#sapphire x rae

[lustsfuls]

BASING  ON  HOW  RAE  ACTED,  sapphire  assumed  that  the  redhead‘s  grievance  dissipated,  much  to  her  relief.  ❝i‘ve  missed  you  too,  darling.❞  she  cupped  either  side  of  her  face  and  caressed  her  cheeks.  ❝yes,  i  promise.❞  she  leaned  down  to  kiss  rae  once  more.  ❝now,  let  me  make  it  up  to  you.❞

and just like that, rae had forgotten why she’d been angry at the blonde to begin with. “i missed you so much.” truthfully, their argument had been over something trivial, both saying stupid things until sapphire finally snapped at her. “let’s promise to just talk things out next time.”

[anastasiareadsnwrites]

May I please ask for a Violet Bridgerton x Fem! Baker reader?

Good Old Fashioned Lover Girl Part I (Violet Bridgerton x Fem! Reader)

Part I, Part II, Part III

Author's note: Thank you so much for requesting. Violet and the other mama's from the Ton have my whole heart. Such a golden retriever that woman. If this fanfic was not to your liking, please request another. Don't be shy. This fic was not proofread.

Summary: You've been working really late for a while. Violet just happened to find you working rather late, and soon, a friendship blooms and you realize why come she hasn't come down sooner.

Warning(s): gossip, mention of running away, homophobic parent(s), mention of loneliness, mention of old lovers, more to be added

The MAIN Masterlist

The Bridgerton Masterlist

A small timer turned off, and a ringing could be heard as you sighed. Putting down your cards and smiled at the other lady who smiled back. Your helper for today. Miss Jeanette, she's been working here for quite a while. An absolute dove that one. Though in all staff you were about the fourth oldest. The oldest being Mrs. Wilson.

"Jeanette, can you help me with these. The mitts are on the counter beside you." You gave a small hum as you got the trays ready on the larger counter beside the oven.

"Yes, ma'am." She got up from the round table in the corner where the both of you were playing cards that you were losing quite badly at.

"I must say, I heard from Rae, Mrs. Bridgertons' personal maid that they were expecting another little one. Not only that, but they plan to throw a ball to surprise dowager Lady Bridgerton." Jeanette said as she placed the two trays on top of the counter onto one of your hand-made cooling racks so they wouldn't make the table hot.

"It is almost dark. I can handle the rest myself. Thank you, dear." You smiled as the other woman looked at you with her doe eyes. "Are you sure? I can help plenty." She almost sounded like she was pleading to spend more time with you but dismissed the woman and gave her a kind, loving smile.

You sighed as you waited for the small pastries to cool down before you could top them off with some of the frosting. You didn't want the frosting melting onto the pastry, or else it wouldn't look as appropriate as you imagined. You looked back at the table where your papers and ink were separated from the pile of cards that you promised to put away.

Setting the timer again for a few minutes as you walked toward the table, wiping your hands on your apron as you itched closer and closer to the table.

Dear Mom and Dad,

It's been quite a while since I wrote. I have found a rather well paying job, and I soon hope to return back home, if you will allow me, of course. I know I left on a rather daft term, but I wish to right my wrong. I wish to come home and take my right place in the household.

Yours truly,

Y/n L/n

You stared at the letter debating on your words. With a huff, you dropped the letter onto the table and sighed. You ran your finger through your hair as you clutched at the strands of your h/c hair.

One of the grave things you ever did was run away from home with your female lover, who soon had to fulfill her role with her husband. The last you hear was that her husband died and she hasn't been out in society until tonight.

She must've loved her husband dearly but to be back so soon on society could cause rumors.

You groaned as you thought about it further, closing your eyes as you did so until you heard someone clear their throat, causing you to jump in your seat.

Looking to where the sound had emitted from you couldn't help but gasp loudly as you seen the lady standing there.

"My apologies if I disturbed you." The voice came out to whisper as she stood by the door.

Immediately, you jumped out from your chair and gave a quick bow to the lady. "No need to apologize, my lady. I should be the one apologizing. I should be more aware of my surroundings." You muttered before looking up at her blue eyes. Sapphire eyes.

"Lady Brigderton, I wasn't expecting your arrival down here." You muttered in a gentle tone.

"I must apologize. I was not aware anyone was down here." You nodded in acknowledgement as you shifted onto one foot an the other not knowing what to do.

"Would you like some tea, Lady Bridgerton?" You asked, and she gave a small nod and a smile. You walked over to the stove and turned it on, placing a kettle on top to reheat the water from the previous time you made tea for yourself. You stood there for a little bit, waiting for the right time to add the tea leaves. Finally, when the time was right, you added the leaves and walked off to let it seep. You would have to clean out the kettle again soon.

The timer went off for the pastries, and you turned around to get the frosting. Violets soft eyes watched as you busied yourself in the kitchen in her presence, and a small smile graced her angelic face. She sat herself at the small round table in the corner where you happened to leave your letter to your guardians.

"If I may, what were you doing?" Her voice cut through the air, causing you to stop in your tracks. You were about done in topping the pastries to your liking and storing them away for the following day.

"I was writing to my parents, my lady." Your husky voice responded back, causing her to slightly shiver. The kettle soon came to a whistle, and you immediately turned it off. You grabbed one cup for Violet and grabbed your own cup that was half way full.

You tilted the kettle pouring in the hot liquid into the teacup, being mindful of how much you should pour for the lady.

"Oh, that sounds lovely." She smiled in your direction, and you gave her another smile and tilt of your head, and you placed the tea cup onto a saucer and brought it to her.

Your finger slightly grazed hers, and she parted her lips in a small audible gasp.

"Are you well, my lady?" You asked as you turned and grabbed your own tea cup and sat where the other maid had sat earlier.

"Yes, of course. Just the smell is lovely."

"Yes, a lovely tea blend indeed, ma'am"

You grabbed the paper that sat in front of you. You couldn't let Lady Bridgerton figure out who you were, nor were you going to risk it. So, you gave a silent huff and folded the piece of paper, and shoved it into your front pocket.

Violet sipped away at her tea, savoring the taste. Now, what was she doing down here at this time of hour. Surely, it wouldn't be a bother to you, but it was rather late. Sure, you had sleepless nights yourself, but for someone so high up the ranks, surely it was because something was eating away at her mind.

"My apologies, my lady. But what has you up at this time of hour?" You questioned as you cradled the cup in your hands, and you stared off into the kitchen, looking at what needed to be done.

"Do you ever feel lonely down here? By yourself?" She voiced in a whisper. And that certainly caught your attention. "My Lady, I have had many sleepless nights. Yes, I feel lonely at times, but I have become accustomed to it." You brought the cup to your lips and spared a glanced to the lady that seemed to found the floor and her cup interesting.

Her brown tresses were let down from their usual updos. They looked soft enough to run your hands through, and you knew running your hands through soft hair was actually kinda relaxing.

You gave her another look, noticing that she took a deep breath in and out. Something was eating at her, and you couldn't help it, but you took her hand into yours. Your thumb ran over her knuckles, and she tensed and relaxed. "Whatever it is, my lady. It will surely pass and you will be well again." You gave her a reassuring smile and retracted your hands. You felt the emptiness it had left when you touched her warm hands.

"Yes, thank you." She muttered and glanced anywhere but you. Suddenly she stood up and it nearly startled you. "Well, thank you for the tea Miss..."

"Please, no need to be formal with me, Lady Bridgerton. Call me Y/n"

"Y/n." She tested your name, and that sent shivers through your body. "Well, thank you, Y/n." She smiled and started for the door.

You smiled and stood up to clean what dishes and pans that you had used to make pastries and other goods.

Lady Violet Bridgerton was a wallflower herself, and yet you had many suitors when you were both thrust upon the marriage market. Yes, the marriage market. Your father. A viscount, who was an absolute loving father until it came to you not wanting to marry a man but rather a woman. He was, of course, furious that he didn't set a good example.

But that didn't make you hate him. You left your home in order to marry that woman that you loved but found yourself liking another. She was rather keen on the idea of you liking another, but she told you to follow your heart, and that's what you did.

[andallthatmishigas]

Tagged by @blossom--of--snow

post a pic of a place, animal, plant, character, season, hobby, color, gemstone, + food that reminds me of myself

(Disneyland Haunted Mansion, fennec fox, purple peonies, Abbey Bartlet, autumn, playing piano, violet, star sapphire, mac & cheese)

This was fun!

Tagging: @bella-caecilia @comepraisetheinfanta @doctoraliceharvey @featherpluckn @holy-ships-x-red-lips @margotgrissom @ohtobealady @rae-gar-targaryen

[lustsfuls]

HALLOWEEN  WAS  SUPPOSED  TO  BE  spooky  yet  rae  looked  stunning  in  her  chosen  costume.  sapphire  zipped  up  her  dress,  and  looked  at  her  through  the  mirror.  ❝we  don‘t  have  to.  plus,  arriving  late  is  an  opportunity  to  have  people‘s  eyes  on  us.❞  she  winked  at  the  redhead  playfully.  hearing  her  next  request,  she  contemplated  on  how  to  make  that  mark.  ❝i‘ll  have  to  bite  your  neck  slightly  to  serve  as  a  guide  for  the  marks.❞

the redhead, ever enchanted by the allure of vampire aesthetics, chose to embody one of dracula’s brides, carefully fitting fangs over her teeth while sapphire helped zip up her dress. “in case it’s not obvious, i’m not usually one for parties, so i wasn’t sure if we had to arrive exactly on time.” if not for sapphire, rae would have gladly spent the evening curled up on her couch, watching a movie. “oh, could you add a bloody bite mark on my neck?”

[lizzisimss]

Totally Spies CC List: Youtube Video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MYWnGjx36sA

Sam

Body: miiko - sophie-body-preset-v2, [ d r e a m g i r l ] 3 D_l a s h e s_V5, Pralinesims_Nails_Female_N27_SugarMilk, nesurii_lightitup-highlight, Simbience_HauteSkinblend, PYXIS - ToTheBone_Nosemasks, PS - Eyes_N157

Everyday: [hs] – Bad Friend Hair V2, (kumikya) carly outfit, [IDAVALLEN] - WILLOW TIGHTS SET, Madlen Isabis Boots

Formal: greenllamas - Amethyst Hair, MSBEARY_Satbd41inHandkerchiefTop, CLUMSYALIEN - Isolde Skirt, CLUMSYALIEN - Blossom Earrings, Madlen Furaha Shoes

Sports: [hs] – Darlene Hair V2, [ d r e a m g i r l ] b u t t o n_t a n k, Plbsims_Yuri_Shorts, [Mochizen CC] - Everyday Sneakers Female Vers

Sleep: Marsosims – Narra Hair, {lxhtopps} - Winnie Baby Tee, CSxDSxOxT_oakiyo_Sam_Trousers_solids, CLUMSYALIEN [REN SOCKS]

Party: [greenllamas] - SCREAM_Riley_Hair, {busra-tr} Dress BD243 +HQ, , [WAEKEY] - Mesh Top Accessory, [IDAVALLEN] - WILLOW TIGHTS SET, Madlen Suzu Boots, okruee-blair-hair(band)

Swimwear: [hs] – Bad Friend Hair V2, [AxA]-NicoleSwimsuit, serenity - Plastic slides

Warm Weather: miiko-flora-hair, Ridgeport – Brioche Top, AH00B – Sophia Skirt, Kumikya – Luvsik Socks, serenity - Converse Sneakers

Cold Weather: miiko-minako-hair, [vikaixgreenllamas]CosmosDress, RidgeportMynxTights, CLUMSYALIEN [RAE SCARF], Madlen Florian Shoes

Clover

Body: [ d r e a m g i r l ] 3 D_l a s h e s_V5, miiko-serena-body-preset, Pralinesims_Nails_Female_N27_SugarMilk, nesurii_lightitup-highlight, Simbience_HauteSkinblend, PYXIS - ToTheBone_Nosemasks, PS - Eyes_N157

Everyday: greenllamas - Sapphire Hair, VIIAVI - Dahlia Wrap Top, [greenllamas] BRATZ_Bunny_Boo_Pants, Madlen Puricelli Boots

Formal: greenllamas - Alexa Hair, serenity - Ashley Dress, Madlen Stella Shoes

Sports: CLUMSYALIEN [OLIVIA HAIR], blushchat_callie top, CSxDSxOxT_Trillyke_Suri_Shorts, DarkNighTt Sims - Tekno Sneakers

Sleep: greenllamas - Sapphire Hair,  Dissia_Lila Top, simggukMOONCHILDpantsyf

Party: [greenllamas] - SCREAM_Casey_Hair, Simpliciaty – Rebecca Skirt, Magnolia C - Kimmie Glasses, Aladdin x Aretha - Alexis Top, DarkNighTt Sims-Patreon - Koi Trinity Boots, BED_FM Basic ver beret(HQ)

