#what do you MEAN you won’t forgive me when I hurt you? I’m your family
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Look what you need to understand is that before Jackal even says Kanin’s name he calls him his father-figure. This seeps into all of their interactions. It is inescapable and neither of them can change it.
#blood of Eden series#jackal (blood of eden)#kanin (blood of eden)#I stand by my objectively correct interpretation that Jackal is the person who sees them as a family#Kanin calls them a coven Allison calls Kanin her friend and mentor#but Jackal is the person who insists that no we’re a family#I want you to join me in Chicago because you’re my family#I’ll face down Sarren and bargain with Salazar to get you out of New Covington because you’re my family#I can’t hold a grudge against you because you’re my family#what do you MEAN you won’t forgive me when I hurt you? I’m your family
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Sanemi lashing out on his pregnant wife only to beg her for forgiveness later
Pairing: Sanemi x pregnant!reader
Word Count: 3,1k
Synopsis: Like every week, you find yourself on your way back from Shinobu's estate and your pregnancy check-up. Little did you know what horror awaits you at your own home with your husband almost killing two kids...
Warnings: Sanemi is mean in this one and I mean it, extreme hurt but also comfort in the end so don't worry, full Shinazugawa package regarding language and violence lol, not proofread because I have to leave now
Thank you sooo much for that cool request @itsmscoco and I'm sorry it took a while. I really hope you like what I came up with 🤍
You rub your minor belly. For a woman, a pregnancy should feel like a trip to heaven. After all, you are blessed with developing a child that is half you and half your husband. Oh, your beloved and surprisingly gentle husband who always makes sure that you get enough sleep, that you nutrition yourself properly. But even the wind hashira can’t do a single thing against your constant sickness and pain.
“Please try this out, (y/n). Don’t hesitate to come here again if you need something else. You really have an unfortunate pregnancy when it comes to nausea”, Shinobu comments gently while giving your belly a little massage.
“Don’t get me wrong, I am so excited about the honor of caring for a child in my own body. But honestly, I’m so glad when this pregnancy is over”, you huff while taking a deep breath in.
Please, don’t vomit all over the insect pillar who’s just trying to help. You’ve been here what feels like everyday since finding out you’re pregnant. Well, to be exact, Shinobu is the one who suggested that you might expect a child.
Because of your never-ending sickness.
“Oh, there’s nothing to get wrong at all! After all, your pregnancy is a rather difficult one. But I’m sure Shinazugawa is taking good care of you!”
“He definitely does. My husband is an angel”, you reply in an instant.
You can’t wait to go back home. Even though your sleep-drunken eyes won’t be able to stay open longer than maybe a few hours, even though you weren’t able to catch a proper glimpse at Sanemi’s part in the on-going hashira training until now, you can’t wait to go back home. Back into your estate, back into the arms of your beloved husband.
“Not quite the codename I’d use for him, but that’s just what love does, right? I will send a kakushi along with you. Otherwise, Shinazugawa might show up and threaten me”, Shinobu jokes while helping you to get up.
“Thank you for your help. Again.”
You pull the insect hashira into a deep hug. How lucky you should consider yourself for the opportunity to call Shinobu your friend, that Sanemi laid his eyes on you. Out of all the countless women around, the ones with faces like porcelain and bodies so well-formed you can’t hold a candle against every single one of them. But still, he chose you.
“Come on, (y/n). Why are you crying?”, Shinobo whispers into your ear while rubbing small circles onto your back.
“I’m just a little overwhelmed from everything I guess”, you mumble against her comforting shoulder.
Just a few months ago, you would have laughed at anyone who told you that your life would turn out like this. Of course, you’ve lost countless good friends and family members on the way and living with a suborn husband like Sanemi isn’t always easy. But somehow, the two of you always make it work.
Right?
-at the wind hashira estate-
“We are almost there. Are you feeling alright?”
“Oh, don’t worry about me. I’m just a little tired from walking, that’s all!”
Truth is, your feet hurt like hell. Shinobu reported about women who don’t even feel their baby until the second trimester. Why are your feet already swollen, your belly bloated, your guts constantly turning? And there’s still so much ahead.
“Looks like Shinazugawa-sama received a new bunch of trainees after the other corps members all landed in Kocho-sama’s hospital wing”, the kakushi next to you comments dryly.
“Was it really that bad?”
Of course you heard about the rather brutal training methods of your husband. After all, even the walls of his estate aren’t thick enough to stop every single scream from reaching your ears. But still…
“It was pretty bad. Some of the-“
Glass cracking. Screams from afar. Out of instinct, you pick up your pace until you dash towards your home, sweat now dripping from every pore. What happened? Is Sanemi alright? He wouldn’t leash out on one of his students like that. Something must have happened. A demon? No, it’s still daytime. But what is it?
“He’s back! He’s back! That cold-blooded man! Lie down and pretend that you’ve fainted!”, a blonde-haired boy screams while almost collapsing onto the floor.
“What are you talking about? What’s going on here?”, you press out.
Your lungs threaten to fail you, breath already tasting like pure iron.
Until your eyes find Genya.
Your guts twist and turn in every direction, almost force you to vomit all over the place. Genya shouldn’t be here. Out of all people, it shouldn’t be him. And who’s the boy next to him. That familiar scar, you’ve seen that boy before. Is it possible that…
“Kamado Tanjiro”, you breathe out.
Maybe that is even worse.
Your eyes dart around the area without an aim. Where’s Sanemi? Did he find them already? They need to leave before he finds out that they’re here, carry on with another hashira training.
“Please stop now!”, Tanjiro suddenly shouts while stretching out his arm in defence.
An uneasy feeling crawls up your spine, the dark claws of sickening foreshadowing. All you can do is standing death still right where you are and watch in sheer horror as your husband stomps out of your estate motion.
Is that your husband you love and adore, though? You know how untamed he can get especially when getting confronted with his painful past. It was never easy for him to see Genya join the demon slayer corps or realize that his mother could have been saved like Tanjiro’s sister.
But never in your entire life have you seen him like this. The empty shell of your husband, muscles tensed to the maximum and his empty orbs directed towards the two boys in front of him.
In this very moment, you’d trust him to actually kill them.
“What are you going to do? Are you planning to kill Genya?”, Tanjiro continues passionately.
Your glossy orbs are set on your husband. Would he really do something like that? What if you witness the father of your unborn child taking the life of two other human beings? Your heart can’t take it, knees threaten to fail you.
“Hell no, I’m not going to kill him. It would be easy enough to kill him, but since it’s against the rules and all…I’m going to ruin him beyond recovery!”
Until your blurry head finally makes a decision and allows your feet to run.
Straight towards the two boys.
Straight into the firing line.
Straight into the sight of your now maniac husband.
“You won’t do any of these things, you hear me?”, you jeer at him with your new-found courage.
“(y/n)”, Genya breathes behind you.
“How dare you to talk to innocent children like that, Sanemi?”
The man in front of you furrows his eyebrows, hands clenched into tight fists while taking a step towards you.
“Get lost. Right now”, he hisses through gritted teeth.
You swallow hard, all nerves now tingling in sheer horror. This is the first and last warning, without any doubt. The look on his stone-cold face tells you more than urgently that Sanemi isn’t playing, that he doesn’t want you here.
Maybe it’s best if you go back inside and pretend that nothing happened. He himself said that he won’t kill them, after all…
“I’m not leaving”, you bite back.
But that would mean leaving Genya alone. That would mean giving up all of your principles.
“Will you act out like this towards our child as well?”, you continue while growing bigger and bigger in front of the two boys.
He might be your husband, the love of your life. That doesn’t mean you’ll always have to do what he tells you, tough. Instinctively, you clench your hands into tight fists with your glossy eyes almost piercing through him. Enough is enough.
“If our child acts as dumb as you do, I sure as hell will!”
Oh.
Your heart drops to the floor when a nauseous wave of agony hits you with full force. Sanemi is and has always been a hot-headed man who never thought twice about the things he said. But never, not even once in your entire relationship he insulted you.
Until now.
“Is this really how you feel about me? We should support each other, you should listen to me as well as-“
“Spare me with that bullshit, (y/n)”, Sanemi spits at you.
“Get.out.of.the.way. Can’t you hear me?”
It’s like you stop living for a moment. All this time, you did your best to understand him and his grief. Everything Sanemi does comes with a logical reason behind it, even though it’s hard to see from time to time. But lashing out at you like that?
“Stop being so disrespectful to me right now. I am your wife-“
“Right now, you’re my problem”, he jeers back.
“And now get off my sight and let me finish this real quick-“
You don’t know what made you act the way you just did. Was it his cruel behaviour, the way his words cut through your heart like a thousand knives? Before your husband is even able to finish his sentence, your palm races towards his cheek with full force.
The world around you goes silent, frightful gazes glued onto you while you can’t stop your tears from falling anymore.
“Is this how you’re acting around your pregnant wife by now, how you’ll treat innocent children? If that’s the live you chose, I’m not a part of it anymore”, you hiss through gritted teeth.
Suddenly, the urge to get as far away from him as possible becomes unbearable. Your feet start sprinting towards the estate on your own, carry you into your now so empty-feeling bedroom.
And finally, you allow yourself to break down and cry.
Is this really the man you love, that you’d give your life for? Your shaky fingers caress your belly mindlessly.
You can’t stay here. Not when Sanemi showed you a completely different face today. Not when this place doesn’t feel like home anymore.
-a few hours later-
“Fuck!”, Sanemi cries out on top of his lungs while dashing towards Obanai over and over.
Why can’t he get your stupid words out of his mind? The way you stood there with tears in your eyes, how he was literally able to hear your heart crack when those damned words left his mouth. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt you, to drag you into the fuckery with his little brother and that Kamado boy.
But why did he say all those dumb things, then?
“You seem off, Shinazugawa”, Obanai comments dryly, hitting the wind hashira with full force again.
“I guess I fucked up”, Sanemi mumbles.
What if you won’t forgive him for today? Your last words haunt him since the moment you left him standing in the rain.
“I bet you can talk your way out of it-“
“Hell nah. I don’t think she wants to see me tonight.”
“Did you ask her, though?”
“Who the hell do you think you are anyway? You’re the one to talk, not able to confess your feelings to Mitsuri”, Sanemi barks at the man next to him.
“But yeah, maybe I should get going…”
Coming home never fuelled him with so much fright. What if you’re still angry at him, if you refuse to even talk to him? Or even worse, what if you’ll really leave him?
Sanemi’s guts turn in an instant, feet now picking up their pace with every step. He can’t lose you. Not you, the light of his life. Not when you are the only ray of sunshine in this rotting hell. What the hell did he do? The fact that he even raised his voice at you is unforgivable.
Finally, his fingers grab the door that leads to your shared bedroom, finally he’s able to make up for his mistakes of today-
His eyes widen in sheer horror.
You’re gone.
Right there where your head should rest, there’s absolutely nothing.
Panic starts rising up his chest, forces his heart down his throat.
Did you leave?
He yanks out of your shared room, eyes roaming around each and every corner of your estate. But you aren’t there. You aren’t here.
“My lady is at the love hashira’s estate.”
Sanemi darts up immediately, greeted by the oh so familiar voice of your personal crow.
“Is she fine, why did she-“
“With all due respect, I suggest you to control yourself before making any more insensitive comments to my lady-“
“Who the hell do you even think you are you-“
“Your earlier spoken words really troubled her and my lady certainly does not deserve that.”
Without another word, your crow disappears into the darkness of night again.
Sanemi swallows hard. Fuck, did he really hurt you that badly? He never wanted you to feel bad, never wanted to hurt you. Damn, he only wanted to show Genya and that Kamado boy their places. It shouldn’t have hit you. Out of all people, why did he have to hurt you?
“I need to tell her”, he mumbles under his breath before dashing towards the love hashira estate.
-at Mitsuri’s-
“I can’t believe Shinazugawa said something like this to you, (y/n)! You are super far away from being dumb, after all! Here, eat another pancake and stay as long as you want.”, Mitsuri babbles while handing you another plate.
Your dry eyes are barely able to stay open any longer. All the grief, explaining, fighting and crying did apparently really wear you out. Good for you Mitsuri’s estate is near by and you just know she’ll always open her arms for you.
“Thank you so much for taking me in, Kanroji. I really don’t deserve your kindness”, you sniffle.
“You have to be joking, (y/n)! It’s my duty as your friend to be there for you anytime you need me! And also, I-”
Three violent knocks on Mitsuri’s wooden door almost send you over the edge. It’s past after midnight, the time closer to the morning than evening. Who would knock on Mitsuri’s door this late at night?
“Do you think that’s a demon?”, you mutter in horror, both pairs of eyes set on the door.
