#tw bruises mention

[snowe-zolynn-rogers]

Pairings: None

Word Count: 1,997 Words

Summary: The daycare crew are having a normal night. Or so they think.

Warnings: Injury, Blood, Gore, Amputation, Stabbing, Broken Bones, Eye Trauma, Bruises, Waterboarding, Aftermath of Torture, Aftermath of Violence, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Controlled Shock, Implied/Referenced Abuse, Prosthetics, Blindness, Partial Blindness, Trauma, PTSD, let me know if I should add anything else.

Abnormality

Tonight was unusually…normal. Sun was cleaning up the daycare for the day. Moon helping with things that needed fixing like the one bent bar in the play structure he was currently bending back to normal. Lunar was preparing for tomorrow like he usually did.

The only thing really missing was Solar. He wasn’t sitting at the security desk taking inventory of the children pre-checked in for tomorrow. Usually Solar would take great pride in making the list and taking note of any children with accommodations and making sure everything needed for the accommodations were taken care of.

But he was notably absent. None of the three had noticed this until almost halfway through closing procedure since Solar was usually to himself about it. But his occasional muttering that was not there was weird not to hear at this point. It was unnerving not to hear it, hear him giving little chuckles when the known rowdy or rambunctious kids were on the list.

“Sun, have you seen Solar today?” Moon asked.

“No, why, have you?” Sun responded almost immediately, almost as if he’d been waiting for the question to be asked.

“Guys, if Solar’s missing or something, we’ve gotta find him. He’s our brother too!” Lunar told them from where he was just finished with the coloring pages and crayons.

“I agree. I have to patrol soon anyway, I’ll go look-“ Moon was cut off by the heavy daycare door being opened and a form collapsing on the ground. It was a barely recognizable figure but he still knew exactly who it was.

The collapsed heap on the floor was dripping water, blood, and oil. Their right arm entirely missing with wires exposed and fizzling still. Their hair was clumped and tangled with water and oil and blood and what looked suspiciously like acid of some kind.

Their back had two knives stuck into it still, their face sitting against the floor with their clumped hair shrouding it. Their clothes were waterlogged and bloody and oily. Moon could also visibly see that their leg had been broken in two places at minimum.

“What the-!” Lunar screeched, looking at the person in horror at their state. In truth, Moon was shaken by it too. He knew he’d have to fix it, but the sheer amount of injuries was horrific. He couldn’t imagine how they felt.

“S-Solar?” Moon asked, shakily kneeling by him and moving his hair off his face. Moon almost vomited at the sight. Solar’s right eye was hanging from it socket and he had a large stab wound in the other, which was fizzling with severed wires.

“Please, no more.” Solar had a fraction of his voice, his voice box sounded broken and crushed, actually. And it was letting out white and jarring sounds as he begged for an end to the torture that had already ended.

Moon could see the damage to it visibly. His throat had handprints on it, deep and bruised in already. It sent fire through him. He wasn’t scared anymore, he was absolutely livid. He gently held Solar’s remaining hand and he didn’t care that his hand got covered in liquids as he put his hand on Solar’s head and pet his hair as best he could.

“You’re okay. You’re safe, Solar.” Moon tried to assure him.

“Please, Crescent, stop!” Solar’s voice broke and whirred like gears and a few musical notes played in Solar’s distress. But the words had hit Moon harder than Solar’s panic.

Crescent? The same Crescent he’d ran away from? Moon felt a whirl of emotions as he got Solar into his arms as carefully as possible, avoiding the knives that would have to stay in for now. They hadn’t just basically allowed Solar to be tortured all day with their neglect to check on him, but they’d left him at the mercy of his abusive brother who had somehow managed to get through dimensions.

“That’s…Solar…” Sun’s horrified voice came from nearby and Moon nodded to tell him he was correct. Moon could hear Lunar throwing up into one of the trash cans.

Moon felt something before he saw it, having been touching Solar. It felt like jolts. Moon’s horror grew seeing Solar had a few sparks and glitches before Solar let out a scream, filled with glitches and whirs as a controlled shock wracked his body.

With his proximity and contact, Moon felt the volts of it and it made his endo ache with sparks but he refused to put him down. He refused to let his brother hurt alone. He tightened his grip to give Solar what comfort he could and held him until the shock ended.

Solar fizzled and jolted with aftershocks, his body twitching and his mouth leaking oil and blood at the toll the shock took on his already battered body. He didn’t deserve this but Crescent had decided he did for whatever reason.

“Sun, take care of Lunar. I need to fix him.” Moon told him and called his fly wire. The hallway to his room would be too long of a walk. So fly wire to get up to the balcony it was.

Moon was at this for hours, Sun and occasionally Lunar coming in to check on them. But finally Moon had fixed Solar as best he could.

Solar’s leg had been set, the endo fused on the breaks and plating put in to support it. His new ‘prosthetic’ arm was tuned successfully and connected properly to Solar’s wires and his systems. Moon had managed to replace Solar’s right eye but the wires in the left weren’t salvageable so he’d put in a spacer replacement eye until he found a way to fix the wires and replace the eye properly.