Swimwear: greenllamas - Sapphire Hair, [sudal] - Summer Vacation collab Swim suit F

Warm Weather: CLUMSYALIEN - Manon Hair, [Gorilla Gorilla Gorilla] Ribbed Two Piece Mini Dress, serenity - Smoke Boots, [RIMINGS] Bucket hat

Cold Weather: greenllamas - Sapphire Hair, CLUMSYALIEN [ANDREA SWEATER], serenity – SC Jeans 01, DarkNighTt Sims-Patreon - Tread Slick Platform High Sneakers, CLUMSYALIEN [RAE SCARF], [RIMINGS] CHANEL Brooch Beret

Alex

Body: miiko - mae-body-preset, [ d r e a m g i r l ] 3 D_l a s h e s_V5, Pralinesims_Nails_Female_N27_SugarMilk, nesurii_lightitup-highlight, Simbience_HauteSkinblend, PYXIS - ToTheBone_Nosemasks, PS - Eyes_N157

Everyday: CLUMSYALIEN [MISTY HAIR], VIIAVI - Ludus Top, Dyoreos – Daydream Skirt, Dyoreos – Carnival Boots, okruee-blair-hair(band)

Formal: okuree - Paris Hair, [RIMINGS] FENDI Coat & Turtleneck Dress, Aladdin x Aretha - Fishnet Tights, Madlen Sandra Boots

Sports: [hs] – Carey Hair, MSBEARY_TiedHalterTop, [amelylina] - Toru shorts, [amelylina] - Mina shoes,  NucrestsyuHatPiscesBeanieLifted

Sleep: AHarris00Britney - Yeojin Hair Set, simggukMOONCHILDpantsyf

Party: ImVikai - Lana Hair, dreamgirl - tied cardigan, CSxDSxOxT_Trillyke_Tori_Skirt, [greenllamas] BRATZ_Halo_Hat, Madlen Bastian Boots

Swimwear: CLUMSYALIEN [MISTY HAIR], [AxA]-KoriTop_Solids, kumikya lilac set (bottoms)

Warm Weather: [Aladdin x Aretha] - Fawn Hair no ombre, doghug_nye_tee, PLBSims – Naughty Skirt, Magnolia C - Rush Necklace, serenity - Converse Sneakers, [IDAVALLEN] - WILLOW TIGHTS SET

Cold Weather: CLUMSYALIEN [MISTY HAIR], serenity - Daisy Dress, RidgeportMynxTights, Madlen - Domenica Boots, CASTERU_Jimin Backwards Beret Cap

[x-queen-of-disaster-x]

Ruby/Sapphire AMV - Love Again

*Fanarts are not mine. Sources here and here.* 

[the-bau-quinjet]

Want a cookie?

Bucky x reader

Summary: Bucky hears you singing in the middle of the night.

Warnings: mention of his nightmares

Word Count: 745

a/n: I can't help but think about Bucky every time I hear a song about a guy with blue eyes... or the color blue. I need help. The song is "Put Your Records On" by Corinne Bailey Rae. Also, this is the shortest thing I've ever written, and I'm actually proud of myself for not dragging it out.

Masterlist

It wasn't uncommon for Bucky to be awake in the middle of the night. Maybe he never went to sleep, maybe he woke up from a nightmare. Either way, it happened a lot.

If he hadn't gone to bed, he would usually end up watching some random tv show or movie someone suggested. If he woke up, he would wander the halls aimlessly. Anything to get his mind to calm down.

Tonight, it was a nightmare. It wasn't any worse than usual, but he was just so tired. He wanted to sleep, but he couldn't. Instead he wandered around the compound, no destination in mind.

After a few minutes, he heard something. No, someone. You. You were singing. He didn't know the song, but it was soothing.

"Three little birds sat on my window. And they told me I don't need to worry."

Normally after a nightmare, he would turn around if he heard anyone. He wasn't one to share the burden of his pain, even if someone was willing.

"Summer came like cinnamon, so sweet. Little girls double-dutch on the concrete."

He gravitated toward your voice, unaware he was even doing it until he was right outside the kitchen. He couldn't see you yet, but your voice was so clear.

"Maybe sometimes we got it wrong, but it's all right. The more things seem to change, the more they stay the same."

"Shit." You cut yourself off, having dropped a cup measure. You looked around, as if afraid you were disturbing someone else even though you were alone in the kitchen.

You placed the cup in the sink, moving back to continue mixing the cookie dough. It was therapeutic for you, baking. Especially in the middle of the night when nobody was asking when it would be ready.

Bucky waited outside the door, hopeful you would start singing again. He craved the soothing sound. Needed it more than anything at the moment.

"Ooh don't you hesitate."

Your voice echoed softly through the kitchen, but sudden enough to startle him out of his hiding place.

You noticed him of course, saw him out of the corner of your eye. You didn't say anything thought, knowing why he couldn't sleep. It was similar enough for you. Instead you kept singing, rewording the song in an effort to soothe him.

"Boy, put your records on. Tell me your favorite song, you go ahead let your hair down."

He shuffled farther in the room, figuring he was already caught. He watched as you shaped cookies, never looking away from your hands.

"Sapphire and faded jeans, I hope you get your dreams. Just go ahead let your hair down."

He laid his head over his arms on the counter, watching as you swayed and danced around the kitchen.

"You're gonna find yourself somewhere, somehow."

You put the cookies in the oven, setting a timer on your phone. He thought you might stop. That you might sit next to him and ask him what's wrong.

Instead, you carried the dishes to the sink and began washing them.

"Just more than I could take. Pity for pity's sake."

He sighed a breath of relief at not having to answer questions. He just listened to the words, letting the melody calm him.

"Some nights kept me awake. I thought that I was stronger."

That line hit him more than the rest. He could feel his heart rate elevate, the anxiety of the not being strong enough pressing down on him.

You turned to look at him as you kept singing, trying to show that you were there for him. You would talk to him, but only if he wanted to.

"When you gonna realize that you don't even have to try any longer? Do what you want to."

He let the words wash over him, soothing the built up stress and panic. The rest of the song helped it fade away.

He didn't realize how close you had gotten until your hand cupped his cheek.

"Ooh, you're gonna find yourself somewhere, somehow."

You ran your thumb over his cheek, ridding him of any additional nerves.

"Thank you." He spoke for the first time, his voice a bit hoarse from waking up screaming.

"You deserve it, Buck." You smiled, moving to silence your phone alarm. You took the cookies out of the oven, sliding them onto a cooling rack, before turning back to him, a cheeky smile on your face.

"Want a cookie?"

[malcolmbrights-a]

@prodigalbitch

You know, I’ve often wondered why it is we have children in the first place. And the conclusion I’ve come to is.. At some point in our lives, we realize things are.. They’re screwed up beyond repair. So we decide to start again. Wipe the slate clean. Start fresh. And we have children. Little carbon copies we can turn to and say, “You will do what I could not. You will succeed where I have failed.” Because we want someone to get it right this time.

[anothertimdrakestan]

Lovebirds Damian Wayne x Reader

Words: 2.8k

Requested? Yes! From a few lovely anons!

“So far i am loving your blog and went through like all of your writing🥰💖💖💖💗💞! I was wondering if you could do 'star sapphire corp reader' x damien please? Like them getting together” and “Could you please do sapphire lantern reader with your choice of the batboys meeting on a mission?”

LINK TO PROMPTS  -> REQUESTS ARE STILL OPEN!

I absolutely love the sapphire corps! Thank you for these adorable requests! Dami plus a lover actually in tune with their emotions- hell they’re powered off the emotions- is too funny and so adorable! Also we are going to pretend that Raven and Damian aren’t a thing even though I’m using the DCAU teen titans alrighty? Plus it gives me a chance to ship BBRAE YEAHHHH! Hope you enjoy!

I’m so sorry it’s long it’s my first fic back I was so excited haha

“Deep breaths and English you got this” you stared at yourself in the mirror of your makeshift room in titan’s tower. Being the youngest member of the star sapphire corps you were the one tasked with the trip to earth, it made sense, no one wanted to work with teenage earthly heroes but you. Finally, a chance to meet a being similar in age to you! No more old hymns about the power earthly love, you were about to experience it first hand. 

Your mentor had called in a favor and you had been escorted to earth by none other than the physical embodiment of flirtatiousness, Hal Jordan. The trip itself was tiring so upon a midnight arrival you retired to your room without meeting anyone. Now, you could hear a bustling of voices, there was so much emotion radiating it seemed slightly overwhelming, so you opted to wait for Hal to come pull you from your room. 

At the familiar knock you shook away your nerves and flexed your hands into fists, feelings your ring almost pushing you to go outside. “Howdy miss l/n! Ready to meet your new team?” You were greeted with the cheesy grin that had apparently wooed your mentor, but always prodded you. “Good morning Hal, temporary team remember?” you replied, letting your aura be picked up by your purple light. Hal coughed awkwardly, “we walk on earth newbie, not many float here” embarrassed, you touched back down, clearing your throat as you exited your quarters. 

As you made your way down the hallway shouting grew, but upon you entering the room went quiet. With a small smile wave you scanned the room, noticing a green boy who was burning a strange looking food, two other boys who had froze to look at you but stood at a large table that made a strange sound, and lastly a raven haired boy who was sharpening a- sword? At ten in the morning? On the couch. The green boy came up to you first, ���hello! You must be y/n! I’m Gar, there’s Jaime, Vic, Robin, and Raven isn’t here but she’s also part of the team! Nice to meet’cha!” Trying to keep up with the names Gar started shouting “SHE’S HERE Y’ALL” apparently to summon a woman who looked like the leader, as she was much older. Following her was a younger girl in a purple cloak, you quite liked her look and vibes, though she felt quite closed off. 

After learning more about everyone at a team breakfast with strangely prepared food you were with the team getting suited up as your mission to travel to Celea, a planet whose environment was toxic to any being over 18, making it a “teen titan’s mission” as they called themselves. As some of the titan’s changed into their suits and prepped themselves for combat you bonded with Raven and Blue Beetle as you had all loaded onto the ship fairly easily. “So why do you have a powerless human on your team? Do you not worry for his safety?” you wondered as you watched Robin methodically pack all his gear. “Trust me, Robin could take all of us out if he wanted to, he’s earned his spot on the team from pure skill and being a little bit of a monster- OOMPH” Jaime was cut off by Raven nudging him. You couldn’t help wanting to hear Robin’s story, as you were like him too- powerless but highly trained and craving to do more. Luckily you had a couple hours of flight to get to know the mysterious boy. 

The ship was large, built for a league of heroes apparently. This meant the team had spread out but you had stayed in the piloting area to assure yourself the team was on the right trajectory, apparently Robin was as well. “You actually know where we’re going?” his voice shook you from your calculations. “Yes, I’ve visited Celea before, but never to fight it’s people” you mused, wondering how in just a few years since your visiting a toxic group of manipulative outlaws had attempted to stake their claim to the beautiful Celea. “TT, not much of a fighter?” Robin mused snarkily, his flitted down to the ring on your finger. “Y’know your team here thinks you’re pretty strong, but I’d wager you’d be easy work for me” you teased back, twisting your ring around your finger as Robin came closer to you. 

(TW FOR BLOOD)

Sitting next to you he began, “my abilities come from my skill, my wit, and my determination. I don’t believe you can say the same princess” you scoffed, “you underestimate me Robin, this ring is nothing without me, not the other way around. Powered from my emotional control and my creativity, my skill takes focus and agility not just glorified muscle memory” you winked at him, enjoying the banter. He scoffed in return. “Yes and what can you do with that ring that I cannot defeat with my blades” he mused. This invitation was perfect. You got up jubilantly, started your lecture. “Clearly you lack certain knowledge Robin, hand me one of your so called blades” you stuck your hand out as Robin rolled his eyes handing you a bat-shaped blade. Without a second thought you cut into the side of your arm, wincing at the pain. “Y/N! What are you doin-” you cut Robin off, beginning to channel your power. “You see, true power is the ability to heal any cut your blades could make, to take was has happened and turn it into a place of love, not malice or hate” as you said this, the familiar purple tone washed over your arm, easily mending the break in your skin. You noticed it felt faster than usual, but wiped it off as adrenaline. 

(TW OVER)

At the display of your powers Robin was in awe. “That’s not all I can do” you laughed, creating a small purple hand that pushed Robin’s open jaw closed. He stumbled back angrily, mumbling about accepting your abilities merit. “You impressed now Robin?” you grinned, sticking out your hand to him. He closed the distance, returning your handshake. “Damian.” he said softly. You swallowed, Damian. It was becoming. Your ring began to warmly glow, Damian snapped his hand away wearily as you cooled your emotions. “Oh uh! Sorry, energy burst” you said, it was a half truth at least. Damian nodded, moving to go clean the batarang. 

