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caramelcal · 3 years ago

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her favorite protector

summary: its been weeks since Luke and Bambi last spoke after their argument at the club, and everything seems bleak. things take a turn for the worst for bambi, but it seems only luke can save her from this one.

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requests: Anonymous asked:Hope your doing well and Omg you cannot leave us like that with his favorite club :( my heart is breaking. We need more!! We need cute fluffiness where Luke can change some of those controlling ways. Maybe a kidnapping or something? His worst nightmare coming true that his rivalry is using Bambi to hurt him?

Anonymous asked:For the next part of bambi and Luke, maybe while bambi is at Anna’s, a rival of Luke finds her and she’s really scared and even though they aren’t on the best terms Luke somehow finds her and rescue her

this gif...wow. he’s so pretty <3

ALSO?? LUKE IS ENGAGED TO SIERRA??? I FOUND OUT AND SCREAMED FR AHDFGHBNJHGFD IM SO HAPPY FOR THEM OMG

ᴅɪsᴄʟᴀɪᴍᴇʀ- ɪ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴏɴᴅᴏɴᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴘᴏsᴛɪɴɢ ᴏʀ ᴛʀᴀɴsʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ᴍʏ ғɪᴄs ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴍʏ ᴘᴇʀᴍɪssɪᴏɴ. ɪ ᴏʙᴠɪᴏᴜsʟʏ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ᴏᴡɴ ʟᴜᴋᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜɪs ɪs ᴘᴜʀᴇʟʏ ғɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ. ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ɪs ɴᴏ ᴅɪsʀᴇsᴘᴇxᴛ ᴍᴇᴀɴᴛ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇsᴇ ғɪᴄs, ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʀᴇ sɪᴍᴘʟʏ ғᴏʀ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏᴍᴇɴᴛ. ᴛʜᴀɴᴋʏᴏᴜ <3

Bambi hadn’t had a particularly great few weeks. She needed space, she knew that, and she knew that time away from Luke would do her the world of good. Anna had been nothing but kind to her, hospitable, not asking too many questions about why she was there and why Luke hadn’t shown up. Anna knew of Luke’s more controlling ways, so it baffled her that he hadn’t even acknowledged the girl being away for so long.

From what Anna had observed previously, Luke could barely breathe without the girl by his side; couldn’t rest easy. Neither could his girlfriend...if they could even call each other that anymore.

Anna, in all honestly, just wanted to know what the hell happened. She knew her best friend well, and she hadn’t stopped looking like you had kicked a puppy right in front of her. Hardly even speaking, barely going out, a very small and almost unnoticeable frown on her face.

It was a miracle that Anna had managed to get her out to the club last night. Sure, the smaller girl didn’t have the best time, but it was far better than any plans that she had at the weekend. All she planned on doing was sitting around and moping, the girl was miserable.

Maybe it was selfish, but she really wanted Luke to text her. She wanted some sort of proof that he still cared for her, and compared to his normal overprotective nature, this was so...different. It was almost as if he didn’t care for her anymore, maybe he moved on. Bambi didn’t know. What she did know of, however, was that Luke had a history of sleeping around. What if he didn’t bother coming back for her and just went back to his old ways instead?

It made her feel sick.

Maybe that’s why she barely got through the first round of shots before she was telling Anna she was going to head home, not wanting to be too much of a damper on her best friend’s night.

It seemed that the plan had worked. By the next morning, Anna was nursing an awful migraine due to her hangover and was sporting many new bruises that she didn’t know where they were from. At some point during the night, she had broken a heel off of her shoes, the discarded heel nowhere to be seen.

Anna still demanded they were going out to run errands the day after, dismissing her hangover but demanding that the smaller girl drove her. Surprisingly, she had gotten used to driving after so long of not even having her hands on a steering wheel. It wasn’t her fault that Luke had always preferred that he or Jacob drove her.

Granted, the girl didn’t have a car yet, but Anna was chill about her using hers.

“Anna,” The girl called out from the room, putting her converse on and tying them up, awaiting her friend to reply to her shout.

However, her reply never came, making the girl sigh. Maybe the girl had fallen asleep or just didn’t want to shout back due to her headache. She quickly picked up her purse and walked into the hallway leading into the main front room, “When are we leaving for-”

The smaller girl cut herself off, looking up towards where Anna should have been by herself but instead was pulled against a man’s chest, tears streaming from her eyes, absolutely horrified. A gun was pointed at Anna’s head, making Bambi still in fear.

“One bad move and this bullet goes into her brain, kid,” One of the men’s gruff voices warned, making fear hit the small girl like a wave. She didn’t know what to do, she wasn’t exactly prepared for it.

Bambi stilled, eyes traveling up to meet the older man in front of her, he looked powerful, must have been their leader. He was older than her, but couldn’t have been much older than 30. Small pieces of stubble decorating his jawline and a black shirt covering his muscles, stretching across his wide chest.

“Good move, princess. You’re coming with us,” The next thing the small girl knew was that the gun was no longer pointed towards Anna, instead, it was directly facing her. One pulling of the trigger and a bullet was going to lodge its way between her eyes.

Bambi didn’t have any time to react or notice the person behind her before their cloth-covered hand was covering her mouth. She was pulled against their body, restricted, unable to scream. Her mouth was dry with fear, the strong smell of chemicals hitting her nostrils as she breathed in. Chloroform.

Bambi’s eyes meet Anna’s tear-filled ones, her figure shaking lightly with terror. Anna was pressed down against the counter now, cheek against the marble, hands behind her back, and gun pressing against her temple. She could only watch, helpless, as her best friend was being manhandled out of the house.

Bambi couldn’t do anything either -weaponless- defenseless against these guys but she knew exactly why they were there. They were there to get her, to use her as a bargaining chip against Luke, just about the biggest cliché in the book. The small girl couldn’t help but wonder what they would do to her once they found out that she was useless, and no longer affiliated with the tall Australian. Would they put a bullet in her brain? Send her in a bag to the bottom of a lake?

However, the girl didn’t get much time to question or worry about this as the chloroform from the cloth weakened her as she was about the be thrown in the car, slumping against the man behind her, eyes closed, legs collapsing from beneath her, her consciousness slowly ebbing away into nothingness.

By the time that the girl had woken up, her vision was blurry, and she was tied to a chair, her arms behind her, legs tied to an individual leg of said chair. She was in a warehouse that looked to be completely abandoned, a hole in the roof allowing cold air to waft about. It was freezing.

“Looks like sleeping beauty had woken up,” A scratchy masculine voice taunted at the small girl, standing tall in front of her, blocking her from seeing anything.

“What do you want from me?” Her voice was also scratchy, maybe from the chloroform, she wasn’t entirely sure. She still felt disorientated, barely keeping herself from staying upright as she looked at the man who stood above her, a sinister grin on his face.

“We don’t want anything from you, kid. We want your boyfriend’s head blown off his body.”

“I don’t,” Bambi cut herself off for a moment, coughing, “I don’t have a boyfriend.”

The man above her scoffed, rolling his eyes as he looked back down at the girl again, “Don’t act like I’m stupid, princess. All you gotta do is phone him, and Hemmings will come rushing to save his little girlfriend.”

Tears gather in the girl’s eyes as the reality of the situation kicks in. It isn’t a dream, this was her real life. She didn’t want to be trapped like this, in this chair or this life. Luke didn’t care for her anymore, he hadn’t talked to her in weeks, why would he come and save her?

“He won’t come.”

“Don’t play me, princess. I’ve never seen Hemmings ever with a girl twice until you,” He pointed towards the girl, sneering ever so slightly, “You are the key to us getting his gang wiped off of the map. starting with Hemmings, then Clifford, then Hood and Irwin.”

Tears choked up the girl’s throat, her mouth opening as she thought of the fight that she had with him, then the weeks of not talking. The loneliness, the discord. Luke hadn’t bothered to reach out to her, to check that she was ok. Her head shook slightly as the strong emotions continued to arise, “He doesn’t love me anymore, it’s useless.”

The man’s hand gripped the edge of Bambi’s shirt lightly, his jaw clenching as he spoke harshly, spit flying out of his mouth as he threatened the young girl. The gun, which had loosely been held in the man’s hand was now pointed at her once more, “Didn’t ask for your fucking sob story, kid. Open your fucking phone and call him.”

Bambi was frozen in fear, it felt like ice was going through her veins as her phone was thrashed harshly into her shaking hand. At her hesitance to call him, the gun was pressed harshly into the skin of her ribcage as the man ordered again, this time with his words even more clipped, “Now.”

She knew the man wasn’t asking, it wasn’t even an order, it was a threat. This man was dangerous, and she was defenseless against him, if she even wanted a chance of survival she had to comply and hope that he prayed mercy on her and let her go when she realizes she isn’t of use. Shakily, the girl found Luke’s contact, swallowing back her tears, she pressed the call button.

It was silent in the big room in the warehouse other than the few rings the phone made out as the man made her put the phone on speaker. Surprisingly, only a few moments of the phone ringing, it stopped, connecting onto the call with the tall Australian himself.

“Hello?” Luke’s voice sounded out and the girl felt the tears begin to roll down her cheeks at the sound of his voice. It was familiar, it felt like home but at the same time, she felt her stomach clench. His voice was surprisingly soft, the only indication that Luke knew that it was his Bambi calling.

She knew that he had been expecting her to call most likely. She just wished it hadn’t happened like this. She opened her mouth to talk, but the words didn’t form as the tears fell harder, his voice sounding through once more, this time sounding more concerned, “Bambi? What is it?”

“Luke I-” She cut herself off, forcing her sobs to stay silent as she felt the man press the gun against her in annoyance, rolling his eyes before stealing the phone out of the girl’s hand.

“Hemmings, you know when I found out you had a new girlfriend I didn’t think she’d be quite as soft as this,” The man taunted as he stared down at the girl in front of him, “She’s not your usual type, is she? Where’d you find this one?”

“What do you want, Andrews?”

“I want you to meet me at the warehouse, you know the one I’m sure,” The man had rolled his eyes, not that Luke could have seen and a smirk rose to his face, “I’d tell you to come alone without any weapons but I won’t. Bring Hood, Clifford, Irwin, I don’t care. I can just wipe out you all at the same time.”

It was silent for a moment, “What makes you think I will?”

“Because if you don’t I’ll make sure the next time you see your little love she’ll have a bullet in her head. Wouldn’t want me to mess up her pretty little face, would you?” He looked back at the smaller girl again, sending her a malicious smile that made the hair on the back of her neck stand up, “You have an hour, Hemmings.”

With that, the man hung up, tossing the girl’s phone to the floor and crushing it swiftly with the heel of his shoe.

The next hour was taunting for the small girl. The man didn’t leave her side, almost as if he was afraid that she would escape. At that time, she tried to distract herself with anything, but the cold warehouse was bare apart from the chair she was stuck to and the clock that stood high on the wall in front of her, taunting her almost.

The time slowly went by, and the girl lost hope. Luke wasn’t coming for her. Soon enough, the clock struck the time that would have been an hour past the phone call. Then another ten minutes passed. Another five.

“He isn’t coming,” The girl had spoken up to the man, which most definitely wasn’t the smartest thing.

The man continued to look straight forward, scoffing, “Shut up girl. He will.”

He seemed so assured of himself, of Luke. For a man that hated Luke so much, he seemed to have a lot of faith in him. The silence, which had yet again filled up the room was broken by the sound of someone talking through the radio, yet it was too broken up to hear.

The man took the radio off of the side of his pants, holding it up to his face, “Jason? Tyson? Can anyone hear me?”

Only more crackling sounds were heard until it faded off into silence. The man’s face twisted into a scowl as he cursed under his breath, getting his gun out and marching towards the door. He wasn’t very smart, clearly, leaving the girl unguarded and alone; she was all of the leverage he had against Luke.

The sound of gunshots made the girl flinch, eyes screwing shut as she began to shake. She didn’t want to be here. She just wanted to be home, in her bed. Not Anna’s guest bedroom, but her own. She couldn’t deal with this anymore.

The fighting got louder and louder until she heard someone battering right against the walls of the room she was in. The door heaved open, but she couldn’t find it in herself to open her eyes, too petrified of who could be there if she did. Hands pressed against her skin as she jumped, trying to fight them away but to no avail as they untied her bound legs.

“Bambi,” The man breathed out, and suddenly the smell of a familiar cologne clung to Bambi’s nostrils, her tears going thicker.

Her eyes opened to find Luke in front of her, crouched down, throwing the rope away that she had been tied to. She threw herself into his arms, hands going around his neck, one hand in his curls. He held onto her like he was scared she was going to evaporate right between his arms, holding her close against his body.

“It’s alright dove, I’ve got you,” He whispered, trying his best to comfort the sobbing girl in his arms. His eyes were closed, thankful to have the girl back in his embrace, and had no plan to let go of her anytime soon, “I got you.”

Calum, Ashton, and Michael had covered his back, successfully eliminating all of the threats as he had raced to get his girl, to have her safe with him once more. They had entered the room to see their best friend crouched down, practically encasing the smaller girl in his arms as she cried, him comforting her. They deserved their privacy, even after everything that had gone on, but they knew they needed to get out of here soon.

The girl’s tears subsided for a moment as she pulled away from the man, eyes darting around and voice panicky, “You need to find Anna, she was-”

“I know, she called me. She’s safe. We’ve been trying to figure out a plan to get you back for three hours now baby,” After his reassurance, he used the hand that was on the back of her head to push her towards him slightly, kissing her forehead as he played with her hair.

Soon enough, he has his leather jacket off, leaving him in only his black button-up, splaying the jacket across her shoulders to keep her warm. The drive back to their condo is silent, but that’s exactly how it should be. Luke doesn’t take his hand away from Bambi for the entire ride, despite how dangerous it could be. He just wants to remind himself that she’s there; back in his arms.

Luke had to admit, the condo felt warmer now that she was back in it. She sat on the counter in the bathroom, hand holding onto Luke’s as if it was her lifeline as he ran them both a bath, helping her strip down and get into the bath before sliding in behind her, pulling her against him.

Bambi basked in the warmth that both the water and the person behind her gave her. They barely talked for the first ten minutes, enjoying the comfort that the silence brings with it.

“I love you,” Luke murmured, pressing a kiss against her shoulder, stubbly beard itching her shoulder.

“I love you too, Lu,” The girl twisted around to face the man, pressing her lips against his, bubble-covered hand getting bubbles on his face. She doesn’t mention the beard, far too tired to make unnecessary conversation. She, however, noticed the guilty and solemn expression on her boyfriend’s face, quietly stating, “It’s not your fault, you know.”

“I should’ve protected you,” He whispered, hand reaching up to cradle her cheek, softly tracing patterns on her cheek with his thumb.

“No, you were giving me space, as I wanted. You were being respectful of my boundaries, and I love you for that.”

“It put you in danger, Bambi,” His hand that was around her waist pulled her closer when he said that, “I’ll do better, I promise. I’ll protect you.”

“No, Lu. You can’t protect me forever,” The girl said, kissing him on the cheek before speaking again, eyes never moving from the gaze that she held with the blue-eyed man, “I wanna drive, go out by myself without Jacob. I wanna go to the club-”

“Absolutely not,” Luke scoffed, shaking his head, his protective side of the smaller girl coming out.

“Luke,”

She looked up at him, head tilted slightly to the side with an eyebrow raised. He stared down at her, holding his ground before he looked away, letting out a slightly exasperated and breathy laugh, “Fine. But you only go to the club with me and you never leave my side. And you’re taking boxing classes. MMA, whatever. I’m teaching you how to fight. You need to tell me where you’re going at all times and sometimes let Jacob drive you but you still need to leave when low-level gang members are here-”

“Luke.”

“Fine. But you need to keep your distance from them, ok?”

The girl smiled beamingly, kissing him on the lips. She knew that from a protective boyfriend like Luke, that was the best that she was going to get, “Thanks babe, love you!”

Luke grumbled something lightly that sounded like ‘yeah, love you too’ as he rolled his eyes, the girl starting to clamber out of the bath. Her hands were starting to wrinkle due to the water, showing her that she needed to get out. However, she nearly slipped, thankfully being held back by her boyfriend, who helped her get out safely.

Slipping a towel over her body, she sent her boyfriend a sheepish smile, “How’re you expected to defend yourself at the club if you can’t even get out the bath, Bambi?”

“Oh shut it, Lu,” The girl laughed, making the blond’s face crack out into a small smile, “You coming or what?”

“Yeah yeah, give me a minute,” With that, the girl left, leaving the man to shake his head with a smile on his face. They were both back, with each other, where they belonged.

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mochegato · 4 years ago

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Hope on Board

Chapter 14 – There’s a New Oracle in Gotham

Chapter 1 Chapter 13

“Are you nervous?” Dick asked as he and Marinette waited for the doctor.

“No,” she said a little too calmly. Dick raised an eyebrow at her. “Terrified is not the same thing as nervous,” she answered back refusing to look at him.

Dick chuckled lightly and pulled her into his chest, nuzzling into her to calm both of them. “I’m scared too,” he whispered.

Marinette shook her head violently into his shoulder, tears starting to well up in her eyes. “What if something’s wrong? What if I’m doing something that is hurting the baby? What if it’s just my body hurting the baby and I can never have children? What if the baby needs surgery? What if…”

Dick interrupted her increasingly panicked rambling. “Hey, hey. It’ll be okay.” He hooked his finger under her chin to encourage her to look up to meet his eyes. “It will be okay. The doctor said she wasn’t worried, she just wanted to know what was going on.” His voice was calm and filled with concern for her. “We will know more in just a little bit and we’re going to get to see our baby for the first time!”

She gave him a weak smile. “Yeah, that will be really nice. I’m really excited to see him or her.” She buried her head back in his chest, taking comfort in the feel of his arms around her. “Sorry.”

She could feel Dick shaking his head as it rested on hers. “It’s okay. I understand. I’m scared to, but really excited to see our Little Bird.”

