ragged and there’s tear streaks down both your cheeks. Twilight follows the line of your body and sees that there’s no injuries on your arms or torso even if your hands are covered in blood.

But at sight of your leg, he knows what’s happened.

There has to be people nearby, that’s the only explanation.

It’s metal trap with sharp jagged teeth that penetrate the skin and muscle in order to keep the prey from escaping, and they’re incredibly hard to break out of if you don’t have the right equipment. They’re also known for breaking bones if they hit in the right places.

It’s also clamed just above your ankle, blood weeps through still and has travels through the fabric of your pants un to your knee, pronouncing the injury even more.

“Wolfie...” You whimper and try to smile at seeing him. “Yay, you found me. I knew you’d come get me at some point. I tried calling but I think I’m too far away.”

Twilight’s heart bleeds for you and how scared you must have been before he showed up. And he wishes he would have gone looking for you sooner.

You sniffle and whip your face and nose with your sleeve, avoiding the mess on your hands. “I can’t get out. I tried but it’s stuck.” 

Twilight pads closer and sticks his nose by your hands but you pull them back. “I know it looks bad but my hands aren’t hurt...It’s all from my leg. I don’t want to get blood on your pretty fur.”

Twilight doesn’t take time to process the compliment and instead is focused on the choice he has in front of him.

Transform and reveal his secret to you, enabling him to help you here and now or go back and get help, leaving you to the mercy of whatever finds you in your vulnerable state.

It’s a pretty easy choice actually.

Twilight calls off the magic and lets the transformation wash over him. As per usual, the change is disorienting and it’s always hurt more to turn back human than it did to change into a wolf, so he takes a moment to breath before he looks at your ankle.

“Tw-Twilight? You’re Wolfie?” You splutter and try to wrap your head around what you just saw.  “It’s been you this whole time?!”

But he’s ignoring you.

He takes a good look at where the trap is and begins to prod ever so slightly.

“H-HEY!” You cry and try to reach for him. “Don’t! It hurts!”

He doesn’t have the key to unlock it and he doesn’t have the right tools at his disposal to try and pick the lock.

“Twilight please say something.”

“I’m going to get you out. Just hold on a little longer.” He glares at the metal for a moment before placing both his hands around it.

If there’s one thing he’s always been confident in, it’s his strength.

With both hands secured on the device he forces all of his weight to pry it open. He ignores how you continue to make sounds of pain, how his finger tips immediately become moist with your blood and how difficult moving this stupid thing to get you free actually turns out to be. 

After a battle of wills between man and the artificial, it moves and he tilts his hands to keep the momentum going until he’s moved enough of it for you to pull your leg out.

“Go. Get out.” He says with the strain in his voice.

You push away with your hands and your good leg to the best of your ability and slowly (well slower than Twilight would have preferred) to move your leg out of the trap and far enough away where he can simply let it clamp on itself again without fear of losing any fingers or hurting you again.

You gulp and try to move your pant leg to see the damage but it’s clear that doing that hurts you as well.

Twilight it quick to cut off the fabric with his trusted pocket knife and he peels it away.

Bones have definitely been broken.

And there’s certainly a lot of blood to deal with.

He twists the fabric slightly and wraps it above and around your injury to try and stop the flow of blood. Twilight can feel the glare he’s giving to your wound and refuses to look you in face so you can see it.

“Twilight?” You call to him. Your voice is small, weak, tired and afraid.

He can’t leave you to your own thoughts like he wants to so he takes a breath to calm himself and looks at you with as much gentleness and care as he can currently muster.

“You’re going to be just fine, ok?” He says with a small smile. “You’re actually pretty far from the others so it’ll be a bit of a trip but then we’ll get Hyrule to look at you, clean you up... find you some new clothes... You’ll be back to where you were in no time.”

Twilight’s not sure who he’s trying to convinced. It looks deep.

He hopes your foot won’t need to be cut off and that infection hasn’t already set in.

He moves towards you and stops on your good side, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. In one swift movement he hooks his other arm under your knees and picks you up bridal style and begin to walk away from the mess.

You sniffle again and wipe your bloodied hands on your shirt. “Thank you Twilight.” You say. “I won’t tell anyone, I promise.”

“Well you’re going to have to tell one of us what happened.” He responds. “The other are going to ask what on earth happened to you.”

“I meant about you being Wolfie.” You smile. “I’m fully prepared to explain my stupid decisions.”

The easy way you make that claim nearly makes him skip a step and send you both to the ground but Twilight is quick to readjust himself so that it never happens.