“I don’t think so. Let’s see!”
Before you’re able to stop Mitsuri, she rips open the door.
And reveals no other than your husband.
“Sanemi”, you breathe out.
Tears start swelling up your eyes in an instant when a flood of memories crushes you all over again. Just a few hours ago, your husband made very clear that he doesn’t want to see you again anytime soon. How did he find out that you’re here?
“(y/n), can we…have a talk?”, he mumbles with icy voice.
“Do you want to leave me?”, you blurt out.
“What?”
Is that really how you feel, what you think of him? That he’ll turn his back on you after a fight? He did say all those nasty things to you, though.
“I think I’m going out and…cook!”, Mitsuri announces while sprinting out of the door, leaving you alone in the room with all that tension and him.
Him, the man you love more than anything else in this world. And also him, who broke your heart like he never did before.
“You have to be kidding me”, Sanemi mutters under his breath.
You turn away before you lose your composure completely.
“Why are you here, Sanemi?”
“Do you really think I’m here to dump you!? You, my pregnant wife!? You can’t be fucking serious about that!”
In the matter of seconds, you find yourself surrounded by his usual so comforting arms that now hurt like daggers against your skin.
“Please, let me go, I can’t do this ri-“
“(y/n), please.”
His suffocated voice forces your eyes to dart upwards.
Instantly, your heart drops to the floor.
Is this really your husband, crying against your shoulder while pressing your body against his?
“I’m sorry for all the shit I’ve said, I’m sorry for making you feel this way. I’d never leave you, not when I’m even lucky for calling you mine. I shouldn’t have dragged you into this, I just…I just can’t stand them…”
“Sanemi…”
“And I get that I don’t deserve you and that I’m a jerk for hurting you. I know you could’ve had every man you wanted-“
“Sanemi!”, you snap at him, holding onto his face tightly.
“But you’re the one I want”, you finally cry out.
“But your words hurt me. Is this really how you feel about me? Do you really think I’m a burden?”
“I was out of my fucking mind for saying that to you! You’re my blessing, my everything, the sunshine in this rotting hell. You’re…You’re my wife, right?”
That innocent look on his now tear-soaked face runs shivers down your spine, reminds you that even though he acted out today, this man is still the Sanemi Shinazugawa you fell in love with years ago.
“I am your wife”, you press out before a new wave of tears haunts you down.
“I’m so sorry, (y/n). So so sorry”, he mutters again and again while kissing every tear away that escapes your eyes.
“And I’ll never talk to you like that again, I promise.”
“Will you promise to not treat Tanjiro and Genya like that ever again too?”
Sanemi shifts his weight underneath you, his orbs growing hard again. Was this too much to ask for? No. Even though you love Sanemi’s rough side as well, he simply can’t do something like this again. Not when you’re his wife, not when you are expecting his first very own child.
“I will. But only if these jerks leave me alone”, he grumbles before giving you a passionate kiss.
“That might be manageable. I want to go home now…”
“No problem, I’ll carry you-“
“You really don’t have to carry me-“
“Oh, but I sure as hell will.”
“HAVE A GOOD NIGHT YOU TWO! AND DON’T ACT LIKE A JERK AGAIN, SHINAZUGAWA!”
“Did you have to tell her everything?”
“She’s my friend, Sanemi. Of course I had to.”
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toxic jj maybank . 𓇢𓆸
context : some toxic!jj concepts i have. idk why but i’m such a whore for toxic jj 🥰.
tws : emotional abuse, a lil bit of angst ig, implications to sex,
imo toxic jj isn’t toxic in the way rafe is toxic – he wouldn’t control what you wear, or where you are or any of that rafe bs. his type of toxic would be completely different.
communication? huh, jj has never heard of it. unless it’s the sounds of your moans during makeup sex. yes, jj maybank would hate communicating with you or frankly anybody after an argument. ignoring the problem till it slowly recovers itself or fucking your brains out are the only 2 options. n’ when he really fucked up nd said some nasty shit to you, he’ll give you the most tooth rotting aftercare.
speaking of him ‘fucking up’, jj would SO lash out easily. even if it’s not you who’s the problem, he’ll fixate on anything small you did and act like that is what pissed him off, and worst of all, he won’t even tell you the reason. imagine your lip quivering and eyes glassy, whilst jj is in-front of you, nose to nose, and him just yelling. “y’know your just such a fuckin’ attention seeker, must’ve gotten that from your precious mommy, huh?”. damn- the way he’d dig into your family issues esp if u hv daddy or mommy issues, and jj would compare you to all the people you spent your whole life trying not to be. ughghghgh the pain ☹️!
i can only imagine the guilt he’d feel when he realized how bad he lashed out, knowing he was trying to work on it. seeing tears steaming down your face, sobs wracking your body as you hug yourself is probably the most gut wrenching, chest tightening, heart breaking feeling for him. and after all, he is his fathers son.
“fuck.. fuck-“ he wrapped his arms around you and started tearing up himself. “m’ so sorry baby. i swear, no, i promise i didn’t mean to do that shit again. baby please i’m sorry don’t cry.” as he frantically started kissing your head trying to get you to respond, yet alone glance at him.
the more you cry, the worse he feels. jj grabs your jaw softly, making you look up a him. your puffy eyes and red nose on display, making your hurt more displayable. “y/n baby, you forgive me right?.. y-y’know i didn’t mean it?” and when you try and turn your head away again he tightens his grip on you. “say you forgive me. please.”
those puppy eyes, down-turned lips and sorrow look on his face always does it for you. the way he brushes your hair out of your face and scans your own eyes for any sign of lenience.
“i forgive you.”
and those three words are what ALWAYSSS make you fall right back into his little trap. days after this it’s always constant affection towards you, movie nights, passionate sex, kisses showering you, and stealing you a new pair of sunglasses.
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Outgrown…(miles morales x reader)
Miles and Y/n always walked hand and hand growing up. They were best friends…secretly in love…but then came in Gwen.
They fell into arguments frequently..
“Y/n you don’t get it! God! I just wish she was here all the time!”
Silence stayed between the two. Tears slipped from Y/n ‘s eyes.
Rio and Jeff heard everything miles said and how much Y/n just tried to remain calm and comfort him. They didn’t understand about what or why but they assumed he was just missing a girl Y/n couldn’t be.
“ok..ok you’re right I’m not her…and I don’t get it..I’m so sorry I can’t be her or won’t ever be her.”
Sorry.
that was all Y/n ever knew to say. The girl was so good at overthinking with her heart. Too needy for her own good…Miles knew that and he didn’t have to say it for Y/n to feel it.
“yea..so..just ugh just realize it. you don’t understand what I’m going through ! I just wish you got that.”
“I do..i do. Please stop. I’m just trying to comfort you. Remember that I was always here before Gwen and after Gwen. It was always me miles.”
“Well…I’m sorry but I just don’t want your comfort: Whatever you’ve got to say..it won’t make me feel better.”
Y/n loved Miles but he never accepted her affection or friendship anymore…they were outgrowing each other and it physically hurt her heart.
Whenever she hung out with him she shouldn’t have to feel this way…she felt horrible and felt like everything was a competition between her and Gwen. He compared them all the time now. This wasn’t how it was supposed to feel…not when they spent what? Their whole life together.
“ok..that’s ok..I have to go, goodnight Miles.”
that’s all Y/n could settle on saying goodnight and go.
Y/n opened the door to both parents listening in the living room. She quickly dried her tears before they fell.
“oh honey…”
Rio rushed up to Y/n hugging her as she shed tears on her shoulder.
Jeff spoke softly and tried lighting up the mood for the young girl.
“It’s ok! We’ll get him to come back to you! You’re our favorite Y/n. He’s just not thinking straight, I’ll knock his senses straight!”
“oh…it’s ok Mr.Mórales. It’s just the way he feels and that’s fine. I’ll be just fine, I won’t be around for awhile..I wish the best for you two. I love you guys!”
Y/n gave both parents the sweetest hug before letting go and walking out the door.
That was the last time the family and her spoke.
Miles thought about all of it for the next month. He couldn’t feel anymore guilty, now that Y/n made it clear she didn’t want to talk anymore…little did he know the sweet girl couldn’t bother to open his texts cause all she kept on hearing her as his voice yelling at her repeatedly
Miles: Y/n
Miles: I’m sorry
Read 11:09 p.m.
Miles: I know you opened my text
Miles: you know i didn’t mean it
Delivered
this wasn’t the first time Miles reminded Y/n she no longer had much importance to him..she couldn’t bare forgiving him again only to get hurt.
Y/n was precious to Miles, but she no longer compared to Gwen and he was too blind and upset to realize..she’s exactly what he needed. The girl who he grew up with knew everything about him, knew how to hold him down, and love him the way he was supposed to…for the longest Y/n was his breath of fresh air.
In many ways it was because Y/n never had powers like him..that’s the biggest thing she didn’t have that Gwen did. But was it really that beneficial? Y/n would pull him back to a normal life…to reality.
Miles kept Y/n in his orbit, rather she realized it or not. He smiled every time he saw her. Even though he knew he hurt her, he loved her from a far. All Miles needed was for Y/n to shut him out and not talk to him, leaving him in the dust..that last month of no contact with her broke him. That’s when he realized he could complain about missing Gwen but he wouldn’t actually do anything about it..not like the way he would with Y/n. She was where his heart resides.
Y/n always worked late to help her mother keep food on the table and her siblings shoes well kept. So, Miles followed her when she did her walks home…he could see the stress she was going through, how desperately she needed a way out.
When Rio visited the corner store Y/n worked at she never failed to mention Miles
“Ay Mija he misses you! I miss you! You were the brains behind all his projects..now that boy can barley think.”
The sweet girl smiled and respected Rio for her support always, but it hurt her hearing about him. By the end of the day Y/n’s body was so sore and her mind was fried..Miles wasn’t there, so she had more times for shifts. Y/n made sure she was going to graduate valedictorian, top of her class. Show her younger brother and sister that they can do it too…she’d set a higher curb. Her mother couldn’t be any prouder.
The hard work and sweat is what seemingly caught Miles attention. Y/n knew what she wanted and she was going to go for it.
That, was something Y/n had that Gwen didn’t. His best friend always remained humble and kind to everyone. Never once called his parents out there name…never once raised her voice unless she was really frustrated. Truth was he never heard her yell so..he would never know. Y/n never once betrayed him or turned her back to him, not like the way Gwen did. Of course he forgave her..but when you mess up as bad as he did..do you deserve forgiveness?
After awhile of missing her, needing her. He’d figure he would follow her example. Go for what he wanted, go for the idea he constantly pushed away… and so he knocked on the door of her apartment hoping it’d be her.
“Lita! Ve a bañarte y de ahí vas a tu cuarto and I’ll be there.”
Miles could hear her sternly mother voice and hear chairs shift. Then there was a little girls voice..Lita’s the exact copy and paste of younger Y/n.
“Why did he yell at me? I hate him!”
“I’m sorry Lita! I was just upset!
His confidence went down the drain immediately hearing the little sister yell and the silence the brother got from his response. It’s obviously wasn’t the same argument and situation but it was frustrating because all he wanted was to take back the girl he took for granted.
Miles waited out the door with roses knocking one more time to get Y/n’s attention. When chains from locks were coming undone and the door finally creaked open, Y/n was taken by surprise…
!❤️💙!
i just wrote this up because i needed something to do with this song, it been stuck in my head! nothing too serious :)! the whole thing Lita said and her older brothers response was supposed to be a cute parallel of y/n being mad at miles for yelling and miles apologizing
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Your writing is addictiveeeee. Can u do ur ocs reaction to being cheated on by reader? Im so down bad for jesse 😫 hes just a lil guy who wants to be loved! Sue me!
The yanderes reaction to you cheating on them
Thank you smmm🫶 but fr I’m down bad for Jesse as well even tho he’s a lil psycho🫠
I can make a part two for the rest of the oc’s if anyone’s interested I just usually go for these oc’s because they’re the most popular and seem like a common favorite.
warnings: obsessive behavior, stalking, yandere themes, murder, stealing appearance and changing appearance (not reader), nsfw content, imprisonment, keeping reader locked up.
find out more about these characters here.
Ava (yandere best friend)
She’d go off the rails. She’ll cry and sob her heart out. she won’t talk to anyone except for you. Her phone is filled with missed calls and worried messages from her family and friends. Everyone gets so worried they start showing up at her apartment door but she’s too busy crying into her pillow waiting for your call or to hear your sweet voice outside her door.
She’d take you back in a heartbeat. Just please please don’t leave her.
Even if you already moved on and decided to be with your partner she’s still stuck on you and obsessing over how to get you back.
