#you can never be angrier at anyone more than yourself. no one can destroy you more than yourself.

[nora-durst]

sorry i’m not done talking about chaos walking actually. i’m just thinking about todd hewitt as a ya sci-fi protagonist like you just open the book as a 12 year old or whatever and you’re like can’t wait to read about this young hero’s thrilling adventures on this far off planet! okay he’s illiterate. oh he’s mean to his dog. ok he self harms. oh now he’s committing a hate crime. and that’s like. before we even get to book two and the whole complicit in a genocidal regime situation. todd hewitt the character that you are 🫶

[huntfeld]

A Light in the Fog

Pairing: Angela Orosco x Reader

Summary: In the unsettling town of Silent Hill, the reader encounters Angela in distress and offers her a chance to escape the town's suffocating grip.

@vintage-skeleton i hope you like it, enjoy! <3

———

The fire rages on the staircase, a pulsating heat that presses against your back like an oppressive hand. Angela sits on the steps above you, cradled in the flickering orange and red. She doesn’t flinch from the fire’s reach. It’s as if the inferno is hers—born from her, fed by the pain she carries so heavily.

“Angela,” you call, hesitant. Your voice barely cuts through the roar of the flames. “Angela, can you hear me?”

She doesn’t turn to look at you. Her shoulders remain hunched, her hands limp in her lap. You take a tentative step closer, but the heat bites at your skin. Your instinct screams to retreat, to protect yourself. But she’s here—trapped in this place, in this hell, and you can’t leave her like this.

“I’m not going with you,” she says suddenly, her voice as brittle as dried leaves. It carries no venom, no heat like the fire around her. It’s flat. Broken.

You take another step, wincing as the flames seem to snarl at your approach. “You don’t have to stay here,” you say, forcing your voice to remain steady. “This place—it wants to destroy you. You don’t have to let it.”

She laughs, a hollow, bitter sound. Her head tilts back, and for a moment, she looks like she’s daring the flames to consume her. “Don’t I? Don’t I deserve this?”

The question pierces you. You want to tell her no, to refute her words immediately, but you know it’s not that simple. The pain she carries won’t be soothed by empty reassurances.

“You don’t,” you say quietly, stepping closer. The fire claws at you now, stinging your exposed skin, but you grit your teeth and keep moving. “No one deserves this. Not you. Not anyone.”

Her head snaps toward you, her dark eyes narrowing. “What do you know about it?” she spits. “You don’t know what I’ve done. What I am. You can’t save me.”

You kneel at the edge of the flames, your eyes fixed on hers. “I don’t have to know everything,” you say. “I just know you’re more than this. Whatever you’ve done, whatever’s been done to you—you don’t have to let it define you.”

Her lips tremble, but she presses them into a hard line, turning away. “You sound like him,” she mutters.

“Like who?” you ask gently.

“James.” The name drips from her tongue like poison. “Always pretending to care. Always acting like he understands.” She shakes her head, her hands clenching into fists. “But he doesn’t. None of you do.”

“I’m not James,” you say firmly. “I’m not pretending. I’m here because I want to help you.”

The fire seems to roar louder, as if protesting your words. Angela looks at you, her expression caught between anger and despair. “Why?” she demands. “Why do you care? I’m not worth it.”

You reach out, your hand trembling in the heat. “Because I’ve been where you are. Maybe not exactly, but enough to know how it feels—to think you’re alone, that the pain will never end. And I know what it’s like to be wrong about that.”

Her eyes widen, the firelight reflecting in her tears. She stares at your outstretched hand as if it’s something foreign, something she can’t quite believe is real.

“I don’t know if I can leave,” she whispers, her voice so small you almost don’t hear it. “I don’t even know if I want to.”

“You don’t have to know right now,” you say. “But you can try. One step at a time. I’ll be with you.”

For a long moment, she doesn’t move. The flames crackle and pop, the heat pressing against your skin like a vice. Then, slowly, her hand reaches out, her fingers brushing against yours.

Her touch is cold, trembling. You grip her hand gently, giving her the chance to pull away if she wants. But she doesn’t. Instead, she lets you guide her to her feet. The fire seems to grow angrier, the heat intensifying as you step back together.

“Don’t look back,” you say quietly, and she nods, her grip tightening on your hand.

———

The world outside the burning staircase feels no less oppressive. The fog is thick and cloying, curling around you like greedy fingers. Silent Hill is quiet now, but its silence is never comforting. It’s the kind of quiet that presses against your ears, making your own heartbeat sound deafening.

Angela walks beside you, her steps slow and uncertain. She clings to your hand like a lifeline, her other arm wrapped around herself.

“This place,” she murmurs, her voice almost lost in the fog. “It’s never going to let me go.”

“It doesn’t get to decide that,” you say firmly. “You’re stronger than it is, Angela. You proved that the moment you decided to take my hand.”

She glances at you, her expression wary. “You really believe that?”

“I do,” you say without hesitation. “And I’ll keep believing it, even if you don’t.”

Her gaze drops to the ground, her steps faltering. “I don’t feel strong,” she admits. “I feel... empty. Like there’s nothing left of me.”

You stop walking, turning to face her. “That’s the town talking,” you say. “It wants you to feel like that. But you’re not empty, Angela. You’re still here. That means there’s something left to fight for.”

Her eyes fill with tears, but she doesn’t look away this time. “I don’t know how to fight anymore,” she whispers.

“You don’t have to do it alone,” you remind her. “We’ll figure it out together.”

For a moment, she doesn’t respond. Then she nods, a tiny, hesitant movement. It’s not much, but it’s a start.

———

The walk through Silent Hill feels endless. The fog grows thicker with every step, the air heavy with the scent of rust and decay. You keep a firm grip on Angela’s hand, afraid that if you let go, the town will swallow her whole.

“I used to think I’d never leave,” she says suddenly, breaking the silence. Her voice is soft, distant, as if she’s speaking more to herself than to you. “Like this place was the only thing I deserved. The only place I belonged.”

“Do you still think that?” you ask gently.

She hesitates, her brow furrowing. “I don’t know,” she admits. “But... maybe not. Not as much as I did before.”

“That’s good,” you say. “It means you’re starting to see the truth.”

She looks at you, her expression skeptical. “What truth?”

“That you deserve more than this,” you say simply. “That you’re worth saving.”

Her lips press together, her gaze dropping to the ground. “I don’t know if I believe that yet,” she says.

“That’s okay,” you say. “You don’t have to believe it right away. Just... don’t give up on yourself. Please.”

She doesn’t respond, but she doesn’t pull away either. You take that as a sign to keep going.

———

As you near the edge of the town, the fog begins to thin. The oppressive weight that has followed you feels lighter, though it never truly disappears. Angela stops walking, her hand slipping from yours.

“What’s wrong?” you ask, turning to face her.

She stares ahead, her expression conflicted. “If I leave...” She trails off, shaking her head.

“What?” you prompt gently.

“If I leave,” she says again, “what happens to everything I’ve done? To everything I’ve been through? Does it just... disappear?”

You step closer, your voice soft but firm. “No. It doesn’t disappear. But it doesn’t have to define you, either. You can carry it with you without letting it control you.”

She looks at you, her eyes filled with uncertainty. “I don’t know if I can do that.”

“You can,” you say. “You already are.”

For a long moment, she doesn’t move. Then, slowly, she takes your hand again. “Okay,” she whispers.

Together, you step into the thinning fog, leaving the town—and its horrors—behind.

[okchijt]

could you do an yandere alphabet with zack foster? thanks <3

Author's Note: Thank you so much Anon for the request! I actually finished both the manga, the game, and the anime not too long ago, so I hope I do a good job here! Zack is one of my favorite anime characters so I hope I do him justice or else this will be embarrassing 😅 And lastly, go ahead and check out my masterlist if you like what you just read and if you want to request anything yourself, thank you and enjoy! ❤

Issac "Zack" Foster -> Yandere Alphabet

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

Zack has never felt the urge to show affection to anyone, nor did he ever receive it. The subject is foreign to him so he never even thought about it, that is until he met you. Surprisingly affection from Zack is delicate at first, viewing you as some fragile object that he can easily break, making him gentle with you at first. As your relationship grows he will become more desperate and intense, no longer holding you as gently as before. He'll press you hard against his chest as he entangles you in his limbs, hiding you away from the world, enjoying having you all to himself.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

Is that even a question nobody knows the answer to? He obviously will, before he met you he was always bloody, and during a relationship with you he will continue to get messy if he wants/needs to. Especially now that Zack has you he might even seek it out more, wanting to eliminate the competition immediately.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

Maybe, the most Zack will do is whine about you being too loud for him and to "shut up". However, the more you keep your act up the more irritated he gets and besides raising his voice at you he might start mocking you just to enforce the point that if you don't settle down, things will only get worse.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