Moon was working on washing Solar’s hair and face off the blood and oil when Solar finally woke up from his temporary power off. Solar jolted up, fighting something Moon couldn’t see and screaming once he felt the water and washcloth on his face and protecting his head.

In a blind panic, Solar swiped at Moon’s arms and it caused him to drop the bowl of water he was holding onto the floor but Moon gently held Solar’s hands, shushing him and slowly calming him down.

“Don’t do that again! Please, Crescent, please!” Solar hiccuped.

“He’s not here, it’s okay. It’s me, it’s Moon. You’re safe, Solar.” Moon assured him, bringing him up to sit so Moon could hold him.

“I…I was so scared…” Solar’s voice broke and it made Moon’s heart ache.

“I’m so sorry, Solar. I’m sorry we weren’t there when you needed us. But Crescent will never hurt you again, I promise.” Moon assured him, rubbing his back.

“N-No water. No more water.” Solar sniffled.

“Why no water?” Moon asked. Then the realization dawned on him. The water in Solar’s artificial lungs that he’d had to siphon out. The way water had only doused Solar’s face and hair.

“He waterboarded me. Please no water.” Solar hiccuped.

“Okay, we’ll use the sanitizer station instead. That way there’s no water.” Moon assured him.

“Don’t leave.” Solar whispered.

“I’m not leaving. None of us are leaving you alone. Not until we get that asshole and make him pay.” Moon rubbed his back as he helped him up. Solar was shaky on his net fixed leg but Moon held his arms around him to support him relearning to use the limb properly.

Moon got him to the sanitizer station and went in with him since he wasn’t stable yet and let Solar hide against him as the machine beeped and filled the pod with sanitizer mist.

Solar trembled a little bit Moon made sure he was comfortable against him and pressed his head against Solar’s, tucking Solar’s face into his neck. The machine whirred and dropped down the machine that Moon carefully put Solar’s hair into for it to use steam and sanitizer to wash it out.

For how scared he’d been, Solar was being incredibly brave at the moment, letting the machine clean him without water while he clung to Moon. Once Solar was sanitized, Moon grabbed a towel once the machine stopped and wiped off Solar’s face softly, avoiding his mouth and nose so it wouldn’t send him into a panic again.

He wrapped the towel around Solar after and led him out, drying him off of the mist and more so hiding his body so Solar felt like he had the security of not being nude. Moon didn’t mind to see his siblings naked, but Solar was newly traumatized, Moon didn’t want to add another layer of stress to the situation.

“I have clothes for you in your room. Do you want me there or to help you?” Moon asked.

“I can do it.” Solar told him. “Stay outside?”

“Of course.” Moon agreed, leading him to his room and Moon stood outside waiting as Solar shakily closed over but didn’t shut the door.

“How is he?” Sun whispered.

“He’s alright now. I’m gonna kill Crescent and present Solar his head as a trophy. The damage was so extensive I had to replace most of his internals.” Moon whispered back.

“It was that bad? It didn’t look that bad…” Sun looked at the closed over door in confusion. Sun was right, it hadn’t looked as bad as it had been.

“A lot of blunt force trauma to his internals. His abdomen was beginning to swell by the time I found the bleeding because it was so full of oil and blood.” Moon sighed. Solar had been in such horrible condition, he was glad he’d had enough parts on hand to replace everything and his computer had been able to synthesize new parts and the prosthetics.

“Moon? Sun?” Solar asked, slowly opening the door. Thankfully he’d managed to get dressed successfully, and he hadn’t needed help. Moon was a bit proud, he thought it would take longer for Solar to accustom himself to his new eye and new arm.

“Hey, Sol.” Moon gently brought him in for a hug.

“I’m really hungry. Can I eat?” Solar asked.

“Yeah, I knew you would be. I replaced your stomach. I told Lunar to make something light so you don’t stress all the new internals.” Moon smiled. He would be happy for Solar. Protective more so than normal, but happy Solar was home and he was safe and recovering.

“What did he make, do you know?” Solar asked.

“Well, he knows your food sensitivities so he made smoothies and chicken and pasta soup for dinner, I think.” Sun piped up.

“I’ll have to thank him.” Solar gave a little smile as he let the twins lead him to the kitchen in the break room that was usually for the daycare kids but they used it as their own kitchen as well.

“You don’t need to thank anyone for anything, we’re your brothers. We love you and we want to see you healthy and happy. Doing these things for you like making you food or fixing you even are small in comparison to how much you mean to us.” Moon ruffled his hair and Solar couldn’t hold back the teary smile and Moon loved seeing him smile. Solar was such a hard-working sweetheart, it was nice to see him relax and be taken care of , especially after something so horrible happened to him.

“I hear my big brothers!” lunar called out.

“Yeah, you caught us.” Sun chuckled.

“Get those tall butts in here and get your food. I already fed the kitties too.” Solar gave a laugh as he pet one of the cats sitting on the far end of the counter.