The rest of the trip was short, upon entering Celea you’d divided, Damian was with you as the both of you entered publicly while Beast Boy and Raven entered covertly, planning to cover you if the diplomatic endeavors went south. Blue Beetle and Cyborg, unfortunately, weren’t allowed in Celea as their tech was apparently very old and triggered the planet’s defense system, so they stayed up in the ship was manning comms, prepared for an air fight. 

Upon entering you were taken straight to the capital, a sapphire corps was a rarity on Celea and they were all excited for your help. You and Damian met the governing leaders, explaining that you were here to help end the tyranny on the dark side of the planet. As you had hoped, they agreed, you could feel their love for their planet was strong, but that was about all the love on the planet as everyone was so young. It felt slightly difficult to keep a reign on your emotions on Celea, the planet itself was a safe haven for children, almost like a giant orphanage ran by beings that reincarnated frequently as to stay alive on the planet, the concept of pure love was foreign to many of the children and unharnessable. It all felt quite isolating in comparison to earth, a planet driven by intense emotions. 

“You look tired already” Damian mused. “I’m fine, just not a huge fan of a child-only planet” you responded as you made your way towards the large base, preparing yourself for a fight. Before Damian could respond you were joined by Raven and Gar. Their presence eased some of the pressure. “You guys love each other, it’s refreshing” you said, both of them froze, staring at you. “Oh uh, we haven’t really talked about that yet” Raven whispered, staring at Gar who was grinning like a child in a candy shop. “I love you too Rae!” he cheered. “Not how I imagined I’d say it but, yes, I do love you idiot” she huffed. Your cheeks flushed, “oh uh, my bad sorry, it just, seemed so obvious” you giggled, secretly glad you’d brought the two together. 

“Just a couple’a couples!” Beast boy teased, you felt your cheeks redden, glancing to Damian who was now suddenly interested in looking anywhere but at you. You felt your ring begin to glow again, covering it with your other hand. “Oh wow! Look at that! We’re here! Battle time!” you cleared your throat, setting the group focus on infiltrating the rogue base. 

The base itself was relatively small, it hadn’t been flushed out yet but the four of you were here to clear it before they had the chance. Trying to establish a child trafficking ring on a planet of only children was disgusting, and needed stopping before it got the chance. You were especially passionate about this endeavor, the reason for you channeling the power of love was when you lost your sister, that loss of love taught you it’s importance even at a young age, and after training harder than anyone you knew you earned the ring, promising to defend love the way no one defended yours. You would protect these children at any cost. 

There was no need for stealth as you had the permission of the Celean government, it was more of an ambush. As Gar shifted into a large tiger, Raven donned her hood, and Damian stripped himself of the Celean garb, you noticed his Robin suit, littered in weapons and ties, he looked like a hero. There was that damn glow again. Channeling it into your focus you felt the warm aura surround you as you lifted off the ground, ready for a fight. 

“Y/n should say it!” BB roared, Raven nodded in agreement. “Say what?” you looked at Damian. “We have this tradition where the leader says ‘Titan’s Go’ then we fight, and I guess you’re our leader today” he said, you noticed the light tint hiding beneath his mask. “Okay!” you said, positioning yourself, flexing your hand to feel your ring one last time before shouting.

“TITANS GO!” 

And you were off, soaring through the air while BB and Robin took the ground. You noticed a few scared looking kids were being held in pens, and you decided to free them first. As Raven covered you easily, you floated down to the kids, accidentally bonking heads with Robin who stared at you. “I’m so sorry! It’s just we always have to-” “Get the kids out first” he finished your sentence, a small smile dancing at the corner of his mouth. For just a fraction of a second, your eyes flitted down to his lips, feeling his gaze of you the moment felt like slow motion before you both snapped out. “Let’s go! This way!” you used your ring to break the gates as Robin herded the kids out to freedom. 

Glancing up you saw a couple rogues grabbing kids as they tried to run away, your heart stopped when you saw one pull out a laser blaster. “Enough!” you screamed, violet rays exploding from your hands as you easily knocked them out of your way. Leaving your post you flew up and began eradicating anyone who tried to harm a child. “No one hurts my sister!” you screeched, your powers growing stronger by the second as you began dividing your powers between knocking out bad guys and literally carrying children to safety. As the last of the kids were safe you escorted Beast Boy out while you and Raven combined your powers to crunch up the base, making it unfixable and uninhabitable forever. 

Feeling the adrenaline subside you glanced down to see a herd of children cheering, but your focus drew to Damian who was propped up against a barrel, nursing a laser bullet wound. Rushing to his side you quickly pulled open his suit, a trail of blood trickled into your hands. “Damn kevlar doesn’t stop their bullets apparently” he coughed. “Oh my god Damian don’t go” Gar shifted next to you. “He’s not going anywhere” you said, focussing your energy, feeling the pain and imagining turning the warmth of blood into mending, the pools of blood are just pockets of blissful love. 

This wasn’t a good time to tell the team you’d never healed a wound this large before. Positive self talk right? Or negative. 

I’m alone on a planet of useless children, surrounded by a glorified furry, goth, and stocked vigilante. No one is here to help you y/n you’ve gotta do this. You felt the wounds begin to mend, after all that focus you’d barely started. Damian you idiot! If you die right now how will I know why my damn ring is gleaming everytime I see your cute face. Fuck. I didn’t mean cute. Yeah I did. Okay, save the cute face. Maybe kiss the cute face if you save it? Yeah. That’s a good deal y/n let’s do that. Your head was rushing through a million thoughts, anything to motivate you to do the impossible. Halfway there, you could feel it. “Holy cow, look! The wound is closing!” Gar pointed at Damian’s chest. “Y-yeah. No help from you green bean” you mumbled. “Oh I know what’ll help!” Gar squeaked, running off. You turned to Damian who was just staring at you bewildered. “Don’t look at me like that when I’m literally repairing your organs bird boy” you whispered through clenched teeth. 

Then a surge of power came over you, it felt raw and unchanneled, you glanced up to see Gar mid-kiss with Raven, giving you a thumbs up. The love was short lived, but enough to keep your engine revving. Alright girl you got this, heal, then kiss, maybe. Definitely heal first. He has to live. C’mon. “JUST LIVE DAMMIT” you shouted the last bit, feeling the last of your power drain while the wound completely closed. “Holy shit I’m a badass” you whispered, before feeling intensely light headed. 

You woke up in the ship med bay, jolting up. “HE LIVED HE LIVED” you burst up, throwing a fist in the air. The other corps members would be so proud! Your first battle with death you’d won! “You’re right I did live, thanks to you” a familiar voice brought you back down to earth. Next to your bed was Damian, now in casual clothes with a little bandaging on his other wounds. “Oh! uh yeah, you’re totally welcome” you grinned. Awkwardly Damian scooted closer to you. “I think I owe you a certain gratitude” he said, emotions dripping in his voice you hadn’t heard before. 

This time his eyes snapped down to your lips, as he leaned in you felt like you were dreaming. When your lips connected you couldn’t help but smile into the kiss, feeling lightheaded with pure joy. The kiss itself was soft, blissful and lovely. Damian’s lips felt soft against yours, like they fit with yours like a puzzle piece. Pulling away you stared at him shocked. “I could hear your thoughts when you were healing me, had to live up to your expectations” he winked while you covered your face with embarrassment. “Oh my gosh that’s so embarrassing yikes” you mumbled into your hands. You felt Damian’s hand slide under yours, caressing your cheek, drawing your eyes to his. “I thought it was pretty endearing personally, I suppose it’s because I was being saved by the most gorgeous, fascinating girl I know” he mused, before bringing you in for another kiss, this time more passionate, as if to show his feelings through a kiss instead of words. 

You spent the rest of your earthly get-away with the Titans, finding a sort of family with them. When you were called back to your people you promised to return in a few weeks, hoping to move your station to earth. They could always use another lantern right? 

When you returned to your mentor, C.Ferris you told her of your earthly adventures. She laughed, “a Star Sapphire’s greatest strength and weakness all wrapped into a snarky earth boy body” and you couldn’t help but agree. And with that, you were sent back to earth, this time returning as Dove, because every Robin needs a lovebird to help them along the way. 

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pairing: bodevan cash x reader genre: Doctor! AU, Romance, Angst, A tiny bit of Smut summary: After a fall out with your fianceé, and an opportunity to chase your dreams, you embark into a medical mission trip to Namibia where you run into self-taught doctor Bodevan Cash. Love ensues. word count: 4.7k a/n: I think you will love this. I loved writing this so, so much. This is the final chapert, BUT we still have the Epilogue to come. I’m opening a vote for my new story, if you want a Ned Kelly AU pls comment a 🥵below and if you want a George Mackay GossipGirl AU comment a 🤭.

❝the  sea,  the  majestic  sea,  breaks  everything,  crushes  everything,  cleans everything,  takes  everything...from  me.❞                                                                                             ― corinne  bailey  rae

THREE ｅｉｇｈｔｅｅｎ ｄａｙｓ

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Being completely, utterly honest, you were one of those doctors who suffered the hidden pleasure of actually enjoying Grey's Anatomy. Guilty as charged. Not ony our life, you've understood the guilt some of the characters experienced —Meredith, per se—when a phone buzzed loudly, the name of the person they were supposed to be committed to flashing on the screen, while they were trapped in dreamland and in the arms of someone else.

Empathy crawled over you, though, the thirteenth morning in Namibia. Over the bedside table, your phone spun over the fake wood as the ringtone chosen and reserved for Ethan and only Ethan, sneaked into your dream, grabbed you by the toes, and its claws were so sharp that on their attempt to drag you out, you jolted awake.

However, you weren't able to sit up all sweaty and scared. You tried to, but you were unable. The limbs in your body felt extremely stiff, heavy, and the source triggered the alarm system inside you. Someone's strong, perfect arms were resting tightly around your waist. Said someone, muffled and whined when you carefully freed your body and sat up, every inch of skin flushed red.

As things go, conveniently enough, it was almost midday, and you've slept curled up against Bodevan's frame. With the head buried on his chest, his arms encircling your waist, your legs mingled together... the entire flipping night.

Great. Just great.

The worst thing is —and it is shameful to admit, you must confess— the reason why you decided to answer Ethan's call that morning, was the fact that the longer your phone rang, the most possible it would wake Bo up. And firstly, you enjoyed the view too much to give it up. Secondly, the last thing you wanted was Bodevan to realise your fiancée had called.

By mere instinct, while you murmured a groggy Hello! to the speaker, your eyes travelled their usual route towards the exquisite engagement ring residing on your index finger. Then, right then, hell broke loose. Because there, right there, was none ring to be found.

Your eyes went wide, wild, and almost jumped out of your face when frantically, you introspected between the covers, underneath the carpet, across the floor only to be met with no sign of it.

Shit.

Shit.

Shit.

"Hey baby," Ethan's voice was sleepy, deep, and the obliviousness on it made your eyes water. "Did I wake you up, sleepyhead?"

Yes, he did, and your head is killing you.

How many drinks did you share with Bodevan last night?

How many bottles?

How on earth did you lose your engagement ring?!

"Yeah... It was a long night".

"Hospital emergency?" He pressed on, "You forgot to call me. I waited."

"Sorry, E," The apology means so much more, it quivers as you speak. "I was at the birthday party I mentioned before."

Bo rustled in the sheets beside you. Your voice must have woken him up.

The laughter at the other side of the phone, robbed back your attention, "Completely zoom out on that. How was it?".

"Fun, I guess..."

"So it was crap?"

"Yeah," you lied. More so, you didn't lie entirely. It was crap that you lost your ring, and it was crap that you snuggled all night with a boy who is not the one you're going to marry —and it was crap that if you're completely honest with yourself, you didn't give a shit about it. Because you were certain, almost certain, you have fallen in love with another man.

As in, with the man in front of you with wild pillow hair and piercing blue eyes.

With Bodevan Cash.

This was madness. Africa induced madness! Surely, this infatuation was a result of the miles-away syndrome. You haven't seen your fiancée in two weeks, and you have spent the majority of your days in the company of the uniquely weird boy.

But what if... what if the loss of your ring was destiny talking? Perhaps it was written in the stars that the sapphire engraved item wasn't supposed to be wrapped around your finger.

Fate or not, you needed to find it. You couldn't just give up on it and on Ethan. It wasn't fair, and you weren't that kind of girl.

In such wise, you cut the conversation short and hurriedly hung up the phone. Ethan believed your excuse: you slept in, and you needed to rush to the hospital for your rounds.

After you were enchanted by the fact that under a morning sky, Bo's eyes really did match, and you giggled and blushed over breakfast with him —you didn't share pancakes, you wouldn't do that to Ethan. The meal of choice was waffles and sweet but dark coffee—you two embarked on the exhausting search for the ring.

