#tw: emotional trauma

[lavendermage]

It’s not hard to be nice to you.

–––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––

Hello! I would like to request smth if your taking requests :)

That one thing you did, ‘A safe space’ or smth with the Diluc and Kaeya? Could you do smth similar except Reader is more… emtionally abused? 

thanks :)

have a nice day :DDD

–––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––

Characters: Child Diluc and Kaeya, Crepus

Genre: Hurt comfort, gender neutral child reader, not canon compliant.

TW: Child abuse, emotional abuse, breaking glass, food shaming (just learned that’s a phrase)

A/n: I finally filled my first request! (I actually copy pasted the request here to save it. I heard of stuff disappearing, and I wanted to make sure I had it.) And yes, requests are open and details are in my bio. I’m sorry for how long it took, my organizational system sucks. Tws are pretty specific, but I think they’re common triggers? Idk. Mildly concerned that my most popular fic is about abuse. I hope you’re all taking care of yourselves.

1.5k words

You, Diluc and Kaeya were perched on the bridge to Mondstadt proper, throwing bread to the birds. They crowded around under the bridge, swimming around to catch the food. The wind was cooling as the sun set. It would be time to go home soon. 

"I need to go back." You sighed. “You know how they get.”

"Your guardian isn't very nice to you." Kaeya said abruptly. 

You froze. "It's not a big deal." 

"It is." Kaeya insisted.

"They're just tired." You tried to explain.

“So are you, and you’re not like that.” Kaeya pointed out.

"We could have a sleepover! Then you don't have to be with them and they get a break." Diluc suggested.

"It's too much trouble. I don't want to bother you." You sighed.

"You won't. Our father is very nice." Diluc said.

"He is." Kaeya agreed, nodding.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes!" Diluc said.

You brightened. "OK! I'll ask my guardian." You discussed the details quickly before running back home. It was getting dark and you didn't want to get in trouble.

~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•

Your guardian's vice-like grip crushed your shoulder. It was possessive and made your skin crawl. They spoke in that fake-friendly voice they used in public. "Are you sure you want to deal with them?"

"It's no issue. From what I've seen they are a wonderful kid." Crepus said, a friendly smile on his face. "They're only staying the night, and the staff is used to kids."

"Not my kid. Can't do anything without messing up." They laughed. 

You felt your face flush. Not in front of him!, you wanted to scream. Mr. Ragnvindr was cool, you wanted to be like him when you grew up. You didn't want him to think you were useless. You kept your mouth shut though, even as tears stung your eyes.

Mr. Ragnvindr noticed your discomfort. "My own sons can be a handful too sometimes. They're still learning."

"Alright, but if they burn the house down don't say I didn't warn you." They laughed again, a cruelness undercutting it. It was harsh on your ears and it took everything to not flinch.

“We have a pyro vision in the house. It wouldn’t be the first time something caught fire.” He joked and he looked at you as he said it, trying to reassure you.

~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•

"Dinner’s spaghetti!" Diluc eagerly pulled you into the house. "The cooks make the best tomato sauce!"

The delicious smell greeted you as you walked in the door. Your mouth watered just thinking about how good it must taste. 

Kaeya had sat already, waving excitedly for you to sit next to him.

Crepus appeared holding three wine glasses in one hand and a bottle of grape juice in the other. "Welcome! Take a seat." He gestured to the seat next to Kaeya.

You did and Diluc sat on your other side. 

“Can I pour the juice?” He asked. 

“Of course.” Crepus handed him the bottle. 

You watched as Diluc uncorked it and poured it carefully into each cup, twisting the bottle after each pour. His brows furrowed in concentration as he did it. As soon as he finished he set down the bottle and looked for his father’s assessment.

“That’s my boy!” He smiled proudly. “You’ve learned so much. You’ll be a bartender in no time.”

You should be happy, but jealousy tugged at your heart. Why wasn’t your guardian like that?”

“Let’s eat!”