“Bird?” She asked with an amused smile. “I think Adrien has decided the baby is a kitten.”

“My Mom always called me her Little Bird,” he answered nostalgically. Close to the truth. She called him her Robin, but he couldn’t say that.

Marinette smiled warmly at him. “Little Bird. I like that. Good theme for a nursery too.”

Dick chuckled. “You’re already thinking about the nursery?”

Marinette rolled her eyes and pulled him onto a waiting room couch with her. “I’ve been thinking about the nursery since I found out I was pregnant.”

“Marinette Dupain-Cheng?” They heard called out from the door to the back offices.

“Here,” Marinette called standing up. She laced her fingers with Dick’s and squeezed. He gave her a supportive smile and kissed her temple.

The technician smiled kindly at them. “Good afternoon. My name is Julie. How are you feeling today?”

“Nervous,” Marinette answered honestly.

“I thought you weren’t nervous,” Dick whispered in her ear with a smirk, trying to get her to smile again and succeeding.

Julie nodded and gave her an understanding look. “That is pretty normal. This is your first time seeing the baby, right?” Marinette nodded mutely. “That is incredibly exciting and nerve wracking. It was for me. Here’s our room. Please get up on the bed and lay back. I’m going to need you to lower your pants just a bit for me.”

Marinette took a deep breath and sat on the table bed. She looked over to Dick nervously. Despite knowing everything was probably okay, she couldn’t stop her mind from running through all the terrible options. Anxiety and hormones had taken charge of her brain and she couldn’t slow it down or stop it. The spiral was now in control, centrifugal force keeping her from escaping but then suddenly it stopped.

She looked over to find Dick holding her hand, cradling it to his chest. His other hand was on her cheek, gently brushing it with his thumb. His smile was soft and reassuring. He was there and he wasn’t going anywhere. Whatever happened, she wouldn’t have to face it alone. He would be there with her, holding her hand when she needed a reminder and carrying her when she couldn’t walk on her own. She smiled at him and squeezed his hand. She turned back to Julie as she finished getting everything ready.

Julie brought out a small disposable sheet and tucked it into Marinette’s pants. “This should help keep them clean,” she informed them quietly. “Okay now the gel. It’s heated so you don’t have to deal with cold gel. That was never fun for me.”

Marinette nodded and focused on breathing evenly while they waited for the screen to light up with something. As soon as Julie put the wand on her belly, they saw an image appear on screen. Marinette narrowed her eyes to focus on the image. Julie finally stopped moving the wand around after a few seconds. Marinette cocked her head to the side to try to make out the image… nope. She cocked her head to the other side. Nothing about the stark black and white image made sense.

She looked over at Dick to see if he could make anything out and laughed. His head was moving from side to side like hers had, but he was moving faster than she had. “What?” he laughed back at her. “I’m sure it makes sense, I just need to figure out the right angle.”

“Oh, sorry. That’s on me,” Julie assured them. “I’m just taking some measurements first.” After a few clicks she moved the wand to a new position. “Huh.”

“Huh? What huh?” Marinette’s head whipped back to the screen to see if she could figure out what Julie was seeing. “Something wrong with the baby?”

Julie smiled widely. “No, not as far as I can tell anyway. I’m not seeing anything of concern… with either one.”

“Either?” Dick’s voice cracked as he repeated the word.

Julie moved the wand to a slightly better position and suddenly the image became… ‘very’ wasn’t quite the right word, but more clear. If she squinted, Marinette could make out two little heads and bodies curled up around each other. “Either,” she repeated. “Would you like to hear your babies’ heartbeats?”

Marinette nodded in a daze, refusing to remove her eyes from the screen. Twins. They were going to have twins. They were going to have twins and her parents were half a world away. Two babies not just one. She was terrified of not being able to be a good mom to one baby and now there were two. How was she going to support two babies?

Her mind stopped when she heard the distinctive sound of a heartbeat. It sounded like the heartbeat had an echo, the second heartbeat. She looked to the edge of the monitor. There were two numbers there, one for the heartrate of the first baby and one for the heartrate of the second baby. “They match,” she commented quietly.

“What?” Dick asked giving her a confused look.

“Their heartrates, they match.” She smiled as tears started gently falling. “I always wanted a sibling to play with growing up. Our babies are going to have that. And they’re already in sync. They’re already protecting each other.”

Dick smiled and wiped the tears from her cheeks. “Two Little Birds.”

Marinette giggled and pulled him down for a kiss. She rested her head against his temple watching the monitor change as Julie moved the wand around to take more measurements and pictures of the babies. “Twins,” she repeated in awe watching the monitor.

“Twins,” Dick repeated happily.

“Did you want to know the gender now?” Julie asked.

“You can tell already?”

“They are in a good position for it otherwise I probably wouldn’t be able to for a few weeks. You guys are incredibly lucky, this almost never happens this early.” Julie offered. Marinette looked over to Dick for his input. She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth as she thought about it. “I could also write it down for you if you prefer. Or, you will likely have a few more ultrasounds so you can find out then.”

“What do you think?” Dick asked her carefully.

“I think it might help for buying clothes and designing clothes, figuring out what we want to do, picking names, but I don’t know,” she finished uncertainly. “What do you think? What do you want to do?”

“I… I want to know,” his voice became confident as he spoke the words. “I want to know what we are having and what names to pick.”

“Okay,” Marinette squeezed his hand again and turned to Julie. “We want to know, please.”

“If you’re sure,” she waited for Marinette and Dick to nod before continuing. “This one,” she indicated the baby on the left, “is a boy. And this one,” she indicated the baby on the right, “is a girl.”

Dick grinned impossibly wider. “A little Marinette and a little Dick,” he commented quietly.

“Oh,” Marinette gasped and her face turned to sudden realization. “Oh, I’m going to kill Jason,” she growled.

“It isn’t his fault,” Dick laughed.

“Don’t you dare defend him. Yes it is! He spoke it into existence. He owes me food and babysitting,” she pouted. “I’m eating for three because of him.”

“Pretty sure it’s because of us,” Dick commented wryly. He laughed at Marinette’s mock glare and shifted his expression to mock solemnity. “I will let him know.”

“And Lucius! I’m not talking to Lucius right now either,” she added on.

“What did Lucius do?”

“He agreed with Jason, the traitor.”

“You really should have expected that when you told him,” Dick shrugged kissing her temple, the grin on his face too wide to wipe off.

“I didn’t tell him. Tim did,” Marinette corrected. Dick nodded with a bemused smile rather than say anything. “How am I going to carry twins?” She suddenly asked in a horrified voice.

“I’m just printing off some shots for you to take with you and show around if you want to. The doctor will want to speak with you in just a few minutes to discuss what to expect with twins. I can take you to the next room when you’re ready. Here’s a towel to wipe off the rest of the gel. Just knock on the door when you’re ready.” She handed them the ultrasound images and gave them a smile before leaving the room.

Dick took the images and studied them in awe while Marinette cleaned off her stomach. There were his babies, both of them. He could just make out their heads and their chests. He traced the lines of their bodies, a sense of love and protectiveness swelling in him. A goofy grin on his face. He knew he was going to freak out about how to manage it later but today, right now, he just wanted to bask in this. Marinette curled into his embrace and rested her head on his chest looking at the images as well, a contented smile on her face.

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Dick pulled out his phone while he waited for Marinette to get back from the bathroom and dialed a familiar number, the grin on his face too wide to hide. “Hey, you might want to avoid Marinette for a little while.”

The other end of the line was silent for a few seconds as all the possible infractions against Marinette were considered, until finally the correct one registered. “…Holy shit! No way! You’re kidding,” Jason’s laughter boomed through the phone. “Congrats, man.”

“Thanks,” Dick grinned.

“Is she actually mad?” Dick could hear the cringe through the phone.

“Nah. Scared about how we’re going to manage it, we both are, but not mad. Happy though. Excited. I’m going to have twins, Jay. I’m going to be a dad.” Dick couldn’t stop the giggle that escaped his lips. He was going to have two babies. He was going to have a family. He knew he was going to be a father before but actually seeing the baby made it so much more real than just seeing a bump.

“Yeah you are.”

“A boy and a girl.”

“You found out already?”

“Yeah, apparently we were really lucky and they were in the perfect position.”

“Hey! I called it. Holy shit. There’s a new Oracle in town, baby.”

Dick laughed bordering on hysterically and ran his hand through his hair. “You better watch it. I might tell Barbara you said that.”

“Hey, I already promised to babysit for a few hours a week. What more do you want?”

“Marinette wants food.”

“Is that Jason? Tell him I want pizza and cookies today. I expect more later,” Marinette spoke up loud enough for Jason to hear.

Jason chuckled. “I’ll bring the pizzas and cookies. Movie night at your place?”

“How about movie night at the manor instead?” He looked to Marinette to see if she approved.

Marinette nodded. “Okay. Then Damian can come if he wants, no pressure, but he knows he’s welcome.”

Dick grinned and pulled her into a hug, kissing her temple. “Spread the word?”

“Seriously?” Jason groaned. “I’m already providing the food, for apparently everyone. I’m stealing B’s card.”

“Fine. I’ll send a text,” Dick agreed.

“And Adrien?” Marinette asked.

“And Adrien,” Dick confirmed. “The whole family.” Marinette smiled dazzlingly and curled further into his embrace.

Chapter 15

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sainadazai · 4 years ago

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Chapter 5

^^^

A/n Hey I drew a lil doodoo drawing of y/ns suit

So yeah, this was a quick one when I was bored. Maybe Ill do more art for this book and better art later. I also apologize for the body type being on the side of thin- curvy.

I simply drew the common body shape for MHA's animated style, and then made the thighs a lil thicker because I felt like a garter deserves some nice thighs . If its not your body type, or it offends you, I apologize, and I can take it off this story if it bothers anyone.

Anyway..

On the way out of school that day, you could faintly hear the quarrel of two boys from your class, the ones whose fight earlier scared Ojiro. They seemed to have so much in common, and yet it pitted against them. They needed a wake up call, but it wasn't yours to give. The yelling was hard to just walk by, but you did your best to tune it out, you'd ease dropped enough earlier when you watched them put their hearts into their battle on the screen.

Still, your mind was preoccupied, so you walked past them easily, not even sparing a glance. Eyes stuck to the ground in concentration. Just trying to follow the little scrapes and grooves in the sidewalk you stood on.

Todoroki said thank you, after you apologized. As if he'd never heard it before, that's what his voice sounded like. Like no one ever noticed that fear he had in those heterochromatic eyes. Whatever happened to him, stuck with him. Bothered him, even. You could just tell.

Why hadn't you said something more? Or maybe all you said was all he neede-

"Oof!"

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't see you," He did see you, he saw you from meters away, looking at the ground. Perfect time for him to execute his plan.

You looked up from your spot on the ground, having fallen over. There stood Shoto Todoroki, in all his deadpan glory, looking down at you. He wasn't offering a hand so you did your best to stand on your own while keeping your underwear hidden. The boy didn't seem like the type who would look, but you never know.

"Ah, don't worry, um, its my fault anyways." You had been waiting for the chance to talk to him, but now he stood in front of you, there was nothing you felt comfortable saying. Earlier in class you totally embarrassed yourself in front of him, and then scared him. In a mean way too, in a trauma way.

"I don't really see how it's your fault."

So he did want to talk to you? He could have simply left after the brief apologies, but he stayed, protesting your claim. That and the privacy, made it much easier to respond to the boy.

"Well, I was staring at the ground, so not really the best way to walk through a place where anyone else could be." You kept your gaze at his shoes, to prevent from overthinking and getting flustered. This was supposed to be the beginning of a great friendship.

"Hm, you always look at the ground?" He pondered seriously, as you used his voice to block out the sounds of yelling a couple hundred meters away.

What was he implying with that question? Did he mean it as an insult, or was he just curious? He always seemed so sincere with his words, blunt but soft. It was strange to you, but it felt trustworthy.

"What do you mean?"

"You always seem to be looking at the ground, like in the quirk assessment test, and when you were beating me earlier. Why do you do that, L/n?" Todoroki took a step forward, standing one meter away from you.

"I guess to distract myself?" You were guessing out loud, but again something about it felt okay. Like you could say whatever you wanted and he would still just be there, curious eyes staring down at you.

"What are you distracting yourself fr-"

"You were super cool in the training earlier!" You almost yelled at him, not feeling like describing the eyes that felt so prying on you every time you spoke. Similarly not wishing to relive all the years where talking got you beat up in alleys on your walk home, and black eyes began to mark your face more commonly than not. It's not like that would be important to him, at least your wounds healed.

He had that trauma, whatever it was, constantly screaming at him in the mirrors or reflections of himself. A scar that widens his stoic eyes at the mere presence of heat, something that must hurt him very badly. Your childhood bullies are nothing to him, so it's best to talk about anything else.

"Oh, um thank you, L/n, but you were the one who won after all. I won't let you best me again, you know."

"Oh, I um, I'm not sure that win was fair.." You rubbed the back of your neck, hiding your embarrassment for your actions earlier. It didn't seem to cross your mind that what you did was actually what you were supposed to do. All you could think of was the look in his eyes that you put there, and you didnt ever wanna see it again.

Todoroki could sense that feeling of guilt in you, he'd felt it plenty of times before. Alone in his room when he dreams of his mothers face, sitting at his desk at school, thinking of all of the times he lost control of his quirk as a kid, in training. He learned to see it in others, you felt like it was an unfair win because you had scared him. That was your job, though, wasn't it? Why were you so upset at your success? He didn't understand.

"Did you break a rule, or something?"

"No.."

"Then how could you have cheated?"

"I just.. Look whatever happened to you eye-" you stopped as you noticed him stiffen. It wouldn't be nice to make him relive his trauma either, so what were you meant to say?

"I just shouldn't have used heat, I could tell that was a burn scar and it was a cruel thing to do." you looked down at the ground feeling like the shittiest hero in the world.

"You were playing the villain, though, weren't you?" He spoke again, seeming to have regained his stoic presence and stone face.

"I guess I was, but I'm here to become a hero. A hero wouldn't do something like that."

"Maybe they would." He started talking with certainty that disobeyed his use of the word 'maybe'.

"Huh?"

"Not all heroes are what you think they are, L/n." He looked you dead in the eyes, the intensity of his aura growing and it almost felt like you were supposed to cower in fear. Still, you held your ground, despite now being only inches away from him.

"Sounds like you speak from experience," You tilted your head becoming more outwardly spoken and allowing your thoughts to exit your mouth.

"That's a topic for another day, goodnight, L/n." With that, he turned away and walked stiffly out of U.A.'s gates. Leaving a million questions to run through your mind.

Did this make you friends now? When would that other day come? Had you just eternally ruined your chances at being a hero? Was he right? Were some heroes bad, like you? Were you bad? There were too many questions for you to answer yourself. So you settled from going home and making some dinner with your parents, you missed them, after having to be friends with other kids all day. They would be your comforting escape from highschool, or well, two days worth of highschool.

When you arrived at the barrier-like gates of your school the next morning, you were rushed with reporters. They were men and women, tall and short, circling around you all at once. You could hear the sweet and kind voice of Uraraka from afar, but you couldn't see her over the swarm of reporters. It was terrifying.

"What's it like having all might as your teacher?"

"Is the hero course majorly improved by the symbol of peace's presence?"

"Why did All Might become a teacher?"

"Have you done any training with the number one pro?"

Being here almost felt like being in your own mind. Swarmed with questions you don't have the answers too, or the confidence to answer them if you do. It was overwhelming, the world began to spin around you and your palms grew sweaty. E/c eyes shot in every direction to find an escape but they couldn't, you were trapped. Then, little black dots started to crowd up your vision like ants in your eyes and you fell unconscious.

The brown haired girl who had been happily indulging reporters noticed your fall and ran to you, grabbing hold of your arm. She wasn't really sure what had happened, but she decided to just take you into class with her. The reporters busying themselves with other arriving students.

Ochako took it upon herself to take hold of your backpack and drag your limp body by it, all the way up the hill and into the buildings of U.A. She wouldn't admit it, due to being a bit shy, but you caught her eye on the first day of school, and she'd been meaning to befriend you. Unlike the group of girls who she noticed had adopted you, Ochako spent her first few days with Deku and Iida. Securing herself in a nice little group with them.

However, you were very pretty, and adorably shy, and she really wanted to be your friend. Then after your awesome performance in yesterday's training, she was set on it. This was a great opportunity for her to help someone out, and make a new friend!

Strange looks came from every direction as the short, pink-cheeked girl dragged your seemingly lifeless form through the halls. They were both concerned for you, and confused at her calmness in the situation. However, no one spoke on it, fearing a hero class student might have some weird reason to do a strange thing like this.

Well, no one until Deku. He had been excited to greet his friend until he noticed her unusual baggage.

"Hi Urarak-Is that L/n?!" His eyes shot wide and he almost jumped back.

She looked down to you, and then back up at the freckled boy, "Oh, yeah" rubbing her neck she added, "She sorta passed out by the reporters and I couldn't just leave her there!"

"Oh my god! Is she okay? Should we take her to recovery girl? What if she has iron deficiency? Did the reporters zap her with some sort of quirk?"

"Deku...Deku...DEKU!"

"Wahh!?Yes?"

"She is fine, I think she just got overwhelmed." Uraraka tried to calm him. She wasn't all that sure about your condition herself, but it didn't seem crazy like Midoriya was implying. You just looked panicked. Her head turned as soon, Todoroki walked up to 1.A. 's door.

"Oh, hello L/n.." he looked down at you, kicked your side a bit to check if you were dead or not. Honestly, he wasn't very surprised to see you passed out in the halls, having assumed you were met with the reporters as well. Todoroki couldn't blame you for falling unconscious, he wished he could have, too.

At his nudge, you stirred awake, and then all at once, shot up to your feet defensively. "A-All Mights cool, okay! He's fine, he's just fine. Please I-" Then your eyes cleared and you were no longer in front of the school. The people surrounding you were no longer reporters, but your classmates.

