#there's another trigger to tell him about.

[mythicmanuscripts]

hello!!! love your blog!!

Could you talk about what intense subdrop is like with Aegon, Aemond, and Jace? like what makes them drop, and what happened/how it went the first time it happened in front of the reader? with lots of soft aftercare? thank you!!!

Of course I can anon! Absolutely. So I definitely have spoken vaguely about subdrop with all of the main three but I don't think I've ever sort of just given overviews of it? So for each of them I'm gonna write a bit about what I think their general triggers for subdrop would be and what they'd need, etc cause then I think we can have a really nice groundwork to discuss some of the stuff further. So let me know if any of these thoughts inspire you! Or you can always apply them to an AU as well.

I'm also happy to share or hear thoughts about other characters for this as well :)) Anyway, there's some non-graphic NSFW content in this answer so if that's not your think then feel free to scroll on by otherwise, enjoy!

AEMOND:

So with Aemond I think he'd only experience subdrop a few months into your relationship, when you've already had sex multiple times and he's already showing his submissive side quite a bit. I think it would only start then because until he reached that level of comfort he always had his walls up?

Even though you were praising him and commanding him and giving him aftercare, he still stayed guarded. Make no mistake, he loved every single moment with you, but despite knowing that his brain still takes longer to catch up to the fact that he's actually allowed to properly let go. As a result, you get lulled into a false sense of security where it seems like the only aftercare Aemond wants is for you to help clean him up and dress him and cuddle a little bit. He was always up and about within an hour after the scene had ended. But this wasn't because he was fully recovered, this was because he had never let himself fall fully into you and so had less to recover from.

It's when you finally does start to do that when this arises. I think the trigger event for him fully lowering all his walls might actually be when you start to indulge him in non-sexual submission? You have him kneel while you read to him, watch him from the bed while he folds your laundry, etc. It's the praise and safety he feels in those moments that allows him to give himself fully later.

He drops hard after the first time he stopped trying to hide. You noticed a difference of course, he was much louder than before, much clingier too. He's just so expressive. Of course you praise him for it, telling him how pretty he looks and sounds like this.

But then the scene is over and you immediately get up to begin drawing a bath for him. When you return with the bucket he's curled up in bed, crying softly to himself.

Needless to say, a much more involved routine is created after that moment. But even with that, subdrop is something he never really grows out of? Doesn't matter how much he loves you and how perfect the aftercare routine is, the bottom line is that he's used to always being on high alert and sometimes he's going to drop when he has to come back from finally giving up that responsibility.

AEGON:

Aegon is another one that just lives to please. Before you he would try to please his mother and father and the whole bloody kingdom, but from the moment he feels the satisfaction of knowing you are pleased with him.... well none of the others matter anymore.

Of course you love that about him, and you always make sure to give him both enough commands and praise. But Aegon's problem is that he doesn't only want to please you, he also wants and arguably needs your attention and time? That's where his conflict comes from. He never ever wants to be a nuisance to you, but despite that desire he still needs to be kissed and held and comforted, and of course he also needs to be dommed.

He tries to balance those two needs but if one must be chosen over the other then he will always choose to serve and please before he chooses the attention. This is a recipe for disaster of course, especially because it forms a very vicious cycle where he needs you more because he's so unsettled because he hasn't pleased you but not having pleased you only makes him need the comfort worse and so it goes.

The solution to this isn't to try and strike a balance between domming him and commanding him, but rather to just stop the cycle completely? There's nothing that turns Aegon's mind off more than when you take over fully and he just does as you say.

Now when you start to see the signs, start to see him looking for things to do with you, hovering over thresholds of doors uncertain if he should come in and spend time with you, then you act. You actually have to be very firm with him, tell him that you're the one in charge so he doesn't get to decide what you do with him. That coupled with staying at his side for a few days sorts him out, at least for a while anyway.

JACAERYS:

His subdrops tend to have one of two main triggers. Firstly, and most obviously, is when he cums and can't do anything else. He gets better at lasting longer and feeling less sensitive afterwards, but there will always be times where his orgasm takes the wind right out of him and he's left unable to do more than just whine and grab your hand. He always feels so guilty, especially at the start when you're still getting used to being able to tell what stimulation will send him over the edge too quick. He feels like a complete failure and that tends to trigger a drop most times, which unfortunately you can't really mitigate the risk of because he's just wired like that.

The only way to comfort him is to promise him that you will let him please you once he's recovered? He won't allow himself to have your comfort until you've told him exactly what he can do to you once he's recovered.

The second trigger is actually something happening outside of your relationship? Jace can't separate those two parts of himself. When he feels he hasn't lived up to his responsibilities as prince then he carries that feeling into the bedroom, and no amount of love and praise can get him out of that headspace. You've tried simply telling him that you won't dom him that night and you can either have vanilla sex or do no more than cuddle but this backfires because he sees it as another rejection.

At first you had no idea how to lower the chances of that trigger for subdrop because you can't change his duties to his mother and the realm and you certainly can't talk him out of scening at all without making it much worse. The only thing that helps is when you give him very detailed instructions for very easy tasks. You watch him closely as he makes the bed or folds the clothes or takes out and repacks the bookshelves, etc. It's always tasks that are very easy but that's the point, the point of the command is so that Jace can do something 100% correctly and receive praise for it.

[dominiquelucalover]

Center of Danger | Dominique Luca x Pregnant!Reader

Summary: Your Tuesday plans are put on hold when you're caught in the middle of a bank robbery, but as if that didn't put a damper on your day, going into labor in the middle of it certainly did.

CW: fem!reader, pregnancy, labor, hostage situation, guns, death threats, death, blood, mild descriptions of violence, pre-established relationship. If any of these topics trigger you in any way, please do not read. Your wellbeing is so important.

A/N: I tried to make reader a behavioral analysis expert who works with S.W.A.T. but I don't know how well I incorporated that. ( not me trying to flex my Criminal Minds knowledge like a fucking nerd.) PS: I spent four straight hours writing this lol. and nother hour and a half proofreading and editing (and adding a whole 'nother fucking thing to the end of this jfc) (I'm having fun lol)

Your day had been going well. You went to one of your final doctors appointments before you were supposed to have the baby, you'd grabbed some of the last minute things on your baby list, and you were going over what you needed from the grocery store while you stood in line at the bank. It was one of those errands that you couldn't put off doing anymore, especially with the impending birth of your child, so it seemed easy enough to get out of the way today while you were already out and about. Unfortunately, a group of greedy, grubby-handed robbers decided to ruin those plans.

You couldn't lay on the ground like they wanted everyone to, which already irritated not only them but you too. The floor was uncomfortable as you sat against one of the desks while everyone else was forced to lay face down and not to move. It was a tense situation as the three robbers made the tellers fill their bags, one you wished would be over soon.

However, the robbers had already fucked up and got themselves stuck in the bank. A teller had sounded the silent alarm and in a fit of anger, one of the criminals shot the security officer dead. Another one freaked out because "no one was supposed to die" and seemed to be on the verge of tears, but it was hard to tell because they were all wearing plastic Halloween masks. This was turning out to be the worst bank robbery you had ever witnessed, not that you had ever actually witnessed a bank robbery but you had studied plenty.

"Shit, man! The cops are here!" one of the robbers all but growled. He turned his weapon on the tellers with a nasty glare from behind his ghoul mask. "Which one of you sounded the alarm, huh? Fucking idiots!"

He shot at the ceiling suddenly, causing people to scream. You jumped and held your belly protectively, taking a deep breath as you tried to stay calm. However, your blood pressure was already up and you could hear your heartbeat in your ears. The baby was kicking, sensing your distress, and you rubbed your bump in an attempt to soothe them.

"Cool it!" another of the robbers chastised his buddy, seething with anger behind his devil mask. "You're gonna need those bullets. So chill the fuck out."

"I'll do as I damn-well please," the first one said, then walked away, seeming to look for another way out.

The freaked-out robber stayed out of the conversation, seeming more subservient to the other two. He just stood the to side, watching over the hostages like he'd been told to, hiding behind his clown mask. You knew from that if any of them were going to break first, it was him.

As things around you began to calm down, you leaned your head back on the desk and took even, deep breaths. Of course, the quiet couldn't last long.

A couple were whispering to each other a few feet away and as soon as the robber with the devil mask, who seemed to be the leader, caught wind of it, he stomped over and pointed his gun at the woman's head. "I said to keep quiet! You want me to blow her head off?"

"No, please! We'll be quiet!" the man begged.

"I should make sure you stay quiet for good," the leader said, teasing the trigger of his gun. The grin of his devil mask made the scene more unsettling.

At that moment, you felt a sharp pain in your belly and let out a heavy groan. All eyes turned to you and watched as you withered in your spot. You were caught between pain and confusion, hoping that you weren't going into labor. You weren't due for another three and a half weeks. Your baby couldn't come now, this was the worst-case scenario. Anywhere else but in the middle of a robbery would have been ideal.

The devil walked over to see what you were doing, letting out a frustrated groan. "Oh, for fuck's sake! Give me a break!"

You looked up at him as the contraction passed, irritated and not ready to give birth. You spat, "Sorry to ruin your parade!"

He pointed his gun at you but the clown ran over and pushed it down. "Dude, you can't shoot a pregnant lady!"

The leader looked at him, then walked away muttering under his breath about how this was going terribly and how the last thing he needed was a baby to mess it up further.

It was about that time one of the phones rang and he walked over to answer it, knowing it was the police outside. It was about time, but you thought that perhaps they needed a negotiator to show up, which was unfortunate for you. A few minutes earlier and you might not be in the early stages of labor right now.

"What do you want?" Devil asked brashly.

You couldn't hear who was on the other side of the call, sitting too far away. You watched closely, hoping your boyfriend was outside with his team. It would be the perfect fantasy if he came to your rescue; besides, they were the best S.W.A.T. team in LA. What were the chances that they weren't here?

The phone call only lasted about two minutes before the leader hung up having made no demands. He laughed, shaking his head. "They think I'm an idiot."

The ghoul came back into the room and grunted. "They've got the whole place surrounded! They probably have snipers ready to kill us if we walk outta here. What do we do?"

Devil thought for a moment, then gestured with his gun at the people laying on the floor. "Put them in front of the doors and windows. Use them as a shield. They won't shoot in here with hostages in the way and it'll give us time to think."

His accomplices nodded and started getting people up, guiding them with their guns to form a line around the center of the bank. The patrons followed orders dutifully and linked their arms together, their lives put further in danger by their captors.

The leader came over to you and grabbed your arm, but the clown came over and asked him what he was doing. "What does it look like I'm doing? I'm getting her off her ass."

"She's pregnant, man," he said, his voice a little more confident than before. He didn't seem to like that you were there at all, but as soon as his bossy friend came near you, he jumped to your aid. "Just leave her alone."

"You questioning me?"

He seemed to think on his feet. "I'm just saying, if the cops know we got a pregnant lady in here, thye're gonna get more aggressive. They'll try harder to get in here. Think about it, man."

"Kid's got a point," Ghoul said, looking over. "She'll be our secret weapon."

Devil looked between them and shook his head, letting you go. "Fine, maybe you're right... this time. We'll see."

He walked away to make sure the wall of hostages was cooperating, looking out the glass doors and windows at the front of the bank to evaluate what his next move should be. He took slow, calculated steps, taunting the police and the hostages at the same time.

Another contraction hit you and you whimpered, holding your stomach and slightly curling up. The clown crouched down beside you, looking at you with wide eyes from behind his mask. He stuttered, "A-are you okay?"

"Do I look okay?" you asked through clenched teeth. He looked down, almost ashamed for asking the question. You would feel bad if he wasn't hiding his identity and holding a large automatic gun on his back. Once the pain passed, you breathed out. "How old are you?"

"Doesn't matter," he answered.

"Sure it does. They called you kid," you told him, making him look up at you. "Means they don't respect you."

"That's not true," he said, shaking his head. He stood up and walked away, but looked back at you as he did. That was how you knew you did it. You planted that seed of doubt in his mind.

The next call came in not that long after, but Devil made one of the hostages answer the phone, a terrified older man who had been there to help his son open a bank account. He instructed the man on what to say, telling the officer on the other end that they wanted an armored car and a one way trip out of the country for the three of them, all within the next hour. It wasn't possible, you thought, which you were sure was what they were told before the hostage was made to hangup the phone with the promise that if their demands weren't met by that time, someone else was going to die.

The time seemed to pass sluggishly. You wouldn't have known it was going by at all were it not for the contractions picking up speed. You had read all your books about pregnancy and birth, so you knew that wasn't a great sign in this particular situation. Your labor seemed to be fast approaching, but you didn't want it to be. Were this in line with your birth plan, that would be ideal. However, a speedy birth was not on your agenda for the day.

"Tick-tock, tick-tock," Devil taunted as he walked the line of hostages again. He'd been pacing behind them to needlessly remind them of his presence. It was cruel and having to watch him was intense. "Five more minutes."

"What if they get us what we want?" Clown asked, looking at his friend.

The leader shook his head. "They won't get us what we want. They'll try to bribe us with less than what we asked for just to get us outside."

"So you're just gonna kill one?"

"Yup."

A woman in line cried out at hearing this and she was snapped at to shut up by the ghoul. He held a gun to her back and laughed at her terror as she tried to muffle her cries.

Clown watched, clutching his gun to his chest, before looking at Devil. "Wasn't killing the guard enough?"

"Not until we get out of here with the money and our lives," the leader answered, then shoved him. "Now shut up and do your job."

You watched as the 'kid' shook his head and walked away, listening to the devil without another question. Paying attention to everything else around you was the only thing keeping you from going insane from the pain. It was more persistent now and you felt the baby had moved lower. It was getting harder to keep your cool as all you wanted to do was yell and kick your feet at these guys who had forced you into early labor.

You were trying not to think about the time passing, watching Devil pace back and forth behind the line. He was looking at them, gun pointed at their backs. Then, suddenly, another sharp contraction shot through you and all you could do was scream as he shot a woman in the back.

She would have dropped to the floor were it not for the two people on either side of her whose arms were linked with hers. They were told to drop her as she cried and writhed. Then Devil went to stand over her, watching her squirm on the ground and bleed, before lifting his gun and shooting her in the head. Everything stopped and grew quiet except for your cries. They echoed off the high walls of the bank, violently reminding everyone there that life came with pain.

Sweat and tears slipped down your face as people were forced to listen to you until you quieted down. The contraction passed and you were slumped against the desk once more.

The devil turned to Clown and motioned toward you. "Go make sure she's alive."