“Hi Ratchet.” Sun greeted his cat.

“My god, his name is Ratchet?” Solar asked with a laugh.

“Well, there’s Ratchet, Hatchet, and Bubble.” Sun told him.

���Moon?” Solar asked for Moon’s attention.

“Yes?” Moon asked back with a little chuckle.

“We’re never letting Sun name a cat ever again.” Solar snorted.

[sleepinginmygrave]

it's me and my bruised knees against the word

[ragatha-the-ragdolly]

So… how’s it feel to be big again?

It feels good...I kinda have a few bruises but...I'm okay.

[byakuyasdarling]

I wish I knew how to draw in bruises and dark spots a little better for S/I’s limbs — I used to be quite good at it. It’s one of those things that just take a bit of practice.

[cupidl0vesy0u]

Sooo update on puppy TomTom- blame @charlybvnny for this… the angst it infected me-

The arm was eaten by @nomsfaultau btw <3

[underoospeterparker]

hi! Im not quite sure if your requests are open at the moment, but I was wondering if you could possibly write a Poly! Marauders x reader? Maybe where the reader talks a lot and is ignored by parents and friends of is yelled at often for small nervous habits they do unconsciously? You don't have to ofc!

Love ur work!!

hi guys! i've been inactive for a while, trying to focus on schoolwork and things, but now i have some time so i thought i would write something! i'm sorry if i didn't respond to any requests, ill try to get those done asap. thanks so much! love u guys<3

to anon: ofc! hope i did this one right:) i kind of did it more hurt/comfort cause you guys know i love my comfort trope<3 also if you didn't want it like this, don't hesitate to send me another req if this was too over the top with the hurt, or you didn't like the tropes:)

warnings: implied and referenced abuse, mention of sirius's past trauma & abuse, feeling not good enough, insecurity, shy!reader, introverted!reader, bruises, hurt/comfort, crying

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"(y/n!)" you snapped out of your daydream, blinking your eyes lazily as your focus adjusted to your surroundings. "ignoring us is not okay, (y/n). you need to tell us why you are behind in your classes. you're not doing good enough. we need you to stop getting distracted and focus on your work." your dad scolded you.

"argus, don't you think you're being a bit too rough on her?" your mother said quietly. "i'm sure she's doing her-"

"eleanor, don't interrupt me," your dad said quietly. that shut your mother up, and she said nothing else. you felt for her in that moment, being trapped in a relationship where she couldn't say anything, couldn't voice her own opinions because they would get shut down every single time.

it scared you to think of ever being in a marriage like theirs. because of your parents, you had trust issues, and you didn't think you could let anyone into your heart because of how your parents ended up.

they were high school sweethearts, fell in love at the young age of 16. as a kid, you would look through old boxes in cupboards, filled with old pictures of your mother and father at your age. it was crazy to think that they too fell in love, just like you.

but how their love ended up petrified you. how they thought their love would never end but it did, when you were born. you'd never seen your parents happy, let alone happy together.

playing with your fingers to try and distract yourself from the conversation you were having, you thought of your own relationship with your boyfriends. it was the complete opposite of your parents. they were comforting, respectful, caring and they always loved you no matter what.

your thoughts were interrupted by your father's voice. "for god's sake, stop fidgeting like that!" he yelled, and grabbed your wrists tightly, making you flinch. you could already feel the bruises forming.

"i'm sorry. i'll work harder," you murmured, eyes focused on the floor. you couldn't meet their eyes. you knew you were a disappointment to them. it just hurt too much to even look at them.

THE NEXT DAY

hogwarts was made for gifted witches and wizards. although you were relatively smart, you had to work really hard to get good grades, as opposed to some of your friends who barely studied and still managed to get exceptional grades. it infuriated you.

you had managed to convince two of your friends to help you study, as they were really good at astronomy.

at the library, you were excitedly telling your friends about a new book you were reading. you continued, a huge smile on your face, saying, "and so then, the she finally gets together with him, and it's just so dreamy and i-"

"oh my god, (y/n)! are you done?" your friend snapped at you. she looked extremely annoyed at you, and once you glanced at the clock you saw that you'd only been speaking for a few minutes. you didn't get why she had to be so annoyed with you. you didn't do anything wrong, did you?

your smile dissolved, and you quietly said, "yeah."

your friend then proceeded to tell you guys about her new relationship with cedric, who you didn't care about in the least. "i'm just gonna go up to the dormitories," you said quietly, excusing yourself. your friends didn't even notice your departure.

what kind of friends were they? they hurt your feelings, always making you feel worthless, just like your parents. your boyfriends had told you they were both wastes of time but you had ignored them.

'where are they, anyways?' you thought to yourself as you looked around for your boyfriends. you needed them right now. tears pooled behind your lash line as you thought about what had happened.

you felt almost guilty for wanting to see your boyfriends. you didn't want them to pity you, and so you went up to your dormitory, which was completely empty at this early hour. falling face flat onto your bed, you finally let your tears fall.

a few minutes later, you heard a knock at the door, then a soft, "baby? are you in there?" it sounded like james, and you sobbed quietly at his voice, at the comfort it brought you even without seeing him.

