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acosmicbee · 3 months ago

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Would you be open to wring a yandere parental woman who’s like a mob boss and wants a child but can’t have any so she finds reader who already doesn’t have a good home life and like kidnaps her into making reader her kid?

Bad Home, Good Kid

TWs: Implied child abuse, referenced drug abuse

Artemis was supposed to have everything, and she almost did. She had the good looks, the large mansion, the perfect control over the city. To any other mafia boss, this would be enough, but not for Artemis.

She was missing the one thing she wanted, the one thing she craved. A dream that had been brutally ripped away from her after a failed murder attempt. She'd never tortured any man for longer, pain mixing with the anger as she made him suffer.

After all, if his bullet had hit just a little higher, if he'd had better aim, her uterus wouldn't have been hit. She'd still be able to have a child, just the way she'd always dreamed. In the mansion the bedroom next to hers had always been saved for a nursery or kids bedroom. But now...? Now, she'd have to find some other way to have the child she'd dreamed of.

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It was a cloudy day, but there was no forecast of rain so you went to the playground. It wasn't a good neighborhood you lived in, there were more than a few unsavory characters on your floor of your apartment building alone. But most in the area followed the moral code of the mafia, if only to avoid becoming a target, and that meant children were to be left alone.

You were often the only child at the playground. You'd get the swings all to yourself, going back and forth for hours at a time. You never had to wait in line to go down the slide or play on the monkey bars, but it wasn't as fun as it seemed.

You've seen things, things no child should have to see. There was a reason you spent as much time as you could outside, pretending you didn't have a home to go back to. There was a reason you knew to never investigate any sudden sounds, especially sharp cracks.

Today there seemed to be a lot of those a couple of blocks over. The sounds rang through the air as you sat on the swing, swaying back and forth. It was easy for you to disassociate from the noises, letting your mind wander somewhere away from the trauma. Instead of the swing, your mind took you to a ship, one that swayed in the waves and carried you far far away.

A small smile crossed your face as you thought to all the shows you'd watched that showed the ocean. The pretty blue water and warm sun. The gentle swishing sound as it came into contact with things. You never noticed the sounds stopping, lost in your daydream as you swung back and forth.

You eventually stopped swinging, the delusion fading away as you got a little dizzy. You let the swing slow, your shoes dragging against the ground as you tried to decide what you wanted to do next. You glanced up when you heard a demanding voice nearing the playground.

A woman, flanked by a couple of others, walked down the sidewalk. Her voice was sharp and cold and she carried herself with an air of command. You noted her clothes, dressed way too nicely to be from anywhere near this neighborhood. You also noticed the gun in her hand that she was cleaning while she walked.

The swing set creaked as it finally came to a stop and all of a sudden you were looking into icy blue eyes. She stopped dead in her tracks, staring at you, and you felt a pit of fear in your stomach as you stared back. Getting noticed was never a good thing, especially not by someone who stood out.

With a trembling hand you released one of the chains, hesitantly waving hi to her. Almost instantly her demeanor shifted as a warm smile crossed her face. The gun was instantly moved out of your view as she waved back, murmuring something to one of the others with her.

You breathed a sigh of relief as they left, your legs shaking when you finally stood up from the swing. You didn't feel like playing anymore, but going home was always the worse option. Instead you tucked yourself out of view on one of the play structures, hiding from the world for as long as you could.

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"I need info." Artemis' tone was sharp as she approached a man standing on a street corner. He just groaned, looking more put off than anything.

She pulled out her phone, showing the man a picture. There was a flicker of recognition in his eyes as his posture shifted to be more defensive. "What do you want with the kid? I thought it was your rule to leave kids alone."

"I'm not going to hurt them." She said, her voice cold as she glared at him. "And I don't appreciate the insinuation. I want info on their parents and that means info on them as well. Trust me when I say the kid will be fine."

His posture relaxed just a little as he glanced around before speaking. "They're crackhead Corrine's kid, bet you can guess why thats her nickname. No father in the picture, nor has there ever been one as far as I'm aware. Kid's name is Y/N..." He paused before leaning in closer. "They're a good kid in a bad place. Between you and me, someone should've called CPS on Corrine a long time ago."

"And why haven't you? Especially if you're implying what I think you are." Artemis asked. Her gaze was sharp and accusatory, but her info broker didn't flinch, long since used to her intimidation tactics.

"You know the first rule about living here? Mind your own business. If you don't, you'll probably end up on the wrong end of someone's gun. If someone ever traced the CPS call back to me, I'd be labeled a snitch and be shot dead in a week. My job is to give you info, not to act on it. That's your job." He said defensively.

"Where do they live?" She asked, already preparing in her head. She'd need to have your room ready quicker than she expected, not wanting to leave you in a bad situation.

"136 Whittaker Street, I think floor 6 but I'm not sure the exact apartment number." He said, taking a cigarette from his pocket and lighting it.

"If anything happens to the kid, you call me. Immediately." She finally said, slipping him some cash for his information. He just grinned, counting the bills as she walked away.

"Pleasure doing business with ya."

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You started to find little gifts left for you in the playground. At least, somewhere in your mind you realized they were meant for you. They were always left on your swing, brand new and clean. Even if you tried to rationalize it as someone coincidentally losing things over and over, you knew the gifts were supposed to be for you.

Sometimes, when you played with the jump rope that had been left or one of the balls, you'd see that same woman. She never stayed for long, usually just waving at you before disappearing to go do whatever it is she was in this neighborhood for.

Everything seemed to come crashing down the day you came home late with a small stuffed tiger tucked under your arm. You weren't expecting your mother to be home and flinched when she suddenly grabbed you, pulling you into the apartment.

"Look at you, you little thief! Did you steal that off some other brat?!" She yelled, grabbing the toy from your arms. She dragged you into the kitchen, hissing mean words and calling you names.

She let go of you for a second to grab a pair of scissors which she used to decapitate the poor toy. When she turned to you, still holding the scissors and a dark look in her eyes, you ran.

You darted out the front door and down the staircase, never stoping even though you landed on your ankle funny coming off the stairs. The streets were dark and the worst of the worst were starting to come out, but anywhere felt safer then that cramped apartment.

In your panic, running for the only place you felt safe, you never noticed the man under an awning on the phone. You didn't notice how his eyes followed you or how he subtly stepped further out onto the street to block you mother's view before you turned a corner, leaving her with no clue of where you'd gone.

You slipped through the gate of the playground, panting as you stumbled onto the play structure. Your ankle was throbbing and it felt so hard to breathe over the panic you felt. You started quietly sobbing, trying to force your body to take in air.

You weren't sure how long you sat there, quietly panicking, before you heard the roar of an engine as a car parked somewhere close. There was the squeak of the playground gate, followed by the sound of high heeled shoes on concrete.

You peeked out, seeing a woman standing in the middle of the playground, frantically looking around. It was the woman who always watched you, the one who dressed nicely and waved hello every time she saw you. This time when she saw you she approached the structure quickly.

You were too worn out to run and could only sob harder when she pulled you into her lap, holding you close. She was warm, so warm compared to the cool night. Her hands stroked through your hair as she gently soothed you, helping you find your breath.

When she stood, she took you with her, carrying you towards her waiting car. You hadn't been carried in a very long time and the feeling of being so close to someone without being hurt was novel to you.

She helped buckle you in, holding your hand as her driver started the car. The gentle movement of the car was enough to put you to sleep, your head against the window as the darkened city streets passed.

"Don't worry now, love. I promise you'll never have to run like that again, to be scared like that again. Your mommy will protect you, for now and forever."

#platonic yandere #yandere platonic #yandere #yandere oc x reader #yandere x reader #platonic #yandere ocs #parental yandere

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dadupbuck · 5 months ago

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January wrap up

So I haven't really had the energy to make separate posts lately, BUT I started track what I read and bookmark, so here is a list of all the 911 fics I bookmarked in January 2025!

Edit: I tried adding the author's tumblrs but couldn't find all of them. If you are/know any of them, please let me know :)

Please, please, please by bookinit

buck doesn’t touch eddie anymore. eddie’s losing it, a little bit.

You'll Never Find Me Trying to Leave by DuoOfDiaz

Eddie and Buck are overjoyed that Christopher has returned from Texas. They organise a Welcome Back to LA party in his honor and it goes off without a hitch. Buck wonders whether the after party moment is finally the time to tell Eddie how he feels.

Please don't say I'm too much by buckleyys118

a comment from Tommy causes Buck to spiral. Eddie fixes it.

Born with a weak heart by foxwatson

the one where eddie won't touch buck once he wakes up in the hospital, and buck goes absolutely bonkers bananas about it

If I loved you less by spaceprincessem

Buck can't use his phone for two days. Eddie sends him text anyways

If You Need Me, You Know I'll Be There by soft_satan

Eddie’s heart dropped to the bottom of his stomach. “Buck? What’s wrong? Are you okay?” “No,” Buck laughed, breathless and bitter, just on this side of hysterical. He sniffled again, sounding like he was trying to stop himself from crying. “C-could uh… could you come get me? Please?”

Out of ashes by ashavahishta

“They found Buck.” Hen’s hand goes to her chest. Chim stumbles like he’s been hit, hand curling around the back of a chair for balance. And Eddie - Eddie’s knees give out. He’s lucky there’s a chair right under him because he just buckles, head in hands, trying to remember how to breathe. “Is he - did they - what…what did they find?” “He’s alive.” “What?” Eddie’s head snaps up.

I Did It All (To Make You Love Me) by sirencalls

Honestly, Eddie is just trying to find the pair of boxers he knows he left here last week.

Won't you kiss me on the mouth (and love me like a sailor) by hirarih

Buck discovers he’s in love with Eddie, rants about it to Maddie, and doesn’t realise Eddie is right behind him.

I can read between your lines (dizzy from the spinning) by buckleydiazy

“So, theoretically,” Eddie sounds absolutely delighted, “if we didn’t know each other, you’d hook up with me in a public bathroom?” “Theoretically—I mean, do you want a serious answer?” Eddie hesitates for a moment. “Yeah,” he says quietly, all traces of humor gone from his voice. “Tell me.” “Probably,” Buck says. Then a little firmer—“Definitely.”

Not Doing This Alone by carpediaz

The one where Eddie hires Buck as a nanny for Christopher and has to navigate falling in love with someone he shouldn't want (who definitely wants him in return).

The kiss that lingers by greenbergsays

5 times Eddie kisses Buck's birthmark & 1 time he doesn't.

Was I even on your way? By rangerdanger

Buck gets reminded of something that happened he'd rather forget.

This Could Be Our Year; Don't Let Go of My Hand by allisonRW96

After a routine call at the studio of a wealthy, eccentric fashion designer, the 118 find themselves invited to a masquerade ball on New Year’s Eve. Buck thinks it will be a perfect time to kiss Eddie. Eddie thinks it will be the perfect time to kiss Buck. Someone else has more sinister plans.

Rhythm of Your Heart series by devirnis

the 118 run a front restaurant for money laundering, and accidentally adopt the Buckley siblings

Baby mine by Fizzlespin

When Maddie tells him about Daniel, and being born for spare parts, Buck doesn't know what to do. Hurt, confused (and drunk), he goes to who he always goes to in a crisis for some calm, fatherly advice. But Bobby isn't home and Athena is left to pick up the pieces.