"Okay," he said and walked over to you. He put his gun on his back and crouched beside you, using the sleeve of his shirt to wipe the sweat from your forehead. "You're, uh, you're getting closer to, um, having the baby, aren't you?"

You nodded, keeping your eyes forward, watching the way Devil made two hostages move the woman's body closer to the door. They were going to use her as a block in front of the door incase S.W.A.T. came running in, which made you sick to your stomach. You'd seen a lot of malicious shit, but that was a new low.

The phone rang, but no one moved to answer it. Then the devil chuckled.

"Get her on her feet," he said, looking over at you and the 'kid.'

Clown puffed up his chest. "She can't possibly-"

Devil got angry. "Don't question me! Just do it!"

Clown looked at you apologetically and put an arm around your back and hoisted you up. You cried out as you felt the baby shift lower. It was hard to walk, awkward really. But he held you up and guided you to the phone as it rang. Just as you reached the desk, it stopped, and you wanted to scream but managed to hold it in. You knew they would call back. They had to.

The clown leant you against the desk and brought its accompanying chair over to you. He helped you sit in it as his buddies scolded him, but he didn't argue back or justify his actions then. Only when you were seated did he turn to them and bark back.

"You're making a pregnant lady do all this shit when she's about to have a goddamn baby! What the hell is wrong with you?" he yelled.

Devil got in his face. "I'm the one calling the shots around here! You do as I say, and if I want that fat bitch to answer the damn phone, she will, or she and that baby won't-"

"Oh, so you're gonna kill a lady and her baby?"

"Wait a minute!" Ghoul interrupted, looking at the devil, "Who died and put you in charge?"

"I've been in charge, numbnuts!"

The argument would have continued on from there, but the phone rang. They all looked at your tired face and waited for you to comply with what Devil wanted. So, you did.

"Hello," you said.

The voice on the other end of the phone made you feel some relief as he said your name. It was Hondo. "Is that you?"

You didn't answer immediately, not wanting to put the robbers on edge or clue them in to anything.

He seemed to understand. "If you are who I think you are, say 'where's the car?' if you're not, say 'please help us.' Okay?"

"Where's the car?" you asked, eyes trained on the robbers. Devil nodded at you, seeming to like that you were apparently smart enough to understand the situation at hand - you got right to the point of things and had been paying attention. Little did he know...

"We're gonna get you out of there, okay? We're working on it," Hondo told you.

"Well work on it faster," you told him, wincing in pain. You held your belly with your free hand. You kept your mouth shut about being in labor, knowing the robbers didn't want that detail known to anyone outside. "They've already killed someone else."

"We know, we saw," he said, letting out a regretful sigh. "But our eyes can only see in through the windows. The camera system is down. How many people are left inside with you?"

You looked around the room, trying to count the number of hostages, but it was harder to concentrate on something like that. "I don't know."

"What did he say?" Devil asked.

"They want to know how many people are alive."

Ghoul huffed. "Why does he want to know?"

"I don't know," you groaned, feeling another contraction rearing its ugly head. You did know, but there was no way you could strategize what the right thing to say to them was at that moment. "They-they probably- ahh!"

Hondo said your name several times, keeping his voice even. "Talk to me, mama. What's going on in there?"

Devil came over and seethed at you, "Tell him to get us what we want or we're gonna kill another person. Then hang up."

You spoke through the pain. "Get them what they want-"

"Are you in labor?" Hondo asked, hearing the strain in your voice.

"Or they're going to kill again," you said. "Please, please hurry."

Ghoul took the phone from your hand shook, slamming it into the holder. He watched you as you grabbed the arms of the chair, digging your nails into the hard wood. You scraped it and he shook his head. "Pregnant people are weird," he mumbled.

He and the devil moved on, talking to each other about what to do next. They began to argue about it but it was short lived as they parted ways. Ghoul slammed his fist on a desk and stomped away to try again at finding a plan-b escape. Devil leaned on a desk out of view of the windows, near you, and waited.

Clown stayed with you and talked you through the contraction. His voice wavered with fear and nervousness, seemingly never been in a situation like this before, as far as pregnancy went at the very least. Once it passed, he wiped your forehead again. "What-what's going to happen if you give birth in here?"

You looked at him, unsure yourself. "Well, there will be a baby in here and we'll both need immediate medical attention. If at that point they know about that, S.W.A.T. might just do anything to get in here."

Now that Hondo knew you were in here, there was more pressure on him to get inside and ensure your safety. You knew he wasn't going to tell Luca that you were one of the hostages because it would cloud his judgement, damned be the third generation S.W.A.T. officer that he was. His girlfriend and unborn child were in the center of danger and he'd do anything to get you out of there.

Clown got you water and helped you drink it as you continued to wallow in pain. As you sat there, you knew the situation was dire. You could see out some of the windows, seeing S.W.A.T. officers gearing up. You knew that sooner or later, they were going to come inside. You also saw an armored car pulling up, but it was a great distance away from the doors.

Ghoul came back, a little bit of a skip in his step. "They got our car! Let's go!"

"Wait!" Devil said, standing from his position and walking up behind the hostages. He took a man from them by putting his arm around his neck and pointing his gun into his side. They slowly made their way to the windows so he could peer out. He seethed. "They're trying to lure us out."

When he got back to the safe zone, the devil scratched his head, clearly deep in thought. He knew they were in deep, and with your timely reminders about the impending birth of your child, their odds of getting out of here was getting slimmer and slimmer.

"Wait for them to call," he said, turning to his friends. "We tell them we're going to take a hostage with us to ensure our escape."

"Dude, they got the fucking car, why do we gotta wait?" Ghoul asked.

"Because as soon as we step anywhere near those windows, they're gonna gun us down," Devil said, shoving him. "This is why I'm in charge, because you don't think!"

"I think better than you!" the ghoul yelled. "It was my idea to come here, remember?"

"And look at where that got us! You could of picked any other bank, but it had to be this big fancy one in the middle of town!"

"The cameras are out! They can't see in here, dimwit!"

You were about to yell at them to shut up when the phone rang. Devil looked at you and nodded. As you picked up the phone, Ghoul tried to continue the argument, but the devil shoved him away and told him to be quiet.

"Hello," you said.

Hondo sighed with relief at hearing your voice. "Say 'what do you want?' if you're okay. Say anything else if not."

"What do you want?" you asked.

"Tell the brothers we have their car ready for them," he said, which peaked your interest. You looked at the robbers in front of you and it clicked. Their arguing and dynamics made sense now.

They were brothers.

"Your car is ready," you told them.

Ghoul leaned against the desk in front of you. "Tell him we want it closer!"

Devil shoved him away again. "And that we're taking a hostage with us, so if they shoot at us, they'll be killing the next innocent person."

You took a deep breath and nodded. "They want the car closer so that they can get in with a hostage."

Hondo grunted. "Of course they'd try that trick. Listen to me, okay, we're not gonna let that happen. But tell them that we have to make room to move the car, so it'll be a minute."

"Okay," you said and sighed, rubbing your belly. You were in the last stretch of contraction. You could just feel it. "They have to make room for the car to get closer, so it'll be a few minutes before you can leave."

Devil didn't say anything, only took the phone from you and hung it up. "Get ready to get out of here, boys. Make the hostages take our bags to the door."

Then he walked away.

Ghoul took control of that mini mission, bossing two of the men in line to move and hustle to get their bags full of money to the door. They dropped them off and promptly got back in line, seeing the robber's finger ever-present on the trigger of his gun.

You were leaning forward on the desk, head laying on your arms as you whined and tried to breath deeply. You tried to hold your legs closed, preventing the progression of labor in anyway you could. You cursed having worn a dress today. You tried to think about anything else but where you where in that moment and what was happening. You tried to put yourself at home, in your baby's nursery that you and Luca had spent the last few weeks putting together and decorating. It helped distract you for a few minutes until more yelling broke the illusion.

Looking up, you saw Devil and Ghoul arguing about which hostage to take with them, which was the stupidest thing you had ever seen. It made you angry as you sat there, in labor, having to listen to this. Devil wanted to take you but Ghoul wanted to take anyone else. You were at your breaking point.

However, Clown snubbed out your lit fuse. He came with more water and helped you sit up so he could bring the cup to your lips. You sipped it, thankful that he was the kindest of the brothers. From what you had observed, he had to be the baby of the three and didn't want to hurt anyone there. He was there to rob a bank, not kill anyone, and each time you were in pain, he came to your side. He took care of you as much as he knew how. Something inside of him was redeemable, you thought so at least.

"They're both idiots," you whispered to him.

He hesitated, then nodded. "Yeah... I can't believe I agreed to do this. I should have never let them talk me into this."

You nodded. "Yeah, that's true."

He leaned against the desk, staying close to you as you both listened to the argument devolve, once more, into who is in charge. It was beginning to sound like they were a broken record, but as they continued the back and forth, you heard how similar their voices were, how similarly they spoke, and you could picture them as brothers more and more. It was in contrast to the 'kid', who seemed a little more mild mannered and quiet. He only spoke against the other two when he was passionate about whatever he was fighting them for, be it the lives of the people there or your wellbeing. It made you wonder how he was a part of this family.

Suddenly, everything came to a head.

"I told you to stop questioning me!" someone yelled, followed by a round of rapid pops from a gun.

You couldn't process anything for a moment, stomach tightening and making double over, leaning onto the desk again. You held your belly, screaming with the other scared people trapped with you. The moment passed quickly, but you couldn't look up.

"Bobby, what did you do?" Clown yelled.

The devil, Bobby, turned and criticized his kid brother. "Shut up! Don't say my name, you idiot!"

"But-"

"I said shut up!" he yelled and pointed the gun at him. "Now stop asking stupid questions or you're next."

You peeked up from your arm, seeing how far Devil had devolved. In the beginning, he was semi-organized (given how shittily the robbery was planned, there was at least some effort on his behalf), but the stress of the situation and his brother's mouth had finally snapped his last nerve.

Clown backed down and slowly sank to the ground beside your chair. Bobby began pacing again.

The phone range and you answered it.

"What's happening in there?" Hondo asked.

You could feel the devil's eyes on you. "You need to hurry."

"What happened?" he said again, fearing the worst.

You let out a breath. "Someone else is dead."

"Tell them we're going as fast as we can," he said.

You looked over at Bobby. "They're going as fast as they can. Please don't shoot anyone else."

"I'll shoot whoever I damn-well please," he said and took the phone from you, putting it to his ear. "You listen here, buddy. You don't tell me what to do, got it? Now, if that car isn't at the front door in five minutes, I'm killing everyone in here."

He slammed the phone into the holder before ripping it off of the desk and throwing it across the room. He stomped off, going back to his look out position from behind the line of people. He watched the doors impatiently, seemingly unbothered by the crying people before him. Their anguish brought him no joy, unlike his now-dead brother, as it was obvious that the people were merely pawns in his game. He didn't care about them whatsoever.

You laid your head down and whispered, "He's gonna kill you."

Clown made a worried noise in the back of his throat. "No-no he won't. He-he's my brother..."

"You blew his cover. Everyone here knows his name and it won't be hard to track down a Bobby in an armored car," you said, pausing to moan and shift your seated position. You couldn't hold your legs together anymore, knowing it was dangerous. It was a feeble attempt anyway. "He's already angry and you're the only one left brave enough to stand up to him."

He whined. "I-I'm really not."

"Yeah, you are," you told him, hoping to break through to him. "You've protected me from him this whole time. That took a lot of courage, I know it did."

"But... he's my brother... The only family I have left now," he said.

You looked at him, meeting his sad eyes past the mask. "Family wouldn't put you in this position."

He stared into your eyes for a moment, then looked away in contemplation. He didn't say anything for a moment, which felt like an eternity, and then he looked at you again. "What's your name?"

"Why does it matter now?" you asked.

"Because if I'm gonna die, I'd like to know the name of the lady I protected," he said.

You didn't understand what that meant, it could mean many things, and as you felt the pain getting worse, you couldn't think very well anyway. You told him your name between heavy breathes.

He gently wiped your forehead again, talking you through the pain. Then he took off his mask, revealing his face to you, and you were saddened to see how young he was. There was no doubt he was in his early twenties but he still had a baby face and the biggest eyes you'd ever seen a man have, giving him a deer in the headlights look.

"I'm Eric."

Then he stood up and moved away from you, walking over to another desk quietly. He moved out of your sight and you couldn't move much anymore, too tired to do much of anything as it were. Despite the situation, all you wanted to do was get this over with.

Then, there was a loud thud from where Eric had disappeared to.

Bobby turned around and marched over to you. "What the hell are you doing?"

You groaned, looking up at him. "Nothing."

He seethed again, "I've about had enough of you and you're whining."

"I'm about to push a watermelon out of me, what do you want from me?"

"I want you to shut u-" BANG!

He fell to the ground in front of you, his blood splattering on the desk. Looking over, Eric had his gun trained on his brother from behind the desk a few feet away, eerily still, like he was trained for this. It made your heart ache because your stomach was already twisted. What kind of life had this kid had that led him and his brothers to this?

As he walked over to you, he yelled at the other hostages, "Go! Get out of here! Go! Get out!" They listened without hesitance and ran screaming and crying for the door.

He crouched down beside his brother's body and took the gun off of him, sliding it across the floor. He then took his own gun and push it to follow. Then he turned to you, "Are you okay?"

You nodded. "More or less."

Eric couldn't say another word before S.W.A.T. came into the bank with guns at the ready. They aimed at him and he put his arms up, already on his knees. You screamed in pain and he turned to look at you, making Hondo yell at him to stay still, but he didn't seem to hear him. If he did, he didn't listen and reached out to you.

He took your hand and let you squeeze it as the pain made you sob.

You managed to cry out, "He's unarmed!"

The team got closer and saw the truth in your words. They pulled his hand from yours despite your tight grip and handcuffed him, getting him onto his feet. While Chris and Street patted him down, Luca and Hondo came to your side.

"Fucking hell, I could kill this guy for all this," Luca grunted, clearly angry. He took your hand into his.

You shook your head. "He's a hero, believe me."

"How is he-?" Hondo asked, but was cut off by your guttural scream.

Deacon shook his head as he watched. "We need to get her out of here. Now."

The paramedics came in with their gurneys and attended to the bodies on the floor, but by the time it was decerned that they were beyond saving, everyone was busy and there was no room for you anywhere. Luca picked you up and carried you outside in hopes of finding an ambulance to take you to the nearest hospital, but they were all tending to the injured who had run outside earlier.

Tan opened up the back doors of Black Betty and called out to Luca, ushering the team over. Street helped get you inside while Tan and Chris ran to the side doors to get in. Once you were laying on the floor, Luca behind you and holding you close, everyone else piled in and closed everything up, turning on the lights and sirens.