"Oh, um, hi..guys?"

"I already said hello to you, L/n."

"While I was unconscious?"

"Yes."

"How does tha-"

"Get outta my way you losers!" The puff of blonde hair and rabies stormed through the halls. Back slumped like an angry old man, scowl resting on his face. He was not excited for school after yesterday, and those damn reporters made it worse, bringing up the sludge monster incident. So imagine the rage when the annoying girl who placed just behind him on almost everything was at the door, looking stupid, and nervous, and in his way.

"L/n! You better get out of that doorway!"

You squeaked, not because bakugou's empty threats scared you, but because if you defied him, that meant speaking words. He seemed pretty good at words, so you didn't want to test it. His voice was also way too loud for someone who had just woken up from what you thought was a near death experience.

People were scary.

Soon enough, however, everyone was settled in class. You, in your seat next to Todoroki, who didn't seem quite as cold as the day prior. Not to say his face was any less stone-like or his voice was any less monotone, but the aura around him wasn't as intense. That comforted you as Aizawa began the days homeroom period.

"Decent work on yesterday's combat training, you guys. I saw the video feeds and went over each of your team's results. Bakugou, you're talented, so don't sulk like a child about your loss, okay?"

Said boy huffed a breath "Yeah, whatever."

"And midoriya.."

He continued talking about how Midoriya has to break himself to use his quirk, but you tuned it out because the memory of seeing it was pretty gross.

"L/n, your battle with Todoroki was risky, he was less than a foot away from a victory by the time you took action, additionally, you're going to have to get those nerves under control. We can't have you apologizing every time you use your quirk. It's a waste of air."

His call out of your name was enough to shock your eyes open, but him criticizing your work in front of others? That was terrifying. You knew he was right, about everything, it was his job to be, after all. Still, it hurt to hear, considering it wasn't like you intended on being shy. Your body just clamped up and started to sweat when other people came around. It got super hot and loud and scary until you muttered an apology, nothing about it was voluntary. If anything, you really wanted to be extroverted and say what's on your mind and be bold. The world just seemed to have different plans, you supposed.

"Sor- I mean, uh, yes sir!"

Todoroki shot you a side glance , internally a bit proud at your ability to stop the apology that rested on your tongue. He was having an internal battle with himself about why he wanted it and why he didn't. The argument points being; it's adorable when you're shy, it's kind to apologize - versus - you being confident yesterday was arousing, and making quick progress is a sign of intelligence. A tough battle for the young boy's mind.

"Today we'll be choosing a class representative. Hurry up and choose before class ends." Aizawa zipped himself away in his sleeping bag and the class was left confused. Until you suppose everybody wanted to be class rep. Then there was an abundance of screaming and begging. From the red haired boy, the pink skinned girl, the kind girl from lunch. The whole class thought they would be worthy leaders. You heavily disagreed.

From your experience in previous schooling, class representatives were meant to be somebody smart, strong minded, compassionate, a good leader. These were just a ton of kids begging for attention, really, you aspired to be just like them.

Aizawa was right, though, you needed to get the whole shy thing under control, and fast if you wanted people here to view you as a threat. So you decided you probably wanted momo as class rep and slumped in your seat to strategize ways to be more bold.

While you were zoning off in your seat, Iida took charge of the situation, you guessed it was always going to come down to a vote, but good on him for 'coming up with it.'

"Hey, L/n."

"Wha?! Oh todoroki, um, yes?"

"Who are you choosing?"

"Um, Yaoyorozu.."

"Why?"

"Well, she is smart, and kind, and probably a good leader, so"

"Okay. Me too then."

His words didn't make sense to you. Was he agreeing with you just because of something you said?vIt couldn't be. Maybe he was insisting that he, too, was a good leader. That would make more sense than agreeing with you.

"You're a good leader too?"

"No. I will also vote for yaoyorozu."

"B-b-but...WHY!?!" your eyes widened in shock as you whisper-yelled at him.

"You don't want me to?" he asked, still in deadpan.

"I-well I do, B-but um, nevermind." It was better to return your gaze to yo[ur desk. He would think you are weird if you said something about it being because of you. He probably just also saw those traits in momo, it had nothing to do with you.

There were almost tears in your eyes. It felt as if the whole world was rooting against you, cheering for your failure. Eyes were watching and glaring, it felt like it'd be better to just curl up into a ball on the floor. Be so small they cant see you anymore, then maybe the universe would stop hating you so much.

They were out of soba for lunch. You would rather starve.

Next to you, on the way to some random table, momo was complaining about how Midoriya was president. She didn't understand what he really could do, being that he was so shy to attention. He reminded her of you, but she would never say that. It would make you nervous, like you and he were competitors, and he is so much nicer than you.

"Hey! Over here!" Ashido called to the two of you, waving her hand frantically.

"As I was saying, he does show some signs of good leadership, but im worried he is too nervous right now."

"Mm, yeah.." Your hand came up to wave at said boy, who had been making an uncomfortable eye-contact with you for quite some time.

Over at Midoriya's table, the conversation about pros had shifted to you. As Iida was explaining his family business, or hero-business, it led him to the memory of having been told a story about you. About your dad, to be precise.

"Yes. And I dont think I'm the only descendant of a pro in our class."

"What?!' Ochako screamed, eyes wide and shaking in excitement.

His gaze flickered to where you walked slowly next to a rambling black haired girl. No lunch in hand and mind seemingly elsewhere.

"Yes. I recall the story of one rising pro from years ago, under the name of Magneto. He was almost in the top ten ranks after less than a year of hero work, and climbed quickly. His private life was kept under wraps but his last name was L/n. That, and the metal quirk lead me to believe that the L/n of our class is his relative in some way." Iida presented the information with less gestures than he used for his own family, but more like he was solving a mystery, one he seemed quite proud to have deciphered.

"Oh I know Magneto, he retired around the same time All Might got famous." Uraraka added.

They were both quite indifferent at this information, but Midoriya was thinking a million miles a second. He knew exactly why your relative retired. In the battle where All Might saved over a hundred people, and became famous, the battle he'd watched a thousand times as a kid, Magneto was injured, along with his pregnant wife. It caught the news a couple days later and he had written down everything.

So was this hero your father? Uncle? Cousin? Is this how you got to be so strong? He was so busy feeling in awe of you he began to stare. Lost in the gate of your stride, and the stillness of your lips, how they were pursed in a straight line as if you disagreed with something. Those e/c eyes were however lost in thought. Until you spoke something quietly and looked up at him, holding eye contact.

He blushed slightly at being caught and decided he should just wave, and you waved back.

From the other side of the table, Todoroki could hear everything. He could acknowledge that you were strong, with or without a famous dad, but he wondered if the pro-hero dad thing was the same for you as it was for him, He'd hope not, he assumed not, too. Even if your life wasn't what he had thought it was, you always smiled so brightly. When you thought no o[ne was looking, you'd smile at Midoriya's success, and the fighting of the kids in front of you. Sometimes he even caught you smiling to yourself in class, as you just wrote down some English questions.

That smile didn't feel like it came from struggle, or masking pain, it felt genuine. He found that he really liked that.

"Warning Level 3 Security Breach!"

#todoroki fluff #shoto torodoki #todoroki shoto x reader #mha todoroki #todoroki x reader #mha fanfiction #mha fluff #momo yaoyozoru #yaomomo #momo x reader

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ugly-crying-over-bucky-barnes · 5 years ago

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Roguish Women Part 23

Summary: Kate Rosseau is an American who fled to Paris to escape her past life. Now she's dancing and playing the part of a courtesan at the Moulin Rouge. There she meets Tommy Shelby who thinks she can be useful in expanding his empire. But has he been blinded?

Part 23: With Tommy and Kate now separated, they both have to make sense of their new realities.

Warning: Abuse

When the devil catches up to you, what do you do? Do you fight? Or do you admit defeat?

Normally, it would be fairly easy to get Tommy out of jail, especially if it was a minor offense like breaching the peace. The Shelbys had enough pull in that sector. But it didn’t help his case that he punched one of the officers so hard that it burst a blood vessel in his eye. Still, they managed to get him released before dark the same day. Even by that time, he was still raging.

“That bastard knew we were coming.” He ranted as he stormed through the betting shop.

Polly was standing in the doorway of her office, arms crossed over her chest. “I wouldn’t be so sure of that, Thomas.”

He stopped to glare at her. “What was that?”

She pointed to his office. “She left a letter for you. I found it after you left.”

Tommy almost hesitated to go read it. He was worried what it might say. Still, he didn’t have much of a choice, so he went into his office, taking off his coat and cap as he went. As Polly said, there was an envelope sitting on his desk, addressed to him. The envelope was the same type as the ones they used in the office. Maybe she had swiped one when she was passing through. The past couple of years, Tommy had grown to recognize her handwriting. Just like he recognized the scent of her perfume, her laugh, and even the sound of her heels walking down the hallway. But he was completely unaware that he had been cataloging all these little tells. No idea that she had made such a deep impression on him. Well, he didn’t know until she was gone.

Bracing himself, he sat down at his desk and lit a cigarette. He opened the envelope and removed the folded parchment paper.

Dear Tommy,

By now you’ll know I’ve left and I don’t intend on coming back. I’m sorry it had to happen this way, but I wanted you to know that you did everything you could. In the end, this is just the way it has to be. I don’t feel I have enough time to tell you everything I want to tell you. I blame myself for that. Maybe if I had been more honest, I wouldn’t feel like I was leaving loose ends. But that’s my burden I have to carry, not yours.

There are a lot of explanations as to why I did what I did. When the devil catches up to you, what do you do? Do you fight? Or do you admit defeat? When Santo threatened you and your family, I made up my mind. I’m not a martyr, I’m the one who brought this trouble to you in the first place. It’s my responsibility to take care of it. So that’s what I’m doing now. I don’t want you at war with Santo or the Changrettas. Your family has had enough heartache as it is. To start a battle with them would only bring more grief.

I obviously can’t control you, but I would urge you to just leave it be. Don’t try to find me in America and don’t try to cause anymore trouble with the Italians. Just leave it be.

Please know that I’ve left my heart with you. I know I won’t ever love anyone the way I’ve loved you.

Please give everyone my love, including the boys in Camden Town.

Always,

Kate.

Tommy was heartbroken. Heartbroken and furious. It was a strikingly same feeling to when Grace admitted she wasn’t pregnant. Betrayed was too weak of a word. But was it that simple? His eyes scanned the letter again. She had done it to protect him and his family. Why wasn’t he enough? Why couldn’t she trust that he would take care of her? Maybe he hadn’t proved it well enough to her. Maybe she saw how Grace collapsed in that ballroom, blood pouring from her wound, and thought she would be the next victim if she stayed.

He stood up, throwing the letter to the side and pacing like a rabid dog in front of his desk. After his fourth or fifth pass, he couldn’t contain his grief. He threw a right hook at the wall with enough force to put a crack through the plaster. His brain didn’t even register the pain.

Polly stepped into his office when she heard the loud bang. Her nephew sank to his knees, cradling his bloodied knuckles to his chest. He hunched over his head low. She could remember a time when he was in the same position. Only a young man finding out his mother had passed. It seemed to be the start. The formation of a man he currently was. Life continued to throw hurdles at him, relentless blows that he tried to take with a brave face. But even when he moved past the troubles, he left a piece of himself behind.

Polly couldn’t guess what he needed most. His family could love him until the end of time but it didn’t seem to be enough. There was always something missing.

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Kate couldn’t even begin to understand all the different emotions that hit her when they docked in Boston Harbor. When she stepped off the gangplank, she tried not to think about how many miles were now between her and Birmingham. She figured the less she tried to think about it, the better off she would be. The less heartbroken she would be.

She was full of trepidation. Santo hadn’t said much to her on the voyage across the Atlantic. It was almost as if he was waiting until they were finally back in his territory. Back where he felt most in control. And once he was back in that seat of power, there was no telling what he would do to her.

Santo led Kate through the crowd of passengers to a Bugatti that was waiting for them.

A well-dressed man stood near it and smiled when they approached. “Well, well, well, if it isn’t Miss Kate. Been quite some time, hasn’t it?”

She was well familiar with those who were closest to Santo. Every one of them was insufferable in her opinion. Only low-lifes wanted to cling to him. “Mick.” She muttered a begrudging greeting in response.

“She looks a little down, boss, was it something I said?” Mickey asked with a hand to his heart, pretending to be offended.

Santo chuckled and put a hand on Kate’s shoulder, pressing his fingers in a bit firmer than was necessary. “She’s just tired from the journey is all.”

Mickey opened the back door of the car for them. “Well, ain’t too long of a drive back. Welcome home, Katie.”

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��The North End had been Santo’s home base since the beginning. The strong Italian community there was where he grew up and prospered. Kate had been there but was raised in South Boston, so she didn’t feel very at home there. She didn’t feel very at home at all in the city. It felt like such a distant part of her past, a part she wasn’t willing to revisit.

Mickey drove them through the winding, narrow streets of the North End until they reached Santo’s home. He brought their luggage inside while they stood out on the sidewalk.

Santo wrapped an arm around Kate’s waist, pulling her close. “What’d you think? Good spot, isn’t it? Got everything you need around too. Don’t have to go far for anything.”

Kate felt nauseated as she looked up at the building.

“C’mon.” He ushered her inside and upstairs.

It was a significantly nicer place than Kate’s flat back in Small Heath. The sitting room had dark wood walls and a few stiff armchairs and sofas. Santo’s wealth was on display with art pieces on the wall, gold accents, and fragile vases adorning the side tables. The corridor led to a dining room and kitchen. Another set of stairs led up to the bedrooms.

“Big improvement from that shit hole I think.” He remarked from the doorway as he watched Kate look around.

“I hate it.” She replied and glared at him pointedly.

She saw a flash of anger in his eyes but he just chuckled. “Well, you’ll learn to like it, won’t you?” He moved toward her. "This will be your home, so I think it'll grow on you."

“You stay the fuck away from me.” She warned and tried to back away from him but the back of her knees hit an arm of the sofa.

“Micina, I don’t want to fight with you. This was the arrangement. This is what you understood and agreed to before you left. Either you got the money or you married me. Simple as that. Now that you’re back, you’re going to honor that agreement.”

“I’ll honor your agreement. But I’ll loathe you until the day I die. I’ll be fucking sick to my stomach whenever I look at you. I’ll hate every moment I’m in the same room as you. I’ll wake up every morning wishing you were dead.” She spat and squared her shoulders.

That’s the breaking point she reached. Santo grabbed a fistful of her hair and slammed her face up against the nearest wall. He leaned in close to whisper in her ear. “Listen here, you ungrateful bitch. You’ll learn to appreciate me. I own you now and there’s not a goddamn thing you can do about it. If you fight me, if you insult me, if you ruin my image, I will send my men over to kill your beloved gypsies. And I’ll have them come back with all their heads in boxes so you can open them and see what you’ve done.”

Kate wasn’t focused on the ache throbbing in her face or the pain from him pulling her hair. She was trying not to cry so to show him he wouldn’t beat her. In the end, her dignity was all she had left. He would never take that from her. “Burn in hell.” She snarled.

“You fucking whore.” He let go of her hair and shoved her away from the wall just so he could slap her across the face. “Just you wait. If I have to beat obedience into you, I fucking will.” He jabbed a finger at her. “Now go upstairs and clean yourself up. You still smell like that disgusting city.”

Kate stormed past him and up the stairs to the third story. She found the bathroom and locked herself in it. It was devastating to see herself in the mirror. Her lip was bloodied and she already had a bruise forming on her temple. Her hair was in disarray and her eye makeup was smudged. She was furious with herself. Furious that she had fallen so low by her own fault. She let out a scream of frustration and punched the mirror. The surface cracked and distorted her reflection. Blood dripped from her knuckles as she gripped the edge of the sink.

She didn’t care if she had to fight him every day for the rest of her life. Santo would receive nothing from her. No peace. No love. No acceptance. Nothing.

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If Kate had been there, Tommy might have admitted he was in way over his head. With everything from the Russians to Father Hughes, he felt at his wits end. Late at night, when he couldn’t sleep, he tried to imagine what Kate might say to him.

I’m always right, Tommy, that’s why you should listen to me more.

She was nearly always right. He longed for her to be there, to tell him she was right.

“How many hours of sleep are you getting?” Polly asked moments after Esme and Lizzie left the sitting room. They had been there confronting him about bathrooms then suddenly about the robbery. God, it made his head spin.

Tommy sat down at the table. “Doesn’t fucking matter. What matters is I can’t trust Esme and I can’t trust the fucking Russians and I can’t trust me own fucking brother with anything.” He snapped agitatedly.

His aunt watched him as she lit a cigarette. “You would’ve trusted Kate with the information.”

There was no denying the facial tic when he heard her name. Many people had been wary to mention her in front of him, afraid it would set him off or just send him into a darker place. But Polly didn’t fear him.

“Kate didn’t run her mouth.” He muttered in reply, his eyes going down.

“You’re right. She kept secrets well.”

That only seemed to annoy him more. “You know there is a general lack of discipline in this fucking company.” He complained if anything just to try and steer the conversation elsewhere.

“She made her decision. It can’t keep you occupied or things will go badly. You need to focus on what you’re dealing with now.” Polly advised.

“I’m getting her back, Pol.” He spoke in a clipped manner. “I’m bringing her back home.”

“Tommy…”

“I just-I just need to kill that fucking priest and to have everything go to plan.”

“You’re grieving.” She said calmly. “Of course, you are. You lost Grace and now you’ve lost her. But I know that you make bad choices when you grieve. Now more than ever, you need a level head. Maybe you need to forget her for the time being and take care of what you can here.” It wasn’t for Polly to decide who was right or wrong. She had no ill-will toward Kate, in fact, she had always appreciated her presence to be another one of logical thinking. But she felt it was very far-fetched for Tommy to try and launch a rescue mission. Especially because she didn’t know what sort of messes they would get tangled in if he tried. Facing America mobsters on their own turf was the last thing the family needed. Not when they were already wrapped up in some convoluted plan.