You dug in. The food was so warm and the pasta had the perfect bite to it. “Al dente’ or whatever Diluc had called it. You didn’t know how to describe food the way he did, but it was delicious. You scarfed down the whole plate in seconds. You froze, fork in hand. He was going to yell at you. You had eaten too fast, too greedily, and he was going to yell at you. Pig. 

But he didn’t. All he did was ask if you wanted seconds.

“Am I… allowed to?” You asked nervously, waiting for the rant about how greedy you were.

“Of course. Eat as much as you want. You need to eat so your body can grow. The boys eat enough for five men, it’s incredible.” He laughed. 

Adeline brought another bowl and whisked the empty one away. 

You ate slower this time and your eyes kept darting up to monitor Crepus’s face. He caught you once and just looked back sadly. 

“Are you enjoying your meal?” Diluc asked, a serious expression on his face. He was practicing his host etiquette.

You panicked slightly, your mouth was too full to talk. You swallowed quickly and nodded. “It’s really good.”

“Tell Adeline, it makes her really happy when Diluc and I like her food.” Kaeya added.

You nodded again. “I will.”

Dinner ended soon after. You made sure to thank Adeline when she came by again.

“It’s no problem. I’m glad you enjoyed your dinner.” She smiled sweetly. “Diluc, Kaeya, please collect the plates.”

“Can I help too?”

“Of course. Just stack the cups and put them at the head of the table.”

“Ok!” You did as you were told and collected all the cups. As you walked to the head of the table to put them down, you tripped. You caught yourself but the cups fell out of your hands and shattered on the wood floor. It was silent. Not for long, you thought, readying yourself. You fell to your knees and reached to pick up the shards of glass, trying to reduce the punishment.

“Y/n, stop!” Crepus’s loud voice broke the silence.

You did, fear freezing the blood in your veins. Tears pooled in your eyes and then slipped down your cheek. Apologies spilled from your lips. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I promise I didn’t mean too, please don’t be angry, I won’t do it again.” Your words were interrupted by your own sobs and sorries. 

Crepus carefully walked up to you and crouched at your level. “I’m not angry. I don’t want you to touch the glass because you’ll cut yourself.” “It was an accident, I swear, I’ll pay you back-”

“I know it is. You don’t have to pay anything.”

Kaeya’s cold hand rested on your shoulder and Diluc stood a little to the side.

“You know what, I’ll show you how little of a problem this is. We’ll clean it up together. Kaeya, Diluc, get the broom and dustpan from the pantry.”

“I can-”

“You don’t know where it is.” Diluc pointed out.

“My sons can handle this task, no need to worry. I’m just glad you caught yourself.”

You stared at him blankly, confused.

“It would have been worse if you got hurt instead of the glasses.”

“It… would?” 

A pained expression crossed his face. “Of course.”

“I’m sorry I made you sad.”

“I’m an adult, it’s not your job to worry about me.” He rested his hand on your head and started petting your hair when you didn’t flinch.

“We’re back!” Diluc held a broom in his hand while Kaeya held the dust pan.

“Thank you.” Crepus turned his attention back to you. “I’ll hold the dustpan and you’ll sweep the glass into it, ok?”

You nodded and Diluc passed you the broom. Your hands shook as you swept but you finished up quickly. “That’s all?”

“Yes, see? It’s not a big deal. Now who wants ice cream?”

Both boys raised their hands.

“And you?”

“Aren’t I being punished?”

“Of course not. What flavor do you want?”

“Cho-chocolate?”

“You got it!” Adeline appeared out of seemingly nowhere and took everyone’s orders.

Three little bowls of ice cream came out, each with beautiful little spoons. Chocolate, raspberry, strawberry. You ate yours, still sniffling from your tears earlier. 

“Do you want to taste some of mine?” Kaeya lifted a spoon of raspberry.

“If it’s alright…”

He plopped a spoonful into your bowl.

“Mine’s a little soupy, but you can still try.” Diluc poured a little of his ice cream soup next to Kaeya’s raspberry. His pyro had melted it.

You sniffed and rubbed at your eyes.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you sad.” Diluc panicked. “Is it because the ice creams mixed?”

