#n e ways i also realized the wings are supposed to be black i think but whatever ill make a more consistent design later

[orionis13]

THE PRODIGAL ASHE RETURNS EVERYONE CHEERED‼️‼️‼️

[diavolosthots]

I loooove Lucifer’s wings. I have to confess, I think I have a wing kink. It’s not spicy but can I have mc just kinda... out of the blue stroking his feathers, straightening them out? I suppose it could be preening but it’s just more of wanting to snuggle into those wings. If you’d like to make it spicy you can.

On another note thank you for writing so much requests. It must be overwhelming at times and honestly I don’t know how you do it. But please know that I greatly appreciate all that you do for the part of this fandom that is good. Happy writing, Your Majesty! :D

Supernatural awakened my wing!kink so I totally get this haha. It IS overwhelming at times and college is stressing me out right now so I have to cut down on writing way more than I would like to 😩 i hate it. Thank you so much, darling ❤

Warning: slight NSFW at the end-ish

A Demon's Wings (LUCIFER X GN!READER)

(Shoutout if you realized that that GIF is from supernatural's Michael lol the irony)

He should’ve known better than to trust his brothers on April fools. Millennia of experience should have warned him that they wouldn’t miss him, and they sure as hell wouldn’t go easy on him, but to mess with his wings? To tamper with the strongest but also simultaneously the weakest part of his demonic anatomy? That’s just a low blow. To say Lucifer was pissed is an understatement. Even after he washed all the honey off his feathers and got them back to a resemblance of what they used to be, he couldn’t help but sit under a dark cloud. He felt humiliated and to a certain extent, betrayed. Never had they ever gone for his wings, and at this point, he would’ve rather have them go for his horns. You see, an angel’s wings are their most precious parts and although Lucifer isn’t an angel anymore, he still cherishes his wings. They bring him both sadness and confidence. They’re beautiful and he knows it, and although they’re not what they used to be, he uses them as a reminder that he has withstood even the darkest of days. 

Right now, he has allowed himself a moment on his bed, stomach down with his head resting on his crossed arms. It’s an unusual sight, indeed, but after making sure the door was covered in several spells and magic that only the strongest demon could undo, he allowed himself to let his guard down. Every once in a while, and by that I mean around once a century, he lets himself just be. His natural form is out, wings spread wide across his sheets as relaxation slowly creeps through his body. Sometimes he likes to put some music on, like today. Classical, of course. The fireplace is burning and the room is dimmed to a soft light; some might think this to be a romantic setting, except that Lucifer had no one to share it with. “Lucifer?” or so he thought. Your sweet voice rang through the door, which was slowly opening. His whole body tensed, eyes growing wide momentarily as he watched you slip in. He supposes he forgot that although the magic would ward off other demons, only a locked door would keep a curious human such as yourself out. He should’ve known you would come to check up on him, too. You always do; always worried about his well being. 

He barely had time to stand up before you made your presence known in his room. “(Y/N)...” Your eyes immediately landed on his wings, worry and awe shining in them, or so he believes. It’s odd, really. Not that you were concerned, of course, no. You always worried about him and he finds it endearing more often than not. “Are… Are they okay?” You carefully approached him, scared that he will just turn away or change into his more human form to keep you away, to keep you at arm’s length, but he did neither of that. He stood still. “They’re fine.” he didn’t mean to sound so harsh, but your genuine interest in them, especially after that prank, has him on guard. You, however, were just fascinated by them. They were gorgeous and fit him so well. You love the look of them and how seemingly soft they are, although you didn’t really know the latter for sure. 

“I’m sorry i… I just wanted to check on you. They’re still snickering and laughing about the incident but I figured… they may have gone a little too far.” Lucifer’s still watching you cautiously, although he finds mild amusement in your current state of worry. “I had nothing to do with it, by the way… I knew they were planning something. I’m sorry. I should have told you.” “Is that why you came here? To apologize?” He’s tense. You never gave him a reason not to trust him and he’s trying to remember that, but his wings are precious to him and he’s scared of anything else happening to them. “Yes… I feel awful. I thought they may dump water over your head, or trip you down the stairs. I never thought they’d go for your most precious part.” The minute those words left your mouth, you could feel your face heat up, eyes wide as you looked at Lucifer. “I-I mean… I’m assuming that they’re pretty precious…” 

Lucifer let out a soft sigh, turning around to make some tea for the two of you because you won’t be leaving again until you tell him everything about that prank, “tell me, Darling, what e---!” But before he could, your hand hand raked through his feathers, causing him to tense up again, a deep blush creeping across his face. “(Y/N).” He tried to sound stern, he tried to not let his composure falter, and he certainly tried to avoid pushing his wings back into your hand for more. “S-Sorry… I just.. They’re… wow…” once again your hand was in his feathers, feeling through the softness of them although you took note of the strong bone structure in them; they were nothing to mess with. Lucifer shuddered at the touch, quickly turning around to face you and grab your arm, holding it up, “Don’t… I won’t be able to hold back once you start.” 

The truth is, wings are sensitive. Wings can have certain…. Effects on their wearers. Touching his wings is intimate, not to be taken lightly, and he’s not sure you understand the severity of what you’re doing. “Then don’t.” Or maybe you do and you’re just a fool. Your hands are itching to get back into his feathers, Lucifer could tell, and in some way, it’s making it even harder to say no. He craves touch more than anything, more than he would like to admit, but he craves your touch the most. Slowly, he brought your hand up to his face, leaning his cheek against it before placing a loving kiss to your wrist. “You don’t know what you’re saying, Darling.” He managed a soft smile. As much as he would love for you both to explore each other so deeply, he’s scared you won’t be able to handle it, or worse, that he will lose complete control. “But I do… I found a book… about an angel’s wings. I know you’re a demon now, but you were an angel once too… please…. I want this.”

His eyes were fixated on yours, staring at you for what seemed like eternity while he weighed the pros and cons in his mind. “Take your clothes off.” It was a bold statement, yes, but he hoped you would just follow his orders. He let go of your hand, moving past you to lock the door completely and then cast an extra spell on it, turning back around to see you had started on it. Your shirt was thrown somewhere and your pants began to be unbuckled, but before they could fall as well, he moved over in two long strides, cupping your face in his gloved hands to place a deep kiss against your lips, his wings slowly, carefully moving inward to brush over your naked arms. Your hands moved back into his feathers and Lucifer took in a sharp breath, his lips against yours becoming more bruising in a head-turning kiss. “You won’t be ab--” “I know, Lucifer, I know.” your eyes searched his, nothing of love and adoration for him shown within them. Your fingers danced on his black feathers and your eyes landed on them with a smile, “please.”  

Lucifer took a deep breath, gently pushing you down on his bed before getting to work on his own clothes, his lower sets of wings dropping down, yearning for more of your touch, “then tonight, I will make you mine.” 

[inzannatea-arts]

#21 Days of Nathan - A Recap Pt 2 Days 11-21

Apparently there was just too much on the other post, so here we go with post #2! 

Day 11: One word to describe Nathan

My one word to describe Nathan is "Ebullient" -- meaning cheerful and full of energy. There's also an archaic meaning of boiling or agitated as if boiling. I feel in both watching Nathan's performances and in the few times I've had the opportunity to meet him in person this word is fitting. In person, he is a boundless energy and pure serotonin. Just a genuinely delightful and kind human who CANNOT SIT STILL FOR 5 SECONDS. But that same frenetic energy is contained, if only just barely, in so many of his performances... most especially Jack. You can tell there is something boiling just beneath the surface and it's utterly fascinating to watch.

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Day 12: Play I’d like to see Nathan in

Really the answer is "anything". He has great range. But I think he'd give the appropriate gravitas and hilarity to the role of Septimus Hodge in Tom Stoppard's "Arcadia".  He might be a little on the mature side, but he could probably pull it off. Arcadia takes place both in 1809/1812 and the present day with the activities of the modern overlaid on the action of the past. We gradually learn the fates of the past protagonists as the modern actors learn them in the present. It's a very interesting play exploring the nature of evidence and modern theories of history maths, and physics. It brings together themes of romanticism and empiricism, logic and love, sex and sensibility. I think it would be a fantastic role for Nathan and he would knock it out of the park.

Day 13: Favorite picture of Nathan Page from a public event

Event was originally supposed to be the cast and crew preview, part 2 for all the folks who bought that level of movie support, but who couldn't get away for (US) Thanksgiving weekend to the other side of the planet with three week's notice. I like it because I'm photobombing it 🤣 Not only that, it was just such a fun day. @skirtswithpocketsplease is always the right person to stand near in a crowd, fyi. @lechatnoir1918 can also be spotted in this great shot of Mary and Nathan (and bombastic me... and someone's very supportive husband just behind us) from @themissfisherphiles. So hard to believe it's been just over a year!

Day 14: Actor you’d like Nathan to work with

This is another one of those "anyone" answers... However, I would really love to have Nathan and Claudia Black (of Farscape, Stargate) work together. It's probably part of my  Tony Tilse love, or maybe just that I could listen to these two talk for hours on end and it wouldn't even matter what they said. They both have amazing voices in addition to formidable acting talent.

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Day 15: Favorite Behind the Scenes moment

This video was shot by Essie Davis’s dresser for series 1&3 Peter O'Halloran. Essie and Nathan are just so delightfully playful together, even when they're supposed to be Jedi-serious. I adore them 💓

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Day 16: TV Show you’d like to see Nathan Page on

I choose Ms. Fisher’s Modern Murder Mysteries. I'd love to have silver fox Jack Robinson come wandering back into his house to find, not the Miss Fisher he expects, but Miss Fisher the younger. He's been on his own long term mission and didn't know Phryne had gone missing... or maybe has been with her and neither realized the world thinks her dead-again. Either way, bring me silver fox Jack in mid-century Mod to drive the nail in Sparrow's coffin.

Day 17: Fav Miss Fisher and the Crypt of Tears moment

There were a lot of moments I really loved, but I think this was the moment that Essie and Nathan really made me swoon. Methinks the Inspector doth protest too much. No. No. No. No. 

Day 18: Favorite Jack Photo

This lovely shot of Nathan probably needs to be credited to DP Roger Lanser since it's a Screen-cap directly from the Kate Dennis directed episode S1E3 The Green Mill Murder. Other crew are certainly to be credited as well, but Roger... man. Roger just has that eye for good light.

Day 19: Question I’d like to ask Nathan, given the opportunity

I've been lucky enough to have a very casual conversation with Nathan and I didn't really have any burning questions to ask him. We just talked about life and kids and the fires that were raging in Australia, and Lola. Mostly Lola. And how he wants to do more bicycle stunts. I guess after all this lockdown what my wing clipped wandedlusting self wants to know is, where have you always wanted to ride but haven't yet?

Day 20: All-time favorite photo of Nathan Page

This is from the 2016 Logies when Essie Davis had been nominated for a Golden Logie and brought Nathan Page along for the ride. All of the photos were wonderful. It was the first time we'd seen them together since Phryne flew away... and it was clear these too truly were friends. Truly just enjoying each other's company. This one is my favorite because of the sweetness of it. Essie looks a touch nervous. Nathan is full of pride for his friend. Beautiful.

Day 21: Best Cycling Moment

Really it was hard to choose. I love the koala 🐨 and all of the stuff with Lola 🐕 It's really fun to get to go barreling down the hills of rural South Australia 🇦🇺 whilst sitting behind my home office desk. It sparks that sense of adventure that seems to have faded to a mere ember in last year of lockdowns and loss. But--with all of those already cataloged elsewhere in this list, I had to go with this image of pure #couplegoals from shortly after the move to Adelaide. It came from the 18 April 2018 edition of "The Advertiser," (hand delivered to me by a certain delightful person who shall remain @geenee27) at #missfishercon 2018 in Portland, OR.

I wasn't sure I could manage to get through all 21 days, but it was really fun to do! Thank you, @izzyandlouie​ for organizing it! Thank you, Nathan Page for being so generous with your time and care. Thank you to Miss Fisher’s Murder Mysteries and Every Cloud Productions for introducing the world to our favorite dapper detective. Thank you @adventuressclubamericas for organizing the North American fans and making us a force. Also, also... since 21 days of Nathan is done, check out @adventuressesclubamericas for #Miss Fisher March Madness if you haven't already!

[metoo-desu]

Sorry! Wrong Slayer! - 1/?

giyu x reader

Y/n’s Kasugai crow clearly wasn’t the brightest of the bunch. The first time she received her feathered companion right after the Final Selection, he flew into a tree before crashing into the new Demon Slayer’s arms. Not that Y/n minded, he never failed to amuse her especially when the crow flies to her right after completing a mission in the most clumsiest way. Oyakata even offered to replace the bird after Y/n jokingly told him that her messenger seemed to be ‘malfunctioning’. Of course, she kindly declined him, saying that the crow still gets his job done at his own pace that she never fails to make up. 

“So I’ve been traveling west but I see no signs of demons anywhere,” the h/c-haired talked out loud as she weaved through trees in the darkest hours of the night when demons come out and play. She eyed the crow that perched on her shoulders and sighed, “Are you sure we were suppose to come this way, Poya?”

The black bird seemed as he stared off into the distance, second-guessing himself before he ruffled its feathers in realization? 

“South! South-west! You must immediately run South-west!” 

Y/n internally groaned. Of course the bird would give her the wrong direction to her mission, but thank god it wasn’t far off. Turning on her heels, she quickly ran to the right way, hurrying before the demon could make anymore disturbances or find more prey. 

That night, she managed to arrive on time, quickly slaying the demon and going off to the next town over to rest. 

Before she turned herself in for the night, Y/n rested out on the engawa, staring into the night sky and drinking tea. Poya helped himself with the piece of bread she left uneaten. Her e/c eyes narrowed at the bird, finding herself slowly losing her patience for the quite incompetent crow. 

“If you want to keep this job, you have to do it right, y’know? If it were any other Demon Slayer, they would have replaced you the moment you crashed into that tree.” Y/n began scolding the animal, gently poking at his wing. “Luckily for you, I’m nice and I don’t like seeing a helpless and jobless Kasugai crow.���

He hopped several inches away from her. 

Y/n frowned, ��I’d hate to admit it, Poya, but you’re beginning to slow me down and time is crucial for this job. I could be a minute late and find myself in the aftermath of a massacre, and it would be all on me if that were to happen. So please, help us both out and do your job properly.”

If her friend, Shinobu, had seen her scolding a crow and begging him to correct its ways, the Insect Pillar would have mock and laugh at her before doing her a favor and replace it. Y/n laughed at the thought and poured more tea into her cup. 

“How about you send a message to Shinobu for me, hm?”

Poya fluttered his feathers and let out a loud caw, showing objection to what she had just suggested, not vey fond of the Insect Pillar that always tried to rid of him somehow.

Y/n threw him a glare, “Well, you’re going to have to anyways. If you don’t send this message, then you can kiss your wings goodbye.” Without giving him a moment, she recited the message she wanted sent to Shinobu. “Now you better get on with it before I go to Oyakata for a replacement.”

Then off Poya went to the sky, cawing or more so crying into the night. 

^ ^ ^ ^ ^

It was one of those rare days for Giyu to not have been assigned a mission as Oyakata thought he had been working too much without having a proper rest. So there he sat, under a tree with nothing else to do but heed his master’s order to rest. The man wasn’t even allowed to train. 

He didn’t pay attention to the people that walked by him in a hurry to do their daily tasks around the Butterfly Estate, completely in his thoughts, deciding whether or not he should go out and eat at his favorite restaurant or to stay and eat whatever the estate prepared. The clumsy flutters of a crow snapped him out of his thoughts, his attention now on the black bird heading straight towards him with no show of slowing down. 

“What kind of cro—“

Giyu watched the crow descend, crash-landing onto the grass and rolling towards the Water Pillar. It twitched in its spot next to the man before hopping back on its feet, the tiny bells that decorated its neck tinkling, the sound familiar as he heard it sometimes when he’d walk around the estate, followed by giggles from a girl. 

The crow spoke, “Message from Y/N to..” Then it stopped, seemingly forgetting who the message was meant for. 

“MESSAGE FROM Y/N!” It announced again, now disregarding the assigned receiver. 

“‘We should get seared salmon when I get back from my mission! Had quite a rough time out here. And do you think you can come up with a toxin to euthanize this stupid crow? Thanks!’”

Giyu stared at the crow with a deadpanned expression. Most of the Kasugai crows have the intellect to understand the meaning behind the messages they are sent to deliver, but this one seemed to have no clue that its very own owner would send it to someone who would gladly listen to the request and brew up a concoction. 

“I believe you were meant to come to Shinobu,” he told the crow. “Tell this Y/n I give her my thanks for helping me figure out what to have for lunch. I will also relay the message in the crow’s stead because of its incapability to find the correct receiver.”

The crow’s beak fell open, shaking under his gaze before gladly flying away. 

^ ^ ^ ^ ^

*Next day*

“I can’t believe you got the wrong slayer!” Y/n exclaimed, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. “Whoever you sent that message to probably thinks I’m a heartless being! Only Shinobu would’ve understood the last sentence!”

The crow was absolutely flustered. 

The h/c-haired stomped her feet on the ground and let out a groan, “You had one job, Poya! And I don’t get it! How is it that you remember every word in a message but fail to remember a mission?”

Y/n composed herself, sitting herself down on a nearby log. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. “It’s okay. We’ll have to clear my name since you so obviously told them who I was. I do hope you remember who you went to because I’m sending you back to them.”

She received another caw of objection, but with another threat, Poya would have no choice but to go back. 

^ ^ ^ ^ ^

“That is so funny!” 

Shinobu couldn’t help herself but laugh. Giyu had actually went out of his way to relay the message meant for her. Since she was out on a mission the day the crow came to him, he had to wait the next day when she arrived, right before he had to leave. 

“Is she really going to kill that crow?” He asked, curious but not concerned. 

The Insect Pillar shook her head, “As much as Y/n claims to kill Poya one day, she wouldn’t. That stupid crow causes so much trouble for her yet she still can’t find it in her heart to replace him.” 

“I see.” 

“Yup! So don’t you worry about the crow!”

“I’m not worried about the crow. I think she should get rid of it as well.”

Shinobu agreed and looked up at the sky, calling for her own crow. “Right? Well, I’m gonna go ahead and reply to her as soon as possible. Gotta take up on that lunch offer! Seared salmon happens to be your favorite as well, would you like to joi— ah.”

Giyu had already left before she could even offer him to join the two when Y/n gets back, the man eager to leave the Butterfly Estate and on his way to his assigned mission. 

By sun down, he heard the familiar flutters and bells from a distance, the very same crow returning to him once again. He looked exhausted from the way it flew and then it fell. Rolling his eyes, Giyu walked over to the crow, nudging it with his foot. 