The starting point was the clinic, under the patient's cot. Then you searched across the beach, digging in the sand as if you were looking for seashells. You searched all over your cabin, in between the sheets, under the bed, inside the drawers...On day fourteen, you and Peera turned the teepee upside down, pushing furniture to the corners, emptying the shelves, to no avail. On day fifteen, you asked the hotel plumber to dismantle your sink, in  case in your drunken state you'd washed your hands and didn't notice it going down the drain. On day sixteen, you gave up the pursuit. On day seventeen, you came to terms with it and gathered enough courage to break the news to Ethan.

Today, on day eighteen, you are ready. Or at least, you think you are. Bodevan will be here soon, like every day around 9pm to strum some chords on his acoustic guitar and then play that silly game you invented a week ago where either of you would close their eyes, while the other wrote medical terms onto your skin. Whoever wins, gets to choose dinner —and breakfast, because weirdly enough, Bo has been staying the nights. And he always wins.

Holding yourself, in seek of steadiness, you dial Ethan's number. The rain has increased, and you wish upon the stars it delays Bodevan's arrival.

Ethan picks up almost immediately, "Hello, you. I'm on my lunch break, so you're on luck today."

Here it comes. No filter.

"I lost the ring."

"What ring?" He's chewing something, an apple you presume. Ethan loves apples.

"The engagement ring."

"You did what?" He is not screaming, but his voice is sharp, and it cuts right through you.

"I-I lost it. It fell off the night of Danny's birthday party."

"I see." You know what it's about to come, you recognise the tone on his voice as the one he employs when he's aiming to hurt. "You lost your engagement ring the day you got wasted while partying with that excuse of a doctor you're working for."

"I was not-", you hurry, "I mean I didn't..."

"Of course, you did. I know you. I know your hangover voice, and I'm not a fucking idiot."

"Ethan, I-"

"Will you cut the bullshit?" he intervenes, "This is your revenge from what happened with Harper. I understand."

Your mouth falls open, at a loss for words, "Are you implying that I lost your ring on purpose, to get back at you?"

"Yes," he said firmly. "That's exactly what I'm saying."

Rage curls in your stomach, "Wow. Real nice, Ethan. You really don't know me at all."

Ethan laughs. He fucking laughs. "I'm saying this because I know you." None of you talks for a minute, and then he breaks the silence, "I'll change your flight for tonight."

"No," calmly, you answer. "I'm not leaving until I find that stupid ring."

"Come on, you're never going to find it." Ethan sighs, evidently done dealing with your stupidity. "I will just buy you a new one."

"I don't want a new one," you say, still calm. You've been pacing back and forth concerning the decision you're about to make. Finally, you've made up your mind, and it's clearly the right choice. "I don't want an engagement ring, Ethan." The rest of the sentence goes quietly, "I-I don't want this marriage."

He sighs again, and you can picture him resting his fingertips between his eyebrows, tired of dealing with you and your feelings. Ethan has always been a cold man, and for a while, you thought the only person he was warm to was you. Such a fool. "Is this your way of saying you're still upset over my previous marriage?" asks Ethan. "Because you said you were fine, but I knew this would happen—"

"It's not just that," you confess, in part, you haven't get over it yet and eighteen days in Namibia haven't bought you enough time to do it.

"What are you saying?"

Your heart grows heavy. You hate this. But you have to do it.

"I can't marry you, E. I'm sorry. But I-I can't promise away my entire life with someone when I'm not even sure how I want to live it," you confess, voice breaking.

"Fallen out of love with me already, huh?" he questions, the pain sewed to his words, further breaking your heart.

"I love you. I'm just—It's been hard, this whole thing... we being liers, you being married, me being here..." You don't dare to say his name, but you think it. Bodevan. "I don't know what I'm supposed to know, but at least at this exact moment, I'm sure I can't marry you."

"Alright," comes the response, always calm, always composed. "Let's take a break. We'll talk when you're back."

"Ethan—"

"I'm hanging up now."

Before you could retort, he hangs up. You feel a strange sense of relief, even though something inside you broke with the knowledge of what you'd just done.

It isn't entirely over, you're aware. You still have to go back, and you have to face him, and return gifts, and send apology letters to the guests. But the confession is off your chest. You didn't want to lie to him anymore.

As you let out a deep, heavy sigh, you glance back and notice that right at the doorframe, stands your very own sun. Now you understand why it's raining and cloudy; sunlight is trapped in your cabin. Bodavan witnessed everything, and he is watching you, warily.

Plastering a smile on your face, you greet, "Hi."

He rubs the back of his neck. "I would ask if everything is okay, but clearly…"

Shaking your head, you explain, "It had to be done. I can't do this anymore. Pretend as if I love him like he loves me and spend the rest of my life with him. It's not fair to him, or to me."

Bodevan says nothing. For the first time in days, he looks incredibly flustered, ocean eyes avoiding any sort of contact with you. You open your mouth to say something, anything, but then he steals the words away.

"I apologise," he blurts. "It was inappropriate for me to spend so much time with you, and even worse t-to fall asleep with you in the same bed."

Your cheeks burn in embarrassment, shame. More so, hurt. "What are you saying? All of that was my choice, you didn't force me into anything. Wh-why are you apologising?"

"Because I have this... feeling that whatever just happened," Bo hurries his gaze away from you. "H-Happened because of me."

If there was a hole in the middle of your room, you would crawl inside and dig your way back to New York.

"It had nothing to do with you," you half-lie. "Nothing even happened between us," you snap, coming off rougher than you'd expected.

"Right," he murmurs, looking away. You can't fathom why the look on his face manages to break your heart more than cancelling your engagement had. "Let's play something then. W-Whats your favourite song?"

"Sweet Child O' Mine."

He smiles, "That's my mother's as well."

Bodevan shrugs off his wet jacket. He clears his throat and sits on the edge of your mattress, guitar resting on his lap. You hear the soft sound of his voice singing a much slower version of the song, and suddenly, you feel at peace. Absent-mindedly, you pick up Bo's signature mustard jacket, draping it over a loveseat so it can dry. Right off the bat, something silver and sparkling drops to the ground.

You gape. Lying there, on the floor, is your engagement ring. Looking undamaged and pristine. A smile would have curved your lips if it hadn't unmistakably fallen from Bodevans's jacket.

When you crouch down to pick it up, your mind begins to spin. Since when does Bo have it? Had he had it all along? Or had he found it and not told you?

The mere train of thoughts makes you sick to the stomach. You clutch the ring in your fist.

When Bo strums the last chords of the song, and his soft voice comes undone in a whisper, he looks up to find you standing there, features betraying the long lost smile.

You stare out at the bay, avoiding the gaze he refuses to haul away from you. His eyes are deep blue, as wild as the waves crashing the shoreline. Confusion is evident on his face, brows curved in the sense of bewilderment. Right now, Bodevan is a doctor, trying to diagnose your symptoms, and figure out what shifted inside you that has you bracing yourself against the biting gale off the water. And him.

You tug the yellow montgomery closer, but it is no use. Only one thing could warm you tonight, and he is out of reach. You miss the way he fills the circle of his arms with your body, leaning down to kiss the crown of your head —it should be an Anatomy case of interest, it seems to be customed as the perfect resting spot for his lips. But it is a good thing Ethan isn't here now. What he'd find out would leave a bruise on Bodevan's face, and it would be the last hit to turn you into pieces.

Bo's eyes drop to his jacket, your fist clenched around the fabric, and his face falls. Dr Cash found the disease, and it pains him, of course, it pains him. He just figured out, the source of your lack of well-being, is him.

"You know," he states, careful. The astonishment in his voice doesn't surprise you, yet you can't explain to yourself why it stings so much. You’re trying your hardest to stay calm. But a lump has formed in your throat, your stomach has turned into a thousand knots, and you can feel the tears building up inside your eyes.

"Why?" It is pathetic, really, how your voice breaks amidst a one-word sentence. The tears are free now, streaming down your cheeks. "I know it wasn't for the money. Unless you've fooled me on your Maoist shit as well."

"A fighter for the rights of poor farmers and landless labourers, seeking to overthrow the state and usher in a classless society? I am."

"Then, why did you do this?"

Bodevan looks away, clearly weighing his options. It takes him a second, and then he is down on his knees, staring up at you with big ocean eyes, and your legs turn to jelly.

"I know what you think, but I didn't do this to hurt you," he grabs your hand, and you feel his fingerpads as though they were burning through my skin. He takes your palm in his own, urging to open up your fist. "You have broadened my mind, you've helped me grow. The way you've opened me up —you've penetrated deep inside me. Like if you had cut me open in the operating table and filled my insides with you. And I know I penetrated deep, deep inside of you—" he stutters, with eyes still wide. If you weren't as mad at him, you would find the pink streak across his cheeks adorable, and you would find inside you the box of tenderness reserved just for Bo and his peculiar self. But Bodevan made sure to close that box, cover it in tape, and carry it all the way down to the basement in your heart. "Not, not like that. I-I would love to... o-one d..."

"Bodevan..."

"I did it because I am an idiot," he blurts out. "I'm an idiot for you. I-If you'll have me." Right on cue, you watch him suck in his breath, wishing to take back his confession. Clear as water, you can see the progression of his emotions settle in the crease between his eyes. Bo feels impetuous, then bewildered, then ashamed by his own forwardness. He always does this, too many times before.

"No," you whisper, remembering...always remembering... Ethan. Bodevan's lies. "I don't want to talk to you, and if you care for me at all, you won't say another word."

His ocean eyes drill into you. Bo steps back and crosses his arms over his broad chest —God, you'll miss watching his yoga routine in the morning. But this is his fault.

For a few seconds, he looks at you strangely, wondering whether to concede. You stand for a moment, gathering energy, it's stupid, but it is taking all of you to walk away from this misunderstood unique boy. But is time to let your feet drag you out of this air-consuming cabin, away from Bodevan Cash and his perfect long hair. Back ashore.

The moment you storm out, rain drains all over you. It soaks you in a matter of seconds, but you don't care, you really don't care at all. You're angry and upset and feel as if you're adrift in the middle of the ocean, with thunders in the horizon and strong winds moving your ship from side to side, without giving you a rest.

Bodevan chases after you. Ever so careful, he clasps his big calloused hand, around your waist and guides you to meet his eyes. It's puzzling, he has never done such thing, on the contrary, his gaze is always playing hide and seek with you.

"I didn't tell you because every time your anatomy appears in from of me, I run out of methodology," he says frustratedly. "Because this love no longer understand of reasons or advice and it feeds on pretexts, and it lacks pants."

With shaking hands, almost without noticing, you let the ring fall to the sand. "T-This love?" you ask quietly.

Bodevan doesn't let go of your wrist. His lids are squeezed shut. "I'm sorry. You have every right to never talk to me again."

"You didn't answer the question. Do you love me?" you ask again, heart hammering in your chest.

"By all means," he confesses, chest rising and falling. "I-I'm an idiot who somehow fell in love with you without realising it."

Dizziness overwhelms you. You share the same suffering than Bo. This love doesn't allow you to stand, it has broken your heels. Even if you get up, you'll fall again into it. Even if he hid the ring, you're still in love with him. Even if Ethan returns, you would still be in love with Bodevan.

You've transformed into a thing that does nothing but love him —fool, blind, deaf, brute. Bodevan Cash rules your thoughts day and night, withal how many times you've tried to bury him in your memory, you haven't figure out a way to forget him.

If you could exorcise yourself from his voice.

If you could escape his name.

If you could rip your heart out and hide, so you don't feel ever again.

Maybe then, you would be able to stop loving him.

"I'm stupid, you know? I always want the things I can't have" Bodevan stutters. "And now I've ruined everything."

Your thumb brushes against his cheek, "You haven't ruin anything."

Taking him by surprise, you untangle his grip from your waist and bring his hand to your waistline. His figure grows very still as you pierce through his blue gaze, his pupils nervous. "I gift you my waist," you whisper softly, pink mouth close to his bruised one. "And my lips, for whenever you want to kiss."

Both of you, nervous as hell, can't believe the promises that are rolling off your tongue.

"I give you my delusion," you giggle. "And the few neurons I have left."

Bo doesn't react and says nothing for a bit. It frightens you, but you find comfort in the fact he hasn't pull away from you. And then, he hums, "I gift you my silence."

You want to cry, of pure and golden happiness. Bodevan leans closer, resting the damaged skin of his perfect lips at the tip of your nose. And you say, "I gift you my nose too."

"I give you my bones, even," Bo interjects, voice deeper, rough. He is breathing heavily, forehead pressed to yours, and your mind flashes back to the first day you met him, and how you have been like this, near the sea. "But don't run away from me anymore."

Bodevan lands his lips into yours. Responsive, you entangle your hands in his damp locks, luring him closer to your body. His lips are igniting fire down your spine, and you discern now why he is your sun, and why his eyes are like the morning sky.