"c'mon, let us in," remus said through the door.

"please?" sirius chimed in. "if you don't, we'll feed you to the rats."

"pads!" james whisper-screamed. "why would you say that?"

you smiled. they could easily cheer you up, even just their voices.

you grabbed your wand off the bedside and undid the lock on the door. your boyfriends came bursting in, not expecting the sudden movement, and they caught sight of you on your bed.

"oh, sweetheart," rem said softly.

making his way over to you, he pulled you into his lap and your legs encircled his waist. you let your head fall into his chest and his hand came up to smooth your hair. "shhh," he cooed into your ear. "it's okay."

jamie was already on the other side of you, thumb stroking your palm, already warming you up. you winced slightly as his thumb pressed on your bruise from yesterday.

siri sat on the bed opposite you, and his eyes darkened protectively when he saw the bruises lining your wrists. "pup, what's this?"

for a second you were confused, then you realised what he was talking about. your eyes grew wide as you said, "it's nothing, siri, I promise." you knew about his past, you didn't want to bring it up and have him do something he would regret.

"no, sweetheart," sirius put a finger under your chin, tilting your head so your eyes could meet his. "who did this to you?"

your eyes filled with tears and the anger on his face softened, but he was still inquisitive. "dad," you mumbled under your breath. "but it wasn't his fault, i was being a brat, and-" your tears came back full force, and you whispered, "and i'm not good enough for them." you laughed wetly, then continued. "my friends ignore me. they probably think I'm stupid and useless. i don't deserve to be here. it's all my fault for being friends with them. it's my fault for not working hard enough for my parents."

the boys exchanged a look over your head. their princess, believing she wasn't good enough? well, they couldn't have that.

sirius lifted his hand from your chin to cup your cheek. you leaned against the warmth radiating from his palm, tears still silently flowing down your face. "it's not your fault," he murmured. "it's never your fault. please remember that, baby."

"you deserve everything and more," james said softly.

remus hugged you tightly against his chest. "don't let anyone ever tell you different, princess."

you cried into remus's sweater, letting out everything you'd felt the past few days. they let you cry, knowing it'd be useless to try and get you to stop. you needed a good cry.

"i'm so-"

"don't you dare apologise." sirius's eyes grew serious. "otherwise we're truly feeding you to the rats."

you giggled, hand coming up to wipe your tears but james did it for you himself. they really treated you like their princess.

"i love you guys," you mumbled, sniffling quietly.

their faces softened. "love you too, bug."

[anjukaji]

♠️🃏♥️ I imagine deep down I’m absolutely paralyzed with fear, but there again, I’m so good at deceiving everyone else, deceiving myself is child’s play.♥️🃏♠️

[whump-in-the-closet]

Villain Whump Thoughts

when the villain only works for supervillain because they’re terrified of them which leads to a standoff between villain and hero

“They don’t control you!”// “Yes. They do.”

Villain accepting Supervillains hold over them matter-of-factly and not even denying it when asked. What would be the point of hiding it? The bruises are obvious enough.

When villain is captured by the heroes, and already knows that supervillain won’t send anyone to rescue them

they tell the heroes all of supervillains secrets, but the heroes still won’t trust them

after all, who would trust a snitch

the heroes can’t let villain go either, because they’re a menace to society and instead keep villain around

villain is nothing more than a warning, kept chained and humiliated where everyone can see

when the villain refuses to cross a moral boundary and supervillain makes them regret it

no one else knows what happened to villain but when they appear back on the streets they’re twice as fierce and without any of their hesitant kindness

They follow supervillains orders perfectly. They’ll never mess up again. Supervillain’s mark carved into their arm to remind them of the last time they messed up.

[thesewingmachine]

did you know that people can vomit hard/frequently enough that it can burst the blood vessels in their face and result in bruising?

[spreadingawarenessandlove]

FUCK ALL THE PEOPLE BASICALLY DEFENDING WILLIAM GOLD (WILBUR SOOT) BY SAYING HE'S AUTISTIC.

(starting notes: this is most likely going to be very much rambling and jumping from one thing to another. I am just very upset about the situation and what some people are saying about it and needed to clear my head.)

I, myself am autistic and ADHD and regardless of whether you realize it or not, you are stereotyping autistic people by basically saying that they don't know when to stop when asked and can't understand boundaries. Well!! spoiler alert!!! WE DO UNDERSTAND BOUNDARIES. AND IF SOMEONE ASKS US TO STOP IF WE'RE HURTING THEM/MAKING THEM UNCOMFORTABLE? WE WILL!!! WHY??? BECAUSE IT'S BASIC HUMAN DECANCY.