“Poya. You passed the Butterfly Estate if you’re meant for Shinobu.”

“To you,” the crow wheezed. “A message from Y/n.”

‘Sorry! Wrong slayer! I’m also sorry for the inconvenience my crow has given you but I thank you for relaying the message as I’m sure Poya wouldn’t have been able to if given a chance. Don’t think lowly of me if you truly believe I would rid of him because I have no intentions of doing so. It was merely a joke’

The Water Pillar crossed his arms and scoffed. This was quite an interesting situation Poya had gotten him in as he found himself curious about the owner. 

He crouched next to the crow and responded to the message. 

[kimberly-spirits13]

For Wandering Dreamers (Bonus Story & Not Technically Part of the Series Just Same Universe It’ll Make Sense)

Synopsis: You had a chance to watch Spoilers for Justice League Dark Apokolips War and it ended it angst and fluff

Notes: This is taken from the same concept as my For Wandering Dreamers series and is just what would happen if you watched the movie in that set universe since you still have access to your old phone. This is also a bit angsty at the beginning and fluff at the end.

Warnings: Spoilers for Justice League Dark Apokolips War, language

Word Count: 1770

You were sitting on your bed in Wayne Manor, phone in hand, now connected to your computer. It was the release day of the new movie back home where you were from and you were pumped for the movie. The only issue for you was seeing Damian and Raven together on screen what with you dating him and all. It was a bit weird but you weren’t going to let that stop you from watching the movie.

           Damian was going out for patrol and had just left. You didn’t really know how violent this movie would be but there were rumors that it would be pretty hardcore. It was just a movie though, and you were sure to teleport into a universe that wasn’t as... doomed as Flashpoint.

           Damian walked out of the room after one last kiss before you started up the movie and sat back to embark on whatever was supposed to happen. You watched as the movie started getting kind of intense.

           “A bit early dontcha think DC?” You muttered arms crossed.

           The film continued and eventually you stumbled across some of the bloodiest and most violent scenes that you’d ever witnessed. Would it have kind of messed you up watching it without knowing that this stuff was real? Yes. But now, knowing that this thing really happened, it hurts in a new kind of way.

           You watched as your favorite heroes died one by one. It was the most antagonizing thing that you’d ever seen in so long. Babs, eaten alive, Hawkman having his wings ripped off, it was like watching everyone that had raised you as a kid be killed off one by one. It broke you seeing what happened to the heroes as the casualties started sky rocketing. What really made you sick was the Titans dying.

           Star was split in half, her blood everywhere and spine showing through, Conner’s neck was snapped and then you saw it, Dick being stabbed to death. The sound made you feel queasy you felt sick to your stomach and then your heart dropped when the parademon saw Damian. You felt tears well in your eyes on anticipation only breathing when he was just knocked into the water seeing as there was a chance of his survival.

           It was hard going on, but know you were glued to the screen watching in anticipation of what was to happen. Eventually after sticking your nose up to what you knew as the DamiRae parts of the movie in jealousy, you got to one of the last battles. It was Damian vs Bruce and you knew it was not going to be pretty. If there was anything that you would never show him besides this entire movie, it was going to be this part and you knew it. You grimaced at the words that Bruce said. They echoed in your mind, his voice sticking there for a few seconds.                  “Your mother mentally broke me.” He continued, “You’re a burden.”

           “Damn B, I know you’re brainwashed and crap but what happened to Batdad?” You said getting a bit mad at the dialogue.

           After a little while, you watched in absolute horror as Damian jumped in front of Bruce. You were at a loss of words watching him shrivel into what looked like an ancient version of himself. Words clumped into the back of your throat as you started to cry hearing Raven screaming and then the climax of the movie hitting. It was terrible seeing him like that. You didn’t stop crying when he was revived either, you didn’t stop until the end of the movie where finally you went to the bathroom for a second.

           Damian wasn’t due to be home for a bit. It was an amazing movie, but seriously? You thought you’d be sick seeing the outcomes of Dick and everyone else. Yes, Flash would hopefully fix everything running into the Speed Force, but it costed everything. You went to the shelf in your bedroom, grabbing your character guide to flip through it. Tears only really came for those with the worst deaths. You didn’t know what happened to some of the characters but you were sure it either wasn’t good, or they weren’t in the movie at all. It was weird seeing everyone in this light and really didn’t affect you too terribly until you thought of Diana. She was the mother you never had and your childhood hero. Watching her become this cyborg version of herself, losing everything was something you didn’t take well.

           You flipped the page to her four pages and cried looking down at the now broken hero, seeing her in a whole new way of defeat and near death. You didn’t realize how much time had passed when you got a knock on the door and a voice that was certainly Damian’s.

           “Beloved?” He asked before you said he could come in, “Are you alrig-“

           Damian stopped dead in his tracks looking at your tear stained face with much concern and then saw the book open in your hands and the black screen of your laptop, it turning off automatically.

           “What happened?” He asked scooping you into his arms and sitting on your bed.

           “E-everyone d-died.” You choked up, “A-and Diana, she, I just, she was completely broken." “Y-you...” You trailed off not wanting to continue, the look on your face being very evident too Damian that that was the case.

           “Y/N, it doesn’t happen here, you know that. It was you who told me that this kind of thing would have already happened since it just got made into a movie.” Damian said, “Everyone is fine.” “I’m fine, I’m here with you, and you’re fine.”

           You looked up at him and shut the book before deleting the file of the movie, “Do not go watching that Damian.”

           “I won’t beloved, you have my word.” Damian promised tucking you two in and shutting off the lamp, “Remember, I’ll always be right here with you. I love you.”

           “I love you too.” You said not falling asleep as quickly as typical.

           It was a few hours later when a dream came on about the movie. You were there in some kind of clear box watching from afar. Damian was bleeding looking up at Bruce before it forwarded more and you saw the league in ruins once more. Damian was strapped into a machine and you were trying to get to him. There was no use in this however. He looked at you and pleaded for help before suddenly, without a moment’s notice, he shriveled into the grey corpse you had seen him in previously.

           “Y/N! Beloved wake up!” Damian was shaking you awake gently before you shot up, sweat covering your face and tears starting to stream down your face as you latched onto Damian, his arms wrapping around you tightly.

           “You’re okay Y/N, it was just a dream.” Damian said tenderly.

           “Please don’t stop talking.” You whimpered feeling him start to trace patterns ono your back as he started talking again, his hot breath dancing on your shoulder.

           “My love, when we first met I couldn’t believe that you were from a different universe.” Damian chuckled some, “To think you were so accustomed to Gotham and fought that man with such pride, I could have thought you had lived here your entire life. After I- you took me back to the cave, I thought you would have demanded to become a vigilante along with the rest of us.”  “I’m glad that you didn’t, it makes me feel better knowing that you’re safe but can also handle yourself at any given time. I’m so sorry that you had to see what you did in this kind of context.”

           His touch became still on your back before he took a long, drawn out sigh as if he was thinking about what he was going to say, “I love you like I love the stars, they are a small light of mystery and beauty in this world.” He smiled some kissing your shoulder.

           “I love you like the ocean, your thoughts and it infinitely deep and everchanging.” He kissed your other shoulder.

           “I love you like I love stories, complex and an escape from reality.” He kissed your jaw.    

           “You are my sun, the light of my life.” He kissed your other cheek”

           “You’re my rest and comfort” He kissed the tip of your nose, “My first love, not just a meaningless relationship.” He kissed your forehead, “My eyes, seeing the beauty in the world.” He then kissed your eye and smiled as you grinned some, “You are my beauty, something that I adore every day.” He lightly kissed your other eye.

           “But most importantly,” Damian paused as you opened your eyes some, “You are my last love, my beloved, and my entire world.” This time he pulled you in for a real kiss, something that felt like it lasted for days or even centuries.

           “I love you Damian.” You smiled as he fell back onto the pillow, taking you down with him and holding you closely still to his chest as you literally laid on top of him.

           “I love you Y/N.” He smiled running his fingers through your hair and fell asleep quickly after you did.

           You awoke from your sleep, light pouring into the bedroom.

           “Good morning beloved.” You heard Damian mutter, a smile in his voice now with an accent.

           “Good morning Dami.” You replied yawning some.

           “Did you sleep well after everything?” He questioned running his fingers through your hair.

           “I did, thank you.” You laughed, “That is the last time I watch that movie.”

           “I’m glad you’re doing better, it sounded like a terrible thing to see what with now knowing it’s relevancy.” He explained, an arm still wrapped tightly around your waste as he sat up.

           You laid in his lap before sitting up, facing him. You were straddling him, your feet pressing against his hips but only because you had socks on. He kissed you lightly smiling into it. You laid your head on his chest and sighed.

           “Last night felt like a fever dream.” He chuckled at your comment.

           “I assure you beloved, it was not a dream.” Damian said, “The good parts especially weren’t.”

           “I’m glad for that.” You smiled, “Anyways, we should probably get breakfast now.”

           “But what if we stayed in bed?” He asked.

           “What if we quickly ate something and had a relaxing weekend?” You asked.

           “That sounds wonderful.” Damian said as you guys got up to head downstairs and start your weekend.

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Hyacinthus Art Process! (Part One)

ART PROCESS BELOW!!! (forgive me if I’m salty, I was looking for the link for Step One for almost HALF AN HOUR)

Also end and forgive me I made the bunning Hyacinthus PURPLE. Luckily I change it but S T I L L I’m ANGRY ABOUT IT

Step One - Rough Draft

Okay! So I started this album around October 20th, 2020 on a Tuesday (lol).

When I was thinking of the song (while doing the covers of the last two), I really wanted to show that power and desperateness of Jamil (and how he indulges and relishes in it). I remembering see this pose by yama_kome and I really liked how they represented Jamil’s overblot. 

Ever since I saw this incredible piece of art, I wanted it to be done in this kind of way. Now, since I’m releasing covers of Scarabia (Mystique and Cardenalia), I decided to do it this time for his overblot. 

Besides, I wanted to change things up a little bit!

This took me a while to get (almost a day I believe?), but when there’s a will - there’s way. 

Just to let you know: I was originally going to name the song Hyacinth but if you say all the Scarabia Trilogy’s Tracks in order - it wouldn’t sound right. So that’s why I changed it to Hyacinthus. 

Secondly, I feel like if you say a flower’s scientific name than its common name - it gives that effect of a beginning, of a source and of an origin. I feel like the Overblots are a representation of their true feelings and emotions (in this case, Twisted Wonderland) so that’s partly the reason why I changed it as well.

Step Two - Rough Lineart

This dang lineart took me till Thursday, October 22nd. Here’s why.

1. I COULDN’T WING IT THIS TIME - there was a lot going through my head as well as references about what I wanted him to wear. Other ideas popped into my head such as, “Should I add some blot there?” or “What should I do for the shirt?”. 

So many ideas, but few were added.

2. The DESIGNS. - So many interpretations and stuff were everywhere, and they all looked good. But the problem was the amount of time to put such beautiful details. That killed me.

To sum up one and two, my brain for ideas went brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr-

Steps of Lineart (at the top of my head - yes. I don’t write this in the time I’m doing it because it slows me down lol):

1. Face (was done already) - more specifically the side profile to the neck

2. Nose Piercing (yE-)

3. Mouth Piercing (hOt-)

*4. Braided Hair (*dies*)

*5. Veil on Face (then the pattern waaaaaay after)

*6. Dazzling-Jewelry-Neck  (more sure about doing the neck first, but #6 and #7 can be interchangeable)

*7. Snakes (only the right of the art piece though/snakes nearest to braids or plaits)

8. Upper Body

9. Robes 

*10. Chest

11. Shoulders

12. Right Hand - Fingers

13. Right Hand - Fingernails

14. Right Hand - Palm

15. Left Hand - Fingers

16. Left Hand - Fingernails

17. Veil on Body

18. Ear (YUP, I FORGOT THE BUNNING EAR-)

*19. Snakes (left of Jamil and his beautiful hair strand)

20. Right Earring

21. Left Earring

22. Thing on his head (nope, don’t know the name and I ain’t bothering)

*For numbers 4, 5, 6,7,10, 17 and 19 in particular, I had to do multiple layers to make the detail. I would say:

#4 - Two layers: One for the plaits and one for the line...thingy...

#5 - Six layers: It’s technically two, but I had made multiple to get the pattern I wanted. Sadly, I didn’t achieve it so I decided to stick with the one above.

#6 - Six layers: THE FULL DANG TRUTH. The diamonds were first (1), then the line separating the pearl and diamonds (2), Later the designs of the pearls + rectangular thingies (3), The triangle into multiple triangle thingies were next (4), Soon after was the circles into multiple circles  + Two triangles overlapping each other (5) and then that last bit at the end of the neck (6). 

There’s actually more due to the designs of the diamonds and pearls, but I’m not going that far into memory lane.

#7 - Eight layers: If you count them, that’s how much layers I had to go through.

#10 - Four layers (without counting the two (or three) patterns that you see up there): That darn pattern (1), Them s p i k e s (2), That thing it’s being held up in (3), that pattern near the spiky pattern (4).

#17 - Four layers: Just count, please. Going up and down with my eyeballs is killing me.

#19 - Seven layers: Not as bad (because it’s pretty small), but whatever. (1 - 3) First three ear piercings you see (you may see two though), that tail, long thingy (4) that crap Bubbles wear...them circles (5 & 6), and that diamond. (hehe cATER DIAMOND)

HI!!!

You better read that crap. I took a good while writing it. If you did, you earn my biggest respect and time in the inbox. 

Step Two and a Half: Cleanup WITHOUT the Background 

Ah. The nostalgia. That feeling when you forgot the flower you were supposed to be working on...

Words, text and speech can not even compare to the feeling I had when I rEALiZED, I foRGOT the BUNNING FLOWER-

Step Three: COMPLETE Cleanup

Perfection. Isn’t that nice?

Step Four: Coloring 

October 22nd, 2020 at 11:03 AM...

Immediately when I thought of Jamil I immediately wanted to give him that w h i t e s c h e m e 

The reason why I wanted to was because he hard more darker colors in his normal design, and besides - his power has something related to the meaning of white ;). Anyways, I made sure that the ivory (celestial?) theme continued to flow through the whole art piece. Basically, making this smol boy a goddess-

Also, I was thinking that this Overblot scheme would be his true form or something, but he kept it locked away maybe due to how much it takes up his health. Consider this idea though as 100% “Not-Fully-Developed-But-Getting-There” Idea.

I really wanted them snakes to be white. Sorry not sorry. 

Plus, I wanted that veil black instead of white, but I was way too into it to ever think of that apparently. In particular, them f i n g e r n a i l s. I absolutely wanted Jamil to have that light peach color and all that so I did it! Makes my heart go UwU-

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Annnnnnnd cut! That’s Part One for you.

Hyacinthus [ Art Process - Part Two ] here!

Thank you for your continuous support!

[phoenixplume117]

Aspik & Marinette

(If you  read my other works this does NOT fit in with that timeline)

2017

Ladybug turned to Rena Rouge she needed someone to deliver Sass to Luka but she couldn't do it right now.  She looked over at Nino-er Carapace, right now they were on the offensive, they didn't require his defensive power she ran to him.

"Carapace!  I need your help!"

Carapace turned to her and nodded while watching the Akumatized woman begin to run their way, along the river, "uh.. sure?"

Ladybug opened her yoyo and produced a box, "I need you to find--  Ugh, I hate telling you this.  You already know who Rena is…" she mentally argued if she could deliver it herself.

"How about instead of telling me who it goes to, you let me guess?" he offered?

Ladybug looked down the Seine at the quickly approaching Melusine that decided to dive under the water and gain it's mermaid tail, dragon wings, "Alright, it's the Miraculous of the snake."

"Um, Julika's older brother?" Carapace didn't bother to tell her that everyone already knew everyone else except who she and Chat Noir were.

Ladybug took a step back in surprise then recovered and pretended he was wrong, "Uh, I've met him, he sounds like a good match for a one time use, take it to him let the kwami, his name is Sass, explain how it works, now go!"

Carapace ran to the Couffain's boat and he was nearly there before he remembered, Luka broke his leg the day before.  He quickly thought then veered to his best friend's house, Adrien wasn't home, he would just be getting out of fencing, he ran to school.  Out of breath he hid in the shadows of the courtyard stairs and waited.  When Adrien walked out of the cloakroom doors he rushed him, picked him up and pulled him under the opposite stairs so no one would see them.

"Adrien Agreste?"

Adrien looked at the turtle superhero and knew he was needed, some place, IN BLACK but he was about to be offered something else.  Plagg was going to be pissed… again.  He nodded,  "Yes?"

Carapace looked around and finding no one he pulled the box out from under his shield, "This is the miraculous of the snake…"

Adrien did even hear the rest of what his sometimes partner was saying. He just looked at the box trying to figure out a way to say he did not want to do this.

Carapace opened the box with a grin and a flourish, "Well?" a heartbeat went by and his best friend didn't respond, not that he knew they were best friends but he thought for sure Adrien would be at least a little excited.  He'd been completely stoked when LB had given him Lil' Dude. "Uh, Du- er M. Agreste?"

Adrien looked like he was in pain or at the very least mildly constipated.

Sass spoke up, "Master Agreste, may I explain the way my miraculous works?"

Adrien looked at Sass, "um, can I not?  I'm kind of not supposed to put myself in danger."

Carapace looked surprised but Sass didn't, he remembered their time together. 

"Um, dude, I'm sure you can, but I'm begging you, LB needs our help Chat Noir is totally MIA and this is the first time she's ever asked me to do something so important. Please, don't make me let her down."

Adrien had to smile, Carapace was such a team player, how could he let his friend down, he reminded him so much of Nino sometimes.  On the other hand he really did not want to do this, after all history had shown him, the odds were not in their favor if he were Aspik.  He looked at Sass who also didn't seem thrilled, where was Luka?  His face lit up, Luka!  "Actually, I know who Viperi.." Adrien trailed off and his smile faded, he'd forgotten.

Carapace nodded, "Yeah, I guess, I was right, the guy who broke his leg yesterday?"

Adrien shrugged, "Ladybug said I had to keep it a secret so I'm not really sure how I should answer that."

Carapace grinned and held out the box again, "Adrien Agreste-"

Adrien pursed his lips then put his hand out, "Okay," he put the miraculous on and quickly called the Gorilla to tell him the team had extra drills and stashed his bag then transformed.

Carapace watched his efficiency and reminded himself to tell LB to give Adrien a Miraculous more often.  "Ready?"

Aspik nodded and ran after Carapace into battle.

With a little black blur tucked between him and his lyre giving constant negative feedback.