Dramatically out of character, he doesn't hesitate when you reach down to pull his shirt up and off his body, your small, cold hands resting on his toned, flipping fantastic chest. The rain continues, yet, neither doubts to turn your clothes into a wet pile dangerously close to the seaside. Bo lowers you onto the sand, kissing patterns into every inch of skin he encounters, tracing the entire shape of your body. Never in your life, have you felt this alive. Every part of you burns under his touch and his eyes, and you don't fear to be consumed by the fire.

Eyelids screw shut when you hear yourself gasp. Your bodies have entwined, and you hold him close, closer as you ever embraced someone, his minty breath misting your ears as he whispers your name.

"Bo..." lazily, you flutter open your eyelashes and watch him in adoration.  His jaw is clenched in concentration; his hard muscles contract and pull on top of you. Bodevan brushes your cheekbone with his fingers and kisses you twice before burying his head in the crook of your neck. His breath is staggering, hot and wild.

Bringing his face to yours, he opens his eyes, "You once asked what I loved most in the world..." You did. He answered, his siblings. "I lied. It's you."

As you smile, you recognise you're equally a liar. When he asked the question back, your answer was medicine. But it is him. It really is him.

The following morning, you wake up tangled in the sheets, a beam painting your face with pink shades as you remember why. Peacefully asleep and ever-so ethereal, Bodevan lies next to you.

Bo matches your smile as you kiss his cheek, your fingertips tracing the words you couldn't find yesterday, but the ones you're certain you feel. He's always been an expert, he always beats your ass, and you can tell he understands what you're writing with invisible ink across his back when he smiles, lids still closed. You love him, and although you can't vociferate it, you want him to know it.

Bo pulls you into his arms, "I'll wait for you. You have my words" he rustles. "But you need to go back to Manhattan. You need to go sort out if you really want a life in the middle of nowhere, with me.

"I do."

"You don't," he intervenes. "You have been here too many days, now everything is blurry. My dad, he—He never asked my mom if she still wanted the life she was living. And she killed herself." Tears run down both your faces, no matter how hard you're trying to stop them. "I would never do that to you."

You nod, "Alright."

Bo wipes your tears away with his thumb, "I will miss you."

"I will miss you too," you choke. "So much."

With one last look back at the boy with morning-sky coloured eyes, you step into the departures gate, taking a shaky breath as Bodevan waves goodbye. An ocean will be between you, and your heart drowns the entire flight home.

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Secret Identity

Day 7 of RobRae Week 2019: 

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He wanted to confess to her after a frustrating chase with Red X led to a worryingly intense fight with Control Freak and Cinderblock.

He wanted to confess to her the moment he’d seen that car-sized boulder of concrete slam into her side, unobstructed with all her attention on keeping the civilian-filled building from collapsing.

He wanted to confess to her the whole ride back to the Tower, but he didn’t want to confess to the rest of the team. So, aside from checking over injuries and going over the routine with the police, he stayed quiet. Part of it was his almost certainly broken ribs, but mostly he wanted the moment to be right. He had come to a decision that was admittedly long-coming and the last thing he needed was for them to be interrupted when the moment came.

And so he kept quiet until they were nearly alone in the medbay.

Raven had given him a curious, thoughtful look when he stalled near the cots. She raised a brow when he busied himself with refilling the first aid kits but ultimately she let him be, instead focusing on healing up the hairline fractures on Beast Boy’s leg. And not ten minutes later the shapeshifter hopped up and tested his weight on the leg, shooting his two favorite birds a grin as he immediately made a dash for the kitchen (hopefully before Starfire started cooking, for his sake).

Finally, Robin put his attention on her. The mystic crossed her arms over her chest, silently taking in the nervous flutter of his emotions. Amethyst eyes shut at the same time he spoke, “Raven.”

The empath immediately opened her eyes to look at him, softly biting the inside of her cheek as he walked up to her. The detective gave her a sheepish smile as he realized that she knew something was up and decided to just be impulsive.

“I wanted to--”

She touched him, cutting his words off before they could start. Robin went still with her finger against his lips and he let her calm wash over him, strong and oh-so-serene through their bond.

A tendril of magic tugged her hood down and Raven sighed, letting some emotion into her face. She watched as he noted the reservation and hope, the concern and elation, all the emotions shining through clear as day. It was a rare sight and he savored it. The demoness shuffled an inch closer. “We’ve been fighting for almost three hours straight. I know what you’re going to say and I am so unimaginably grateful for it,” Raven paused to lick her dry lips. His eyes --still shielded by his mask-- followed the move and she pulled her hand away. “But not when adrenaline is still clouding your mind. If you want to tell me--”

His fingers twitched and she amended, “--if you want to show me,” Amethyst eyes traced his mask. “Then do it tomorrow. When you’re of completely clear mind. But not before you get some rest.”

He slowly nodded, although her name slipped out of him, “Raven…”

“I don’t want you to have any regrets about this, Robin.” Pale hands brushed aside a lock of hair that brushed against her cheek and Robin nodded again. She had a point, but he didn’t want to wait too long, “Tomorrow then.”

The corner of her lips twitched up, “During the sunrise?”

Honestly, how much of their connection was a result of being so naturally in sync and how much of it was their bond, he didn’t know. His heart full Robin took a chance and leaned forward to grab her hand, pressing their palms together.

He closed his masked eyes as she squeezed his hand once, confirming her guess, “During the sunrise, then.”

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Raven blinked at him. She didn’t know how to respond to the sight of Robin-- of Richard without his mask, his bright blue eyes shining down at her.

What with his hair shining with the rising sun behind him and the wide, sheepish smile that curled his lips, he looked like a goddamn angel in the morning air and Raven didn’t know what to do with herself. She merely stared at him, her wide eyes taking in the odd (but very attractive) way his cheekbones looked without the mask.

This was Robin, but it wasn’t. No, this was someone else. Someone the same but undeniably different.

“Richard…” His name was foreign on her lips and she repeated it over and over again, as if trying to figure out the way that she would pronounce it. “Richard. Richard. Rich-erd. Richard.”

Raven’s lips fell into a line as she narrowed her eyes at him, testing out his name until it stopped sounding like some stranger’s name and started sounding like him, “Richard.”

With every repeat she couldn’t help but think: did Richard happily don those traffic light colors? Did Richard stumble to the kitchen for his routine mug of coffee each and every morning? Did Richard wield a bo staff as effortlessly as she commanded her magic? Did Richard sit up with her, leaning their weight against each other as they watched out for crime throughout the night?

As odd as it was to put a new name to his presence, she knew that he did.

His sapphire eyes sparkled with amusement, a not-so-foreign part of him entranced at the way his name continuously fell from her lips. He watched as her eyes finally left his eyes and flicked to his mouth as he spoke, “That’s my name. You’re all set to wear it out.”

“But,” He leaned in closer, ready to tell another secret. Raven raised her face and inched closer, a breath hitching as their foreheads touched. She fiddled with his mask still in her hand, the material as smooth in her hands as his voice was in her ears, “Most people call me Dick.”

“Dick?” Her head tilted to the side and he brushed away some hair that flew into her face. Raven didn’t seem to notice the move, her eyes narrowing protectively as the mask crumpled in her fist, “Isn’t that an insult? Richard, are they insulting you?”

The mystic sounded so affronted at the idea that Dick couldn’t help himself. His eyes closed and his shoulders shook as he tried to hold back his laughter. Her indignation at the idea flowed through their bond, mingling with his mirth in an odd combination that thickened the air between them.

Dick shook his head, breathing out her name as their noses bumped, “Rae--” Blue eyes shot to her lips as they parted to say his name again and he let impulse drive him.

“Richard--oh!” Amethyst eyes went wide as he lowered his face, their lips brushing. Not quite a kiss, but close enough. The demoness froze in place, barely registering the popping crack! crack! crack! of the roof’s lightbulbs blowing out behind them. The noise seemed to bring the detective back into the present and he pulled back an inch, his eyes worried at the stunned look on her face.

“Raven, I--” Now she was the one to interrupt his apology before it could begin, surging forward to press her lips firmly against his.

Dick’s hands went to her waist, perching just above her belt for balance as her hands slid to his shoulders, curious. A wonderful, short moment later she pulled away, her pupils wide as they searched his face. He smiled at her as they just barely parted, affectionately bumping their noses together.

Her sigh was shaky, “Robin…”

He watched as her brows furrowed at how wrong the name sounded in their situation. Feeling bold, he rubbed a circle along her side, not able to keep his smile from growing into a grin as she floated an inch closer. Their lips brushed again and the mage gazed at him through half-lidded eyes, quietly admitting, “I think I prefer Richard.”

“Yeah,” His gloved hands cradled her face, pulling her in for another kiss. “I think so too.”

[raeynbowboi]

The Other Ships in My Fleet

So, I’ve already made a post talking about how I feel about certain ships in My Hero Academia, and another post about some of my other fandoms. Both posts got a lot of likes and reblogs, so I figured I’d talk about my ships from other fandoms. If this post also gets a lot of positive feedback, I’ll consider starting a second page to post my fan content for all of my fandoms, while still maintaining this one almost exclusively for My Hero Academia and Kiribaku specifically.

Klance (Keith x Lance) Voltron: Legendary Defender

I’m fully aware that this ship is probably not going to happen, but it’s really the only ship in the series that speaks to me. I will not lie, I am a big fan of dark and moody dating happy-go-lucky, and the rivals to friends to lovers element is just icing on the cake. It’s only further helped by Lance being Keith’s second-in-command. They help each other grow, and the trust that forms between them is cute and endearing. They also shared a major element to their characters. Both of them feel out of place, Keith because of his Galra heritage, and Lance because he doesn’t have a niche role.

Rabies/Rae x BB (Raven x Beast Boy) Teen Titans (2003)

While there wasn’t a lot of shipping fodder for these two in the 2003 iteration, the two are a canon couple in most versions of the teen titans, having been married in the comics (more than once, I think) so this is sort of a unique ship in that I ship it across every version of the two characters. Sporting a snarky moody goth and a lovable goofball, their dynamic was like that of an old married couple, or a moody teenager and her annoying little brother. Still, the two were good friends, and even though their personalities were polar opposites of each other, they had a lot of quiet, emotional moments together in the series. Whether you want to read them as friends or potential lovers, I think it’s hard to deny that there was a genuinely nice bond between the pair.

Garnet/Rupphire (Ruby x Sapphire) Steven Universe

As the show’s literal physical manifestation of love and a perfect relationship, it’s hard not to like the relationship between these two adorable lesbians. With the show sometimes being edited to remove the queer elements, it’s absolutely hysterical that they had the two get married in an episode very important to the plot, and put Ruby in the dress so that absolutely nobody could misinterpret her as a male. Editing it would only confuse viewers as to why everybody is in wedding attire, thus taking a very satisfying stance against censors and bigotry. Garnet also marks a first in children’s programming as the first same-sex wedding in a children’s animated show, at least as far as I’m aware.

Pearl x Mystery Girl Steven Unieverse

Although only featured in a single episode and having no dialogue, Mystery Girl (possibly named Sabina) is a very important element to Pearl’s character, being her first step toward moving on from Rose Quartz. There were fans that hoped that Mystery Girl would come back, but even if she doesn’t, she’s still important to Pearl’s character development.

Amedot (Amethyst x Peridot) Steven Universe

I know a lot of people prefer Lapidot, but frankly I find Lapis too selfish and cold-hearted to be ready for a relationship as she currently stands. I find Amethyst to be a better fit for Peridot, since they both share issues with their height. That, and the way the show frames them has romantic comedy tropes interwoven into their scenes. But even if they’re just friends, Amethyst’s approval means so much to Peridot.

Stevonnie (Steven Universe x Connie Maheswaren) Steven Universe

I’m not usually a fan of lead boy dates lead girl ships, as they tend to be very poorly done, and many feel forced, or are just boring and predictable. However, the bond between these two feels very genuine. They don’t feel like a lead boy and lead girl forced into a relationship at all. They come together very naturally, and the show takes its time to build their friendship up slowly. The show remembers that they’re kids first, friends second, jam buds third, and love interests last.

Tomstar (Tom Lucitor x Star Butterfly) Star Vs the Forces of Evil

Considering the show’s themes of monsters, racism, and not judging evil at face value, this ship serves as the most thematically poignant to the narrative that the show is setting up. It also makes Star a stronger parallel to her “evil” great great something grandmother, Eclipsa. Both are monster sympathizers with monster boyfriends. While the blood moon bonds complicate things, I see this ship as the most relevant to the themes and messages the show seems to want to send.

Tomco (Tom Lucitor x Marco Diaz) Star Vs the Forces of Evil

More of a joke/crack ship, I know it’s unlikely, but the entire episode of Friendenemies had romantic comedy written all over it. Between the literal in-universe break-up song to the show’s promotional art being inspired by dime store pulp romance novels fuel the fire that keeps this ship afloat.