He had actually forgotten about that.

“I’d appreciate that.” He nervously chuckles.

“Don’t worry. I’ll cover you when you’re gone. I was starting to suspect something was related because your stories never matched up but I had no proof and no idea where to start. You’re... really not the best at it.” You say and pat his head. “So you save me, I save you. Sound fair?”

“That works for me.”

Time

Time had let Warrior lead the group because he seemed to be the most familiar with the terrain, even if he claims that this isn’t his Hyrule.

With someone capable taking the point, he hung back and let the other walk before him.

He had noticed that you were... weren’t yourself. Like you were hiding something.

You weren’t really interacting with anyone, and you kept your head down, something he hasn’t really known you to do. On another note, you were actually at the back of the group where he was currently stationed.

You always liked to be in the upper middle, talking and entertaining the younger ones and keeping up the group’s moral.

So the fact that you quiet and trying to go unnoticed, arms crossed and head down, worried him.

“Rupee for your thoughts?” He asked you as you walked.

You glanced up at him but you didn’t meet his eyes.

Something was wrong.

“I’m not really thinking about much of anything.” You admitted and shrugged. “I’m just a bit under the weather. I’ll be fine in a bit.”

“You don’t feel good?” Time frowns and stops the both of you with a hand on your shoulder. “Why didn’t you say something?”

“And slow down literally everyone.” You raise an eyebrow at him and he takes a quick second to catalogue your pink cheeks and red rimmed eyes.

Something is wrong.

“It’s just a headache.” You insist. “We’re already behind by how knows how long and it’ll go away on its own. I appreciate the concern but I don’t want to be a hinderance more than anything think I am.”

“For one thing, no one thinks you’re a hinderance.” Time says, taking off his gauntlet and he presses the back of his hand against your forehead, then your cheeks and the back of your neck. “If any one of those boys has told you that, you tell me and I’ll set them straight.”

He doesn’t miss the way you lean and hum in relief from his touch.

Truthfully, you’re actually burning up more than your skin seems to show and his concern sky rockets beyond the moon and back of this proverbial saying.

“I appreciate the thought but it’s not that important.” You say and he catches the way you frown in displeasure when he pulls away.

“Who told you that?” He asks in lieu of bringing your illness to light.

“No one.”

Time frowns some more and says your name in his stern commander voice that he knows you hate.

“No one.” You insist. “No one here anyway.”

From your previous adventure perhaps? Time puts the information away in the back of his mind and vows to vanquish the thoughts from your head when he can, but your health takes precedence right now.

“I think it’s about time to take a break anyway.” Time puts his gauntlet back on and begins to walk forward, leading you with a hand on the small of your back. “Maybe the Champion would be willing to make something for lunch.”

“Think he can cook something up for my headache?” You sigh and massage your temples in a way that seems reminiscent.

“That and more, if you ask him.” He replies easily and lets out a loud whistle that has become their cue to set up for the midday break.

It takes a while for your duo to make it to the others but at least you weren’t so far gone that no one would have heard Time’s signal.

You instantly take a step down and sit on the ground, cradling your head in a way that looks more like you’re crying than merely resting.

Time feels his heart clench at the sight and makes his way over to Wild. He tells them what he found out and asks if he can make something special for you. Something to keep you going.

Because as much as he wants to, this is not the place to stop for the night and with your pride on the line, he doesn’t want the others to crowd and bring more attention than you’d be comfortable with to your predicament.

“There’s a town about three hours from here.” Warrior’s speaks up, having eavesdropped on the conversation Time was trying to have on the down low. “We can hit it before night fall and let them rest in an actual bed for the night.”

Time nods and agree with the notion.

The others seem to catch on that you’re not feeling well and Time discourages them from getting closer than they should, less they get sick as well.

The break is quiet and uneventful for a change and Time is quick to get the group up and moving again when it’s over, choosing to keep you company on the way to the town and trying to make it as painless and comfortable for you as he can.

A part of him thinks that he should just swallow his pride and yours and carry you to the town as you deteriorate on the walk, but it’s not like you’d let him.

He’d just have to satisfy his concern when he eventually takes watch over your bed side, just to make sure you wake up feeling better.

Wind

Wind was sure that you’re hiding something.

You’ve been shifty eyed and nervous, jittery and uncollected.

So unlike the you that he’s come to know, rely on and appreciate.

It scares him a little, to see you so unlike yourself.