Autistic people are people too. With feelings, emotions, opinions, and boundaries. Just like every other human being on this planet. We are human, just with a more different mindset than most. And most Autistic people try their best to respect people's boundaries and to listen to people when they say no or to stop. If William Gold really is autistic and has a known habit of biting, he could have easily gone on Amazon and gotten a chewing necklace to help with the habit. They're like $5-11 and they almost always come in packs of 3-5 or more. I've had several throughout my life, and they really do help with said habit. So he has NO reason and NO excuse to be biting someone else instead. ESPECIALLY TO THE POINT THE PERSON IS SCREAMING AT THEM AND USING A SAFE WORD TO STOP.

And you people have to keep in mind that the biting isn't the only awful thing he's done to Shelby. He has physically abused her. He had pinned her down and had told her to try her hardest to get him off with full knowledge that she has been $e×ually assaulted before and then said something along the lines of that, he was so much stronger than her and that "she wouldn't be able to fight back". Had likely loved bombed her at the beginning of the relationship to make her stay(which, if you didn't know is a big red flag). Threw away almost all of her things after they broke up without even telling her. Manipulated her and gaslighted her (saying he wanted kids/marriage and then further into the relationship telling her he never wanted that & never said that) plus A LOT more.

Long story short:

-The autistic excuse is a load of fucking bullshit.

-PLEASE do some research about Neurodivergent people before you say anything relating to them online.

-While you're at it, research different kinds of abuse and manipulative behavior because you obviously don't understand that THIS? BITING someone to the point it HURTS AND THEY ARE SCREAMING? IS VERY CLEARLY ABUSE.

-Stop defending someone who already owned up to it (in the most shittiest and self-centered way possible, making it all about himself and also not even mentioning her NAME ONCE).

-Get off whatever social media platform you're on and either go play a game, go outside, read a book, or go to sleep if its late.

-And Always Support The Victim. NEVER The Fucking Abuser.

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(Final notes: I seriously recommend that you watch Shelby's VOD of you haven't and read these websites start to finish. You'll find a lot that relates back to William's behavior. Both inside and outside this relationship.

Shelby Shubble VOD

After reading them, I still recommend that you do more research about the topics I brought up. It could save your life one day.)

[surplus-of-sarcasm]

Romance Your Demons

TW: Blood, bruises, asphyxiation attempt, gun mention, violence

Happy late birthday, 🎂 @thelazywitchphotographer

"Darling," Villain growled, baring their teeth in a predatorial fashion.

"Dear," Hero replied languidly, although their eyes were glued to the criminal's balled-up fists, to their arched body, ready to pounce.

They were far too reminiscent of an old, married couple, something everyone and their mother never ceased to point out, much to both the crime-fighter and the evil-doer's chagrin.

The villain rammed into them, the hero's body slamming into the wall with an audible thud, the force just shy away from breaking something.

"Well, this is intimate," the hero scoffed, swinging their leg and slamming it harshly into their adversary's ribs, letting the criminal fall to the ground, spitting blood and a flurry of filthy curses out of their mouth.

The dagger-sharp smirk on the hero's smug face was arguably a more painful blow than that merciless kick. Villain had always been told that their pride would be the end of them.

Well, now it would be the end of Hero too.

Wiping the blood from their mouth, their fingers clawed around Hero's neck, digging into their skin, leaving scratches and bruises in their wake, ripping out shallow breaths from the hero's lungs as their pale face slowly turned a sickly shade of blue.

"You're not laughing now, are you, sucker?" they seethed, loosening their death grip around their enemy's throat by a mere fraction.

Gasping and taking greedy breaths of air, the hero still had the audacity to flash a dirt-eating grin. "No, I s'ppose not."

It made the villain wish to squash the life right out of the crime-stopper's body, to beat them to a bloody pulp on the sidewalk, to empty a gun (that they unfortunately lacked right now) into the jerk's head.

But it also made them want to pull them up against their chest and kiss the hero's cheekbones and bring that oh so pretty blush to their face and neck, one that they'd only seen because Hero was exerting themselves and not because they were flustered.

The hero had dark circles under their eyes and dry skin. They'd lost weight, and not in any way that was healthy, dropping muscle from what was once a gorgeously lean figure. They were young, but their eyes were a hundred years older.

But they were struggling in the criminal's vice-like grip, still fighting for what most would deem a lost cause, still grinning in that stupidly carefree way they did when they were just starting out, barely in high school and nowhere near as broken. And it was beautiful.

The villain wanted to curse themselves, so they did.

"What? Are we just gonna keep cuddling here together for all eternity?" Hero supplied in a mostly sarcastic tone, but the strange edge it had could almost be read as flirtatious.

Villain released them from the bruising grip on their neck, their nemesis took in great breaths of air, their body shuddering as they almost fell to the ground, only for the evil-doer to catch them with a steadying arm wrapped around their waist.

They couldn't even tell when the hero's face went scarlet.

"So, where's the part where you commit homicide?" they asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I'll save that for later, dove. Right now, you're all I can think about," they admitted, almost guiltily.

Surprisingly, they weren't met with another infuriatingly attractive, lopsided smirk. The look on the crime-fighter's face was nothing, if not utterly dazed.