Bumblebee/Bumbleby (Blake Belladonna x Yang Xiao Long) RWBY

Partners, teammates, and close friends, the ship really took off starting in season 2 during the episode “Burning the Candle”, as Blake spiraled into self-destructive habits due to obsessing over her problems. Nobody is able to get through to her until Yang comes in to talk to her. She doesn’t lecture her or beg her to stop. She instead forms a bridge of trust by first opening up about a similar situation she’s been in, and how she knows first hand that this sort of spiraling can only have negative impacts. They are shown to be parallels, as both girls are negatively effected by a loved one no longer in their life, and the trust issues that spring from that loved one’s actions. Yang was abandoned by her mother, a problem which she mentions Blake repeated. For Blake, it was the uncertainty of trusting someone’s character, and being afraid of someone slowly turning into someone else. She explicitly states in season 3 that her ex started off a nice guy, like Yang. The first time he hurt someone, there was a reason. There was always an excuse. Until eventually, she became the pardoner. The one excusing his actions. And, she expresses the fear that Yang could be following a similar path. Both girls have been hurt by someone in the past, and both girls are afraid of being hurt the same way again, and inadvertently hurt each other the same way as someone else has. It’s also known that RWBY characters tend to represent or be based on fairy tale characters. Yang is Goldilocks, and Blake is Beauty from Beauty and the Beast. However, based on the lyrics from Red Like Roses “Black the Beast descends from shadows, Yellow Beauty burns gold”, there seems to be an implication that Yang is the Beauty to Blake’s Beast. This is interestingly supported by Blake’s name. Blake is a Celtic name meaning both Black and White, and Belladonna literally means Beautiful Woman in Italian, but is also the name of a very poisonous plant often mistaken for the harmless blueberry. The duality of her name could be pointing to how she plays the dual role of both Beauty and Beast.

Seamonkeys (Sun Wukong x Neptune Vasilias) RWBY

A bit more of a crack ship, these two lovable idiots are far less likely to be canon, but since Sun is Yang’s main competition for Blake’s heart, I have no problem shipping him off elsewhere with his goofy best friend. Although they act more like usual best friends in the canon show, their relationship does have a much gayer tone in the less canon comedy show RWBY Chibi, where Neptune almost seems to act like a jealous clingy girlfriend a lot of the times. I doubt the ship would ever sail, but I mostly ship it because they’re cute together. Although, with season 6 just starting, I got the vibe that Sun was stepping aside to let Bumblebee sail uninhibited. Sun doesn’t really have a third popular ship, it’s just Black Sun and Seamonkeys, so this ship may be gaining validity in the future.

Gumlee (Marshall Lee x Prince Gumball) Adventure Time with Fiona and Cake

The male counterpart to Bubbline (Princess Bubblegum x Marceline), there’s no real difference between the two pairs other than their genders, and Gumball preferring baking while Bubblegum prefers science. Because they are effectively just gender-swapped clones of the canon ship, anything canonical between the girls is also technically canon with these two. It’s not that I don’t like Bubbline, but when given the choice between gay or lesbian versions of a couple, I’m going to be naturally inclined to lean toward the gay version.

Sasunaru/Narusasu (Sasuke Uchiha x Naruto Uzumaki) Naruto

Maybe there’s a cultural aspect I’m unaware of, but it’s a bit of a running gag in the Naruto fanbase at this point that Naruto is obsessed with Sasuke. So much so that he seems to care about him way beyond normal friendship. With how much these two obsess over one another, it’s no surprise why this became such a popular pairing. Their dynamic even dwarfed Hinata’s heartfelt confession of her love during the Pain Invasion Arc, because as soon as that ended, did Naruto go talk to Hinata? No, he immediately started thinking about Sasuke. Hinata definitely got the shaft in part II, which is a shame because I really loved her character.

Bob and Linda Belcher Bob’s Burgers

More of an honorable mention than a full on ship, I wanted to highlight them as one of adult animation’s only married couples that actually still like each other. In the wake of the popularity of the Simpsons, and the cementing of the genre with Family Guy, the stock dynamic of idiot husband and enraged but supportive wife became a recurring trope. Before long, every single animated sitcom-esque family fell into this very annoying cliche. So, finding a couple in adult animation that are not only married but still manage to show they love each other is amazing. Their marriage isn’t on the rocks, they find time to at least try and be romantic, and even when they have bets or are on opposing sides of something, the show never forgets that these two love each other at the end of the day.

Captain Swan (Killian “Hook” Jones x Emma Swan) Once Upon A Time

This relationship between Captain Hook and the daughter of Snow White and Prince Charming might sound odd on paper, but this couple is by far one of the healthiest relationships in the series. Both Hook and Emma come from broken lives, and together build themselves up to something stronger. In a melodrama surrounding fairy tales, both characters are surprisingly grounded, realistic, and skeptical cynics, a very stark contrast from the usual wide-eyed lovey-dovey couples Disney is known for. Emma’s tendency to put up walls and Killian’s tendency to always put himself first are both slowly broken down over time as Killian tries to tear down Emma’s walls and get to know her while she works on building a foundation of trust between them. The pairing feels very organic, and they definitely feel like the most realistic couple in the series as they both take turns stumbling and working toward being good for each other.

Rumbelle (Rumplestiltskin x Belle) Once Upon A Time

In the early seasons, this couple was beautiful to watch. I truly loved their chemistry and dynamic, as both of them were given such strong characteristics without simplifying either of them. However, as the show went on, it started to lose that power. The couple started to feel toxic as Belle kept waiting for Rumple to change, and he kept on lying and lying. It even reached a stopping point. A perfect one. Rumple was redeemed. He was a good man again. He could be the man Belle deserved. But instead, he slipped right back into his old ways. It was then that I fell off the band wagon for this ship. I loved it once, until I got sick of watching him hurt her over and over.

Daenerys Targaryen x Khal Drogo Game of Thrones

Although together only for a short while, this power couple won audiences over very quickly, as Drogo’s gruff but passionate affection mixed with Danny’s growing confidence and rise to power made these two iconic.

Renly Baratheon x Ser Loras Tyrell Game of Thrones

Another short-lived relationship, the remarkable thing is that Renly was literally the only character vying for the throne with fully good intentions for the realm. He was concerned with the needs of the people, and was the only morally good candidate in the War of Five Kings. Sadly, the ydidn’t get much screen time, but they were still a strong couple.

Peraltiago (Jake Peralta x Amy Santiago) Brooklyn 99

A rare exception to the don’t force the leads to date rule, the show let them form a bond over time that went from a friendly childish rivalry to a friendly dating rivalry. While each character experiences change and growth, it is not at the expense of their personalities, and the progression feels like it was meant to happen.

[tarithenurse]

On my Mind, in my Soul - 2

Pairing: Loki x burglar!Reader Contents: Cussing, a bit of violence, some angsting and pining, lemons...and lots of them. Consider yourself warned if you’re underage. A/N: Didn’t plan for the first part to actually be a first part. I’d planned it as a one-shot based on @maladaptive-ninja-returns‘s 3 “prompts”...but then it was nicely recieved and I chatted with them again and we had some fun ideas...so here’s part 2. This time the 3 things have been provided with a sister (who was rather confused as to why I was asking...but it did result in us watching the Bridge of Death sequence from Monty Python and the Holy Grail). Anyhoodles, the things were Earrings. Green. And the song “Put your Records on” by CB Rae. Lyric bits are marked as block quotes.

Challenge

Music’s playing in your ears as you make your way slowly through the museum, keeping the perfect distance to make it seem to the tour guide as though you’re part of the group while to them (a class of history students and their teacher) you’re just some random guest that happens to be going at the same pace. The map of the place in your hand is filled with thin lines by now, indicating camera angles and “alternative” routes.

“And over here we have a temporary collection on loan from London…” the voice of the guide announces through a lull in the song.

He’s beaming proudly as the class oohs and aahs at the glittery reflection of the ornate Crown Jewels. Amateurs. Sure, the lineup of necklaces and crowns looks impressive, but the main items are merely very good replicas made to satisfy the curiosity of people who can’t make it to the Tower of London – the real deal’s safely stored there, only to be removed on special occasions when the queen and her family actually uses it.

However, some of the less impressive items are not fakes. Taking a place before a display case, your eyes fall upon a comparatively drab pair of earrings. Fat, pinkish pearls dangle from golden drops and ovals with a multitude of tiny, white gemstones. Yuck. There are tastier ways of showing off wealth in your opinion, but you also understand that sometimes it’s not about having style per se, rather about flaunting that you can have anything. What in your eyes might be ugly (or at the best of cases kitsch) is probably a blatant show of power because deep down humans are simple creatures that understand a simple language: rarity equals wealth and wealth in turn equals power. And those earrings are rare, no one in their right mind would make more than a single pair.

So why those? Simple. You got a job and the buyer was smart enough to wrap it in a dare, claiming no one could get their hands on that set of pearls. To top the whole deal off, the guy’s willing to do wire transfer but a cash bonus if the job’s completed within a month.

You have to hide a smile as you tug the map and pencil into your purse, slipping your phone out for a moment to skip a tune in the hopes of the shuffle finding something more celebratory for the way out of the museum.

It takes a few tries before you succeed, meaning you’re already back in the grand room by the time you return the device to safety and your fingers brush against something unexpected, causing you to pause in your tracks and glance around, but no one stands out in the crowd of tourists and other visitors. One peek into the depths of the purse’s enough to grant a view of an envelope made of special paper. Or parchment? A cold shudder runs down your spine upon realisation that someone must have gotten close enough to slip it in there although you always keep the damn bag close to your body, even tugged under the arm. Whoever it is…they are good. Too good. It’s as if every camera’s trained on you, like each and every single person’s watching even the smallest movement you make, sending prickly waves of tension to the back of your legs while every hair stands on end.

Forcing yourself to move slowly, you leave the museum. Following the most crowded routes home, you only check for followers a million times. Discreetly, of course, despite the increasing frustration of spotting no one in pursuit or out of place (as much as anyone can look that in New York) not even when walking five times around the block before finally letting yourself into your little flat.

It almost feels safe as the deadbolt clicks into place and you allow yourself to slide onto the floor. Deep breaths tasting of curry from last night’s dinner and book dust helps ground you enough to stop your hands from shaking by the time they pull out the envelope. Turning it around and around, you have to admire the cottonlike quality of the paper and the clearly manually cut edges that shout craftmanship to the heavens. The sender is loaded or makes his own paper.

By the table under the glaring light of a lamp, it’s obvious that the person hasn’t left any other clues on the outside of the envelope, forcing you to open it after a careful examination to avoid any hidden nuisances. You’re holding your breath as you peer into the folds, spotting a photograph which you shake out. What the…?

Trying to pretend that the image’s taken months ago is futile, but still you hurry to the kitchen and slam down on your knees by the cabinet under the sink so hard that you bounce painfully on the linoleum. It doesn’t delay you. Eyes sting with pain as you pull the contents out, scattering the bucket with cleaning agents across the floor. You slam a fist onto a loose board to tip it up, revealing the front of a safe nestled among insulation and rubble. Five beeps and a fingerprint are all it takes for your worry to be proven right.

“Fucking! Alien! Pissflap!” Each exclamation’s punctuated by punches to the cabinet door.

At first glance, the contents could appear to be exactly the way you left them this morning…but the Tiger’s Eye Pendant’s missing.

Maybe sometimes we got it wrong, but it's all right The more things seems to change, the more they stay the same

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Making the right call can be hard in the heat of the moment, but you managed. More than a week since you’ve been burgled and your thoughts stray all too often to the future and the plans it holds to right the wrong, the only consolation being that the job you have to finish first will be a means to that very end.

Hanging upside down from the skylight, each movement has to be perfectly controlled to stay out of the camera’s view until you’ve reached it and slipped the screen before it. It had taken several tries to get the image just right, but the result was close to perfection. Close enough to get me some minutes. That’s all you need.

Moments later, you’re on the floor. Harness and rope still attached for a quick escape as you work through the hollow pedestal because gods know you’ll be screwed if you disturb the glass encasing the exhibition. Each movement tugs at the restraining tether and gnaws at your skin. You reach carefully through wires for the sensors and lights, the Stark “knife” tugged gingerly away in the palm with nothing but a rubber sleeve to prevent bloodshed. Gloves? Of course you wear them, not only preventing fingerprints but granting a safe grip. Without them your hands would have been slippery with sweat and even now there are a few drops running down your spine before they get soaked up in the top. There. You breathe in deeply a couple of times before unsheathing the knife and cutting through the plate where the loot’s resting. No normal knife would be able to do it and getting this tool had been expensive…but so worth it!

A few more breaths, then you can pack away the fugly earrings and your gear. Just in time, too, as you already can hear the night guard approaching. It’s with a minimal thought of remorse that you ascend, the gears whirring softly as you speed towards the fresh night air.

…

There’s a market for everything whether it’s illegally obtained tools or perfectly made replicas. Studying the simile glinting in the hand, you know that even Loki will have to look carefully to detect the fraud…especially after you’ve added the finishing touch on the back of the pendant.