She’d go over every detail of the physical traits of the bitch you cheated on her with and tries to match it. What did you even see in them? they’re nothing compared to her!
Doesn’t matter. She’ll do whatever it takes. She’ll go as far as dying her hair, getting new piercings if they had any, changing her makeup, changing her entire wardrobe.
You’re absolutely mortified when she shows up at your doorstep looking like your partners lost twin.
Theo (yandere boss)
All his past paranoia will come right up to the surface. He’s always wanted to lock you up so no one would look at you so. No one would breathe your air. He didn’t want anyone to have the pleasure of even looking at you.
And you’ve finally given him a reason.
He has you cooped up in his mansion with no way of getting out. You’re always watched and monitored. Most of the week he’s working from home to be around you. Clothing you, feeding you, bathing you. He won’t let you out of your sight for a single second.
And every time you ask about your partner he’d smile softly and tell you to not worry about them. They don’t mean anything to you anymore.
Because they’re not here anymore.
Warner (rich yandere)
He can never be angry with you. No never~
But he will give you the punishment you deserve.
And he has certain methods for punishment like having you tied up to his bed and leaving you all alone in a dark lonely room with a vibrator strapped to your cunt.
You’re not truly alone of course, he’s always watching you with the cameras he set up.
Howw else is he supposed to stop the vibrator right when you’re about to cum?
Other than making you struggle for his forgiveness he also has to keep you busy while he gets rid of your little problem. He’s hurt people for you before and certainly has killed them but he’s never gotten to this level of cold blooded torture.
He spills their blood while in a trance like state, he’s absolutely drenched in their blood and the scene is gruesome enough to have his body guards who have seen many similar things while working with him not withstand this particular scene.
But you won’t know any of it, you don’t have to. They’re a distant memory by the time he’s back home in brand new clothes and looking as sharp as ever. Some of that rage is still simmering under that cool exterior though so he’s not quite finished with you yet.
Yandere bully
You’re not even in a relationship the guy tortures you on a daily basis! but he saw you get all blushy and smiling while another guy was teasing you in the hallway.
You never blush when he messes you what the fuck is that about?
That’s as good as cheating in his delusional mind.
He starts clinging to you everyday even more than before. Scowling and glaring at any guy who passes you by like a guard dog. You’re too focused on his asshole behavior to notice that you haven’t even seen the guy since.
You’ve heard students around you murmuring about a student who’s been in such a bad accident that he can’t even walk anymore. So many broken bones, swollen flesh, he might have even gotten a brain injury. Poor thing can’t even come to school anymore.
You never made the dots…
bonus! Yandere tentacle monster
Nom.
Let’s not forget this guy is an actual monster the second that guy gets on top of you on the bed he has already devoured him.
He walks toward you with an icy expression while wiping the blood off his mouth not paying any mind to your mortified expressions.
“You could’ve of at least brought a proper meal pet. That tasted absolutely terrible. I’d much rather eat you instead~”
the person reader cheated with knowing they’re absolutely fucked no matter who the oc is:
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Hc for Daryl with a reader that had a similar upbringing but is the opposite? Like instead of being cold and guarded like he is, they're super affectionate and forgiving with others?
I was gonna say that this is so me but then I realised I’m not super affectionate… so this is so me apart from that part😭
Before Daryl properly knew you, he had assumed you had the perfect life before the fall. A nice family and two loving parents who spoiled you because you just seemed perfect.
When the two of you got closer, eventually Daryl opened up little by little about his father and his past and how he was brought up and you sympathised, telling him you understood.
Of course he scoffed and didn’t believe you but you left it at that for a while. You’re similar to daryl in the way that it takes a while for you to be ready to talk about certain things.
But eventually you do, you tell Daryl you’re like him but he refuses which is a little confusing.
“Nah, ya ain’t nuthin’ like me girl…”
“I am Daryl, we went through similar shit”
“Yeah maybe, but ya ain’t like me… ya ain’t… fucked”
Daryl finds it hard to comprehend how you can be so loving and forgiving with others when you’d been through similar situations to him and yet he’s the way he is.
He asks you how you do it, how you give so much of yourself to others and how you’re so attentive and… “normal” is how he puts it (believing that himself is not).
“You can’t be afraid forever, Daryl… what happened to us doesn’t define the rest of our lives”
Daryl can’t help the feeling he gets, he’s so unbelievably drawn to you. The way you’re so gentle with him and you don’t judge, you just listen and he wishes he could’ve known you before, when he was younger.
He nicknames you “sunshine” because that’s what you are to him.
You’re the only person who sees how he gets when he’s down, the only person who can help him get the tears out but also stop them.
And he’s the only person who knows about your past.
You’re always so kind to everyone but every now and then, Daryl can sense when you’re wearing yourself out. When you’re giving away so much and not getting anything back from the others.
That’s when he’ll put his foot down. When you come home he’ll hold you on his lap and give the talk he gives every now and then about not overdoing it.
“Ya gotta stop bein’ so damn perfect, sunshine. You’re tirin’ yerself out, baby… gotta look after yerself too, ya hear?”
You always protest a little, saying you’re fine but in the end he has your head on his chest whilst he strokes your hair as you doze off.
You both learn how to take care of each other and you both know the signs of your lover wearing themselves out.
You show him that not all people are out to hurt him and that he won’t get left behind.
He denies it but you know he’s always worried that if he’s struggling and he shows it then you’ll leave him but you’re good at squeezing the worry out of him, even if it means he sheds a few tears. He’s allowed and he begins to learn that.
I need him 😭
#daryl dixon imagine#the walking dead fanfiction#twd daryl#daryl dixon fanfic#daryl dixon fanfiction#daryl x reader#daryl dixon smut#daryl smut#norman reedus#twd smut
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Crucio (Ominis x GN! reader) HURT/COMFORT
Pairing: Ominis x reader
Warnings: whump, angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, alcohol
Word count: 3.7k
Summary: When you get trapped in Salazar Slytherin’s room of torture, Ominis is forced to relive past trauma. Not being able to bear hearing the sound of your screams he insists on taking your place.
Authors note: This is the first fic I actually finished, hope you enjoy it. Might be a one shot, but I’m thinking about continuing the story.
Finally, Ominis turned around to face you. His expression softened, his mask melting away, revealing the hurricane of emotions he was struggling to hold back.
“Please let me do it. I’d rather take the pain that hear you scream. Believe me, you’ll never forget these kinds of screams. I can’t take hearing you suffer. Please, „ he pleaded. It was an impossible choice, but when you looked at him you knew what to do.
“Are you sure about this?”
“I’m sure. Not my first time, remember?”
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“This is where she died. This is where we’ll die! I shouldn’t have listened to either of you!” Ominis cried out, his voice unusually shrill. While you were searching for comforting things to say, Sebastian, who had been studying the door finally broke his silence. “I’m sorry about your aunt, Ominis. But I know how to get us out of here. It’s going to be difficult,” he murmured absentmindedly. Unlike his friend, the tall brunette did not seem to be bothered by the situation at all, which could only mean he had already come up with a plan.
“What do you mean you know how to get us out of here?” you asked.
“Look around. Tortured faces on the door and ‘Crucio’ etched into the stone. My guess is if we cast the Cruciatus curse the door will open. That’s why Noctua died - she had no one to cast the curse on. Ominis has the most experience with this. He should cast it. You seem to be in Ominis’ favor. Will you ask him about this?”
Knowing how insensitive Sebastian could be, you agreed and carefully approached Ominis, who was still anxiously pacing on the other side of the room. Before you could say anything, he blurted out, “I overheard you and Sebastian, and I won’t do it. The Cruciatus curse is pure torture - I would know.”
“Sebastian told me a little of what happened when you were young. It sounded as if you had no choice,” you replied, hoping he wouldn’t mind his friend sharing this with you. You still vividly remembered how badly he reacted to finding out you knew about the Undercroft. To your surprise, this time he didn’t even mention it. If anything, he seemed glad that he didn’t have to explain it to you himself.
“One always has a choice. I’m as guilty as the worst of my family. Unforgivable curses won’t work unless you really mean them. I had to want to cause pain and for that I shall never forgive myself. That spell is the reason I have no family left,” he exclaimed frantically.
“You’re not a bad person, Ominis. I know you. You are good. What happened was not your fault, do you hear me? You have to forgive yourself.”
Ominis misty grey eyes filled with tears. “Please don’t make me do it. I can’t. I won’t,” he whimpered and covered his ears with his hands, as if to block out a noise only he could hear. “I don’t want to. Please don’t make me.”
Shocked by his reaction you immediately started apologizing. “I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t even have asked. We will figure out another way, I promise,” you assured him, softly placing your hand on his arm. Seeing him this upset rattled you, and you wanted nothing more than give him a hug, but he pulled away and sat down on the floor, cradling his head and rocking back and forth. Unsure what to do you looked at Sebastian for help. He gestured with his head to come to him. You felt awful leaving Ominis like this but obeyed his bidding.
“I’m guessing that’s a ‘no’ from Ominis. It’s up to us then. I can teach you Crucio or I can cast it on you.”
“You know how to cast Crucio? Why did you have me ask Ominis in the first place? You know how badly that spell messed him up!” you snapped at him, pointing at his friend who clearly was not doing well.
“I’m not sure I do. But I think I can cast it if I have to. It sure is a better option than dying in here,” Sebastian replied calmly. His composure was truly remarkable, and you were glad that at least one of you was keeping a cool head. Now it was your turn to do your part. You had already made the decision.
“Alright. But you must cast it. I could never bring myself to hurt you. I’m sorry.”
Sebastian nodded and you took a deep breath and closed your eyes, trying to brace yourself for what was coming next. When you opened them again the two of you exchanged a solemn look, and he pulled out his wand. Before he could open his mouth, Ominis had crossed the room, moving with the stealth and swiftness of a cat and grabbed Sebastian’s arm, forcing him to lower his wand.
“Cast it on me,” he demanded, his face an impenetrable mask.
“Ominis, no. He’ll cast it on me,” you protested but the blonde ignored you, standing his ground.
“Didn’t know you’re all so eager to be tortured,” Sebastian remarked dryly.
Finally, Ominis turned around to face you. His expression softened, his mask melting away, revealing the hurricane of emotions he was struggling to hold back. “Please let me do it. I’d rather take the pain that hear you scream. Believe me, you’ll never forget these kinds of screams. I can’t take hearing you suffer. Please, „ he pleaded. It was an impossible choice, but when you looked at him you knew what to do.
“Are you sure about this?”
“I’m sure. Not my first time, remember?”
You recalled what Sebastian had told you earlier regarding Ominis’ experience with the curse. The thought of his family torturing him as a child, made your blood boil with anger, and now he had to go through it again. Everything inside of you was screaming to take his place but you knew how stubborn he could be. You opened your mouth, ready to argue, but closed it again when you caught Sebastian quietly shaking his head to signal you that you should leave it alone. This way Ominis at least had some control over the situation. The tall brunette took the lead, by pointing his wand and preparing himself to cast the spell.
“Ready?” he asked, looking at Ominis grimly.
“I’m ready.”
Sebastian took a deep breath and his eyes darkened.
“Crucio.”
The second the spell hit him, Ominis groaned and doubled over in pain, his body twitching involuntarily as the curse shot through him in a bolt of cackling red light. The door seemed to feed off his pain, absorbing every single drop of it. You watched with tears in your eyes as he fell to his knees screaming out in agony. Ominis had been right. This was awful. The sounds he made vibrated through your entire body, making the hair on your neck stand up in terror. Finally, you couldn’t take it anymore.
“Stop it, Sebastian.” you screamed hysterically, your voice breaking but he shook his head again. The door was not open yet. Not knowing what to do you threw yourself on the floor next to Ominis and took his hand, hoping it would give him some sort of comfort. His screaming had died down to a mere whimpering, which for some reason was even worse. You fought the urge to hold your ears to block out the awful sounds coming from the boy on the ground and held his hand even tighter. At last, the door started to melt away, giving way to the room behind it and Sebastian stopped the spell.
Ominis was on his side, his misty eyes staring into nothingness. “Ominis?” you asked carefully but he didn’t react. Sebastian joined you and kneeled next to his other side, checking on his friend. “I’m sorry. Are you alright?” When this too was met with silence you exchanged a worried look with Sebastian. You had both heard the horror stories of people being driven mad by the curse. “Ominis. Say something.” After another 30 seconds that felt like an eternity, he opened his mouth and whispered, “I’m fine.” Slowly, he sat up and a small sob escaped your lips. He was a mess. His face was wet with tears, his hair disheveled and robes covered in dirt. “Don’t scare us like that,” Sebastian grumbled and roughly patted his friend’s shoulder, before getting up and glancing through the doorway. “You have to see this! We made it. We found Salazar Slytherin’s scriptorium.”