“You’re so nice.” You sobbed.

Crepus put a hand on your shoulder. “It’s not hard to be nice to you, and even if it was, it would be worth it.”

[treesusedtotalktome]

[angela-the-fox]

Jeez,why could people who almost got bonkers to the people who i misunderstood or mistook it on purpose.

What am i?A stupidity to you??

If somebody asks me a single "everything" you can add.

One word:"Cramps"

So,nah-ah-ah.Not so fast friend.Whenever you try to refuse this.Or I'll block you forever.

You should be ashamed to yourself to say bad comments about this.

Evelyn:Oh no.....

Michael:Please,anyone.Don't say that she didn't warn you about upsetting her art.

[ninjastormhawkkat]

What’s their breaking point when it comes to their emotions (when they’re bottling something up or trying to cope with something, etc)?

Gene and the chaotic four.

👀

Gene's is when he is forced to relive his past either through words or seeing the results of the past event that traumatized them. -loosing Carl and his best friend -the mind reading device accident -Maddrix's massacre Jenkins' breaking point is when someone keeps yelling at him and harshly criticizing his faults or seeing injustice happened to his loved ones

Patricia's is seeing reminders of her wife Tiffany or having to deal with reminders of her jerk family. Archie's breaking point when he deals with visual images of what Moran did to him. Also seeing Sunshine get hurt and blaming himself when it isn't his fault.

Hugh's breaking point....I think it would be stressed induced from his medical work. He would shut down if he saw his loved ones hurt extremely bad.

[franki-lew-yo]

"I'm Glad my Mom Died" is intense

LOTS of really good quotes. Jenette really is a great writer I'm as envious as I am in shock.

The book isn't the most explicit horror ever but maaaaan does it get personal with disorders, nervosa, and - ugh! - the sheer manipulative abuse of a manic depressive person (and also borderline white trash hoarding. Felt right at home). It's as hard hitting as it is funny.

The idea that Jennette got heat for the title alone is asinine. Me personally, I'm not glad my dad died, but like hell can you tell me I shouldn't still be mad at him. The relationships me and Jennette have with our specific parents and their disorders are night and day but she really hits the nail on the head of being so retrospectively angry at a parent, so right in tearing them apart, yet still so sad about their passing. In real life, you don't get these epic cartoon character shutting out their abuser moments when your abuser just self-destructs or fades out. You picking up the pieces of what kind of a person they were after doesn't make you forgive them, it just makes you sorry for them in a real angry kind of way...

I guess if there's anything I am glad for in my own life, it's that I was going through my own family trauma and never developed any fondness for iCarly when it was airing, so I'm happy that I know her because of this rather than her Nickelodeon work. See the two short films she posted cuz she's a pretty sweet director as well!

I wonder if she'll write any fiction books...

[ghostchems]

spark.

She is the unheard woman. She always sits and listens. Her thoughts swim in her brain as she tries to get a chance to speak - but it never comes. She nods. She smiles. She says “we should do this again sometime”.

She goes home.

Home.

She is excited to have some time to herself. She wants to write, draw, design, create. More importantly, she looks forward to decompressing after a long day

She sits down at her desk and opens her laptop. Her phone buzzes, then rings. She stares at the name. Her stomach is in knots. She picks up her phone and stares at the message.

I just have something to tell you quickly.

She doesn’t have a chance to reply because her phone rings again. She puts it on mute. She gets a text message. Then another. Then another. Then another. Then another.

She looks. She knows she shouldn’t. 

Answer me.

Look, I just have one thing to tell you.

Answer now.

She submits.

I can’t talk.

It was the truth. She didn’t have it in her. The creativity that was driving her moments ago begins to dwindle.

Answer me now.

You make everything worse.

What is wrong with you.

Pick up the phone.

There is something wrong with you. I said I had one more thing.

Answer me. 

Answerrrr.

Now.

All she wants is to have some peace and quiet by herself. She is distressed but she holds firm. She puts her phone on do not disturb.