Depends. If it's NSFW stuff, then that's a no. Everything else is essentially fair game though. Zack's gonna force you to do a lot of things if it's for the sake of your health even if you don't want to out of rebellion. You will be forced to eat, wash, clothe yourself, etc. Zack doesn't want you dying on him, so you ain't getting out of this one unwillingly. The same can be said with affection, there is no way you're strong enough to push him away so if Zack wants to hold you or kiss you, he will. Doesn't matter how hard you manage to fight back, you're his and he will eventually get his way.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

Never, Zack won't dare to show you even a lick of weakness to you. Maybe while he's sleeping you'll catch him mumbling about something in his past, but that's all you're gonna get because you'll never hear or witness being vulnerable willingly.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

He'd find it slightly amusing at first, before quickly changing his mind seeing that you're being serious and telling you to knock it off. Even though Zack is a big strong guy, he would never use his strength to hurt you. Instead, if you continue to dismiss his orders he'll either lock you somewhere to come down and keep you there until you do or physically hold you down or against something until your tantrum is over, all the while telling you to calm down.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

No. Zack only plays games with his victims, but you're not prey to him, you are much more than that. Nothing makes Zack angrier than you getting away from him, he'll instantly go berserk, destroying everything in his path just to get you back, and he won't stop until that happens. Once he has you back he'd lock you up somewhere for as long as it takes him to calm down, which we all know will take hours if not days for Zack to do so. Making you rethink each time if escape is really worth it cause even after calming down he'll be harsher to you than usual, and that won't be fun either. Though that will pass with time too.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

Witnessing him slaughter people. Zack doesn't really care if you see him commit the crime or not, he doesn't think it's that big of a deal, at least for him. Zack would be so confused upon witnessing your horror over the situation, he doesn't get it and then is massively insensitive about it, making you even more terrified of him and his lack of human compassion and morality.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

Definitely not marriage or kids, because let's face it, with him being a killer and his immaturity, none of those things are logically happening, he won't even consider them. All Zack wants is to just have you with him by his side forever, that's all he needs.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

Indeed he does. When Zack is jealous he lashes out at the person who made him feel this way. You're his and he won't let anybody take you away from him. Zack somehow becomes even more angry and violent when jealous, how dare someone try to take you away from him he will make sure their death will be as painful as possible. Once he is done with his tantrum, Zack will act cold but possessive with you. He'd barely speak to you and only curse under his breath as he holds you in any way possible, reminding himself and you about who you actually belong to.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

Honestly, Zack would act as his normal usual self around you. The only difference is his lack of urge to harm you in any way, instead wanting to keep you safe and sheltered from the world. There's also his overprotectiveness of you, you come first in any situation so Zack will go overboard for you every time just to keep you safe. You can argue he'd be the same as with Rachel, the difference being that anything involving you is taken by Zack 100% even more seriously. Heck, he'd even try his hand at being nicer and gentler with you because of how much you matter to him. Other than everything that involves you, he's still the same old Zack.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

Zack doesn't even think of a plan about how to approach you, he'd approach you like any other victim of his, but with the lack of trying to kill you of course. Even if you try to run Zack will catch up and try one last time to be "nice" and "patient" with you, wanting you to come with him willingly as that would be easier for him. If you still refuse, understandably so, Zack will either knock you out or forcefully drag you to his hiding spot/where he lives and no amount of screaming or protesting will get you out of this one.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

Not at all. Like I said before, outside of a few differences, especially with the ones involving you, Zack acts exactly the same. He's just more gentler and caring towards you compared to other people. But like I said, there's barely any difference between his normal self and his yandere self.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

The only punishment you'd ever get is isolation or more rights being taken away. Zack would never physically harm you, so he'd use other methods to reinforce the point that you are punished. As mentioned before, Zack will lock you away inside an empty room for as long as it takes for him to calm down or feel like you've learned your lesson. When it comes to rights, Zack will just limit the amount of freedom you had before or will take stuff away from you for a period of time that keeps you entertained. He'd discipline you as if you were a child, and even though that may feel dehumanizing, it's not Zack's outright intent to make you feel that way. It's just his only way of punishing you without actually laying his hands/weapon on you.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

Only the ones that personally threaten, Zack. For example, never go anywhere without him near you. No weapons near you are allowed, for your safety and his. The only human contact as well as interaction is with him only, nobody is allowed to be as close to you as he is, the only exception is Rachel. Basically, the only rights that are taken away from you or are at least limited are the ones where you would have a chance of escaping or hurting Zack, other than that Zack doesn't care how you spend your time. As long as you aren't going against his rules he's fine.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

Zack is not a patient person, at all, I think we all know that. That being said, when it comes to you he tries his best to be more patient. Sure at some point he will snap and throw a little tantrum, but he'll be far more careful about it than with anyone else, always keeping in mind not to accidentally hurt you. He'd try to be gentle with his yelling at you, trying not to be as harsh as he usually would be with everyone else, but even that's hard for him. Only for you does he try to be somewhat nicer even when he's being mean.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

Not sure, it depends on the scenario. If you somehow escaped him then be prepared to be forever on the run cause he is coming. You have been claimed by Zack as his and that means no matter where you go he's right behind you. Zack would never give up in trying to find you, he'd destroy everything and everyone in his path if he had to, anything to have you by his side again. But if you die, Zack would completely shut himself out emotionally, he'd be a sad shell of his former self. Forever angry and miserable, he would not be able to move on from that, only becoming even worse and more violent of a killer, wanting the world to feel his anger by slaughtering people because that's all Zack would have left. He'd add couples to his list of people he would kill, the sight of happy couples too much for him to handle after losing you. After all, if he can't have you, then nobody else can have that form of happiness that was taken away from him.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

Nope! Guilt and Zack? Never! There is no guilt or even a thought of ever letting you go in his head, ever. It's not like Zack thinks he's justified or that he's doing the right thing, but there's no way in hell that will stop him from having you if that's what he wants. As far as Zack's concerned your place belongs with him and that alone is enough for him to not think twice about taking you.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

Curiosity is definitely a part of it. At first, you were supposed to be another one of his victims, but as he stalked you, observed your actions, and got to see your personality and how attractive you were. Zack didn't even mind your smile, heck, you could even say he liked it! It all frustrated him so much, that he could not understand this feeling! The longer he followed you the less he found himself wanting to kill you, but to keep you. So every day he would find you by chance just to watch you, to understand why you gave him this annoying sting in his chest. Zack was so scared and angry for feeling this way for you at first, it made him feel so weak. All he could think about was having you, and that's what ultimately pushed him into making you his whether you wanted to or not.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

Seeing and hearing you so vulnerable gives Zack an unwanted sting in his chest. He feels both irritated and worried, just wanting you to stop and calm down. At first, Zack would ignore you, thinking you'll get it out of your system without his help, but the longer you go on the more he feels does annoying emotions. He'd finally snap and tell you to stop, his tone and words harsh but his actions the absolute opposite, gentle and sweet. Pulling you into his arms as he continues to tell you to shut it as he pats your head and runs his other arm up and down your back, in an attempt to soothe you. He'll stay like that with you as long as it takes for you to calm down, absolutely giving you mixed signals unintentionally with his opposite intentions of helping you.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

Zack will still happily kill people even if they're not in his way in regards to you. Whereas most other yandere's kill out of necessity for their darling, Zack doesn't need that type of excuse and just kills whenever he pleases, even if it doesn't involve you in the slightest.

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

His immense anger. When Zack enters his temper tantrum, he always makes sure not to be in your vicinity to not accidentally hurt you. You can use that time to escape, but like I said before, Zack will eventually catch on that you're gone and will immediately run after you. No matter how far or long you run, he will always catch up to you and bring you back.

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

Not on purpose. Zack would never hurt you physically, but even though he never intends to hurt you emotionally, he does it sometimes without even realizing it. He may raise his voice at you and use harsh words a lot, this man has no filter and is still learning what isn't offensive or is sensitive for you so he may make you cry or angry sometimes without meaning to.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

I don't think there would be any worship in the relationship. He's not that obsessed with you to actually worship you. Zack loves you on a yandere level, sure, but he won't kiss the ground you walk on, he'd just treat you with more care than a normal person, is all.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

As established before, Zack is not a patient man by any means and will at most take him a few days to a week before he snaps and just takes you. The fact he just doesn't take you immediately says something because it means he wanted to study you first to understand this strange feeling you make him feel. Wanting to figure out first if it's just him wanting to kill you, or a new unknown feeling entirely.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

Not on purpose. Zack would never intend to actually do that, but I can see that happening, depending on how well your mental health will handle the situation of being, loved by an obsessive killer that kills on the regular while having him and maybe Rachel as the only human contact you can get with a poor living situation. So it depends on the person, but I feel like most people would not be able to handle something like this after a while if not immediately, and break.

[reddragon30000]

Squire (I can't do titles! D:)

Brienne of Tarth x f!reader squire (child)

for brienneoftarth1989

From a very young age, you had always wanted to do more than was expected of you, to be different. This wasn't easy in a world where girls and women were expected to have only one role in life. 

However everything started changing when a woman became a Knight. Even here, in such a tiny village, the residents had heard of Brienne of Tarth, and that allowed you to have the difference you craved. 