Still in shock, you watched Sebastian disappear into the other room, leaving you alone with Ominis. For a moment, you sat in silence, both trying to process what just happened. “Are you really alright?” you asked, even though you could already guess the answer. He most definitely did not look okay. In fact, you had never seen him in such a state before. He was there but not really present. The confident, sassy Slytherin you had gotten to know and love was gone, his body an empty shell. It was like he was trapped in his own dimension of hell, having to relive the torture he went through as a child. He flinched when your question brought him back to reality, then slowly turned his head to face you, “Not really. You?” “Not really.”
You fell into each other’s arms, desperately holding on to each other, trying to find comfort in the warmth of the embrace. You felt his body relax against yours and leaned into him, even more. A stifled sob escaped his mouth, and he buried his head in your shoulder. Following his example, you let your tears flow freely. The sound of his screams still rang in your ears. The sheer agony in his voice was the worst thing you’ve ever heard, and you couldn’t stop replaying it in your head. You needed him as much as he needed you. His arms wrapped around you, holding on to you as if you were the only thing keeping him from drowning.
You let your fingers run through his hair and pressed your face into his neck, inhaling the sweet scent of his shampoo. Your touch seemed to have a calming effect on him, his breathing slowed down and his grip on you weakened. “You’re okay,” you murmured over and over again, like a mantra, unsure if you were saying this to soothe him or yourself. Slowly, the chaos in your head started to ebb down. It was impossible to tell if you stayed like this for minutes or hours but neither of you was ready to let go. Finally, Ominis tightened his grip on you once more before breaking away.
For a moment you looked at each other in awkward silence, both unsure what to say after the intimate moment you had just shared. “Ominis…” you started but he interrupted you. “I don’t want to talk about it. For now, let’s focus on getting out of here.”
With one swift movement he got up and elegantly offered you his hand. A gentleman as always. Glad, that he seemed to be back to his old self again, you let him help you up. After dusting himself off, he took the lead and walked towards the entrance of the scriptorium, with you following close behind. All of a sudden, your gaze fell on the pile of bones in the corner, and you froze. “What’s wrong?” Ominis asked, his voice full of concern. “Your aunt. Her…remains are right behind you.” “Oh.” You guided his hand towards the spot so that he could see it with his wand, watching his face closely for his reaction but he remained expressionless. Then he quietly asked, “Would you mind giving me a minute alone?” It broke your heart how much pain he had to endure in one single night, and you squeezed his arm reassuringly before stepping through the doorway.
When you entered the scriptorium, you were greeted by Sebastian, who seemed to be completely oblivious to what just happened. “What is taking you guys so long? Come take a look at what I found. Slytherin’s spell book. I have only browsed but it looks promising. I think this could be the key to curing Anne.” His eyes sparkled with excitement when he showed you the old dusty tome with Slytherin’s initials on the front.
“That’s great news Sebastian,” you replied, forcing yourself to give him a smile. Of course, you were happy that there was new hope for curing Anne, but the price for this book had been high and Ominis was the one who had had to pay it. Sebastian didn’t notice and enthusiastically continued talking while he showed you around the scriptorium.
“This room is amazing. I could spend hours and hours rummaging through all of these books.”
“Yeah.”
“What’s with the sour face? Ominis is fine, isn’t he?” he grumpily asked, as he turned around to look for his friend, who was nowhere to be seen.
“No. And neither am I. I want to leave. You got what you came here for.” It wasn’t your way to be so cross with him, but you were still on edge and desperately wanted to get away from this place, that was practically vibrating with dark magic.
Sebastian looked at you with a mixture of confusion and defiance. “You can’t be serious? There is still so much to explore.” You let out a deep sigh and prepared to argue, when Ominis appeared at the foot of the stairs, joining in on the conversation. “I agree. Let’s get out of here.” His voice was calm and authoritative, leaving no room for debate. In one hand, he held his wand, the other was clutching a gigantic vase. You furrowed your brows in confusion before you realized what he had been doing while you and Sebastian had been talking. “Is that…?”
“I am going to take her with me. Give her a proper burial.”
Finally, understanding dawned in Sebastian’s face and he gave in, waiting for you to take the vase from Ominis before gesturing to follow him. The exit was hidden in an eerie looking statue of Salazar Slytherin’s face with a snake coming out of its mouth. Sebastian stepped forward and tapped the snake’s head with his wand, causing the statue to rotate and reveal a platform of sorts. “After you.” A few minutes later, when all of you were back in the Slytherin dungeon, Sebastian spoke up. “About your aunt Ominis -”
“Please, Sebastian. All I want is for you to swear never to engage in anything to do with dark magic ever again. You almost got us all killed tonight, with your stupid obsession with the scriptorium.”
“We are so close to curing Anne. I found Slytherin’s spell book in the scriptorium, and I think I saw something that could be useful….”
Ominis face crumpled with pain and disappointment. His best friend truly did not care about anything other than his search for a cure. He turned away from Sebastian, who was still rambling on about some spell he had found. When he noticed that Ominis wasn’t listening he snapped at him, “Why are you not happy for me? I thought you cared about my sister.”
After a long, tiring night, you’d had enough of his selfish behavior and stepped in.
„I know how important finding a cure for Anne is to you, but right now this is about Ominis. We put him through hell tonight, do you understand that? He has every right to be angry at you. You keep putting yourself before everyone else and completely ignore the wreckage you leave in your path.”
Sebastian glared at you, ready to retaliate. “Why isn’t he angry at you then? After all, you convinced him to go in there.”
“I’m sure he is, and he is right to be. Tonight was a mistake. Now take this and find a place to hide it for tonight. It’s the least you can do. Tomorrow we will decide what to do with it. I’m taking Ominis home.” You handed him the vase with Noctua’s remains and held his angry gaze.
“He can find his own way back to the dorms you know. He’s not helpless.”
“Of course he can. I just don’t want him to be alone right now.”
With that you turned around and demonstratively took Ominis hand, interlocking your fingers with his. “Let’s go.” You felt his surprise, but he went along with it and didn’t pull away. Usually, he hated it when people tried to help him in any sort of way, and you almost expected him to snap at you but tonight he was tame as a kitten, letting you lead him down the corridor, away from a fuming Sebastian. He too seemed to be too tired to argue. The sound of your steps echoed through the empty corridors as you walked in silence. When you stopped in front of the entrance of the Slytherin dorms, you waited for him to take charge and decide whether or not he wanted to invite you into their common room. He didn’t let go of your hand when he spoke the password and the gigantic snake revealed the door. After a few seconds of hesitation, he stepped forward, gently pulling you with him and you followed.
You had been here quite a few times with Sebastian, still the elegance and grandeur of the Slytherin common room never ceased to amaze you. The room was filled with eerie greenish light leaking from the windows showing the depths of the black lake. The only sound was the gentle cackle of wood being devoured by the flames. You followed Ominis, or rather let him guide you, to a sofa right in front of the big windows that faced the water. Only then did he let go of your hand and slumped into the soft pillows. You awkwardly waited a few moments before sitting down yourself. Ominis rubbed his face and sighed wearily, “I don’t need you to stand up for me.”
“I know. I just wanted to make it clear to him how wrong his behavior was tonight. I’m so sorry I dragged you into this. I should have never asked you to show us the entrance. This is my fault.”
“I appreciate that. I have already forgiven you. Everybody makes mistakes.”
You raised an eyebrow, knowing full well that Ominis was usually not one to hold back his anger when someone screwed up. His tongue was as sharp as his wits and not something to be messed with, as you knew from firsthand experience. Tonight, he was oddly calm, it was almost unsettling.
“Yeah, but mine almost got us killed.”
“You know me. I’m a thrill seeker,” he replied dryly, making you snort with laughter. Amused by this, Ominis too started giggling and you laughed even harder. It probably was the adrenaline, but you could not stop laughing, both of you cackling hysterically like maniacs. It took you some time to calm down, but the laughter had helped dissolve some of the stress and you felt a little better.
“Glad you have your sense of humor back. Seriously though, are you going to be okay?” you asked solemnly.
“Don’t worry about me.”
“Of course I worry about you, silly. You have been through a lot tonight.”
“Please don’t. I can’t…I can’t talk about it,” he whispered, and his entire body stiffened. Trying to hide how much this affected him he dug his nails into the palms of his trembling hands and avoided your gaze.
“That’s alright. Just know, if you do need to talk, I’m here for you,” you replied softly and placed a hand on his outstretched leg. By now you understood that physical touch had a calming effect on him. It was odd, since he was a very withdrawn person, not like Sebastian, who was rather touchy and comfortable with physical proximity. Ominis was a proper gentleman, always keeping his distance, never intruding your personal space. Yet tonight he really seemed to need the intimacy of human touch.
“There should be some firewhiskey in the globe behind us, would you mind getting it?”
“Are you trying to get me drunk?”
“I’m inviting you to join me for a nightcap.”
“Well, if you put it like that, how could I resist?” you chuckled and got up.
As promised, when you opened the globe, you found an almost full bottle of firewhiskey. You waved the bottle in the air letting the liquid slosh loudly against the glass, to let him know about your find and returned to the sofa, but it was empty. Ominis had made himself comfortable on the floor in front of it, resting his arms on the seat. Following his example, you sat down next to him on the soft carpet and handed him the bottle. He took a deep swig of the bronze liquid and passed it on to you. You took a small sip and coughed, quickly handing it back to Ominis. After another few sips he broke the silence.
“Why are you so kind to me?”
“Because I care about you. Is that so hard to believe?”
“Yes.”
Too tired to talk, you reached for his hand, and he took it. The way his fingers wrapped around yours ever so gently felt like the most natural thing in the world and you felt the urge to never let go of his hand again. For a while you sat in silence, quietly passing the whiskey back and forth, then Ominis spoke up again.
“You know why I like to sit here so much?” He paused for a moment to look at you, waiting for you to meet his gaze. For a moment you got lost in the reflection of the lake in his milky grey eyes. “Because I like the way, the water breaks the light. I can see light and shadow, you know? When I watch the lake, the light is dancing.”
“That sounds beautiful. Tell me about it.”
“It dances with the rhythm of the waves. It’s so soothing it’s like listening to a lullaby. Sometimes, when it’s stormy it gets really fast and erratic, it’s like I can see the thunderstorm.”
Slowly but surely the alcohol was taking effect and he was struggling to stay awake. He rested his head on your shoulder and asked, “Can we just sit here and watch them for a while?" already starting to slur his words a little.
“Ominis?”
“Mhm?”
“Never scare me like that again.”
Instead of answering he nestled his face into your neck and sighed. You rested your head on his and listened to his breathing slow down as he started to fall asleep, still not letting go of your hand. You smiled at his cute little snores before you too drifted off to sleep.
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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐭𝐑 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞
⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!
Warnings: not self-harm scars, but there are mentions of war/battle and violence, talks of being a prisoner of war
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Legolas’ is here.
𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲: You’ve been in many battles, fights and wars. And your s/o is seeing your scars for the first time.
𝐀𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐧
・It was late evening, both of you had had your supper, but even after you had finished eating, you were still sitting at the oak table
・Unwinding, you were both relaxing after a big day
・Aragorn was smoking pipeweed, and you were happy with your wine
・The snow was falling outside and you were both rugged up
・The conversation from the day had found its way into your chambers
・Although there was no threat of war, it was still spoken about since Aragorn was the ruler
・He was no stranger to seeing the horrors of war, it was drastically different when he saw the effects of it on your body
・He was devastated.
・His gruff voice asked about what you had been through
・Aragorn filling both your cups in celebration of surviving
・Though neither of you were drunk, the affect of the drink was starting to make you both loosen up
“Do you regret them?” Aragorn said suddenly, breaking the impregnated silence
“I don’t.” You said after a while, insinuating that you didn’t see your scars as a negative thing
It was quiet for a while. But not the type of silence that was awkward. Nothing with Aragorn felt awkward, nothing.
After taking another sip from your cup, you asked him the same, “Do you?”
“For some...I do.”
・He said it without looking in your eyes
・And he took a long puff of his pipe. After blowing the smoke from his mouth, he reached across the table and took ahold of your hand
“I just want you to know. I love you.”
𝐄𝐨𝐰𝐲𝐧
・She hadn’t been in many battles herself, so seeing your scars took her breath away
・Many long slices that had healed badly, some healed well
・All depending on how many healers had been there during the fights
・Eowyn’s long hair travelled down her back in a braid that you had done earlier
・Making it so her hair didn’t fall in her face as she trained
“That looks like it hurt,” she said absentmindedly, reaching out to stroke the reddish coloured scar.