A minute from home but I feel so far from it by cozycatwriter

He thinks to anyone watching him that they might think he’s just lost in thought. He’s leaning against the pier fence, avoiding the bench this time around. Or maybe he looks like he’s about to throw himself off the wooden walkway and into the rocks below. He’s not sure which would be true. “Because you’re exhausting. We all have our own problems but you don’t see us whining about it.” He’s been back at station 118 for only a few shifts but it’s like the world has flipped upside down and he’s found himself within an alternate universe. Like Stranger Things.

Hen Wilson's Four Part Guide to Making Your Stupid Friends Date by songbvrd

When Buck and Eddie aren't speaking, Hen decides to take matters into her own hands.

50 Cheeky Texts by songbvrd

Buck gets drunk-dared to send Eddie one cheeky text every day for 50 days. Eddie loses his mind. TW for the cringiest pickup lines in existence.

You warm me up (inside and out) by becausebuckley

after a shift leaves buck tired and shivering, eddie takes him home.

See y'all next month 🫡

#911 #buddie #911 on abc #buddie fanfic rec #buddie fanfiction #911 abc #buck and athena #911 ao3 #911 fanfiction #fanfic rec

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bunni-v1 · 5 months ago

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Pls the thing with Jamil from your Yuu being wary of scarabia post and why he kept Yuu around like that. Elaborate I’m begging you it’s too interesting of a dynamic before and after. I can pay you in my adoration keep it up here!

🍓Okay so I really haven't touched twst in a long time, but this idea continues to haunt me. I think about it so frequently, and I've been into twst again because of Malleus statue, so I decided to revisit this concept. It's more of a big long ramble, but I do hope you like it <3

TW: Manipulation; Creepy behavior; Power imbalance; This IS written with implied romance (but it's pretty fucked up and toxic); Possessive behaviors; unedited

Info: Jamil x Reader; Angst

Disclaimer: Jamil is an incredibly complex character with very contradictory actions throughout the whole of book four. This is my take on his character, and it may not align with how you view him. It's important to note that the only canon interpretation of his character is what is in-game and official depictions.

Post referenced

Jamil is very aware of you far before you're aware of him. He makes it his job to know who to avoid, and you're very high up on that list. You have a reputation that he's pretty certain you're not fully aware of, and trouble seems to follow you wherever you go. It's not really something he wants to have to deal with.

For whatever reason, though, he does end up bringing you back to Scarabia. In part, this is almost a power play on his part. You make him have a sense of power he doesn't really have with anyone else around NRC, even as vice housewarden. You rely on him, and your naivety is something addicting to someone who craves power. Not to mention he also considers that you could help him sell his story much better.

Kalim abusing the magicless, helpless human from another world would only make his case for upheaval all the better amongst his dorm members. So to start it's all part of his plan, a means of stroking his ego.

However, the issue comes in when he makes a genuine connection with you. You are kind, generous, and understanding with no real ulterior motives -- a genuineness he hasn't really experienced before. Of course, he doesn't actually open up to you much. He keeps you pretty distant, despite how he does his best to play up that warm and welcoming persona. But he does give you crumbs of his real struggle, shrouded in manipulation.

He finds himself... attached. Jealous of any time you spend with Kalim, wanting to keep your attention on him, and desperate to sell the idea of Kalim as a monster to you more than others. It's an odd feeling for Jamil, who doesn't usually care for more than surface-level appearances and feelings. It's just another addition to his ultimate overblot, and he's quite terrifying when he does finally blot.

One of the very first things he does is isolate you from your "friends" (if you can count the tweels and Azul as friends at this point), making sure your attention is on him. He wants you to worship him, he wants that reliance that he craved so much in the time you spent together, he wants to feel powerful. Next to you, he feels so very powerful.

I don't even believe he would do anything violent or too cruel, mostly just worshiping and demanding attention and praise. It's not much different from what you normally go through, though a little less blatantly violent and aggressive. That's what makes it so awful to you, though.

Before everyone else was just blatantly being... evil. Jamil manipulated, lied, extorted, and so much more. You liked Jamil, you genuinely thought he wanted to be friends with you and meant well. He reveals otherwise in your time (sort of) alone with him, and it really shakes you up. It would shake anyone up.

What's worse is you don't have time to process all that terror and anger and betrayal. Everything happens in such quick succession, one moment you're being kidnapped and the next there's a grand celebration. It's all too much for your brain to process, and it only gets the chance to do so when Ace and Deuce -- your safe space -- come to get you.

Your reaction, on the surface, seems incredibly dramatic. Collapsing and sobbing until your throat is so raw you can't make noise, but after the trauma you've endured, it's wholly reasonable. Jamil falls into the former way of thinking, believing you're just being overdramatic and theatrical. You'd been through many overblots at this point, with much more powerful sorcerers... this reaction is a bit much...

After all's said and done, though, Jamil doesn't spare you much thought. Of course, there is a lingering sense of... something. Not quite guilt, not quite regret, just an ache that he doesn't have the time or energy to address himself. He's far too busy dealing with his own reputation and wellbeing to bother you.

Your sobs, though, they keep him up at night. He has dreams where he hears them tear through the silence, and they continue to ring in his ears long after he's woken up. He isn't sure why it's bothering him so much, it really shouldn't, but it does. It's a constant nag at his conscience, just a bug that he swats away when he doesn't want to think about it.

He doesn't have to confront it until he comes face to face with you during VDC auditions. The genuine terror on your face when he looks at you, like he might overblot then and there again, it's sobering. He'd seen that look a million times on his parents faces, horror as they face punishment from the Asim's. It's not a face he'd imagined he would be the cause of -- not a face he wanted to be the cause of.

It hits him hard in that moment just how... evil he was. He knew he was bad. He's fully aware he's selfish and the stunt he pulled was something unspeakable in a lot of ways. Yet, he never thought he would have to deal with someone looking at him like that, someone thinking of him the same way he thinks of his captors.

It's just his luck that he can't avoid you, ending up on the official VDC team and literally living in your space. It's not just you, either, both Ace and Deuce seem to hate his guts with a passion. Grim voices that anger all the time, and Kalim doesn't help the tension with his guilty puppy demeanor. You do end up forgiving Kalim, thanks to Kalim finally making an active effort by himself for once. Jamil won't lie and say it doesn't make him a little jealous, but he also fully understands he doesn't deserve your forgiveness.

He doesn't push or pull, he just allows you to do what you will. It's not his place to push or pull, you are the only person who can decide what you need. He won't apologize unless you seem to want him to by seeking him out, he won't ask for forgiveness unless you seem willing to give it to him. He just allows you to be, which is quite honestly the best reaction you've gotten from any former overblotees.

He, of course, ends up confessing this all to his sister. Heavily edited and censored, for her own wellbeing. Najma tells him he's a moron, but encourages him to make amends with you, or at least try to let you know he's sorry. Without him knowing, she even talks to you about it a bit when you visit the Scalding Sands. There is a notable shift in your comfortability around him after it, though he doesn't know why this is.

He does eventually get the chance to talk to you, though you have to approach him. It's a quiet night when it happens, and he just couldn't sleep and the warm air in the dorm was making his skin far too hot, so he takes a walk and ends up outside of your dorm. His guilt led him there like an idiot, a rare show of vulnerability.

You, who also couldn't sleep, saw him out there and invited him despite better judgment. He accepts, despite his own better judgment, and finally, you talk. He expects anger and hatred, but of course, you cannot manage that even against him. You are understanding and gentle, even with the way you tremble as you speak. He gets to apologize, genuinely, for scaring you and doing the things he did. Explains that he, at some point, was genuine about his friendliness with you. That he did like having you around, but all of that means nothing with what's already happened.

Whether or not you two fix things and are able to be friends is up to you, but you do both get closure.

#bunni's treats 🧁#x reader #twst #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #jamil x reader #twst jamil #jamil viper x reader #jamil viper #twisted wonderland jamil

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redfoxwritesstuff · 11 months ago

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Posting schedule: Friday Misdemeanor, and Wednesdays for one the occasional one shot. Tag lists are always open.

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A Misdemeanor Of The Heart

For MisD, please see the linked dedicated masterlist.

For Eternity (Completed)

Banner by @redvexillum

Alastor x Angel!Wife Oc (Isabel) Rated: Adult Warnings: This fic contains sexual content, explorations of consent within Angel Dust's contract in relation to sex work, Sexual assault, Possessive and obsessive behaviors, Power dynamics, Adam being an ass, kidnapping, Vox is in hell for a reason, Val is in hell for a reason, Vox has a weird thing for Alastor, Angel Dust is sweet as pie, murder, revenge, implied sexual assault and harassment, miscarriage and death.

Summary: Isabel died young, leaving behind her husband to pick up the pieces. Finding herself in Heaven, she waits for her husband to join her. And waits. And waits. Years and decades pass as she faces the realization that Alastor may not be joining her in Heaven, leaving her largely alone in a realm of double standards and fake smiles.

She must decide if she is going to move on from her marriage or do whatever it takes to reunite with her husband. Would he even still want her? Would she survive the dangers to find him? Would the cost be worth what could be gained?

Is Heaven really Heaven if the one you love isn't there with you?

Chapter 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13

Another day in Paradise (On hiatus)

Pairing: Eventually Alastor x OFC, later- light Alastor x ofc x Lucifer Rated: Adult for eventual smut Content warnings: It's Hazbin Hotel- this feels redundant. Sex, eventual smut, referenced implied suicide to be discussed in more detail later, drugs, drinking, poor coping, toxic behavior, controlling behavior, cannibalism, idk, it's fucking Hazbin Hotel, if it's worth a content warning it's probably going to come up at some point? Religious trauma. reader has a name/is a oc.

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4 (slated for rewrite)

A Taste of Sugar

Alastor x reader Rated: Adult for smut TW: blood kink, bondage, reader with trauma from food insecurity Summary: As you work through the trauma of your life and starving to death, you dismantle your stash of snacks for what you hope will be the final time. Snack cakes, cookies and crackers are given to everyone around you, except one resident in the hotel whom you knew wouldn't enjoy or consume the treats. Then, as the flow of treats tricked to a stop, stash dismantled, small brown boxes containing treats began to appear at your door. Simple, delicious and seemingly homemade treats without so much as a note.

He watched and he waited, each week for your offer. Each week, no offer came and again he left his gift at your door. Why would you not think of him? Why would you not see him? What did he have to do for you to consider him?

Chapters: 1, 2

Wild Flowers (One shot)

Alastor x reader Rated: Adult, 18+ Content warnings: Sex pollen trope and related questionable consent due to intoxication, oral (f receiving), multiple orgasms, knotting, praise, dancing that shouldn't be that sexy, biting, a touch of blood drinking, female masterbation, some possessiveness, Alastor being a bit of an ass

Summary: You had always loved flowers, so when you found a patch of pretty purple wildflowers growing in the small forest behind the hotel, you didn't think twice about picking a small handful to bring back to your room. While they smelled lovely, you were wholly unprepared for the side effects of exposure or the repercussions of offering the terrifyingly handsome Radio Demon a smell on your way to your room.