“I’ll forget her when hell freezes over.” Tommy stood up. “I only told you about the priest, keep it that way.” He urged before he left in a huff.

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dragon-writes-sometimes · 4 years ago

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I Hate Me More!

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Characters: Virgil, Roman.

Relationships: Prinxiety

Summary: Virgil has had the worst day of his life. Well, it's up that alley anyway. Roman isn't helping with being as extra as he is, but they eventually get to talking about what's going on. And it makes Roman start to think that, just this once, violence and murder was the way to go.

Word count: 2254

A/N: PLEASE!!! Read the tags!! This is very angsty (for me, and I wrote it)! I had to take many breaks from writing this due to the sheer amount of angst and crying! I don't know how angst writers do this every day!

This was inspired by an incorrect quote made by @MusicalsAndLove on Twitter.

Please stay safe my lovelies!

(This was also written on Virgil’s birthday... so happy birthday, Virgil?)

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I Hate Me More!

Virgil was having a bad day. Well, all days were bad days, but this one was even worse. He’d been kicked out of his parents’ house a month ago for being himself. Like, come on. It was almost 2020. Get with the times already. Being trans and gay was nothing new at this point.

He’d moved in with his childhood friend and present boyfriend, Roman Green, after that. Roman Green he was going to kill! He loved Roman, don’t get him wrong. He really loved Roman. But sometimes he could be too much. Especially on his really bad days.

Roman was currently singing at the top of his lungs in the small apartment's living room. Being too extra about it, as well. Princey-style. He’d just come back from his last lecture of the day, Virgil had been home for a few hours at that point. And was just recovering from a panic attack.

Virgil stomped down to the living room from their shared bedroom down the hall. “Could you shut up for just one minute, Princey?!” Virgil asked, irritated. Roman stopped belting out songs as soon as he heard Virgil’s voice.

“Greetings to you too, my lovely Stormcloud. And nay to your question. Otherwise, how would I be able to serenade the most beautiful man in the world?” Roman smirked, turning around to look at Virgil.

“Stop already! You’re so infuriating sometimes! ARGH!” Virgil went to grab at his hair but stopped himself last second.

Roman dropped his smirk into a frown. Something was off. This wasn’t their usual daily after-class banter. “Are you alright, Virgil? What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?” he asked. He shouldn’t have.

Virgil metaphorically exploded at being called pretty. He usually didn’t mind it, but after today’s events, it was the worst thing Roman could’ve chosen to say to him. “PRETTY?!” he all but screeched. “Is that all I am to you? Just a pretty face?! Someone to pity and show off? To show what a saint you are?! Ooh, look! It’s poor little Virgil who can’t figure himself out! He was kicked out of his own house because he was so fucked up! Let’s help him to show the world what a good person I am!”

Something was definitely off, but Roman’s mind only fixated on Virgil’s words. His statements. Roman saw red. How dare he insinuate that! “What’s wrong with you, Virgil?! How can you even think that?!”

“I’m right, aren’t I? I’m just a pity-project!” Virgil shouted.

“No! No, you’re not! God, what do you want from me?!” Roman yelled back.

“Nothing!! Absolutely nothing! I want nothing to do with you!” Virgil all but roared. It stirred Roman further into his red set of mind.

Before he could think about what to say next, he heard himself say the biggest falsehood in his life, one that was spurred on by the heat of the moment.

“Oh, my g- I hate you!” And Roman went silent. Had he just said that? Why did he say that? He loved Virgil! More than anything and anyone!

Virgil went silent as well. Tears in his eyes. And the wheels in Roman’s brain started turning again. “Yeah, well I hate me more.” His voice went quiet, and Roman almost didn’t hear him. “I hate me more.”

And the gears clicked. Why Virgil had acted out. His family. “I- I didn’t mean it, Virge. Please, babe,” Roman said with the softest voice Virgil had heard from the other man. And Roman slowly went closer to Virgil. Closer and closer. Until he was only a breath away and embraced him. “We’ve talked about this. You have to tell me when you’re having a bad day.” Virgil was hiding his face in Roman’s chest, sobbing his heart out. “You have to tell me right away when your parents try and get to you. I love you. I won’t let them get to you. I swear it,” he quietly continued as he rubbed soothing circles Virgil’s back.

Roman’s heart broke at the sound of Virgil’s sobs. “I’m s’ry. ‘M s’ s’ry! I-I…” Virgil’s muffled cries came from Roman’s chest. And that sound shattered Roman’s heart.

“Shh, hush, darling. It’s not your fault. I love you so much. But please, tell me what happened. At your own pace. I love you so, so much!” he mumbled as he kissed Virgil’s head.

Virgil nuzzled into Roman’s touch. “Mm, love you too, Ro. I-” Virgil moved a bit to look at Roman. “Can we move to the couch, please?”

Roman’s heart was in danger of bursting from heartbreak at the look in Virgil’s eyes. So pleading and red and hurt almost beyond repair. “Of course, Love.”

After they had settled on the couch, Virgil started crying again. “I’m s- so fucking sor-sorry, Ro-oman! I-I didn’t mean it! I-I just-”

“I know. Love, I know.” Roman kissed Virgil’s hair once more. “But you have to let me know. It doesn’t matter if I’m in class. You tell me right away! Please,” Roman said seriously while looking Virgil in the eye.

Virgil sniffled and rubbed his eyes. He opened his mouth to speak but closed it again and hid his face in the crock of Roman’s neck.

“What happened, my darling Stormcloud?” Roman was getting very worried. He’d never seen Virgil like this except for when he stood at Roman’s doorstep a month ago after his parents kicked him out.

Roman moved Virgil so that he was sitting in Roman’s lap. The recently turned 18 art student looked down at Roman’s chest, to scared to look him in the eye after what he said, even though Roman semi figured out what was going on with him.

Virgil softly placed his hands on Roman’s flat chest, one hand starting to softly trace it. God, he wanted a flat chest like his handsome boyfriend. Tears began to blur his vision once more.

“Virgil?” Roman spoke so softly that you couldn’t really blame Virgil for immediately surging up to kiss him. Roman was surprised at first but reciprocated it after only a moment. It was wet and sloppy but passionate.

They broke apart after a minute. “I’m really sorry for saying those things,” Virgil whispered his mouth only a breath away from Roman’s lips. He leaned his forehead on Roman’s before continuing. “My parents-” his voice broke.

“You don’t have to tell me right now. We can just cuddle until you feel a bit better, Love. I’m not pressuring you,” Roman murmured before kissing Virgil again, just a little peck on the lips.

Virgil smiled at the love and affection radiating from Roman and directed at him. “But I want to. I need to.” Virgil sighed, and his smile dropped. “I ran into them today.”

Roman visibly tensed. Virgil could tell he was trying to not show his anger towards them. When Virgil stood in front of Roman’s door on his 18th birthday, Roman had to really control himself so he wouldn’t take off and take out the rightful anger he felt on Virgil’s behalf on his parents.

Roman nodded for Virgil to continue. He wanted to know what the hell they did to his precious Stormcloud!

“They- it was in Remy’s coffee shop. I don’t know when or how they found it. Remy said they’d never been there before. Reina hadn’t seen them before, either. I didn’t see them at first. Was sitting with my back against the door. They-” Virgil’s voice broke again, and he had to swallow past the lump in his throat. “They deadnamed me.”

Roman was seething. Absolutely seething. He considered violence an atrocity but was at that moment planning two murders. Those people knew not what respect was at all!

Virgil hugged himself back into Roman, seeking comfort. “I- they- they said ‘well, i-if it isn’t our p-pretty little daughter, Victoria’. I fr-froze. It didn’t sound l-like they were the by ac-accident,” Virgil said, voice barely above a whisper.

Roman stiffened. “So that’s how I set you off? By saying you’re pretty? I’m so sorry, Virgil! Had I known, I would never have said it! Please forgive me!” Roman hid his face in Virgil’s neck. He was close to tears himself. Stupid! He should’ve noticed Virgil’s mood wasn’t one of banter sooner! Shouldn’t have called him pretty! What was he good for?!

Virgil sniffed out a small laugh. “I know, Ro. You would never do that. You didn’t know, so you don’t need to ask for my forgiveness. But… I forgive you.” Virgil breathed in Roman’s sent. So nice and calming. He smelled like the forest they used to play in when they were younger, with just a hint of lilacs and old books. Bottom line: he smelled Perfect with a capital P.

“What happened then?” Roman asked softly. He had a suspicion but hoped that that was it; what Virgil had told already. Of course, that sadly wasn’t the case.

“They- they started shouting and belittling me, and I didn’t do anything! I just sat there, all frozen.” Virgil was sniffling again, he was very close to tears once more. “If it weren’t for Remy and Reina, I don’t think they would’ve stopped. I might’ve even gotten physical between them and me. I feel so fucking guilty for leaving Ann behind! She has to live with them for two more years! I just wish I could’ve taken her with me out of that hell-hole…” Virgil trailed off, remembering what came next. Roman was going to flip when he told him. Virgil just knew it.

“I love your sister like she’s my own sister, so I get it, Virgil. But we have to stay strong. Maybe we can find something on your parents that’ll make them lose custody over her. I’m sure Remus’ partner, Dee, would be more than happy to help! They could definitely find something we can use against them!” Roman declared, mentally striking a dramatic pose.

Virgil hugged Roman even tighter because he knew what was about to be said was not pretty.

“Hey, what is it, Virgil? Did something else happen?” Roman asked, sensing Virgil’s discomfort. Virgil nuzzled himself closer to Roman in response. ”I’ll take that as a yes. You feel comfortable telling me?”

Virgil took a deep breath. He could do this. He slowly pulled back to look at Roman, tears in his eyes. “Remember how I got a new number after… you know?” Roman nodded. “Yeah, well, I made sure Ann got it so we could keep in touch, as you know.”

Roman didn’t like where this was going. “Yeah? What does that have to do with your parents being assholes to you?” Roman was very worried by the way Virgil avoided his soft gaze.

Virgil fished his phone up from his pocket and shoved it into Roman’s hands. Roman looked quizzically at Virgil.

“When I got back here I-I got a call from Anastacia.” Virgil paused. This was gonna be tough. “Except- except it wasn’t her. Mom and dad they- they got a hold of her phone. They were the ones calling me. I- I thought I’d gotten away from them! And when they called- I didn’t hang up! I let them scream at me over the phone! I- I didn’t say anything, though. So they hung up.” Virgil chanced a glance at Roman’s face, and Roman was no longer contemplating committing murder. He was actually going to do it!

But for now, Roman was going to be there for Virgil. And hear out the rest of Virgil’s story. So if he held him a little tighter? Well, you couldn’t blame him in the slightest.

Virgil nuzzled his head against Roman's chest again and listened to his heartbeat. “Open my phone, and it will tell you the rest,” Virgil sighed. And check it, Roman did.

“What the actual fuck is wrong with them?!” The phone was filled with hateful texts from his parents. Both from their phones, but also from Anastacia’s. And just as he was about to turn back to kiss Virgil, another text message dinged in.

And Virgil froze. “What does it say?” he asked after a lot of internal debating and at least a minute of hesitation.

Roman didn’t really want to indulge Virgil but knew that it was better that he saw it now, together than later when he was alone. Roman felt sick at what it said. ‘Think of what you did, you sinning little faggot. Learn your place in the world!’ is what the text said. “We’re gonna get a hold of Dee right now! I think this’ll help us get at least a restraining order!” Roman practically growled.

“So, worse than the rest,” Virgil whispered. Not a question, but a statement. “Can we- can we stay here for a while? Just. Cuddling? Text Remus, but please just stay?” Virgil asked, voice so quiet and doubting.

“Of course, my beautiful dark angel! I would love nothing more! And I will text him. But for now; cuddles,” Roman whispered back, kissing Virgil’s hair before softly using his hand to tilt his head up to give Virgil a tentative and caring kiss, trying to pour as much love in it as he could muster.

“Mmm, cuddles,” Virgil mumbled as he slowly broke away from the kiss to curl up in Roman’s lap, starting to dose off, the excess anger and anxiety had left him rather tired. This day had just turned from the worst to the not worst. “Cuddles. Cuddles good.”

Endnotes: And if you want to kill Virgil's parents? You're not alone! I wanna kill them, too! All throughout writing this, actually.

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strangerthingsbaby · 5 years ago

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Busted (Jim Hopper x OC)

Summary: Emma didn’t like Chief Hopper. She was tired of him always busting her weekend after weekend, no matter how sneaky she thought she was being. She was tired of him singling her out, and even if he busted a huge party, he’d still only stick her in his police truck. Hopper was tired of dealing with a defiant girl weekend after weekend. He was tired of her idiotic mentality that she was indestructible. And he was really, really tired of always finding her in places that were crawling with grimy boys. (Emma is in the same grade as Billy and Steve, so I imagine her as being 19).

Warnings: smut! size kink, age gap, jealousy, rough sex, choking, oral sex (fr), CMNF

Word Count: 4.7k

“Cops!” Emma heard the first fateful scream of the party. It was destined to get busted, a party thrown at Steve Harrington’s, but she didn’t care. She wanted to have a good night. She barely cared about anything but having a good time at this point.

“Shit, shit, shit-” Emma ran towards the back door. She felt an arm grab her before she could exit, though. Whipping her body around, she let out a sigh of relief at the sight of Steve. “Jesus, Harrington! I thought you were-”

“Hopper? Yeah, he’s outside.” Steve cut her off. Emma wasn’t sure what her stance on Steve was. They weren’t close friends, but he knew of her troubles with the Chief. Practically everyone did. “I was hoping you could talk to him.”

“What? Me?” She asks. He nods. “Why the hell would that be a good idea?”

“Well, you know him better than anyone here, and if they tell my dad about this I’m screwed.” He shrugged.

“Yeah, and if he even finds out I’m here he’s going to tear this entire home apart until he finds me, so your safest bet is to let me leave.” She ranted, speaking bitterly about the man who she saw as an absolute killjoy.

As he was talking to her, two cops burst into the home. Emma immediately recognized Callahan as one of them and her eyes widened. “I need to go.” She told Steve before running out the back door.

She didn’t get very far before she slammed face first into something- or someone. She groaned in pain, stepping back. She didn’t need to look up to see who it was, her being eye-level with his torso was enough to recognize the beige colored uniform and brown jacket. She looked up at his eyes, saw him open his mouth to speak, then turned and made a run for it.

“Hey! Get back here!” His angry voice always came out when she resisted, he was hoping by this point she’d give up on always trying to evade him. Though she was quite fast, she was tiny. Standing just barely at 5'0, Hopper’s 6'3 form made it easy for him to catch up by taking huge steps as he chased her. It didn’t take long for him to get close enough to wrap a strong arm around her waist and quite literally lift her off of the ground and start walking back to his truck with her.

“God- stop carrying me, asshole!” She screamed, punching at the arm that held her in place. Her back was pressed against his side, like he was holding a baby backwards, and she thrashed against his body until he dropped her feet to the ground. A harsh grip on her arm replaced his previous method to contain her.

He didn’t say a word to her until he shoved her into the car. He didn’t cuff her, he’d only ever done that once, when she was drunk and belligerent and wouldn’t stop trying to open the back doors mid drive. Luckily, the car had child locks on for the back doors. Hopper climbed into the driver’s seat and let out a long sigh. “Do you think I enjoy having to leave home on a Saturday night to do this shit?” He asked.

“Yes, you fucking stalker!” She snapped, her anger boiling over. “What are you gonna do next? Hunt me down at home and arrest me for not doing the dishes even though my mom asked me to? Leave me the hell alone!”

“It’s not my fault that you are always being a dumbass kid!” Hopper screamed. Emma shrunk back in her seat at the volume and intensity of his voice. “You should be grateful that I’m the one who deals with your shit! Because I’m pretty sure if it were anyone else but me, you would’ve been locked up a long time ago!”

“What shit, Hopper?” Emma was seething at this point. “What shit are you putting up with? Following me everywhere I go and just waiting until I do something you don’t like? Stay home and enjoy your Saturday night instead of following me around!”

“So now it’s my fault that you’re always getting into some kind of trouble?” He asked rhetorically.

“Oh, like you were such an angel at my age.” She scoffed. He ignored her. Emma had found over time that the less arguing that happened inside of the car, the more uncomfortable it was for her. “You forgot.”

“Forgot what?” He asked, sounding like his patience was worn thin.

“Aren’t you going to ask me about boys?” She asked.

In the front of the car, Hopper’s eyebrows furrowed and his jaw set. He felt an overwhelming surge of anger fill his body as he listened to her words. “You aren’t going to ask me if I was with a boy, or who the boy was, or something?” She spoke again when he didn’t reply to her. “What? No longer interested in my love life, Chief?” His knuckles turned white as he gripped the steering wheel as tightly as he could. “You know what I think? I think you get a kick out of the idea that you’re keeping boys away from me. I think you like the idea of completely destroying my love life the same way you’ve destroyed yours!”

“Fuck this.” Hopper said under his breath, turning abruptly at the next left. Emma yelped from the backseat as the turn sent her flying to the left, as she’d never put on a seatbelt. He was originally going to give her a lecture and drive her home, but she was in rare form tonight.

“Um, where are we going?” She asked as she sat up and saw that they were going in the opposite direction of her house.

“I am going to take you somewhere where I can talk to you.” Hopper said, his volume controlled. The intensity of his voice still freaked Emma out a bit.

It didn’t take long to realize where they were going, and before she knew it, she found herself at the police station. “Shit.” She muttered to herself.

“You’re a real dick for this.” Emma murmured as she pouted in the seat on the opposite side of Hopper’s desk.

“I’m a real dick for this?” Hopper repeated, chuckling dryly. He was pacing around the room intimidatingly, but she had seen it all before- too many times to count. “You think I wanted to come to the station after hours to give you your twentieth sit down tonight?”