You would wear trousers instead of dresses, and preferred getting into fights with the boys rather than sitting indoors and sewing. 

Thankfully, your parents were willing to let you shun 'womanly' hobbies, only caring that their children made a name for themselves without destroying the house. 

The entire village was in a flurry of excitement when the famed knight actually turned up in the middle of the main street. 

You turned up to catch a glimpse of her, along with what seemed to be the whole village. 

The knight was clearly annoyed at the crowd surrounding herself and her squire, but forced herself to be gracious. 

She became even more annoyed when a messenger hurried out of the tavern, shoving a letter into the hands of Podrick, who was holding her horse. 

Looking bewildered, he opened the letter. As he read it, his face paled, and the bridle slipped from his hand. 

Keeping full control of her horse, Brienne asked:

"Podrick? Is something wrong?"

The boy swallowed and replied shakily:

"It's my sister, she's very ill. My mother is worried that she m-might…"

The knight raised a hand to stop him continuing. 

"Say no more. Go to her." 

Quickly giving the squire some money, she said:

"Hire the fastest horse you can." 

As he opened his mouth to protest, Brienne said sharply:

"I can look after myself for a while. Go." 

Nodding quickly, Podrick hurried to the stables. Turning her horse towards the tavern, she rode towards it, intending on gaining a hot meal and a bed for the night. 

You were sorry to see the knight go, but you couldn't stay and watch any longer. As you headed around the back of the tavern, intent on heading into the kitchen to help them out, you were halted by one of the boys grabbing your arm.

You growled and struggled to pull free as he sneered:

"What was the point of you mooning over that knight? We both know you will never reach that level!" 

You saw red at this, kicking him on the knee and biting his arm. Both of you hadn't noticed that your fight had carried you into the tavern itself. 

As you both struggled to best the other, the boy made you angrier as he panted:

"Give it up! Everyone knows girls can't fight!" 

As you prepared to dive at him again, you were stopped by suddenly being hauled off the floor. 

You were tucked securely under an armoured arm and an unimpressed voice growled dangerously:

"Would you like to repeat that?" 

While you had struggled against your captor at first, as soon as you heard her voice, you let yourself relax. 

The blacksmith's son went pale as soon as he realised who he was facing. He stuttered out:

"F-forgive m-me my L-lady I d-didn't m-mean-"

Ser Brienne cut him off sharply. 

"Then why did you say it?"

The boy cringed, not knowing how to answer. Spearing him with a terrifying look, she held you up slightly and asked: 

"Does this little warrior belong to anyone?" 

Ordinarily, you would be most indignant at being dangled off the floor like a sack of flour, but since this was Ser Brienne of Tarth doing so, you didn't mind at all. 

Your father answered quickly from where he had been delivering a cask of ale. Your mother had gone red in the face and seemed incapable of speech. It seemed she didn't know whether to be proud or angry. 

"She happens to be mine, my Lady. She is called Y/N."

Brienne smiled slowly. 

"You are a terror in a scrap, Y/N."

Hearing the admiration in her voice made you go red and look at the floor, but you didn't miss how your father suddenly got a calculating look on his face. 

He said deferentially:

"My Lady, forgive me for being presumptuous, but may I make you an offer?" 

Ser Brienne nodded slowly, looking wary. 

"You have seen that my daughter has some rather unusual interests, but this village is not the place for her to gain a name for herself, using those skills. Only someone with as much skill as yourself could give her a chance. Please, I beg you, take her with you, at least for a little while." 

As a thunderous look crossed the knight's face, your father said quickly:

"Please, I don't mean to imply that you always need someone with you when you travel. You may find that you are unexpectedly rewarded while teaching another." 

You stared from your father and back to the suddenly thoughtful knight with a desperate hope. This would be more than you could have dreamed of, learning from someone you so idolised. 

After thinking for a few moments, Brienne knelt suddenly, so that you and she were face to face. She stared hard at you for a few moments the said slowly: 

"Your father speaks for you, but I want to hear you speak for yourself. If you come with me, it will be a long time until you see your family again. I would not be returning here for some time. What is your decision, Y/N?" 

You took a deep breath. If you agreed now, your life would not be carefree any longer. You would be facing the unknown. Looking up into Ser Brienne's sharp blue eyes, you said: 

"I would like to come with you, my Lady. I want to learn." 

"Very well. Pack lightly and say your farewells. Meet me here when you are ready." 

Brienne got to her feet and you bowed, hurrying out of the tavern. Now, at last, you would have the chance you longed for.

A week later, and things were not going as well as you had hoped. No matter how hard you tried, you always seemed to be making mistakes. Ser Brienne would always berate you when that happened, and you always felt an inch high when she did. However, you knew for sure that the knight cared for you in her own awkward way. 

She would always keep you by her side when you were in towns and villages, and awkwardly laid a hand on your head when waking up from nightmares. 

You were certain she regarded you as important when the only time you saw her truly angry was when you risked your own life needlessly. 

You had been having a lesson on different weapons and she was showing you her dagger. Unfortunately, she accidentally dropped the blade, and you were next to a river at the time. 

Before she could stop you, you had waded into the water, plunging a hand into the water where you could see the hilt of the dagger. 

However, you hadn't realised how powerful the river was and fell in, starting to get swept away. Thankfully, Brienne was close enough to catch you, her anger growing as she saw the dagger clutched in your hand. 

Sheaving it quickly, she had demanded:

"Y/N, are you hurt?" 

Shivering slightly, you had denied it, and after checking you over, she had known you were telling the truth. After you had changed into dry clothes, the knight had scolded you sharply for risking yourself, and decided to demonstrate her displeasure. 

She had drawn her sword and smacked you hard with the flat of the blade, leaving you with a smarting behind. Sheaving it again, she had hugged you suddenly and fiercely, growling: 

"Risk yourself like that again, Y/N, I will cut a switch and give you a whipping!" 

Knowing that she meant it made you feel valued, but some of that warmth faded when, once again, you made a mistake. 

This time, it had been during sword practice, and you had almost dropped your sword on your foot after swinging too wildly. 

Ser Brienne stopped you, saying sharply:

"Y/N this is a simple strike, do it properly this time!" 

Face red, you did as you were told, the knight parrying your stroke easily. Unfortunately, as she retaliated, she struck with too much force, forgetting that this was not Podrick she was sparring with, who was stronger. 

The tip of her sword caught your arm, cutting it. You stepped back with a gasp of pain, but as you opened your mouth to tell Brienne what had happened, there was a sudden growl not far away. 

Quickly sheaving her sword, Brienne said sharply: 

"That sounded like a bear, go and keep an eye on the camp. I need to track it." 

You did as you were told, glad that the knight wouldn't be back for a while. You would have time to take care of your wound. 

You only had a hazy knowledge of how medicine worked, but you should be able to treat it. Taking a bandage and a cloth from your pack, you took off your tunic and wiped away the blood, bandaging it as well as you could. 

When you heard the knight's heavy footsteps returning to the camp, you agonised over telling her about your wound. In the end you decided against it, not wanting her to snap at you again. 

As the day progressed, you found that you were getting very tired, and your arm was beginning to hurt. Thankfully, you managed to keep the pain hidden, and Ser Brienne believed you were tired for another reason. 

As she tended to the fire that evening, she sounded amused as she remarked:

"Everything a bit much? You will get used to it, my girl. It takes a little time." 

You nodded at this, not wanting to speak, worried that your voice would betray your pain. 

You were very glad to get into your bedroll and finally sleep, feeling more tired than you had felt before.

Just as dawn was breaking, Brienne was woken by the sound of her new squire moaning softly. Thinking that she was having a nightmare, which sometimes happened, she went over to wake the girl up. 

Feeling a large hand on your forehead was enough to wake you, but the concern on Brienne's face was unusual. She murmured worriedly: 

"I should have realised you were ill last night. You're burning up, Y/N. Let me get this tunic off, you need to be cooled down."

At these words you struggled desperately. You knew what the knight would see as soon as she took it off and were worried she would berate you again. 

Brienne managed to easily overcome your struggles, believing them to be confusion from your fever. 

As she pulled off the garment, you flinched as she pulled the sleeve off your arm. When she saw the bandage, all the pieces fell into place. 

"Y/N, what happened?" 

You cried out as she began removing the bandage, even a light touch was agonising. She stopped for a moment to stroke your face, murmuring in apology:

"I am sorry, but I need to take care of this." 

Taking a deep breath, you gasped out: 

"S-sword practice, when I got t-that strike w-wrong. Y-you cut m-me when y-you struck b-back."

Brienne stopped unravelling the bandage, a look of horror flashing across her features as she realised what had happened. 

She murmured in distress:

"Y/N, why didn't you tell me?" 

You found it hard to reply, the pain from your arm taking your focus. 