You were screaming the whole time, crying as it became too much. Your body was telling you to push and that was all you could think about doing. Luca was trying to soothe you, telling you that you would be at the hospital soon and that it would be okay. But your baby had other ideas, they had waited long enough.

"The baby's coming!" you cried out.

"We know, we're gonna-"

"No! Now! The baby's coming right now!"

You let out another scream as you pushed. Deacon slide onto the floor and pulled your legs up onto the seats on either side of you, pushing your dress away. He ripped your underwear to get a look at how things were progressing and then looked up at Luca, Street, and Hondo, "She's right. She's crowning."

Hondo called out to the front, "Tan, pull over!"

Luca held your hands as you rested you head back against his abdomen, crying as your body guided you. Everything you'd read and come to understand was nothing compared to the way your body told you what to do.

Black Betty came to a stop on the side of the road, but it only took three more powerful pushes that the ended the pressure. You ached, but the pain was lessened dramatically. You opened your eyes to see Deacon picking up your baby, who was a little chubby for a newborn and rather long, aka big like their daddy.

Deacon gently held them and patted their back, getting them to cry and clear their airways. He smiled at them and happily said, "Welcome to the world, Baby Luca."

Street rummaged around for anything to wrap the baby in, only for Chris to pass a fresh shirt to him from the front. He thanked her and helped Deacon wrap your little angel up to keep warm before they were laid on your chest. You took her, Luca's arm coming under yours to support you both.

"It's a girl," Deacon told you and you smiled. He smiled too, knowing that joy and pride well. "Congratulations."

Tan put Black Betty in gear and let everyone know he was going to start driving again, as you and your daughter needed to be taken to the hospital. After that, no one said anything. They just let you and Luca have your moment with your daughter.

Luca couldn't even speak. He had spent the day tirelessly trying to save hostages from a bad situation that only got worse as the minutes passed by, only to learn from Hondo that you were one of them minutes before they stormed in there. He ran to you as soon as he could and wanted to burn the robbers to the ground with how angry he was because you were caught in the middle of their idiocy. Then, as soon as he saw you were in labor, he was scared, too. However, now, all that stress and anger and fear was erased. You were safe in his arms with your daughter. He had a daughter! He was nothing my happy.

Street inevitably ruined the precious moment, but lightened it at the same time as he broke the silence. "I can't believe you gave birth in Black Betty."

The team didn't react until you laughed, which let them know they could laugh too.

"I'm just glad it wasn't in the bank," you said, the ache still in your heart for the people who were lost and the kid brother who had saved you. You looked at Hondo as you remembered him. "I wanna be there for Eric. He really did save those of us that he could."

Hondo didn't question you, because you were tired and hormonal and he knew you knew what you were talking about. He just nodded and said, "I'll talk to the DA, but for now, you just worry about that cutiepie you got, okay?"

"Okay," you said.

When you got to the hospital, you were taken to a room immediately. Not only because you were wheeled in with a baby in your arms, but because you had a team of S.W.A.T. officers escorting you. Luca went back with you and ensured you and your baby daughter were okay.

Despite being three and a half weeks early, she was healthy. She would need to stay a few extra days for observation, but that was okay with you. Both you and Luca wanted the best for her, so you knew she might need a little extra watching over because of her early arrival and the stress you were under, and you needed to recover as well. It would work out, you were sure.

Once that was cleared up, Luca sat beside you with your daughter asleep in her basinet at your bedside. He watched her with nothing but love in his eyes. He'd only been talking about how excited he was for her to 'hurry up and get here' in the months leading up to this moment. He hadn't cared if she were a boy or a girl, as you'd left finding out to be a surprise at the birth, because he was going to love his kid no matter what. You knew he was going to be an amazing father.

You watched him, tired as all hell, but couldn't fall asleep. Even after the day you'd had, you laid awake on some pain killers with a soft smile on your lips. "I love you."

Luca turned to you and chuckled. "I love you, too." He reached out for your hand and squeezed it gently. "You are the most amazing woman I've ever met, you know that?"

"You only tell me that at least once a day," you laughed softly, careful not to wake your sleeping angel.

"Well, I mean it so much this time," he told you, bringing your hand up to kiss your knuckles. "You're so strong and smart and brave. What you went through today was a lot and you powered through it like a champ. And you see the good in people even in situations when it's hard to see anything but bad."

"What can I say?" you asked, not really sure what there was to say. You just read the situation like it was. And it helped you and several other people get through it. "I'm just a woman."

"Nah, you're more than that," he said and leaned in closer, kissing your head. Your eyes closed and this time they were too heavy to lift back open. "You're Superwoman."

"If you say so," you mumbled. You then fell into a dreamless sleep, getting the much needed rest your deserved.

Lowkey, I'm now attached to the backstory I accidentally gave Bobby, Ghoul, and Eric, so here it is if anyone cares. Bobby, Ghoul - who's real name is Terry, and Eric were born in a less than ideal home. Raised by a worked to the bone mother and a father who had lengthy arrest record, they were doomed from the start. Bobby and Terry were closer in age to each other than either of them were to Eric, often getting into trouble and leaving him out. When they weren't getting suspended from school, they were pushing Eric around metaphorically and literally. They would often use Eric as a punching bag when they weren't getting into fights with each other. They mother wasn't around a lot as she worked multiple jobs to keep a roof over their heads. When she was around, she was frustrated and tired, often getting angry at them for little problems like leaving their shoes out for her to trip over and bigger issues like getting kicked out of school. Their father was in and out of jail for most of their lives, but when he was around, he taught them how to shoot, steal, and hot wire cars. Averse to these activities, Eric was once again the odd one out and often the target of his brothers' criticism. Their father often got drunk and ranted to his sons about his drawbacks in life, often blaming others. Due to this unstable environment, it was no wonder the brothers turned out the way they did. Bobby followed in their father's footsteps, often helping their old man with his criminal endeavors when he could. After their father's untimely death at the hands of a homeowner protecting himself after he broke into the house, Bobby was angry. He went on a bend of drinking and crime, ending him up in jail where he made friends. Once he was out, he started robbing houses and small business. Terry at least finished high school and got a job as a mechanic, which was stable enough for a while. He started to doing shotty work for cheap and got fired once his boss found out. He did a number of odd jobs after that. Eric was on the right track but couldn't catch a break. With a grant, he was able to start college but had to leave after his mother became ill. He was almost done with college when he dropped out to take care of her, but it was fruitless. He didn't blame his mom but rather the bad hand life had dealt him, but didn't grow very bitter. He got a shitty job and went about his life. However, their mother's death is what brought the brothers back together. It was several months after the funeral that Bobby came around with the idea to rob a bank. Terry was crashing on Eric's couch at the time and liked the idea, immediately liking the idea of free money and getting to go anywhere they wanted. The two oldest brothers talked Eric into it, telling him they could go live their dream lives and get out of the shambles they called a life. Plus, they were brothers, the only family he had left, was he really gonna left them do it alone?

And yeah, that's what I got for the bank robbing brothers. If it doesn't make any sense, I came up with all of this over the span of 8 hours and little to no sleep.

[thewitchblue]

"Oh, lovely to see you Tim, here's a gift."

You smiled as you placed a small giftbox in his hand. You've been giving the Batfamily small gifts here and there every time you get a vision of their nightlife. It's always a gift of exactly what they need, and you always make sure to put it in their packs before they leave.

You never tell them why you give them gifts, and they've never noticed the pattern because they always open their gifts just before they leave.

You simply smile and give them a pat on the back before moving on to help the others with the usual outside perspective the family desperately needs.

Tim opened the gift with raised eyebrows to reveal a nail file with a hidden trigger that, when pressed, produces a serrated knife. You always were good at making gadgets with double meanings. An unassuming nail file would never be taken away from Tim on patrol, so he slipped it into his pouch without much thought.

Until he needed the nail file (which had a motorised sandpaper) specifically to saw through chains and then cut through the ropes wrapped around his wrists and ankles. That got him thinking.

You always knew exactly what he needed and exactly how to make the gadget within 24 hours. You could probably finish most of your projects within 6 hours.

You were a genius inventor and actually made a lot of the gear they use every night. Tim began to question how you knew what he needed. He's never needed this nail file before, and why did you only give it to him? He wanted answers, and he was going to get it out of you one way or another.

You were sprawled on a couch, tinkering away with a table full of nuts, screws, and, interestingly, a bandaid. What could you possibly be doing to a bandaid? He has no idea, but he knows when you get engrossed that gaining your attention would be impossible.

He approached you with a frown. The things you make seem almost magical, but you will babble on and on if they ever ask you questions about engineering and how you made your project. You always had a mischievous gleam in your eyes as you explained the newest invention.

More recently, they have been mostly traps to bamboozle crooks and for very niche and incredibly specific situations, much to his delight. The most recent was an exploding toothpick to put inside locks and break them from the inside out.

"I have a question."

Tim cut right to the point. You looked up from your torn apart bandaid and gestured for him to continue before going back to your project. He shifted in place, uncertain of how to question you now that he's in front of you. How does he phrase his question?

"How do you... know when I need something? The nail file was extremely specific for the situation I was in."

You looked up once and took note of his determined expression. He really wanted to know, and you doubt you can shake the Bat-to-be. You shrugged non-committally as your gaze returns to your bandaid dissection.

"The idea came to mind."

Not a lie. You simply reverse-engineered the situation your vision told you would happen. However, Tim needed more answers. He asked,

"Why did you only give the file to me?"

You raised your eyebrows at him. He knows something. What he knows is unclear to you. Your visions couldn't have prepared you for this awkward conversation. You explained patiently,

"I only had time for one prototype. Why do you ask?"

Tim frowned at you. You looked so relaxed when you were focused on a project. He can't tell if you are lying when you work. What doesn't he know?

You are so specific in your inventions at times. It was as if you knew he could have died if he didn't have that nail file.

You reached for something on the table. Are you putting in a needle? Who would ever need a needle in a bandaid?

Well, the small needle had anti-venom in a tiny compartment you made that he will need when he accidentally steps on a snake tomorrow night. It's a baby snake, but he'd need the anti-venom fast. Someone was breeding super venomous snakes for Joker. It's unclear why, but he'll need the anti-venom faster than the others could appear.

Tim decided to try a different approach. He said,

"You seem to always know what we need when on patrol, and I want to know how."

You tried to appear casual. You've been doing this for years. You flew under the radar for too long to let him ruin it. Bruce pays you a lot for your inventions, but he hates metas in his city.

"I always think of a new problem. What if Jason trips into a vat of acid Joker-style? Well, I can make his patrol outfit acid-proof. What if Bruce needs fast-acting waterproof glue? I can make that easily. You, evidently, needed that nail file."

You cursed as the needle fell. You cleaned it while saying slyly,

"You're welcome, by the way."

You quirked your lips into a small smile while turning your gaze to Tim with amusement dancing in your eyes. He murmurs an embarrassed "thank you."

He moved to sit next to you on the couch you were sat on, so you make room and move all your supplies. He borderline whines,

"Who would think of waterproof glue for vigilante activities?"

You raised your hands smugly but lowered it when he lightly hit your arm with a smile on his face. You loved riling him up. He was often in the cave and became your companion in the quiet darkness. He said quietly,

"Whatever you are hiding, I won't tell the others."

You sighed. You loved Tim; you don't think your heart could handle being pushed away from him and out of the city. You told him quietly,

"There's nothing to admit."

He gently took your hand in his with a softened look. He loved you, too. You frowned and lightly squeezed his callused hand. It hurts to hide from him, but you can't tell him. He might even push you away if he found out you were a meta.

"You can tell me."

He told you softly. He wanted to know you better. You were always the kooky engineer to the family — someone in the background, but Tim saw you as you. Strong, kind, intelligent you. Someone who borderline lives in the Batcave at a table near the Batcomputer and spends all night and most of the day tinkering away and muttering questions too quiet for them to make out.

You wanted to tell him, but the fear kept your mouth glued shut. The words got clogged in your throat. You sighed and looked at your conjoined hands.

"I... It's not safe, for me here."

You said cryptically. Tim is smart. He can figure out what you mean if he is so inclined to know.

Those words, however, only set off alarm bells. Did someone threaten you? Who could sneak into the Batcave? Where was Alfred at the time? You rarely leave the cave, like some trapped oracle.

You looked at him like he should know what you mean, but his alarm wasn't allowing him to think. Did the League of Assassins come by? No, they would have kidnapped you or killed you before you even noticed. You barely noticed him until he said something, and even then, you went right back to your bandaid.

"Baby, talk to me. Tell me what's wrong and I can fix it."

Tim didn't even notice the term of endearment slipped out, but you did. Your head snapped in his direction.

You set the bandaid down in disbelief. Did he call you baby? What does that mean for your relationship going forward? You questioned,

"Baby?"

Tim responded like it was normal for you to call him that in return,

"Yes? Tell me what is wrong."

You blinked at him and waited for his words to sink in. When they refused to sink in, you sighed.

"Look, sweetheart, I'm trying to do my job. You will know what I mean when you start thinking with that BatBrain of yours."

You lightly tap his head with a wrench to signify for him to think before finishing your project and starting to wrap up your little gift.

Tim will think it's a joke, but he'll humour you. He'll put the bandage on as a last laugh and then be shocked when the anti-venom enters him. He'll give a disbelieving laugh, thank you millions of times, and hobble home when Jason showed up to handle things.

The thought struck Tim just before he went to sleep. You... you're a meta. A psychic meta. Oh, he's so screwed. If Bruce ever finds out... well, he'll just have to make sure nobody finds out. You were smart enough to know not to say it directly, which he was grateful for. If he can hide your powers nearly as well as you can, he can do this. He has to have faith in your ability to hide.

He also blushed as he remembered he called you baby. That is a can of worms he will have to deal with another time.

You handed Jason a rose with a mischievous smile while rolling a wrench between your fingers like a pencil in your opposite hand. You had turned it into a fidget toy, flicking and rolling the tool with familiarity.

The rose looked normal and unassuming. It looked so real that it would likely appear as if Red Hood was going on a date, and he's running late. You could imagine all the confused goons he beat up when they got a peak at the rose safely tucked away. The thought made you smile.

"What? Does it squirt water?"

He asked flatly. What's so special about it? He knows for a fact you aren't giving him a normal rose. You muttered,

"Tough crowd. What if I wanted to ask you on a date?"

When Jason continued to simply look at you instead of figuring it out for himself, you sighed and double tapped the centre of the rose.