Without meaning to, you laughed and nodded enthusiastically. “It bloody did.”
・Her heart broke for you
・But she laughed lightly at your response
・You were both standing, staring out the window which overlooked the village below
・Her hand snaked down to yours and squeezed
“I’m sorry,” she whispered, entwining her fingers, still looking out the window
“Thank you, but I did what I had to do. And this is what came of it.”
・She turned to you then, and leant her forehead against yours
“I won’t let you get hurt again.”
“And I you.”
𝐁𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐫
・Sighed when he saw them, hanging his head in defeat. “I wish you never had to go through that.”
You smiled at him, “No other choice, my lord.”
・Although you meant the name as a joke, a teasing nickname, he took it in a different way -
・Like he could have somehow stopped this from happening. That he had the power to stop it.
・He was very upset
・And went to sit by himself for a bit
・You didn’t go after him; sometimes people just need time to process their feelings. In other words - to feel their emotions...and work through them
・When he came back, Boromir got on both of his knees and held your hand against his face.
・Shocked, you let him lead the situation
“Y/n, forgive me. Please forgive me.”
・Your shock didn’t waver, it didn’t falter - only grew
“Boromir, why would you ask for my forgiveness?” You knelt as well, so you were on the same level.
“Because your family has lived in my kingdom for so long. Every decision my forefathers have made led you to endure this. They are to blame, and therefore, I am to blame.”
・Tears welled in both of your eyes and he stroked his thumb against your cheek
“I will not forgive you. Because there is no need for you to apologise. I know you will be a just ruler, but I will not have you apologise for my decisions.”
・Kneeling, he took you in his arms and hugged you fiercely. His hand firmly holding your head to his chest.
𝐀𝐫𝐰𝐞𝐧
・Her gentle voice soothes you, it was the end of another battle and she was healing your wounds
・As your partner, she tended to you without breaks. You had your own rooms that she took you to, getting help from the other’s to move you to the bed
・She was with you day and night
・So she saw your scars when you were unconscious and her heart broke from what she saw
・Arwen never wanted you to go through the hateful thing that was war. And seeing the results of that on your skin made her want to kill every person who did that to you
・When you finally awoke, she was asleep next to you
・But the moment you stirred, she jumped up and hurried to your side
“My love, how do you feel?”
“...sore,” you said in a croaky mumble
・She smiled, going to get you some salve and drink that would mull the pain
・When you realised you were topless, you deflated
・And when she came back, you stared at her, trying to see if anything had changed in her since seeing your scars
・When you were about to talk, she beat you to it
“Yes, I’ve seen them. And I’m sorry you went through that.”
・You were glad she spoke, because you still didn’t have the strength to explain
・It was like Arwen could sense it; or maybe she just understood beings better than most. Because she didn’t push for it, she didn’t ask you too many questions.
“I can do my best to fade them as well, if you wish.”
・It took you a while to decide, but at the end of it. You decided against it.
“They’re apart of my story.”
・And again, she understood.
𝐅𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐫 (this is where talks of being a prisoner of war is)
・You were both up late talking about life and the conversation went to war and what you had both experienced
・A deep conversation that you both didn’t intend on having
・It was late night, with the stars above you, a fire in front of you and two pales of ale next to you
・Faramir didn’t mean for the conversation to go to a darker place
・But you were in the beginnings of your courtship and you wanted to learn more about each other
・It wasn’t until you took off your large jacket and left on your undershirt that he noticed the raised slices on your skin
・He took a sharp intake of breath, seeing your arms alone...it broke his heart to see just how hard you had fought for what you believe in
・Faramir didn’t know how to bring it up, but you knew what he was talking about
・You had been a prisoner of war, and had been tortured for information...but still held strong. They got nothing out of you but a bunch of spitting and swears
・It was Aragorn who had found you, and both you and Faramir were eternally grateful
・But Faramir hadn’t seen how bad the orcs had hurt you
・Their brutality was obvious and it took everything in Faramir not to scream out in agony and hatred
・You, who he loved so much. Who made him feel whole, who made him feel like the world made sense, who gave him a purpose - a will to live
・The fact that someone had hurt you so badly... he wished he could return the favour a hundred times over
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AS SAID BY FENRIS * assorted dialogue from dragon age ii, updated version
meeting you was the most important thing that ever happened to me.
i can’t bear the thought of living without you.
you are too willing to involve yourself in the affairs of others.
nothing could be worse than living without you.
before we found you, there was a moment when i… don’t do that again.
you should really post some guards outside, considering all the trouble you get into.
everywhere we go, people try to kill you.
i don't want to hear another word out of you.
and here we are again. for the fourth time.
how much do you wish to test that luck of yours?
it seems you have won the day. well done.
why must you go on about this?
i can do that, if you wish.
i am alone.
i'm afraid to ask what brought this on.
is this going anywhere?
do you want to guess what color my underclothes are again?
you’re squandering something you don’t understand.
you do not like your name?
you'd look pretty in one.
i felt like a fool. i thought it better if you hated me.
nobody asks for their fate.
oh. that. it’s... a talent.
it was better than anything i could have dreamed.
do not make light of this. leaving was the hardest thing i’ve ever done.
whatever you need, i am ready to assist.
the true character of any city is found among its poor.
i enjoy following you.
i didn’t come here to burden you further.
we have never discussed what happened between us three years ago.
is there no one else who has your attention?
you wound my pride with such accusations.
break their heart, and i will kill you.
you keep staring at me. is it my eyes again?
you are more naive than i thought.
did i hear correctly?
that is my hope as well.
i don’t want your pity.
i needed to be alone.
that night... i remember your touch as if it were yesterday.
i shouldn’t trouble you with this. my problems are not yours.
how is it you get into these situations so often?
you did the right thing. many would turn a blind eye.
you do not want to know the answer to that.
i don’t know. it’s just something people say.
you have an entire story written in your head already, don’t you?
a shame that you are going to die, no?
i should have asked for your forgiveness long ago. i hope you can forgive me now.
from what i gather, you like a lot of things.
you wish to do this here? in front of everyone?
i’ve never spoken about what happened to anyone.
why are you watching me like that?
i remain at your side.
i may not get a chance to say this again.
thank you for asking me to come along.
perhaps this is what it means to have a friend.
i suggest keeping your distance.
if there is a future to be had, i will walk gladly into it at your side.
we need to stop and rest when we’ve a moment.
this ground is cursed. only wretched or ignorant souls would linger here.
i cannot imagine what it must be like to lose your family. anything i could say would be insufficient. i’m sorry.
i have never allowed anyone too close.
forget i said anything.
it’s so wonderful having my personal business as someone else’s sport.
well... at least i’m not dead.
you were never ordered to kill?
does it bother you? should i stop?
promise me you won’t die.
do not bare your heart to me, unless you would have me rip it out.
is that a compliment of an insult?
do you intend to go after me, then?
it is always good to be at your side.
thanks for getting rid of them.
i imagine you imprisoned them?
you have my thanks.
i am yours, as always.
the smug sense of superiority does give you away.
you caught them, then?
there you are. were you hurt? what happened?
i don’t know what to say, but i’m here.
surely you can’t hope to best me.
i am yours.
we should move on.
i could ask you the same thing.
i just... am pleased to see you, that’s all.
you are looking for forgiveness, but i’m not the one who can give it to you.
they say death is only a journey. does that help?
i stand ready.
shall we end this quickly?
another battle is upon us.
you frightened me.
oh, you've learned a few new words.
keep going. i'm sure your training will kick in any moment.
to be honest, i see no point in filling these moments with empty talk.
my wounds need attention.
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Moonflower #18
Masterpost
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Warnings: domestic abuse
Kit escorted David inside.
“I shouldn’t be here,” David mumbled. “I should go home.”
“Hush,” soothed Kit. “You’ll feel better after some food.”
The servant’s entrance was less crowded, but the hall where the staff ate was full of people. Eyes landed on him and David, and he tried not to make contact with any of them.
David sniffed as they sidestepped the crowd, and Kit grabbed a napkin for his tears. He grabbed two plates of food for them as they sat in a corner.
“I don’t know what to do,” David whispered, picking at his meal.
Kit took a sip of his water. He was already finished; and his stomach yearned to ask if David was going to eat the rest of his food. He should probably eat another nighttime meal later if he didn’t want to wake up hungry.
“Why not stay in the castle? There’s servants quarters. Surely there’s space.”
“I can’t just abandon him.” David put his fork down, hanging his head. “What would Mom say?”
Kit didn’t know much about mothers and fathers. He was a proximity child, raised communally, but he knew this was wrong.
“I don’t think your mother would want you to stay with someone who hurts you.”
“He’s my father,” David weakly protested.
“What does it matter? He hits you. He takes your money. Family isn’t always good for you.”
“He’s sick!”
Kit hesitated. He didn’t know if humans died of grief like fae could, and perhaps David’s father was afflicted. “Sick with what?”
David shook his head. “He drinks, and loses his temper. It’s not his fault.”
“It isn’t your fault either.”
David worried his lip. “It isn’t your fault,” Kit repeated.
“I- If I were a better son-”
“Don’t say that,” Kit said, firm. “You are a good son. You love your father. You’ve been taking care of him.” He reached for David’s hand, rubbing his thumb in soothing circles over his hand. “He hasn’t been a good father to you.”
David sobbed, his hand coming up to hide his face. “He’s going to be so mad at me,” he wept. “He’ll hurt me.”
Kit hummed low and soft. “I won’t let him,” he said. “Mistress won’t let him.”
“As if you could stop him,” David muttered bitterly.
“What?”
“You- I mean,” he stuttered. “I’m sorry. I was going to say something rude. I didn’t mean it.”
Kit’s gut twisted. He knew what David was thinking.
If you couldn’t protect yourself, how could you protect him?
“It’s o-” Kit choked on the lie squeezing his throat. He took a sip of water to wash it out.
“I forgive you,” he said instead, the pain settling down to a dull throb.
David took one of the napkins to wipe his face, gingerly avoiding his black eye. “Her- her majesty knows?” he asked, changing the subject.
“I told her someone was hurting you. I didn’t tell her anything else.”
“Okay.”
They sat in silence, the roar of the room filling in the lapse.
“Would you like to come to my room?” asked Kit. “You might relax more there.”
“Okay.”
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The hallways were mostly clear, as everyone was at lunch. Only a few guards were posted, and a bad feeling weighed in his mind like a stone when he realized how few of them they had passed.
His intuition was rarely wrong.
They rounded a corner, and in the hall was a lone man. A stranger.
David stopped up short behind him. David’s breath caught in his throat, and Kit knew this was his father.
He was almost the same height as Kit, with a head of graying hair and a thin build. Kit could smell the alcohol coming off of him in waves, mixed with stale sweat.
He must have come in from a side entrance. Perhaps a guard had recognized him as David’s dad, and thought he was harmless enough.
David whimpered behind him, and the man turned. He was sober, guessed Kit, based on his eyes and posture. A rare occurrence from what David had told him.
“David!” he said, a smile on his face. “There you are. I was so worried when you weren’t at the house.”
“Dad? Are you… okay?” David stepped out from behind Kit, tremble gone.
“Of course, bud.” The man’s eyes wandered to the small sack in David’s hands. “Are you okay? Some of your things are missing.”
Kit narrowed his eyes. He didn’t believe the man’s concern was based in worry for his son, but rather for himself.
“Uh- yeah-”
David’s father advanced on them, his stride controlled underneath the relaxed veneer.
“Are you… moving out, son?” his voice was tight and unnerving.
“W-well,” David stuttered. “I just thought- I mean, I’m an adult now, and-”
The man kept coming, and Kit stepped forward.
The stranger drew up short. “Excuse me,” he said. “Step aside.”
“No.”
The man stared at him. “I’m only trying to talk to my kid.”
“I don’t think you are.”
“What the hell do you know?” snapped the man, his temper flaring.
“Dad, please,” David pleaded.
The man turned on David. “Did this faerie try and convince you to leave? Huh?!”
David stepped back. He shook his head. “No-”
David’s father stepped forward, raised a hand-
Kit dove in front of David, shoving the boy behind him.
The blow landed across his face.
David gasped, and Kit felt himself leave his own body, as if watching from far away.
David’s father started shouting at him, but a high-pitched buzzing in his head drowned out the words.
He could feel the sting on his cheek, and he could barely make out David clutching at the back of his shirt.
Tears ran down Kit’s face, but no sound left his throat. He could hardly breathe.
“Answer me!” screamed the man in his face, and spit landed on his shirt. He couldn’t move.
“What the hell?” said a guard from the end of the hall, and sensation rushed back into Kit’s body. He stumbled back, sucking in air.