"You could have said no," Plagg said.

"I tried," Aspik whispered.

"Did you forget the last time?"

"No, I just need to figure out a way to, get hurt or something," he said.

"Did you say something?" Carapace said, turning toward the river.

"Yeah, what am I supposed to be fighting?"

"Oh, it's like a massive Melusine the size of a statue, it can switch between legs and fins.  And we haven't figured out what the akumatized object is."

"She needs her Chat Noir not Snekboi," Plagg said dryly, then to make sure Aspik understood he was being made fun of, "That's spelled S-N-E-K-B-O-I."

"Yeah, I figured," then louder he replied to Carapace, "Um, I'm going to meet you at the riverfront on the other side, see if I can get a lay of the area."

Carapace nodded, Adrien was smart, Viperion did that a lot, watched the entire battle area, to see what needed to be done, "Okay!  Thanks I appreciate it so much!" Carapace said, then ran ahead.

Aspik ran diagonally away from him, then found a recessed area and detransformed.  "Sorry Sass but-"

"He's mine!" Plagg interrupted, "Stop trying to take MY chosen."

Sass looked unimpressed, "First, I don't choose to be GIVEN although Master Adrien is very nice I much prefer Master Luka, Second, until now, I had no idea you were Chat Noir… My condolences having to work with… Him," Sass said looking at Plagg.

Plagg's chin dropped in shock, that anyone would think that he was anything less than amazing. After all, he was!

Adrien rolled his eyes and reached into his pocket for some blue colored cheese and popped it in Plagg's, still open mouth, "Snack time." he said.

"Yuck, that completely messes wi-" he grumbled with his mouth full.

"Aqua Plagg, Transform Me," Adrien said, looking both ways then ran for the water, tucking the Snake Miraculous's bracelet into his pocket.  Now Sass was hiding in his hair, something that occasionally Plagg would do.

"You know you don't have to pick on him," Chat Noir chastised Sass.

"He needs it, don't worry about him," Sass replied.

"So nice of you to join me!" a frustrated Ladybug was suddenly in front of him in the water.

Chat gave her a gallic shrug, "I came as soon as I could, and worse yet, I have to leave early, I know I've never done that before."

Ladybug looked ready to blow her top.

"Milady, I've told you my parents really worry about me well, I don't think the excuse I gave them was very good," Chat lied trying to come up with a way to show up as Aspik for at least a few minutes of the battle.  He didn't want Ladybug to think HE was a loser after all.

By this time they had finally caught up with the akumatized woman, "Woah! She's huge, are you sure she's not a sentimonster?"  And she was naked, Carapace hadn't said that.

Ladybug nodded, "Yes, she's been talking to Hawk Moth."

Chat nodded and shot forward and began climbing the Melusine's braid.

"Chat!  No!" Ladybug yelled, "Stupid cat," she muttered, then climbed up after him.

"Excuse me!" Chat Noir said from the Melusine's shoulder.

The Melusine stopped and a wave pulled Ladybug from her hair throwing her backward.

"Cat!" the Melusine yelled under the water.

Chat looked a little less certain of his plan at this point, "That's me," he said hurrying away, "so who are you?" 

The akumatized woman gestured to herself as if it were obvious, "Melusine, didn't you learn anything in history?!"

Ladybug swam up, "What happened?"

Melusine snapped her gaze to Ladybug, "Give me your miraculous and I'll tell you all about it."

Chat looked at the woman and realized she wasn't wearing anything he vaguely remembered the story but her hair was braided, he raced down her braid and sliced through the band with his nails hoping that was the object and ran off not waiting to find out if he was right.

Ladybug smiled, how could she have missed the clear elastic? The black butterfly floated toward her in the water trying to get to the surface but she swam after it.  When she broke free a hand was waiting to pull her out and she looked up, it was Aspik.  She'd told Nino to give Sass to Luka!  She'd deal with this later she only had seconds left from using her Lucky Charm before Chat had joined her.

She jumped out and purified the akuma and ran to detransform only to find she'd ran out of snacks for Tikki.

"It's okay Marinette, I'm sure Aspik can take care of the woman," Tikki said.

Marinette leaned around the bridge's side to see and Tikki was right, Aspik was talking to her and calming her.  Her heart melted, Adrien was so awesome, she would just watch for a second she thought.

"Marinette?  What are you doing?  You don't want to be caught."

"Okay I'm going," she said and began walking as if she'd been taking a stroll along the river suddenly she heard quick footsteps catch up to her.

"Hey, are you okay, were you hurt?"

Marinette  turned, "Me? No, why, wh-who are you?" she feigned ignorance.

Aspik introduced himself, "I'm Aspik, I'm, ah, just helping, I'm supposed to give my miraculous back but," he shrugged, "everyone left."

"Oh," Marinette smiled shyly.

Aspik grinned, this was kind of fun, he didn't get to see Marinette as often as he used to since they were in completely different classes.  It would be nice if LB would let her be Multimouse but he knew it wasn’t worth his time to even bother asking.

Marinette looked over her shoulder in confusion, “Um? Did something… Happen?”

Aspik looked at her with narrowed eyes then leaned back to check if maybe she had been hurt, “You didn’t know there was an akumatized giant?” 

Marinette felt her face get warmer and tried to calm herself, “Uh-uh?” She looked around, she had to get out of here so she could feed Tikki then get his miraculous back from him.  Aspik  was looking at her thoughtfully and she worried she was being too obvious.

Adrien worried, maybe Marinette had hearing problems, maybe that's why Ladybug wasn't giving her another chance, he sighed and looked up at her in time for her to throw her hands up and clip him in the chin.

"Actually I heard- OH!, Omigod!  I'msosorry!  Aaaaspik!!!!!" she wailed as she tried to correct herself from saying his real name.

Aspik smiled, this was the Marinette he knew and lov-uh…  liked.  Right, liked.  "It's okay, it was an accident you barely brushed me, what were you saying?"

Marinette wished there was a hole nearby for her to crawl into, "I heard something but just figured it was someone with their television too loud."

Aspik nodded then pointed across the street, surprised they were so close to her home already.

"Well, this is me, thanks for taking me home," Marinette smiled and waved as she hurried away from him.

Aspik nodded and waved with a silly grin.

"You can stop waving, she's not even looking at you," Plagg said from behind his shoulder.

Aspik dropped his hand and his silly grin and coughed as if it could make the embarrassing moment go away, "I hope she's okay."

Plagg rolled his eyes and went back to his hiding spot between Aspik and his lyre, "She's fine."

"She thought the fight was someone listening to their television."

"She's fine, let's get home so your pretty lady can get your miraculous.  Or should I say Luka's miraculous."

Aspik was walking toward school for his bag but detransformed in a crevice first.  

When he reached his bedroom he was surprised to find Ladybug sitting on his sofa watching his television.  

"Adrien!" She jumped up.

"M-Ladybug!" he said simultaneously.

"I-I'm sorry, I was just waiting and, I hope you don't mind," Ladybug said pointing to his television.

Adrien shook his head, "Not at all," he reached into his bag, "I didn't mean to keep this, but everyone just left."

Ladybug shook her head, her face turning pink, "I didn't think that, Chat Noir and I had to rush out, sorry, I should have said something or sent someone!  I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable," she said biting her lower lip.

Adrien walked forward, the sofa between them holding the oval box to her.  "I'm not, I'm happy you felt comfortable here.  You should come over more often-er-I mean- ifyouwant," Adrien rushed to finish.

Ladybug gently plucked the box from his hand then took her yoyo and opened it depositing it inside to give her something to do as she recovered her sanity.  Was he inviting her over?  She nearly squealed in her mind. "Thank you, Adrien, I know how hard being Aspik is for you."

Adrien shook his head, "It, it was fine."

Ladybug put her hand on the back of the sofa and leaned forward and kissed his  cheek and whispered, "Thank you."

Adrien's eyes fluttered shut and when they opened she was gone.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23469514/chapters/57343678

@adrinetteapril

[adorkabletodd]

Better Without Me (Jason Todd x Reader)

Summary: Reader and Jason meet again after they broke up for 2 months and you saw Jason with his other ex Isabel

Tagged request: @carolinawindsay, @jason-todd-squad

Warnings: slight angst, curse words

Word count: 2816

There's gonna be Roy Harper x Platonic!Reader

—

(Y/N) didn’t know why she agreed to this. At first, it felt like she owed Roy for saving her life in the last mission they had together but now she’s starting to feel unsure the moment she saw him again.

Just ten hours ago (Y/N) thought that a sudden call from her old friend was a harmless thing. She knew Roy ever since he became Speedy, the famous sidekick to Green Arrow. Roy met a little orphan girl and decided to bring her with him and ever since then the young archer introduced (Y/N) to Black Canary, she took (Y/N) under her wing.

Being friends with Roy had its ups and downs, what she’s most certain of is that she knew meeting Jason Todd was the best thing that ever happened in her life. Even in a situation such as this.

“(Y/N), please. I need you to be my backup in case things turned out bad.” Roy pleaded for the fifth time.

The (H/C) haired girl rolled her eyes, “what am I even doing here Roy? You can’t just expect me to go blind on whatever it is we’re diving into.”

“All you need to know is that an unknown shady group of bad guys is plotting against the Titans. And before you say anything, yes, normally I wouldn’t care about anything involving Dick and his team.” Roy explained, “but they took something from me and I need to get it back.”

The look in Roy’s eyes became dark, (Y/N) saw no trace of the playful persona her friend used to have. In every mission, they’ve ever done she knew Roy would always brighten up every mood. But this, from his look alone she knew this was serious.

“Alright.” (Y/N) said, “where are we going?”

--

That night they meet up at a nearby bar and took an hour drive to the outskirts of Central City. (Y/N) didn’t know where they were or what the place is called, but she was dressed in a proper (F/C) knee-length dress and Roy in a black tux. The two of them walk past a line where they are faced with the security guard looking down on them.

Roy pulled out an invitation from his jacket, and the security guard gestured them to go inside. “Much obliged, my good man.” (Y/N) rolled her eyes, and the security guard did too.

The grand door opened for them and music blasted into the air and colorful lights flashed around the room. Roy gently leads (Y/N) to a more quieter bar and ordered drinks for the two of them.

“So what’s the plan here?” (Y/N) leaned over to the bar “Henry Loski. He’s the owner of this place and I wanna bet a guy like him wouldn’t shy away from a deal that involves with human trafficking.” Roy gestured to a V.I.P area were a group of men lounging around with cigars on one hand and a bunch of whores on the other. One, in particular, he’s referring to is an old man wearing a navy blue suit. 

“Alright, I’m going in. Get that guy to warm up to me, and you, my dearest (Y/N)” Roy held both of her hands in a gentleman like gesture “are gonna stay here and look beautiful, these guys will listen to anything if they know I’m dominant with the ladies.”

“Pigs.” (Y/N) muttered under her breath.

When Roy left to go to the V.I.P area (Y/N) sat on the stool just as a waiter came to bring in her martini. Taking a sip of the alcoholic beverage she examines the place surrounding her.

This place was mostly filled with rich teenagers getting wasted and living the fullest. Not exactly her kind of place to go to forget all of her problems but it's still a decent place to go when staying away from people you know.

(Y/N) wanted this night to be over as quickly as possible, but fate doesn't seem to agree tonight. Across the room, she spotted a familiar dark-haired man talking to a woman. She knew him, she could never forget those beautiful blue eyes and the way his face turned soft with just a smirk.

She never would have thought that she'd see Jason Todd again after that night they parted ways.

The more (Y/N) stared at him the more she starts to remember the way her heart aches on that fated day. Two months with no contact from one another and yet she still yearns for him. She can still feel the power he has against her by just a few feet away. It still isn't clear to her on the reason why Jason wanted to break up. Something about protecting her well being or that someone dangerous is after him and the people he cares about.

A load of bullshit, she thought. Jason knows that (Y/N) is strong enough to fight any lunatic criminal this world has to offer. She knew he was stubborn enough to not tell her the reason anyway. No matter how much she tried, Jason wouldn't budge so the only thing she knew how to do was to give Jason what he wanted.

She loved Jason. Still, do. Both of them knew what it felt like to survive all alone when they don't have anyone to turn to they lean on each other. From there, everything fell naturally into place. They're both broken but maybe that's one of the reasons why (Y/N) loved him so much.

(Y/N)'s train of thoughts suddenly stopped when Roy came back "sorry it took me so long, got all the info I need. Now let's head over to the warehouse it shouldn't be too far from— (Y/N)? You okay?"

Her (E/C) orbs narrowed while gently tugging on to Roy's sleeves as if trying to grab for support. "Did you know he was going to be here?" She mumbled.

"Who?"

(Y/N) quickly darted her eyes to where Jason was before retreating back down. Thankfully Roy caught on to who she was gesturing to and his expression mirrored her the moment he saw his best friend.

"(Y/N), I swear to you I didn't know he was going to be here." When the girl didn't reply Roy grab hold of her trembling hand and place his other hand against her back, ushering her to another location. "Come on, let's go someplace quiet."

She followed along to where Roy was about to lead her, she didn't know how she had the courage to look back but when she did, she felt a burning ache in her heart when she set her eyes on Jason, kissing that other woman.

An overwhelming rush of emotions washed over her mind and her legs felt like it would go out any second so her grip became tighter around the archer as if her life depended on it. Roy caught a glimpse of the lip-locking scene over his shoulder, but he couldn't think about that now. He needed to take (Y/N) somewhere private without unwanted eyes.

When the two made it out to an outdoor patio Roy lead the girl to the railing for her to lean on, he purposely stood behind her blocking the door so that (Y/N) wouldn't be able to see the painful truth.

"So he moved on, huh?" She muttered to herself. A pitiful laugh escaped (Y/N)'s lips.

She loved him. She really did and seeing him tonight having fun with someone else made her wonder where she has done wrong. "Why am I like this, Roy?" She said. The redhead stayed silent trying to sync in her sorrowful state.

"I still don't know why he thought leaving me was for the best, maybe if he'd just fucking explain the whole situation we could have work things out together!" With each word (Y/N) spit out her voice grew louder. And once she stopped she realized that she needed to keep her emotions in check, she didn't realize that whenever she did that her arms wrapped itself around her body. "And that woman." She let out barely a whisper.

"Just the thought of him moving on so easily— it hurts." At this point (Y/N) was fighting against her will to push down her tears. She didn't want to look weak, not in front of Roy, not in a place like this.

"I'm surprised to see him with her, too" Roy muttered.

"Blonde... Blue eyed... She must be Isabel then" (Y/N) thought out loud.

"You knew her?" Roy asked, slightly taken back. (Y/N) shook her head. "He only mentioned her once, and he never talked about her either. You'd think Jason would have a long track record of romance with people other than me and her?"

Roy shrugged, but also nod in agreement “yeah good point”.

It didn’t occur to (Y/N) how cold the night was until she felt the soft wind blew across her cheek and naked shoulders. Roy noticed the slight shiver his friend made and took off his jacket. Proceeding to wrap it around (Y/N). 

(Y/N) wasn’t about to protest, she’s grateful to have Roy with her. “I gotta be honest, (Y/N),” Roy said. “Jaybird is a lot of things, but being a blind idiot isn’t one of them.” The archer leaned his back against the railing and cross his arms. “I couldn’t tell you the reason why he chose to do the things he did. But what I could tell you is that I’ve known Jason my entire life and he has never and I mean ever love anyone as much as he loves you.”

For the first time tonight, the (H/C) haired girl smiled. Genuinely at Roy, she couldn’t ask for a better friend to comfort her. Though the smile slowly faded as she starts to realize she's supposed to be helping Roy with his mission. She felt a small amount of guilt for taking his time and being heartbroken all over again.

“That’s sweet of you to say, Roy. And I'm sorry for thinking like this, you're mission is more important and I should be the one to help you." 

 "Nah, don't worry about it. Jaybird would kill me if he knew I'd disregard your feelings like this." (Y/N) chuckled lightly "I don't mean to be ungrateful for your comfort speech Roy, but it's still hard for me to believe he would still feel that way about me.” 

 “Would you believe it if I admit how I feel about you, Doll?” 

 The two young adults jump at the sudden voice and they turn to the new presence behind them. (Y/N) felt her blood run cold as Jason stared at her in the eyes. 

"Still helping out the Titans?" Jason asked. 

 "They couldn't help it" Roy lightly jokes. "What about you? Still searching?" 

Jason opened his mouth but halted his words. He glances over (Y/N) and spoke softly "I'm getting there." 

 (Y/N) felt her palms began to sweat as she fiddles with the sleeves of Roy's jacket. "Roy, would you mind accompanying my friend for a while? I think she wants to see you." The red archer flashed a confused look for a moment until he saw the way his friend stares longingly at the woman before him. 

 "Oh, right. I was about to do that." Roy pointed to Isabel with finger guns before awkwardly walk back inside. He wasn't sure if leaving (Y/N) alone with Jason was a good idea, but he does know that this is the closure she needed. 

Once Roy was out of sight Jason cautiously took a step forward, (Y/N) pressed her back closer to the railing and pulled the jacket covering her body further. 

"You look… Good, (Y/N)." 

 She didn't answer him, only glance down to his shoes. He knows that seeing him again only cause more pain in her heart, though Jason knew for a fact that she was still able to captivate him with her beauty. 

 "Listen, I know this is the last thing you wanted to hear but— I'm sorry, (Y/N). I truly am."

"No." (Y/N) said, "you don't get to tell me you're sorry until you tell me why you left that night." 

 "(Y/N)… Please, we already talked about this—" 

"I talked. You walked away. Why are you even out here Jason? You're wasting both of our time if all you do is lie straight to my face again." (Y/N) didn't mean to sound so harsh, but maybe seeing the sorrow shown in Jason's eyes is what she needed in order to leave all this behind. 

 Now he was at lost for words. "I always thought that I knew you better than anyone else" (Y/N) said. "I tried to understand Jay, to figure out a way to help you but all you did was pushed me away saying it's for my own good. You don't get to make that decision for me! You took away my choice to stand by you like we promised!" 

(Y/N) blinked letting her tears roll down her cheeks. Her vision starts to blur at the sight of the man she loved. 

It took everything in Jason to restrain himself. He mentally fought the urge to wipe away those tears. To pull her in his arms and to erase all the mistakes he has made. To shower her with kisses and endless whispers of ‘I love you’s. Oh, god. He wanted her to know how badly he needed her. She was— is still the love of his life, his light, and yet, he's too much of a coward to say it. 

"You're right," Jason said. "I wasn't fair to you, I acted on my own and I should've let you in. I didn't tell you why I had to go because I was terrified. Fuck- if anything were to happen to you I don’t know what I’d do.”