"M-me? But I'm a mess. Like that one article so eloquently put it, I'm a cocktail of problems in a spandex suit with a few witty catchphrases," they replied, laughing humourlessly.

Villain's grip around their waist tightened subtly. "You're just tired. Sure, you could find great use for a physiotherapist, a haircut, a whole, new diatery plan, some basic skin care an-"

"Yeah, a whole makeover. No need to rub it in, though," they attested, only mildly irritated.

The villain rolled their eyes. "My point is, even through all this, you still manage to shine like a diamond in the rough."

"Oh so personality over looks? Got it," they chuckled slyly.

The criminal paused in their walk and pulled their enemy forward by the collar, "Do I have to spell it out for you? You're so goddamn hot even when you're not supposed to be, so awfully dishevelled, and yet here I am," they whispered, their lips almost brushing the hero's ear.

A tense moment of awkward silence passed as the crime-fighter pulled away from them, their eyes wide and their lips parted, trying uselessly for a few false starts. "So, where to now?" they said, straightening their posture gracefully and attempting to regain their composure, like the flustered mess of emotions from just a moment ago had never been.

"My place. We'll fix you up a little, and then we can go get something to eat," the villain replied, failing to keep the smile out of their voice.

"What happened to me being all glowing?" the hero teased.

"You're very lucky you're pretty," Villain snarled through gritted teeth, their hand resting on the back of Hero's neck.

They quickly tensed up, until the villain started to rub their neck, as though apologising for the damage they'd previously caused. The dark scowl was quickly wiped off their face as they watched the tightness dissipate from the hero's form. How had they not taken that adorable, little idiot out before?

"You're still good-looking, Hero. But you owe it to yourself to at least take care of yourself. Live a little." There was no mocking or cruelty, no sharp edges to their smile and nothing but gentleness in the villain's golden, honey brown eyes, making the hero's own hazel ones go as wide as saucers.

No one's ever talked to Hero like that, cared about them this way, or looked at them like they were a treasure. So, they nodded, hooked their hand into the villain's, placed a quick kiss on their forehead and allowed themselves to be lead forward.

The opposite of love is not hate, but indifference. Strong emotions often find themselves mixing together, melting into one another. The fine line between love and hatred defines itself by desire, a treacherous walk to make, but all the more worth it. And the heart can so strangely burn a different flame, beat for a whole new cause, adore what it used to despise, and admit what it so vigorously used to deny.

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[snowe-zolynn-rogers]

Let’s just say the twins get a lot of bruises. They’re too scared to tell Sun and Moon too. They do eventually let ‘Big Red Friend’ (aka Solar) see them though and Solar and Lunar have a very long talk.

Also, something I can’t stop imagining:

Blood Moon being manipulated by Roderick in a way they don’t notice at first but they gradually become more and more stockholmed by Roderick to the point they don’t remember how to do anything by themselves besides killing.

It gets to the point where Blood Moon is neglecting themself and Roderick is controlling their entire life and Blood Moon is simply Roderick’s servant and Blood Moon’s needs and health is neglected. If they get injured, the injuries don’t get treated because they ‘failed to properly succeed’.

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Bruises

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Alicia Clark x Male!Reader 

Word count: 1868

Warnings: Physical abuse and Sexual abuse

Y/N: Your Name 

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Alicia has been my best friend since we met in elementary school. She was always the sweetest and was the only one who befriended me. I was always an outsider in school because I was ‘nerdy’ looking. I had the glasses, always had my nose in a book, and was really shy until she came along. Alicia helped me get out of my shell and I couldn’t be happier. Sure I was still the ‘nerdy’ guy, but I wasn’t as shy anymore. People stopped making fun of me so much and I got a girlfriend. She was way out of my league as people would say, but we didn’t care. It was all nice in the start until she started slowly changing. I thought she was just stressed about all the tests at school, but boy was I wrong. It started with her being a bitch during our study sessions. 

“You really are a nerd, huh?” She asked with a slight sneer. I looked at her confused, but she quickly smiled and giggled. 

“Maybe you could just do this shit for me.” She pushed her schoolwork towards me. I shook my head and gently pushed it back. 

“If you don’t do it, you’ll never learn it.” I said with a small smile. She glared at me and shoved it back at me. 

“Listen here, you’re gonna do my work and get me good grades or there’s gonna be some consequences.” I was so confused. 

“Kelly, what are you talking about?” she just laughed. 

“You do my work and I’ll reward you like the good boy you are, but if you don’t I’m gonna punish you.” I tilted my head like a lost puppy and tried to wrack my brain on what she was doing. 

“Huh?” She rolled her eyes. She smacked me in the face and my glasses were crooked from the impact. I stared at her with wide eyes as she pushed her homework right in front of me. 

“Now, be a good boy a get to work.” I looked down at her work and just blinked a few times. 

“Well? Do you wanna get hit again?” I gulped and decided I would just do the work and chalk this up to her being kinky right now or something. She smiled as she saw me starting to work. 