"Y-you heard the b-bear when I t-tried to t-tell you. T-then I t-thought y-you would be a-angry if I t-told you…" 

The knight began to reply in bewilderment and distress:

"Why would you think I would be angry-"

Brienne stopped suddenly as she realised the answer. She didn't need her squire to answer her. 

Removing the rest of the bandage, Brienne hissed under her breath when she saw the cut. It was red and inflamed, clearly infection had begun to set in.  

Quickly tugging her pack within reach, the knight began removing various medical items. Treating the cut, Brienne tried to be as gentle as possible. However, since your arm was so tender, it hurt a great deal and you whimpered, trying to pull it away. 

Brienne held it firmly, however, not letting go until she had finished with the wound. You were sobbing by the time she finished, everything was just too much. 

Staring down at you for a moment, Brienne startled you by lifting you carefully from your bed-roll and placing you carefully on her lap, her strong arms cradling you against her shoulder. 

Gently tilting your head up so that you could look her in the eyes, Brienne said slowly:

"I am very sorry for the way I have acted towards you. I was frustrated that Podrick was taken from me just as he had been learning so well, and I took out that frustration on you. I am also sorry for neglecting you, I should have realised you were hurt and sick, even though you tried to hide it from me. It will never happen again, this I swear."

Unable to speak, you didn't answer in words. Instead, you laid your head against her shoulder, using your good arm to grip one of her hands and squeeze.  

She squeezed back, stroked your hair briefly, then removed one of her arms, rummaging in her pack. With your eyes still closed, you couldn't see what she was doing, but heard the sound of water being poured. 

Her arm came back up again, and you felt Brienne wipe the sweat from your face and neck with a wet cloth. You sighed in relief as the cloth was laid on your forehead, the coolness soothing the heat you felt. 

The knight murmured softly:

"We will stay here as long as we need for you to recover. I refuse to travel when you are sick. Sleep, little one. It will help." 

It was the first time Ser Brienne had ever spoken to you with such gentleness and affection, but it helped to dampen your misery. 

You sniffled tiredly into the knight's tunic, her arms still cradling you carefully against her, one hand stroking your back. As you slipped into sleep, you felt her place you into your bedroll, a hand laid carefully on your head. 

[honorhearted]

“I despise you. You ought to consider yourself lucky that I love and respect my father or else I would destroy you right here."

Oh, she was a delight. A hellcat in sheep's clothing, yet every bit as harmless as an errant housefly. Did she truly think she was threatening, when she hardly stood up to his chest?

"What did I tell you about foreplay? Stop teasing me, Miss Dunster," Benjamin warned, barely fighting off a laugh. The angrier she became, the larger his grin grew. He didn't realize that his espionage could be fun, too.

Emma's hands returned to her hips. “Yes, you’ve expressed how useful you could be but you have yet to prove it. I can’t imagine someone like you being useful to me in any meaningful way, so forgive me for not believing your claims. Especially for as long as you remain on both feet."

Benjamin hummed, tonguing the corner of his mouth in thought. "Unfortunately, Miss Dunster, I cannot in good conscience demonstrate my worth here amongst prying eyes. The scandal wouldn't behoove either of us, were I to suddenly kneel at your feet -- especially since I can guarantee that you would no longer be standing upon yours."

Despite the bold claim, his earlier admission seemed to give the proper effect. Emma looked positively horrified, her eyes wide and wild, and her cheeks properly pale.

Teeth gritting, she warned, “I may remind you that you have not proposed yet, sir, and even if you had, I would not accept. Harlots might find you and your payments irresistible but I, for one, cannot stand to be around you. There’s not enough money in the world to make me marry you."

"Well then, I suppose it's quite fortunate that I don't intend to pay you a single cent," Benjamin replied. "The only person I truly need to convince is your father. And given his pleasure with our arrangement, I don't imagine that'll be too difficult. I can be very convincing."

Her request to not be perceived nearly made him grin. Emma was so bloody dramatic. Was it truly any wonder she was still unmarried? Lovely though she was, spinsterhood was clearly nipping at her heels from miles away.

"Oh, come now," he admonished. "You can't tell me anyone else is interested in marrying you. Why not just cut your losses and accept when someone is finally, finally willing to give you a chance? After all..." He shrugged. "I doubt very few are capable of handling that tongue of yours."

Emma's temper swelled. “I am not blushing," she seethed. "And even if I was it is not because of you. It’ll take far more than a pretty face to make me swoon. Especially when your mere presence is all but nauseating."

Benjamin chuckled. "Let the record show that you've called me 'pretty' on this night at least three times. You're not very good at dissuading me..." Nor was she very good at acting. At least he had performed several plays at Yale, all of which were now aiding in his ridiculous (if not wholly entertaining) ruse.

Emma's tone turned dangerously calm despite the stormy quality of her eyes. She threatened avoidance -- probably wise, given their not-so-veiled threats -- and it wasn't until she gave her final warning that he finally laughed, incredulous.

"I have never taken what isn't offered to me, and I don't intend to start now," Benjamin rebuffed. "This is a business transaction, Miss Dunster, not one of your silly little feminine fantasies, so I wholly intend to 'keep my hands to myself.' Just as no one would ever pay you to accept my proposal, no one could ever pay me to slip into your chambers for a dalliance." He huffed. "You're so frigid that I'd probably freeze my pego right off."

All right, perhaps this was finally the quip to push things too far... Despite the sneer he forced himself to wear, Benjamin could feel his own head reeling at such ribald cruelty.

“At least you admit that those who engage with you are victims." His comment about her tongue make her seethe and it takes every ounce of strength she has not to reach up and slap him. She was tempted to spit on him, to show him just how vile her mouth could be, but she held herself back. There were too many eyes and ears around for her to comfortably assault him.

“I despise you. You ought to consider yourself lucky that I love and respect my father or else I would destroy you right here." How exactly she would go about such destruction, she didn't know, but Emma didn't care. She would use her teeth, nails, fists... Anything she could to make him regret speaking to her in such a manner. But such actions could only unfold in her mind, lest she wish to make a fool of herself.

“Yes, you’ve expressed how useful you could be but you have yet to prove it. I can’t imagine someone like you being useful to me in any meaningful way, so forgive me for not believing your claims. Especially for as long as you remain on both feet." Tilting her head to the side, she gave him an appraising look. There wasn't a single useful thing she could imagine him doing for her, other than making her upset-- which he did seem rather skilled at, if she had to give him any credit.

“A fortnight?” She paled, her mouth going dry. Surely he was bluffing. Her father wouldn't invite someone like him to spend a fortnight beneath their roof. Would he? Unless his business truly was as plentiful as he claimed, there would be no logical reason to invite him to stay with the Dunster family. Unless he had already asked her father for something in return. Before she could give the thought proper heed, Emma leapt onto the tail end of his sentence. "I tried to gauge how much he liked you, if you do remember. But you cast such notions aside in favor of talking down to me. You cannot dare to use my ignorance against me when it was your doing."

It seems we will be seeing quite a bit of each other, Miss Dunster, and by the end of my stint, perhaps you'll finally wish to accept my proposal. Her stomach roiled, the thought of sharing a roof with him for two weeks enough to make her feel ill. It didn't matter if he was a good business partner for the Dunster family, couldn't her father see how much of a scoundrel he was? His business offers surely weren't bountiful enough to make marriage a profitable arrangement, and yet Emma couldn't be so sure of anything.

“I may remind you that you have not proposed yet, sir, and even if you had, I would not accept. Harlots might find you and your payments irresistible but I, for one, cannot stand to be around you. There’s not enough money in the world to make me marry you."

I didn't take you for a romantic, Miss Dunster. Her eyes narrowed again, watching him with such intense scrutiny that her eyes nearly burned blue beneath the candlelight.

“I would prefer if you did not 'take me' as anything, Mister Bolton. I would much rather not be perceived by you at all. But if you must know, yes, I confess that I am a romantic, which is another reason why I could never have interest in you. You clearly know nothing of romance or winning a lady’s heart without employing threats." As he spoke of her blushing cheeks, Emma only tensed further. “I am not blushing. And even if I was it is not because of you. It’ll take far more than a pretty face to make me swoon. Especially when your mere presence is all but nauseating."

Emma took a deep breath, trying to will herself into a calmer state. If she let herself lose control to annoyance, it would mean she'd allowed him to win. She may not have been the most skilled in battle, but she refused to lose so easily to a man like him. And if she were truly expected to spend the next fortnight in his presence, she would need to maintain her composure for as long as she could.

“If what you say is true," She began, her voice taking on a renewed tone of patience. "Then I fully intend to avoid you at all costs for the duration of your stay. I will attempt to be civil for my father’s sake, but I swear to you, if you try anything I will make sure to skip the wedding and bedding, and jump straight to beheading you. And if I find that you are not the type of man to keep his hands to himself, my father will be the first to know."

[bi-bard]

The Savior Fails - Ninth Doctor Imagine (Doctor Who)

Title: The Savior Fails

Pairing: Ninth Doctor X Reader

Word Count: 3,323 words

Warning(s): war crime (The Doctor committed a war crime, sorry), destruction of a planet

Summary: (Pre-Show) The Savior was trained to protect their world, rescue their people. No one warned them that their enemy would be one of their own.