“You had the option not to and chose to do it anyway, so, yeah.” Emma shrugged. Hopper just stared at her in disbelief for a moment.

“The behavior that you refuse to give up…” Hopper thought about his words carefully. You could tell by the tone he was using that he was pissed yet trying to conceal it. “… Is unacceptable.” He finishes.

“I think it’s unacceptable that I can’t walk my god damn dog without looking over my shoulder to see if your standing there in your uniform- because it seems like literally every time I leave the house you claim I’m breaking the law.” She crossed her arms.

“Every time you leave the house you’re either drinking underage, smoking pot, going to big parties, or doing things that you should not be doing on a playground-” Hopper began to yell at her, but she cut him off.

“Please don’t bring that up.” She said, frowning uncomfortably.

“Oh, does talking about the playground incident make you uncomfortable?” He snapped. “Because it made me real uncomfortable to have to leave home at midnight because I got a call from some random jogger complaining that a little blonde girl was giving some boy a hand job on the swings!”

“Shut up!” Emma screamed. She got up from her chair and walked as far away from Hopper as she could, holding her hands over her ears.

“What, am I embarrassing you, little girl?” He asked loudly, condescendingly, as he followed her. She stared at him with a look of hatred. “Because you should be embarrassed!” He screamed. “Get the hell over yourself and stop acting like a jackass!”

“Why don’t you get the hell over yourself and stop acting like you’re doing this for me? You’re clearly just following my every move because you have some weird obsession with making my life a living hell!” She spat before reaching her arms up and pushing Hopper by his shoulders. Of course, it was impossible for him to overpower the man who was two times her size, and this only frustrated her more. “God, just move!” She pushed him again, to no avail.

Hopper caught her smaller hands in his much larger ones, holding them back from pushing him again. “You know why it’s always me, kid? You want to know why I’m the only cop who’s on your trail? Because I’m the only one who’ll put up with your bullshit week after week!” He yells. “Every god damn week, you get in trouble, and every god damn week I just let you off. Because I think you have potential to grow up and not be a giant nuisance, and I’m trying to be nice by not ever putting anything on your record. And every god damn week, you fight me as hard as you possibly can.”

“Because you’re a buzzkill, that’s why!” She hissed, snatching her hands back from him. “You ruin every weekend for me- you’re just an asshole! That’s all! I fight you so hard because you’re a gigantic asshole, and-”

She was cut off by Hopper grabbing her face and forcing her to look at him. “I ruin every weekend for you because I’m trying to stop you from doing something you’ll regret.” He said sternly, and Emma’s chest rose and fell shallowly in the aftermath of her screaming.

“I’m not going to regret anything.” She said weakly. The room was silent, and the tension in the room was so thick you could cut it with a knife.

It all happened so fast, it was hard to tell who initiated it, but the second that their lips touched there was no going back. Emma melted into the kiss immediately, shocking her. She’d never had a thing for older men before, and had definitely never had a thing for authority figures. But there was something about kissing Hopper that thrilled her. He was not only off-limits, but their complicated relationship made it even more taboo.

Hopper began to walk forward, forcing Emma to step backwards until she felt a smooth surface hit her back. Hopper hoisted her up onto the desk, never breaking their kiss. His brain had turned to mush, and the only thing going through his mind was how she tasted like strawberries and how soft her skin felt under his rough, calloused hands. He wanted to touch and kiss every inch of her body, and he started by slowly sliding the tips of his fingers under the hem of her shirt. Emma sat up straighter as his hands began to explore the skin of her back.

Despite what her behavior may have indicated, the weekends of partying and hooking up with boys, she’d only ever slept with two people. The first was her ex boyfriend, and the second was Billy. She went through a nasty breakup right before the end of her junior year, when her boyfriend graduated and left for college. Ever since then, she’d been enjoying all of the things she couldn’t do before, perhaps she’d taken it too far over the past year, but she didn’t care.

She wasn’t nervous to do this with Hopper, though. Emma tended to have this presence of self-confidence that rarely faltered. She rarely ever felt unworthy, unattractive, or unremarkable.

The kiss had grown hungrier, especially after Hopper traced his fingers up and down her back and realized she wasn’t wearing a bra. he slid his hands down her sides and gripped her hips harshly, pulling her closer to him until her butt was on the edge of the desk. He finally broke the kiss to take her shirt off, and he let the shirt drop from his hand slowly as he stared at her.

She blushed lightly, moving her hands up to his shirt to unbutton it. However, Hopper had no intentions of catching up to her, and moved her hands away as he leaned down and started kissing her neck. Emma was a bit disappointed that she didn’t get to strip the Chief, but she quickly forgot all about it as one of his large hands reached up to palm her breast, pinching her nipple as he sucked hard on her neck. She gasped at the feeling, and instinctively moved her hand down to palm him through his pants. He stopped her from doing that too, as he took his lips off of her neck and blew lightly on the dark mark he’d left.

“You aren’t going to let me touch you?” Emma asked, sounding distracted as his hand that wasn’t feeling her up dropped down to her upper thigh. He trailed his neck kisses lower, peppering them along her collar bones and down to her chest.

“No.” He said bluntly before he pinched one nipple and took the other one in his mouth. Emma didn’t have much time to pout before her jaw dropped again. She didn’t like to be too loud during sex, it was a pride thing, but she could hardly help herself tonight from gasping and letting out little noises at everything he did.

His hand that was massaging her upper thigh and ever so slightly brushing against her core was driving her crazy. She couldn’t stop her body from twitching when he got close enough to it, making her cheeks flush as he chuckled against the skin of her breast. He stood up straight again, reclaiming her lips as he slowly slid his hand over until he could feel her warmth through her shorts. She made a noise that was lost into his mouth, and she took it upon herself to start taking her shorts off.

Within seconds, Emma was completely naked, while Hopper still stood there fully clothed, the only pieces missing from his outfit were his hat and jacket. She found that she didn’t mind, though. Once he slid his hand down and starting pleasing her effortlessly, she was grateful to have the fabric to clutch onto to prevent herself from just going limp.

She was shaking, letting out involuntary mews and gasps of pleasure as Hopper rubbed a calloused, educated thumb over her clit. “Tell me about the boys.” He said lowly in her ear. She didn’t reply, and he grabbed her in his strong hands and easily flipped her small frame over so that she was left bending over the desk. She whimpered as he moved his hands from her waist down to her ass, squeezing before giving her a hard spank.

“Tell me about them.” He repeated, kissing the back of her thigh dangerously close to her aching heat. She twitched involuntarily at the feeling. She felt like she had no control over her body under his touch.

“B-Billy Hargrove.” Was all she could muster up to say. Hopper squeezed her butt again, pushing the cheeks apart and leaning forward. She could feel the scratchiness of his beard on her as he kissed her core lightly.

“Tell me.” He growled, as he finally began to eat her out. Emma cried out in pleasure, and Hopper spanked her with his right hand, trying to get her to speak.

“We-” she was cut off by her own moan. “Oh my God.” She said shakily as Hopper devoured her. As much as he loved watching her fall apart on his desk, he knew he wanted to take his time with her.

He began to lick her agonizingly slow, making her whimper again. “You what?” He asked, letting one of hands roam over the soft skin of her ass and squeeze.

“We’ve ho-oked up a few t-times.” She struggled to get out. Hopper growled, not expecting to be jealous of the boys that a college aged girl was getting on with. He knew she wasn’t an “innocent” kind of girl. Though her short blonde hair and big hazel eyes may look angelic, he’d busted her plenty of times for a plethora of reasons. At least two of those times her neck proudly displayed numerous hickeys.

“What does ‘hooked up’ mean?” Hopper asked. She tried to move, but his strong hands firmly held her in place. He moved one finger to her opening, teasing it. “Answer me, little girl.”

“We’ve done stuff.” She answered in a desperate tone. Hopper pushed his finger into her, making her gasp.

“What kind of 'stuff?’” He asked, and for some reason, the fact that he was interrogating her while he was fingering her, and he had her completely naked while he’d not taken off even a shoe, was so erotic. She had no idea she’d liked this kind of thing, but she was excited to see where it went.

“U-um…” She wasn’t sure if she wanted to answer that, but Hopper definitely wanted a response. She felt him slightly curl his long finger inside of her, hitting her g-spot with the kind of accuracy she had never experienced with anyone else. She let out some kind of noise she didn’t even know what to call. Hopper didn’t let up, moving his finger in her over and over. She could barely even see, let alone focus on answering questions.

Behind her, Hopper stood up. One of his hands was still working her up, while the other hand gathered her hair into a ponytail and pulled her head back so that she was level with his face. “'Um’ isn’t an answer.” He said, and she felt him put a second finger inside of her. She moaned loudly, forgetting about the pain of her hair being pulled completely. “Did you sleep with him?”

“Yes.” She breathed, and he felt anger rise in him again for reasons he knew weren’t fair to her. He distracted himself by kissing her, moving his fingers in her faster. She found it too difficult to keep up with the kiss, breaking it to moan and whimper. Hopper let go of her hair and she dropped back down to the smooth wood of the desk. His hand slammed against the desk a few inches away from her face, with Hopper watching her intently as she came closer and closer to coming undone in front of him. He finally couldn’t take it anymore when she grabbed his hand from the desk and took one of his fingers in her mouth, sucking it slowly.

Hopper groaned loudly, grabbing her again and flipping her over so that she was lying on her back on top of the desk. “By the time I’m done with you, you won’t even remember his name.” He growled before he grabbed her legs, which dangled over the edge, and threw them over his shoulders as he dropped to his knees, beginning to eat her out again. Watching her chest rise and fall as he focused his tongue on her clit was fun, but he wanted more.

He held nothing back, putting two fingers in her and eating her as if she was his last meal. Quickly, she was nearly screaming, shaking, and grabbing his hair tightly in her hands. The second she began pulling on his hair, he used his free hand to unzip his pants and take out his aching cock. He took the hand that was pleasing her and held himself in it, covering himself in her wetness. She whined at the sight of him stopping before she truly finished, and he smirked.

He picked her up in one swift motion, making her let out a surprised squeal. He held her so effortlessly, keeping her just high up enough that his tip was teasing her entrance. He kissed her neck slowly, working his way up from the curve of her shoulder up to her earlobe, which he bit lightly, making her shudder. “You want me to fuck you, baby?” He asked huskily, his lips barely touching her ear.

“Yes.” She breathed, her hands gripping the cloth of his shirt. She’d never considered herself to be into a man in uniform, but the realization that she was fucking the domineering police chief made her knees weak. She was thankful that she was being held up.

“Beg for it, little girl.” He said, and she let out a whimper as he slowly moved her hips away from him, trailing his cock up to her clit.

“Please.” She whined, bucking her hips against him. “Please fuck me, please, please, pl-” Hopper cut her off by kissing her feverishly, which she immediately reacted to. His mind flashed back to that night on the playground, when he caught her with that boy. He remembered how she and him didn’t notice Hopper until he made himself known. He remembered how he’d stood there for a minute just watching her before he told them to stop. He remembered how angry it made him. He remembered the fire that started in his stomach as he watched her angelic face being defiled by the boy. He remembered how he’d wanted to rip that boy limb from limb for no rational reason.

And he pushed those thoughts back down in his mind as he slowly pushed Emma down onto him. She broke their kiss, her jaw dropping. He let out a shaky breath at the feeling. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt a pussy this tight clenching around him. He wondered if he ever had in his life, actually. His chest rose and fell heavily as he began to lift her body up and down, slowly at first, but soon picking up the pace. She felt like heaven.

Emma was whining and whimpering in his ear again, which he was surprised to find he absolutely loved. “You feel so big.” She confessed, burying her face in his neck. He smelled like cigarettes and a classically scented men’s cologne. She moaned loudly as he began to lower her onto himself with more force.

And from that point on, they became lost in each other for what felt like mere seconds yet years and years at the same time. Hopper had lost control of his vocal cords and was letting out grunts and moans and strings of curse words, which was music to Emma’s ears. Watching a man twice her age become a panting, cursing mess right in front of her made her feel sexier than she’d ever felt in her life.

His strength never seemed to falter, even as Emma began to grow tired despite doing none of the work herself. His stamina was intense, and he was able to put her into whatever position he wished. At one point he had her up against the wall, holding her steady as he thrusted his hips up into her, until she breathlessly asked if she could be on top.

Hopper wrapped her legs around his waist and carried her to his desk chair, sitting on it with her on his lap straddling him. She kneeled herself up, before she lowered herself back down onto him. He used this new position as an opportunity to run his hands over her soft skin. His hands roamed everywhere, and soon he couldn’t help himself from reaching his hands underneath her thighs and lifting her up, taking one of her nipples in his mouth and sucking on it for a moment before dropping her back onto his hardness.

“Let me do it.” Emma whined as his hands guided her hips up and down. Hopper chuckled against the skin of her neck as he kissed every inch of her that he could reach.

“You want to be in charge, huh?” He asked lowly as he moved his hands up her body, wrapping one around her throat and pulling her towards him with the other. He kissed her deeply as she controlled her own pace and rhythm. The angle that she was moving herself at was different than any other they’d been in while standing, and as she began to sloppily drop her hips onto him and moan loudly into his mouth, Hopper realized she was close to the edge. He reached his hand that held her throat down to her clit, rubbing it in circular motions, while his other hand had tangled itself into her hair.

“Fuck!” Emma cried as she began shaking. Hopper didn’t stop tracing his thumb in circles over her sensitive petal.

“Language, little girl.” He cooed, holding her steady as her body began to convulse on top of him. He couldn’t even begin to describe the sounds that she was making, or translate whatever sentences she had tried, and failed, to say- all he knew was that it was hot. He felt her muscles tense around him, tightening her walls even more, making him groan and instinctively start to buck his hips up into her. She got even louder as he began to do that.

He could feel himself getting close, so he lifted her out of the chair with him and laid her back onto the desk, pulling her hips until her legs were dangling off of it again. He picked up a leg on either side of him and entered her one last time. It didn’t take long for him to reach his peak as he watched her reactions to him pounding into her. He swiftly pulled himself out of her, groaning loudly as hot spurts of cum shot onto her stomach. They both stayed where they were, struggling to catch their breath. Hopper returned his softening cock to his boxers, zipping and rebuttoning his uniform’s pants. Emma grabbed a tissue from the corner of the desk above her head and wiped his load off of her stomach, sitting up slowly.

When they both came back to reality, neither of them knew what to say. Emma grabbed her clothes off of the floor and slowly, silently put them on. Hopper dropped back into his desk chair, watching her silently. He wanted to bring her back to his cabin and spend the night with her, staying up and toying with her all night. But he couldn’t do that.

“I’m going to the bathroom.” She said, breaking the silence briefly before she left the room. Hopper finally lifted himself out of his chair, grabbing the coat, hat, and keys he’d laid out haphazardly around the office. He exited and locked his office, turning around to see Emma approaching him from the hall.

“Ready to go?” He asked, not knowing what else to say. Emma nodded. They walked out of the door silently together, and got into the car. For the first time in what seemed like the history of the world, Emma didn’t ask obnoxious questions or try to get a rise out of Hopper during a drive. It was obvious that both of them were in their own heads, lost in thought, wondering what the consequences of tonight will be.

When they finally reached her house, the two still had no idea of what to say to each other. “Goodnight, Hopper.” Emma said casually, opening the door and climbing out of the car and shutting the door behind her.

Hopper rolled down the window on the passenger side of the car, calling out “Be good, kid!”

Emma turned and gave Hopper a thoughtful look. After a minute, though, a smirk crept onto her face. “See you next weekend, Chief.” She waved before she turned around and walked into her house.

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The Void Chapter Eight

A/N: Fair warning these are going to start getting longer and longer so buckle up kiddos. Also from now on every post I make with the void up until chapter eleven I think will be the rewrite, making a new post for the chapters is just easier than scrolling back through to find the original. And one more thing yes there is a tag list for this! And for those of you who asked me and I haven’t been tagging the simple answer for that is I just kept forgetting with everything that’s going on in my life so I apologize, I am however going to remember from now on cause I’ve written it down.

Pairing: (eventual) Jason Todd x Reader

Word Count: 8956

Chapter One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven part one, part two

Tag List: @clea-nightingale, @wittedhat, @reclusive-chicken-nugget, @undertheredhood

Summary: The Void is a hellish place filled with screams that echoed throughout the place at all the hours of the night, and where pain is a very close friend. You’ve spent your entire life in the Void, having been there since you were ten and you’ve just recently gotten a new cellmate… Who’s a little more hopeful than you are that either of you are going to make it out of this place alive. Though you have to admit that maybe his hope is rubbing off on you because you slowly find yourself hoping that the two of you do get out of here.

Jason gasped as he scrambled back, his body running on pure instinct right now as he backed up until he hit the wall. His gaze jumped around the room searching for the guard, for the danger, that was supposed to be there but wasn’t there. That, however, didn’t stop his heart from beating furiously against his ribcage, his breath from coming in short panicked bursts, and his mind from swirling around in a maelstrom of emotions and thoughts as he struggled to figure out what was going on.