Part of the bonus has been spent on that piece of work while the rest has gone into setting up your safehouse for a longer stay. You still come and go from your usual apartment, ensuring the façade of a student living there, but everything important has slowly been moved to the other side of upper Manhattan and after the last security measures the place’s close to impenetrable. And impossible to find.

Crouched by the coffee table, you go through the last plans. The private guards’ rounds must have been shuffled, of course, and will take a couple of stake outs to learn. Next, you’re certain that the Asgardian snob must have improved the locks on windows and doors as a pure minimum, leaving a reduced list of access points for a human to use. Question is if he’s considered something like a drone.

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Girl, put your records on, tell me your favorite song You go ahead, let your hair down Sapphire and faded jeans I hope you get your dreams

The cool air dries the tip of your tongue, but you’re too engrossed in navigating the toy through the chimney to care. Each foot of the descend brings it closer to the smoldering ashes and the thing can only handle a certain amount of heat what with all the plastic components, so as soon as it slips out from the fireplace, you heave a sigh of relief. Now comes the hard part. Orienting yourself through the little screen, the drone whirrs along corridors and through grand rooms in search of a safe entryway fitting a woman. Patiently, you ignore the shingles of the roof radiating cold into your muscles as the minutes tick by until you strike gold in the form of a bathroom window. It’s narrow but not impossibly so and you can’t help but laugh quietly to yourself as you use the flying robot to unlatch it and push it open wide.

Slipping in is simple enough, you only hesitate as you land on the marble floor because you hadn’t expected the dampness of the air. Every hard, cool surface’s laced with a fine condensation, but running a hand over the faucets gives a sense of relief that whoever has showered or bathed must have done this a while ago. It’s disconcerting though. Loki supposedly has a private bathroom en suite with his bedroom, so who would use this? There’s no hamper with laundry, no dirty towels or soaps that have been used. Nothing personal. Perhaps he’s got visitors? It’d surprise you. In fact, you’re almost willing to bet that an employee’s taken the liberty of using the facilities but either way, it doesn’t change the plan.

Silently slipping through the door, you know where to go and within minutes have the display in view from a position in a shadowy corner. There’s still a guard lingering, seemingly taking an interest in a set of blueish daggers. Move…come on…you want to finish the round and get some coffee. Silently willing him on results in absolutely nothing and you can feel anxiousness prickle your back and force you shoulders upwards and forwards. Tomorrow, you’ll need to find a massage therapist to knead the tensions away.

Finally, after agonizing minutes, the guy leaves, whistling a soft tune as if he’s proud of a job well done. At least it might hint of extra time if he lingers in other rooms too.

You’re about to work through the case the normal way when you notice the fault in the glass’s positioning and a brief examination leads to a broad smile stretching your cheeks as you place the glove covered hands on either side of the housing and lift it off – no alarms or boobytraps triggered. The exchange’s quick. A glance on your watch, and then you shuffle over to the nearby shelf with the peculiar knives. Stuck tip-down into a relatively common utensil holder it’s almost as though the eccentric collector only has them for show because he knows visitors might be awed while he himself doesn’t consider them of any specific worth although the blue flaring through the gunmetal-dark material is out of this world. Maybe literally.

It’s when you reach out for one that it shimmers out of existence in a familiar golden haze causing your heart to skip a beat. Cursing inwardly for wasting time, you turn to hightail it out of the mansion but nearly collide with the very same blade you were admiring, the tip now resting delicately on your chest.

“My little thief.” Finally looking past the weapon, your eyes meet Loki’s. “I had almost given up hope that you would come.”

Returning the smirk he grants you, it’s still a careful shrug rolling through your shoulder. “Been busy…but I guess you know that.”

It’s impossible to ignore the quick sweep his tongue makes along the lower lip as he looks you over, the widening of his pupils that sends a flutter through your stomach in anticipation. Never again, you’d promised yourself and still you find the memories begin to team up with the view of the tall figure before you. He’s in command of the situation unless you manage to escape. How? He’s the one with a weapon, its tip felt through the fabric like a pin-prick on the slope of your breast – the tiniest movement and it will be more than just a prick. How?

Looking up at him, you smile innocently to prevent any sudden reactions as you reach out for his free hand. He lets you take it, entwining fingers delicately for a moment before leading it to your face. A tender kiss in his palm, the thin cool skin of his wrist before you let his hand rest on your shoulder, allowing you to reach for him and gently nudge the knife-wielding hand aside though never letting go of the arm. You fingers trace the slender limb lazily, half-forgotten as lips brush along his jaw.

Banzai. Loki’s fingers lock into your hair, folding around the base of your skull to steer you, both your lips onto his but also your body trailing after him as he backs towards the centre of the room. If memory serves you right, there’s some kind of puffy bench or other which means that you only have until you reach that to incapacitate him. Why? I could just go along. Sweet temptation makes your heart flutter against your ribs and a heat pools low in you belly. It’s a dangerous game to play with someone like him and you had promised yourself last time that it would never happen again…just like you had sworn never to return to this place.

A quick glance verifies that you have about four steps before he’ll have you locked beneath him. Grinding against his groin with your hip, the reaction comes immediately in form of a groan and you pray that he’s distracted enough for a few seconds. With a swift snatch you manage to tear the dagger from his grip, brandishing it between your bodies with the tip pointed at his growing cock.

Breathing heavily, Loki’s aware enough of what’s going on to stop moving, his eyes filling with cold fury as he glances towards the alternative hostage situation. “What’s this? Complaints?” Somehow, he still manages to patronize you.

“Consider it a refusal.”

“You didn’t say no last time, my pet.”

He’s right, but you’re not about to give in again and let him get more power over you. “It served it’s purpose. No more.”

“Ouch.” Thin lips curl in a snarl. “It hurts my feelings….especially when you lie that badly.”

It won’t help to discuss past events with him (especially when you don’t want to admit the truth yourself), so you change focus to the situation at hand by ordering the Asgardian to let go of you. Something he only begrudgingly does when you add more pressure with the knife and it slips through the fabric of his trousers with a soft rippling sound as each thread is severed.

You should’ve seen it coming. The moment you step back, creating distance between the god and the weapon, he moves. A sharp pain races up from wrist to shoulder as the metal clatters across the floor, but you don’t have time to register where it lands because your aching arm is twisted behind your back and used as leverage to force you onto the floor with your face smushed into the green velvet of the seat. It smells of sawdust and a hint of camphor, but mostly it just grates against your skin.

A glint of light reflecting of metal captivates you, ensuring that Loki can use less power to hold you still as you stare at the dark grey-blue tip less than an inch from your eye. Shit. You can’t breathe. Can’t move or think. Only one other sentence keeps circling in your mind – unfortunately it’s full of self-deprecation rather than any useful ideas. Shit.

“Don’t mistake my indulgence for weakness,” the cold hiss explains, “letting you go last time was not a show of defeat as you very well know.”

The dagger moves out of sight, leaving you to stare one-eyed at a shade of green you’ll never forget anymore. Then you feel the prick at the nape of your skull. The cocky alien’s in control now even as he lets go of you and this time there’s nothing playful about the current predicament like the previous encounters had been. Sweat’s breaking out all over your body and you have to swallow hard to simply be able to breathe.

“So what now?” Your sneer’s partially muffled by the plush piece of furniture. “Gonna rape me, you sick bastard?”

He hits you so hard that you skid across the polished floor. Black spots dance before your eyes even after you manage to crack the jaw back in place. You’ve been hit before. Hell, it’s one of the reasons you became such a good burglar, but this tops it all and calls forth hot tears that spill down your face. You don’t care. You especially don’t care when he yanks your face skywards by grabbing hold of the messy hair and the freezing length of a by now familiar blade lands on your throat.

“Look. At. Me.” A spark within you wants to resist, but you can’t and your view fills with the emerald irises that burn with hate. “I may be harsh and cruel, but I would never do something like that to you.” He seems to realize what he’s said and adds quickly, “to anyone.”

Just more than I could take Pity for pity's sake Some nights kept me awake I thought that I was stronger

…

The world’s fuzzy and soft in the night by the time you attempt to open your eyes. It takes a moment to get your bearing and another one before the memories return and you sit up with a gasp. You’re back in your little apartment, but you have no recollection of how you got there. The last you do recall are Loki’s green eyes before a sensation of falling.

What did he do? Padding yourself down, it’s with some disbelief that you accept that you not only are wearing exactly the same as when you set out the night before, but there are no other injuries than a few bruises…excluding the deep gash in your pride. No trace of unwarranted contact despite the fact that you must have been completely at Loki’s mercy. Knowing that, you should be relieved. Not afraid. Not shameful. Not…filling with regret as if you had been the one to make advances only to be turned down by him. Messed up. Too messed up. Is it possible to get addicted to a person?

Frustrated, you push off the bed and begin pacing hectically through the small apartment, a scathing, internal monologue running on repeat to remind you of why it’s good you got away from Loki’s mansion without anything else happening.

…

Turning in your bed, you’re vaguely aware that the light has changed to soft grey tones - you must have managed to fall asleep after all. Tugging at the oversized t-shirt to get comfortable again, the feeling of the pendant against your chest solicits a drowsy smile.

…

You near a state of wakefulness in protest of the chill stealing through your limbs. Presuming in the sleepy state that you must have pushed the covers aside, you grope for it. Not covers. The observation flashes through your head and startles you to move quickly for the crevice between mattress and headboard for a knife you keep tugged away there, but cold fingers wrap round your wrists.

“Not so fast.”

Blinking blearily, you stare up into Loki’s face. The glint in his gorgeous, green eyes is mischievous, not unlike the curling smile that broadens as he takes in your exposed form because no, a faded t-shirt and a pair of panties doesn’t count as cover when he’s the one blatantly studying each curve. You see how his eyes darken, hear the shortness of both your breaths, and memories come flooding back followed by a strong heat in your womanhood.

Your attempt at speaking’s a helpless croak until you clear the throat. “Ch-changed your mind?”

The gaze alone could hold you in place as he refocuses on your mouth. Unbiddenly, you wet your lips that suddenly have gone dry.

“I do not deny that I appreciate your body immensely, but that’s not why I’m here.” Loki changes the hold on your wrist with ease, freeing a hand to caress your neck, your throat, before pulling out the pendant from under the cotton. “No…this is why.” Faint embers are reflected onto his cold irises. “I must congratulate you, my dear…your plan was not bad and had I been a mere human, then I would probably not have noticed the exchange.”

The weight of the necklace returns onto your chest, now cold from his fingers that begin straightening the chain. Each stroke ghosts across sensitive skin, sending goosebumps racing over your body and a soft ache warns you how your nipples are initiating a slow uprising against the t-shirt.

“Why d’you want it back? You let me leave with it!”

Your challenge’s meant to distract him from what he’s doing, but he merely glances before beginning to smoothen the fabric. “I knew you’d come back for it.”

“What?” The word pops out hard and mocking. “You think it’s more than financial value to me?” It doesn’t…does it? You’d meant to sell it originally, but then changed your mind and blew of the potential buyers without remorse.

“Pet…don’t pretend we don’t think alike, you and I.” Leaning down, Loki’s lips brush gently against your earlobe and his hair tickles against your chin, its scent of frost and camphor setting off a new shiver that heads straight for your aching core. “You’d come because of your pride. For the challenge. And deep down…because you yearn for something more.”

The Asgardian tugs playfully at your ear with his teeth, hands sliding along your arm and side before reverting and you feel your body betray your mind as it arches into his touch. Cupping your face in a large hand his lips meet yours gently before he pulls back, letting go completely although he doesn’t get off the bed.

“Please…” broken-voiced, you try to formulate what you need.

Light fingertips on your thigh stokes the burning need. “Tell me what you want, kitten. Last time you denied me my fun…what will it be now?”

“I want…I…” Loki stays within reach of your grabbing hands but doesn’t move towards you either. “I want you…need…please?”

“Are you certain?” His grip on your hip’s still soft. Too soft. “I’d like to reward you for the skill it took to swap the pendant, but you have to want it.”

“Just shut up and fuck me!”

Gentleness is obliterated by a bruising urgency as Loki takes over your body. Every inch’s kissed, bitten, licked, or explored with cool hands that booth bruise and soothe the burning traces. Every time you gasp for breath, his lips find yours to swallow each moan that the pressure of his thigh between your legs elicit. Not enough. He’s gotten you to the brink of bliss, but like a mirage it keeps eluding you and the feverish need for more’s burning you from the inside, leaving a hollow sensation that can be filled if only… A whine escapes your lips, warning the god as you reach for the belt buckle in desperation only to feel them snared and forced above your head.

He positions himself between your legs, nudging the knees apart. “So eager…” the growl’s guttural, nearly muffling the words, “longing for more…”

The golden shimmer’s visible even with half-closed eyes, but although you can feel his skin against your legs and arms as Loki repositions himself, your soaked panties still form a barrier between the cockhead as it pushes against your folds, and the old t-shirt insulates you from the chill of his chest.