Author's Note: A few months ago, I decided that I wanted to rewrite a series from my Wattpad days. It was a Doctor Who fanfiction that was meant to go episode by episode. It was called The Story of the Savior.

Due to some personal reasons, it never got redone. Well, a few chapters did, but not much. However, I had plot points planned. Big moments in this character's life.

Now, The Savior is going to serve as one of my OCs. Mostly so I can jump around seasons more than originally planned.

MORE OF THIS OC HERE!

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I never knew how my purpose was going to manifest.

I was just told that I had a destiny far greater than myself.

I spent my childhood being told to be ready for anything. Training and preparing. My life was preparing to be a weapon.

When the war started, I thought my purpose had finally become clear.

Fight the Daleks.

Nothing was ever going to be that simple.

I was being dragged through grand halls without anyone answering my questions. All I had been told was that my time had come. It was my time to fulfill the destiny designed for me. No one would tell me who I was going to be fighting.

"You've been trained for this," was the last thing that I'd been told before a weapon was placed in my hand and I was sent away from the place that I had called home.

I spun around when my surroundings changed.

I was in the middle of the desert. There was a blue box next to me. What was a TARDIS doing out here? Why hadn't it tried to change to fit into its environment?

I spotted a hut in the distance.

My boots dug into the sand as I took off running to the building.

I slammed the door open and pointed the gun at the figure inside.

"Identify yourself," I said when I saw that it wasn't a Dalek.

"The Doctor," he replied. He sounded disconnected, lost in thought.

I was stunned.

"I know you," I mumbled. "Why did they send me to you?"

"Perhaps it was for this," he stepped out of the way to reveal something that I had only heard stories about.

"The Moment," I asked. There was a moment of silence. "You're going to destroy the planet."

"The planet was destroyed when the war began."

"Do you have any idea how many people are going to die?"

"Far less than the amount if this war continues," he turned back to the weapon.

"If you step closer to that button, then I will have to kill you," I said.

"I'm sorry," he replied simply before pointing his sonic screwdriver back at me.

I gasped as the gun sparked, now useless.

I went to run over to stop him, but the Doctor pressed the button down before I could stop him.

"No!"

He grabbed my arm, dragging me out.

I continued fighting him the entire time.

I was shoved into the TARDIS that I had found before confronting the Doctor. I went to run out, but the Doctor shoved me back again.

"I am not just leaving," I shouted as he walked up to the console.

With the pull of a lever, we were gone. I pulled the door open. All I saw was space. No Gallifrey. No war. Nothing. It was just empty space around me.

I closed the door and turned around.

The gold energy started surrounding the Doctor. I closed my eyes and turned my head as he regenerated in front of me.

After hearing the loud wave pass, I opened my eyes.

He was younger now. And taller.

Short hair and an angrier face. If that made any sense.

"You selfish coward," I shouted, not holding back my anger. "You absolute monster! Take me back!"

"There's nothing to go back to."

"That's my home! It was my job to save them!"

"There was nothing you could do."

"Then I deserve to burn with them!"

"No, you really don't," the Doctor said bluntly before turning to the console again.

I grabbed the railing as the ship started shaking. It only lasted for a few moments.

I stormed out as soon as we landed.

We were in a large field. Just grass for as far as the eye could see.

"Hey!"

I continued walking, ignoring the Doctor yelling at me.

"Savior, just listen," he continued following me.

"No," I shouted over my shoulder. "Go away!"

"Come back, you have no idea where you are."

"I would rather be anywhere other than with you!"

I heard him groan behind me.

"I'm not going to abandon you here!"

I turned around as I continued walking.

"I don't want anything to do with you! You destroyed everything I have ever known! You may be able to just run away from all of your problems, but Gallifrey was all I- AHH!"

I suddenly felt the ground come out from under me. I was waiting to hit the ground hard.

But I didn't.

I looked up to find the Doctor holding my forearm. I looked down under me. There was a metal walkway underneath me. This wasn't a random hole in the ground. There was something living down there.

"Hold on," the Doctor said, pulling me up. "I've got you."

I grabbed his arm with my other hand and let him lift me up.

"There's something down there," I said as I got my footing back. "What planet did you land on?"

"I didn't really specify," he scratched the back of his neck.

"That's a perfectly safe way to travel," I said sarcastically. "What's the point of making sure that you aren't going to die when you step through the door?"

"You're the one that stormed out!"

"Because you destroyed my home and I assumed you did a basic check!"

"Imagine how boring life would be!"

"Shut up," I dragged my hands down my face. "Help me back down."

"You're joking."

"You're the one who wants life to be exciting," I shrugged. I held my hands out. "Help me down."

He let out a sigh before grabbing my hands and helping me lower myself onto the metal walkway.

He dropped down behind me after I had taken a few steps forward.

"What are we looking-"

I put a hand over the Doctor's mouth when I heard a noise down the pathway. There was no real light. I pushed him toward the side and held a finger up toward my lips.

I held my breath as I heard a clicking noise down the path. The Doctor copied me.

The clicking got louder until I heard sniffing and clicking right behind my head. I kept my eyes squeezed shut.

As the clicking disappeared, I moved my hand from the Doctor's mouth.

I started walking in the same direction as before.

"I thought those were extinct," I muttered.

The Doctor stopped me and handed me a flashlight. I kept it aimed at the ground.

"You know what's here," the Doctor asked.

I nodded.

I felt him looking at the back of my head, "Part of my training back home was studying different species. It was my favorite part."

"So... what are they?"

"Strehls," I explained. "They're like evolved, underground creatures. Pale because of the lack of sunlight and blind because they have no use for the light. They rely on echolocation. Still, they're incredibly developed. They can build things and create things. They tend to stick to themselves. They only attack when provoked."

"And we're walking into their home," the Doctor asked.

"You're the one that said knowing what would happen was boring."

"You can't just twist my words like that-"

"You don't get to tell me what I can't do," I cringed a little when my foot landed in a small puddle. "You're the only reason either one of us is here."

"You know why-"

"Shut up," I said, catching sight of a small hole. I aimed the flashlight at it. "Is that a pipe?"

"Yeah," the Doctor walked around me and reached for it. "It's what's causing the water here."

"This species is known for living strictly underground. They wouldn't need a pipe from the surface."

"We need to follow it."

I nodded.

We carefully made it back to the hole and got back out of the caves.

The Doctor pulled the sonic screwdriver out of his pocket. He held it toward the ground and started following where it led him.

I don't know how long we walked before we caught sight of a city. I took off running. The Doctor followed close behind me.

"Can you find the main source of the pipes," I asked as we made it to- what seemed like- the center of the city.

"I think so," he muttered, pointing the sonic screwdriver straight down. "They're flooding them."

"Really," I asked.

"The pipes from the city all converge here," the Doctor pointed at a few buildings and then below our feet. "But then there are pipes going out of the city."

"All of the dirty water goes straight into the Strehls' home," I concluded. "It'll drive them to the surface or further down."

We looked around at the people lining the streets. Humanoid, but I had no proof of them being human.

"You said the Strehls only attack when provoked-"

"If you're going to ask if they'll be provoked," I cut him off, "the answer's yes."

"We need to find someone in charge," the Doctor suggested, looking around.

"Big mansion," I asked, pointing to the large building just down the road.

"Big mansion," he nodded, grabbing my hand and pulling me along with him. As we made our way up the steps, I pulled my hand away from him.

He sighed quietly. What else was he expecting?

"Excuse me," he plastered a smile on his face and reached into his pocket as we approached the main desk. He flipped open a badge and held it out to her. "Here to visit the boss."

"Oh, of course," the receptionist nodded at both of us and led us to the grand staircase in the back. "Just go up and to the right. You can't miss his office."

"Thank you," the Doctor replied. I nodded as a silent thank you.

"Psychic paper," I asked. He nodded. I grabbed the paper from him. "I always wanted psychic paper. They never saw it being useful for me."

"I'll get you some," he said as he took it back. "Could be helpful."

We walked to the large office in silence. We pushed the doors open to see a man by a large window. There was a drink in his hand, and he was smiling down at his city.

"Hello," the Doctor greeted.

"Who are you two," the man's smile turned into a confused face when he saw us.

"We're..."

"Plummers," I answered.

"Plummers," the Doctor said in a questioning tone before immediately repeating himself in a happy tone, "Plummers."

"Okay," the man dragged out the word a little bit. He motioned toward the Doctor, "That explains why you're dressed like... that."

The Doctor looked down at his clothes.

He hadn't changed since we left Gallifrey, even after he had regenerated. His clothes were a little smaller now, still dirty because of the sand.

"You look great, my dear," I cringed a little at the compliment.

"Don't they just," the Doctor replied quickly before stepping forward. "You're in danger."

"Excuse me," the man stepped back from the Doctor.

"Your city's pipes are leaking-"

"Into abandoned tunnels," he cut me off.