“Good boy… Now I can reward you.” She crawled under her desk, I stared at her with wide eyes as she settled between my legs and pulled my half-hard cock out. 

“This is it? Pathetic.” She said but put it in her mouth anyway. I gasped as I felt my first blowjob begin. I closed my eyes and rested my head back. She pulled her mouth off after a few seconds and bit my thigh hard. 

“Ow! What the hell?” I asked, looking down at her. 

“I told you to do my fucking work, now do it.” She gave me a harsh glare. I quickly picked up the pen again and got back to work. It was hard to focus as she sucked my cock, but every time I didn’t she would hit me or bite me. I wasn’t sure this was how I wanted my first blowjob to go, but Kelly was so much hotter than I was and she was a lot more popular too, I guess I would just suck it up for now and try and enjoy myself. 

After that day everything in our relationship changed, Kelly became both verbally and physically abusive. She would make fun of me in front of her friend and wave it off as just joking. She would force me to do her work all the time and hit me if I didn’t. I tried leaving once and that just ended with her yelling and hitting me. 

“You’re a fucking nobody, Y/N! You’re just a fucking loser and should be kissing the fucking ground I walk on for even giving you the time of day!” She shouted and threw a shoe at me. It hit me in the neck and really fucking hurt. I was just so happy the heel didn’t hit me because that could have penetrated my skin. There was a nasty bruise, but Kelly just passed it off as an awesome hickey she gave me. I was trapped and scared. I knew I had to get help and I knew Alicia would be the one to help me. 

After I left Kelly’s place for the night I rushed over to the Clark household. I knocked on the door and Alicia answered with wide eyes. I probably looked crazy since I was crying and shaking. She instantly pulled me inside and sat me on the couch. 

“What’s wrong?” I sighed. 

“K-Kelly is crazy…” I whispered. 

“I could have told you that.” She chuckled but saw how serious I was. 

“Hey, come on, what happened?” She gently touched my arm and I flinched, her eyes widened.

“Y/N, please talk to me.” She begged. 

“Kelly has been hitting and sexually abusing me for months…” It felt so good to say it out loud. 

“What!? I’m gonna kill that bitch!” She growled. 

“No! Alicia, she’s crazy!” I grabbed her hands. 

“Hey, it’s okay. I’m not gonna let her touch you ever again. I’ll take care of it.” I shook my head. 

“No… she’ll hurt you too.” She gripped my hand tighter. I could see anger in her eyes, the fierce determination, She was ready to fight for, something I hadn’t felt from anyone in so long. 

“Y/N listen to me, you don’t have to be scared anymore.” Her voice was gentle but firm. 

“You’re safe here, and I’m not gonna let her hurt you ever again.” I tried to look away, the shame of it all catching up to me, but Alicia tilted my chin up, forcing me to meet her gaze. 

“You don’t deserve any of that.” She said softly. 

“She has no right to treat you like that and you shouldn’t have to carry this alone.” The relief of finally letting it out, to finally feel heard and understood, was overwhelming. I felt tears welling up again, but for once they were tears of relief. Alicia held me as I cried, her arms strong and steady. 

“We’re gonna figure this out, okay? You’re not alone, I promise.” She whispered, running her hand gently along my back. 

Alicia helped me make a plan, and for the first time, I started to believe that maybe, just maybe, I could be free. With her by my side, I felt hope for a new beginning, one without fear, where I could finally feel safe and whole again. 

“My Mom will know exactly what to do. She’s dealt with people like Kelly before, and once she’s involved, I promise, Kelly won’t be able to come near you again.” I hesitated. I trusted Madison, I knew she was strong, but letting anyone else in on this felt terrifying. Alicia seemed to sense my hesitation and her grip on my hands tightened. 

“Whatever you decide, Y/N, I’m here for you. We can go to Mom if you want, or we can take it slow. I just want you to feel safe.” Her words wrapped around me like a warm blanket. 

“Okay…” I slowly nodded. 

“Okay, let’s talk to her. But… can we do it tomorrow?” Her face softened and she smiled reassuringly. 

“Of course. You can stay here. I’ll make sure you’re comfortable. We can deal with everything else in the morning.” A wave of relief washed over me, and I allowed myself to exhale, feeling a little lighter. Alicia stood up, gently guiding me toward the guest room, but I paused, looking back at her. 

“Thanks for everything, Alicia.” She pulled me in for a quick, reassuring hug. 

“You’re my best friend, Y/N. I’d do anything to make sure you’re safe.” 

The next morning, I woke up with a faint sense of dread. The events of the night before rushed back as I blinked away sleep. But there was also a sense of calm and safety that I hadn’t felt in months. I knew today would be hard, but with Alicia by my side, I felt like I could face it. 

I made my way into the kitchen, finding Alicia and Nick sitting at the table. There were three mugs of coffee and a plate of pancakes sitting in the middle to share. Madison was at the stove finishing the rest of the pancakes. Alicia looked up and gave me a gentle smile. 