Wind makes a calculated guess on why you’re so weird after walking by your side for most of the journey. 

You’re hurt and trying to not let anyone else know.

He can tell by how you’re trying to curl in yourself and fold over but have to keep righting your position. You’re having to walk with one foot on your toes because if you tried any more normally, you’d be limping. You’re a bit slower than your usual walking pace but you’ve been arcing your stride a little to the side so that it matches in length what you wouldn’t be able to make up for in number of steps.

He’s almost impressed by how well you’ve been hiding it.

But it’s drowned out by the irritation of your stubbornness. You could have just told someone, anyone, and they’d help you in seconds. You wouldn’t have to be in pain or having to stop every other second to hide a wince or a grunt or-

Wind is this close to just stopping everything to scream in your face.

He takes a small glance over to you as you walk, and sighs. He knows you won’t listen to him if he tries to say something. And you’d probably be irritated at him instead for trying to make a fuss about it.

Wind doesn’t know what to do, or how to help you, without being pushed away.

You trip.

Wind is too shocked by the outcome to even try to stop you from falling face first into the ground. 

Ok, not face first. You manage to twist yourself just in time to avoid a face on collision, but you land on your side in the process.

Your bad side.

You yell in pain which alerts the whole group ahead and behind you. But you don’t seem to care about that anymore. You finally give into the urge and curl in on yourself, rolling over so that the ground is against your good side and nothing is irritating whatever hit you’ve been hiding.

Wind has to nearly smack himself out of it before he makes it to your side. He can hear the other catching up, their footsteps thundering mutely on the dirt but he’s more focused on you and where your hand seems to be cradling your side.

He’s quick to peel your hand off and lift your shirt.

You’re too shocked and stunned from the pain to stop him. Enough so that you’re brain doesn’t even register it, so you don’t fight back.

He gasps at the the sight and his stomach turns ever so slightly.

It’s a massive bruise, from up to your ribs that are highlighted in a toxic green, down to your hip and it’s not even black and blue. It’s so bad there’s more red on the surface than purple and it makes it look like you’re covered in blood even if the skin hasn’t been breached.

He knows what caused this. 

Two days ago the group had found themselves in the middle of a fight with not one, but three infected monsters and one of them had a nasty looking club. You were fighting with him and on one of them and had taken a hit directly to your side. It was strong enough that it sent you spinning through the air and right into a tree. He didn’t think much of it since you simply bounced back like nothing happened and proceeded to stab the thing through the skull, but if he tries hard enough, he think you hit the same side on the tree as well.

But you didn’t drink a potion, he doesn’t think he even saw you being healed by Hyrule. Which means that you just had this on you for so long and you just- weren’t going to tell anyone?!

Wind can feel his heart clench in tandem with his first, your shirt nearly ripping since it was trapped in between his fingers. “HYRULE!”

“What happened?” Warrior makes it to his side first and stops mid-step when he catches sight of it. “I’ll... go get the Traveler.”

There’s a few seconds in between before you shake off the pain and rip your clothes out of his grip, forcing yourself to get to your feet again.

Everyone is too shocked by what they’ve seen verses how you’ve acting that they almost let you but Wind has been next to you, watching you, and he still is. He catches that your arms are shaking as you put your weight on it, and when you try and compensate for your bad side, you nearly throw yourself over again from your bad balance.

Wind pushes you back down and keeps his hands on your shoulders so keep you from trying that again.

Hyrule takes his cue and slides on his knees until he reaches your side, his healing spell fluttering around his fingers and into the nasty bruise.

“Guys, I’m fine.”

“Cut the bullcrap.” Wind says, knowing that Twilight and Time are behind him with Sky not too far behind. He hopes they let that one slide at least. “It’s looks like you were stabbed fifty seven times and poisoned to top of it all.”

You look up at him then and sigh, the fight leaving instantaneously. “Whatever.”

“It’s not whatever!” He argues but you cut him off.

“It’s just a bruise. It’ll heal in a few days and nothing is broken. But because it’s you holding me down, I’ll let you heal me.” You try for a half smile but Wind thinks it falls flat. “I’m not even going to try and fight a pirate in my state. Take your victory for now.”

“You didn’t have to let it get so bad.” Hyrule scolds you and you don’t even have the decency of at least looking apologetic.

“It was the fall that really made it hurt.” You clench your jaw when your shirt gets lifted higher for Hyrule to heal the bruise on your ribs. “It was just awkward before that.”