With your body burning from the inside out with an overwhelming need and a displeased Radio Demon pushing his way into your room, you have no idea what you're in for.

All you wanted was to pick some flowers but you got so much more.

Audio version brought to you by @nyx-umbrakinesis, Pt1, Pt2, Pt3, Pt4, Pt5, Pt6.

Steamy Situations 18+ (One shot)

Alastor x reader Rated: Adults only Warnings: Smut. It's shower smut. Female bodied reader. Careful with your shower sex.

Summary: You're hot and bored and your husband is busy working. If only there was a way you could distract him, get some of his attention and cool off. Audio Fic credits: Read by the lovely @nyx-umbrakinesis (Audio fic part 1, part 2)

Read me to sleep? (One shot)

Alastor x reader Rating: G Summary: After a long, shitty day out and about you drag yourself home to the hotel to seek shelter and comfort in the one place you knew you could find it.

From events:

Antler Play (Alastor x Doe!Reader)

CW: Lightly used incorrect deer facts, ruts and seasons, insertion of an item 100% not safe or intended for insertion, light fem receiving oral, female masterbation Summary: Alastor, having just rode out his rut alone is faced with the startling realization that you, a fellow deer demon in the hotel, have not just come into season but your first season since your death. Alastor is left unable to mate you due to the poor timing but finds other ways to see to your needs and trick your body into thinking the deed has been done.

Mine (Alastor x Doe!reader)

CW: Smut, blood, knots, ruts Summary: Alastor and his Doe have weathered the passing of the seasons, though he has failed to define their relationship and she's been too afraid to ask. Now, Alastor's Rut is upon him and it's time for her to return the favor. *Follow up to Antler Play*

Curiosity (Alastor x Reader)

CW: Sensory deprivation, established situationship, smut, porn with way too many feelings, love confessions. Summary: Alastor overhears Angel Dust telling you about Val's latest thing- sensory deprivation. Curiosity wins out over sensibility.

Not afraid Of A Little Blood (Human ALastor x Reader)

CW: Public sex, period sex, vaginal fingering, licking fingers clean Summary: Out at Mimzy's Speakeasy for a night on the town, Alastor finds himself feeling rather amorous and isn't swayed by your monthly condition or the public nature of the location. You find your will crumbles as he shows he's simply not a man who's afraid of a little blood.

I Own You (Alastor x Reader)

CW: Suicidal thoughts, suicidal actions, Anxiety, depression, shitty fuckin mental health, Pissed off Alastor, possessive Alastor, Branding, blood as lube, Toxic ass relationships, self doubt, smut, mirror sex Summary: After getting a bunch of comments telling you you're not good enough for Alastor, old demons come back to life in your mind sending you to embrace the coping mechanism that sent you to hell in the first place. Alastor stops your plans in their tracks and is rather displeased by your actions.

A Pirate, A wench and Whisky (Alastor x Reader)

CW: Closet sex, drunk sex thus murky consent, clothed sex, p n v sex, cream pies, thigh riding, biting, blood drinking Summary: Charlie decided hosting a costume party would be the best way for the residents to celebrate the season and for the hotel to get some grand publicity. Dressing up wasn't optional. Though you were proud of your bar wench costume- not too skimpy but just skimpy enough, not everyone announced their plans.

The result was a bar wench that did everything you could to avoid the red pirate, drowning your anxiety in shot after shot of whiskey only to find yourself cornered by the very man you could hardly look at when you made an attempt to retire for the night.

Incomplete Summonings (Demon Alastor/Alastor shadow x Human reader)

CW: Creampie, temperature play, demon summoning, virginity, light blood, Sex with Alastor's shadow, Sex with Alastor, human Vox cameo Summary: You summoned a demon to remove your romantic competition from the equation. When your sacrifice was far too little, earning you only the shadow of the demon you had called, you had to find something else to sacrifice to pay the price.

Stuff You like a What?! (Alastor x reader)

CW: Tentacles, gags, edging, orgasm denial, established relationship, suspension, cream pies Summary: As your lover is just about to reach his finish, you complete a dare issued by Angel Dust. The unexpecting words leaving your mouth leaves Alastor's finish in ruins and he is a man that feels an eye for an eye is far too merciful...

Knife's Edge (Human!Alastor x reader)

CW: Knifeplay, stranger sex, smut, creampies, dub con Summary: Stepping away from the party, you tried to get some are. It's a chance encounter with a dangerous stranger that leaves your dress ruffled, your panties missing and you facing some new facts about yourself.

To the Beat of the Music (Human!Alastor x reader)

CW: Smut, sexual harassment, 3rd person, pussy slapping. semi public sex, smut, creampie. It's fucking. Summary: When a flapper won't take the hint that Alastor isn't interested in her, he has no choice but to shut her up and make a point. Sometimes, punishment can be pleasure.

A Monstrous Broadcast (Monster!Alastor x reader)

CW: Post Stayed Gone Monster Al, Size kink go brr, Blood, DubCon, belly bulge, broadcasting sex, cream pies, cum painting... Summary: You were sent to Alastor's Broadcasting tower to tell him something just in time to catch the tail end of Stayed Gone. Alastor is in a rather unique mood and in terrifying form as he decides the best way to work his excess energy off is with you.

Birthday Cake (Alastor x reader)

A short birthday fluff with a splash of angst

Home is where the heart is (One shot fluff)

Vox x Reader Rated: General Warnings: I accidently spilled a little angst on the fluff serving. Sorry?

Summary: You're cooking dinner when your secret boyfriend comes home. Caught up in the moment, confessions are made and hearts are put on the line.

A Bed of Electric FLowers (One Shot)

Header done in part by the wonderful, amazing, fantastical @redvexillum

Vox x ReaderRated: Adult CW: Sex pollen trope, sex toy use, female masterbation, Vox's glowstick dick, way too many tv details, Male receiving oral,

Summary: A unexpected floral arrangement is delivered to your door as you're trying to ignore the lingering absence of your flat faced boyfriend. When Vox returns home and finds you in a compromising position, he's eager to assist even without a clue as to what has you so worked up.

Sister Dearest (One shot)

Requested: Vox x Alastor’s!Sister!Reader rated: Adult

Summary: Sneaking out of the protection of the protection of your brother's district was dangerous. Not only did you risk Alastor's wrath, you risked catching the eye of some unsavory characters. While you could meet many friends upon the streets of the forbidden tech district, you find Vox and his alluring promises of a good time.He knew of your brother and seemed to hold no animosity, surely he was a friend to the Radio Demon, right? Surely you could trust his company, right?Right?

Power (One Shot)

Vox x Reader Rating: Explicit 18+ Warnings: Porn without plot, Power dynamics, Secretary reader, Choking on dick, Office blowjob.

Summary: Vox is wound tight after his on air showdown with the newly returned Alastor. The show must go on though and you have just what he needs to get into the right headspace to move forward.

KittyCat (Vox x Kitty!Reader)

CW: Public sex, heats, electric play, collars, public nudity, breeding, creampie Summary: Being a cat demon, you suffered some of the most extreme heat cycles in all of hell. Every few weeks you went out of your mind with the need to be bred. It didn't matter who, when, where or how.

It was a good thing you belonged to Vox. But what happens when your cycle sneaks up on you, slamming into you a little earlier than expected while Vox is at a meeting? Can you make it to your powerful lover before someone else takes you or will you fall for the first male you see?

Quiet In the Theater (Human!Vox x reader)

CW: Power dynamics (Boss/assistant), Public sex, public fingering, public cockwarming, edging. Summary: As a reward for years of diligent service, your boss rewarded you with a movie date. Except, it wasn't a date and you watching the movie was more of a chore... Follow up to: Dressing Room but not required to be read together

Package Delivery (Vox x Reader)

CW: Roleplay, Electric stim, Blowjobs, doggy style, p n v sex, she really corny porn dialog, oops I spilled a little angst Summary: After working too many late nights and canceling too any dates, Vox decides to make it up to you with an unplanned surprise. New desires are unlocked and explored as two lovers who’ve been apart for too many nights fall back together.

What’s more romantic than a stiff, cheap VoxTek delivery uniform and a new work laptop, anyway? Follow up to Home Is Where The Heart Is

Teaching Him A Lesson (Lucifer x Reader) (Cucked Alastor x reader)

CW: Drunk sex, Dub con due to drinking, cream pie, breakup rebound sex, noncon cucking, fem receiving oral, bondage for Alastor Summary: After being dumped by Alastor, you soothe your heart at the hotel bar. Lucifer is more than willing to listen to your sorrows and even indulge you when you take Angel Dust's advice of fucking your way over Alastor. Unfortunately, when Alastor sees you slip into your room with someone else, he regrets his choice and Lucifer decides to teach him a lesson.

Lost Flowers (Lucifer x Human!Reader)

CW: Sex pollen, compromised consent, smut, oral sex, fingering Summary: Imps doing whatever the fuck they did dropped a sex flower in the human world and it's Lucifer's problem as the king of Hell to find it. When he finds it, picked up by you, he has a obligation to help you ride out the effects.

Praise Be Thy Tongue (Lucifer x reader)

CW: oral, fem receiving, slight praise kink Summary: After turning your back on Heaven in favor of the man you had fallen in love with, you present yourself to Lucifer asking that he show you the ways of pleasure…

What's This (Lucifer x Fallen!Reader)

CW: Cock ring, overstimulation, pleasure Dom undertones, wings, Luci a bit in his feels, Begging, praise, multiple orgasms Summary: Lucifer's lover, a newly fallen Angel continues her exploration of sinful pleasure as Lucifer teaches her what the cockring she found in his nightstand is for. Follow up to Praise Be Thy Tongue

Hot and Cold (Lucifer x Fallen!Reader)

CW: Wax play, Ice play, Ice put inside the body, Oral, It's just smut, don't put ice cubes up your whooha, only use body safe wax for wax play Summary: Lucifer treats his newly fallen love to a picnic and on a whim decides to expand her pleasurable horizons using the ice from the champagne bucket and the wax from the candles.

A follow up to Praise Be Thy Tongue

Titties (Adam x Reader)

CW: Titty fucking, large breasts, Adam being adam, oral, cum shots, facial Summary: Adam and his new, large breasted lover have been fucking like rabbits but you're tired and sore. Adam though, in love with your curves will gladly take the chance to lavish your chest with some affection.

The Original Dick (Adam x Reader)

CW: Rough blowjob, semi public blowjob, m receiving oral, stalking, reader is a bit craycray Summary: After repeated encounters with Adam at work, through the hole, you have no choice but to follow him in hopes of finding an organic way to meet again. When you're less of a skilled stalker than you thought, you're faced with the repercussions of your actions. (Follow up to crash landings)

Crash Landings (Adam x Reader)

CW: Rough sex, Dub con, sex pollen, degradation, pussy slapping, fingering, compromised ability to consent Summary: After taking damage to his wings, Adam has no choice but to make an emergency landing in a clearing of purple flowers, unaware of the unique flora of hell. While he waits for his flight feathers to regrow, he's met with some rather unexpected side effects of exposure to Hyperrigidus Purpureus pollen. His luck this extermination had been shit but when a pretty little demoness all but trips over him, he is pretty sure his luck was about to change.