“Is that what you also say to Isabel tonight?” (Y/N) spoke bitterly. Jason’s eyes slightly widen taken back by your words “I tried to let you go, but all I could think about is you. Isabel only tried to help me but seeing you here tonight just— God, you make me fall over my knees, you know that?”

A sudden cold touch sent a violent shiver down (Y/N)’s spine as Jason’s hand cup her cheeks. Wiping away the wet trails of tears with his thumb. She didn’t realize how close their bodies are pressed against each other.

“You always know how to light up my day in the darkest hours. Every time I come home you greet me with your beautiful smile, it makes every battle worth it knowing I’ll be rewarded with the love in your eyes.” Jason hovered his lips above (Y/N)’s, ghosting with his warm breath. “I always thought that... I don’t deserve your love...” Jason slowly closed his eyes and leaned forward. He wanted so badly to feel her soft lips again, but he was stopped when her index finger met his lips and lightly pushed him back.

When he opened his eyes, he wasn’t prepared to face (Y/N)’s answer.

“You’re right. You don’t deserve my love.”

Jason pulled back lightly. His heart pounds wildly in his chest after hearing her words. “I gave you my everything Jason. You ask me to go and I left without a fight because I trust that you’ll one day tell me why you chose to go through this alone when you’ve had me to support you no matter what. You don’t trust me enough to share me your burdens and I can’t be pushed to the sidelines expecting to welcome you back when all you did was kept me in the dark.”

The world became silent and with every second Jason could feel his heart being pierced through with a knife. Jason felt his throat began to dry as he tries to swallow the lump in his throat, he felt like he couldn’t breathe.

“If being together only forced you to push me away... Then I guess it’s better for both of us if we stay out of each other’s lives for good.”

With a heavy heart, (Y/N) removed Jason’s hands from her cheeks. Gripping onto him tightly for one last time, as a sign of reassurance. She looked into Jason’s eyes only to find nothing but a hollow mirror that reflects her own.

She signed deeply before walking back inside, stopping near the door, she turned back to him only to see that Jason didn’t move a muscle.

“I love you, Jason, but if you keep doing this to me then you are better off without me.”

The sound of (Y/N)’s clicking heels slowly faded, and when Jason couldn’t hear her steps anymore he felt a heavyweight in his body. Realization crashed down to him like a boulder, suffocating him from the thought. 

He waited too long, and now he paid the price by losing his love for good.

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writing angst is so hard and that story was bad. I’m not making part two though and I never said this was going to be a happy ending.

hope you enjoyed it though!

[hannah-mic]

Partners in Crime: Chapter 1

Hello there! Here is the first chapter of a hades x reader fic I am working on. I posted it on @ouatimaginesnetwork, where I am also an author, but I wanted to post it here as well. Please let me know what you think! I have 10 chapters so far. 

Prompt: you’re a college student definitely in need of break. On holiday in Greece, you find yourself in a world of things you barely know.

You look out your plane window at the rolling deep blue water before you. It’s breathtaking, gorgeous in fact. You can’t wait to get in the water. Greece is such a beautiful place. Before you know it the plane lands and you have your things sent to your cousins house. Being Greek yourself, you already know where you’re going as you head down the docks, cross over them, and find your familiar secluded inlet. Dipping your toes in the water you feel a rush of pleasure flow through your body. You hadn’t been to Greece since you were a little girl, for your grandfather’s funeral. At a very young age your parents moved to America where you now attend college in the great state of Ohio. Since your freshman year, your mother died and you have few friends. Wading further into the water you sigh a deep breath of contentment. Deciding to go for a real swim, you backtrack to the shore and shimmy off your shorts and t shirt, leaving your phone in the pile with them. Diving head first into the water, the sea comes alive around you. You love swimming and venture out further into the deep. The next events transpire so quickly you don’t even have time to get out of the way. An unmarked boat speeds above and runs right over you, just as you are about to surface. As a result, you’re knocked unconscious, your body floating lifeless in the water, blood pouring from a gash on your head. 

Later your eyes flutter open, as you cough up seawater. Glancing around, you find yourself in a cave of sorts. Slowly sitting up, you feel someone watching you. Turning around, you find a hooded figure, pale as ash, waiting in a row boat, calmly staring down at you. “Where am I?” You ask the figure. “A state of sorts,” they reply with a smirk. Upon your look of confusion he decides to elaborate, “You lie between life and death, life ebbs out of you as we speak.” You look around panicked. “Where am I actually? Is this a dream?” “Of sorts,” he smirks again, “Your actual body lies in a hospital in Athens. They do everything they can to keep your breathing going. Only time will tell, is what they want you to believe, but really, it’s someone who will decide your fate. Now come along,” he gestures to the boat. In your head you know it is a dream so you see no harm in stepping into the man’s boat. He rows slowly, down a river that winds through this dark, dank place that reminds you of the underground. It’s on this journey that you finally take into account your body. For whatever reason, you are robed in deep red silk gown with sleeves cut open at the shoulders that flows all the way down to your toes. Reaching up to your head you gasp as you feel no gash where there should be. The man rowing simply snickers.

After another 10 minutes of rowing the boat suddenly stops. The man gestures to the shore and you carefully step out. “Walk down the corridor and take a left at the end. His majesty is waiting for you.” You step lightly and quickly on the balls of your feet, searching for any source of light. Turning left, you see a door, just as the man said. You carefully push it open. At the end of an open chamber sits the most beautiful man you have ever seen in your entire life. With hair so black it’s almost blue, it glows in comparison to his deep blue eyes that pierce into your very soul. With skin so pale, he almost appears as if a ghost, you study him in awe. He talks with a tiny man, who has wings, they appear to be arguing. He slowly looks up, and his eyes bulge as he glances over you. Quickly regaining his composure he tells the winged man, “get this done,” and ushers him away. He motions you forward. You walk across the floor toward him as if you were floating. Upon closer inspection you see he is wearing a crisp blue toga. A toga. And suddenly you understand who he is. “Hades,” you mumble, lowering your head slightly. Most people would address him as lord, but it doesn’t seem to bother him. “(Y/n). I must say it is a surprise to see someone so young in my presence.” You barely nod as you continue to stare into his deep deep blue eyes. He offers you a place next to him, and you sit down. He begins to tell you the predicament of your situation. “You see y/n, you’ve lost too much blood for any normal person to live. You have no family, no friends. It’d be very easy for you to slip away of the mortal world without notice.” You nod solemnly. He continues to rattle on about your situation but instead of paying attention your eyes wander to your surroundings. Everything here was so dead. Of course it is the underworld. Above you a dead branch hangs from a dead tree. It makes you sad to see something so lifeless. You can almost imagine the flowers growing off of it and the branch springing back to life. And much to your surprise, that’s just what the branch does. The flower reaches towards you and you pick it up in your hand. Bright yellow, almost like the sun itself created it, the flower stares back at you. That’s when you noticed that hades stopped speaking. He looks at you, jaw dropped. “Nothing...... nothing grows here,” he whispers. You pull your hand back from the flower, and just as quickly as it came, it shrivels up and dies. “It’s dead now,” you state plainly. Hades nods and recomposes himself. Weighing the options, he decides it’s time for you to go. “Y/n, you may go.” Before you even know what your saying you reply, “Maybe you’re right. If I left, it’s not as if anyone would miss me. Besides life here seems interesting enough,” boldly you add, “Would I be able to see you? If I stayed?” He eyes you curiously. “You know most people would rather avoid the lord of death.” “But your also the lord of wealth,” you point out. He cracks a grin and says, “Someone knows their mythology.” You blush as he continues, “You know I could sense you’re Greek. Your long thick brown hair is telling, and your olive skin just gives it away. The only thing that would give someone pause is your stunningly deep e/c eyes.” You blush even more from his praise. Summoning two glasses of wine, he hands you one and says, “Tell me more about yourself.” You frown staring at the glass. “Will this keep me here. Like Persephone?” You ask. His gaze immediately darkens as he says,  “There is no Persephone. That part of the myth is something you mortals made up. Demeter had a daughter named Persephone. But she was destined for mortality and died eons ago. I never met her.” It’s hard to hide the shock on your face, but more importantly, you feel guilty for ever asking if he would keep you here against your will, when you asked to stay. “I’m sorry,” you whisper. He shrugs your apology off. “You were going to tell me about yourself,” he adds. You nod and begin. “My mother was born here, and my father born in Italy. When they met and fell in love, worlds collided. Their families hated each other. So I was born in Greece but my parents didn’t want me to grow up around those so hostile towards each other. So we moved to America. To a small town in Ohio, called Athens actually. My mother taught Greek mythology at Ohio university. My father died shortly after we arrived. Like my mother I decided to attend school where she taught, but in the middle of my freshman year, she passed away suddenly. No one knows why. So I will continue my studies there in the fall. I came to Greece this summer to try and relax but we see where that got me,” you stupidly grin. Hades watches you with interest. “I’m sorry about your parents,” he says softly. You nod your thanks. He studies you carefully. Before he can think or realize what he is saying he blurts out, “You are the most beautiful mortal I have ever seen.” Then he lowers his head as he mentally curses himself for embarrassing you. You lower your gaze as you shake your head no. He blushes even more, sitting in silence. It gives you a chance to watch him. His eyes twinkle and you try to soak up all the beauty before you. Admiring him, you look up as the flower above you blooms again. Instead of frowning, Hades too looks up at the flower. Extending his arm towards it, his eyes leak through a look of wonderment. “Nothing is supposed to grow here,” he says again. “How....” he ponders. Thinking about more flowers, three more appear. Each brighter than the last, you feel positive the sun has something to do with these flowers. Hades reaches for one, and plucks it gently. He brushes aside your hair and sticks it behind your ear. It blooms even more at the gesture.

“I wonder how I got so lucky as to get noticed by one of the most powerful gods ever,” you mumble. Suddenly, the little winged man appears again. “Sir, I really must advise that you come with me. There are other souls to be decided,” the man urges. Suddenly guilt fills you, you’ve kept one of the most important people in the universe from doing their job. Hades shakes from his daze of staring at you. “Of course.” He gulps before saying, “Y/n, you may go. Follow the hallway back to Charon and he will take you back across the river Acheron to the land of the living.” He pauses, looking at you solemnly. “It certainly was a pleasure meeting you my dear.” You can’t hide your displeasure as you depart this handsome god. You feel his gaze lingering from behind you as you leave.  

You go back across the river all to quickly. Walking around where you first woke up, a bright white light begins to descend upon you and you flash back to reality.

[ouatimaginesnetwork]

Partners in Crime: Chapter 1

Hey guys it’s Hannah! Here is the first chapter to my hades x reader story. So far I have ten chapters. I love it, and I hope you guys do too. As I explained in my earlier post, this Hades is not based on the Hades from ONCE, however I still feel it is a story you would all love. Please enjoy! 

Prompt: you’re a college student definitely in need of break. On holiday in Greece, you find yourself in a world of things you barely know.

You look out your plane window at the rolling deep blue water before you. It’s breathtaking, gorgeous in fact. You can’t wait to get in the water. Greece is such a beautiful place. Before you know it the plane lands and you have your things sent to your cousins house. Being Greek yourself, you already know where you’re going as you head down the docks, cross over them, and find your familiar secluded inlet. Dipping your toes in the water you feel a rush of pleasure flow through your body. You hadn’t been to Greece since you were a little girl, for your grandfather’s funeral. At a very young age your parents moved to America where you now attend college in the great state of Ohio. Since your freshman year, your mother died and you have few friends. Wading further into the water you sigh a deep breath of contentment. Deciding to go for a real swim, you backtrack to the shore and shimmy off your shorts and t shirt, leaving your phone in the pile with them. Diving head first into the water, the sea comes alive around you. You love swimming and venture out further into the deep. The next events transpire so quickly you don’t even have time to get out of the way. An unmarked boat speeds above and runs right over you, just as you are about to surface. As a result, you’re knocked unconscious, your body floating lifeless in the water, blood pouring from a gash on your head. 

Later your eyes flutter open, as you cough up seawater. Glancing around, you find yourself in a cave of sorts. Slowly sitting up, you feel someone watching you. Turning around, you find a hooded figure, pale as ash, waiting in a row boat, calmly staring down at you. “Where am I?” You ask the figure. “A state of sorts,” they reply with a smirk. Upon your look of confusion he decides to elaborate, “You lie between life and death, life ebbs out of you as we speak.” You look around panicked. “Where am I actually? Is this a dream?” “Of sorts,” he smirks again, “Your actual body lies in a hospital in Athens. They do everything they can to keep your breathing going. Only time will tell, is what they want you to believe, but really, it’s someone who will decide your fate. Now come along,” he gestures to the boat. In your head you know it is a dream so you see no harm in stepping into the man’s boat. He rows slowly, down a river that winds through this dark, dank place that reminds you of the underground. It’s on this journey that you finally take into account your body. For whatever reason, you are robed in deep red silk gown with sleeves cut open at the shoulders that flows all the way down to your toes. Reaching up to your head you gasp as you feel no gash where there should be. The man rowing simply snickers.

After another 10 minutes of rowing the boat suddenly stops. The man gestures to the shore and you carefully step out. “Walk down the corridor and take a left at the end. His majesty is waiting for you.” You step lightly and quickly on the balls of your feet, searching for any source of light. Turning left, you see a door, just as the man said. You carefully push it open. At the end of an open chamber sits the most beautiful man you have ever seen in your entire life. With hair so black it’s almost blue, it glows in comparison to his deep blue eyes that pierce into your very soul. With skin so pale, he almost appears as if a ghost, you study him in awe. He talks with a tiny man, who has wings, they appear to be arguing. He slowly looks up, and his eyes bulge as he glances over you. Quickly regaining his composure he tells the winged man, “get this done,” and ushers him away. He motions you forward. You walk across the floor toward him as if you were floating. Upon closer inspection you see he is wearing a crisp blue toga. A toga. And suddenly you understand who he is. “Hades,” you mumble, lowering your head slightly. Most people would address him as lord, but it doesn’t seem to bother him. “(Y/n). I must say it is a surprise to see someone so young in my presence.” You barely nod as you continue to stare into his deep deep blue eyes. He offers you a place next to him, and you sit down. He begins to tell you the predicament of your situation. “You see y/n, you’ve lost too much blood for any normal person to live. You have no family, no friends. It’d be very easy for you to slip away of the mortal world without notice.” You nod solemnly. He continues to rattle on about your situation but instead of paying attention your eyes wander to your surroundings. Everything here was so dead. Of course it is the underworld. Above you a dead branch hangs from a dead tree. It makes you sad to see something so lifeless. You can almost imagine the flowers growing off of it and the branch springing back to life. And much to your surprise, that’s just what the branch does. The flower reaches towards you and you pick it up in your hand. Bright yellow, almost like the sun itself created it, the flower stares back at you. That’s when you noticed that hades stopped speaking. He looks at you, jaw dropped. “Nothing...... nothing grows here,” he whispers. You pull your hand back from the flower, and just as quickly as it came, it shrivels up and dies. “It’s dead now,” you state plainly. Hades nods and recomposes himself. Weighing the options, he decides it’s time for you to go. “Y/n, you may go.” Before you even know what your saying you reply, “Maybe you’re right. If I left, it’s not as if anyone would miss me. Besides life here seems interesting enough,” boldly you add, “Would I be able to see you? If I stayed?” He eyes you curiously. “You know most people would rather avoid the lord of death.” “But your also the lord of wealth,” you point out. He cracks a grin and says, “Someone knows their mythology.” You blush as he continues, “You know I could sense you’re Greek. Your long thick brown hair is telling, and your olive skin just gives it away. The only thing that would give someone pause is your stunningly deep e/c eyes.” You blush even more from his praise. Summoning two glasses of wine, he hands you one and says, “Tell me more about yourself.” You frown staring at the glass. “Will this keep me here. Like Persephone?” You ask. His gaze immediately darkens as he says,  “There is no Persephone. That part of the myth is something you mortals made up. Demeter had a daughter named Persephone. But she was destined for mortality and died eons ago. I never met her.” It’s hard to hide the shock on your face, but more importantly, you feel guilty for ever asking if he would keep you here against your will, when you asked to stay. “I’m sorry,” you whisper. He shrugs your apology off. “You were going to tell me about yourself,” he adds. You nod and begin. “My mother was born here, and my father born in Italy. When they met and fell in love, worlds collided. Their families hated each other. So I was born in Greece but my parents didn’t want me to grow up around those so hostile towards each other. So we moved to America. To a small town in Ohio, called Athens actually. My mother taught Greek mythology at Ohio university. My father died shortly after we arrived. Like my mother I decided to attend school where she taught, but in the middle of my freshman year, she passed away suddenly. No one knows why. So I will continue my studies there in the fall. I came to Greece this summer to try and relax but we see where that got me,” you stupidly grin. Hades watches you with interest. “I’m sorry about your parents,” he says softly. You nod your thanks. He studies you carefully. Before he can think or realize what he is saying he blurts out, “You are the most beautiful mortal I have ever seen.” Then he lowers his head as he mentally curses himself for embarrassing you. You lower your gaze as you shake your head no. He blushes even more, sitting in silence. It gives you a chance to watch him. His eyes twinkle and you try to soak up all the beauty before you. Admiring him, you look up as the flower above you blooms again. Instead of frowning, Hades too looks up at the flower. Extending his arm towards it, his eyes leak through a look of wonderment. “Nothing is supposed to grow here,” he says again. “How....” he ponders. Thinking about more flowers, three more appear. Each brighter than the last, you feel positive the sun has something to do with these flowers. Hades reaches for one, and plucks it gently. He brushes aside your hair and sticks it behind your ear. It blooms even more at the gesture.

“I wonder how I got so lucky as to get noticed by one of the most powerful gods ever,” you mumble. Suddenly, the little winged man appears again. “Sir, I really must advise that you come with me. There are other souls to be decided,” the man urges. Suddenly guilt fills you, you’ve kept one of the most important people in the universe from doing their job. Hades shakes from his daze of staring at you. “Of course.” He gulps before saying, “Y/n, you may go. Follow the hallway back to Charon and he will take you back across the river Acheron to the land of the living.” He pauses, looking at you solemnly. “It certainly was a pleasure meeting you my dear.” You can’t hide your displeasure as you depart this handsome god. You feel his gaze lingering from behind you as you leave.  

You go back across the river all to quickly. Walking around where you first woke up, a bright white light begins to descend upon you and you flash back to reality.

[screw-real-life-i-pick-fandoms]

My Beautiful Night-Wing (Loki x Reader)

Chapter Eighteen: Found

Words: 2,500

Part 19/?

AN: I am so sorry that I haven't been posting! This chapter is a bit longer than the others, so I hope that helps make up for it.