A vast amount of cures for various poisons were displayed before him. He read each label carefully, then organised it how he liked it, and shut the compartment. He reluctantly tucked the rose in the pocket of his leather jacket. He simply said,

"Thanks, pipsqueak."

You only nodded in response as he walked away. Cluemaster was planning a "gameshow" type of trap tonight, but rigged the game. He will "forget" one of the cures Jason needs to complete the trial. You couldn't tell what cure was missing, so you crafted a bunch of them. You frowned in thought as you saw Tim out of the corner of your eye.

You were still a bit dazed about your recent development with Tim. You know for a fact he knows now, as he's been finding more and more excuses to hang out with you. The others assume it's because Tim is going to finally make a move on you, but he just... hovered. He looked awkward. He felt awkward. He wanted to tell you his feelings and get the rejection over with, but he's scared. He's never dated someone like you before and he had no idea how to ask you or even tell you how he feels. You're in every corner of his life. You are the one constant in his life. Your quiet companionship means the world to him. What if he ruins everything?

Dick gave him a brotherly thumbs up and walked away when he tried to ask for advice. Dick knew next to nothing about you, so he had no advice to give. Tim spends basically every day with you. He should know you best. He spends all day with you in the cave, and he asks for any input when he knows he's overlooking something.

In fact, the family was surprised it took Tim this long to notice his obvious fondness for you. It makes sense. The two introverts who can sit in silence with only the sound of typing and gears turning hanging in the air. He could smile as you murmured questions to yourself. You know Tim would be useless with any gadget, so the questions remain rhetorical. He finds it cute that you prefer to vocalise your thoughts instead of keeping it all locked in. It doesn't bother him one bit.

Nobody appreciated you like Tim did, so they didn't give you a second thought. Maybe that is part of your psychic abilities as well, he wasn't sure. He wished he could ask safely. He wanted to yell at Bruce for the paranoia, but it would reveal your ability if he did so. Instead, he settled for internally screaming at him.

You leaned down to grab a gear you had dropped the other day. When you stood up again, you said,

"Okay, I'll bite first then, why are you following me?"

Tim rubbed the back of his neck nervously. Well, now is as good a time as any to admit months' worth of feelings that morphed into something far more than a companionship in the darkness of the cave, no pressure.

"I..."

You tilted your head and gave him a knowing smile. You knew. You looked into the future of Tim out of curiosity and found his confession, but you needed him to play the part. He sighed in relief. All the pressure popped like a bubble.

"I love you."

He said it so fast that you would have missed it if you hadn't slowed it down. Your powers work kind of like a youtube video: you can pause it, slow it down, fast forward, reverse it, etc.

Now you felt a bit awkward. You had no idea what to say. You had been so shocked at night that you didn't think about what to actually say in response. You smiled nervously and awkwardly said,

"I, uh, I love you too. Thanks, by the way."

You gave him a kiss before shuffling back to work. You needed to do something with your hands. It's a form of stress relief, a small comfort to ease your nerves. Some turn to cigarettes, you turn to nuts and bolts.

Tim trailed you in a bit of a daze. He sat on a nearby chair and watched your hands fly through a project you had in your subconscious mind. It's more of a fidget project with no real purpose behind it yet.

You picked up a screw and screwed it as much as your fingers allowed. You clicked your tongue in irritation when you noticed none of your nearby screwdrivers would fit the small screw.

"Babe, can you hand me that screwdriver?"

You asked him. The small screwdriver had rolled right in front of him. Your gaze landed on him when he said and did nothing. He looked stunned.

He didn't hear a word past babe. He could only stare at you in shock. You called him babe like you've done it thousands of times. The casualness felt like you just slid right into the role of his life partner as easy as sliding your hand into his own. He didn't have to ask you to be his lover or ask you on a date. You did all that for him with one word.

You noticed his checked-out gaze and grabbed the screwdriver yourself with a quick cheek kiss which he leaned into happily.

You may be the meta, but he could have sworn he saw his future with you.

A/N I wanted to make this into a 2 part story, but decided against it and smooshed them together.

[rafedaddy01]

i LOVE your work!! idc what anyone says, you are so real and write what others are to afraid too (me lol).

i was wondering if you could write like perv best friends dad!rafe who is obsessed with young hot daughters best friend, and like him taking complete advantage of her while his daughter is in the shower or somethinggg along those lines! however you’d like to interpret that :D

Unspoken Boundaries

“Please, please, please”

You weren’t entirely sure what you were begging for, or how you got in this position in the first place. Rafe Cameron’s fingers pumping inside you as his daughter, your best friend, showered in the next room. His eyes were dark and full of lust as he held you down by your throat with one hand while the other pumped two thick digits in and out of you. He watched closely as your back arched and your head dipped. Loving the way you gave yourself over to him. He knew this was wrong. Oh but how it felt so damn good, and he hasn’t even stuffed you full of his cock yet. He curled his fingers and smirked when you squealed as he pressed against that spongy part inside you, earning a moan from you as your eyes shut and your walls clenched around him.

He pulled his fingers from you, leaving you trembling as your breathing slowed, still reeling from the high he'd just dragged you to. There was no hesitation in his movements - one hand unbuckling his belt, the other ripping your panties away like they were nothing more than an obstacle. His cock, thick and hard, was already in his hand as his darkened gaze raked over your body. He hesitated for a moment, waiting for you to push him away, to tell him to leave, to call this exactly what it was— wrong, sick, and unforgivable. But those words never came. Instead, you grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, yanking him down into a desperate, messy kiss that left no room for doubt about what you wanted.

"Rafe," you moaned against his lips, your voice trembling with need. "Please... I need you to fuck me."

"What you need is to be fucking grateful," he growled, grabbing a fistful of your hair and yanking your head back. In the same moment, he slammed his entire length inside you, forcing a cry from your lips as pain and pleasure collided in perfect chaos on your face. "Look at that," he rasped, his voice thick with satisfaction. "Such a good girl, taking all of me at once." His hips stilled for just a moment, savoring the way your walls clenched around him like a vice. "If only you knew," he groaned, his breath hitching as your body fluttered around him, instinctively pulling him deeper. "How many times l've thought about this... dreamed of ruining you like this."

His fingers trailed down your chest, pausing to tease your hardened nipples with a quick flick before continuing their descent to your swollen, sensitive clit. He began rubbing it in firm, relentless circles, pulling a strangled moan from your lips. Your energy was draining fast, your body overwhelmed by the intensity of his touch. Your head fell forward, forehead coming to rest on Rafe's shoulder as incoherent moans and babbled pleas spilled from your mouth, completely at his mercy.

His cock throbbed painfully inside you as your walls clenched around him, your release building faster than you could control. His groans turned guttural, raw, as his own climax loomed, the need to bury himself deep overwhelming him. One thrust. Then another. On the third, he slammed into you and stilled, a deep, primal growl ripping from his chest as he spilled inside you. The warmth of his release sent you over the edge, triggering your orgasm with a force that left you trembling. Your nails dug into his biceps as your scream tore through the air, your vision threatening to go black from the intensity. All you could do was cling to him, body quivering, as the heat of his release filled you completely.

“Who owns this pussy?” he demanded, his voice rough and breathless as he fought to catch his breath.

“You,” you whispered, your voice trembling as you tried to steady yourself, still coming down from the intensity of your high.

“Who?” he growled, his voice louder, more commanding as his grip tightened, demanding your full attention.

“You,” you replied, your voice stronger now, filled with undeniable certainty.

“Now turn around and spread, I wanna watch my cum drip out of my pussy” he tapped your butt as he instructed you. Watching as you turned on shakey legs and did exactly what he asked of you.

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[lostdrarryfics]

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Our inbox is back open and we are accepting new requests! Thank you so much for your patience.

We have also compiled the last handful of lost fic requests from 2024 that we could not locate. You can browse those below if you don't mind taking a look. Please let us know if you recognize any of these fics!

1. looking for a fic where after the war hermione and harry also receive punishment for the crimes they committed over the course of DH (unforgivables/gringotts) I don’t remember it being framed as unfair or anything and the punishment iirc wasn’t draconian or anything, to my recollection, something like probation or community service. I believe in this universe it was just the case that people on all sides were tried, not just death eaters and their ilk. I honestly can’t remember how central to the fic this detail is, it might not be super prominent/plot pertinent, just a detail that stuck out to me, but since it’s not exactly typical for how people imagine the immediate aftermath would go, I’m hoping it’s findable. It was definitely drarry, definitely on ao3, and may have been multi chapter. fic is not Make Yourself by AnyaElizabeth

2. I've got a scene stuck in my head, but I'm struggling to remember which fic it's from. Harry and Draco are having supper, and Harry is eating a lot/very quickly, I think. Draco then (very bluntly/abrubtly) tells him that he had an eating disorder in 6th year, and asks whether Harry has food issues bc of the way he's eating? From what I remember, Harry is quite taken aback and denies, says he's just not great at cooking, or something along those lines. I'm pretty sure it's just a small scene in a longer fic, so I hope that it won't be too difficult to find! I almost definitely read it on ao3.

3. It is a little fuzzy in my memory now, but I remember it was set after the war. Harry and Draco enter a maze or forest by going through a tree gateway, I think the two trees that made the gateway were the trees that their wands were made of. In the place through the gateway(i dont remember what was beyond gateway) they face hardship, get together, and their souls get bonded. At the end they escape back and a deity/goddess tells them she made them face this trial to push them together and that drarry would always be together in the end, but she wanted them together quicker because if Ginny and Harry get together first, their child becomes a dark lord. The goddess/deity wanted to prevent this from happening and now that Drarry got together and are soul bonded, Harry will not be able to have kids with someone else.

4. something happened to Bellatrix (in the DOM, I think) and she was either killed or imprisoned. As a punishment, Voldemort took Narcissa as his lover in order to humiliate Lucius. I remember a scene where Harry and Draco sneak into a Death Eater gathering and Voldemort is sitting on a throne with Narcissa in his lap, wearing a Death Eater mask.

5. Post-war drarry, definitely dark with sexual assault triggers. Harry is struggling and ends up sleeping with Draco. When Draco doesn’t follow up, it triggers some lingering trauma from Harry’s childhood (he was assaulted by the husband of one of his uncle’s friends/coworkers/cousins as a kid). I remember at one point Harry having a breakdown in his bathroom and maybe being sent to St. Mungo’s? Either Hermione or Ginny feature as well (there was a line about one of them seeing him & instantly knowing he had gotten himself into trouble). Eventually Draco finds out, but I don’t remember the ending.

6. I read this probably 10+ years ago, I believe on ff.net. Pretty sure it’s set at Hogwarts during school years, multi-chapter, and Draco is either a spy or a reluctant ally to the Order/Golden Trio. The only detail I remember clearly is that Draco has an owl (or possibly a raven or another kind of bird) named Mordred. Ron tries to argue that only an evil git would name their pet Mordred. Draco explains that he named him Mordred because Mordred also killed his father, which reveals/confirms that Draco killed Lucius, and that helps convince Harry, Ron and Hermione that Draco is on their side.

7. looking for a fic where Harry has to attend an event (I think it's an opera?? or something classy) because Hermione had already bought the ticket and she didn't want it to be wasted. So, reluctantly, Harry attended the event and accidentally met Draco there. One thing I remember, when Harry arrived at the location, he was hungry, but as far as I remember, he didn't know where to buy food (or the ticket that Hermione bought didn't give him special access to buy food). After that, Draco came and invited him to eat together at the table he had reserved?? And then, they watch the show together and then, of course, they sleep together. Another thing that I remember is that Harry was in a relationship with Ron's brother, I think Charlie?? However, at that time, during their relationship, Charlie never revealed it to the public, even to his own family. It was as if Charlie was hiding the fact that he knew Harry was alive. Then, for a while the relationship continued, Charlie suddenly had to return to Romania and from there he cut off contact with Harry. Ron didn't know anything about this, and he often teased Harry by calling him bad names (without realizing that Harry was really hurt when Ron called him that). After hearing Harry's story, Ron was furious with his brother and threatened to tell his mother the same thing.

8. I read this fic on ao3 it was a ministry set one with established!drarry . Harry was an auror (possibly head auror) and Draco worked in the ministry too and Draco always matched his tie to the minister of magic

9. I just remember Draco is released from Azkaban and rowed over a body of water back to the real world for his release. His time is Azkaban took its toll on him and later he talks about it and what he did mentally to try and keep his happy memories in tact (at least the ones he could, others he lost to the dementors) the fic was most probably a long fic on ao3!

10. fic on AO3 that I read like 1-3 years ago! Pretty sure it’s longer/possibly chaptered, and most likely rated explicit/mature/not rated. Either one or both Harry and Draco are Veela (pretty sure? Might be some other magical creature). Takes place mostly in France at some sort of opulent Malfoy chateau/manor. There are some d/s dynamics but I can’t remember if it was actually tagged. They end up going at it in the bathtub and Harry gets pushed underwater for a bit during it. Other than that I remember Narcissa was good and a pretty major character, and there may have been a scene/chapter where they celebrated Christmas together and Harry got emotional because like found family, but I may be confusing this scene with another work.

11. fic where veela draco chooses harry as a mate, but harry refuses and insists he will never be his mate. however, they stick/live together, and sometimes harry "uses" draco for protection. i think harry was fighting for a political campaign? there was a scene where harry gets attacked and draco comes swooping in since he could sense the danger

12. Tsundere(?) Draco incomplete fanfic So read this fanfic years ago and im hopeful I can find it at AO3 if only I can remember the name. Here's what I remember: *Harry and Draco have a established relationship at Hogwarts. I don't think they were students, they were living there and training. Draco is kind of a tsundere in this one. *The first chapter was Harry and Draco coming back to their rooms from a wedding. Harry asked if they would ever get married to which Draco replies that he would give Harry the ring he gave Pansy. Harry says he doesn't want anything that belonged to Pansy to which Draco replies that he was just kidding, he would get Harry a new ring. Harry says it was still not what he meant and Draco says something romantic and says the only one I want to break my heart is you so don't break my heart, I can be a vicious bastard when i am wounded. To this harry replies, you must remain wounded something chronic *There's a female teacher who's teaching them combat i think with a staff and she hurts harry and Draco goes nuts and attacks her. I think the boys end up in the hospital wing and the teacher tells Dumbledore or someone how protective Draco is of Harry, she's never seen anything like it or something. *Then there's also a part where Draco goes out into the Hogwarts ground and summon a fairy like creature asking them to destroy voldemort so that he can be with harry at peace. And the fairy tells him that making rhe wish means he won't be able to have any children. She then informs him that Harry's awake, Draco's troubles have awakened him. He goes inside the castle and Harry confronts him asking what was happening. Draco refuses at first and Harry gives him the ultimatum that if he doesn't tell him, he will leave Draco. So Draco tells him. Harry then tries to comfort him and Draco says that he dares harry to tell him to adopt *There's a part where harry and Ron are playing Quidditch and Sirius and Draco are watching them. Sirius remarks that everytime he sees Harry and Draco together it looks like they are coming from a funeral. And Draco says he does make harry happy, would Sirius like to hear just how happy he made Harry this morning. And Sirius tells Draco to laugh with Harry. *The last chapter I read was Draco marrying Harry. He goes down on his knees in Ron and Hermiones kitchen and then says the vows and Harry is completely surprised and overjoyed. And Hermione asks Ron how he feels about it and a grinning Ron says like barfing. The fic was far from complete and i think itwas discontinued.