He didn’t know where he was, what was going on, or what had happened to you. He didn’t know what floor he was on if he was in the basement or not, hell he didn’t even know if he was still in the fucking Void or if they had moved him to a different building or not. He didn’t know what was going to happen to him, didn’t know if he was being kept here until the guards came and got him for some sort of sick public execution thing, or if Dr. Roberts was waiting to punish him, or if Dr. Roberts was just waiting to kill him or not. More importantly, he didn’t know where the hell you were. All he remembered was the fact that the two of you had been hiding in the room from the guards when they suddenly burst into the room and he had tried to get over to you and then nothing, just blackness as to what happened after that. He had no idea if you were alive or not if they had shot you dead right there. He knew this wasn’t the first time that you had tried to escape and he knew that they didn’t like it when the prisoners tried to escape, they would have shot you dead. Oh, gods, you could be dead right now and it’s all his fault. If he had just waited like you had told him, if he had just waited until he was fully healed, if the two of you had just had a little more time to plan this whole thing out, if he hadn’t decided to stop to write that fucking message to his family then the two of you wouldn’t be in this position in the first place! Then you probably wouldn’t be dead! The two of you would probably be out there right now running from this place and going somewhere safe, somewhere where your life isn’t constantly in danger, someone where you would be happy, gods why did he have to be so fucking rash?! No. No, he couldn’t think about you that way, like you were dead because you weren’t dead, you couldn’t be dead he just needed to think about this logically that was all. Yeah. Yeah! There was no way you were dead because for some reason the people here needed you, you were important to them, there was something about you, something that made you different from everyone here and that’s why they hadn’t killed you yet, after all, how else would you have been able to survive for this long in this fucking place if they didn’t need you. Right? Right. So, you were fine, you had to be fine, you were fine, you were fine, you were fine, you were fine.

Jason latched on to the mantra like it was a safety blanket repeating it over and over again until his heart started to slow and his breathing started to even out as he pressed his back against the wall using it to ground himself in the moment. He kept repeating it until everything started to calm down until he could think clearly again until his head was no longer a maelstrom of thoughts and emotions and he could breathe without feeling like there were a thousand pounds of dirt pressing down on him. Closing his eyes Jason took a couple deeper breaths revealing in the feeling of having a free chest before he opened his eyes and finally realized what exactly his situation was.

Metal cuffs were wrapped around his wrists and ankles with thick iron chains attached to them that disappeared into four separate holes in the ground. His brow furrowed in confusion as he raised his arm, the chain giving easily allowing him to move without any restrictions.

“What the hell?” Jason muttered to himself as he stood up from his position, the chains moving easily with him. He looked down at the holes in the ground as he slowly started walking the perimeter of the room, the chains giving easily allowing him to move however he wanted even as he punched the air suddenly trying to see if the movement would cause the chains to lock up but they didn’t.

“Huh.” He mused as he stared at the chains trying to figure out if he could break the chains or somehow slip out of them. Jason jumped suddenly when a loud ear-piercing scream sounded from somewhere nearby and the familiarity of it struck deeply in Jason’s mind and he froze where he was trying to hear the scream again. He didn’t have to wait long as the scream came again and he flinched, guilt welling up inside of him, he knew exactly who that was and as another scream sounded, he felt anger well up with the guilt. He glared at the door his hands clenched into fists as he glared at the door just as two guards walked into the room with him and he growled at them.

“Oh, good you’re awake. This is going to make our job so much more fun.” The first guard said as he stepped further into the room, the door slamming closed behind his companion who stopped just beside the door.

“Where’s (Y/N)?” Jason asked and a wicked smirk spread across the first guard's face as he looked Jason over.

“Who?” The guard asked and Jason glared at him, the smirk on the guards face only growing as he watched Jason’s reaction.

“The girl I was with. Where is she?” Jason asked again, his voice almost a growl as he clenched his hands stopping himself from charging the guards right now.

“Oooooh, you mean that (Y/N).” The first guard commented and Jason opened his mouth to say something else when the second guard spoke up.

“That slut is getting what she deserves for trying to escape again.” The second guard said as he pushed himself off the wall he had been leaning against and moved to stand next to his companion. “Just like you will be.”

Jason growled deep and low as he bared his teeth, every fiber of his being was screaming at him to attack the guards, to beat them until they were black and blue, until they were unrecognizable, until they were nothing but a bleeding and broken mess. But he couldn’t. The main reason being the chains around his wrists and ankles the second reason being the fact that both of them were carrying loaded weapons, and there was a good chance they could probably draw and shoot him before he could get close to them. So instead he fought back the urge to fight them as forced out his next question.

“What are you doing to her?”

“Oh, it’s not what we’re doing to her. No, no, no it’s what Dr. Roberts is doing to her.” The first guard commented and Jason tensed as another scream echoed throughout the room.

“And by the sounds of it, I would say that the good ole doc has moved on to using that whip of his, damn shame he decided to use it now I was hoping I would get to watch as he whipped that bitch back into submission.” The second guard said and Jason felt his blood run cold both at what he had called you and at the sound of another scream. For a couple of seconds, Jason stood there in complete silence, the anxiety and guilt of the situation threatening to drag him under but the anger and rage keeping him afloat at the moment as he glared at the guards.

“Tell him to stop,” Jason ordered his voice hard and eyes shining with a barely controlled rage. The guards stared at him for a couple of seconds before they burst out laughing, doubling over at the waist as they wheezed. Another growl escaped Jason as he watched the two guards laugh.

“Tell him… tell him to… tell him to stop?! Can you believe this guy?! Oh, my gods, that’s rich! That’s fantastic! I didn’t know you prisoners could be so damn funny!” The first guard wheezed out as he whipped none existent tears from his eyes.

“Sure, well tell him to stop when we decide we want to actually die.” The second guard commented before he continued to laugh with his compatriot. Jason stood there, body tense and eyes hard as the guard’s laughter bounced around inside his head taunting him, laughing at him, mocking him.

“I’ll kill you!” Jason shouted as he charged forward without any warning or any forethought on his end as he charged towards the guards his teeth bared and his hands gripping one of the chains fully prepared to choke one of the guards to death.

“No, I don’t think you will.” The first guard said as he calmly pulled a remote from his pocket and just as suddenly as he had been running forward Jason had stopped. He stood there for a second confused as to what was happening and he was just about to take a step forward when his arms were suddenly yanked behind his back and his feet were pulled out from under him and he hit the ground with a hard smack and the next thing he knew he was being dragged back across the floor. The concrete scraped against his bare arms as he was dragged back struggling and trying to break his thumb so that way he could at the very least slip one hand out of the cuff but with the position that the chains had yanked his arms and legs into it made it impossible to break his thumb so he could slip the cuffs.

“No! No! Let go of me! Take your fucking ass-kicking like a man!” Jason shouted as he was dragged back until he was resting over the holes in the ground with his arms and legs bent behind his back as he laid there struggling and vulnerable for the guards. The two guards chuckled as they walked up to him, peering down at him with victorious smiles on their faces as they watched him struggle.

“Now why would we want to let you up when we know that a) we are so much more powerful than you-” “and b) when it’ll be so much more fun to have you completely at our mercy for what we’re about to

smile down at him. Jason glared up at them snarling with a fire in his eyes because he wanted nothing more than to fight them both right now.

“When I get out of here, I’m going to tear both of your fucking faces off and then I’m going to burn this place to the fucking ground,” Jason shouted at them as he struggled against the chains trying desperately to get a limb free but the angle was all wrong for everything he was trying to do.

“Big words coming from someone who’s currently restrained against the floor.” The first guard said as he stared down at Jason that a victorious smile never leaving his face as he watched Jason struggle.

“Why don’t you let me up and I prove just how big those fucking words are.” Jason countered and the second guard leaned closer to him smiling evilly as he got closer to Jason.

“And why would we want to let you do that when we have you right were, we need you for what we’re going to do?” The second guard asked him tilting his head to the side and Jason glared at him, not at all intimidated by the act that these two were trying to play.

“And that would be what exactly?” He asked and the guards shared a look before the two of them looked back at him smiling evilly.

“Why for our revenge of course. You didn’t honestly think that we would take the fact that you had killed several of our comrades lying down, did you?” The first guard asked him and Jason smirked confidently as could be as he looked the two of them in the eyes.

“Think, no. But I did hope that you would all take it lying down like the bitches that you are.” Jason commented and that got the desired response out of the guards as they both glared at him.

“Shut that whore mouth of yours!” The first guard shouted as he kicked Jason in the side, the steel toes of his boot digging in right between his ribs. Jason grit his teeth biting back a groan of pain as he tried to keep his face a neutral as possible, he wasn’t about to give these assholes the satisfaction of seeing him in pain. Especially not when he could hear you screaming from down the hall or from wherever you are.

“Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?” Jason asked a bitter chuckle in his voice as he looked up at the guards and the seconds' guard’s eye twitched and the next thing Jason knew there was another foot being dug into his ribs. He had to fight back another groan of pain as his ribs began to throb from just two of the kicks, this was going to be a long, long, day.

“We said shut up!” The second guard said as he kicked Jason again before he could say something sarcastic. Jason barely managed to stop himself from groaning and instead turned it into a cough as the guard's second hit landed directly in his stomach.

“And what if I don’t want to?” Jason countered and the guards shared a look two matching smiles spread across their faces as they looked back at him.

“We were hoping you would say that.” The first guard said and the next thing Jason knew he was being kicked repeatedly by the two guards each kick landing either in his ribs or in his stomach. Jason fought against his chains trying desperately to break free so he could at the very least curl up into a ball to protect his organs, though at this point he wasn’t sure it would do any actual good. After two or three more kicks the guards finally decided to take a step back from him the two of them panting heavily as they stared down at him their eyes burning. Jason grimaced as he shifted with the limited space, he had his muscle aching and screaming in protest at the punishment they had just been put under and the position they were being forced to keep.

“Had enough yet subject?” The first guard asked and Jason glared at them. Turning his head to the side he spits at the first guard’s feet, a mixture of blood and saliva. The first guard smiled viciously as he brought his foot back and kicked Jason once again in the side causing him to cough instead of groan in pain.

“Tell you what I’m feeling a little generous right now. So how about we strike a deal hm?” The first guard asked as he started walking around Jason clearly still trying to be intimidating. Jason watched him pace in and out of his line of sight, pretending to debate on whether or not he would take whatever deal they offered.

“What sort of deal?” He asked and the guard stopped walking a large, toothy, grin spreading across his face as he whipped around to face Jason clapping his hands together as he did so.

“Oh, I was hoping you would ask. I propose to you a deal if you simply apologize for what you did to our comrades, we’ll stop punishing you as hard as we have been, don’t agree to our deal and well we’ll step it up a notch.” The guard said and Jason eyed him for a couple of seconds before he started chuckling softly and it wasn’t long before it had turned into full-blown laughter as he threw his head back, laughing very much like the guards had been earlier.

“Shut up.” The second guard growled out in warning but Jason continued to laugh his whole body shaking with the force of it, and for a brief moment the guards thought that Jason may have lost his mind. That after spending only a month or so in here that the doctors had finally managed to make him snap, but as he continued to laugh, they realized that wasn’t the case at all and that realization only served to make them angrier.

“I said shut up!” The second guard shouted as he pulled his pistol from its holster and backhanded Jason with the handle. Jason’s head snapped to the left, the laughter dying instantly on his lips as he stared at the wall for a couple of seconds before slowly looking back at the guards. There was a tense moment of silence as Jason and the second guard stared each other down before the first guard finally broke the silence.

“Are you going to take the deal or not you psychopath.” The first guard stated his voice hard and his hands clenched into fists at his side as his partner held his gun up high fully prepared to pistol-whip Jason given the opportunity.

“So, let me get this straight, you two chuckleheads, want me to apologize for killing a couple of your buddies? You want me to apologize to you after everything that you guards have done to me, too (Y/N), to every other person in this hell hole?” Jason asked and a small smile started spreading across the guard’s face as he looked at Jason, his chest puffing out like he thought Jason was actually going to take his deal.

“Yes, that’s exactly what I want you to do.” The guard said and Jason stared at the guard for a couple of seconds before looking towards the second guard and the pistol that he held and then looked back at the first guard.

“Then to that I say, get fucked,” Jason started his voice full of a silent sort of rage and the first guard’s bravado disappeared in an instant as he looked towards his partner.

“Hit him again, and don’t stop hitting him until this fucking brat apologizes for what he’s done!” The first guard shouted and the second guard raised his hand high before bringing the butt of the pistol crashing into Jason’s jaw once again. Jason remained strongly silent even as the guard landed blow after blow to his jaw, to his body, even after he felt one of his rib’s breaks, even after he was sure he would be black and blue for days to come he remained silent. He remained defiant of them as he stared them in the eyes and refused to give them the apology they wanted, or the screams that they were craving. He would not be broken by some low-level sissy guards no matter what they did to him he would not allow them to break him. Especially when he knew he had to make sure he lived through this just so he could apologize to you for everything that he had put you through.

~Arkham Asylum Gotham City~

It had been a week since Dick and Roy had told the others that Jason had gone missing and it had been a long, long, long week for the whole family. The first week had simply been information gathering, it had been Bruce, Tim, and Babs scouring every inch of the internet searching for any trace of Jason online. While Dick, Roy, Damian, Cass, Steph, and Kate split up to search the city and surrounding cities searching through Jason’s safe houses to see if he was actually hiding out in one of them and was just ignoring all of them. But all of them hit the same dead-end which was nothing, there was no trace of Jason anywhere that they looked. Which is why Bruce is currently walking through the hallways of Arkham Asylum, in his full bat get up, heading towards the most secure part of the building with commissioner Gordon following at his heel looking for the better part weary about what they were about to do.

“Not to, question your abilities here Batman, but are you sure this is a good idea?” Gordon asked as the two of them turned down a heavily guarded hallway the two of them passing armed guards as they went.

“Yes.” Was all Bruce said as they stopped in front of a thick steel door with a solitary window in the middle of the door and a slot to slide trays of food through. From the other side of the door, they could hear the sounds of maddened giggling that built up and up until it was full-on cackling.

“Well, well, well if it isn’t little batsy watsy! What brings you all the way out here?! It’s not just to see little ole me is it?!” The crazed voice of the Joker asked from the other side of the door and suddenly he was standing there in the window his head tilted to the side and his eyes as wide as the grin on his face as he stared out the window at the two of them.

“Oh, and you brought our favorite friend! Commissioner Gordon! Now it truly has been a long time since I’ve seen you, tell me how’s that daughter of yours doing?” Joker asked his head tilting to the other side and a look of mock concern crossing his face that was quickly replaced with a look of glee when he saw the rage flash across Gordon’s face.

“Listen here you- ““Gordon.” Bruce interrupted him before he could say anything. Gordon looked at Bruce before sighing.

“Right, I’ll just be over here then,” Gordon grumbled as he turned and walked back around the corner. Though he would never admit it Gordon was glad that a lot of the questioning Batman did with this psycho he did it alone, the Joker always rubbed him the wrong way. There was a long moment of silence as Joker and Batman just stared at each other, Bruce waiting to make sure that Gordon wasn’t still listening on the other side before he stepped up to the door.

“So batsy watsy what brings you all the way out here to visit little ole me? Don’t you have bigger fish to take care of now that I’m in here?” Joker asked as he leaned against the door with his arm above him so that his hand was dangling down and Bruce kept a straight face as he stared at him.

“What do you know about the Void?” Bruce asked his voice emotionless as he stared Joker down. Joker was silent for a couple of seconds before he tilted his head to the other side a large hyena-like grin spreading across his face as he looked at Bruce.

“The Void? Why on earth would you ever want to know about those pencil-pushing scientists?” Joker asked.

“What do you know about the Void?” Bruce asked once again, ignoring his first comment and Joker was silent for a couple of moments, just starring at Bruce before the pieces seemed to connect in that demented little head of his. The Joker suddenly slammed into the door his face pressed against the glass.

“Now, why would you want to know about the Void? They’re so far under your radar that you shouldn’t even know about them. Unless… unless one of yours was taken by them…” Joker trailed off watching the barely their reaction of Bruce, the twitch of his jaw and the flashing in his eyes that had the joker laughing as he stumbled back from the door.

“Oh! One of them was, weren’t they?! One of your little birdies was finally caught in the cat’s maw, weren’t they?! Oh, that’s fantastic! That’s glorious! You thought I was bad with your little pet birds! You better kiss this one goodbye for good, cause you’re never going to find the body.” Joker’s tone dropped as he pressed his face back up against the window and Bruce glared at him before turning and walking away leaving the man to cackle madly to himself. Bruce ignored Gordon as he tried to ask what happened and instead walked immediately passed him and out of Arkham entirely disappearing into the night.

“I hate when he does that,” Gordon grumbled as he crossed his arms and stared at where Batman had just been.

~Lower East Side of Crime Alley~

“Does anyone have eyes on Scarecrow?” Dick asked as he stood on the rooftop near the abandoned warehouse that they assumed was Scarecrow’s hideout for the time being.

“He’s inside,” Damian responded from where he stood on the rooftop that was to the east side of the warehouse.

“Is he alone?” Dick asked and there was silence for a couple of seconds as Damian scanned the room through his inferred binoculars.

“Yes, it looks like he’s testing new chemicals,” Damian reported in and Dick nodded.

“Two guards at the main entrance and then two guarding the entrance to Scarecrow’s office, and more goons milling about on the bottom floor some armed some not,” Roy stated from where he was standing next to Dick, his fingers tracing over the screen in his hands, controlling the fly sized drone he had shot into Scarecrow’s hideout. Dick hummed as he looked at the building watching as goons walked in and out of the front door.

“How do we want to do this thing? In through the front or is there another point of access?” Dick asked the two of them and they were both silents for a moment before Damian spoke up.

“There’s a window that leads directly into Scarecrow’s office. If you want to do this without a fight Grayson, and ensure that we’ll be able to question Scarecrow without any interference or him escaping the window will be our best option.” Damian stated and Dick was silent for another moment before nodding his head.

“Alright, we’ll go in through the window. Robin stays there I and Arsenal are on our way.” Dick stated and Damian made a noise of agreement before Dick looked towards Roy who was already pocketing his bug.

“You think he’ll have any actual information for us?” Dick asked and Roy shrugged as he pulled an arrow from his quiver and removed his bow from where it was collapsed and hanging from his waist.

“No idea, but for his sake, I hope he does,” Roy started his voice firm and leaving no room for argument as he walked to the edge of the roof and jumped off firing his grappling arrow as he did and swinging over to the roof that Damian was on. Dick perused his lips at the inclination in Roy’s voice and while he didn’t necessarily agree with the idea of torturing Scarecrow for his information, he certainly wasn’t opposed to the idea right now. As Dick landed next to the two of them whatever conversation they had been having ceased and they both looked at him.