Satin Ribbons (Adam x Reader)

CW: Smut, Adam typical degradation Summary: It was once a year that you got to see your angelic lover. A romantic, or perhaps just sexual, tryst you waited all year for. This year, you dressed yourself in something you hoped Adam would think about all year long. (AU follow up to Crash Landings)

Joint Broadcast (Alastor x reader x Vox)

CW: Cheating, Dubcon, brat taming, Anal, double penetration, caught cheating, nonconsensual broadcast Summary: You thought you could have your cake and eat it, too. In this case, your cakes were Alastor and Vox in romantic and sexual relationships. Sure, you didn't disclose your entanglements with the other but what were the odds they would find out? When the unexpected comes to reality, you're left alone with two angry men who could end your existence. They intend to punish you but in the last way you expect…

Casting Call (Valentino x Reader)

CW: Sex machine, sex work, casting call for adult films Summary: Having grown tired of scraping by, you attend a casting call for the leading pornography studio in hell. You're surprised to find the casting call takes place with the head director himself, Valentino. Same Reader as Crash Landings

Fallen For Glory (Sinner!Adam x reader)

CW: Glory holes, sex work, Oral (M receiving), fem masterbation Summary: Seven months after your fated encounter with the First man, you struggled to get him off your mind. Even after a unexpected failed early extermination and the broadcasted slaying of Adam on the battlefield, you couldn't get him off your mind as rumors of him being reborn, sentenced to hell himself made it impossible for you to let go.

And then, sitting in the both of the shitty glory hole joint Valentino ran, you heard his voice once again. Rumors were true. Adam lived and your obsession was fueled by nothing more than the taste of him on your tongue.

This was the best day at the office... Follow up to Crash Landings

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bloody-cupcakes · 1 year ago

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Yandere/dark Tenth Doctor x reader; he helps you celebrate your birthday

Tw: yandere/dark content, soft yandere, threatened force feeding (it doesn't happen though), implied kidnapping/Stockholm syndrome, gender neutral reader, the Doctor uses affectionate pet names such as star, angel, and love, brief swearing, referenced past hypnotism/mind control

A/N: it's my birthday and I happen to share it with none other David Tennant himself so naturally I had to write something a little dark with the Tenth Doctor in order to celebrate 🥳🎈🎂

The bed dipped down beside you as you tried to play it off like you were still asleep. "Happy birthday, star," the Doctor softly cooed in your ear, gently shaking you as you laid there. Obviously he figured out you were faking. "It's time to get up so I can give you your gift."

You pressed your face closer into the pillow and let out a defiant huff. "I don't wanna," you whined quietly, almost too quiet for him to hear. As much as you might've enjoyed your birthday before, you'd recently been dreading its approach due to the circumstances you found yourself in.

Part of you had hoped that maybe he wouldn't remember, and then you could say you didn't remember either if it ever came up in further conversation, but unfortunately you had no such luck. You didn't even question how he knew it: at this point you didn't want to know where he got any additional information that you didn't willingly give up.

"I said, it's time to get up." His tone was a bit more forceful than before; it made you gulp nervously and sent shivers down your spine. "I don't want to have to repeat myself again, understood?"

"Yes, sir," you responded obediently, your voice sounding timid and meek as you slowly sat up in the bed. "I'm sorry." You stuck your bottom lip out and widened your eyes, trying to make yourself look as innocent and unsuspecting as possible, something you knew he always fell for.

"I guess I'm just a little upset that I won't be getting to spend today with my family." It could very well have been a bold faced lie, but he didn't need to know that. It wouldn't matter, anyway. You knew he wasn't going to take you back home, but at the very least you were hoping for some sympathy, which you got.

"Oh, angel..." His voice went back to its usual soft spoken tone as he pulled you onto his lap, his brow furrowed as his eyes filled with concern. "I know you miss them, love, but I can't take you back. You know that. Besides, this is your home now." He gestured to your room inside the TARDIS, one that he filled with items he'd taken from your old place.

Against your better judgement, you cuddled up close to him on his lap, nuzzling your face into the side of his neck. You inhaled the scent of his aftershave, something that you thought you'd always hate when he first took you. Now, though, it provided you some much needed comfort whenever you were feeling down.

"I'm going to go get your gift, okay? I'll be right back." You made a soft noise of protest as he slipped you off his lap and back onto the bed, watching as he got up and left the room. Pouting, you crossed your arms and just sat there, waiting for him to return.

The Doctor soon returned, carrying a plate with a large slice of birthday cake on it. He chuckled upon seeing the grouchy look on your face. "I told you I'd be right back." He walked over and took a seat back on the bed, setting the plate down in front of you. "Boy, you must've missed me an awful lot, hm?"

You stuck your tongue out to show you didn't appreciate his teasing. "Careful, otherwise your face is going to freeze like that." He picked up the fork and stuck it in the slice of cake, breaking off a piece before holding it up. "Look, I got your favorite."

Knowing exactly what he wanted, you kept your mouth shut, refusing to eat the piece of cake on front of you. If you were in a better mood, then maybe you'd be fine with it. After all, you'd grown used to him feeding you, even if it was a tad bit degrading.

But today was just not the day for all of that. You couldn't be sure exactly what time it was, as there wasn't a clock in your room, but you were fairly certain he'd woken you up just past midnight . Honestly, the nerve to not even let you sleep on on your own birthday.

"I don't want any. I'm not hungry," you mumbled as you looked down, not feeling brave enough to meet his gaze, even if you were openly defying him by refusing the "gift" he'd gotten you.

"Very funny, star. I woke you up early, so now you're going to be a brat and refuse to eat your cake," he said sarcastically, rolling his eyes at you. "Look, would you just eat it? It's only one slice, love, c'mon now."

"No. I said I don't want to," you blurted out in frustration, glaring at him. The moment his eyes darkened, you felt your blood run cold, realizing you'd made a mistake. "I- I'm sorry, I'm just a little tired-"

Your poorly made excuses were cut off quickly by the Doctor's harsh tone. "I don't care how tired you are, do you hear me? We are going to sit here until you eat every damn bite, if I have to force it down your throat."

A loud whimper of fear escaped you at his scolding tone, causing him to let out a sigh as he recognized he'd gone a bit too far. "Love, I'm sorry, alright? I didn't mean to be so rough sounding with you," he gently reassured you as he shifted closer to you on the bed.

Deciding it wasn't worth it to fight him (despite how much you really didn't want to be held), you allowed him to pull you onto his lap for a second time. "I'm sorry, angel. I didn't mean to upset you in that way," he spoke in a low and soothing voice while wrapping his arms around you.

"You were mean," you choked out as your eyes began to fill with tears. Although it was ridiculous to believe, especially with no proof, you always thought he'd done something that made you much more emotional and sensitive than you used to be, just so he could have the chance to comfort you.

(Technically your suspicions weren't all that far off, as he'd asked a favor from his best enemy back when he first took you. He figured that maybe if you were more docile and submissive it'd be easier to make you stay with him, so he convinced the Master to hypnotize you in an effort to change the chemistry of your brain and make it so you'd be dependent fully on him. Of course, you didn't know any of this, though it wouldn't have surprised you even if you did.)

"I know I was, love, and I'm sorry." He reached over and moved the plate, resting it on your thigh as he picked up the fork again. "Just eat this, then you can go back to bed, okay? I promise." The offer was certainly tempting, and the cake didn't actually look (or smell) that bad.

"Okay," you sniffled in a small voice, opening your mouth just enough for him to stick the fork in. The taste of the buttercream frosting hit your tongue first, the silky smooth texture followed by the fluffiness of the cake. The Doctor smiled in delight as he watched you eat it.

"Good, good. There you go, see? I knew you'd like it." He broke off another piece from the slice and held it up to your mouth again, feeding you in almost the same manner a mother would to her child. "You're doing so well for me, star, I'm so proud of you."

You felt your face heat up in a blush at his praise, humming happily as you continued to eat. His words of encouragement pushed you to keep eating, even if you weren't really that hungry to begin with. A full belly and an empty plate later, you were finally done, licking your lips clean of icing.

"See, that wasn't so bad, now was it?" He placed the fork on the plate and set them both down on the bedside table. "Did you enjoy your gift, star, hm? I thought you might like it, seeing as that's your favorite."

As you were still savoring the final bites of the slice of cake, you nodded your head eagerly. He grinned in response, glad to know you'd liked it. "Good, I'm glad." Noticing there was some icing smeared on your upper lip, he leaned in and dragged his tongue across it suddenly, an action that left you both shocked and flustered.

Laughing at your reaction, he gave your lips a quick kiss before saying in a low and suggestive voice, "I'm sorry, angel, I just couldn't resist. You looked too sweet not to taste for myself."

Too embarrassed to say anything, you turned and buried your face into his chest, which only caused him to laugh harder. "Oh, star, you're always so easy to tease." He ran his hand up and down your back in a comforting fashion, smirking playfully.

A soft yawn could be heard coming from you as drowsiness started to overcome you. "I'm really tired, can I go back to sleep now?" You asked in a sleepy mumble, looking up at him with eyes that were droopy as an effect of being woken up in the middle of the night.

"Of course you can, love. I won't keep you awake any longer." He pulled the covers over top of you before flicking off the lamp beside the bed. Pressing a loving kiss to your head, you could hear him faintly murmur just before you drifted off to sleep: "happy birthday".

#a birthday gift I wrote for myself that I'm deciding to share 🥳#doctor who #tw yandere #dark fic #doctor who x reader #dark doctor who #doctor who fic #yandere doctor who #tenth doctor #yandere tenth doctor #dark tenth doctor #tenth doctor imagine #tenth doctor x reader #10th doctor #10th doctor imagine #10th doctor x reader #david tennant x reader

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owlofinterest · 26 days ago

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The Owl bares his teeth at the Bat in a parody of a smile. That one will be the first he sends his Talon after; he'll have his Crimson Claw bring her to him, make her watch as he forces her precious "brother" to swallow her flesh.

The Owl will eat her heart himself.

The strong always feeds on the weak.

He rises, his Prey obediently pliant in his claws. He brings it with him out of the restaurant to where a vehicle awaits. The shadows above him glint with reflected lenses as the Talons witness the acquisition of a new brethren.

The Owl sits in the back of the vehicle and forces his Prey to kneel at his feet. Seats are for people. The Prey is trying not to shake as the Owl strips it, throwing the clothing and phone out to the Talons who will lay false trails.

The vehicle begins to move. The Owl will bring this lost Talon back to the fold. It will be trained. It will become the Owl's personal Crimson Claw, as he is the one to have found it.

The Owl is shaking with anticipation. He could start some lessons early. The Prey ducks its head with a disgusting, frightened sound as the Owl unbuckles his belt, energized at the power he will soon wield.

The Prey will learn.

WRECKING YOUR DAY prompt

Two separate secret organizations want to use Brad as a political hostage because he is a connection to the Wilsons and the Waynes.