“No it wasn’t” Wind frowns even harder. “You were walking funny. It hurt like hell back there too and for a while as well. Why didn’t you get treatment with the others? Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Wind.” You say with as much patience you can muster. Your face begins to relax as the pain fades and the bruise changes to a more normal shade of purple with black spots. “We have no potions left. And Hyrule can only do so much healing in one go.”

“Speaking of...” Legend steps in and yanks Hyrule back by the shoulder, stopping the healing process.

Hyrule takes a minute to reorient himself and he steps away from a minute to catch his breath.

Wind takes another look at your injury and winces. While it looks significantly better than it did seconds prior, it’s not completely healed and would likely have to take more magic to heal on its own. They could just leave it there for the days it’ll take for it to heal naturally but Wind doesn’t like the idea of leaving you hurt for more than necessary.

“How were none of your bones broken?” Twilight asks in a quiet shocked voice.

“Oh no, there were many fractures, believe me.” Hyrule shakes his head. “Mostly minor but it’s crazy how they were able to still be standing, let alone walking. Didn’t any of that hurt?”

Wind takes a sharp breath and has to look away from you. 

You were really good at hiding it then.

He misses the pained look on your face as he turns away and can’t see the hand you reach out to him. “Wind?”

“No.” He gulps and stand up. “This isn’t ok. You can’t do this. Say something next time, or I’ll never speak to you again.”

The second he says it, he feel childish for coming up with that threat in particular and while he wishes that there’ll never be a next time, he knows better.

Occupational hazard and all that jazz.

Your face morphs into one of sadness and you take your hand back. “Ok. Ok. I’ll be better next time.”

He supposes the threat worked after all.

[ariadne-does-her-best]

Love in G Major

Dick Grayson x Reader One-Shot; Soulmate!Au

Word Count: 2,500+

Warnings: Kidnapping but nothing graphic happens

Author’s Note: Hey guys! This is my first time posting a fic so characters may be a little OOC. Please let me know if you guys liked this and if you want to, feel free to send a request! Also, I might make a series of Soulmate! Aus since I have a good idea for Jasons thought out. xo, Ariadne

Summary: In a world where everyone has a soulmate, you’re one of the lucky ones to receive a physical sign of your soulmate in the form of a timer counting down to when you’ll meet. But after being kidnapped by the Riddler, hours before you’re supposed to meet them, you can only pray that the Riddler of all people isn’t your soulmate.

Five hours.

You swayed to the rich sound of your cello, eyes closed, as you shifted your hand down into fourth position. You rested for a beat before going down bow, still doing vibrato even after the piece was done. The audience waited for a sign that you were done with the piece, be it that your hand stopped moving or you physically stood up and told them to clap. Instead, you opened your eyes and smiled as the diners took their cue to start clapping before inclining your head in thanks as you waited for the applause to die down.

It was a normal Saturday at the small but expensive Italian restaurant you performed at. You weren’t supposed to be there since you had requested to take today off but the owner had still put you down to play during half of the two-hour live performance time slot. At the end of the day, money was money and who were you to ever say no to the thousands you always received in tips. After all, you could only think about the new bow you could buy with the money. Which would lead to you sounding better, getting more gigs, and making more money. The process was like a cycle, really.

After the applause stopped and those who were up putting money in your jar had sat down in their seats, you sat back down and started playing Bach’s Cello Suite No. 1, Prelude. You could hear the pianist who was supposed to take over for the rest of the night setting up, his hands flipping through his many copies of sheet music.

Aside from the sounds of cutlery and the wisps of conversation, there was not much noise other than the smooth sound of your cello. But even if there were no noises, something still bothered you.

At first, it wasn’t that bad. You could feel someone staring at you, which was normal since you were performing on a stage with your whole being on display, but it was longer and more intense than normal. Letting your eyes wander around the crowded restaurant, your eyes locked onto a pair of green eyes. You smiled slightly at the young girl before wincing as the slight burning of your wrist got worse. You continued playing, closing your eyes as you tried to ignore the burning of your timer. Your soulmate timer.

You were one of the lucky individuals who had a visible connection to their soulmate. Instead of feeling a spark whenever you touch your soulmate, like your neighbors do, or being able to finally see color when you touch your soulmate, like your parents, you were one of the few lucky ones who could count down to the precise moment when you would meet your soulmate. And that was exactly what you did. When you were thirteen and your parents had explained your soulmate mark to you, the first thing you did was calculate when you would meet your soulmate according to your timer and write it down in your diary.