She leans back in her chair and sits in silence. Her phone no longer lights up. She doesn’t do what she had planned to do. Instead, she just sits. After a moment, she checks her phone. 

27 missed calls in 10 minutes.

Tears well up in her eyes as her frustration and sadness materialize. Then, she is numb. She retreats to her bedroom and shuts the curtains, the sun still leaking into the room.

She climbs into bed.

Her spark is gone. 

[jesidres]

Never before have I seen someone put into words how different empathy and sympathy are, and how sympathy can actually do more harm than good.

[sentientsky]

ask and u shall receive, @actual-changeling

(beautiful art, op! i cried! 10/10!)

innocence died screaming

(honey ask me, I should know.)

~~

please don’t repost

(shop prints here!)

[dying-weeds]

[its-simply-just-krys]

“Mouthful of Forevers”, Clementine von Radics

[lostmf]

By 11 shit was already fucked up

So I would be still 5 I guess

[treesusedtotalktome]

=(

[infinite-beginnings]

The line when Charles said, "Edwin's told me loads of stories about Hell," and him seeming to know he'd find a map in Edwin's book always hits me hard.

Now I acknowledge Charles might’ve been posturing to reassure the Night Nurse he could navigate Hell, but let's assume this fact was real.

Because that means that Edwin felt comfortable enough to talk about all of his trauma to Charles. He mentions Hell a lot in passing in front of the girls, but he never goes into specifics. However, it seems as if he actively told Charles quite a few details about Hell. I also noticed that Charles is very calm when he's going to find Edwin. Yes, he's studying the book a lot, but he is also navigating the space with a certain amount of confidence. I'm sure it's partially due to Charles' tendency to do things without thinking and project confidence. But also, it seems as if he might have at least a very basic level of knowledge or familiarity with the levels of Hell based on the stories Edwin told.

I think this is probably another reason why Edwin struggled to believe the fact that Charles had faced abuse in his past and never shared it with Edwin. Because Edwin was always up front and honest with Charles. He told him the very first time they'd met that he had just escaped Hell. I'm sure Edwin did not want to relive his memories of Hell, and maybe it took him decades to feel like he could share. But I bet when he started talking about it with Charles, he felt relief. Because sharing your trauma with someone who accepts you and loves you no matter what is always a relief after holding it in and pushing it down.

So I just imagine Edwin feeling that relief after sharing his stories from Hell and feeling closer and more bonded with Charles because of it...and then he finds out that Charles has this huge amount of trauma from his past that he has been keeping inside. It probably breaks Edwin's heart that he hadn't been able to offer Charles the same relief he'd felt.

And yes, Crystal mentioned that Charles was probably denying the trauma even to himself. We all know that Edwin knew something was off with Charles and that he was probably frustrated in himself because he hadn't been able to figure it out, but Crystal apparently had.

But I also think there might be another level to it. The boys have been solving cases for 30 years. I find it hard to believe that they never had another case involving abuse or at least someone with a controlling personality that would've reminded Charles of his father. Maybe Edwin thinks back to a couple of those cases and how Charles was acting strange and withdrawn during them and realized he'd missed a huge clue about how his friend was feeling.

All those years of sharing his stories from Hell and being comforted by Charles and Edwin hadn't been able to do the same. Edwin is definitely hurt that Charles didn't feel like he could confide in him and heartbroken to think about how much pain his friend was going through alone.

[sparrow-the-tired-lesbian]

here’s a friendly reminder for survivors of any sort of abuse that

It wasnt your fault

You are strong

You didnt ask for it

No one gets to invalidate your experience

If someone invalidates your experience, you get to dump their ass

[multistoty]

//ooc:

My mother just sent me thirty seven texts about how I should take my feeding tube out because now that I’m over 120 I’m fat and therefore no longer disabled and if I need motivation maybe my cat should leave

[pain-is-my-game]

Parents really do traumatize you and then force you to reparent yourself instead of being a capable human being who can contribute to society like a normal person. Sorry I can't get a well paying job right now I'm trying to learn coping mechanisms.