Brad's mun said lol go for it

Eleanor was having a good day. She had tended to her garden, watched the mint and blackberries battle for a while, and now she was going to head out for lunch with her brother

And THEN she noticed two very shady individuals watching the cafe. Good day ruined because that was absolutely going to be a her problem. She decided to pretend she didn't see them as she took a seat and waited for Brad

(( @flyingprodigy

#kidnapping arc #tw suggestive #tw implied violence #tw: implied/referenced rape/noncon

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serickswrites · 1 year ago

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Thin Ice II

Part 1 Part 3

Warnings: referenced kidnapping, implied torture

Caretaker walked through the cold, twilight. They had been walking for hours. Their friends had been encouraging them to do this for the last couple of weeks, but Caretaker couldn't bring themself to leave their house. What if Whumpee came home? What if they called?

Caretaker didn't want to risk missing Whumpee. They couldn't fail Whumpee again.

They had known Whumper was stalking Whumpee. They had all known. But it wasn't enough to stop Whumper from abducting Whumpee. Wasn't enough to stop Whumper from hurting Whumpee.

Caretaker wiped away their tears as they thought about how they had failed Whumpee. They should have done more. Should have kept Whumpee safe. But they were desperate to leave the house that afternoon. Even for just a twenty minute drive. Whumpee hadn't wanted to come. Caretaker should have stayed. But instead they left.

And by the time they got home, Whumpee was gone. No trace left behind.

In the weeks following Whumpee's abduction, Caretaker could only imagine all the torture Whumpee was enduring at Whumper's hands. All the pain and suffering. Alone. Caretaker should have been there. Should have stopped it.

But as they rounded the corner to their home, Caretaker realized it was useless. The police were looking for Whumpee. Caretaker had tried to tell them that Whumper had taken Whumpee. But no one believed Caretaker. Caretaker had no proof other than knowing things about Whumper.

They sighed, wiping away the last of their tears as they reached the end of their driveway. There was no point in going around and around in their head. They were completely helpless at this point. They looked up, their heart beat quickening. On Caretaker's doorstep was something--someone--lying on the doormat.

"Whumpee!"

Tags: @thelazywitchphotographer

#serickswrites #whump #whumpblr #whump writing #whump community #tw referenced kidnapping #tw implied torture #queue

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justwhumptypethings · 10 months ago

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tw: implied/referenced past kidnapping

inspired by this post. @sickfictropes

grumpy caretakers. specifically with sunshine whumpees. whumpee got kidnapped for an extended period of time- sometime over months- and comes back quiet. like, distinctly just changed, their eyes looking dead.

and maybe caretaker didn’t show it well, but whumpee had been their sunshine. throwing out smiles that caretaker swears could relight the sun, smiling and talking and always staying at their side no matter how many times caretaker tried to brush them off.

but now.. they’re just quiet. their eyes full and dead looking. and it throws caretaker off, massively. they aren’t used to the quiet, they aren’t used to not having whumpee around to fill the air. so they do. well- they try, awkwardly. they talk about anything and everything. things whumpee missed while they were away, shows and celebrity news and friend drama.

and whumpee finds such comfort in them, because they know that they’re safe with caretaker. caretaker doesn’t understand why- they’re a self proclaimed jackass, and they were never particularly caring before, although post-whump they’ve been trying desperately to be kind and gentle and soft in all the ways whumpee is because god damnit, they’ve been through enough. whumpee keeps coming back to caretaker, getting so close to them for reasons caretaker doesn’t understand. It’s not like they treated them particularly well before. whumpee goes to caretaker for comfort, and they don’t understand why. meanwhile, whumpee is staying with caretaker because it settles something instinctual and terrified in them to have someone like caretaker with them and trying to keep them safe.

#whump writing #whump prompt #whump scenario #whump tropes #whump recovery #whumpee #caretaker #sunshine whumpee #grumpy caretaker

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whump-mania · 1 year ago

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Alright as requested, a continuation of this! And I’ve decided, yes it is canon.

BE VERY CAREFUL! There are references to noncon in this chapter. Nothing explicit happens, but it is very much alluded to. Sequel to this will be on my NSFW blog if I write one.

TWs: implied/referenced noncon, kidnapping, beating, referenced eye whump/gore, creepy whumper, restraints

previous / next

Quinn wouldn’t talk. At all.

They had their back turned to Vincent and the elites as much as they could. They knew it was unreasonable to be distant. They did. But they would all be free if they didn’t care about them so damn much.

Damien was the first to speak up. He took a shaky breath. “Quinn…”

Quinn stayed silent. They bit the inside of their cheek to keep from crying.

“Quinn, we made this decision for a reason. We couldn’t let you just rot in here alone,” Damien continued.

“Yeah. We’re a team. We stay together, always,” Ian agreed. He and Felix were holding hands as well as they could with the ropes tied around their wrists.

Quinn finally looked at their team through their hair. At Damien and Kari with their concerned looks, at Ian and Felix holding hands and leaning against each other. Finally, their eyes landed on Vincent. He was barely recognizable. His hair was choppy and unkempt. Not to mention the horrifying empty socket where his eye used to be, a blood-soaked bandage barely covering it. All the life was drained from his expression. For the first time, Vincent actually looked hopeless.

“All of us are going to suffer now,” Quinn said bitterly. “Because you didn’t just decide to let me take it. I lived with this for years. I can f…I can f-fucking handle it.” They sniffled and wiped their tears with their shoulder. “You’re all dumb for staying with me.”

“I’m sure we can handle it, Quinn,” Kari interrupted. “It’s nothing we haven’t gone through before.”

Quinn shook their head. “N-No. No, you have no idea…w-what they’re like. You haven’t even seen Daniel yet, he…”

“They’re just Renegades, just like all the others have been,” Felix added. “We can survive this.”

“No!” Quinn cried. “You guys don’t understand!”

“Quinn’s right.”

Everyone turned to look at Vincent when he finally spoke. His gaze was trained at the floor still. “These guys are different. They hurt people with no reason. They’re sadists.” He looked up, letting everyone see the damage on his face. “They’ll find any excuse to torture us. Sometimes with no excuse at all. Not for information, not for revenge…because they want to.”

His vision shifted to Quinn.

“…But I don’t regret staying here for one second.”

Looking at Vincent’s face, into his remaining eye, it was clear that even though Hunter had tried to break him down completely, part of him was still there. He was still Vincent.

“Because we’re going to get out of here, together.”

Quinn could barely react to the information before the door to the tiny room they were kept in slammed open.

Into the room came Hunter, smug grin plastered on his face, and after him, the man Quinn dreaded to see most.

“D-Daniel, please, don’t hurt th—”

“Shut up. Everyone, on your knees. Facing me. NOW.”

Daniel’s voice cut like a knife through the musty air of the room. Despite their pride, everyone moved to obey him, even Quinn. They had their head bowed. They knew Daniel liked them like that.

Except Vincent didn’t move. He stayed faced away from Daniel, slumped on his side against the wall. Daniel slowly made his way over to the man, letting his presence loom over him for a moment. Hunter grinned at the display of intimidation. He’d learned that one from him.

Daniel gripped Vincent’s shoulder and turned him around roughly to face him. The man studied his face and his injuries. He turned his head to look over his shoulder at Hunter.

“His whole eye? Seriously? Isn’t that a bit overkill?” Daniel asked, unamused.

Hunter shrugged. “You said not to hold back with this guy.”

Daniel rolled his eyes and turned back to Vincent. He gripped the man’s chin with his hand, turning his head to observe him closer.

“As I thought. You’re just the same Conformist traitor as you always were,” Daniel spat. “Only difference is you’ve finally learned your place.”

Daniel let go of his face. The kick came faster than anyone could brace for. Vincent doubled over, unable to clutch his now possibly broken ribs as his hands were still tied behind his back.

“Daniel…s-sir, stop it, please…he didn’t do anything,” Quinn sobbed. Hunter had come around to crouch behind them. He was playing with their hair, to Quinn’s disgust, but they tried their best to ignore him. All their focus was on Vincent now.

“Still stupid, I see.” Daniel lifted Vincent onto his knees, eliciting a gasp from the other man. “You have no clue what this traitor has done to me.”

Quinn still didn’t understand. Vincent hadn’t even met Daniel before, right? What did that even mean?

When he was satisfied with Vincent on his knees, he turned around to observe the others. He went to each of the elites, sizing them up and manhandling them like they were products to be sold. When he got to Ian, he scowled.

“This one’s weak.”

Ian shrunk and averted eye contact, his face red with embarrassment.

Daniel stood up from Ian and sighed. “Hunter, you can take this one too. He won’t be any good to us.”

Ian didn’t fully know what that meant, but Quinn and Vincent did. Quinn shouted in horror and protest and tried to lunge forward, but Hunter held them back. He was giddy as he covered Quinn’s mouth with his hand, his hungry gaze now falling on Ian. Vincent lifted his head and pulled against his restraints.

“Daniel, no! Ian is an expert hacker. H-He can break into safes like nobody’s business, he’s useful,” Vincent pleaded. “We all are. Please.”

Daniel raised an eyebrow. “He speaks. Fine, then. Tell me exactly how I can work each of your cronies to the bone.”

Vincent shivered. He didn’t want to exploit his team like this, but it was better than the alternative. God, was it better than the alternative.

“Felix is a great medic, best I’ve ever had…D-Damien is really good with a gun, I’ve only seen him miss a shot twice. Kari could be a bodybuilder with how strong she is, she’s stronger than any of us.” Vincent swallowed dryly. He could praise his team for hours, but he hated that it was under these circumstances.

“You know what I can do already, I can…I can plan, I can lead…and Quinn, Quinn is—”

“No need telling me about Quinn,” Daniel interrupted, waving his hand. “I’m fully aware of what they’re capable of.” His eyes fell on Quinn, still struggling against Hunter’s grip. “But whatever you say won’t change my decision about what to do with them. I’ve already made up my mind.”

Vincent took a few shallow breaths, confused. “…W-What—”

“Quinn will still be a runner,” Daniel explained. “But they’ll fall back into their…other duties as they’ve done before.” He gave Hunter a knowing look.

That was all Quinn needed to hear. They screamed and tried to bite Hunter’s hand. They had to get out. They couldn’t do this again. Never again, Vincent had promised.

“NO!” Vincent protested, attempting to stand. “You can’t, you—you won’t touch them again! Neither of you!”

The other elites started to catch on. They began shouting out in protest too in defense of Quinn.

“ENOUGH!” Daniel shouted, shocking everyone into silence. “I have no qualms subjecting all of you to the same fate. There are plenty of members of Renegade 7 who would love their own Conformist to play with.”

The comment made Quinn feel sick. They’d never let what happened to them happen to the rest of the team. Never.

“You know, boss, you’re right,” Hunter added from where he knelt behind Quinn. “Trevor always asked me if he could share Quinn with me…and Ian over there seems like a good substitute,” he said with a grin. Ian whimpered and Felix tried to cover him with his body.

“And some of my buddies have been talking about wanting a girl, so…” Hunter smirked at Kari. “Looks like you fit that brief, don’t you?”

Quinn finally ripped their mouth away from Hunter’s hand. “STOP IT!” They cried. They shielded themselves from their team’s worried faces and focused on Daniel. “Don’t let anyone touch them, please. I-I’ll take it all, I can, you know I can.”

Daniel walked over and knelt in front of Quinn. “If they all behave and dedicate themselves to the Renegade movement, you won’t have to worry about that,” he said evenly. “But if they show me any ounce of disloyalty, I will not hesitate to put them back in their place.”