It was impossible for you to ignore the burning on your wrist, impossible for you to not grin as you played. But your grin was wiped off when you heard glass shatter and a scream.

Four hours.

You had no idea where you were but judging by the smell of the place and the fact that two men wearing green suits with question marks were staring at you, you were not at the restaurant.

‘At least I still have my cello,’ you thought as you pulled against the ropes that tied you against a pillar. The henchmen were talking between themselves as they approached the pillar where you were tied. They started untying you from the pillar and you took this opportunity to suddenly stand up and run.

You heard one of the henchmen curse but you ran in random zigzag lines towards where the door was. It was weird that the henchmen didn’t shoot at you or even attempt to stop you. But you ignored the niggling in the back of your mind. Wrenching the door open, you looked back at where your cello lay and turned back around to walk towards your freedom.

Except it wasn’t your freedom, it was the Riddler in his forest green suit and bowler combo. A rather tacky-looking combo in your opinion but hey, you weren’t going to be the one to break the news to a murderous criminal. He looked up at your sudden entrance and smiled.

“Here she is,” he said, yanking you into the room where the guests of the restaurant were tied onto the seats of an auditorium. You shivered as the cold air hit you and you looked around the room, taking in the TV production set up and the large stage that covered up more than half of the room there.

The Riddler dragged you up onto the stage, and you couldn’t help but wince as the harsh lights burned your eyes.

“What am I doing on stage,” you asked the Riddler as you covered your eyes with your hands. The Riddler’s smile became somehow larger, looking rather comical for a second before becoming more uncomfortable to look at. “Riddle me this,” the Riddler started as he pushed you down onto a chair, “what is it that cannot open any locks and yet has 24 keys?”

Your eyes furrowed in confusion as you rubbed at your wrist, the burning sensation somehow getting worse.

“I don’t know,” you mumbled as a minute passed.

“Well, if you don’t know, why don’t we give you a little motivation to figure out the right answer?”

And with that, the Riddler drew out a gun and pointed it at the closest person seated at the stage, the pianist. At this point, you could hear the sobs wracking through his body and you thought about his elderly parents who depended on him to pay for their surgeries. You don’t know how you could live with his blood on your hands.

“Wait, I have the answer,” you cried out, reaching out to grab the Riddler’s elbow but stopping. Something told you that that wouldn’t be a good idea and he might take that opportunity to shoot you.

“Well, do go on.”

“It’s music,” you said, staring at the deranged man’s face. He broke into peals of laughter, clapping his hands, as he tried to settle himself. It was unnerving how he could flip the switch easily from being a man ready to kill another to laughing as if you were the funniest person on Earth.

“That’s correct. And with that, let us start the games.”

Three hours.

After asking you his initial riddle, the Riddler had quickly set up a broadcast to be shown to all of Gotham, using the footage that one of his henchmen had taken of him questioning you as the intro.

“Batman, I have two riddles for you,” he said, addressing the camera. If you weren’t stuck on stage with two guns pointed at you as you tuned a somewhat cheap cello, you would have sighed. Why couldn’t he also include picture puzzles or something else for once? But you were stuck on stage so you just carefully tuned the instrument, hoping that none of the guards took your movement as you tuned as a sign of your sad attempt at running away.

“There are as many constellations in the sky as there are keys in a piano. What number am I? There you will find the answer to, ‘What is it that makes songs but you will never hear it sing?’ You have an hour to find them before I start playing my little game.”

As if that's your cue, one of the gunmen poked your back and you tensed, surprised by how cold the metal was through your sweater. You quickly quit your tuning and started playing the op. 88, hoping that maybe Batman or Robin would recognize it. It would probably be difficult for them to recognize since they probably weren’t as necessarily as interested in music as you were. And if they were, it’d probably be a little difficult to hear and piece together the piece since you were playing more stiffly than your usual languid movements.

You just hoped that they could understand the Riddler’s riddle and show up to save the night.

Two hours.

An hour has passed of you sitting in your seat playing your cello. Your butt was stiff from the hard chair, your back hurt from your stiff posture, and your wrist was burning pretty badly. At the thought of your wrist, your mind recoiled slightly. What if your soulmate was one of the Riddler’s henchmen? Or the Riddler himself? The thought of it made you want to puke.

“Well Gotham,” the Riddler said, standing in front of the mic as he paused to look dramatically at the camera. “Batman still hasn’t arrived yet so I will be starting my game. And today we have a very special guest that will be playing with me.”

At this, the goons started applauding and you heard a child in the audience cry even louder.