“You two ready to go.” He asked and the two of them nodded as they ran and jumped the three of them crashing through the window all at once and with their weapons drawn. Scarecrow jumped back away from what he had been working on and looked up at them.

“Oh, it’s just you three,” Scarecrow said his tone sounding almost bored as he returned to what he had been doing before they busted into his office. The three of them stood there starring at him in shock.

“What? No running away from us? No shouting for one of the hundreds of goons that you’ve got scattered around the place? No trying to kill us? No snarky comment about how we apparently don’t know how to use a door?” Roy asked, gesturing with his hands as he spoke looking around at the others to see them looking just as confused as he did.

“No, I’ve been expecting at least one of you to show up for some time now though I’ll admit I thought it would be much sooner and that it would be Batman himself who came not his children and their friend.” There was a hint of a disgusted sneer in his voice as he looked over the three of them but didn’t stop what he was doing.

“What have you done with the Red Hood?” Damian all but growled out as he drew his sword, pointing the tip of it at Scarecrow who looked down it completely unphased by the threat. Sighing Scarecrow stepped back from his desk and fell back into his chair.

“Take a seat, I’ll tell you anything you want to know.” Scarecrow gestured to the chairs in front of his desk. The three of them looked at each other confused as to how easily this was going but neither of them made a move to actually sit down and Scarecrow rolled his eyes but didn’t make a comment.

“Alright if you’re so willing to talk then let’s start with what exactly it was you were doing with the Red Hood that night,” Dick said as he crossed his arms over his chest.

“And why exactly we can’t seem to find him or get in contact with him,” Roy added on.

“A couple of weeks ago, before that night actually, I was contacted by a couple of people from a place called the Void. Now admittedly I don’t know too much about the Void itself only whispered horror stories of the place and tall tales that the other villains have told but I do know they’re not exactly the kind of people you want to get yourself mixed up with, they’re worse than the Joker.” Scarecrow explained and Dick furrowed his brow in confusion.

“If they’re so undesirable then why did you work with them?” Damian asked, never having lowered his sword.

“… They were offering me something that I greatly needed, the two missing chemicals for a new grade of fear toxin that I’ve been working on, I couldn’t very well say no to those ingrates those chemicals are extremely hard to come by.” Scarecrow explained to them and they all gave him a deadpanned look.

“I am no proud of what I did but I will not take it back just because you disagree with me, but needless to say I don’t have your Red Hood the Void has him and no before you ask I have no idea where they are hidden all I know is that they have him and may I suggest you start trying to find them before there’s nothing left to find,” Scarecrow commented and they stood there in grim silence for several moments before they launched into their next questions demanding to know everything that Scarecrow knew about the Void and who else might know about the Void.

“We’re leaving the alley where Jason disappeared, all we found were smashed bits of our trackers and his helmet nothing else.” Steph’s voice sounded over the coms just as they were leaving Scarecrow’s office.

“Joker offered me nothing too,” Bruce commented and Dick shared a look with Roy and Damian before pressing his fingers two his ear as they walked away from Scarecrow’s hideout.

“Well, then it’s a good thing we got a lot of things you guys are going to want to hear,” Dick stated.

“Everyone returns to the cave; Dick tell us what you learned,” Bruce ordered and the three of them started moving.

~The Void~

You groaned as you forced open your eyelids fighting against the fuzziness that had filled your head as you struggled to wake up from the drugs that they had pumped into you. Blinking a couple of times, you stared blankly around the room not fully realizing where you were mainly because you couldn’t exactly see where you were. The world was far too blurry for you to make out anything more than the wall and the harsh white lights shining above you. Slowly you started to regain your vision and as the world started to come back into focus your heart stopped beating for a solid several seconds as you realized what exactly your position is.

You were suspended in the air spread eagle by thick metal chains and cuffs, the rusted metal of the cuffs digging into the delicate skin of your wrists. You winced when you gave your hand an experimental move the action causing the rough metal to dig in even more into your wrist, and the same thing happened with your foot.

“I knew it! I knew it! I fucking knew it!” You shouted as you clenched your hands into fists. Righteous anger overriding the fear over the fact that you were about to be punished. You knew it! You fucking knew it! You knew that if the two of you tried to escape that the two of you would be caught and you would end up getting punished for it, you knew it! You knew that this would happen! If that dumbass had just kept fucking running then the two of you might have been able to escape from this hellhole but no, no he had to stop and do some stupid thing on the computer. And now here you were chained up in the air, dried blood caked to your body from where you had been shot, waiting to be punished all because Jason couldn’t fucking wait until the two of you had a better plan and because he just had to use the fucking computer. If you made it out of this alive, more importantly, if he made it out of this alive, you were going to fucking kill him so help you, god. You were going to be the death of that man and if you didn’t kill him you were going to punch him so hard, he saw the world upside down for a solid fucking minute.

“Oh goody, goody, you’re awake.” Dr. Roberts said with a smile on his face as he walked into the room being flanked by two guards who stood at the door emotionless and with their hands clasped in front of them. At the sight of Dr. Roberts fear immediately chased away the anger at Jason as your eyes widened and you stared at him terrified as he approached the wall to the right of you.

“I was so worried that I was going to have to start this session off with you sleeping, but no instead you’re awake which is going to make this so much more fun.” Dr. Roberts said as he pressed his hand against the wall and a pin pad appeared and with his other hand, he typed in a code that revealed a metal tray with a variety of tools each one worse than the last. A shiver ran down your spine at the sight of the barbed wire covered whip as you remembered the feeling of it tearing into your skin ripping away muscle and flesh and leaving you aching and burning for days after. A sick smile spread across Dr. Roberts face as he picked up his first tool, a simple hunting knife that he tucked into the waist of his pants before walking up to you.

“You know my dear I am so ashamed of you right now. I thought we had taught you better than this? I thought we had finally managed to beat the rebellion out of you? Where did we go wrong? Did we not hit you hard enough? Did we not burn you bad enough? Did we not scar you bad enough? Tell me, my dear, where did we go wrong with you?” Dr. Roberts asked as he looked at you waiting for your response but you knew better than to actually answer. Answering just meant that everything got so, so, much worse than they already were. After a handful of seconds, Dr. Roberts sighed as he shook his head and pulled the knife out of his waist.

“Not feeling like talking my dear? Ok, how about I make it easier for you to talk. You answer my next question and depending on what your answer is I will either make this an easier punishment for you or harsher for you, does that sound like a deal to you?” Dr. Roberts asked, gesturing with the knife as he spoke. You remained silent as you continued to stare at him, face an emotionless mask.

“Excellent! That’s what I was hoping you would say!” Dr. Roberts explained as he started pacing back and forth in front of you still gesturing with the knife as he went.

“Now, my dear, I know that despite what happened yesterday we still taught you well enough that you shouldn’t try escaping from here so I’m going to give you one chance and one chance only to answer this question. Which one of you planned and came up with the idea for this little escape attempt of yours?” Dr. Roberts asked as he stopped walking in front of you starring up at you his voice deadly serious and his eyes hard. You stared right back at him your face still an emotionless mask as you looked at him. This was your chance, you could pin this all on Jason and even though it wouldn’t make your punishment any less bad than it was already going to be Jason would still end up getting punished pretty bad and it would be an excellent chance to get revenge on him without him knowing it was you. And you were almost tempted to tell Dr. Roberts that, to tell him that it was actually Jason who wanted to do this, wanted to escape, planned it all out but you stopped yourself from saying anything. Instead, you continued to stare at him silently for a couple of seconds before taking a deep breath and letting it out as you looked down at the ground.

“It was me.” Your voice was barely above a whisper as you looked down at the ground and Dr. Roberts was silent for a few seconds watching you before sighing heavily in disappointment as he shook his head.

“Why am I not surprised by that fact? Honestly (Y/N) sometimes I think you enjoy being tortured like this.” Dr. Roberts commented as he settled the tip of the knife against your collar bone and you forced yourself to remain impassive to the knife pressing lightly into your skin.

“But I know that’s not true isn’t that right my dear? Especially with the way that you scream so good for me when you’re in pain.” Dr. Roberts said as he pressed in harder. The sharp edge of the blade piercing your skin and causing a stinging sensation as Dr. Roberts dragged the knife down keeping the pressure nice and even as he drew a thin line from your collar bone down to the collar of your shirt. He was silent as he lifted the knife from your skin and repeated the same mark on the other side of your collar bone creating an ‘X’ on your chest that stung like a bitch but you refused to let that show.

“You know now that I think about it, I think these clothes are going to get in the way of my punishment plans, so let’s get rid of them, shall we?” Dr. Roberts asked as he placed the tip of the knife just under your shirt and in one swift movement, he tore through your shirt tearing it in two. Reaching up he gripped your shirt and tore it the rest of the way off of you, exposing your naked upper body to the cold air. Your arms and legs twitched with the desire to cover up your exposed body, digging the rusted metal further into your wrists and ankles pricking your skin.

“There we go, that’s perfect, now we can truly begin.” Dr. Roberts said as he spun the knife around in his hand and in one quick motion sliced across your skin cutting deep and causing a hot burning sensation to spread throughout your body like fire. You grit your teeth as you fought the grunt that threatened to escape you as Dr. Roberts repeated that movement once again carving another line into your stomach. Your hands clenched into fists as Dr. Roberts repeated that move several other times carving your stomach up. Blood flowed from your cuts as Dr. Roberts spun the knife around once again and walked away from you over to the tray again. A whimper threatened to escape you when you saw him pick up the container of salt and walk back over to you a victorious smile on his face as he poured some of it into his hand.

“Now, this may sting a little… okay, a lot but I’m sure you already knew that isn’t that right my dear?” Dr. Roberts said it more than asked it as he reached up and rubbed his hand against one of the larger and deeper gashes that he had made. Instantly it felt like he had pressed a burning hot spike against your skin and automatically you jerked away from it barely cutting off your scream of surprise as he continued to rub more salt into your wound grinning as he did so. Gritting your teeth, you grunted against the fire quickly spreading through your body and becoming the only sense that you knew. Dr. Roberts did this to each and every single one of your wounds causing them all to burn and sweat to break out across your forehead from the struggle of keeping the cries at bay.

“Well as much fun as that was my dear, I’m afraid it’s still not what I’m looking for. No, I don’t think this is working out as well as I had hoped for, guards reposition her for me while I grab our next toy, will you?” Dr. Roberts ordered more than asked as he walked off behind you and the guards grumbled something under their breaths but neither of them protested as they stepped forward. Together the guards released the chains from the wall catching her as more length appeared for the chain and they moved her so that she was now lying midair, still spread eagle but now at perfect waist height.

“Excellent, excellent, George you're helping me with this one.” Dr. Roberts said and your body tensed when you heard the familiar sound of water sloshing around inside a canister.

“No, no, no, no, please no.” The words were falling out of your lips before you could stop them and Dr. Roberts chuckled.

“Ah there it is the sweet sound of you begging, we’re almost there boys! Soon we’ll have her doing exactly what I want her to do.” Dr. Roberts’ demented smile was the last thing you saw before George wrapped the towel around your head pulling it taunt. The next thing you knew cold liquid was crashing down on top of your face in a seemingly never-ending stream. Your lungs constricted as your body started thrashing, fighting instinctively to get away from the water so that you could breathe, wrists and ankles digging into the cuffs as you fought to break free uncaring of the physical damage that was happening. Finally. Finally, after what felt like hours Dr. Roberts stopped pouring water over your face and the guard tore away the wet towel. You sagged against your chains coughing violently, your body trying desperately to expel water that wasn’t actually there.

“Please… stop.” Your voice came out sounding hoarse and scratchy as you spoke in between coughs.

“Again, so close to what we actually want.” Dr. Roberts stated his voice firm as he motioned with his head and the guard wrapped the towel around your head again holding your head still with his hands.

Water flowed from the can once again covering your face in pressure and sensation that in any other case would have been soothing but in this one, it only made everything worse. Your body once again started to thrash fighting against the pressure of water that it was almost certain of was entering your lungs at this very minute but never made it past the towel, your lungs seized trying to stop it from entering them as you fought against the hands and chains that made it seem like you were being held underwater. As more and more water flowed over your face the burning and tightness in your chest only got worse and worse as you pulled and thrashed against everything until Dr. Roberts finally stopped the can and the guard removed the towel. Once again you were coughing violently in between great desperate gulps of air trying to soothe the burning sensation in your chest but no matter how deep of a breath you took the sensation never went away.

“Again.” Dr. Roberts said his voice calm and collected as he lifted up the can one again and you flinched at the sound of the water sloshing around.

“No, no, no, please. Please stop, please.” You begged them but your pleading went unanswered as the guard wrapped the towel around your head once more and Dr. Roberts started pouring water again. This time it felt like your lungs were on fire from how hard you were struggling to breathe around the pressure and thrashing but no matter how much you told your body that you weren’t actually drowning it kept fighting. Kept acting like you were being held underwater and the scary part of it was that you were honestly starting to think that you might be as the water seemed to keep coming and coming until finally, it stopped.

As soon as the guard had removed the towel from around your face you were sucking in great gulps of air that burned on their way down your raw throat, and you didn’t care that you had tears streaming down your face or that your hands and legs were slowly becoming soaked in blood from how much the cuffs were digging into your skin now. All you cared about was the fact that you could finally breathe. Your reprieve, however, did not last for long as Dr. Roberts nodded once and the guard had the towel wrapped around your head once again forcing you to relive the experience once again. This time when the guard let you go you didn’t even wait to catch your breath even a little before you were shouting.

“No! Please! PLEASE! STOP! STOP IT PLEASE! I'm SORRY!! I’M SORRY!! I PROMISE I WON’T DO IT AGAIN!!!” You shouted as you pulled against the bonds trying to get away from the guard and Dr. Roberts chuckled above purposely shaking the can so that he could watch you flinch at the sound of the water sloshing around.

“Now that’s what I wanted to hear! However, I don’t think I’m done with this just yet though. Cover her again.” Dr. Roberts stated. Panic gripped you causing your already racing heart to race even faster as you strained to get away from the guard.

“NO! NO! PLEASE! PLEASE! DON’T! DON’T!” You scream became muffled as the guard toweled you again and pulled your head back. Dr. Roberts continued to do these two more times after this one and each one felt worse than the last one until you were sure that there was going to be a burning sensation in your chest, and that your head felt fuzzy from the repeated lack of oxygen. By the time Dr. Roberts was truly done you were openly sobbing in between coughs and gasps for air and you hung their tears streaming down your face as you pleaded for him to stop body weak and mind even weaker.

“There we go, that’s what we like to see, our favorite little girl all broken and willing for us.” Dr. Roberts said as he set the gas can a 1/8th of an inch full of water down on the ground purposely making it slosh as he did so just to hear you whimper and see you attempt to curl up in a ball.

“Ah, you truly are a beautiful young woman aren’t you my dear?” Dr. Roberts asked as he caressed your cheek, loving that you were two weak to even move your head away from him as you continued to sob and plead for him to stop. Snapping his fingers, the guards put you back in your original position. Your head lulled forward, pressing your chin against your chest as you continued to sob great hiccupping things as you stared at the ground looking at the pool of blood that was steadily growing larger the more you lost.

“Please… please… stop… please.” You begged him voice weak and hoarse as you looked up at him but all he did was smile back at you.

“Oh, but my dear we’re not done yet. Oh no, we’re not going to be done for a long, long, time not until I think you’ve thoroughly learned your lesson on never, ever, trying to escape from here again.” Dr. Roberts stated his voice dark and promising as he snapped his fingers and he was handed the handle of a whip that was covered in barbed wire. You whimpered audibly at the sight of the whip your body already tensing in preparation for the hit.

“Ready my dear?” Dr. Roberts didn’t wait for a response before he reared back and hit you with the whip, the whip making a loud cracking sound as the barbed length of it lashed out and stuck into you snagging on skin and muscle as it wrapped around you from shoulder to hip cutting across the previous ones and only serving to make them worse. Instantly a scream was tearing free scrapping your already raw throat raw as burning white pain shot through your body like wildfire, a sensation that was only made worse when Dr. Roberts pulled back the barbs of the whip taking chunks of flesh and muscle with it as he did. Blood sprayed from the wounds and Dr. Roberts laughed as you screamed again when he hit you.

“Yes, yes, yes! THAT’S IT MY DEAR SCREAM FOR ME! SING TO ME THE SPYMOPHNY OF YOUR PAIN!” Dr. Roberts shouted over your screams laughing maniacally as he whipped you repeatedly loving the way the whip tore away chunks of skin and muscle leaving you looking suspiciously like swiss cheese.

It wasn’t until hours later, after Dr. Roberts had switched from using the barbed whip to a normal one and then back to rubbing salt into your wounds that he finally grew tired of torturing you that he finally took a step back from you a victorious and self-satisfied smile present on his face as he looked you over. You hung there head lulled forward and eyes barely open as you fought against the pain and the blood loss. Your chest rose and fell in shaking intervals the spaces between your next inhale and exhale getting longer and longer as you hung there dripping blood and fighting the darkness that threatened to consume you whole. Distantly you heard Dr. Roberts say something to the guards but it was all garbled and sounded far away. You blinked slowly as you watched the guards and Dr. Roberts have a conversation.

Gods you were so tired, every nerve in your body screaming at you in pain and every ounce of you wanting nothing more than to go to sleep, to surrender to the darkness that was threatening to consume you. After all, it felt so warm and cozy, it felt so much safer than this world, than this darkness that you had been living in for your whole life, it felt so right to just relax and let it consume you whole to let it take you away from this world. From this hell hole of a life but you couldn’t. You couldn’t let yourself be taken by the darkness, you still needed to hit Jason for what he had done, you still needed to see Jason, you had to make sure that you sacrificing yourself for him hadn’t been in vain. Oh but the darkness felt so nice, so warm, so comfortable, so much like a safe space that you couldn’t help it, couldn’t help but surrender yourself to the darkness and the last thing you saw before the darkness took a hold of you was a guard walking up to you.