Daniel stood and addressed the entire group. “Understand?”

The elites all nodded solemnly, and Vincent stared blankly at the wall. He couldn’t believe a human being could stoop to such a level. He yelled when Daniel gripped his face again.

“Understand?” Daniel asked again, louder this time.

Blinking back tears, Vincent nodded in defeat.

Daniel stood. “Very good.” He pulled a radio out of his pocket. “Jefferson, Rhodes, Varley, help me with the prisoners.”

Soon enough, everyone got dragged out of the room one-by-one. Quinn made eye contact with each one as they left, a silent apology for putting them in this situation indirectly. When everyone in the room was taken out besides Vincent and Quinn, Daniel closed the door.

Quinn looked around in confusion. “W-Wait…aren’t we…”

“Not yet,” Daniel interrupted. He locked the door and dragged Vincent to the corner of the room. He stayed behind him, holding his tied wrists and essentially immobilizing him.

Quinn’s breathing picked up. “Daniel…w-what are you…”

“Hunter, go ahead and get started,” Daniel instructed firmly. “I want him to watch, just this once.”

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baldurs-writers-3 · 1 year ago

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Angst: A BG3 Rec List

This week, we have Angst! Check under the cut for 12 fics that include a lot of that oh so tasty pain (both emotional and physical!), and as always, comment and kudos if you like them!

The lick of poison by astarionfreak (4994,Explicit) Warnings: Sex pollen, fuck or die, dubious consent, forced orgasm Pairings: Astarion/Naenia (Fem!Tav)

This is a sex pollen/fuck or die fic. Naenia is the only one affected. Astarion has some complex feelings about consent. It's set in Act 1 in the Underdark.

Reccer says: I liked it!

Daisies On My Nightstand by Thedrowlock on AO3 and bhaalbabebardlock on tumblr (158000,Explicit) Warnings: PLEASE be mindful of all tags and chapter notes especially as you progress through the story. This fic takes a hard, hard dive into dead dove territory at chapter sixty and stays there (the angst stays too). This is an ongoing, updates almost daily longfic. Part one is almost complete. Pairings: Named Dark Urge (Ilara)/Astarion; Ilara/Gortash, Ilara/Shadowheart, Ilara & Raphael, Ilara/A!Astarion

The story of a Bhaal-spawn who only ever wanted her freedom, and how far she'll go to find it.

Reccer says: I liked it!

In Another Life (I Found You) by grovyrosegirl (74380,Mature) Warnings: Violence, Death, Grief, Kidnapping, Emotional/Psychological Abuse Pairings: Gale/Tav

Five years after the Netherbrain’s defeat, Gale and Connie (Tav)’s happy married life is interrupted when Connie is suddenly kidnapped by a mysterious intruder. This intruder turns out to be another Gale, from a world where he claimed the Crown of Karsus.

Reccer says: I liked it!

Deo volente by cyranonic (33529,Mature) Warnings: astarion's past is mentioned, so i guess TW: Astarion :( Pairings: Astarion/Gale

Astarion is having a shitty time post game, miserable without the sun. Gale is having a miserable time as well. Watch them drag each other down even worse!

Reccer says: a darker look than many fics at what could occur after the game is over, with some characters feeling abandoned. Super well written in general, great Astarion voice.

Oathbreaker by Mellybaggins (173240,Explicit) Warnings: Major character death, rape/non-con, religious trauma, some dead dove content Pairings: Tav/Astarion, Tav/Halsin, Tav/OC

A longfic about an oathbreaker paladin navigating the events of the game, and working through her own memories of why she broke her oath.

Reccer says: It seems like a standard Tav fic at first, but takes a sharp turn into OC territory when Raphael messes with her memories.

jackrabbit by tomorrowsrain (15589,Teen) Warnings: past abuse (really, CW: Astarion :( ) Pairings: Astarion & Karlach, Astarion & Wyll

Astarion wakes up on the beach in the sun and realizes he has a chance at becoming a person again. Maybe.

Reccer says: Seriously one of the best examinations of Astarion's transformation during the game from the start of act 1 to mid act 2 that is out there. A treasure to read.

You'll hate me (make love) by astarionfreak (5305,Explicit) Warnings: Character About to Die, Smut, Sad and Sweet, Angst, Bittersweet Pairings: Astarion/Tav

Ascended Astarion pretends to be his spawn self as Tav's dying wish and they fuck on his grave.

Reccer says: I liked it!

Diary of a Dark Consort by NottaBear (8,619 and growing ,Mature) Warnings: Implied/Referenced sexual assault, emotional manipulation Pairings: Named Tav/Ascended Astarion

A found diary style story following the life of a Vampire Lords consort.

Reccer says: I liked it!

i still want to live by fetch_me_penguins (7750,Explicit) Warnings: None Pairings: Astarion/Tav, Astarion & Jaheira, Tav & Jaheira

An angsty take on the premise of Cazador kidnapping Tav to replace the spawn she killed on the Ascension ritual and to teach Astarion a lesson on obedience.

Reccer says: I liked it!

Ruin. by Thedrowlock (3859,Explicit) Warnings: Major character death, smut Pairings: Astarion/f! reader

It's been five years since you left The Vampire Ascendant and everything he offered you, but now you're back to handle him. Why is that so hard?

Reccer says: I liked it!

Stolen Futures by onlymine139 (2530,General) Warnings: Major character death Pairings: Gale/Tav

Gale and Tav journey to Waterdeep to start their new life together, only to be interrupted by a devastating realization.

Reccer says: Just some good old fashioned heartbreak.

when the work needs doing, she will see it done by vampireposter (7940,Teen) Warnings: None Pairings: The Dark Urge & Jaheira

A small neglected and abused child attempts to assassinate Jaheira, so she adopts her about it

Reccer says:

The above fanfic recommendations were pulled from our community for this weekly event. Have any questions about what this is? Check out the FAQ!

Next week, we’ll be back with Fluff Fics!

#bw3 #Baldurs Gate 3 #bg3 fanfiction #fanfiction #bg3 fanfic #angst #angst rec list #fanfic rec list #astarion #the dark urge #durge #gale dekarios #bw3 rec list

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oddlylovingaddiction · 8 months ago

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Yandere!Evon Malk x has common fucking sense, works by running the goggle Twimmer account, leftist!Reader

DO NOT SUE ME PLEASE. THIS IS SATIRE AND JUST FOR FUN…. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEA—

TW! KIDNAPPING, REFERENCED STALKING, BILLIONARES, IMPLIED FUTURE FORCED MARRIAGE??

You’ve been working for goggle for awhile. You’re okay at your job. You’re mostly customer support, which means you get screaming adults accusing you of stealing their wifi. However today you have been promoted to the job at goggle everyone envies. Running the Twimmer account for goggle. It pays really well. Which is good, you aimed for a high paying job to help homeless people in your spare time. You often provide for your community with a community garden, a daycare you run on the weekends with some of your favourite leftist tambourinlr users, and more. You’re just a hardworking, kind, person. Well. Usually…. you see you just found out that Twimmer is now owned by Evon malk. And you fucking hate billionaires, especially Evon Malk, because he’s a dumbass. You’ve already made several billionaires and companies lives more difficult (including goggle.) by egging their houses… So, you made a goal. You shall tweet bad things about Evon Malk. Using the goggle Twimmer account.

Day 1.

The first twimt and the twimt you would come to regret:

“Good morning Twimmer Users!” You start off light, calling Twimmer its true name and not whatever bogus Evon renamed it. Just Little pokes you know?

Day 18.

“Why does Twimmer look like an adult rated site…?” Good, you’re getting the hang of it. Really making fun of Twimmer was easy as shit so you didn’t have to do much.

Day 50.

“ @.Evon Malk is #BLOCKED by goggle!” That’s when you hit them, the big one for your 50th twimt. Of course everyone who was a billionaire D-rider was pissed however mainly everyone thought it was funny. After all of that, You decide to go out for drinks with your friends after successfully making fun of him for a whole 50 days. Little did you know… this action would have consequences…

As you were walking home from the bar suddenly BAM! you get hit over the head with a metal pipe and you crash out. The next thing you know you’re tied up on a chair in a dark room, you’re scared, rightfully so. You can’t see anything, other than the small crack of light from underneath the door… Suddenly the door opens, a stream of light blinding you, you scream but of course you have a mouth gag on…. then he enters…

EVON MALK?

You were flabbergasted.

“My love…” Evon Malk said as he quickly rushed to your chair and hugs your legs stuck on the chair. You were extremely confused… Evon Malk? Calling YOU his LOVE? He must’ve gone mad. “I saw those twimts about me… Ive always been in love with you but when you twimted about me I knew our love was mutual…” He caressed your face lovingly and you felt extremely confused, more confused than you were already. He undid your gag, you had no doubt there was no one who would come help you if you screamed. “What… how do you know me?” You whimper, you’re so close to tears and fucking biting off his nose but you don’t. “My mom picked you out when I was 10 from a large data base containing a list of potential brides. Of course I was originally going to rizz you up the normal way. However you already knew me. You already loved me. Honestly all that stalking was useless now but seriously I’m just glad our love was mutual.” He said kissing your cheek. You gag from the kiss. He gives you a foul look and puts back on your gag that you originally had on. “I’m going to pretend you’re just sick okay love?” He said smiling at you before he grabbed your chair and carried you out of the room and into his regular house.

You were so confused.

All you knew was that you probably wouldn’t be home anytime soon.

And you were right. The next thing you know you’re strapped to an alter being forced to marry Evon. But that’s for another story….

Part 2? Maybe at like 5k notes or when I get motivation LMFAO..

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strangethetimes · 2 months ago

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Ohhh this one sounds so great: 🐑🐑🐑 I'm a sucker for a SoTL AU!

TW: autopsies, implied/referenced kidnapping, implied/referenced murder, mention of sexual assault

"He was clinical as he recorded his words, but he couldn’t keep his mind from drawing conclusions.

There were clear signs of dehydration and ligature marks on the wrists and ankles pointed to the possibility that she was kept alive and bound for a few days before she was killed, which explained the lack of defensive wounds.

There were no bits of skin beneath her neatly trimmed nails, so she either didn’t or couldn’t fight off her killer, but the fact that they were trimmed at all raised a few eyebrows. Maybe the copycat was more thorough than they assumed.

There was no evidence of sexual assault, and everyone in the room had let out a quiet breath of relief at that. It was the only indignity she’d been spared."

#writing things

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thekingofthenameless · 7 months ago

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Day 8: Chopping & Piling Wood

@flufftober

Length: 1.7K

Cws/Tws: Implied/Referenced kidnapping, child death. There’s also (temporary) character death that’s sort of graphic?