Life has been super crazy and a lot is going on, but I should be getting back into writing more soon.

Also, I saw Endgame!!! I saw it a few times actually and you know I am going to be making some fics for that! I love you all so much! Thank you for sticking with me this whole time! 

(Loki's POV)

It had been almost a year since Y/N disappeared, and not even Heimdall could find her. I still had hope that she would return to me, even though almost everyone around me told me that I should move on, but I just couldn't.

"Come on Loki," Thor said putting his hand on my shoulder. "I know this has been hard on you, but it's been a long time. You need to start trying to live your life."

"Thor," I began softly. "Y/N was my life. How am I supposed to live my life, when the one who holds my heart and is my life is gone?"

"Oh Loki," I heard a familiar voice say from behind me. "I know your heart aces, but your brother does have a point. You must try to let yourself heel. I am not saying forget her, I am saying heel, Loki."

"I am trying mother," I said softly. "I am trying."

*Time Skip one Week*

(Frigga's POV)

"We will miss you mother," Thor said with a smile. "Be safe."

"Thank you," I said as I gave my son a hug. "I will return to you all in ten days’ time."

I let go of Thor and went to Loki who was standing a few feet away and had his head down.

"Goodbye son," I said and kissed his forehead lightly. "Would you like me to bring you any plants for potions while I am up in the mountains?"

"Thank you," Loki said with a soft smile. "But I am fine. Enjoy it out there, it should be beautiful."

"Alright Loki," I said as I took a few steps back. "You two stay out of trouble while I am gone."

"We will," Thor said with a laugh and put his arm around Loki's shoulder. "Well, I will anyway. I don't know about this one."

I told them both goodbye and then made my way out of the palace. I loved to take a few days to go off into the mountain forests of Asgard to just wander and see what there is to be seen. 

*Time Skip*

(Frigga's POV)

It was my fifth day in the mountains and I was in an area that I had never been to before. It looked like I was approaching the top of the mountain and also it looked like there was a clearing with some rocks up ahead. As I approached, I could see some things that were a bit strange.

There was an alcove in one of the rock formations in the clearing, and a few feet away there was a fire ring with sticks above it like someone would use for cooking. Leaned against the rocks at the mouth of the alcove were a few wooden spears and even a bow with some arrows.

Someone was here, or more accurately, someone lived here, but who? You couldn't even see the smallest glint of the city of Asgard, and there were no other people who lived here but the ones who lived in the palace or city below.

I was quickly dragged from my thoughts when I hear the snap of branches behind me. I turned around but saw nothing but dark shadows in the woods from where I had come from. Then I heard it again and thought I saw a bit of movement, but it was more like as if the shadows themselves were moving.

I thought it best to get away from this place, so I quickly made my way back into the woods but kept my hand on the hilt of my sword in case I needed it. As I quickened my pace, I could hear the branches braking behind me. I knew that if whatever it was following me wouldn't stop anytime soon so my best chance would be to stop and face it.

I turned around and drew my sword, ready to face whatever was coming. I still didn't see it, but the sound was getting closer and closer. Then I could see movement up in the trees above, and it was approaching fast. It looked large and was dark, but I still couldn't make out what it was. Then when it spared its huge wings, I knew what I was dealing with. This was a dragon.

When it was no more than twenty feet away from me in jumped down from the trees onto the forest floor. I was shocked, there were no more dragons in Asgard. I remembered Y/N's love of dragons, we would often talk about the amazing beings, and I knew that this particular dragon was supposed to be on Midgard. It's dark slim body with huge wings tucked in at its sides would have been beautiful, if I was not in the woods days away from Asgard's city.

The Night Fury let out a loud roar and slowly took a few steps closer to me. It began to circle me, it's long body walking in a wide radius around me. I didn't know what to do, I didn't want to hurt it, but I also didn't want it killing me. After a few more moments I heard more rustling in the trees above, but this time it was softer.

Then a figure leaped down from the trees and landed next to the dragon. I could see green and blue magic coming from their hands. They had on a dark hooded cloak that hid their face, and then I could see a huge pair of black feathered wings unfold from behind the hooded figure, but I could see part of their right wing was bent at an unnatural angle. After a few moments of shock, I realized who I was facing.

"Y/N?" I asked taking a step closer to her, but the dragon did not like that because it jumped in front of her and growled at me. 

Then she stepped out from around the dragon, rubbing her hand on its nose as she did, that seemed to relax the dragon. She walked with such grace, her huge wings trailing behind her, her right wing dragging at an angel, clearly, it had been broken and sadly I knew how. When she was about six feet away, she stopped and removed her hood. Her Y/H/C hair was cut short and choppy coming to just under her ears, but her Y/C/E eyes were the same.

"Y/N," I said in disbelief. "Is it really is you?"

She didn't say anything for a few moments, but then she rushed towards me and raped her arms around me in a hug that I gladly returned. When was the last time she had even seen someone, let alone felt embraced in a hug? She began to silently cry into my shoulder and I rubbed her back in a soothing matter.

"Frigga," I heard her say softly after a while. "I missed you, I.. I missed everyone so much."

"As have we," I said and she leaned back and stood on her own. "We missed you every day you were gone."

Before I could continue, the dragon walked up to us and rubbed up against Y/N and she looked down at it with a smile.

"This is Star Blaze," She said referring to the Night Fury at her side. "I found him, well, actually he found me. He had been injured and couldn't fly, but I used my magic to heal him. I guess he took a liking to me because he keeps coming back to me every day. He even lets me ride him, I guess he was grateful to me and knew I couldn't fly anymore myself because of an injury."

She looked behind her at her broken wing and a look of sadness crossed her face. I could not imagine the physical and emotional pain she must have been in all this time. I knew her kind could not use their own magic to heal themselves, so she had been like this since the night she left. Also, the pain of having her beloved doing this to her, and thinking it was actually him who wanted to hurt her.

"He is beautiful," I said looking at the dragon in front of me. "I am glad that you haven't been alone this whole time."

"I guess it's a good thing we found each other," Y/N with a small smile. "Come back to the clearing with me, we can talk more and it's getting dark anyway."

We began walking back to the clearing, Star Blaze seemed to warm up to me, I guess seeing Y/N comfortable around me meant he could let his own guard down.

We arrived at the clearing and Y/N and I continued to catch up and she looked happy, but I looked her in the eyes and could see that she was not and knew I had to tell her.

"You know, Loki misses you terribly," It hurt me to see the way she flinched when I said his name. "He wonders what happened to you, why you left. Every day he has hope that you will return to him.""No, he doesn’t," She said with a grim expression on her face as she sat down on the edge of the cliff, her wings spared out on the ground behind her, and Star Blaze moving in next to her as if he could sense her sorrow. "He hates me now; he doesn’t ever want to see me again. He doesn’t love me anymore, how could he? Now that he knows that I am the monster of stories."

"No, my child," I said softly and sat down next to her. "He loves you more than anything. I saw how happy he was with you and I now have to see how sad he is with you gone. He would give or do anything to get you back. I have never seen my son feel so strongly about something as his love for you."

"Then why?" She asked and when she looked at me, she had tears in her eyes. "Why did he push me away? Why did he do this to me?" She looked back at her broken wing. "When I showed him what I really was, why did he say that he didn't love and I was a monster?"

"That wasn't him," I said to her and she looked at me like she didn't believe me. "I mean it was him, but it wasn't Loki, it wasn't your Loki."

I explained to her about the spell that Lilly had put on Loki and everything that I had seen through Loki's eyes, and that once I had found out what had happened, I had her banished upon pain f death. I also told her that he would not be able to remember what happened unless she let him see what happened the same way I had seen. She looked like she was trying to prosses everything I was saying. Star Blaze could sense her distress and put his head in her lad and she ran her hand on it softly.

After I had finished telling her everything she didn't say anything, she just looked out at the sky that was now dark and filled with stars.

(Y/N's POV)

I was still taking in what Frigga had told me. That Loki hadn't been himself that night, that he was under Lilly's control, god, and I thought I hated her before. That Loki didn't remember a single thing and thought that I left him without a trace. If what Frigga was telling me was true, he must have been so hurt all this time. I still didn't quite know what to do, or what to say.

"I know this is a lot," Frigga said after I hadn't said anything for a while. "I can't image what is going through your head right now, but I speak for all of us when I say we miss you more then you could ever know."

"I just....I don't know," I said trying to think of what to say. "I was just so hurt, and now I know that it wasn't even Loki who said all those things, but I am still worried."

"That is fine my dear," Frigga said softly taking one of my hands in hers. She had always been so kind to me and was like my second mother. "No one is asking you to just forget everything that has happened to you. Just know that Loki loves you more than anything in the universe and misses you with his whole heart and soul."

"I have missed him too," I said almost to myself. "You know, it's funny. Even after everything that happened and before you came here and told me all this, back when I thought it was Loki who said and did all those things, I still loved him. I don't think I could ever stop loving him, no matter what happens."

"Does that mean you will come back?" Frigga asked with a smile.

I could tell the words of love I spoke about her son made her happy and gave her hope.

"I...I don't," Did that mean I would go back? I never thought about going back to Asgard, but that was before I found out the truth. "I... I think that in light of everything that has happened, and if what you are telling me is true. I think it would be foolish of me to not go back and waist this chance at trying again."

"I am so happy to hear that," Frigga said and he smile grew even larger. "We can get that wing patched up; I have some things back home that can help so that you don’t need to have all those of healers seeing your wings. And I can't even imagine how happy Loki will be when he sees you again."

"I just don't know what to do," I said now fully letting it sink in that I was going to see Loki again and that he did still love me. "It's like we have been given a second chance”

Blaze could feel my excitement and rubbed against me lovingly, then I remembered something important.

"What about blaze?" I asked looking up at my friend. "What will happen to him when I go back?"

"If he wishes," Frigga started. "He can come with you; we can make a place for him in the palace."

"What will everyone think?" I asked knowing that most people didn't take kindly to dragons.

"They will love him," Frigga said extending her hand and Blaze looked at it for a moment before placing his nose on it. "And if they don't, they will just have to deal with it."

"I am going back," I said softly to myself with a smile on my face. "I am going back, back where I belong, back to my Loki"

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Muggle Love (Chapter 7)

A/N: Sorry for the late update..

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Chapter 7

The owl was not a friendly one, just like his master. You tried petting him but he'd just back away. You had a bit of hard time trying to untie the roll of parchment and finally succeeded in doing so. The owl was reluctant to let you pet him, so you did not. He fluttered his wings and to your surprise, rested on your couch. You found it adorable and you made an 'aww' sound as he did so.

You were still confused by the mean of this letter delivery. You unrolled the letter and began reading it,

'Dear (Y/N),

I received your letter and I must admit your invitation startled me but in a good way. I would be glad to have dinner with you. Thank you for the invitation. As for the day, I suppose Saturday evening would be fine.

Severus Snape.'

It was a short reply but at least it was there. It was the first time you read his handwriting and it wasn't some untidy scrawl, it was written neatly. He seemed keen about his handwriting just like he was for all his books (and potions).

'Would he really be glad to have dinner with me?' you thought because somewhere in your mind you doubted that he was just being a gentleman by not rejecting your offer. Why did it even matter? He was gonna come over to your place and you two might, with the slightest hope, have a nice chat and a laugh, if that were possible in Severus' case.

You didn't realize that a big smile had already spread across your face, and there was no denying that it was because you were so much looking forward to Saturday now. It was gonna be hard. But then you realized something….Saturday was….

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Severus received a short reply from you by his owl. You were, indeed, still amazed about the whole owl thing but he seemed to know where to deliver it so you let it do what felt right.

'Dear Severus, it was good to know you'll be coming. I received your reply by an owl which was strange yet amazing. How you managed it I don't know but I must say you have a very smart pet. See you at 6:00 in the evening.

(Y/N)'

Severus had never been invited to dinners by someone else other than the school authorities (Dumbledore), and now that he was invited, it was by a muggle. But it would not matter. Severus had decided that for once in his life he'll try to be normal around muggles and try to see them as the same. And by them, he meant you.

He paced around the room thinking about if he had made the right choice, of course he had. Why was there any need of doubting it? He did not realize it but he was nervous. Why, again he did not know, he had never had all these mixed feelings of 'wanting-it-but-uncertain-about-it' at the same time this often before.

He tried to distract his mind towards some other things, any other thing except you. All this felt completely absurd to him, so he'd continue with his daily routine. Well, thinking of you became a part of his daily routine which was very distracting for him and your situation was just the same too.

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Finally, the day arrived. Saturday. Severus was coming. 'It's just Severus, you've had many guests before. No point at being nervous.' You kept telling yourself the whole day.

You kinda had a small argument with your friends, including Carl of course. You had plans with them for Saturday but too afraid to say no to Severus, you postponed your plans with them. They were all mad, said you had finally gotten time to spend with them but we're delaying it. You did not tell them the reason even if they kept asking. You told them you were too busy and that you had prepare for your exams. They, at last, let you go but Carl was sure you were lying. He thought it best to respect your privacy and not to interfere in your personal matter, if it was one.

You were so confused about what you would make or what you would wear. You reminded yourself it was just a dinner, not a date (Though you wished it was, not admitting it though). You decided you were gonna dress casually like you always do.

The hardest part was deciding what to cook. It was so confusing for you to decide what you'll be making for him.

What does he like? Is he a vegan? How does he like his food? Does he like more spices or less? What would he say? What if he doesn't like it? What of I forget to add salt? What if he's allergic to something?

Countless questions circled you. It was driving you crazy, perhaps it was a bad idea to invite him at the first place.

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Severus' condition was the same as you. His dishes laid unwashed even if it just took a flick of his wand but they were forgotten. He began pacing around the room once again and again not really acknowledging it.

What would he wear but there was no questioning it, it had to be black. He couldn't decide if he should bring you something. He did not know muggle traditions.

He gathered up all his courage to go down to a muggle gift shop but he couldn't find anything.

A short and aged woman saw him searching and came up to him smiling,

"Anything you want dear?" She asked him in a very soft voice. At first, he thought she might be talking to someone else but replied after a few moments,

"Uh.." He never really talked to muggle and this one seemed exceptionally kind and softspoken, contrasting to his 'usual' behavior. He tried his best not to sound rude or something and added, "Yes, I am looking for a gift suitable for a woman I am going to meet." He said and the old lady just smiled more as she approached him.

"Woman trouble, I understand. I meet many men with the same problems. Tell me when are you seeing her?"

He hesitated again, "I'll be seeing her today, for dinner.." He said slowly so that she could catch all his words.

"Ah, I see. Well if it's a dinner date, you might wanna take some nice wine. She'll like that." His face twitched when she referred to it as a 'date'. He frowned, he tried to hold it back but it seemed impossible for him.

"Thank you" he muttered before leaving. He then hurried off to buy a wine bottle. He was not sure if you'd like but he really hoped you did.

6:00 was getting nearer than you thought. You were making stuffed pork chops and for the dessert you were gonna make a fudge pie. The pie was your father's recipe. He was a great cook and had always impressed every person with it and now you were gonna impress Severus with the same.

It was time. Any second now, Severus could ring the doorbell and your night would begin. It was supposed to be a 'thank you' dinner but you both really seemed nervous about it.

The bell rang, you almost jumped up on your feet in excitement but you only found a neighbor at the door asking you if you had seen their pet dog. They did that very often, they had a small dog, hyperactive. You did not know what breed he was but you knew for certain that he was trouble. You both, with a disappointed look bid each other goodbye and you told her good luck in the search.

The bell rang again, you were sure it was him. Your heart began pounding faster and you slowly approached the door. You opened it and it was indeed the man you were waiting for. While he wore his usual expression, you greeted him with a gentle smile.

He wore white today! You were not shocked, you were impressed. He looked so good in it, he should wear it more often. You smiled at him and stepped aside giving him space to enter. He was carrying a bottle in his hand, it was Chapel Down, Pinot Noir. It must have been expensive.

"Thank you for coming over." You said, still smiling, his back was turned towards you as he was entering your flat.

"Thank you for inviting." He replied, too formal. You were thankful he came, you were glad but he seemed to be doing a favour, you thought.

You couldn't help being surprised but also pleasesd to see him in another colour and asked him to take a seat and both of you were relaxed to be done with the 'formal' questions.

"You look good in white." you said in an attempt to start a friendly conversation.

"Don't get used to it." He said in his stern voice, now seated in one of the chairs.

"I mean it, though. Changes can be good sometimes." He did not reply. He just made a short 'hmm' sound, maybe agreeing with you which was hardly possible. You loved him in black, the robes suited him very well. You had never seen a man in black more attractive than him.

You served the food and he poured the wine in the glasses.

"That's my personal favorite." You remarked as he was filling your glasses. He was trying to avoid eye contact so far but finally looked up.

"Really? I must say then that you have a very fine taste because it is my favorite as well." He said, again in that low voice which you enjoyed thoroughly.

You were delighted your preferences matched and there were no further questions. You praised different wines and found out that he had a rather keen taste.

You got anxious, he wasn't saying anything, maybe he didn't like the food. You looked at him expectantly. You were barely eating, you kept looking at his plate and it was now almost empty,maybe he did like it.

After a while of eating, he finally spoke, "Did you really make it?"

"Do you doubt it?" You asked, smiling broader than ever. You were so relieved to find out he was liking it.

"Well, it's delicious and I couldn't help wondering." He said, not looking up.

"Thank you. But I don't think its anything compared to the soup you made." You still missed it. It was just a vegetable soup but you had never tasted anything that good. It was tastier than the one your mother made you.

He smirked, pleased to know you were so impressed. He wasn't admired for his food often.

The rest time was spent in silence. The only sound now was the clattering of the cutlery. Severus glanced at you ocassionly out of the corner of his eyes and you did the same.

"(Y/N)?" He said, almost a whisper. You were taken by surprise, it was unusual of him to converse. The sound of your name from his mouth rang in your ears, soothing as ever.

"Yes, Severus?"

"I am going to be away for a while.." He had no idea why he was telling you this but he thought you might wanna know and he was right, if he was gonna be away, you sure as hell want to be aware.

"Away? Where, when and why?" You did not like the sound of it. He wasn't so cheerful telling you this, though he never really is but you did not want him to go, not now that you're finally making a move towards a better friendship or maybe something more.

"Work. I'll be gone for months, thought I'd let you know." He said shortly. His answer was not satisfying, the data wasn't enough for you and now you had a confused and…. an unhappy expression. You weren't sure what to say and he noticed when he looked up.

Your eyes said enough. He read it all on your face but did not want to admit it. You were going to miss him, a lot. And he was too. He never accepted the fact someone could show even the slightest bit of interest in him.

"Dessert?" You asked in an attempt to break the long silence that followed.