[wandixx]

Relationship reveal with side of mind-control (or, really, the other way around)

to that one anon who asked for relationship reveal M'gann/Danny one-shot, here is another take I mentioned

Trigger warnings: mind control ofc

M’gann just needed to get closer. It’ll be alright if she just got a little closer.

“Are you trying to kill us dude?”

Answer was apparently yes as Robin barely jumped out of the way of an ectoblast. M’gann knew true answer was no, she knew Phantom well enough, after long calm nights under starry sky and comfort after breakdowns in the closets and heart-to-heart over battlefields and kisses stolen in the quiet moments of in-between. But for some reason, now he was acting against everything he was and stood for. Red eyes were probably point towards an explanation.

“What even is your beef with us?!” Artemis yelled, shooting one of her special arrows at him.

Right, Team didn’t know Danny. She was going to introduce him soon, when the time was right, gods, she even convinced him to join the Team and was just waiting for Batman’s approval. And now Phantom got worst possible introduction.

M’gann just needed to get close enough to snap him out of it. She could of course just use her psychic powers from where she was but it was a nuclear option. It was better if she handled it the ‘normal way’.

For all he was great fighter, Phantom stood no chance against the whole Team, even when he was in his right mind. As it was, however had in their clutches didn’t know full extent of his abilities and were absolutely pathetic at using what they did know about. Though intangibility made it a bit tricky-

Oh, wait, Kaldur’s water attacks countered it, Danny plain and simple hadn’t had a shadow of the chance.

“Don’t knock him out” she demanded over the Mindlink, right when Kaldur scooped Danny out of the sky, pinning his hands so he couldn’t fight anymore and Conner jumped at the ghost, fuming with anger.

“Don’t lapidate this one M’gann, they are not a robot”

“Excuse me, what?!”

“It was one time Robin, one time. And I know he is not a robot, I can read his thoughts”

“I sooo need to hear this story”

“As you wish Artemis, as you wish”

“Could you all just shut up and focus?!”

“Thank you Superboy”

“So, what’s the plan?” Wally asked while pacing, trying to work off excess energy after battle finished too soon.

“Oh, I’m going to talk to him”

“They tried to burn our heads off, I kinda doubt you can talk them out of anything”

“He is mind-controlled. And he is my friend, I taught him how to fight it. He just needs a little help, it seems”

“Get to it then Miss Martian, he is trying to slip”

She nodded and kicked off to fly, stopping at Danny’s eye level, just slightly breaching his personal space.

“Hey Phantom,” she started softly “I need you so use what I taught you o-?”

“Shut up” Danny’s mouth spat in distinctly not-Danny way.

“I’m not talking to you. I’m talking to Phantom and if you don’t leave I’ll make sure he kicks you out or do it myself” she didn’t bother with niceties, she didn’t bother with putting an inflection in her voice.

Danny’s body snorted.

“I won with psychics stronger than you. I just also know Phantom well enough, he’d prefer to do it himself and he can do it. If you don’t leave now, you’ll learn how much worse is it to be kicked out instead of leaving peacefully”

Slowly, so painfully slowly she reached out to put hand on Danny’s cheek. Touch always helped ground him and there was a chance it would distract whoever controlled him at the moment. Red in his eyes dimmed for a second or five. She smiled gently “Yes, just like that Phantom, you’ve got it. Just how we trained, alright?”

She got a little closer but not enough to lose view of his eyes. She could tell whether he was back in control just by using his powers, even without breaching the boundaries Danny was comfortable with. But she simply wanted to see his whole face and for him to see her whole face, like he did during hours upon hours of their practice.

She could feel his muscles twitching between expressions, as his eyes changed colors like police lights if they were red-green instead of red-blue. M’gann kept steady stream of assurances, slowly brushing thumbs against his cheeks. If situation wasn’t so dire it would probably feel pretty nice. She’d need to bookmark this idea for later.

At last, the whole spectacle ended, with Danny’s eyes turning back to their soft green his face pressing into her hands like it was his only salvation. M’gann grinned enthusiastically barely containing relieved laugh.

“You did it Da- Phantom! You did it!” she yelled before giving him a quick kiss and engulfing him in the hug, despite the water still holding him in place, few feet above the ground “I knew you could do it” she whispered to his ear. Kaldur asked if it was safe to approach so she waved them forward. As soon as Atlantean freed Danny (also getting water out of her cloths, which was nice) she lowered them both to the ground.

Danny’s hands hesitantly reached to hug her back, squeezed like his life depended on it and then he started shaking apart in her arms. She slowly lead him to sit on the ground when it was clear he could hold his own weight at the moment.

“I’m sorry” he whispered, as if he struggled to even make a sound “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry”

M’gann ignored growing wet patch on her shoulder, clinging to him just as strongly as he did.

“You did so well. There is nothing to be sorry for, you did so well”

“I’m sorry I- You- I should’ve- I’m”

“She is right,” Kaldur stated calmly “You are not to blame for being mind-controlled, especially since you broke it at first give chance”

“But I- I attacked you”

“Comes with the job, really” Robin said with almost imperceptible strain in his voice characteristic to the hand stand.

“I could’ve hurt you”

“Ha! You wish,”Artemis snorted.

“I really don’t”

Everyone snickered lightheartedly and Danny relaxed at clear lack of hostility.

“What about a collateral damage?”

“We’re in the middle of nowhere there is no collateral to be damaged”

“This is not what collateral means on it’s own-”

“This is not the point. Phantom, are you looking for things we should hate you for?”

“I have hard time believing you don’t”

“Danny, I love you but you’re an idiot right now. I told you they won’t hate you”

“Superboy still looks like he considers which of my bones he should break first”

“Not yours but whoever’s mind-controlled you. He has a bit of a history with that”

“Exactly”

“Huh. And you could probably do it too if it’s a guy I think it is” Danny whispered with some sort of amazement in his voice “That’s relieving. I’d hat if you hated me. Miss Martian told me a lot about y’all”

“Can’t say the same about you, sorry”

“That’s fine, I asked for it. I’m Phantom, I’m from Amity Park and usually I fight other menaces who try to stir some shit and worry about collateral damage and not the other way around. Pleased to meet you, sorry it happened like this”

“So like… you’re a small town hero, right?”

“Now, that might be a bit over-”

“Definitely a hero,” M’gann interrupted “With personal arch nemesis, regular rogue gallery and all that”

“Miss Martian also called you her friend,” Kaldur said, clearly trying to learn how that happened without outright asking the question, but he would get anything but, judging by Danny’s sudden grin, that could be called sly if he still wasn’t clearly shaken by the whole mind-control ordeal.

“Oh c’mon M. That’s not what you called me last week when we made up in the broom closet”

She loved that boy but she should’ve let Conner knock him out when she still had a chance.

[shadowmor]

Mc is not fluent in Japanese

Idea/summary:The MC/reader is foreign and knows just enough Japanese to express basic ideas (almost A2 level).

-> Vagastrom & Frostheim house

✋️ obviously, this is not canon. Just a scenario idea

Kamurai Jin

Likely knows the most common or widely spoken languages (English, Spanish, French, or Mandarin).

If you speak English, communication will be easier.

I imagine he would correct you if you spoke or wrote something incorrectly — not in a bad intention, more to help you, even if his advice might come off a bit rough.

If he doesn’t know your language, he’ll probably study at least the basics (like greetings and essential vocabulary).

He wouldn’t tell you directly that he’s studying it; instead, he’d casually drop a greeting or word in your language during a random moment, leaving you confused and surprised (which he will enjoy).

He’d notice from your pronunciation and limited vocabulary after a few minutes that you weren’t raised in Japan.

He’d search how to say “servant” in your language and start calling you by that lol

Tohma Ishibashi

Like Jin, he’s likely fluent or knowledgeable in widely spoken languages.

It’s very possible he already knows how to speak or at least understand yours.

If he doesn’t, he might take some time in his free moments to learn basic vocabulary if he deems it necessary.

He’d give you advice on pronunciation or correct your mistakes like a teacher —elegantly, without making you feel stupid. (At least, you do not feel like it even with his tone) But he wouldn’t constantly correct you in every conversation.

"I think you meant to say *blah blah*, Mc.”

“Oh, right. Thanks, Tohma.”

"^^"

I imagine he’d be one of the firsts to get your name’s pronunciation right after hearing it only once.

He’d know from your first conversation that you’re not from Japan.

Lucas Errant

He wouldn’t realize you’re foreign unless you told him. At most, he’d think your way of speaking is peculiar

He’d probably get confused if you made an obvious mistake in Japanese. Did he study wrong? Or is this an informal or casual way of speaking?

He’d be happy to find out you’re also foreign! Same situation! Foreign buddies? Maybe you two should schedule study sessions together (You two will)

Being polite and kind boy that he is, he’d definitely learn your language alongside Japanese, from basic greetings to intermediate topics.

He’d ask if he’s pronouncing your name correctly (and would probably be disappointed if you suggested a nickname to make it easier for him)

If you speak English, it would make things easier for both of you, but he’d still practice other languages with you (Japanese and yours, if it's different)

He’d probably greet you in your language every time he sees you.

Kaito Fuji

He wouldn’t realize you’re foreign at first (since you wore a veil and spoke very little —he assumed you were shy).

He’d only find out when you apologized for mispronouncing something and mentioned you’re still learning. Wait, what? You’re learning? That means... you’re not from here, right?

He’d sign up for a (possibly free) course in your language and definitely let YOU KNOW ABOUT IT! (because his surprise attempt failed)

Kaito doesn’t seem like someone who knows other languages, maybe just the basics of a few(?). If he doesn’t know, you’d definitely trigger his interest in studying one.

You’d help him with your language, and he’d help you with Japanese. Another study date! And another excuse to talk to you!! Great!

He’d try a different greeting in your language every time he sees you

He’d download an app like Duolingo and keep asking if his pronunciation is correct

He’d mispronounce your name several times, but somehow learn it quickly after that

The first thing he’d write in your language would be your name

He’d be very patient with your mistakes

“It’s fine, Honor Student! Even I don’t know how to write that. I got a D in grammar class last week.”

___________________________________________

Leo Kurosaki

It would only take him a few minutes to figure it out (at first, he’d just think you’re weird or dumb), but some pronunciation errors would help him connect the dots.

Yes, he’d make you feel like the dumbest person alive if you made a mistake.

You’re now an easy target for his intern jokes.

He’d correct you in the most blunt way possible. “You don’t even know this? How the hell do you come to another country without knowing something as basic as this?”

He’d learn a bit of your language just to annoy you or say “my love” to post on his socials (with a picture of you).

He knows how to pronounce your name but would deliberately mess it up or give you a derogatory nickname to tease you.

However, you’d know he studied at least a little when, during a mission, Alan said something that confused you, and Leo used a synonym in your language to clarify.

Besides, Google Translate exists (not that he’d bother to use it to talk to you)

Sho Haizono

He’d notice after a few interactions.

He wouldn’t exactly correct grammar errors, but he might address specific word misuses. For example, he’d correct how you used a specific word.

But wouldn’t harp on every mistake — and if he does, only in private (probably in a tease tone)

He’d know the basics of greetings.

If there’s a term similar to “senpai” in your language, he’d use it.

Oddly, I imagine him asking to you how to say an ingredient he’s using.

If he saw you eating something from another place, he’d look up how to say “traitor”/"cheater" in your language. When you came near his foodtruck, he’d jokingly ask what a “traitor” wanted there —or write “No traitors allowed” in your language to make sure you know it was directed at you. (He’s just joking... I hope.)

If he found a recipe online in your language, he’d ask you to translate it for him (he doesn’t trust Google Translate — one mistake can mess up all the flavor)

Todoroki/Alan Mido

He wouldn’t know until you told him or heard it from Leo. He’d just assume you’re not good with words.

He’d rarely correct you — if he understands, there’s no need. If not, he’d ask you to repeat or gesture.

He’d directly ask you how to say greetings or phrases in your language (he wouldn’t know how to sign up for a course or use a language app)

It wouldn’t take long for him to pronounce your name correctly.

He wouldn’t mock your pronunciation—he’d find it kind of cute.

He’d probably see Leo using an app like Duolingo and try to figure out how to say things from listening to it.

He’d ask how to say his name in your language

- "Names don’t translate. Alan is still Alan.”

- “Oh... okay.”

[bullet-prooflove]

Omg I forgot you write for Tim Gutterson 😍 If you're up for another request (sorry 😂) please can I ask for "I just need you to say yes" or "let me feel you react"? 🙏

Tagging: @kmc1989 @fallmoreinloveeveryday @elenavampire21 @floralfloyd @lamaudite

Companion piece to:

Lucky - Tim's assignment doesn't go to plan.

Stars - Tim's not like the other guys.

The Good Book - Tim makes you a promise you don't think he can keep.

Bad Timing - You and Tim have always had a case of bad timing.

Straight From The Heart - Tim speaks from the heart during a late night phone call.

Missed Call - Tim's world crumbles when he listens to your voicemail.

Stars Align - Things go wrong for you and Tim as your stars start to align.

A Ramblin’ Man - Tim makes you a promise about the future.

There is one word that Tim needs to hear today and that’s ‘yes’.  He stalks the halls of the hospital waiting for it as the doctors conduct yet another examination, checking your wound, your vitals, your blood pressure.

Tim, he’s a patient man. He once waited ten days for exactly the right conditions to pop his target but when it comes to you he wants answers. He wants to know if they’re taking you off the ventilator today because the longer you stay on that thing, the less chance you have of coming off it.

“We’re bringing her out of the coma.” He’s told an hour later by the doctor. “She’s breathing on her own, responding to light and sound, we expect she’ll be waking up in the next couple of hours.”