Ao3 link

Author’s Notes: I feel like my standards for what counts as graphic are wack sometimes lol. That’s what I get for reading dark content I guess. Also, my brain is stupid:

Me: Okay brain, this is Flufftober. Flufftober, got it? So just write fluff. My brain: 783 words of pure hurt! Me: …No-

Merlin:

He’s in the dungeon again. But he isn’t bound, and no magic suppressants are on his wrists. He’s still clothed. It’s not enough to keep panic from rising in his chest, because they could be around the corner, waiting to strike at any moment- No, that isn’t true. They’re dead. They’re dead. “And so is your baby.” The voice is cruel, coming out of nowhere, and a wave of grief crashes into him, his breath stuttering in a pathetic way that shows everything he’s trying to hide. Which one? An intrusive thought asks. Fear makes his heart ache, and it’s almost surprising that it isn’t bleeding, because Charlie isn’t here, and he has to find him and make sure he’s all right- What if he’s too late? What if his son’s dead like- A baby’s giggle suddenly echoes off the walls, mocking him, mocking his loss. Tears well up in his eyes, but he tries to force them down along with the lump in his throat. He can’t cry, can’t lose himself in the grief now. He still hopefully has one child to fight for. He conjures his sword and armor, staying still for a moment to take a breath, to allow the relief coursing through his body. They can’t hurt him now. They can’t. And they’re dead anyhow. He saw their bodies. They are dead, aren’t they? He tries to shove that thought away and looks around, wondering if anything will be curious about the brief flash of bright light. “Charlie?” He calls telepathically, not willing to do it aloud yet. No one’s shown themselves yet, but it doesn’t mean that he’s alone. No answer comes. Just like last time. And just like last time, he doesn’t know if his son is all right or not. He tightens his grip around his sword so his hand doesn’t shake, curling his other hand into a fist. His breath hitches despite his wishes, the damn tears refusing to leave. “Please be all right,” he tells his son, hoping that he’s unharmed and can’t hear him for some reason, that maybe he’s sleeping, that he’s just anywhere but here. He takes a deep breath. Charlie’s fine. Charlie’s fine. He can’t lose himself to panic like last time, make his son deal with the things he shouldn’t he’s his father he has to be stronger as the consequence of trying to protect him, but instead only ruining everything they’d built. He turns the corner, wondering what- His sword slips out of his hand, clattering against the stone floor. No no no no no no- It’s not real. It’s not real. He’s just hallucinating Charlie’s- Charlie’s corpse, head practically severed from his body- His shoulders shake as he takes in the gruesome sight, a sob finally breaking free. He can’t bring himself to run forward or pick up his sword, can’t bring himself to do anything but stare it because it can’t be real. They… they must have sneaked up on him, or maybe he was drugged- Finally, he takes a step forward, hoping he can prove that it’s just- just a horrible, vivid hallucination by touch. It feels like ages go by, and no time passes at all, but then he’s in front of his baby, trying to avoid the blood on the ground before giving up. He kneels, hands shaking as he reaches up. His gauntlets meet soft fur. It’s real. It’s real. Charlie’s dead. But it’s fine, it’s fine, because he can just fix it, just heal the wounds and bring his dragon back to life. He lets magic comes out of his hands, and it gently swirls around Charlie’s still form. A moment passes. Then another, and another- Why isn’t it working? It should be, but it isn’t, and he doesn’t know what’s wrong with him. More magic pulses, but it still doesn’t do anything, and what the fuck why isn’t it- Grief drowns him, a loud, heaving sob escaping his throat. “Fuck, Charlie,” he whispers, voice cracking. “I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry, sweetheart.” Then he can’t say anything else as cries wrack his body, and he holds his son close, ignoring the blood staining his armor. His baby. His baby. He can’t lose him too.

He thinks of when he found him, of how he purred the first time he held him, of how he took him home and wouldn’t back down until his parents accepted the tiny kit abandoned in the woods, of how he fed him milk drop by drop until he grew strong enough to drink out of a bowl, of how he taught him how to read, to fly, of how he’s stayed this whole time no matter how sick he got- His baby. His baby. A soft breath wafting against his neck startles him, and he looks up to see Charlie, who’s watching him with concerned, gentle eyes, who rumbles softly when he sees the tears still streaming down his face, unfocused on the body in his arms. “W- what’s going on?” He asks, barely bringing his voice above a whisper. Has he finally gone truly mad? Is grief making him hallucinate this badly? Is the body in his arms fake? He doesn’t know, and he’s so tired. “It’s just a dream,” the possible hallucination says, voice sweet and comforting like the real Charlie’s would be. “I’m all right. I’m right here.” He feels his guard lower despite himself, and realizing it, this version of his son comes closer, sitting close enough for him to reach out and touch if he wishes. And he does, but… he doesn’t want to cradle his face, tilt it upwards to kiss his forehead while his hands are soaked in blood. “I can’t,” he says softly, forcing himself to not look at his irrevocably tainted hands, hoping his son will catch the meaning he can’t say. “You’ve cradled me before. You can do it again,” is his answer, putting his muzzle in his hands before he can pull away. Another sob escapes as he catches Charlie’s hidden meaning: “I don’t care about the blood. I care about you.” He moves closer to embrace his son, leaning against the massive, warm chest, and Charlie purrs loudly, nuzzling his hair. A few minutes of silence pass, with them just taking solace in each other’s presence. He closes his eyes, listening to his baby’s breaths, the thumping of his heartbeat. Then he abruptly wakes up, and he looks around to make sure that he’s really in his room, that he’s not there- “Merlin?” Charlie asks softly, bright and real and alive. Alive. His lip quivers, and before he knows it he’s looping his arms around Charlie’s neck as much as he can, taking shuddering breaths as he tries not to sob. His son rumbles gently, wrapping a paw around his legs and resting his muzzle on top of his head. They stay like that until he feels like he can breathe again. Charlie still stays close even as he loosens his grip, unwilling to let go yet. (Not that he minds.) “What time is it?” He finally mumbles, voice rough. “I’m not sure,” his son responds, yawning and stretching the wing not tucked under him. “I think it’s almost sunrise?” He nods as an acknowledgment, face brushing against fur. Taking a deep breath, he finally moves away and sits up. (He knows Charlie’s watching him with concerned eyes, but he can’t bring himself to say anything yet.) “Merlin?” His baby asks again. He sighs softly, removing his bonnet and placing it in his lap, before reaching for his locs to stroke them- Oh. He forgot. The ache in his chest grows, unbidden tears returning. A warm breath hits his shoulder before Charlie nuzzles him, and the affection meant to be comforting only makes him feel guilt. His son shouldn’t know as much as he does. He never should have seen the aftermath and everything else. Why wasn’t he able to just get up? “Thank you,” he says quietly instead of answering the unspoken words: “I’m here. Do you want to talk about it?” His son purrs in response, saying nothing for the moment. Silence (that’s far heavier than it should be) settles over them. Charlie pulls away so he can speak. “There’s something you’re not telling me,” he murmurs a few moments later, clearly making his voice non-confrontational. “What is there to tell?” He whispers. “You saw everything.”

“You aren’t talking to me as much as you used to,” his dragon immediately counters. “We don’t have anyone else near us, Merlin. You can’t keep hiding this.” He opens his mouth to argue before shutting it. Charlie’s right, of course. But he has to be- “You don’t have to be strong around me,” his son interrupts, reading his mind. “I’m supposed to take care of you,” he protests weakly. “And you did. You still do. Let me take care of you for once.” “But-” “But what? I love you.” The words are so simple, but they make him stop and look at his baby through his blurring vision, and Charlie smiles at him, sweet and warm and loving. Then he feels himself shatter (but in a good way, this time) and he reaches up to embrace his dragon, burying his face in the soft fur covering his chest as Charlie purrs loudly. “I love you,” his son says again, purring stopping, before he bends his head to nuzzle his neck. “I love you,” he continues, repeating his words and his actions until laughter, the first he’s made in a while, bubbles out of him. Then Charlie stops, purring restarting as he catches his breath. “I love you too,” he coos, pressing kisses to his face. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. I never doubted that. I’m a fool.” “No, you’re not.” He raises an eyebrow, staring up at him. Charlie just stares back, refusing to back down. “You’re not.” He shrugs, putting it aside for now. They uncurl from each other, Charlie finally freeing his other wing and stretching it as he stands and searches for something to wear. He looks at the nearly empty woodpile, deciding to wear an older tunic and pants. Once he slips them on, he retrieves his boots. Charlie waits for him, standing up and completing his stretching routine while he finishes getting dressed. Then he slips his ring off, turning it back into his staff before shifting it to an axe. Chopping some wood might work as something to calm himself even more, take his thoughts off of everything else at least for a while. Charlie bumps his shoulder with his muzzle, staying near him as they head outside, and maybe, just maybe, today can actually be a good day.

Taglist: @gaylightisminetocommand, @the-arson-author-gamer, @aroace-edward-elric, @falki-of-the-vanir, @figureitoutinthemorning

#flufftober2024 #flufftober #day 8: chopping & piling wood #original work #original characters #joy’s writing #the king of the nameless #tkn oneshots #my ocs #merlin ambrosius #tkn merlin #charlemagne ambrosius #otp: i am not leaving you. i am never leaving you.

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abyssal-ali · 1 year ago

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you knew the hero died, so what's the movie for?

Pairing: Gen Ao3 Masterlist

Rating: E for Extra Bad Mental Health WC: 2.2k

Summary:

Babs finds some footage of Jason acting strangely and calls in the Bats to help her figure out what's up with Jason.

TW: Suicidal Ideation/Passive Suicidal Thoughts, Implied/Referenced Depression, Major Character Death/Major Character Undeath

A/N: (Yes, I'm fine<3) Title from hoax by TS. I love the Immortal Jason Todd theories but I also think he'd have a lot of Thoughts and Feelings about death and life after the first time. (Also don't worry, there is a happy ending.)

Barbara Gordon spun on her chair’s wheels to face the Bats. The whole clan, minus one, were admitted to her domain after her special request.

“Why could you not send us the footage?” asked Batman, his voice not so raspy with the modifier turned off.

“It’s safer here. This is extremely delicate information here, and I cannot have it fall into the wrong hands somehow.”

The Bats exchanged glances at Oracle saying she didn’t want to risk this being hacked. Her finger hovered over the play button on her large screen.

“I hacked Hood’s helmet just after he ducked out of patrol to tell him I’d received info I thought he might want to know for a case he’s on. He was speaking, but it didn’t seem like a call or voice-to-text, and the security cam from the alley he was in doesn’t show anyone or anything. The context is weird and the whole situation is��disturbing.”

Babs finally played the CCTV footage after her explanation, showing a typical Gotham alleyway, Red Hood’s large shape the only figure visible as he walked normally into it from around the corner.

His steps stutter, then his whole being seems to lose tension as he walks further in, his shoulders curling inwards slightly. “Now?”

A pause, then, “What is it this time? I haven’t decided what I wanted to cross off my list this time.”

He leans against the wall, one foot propped on the rough brick casually as he tosses a knife through the air, always catching it by the handle. After a couple seconds of seeming silence, he turns abruptly, his posture tensing. “I just want quiet, is that too much to ask?!”

He calms, then continues, “I don’t hate you, D. It’s your sister. She always interrupts and it’s gotten really old. You…can either stop flirting with me or do somethin’ ‘bout Elle. She keeps bringin’ me back down…”

He sheathes his knife and shifts into an offensive stance. “I was at peace, D! I’m just…so…tired…” His voice trails off, revealing the weakness his family has never picked up in him.