"Um, sure." He said breaking the eye contact.

You served the dessert, the truffle pie. He seemed to enjoy it too. Both of you kept stealing glances at each other.

You smiled as you saw his hair often irritating him and then he would put it back behind his ears. But they wouldn't give up and you found it amusing and cute. Your happiness knew no limits when you were with him. His mere presence was enough to lighten you up.

Severus noticed you smiling and couldn't help but smile too. Odd it was for him. There was something about you which made him a bit less 'grumpy'.

While eating his slice of the pie, he would close his eyes to savor every bite.

"Severus, I couldn't help wondering how you managed to make that owl deliver your letter to me.." You asked finally. This question has been swirling your mind for a while now.

"I... just did." He said, a bit surprised by your sudden question.

You raised you eyebrow and he got worried you might doubt something.

"It was amazing, you know. Like in the movies, birds delivering secret letters and all.."

"You can use it anytime if you want." You couldn't work out if he was joking or if he was being serious.

"Hang on, I can use your owl and it will deliver my letters?"

"I think that is what I meant, yes."

You waned to jump in excitement like a just a child who had just been given hundreds of chocolates. He smiled at your reaction. Amused, to say the least.

"You any write to me anytime while I am away and he would know exactly where to hand it to me." He said and as your meal was already finished, you got up and hugged him. You could not hold it much longer. He was taken aback with your action but he gladly returned your hug.

"Thank you… I am gonna miss you so much, " You finally admitted, still embracing him.

"Me too." He replied. He had admitted it too, he did not even admit it to himself and now he said it.

After a few moments of the heavenly embrace, you pulled away. Your heart was filled with a feeling unfamiliar to you. You were happier than you've ever been in these past months, or years. That is where you were truly happy, with him.

Your eyes were gleaming with joy and his too.

"Sever-" you were interested by a bell followed by a knock. Your expression of affection wore off and there was now annoyance instead.

You apologized and answered the door. It was Carl. He had a small package with him. It was nicely wrapped and you knew exactly what it was.

There were a lot of inaudible dialogues and after the door being shut could be heard, you returned to the dining room with the package in your hand and sighed.

He noticed it in your hand and asked,

"Who was it?"

"Carl, a friend."

"The dark-haired guy from your college?"

"That's him." You answered, not knowing how he was aware of all that but you ignored it.

"Why was he here? And what's that?" He said pointing at the small box in your hand.

You sighed again but tried to put on a smile, "It's a present. It's my birthday."

"Your birthday?" He asked, disappointed you did not tell him. He felt... bad you did not tell him something this important.

Why did you not tell him? You were scared of how he would react now…

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A/N: Sorry for picking your birthday... Thanks for reading and please leave your feedback. I am always glad to read them🤓🤓

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B A S I C S :

FULL NAME: Fein Komo

NICKNAME(S): Little Dreamwalker to Dorian.  

DATE OF BIRTH / AGE: Sometime in the beginning of the year / 27

ORIENTATION: Pansexual.

OCCUPATION: Jedi Padawan / X Wing Pilot

SPECIES: Mirialan.

P H Y S I C A L :

FACE CLAIM: Toni Mahfud

HEIGHT: 6′12’

WEIGHT: 180lbs

EYES: Light amber brown.

HAIR: Black, lightening to blonde in some places from his time under the sun in the pits. He keeps it long, cutting it to shoulder length at Yavin. 

DISTINGUISHING MARKS: A variety of old and new scars along his body from his fights, and a network of tattoos in various places along his body. His tattoos are the one part of his culture Fein embraces fully. His life is made worthy by the actions he takes - the things he does and does not do - and he marks them on his skin so that when he is dead his loved ones can weight his deeds and deem him worthy or not. 

B A C K G R O U N D :

HOMETOWN: He’d say Coruscant, and the creche, before anything else. 

CURRENT RESIDENCE: Yavin IV. 

LANGUAGES: A few small working phrases he’s picked up in the more common tongues that could get him by in a pinch, but nothing too fluent.  

EDUCATION: Only what he got in the Jedi Temple.  

PARENTS: Unknown.

CRECHE MASTER: Noa Niedra

FORMER JEDI MASTER: Thena Wyn

CURRENT JEDI MASTER: Noa Niedra

SIBLING(S): none living. (Adoptive - Matthias Ilesar, Nimm Aldenar, Osira Santo)

ROMANTIC STATUS: Single.

PET(S): None, except for the Banthu herd he sometimes wtaches with Nimm.

T H E   A B S T R A C T :

FEARS: Failure - but spectacularly. He doesn’t fear failing in a ritual, or forgetting a stance in his training with a staff; he fears never getting a grip on his emotions, never being able to let go of his memories of the pits or his hatred for the Academies on Mirial. He fears never being able to become a quieted center in a storm, he fears that the storm will swallow him whole and he will be what tore down the Order all over again. He fears the Sith, and all their freedoms, and fears that he will not be strong enough to turn away. 

GENERAL LIKES: Mornings so cold he can see his breath, the way ice sparkles against the ground and cracks when he walks across it, and the silence that echoes for miles around him when he’s sitting in the cockpit of his fighter. The feeling when he opens his eyes after a long meditation and the world is calm and his body is loose and tingling for him to move. Blood in the sands of the pits and warm across the skin of his shoulders and back, and the way his very soul feels spent after sending nightmares coursing across the arena. The weight of a wrench in his hand, the way Noa says his name, a satisfying cup of hot spiced tea, and watching the sun set over the jungles of Yavin IV.   

GENERAL DISLIKES: The sour taste in his mouth after using his Force gift, and the feeling of defeat when he realizes he used it again without even knowing. Sunrise meditations, bland food, and blankets. The sticky humid feeling on his skin from the weather on the rebel base’s planet, and not understanding something. 

USUAL MOOD / EXPRESSION: He’ll greet you with a smile, and then keep on moving. Constant motion is his comfort, unless he’s meditating - which hardly anyone sees since he waits until the world is quieted and all are asleep. He keeps most of the world at arms length but the first word that comes to mind when someone mentions Fein Komo is ‘nice.’ He’s a nice guy - average in every way, but a gifted pilot. And that is the way he likes to keep it. 

TRAITS: Innovative / Adaptable. Courageous / Impulsive. Determined / Single-minded. Self-Conscious / Unsure. Charismatic / Volatile. 

HABITS: He tends to drum his fingers against whatever surface is available - tables, walls, doors, his leg, his arm - and if he’s sitting his leg is most certainly bouncing. He loves to move, loves to be in motion - when he’s doing something, he isn’t thinking. 

HOBBIES: He meditates every night/early morning - before he gets his short few hours of sleep and when he wakes up. It centers him and allows him to focus his day. It also helps him tamp down his force energy. When he’s not training, Fein is always in the hangar bay fiddling with his fighter or another ship. He’s a grease monkey - and the inner workings of the ships all make sense to him, where his inner workings are often too chaotic for him to work through.  

MORNING ROUTINE: After sleeping maybe three or four hours, Fein wakes up and meditates for a short period of time - his morning meditations range from 20minutes to a half hour, simply because he finds it hard to concentrate with people bustling around and the sun rising. Depending on his training schedule for the day, he’ll either set out to find Noa, or he’ll head straight to the ariship hangers to begin working on some project again. 

NIGHTLY ROUTINE: He works late into the night, and then, usually long after the moons risen and the stars are deep and bright and the last night owl like him has tucked in for bed, he’ll find a spot in the temple above to sit under the stars and drop into a deep meditation. His nighttime meditations can be anywhere from an hour to two or three. Afterwards he will retire to his bed, waking up in a few hours to begin again.

DEADLY SIN: Wrath

ZODIAC: Capricorn

MORAL ALIGNMENT: Chaotic Neutral, wanting desperately to be Chaotic Good. 

HOGWARTS HOUSE: Gryffindor.

CLASS & SPECIALIZATION: Dual Wield Reaver.

H I S T O R Y :

“After time adrift among open stars, along tides of light and through shoals of dust, I will return to where I began. ”

“Mirial.”

It was snowing the morning they came to take him from his mother.

Fein can remember the way it caked on his mother’s eyelashes as she kissed him goodbye. He can remember tears heavy and raw in her throat as she begged them to let her son stay one more year (“he’s so young, too young please he doesn’t understand”). He can remember watching over the shoulder of the Teacher who carried him away, as her figure stood small and alone, wrapped in a blanket, in front of their little hut, watching him leave.

He doesn’t remember her name, or her face, or the name she gave him; but he can never forget the snow, and the tears, and the blanket. They haunt him now, as they did when he was young - specters of the last time he was loved, a remnant of a life seeped in nightmares. 

“The Youth Academy.”

When he arrived at the temple, deep in the ice-covered mountains of the Mirialan Youth Academy, he cried for his mother throughout the night. “You will forget in time,” the teachers told him, soothing him through the deep gasping breaths, “In time this will be home.” But it never was. As his tearful nights stretched into tearful weeks, the Teachers grew impatient, “Your actions reflect on all of us,” they would hiss, pulling his head back by the hair to wipe the tears from his eyes with vicious hands, “What do you bring to our culture, to our people, with your tears and whining for a life that meant nothing?”

As they grew increasingly more frustrated, Fein grew afraid of their cruel worlds and harsh hands and, as any child does, learned to hide his tears and his nightmares. When he couldn’t hold them back he would run, hiding himself around corners and through doors, until he’d found a way to the very heights of the Academy.

But the soaring towers didn’t scare him, they exhilarated him. He’d found a place to love in this new world of anger and pain, and soon, he would find any excuse to escape to his refuge. When the deep hours of the night would fall, and the halls of the Academy would grow silent - alone, he would climb to the rafters and let himself feel, let himself cry. Alone he would sit, with none as his witness but the stars.

His nighttime wandering did not come without a price, of course, and it was in that first year that he earned his new name. Fein, the teachers called him after they caught him sleeping through the noon meditations for the third time, For the way you feign the rituals. They thought him lazy, thought him insincere, but the more he tried to explain that he preferred the light of the moon to the light of day for his meditations, the more they scoffed, and the more they punished.

Too young to know the differences, they said, Too young to choose. So, he stopped protesting, stop arguing, and Fein he became.

Angry and bitter, he learned to sleep only a few hours a night. Learned to regulate his breathing until the Night Ward finally drifted to sleep herself, and he could find himself once more at the roof of the Academy. He learned the stars by heart, mapping them in little doodles on his homework throughout the day, and dotting them in the sands of the practice yards with the staves he was supposed to be balancing. It was among those stars that he first saw the distant lights of the strangers’ ship – he watched it land in the early hours of the morning, when the sun had only just begun to edge the purples of the night light pink, and it was in those deepening shadows that Fein saw the Jedi emerge.

His mother had told him of the Jedi, of course. Every child on Mirial knew of the Force – their species was blessed with a deeper connection (more primitive the Masters would tell him later, but he far preferred the Mirialan view) than any other – and Fein had been creating stories in his head of these shining Knights for longer than he could speak.

Fein was the only child they took from the Academies that trip. The Teachers made sure of it. They shoved Fein into the Jedi’s lines - Different, they called him, Wrong. Surely one of yours.

The Jedi waved a tool in front of Fein’s face and nodded, before scooping him up. Ours, the Master murmured into Fein’s hair, and Fein let his hands scrunch just a little harder on his hard canvas traveling cloak.

Ours, the Master’s companion whispered, reaching out a hand to smooth his hair at the back of his neck, as he locked eyes with her’s and refused to blink.

Theirs, Fein let the word burn into his mind, etched in the only stars he’d ever known, as they carried him onto a ship.

“Coruscant.”

His life improved dramatically at the Jedi Temple.

His creche mother noticed his sleep patterns and let him nap during the day, sitting with him during the nights and teaching him how to regulate his breath and let his mind sink into meditative patterns. As he grew, she taught him to harness his anger at his treatment at the hands of the Teachers of Mirial, and reminded him that no matter how much he wanted to blame her, his mother had no choice but to let him leave her.

On Coruscant, Fein distinguished himself as a strong fighter – agile and intuitive, he excelled in the physical side of youngling training. His affinity for clambering up to heights that gave most pause gained him a reputation for recklessness that he hardly sought to dissuade.

His force abilities; however, failed to develop. Where the rest of his Youngling clan was learning to harness minor skills like levitation and control, Fein could barely make a pebble wobble in the dust. “A late bloomer,” his creche mother would soothe in her words made of syrup and honey, “Not all are Masters at first try.” But Fein was impatient, and tired of being the failure.

When his clan were given the title of padawan, Fein begged – pleaded – to be given the same. There must be someone, he argued, anyone who would take a Padawan like him. Finally, a knight stepped forward, took pity on his pleas, and as she reached out to smooth the hairs at the back of his neck in her cool touch he felt the words once more – ours.

Hers, He met her eyes, and knew she would never let him down.

Hers. She kept his hands steady when, months later, the force still would not come.

Hers. He fought back tears as she tied another braid into his hair, another year spent learning, watching, waiting, for the talent that would not come.

Hers. She never wavered, never questioned – always patient in her faith in his abilities.

Hers. Side by side they fought in Wars he did not understand.

Hers. Back to back they circled in the temple’s broken doors when the Order came down.

Hers. She shoved him back, against a drape, and caught the red red red against her own body, and in that moment the Force screamed from him in a vortex of roiling spider colonies, all consuming flames, and deep shadows of coursing blue lightening. The red faded away as the Troopers ran, and his Master’s blood fell heavy on his hands.

Hers. He carried her, blood on his hands, from the screaming burning temple.

Hers. She smoothed the hairs down, against the back of his neck, with cold trembling fingers.

Mine, she murmured, voice choking on blood and death, Run.

A padawan does as his master commands.

“Nowhere.”

He wasn’t on any lists. His name wasn’t shouted by the Stormtroopers as “Wanted.” He was a low ranked Padawan with no visible Force abilities - why would he be counted a threat Oh, they would kill him if they knew him, of that he had no doubt, but when Storm Troopers burst through the door of the bar on the backwater planet he had fled to, he couldn’t find a reason to run, couldn’t find a reason to fight.

“You look like one of them,” one rasped through the breather on his helmet.

“Looks more like no one,” his friend laughed, but they clapped him in shackles all the same.

For two weeks, deep in the bowels of a ship Fein never saw the name of, it was the same routine. His world shrank to three questions, and the same pain.

Where is the Jedi Order? Pain. Who are you? Pain. Why do you wear Padawan braids? Pain. Where is the Jedi Order? Pain. Who are you? Pain. Why do you wear Padawan braids? Pain. Where is the Jedi Order? Pain. Who are you? Pain. Why do you wear Padawan braids? Pain. Where is the Jedi Order? Pain. Who are you? Pain. Why do you wear Padawan braids? Pain.

Finally, they realized what all the rest had already known. Fein Komo was no one, knew nothing, and felt nothing.

Useless, broken, and mute; they cut the braids from his head and threw him to the only place on the closest planet that would pay money for him.

“The Fighting Pits.”

Fein himself would have bet on his death first round.

When they drug him to the center of the sand filled arena and his first opponent stood above him, lifting his hands to the cheers of the crowd, Fein assumed he was bound for death. As his opponent’s sword caught the noonday sun in a sharp glint, Fein closed his eyes and thought of a cool touch and soft words.

Hers.

And as soft eyes and blood pooling in the corner of her mouth, the Force ripped out of him once more. One moment his opponent stood in self assured victory, his sword plunging down to sever Fein’s head from his body – the next, the man cowered against the walls of the arena, screaming and begging Fein for mercy.

Kill, the crowd raged, quick to turn on the Champion they had bet blood money on.

Kill¸ the chant echoed in Fein’s ears as he pulled aching limbs from dust.

Kill, the roar deafened as Fein watched demons swirl and twirl and gnaw along the former Champion’s skin.

Kill, it reached a fever pitch as Fein took the sword from the man’s hand, and slid it down between his ribs in one smooth movement.

Kill.

It haunted his dreams, as he slipped from meditation to arena, and back again - once again his reality slipped into routine, and the months passed unnoticed.

By night he lost himself to memories of laughter from high walls and springing from roof top to roof top. Under the stars he let himself run, bare feet slapping against cool marble, through the halls of the temple, only to careen into the waiting arms of his creche mother. Within the cool touch of the moon’s light he lost himself to hours spent training side to side, back to back, with his Master.

By day he forgot all but the roar of the crowd. As his skin browned in the sun’s harsh rays, he took life after life, soaking the burning sands with the blood of men who deserved death no more and no less than he. By the light of the sun he hacked away limbs, severed heads from bodies, and ripped hearts from bloody chests.

He lost himself to the routine, and forgot there was ever a time when the Force didn’t rip through him, leaving the cold taste of vomit in his mouth, as it devoured his enemies. He forgot what is was to be anything but a machine – to be anything more or anything less than the Champion of the Pits, than the Nightmare that Walks.

When they arrived, and stood before his cell one late sunset, they spoke to him of rebellions. Hope, they told him, and he laughed. Broken, empty, and bitter, he asked them what they hoped for.

Peace, they answered, but they knew as little of peace as he did.

He followed, when they opened the door of his cell, but only because somewhere, a cool touch and a quiet claim urged him to run. He followed, and when they landed on Yavin IV, one of them turned, smiled, and said, Home.

Home, he let himself feel the word, as he surveyed the broken ruin of a temple. He had never had a home. Each time he’d allowed himself a moment of peace, a moment of quiet, nightmares had come to tear his home from him.

But now he was the Nightmare.

Now, he would fight for what little home there was.

[suffering-and-happy-about-it]

Whistling in the school halls (The Big, Big Bang, Part 2.)

Series summary: Sometimes, you might feel lonely in the entirety of the universe; of all of the stars, planets and constellations… Until it comes. The big bang that turns the world upside down, the reason why all the stars collide and why you, in the first place, are alive.

Part summary: Walking back to Hogwarts always feel like coming home - whether you are a student, a teacher or a member of the staff... As you hoped soon to be. 

A/N: I am back... For now; I hope I won’t get any other obsession for at least a week.

Word count: 2.6 K

Tagging: @notaliteraltoad​

Series playlist: H E R E

Series masterlist: H E R E

A few days ago:

Life of a freshly-out-of-school wizard in England could get pretty harsh. Especially when you didn't train to be one of the Ministry's office rats and had chosen a different path you wanted to walk in your life. Since you did know from the very start you might not be suitable for the coolest wizard occupation, which was an Auror obviously, you didn't even raise your personal bar that high. When your house professor asked you what you'd like to be doing (it was on one of the profession-regarding interviews when they told you on which OWLs you should be concentrating on), you sat there for a moment before you started to laugh hysterically. And you weren't able to stop yourself for at least a minute before you told them that you didn't know.