David’s father started making excuses, and Kit couldn’t be bothered to listen. The guard’s eyes flicked between the three of them. Her gaze landed on David’s black eye, Kit’s burning cheek, and David’s father’s furious expression.
She drew up tall. “You need to leave,” she informed him. “Or you’re under arrest for assault and trespassing.”
“Assault?” he sputtered. “I was disciplining my son! It’s not my fault this creature got in the way!”
“Leave,” the guard pressed. “I’ve warned you once; you won’t get another.”
The man turned on David. “Your mother would be disgusted with you,” he spat. “I hope you’re happy. Don’t bother coming home.”
He turned and stalked away, the guard escorting him out.
David broke down, his hands on his knees, hunched over and his breath quick and shallow.
Kit watched helplessly, his own breathing irregular.
“I- oh god-” David clutched his chest. “I’m dying.”
“No,” Kit said, his tongue thick and clumsy in his mouth. “You’re panicking.”
“Oh,” laughed David hysterically. “Is that all?”
Kit pulled at his arms, helping him stand. “Come one. You can sit on the couch in my room.”
David nodded, and shakily followed him deeper into the castle.
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Broken Machinery
Epilogue (completed series)
Series masterlist
Connor RK800 x fem!reader
A/N: Roses symbolize forgiveness.
I started this story because I thought, if I actually want to start sharing my writing maybe I should start by writing something I don’t really care about. A throwaway story, so if people don’t like it, it won’t hurt me. Ten chapters later and 43.8k (and then some) words later, here we are. I love these characters, and its actually insane how the story developed. It felt like they were telling it through me, that it was the detective and Connor writing not me. I get what fanfiction writers mean now when they say it's hard to keep ‘Y/N’ a blank slate, it’s nearly impossible to stop a unique personality from growing.
Thanks for making it this far, and thanks for taking care of them.
“We’ve got to get you something other than flowers.”
“I have clothes.”
You groaned in exasperation. “Yeah! Hank’s clothes, because you refuse to let me buy you any, for some weird reason.”
Connor gave you a deadpan expression, “I like my flowers.”
You waved him off, “I know, but I want you to be able to put your own touch on the place Connor. I don’t feel like you live here, I feel like you’re couch surfing.” Connor stood up from the couch and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his embrace.
“I’m still figuring out what ‘my touch’ is, Y/N, just be patient with me.” You pulled away and frowned.
“I don’t mean to make you feel bad, Connor. I just want you to feel like this is home.”
Connor smiled and leaned down, pressing a quick kiss against your lips. He pulled back quickly, knowing it was too easy for the both of you to get swept up in your love. Hank would be coming over with Sumo and Carla for dinner soon, he didn’t need him walking in on you two again. The last couple of times were so embarrassing for you, you hadn’t let Connor touch you for a whole week.
He rubbed his thumb across your cheek, he could never grow tired of staring into your eyes. “You are my home, anywhere you are, is home to me. I don’t need a bunch of stuffed animals or knick knacks to know that.” He smiled, “You were my home before I even knew what that meant.”
Tears lined your eyes and you let your head fall into his neck, “This mascara is really expensive, do not make me cry.” He laughed and squeezed you tighter.
“Come on, they’ll be here soon. We should set the table.” You nodded and managed to steal one last kiss before you went off to go set the table.
Connor looked out the kitchen window, out towards the garden.
He had ripped out all the weeds, repainted the fence and planted each of the flowers.
A warm feeling filled him as he stared at his favorite, a lone black dahlia surrounded by roses.
“Connor,” he turned towards you. Hank had arrived while he was staring out at the garden. Carla behind him, holding Sumo’s leash. You were all waiting for him. He left the dahlia behind and made his way towards you.
Towards his family.
Towards home.
end. — I do not own the characters or the game Detroit: Become Human, but this writing is my own all rights reserved © not-neverland06 2023. do not copy, repost, translate & recommend elsewhere.
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Even More Random Prompts
Some may be similar to each other, I tried to play off of the prompts to create more of the same vein. Shrugs maybe not the best list, but I think it’s fun. Please do not repost. Reblogs welcome.
find other prompts here
I can explain. This isn’t as bad as it looks.
Sometimes bad decisions are the only ones we’ve got.
Rise and shine, it’s time for the worst day of your life.
I’ll bring the vodka, you bring the bad decisions.
Well, no one told me that.
No, we are not keeping the cat.
It’s too early for this.
Is that coffee?
It’s five in the morning, did you expect a warm welcome?
Sorry, all I can provide is sarcasm.
Look at that dog. We need it.
You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you?
You’ve got to be kidding me.
I promise, that was an accident.
Is that a flip phone?
I’m being crafty, shut-up.
There is no such thing as too much glitter.
I have a glue gun and I’m not afraid to use it.
Give me all the dogs, I don’t care.
I need a blowtorch, a roll of duct tape, and marshmallows.
Let’s go on an adventure.
Please tell me you know how to change a tire.
Is that band-aid pink? // With unicorns. // That’ll do.
Wake up asshat, we’ve got crimes to do.
How do you manage to trip over everything?
Here, let me help.
Don’t worry, it’s going to be alright.
Didn’t you meet them on the internet?
Your cat is a judgmental bitch.
I can’t even keep a goldfish alive, how can I handle this?
Let’s make some mistakes.
How about a drink? // Of alcohol or rat poison?
Under no circumstances are you to talk about politics, religion, or your favorite ice cream flavor.
We are in the trenches of a family reunion--survival is the only thing that matters.
Whoever said ignorance is bliss never had anxiety.
What do you mean you don’t know how to ride a bike?
For the record, I totally would have helped with that.
Why would anyone live here?
Have a sticker for your troubles.
Don’t call me that.
You’ve got something on your face.
Can you zip this for me?
What are you wearing?
I don’t know what I was expecting, but this wasn’t it.
Fine then, I won’t say anything.
That was a wonderful accident.
It’s Monday. Again.
Time is funny like that, it really likes screwing me over.
They’re an artist without a canvas
That’s a lot of caffeine.
Well, that’s a little disturbing.
How much have you had to drink?
I only have one love, and that is mozzarella sticks.
So, where were you planning on getting the tattoo?
I thought you hate needles. // Yes, but I like spiting my family more, I’m getting the damn tattoo
You need me more than you hate me.
A lot of people want to kill me. I am very proud of that.
This is the worst day of my life.
C’mon, it’s just family dinner, how bad could it be?
Please don’t kill me, I have a good reason for this.
Care to explain the glitter lotion?
I supported the entire self tanning industry when I was a teen.
I don’t trust myself with this information.
Why do you always choose violence?
My car, my rules. We’re listening to Nickleback whether you like it or not.
Yeah, the vase of dead roses really says a lot.
That’s not a cat that’s a skunk.
I brought your favorite ice cream.
Well you're about as delightful as a kidney stone.
Who the hell are you?
What do you want from me?
Hold on, I’ve got handcuffs in my purse.
Ugh, why are you covered in cheap cologne?
I’m not wearing the right shoes for this.
I’m not the one who paid three hundred dollars for a shirt.
I wanted to buy you flowers.
When a child hands you a rock, you have to accept it.
I’m sorry and I’ll never stop apologizing.
I miss you.
Wait for me, I’ll be home soon.
Are you sure about this?
Please? I brought pizza.
I’m sorry, I never meant to hurt you.
Wait. Please, don’t go?
I just hope you can forgive me.
And they say dropping out of college is a bad thing
Can your fancy degree do this?
I was only arrested one time…The second I got off on a technicality
I cry at any hint of affection
Don’t judge them, they’re just really, really hungry
Is that a clown?
Why is there a llama in the yard?
I know how this looks, but it was not my fault.
Therapy’s too expensive, eat some chocolate.
Would I really lie to you? // Yes.
The last time I trusted you you killed my succulent plant.
How much caffeine have I had?--I’d rather not answer that.
Stabbing people is not a proper expression of emotion.
That was not what I was expecting to happen.
Sorry, I just need seventy years to recover from the embarrassment.
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Mulled wine: Jason Todd x reader
Christmas bingo day 1: mulled wine
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„I’m pretty sure this is not how you do that….” Y/N muttered observing Jason who was bending over backwards trying his best to follow the mulled wine recipe. “It’s not actually supposed to boil!”
„Hush.” he hissed
„But-„
“Oh, I’m sorry I don’t have much experience. You know, when you were out there partying and having the time of your life I was six feet under-“
“supposedly…” she mutters rubbing her forehead, but he barely paid any attention to her, to focused on preparing the drink.
„- besides, I’m doing it exactly the same way Alfred used to-„
„Well, you’re not Alfred, are you though?” she muttered crossing arms over her chest, a second too late realising that she might have hit a sore spot. Jason’s furrowed eyebrows and pursed lips only confirming her beliefs.
“Low blow, Y/N.”
„I’m sorry….” She looked down remorsefully, passing him spice as some sort of peace offering, alongside with an apologetic smile.
„It’s fine.” He hissed not taking it. It was not fine.
„Look, what I meant to say was-„
„Oh, I know what you wanted to say.” He turned around facing her with fire in his eyes that quickly subsided into sadness. „I miss him…”
„Oh, baby…” she was by his side in an instant, holding him tightly trying to make up for her reckless words. „Look, just because you you’re here and he still at the manor doesn’t mean he’s going to forget you….”
„Mhmh” he muttered, leaning into her hold.
“You know you don’t need such an excuse for me to hold you, right?” her whole body rocked with the soft laugh
“I know…”
“But you do it regardless….”
“Two birds with one stone. Got both your attention and your hugs.”
“You’ll burn in hell for playing with my feelings like that.”
“Yeah, I already booked the ticked. But it’s Christmas time and I got a feeling you will forgive me either way, won’t you?” Jason only smirked at his half-flustered, half-irritated girlfriend.
“Dumbass.” She rolled her eyes
“your dumbass” he grinned in response
“my dumbass, who still has to prepare the mulled wine for the Christmas party with your family, may I remind you.”
“How about we not go?” he suggested, holding her a bit tighter, hands running across her back, purposefully making his voice lower, hoarser “I’m fine with Christmas for two, you know….Just you and me, princess….”
“Thought you wanted to see Alfred?” she purred, trying to balance between being resistant to his advances and getting the best of it for herself, flexing a little unsure of how to behave.
“Are you actually making me choose between you and him?” he pulled back, shock, hurt, fear and a bit of disbelief on his face. “You’re a cruel woman Y/N.”
“Of course I am.” She chuckled and kissed him on the lips briefly, pulling away before he made it longer, deeper and more passionate “nuh uh. Back to work. Business before pleasure.”
#jason todd x reader#red hood x reader#jason todd x you#red hood x you#jason todd fluff#red hood fluff#christmas bingo
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random sentence prompts ━ from various tv shows, part 5
i’m sorry i wasn’t here, not just tonight, but every day. i haven’t been here. i know that now.
i know that you just needed me to listen, to hear you.
maybe you should take a break. and… get help.
where did you find that kind of courage?
i thought if i just kept my head down and followed the rules, everything would be fine.
these people kill with false hope.
sometimes what's painful in the moment is what gets you where you need to go.
i enjoy being better at things than everyone else.
i haven’t felt at home in this world.
remember, i’m still betting on you.
okay, but what about me? i’m not ready.
i would give anything to not give a shit, but i do.
time to forgive yourself, kid. you got a future. you gotta see that now.
some nights are so damn dark. and then they still manage to get darker.
every time i try to make something right, i always hurt someone.
it’s like i was living for the first time. and once you feel that, you’ll do anything to keep feeling it.
i don’t want you guys to die for me.
i got my rep as the strong, silent type to think about.
we have to be brave in this life we have, simply to exist now.
they can’t hurt me. there’s no one left that i love.
fuck you, you really hurt my feelings.
all we have is what we carry on our backs.
do you trust me or not?
that’s the thing. if they don’t know it was a lie, they get to just live.
i wanted to be brave. i wanted to be more like you.
i’m not brave. i’m a shit person who does shit things because i don’t give a single shit about anything.
so you feel like you didn’t do enough then, now you have to do everything for everyone.
your head is shoved so far up the future’s ass, you’ve completely abandoned the now.
i haven't had a family in a long time, but i have one now.
i fucked it up because i’m fucked up.
you want me to be scared of you. but i’m not.
you shouldn’t come in here. it’s not safe. i’m not safe.
you’re like the most put together person i know.
you can be charming when you’re not angry or hungry.
i didn’t ask for you to rescue me. you did that, for you.
i’m normal. this is what normal looks like when you’ve had my fucking life.
i don't think it's something you get away with. you still have to live with what you've done.