I clenched my jaw for a moment before continuing, "They aren't abandoned. There's an entire species down there. They are peaceful and advanced-"

"They've been extinct for years-"

"As someone who just came across one, no they aren't," I snapped. "They don't attack unless you provoke them, and you are drowning them!"

"We've had the same network for years-"

There was a loud scream that interrupted him.

We all jogged to the window.

"Are you going to listen to us now," I asked, looking down at the street, now crawling with Strehls.

"What the hell-"

There was a loud noise as the Strehls crashed through the door of the mansion.

"You drowned them out of their home," I explained. "Now, they have to find a new place to survive."

"We were doing what was best," he tried to argue.

I rolled my eyes and grabbed the translator off of my belt. Without another word, I took off back toward the stairs we had originally taken up to the office.

"Savior!"

"Don't call me that!"

I stopped at the landing when I could see the main floor clearly. I spoke into the translator.

"Hey!"

I played the translation. A series of long and short clicks.

The Strehls in the room stopped and looked at me.

The Doctor ran down behind me, stopping when he saw the chaos had done.

"I understand you're angry," I said. I paused between each sentence to let the translator do its work. "But there are ways to work through this. If you stop the violence now, we can arrange a meeting with the city's leader. Please."

One of the Strehls walked forward, stopping very close to the staircase. I walked down far enough to reach out and let the translator reach them.

"We will call off the violence if they will end the flooding," came out of the speaker.

"We will do everything in our power to protect your home," I promised.

There was clicking between the Strehls in the building before one on the from steps let out a loud roar. All of the chaos outside stopped. They had kept their end of the deal.

"Can I guide you to the leader's office," I asked.

Once I got a positive response, I reached down and grabbed their hand. I slowly led them up the stairs and back to the main office that we had been in.

The Doctor was just following me.

I motioned for the man to sit down at his desk. I led the Strehl to a seat across from him.

I set the translator down on the desk.

"You can talk to them now," I explained quietly. "It'll translate both ways. Just make sure to pause in between sentences."

He nodded before looking at the Strehl.

"It's nice to meet you," he said, pausing to listen to the clicks. "I owe you and your people an apology."

"Why did you want to drown us," they asked.

"We were too stupid to see beyond what was best for us. We believed that your kind had gone extinct."

I looked over at the Doctor, who was also watching the scene unfold. He looked so focused on the conversation. He was waiting in fear of the conversation going wrong.

"We want to help clear the water from your home," the leader said. "We just need help with a solution."

"We can use your water," the Strehl replied. "But we will not be left to clean your mess alone."

"We can find a way to clean the water going through and clean the mess we've already made."

"I think that's our queue," the Doctor mumbled in my ear before starting to walk out.

I looked at the two creatures in front of me, shocked that he had waltzed out like that.

"Please don't be idiots," I begged. "Find a balance. You both can be happy. There's no reason for a war to come out of this."

"We have no intentions of fighting," the Strehl promised.

"Neither do we," the leader agreed.

I grinned at them, "Good luck."

I went to leave.

"Your translator!"

I looked back at the leader, "Keep it. You'll need it far more than me."

I continued my path out. The Doctor was waiting for me at the top of the stairs.

I sighed, looking down. I just walked past him. I still couldn't see anything beyond what he had done. It left a gross feeling in my stomach and made my head hurt.

I barely registered that we got back to the TARDIS. The Doctor walked in with no trouble, but I stopped outside.

"Are you coming," the Doctor asked, walking so he was waiting in the doorway.

"I don't... I don't know," I muttered.

"We're the only ones left," he said. I clenched my jaw. "Which I know is my fault."

I looked down.

"I would rather know that the two of us are together," he continued. "I would probably go crazy if I didn't know that you were alright. And believe me, I've got enough madness up here."

I glared at his attempt at a joke.

"I'm sorry," he muttered. "I do think we make a good team. And I would never feel right just leaving you here. Come with me. I need someone to slap me over the head every once in a while."

My gaze softened.

"And if you do, you can see all of those creatures you spent so long studying."

I looked around for a moment and then nodded.

"Really," the Doctor asked, grinning a little. I nodded again. "Well, come on then."

I held back the chuckle as I followed him inside.

"I'm going to change," the Doctor said before pointing behind him. "Go down that hall and you'll find... something. It's a bit of a maze, but I'm sure something will work for you."

"Alright," I nodded before heading down the hall.

"Thank you," he called behind me. I looked back. "For staying. Thank you."

I nodded once before going to continue my walk through the halls of the ship.

I found a closet through one of the doors and pulled on a new set of clothes... after finding out that there was a disinfectant mechanism in place. Which was all forms of fun.

I had pulled on some dark brown slacks rolled up slightly, a black turtleneck, a black belt, and some big black boots. I grabbed my old clothes.

"Do you have a place for my things," I asked the TARDIS quietly. A light above another door in the room glowed a little brighter. "Thank you, dear."

I walked to the extra room and smiled.

"It's perfect," I promised the ship.

It was simple. A desk, a small bed for the rare times I needed rest, a dresser, a hamper that was meant to automatically wash and dry clothes, and a bookshelf in the corner.

"Did you design this for me," I asked as I placed my fob watch into a drawer in the desk and my clothes in the hamper. The ship groaned. "It's lovely."

I opened the hamper to see the clothes were gone.

"That's... gonna take some getting used to."

I walked out to the console room as I tied my hair into a braid.

The Doctor was there, messing with a few buttons and levers. I walked up to the console, attempting to get familiar with the controls. It was an older version than I had ever seen, but I understood most of it.

"Why don't you want to be called your name," the Doctor asked after a moment.

"Hmm," I hummed, looking over at him.

"When I said your name earlier, you told me not to call you that," he explained. "Why?"

"I lost the right to that name," I replied. "I... I don't want to be called that because I failed. I was raised for one thing, and I failed it. I can't use that name anymore."

"What do you wanna be called then?"

"I... I don't know," I muttered. "Haven't gotten that far yet."

"That's alright," he said. "We'll figure it out."

I nodded and looked down.

I tried to blink back tears, but I was betrayed when I let out a quiet sob.

He grabbed my arm and pulled me into a hug. I closed my eyes tightly and wrapped my arms around him.

"I'm sorry," he mumbled. "I'm so, so sorry."

I started shaking a little.

"I don't know how to show how sorry I am, but I'll do it," he promised. "No matter how long it takes. I will find a way to make things up to you."

I had no reason to trust or believe him. I had no reason to stand there and listen to him.

But for that moment, I did trust him.

And I was okay with trusting him.

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[phoenixyfriend]

Time-Traveled Clones Give Anakin a Mental Breakdown

So @purronronner​ suggested the below on discord:

mental time travel au but it’s only clones (definitely Cody and/or Rex, possibly others)

Which we obviously all took and just... ran with. Contributors include Purrs, @the-lunar-system, and @atagotiak.

Initial brainstorming was just us trying to figure out how many clones did the mental travel, from when, etc. - Ended up deciding on 'significantly post-O66' and 'some but not all' - Mostly it's the angle that the only people who have an idea of what’s coming are the ones who aren’t even seen as people by most. THey have very little leverage to work with but they’ve gotta do something.

(I personally like the idea that Boba travels because Jango has to deal with the fact that His Baby Boy is suddenly much more adult and serious and also telling him that the whole Kamino thing is going to Destroy Everything Including Mandalore, And Revenge Against The Jedi Won't Be Worth It, but that idea got scrapped because he's got too much influence via dad.)

Rex and the clones that died when Rex & Ahsoka were escaping 66. Because Rex would probably be very regretful he couldn’t save them. The others would probably be understanding of the situation and even worse some of them would be thankful that he stopped them. - Strategic mass desertion via faked KIA reports as medics smuggle people out to investigate what's trying to kill the Jedi through the clones - Also they can manage a lot by doing surgeries and reprogramming Med droids and stuff. At the very least Palpatine can’t manage such a sudden and decisive victory without subverting the clones. The political angle is probably still a complicated mess but he can’t just snap his fingers and do a genocide, y’know? - IMO at least Fives is definitely on the list of time-travelers.

The Krell Situation is, uh... handled. Quickly. - Sometimes friendly fire just happens, you know? Accidents.

Mass Distrust of Anakin Skywalker - He knows they don't like him but has no idea why. - On the one hand, they loved them some TCW Anakin. On the other hand, look where that takes him...

Anakin keeps feeling like the clones are mourning him while he's standing right there. More than the other Jedi, even! All the Jedi feel vague grief from some of the clones, usually in a way that makes no sense, but the vibe they have around Anakin is a mindfuck. - Some of them want to get away and fast, some of them want to figure out how to fix him, none of them are at all happy with this.

He does one of those somewhat concerning TCW things where Imperial March plays faintly in the background, and while in the first timeline the clones would write it off as him being a little bit angrier than most Jedi (and he never takes it out on them, y’know?), this time they’re reacting… poorly. - They're scared of him this time. - And lbr the clones... while they’re largely good, moral people, have less rigid ethical rules than the Jedi and are more used to thinking of things in terms of us-vs-them as well as the Jedi-know-best conditioning, so they probably wrote off a lot the first time around (and now blame themselves, just a little, for Vader).