“Morning, how’d you sleep?” She asked, handing me a mug. I took a sip, savoring the warmth. 

“Better than I have in a while.” I admitted with a small smile. She gave me a reassuring nod and reached across the table to squeeze my hand. Nick raised a brow, but Alicia just shook her head at him. He shrugged and continued to shovel pancakes into his mouth. 

After breakfast, Nick left and it was just me, Alicia, and Madison sitting at the table. Alicia and I shared a look, and she gave me a nod, silently encouraging me. 

“Mom, can we talk to you about something?” She asked. Madison’s gaze shifted between the two of us, her expression immediately serious. 

“What’s going on?” I took a deep breath, feeling my hands tremble slightly, but Alicia reached over and held one. 

“Mrs. Clark, I’m… I’m in a bad situation.” I began, struggling to find the words. 

“My girlfriend, Kelly, she’s… she’d been abusive. She hits me, yells at me, makes me feel like I’m nothing… and she… she forces me to do sexual things. I… I don’t know how to get out.” Madison’s face tightened, a flicker of anger flashing in her eyes, but she kept her voice calm and controlled. 

“Y/N, I’m so sorry you’ve been going through this. You did the right thing by coming to us. No one deserves to be treated like that. We’ll help you, promise. Do your parents know?” She asked and I shook my head. 

“No… Mom’s been dealing with Dad moving out because of the divorce and I just… I didn’t know how to tell her…” She nodded. 

“We should tell her, but we can keep it between us for now.” I felt a wave of relief, but the fear was still there, gnawing at me. 

“Kelly… she’s dangerous, Mrs. Clark. I’m scared she’ll come after me if I try…” Madison leaned forward, her expression fierce and determined. 

“Then she’ll have to go through me first. I’ll make sure she knows that if she ever tries to lay a hand on you again, she’ll be sorry.” Alicia nodded, squeezing my hand tighter. 

“We’ll keep you safe, Y/N.” 

Madison helped contact some friends who could help get me a temporary restraining order against Kelly. She even said I could stay with them until I felt safe again. Alicia was by my side every step of the way, her support unwavering. Madison convinced me to let her talk to my Mother and explain everything that was happening. 

“You’re taking your life back.” Alicia whispered a proud smile on her face.

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the silence of the house is broken with a muffled grunt, followed by a tear. hands working carefully against bare skin, covering each gash and bloodied cut he could catch within his reflection. would have been a far easier task had he the means of healing it himself ( or if bibidi had been left with his magic ), leaving everything to scar up like the rest in typical, messy fashion.

didn't hold much luck in that department, or any department for that matter.

having come back home beaten, bruised and empty handed wasn't much of anything to celebrate. everything still ached as it should, phantom pains leaving behind a limp, and a steady discomfort with each intake of air.

yet, still, here he stood licking the wounds of his most recent outing. unable to leave things well enough alone when so much damage had already been done. if not for bibidi tagging along, dar'khol may as well have been buried a second time. that bird put up with far too much... and he couldn't be more thankful of that.

heaving a sigh, dar gave himself another look over in the bathroom mirror. checking over his work and placement of each bandage, gauze and wrap applied. carefully avoiding glancing over the left side of his chest all the while.

"he ain't gonna be too thrilled with me, is he...?"

a quiet musing that went unanswered, if only briefly. there's a smaller sound that causes a twitch in his ear, attention drawn to the small cat sat upon a shelf behind him. her yawn was his only answer.

he hated it, honestly. the quiet of it all, that is. aside from his feathered, and furred, companions... he'd been the only one to come home. no other voice to combat his own, not even a gentle buzz of his phone with an update. he hasn't heard a single thing and he's been doing all that he can to keep his thoughts in a positive light ( weighed down as they were by his own mistakes ).

the miqo'te breathes another sigh, fingers outstretched to fetch another bandage, noticing a spot he'd missed. he'd only managed a single pull of the wrap before his ears were shooting up, a pain swelling in his chest at the way his heart beat heavily.

the sound of the door being pushed open, the weight of those steps and the soft follow up of claws against a hardwood floor -- he'd recognize them anywhere.

with a clattering of medical supplies, thudding steps and boo's shrill, startled meow, dar'khol had sped out of the bathroom. practically tripping over himself as he rounded the corner and ran to the door.

"yuri!!"

it's the only warning he gave before barreling forward, all manner of approach lost in the clouded excitement ( and relief ) that consumed him so entirely.

arms had extended within a breaths time, flung around the other man's torso before he could even move through the foyer, just barely stopping himself from knocking the both of them over. every part of him hurt, throbbing from the pain of being forced through such a display of erratic movements. but he didn't care. not of the aching in his leg or arms, not the near crippling fire thrumming in his chest -- all he cared about, in this moment, was that yuri came home.

still in one piece, alive, real... he didn't know. didn't want to assume, refused to!

"where the hells have you been?!" words are hissed, but they hold no true anger. how could they? after everything dar'khol had put himself through, after all that was going on... gods, how could he be angry in the slightest?