The relief Tim feels in that moment, it’s unlike anything else he’s ever experienced. It’s a living breathing thing writhing in the confines of his rib cage as he crosses his arms over his chest trying to swallow past the well of emotion that builds in his oesophagus.

“I wanna be there when she wakes up.” He tells the doctor, his voice rough as he makes his demand. “I don’t want her to be scared because she doesn’t know where she is. I want her to know she’s not alone…”

He trails off then because as terrifying as this experience has been for him, it gotta be worse for you. The physical recovery, he doesn’t think will be a problem, you’re young, strong, and because you were injured on the job so you have excellent coverage, it’s the mental toll he’s concerned about, the mess you’re coming back to.

There’s a lot of shit up in the air at the minute including the identity of the asshole who pulled the trigger. He was hoping he’d have that boxed off for you but forensics takes weeks and Raylan’s still waiting to hear back from his contacts. Your handler’s in dire straits because they don’t know if your cover has been blown or if this was a turf thing.

On top of that, there’s talk of moving your recovery back to New Orleans. The transfer to Kentucky was conditional upon the resolution of this case and since it's not been resolved, it’s looking like that’s not gonna happen now.

He spends the night sitting by your bedside, the chair scooted as close as he can get to the bed. He wants to be the first thing you see when you wake up so you know that you’re safe, that you’re not still in that flophouse waiting for some asshole to finish you off. He falls asleep at some point after three, arms folded on your mattress, cradling his head.

He wakes up to sensation the gentle fingers running through his hair, it reminds Tim of the nights he used to fall asleep with his head on your lap watching Jeopardy, that contented feeling he’d get as your fingertips massaged his scalp. He stirs, tipping his head up to get a look at you and there you are, his lucky girl propped up on the pillows staring right back.

“Hi.” You rasp, your voice ravaged from the ET tube that had been forced down your throat.

“Hi.” He whispers, his fingers entwining with yours, squeezing your hand lightly. “Welcome back.”  

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[yanderes-galore]

Can I get garp from one piece general hcs please?? UwU

This is mostly dedicated to my friend who enjoys him. I also made him general as I can't tell what intentions I see him in...?

Yandere! Monkey D. Garp Concept

Pairing: Platonic/Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Manipulation, Overprotective behavior, Violence, Blood, Stalking, Mentioned murder, Dubious companionship/relationship.

Alright, well, I feel Garp is an intense yandere no matter the intentions.

Look, I know he isn't the best parent... he can be a rough mentor.

Yet he supposedly does it because he values the youth and wants them strong.

So if you were part of the Marines and he was a platonic yandere?

He's rough because he loves you... according to him.

I feel he's rough and protective when platonic, yet he isn't rough if he likes his obsession romantically.

Not unless he feels he has to be, at least.

Garp, as he is the paternal grandfather of Luffy, acts very similar to him.

Although, I imagine he has a better understanding of romance... since, y'know, he had a kid?

Since his personality is similar to Luffy, he may be a bit much for his obsession.

He's eccentric and loud, selfish and absent-minded...

But he does indeed care.

Garp values family and freedom, no matter the background of said family.

He's supportive and brutally honest.

I feel him being a platonic yandere makes more sense since I can see him being a mentor to his obsession one way or another.

However, he's certainly more capable than Luffy to understand romantic feelings.

His obsession is more than likely part of the Marines, regardless of how they view the World Government and Celestial Dragons.

It's probably possible for him to have a pirate! obsession, yet they'd have to be someone who looked out for Luffy and Ace or something.

After all, he cares about family.

If you were watching his grandsons then he'd have a positive view of you, even if you're a pirate.

Garp is more... brutally overprotective than possessive.

He isn't too jealous, he seems too laid-back to be overly jealous.

If he was, since he's so blunt, he'd be very honest towards those he didn't like.

Like, would wrap an arm around you... then threaten the other person with a huge grin.

That may actually make him terrifying.

Most yanderes try to be threatening and scary when jealous.

Garp? Oh, he does it with a smile.

He is fully capable of going through with such threats, too.

Ask Sengoku, Garp can literally punch through ships.

He's menacing and super strong.

Yet he never intends to harm his obsession with any malicious intent.

If he's your mentor, then he's a bit rough so you can be as strong as him.

After all, no other Marine could teach you better than him.

Plus, He's better than following some pirates like his grandsons, right?

He'd probably mentor you and put you through harsh training regimens if he's platonic.

However, if he's romantic, he knows how to take care of you.

He's had a wife in the past, sure he's a bit old now, but he's still capable of being good for his obsession.

As weird as it is to say, I can see him as a GILF yandere to his obsession.

He cares for them, even as a love.

He's always smiling too, always goofy with his obsession just to see them happy.

Definitely reminds me of a more mature Luffy.

He doesn't want to intentionally make you upset, platonic or romantic.

Yet, if he feels you're acting up, he will show you he isn't just goofy.

He loves you, definitely...

If you push things, like be bratty or try to escape, Garp will be sure to sit you down.

He can be pretty serious, while it's mostly in combat...

He doesn't tolerate his obsession disrespecting him or taking advantage of his care.

I imagine punishments with him are ruthless, like a military officer.

Although, if he's trying to keep you in one place under his care... He's probably limited to confinement

Or, prove to him you're sorry for neglecting him or acting out... then he can feed you something better than what's necessary.

Yes, he can be harsh...

Yet he still loves his obsession and would rather spoil them than anything.

Garp is a pretty tall and built character like most One Piece characters.

I imagine he probably would enjoy holding his obsession in his lap regardless of his intentions.

He may even rub your head playfully for affection or just hold you close.

Good luck if he mentors you though, since he's going to put you through it in the name of love.

He wants you to need him... but he also wants you capable of defending yourself.

In terms of romantic kisses... he probably likes to kiss your forehead... or if he does the lips, he goes all in.

Many know him for being harsh and ruthless.

However, he just looks so happy with you.

Even if you were a pirate, people like Sengoku may criticize him for liking you, yet know they can't change his mind.

They know he's loyal to family, he values them.

Which means, no matter your path, he always knows you'll be a good person.

He wants to help cultivate that.

Garp would also enjoy it if you looked after Ace and Luffy.

He'd dislike that you're a pirate, but is happy you're fond of his family.

I feel Garp can probably be forceful, yet his threats and commands are often playful or lighthearted.

Unless he's serious, then he's stone cold when giving commands and orders.

He's more overprotective than possessive.

He has a stronger urge to protect you and prepare you for danger than isolate you.

Even if he mentors you, he wants you to at least know the Marines you work with.

Garp, when he follows through with threats, can be terrifying.

I can see him grinning while he punches someone's lights out over you.

Knowing him, it's REAL easy to kill with those fists, too.

He doesn't mind if his hands are bloody as long as what he did was for the right reason.

Which can be rather subjective when it comes to you.

Garp, like Luffy, tends to follow his own desires.

He doesn't care if it's against the rules if he can get away with it.

Garp tends to follow his own freedom and rules... since he wants you so much...

He'll do anything to have you since he's also a selfish man.

[citrusandrottefruit]

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Some thoughts on this

My thoughts on the Hanahaki fic:

I think the whole idea of ​​Hanahaki is really interesting and can be quite romantic in a tragic way, but I also think a lot about how horrible it is and the potential for it to end badly even when it's about reciprocated love. I think Hanahaki itself could be explored so much more in so many ways, but it often becomes so secondary, even though it's the theme of the fic.

How could anyone focus more on the fact that they're in love than on what that love has caused? Why don't these people try to confess early on, when they're still relatively okay? Some characters are so quick to choose to die without knowing for sure.

Hanahaki is horrible, but it’s usually portrayed as being horrible for the cause, not for itself. The suffering of dying, of feeling the slow decline of one’s own body, is understated, I think.

Another thing I was also thinking about is how stories about sick people end in miracle or tragedy. I don’t like that. Why can’t a sick person have something good that will last? Why can’t they be happy? Why does happiness have to be fleeting and end in death? Or a miracle? Why is it always about transforming other people’s lives?

People don’t have to be healthy to be happy. Health can be an important part of that, but it’s not an option for many people. Finding moments of happiness, joy, satisfaction, and pride should still be possible. And that’s not about making a bucket list and skydiving.

With that in mind, I wanted to write about a moment in the life of someone with Hanahaki, like a chronic illness. Just a moment. It’s not when Steve was diagnosed and had to learn to accept the fact that he wasn’t healthy, it’s not that moment in illness when the decline is so rapid that you run out of options. It’s just a moment in his life, where everything is influenced by the illness, but the big thing isn’t the illness itself. It’s him falling in love and deciding to open up to the family he found.

Also, since most Hanahaki fics have as their main themes poor communication and romantic love triggering the disease, I wanted to do something different.

Hanahaki is not something magical here that can happen to anyone (if it could, it would be much more common), it is simply a genetic disease that is triggered by emotional distress and starts to fill the person's lungs with something that looks like roots (what is that? I don't know. Some kind of cartilage hyperplasia that doesn't directly affect the joints, but causes a lot of cartilage to spontaneously grow around the lungs, maybe).

So, I decided that here Steve recognizes the importance of communication and does something about it, telling everyone who matters about what Hanahaki is really like. And Eddie, who would normally be the cause of Hanahaki, is not. He is simply someone Steve has started to love, who will not be the main cause of his suffering.

In this case, it's also easier for him to confess, because he doesn't have to say, "Hey, Eddie, if you don't like me, I'm going to die, because you made me sick." Technically, he would just have to say, "Hey, Eddie, I'm sick, love me, because loving and taking care of me will help me survive longer." But he didn't say any of that. He talked about himself, about his parents, and about his illness.

Because he wants to be loved, he wants to have a family, but he could never live in peace with himself if he didn't make it very clear what his life is going to be like. Right now, he's stable and relatively well, but things are still going to get worse and he needs to be sure, for himself and for the people he loves, that he won't be abandoned.

I could have done a lot worse. I considered it. Putting Steve through a lot more hospitalizations, having a lot more invasive procedures, spending a lot more time in the hospital, but I think that would have been inconsistent with everything he's done in canon. And I didn't want to take away all of his heroic deeds because his disease was so advanced, so I decided to give him 10 years of stability, with the disease progressing at a manageable pace.

Unfortunately, that also involved a lot of neglect of treatment, so his health started to decline further, but it's far from terminal.

Being sick is a very lonely experience, especially with rare diseases, because it feels like no one understands. Even the people closest to you, friends and family, are often unwilling to even try to understand. So I wanted to write an Eddie who searches for everything he can on his own, and who listens silently when Steve has the courage to talk about Hanahaki and his parents. He will never fully understand Steve, but he is trying, and that is very important.

Since Mrs. Harrington also has Hanahaki, it was possible to bring two different perspectives, and get this! Neither of them died, neither of them is a “one-sided love,” they just deal with the disease in very different ways.

I thought a lot about how to write Steve’s parents’ relationship, because it’s so complex, but I decided not to try to understand the nuances, because it’s being presented from their son’s point of view anyway, so it’s not like he knows everything. The fact is, they balance between decline and survival.

Mrs. Harrington is doing well because her husband still makes a point of spoiling her and giving her attention, and that’s enough to make her feel loved. He may like how loved he is, how much she adores him, and I can’t say he doesn’t want her to be well. He does. He cares for her, deeply. He wouldn’t spend 15 years (counting from the diagnosis) with a sick woman if he didn’t want to keep her alive.

But he doesn't understand Hahanaki, he doesn't even expect her to live for another 50 years. He doesn't think of her death as something that will shake the universe, it's just a certainty. He loves her, in a distant and impersonal way, and he loves that she loves him so much. They don't communicate well. They don't face Hanahaki together, they just go around it as if it were a huge ghost between them.

Mrs. Harrington medicates herself, of course, and gets the best treatments that money can buy, but that's very secondary in her life. Being reciprocated, believing in it and being with the ones she loves helps control the disease, but they don't do it in a healthy way.

To make matters worse, she isolated herself from many people and focused on who caused the circumstances that triggered Hanahaki.

Steve does the opposite. He talks about Hanahaki, he wants to make sure everyone knows how unavoidable Hanahaki has become, though he does his best to ignore it until 1985, when he has to tell Robin. Even then, he tries to downplay the fact that he is sick, because he doesn't want to worry her.

He changes his outlook because shortly after Vecna, he can feel how much weaker his body seems to be, and when he doesn't get better, he realizes that he can't be well enough to hide it anymore. Then the tests, the realization that he has actually gotten worse, and with that comes a new understanding of how uncertain his future is.

Steve could be like his mother. They share the same blood, the same disease, they spent years having similar ideas about keeping things a secret, they both watched Mr. Harrington go away while they stayed behind.

Then he watched his mother go away too.

Steve had a relationship that didn’t end well, and he was able to forgive, and he might have been able to get back together with Nancy and ignore everything that went wrong between them during spring break. But he didn’t do any of those things. Maybe that’s the choice he would have made, if Robin hadn’t been there for him, and if he hadn’t fallen in love with Eddie, if he didn’t care about the kids. If there wasn’t so much else in his life.

He made very different choices than his mother.

Anyway, that's it. Chronic Hanahaki, having a support network that goes far beyond a boyfriend, complications caused by the disease and the agony of living knowing that any day could be THE day you'll go into the hospital and won't get out so easily.

@eyehartart

[sjsmith56]

Anniversary

Summary: Bucky visits his wife, a patient at a specialized hospital, to celebrate their anniversary.

Length: 4.1 K

Characters: Bucky Barnes, named OFC (wife), named OCC (children), Sam Wilson, named OMC (doctor), Shuri, assorted Dora Milaje.

Warnings: contains description of severe emotional trauma and PTSD, which may be triggering. Bucky experiencing major angst.

Author notes at end to avoid spoilers.

Today was Bucky's anniversary.  It had been 10 years since he got married to Angela, his angel.  He still remembered how she looked as she came down the aisle on her dad's arm, her eyes focused on him.  Her bouquet of gerbera daisies, their distinctive bright colours setting the joyful tone for their wedding, was nestled in her other arm.  There wasn't a dry eye in the house when they spoke their vows to each other, promising to love and cherish each other through better or for worse, through sickness and health, until death separated them.  Their first dance at the reception was to You Are So Beautiful.  She was everything he ever wanted, and he thanked the fates for bringing them together.

As Bucky came out of the shower, with a towel wrapped around his waist, he looked at himself in the mirror.  There was more grey in his beard now, as well as a few stray strands in his hair.  His aging process was slower than most humans, but it was still there, and he didn't mind.  Neither did Angela when she first teased him about someday being a silver fox.  He carefully trimmed his beard down, making it look neat.  Next, he brushed his teeth, then he styled his hair, making sure it was just like his wife liked it.