They, uh, they maybe get a bit twitchy... and the specific fear a few of "Vader's Fist" feel is so similar to the fear Anakin sensed around slaves in Gardulla's that he starts having flashbacks. - Anakin at one point spirals so deep into a flashback that he mutters something about how "she" is going to eat him and nobody can figure out who the fuck he's talking about, because nobody knows about Gardulla, possibly not even Obi-Wan, since that was TODDLER Anakin and while Watto may have come up, Obi-Wan probably didn't even think Anakin would have remembered toddler-age stuff, so Gardulla was never really discussed. - All anyone knows is that Anakin is fine with Ahsoka, so it's not her, but she's the only person on board using she/her pronouns so far since none of the clones are socially transitioning yet. - (Apparently Gardulla just ate her slaves sometimes? And Anakin had to live with the knowledge that that was a possibility for him? Until he was three? Fucked up, bro.) - (I'm just really invested in AUs where Anakin's 'not going evil' path kicks off in part with a breakdown where he can't keep himself in denial about the slavery element of the clones anymore.)

"They're scared of me." "Sir--" "They're scared the way we all were at Gardulla's what did I do?"

This would be pretty soon after Return to Tatooine, and Tatooine Three: Electric Boogaloo so Anakin is like... peak slave trauma rn anyway.

Anakin has a breakdown much earlier than in canon, and in precisely the opposite direction, loudly and blatantly enough that the Temple has to ground him for a bit, and even Palpatine can't get that overturned until the medics say so. - Also one of the key points: Anakin doesn’t resent it in the same way. - It’s uh. Less. The “The Jedi are afraid of my power (and Palpatine says that’s why I can’t just do what I want)” and more “the clones are afraid of my power (arguably with good reason)”

people above you fearing (+ limiting) you: hits right in the slave trauma people under you fearing you: still slave trauma but flipped all the way around

This is just back to back: - Mom died because you couldn't save her, on Slave Planet - You slaughtered an entire tribe of Tuskens, including the children, and have been putting a lot of effort into convincing yourself you're not a monster - You got chained up and threatened with public execution via Consumed by Big Thing (and are abruptly reminded of toddlerhood, where you were at risk of being Consumed by Gardulla, a Big Thing) - Clone army, basically slaves, can't think about that too hard or you'll freak out - (Secret marriage, which is stressful but not hitting the slave trauma button.) - You had to save a baby Hutt -- You had to help a slaver Hutt -- ON SLAVE PLANET AGAIN -- WHILE THE HUTT IS THREATENING TO KILL YOU - (Someone just GAVE YOU A CHILD, which is stressful but not hitting the slave trauma button.) - Half the clones treat you like a more impuslive Obi-Wan, and half of them are... scared and wary and you don't know what to do about that - You did something kinda fucked up and now half the slaves clones are fine and the other half feel like they're waiting for you to kill them in your anger - Fuck - Fuck

[zodiakuroo]

Pretty Things Don’t Need To Think

Kuroo decides he's had enough of his smart, independent girlfriend. He wants her to be his good little housewife instead.

Pairing: Kuroo Tetsurou x Fem!Reader

Contains: 18+ oh boy... dubcon, big dick kuroo, dumbifciation, misogyny, manhandling, oral sex (deepthroating), pee in vee sex, degradation, manipulation, pwp, breath play, mouth spitting, creampie, thigh riding, slapping, spit, porn watching, crybaby reader but kuroo is a meanie so :3

Word count: 4.6k

Notes: my first time writing smut n it’s mindlessly self-indulgent i just had this weirdly specific fantasy that i need to get out byeee

Kuroo loved the fact that you were smart. He loved the fact that you could debate and argue with him for hours on the most obscure topics. He love that you were always interested in his nerdy rambles and he found it adorable that you would sometimes go off on your own nerdy rambles. When he met you, he was so used to fucking brainless bimbos that he was surprised to find a girl that he both wanted to sleep with and have a conversation with. Your intellect was one of the many reasons he wanted to pursue a relationship with you beyond sex. One of the many reasons why he planned on marrying you.

Kuroo also loathed the fact that you were smart. Not loathed exactly. He just hated your stupid fucking degree. He hated the fact that it demanded so much of your time and energy that you sometimes had to put your studies before him. You wanted to be doctor, always wanted to apparently. You wanted it so bad he felt a little ashamed for how much it annoyed him.

But he didn’t understand it. You were going to be the wife of Kuroo Tetsurou, President of the Japan Volleyball Association. Is that not enough of an achievement?

 You didn’t seem to think so.

Now Kuroo’s not a misogynist by any means. If he were, he wouldn’t even let you get this stupid degree. He doesn’t want you to be some mindless Stepford Wife who only cooks and cleans and says “Yes, dear” “No, dear.” Of course he believes in equal rights and all that bullshit but he just doesn’t see any reason for you to work. Financially, there’s no need. More importantly, as his wife you would be too busy taking care of him, his home and his children for you to even thinking about having a job. He would let you get this degree purely for you to soothe your own ego, so you could feel like you’ve accomplished something.

And this is the fucking thanks he gets.

Coming home every day to see you hunched over the dining room table, 4 different textbooks open, papers scattered everywhere. He works hard every day to make a comfortable life for the two of you but asking to come home to a clean apartment and dinner on the stove is too much to ask apparently.

You don’t even register that he’s in the room until he places two large warm hands on your shoulders, causing you to jump, quickly soothed with a kiss to the top of your head.

“Hi baby” he mutters against your scalp, gently massaging your shoulders.

“Hmm. Hi Tetsurou.” you turn your head to look at him, eyes bloodshot and bleary from staring at your computer all day.  “How was your day?”

“Same old.” He places a chaste kiss on your lips. “How’s it going here? Are we winning?” He glances at your notes, Intercranial mass lesions. Subarachnoid Haemorrhage. Spontaneous Intracerebral Haemorrhage. He wonders why you do this to yourself. Pretty things like you shouldn’t have to think.

You groan. “Not at all. This neuro final is gonna kick my ass.”

He chuckles, hands gently massaging your shoulders. “You say that every time and every time you ace it baby.”  Instead of asking you where his dinner is, he asks “Have you eaten today? What do you want for dinner?”

“ I’m not hungry Tetsu. You can order whatever you like.” He clenches his jaw in irritation. You can’t even be bothered to give him your full attention for 10 minutes? The man who works so hard so that you can afford to sit at home and study the whole day?

No.

He’ll get your attention one way or another.

“Angel,” he drops his voice an octave or two, leaning down so his mouth is pressed right against the shell of your ear. “How about you take a break yeah? Wanna help you relax.” He starts to kiss your neck. He hears your breath hitch. He’s got you. “You worked so hard today plus I reaaaaally miss you.”

With that he begins to leave wet kisses on your neck, feeling you melt into him. His hands move away from your shoulders, gently groping at your chest.

You suddenly go rigid. “Tetsu, not right now.” He doesn’t want you to know how pissed he is but he can’t help it, he groans in frustration. “I’m sorry,” you mutter weakly “I really need to get through these last 3 chapters.”

“Yeah right. Got it.” He storms off with a huff. He’s furious. Your little studious shtick has been nothing more than an irritation for him. But this is too far. He hasn’t come in a month, since you started prep for finals. You’ve been too busy to take care of him. You suggested porn and he laughed in your face. Why would he jerk off when you have a perfectly good pussy? Don’t be ridiculous.

“Tetsurou don’t be mad please.”

“Not mad baby. Keep studying. That’s important to you right?” He’s not convincing anyone but you don’t have the time or energy to engage.

You let out a heavy sigh before turning back to your laptop, falling back into studying like the whole interaction never happened. It made him even angrier. How you couldn’t care less about him right now.

“Just gonna watch some TV. That okay with you, love?” He says sounding sickly sweet, almost sarcastic. If you notice, you don’t make any mention of it.

“Mmhm. Just keep it down please.” You don’t even bother to fucking look at him. 

You don’t wanna pay attention to him? You want him to just jerk off? Fine then, have it your way. Kuroo throws himself down on the couch as he rips off his tie with a little more force than necessary.

This is petty.

He makes quick work of the buttons of his dress shirt.

This is childish.

He quickly unbuckles his belt and pulls his slacks down just far enough to take his soft dick out of his boxers.

 This is your fault.

 You pushed him to do this.

He takes his phone and uses his internet browser to take him to the first porn site he can think of. He doesn’t really care about the kind of video so “Busty blonde slut gets destroyed” seems like a good a choice as any. He clicks on the video and sets up his phone to mirror on the TV screen. With the volume about as loud as it can go, he presses play.