After a moment, he relaxes back into his slump against the wall. “We’re running outta options. Explosions, blunt force trauma, asphyxiation, suffocation, smoke inhalation, drowning, exsanguination, jugular sliced, cardiac arrest, hypothermia, electrocution…” He ticks off his fingers. “I’m immune to most poisons and toxins, so they’re out, medication burns through me too quickly…” Another pause.

“I can’t just run off with you, D. They’re detectives, and any explanation they’ll believe is falsified, and they’ll pointlessly search space and time. I’m not gonna spark PTSD and make them sad. Oh! We haven’t tried decapitation yet, we could recreate Dickens’ scene…or there’s my personal favourite, you kidnap me in my sleep. Sounds peaceful….NOT THAT I WOULD KNOW ABOUT PEACE!”

The watching Bats flinched at the sudden outburst from the dejected Hood they were wrapping their minds around.

On the screen, he waves at air, then turns on his heel and stalks out of the alley, heading somewhere else.

Babs’ trackers showed everyone in the Clocktower, and one red dot at a known safehouse of Jason’s a few blocks from the alley.

Babs turned to the Bats.

“Hmm,” Batman mused.

“Ambiguous,” decided Nightwing. “You didn’t pick up any interference, magical or alien?”

“No. Everything is clear,” replied Babs, spinning back to her computer to run more scans on the footage.

“I hate one-sided conversations,” said Spoiler, staring thoughtfully at the frozen image of Red Hood walking out of the alley.

“Who’s this ‘D’ he’s talking to?” demanded Red Robin. “He usually only calls Dick ‘D’, and even then it’s rare. And Dick doesn’t know about this.”

Batgirl got the others’ attention. “Jason is hurt. Always. Not from fighting.” She thought for a moment. “Heart-hurt. Always tired. This is…tired, but relieved.”

“Hmm,” said Batman again.

Two days later, Nightwing and Red Robin knocked on Jason’s door. He’d managed to instill the basic modicum of manners in them with careful traps, a fair amount of glitter, and occasionally a minor wound or two. When he didn’t answer after two tries, and Babs reassured them through their comm link that his tracker was still pinging from that location, they let themselves in.

The first thing they found was Jason, dead in his bed.

In shock, confusion, and grief, the Bats were notified, confirmed it was truly Jason and not some elaborate scheme to fake his death for some Jason-only-knew reason, and taken back to the Cave to prepare him for burial. Again.

To their great surprise, Talia al Ghul marched into the Cave and swept past all their baffled questionings to the table Jason lay on, more peaceful in death than they’d ever seen in life.

She carefully scrutinized him, then sighed and put her hand on his.

“Don’t touch him,” Bruce snapped, looking worse than he had in years.

Talia removed her hand after a slight hesitation, turning to face the grieving Bats. “Before you bury Jason, please wait one more day.”

“Why?”

“You do remember what happened last time you buried him,” she reminded them flatly.

With a grunt, Bruce agreed to wait 18 more hours, looking over at his son’s body every few moments from the tea Alfred was forcing him to drink.

The Bats were quietly mourning their brother, son, grandson, friend, tormentor, coworker, rival, saviour when a loud stream of swearing shocked them out of their grief.

“NOT AGAIN?! WHY?! WHAT THE FUCKING HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?!?!” Yelled one very alive Jason Todd, sitting straight up and looking as pale as a ghoul.

He slipped off the table, stumbling towards the group in zombie-like motions, collapsing into Talia’s waiting arms. “Tals? Why’re ya’here?”

“To stop your idiotic, grieving, well-meaning family from hastily burying you again.”

“Oh, thanks.”

The still-stunned bats slowly gathered around the hugging duo. Talia dragged Jason over to the cot in the medbay and forcing him onto his side. “Stay still until you’re better. You should know better, habibi.”

“But my mom was here, I had to hug her,” he grinned crookedly up at Talia, who was unimpressed.

Still, she smiled softly at him, running her fingers through his hair. “Just lie still. 15 minutes on every side.”

“This ain’t my first rodeo, Tals,” he grunted, but stay where she left him.

Tim opened his mouth and Talia turned her fierce glare on him. With one motion, she directed them all away from Jason to the debriefing area, where he was still within sightline, but wouldn’t be disturbed by their sure-to-be-invasive questions.

“How did he die?” she asked them, looking sternly at Bruce.

“I don’t know.” He collapsed into a seat, staring at Jason blankly. “Oracle showed us a concerning video she found with Hood, we went to his safehouse…and found him…peaceful, in his bed. A little smile on his face,” he choked out.

Talia sighed, glancing back at Jason.

“Why are you here?”

“Mother’s intuition,” she shrugged. “Something was very wrong with him. I was worried, so I came.”

“T, I can deal with them,” called Jason. “I’m a big boy, I can handle their need for privacy invasion.”

Talia sighed but relaxed from her gatekeeping stance, letting the Bats crowd Jason’s bed again.

“How dare you alive again? You were definitely dead,” blurted Tim.

“Life and I have a mutual hate for each other,” said Jason cryptically. “And Death and I are kinda close.”

“How did you die?” asked Dick, quietly horrified.

“Oh, D was really accommodating–I was asleep this ti-”

“‘D’ is Death?!”

“Yeah, I call Death ‘D’, so what? You all have nicknames. And like I said, this ain’t my first rodeo, We’re tight, she likes me.”

“Ethopia…” remembered the Bats awkwardly.

“Why are you lying down?” asked Steph as Jason shifted to his front, turning his head to watch his family.

“I can’t lie on my back for longer than a few second because of PTSD. And my heart hasn’t been pumping for…awhile, so blood flow ain’t the best right now.

“First, there’s numbness, like when your leg’s fallen asleep, only full-body.

“Then, prickles of pain as all your muscles and circulatory system start up.

“Third, your brain’s fuzzy from lack of oxygen and bloodflow, so you spill your deepest darkest secrets to your needlessly nosy family because some twisted part of you feels guilty for putting them through your death again. That last part might just be me, though.

“Fourth, I’m tired and I want to sleep, so ask T or wait for me to wake up. Trust me, I will,” he grumbled. “Oh, you may wanna shock me a li’l bit to make sure my heart’s started properly again. Sometimes it needs a bit of a tune-up to make sure it’s good as new.”

“Why do you sound like this happens regularly?!” Dick demanded.

“It does.” Jason closed his eyes, turning his head to the other side.

Talia shooed the murmuring Bats back to let Jason rest in peace (consciously).

A couple hours later, Jason sat up again, with more colour to his skin and smoother movements. Talia carefully supported him, leading him to a chair and mug of steaming hot chocolate.

The disturbed bats gathered around him until he looked up with a grimace at them. “I’m fine, okay? Why are you even so worried?”

“No, you’re not fine! You were dead, again, and now you aren’t, and you’re acting like this happens every week!”

Jason shrugged. “Done it enough it feels like it. Don’t worry, I get better quicker the more often it happens; you’ve never noticed."

“You died the first time in Ethiopia?”

Jason nodded.

“And it took…six months for you to come back? This was…24 hours or less. So how often have you died, and what’s the exponential rate?” demanded Tim.

Jason shrugged again. “Dunno. Based on past times…” he trailed off, looking to Talia.

“With this one, it should be about twenty hours until his resurrection the next time.”

“Why were you even looking for me?”

“I hacked your comms when you were, apparently, talking to Death, and I brought the CCTV footage from that alley to their attention,” reasoned Babs, pulling his free hand into hers and squeezing it gently. “Why would you not tell us about this? We were worried sick about you after we saw that! And then you disabled your tracker, and it took me ages to find your last ping and find your new safehouse!”

“Sorry,” he mumbled into his mug.

“So you were actually talking to Death? Who is…apparently a person…being?” asked Steph.

“Yep, she’s cool. I’m her favourite repeat customer,” he joked. It fell flatter than one of Bruce’s pancakes.

“You sounded happy to see D,” said Cass, watching him closely.

“Yeah, she’s a lot nicer than her bitch of a sister, Life. She keeps bringing me back,” Jason bemoaned under his breath.

“You don’t want to come back?” Dick asked sadly, inching closer.

“Not really. It’s peaceful being dead. Being alive is so…tiring,” he sighed, leaning his head back and gently placing his mug down.

“Habibi,” Talia said thickly, running her fingers through his hair again.

“But…but you talked down that jumper last week!” pointed out Tim.

“So?”

Cass rewound the footage Babs had played them, playing a section back for the others on the Batcomputer. “I’m not gonna spark PTSD and make them sad.”

“‘Sad’ is…a wrecked car. Replaceable. ‘Grief’ is you dead. We cannot replace you. We are not sad for you. We grieve for you.”

At Cass’s revelation, the Bats’ heads swiveled between Jason and the screen.

“Little Wing…do you think we would grieve you less than the first time?”

Jason didn’t answer, picking up his mug to see if there were any dregs left.

Talia laid her hand on his shoulder. “Why are you still the Red Hood, habibi? No one is forcing you to. You became the Red Hood to antagonize Batman*. You’ve done that, moved past it. Move on, don’t just give up.”

A strange look crossed Jason’s face at Talia’s face. His eyes darted to a harrowed-looking Bruce, then back to the depths of his mug. “Thanks, T.”

Red Hood retired, Jason choosing to hand the reins of his crime bossing business over to his trusted lieutenants as he moved to Europe, entering Oxford to pursue a secondary education.

One or another of his family members were more often than not flying to and from his flat to remind him how much they loved and valued him.

Talia visited him often, making sure that he knew just how much the other side of his chosen family also cared for him. She introduced him to a therapist that was accustomed to dealing with clients with more confidential matters than usual.

Gradually, Jason healed and discovered his personality aside from ‘anti-hero crime-boss vigilante’. He pursued therapy as a career, becoming a therapist and mentor to the Justice League and its associates, specifically the sidekicks and teen heroes.

The twenty-hour resurrection rule wasn’t needed for several more decades.

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A/N2:

*Yes, I'm aware he also wanted to change Gotham in a way that Batman couldn't/wouldn't etc, but I couldn't get into the nuances there.

Jason has canonically died several times, including the time Bruce stopped his heart (don't ask me for canon references, I don't touch those things with a 10-foot pole) but as I was editing this fic, I decided to go the good/semi-decent dad Bruce route instead; Jason's hurt enough, so you'll only find one small easter egg about that. I also left out the line about the slit throat from the Batarang Bruce threw in UtRH, which I am firmly convinced hurt Jason more than was shown in canon.

I got the inspiration for Jason dealing with post-mortem/post-resurrection stiffness etc from a fic but I can't remember which one. Possibly Who I Am. Who I'll Never Be by Zootopon?? If you find one, feel free to lmk.

Jason is depressed and isn't very objective about the Batfam, and even though they're on fairly good terms in this fic, they're still emotionally consitpated Bats and Jason's a good actor; they're not thinking to reassure him they love him and want him, and he's sure not gonna outright ask for reassurance. As someone with depression (not speaking for everyone, just drawing on my own experience), it really makes you feel like even those you love most and who love you most don't actually. It's hard to ask for confirmation of their love, and especially with dynamics like the Batfam/Jason have, that complicates matters further. If you're reading this and you don't somehow have Issues, learn from this and face your feelings.

#jason todd #ali writes #immortal jason todd #fic #tw: sucidal thoughts #tw: death #tw: depression

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