“Our special guest is the one and only (Y/N) (L/N) who has been playing such lovely music for us during our broadcast.”

You sat in your chair, music forgotten as another stage light shone on you.

“Now come on (Y/N), don’t be shy. I know that I’m somewhat of a local celebrity but I don’t bite.”

You shivered under the Riddler’s gaze and got up, trying your best not to stumble as you walked towards him. Your breathing was labored now and the closer you got to the Riddler, the more you felt like you were going to faint.

“(Y/N) here is going to play a simple game. She’s going to play a song that shows up in the cards,” he held up a large stack of index cards and fanned them out on the podium. The crying from the audience became even louder, with ‘Please, no’s mixed in. You turned to watch the small girl from the restaurant being dragged onto the stage, the bright lights highlighting the tears running down her face.

“And if (Y/N) here cannot play the song or if she plays even a single note or rhythm incorrectly, little Bella here will be dunked into this vat of water. For each mistake, she will be kept there for thirty seconds longer.”

You watched in horror as the girl was dragged towards what looked like a giant hole in the ground filled with water. She struggled against her restraints as she cried, her bleary eyes focused on something over your shoulder. You looked over in the corner of your eye and saw the familiar red and yellow of Robin.

As you turned around to shake the Riddler’s hand in acceptance of the rules, you curled your hand in a fist.

“Let the game begin,” he shouted, smiling at the camera before he went to choose a card.

“I’m sorry but we’re going to have to change the rules,” you said before pulling back your fist and punching him in the jaw.

One hour.

You were hiding in the corner of the stage, hidden by the curtains as you tried to untie Bella. The poor girl was trying to hold her sobs in but some still escaped, sounding misplaced in the sounds of Batman and Robin beating the Riddler & co. into oblivion.

You shushed her and tried to twist the rope and push it through the knot when a birdarang flew through the gap of the curtains and sliced your cheek along with the stray strands of hair nearby before hitting the wood paneling behind you. You ignored the blood that was slowly dripping down your face before grabbing the birdarang. You probably grabbed it wrong since it cut the palm of your hand, making you curse under your breath as you started sawing through the multiple knots in the ropes around Bella’s hands and feet.

Once she was free, the little girl tried to get up and run but you grabbed her, putting a finger up to your mouth and cupping a hand behind your ear, whispering “listen.”

You both sat there, listening to the sounds of Robin giggling as he punched someone. You furrowed your brow at that, wondering who exactly was the boy crazy enough to dress up as a traffic signal and fight crime with an equally weird man dressed as a bat.

You slowly started standing up once the sounds of Robin’s laughter had receded before holding a hand out to Bella. The young girl grabbed your hand and you both started edging your way off of the stage area where the fighting was taking place and towards her parents. Batman and Robin were tying people up when you finally found Bella’s father, the sound of the GCPD’s sirens in the background becoming louder and louder as they came closer.

As you and the other hostages made your way out, making sure to jump across the dock to the other side so you don’t fall into the disgusting water down below, you felt someone grab your wrist. You turned and smiled at Bella’s father.

“Why don’t you go and seek some medical assistance?”

“I will sir,” you replied before making your way to the paramedics, letting them fuss over your cuts. You could see Batman speaking to Commissioner Gordon but you couldn’t see Robin near them.

“I think you have something of mine,” Robin said with a grin as he held his hand towards you. You were surprised to see him in front of you but you smiled at him confused.

“I don’t know what you’re…,” you trailed off when you looked down to where he was pointing to see that you were still holding his birdarang.

“Oh. Well, I don’t know… maybe I should keep it. Something to remind me of this day,” you teased as you held up the birdarang so it was eye-level.

“Alright, you can keep it. Just don’t tell Batsie,” he said with a wink, causing you to giggle. “I’m sorry for cutting you.”

“It’s fine,” you said, wincing as the burning on your wrist became worse. Robin also gave out a hiss of pain at the same time as you, causing you to both stare at each other. You reached your hand out towards him slowly, letting your hands ghost over his cheekbones slightly when you felt the telltale cooling sensation of your wrist.

“Let’s go talk somewhere else,” he said, and you nodded, following behind him to an empty alleyway.

“Let me introduce myself again,” he started taking off his mask, “I’m Dick Grayson.”

You were met with the most beautiful pair of lilac-blue eyes, causing you to catch your breath in the back of your throat.

“And I’m (Y/N).”

“Why don’t we get out of here and get to know each other better, princess?”

“I would like that, love bird.”