i’m in this now, and i need to know everything. you owe me that.
how come you never choose me?
you had the guts to do something brave.
people go through all sorts of stuff, bad things, and they don’t tell anybody.
i worry myself, too.
i just know that i need to make my life count. it’s all i can do.
might’ve been shitty parents, but they’re still your parents.
when we get there, we’ll be different. we’ll be ready.
you missed me that much?
a lot of hope is dangerous.
i don’t wanna be who everybody thinks i am here.
it’s the things we love most that destroy us.
you're a good person even with all your bad qualities.
see? we’re good together.
you really think the world’s gonna end?
i’d like for the time i have left on this earth to mean something.
i don’t give a shit anymore. i just want to be a good person.
what if you just want something, and you want it so bad?
i guess we both got what we wanted.
you’re a fucking creep, i’m a fucking catch.
we walked into the darkest place there was, but we did it together.
you’re not bored. your heart’s broken.
i don’t pity you, like at all. i wish i was like you.
she took me straight into the fog of war.
you don’t know everything. and you can’t control me.
you can lie to everyone else, but you can’t lie to me.
you’re fucking badass.
i love you. can you handle me saying that?
i make a habit of expecting the worst so i won’t get hurt.
i know this is too little, too late, but i’d really like us to be friends.
i sure hope you catch me when i fall.
why focus on what’s wrong and not what’s right?
your lies, you can’t even keep track of them.
love is a kind of killing, and none of us get out alive.
maybe something good can come from something bad.
there’s something dangerous about the boredom of teenage girls.
remember half an hour ago when you wanted to murder me?
that’s all we are the whole time, shells with nothing inside.
please, can you just talk to me? anything you need, just say the word.
i keep blaming everyone, but it was me. it was my fault.
yeah, maybe fire and gasoline can hang out.
it is so easy to find yourself in dark places.
what’s right is that i feel something for you that i just don’t feel anywhere else with anyone else.
i’m going to have to take that risk.
you said it yourself, you don’t remember what happened. is it so hard for you to believe you might be innocent?
you know what the worst part is? i really thought i had good instincts.
you’re right, you don’t owe me shit, but i’m asking you anyway.
i could’ve been nicer. i could’ve been less of a monster.
we grew apart from each other. we’re two different people now.
you’re both sad and lonely. you’re a perfect match.
maybe we just needed to work through the bad to get to the good.
you were right. everything is cursed.
god, you are so gruesome.
you take me for everything i’m worth.
it’s okay if you’re scared.
are you trying to get me to forgive and forget?
#sentence prompts#*#ask meme#ask prompts#rp ask meme#rp sentence memes#rp starters#sentence starters#rp sentence starters#meme
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Tw's - Cursing (I'm still awkward with cursing in my fics), a lot of murder talk 😭, angry vex, mean Vex and Vax dad, threats, corrupted religion talk sort of, crying (?)
Type - fic
Genre - Hurt/comfort
Comments - PART 2‼️ This is gonna be set in the Fey realm when you meet the twin's father 😋 AND OMG I'M SO SORRY FOR HOW LONG THIS TOOK 😭😭😭 This deadass took me like, 3 days to write after trying to ignore it to the best of my ability cause I didn't know how to go about it, but here it is finally 😭 (up next is probably gonna be Vax. Him or Kiki)
Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 (coming soon)
Demon worshiper, or redemption seeker?
It was about 9 in the evening as you creeped outside of a humble hut in a village, canvassing the area for any guards or restless souls that could see the crime you were about to commit.
It was easy, sneaking into the house, there was no form of lock on any of the windows or doors. “Careless, naive, damn near idiotic” clouded your thoughts while crawling through the window into the hut. It was supposed to be a simple in and out mission, like the ones before this. Sneak in, locate the target, kill him, then leave in the cover of night and collect the other half of your reward.
First part done, now you just need to find him. You shuffled through the hallways, quiet as a mouse, until you heard heavy footsteps. Bingo.
The footsteps fade away slightly, signaling that he was going the opposite way of your position. Time for step 3, kill him. Sneaking up behind him, you barely noticed his long, elven ear to twitch before he swung around and caught your hand before you sunk your blade down into his back.
Panic immediately sprung through your brain, adrenaline coursing through your veins as you tried to push the blade down with all your might. During the struggle, you managed to push him against a wall and knock into a table in the hallway, the corner of it pressing against his side, the pain splitting his focus from pushing away your blade causing him to lose some distance, and losing more as you finally got more leverage.
As you pushed the man further back into the wall, you saw a glint of something reflecting from the moonlight on the table in his side. It was.. a photo. The man, a woman, and two.. children. Oh gods, he was a father. You were paid to take away a husband and a father. You stopped pushing the blade down in your realization, the man following your gaze.
You slowly pulled away, kneeling down in front of the man. Tears start to pour down your cheeks as you take your hood off as you pull your mask down, revealing your scarred face. “Please, forgive me sir. I deeply apologize for trying to take you away from your family, and owe you so much for nearly doing so.” You look up at him, tears welded up and cascading down fiercely. He thinks for a moment, then crouches down to your level. “I won’t report you to any authorities if you do two things for me, understood?” You nodded quickly, silently begging him to tell you.
“Number 1. Leave your cult, and start anew. I don’t know of your past, nor do I care. The life of a Bhaal worshiper is disgusting, and unforgivable. You’re lucky I’m even considering letting you go. Number 2, you owe me a favor in the future, assuming we ever meet again. You are to do it no matter what it is. And I’ll be reasonable and not ask you to kill someone for me, I have no doubt you’ll refuse to do so after this. Now, leave. And let’s hope we never meet again.
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Many years have passed since that day, and you’re so grateful for it. You got to make new friends, go on so many adventures, and meet your beautiful girlfriend, Vex’ahlia.
Your most recent adventure has become more so of protecting a big ass kingdom from coin and power hungry dragons, which led you with over half of your party in the fey realm. You all have had a very large roller coaster of emotions throughout this journey, a few of which have brought you and Vex together into a loving relationship. As much as you love her, you can’t bring yourself to tell her of your past due to the fear of losing her, leaving you riddled with guilt.
And that guilt was soon replaced with dread when you met her father.. The man you were paid to kill all those years ago. That’s why she and her brother looked familiar, they were his children, they were in the photo. And you knew it would only be a matter of time before he recognized you too. Your only way of hoping he didn’t recognize you was staying quiet.
Which didn’t last long, unfortunately.
You were standing between the chairs Percy and Vex were sitting in, who were discussing the twin’s father giving them safe passage through his newly transported lands in the Fey Realm until they left the walls, when he started to insult them and the journey you all have set out upon.
“You needn’t spin false tales of their exploits,” he held up his smoking pipe and examined it scrutinizingly as he spoke his next harsh words. “The very idea of Vax’ildan and Vex’ahlia standing up for the greater good is… well, rich.” And you had it, you impulsively raised your voice and spoke your thoughts. “I can’t believe you would say that about your own children, how heartless do you have to be to not see the good they’re trying to do for the entire country so YOU can go back home and not worry about being attacked by fucking dragons??” You glared at the man, a very familiar glare.. oh no, you drew attention to yourself, not to mention that you INSULTED the man you owed a favor to! You could see the recognition glint in his eyes, but he said nothing… Yet. He let out a small sigh, standing up from his chair, as he continued despite your outburst, “This is a trying time for all of us. Have you any idea the burden your sudden arrival has caused my family?”
Vax finally decided to speak up, walking closer to the man he was somehow related to. “We didn’t come for a reunion.” He stood just under his gaze but didn’t back down while he was below the gaze of the cold man, “And yet, here you are. Throwing around my name whenever it suits you-” “I despise your name.” Vex intervened as she saw the tension rising. “No, it’s fine.” She spoke carefully, pulling her brother away from their shared father. “No harm intended.” You tried speaking up again, not wanting her to just take the harsh words from her father, “but, he just said-” “It’s… fine.” She interrupted you, softly glaring at you to tell you silently to keep your mouth shut. However, you have a tendency not to listen..
“No, it’s not! I am not about to let your father disrespect you!” You didn’t really care about bringing her father’s attention to you at this point, but you were about to regret it.
“Oh? And what room do you have to talk, murderer?” The room went quiet, a shudder ran down your back as you suddenly remembered the favor he has yet to cash in, and you have a feeling on what it’s going to be..
“What? Love, what does he mean?” Vex is confused, and now her father is due to the nickname.. Welp, this is about to be a shit show. “Love? You really call this.. Disgusting creature love? Will you still love them if they were to tell you about their past?” You froze, your heart beating in your ears. He was grinning, for the first time since you arrived, you knew what that grin meant, shit.
“Go ahead, show her that horrendous mark on your body. Consider this me cashing in my favor from all those years ago.” Vex looked between you two, wondering what the hell was going on. Vax was about to ask what their father meant until you revealed the mark that was once hidden on your body, and the room falls silent again… Percival is the first to speak. “Is that.. the mark of Bhaal, the god of murder.?” He spoke carefully, covering his mouth as his eyes grew wide, matching Keyleth who was next to him, gripping her staff tightly.
“What.. in the loving FUCK do you mean god of murder Percival?!” Vex glares at him, then.. you. “Don’t tell me you.. Killed people to worship some hellish god! And what does he mean by ‘cashing in my favor’, tell me!” She grabbed you by your collar, pulling you close to her. Tears pricked your eyes as you finally told her the last thing you never wanted her to learn about your past.
“I-I.. I used to worship Bhaal.. And I accepted a commission from someone in a different section of the cult to kill your father when I was younger, the same age as you. I didn’t because I saw a family photo of you, him, your mother, and Vax. I finally realized that I was paid to end the life of a man with a family, Vex. He is the man who spared me from imprisonment and gave me the push I needed to leave the cult. Please, forgive me for not telling you.. I wanted to tell you, I swear! I was just afraid you would hate me, or leave me if I told you. Please just understand that-” “I DON’T WANT TO HEAR IT.” Vex yelled in your face, the tears that welded up in your eyes finally falling down your face as you saw the absolute anger and betrayal across her face as she lets go of your collar and storms out of the room muttering curses. You don’t follow her, knowing she needs time to calm down and process the absolute bomb you dropped on her, and your friends.
“You.. kept that from all of us, because you were scared?” Vax spoke in a low tone, almost daring you to answer, but you tried anyway, knowing you deserved it from keeping something so big from them. But before you did, Percy answered for you, placing a reassuring hand on your shoulder. “Yes, they did and for a good reason. They changed, and left that cult, and chose a path of redemption because they felt so bad about the lives they took. And yes, while being part of that cult is normally a very large issue, none of us know how they came to be a part of the cult in the first place. You need to understand that.”
Vax huffed, his glare softening just the tiniest bit. “That doesn’t excuse the fact that you hid this from my sister the entire time you’ve been together with her. Not to mention from all of us during our travels together,” he walked towards you, just like he did with his father, and pressed a finger to your chest. “And you better tell them when we find them again, or I will, and it won’t be pleasant for anyone.”
Vax left, assumingly to comfort his sister. Keyleth and Percy looked at each other, then pulled you in close to them. “Don’t worry, I’m sure Vex will come around.” Keyleth tried to comfort you, maybe give you some hope, but you couldn’t help but feel guilt and anger bubble up inside of you. Guilt for not telling Vex sooner, and that she had to find out this way. And anger for how she found this out, that she wouldn’t give you a second to genuinely explain yourself.
After.. that, you all met outside in an incredibly awkward atmosphere. You receive the scroll that gives you safe passage through the elven town, until you leave the walls. But as you received the scroll, another argument ensued, and on accident the twins taught their newly found out sister the words “fuck you.”
Anywayssss, you finally meet up with.. What’s his name again?? Uh.. Starts with a G.. GARMELIE, we both totally knew what his name was. You all found him writing outside of the town waiting for you. While he was talking with part of the group Vex walked off, sitting on an abnormally large mushroom, restringing her bow. You thought for a moment, but it only took a mere second of looking at her sad face for you to gather enough courage to go over there and genuinely talk to her without her yelling.. hopefully.
You sat a fair bit away from her, wanting to give her physical space incase she wanted you to leave. She looked up at you with a small glare, but all you could see was the sadness in her eyes. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. I wanted to, I thought about it every night I went to bed, anytime you said you loved me, when someone told a story from their past. I just.. didn’t want you to hate me, or to leave me.”
Silence engulfed the both of you, as she worked on stringing her bow a bit slower, showing that she was listening to you. With that in mind, you continued. “I was.. born into the cult, my parents being extremely loyal to Bhaal, and only teaching me how to kill quickly and silently while I was growing up, then teaching me how to read and write. I went on my first ‘religious quest’ when I was about.. 8. Then I kept going till I was 14, when I met your father for the first time. You don’t have to forgive me for this, or forget it, just know that I love you and never wanted to hurt you during all of this.”