As George and Dr. Roberts released you from your chains the second guard caught you with a grunt and as you landed in his arms you exhaled softly before falling completely limp in his arms head lulling to the side as your eyes slid closed.

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vamish · 4 years ago

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The Order

So recently The Order season 2 has come onto Netflix so I have decided to compare my thoughts and feelings of the characters from season 1 into their growth and whatever on season 2

First we’ll start off with my babies and end it with the trash [any negative options of characters do NOT stretch to the actors themselves]

Randall

Season one

He is such a cute adorable soul, I love his loyalty and adoration fr his friends hes honestly one of the best written characters on the show, he is the definition of baby

Season two

we got to see more of a stubborn side to him this season, he still shows his undying loyalty to not only his friends but the cause. It actually hurt to see him so upset when that bitch ruby used him. He still is baby but he bi baby, that kiss with Hamish really made me realise that hes shippable with anyone and everyone.

What I would like to see for him in season three;

I would love for him to slowly start to accept magic more, and to see him use it a bit more, and for him to find someone that genuinely cares for him, whether its Gabrielle or another character I just want my baby to be happy.

Hamish

Season one

I never really had much of an opinion on Hamish, at the beginning of season one I thought he was a bit bland, but then he really grew on me, the way he spoke about Cassie and his choice of beer pong to settle group choices, my mans not an alcoholic, hes a alcohol aficionado and my son. His little look at Vera at the end gave me a bit of feels

Season two

I cant not start this without Randall and Hamish’s kiss, I love it, a love story for the ages, either both Hamish and Randall are bi or somewhere in the community or they’re so solid in their heterosexuality that they really do not care and I’m cool with either [I’d more so believe Randall is the first option than the second]. But Hamish and Vera are also a power couple, I’m not sure the age difference but Vera is older right? But I love Hamish’s belief in Vera and The Order its such a big difference from the Hamish that we first met that wanted to take them down. I would love to drink one of Hamish’s concoctions.

What I would like to see for him in season three;

I would love for Hamish to progress more with Vera, and for him and the other wolves to learn more about their wolves and the history.

Jack

Season one

In the first season Jack was literally just a puppet, he was always being controlled by something or someone, the main one being his granddad, the relationship was so broken between them I wish we had gotten a real bonding moment the closest we had was either when Jack was dying because of silver back and at that point he was barely conscious or when we saw his pops trying to avenge jacks and his mothers death and Jack had to watch him explode. I really didn't feel any real emotion except a little twinge because I knew that Jack was upset. Jack himself wasn’t inherently a good or bad character his biggest flaw is that he literally throws himself into things because of emotion. Was super happy when he woke up after dying and Randall came and gave him a hug

Season Two

This has to be said Blonde Jack grew on me and low key was sexy as fuck no one can tell me otherwise [Thank you Gabrielle]. I love Jack I really do but his biggest fucking flaw is his feelings for one bitch that can not be named right now. He did make some big mistakes this season but he’s only a teen [Hes like what nineteen now?] but hes really willing to die for his team and and confirmed Jack has soft lips, my baba uses lip balm.

What I would like to see for him in season three;

I would love for him to find all of the rest of the stolen objects, for people *AHEMALYSSA* to stop blaming him for everything ‘oh there is one cloud in the sky must be jacks fault’

Lilith

Season one

Now again I was not sure on Lilith just because when they introduced us to her character, I thought she was very one dimensional by that I mean they were just going to try and pass her off as a strong female by making her blood thirsty but within one episode I went from not liking her to loving her my little ‘Kilith’ a beautifully murderous soul, her reaction to her finding out that her at Alyssa were best friends was brilliant. Her and Randall's kiss was sort of unexpected but I was cool with it I thought they would have at least had it go somewhere lmao.

Season two

Lilith and Nicole two beautiful women and they love each other, tell me I’m wrong, I liked the bob however I was not a big fan of the blue streaks, Lilith and Jacks moment before they went to the last fight against Rogwan, her sacrifice to save Jack, I love that girl so much. I’m upset that she was in barely any episodes this season I would have loved to see more of her relationship dynamic with Nicole.

What I would like to see for her in season three;

To see flashbacks of her in the demon realm and her badasserly survival, to see her slowly making her return back into the human realm. And for her to also find someone who truly cares for her, 100% would prefer a female.

Vera

Season One

I liked Vera from when she decided that Jack was coming to belgrave, I love her character because she reminds me of Fallon and her makeup is always on point.

Season two

Her fight for her position to be grand magnus, she was always one of the most calculated characters because everyone was constantly trying to tear her down and take way her title especially that bitch Kepler. Her and Hamish are hot AF power couple for the win

What I would like to see for her in season three;

GIVE HER HER MAGIC BACK!

Gabrielle

Season One

Shes good at what she does to bad she always was working against my faves.

Season Two

It was harder to hate her this season I loved the Karaoke scene, she wasn’t perfect but she tried [still couldn't like her but that’s due to my own personal hang ups

What I would like to see for her in season three;

A redemption arc and not one that has her redemption based around Randall and for him, I really hope they give her a good one. I beg

Alyssa

Season One

She started off so well on the first episode, what happened, she has an unhealthy loyalty and what seams like some sly daddy issues her and Jack were cute though

Season Two

What. The. Fuck. First I’ll be nice that bitch can sing. Alyssa is a stupid irrational character, she leaves Jack to fight on his own, and doesn't help just stands there, tries to cut of her bond with him after she has sex with him for the first time. She was a very self centred character this season, some how everything was Jacks fault, but she was still adamant she had feelings for him? She was willing to kill her mentor and someone shes known for years for some random girl shes met, she believed everything that was said and didn't even have the audacity to let Vera explain and then took away her magic, who gave her the right, I know she was upset over her own magic but Vera would have helped her fix her powers another way. Again she was very self centred and I wish that she actually tried to understand and work with everyone and she wouldn’t have died, but oh well.

What I would like to see for her in season three;

Either shes a completely new person when she gets revived for she can stay dead I ain’t got time for her foolishness anymore, some people have real issues not her made up problems.

Thank you for coming to my ted talk

#theorder #the order netflix #hamish duke #vera stone #jack morton #randall carpio #lilith bathory #alyssa drake #gabrielle dupres #the order season 2

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mrs-dragneel-stark-solo · 5 years ago

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Unforseen Chasm (part 31)

Part 31 of Unforseen Chasm

Prompt: Two sisters fall for men that are absolute enemies. The love they have could tear all of them apart, or it could bring them together. Word Count: 2516 Warnings: arguing angst what can I say! *shrugs* Note: This is by far the longest thing I’ve ever written (including my other fic series). first major Collab with my best friend @thorne93 what was first a simple “what if” moment turned into a two year writing session and I’ve never been more prouder of myself than when I started my first series. goes through most of the MCU plots there are some changes to accommodate for what we wanted and there is a bit of a crossover between the MCU and other characters. I hope you guys enjoy reading this just as much as I enjoyed writing it.

As soon as Tony parked in the garage, the two of you sat there a moment. You were waiting on him to get out, so you didn’t startle him and make him think you were running off.

“Tell me what’s going on with Shannon,” he quietly ordered as he stared down at his lap.

At first, you wanted to tell him to go talk to her himself, simply because you felt they needed to communicate more. But you thought best to not fuck up this chance.

“During our fight, she absorbed some of my dark energy. I don’t know how much you know about me, or what she told you from my letters of my time on Asgard, but I didn’t have this dark energy when I was on Asgard. Being on Asgard makes me strong, and it also rejuvenates a power I was born with. I was born with the ability to charge objects or absorb energy.”

He remained quiet, listening.

“That’s the natural, good power I have. Like Thor can control thunder and lightning, Loki can conjure, conceal, cast illusions. That’s my power… But when I was held captive, a man named Thanos possessed a mind stone. It’s what was in Loki’s scepter. That’s how we got Barton, and Selvig and all the others to do our bidding. Thanos used it on us. He mainly used it on Loki… But when he did use it on me… I started to develop these dark powers… at the time I had no idea how parasitic they were until I was locked up in the cell. I could tell something felt off in me. Like I had a virus.”

A moment of quiet fell over the car.

“But, anyway… Shannon. She absorbed some of that power and now… well now negative or highly intense emotional strain drains on her. She’s got too many mutations and powers and they’re feeding off her. I think my dark energy and the power she got from that empath kid at the X-Men’s place combined to make a tricky combo.”

“So… she can’t handle stress or it wears her down?” he summed up.

You bobbed your head side to side. “Pretty much. I have certain triggers for my dark powers… her triggers are emotional strain, that’s all we really know.”

After a long time, Tony finally said an emphatic, “Thank you.” Then he got out of the car, came over to your door, and opened it.

You got out and walked by his side to the elevator. You didn’t want to worry him by standing behind him. The two of you got in the elevator and neither of you said a word more to each other. The doors opened, he grabbed your upper arm again, and hauled you out into a wide, concrete hallway. It was short. You two approached giant doors and they slid open.

Behind the doors lied your glass cell, sitting up a few feet from the floor, like a stage… like a circus animal were inside. Still holding onto you, he directed you towards the door on the left side of the cell.

Loki had looked up from his place on the couch and paled. He quickly got to his feet, throwing the book in his hands down. He had no words for the sight in front of him.

The retinal scanner scanned Tony and granted him access. Your cell doors opened with the light “swoosh”, and he escorted you inside.

“Don’t leave the cell,” he said, and it sounded more like a tired plea than anything else. With that, he turned and left. The cell doors slide shut behind him and he walked out of the room.

Loki peered at you, concerned. “Are you alright? Did he find you at the mansion?” he asked as he slowly made his way over to you.

You nodded.

“Did he hurt you?”

You shook your head.

“Love, what’s wrong? You’re scaring me. Why didn’t Shannon bring you back, or the blue teleporter?”

As much as you wanted to answer him, you couldn’t. So instead you began sobbing and immediately he wrapped his arms around you, soothing you. “Darling, what’s the matter?” he asked again.

“Shannon… she’s too sick to bring me back. I asked Tony to do it.”

“He wasn’t… angry?” he wondered, pushing you away slightly to look at you.

“Oh, no he was pissed. Beyond pissed. Livid… But… I thought I could get on his good side if I came quietly,” you informed through tears.

“And? Did it help?”

You shook your head. “Loki… we were up for parole…”

His eyes went wide with astonishment. “We were?”

You nodded. “But… because I left… I fucked it up. Tony isn’t letting us go anymore. It’s all my fault. I’m so sorry…” Another wave of sobs rocked out of you.

“It’s alright, darling,” he assured in a low, hushed voice, pulling you close to him once more. “You had no way of knowing they were even considering us for it.”

Steve and Shannon had gotten to the tower first. Steve noticed how exhausted she looked on the drive back that when they got into the garage. He got out of the car and picked her up so that she wouldn’t tire herself any more than she already was.

“Steve, I’m fine. You don't have to carry me, I can walk,” she said sounding tired and looking just as much.

“Doll, you can barely keep your eyes open, I'm taking you back to your room so you can sleep,” he said about to press the button for the level for her and Tony’s bedroom.

“No! I don’t want to go there… I’d like to go back to my old floor and spend some time with Lucky only,” she said leaning into his super warmth. “You’re so warm Steve, it feels good,” she said sleepily.

He chuckled. “I’m glad I’m good for more than being a friend.” While he was carrying her with one arm, he texted Bruce with the other, hoping to get him to come check on her by the time he made it to her floor .

>> Bruce, can you bring Lucky down to Shannon’s floor? She wants to spend the rest of her day with him

<< sure thing, why isn’t she in her shared floor?

>> tony found out about Y/N being out of the cell

>> could you bring some things to check on her? she’s still looking rather sick.

<<I’ll get the things ready. see you in a bit.

They got to her floor just as Bruce was getting off the other elevator with some equipment and Lucky was right behind him. Upon seeing her in Steve’s arms though, it seemed Lucky had come to the realization that she wasn’t okay and immediately ran into her old room and got on the bed ready to be her rock and make her feel at ease.

“Thanks for meeting me, Bruce. I’m worried with everything that happened a few moments ago her health is really low,” Steve said as he laid her down and put the covers over her.

“She’s looking pretty pale but let me connect her to a heart monitor and a few other things and we’ll see what's going on. Maybe you should have Nat make her some tea and something to eat?” he suggested to the super soldier. “I’ll let you know if something is wrong. For now we should let her rest,” Bruce said while connecting the last of the equipment to her. “JARVIS, send me any alerts of her vitals drop any lower than they already are, also make sure no one is to bother her,” Bruce had said to the Al hoping that this would help her regain her strength.

She had her eyes closed but could still hear everything. “JARVIS, lock the doors when they leave please. I don’t want anyone to come in besides these two and Nat,” she requested. Her voice was very low but the Al was able to hear it all.

“Of course, Ms. Shannon. Dr. Banner, I’ll be sure to alert you of any sudden changes,” he replied to her request and Banner’s as well.

By the time that Tony and you had made it back to the tower there had been little change in her health. Although there were no more dips in the charts, they also weren’t at their normal point, which had the others worrying.

Tony walked into the common area and Nat was the first to catch a glimpse of him.

“Finally back I see. Took you long enough,” she said with anger laced in her words.

“Not now, Romanoff. Have you seen Shannon?” he asked passing his hands through his hair. “I need to talk to her.”

“Oh now you wanna talk to her? What about when you went to the mansion and wouldn’t hear a thing she said?” she scoffed. “I’m not tell you anything, Stark. For a genius you sure are an idiot.” She shook her head, walking away.

He huffed and headed to their shared room hoping to find her there and talk things through. Lately, it felt like there’d been a lack of communication between the two of them and it started to put a strain in the relationship. He loved her with every part of his soul but he couldn’t believe all of the things that she’d been doing behind his back.

He reached the door hoping to hear her making noise but when he didn’t hear anything at all he assumed she was asleep and entered quietly. Turning around from closing the door he was met by an empty room. “JARVIS, where’s Shannon?” was all he asked the Al.

“She is in her old bedroom with Lucky.”

“Thank you. I’ll be down to see her.” He went to his closet and changed into a pair of sweatpants and a plain black t-shirt.

“Sir, she has requested that only Dr. Banner, Captain Rogers, and Ms. Romanoff be allowed to enter the room.”

“Well I’m still going down there…” sounding a little hurt that she didn’t want him to go in the room

“Dr. Banner has also requested she be left alone to rest. Her vitals seem to be low and have not had any positive changes shown,” the Al responded

“Just open the door for me when I get there… please. I need to talk to her and apologize for not giving her a chance to explain things.”

“Sir, I would suggest against trying to enter. She’s said that if anyone else is allowed in she would personally remove my chip from the system and replace it with FRIDAY.”

“I’ll make sure she doesn’t,” was all he said and made his way to the elevator.

Shannon had fallen asleep after being in her old room for some time and had talked with Lucky, even though he couldn’t reply, she felt a huge relief getting everything off her chest. They were both currently cuddled up watching some of her favorite movies. She was very slowly regaining her energy but her strength still seemed to be weak.

“Ms. Shannon, Mr. Stark is on his way down here to speak with you, I’ve advised him not to but he insists on coming down here. Shall I electrify the doorknob?” Jarvis asked her.

“No, Jarvis, don’t do that. Just don’t let him enter my room through either door,” she replied hoping that Tony would get the hint and leave her alone. As hurt as she made him, she was equally hurt that he wouldn’t even stop to hear the explanation she wanted to give him.

“Alright, Miss.”

“Hey, honey, can I come in so we can talk?”

“Go away, Tony. I don’t want to talk, not after the way you treated my words as if they were a bunch of lies.”

He slumped his shoulders. “I know I messed up. Please open the door so we can talk about this…”

“What’s there to discuss? You didn’t want to hear what I had to say back at the mansion so why should I believe that you wanna hear what I have to say now?”

Leaning his head on the door, Tony replied, “Listen, I know I’m an idiot for not letting you speak and that I let my anger get to me but seeing you in that bed, pale and seeing her right next to you just pissed me off. I thought she had done something to you and I hadn’t been there to stop her again.”

“Oh, Tony you know that she’d never hurt me…”

“That’s the thing! I don’t know if she will or if she won’t. I haven’t seen her in so long that the person I met when she came back was a stranger,” he admitted wishing that your words would stop repeating in his head about him still loving you and missing his old friend. It was true but he’d never admit to it. “Baby, please let me in. I hate that we’re like this. When did things go wrong?” he asked through the door.

“We’ve both been so busy with our own things that we barely got any time to ourselves,” she replied while looking down at her hands. “JARVIS, let him into the room please.”

Tony’s head was leaning against the door and his hand on the doorknob, hoping to be let in, when he heard the faint click of the lock he knew he’d gotten the chance to enter the room. He saw that she still looked tired and was still pale and he felt guilty knowing that his anger had been the cause that triggered her to be like this. He made his way to the bed but Lucky stopped him from going further, baring his teeth as to protect her from him. His heart broke a little more seeing that their dog wouldn’t let him anywhere close to her.

“I’m sorry, Shannon. I never meant to hurt you like I did and I didn’t want you to get worse.” He couldn’t meet her eyes, fearing that he’d see pain or sadness. “I just want what’s best for you and I keep forgetting that you’re a strong woman who can make her own choices.” He looked up with sincerity in his eyes.

“I love that you want to protect me, but I’m not a child anymore. I’m a skilled assassin working with the Avengers.” She looked at him. “Some things will always be out of your reach and this situation is one of them.”

Things had taken a turn for the worse as they had ended up arguing the rest of the time, Bruce had to rush down and stabilize her. Tony was rushed out of the room but once everything was cleared he was allowed back in. Both of them settled to not discuss anything further and had spent the night in each other’s arms and with Lucky sleeping at their feet, that night would be one of the best night’s sleep that either of them have had in a long time.

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