For some time, you've been quite interested in being a news writer; a smaller office for a smaller magazine full of not-so-well-known editors sounded about right. Then, you've tried to convince yourself that you'd be a pretty good Quidditch commentator and told your professor about considering a radio-related career. But then you realized - no, that wasn't your stick either. And that was how it went until one evening, you helped madame Pomfrey with one of your ill classmates on the Infirmary. And she notices it too - your knowledge about various illnesses and wounds wasn't bad at all and you had just the right amount of tolerance and strictness to go big in this career.

It was the first time when you didn't start laughing at the profession-related interview (you've been there more than five times since your house professor was sure you don't know what your dreamy career is). Both your OWLs and NEWTs turned out very well since you liked to learn about the topic of healing and helping others. It was just after your last school year when you wrote Dumbledore a letter, asking him if he'd consider taking you under madame Pomfrey's wings as an apprentice (madame was obviously informed about this question beforehand). And while Dumbledore, during one of his many Infamatory visits) told you that he thinks you're not quite ready just yet, he told you that after taking a three-years-long period of training in a hospital facility of any sorts, he will gladly take you as an apprentice and more, if you'd be a great addition, he'd lend you a job as the second nurse at the Hogwarts Infirmary.

Madame Pomfrey, like everyone else, was slowly growing older and it was handy to have a second nurse on hand, in any case, anything would go bad (and as everyone knew, the Quidditch matches could get a bit messy, so it would definitely help to have two paramedics inside the school). He also said that it will be a pleasant change for the students, to have someone fairly young around, so they could maybe talk to you about more personal matters.

And as Dumbledore advised you, you did. For a time, you travelled around Europe and got various medical-paramedics gigs in hospitals all around the continent - you've been working in a school in Romania, in a hospital in France, a Quidditch paramedic at Scotland... In the end, the list you've sent Dumbledore was quite impressive, to say the least. You've done quite a lot in the past three years; jobs other wizards would be rightfully proud of as well. You've attached the long list and recommendations along to a letter you've sent to Dumbledore from the Netherlands, where you've been working as a personal paramedic to an old witch who could barely walk and waited for the response.

In any case, you knew you'll have a job - yet you hoped that Dumbledore would give you a job as one of the Hogwarts staff members. If he wouldn't, you also sent your CV to St Mungo's in London who told you almost immediately that they had a few jobs to offer you if you'd be interested. The old lady you've been taking care of had found another wizard to watch over her as you tensely controlled the owl post every single day.

It almost seemed that Dumbledore not only won't give you a chance but that he forgot about you altogether. You've sent the letter at the start of the summer, filled with high hopes. These slowly faded away during August and at the start of September, you simply knew you'll have to take the job at St Mungo. It wasn't a bad job at all, you didn't mean that, yet there was something particular about Hogwarts... The school have you so much happy memories, friends, experience and the happiest time of your entire life. It felt like home and you wished you could repay the school everything that it had taught you and what it had given to you. In many ways, it felt like home and you'd do anything just to get back there.

The day when the letter came was a cold one with one of these grey-like where the skies are black to describe it the best and when you really realize that the autumn has come. For a few days now, you've been living back at your parents - it was until you'd find yourself a small place somewhere. Your interview at St Mungo was set to happen three days later, so for now, you've been enjoying a cuppa as you sat in the kitchen of your parents' small house while listening to some radio. There was still no ideal flat, no response from Hogwarts and not a single idea about what job proposition you'll be offered in the end.

Dumbledore's approach to the situation was confusing you, to say the least - you always knew that he's a nice, calm man and this simply didn't make much sense. He'd send you at least an owl with declining your offer, right? Right? But there was dead silence from his part. As usual, your mind started spiralling into the most absurd scenarios - what if the letter wasn't delivered? What if it got lost somewhere? What if someone who wasn't supposed to read Dumbledore's personal correspondence had read it? At that moment, you cried out at the feeling of sudden pain.

Your eyes turned into a grumpy owl who was sitting in front of you. Presumably, given the expression it had in its eyes, she was sitting there for quite a moment. It had a massive letter tied up to its claw and it was shifting weight as it waited for you to pay it any attention. Where did it come from was no mystery; the window behind you was open widely. And from whom it was was no question either - you'd recognize the green ink and heavy envelope anywhere. With shaky fingers, you paid the owl and sent it off, sitting down to read the letter. Before you opened it up, you mumbled a short prayer; you hoped that Dumbledore will still accept your offer and that he might invite you to his school as a paramedic apprentice.

As you read the neat, curvy handwriting, your brain couldn't quite wrap itself around it. You had to read it out loud for a few times before your mind realized that 'I would like to invite you for an interview in my office, tomorrow at noon. I sincerely hope that it is not too late - I was travelling for the whole summer and got to my mail just recently. With regards...' meant that you still had a chance of getting the job you'd like to keep one day.

Just like he asked you, you got ready for the interview tomorrow, telling both your parents about it as soon as they got back from work. As it usually is, you prepared everything the evening before, making sure you will make it on time. And you did make it on time... Until you apparated in Hogsmeade and got carried away with all of the cool stores in there. At first, you were sure that you had a lot of time on your hand... Half an hour in Honeydukes couldn't hurt anyone, right? This was why an hour later, you've been running on the forest road connecting Hogwarts and Hogsmeade, barely catching your breath. You could just walk there and enjoy it, but you had to forget to check your watch, hadn't you?

When you entered the long-ass bridge leading to the school, you had barely five minutes on your hands. And a grey sweater that suddenly felt too warm for your liking. Damn, you hadn't run as quickly for some time and you were maybe about to pass out just in front of Dumbledore's door. You chanted that the password is 'Sherbet Lemon', but what was that good for when you wouldn't have enough breath to squeal it at the gargoyle? To make the manners even better, you poked two girls in the courtyard, accidentally making them fall on the ground. As soon as you started to say sorry, they just laughed it off as they got up. - "I am so sorry! I will buy you a lollipop or something!" - You cried out, getting mentally prepared for the last stop of your race - the endless staircases of Hogwarts. You've yelled a breathless greeting at everyone you knew and stormed in front of the gargoyle.

"Sherbet Lemon! Sherbet-!" - You cried breathlessly. The stone statue looked at you with caution, almost asking you if you were doing alright, but in the end, it moved away and let you in. The wall disappeared as well, showing you yet another staircase. You've been ten minutes late because you had to stop now and then to take a breath. Your skin was glistening with sweat, you couldn't breathe normally and your knees were all shaky as you knocked on principal's door. It opened up without hesitation, letting you into the small circular room. Dumbledore was sitting at his desk, sending you a graceful smile as you tried not to pass out on him.

"I... Am... So... Sorry... Professor..." - Immediately, you've sat into one of the big plushy chairs, smiling back at him. - "I... Lost... The track... Of time back in Honeydukes. It's totally my fault." - Once again, you sat straight and pushed your back more into the chair as you tried to present yourself in a bit flattering way.

"Oh, Honeydukes, you say?" - Dumbledore asked with a small smile, signing some papers while he talked to you. - "I am not surprised, Honeydukes have always been my favourite place in Hogsmeade." - The man smiled and you nodded at what he had said, trying to read into his words, tone and actions. As far as you could say, he wasn't mad at you - which was a good sign. It could also be caused by the both-sided faux pas; first, he wrote you back after an entire of the month and you came later than you were supposed - that was kind of vetoing everything, wasn't it? - "So, dearest miss Y/L/N... Tell me..." - At that moment, you've been expecting a somewhat professional question that would ask "Why do you want to work in this school?" or "What is your expertise?" and "What makes you believe that you're suited to get this work? It's a lot of responsibility." Instead of that, Dumbledore asked:

"How were you doing in the last couple of years? Long time, no see and as I read in your portfolio, you've been quite busy."

When you were laying in your bed, thinking about the interview, you always imagined Dumbledore being super-serious, having a straight and emotionless face and furrowing at you the whole time. Sure, he never seemed to be this particular type of a guy, but you've never spoken eye-to-eye during your school years; you've been a good student and rarely got into trouble so serious that your house headmaster would send you to Dumbledore himself. In your dreams, you imagined this will all be a huge disaster, something bad and very uncomfortable. If it would be going according to your scenario, he'd shame you and kick you out of his office because you walked inside a few minutes later. Instead of that...

"You're asking about how I've been doing?" - You could hear your voice getting a bit shaky. - "Naturally. It's the decorum and something that simply tickles my interest." - Once more, Dumbledore chuckled and checked the papers in front of his eyes, thanking the quill for writing the document for him.

"Well, I've been doing good..." - With that, a glass of fizzy soda jumped in front of you - since you weren't sure that the drink's for you, you just thanked nervously but didn't touch the glass. - "I didn't really expect the various facilities looking out for young healers. But they took me in with their arms open everywhere across Europe - it was brilliant." - "Oh, I'm glad to hear this. And even though your adventurous life, you still came back here. How comes?"

Just when Dumbledore asked you this question, something struck you. With you curiousness, you took one good look at the jolly old man sitting opposite you. Was it just your imagination or did you hear the slight flash of interest in his words? The time you tried to get this job, Dumbledore told you that you're not experienced enough - now, when you got enough experience, the headmaster was surprised to see you still trying to get the job? Maybe he thought you're better than ending up in Hogwarts? (Not that he wouldn't love the school, it was his home in the end.)

"I've been on a lot of different places and done a lot of different exciting things, but any of them was like this school, Mr Professor. This complex of buildings, the local wilderness, the people... It still feels like home. Well, I've been staying in this school for seven years after all. There won't ever be quite a place like Hogwarts to me." - At that, Dumbledore nodded with understatement. - "Of course, understandable. Most of the teachers I've talked to when hiring them, told me precisely the same thing - Hogwarts is the home they think about with love. Now, since it's quite late and soon, there will be another class of Care of Magical creatures..." - At that, the old man stopped himself and looked out of the window, searching for something. As his eyes found it, he turned his head back at you.

For a moment it could look as if he's not in the moment - that he's bored by you. Why was Dumbledore such a confusing person for you? So, was he planning on giving you the job or were you there just for the kicks? - "I read through your application and was taken away by the variety of skill you were able to gain through your stay abroad. Before we set on the agreement of employing you as the second nurse, would you like to talk about anything else?" - With that, Dumbledore put a small bundle of papers in front of you; presenting you with a contract. Without a word, you just shook your head and took it to your palms.

"Take this home, read through it and highlight the parts you'd like to talk about then. I'll see you on Friday." - With that, the old man stood up and offered you his palm, shaking yours. - "And, by the way... Would you mind taking me the big chocolate bar in Honeydukes the next time you'll be there?"

[transcendent-paras]

Basic Info on My Paracosm

Don’t interact if you are not a MaDDer or an immersive daydreamer

I’m using paracosm lightly cause it’s like... mirrored thisverse? mirrored and slightly to the left with my paras added in, you know? I went from having paracosms with whole galaxies and gods and languages to thisverse 2.0.

Background/About Me: I'm a closeted trans male. Recently I’ve been hyperfocusing on music - specifically "alternative" music like punk, metalcore, rock, emo, etc  as well as kpop - and it's affected my paracosm. My current paracosm is a Trans punk rock band focusing on one band named Transcendent, and has Incorporated many of the bands I listen to into it. 

Original Paras: 

Parame - Michè Valentino: Lead singer, Pianist, Song writer. Trans male in his 20s, adopted by a family in the UK and has two older brothers. His middle brother is highkey based off  the kpop group *XO’s (to avoid this coming up in the tags) leader Su*o, and he is also in a band very similar to *XO. Michè fell in love with one of *XO’s members but because of the large age gap it was unrequited. Eventually Michè went to study abroad and moved to New York city and met his best friend and later boyfriend Ashley Nolans. Shortly after high school Ashley and Michè moved in together.

Ashley Nolans: Backing vocalist and screams/growls, Lead guitarist. A year older than Michè, he is a former myspace & later instagram drag king when he saw a drag queen at a mall. Slowly he realized he identified as a trans male instead of a drag king. His family was supportive of his whole journey and let him do what he felt comfortable doing, though they did manage his myspace since he was very young. Michè moved to Ashley’s high school and they were in the same music class. Ashley took Michè to his first pride parade. Ashley is slightly insecure that Michè will leave him for the *XO member he had a crush on, but Ashley never brings it up or lashes out/acts on it.

Nikki Archer: Bass Guitarist, Composer. Nikki is agender and has always identified as such even with out knowing anything about gender identities as a child. Their uncle took them to many rock and punk concerts growing up, and bought them their first bass for their 13th birthday, that Nikki still has but has retired it so it doesn’t get damaged on tour. Nikki’s uncle is the most understanding member of the family about their gender, but their parents try to be accepting and not ignorant. Nikki and Emilynn were Vice President and President of their high school’s LGBT Club. Though they went to the same school as Ashley they never met him and graduated before Michè started going there. Nikki and Emilynn dated for a while in high school but decided they were better as close platonic friends.

Emilynn Kay: Drummer, Leader. Emilynn is the oldest member, 5 years older than Michè and is a trans woman. She grew up in the south originally and not only had to deal with racism as a poc, but didn’t even dream of coming out to anyone besides her parents. Eventually her parents decided it would be best for her if they moved. When they moved up to New York she was able to dress the way she wanted and easily took her gender in stride. Of course she had harsher comments and bullying than white trans kids or cis black kids at her school she never changed who she was to fit in. She did percussion in the marching band and acted in theater often. She naturally took on a motherly role to other LGBT kids in the school, especially but not limited to younger trans kids, and they voted for her to be president of the club. She met Michè and Ashley at a pride parade very nervous to admit to being trans and she took them under her wing. When she realized she had a group of trans friends who all were into the same type of music and could play instruments she suggested forming a band.

Alexandria Woods: Rhythm Guitarist, Violinist, Newest Member. Alexandria realized at the start of high school she identified more feminine than masculine and after research felt Demi-girl described her the most. Her friends in high school helped her express herself while remaining closeted, especially from her parents. Her family were for the most part very kind and she got along with them on every issue except for gender. Meanwhile Alexandria also had a youtube channel that she posted guitar and violin covers on, gaining a respectable fan base on various platforms. Michè discovered her when she did a cover of a Transcendent song and he followed her on twitter. One day when she was 16, a cousin discovered one of her skirts in her closet and outted her to her parents, getting her kicked out and they have not spoken since. Alexandria made a tweet that she would have to put a pause on covers until she could find a place to live, and Michè swooped in asking if she need a place to live. After living with Michè and Ashley for a while, the band had a meeting and agreed that Alexandria would be a perfect fit in the band. The fans and later the members joke that Alexandria is Michè and Ashley’s daughter. Fans immediately loved Alexandria as a member of the band, especially since many of them had know of her in vlogs with the band and members retweeting her covers often.

Celebrity paras (censored so it doesnt show in tumblrs search results, if you cant figure out the * feel free to pm me or ask me off anon!): 

*XO: Originally in a past paracosm they were as themselves and a slightly different parame was just friends with them, but over time i latched onto the leader Su*o and started to see him as a brother figure. Not wanting to do culture appropriation I warped them from kpop to western music and made it so Michè was adopted by Su*o’s family. Nearly everything about them is the same including names and achievements, past members, and music. Because I actually know Korean there is no language barrier in music so it doesn’t bother me that they are supposed to be a uk based band and they sing in korean in thisverse, but in paracosm it is ‘in english’. The member that Michè is in love with is Ch****ol

Bl*ck Veil Br*d*s: Ashley and Michè bonded over a love for the band, and later got Emilynn and Nikki into them. Transcendent went from playing basement shows to being signed under Republic Records and it’s subsidiary Lava records, the same labels as B*B. Since they do a similar style music under the same label they crossed paths a few times in company, at warped tour, and eventually Transcendent did a few opening sets for B*B. They became close, and have talked about doing some sort of collaboration. 

P*l*y* R*y*l*: Alexandria really looked up to them, and was beyond ecstatic meeting them backstage at warped tour. The two bands have hung out a few times and they are very supportive of each other on social media. 

Other bands here and there that show up occasionally: P**rc* the v**l, f*ll*ng in r*v*rs* (michè has gotten into verbal arguments with r*nn*e a few times but they don’t hate eachother), my ch*****l romance, as ** is, sh*n*e (kpop).

Transcendent’s Music: 

Respect Existence - First album: Overall theme of the album is celebrating differences and who you are, with elements of punk rock, speed metal, and experimental rock. Usually when daydreaming about this era I listen to B*B’s album Set The World on Fire and P*V’s Collide With The Sky which is sort of the instrumental vibe I picture this album being. After this was released they were sighed under lava records

Who came first - Album: cover album dedicated to bands that influenced Transcendent’s music style. First album with Alexandria. Most recent album, and brought them further into the limelight, being a more recognizable alternative band. 

I’m Not Okay (originally by m*r)

Misery Business (originally by param***)

But It’s Better If You Do (originally by p!*td)

I Don’t Care (originally by f*b)

21 Guns (originally by gr**n d*y)

Bulls In The Bronx (originally by p*v) 

If You Can’t Hang (originally by s*s)

Don’t Feel Quite Right (originally by p*l*y* r*y*l*)

The Drug In Me Is You (originally by f*r)

10 Miles Wide (originally by es****e the f**e)

Can You Feel My Heart (originally by b**h)

The Legacy (originally by b*b)

Expect Resistance - Upcoming album: companion piece to Respect Existence (not a repackage album). Not only does it celebrate your differences but also a call to action to be unapologetically you and to ‘form a resistance’ against those who hold you back. I usually listen to B*B’s album vale and Agai*** me!’s song teenage anarchist when thinking about this time. My paras are trying to see if they can get any collaborations with different artists, Michè especially wants to have his brother on one of the songs.

[controloffandoms]

Broken Faith (Dick Grayson x Reader)

Prompt: 67. “You’re bleeding all over my carpet.” - 72. “Just smile, I really need to see you smile right now.”

-From THIS prompt list

Pairing: Dick Grayson x reader

Words: 4550

Warnings: Blood, cussing, mention of death, mentions of torture, some F bomb

Author’s Note: (Y/E/N) = your enemy’s name. This is a very long one. Longer than I usually post on here...but it’s been something that’s been stuck in my mind. I really like this one, it’s one of my favorites. I could see this having a part 2, let me know if you guys want one. ALSO I will be starting tags if anyone wants to be tagged in a certain line of stories, let me know.

Part 2      Part 3    Part 4     Part 5      Part 6

You hadn’t expected the mission to take that wrong of a turn. It was supposed to be an easy in and out, but something had gone wrong during the middle of the mission that you couldn’t have accounted for. Hostages and lots of guns. Way more than the intel had given you. Did that change how you went about the mission? Slightly, but the mission was still clear. Get the intel.