She stayed silent, speeding up slightly when you finished telling your story. You let out a sigh and decide that this is your que to leave, until she stops you. “I’m upset, yes, but I don’t hate you. Yes, you should’ve told me sooner and not have me find out from my own father, but, you told me nonetheless. How it came about is obviously shitty, but you kept your word to him, and normally people wouldn’t admit to it over a favor from years ago. You kept your word, even though you knew the damage it would cause, and I thank you for that.”
She finishes her bow, then looks over at you and smiles. Vex reaches a hand out and places it on your cheek, stroking it softly. “I still love you, that won’t change for a very long time. Thank you for telling me your story, love.”
#vox machina x reader#vox machina x gn reader#Vox machine#vox machina x female reader#vox machina x male reader#reader insert#Vox machina vex#Vox machina vex’ahlia#vox machina vex x reader
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Ghost of you. Part 2 (Sully family x reader)
She would be horrified by the things I’ve said, and if anyone told me that Y/n wouldn’t want me to hurt my parents, that she would want me to forgive them, her and move on…I know that too.
How could she just leave me? The strength I had to just try and smile the next day…it wasn’t visible, at least not to me.
*flashback day after Y/n left*
The people were still unaware that the daughter of their Olo'eyktan, twin to Lo’ak, had ran away.
Tuk was sitting down with the older women next to her silent mother cleaning that was cleaning her families blankets and cloths. While Tuk was miserably washing away her sisters sweet scent from her blanket so that Tuk could now use it as comfort. Tuk was silent as well until she was asked a question from the happier elders who knew Y/n and knew that she was very close with Tuk.
“Tuk, how is your sister? She didn’t come by to do her extra late work that she usually does around the village or her morning work.”
Tuk was very unsure on how to answer this and she saw how her mother gave her warning eyes as if telling her to keep quiet…so Tuk smiled down at her sisters blanket, imagined that she was here and looked back up before saying with a sly smile
“she’s doing okay!”
The fellow elders smiled and said
“Good for her! She helps around a lot in this village!”
“..yea she’s good!”
“When you see her let her know I have the gift-I mean I I made a gift for her!”
Tuk looked back down knowing she won’t be able to let her sister know anything because she left.
“excuse me..”
She had gotten up, walking away from the elders while her mother watched her knowing how upset Tuk must’ve been, but she couldn’t do anything…Tuk hasn’t talked to her and she refuses to.
Tuk had silently cried in the quiet part of the forest…In the exact spot Y/n would….she later found out that the lady exchanged beautiful jewelry and a very beautiful craved, sharp knife for Tuk from Y/n…all Y/n had to do was do even more extra work….It gave Tuk hope that maybe she’d do some extra hours of traveling to come back for her.
-*
My father made sure I wouldn’t escape. Y/n was the one who got out. My mother, she never lets him forget it, he only gets more upset and he goes against me…punishes me. He doesn’t know what else to do, not when everyone in the family is just turning a blind eye to him, not when he knows they secretly still mourn for Y/n, and definitely not when her departure ignited a flame in my mothers anger and an even bigger flame in mine.
I get more upset that I can still hear her. How can I move on when her voice is the only thing that brings me comfort?
Anytime I wonder off too far in the forest I can hear her whistle, call out for me…or I can hear her telling me it’s ok and that all I need to do is keep pushing, be strong.
I don’t get it. I try to but I don’t get it at all. How was it so easy for her to leave and not come back for me? I yearn for her motherly love all the time and yet I’m so mad at the thought of her sometimes.
…I listen to her tapes. She taught me how to work the human device, it’s recordings of her voice. Some songs she’d sing. Her voice brings me comfort, music is the only thing keeping me at peace when I’m falling to pieces.
It wasn’t easy being under my father’s watch and quite frankly I don’t know how Y/n did it…any of it. She always knew what to do!…my mother she just hasn’t taken it very well and she’s been very off with me. I’m still angry at her, for not standing up for her own daughter. How dare she cry? Cry now that Y/n was gone?!
*flash back*
I was had just came back from training in the forest and taking some time to listen to music. I was rushing inside to hide my tape recorder and I did! But i stopped on my way out when my mother called for me
“Tuk!”
I walked toward her slowly cautious of what she’d do and she pulled me in and hugged me while tears fell from her eyes, she was begging for me to stay there.
“Oh Y/- Tuk my baby! My beauti-“
No. I wasn’t going to allow her to mourn using me. She doesn’t deserve it, not with how she treated Y/n, not with how she turned a blind eye. So I pulled away.
“I know who you pretend I am. You will not mourn the loss of my sister, not in front of me. You are selfish too, you can be mad all you want but it won’t bring her back to you.”
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…Tuk meant what she said. However it didn’t qualify for herself, she actually had a relationship with her sister. She was allowed to show her open wounds if she pleased.
The one thing father did know what to do was argue. He too pretended I was Y/n sometimes, takes his anger out on me, talks down on her name when she isn’t here to defend herself or me but …one thing I learned from her was to never let him or anyone push me around.
*flashback*
Jake and Tuk were going back and forth on why Y/n left and suddenly he got up..
“Y/n was finished! She was washed up anyways.”
“Watch your mouth talking about Y/n-“
“Wanna hear the truth? She left you-“
“Because of you. You drove her away! It was your fault.”
“You better stop talking back Tuk before you’re punished.”
Tuk shared a laugh right in front of his face..
“I’m not scared of you-“
Jake pushed Tuk before she could finish her sentence. Neteyam walked in at the perfect time and interrupted the argument..
“Hey! Hey! Don’t you touch her Dad! Cmon stop! Stop it!”
“I didn’t have a child like you to be disrespected!”
“You didn’t earn your respect!”
“Your the one who should get upset at her! Your the one who tried to stop her from leaving right-“
“And if I hadn’t? Would you have stopped her?!”
Both of them looked at each other in silence while Neteyam looked down disappointed still maintaining space between the two
“…that’s right. I didn’t think so.”
“…I tried to save her.”
“There you go, still lying.”
“You’re being unfair now Tuk, you’re still my daughter.”
“Don’t you ever call me daughter again in your life! You didn’t earn that title! You trying to make years of manipulation and trauma disappear, are you crazy?!”
“…I’m trying to sto-“
“Stop! Look at you still trying to place the blame on Y/n for what you did! No I got a better idea, how about you take your bum ass and get out of here. I hate seeing your face. You go find a ditch and you lay in it. Cause I don’t need you.”
Both of them stood in disbelief looking at Tuk. Y/n made her strong, fearless and determined…something she never was against her father if it wasn’t for Tuk.
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Oh but Jake never learned his lesson…he still let himself slip on how he felt towards Y/n, never in front of Tuk or her mother. Truth was since Y/n was the best, always trained and the clan admired her, she tended to make Neteyam intimidated by how skilled his younger sister was.
Jake only gave harsh training.
“Father I don’t know how to beat my speed I can’t win.”
To this complaint Jake scuffs and rolls his eyes at his eldest son…when suddenly another child came to his head.
“It shouldn’t be that’s hard I mean, I never wanted Y/n to win and she won all the time.
-*
You’d be a fool to think that Eywa wouldn’t send subliminal messages between the two sister that were torn. Much like Y/n, Tuk was given a small gift from Eywa to visit Y/n in her dreams even if they weren’t ‘real’…to Tuk they very much were and she held them dear to her heart. She even believed that Y/n had passed…why would she still appear in her dreams if she hadn’t? But it made Tuk confused when she couldn’t connect with Y/n in the tree of souls…maybe she hasn’t died? Or maybe she did die but…Eywa only wanted Tuk to connect..? It was too complicated but for now, Tuk would settle for the ghost of her.
*Tuk’s dream*
It was silent and Tuk had been waiting doing target practice when she heard a whistle call out for her.
“Sunshine! Doing well as always!”
Tuk looked up with the most saddest eyes ever…it had been so long since she’s been able to connect with Y/n, she only came when Tuk needed her most…right now was one of those moments. She needed Y/n’s motherly love.
“…what’s wrong baby?”
Y/n pulled Tuk down to sit on a tree stump…
“…Y/n…I miss you..so much. I wish you were really here. I wish that none of this happened, I’m so angry.”
The older sister looked at the quiet forest avoiding her sisters eyes, regretting leaving and betraying her sister. Y/n would not burden her sister with her pain. She didn’t exactly know how to reply so she just gave a stressful sigh..
“I miss you too Tuk…but we’ll have to make due with pretending. It’s just me and you.”
“Why?..why can’t you just come back.”
Y/n tried responding but her voice was distorted and it didn’t make any sense..
“I…ha-…tried….did..”
Tuk got frustrated at not being able to understand so she looked down at her hands upset.
“You have to forget me Tuk.”
“…Y/n nooo.”
“It’s ok, it’s ok. I’ll miss you even more but you just have to forget me just for now ok? Something’s coming…I don’t understand either. We will meet again soon sister, when all is ok.”
-*
Tuk had been pulled from her dream and felt unsettled with the warning given to her…maybe it was just a bad dream.?
“Yo! Sister cmon stop sleeping! You’ve only been out with us once since yk…So come out today! It’ll be fun like last time trust me!”
The young sister got up to follow her older siblings and spider…running into a forbidden dangerous part of the forest.
Tuk felt chills against her body again. She heard Y/n’s voice.
“This is the dangerous part of the forest …turn back now.”
“Guys we should go now. Cmon!”
Suddenly Tuk was yanked by a soldier and all her siblings were held captive.
Quaritch was going past all children…when his eyes fell on Tuk.
Funny enough as hidden and secretive as Y/n was, the sky people knew of Y/n and her story with Tuk…A scientists who was close to the family betrayed their trust for a little more funding to create an avatar..the child that he decided to risk for that was Y/n…he held a grudge when she held a gun to his head in the forest.
“Oh my God, you don’t know me but I sure as hell know you.”
The dull lifeless eyes in Tuk should’ve been enough for him to back off because she was only a ticking time bomb.
“I don’t give a fuck who you are, you evil bitch.”
Quaritch was offended and surprised at the child’s remarks.
“She made you feisty…Where’s your sister? I know you know who I’m talking about, the dangerous one. I half expected her to be next to you but..She isn’t with you…so she’s dead then?”
Knowing the bond the two siblings had Quaritch believed it was easy to break Tuk.
“She was too ruthless with people…everyone except you. Probably why she isn’t here, you’re probably why she didn’t make it.
The solider repeatedly pasted back and forth while talking..it irritated Tuk fully.
“You might not want to move around so much. You might trigger an animal that’ll chop your head right off.”
“You’re bluffing kid.”
“Take another step and find out. Or leave. Can’t you just be smart and take the warnings?”
“You’ll be here for a good long time before animals come.”
“I don’t mind waiting.”
The soldier got a tighter grip on the child making Tuk hiss at them and the others
“You should probably think about being nicer to me…that’s just my advice.”
The coldness in her voice made Quaritch interrupt the other soldiers tormenting.
“No..nah we’re not gonna do it like this, lose the hard grip on the girl. Better thank me kid without you I’d probably shoot one of your siblings heads already.”
Now Tuk can tell he was the one bluffing and it was obvious.
“So? You want a Cookie? You want a cookie for doing the right thing?-“
“You know, you’re not very polite for a little girl.”
“And you’re not very polite for an adult-“
Lo’ak got panicked at the time ticking and Tuk’s stubbornness
“Tuk stop-“
“Lo’ak shut up! You need to think quick and good about your next decisions because I won’t hesitate to kill-“
The standoff was interrupted again by Neytiri’s calling and suddenly everyone went quiet.
When it was time to strike Tuk bit into the soldier grabbing his gun and shooting at two of them while running away.
No one comforted her besides her Kiri and Neteyam…it wasn’t enough to make her feel better, not that she really needed it. She just craved Y/n’s comfort.
It was as though she was waiting for her even now when they were already over, Tuk couldn’t help herself from looking for her.
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I’m so sorry it’s taking me long to post ‘on my way’ I been so stuck, I don’t want it to seem done fast with zero care and it’s just really difficult to fit what I want with like 10 different endings I have in mind 🥲‼️ in the meantime enjoy this! Ik you guys love their relationship 😊
I wanted this part to show Tuk upset but also sad..? Like she has a mix of emotions based on Y/n. I also wanted Tuk just running her mouth to show how she became defensive of her siblings the same way Y/n was. There are many parallels and small sayings that Y/n would say, meaning Tuk got some of her tendencies and habits
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