He began to get dressed, pulling his pants on then his dress shirt.  Before he could button it there was a small knock on the door, and he zipped up his pants before opening it to his son Jamie, and daughter, Emma, aged 8 and 6.  Sam was behind them.

"Sorry, but they wanted to see you," said his friend, apologetically.

"I was going to say good night before you left," he said gently to the pair, sitting down on the bed facing both of them.  "Why the long faces?"

"Why can't we come?" asked Emma. 

"Because this is a special occasion for Mom and me," he replied softly.  "We've been married for ten years.  You'll see her tomorrow and you can tell her all about what you and Uncle Sam and Auntie Jade do tonight."

"Why can't we see her tonight?" asked Jamie, fidgeting with his hands.

"Oh, bubba, it's just how it is," answered Bucky, stroking his son's head.  "Tonight, it's just me and your mom.  Tomorrow, it will be all of us.  I promise."

He hugged them both, looking up at Sam's sympathetic face.  It was hard for the kids to understand that their visits were difficult for their mom sometimes.  For them to see her tonight could make tomorrow almost unbearable for her.    Cradling their faces in his hands, Bucky kissed their foreheads, then walked them out to the living room, where Sam's wife, Jade, was waiting with the kid's overnight bags.  He kissed her on the cheek then hugged his kids again, wishing them all a good night, as they left. 

Back in his bedroom, he finished dressing, putting Angela's favourite tie on, then the watch she bought him for their fifth anniversary.  He packed his overnight bag, and took another look around the bedroom, sighing at how empty it seemed. 

On the way to meet his wife, Bucky stopped at the florists to pick up the bouquet of gerbera daisies, remembering his wedding day once again when he saw them.  Every time Bucky came to see her, he brought them, hoping that she would notice and give him a sign that she heard him or knew it was him that was visiting.   Half the time she did.  Those were the best visits. 

It didn't take long to get to the facility.  He parked, grabbed his overnight bag and the flowers, and strode up to the door.  Inside, he checked in at the reception desk, where the receptionist looked up at him.

"The doctor would like to see you before you go in," she said.  "I'll call and let him know you're here.  If you could just check in at the unit desk, he'll be there."

Bucky wondered why the doctor needed to talk to him, hoping it was just a check in and not a warning.  He took the elevator, coming out just down the hall from the unit desk.  Doctor Fletcher was waiting, smiling kindly at Bucky as he approached.

"Everything okay?" he asked.

"I just wanted to see you before you entered the unit," said the doctor, motioning for Bucky to come with him.  He ushered him into an office and closed the door.  "There was an incident just a short while ago.  Since you were coming anyway, we didn't call."

"Did she hurt anyone?"

"No, but it was a severe flashback," he replied.  "She had to be sedated.  I know tonight is a special night, but we had no choice.  She's awake but right now is non-responsive.  I'm sorry."

Bucky breathed out, clamping his jaw tightly shut.  He couldn't be angry at the doctor as they took such good care of Angela but sometimes when she remembered her trauma she reacted violently.  As the doctor recounted what happened, Bucky listened, looking down at the floor.  Sometimes, it was a struggle to dampen his own emotions when he thought of all that happened to her, but it was important to her well being that he appear calm when he was with her.

"You ready?" asked Dr. Fletcher.  "You're still welcome to stay the night, just be prepared for a recurrence."

"I do wish to stay," said Bucky.  "We haven't ever been apart on our anniversary and I'm not about to start now.  What about the kid's visit tomorrow?"

"We'll assess her behaviour in the morning and decide then," he replied.  "We'll turn off the internal cameras for your privacy as soon as you're in there."

Bucky nodded in agreement, then followed the doctor out of his office.  They went through two locked doors then came up to another door.  Doctor Fletcher looked up at the security camera and nodded.  The buzzer on the room door sounded and the lock clicked open.  Bucky opened the door, stepping inside and pushed the door closed, hearing the lock click and the buzzer sound.  Up in the corner, the camera light went off.  Angela was seated in an armchair by the window.  She wore a dress, and someone had done her hair.

"Sweetheart?" asked Bucky, approaching her slowly, putting his bag on the dresser. 

She didn't look at him or respond.  Slowly, he positioned himself in front of his wife and kneeled in front of her. 

"Hello, my darling," he murmured, touching her hand with his hand.  "I brought you your favourite flowers for our anniversary."  Her face didn't change, not acknowledging his presence.  "It's our tenth anniversary, Angela."

There was still no response, and he sighed.  Standing up he opened a cupboard and brought out a plastic vase, filling it with water in the bathroom.  After unwrapping the bouquet, he placed the flowers in the vase and put it on her dresser.  Taking his phone out he brought up the playlist of music played at their wedding and started it.  Then he dragged the other chair over to sit next to her and reached for her hand.  As the music played, he told her the story of how they met.

"I was looking for a specific album from the 1940s," he began.  "For weeks I had searched the internet for someone who had it and you put up an ad on one of the websites, as you were selling your grandparent's record collection.  I showed up at your place and you had a treasure trove of music that I loved.  I offered to buy it all and the price you quoted was outrageous, but I didn't care because it was the music I grew up listening to, dancing to, and making love to.  We reached an agreement for me to pay you in instalments.  Every month I would meet you, pay you a portion, then you would give me another box of records.  About three months into our little transaction, you asked me to stay for a drink and we played some of my favourites on a record player that you bought.  We had such a good time, as I had a story for just about every album you played.  When I got home, I realized that I forgot to pay you, and I drove back.  That was the first time we kissed."

He lifted her hand to his lips and kissed them.  Her fingers flexed as he did it and he looked at Angela's face.  She had a slight smile on it. 

"You called me a few days later and asked me over for dinner," he continued.  "We danced and I stayed until breakfast.  When I moved in a month later, I didn't have to pay for any more records.  You took the ad down, which irritated another buyer who tried to outbid me.  We got married six months later.  Since then, it's been ten years, and I love you as much now as I did then."

"Bucky?"

Her whisper was barely audible, but he heard her. 

"Yes, my angel.  I'm here."

"I'm sorry."

He kneeled before her again, looking up into her brown eyes that struggled to focus on him. 

"You don't have to be sorry for anything, sweetheart.  You just had a bad day."

"I remembered."  His hand went to her cheek, caressing it gently.  She blinked then took a shuddering breath.  "They hurt me to hurt you."

"Yeah," he whispered.  "I'm so sorry.  They'll never hurt you again.  I made sure of that."

Angela's eyes squeezed shut and she whimpered, the sound piercing Bucky's soul.  Those bastards destroyed so much of her when they took her.  In the few days it took to find her they ripped her apart physically, emotionally, and mentally, as part of a targeted effort to bring him to heel.  All because he said no, that he was done with killing, done with everything he ever did as the Winter Soldier.  At the time he meant it, then they took Angela and there was no stopping him when he caught up to them. 

"Sweetheart," he murmured.  "Do you want to sit on my lap?"

Her head nodded slightly, and he helped her up, then took her place in the armchair, gathering her onto her safe place, close to him, surrounded by his warmth and his strong arms.  As her hand slid into the gap between his shirt buttons, settling on his chest, he smiled that she still felt comforted by his skin.

"Sing," she whispered.

He stopped the playlist, cleared his throat, and began to sing her favourite lullaby.

Hush little baby, don't say a word, Papa's gonna buy you a mockingbird.

And if that mockingbird don't sing, Papa's gonna buy you a diamond ring.

And if that diamond ring turns brass, Papa's gonna buy you a looking glass.

And if that looking glass gets broke, Papa's gonna buy you a billy goat.

And if that billy goat doesn't pull, Papa's gonna buy you a cart and bull.

And if that cart and bull turn over, Papa's gonna buy a dog named Rover.

And if that dog named Rover won't bark, Papa's gonna buy a horse and cart.

And if that horse and cart fall down, we'll you'll still be the sweetest baby in town.

She gave out a sigh and burrowed further into his chest.  They sat like that for some time, listening to each other's heartbeats.  He kissed her head, breathing in and out calmly. 

"How long?" she asked, like she did every time he visited.

"Two years," he answered.  "You've been here two years."

"When can I go home?"

He felt his eyes burn and throat tighten at the question and struggled to answer, afraid that his voice would crack.  But she deserved the truth, always.

"When you're better and you stop trying to hurt yourself and the kids," he replied.  She was quiet and he knew she was blaming herself.  "It wasn't your fault.  They know you love them, and they love you."

"I'm sorry," she whispered again.  A sinking feeling filled Bucky's body as he waited for the next words.  "I remembered.  They hurt me to hurt you." 

"Yes, they did."  He swallowed.  "I'm so sorry but they'll never hurt you again.  I made sure of that."

She was quiet again then she spoke and asked him a new question that threw him off for a moment.

"Did you hurt them back?"

"Yeah, baby, I did.  I hurt them bad."

"Good." 

After several more minutes of silence Angela pulled her head away from Bucky's chest and looked at his face.  She placed her hand on his cheek and smiled at him, making him smile back.

"Hi Bucky," she said.  "You wore a suit."

"Hi sweetheart," he whispered.  "I wore a suit because it's a special occasion and I love to see you smile."

"Is it our anniversary?" she asked.  Bucky nodded and glanced back at the flowers, drawing her attention to them.  "Gerbera daisies.  Just like on our wedding day.  Can we dance?"

"Sure." 

They stood up and he searched for You Are So Beautiful on his phone, placing it on the table near the armchair.  Taking Angela in his arms, Bucky bent his head so that they were cheek to cheek and began dancing.  Holding her was so amazing and for a moment, he could almost imagine they were dancing at their wedding again.  Then the song ended, and another one began, and Angela suddenly pulled away, looking around at her surroundings.

"Where am I?"

"You're in a safe place," he answered, hoping this was just a question and not the beginning of another episode.

"No, no."  She backed away, looking more and more confused.  "This is a prison."

"No, sweetheart, it's a hospital," replied Bucky.  "They're trying to help you, remember?"

"NO!"

She pushed him away and tried to get to the door.  Bucky wrapped his arms around her, but she turned on him and began scratching at his face, crying for help.  He could hear the intercom turn on before the sound of Dr. Fletcher's voice.  Looking at the door, he could see the man's face in the small window.

"Mr. Barnes, we need to intervene.  You're bleeding."

"I'll heal," said Bucky.  "Please, don't."

"It will just get worse.  You know that.  Let us do our job."

His face crumpled as he nodded, and the door buzzed then the lock clicked, and three men came in to take Angela under control.  She kicked and screamed at them as Bucky was ordered into the corner of the room.  He had only witnessed this a handful of times, but each time tore him apart.  For all his super soldier abilities he couldn't handle Angela when she got this bad.  He couldn't fix what her abductors had done to her.  Only time and professional care could do that, and even that wasn't certain. 

Slumping down in the corner, he covered his ears and closed his eyes unable to listen or watch them as the three men gently but firmly held Angela still while Dr. Fletcher injected her with a sedative.  It took only a minute for it to take effect then her head lolled back and two of the men lifted her onto her bed.  One removed her shoes while the other covered her up with a blanket.  The third waited at the door while his coworkers left, leaving Bucky and Dr. Fletcher in the room.  He bent over in front of Bucky, looking at him with compassion.

"Let me check your face."

"I'm fine," said Bucky, slowly standing up.

"You're not.  Please, come into the bathroom and I'll make sure nothing is too deep."  Allowing the doctor to lead him in, Bucky sat on the shower chair while the doctor examined his scratches.  "They are superficial, but we should clean them.  You have blood on your shirt."

He prepared a facecloth for Bucky, then watched as the super soldier cleaned his face.

"She's not getting better, is she?" asked Bucky. 

"Healing doesn't happen in a straight line," said Dr. Fletcher.  He sighed.  "I'm not sure that anything we're doing here is helping, to be honest.  Have you approached your friends in Wakanda for help?"

Bucky nodded.  "They believe they can help her, but I'm not allowed to leave the country, and I won't send her there alone."  He pulled up his pant leg, showing the ankle monitor.  "I should be in prison for what I did to the kidnappers, but the judge was lenient with sentencing and allowed me to be at home to look after the kids.  If I try to leave, they'll come after me.  They'll send a black ops team into Wakanda to extract me.  I can't do that to them, and I can't live a fugitive life again.  It's no life for a wife and family."

"Mr. Barnes ... Bucky."  Dr. Fletcher exhaled loudly.  "She has talked of suicide and frankly, I'm afraid she will succeed, despite all our precautions.  If they can help, isn't that worth your freedom?  From what I've seen of you, your wife means everything.  I can talk to whoever will listen and try to make them understand that your wife's recovery needs to happen in Wakanda and that she needs you with her.  But if they don't agree, then I think the time for drastic action is on you."

He patted Bucky on the shoulder, then left him in the bathroom, checking briefly on Angela before closing the room door behind him.  Still in the bathroom, Bucky wiped some tears from his face then took off his jacket, tie, and dress shirt, staring at himself in the mirror.  Returning to the room, he took a T-shirt and sweatpants out of his bag, and changed into them.  After turning all the lights off, he slid into bed beside Angela, cradling her in his arms before kissing her on the forehead.

"Happy Anniversary," he murmured.

One year later

The Wakandan diplomatic jet approached JFK airport.  Inside, Bucky sat, holding his wife Angela's hand, their daughter, Emma, on her lap, while Jamie, their son, looked out the window, still captivated by the view from above.  The announcement to buckle up for landing came and he made sure both kids were strapped in before turning his attention to his wife.

"I'm fine," she said, pointing to the seatbelt.  "See?  I managed it all by myself."

"Just making sure," he smiled as he belted himself in.  He looked over at Shuri and Ayo, both of them smiling knowingly at them.  He could have been flippant, but he was too grateful for that.  "Thank you again for all that you did.  I'm forever in your debt, once more."

"There is no debt, White Wolf," said Shuri.  "Living the life you were meant to have will be payment enough."  She looked at Angela.  "Remember to always wear the kimoyo beads, even in the shower.  Any episodes of PTSD will alert us, and we can apply corrective measures immediately."

"I will.  Thank you for taking care of me.  I'm going to miss living there but it's time my parents got to see their grandchildren again."

"You are always welcome to visit and bring the grandparents," smiled Shuri. 

Nomble came out of the cockpit and sat on a nearby chair, shaking her head in disgust.

"The authorities requested permission to board the jet to place Sergeant Barnes in custody.  I took the liberty of reminding them this is a diplomatic aircraft, and any incursion could be construed as an aggressive act.  They will be inside the terminal, but I believe they wish to take him before the press has a chance to ask him for comment."