“Loki…pleeaase!”

Arching against him, you feel the tremble passing through his body and for the briefest of moments it’s as though his eyes are red, but you’re distracted by his skin changing hue and the man, the alien, growing ever so slightly that his physique becomes impressively dimensioned. A scratching like claws diverts your eyes to the now blueish hands where darker talons have replaced the nails. I should be terrified. The logic’s clear yet simultaneously completely irrelevant as icy lips find the tender skin on your throat where they suck, marking a path spot by spot to your clavicle…then past…and as the V of the cotton obstructs the proceedings, Loki shreds it and tosses the scraps onto the floor without taking his burning gaze off your body now exposed beneath him.

“Little pet…if I hurt you…” He forces his gaze to your face, concern simmering in the darkness of lust. “If I hurt you or you want me to stop…say Laufey.”

The request itself is not unfamiliar unlike the word so you nod. “Mighty confident talking wh–“

You don’t get further because he kisses you again, forcefully, hungrily, biting your bottom lip as his fingers slip past the hem of the panties and delve between your soaking folds to the delighted groans of both of you. Perfect strokes mix with circles around the clit and entrance, often with added pressure onto the former that has you crying out Loki’s name like a prayer. Still, he’s got your wrists in an iron grip even if it clearly frustrates him.

“Belt,” you gasp, causing him to pause, “will get…get your h-hand…free.”

The curling smile bares gleaming, pointed teeth. “What a delightfully filthy idea.”

Not only does he use the belt to restrain your hands. No. The god also takes the opportunity to turn you around onto elbows and knees, allowing him to take place behind you. Claws trail your spine all the way to the elastic of the remaining clothes and you can feel it give way, sliding under the curve of your ass and exposing the glistening heat of your cunt. Then they too are torn apart. Cold hands slam onto the butt cheeks, forming an anchor for Loki as he begins to lab up your arousal, his nose nudging at your core with every movement.

Heat and tension builds within you, has you pleading for your god to fill you or let you cum on his tongue and fingers. Again and again, the bastard denies you release. Each time, he chuckles darkly as he has you watch past your own body how the strong hand pumps a nervewrecking huge cock languidly. The tip a dark purple with the exception of the milky pre-cum leaking out each time his fist passes ridges similar to those on the rest of his body. And all you can think of is how badly you want him inside you, to feel the ridges against the smooth walls, and you pout and curse when he returns to the ministrations that has his face glistening.

Balancing on the edge, you nearly scream as he pulls away once more, but this time his strong hands brings your legs together with his knees on the outside, and you gasp from anticipation and the thundering need at the feeling of the cool cockhead tracing your folds, each pass nudging further in until his manhood’s fully covered in your juices and he’s perfectly aligned.

“Don’t hold back, kitten.”

And with that Loki slides into your tight core, stretching you to the very limits which causes a sweet, stinging pain to heighten the sensation of each ridge that delves in and makes you shout with pleasure on contact with your g-spot. Gold shimmers, freeing your wrists so you can brace yourself.

“That’s it,” he growls, “ let me hear you.”

The rhythm’s slow at first, allowing some semblance of adaptation before increasing the intensity. And you let him hear exactly how you feel. Praises and curses mingle with your gasping breath, turning into groans, then shouts until he has you cumming with his name tearing from your throat in a wild scream as you plunge into the darkness of the abyss to drown in ecstasy. Every muscle seizes in your body, leaving it to Loki to hold you in position…and he does as he rams into you haphazardly before reaching his own peak and unloading like an icy flood inside you, stealing the last air from your lungs.

He doesn’t bother with pulling out, rather he tips the both of you, tugging you tightly to his chest as his form reverts to normal. Gasping for air, none of you speak.

Eventually, though, the peaceful silence ends, and Loki abandons you in the bed in favour of cleaning up and getting dressed the same way as when first you’d had sex. Pausing by the door, he looks back. It’s almost a déjà vu.

“I trust we will see each other again, my pet?” The lazy smile negates the questioning tone.

[marksseagulleyebrows-blog]

Covers Done by K-Pop Artists

K-Pop artists, on top of singing their own songs, occasionally sing covers of other artists. I happen to really enjoy some of their covers, so in this blog post, I will be talking about some of my favorite covers done by K-Pop artists.

Jinho (PENTAGON) - “Shallow” by Lady Gaga

Although I do not really stan, or closely follow PENTAGON, I really enjoy listening to Jinho’s voice. His voice is truly beautiful, which can be clearly shown in this cover. “Shallow,” really helps display Jinho’s extraordinary vocal range. On top of that, his pronunciation in this song is amazing, it’s nearly impossible to tell that English is not his native language. The emotion he put into his cover is amazing; his cover is the second song that has brought me to tears.

I.M (MONSTA X) - “instagram” by DEAN

Even though Changkyun is rather unconfident in his singing, as he is a rapper, his cover of DEAN’s ballad song “instagram” is amazing. His falsetto is incredible, and I really enjoy how deep his voice is, which is rather different from DEAN’s original, higher toned voice. Changkyun’s voice is very smooth and calming, and it kind of hurts that his cover of “instagram” is only a minute and a half long.

Doyoung (NCT) - “breathin” by Ariana Grande

I don’t support Ariana Grande because she’s racist, however Doyoung’s cover of “breathin’” slaps. I’ve unwillingly heard parts of the original version of this song, and I, personally, find it to only be alright. I just find her voice to be somewhat obnoxious, however Doyoung’s voice makes the song so much better.

Jae and Brian (DAY6) - “Put Your Records On” by Corinne Bailey Rae

Jae and Brian’s voice really compliment each other. Jae’s voice is a mixture of little bit of raspy and soothing. More importantly, let’s talk about Jae’s voice in the beginning of the song, when he sings, “Three little birds, sat on my window….” because that is a work of art. Now let’s talk about Brian, or Young K, also known as the love of my life, because I love him. His falsetto is amazing and sounds even better when he harmonizes with Jae. My personal favorite part of his was when he changed the lyrics from, “Sapphire and faded jeans, I hope you get your dreams,” to “Sapphire and faded jeans, tell me your favorite jeans.”

Overall, these are some of my covers done by K-Pop artists. Yes.

[maryenette-writes]

You Are My World Pt. 2 [Dick Grayson x Reader]

A/N: You did it folks. You made me write Part 2. Sadly I wasn’t able to include the Batfam’s reaction to it, but I still hope you enjoy this part as much as the first part!

Pairing: Dick Grayson x Reader

Warnings: aNGST

Word Count: 1377

You should’ve known.

Really, you should’ve. After all, you had noticed all the little details. You knew he was falling out of love with you, you knew he was growing distant, you knew, you knew, you fucking knew.

Yet your stupid self chose not to believe it. You shouldn’t even be surprised, but you were. The words made you still as if the blood pumping in your veins had frozen. You felt nauseous all of the sudden, and the world spun slightly behind those tears that blurred your vision.

Swallowing your nausea away, you decided to quietly slip away before Dick could even notice you. For a vigilante and cop, he was surprisingly unaware of his surroundings. Was that what she did to him, whoever your replacement was? Was he so immersed in her that he made himself vulnerable?

Pathetic, you thought bitterly, absolutely pathetic.

Exiting the apartment with nothing more than your handbag, you drove to the nearby shopping center and bought all your necessities along with some spare clothes and pajamas. Then, you rented a room at a hotel and decided to stay there until you could sort things out. A pool of emotions swirled within your chest right now and for this issue, you wanted to be prepared before you dealt with him.

But as you sat on the bed, all alone, in this foreign room, the tears you bravely held back spilled over. You tried so hard to stop them because he was definitely not worth your tears, but it wouldn’t stop. The wet droplets kept falling down your face. A sob erupted from your mouth, the first of many to come. You fell back and curled into a ball.

And that first night, you allowed yourself to weep for a man that didn’t deserve your tears.

It took Dick two days to finally come calling for you.

Two days.

You shook your head in disbelief when you first saw his name appear on your phone. It took him that long to realize you were missing? That you never came home and slept on that bed? That everything was left virtually untouched? Did he care so little for you?

You ignored his calls and texts and continued your work, despite wanting desperately to respond. Over those two short days, you hardened your heart. After crying yourself to sleep the first night you made the decision to be tough on yourself. No more of that lovesick girl making a fool of herself. You were so much better than that and much better than him.

However, Dick Grayson was one persistent man. Because after another day of completely ignoring him, he showed up at the hotel you sought refuge in, a look of concern plastered on his face.

What for though? He didn’t seem concerned when he stabbed you in the back.

“[F/N],” he sighed in relief upon seeing you alive and well, “I was so worried that something happened.” He reached out to embrace you but you held your arms up, stopping him. That made him frown because you never refused a hug from him before. “[F/N], what’s wrong? Why are you even here? Did something happen?”

You wanted to slap him then. Why was he acting all innocent? Why was he so concerned? Why… why did he have to find you?

“Just… just leave, Dick,” you muttered, “I don’t want to see you right now.” You turned to leave but he grabbed your wrist, holding it tightly to prevent you from leaving.

“Hey, [F/N] wait,” he exclaimed, “what’s going on with you? Why are you like this?” When you didn’t answer, he said, “come on, don’t be like this. I miss you… you know how much I love you, I want my girl back.”

Hearing this, you laughed humorlessly. “You… love me?” You shook your head in disbelief. “How could you say that… when it’s not true?”

Dick’s brows furrowed in confusion. “Babe, why would you think that? Of course I love you!” he claimed, rather desperately too, as if he was slowly realizing you were on to him.

“No, you don’t,” you told him in a rather sad voice, “in another time, you did. You loved me like I was your world, like I was a supernova brightening up your universe… but now, I’m just another girl to you.”

“No—no [F/N], I—“ he shook his head repeatedly, refusing to believe your words, “how could you say that?”

“Am I your world anymore, Dick?” You whispered, your eyes glassy. You hated yourself for being emotional. But you told yourself although you were upset, that didn’t mean you were weak. The fact that you still stood tall despite your sadness was what made you strong.

“I—of course… of course you are.” He didn’t sound like he even believed himself.

“No, I’m not,” you informed him, “your world isn’t me, it’s the other woman you have been seeing, isn’t it?” Dick’s eyes widened in shock. “She is your world now, not me.”

“[F/N], please wait. I-I can explain,” Dick stammered, his panic evident in his wavering voice.

“I don’t need your explanation,” you stated bluntly, “I don’t want it.”

“But I swear I—“

“It doesn’t matter,” you cut him off, “what’s done is done. You aren’t in love with me anymore, and that’s fine.” It’s not. “People fall out of love all the time. It’s life, I get it.”

Dick’s grip on your wrist tightened and his eyes were wide with panic and desperation. “W-W-Wait, [F/N], you can’t leave me. I-I love you. Please, I promise I do. You’ve got to believe me.”

“Dick—“

“That woman, she’s a mistake. I’m in love with you, it’s always been you,” he claimed, words tumbling out of his mouth as he tried to keep you. However, his words only made you more frustrated, disgusted even. What of that poor woman? Was he just playing her too? How shallow did he become to throw her away like that?

“Dick, let go of me.”

“No!” exclaimed Dick, “please, [F/N]... this is… this is just a phase. I’ll get over it. I already have!” His eyes were watery now.

“I told you, let go of me.” You repeated, raising your volume.

“But—“

“Richard Grayson, let go of me this instant.”

The icy tone of your voice made him flinch and he did as he was told, reluctantly letting you go. You stared at him, not with anger anymore but with pity. He was so desperate, for what you didn’t know. He made his choice, a choice that broke your heart and apparently his as well.

You were in grief, why wouldn’t you be? But you were also angry, and above all, you felt sorry for your ex-lover. He lost someone who was absolutely devoted to him, who knew who he truly was and supported him, endured him and loved him unconditionally. He lost all of that. He lost you.

“I’ll return in a week,” you spoke slowly, making sure he could comprehend each word, “I want you packed and out by then.” Your words seem to cut him like a knife but he didn’t dare argue anymore. He saw what he did now. He saw the wounds he inflicted, he knew you wouldn’t budge. He may not be with you now but the both of you still knew each other well.

Taking a step back, you memorized all the details of the broken man standing before you. His tousled hair, those sapphire gems you always got lost in, that well-built body of his, and his lips that used to be an instrument that marked your body. You remembered his dashing smile, the way his eyes lit up, the way he always defended his love for cereal and how he made the most effort to pull off the cheesiest things ever. Then he would grace you with that warm laugh of his that made you feel all fuzzy inside.

You memorized all of it, implanted it in your mind because you knew you would never go back to that. Allowing a stray tear to cascade down your cheek, you looked into Dick’s eyes.

“Goodbye, Richard.”

And then you turned around and never looked back.

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