Were you going to leave the hostages? Hell no. Your mission was clear, the League only wanted the intel, but you had standards. You weren’t going to leave them, no matter the ultimatum that the Bat himself had given you.

Like your boyfriend, you didn’t much like Batman. Dick and him had a falling out after Dick expressed that he wanted to go a separate way for a bit after Wally died. While he was gone searching for himself, you had moved up and into the League, though you had taken over the Young Justice teams and making sure they didn’t get themselves killed.

You did have to answer to the Bat though and that's what had brought you here. While Dick wasn’t completely back on the Young Justice team, he was always looking out for them which is why Batman wanted you on this mission. Batman had said it was too dangerous for the younger heroes to be sent on, but with your skill set, it would be an easy mission for you.

Well, apparently he didn’t have all of the information.

You gracefully moved to where you could get into the secured room that held all the computers with the names and files on everything this organization was in to. As the door opened, you slipped in.

Once inside, you took stock of how many people you were going to have to take down before getting the intel. Fifteen. Too many. One of them could slip out or call over the radio to the others and that would lead to not only the hostages being killed, but you as well.

Slipping into the rafters, you turned your com on and tried to contact the Watchtower where Batman was no doubt monitoring all the missions the League and Young Justice had going on. “Batman, I know you’re there. Please answer.”

Silence is what met you.

“Batman, this mission is too dangerous for just myself. I need back up.”

Again, no one replied.

“We have hostages and before I could get the intel, I would be killed along with them. We have too many warm bodies.”

Static.

“Batman, if you’re listening, forget our differences. I need help. I’m admitting it. I can’t do this by myself. This is a suicide mission and I can’t get out without alerting them to my presence. I need backup and I’m begging you to send backup. Please.”

Again nothing.

You opened your com to the wide range, hoping you’d be able to catch any of the League members who had their coms on. “(Y/H/N) to anyone listening. I need backup. I’m not going to make this one by myself. The intel was wrong. I need help-”

Sirens started going off, and you looked at one of the screens to see three hostages being shot down as they tried to run. Then you saw one screen with your backside on it. “They know I’m here. If anyone is getting this, I need your help.”

You turned to the bot and smashed it as you flew down from the rafters. You knocked out ten of the guys before even giving them a chance to grab their weapons. You plugged the transmitter into the main computer before fighting off the rest of the guys in the room and those that came in through the door. You just had to keep them occupied enough for the whole system to be transmitted to the Watchtower before you made your way out of the room and to the hostages.

Gunshots rang out as you dodged and weaved through the army of combatants. It was right at this moment that you cursed yourself for the choice to not kill anyone as a vigilante. When incapacitating them, it took longer and sometimes they didn’t stay down as long as you liked.

Looking at the time, you had at least five more minutes before the transmission would be complete and you could try to get the hostages and yourself out of this alive.

You groaned as you felt a bullet pierce your armor and hit you in the torso. You had already taken multiple bullets to the torso, it seemed the armor had been to its breaking point, allowing the bullet to pierce your skin. As you got knocked around and knocked more of the goons out, you could feel your exhaustion growing. You had already had multiple bullets graze or imbed themselves in your arms and torso, not to mention the knives that had sliced your face and neck.

Once the time was up, you grabbed the transmitter and ran like hell out the door. There was no point in stealth anymore as you made your way to the hostages and attacked their guards. Once you incapacitated them, you released them from their cages. “You’ve got to get out of here now. Don’t stop. Don’t look back. Just run like hell.”

As you watched the hoard of the organization run at you, you found a spot to hide out and shoot your darts from. “To anyone listening, I don’t think I’m getting out of this one. There’s too many of them, I can’t even get to the hostages anymore. I can hear them being slaughtered. I transmitted the intel to the Watchtower, so you’ll have everything you need to bring the organization down. Young Justice, if you get to listen to this, I’m sorry I won’t be there for you anymore. You mean the world to me-” you let out a surprised yelp as the box next to you was blown up. “Guess that’s the way I’m going to go out. They’re gonna shish kabob me,” you laughed sourly.

“You know, Bats, I think this is how Jason felt when Joker was about to blow him up. He knew no one was coming for him, or, at least, no one was going to get there in time. I believe he also cursed at how he didn’t have the guts to kill before he got killed, which I have to say is a very tempting thought. Guess I just don’t want to disappoint Nightwing. He’s the only person that’s keeping me from killing these sons of bitches.”

You winced as you heard more hostages scream and call out for you in agony. You whispered out, brokenly, “I can’t save them. They’re dying and I’m just hiding behind a crate, holding myself together and trying to make sure I don’t die. What kind of a hero does that make me?” You groaned as you shifted. “They got me good in that room. I’m not going to be able to make a run for it.”

“Do you think I’ll see Wally on the other side? Or Jaybird? God, I hope it’s not just me over there. I think I’d go insane. Maybe I’ll see my parents again. Or my siblings.” Tears were freely falling over your face. “I’m so sorry. God, Wing, I’m so sorry. I’m sorry I didn’t make it until the end of your sabbatical. I know we had a deal. I’m sorry.”

You took in a deep breath, groaning as you turned around. “Here goes nothing,” you whispered to yourself. “This is gonna hurt. Just try not to get shot again. Avoid knives. Avoid the flame thrower. Who the hell owns a freaking flamethrower? Okay, now you’re getting distracted. And...Go.”

You shot out of your hiding place and threw your throwing stars at the first line of offence you saw. You hid behind a pillar next, breathing hard. You watched as your blood pooled around your feet.

Coming out from behind the pillar, you attacked the person closest to you, using him as a shield as you got closer to the group of killers. You knocked the man out and attacked the next person and the next until you finally fell and couldn’t get back up.

You waited for the kill shot to come, but it never did, only the blackness of unconsciousness did.

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You slowly woke up to the pain and aches of your body. You let out a low groan as you opened your eyes to a bright light. “You’re awake. Wonderful. We’ll be escorting you to the big boss. Try anything and you won’t like the outcome.”

You barely understood anything he said before he was uncuffing you and dragging you along through the compound. Once you reached the desired room, you were unceremoniously thrown to the ground. You didn’t even try to push yourself up, knowing it would end in failure.

A couple of minutes later, the door opened again and a man walked in. “You’re bleeding all over my carpet,” he stated as he sat down.

“I’ll try to keep my blood to myself. Afterall, I should be so thankful your men injured me enough to make me bleed. Remind me to thank them when I see them,” you ground out as you sat up.

“Keep talking like that and you’ll have a couple more injuries to catalogue.”

“Do your worst.”

He laughed, the laugh sending shivers down your spine. In all the intel Batman had given you, you’d never seen the boss’s face nor his name. Now, looking back on it, you probably shouldn’t have taken the mission. A lot of information was missing.

“I know people who would pay loads of money to have you all to themselves-”

“Just realize that The Joker would screw you over and you wouldn’t get paid from him,” you stated as you glared at him.

“Oh, worse than Joker, darling. I was thinking more along the lines of (Y/E/N). Seems to hate you more than the rest.”

“A lot of people hate me,” you stated.

“You know, those last words of yours, very touching. The Bat left out a lot of information when he gave you this mission, didn’t he? He sent you on a suicide mission and you went along with it. I thought you vigilantes were meant to be smart. No one is going to look for you. The Bat won’t send anyone to look for your body. What a good day it is to be a villain.”

You stayed quiet as you thought it over. Did Batman leave out information just to get rid of you? Did he hate you that much?

“Hit a nerve, did I?” He was smirking and standing in front of his desk now. “Did you really believe any of them cared about you? Guess I shouldn’t be surprised. From your file, it seems you put your faith in everyone, even those who have hurt you before. Like you put your faith in the Bat’s intel even after your falling out with him.”

“And what do you? Sit in this office all day and instill fear into your followers? That’s no way to run an organization. They must have faith in you but you hate faith. You keep everyone at a distance, never letting anyone in and the second someone ‘has a falling out’ with you, you kill them. One loose screw, and your whole organization will fall apart, I can guarantee that. At least in my faith, I know that the League will always stand while organization like yours fall, sometimes not even by vigilante hands.”

He smirked before lifting you up and slamming you into the wall. “I’m going to enjoy breaking the faith you have during your stay here.”

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8 weeks later

Your bruised and bloody body was strung from the ceiling. You had just finished a round of what you liked to call ‘hit the pinata’ where the goons used different objects to see what they did to your body. Now they were moving on to the slicing parts of your body open phase. It was almost the same routine every day. They’d do the pinata thing then slice your body open before leaving and the Boss would come in and ask you some questions. When he didn’t get the answer he wanted, he’d have the men come back in and break your bones or electrocute you or waterboard you.

In the distance, you heard gun fire. You raised your head slightly. You had given up three weeks ago or so on anyone ever finding you, but that didn’t mean that you told the Boss everything he wanted to know. It also didn’t mean you didn’t stop dreaming of finally being rescued from this hell hole.

The two men in the room looked at each other before looking at you. You simply raised an eyebrow at them as one of them left to see what the commotion was. The one left in the room, continued to torture you as the sounds of fighting got closer.

You let out a humorless laugh as the man continued to cut you open. The man stepped in front of you and glared, “why are you laughing?”

You smirked before responding, “you’re about to be in a world of hurt.”

Before the man could respond, the door was blown open and three vigilantes you thought you’d never see again walked through the opening. Damian was the one to take down the man holding the knife while Conner broke your bindings and Nightwing caught you as you fell.

A soft groan left your lips and Nightwing apologized as he shifted you in his arms. “You’re going to be okay. I’m going to make sure you’re okay,” he kept muttering over and over.

You reached a heavy hand up to his cheek to stop him for a second. You licked your dry, split lips before opening your mouth. “Just smile, I really need you to smile right now.”

Dick paused before giving you a small smile, making the corner of your lips turn up slightly.

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Ever since you had gotten back to the medical bay at Mount Justice, you’d just stared at the wall. You hadn’t talked to Dick again which really worried him, and you wouldn’t talk to Damien, Tim, Barbara, or Conner. You wouldn’t talk to any of your teammates from the Justice League. The only response you had given was when Batman walked into the medical bay. You’d almost hurt yourself, getting up and throwing punches at him and telling him to ‘fuck off’.

That had really worried Dick. He’s heard some of the tapes from the coms, and he guessed that there was more than he’d heard. From the way Clark and Diana acted, he guessed that they involved Bruce. That’s why he’d had Tim hack the Watchtower and retrieve the rest of the tapes. That’s what he and the other members of Young Justice were listening to as you stopped at the entrance to the common area.

“Batman, I know you’re there. Please answer.”

Static sounded.

“Batman, this mission is too dangerous for just myself. I need back up.”

You could hear the movement and talking of the organization members in the room with you.

“We have hostages and before I could get the intel, I would be killed along with them. We have too many warm bodies.”

Static.

“Batman, if you’re listening, forget our differences. I need help. I’m admitting it. I can’t do this by myself. This is a suicide mission and I can’t get out without alerting them to my presence. I need backup and I’m begging you to send backup. Please.”

Silence.

They heard tinkering with the com before your voice filled the room again. “(Y/H/N) to anyone listening. I need backup. I’m not going to make this one by myself. The intel was wrong. I need help-”

Gunshots sounded and they heard your intake of breath. “They know I’m here. If anyone is getting this, I need your help.”

The sounds of gunfire and fighting could be heard for the next several minutes as you remembered every movement you made in that compound. You were brought from your memories as you heard your voice again.

“You’ve got to get out of here now. Don’t stop. Don’t look back. Just run like hell.”

Your hisses of pain and gunfire were the only things heard as the running and screaming hostages faded away. “To anyone listening, I don’t think I’m getting out of this one. There’s too many of them, I can’t even get to the hostages anymore. I can hear them being slaughtered. I transmitted the intel to the Watchtower, so you’ll have everything you need to bring the organization down. Young Justice, if you get to listen to this, I’m sorry I won’t be there for you anymore. You mean the world to me-” The slight scream that had left your mouth made you jump. “Guess that’s the way I’m going to go out. They’re gonna shish kabob me.” You even had to admit that the laugh you let out sounded defeated. It kind of scared you.

“You know, Bats, I think this is how Jason felt when Joker was about to blow him up. He knew no one was coming for him, or, at least, no one was going to get there in time. I believe he also cursed at how he didn’t have the guts to kill before he got killed, which I have to say is a very tempting thought. Guess I just don’t want to disappoint Nightwing. He’s the only person that’s keeping me from killing these sons of bitches.” You could see the team was tense and Dick was ready to punch something. His jaw was clenched and his fists were tightly wrapped around the arms of the chair he at in.

The screams and groans of the men and women being slaughtered was heard in the background before your voice was heard again. You could hear how broken you were becoming over the whole situation. “I can’t save them. They’re dying and I’m just hiding behind a crate, holding myself together and trying to make sure I don’t die. What kind of a hero does that make me?” Your own groan was heard this time. “They got me good in that room. I’m not going to be able to make a run for it.”

A couple of labored breaths later and you spoke again.

“Do you think I’ll see Wally on the other side? Or Jaybird? God, I hope it’s not just me over there. I think I’d go insane. Maybe I’ll see my parents again. Or my siblings.” You could hear the tears in your voice as you spoke. “I’m so sorry. God, Wing, I’m so sorry. I’m sorry I didn’t make it until the end of your sabbatical. I know we had a deal. I’m sorry.”

Dick shuddered as he put his face in his hands. Much of the team was already crying.

Your deep breathing and groans were heard on the audio. “Here goes nothing,” you whispered to yourself. “This is gonna hurt. Just try not to get shot again. Avoid knives. Avoid the flame thrower. Who the hell owns a freaking flamethrower? Okay, now you’re getting distracted. And...Go.”

The rest of the audio was full of fighting and you and the people you were able to take down groaning.

You were looking at the ground as you spoke to the group who had no idea you were there. “I could probably find the tapes of my torture if you would like to see those too. Hear the things that were said and what I said. Want to watch me give up on everything? That’s there too. Continue to torture yourselves, it’s amusing,” you growled out as you walked into the room.

“What happened on those audio tapes...it’s not going to be something I forget, nor will I ever be fully over it. The thing that happened to me in that compound have changed me, I’m not going to deny it. The one thing that I have control over is how you all see me. Torturing yourselves with these audio tapes is not how I want you to start looking at me, like I’m some broken toy. I thought for sure I was going to die in there just to find out that the head of the organization wanted to keep me around for information and a fun play thing. What you’ve heard on those tapes were what I thought were my last thoughts. Well, they aren’t my last thoughts, I’m still alive. So get over it. If I hear those tapes again or hear you talking about those tapes, I will hurt each and every person who is involved. I want to put that part of my experience in the compound behind me. You should as well.” By this point, you were leaning heavily against the wall as your strength diminished.

Dick was quick to stand beside you and help you to the chair he had previously been in. You hissed as you sat down and glared at those who gave you pitying looks. “I would like to see the tapes of your torture so I can do the same to the bastard that hurt you,” Damien stated after a stretch of silence.

You rose an eyebrow as you looked at him, a small chuckle leaving your body. “If anyone is going to do anything to him, it will be me. I’d like to break him like he broke me,” you whispered the last part, looking down at your hands.

The faith you’d had in the teams at the start of the mission had slowly been broken in your eight weeks with the boss of the organization. He’d been right. He did break my faith. He’d enjoyed it too. “(Y/N), you’re not broken. You’re just on the mend,” Conner tried to comfort.

My eyes snapped up to him. “By the time you got there, I had given up on being found. I’d given up on all of you. Every day for eight weeks he would come in and not only try to get information from me, but slowly break away the trust and faith I had in each and every one of you. By the time you got there, I was hoping that every day he’d come in, he’d order me to be killed. By the time you got there I was ready to die. By the time you fucking got there, all of me was tired and broken!”

Your rant had left you breathless. You voice had broken on the last couple of words from not using your voice much over the past week. But you weren’t finished. Before anyone could speak, you continued in a quieter tone. “Batman and I had a falling out. Yet I put my faith in him for this mission where all the intel was wrong. It was supposed to be only about forty men in the compound. If there were any hostages, there were only going to be about three. The room where all the intel I needed would be an easy in and out with only two or so men in there and barely any guns. When I got there, there were about forty hostages, hundreds of men, and hundreds of guns. The room was extremely hard to get in. I had to wait for someone to open the door to slip in so I wouldn’t be seen.

“To top it all off, when I radioed the Tower, no one answered, but I knew someone had to be monitoring the ongoing missions, including mine. I knew that Batman was the one on monitoring duty. He never responded to me and yet he has all of these tapes of what I said during my mission. So the first person I lost faith in was in the middle of my mission and that person was Batman because he left me to die in that place. He sent me on a suicide mission. I didn’t fully lose faith until I met with the Boss of the organization when he mentioned there was intel that The Bat had left out.

“Then, over the next week, I lost faith in the Justice League because they’re the best of the best and are suppose to be able to find their team members and help them when they’re in need. They’re suppose to have your back. I realized that I didn’t matter to them. That if I died, they wouldn’t care because I had never truly been one of them.

“Over the course of the next couple of weeks, I lost my faith in each of you individually, starting with the newer members, of course because I hadn’t known you as long. Weeks seven and eight, I lost my faith in all of the Bat siblings because I thought, surely, if anyone could find me, it would have been them. With Red Robin’s hacking skills, Nightwing’s determination, Robin’s loyalty, and Bat Girl’s caring nature they would be able to find me.

“Do you want to know how he made me lose faith in the four of you? He would break every single bone in my body before feeding me an elixir that healed the bones and then he would show me the headlines about all of you going on in your daily crime fighting. It was like you all had forgotten about me. But what really put the final nail in the coffin was the headline with a picture of the whole team smiling together like there was not a care in the world. I don’t even remember the story behind it, but all I know is I wasn’t in the picture and you all looked happy as could be. That’s when I really started to think about Jaybird. I wondered if that was how he felt leading up to his death...but this was so much worse because I’m still alive. I have to live with these feelings and he got to die and not have to feel this way anymore.

“I look at all of you every single day when you come to visit and all I can think about is how much I hate you all for leaving me there with him for eight weeks. I hate you for letting me become so broken that I can’t even trust my boyfriend anymore. I hate you for making me question who I am and who I was.”

You took a deep breath before standing up. “Eight weeks is a long time for someone hoping they’ll die just so they don’t have to deal with what they feel for people they once cared about. The sad thing is, I’m so fucking loyal to each and every one of you so I can’t walk away. I’d still fucking die for you, but I hate you. Tell me how I can live with that for the rest of my life. I wish he’d have killed me long before you found me.”