"Well, that's not going to happen," said Shuri, looking at the other members of the Dora Milaje accompanying them.  "Make sure that Sergeant Barnes and his family are within the security perimeter."

"I don't want trouble," said Bucky.

"Too late for that," murmured Yama, loud enough to be heard by all of them.

When the aircraft landed and the Dora Milaje set up their guard formation, Bucky and his family were placed immediately behind Shuri, as they walked into the terminal via the passageway.  As they approached the arrivals lounge inside, they could see an assortment of police and federal agents waiting to take Bucky into custody.  Shuri walked right past them, and the Dora Milaje gave no space for anyone to slip between them.  They proceeded through the doors to immigration and customs, entering the diplomatic line.  Even though Bucky and his family were instructed to enter a different line, Shuri ignored it and declared the Barnes family as being under her diplomatic immunity.  The agent on duty looked questioningly at his supervisor who sighed, then nodded his head, not wanting to cause a diplomatic incident with the formidable women warriors.  As two of them were delegated to collect the luggage, Shuri led the others out to the public arrivals area of the terminal where the press was, along with Sam Wilson. 

While the Wakandan group faced the others, preventing any law enforcement from entering their perimeter, Bucky kneeled and hugged his son and daughter, stroking their heads with affection.

"I have to give myself up now," he said.  "Remember what I said about listening to your mom and Uncle Sam, and Auntie Jade.  If anyone says anything bad about me, you just walk away.  I'll fight my own battles on this, okay?"

They both tearfully nodded and kissed him on the cheek, receiving forehead kisses from him.  He stood up and faced his wife, their eyes glistening.

"I just wanted you to get better," he croaked, as his voice broke.  "You're everything to me and it will be worth it."  He looked at Sam who nodded and smiled at him.  "You'll be okay living with Sam and his family in Delacroix.  Matt and Foggy will meet me at the arraignment.  With luck I could be out in a couple of years."

"I'm sorry," she whispered.

"No, don't be, not for this.  I would go to hell and back for you."

They kissed each other deeply, their tears mingling together, then Bucky smiled at Shuri, giving her his vibranium arm for safekeeping.  He stepped away from the protective circle of the Dora Milaje, offering his one hand to the ranking police officer there.  They couldn't cuff Bucky in the normal way, so an officer cuffed his left hand to Bucky's right and led him away, followed by several other officers, photographers, and reporters.  The rest remained there as Angela and the kids joined Sam, receiving hugs from him.  After several calls for a comment, he looked at Angela, who nodded for him to speak.  It took several attempts as he struggled to keep his emotions in check then he looked out over those who were there.

"What you just saw was a husband and father, who voluntarily gave himself up to the authorities to face charges of escaping custody.  He deliberately cut off his ankle monitor to take his wife to Wakanda for treatment she couldn't get in the United States, and even though her doctor fought for Bucky to be allowed to go with her, the authorities didn't trust him to return when her treatment was finished.  They only saw the Winter Soldier when they made that decision.  They didn't think James Buchanan Barnes was honourable enough to return.  You just witnessed how wrong they were.  Even more remarkable is that today was their 11th wedding anniversary.  How many of you would do the same?"

He wanted to say more but Jamie tugged his hand.

"I want to go now," he said, looking at the reporters. 

Sam faced the press again.  "We're done."

One month later

News update.

Former Avenger James Buchanan Barnes was released from custody today, after receiving a full pardon from the President.  Barnes, who deliberately escaped from house arrest over a year ago in order to accompany his wife to Wakanda for psychiatric treatment that was not available in the United States, declined to comment but his lawyer, Matthew Murdock, did say that his client was looking forward to resuming a quiet life with his family.

In related news, former CIA Director Valentina de Fontaine, was named as the person responsible for the abduction of Angela Barnes, wife of James Barnes, over three years ago.  A spokesperson for the Justice Department said the case was never closed, despite the deaths of the abductors upon the rescue of Mrs. Barnes.  Fontaine, known as the queen of black operations before her CIA appointment has proclaimed her innocence on these charges.  She has been placed on house arrest pending her trial.

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Author notes:  I admit that I have no experience with mental health care in a hospital setting. In this story I have imagined that this psychiatric hospital is very specialized, providing a high level of personal care.  The image of the hospital room is from an actual mental health facility in another country. Angela's trauma is so deep that they have been unable to be little more than caretakers, keeping her from harming herself.  I was more concerned with showing Bucky's devotion to his wife, as he honored his wedding vows and broke the law to help her.

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[dxxtruction]

its probably meant to be somewhat ambiguous but it seems most likely that armand was gaslighting louis so that he didn't trust himself and daniel didn't trust him. he also seemed to basically get what he wanted by instigating a fight and igniting some passion, we see by next ep's start it probably got resolved with sex and absolution. idk the talamasca angle is not as interesting a story

Ask is in reference to this post: HERE

That's cool. You're able to hold that I'm able to hold mine. Interpretations are just that. I will say it doesn't matter whether Armand planted them, or not, because he still ends up gaslighting Louis in the 2x04 argument anyway. It’s effectively gaslighting even if they are telling the truth here as they see it because of how things stack up and what's said.

It is basically how you said, and I'll just go ahead and expand for anyone who might not see it so clearly. Initially, it seems he's more or less trying to just get Louis off his case for the photos, and is willing to throw him, his mental state, and character under the bus, to do so. But Louis already straight up knows him of doing manipulative things, of this exact sort, in the interview before this event even occurred - Namely that Armand is making himself look far more approachable, and better to Daniel, even after they'd both agreed to basically tear this guy to shreds, which makes Louis look worse by default, and goes against what they agreed to both do. Armand has a repeated tendency to fall through on his promises, or promise things, but then take it his own direction when it suits him. In all cases, he does keep obstructing Louis interview, especially when it comes to Daniel, and won't fully admit to it. - this is why Louis' so reactive, among just the fact he has trauma related to being denied his own interiority, fullness, and freedoms, because he's Black, and in society, seen less human. Armand simply doesn't help his case by denying it, even if it were actually his truth that the photos weren't his doing. (Note; Armand has also faced horrific dehumanizing traumas, but in such a differing way I don't think he's able to empathize with the same way Louis been dehumanized in life. I argue a little if Louis is even able to do more than simply hold a lot of sympathy for Armand, as they really are not a lot alike in both their interior and exterior reality. I don't think that sympathy goes both ways often.)

The way he's also keeps behaving like the bigger person in this reinforces the belief Armand wants out of Louis, making him 'see' it, and probably also to Daniel as well who's definitely overhearing this (this particular part has a chance of being unintentional however, if he was only really intending to deescalate, but it still keeps the same effects).

Not only making Louis look like he's crazy to assume it, but denying he'd been doing anything wrong of the sort (by simply at no point coming forward and saying something reassuring of Louis reality along the lines of, 'I have been doing those things, it's just not this, and those weren't my intentions to hurt you with it, I'm sorry' or simply 'okay, I did it, sorry'). As well, it doesn't matter how much Armand's truthful, Louis is someone who necessarily does need reality checks like that, because he suffers from hallucinations, and as he's finding out, memory lapses, and not providing them will make him jump to presume it could be his own symptoms. Also, at one point in the argument, he actually throws out that Louis is insane, if it needed to be anymore obvious. Which is derogatory, if arguably true, though reinforces that Armand's behaviors to 'stop or aid his madness' in prior instances were all a-okay, and all necessary. There's nothing wrong with him, and what he's doing, its all Louis. (His intentions to deescalate, if anyone wants to take on that idea, would've changed by then. It reads as a pattern to me mimicking of the promises falling through.)

Anyway, I'd be saying in my interpretation that him willing to keep this up, even though the photos had nothing to do with it, just shows how much he'd actually use any situation that arises to manipulate/control Louis, and mess with Louis interview, as opposed to orchestrating or planning situations, so he can then also manipulate with it. With all intentions or not, it doesn't really matter. Which makes his manipulation more realistic, honestly. A better portrait of who Armand is tbh.

I don't claim this transcript as 100% accurate, but it's as close as I can get it:

L: Four Fred Steins in the album, four. You made me look foolish. 

A: You just assume it was me. 

L: Well, it wasn’t me. 

A: You sure about that? 

L: Excuse me?

A: I take it back. 

L: Take it way fucking back. 

A: It was probably an honest mistake from the staff.

L: You think I need to be coddled, hyped up, lied to? 

-cut-

A: You’re being Lestat! 

L: Go call on him, see what happens. 

A: A little ridiculous… It's the staff, dear.

L: I’m being ridiculous? You wanna see, you wanna see ridiculous? 

A: No, Louis, it was an honest mistake. You knew it.

L: AAAH

A: You weren’t here- 

L: LA LA LA LA

A: -And more and more of them-

L: LA LA

A: They got through! 

-flashbacks-

A: This isn’t about Lestat! 

-more flashback-

L: You lobbed at Daniel, and disrespected me. 

A: no no no no no no.

-flashback-

L: and over and over and over it’s always the same damn thing. 

A: You trying to trick me?

L: I don’t know I’m just your God now. The abandonment, and aren’t we both cut throat? 

A: You won’t believe me, when I was here. I’m the one who can see! 

L: Alright, first off, first off. 

A: You are insane! 

-fb-

L: You always do this! … We’ll be done with Daniel any day now. Now, knock it off. Its about the record, this is my interview. You hear me? The whole interview that will be heard by me. 

A: In a future that you won’t see!

-fb- 

L: No more! Will you go to speak without asking first. No more! Will you ever flirt around on your years. 

A: Oh, come to Dubai, Louis says, but not me. 

-Then I can’t make out anything-

Sex and absolution I do agree with as well. Like they did do that. I don't think either were expecting it to go that way from the beginning, though, as in neither started or orchestrated a reason for argument just to have makeup sex. That being somewhat normal for them after a big argument like that would not surprise me however. A certain interpretation I take of them having sex after (given the argument) was more that (it seems to me) part of the accusations here is that Armand is 'flirting' to win over Daniel's favor, and trying to get with him? Maybe even back together with him? (Centered a lot around Armand telling him his little love story with Lestat.) If not, just turning him against him. So having sex could reinforce Armand had/has no intentions of leaving, further obstructions wrt Daniel, and/or infidelity. That it's 'me and you' and not 'you and him'. (Which could be the real lie depending on how you want to take it here lmao. And is so bound to fall through because... Armand doesn't keep his promises, not even to himself it seems since he turned Daniel).

Again all interpretations are just that, so long as it can be legitimately supported by the text, and isn't grossly insensitive. The Talamasca just adds to the whole scene to me more than it detracts from it. The outside world necessarily has influenced both of their inside worlds, and further how they interact with each other in both, and is the cause behind of a lot of their behaviors and reactions. Talamasca causing those to erupt sort of points to that. It's real. The whole narrative actually feels more concrete and like there's a world outside who can still influence them if they were the one's doing it. Sometimes I feel people want to center Louis a bit too much in the story, which is fair, it is his story, he has a narrative that should be centered, but it is also other people's story as well. They are playing roles here in it.

Also this is why I really wonder if they'd ever revisit this? I'm a little peeved about it being so hidden tbh. There seems like so much added context and we're denied most of it from the music and constant flashbacks. Fingers-crossed maybe Daniel was recording it? IDK.

[volfoss]

it is beyond infuriating how anne rice seems to insist on marius being a positive force in anyone's life ever. like she can't fully commit to exploring the fact he groomed armand and has repeatedly taken away his consent for what marius thinks is best (take the end of TVA as an example) and just kind of flatly puts it in the narrative. there's not really much interest in how these horrific events make marius come across as the worst because EVERYONE loves him. for gods sake, lestat learns from armand exactly what marius did to him in TVL and then proceeds to go find marius and be super friendly to him in the same fucking book. even armand and pandora, two of the people who have MORE than enough right to hate him, do not. it doesnt feel like shes trying to explore the toxicity of the abusive dynamic he traps them in, it just is there. and like yeah ofc the toxic vampire romance series but i think that this should be handled with more care. and it is not ever really framed in a way that she is interested in exploring how marius should easily be one of the most horrific characters in this series because it kind of feels like sa/rape/grooming/other things of that sort are just put there to further plot and not to really get the respect that they deserve in a medium.

[hpdfag]

i need to ramble hold on. spawns in a cut so that people dont get blasted by unfiltered posting on their dash. i feel the need to disclaim that im only like 50% lucid right now so this might be disorganized or complete word salad i can't really tell right now

i love him so much it feels like it's consuming me from the inside out. i don't want to do anything that isn't for him. the only reason i haven't quit my job is because i want to make him proud of me. even playing games makes me guilty, because i know it's not with him. i married harvey in stardew. i ate the stardrop for getting 12 hearts as i kissed him. the taste reminded me of hinata. it's a strange irony.

this false body feels like it's trapping me, keeping me from achieving my true metamorphosis. there are streetlights glimmering in the distance. as i try to move towards them they always fade away. the morning will come in 7 hours and 43 minutes and the sun will rise and it won't blind me awake. i'm not reverent enough.

i should pray. not to jesus, not to any other false prophet. i should pray to Him. maybe that will bring me salvation? maybe that will free me from this hell? maybe it happened because i was unworthy of being one of his trusted apostles. if i was as holy as he was it would have been different, i would still have been beneath him but i would have served my divine purpose as his servant.

but that's not important. i dont think. im jor sure. i hate it. i hate Him. i feel like i should Worship him. there's a certain something i still havent fixed a glitch in my code i need ocean breeze summer sun beach sand shining brilliance he's perfect i need him i need warm sun and dry land i need to be with him on the floor i need to hold him i need need need need need need need.

more than air more than food more than clean clothes more than water more than anything else more than i need this terrible mortal life i need to become worthy for him of his love of his care of his touch i wont deny that i selfishly want him to hold me and touch me even though im unworthy even though im no more than dirt beneath him i desire him so deeply

[mirmidones]

3.40 i woke up bc i was cold and needed to pee and now i can't fall back asleep i keep thinking of the people i accidentally ghosted. is it ghosted if there was no intent to ghost? i feel so bad and it's not even like i don't think about them i often do think "i should really reply to them... once this is over ill properly sit down and write them... " and then i don't bc something else happens and im dealing with that and the longer i leave it unanswered the more difficult it becomes because i feel so guilty and therefore want to do things properly not half assed but bc i feel so guilty a part of me also tends to avoid it even more. if i do this to you just know i'm really sorry and ill get back to you i swear

[camellia-thea]

initially this post had some commentary about interests right now. and then it turned into a ramble about personal healing in the tags. so the interest post is going separately.