The loud exaggerated moans and gagging startle you. Your head shoots up and you see your boyfriend, lidded gaze fixed on the flat screen TV in front of him. He’s panting, letting out little moans. You crane your neck to see what he’s watching and you see on the TV a bleach blonde girl with massive tits being an absolute trooper as she gets facefucked relentlessly.

“Kuroo, what the fuck?” God he hates when you call him by his last name mostly because you only do that when you’re really annoyed at him.

“Hm? What is it baby?” Now it’s his turn to not even glance in your direction. He’s too focused on the way the girl on screen’s throat is bulging as the man thrusts into her mouth. Maybe he should watch porn more often.

“What are you doing?” He can hear the irritation building in your voice. He hears the chair scrape along the hardwood floor as you stand up to get a better look at him. He knows you can see exactly what he’s doing now.

He smirks, turning to look at you for just a split second before his attention is back to being on screen. “Watching ah fuck watching TV”. He starts to stroke himself faster now, knowing you’re watching him. He’s a little embarrassed by how turned on he is. Cock already rock hard, his tip bright red and shiny from leaking so much pre-cum.

“Do you have to do… that… here? I can’t concentrate.” You clench your fists and your sides.

Oh you’re pissed. But this isn’t exactly the reaction he wants from. He’ll make it work though.

“Not my problem babe. Shit.” He takes his free hand down to play with his swollen balls and god, if he weren’t so determined to dump this load inside you he might have come right then and there.

“Kuroo!” You shout. He’s still not looking at you. How could he when the girl on the screen is getting absolutely railed. He only hears the sound of your barefeet on the hardwood floor as you storm over to the couch. He’s not sure what your plan was when you decided to come over here, but it doesn’t even matter anymore because the second you’re close enough he yanks you by your wrist and forces you into his lap.

“Tetsu!” You thrash and struggle in his hold but it’s no use. He’s bigger and stronger than you.

He wraps his arm around your neck, pulling you into a chokehold. “Oh I’m Tetsu now?” he laughs bitterly

“Let me go! Please!” You still haven’t given up getting out of this, tears threatening to spill from your eyes.

“Shut up. I want you to watch this.” He’s forcing you to look at the screen now. “Look at that yeah? Look at how she’s taking that big cock.”

A hard palm strikes you across your cheek. “Stop squirming and watch.”

The blonde woman is bent over a coffee table while the man behind her rams his dick into her without abandon. Kuroo can’t decide if he finds her whining hot or annoying.

“Looks like it feels good huh babe?” His head is buried in the crook of your neck. “Wanna make you feel good like that.” He places a quick kiss to your temple before pulling your t-shirt over your head, your bare chest now exposed to the cool air.

“Tetsu please.”

“Please what baby?”

Please let me go.

But the way he’s hands are gripping at your breasts, pulling and twisting your nipples, you can’t form any words. Only whimpers.

“Please make you feel good? That what you want baby?” He whispers as he slots his thigh between your legs.

“Yeah yeah please Tetsu.”

Kuroo has turned his focus onto your neck. Harsh sucks, leaving bruises and bite marks in his wake. He wants to laugh at how pathetic you are. Just a few minutes ago, you were adamant on ignoring his presence and now you’re writhing in his lap begging you to touch him.

“Really? I thought you needed to study.”

“No no no Tetsu, only need you.” Just a quickie. You’re both pent up. 10… 15 minutes tops. Then you’ll go back to studying. That’s what you tell yourself.

“That’s right baby.” He grips your hips and grinds you down on to his thigh. “I know exactly what you need.” You take your cue from him and begin riding his thigh, neurology notes long forgotten as he goes back to assaulting your neck. The combination of the sensation of your clothed clit rubbing against his thigh and visual stimulation of the explicit content on your TV makes you dizzy with pleasure.

Your movements become frantic. You’re practically humping his leg at this point. He knows you’re close which is why he wraps one arm around your torso, pulling you back into his chest.

“Baby please.” You whine. Oh, you’re really crying now.

“Oh angel, you were gonna come just from that? Just from humping my thigh and watching some other bitch get eaten out? My angel must be so pent up huh?”

You can’t do anything except whimper and nod.

“Mmhm yeah my baby has been working too hard. Thinking too much. You’re too cute for that you know baby.”

You keep nodding, no idea what you’re actually agreeing to, too busy keening at the praise. You keep trying to move your hips but he just tightens his hold.

“It’s okay though baby I know how to take care of you. Your man knows how to turn off that little brain of yours.”

His hand slides into you shorts, fingers pressing on to your clit over the top of your soaked panties. The moan you let out might rival the porn star on screen, who now by the way, is riding the face of her co-star while she sucks his cock.

He slips his other hand into your panties and starts rubbing quick “Yeah that’s it. Feel good babe?” You melt into his chest. “Yes Tetsu! So good!”

Kuroo pushes his long middle finger into your dripping hole. So tight and warm, he has to bite back a moan of his own. A few slow pumps, before he lets his index finger enter you as well. He’s done going slow now, he starts fucking you with his fingers, thumb brushing over your clit every now and then.

You were so close before, it takes almost no effort on Kuroo’s part to get you there again. You throw your head back on to his shoulder, muscles tensing in anticipation of your impending release. “Tets- gonna cum, gonna cu-“ The second you feel the waves of your orgasm crash on to you, Kuroo has his hands off you entirely, reaching for the remote and turning off the explicit movie.

Ruined. He ruined your orgasm.

You open your eyes and you see Kuroo looking every bit the smug bastard and your own teary eyed reflection in the black screen. “Tetsurou… Why? Why would you-“ You can’t even get the sentence out before he delivers a harsh smack to your clit.

“You think you deserve to come?” A large hand wraps tight around your throat as he lets out a humourless laugh. “You’re stupider than I thought.”

“No Tetsu ‘m not stupid” You manage to rasp out but that just makes him squeeze even tighter.

“What was that? I thought I heard a stupid bitch say something.”

You claw at his had trying to get air into your lungs but Kuroo doesn’t budge.

“Please! Sorry! Please!” is all you can manage to get out. Just as you start to see spots, Kuroo lets go.

Airways burning, you sputter out a “thank you” but your boyfriend doesn’t seem to care. “You’re sorry? Show me how fucking sorry you are.” He’s shoves you on to the floor unceremoniously.

While Kuroo removes his slacks and boxers, you try to compose yourself. You know what’s coming but first you need to stop coughing and stop crying. After a minute of deep breathing, you open your eyes and find yourself face to face with Kuroo’s monster cock.

And you’re not exaggerating. The thing is terrifying. Long and girthy, the biggest you’ve ever seen.  He’s unbelievably hard with bulging veins, the tip almost purple with arousal. You’re mesmerised by it. 

Perhaps the only thing scarier than his dick right now is the man attached to it. He’s staring down at you with so much condescension, small smirk playing on his lips. He wraps his hand around his thick base. “You good princess? Get to it.” He tuts.

You place one of your hands on his throbbing member as you tentatively stick out your tongue to lick at his tip where pre-cum is dribbling out. You slowly start to stroke him up and down as you swirl your tongue around the head. Kuroo is being kind, letting you go slow. If you think he’s doing this for your benefit, you’re mistaken. He wants to take his time with this. More importantly, he’s got about a month’s worth of cum stored up in his balls and he wants to make sure that every single drop goes inside your little cunt.

You take what you can fit (just less than half) into your mouth, lips stretched wide around his dick, the head is poking at the back of your throat while your hands work the rest of his shaft. You look up at him with wide, apologetic eyes. He can tell by the way you’re looking at him you want him to know how sorry you are.

It’s cute.

He grabs you by your hair and pulls you off of him. ”Aw baby, that’s it? I thought you were sorry.” 

A mixture of saliva and pre-cum dribbles down your chin. “Tetsu I am sorry. I’m so sorry!” You whimper.

“Yeah?” Kuroo whispers. His grip on your hair tightens as he tilts your head up to look at him. You stare up at your boyfriend, as he bends down to kiss you. Again, it’s surprisingly gentle but is quickly contrasted with the way he uses the other hand to grab your face, squeezing harshly to make you pucker your lips and keep your mouth open.

He smiles down at you, almost lovingly before he puckers his lips as well, letting a fat glob of spit drop from his mouth into yours.

It’s gross. It’s degrading. It’s cruel.

And that’s why you swallow it down almost immediately, without being asked. 

“Good girl” He whispers and gives you a kiss on the nose as a reward. The simple praise shoots straight to your pussy and now you’re greedy for more.

Kuroo leans back and assumes his previous position but this time flexing his elbows and putting his hands behind his head. He’s still wearing his dress shirt, unbuttoned so you can admire his delicious torso. Toned and tanned with the trail of dark hair running all the way to his groin. He looks completely relaxed with his eyes closed and for a moment you find yourself enamored by how stunning he is. How stunning your man is. You want to please him now more than ever. You want him to call you his good girl again. You steady yourself on your knees and prepare for the task at hand

You start off with a few shallow bobs on his cock. Then you take a deep breath through your nose before taking as much of him in your throat as you can. “Holy shit.”  He breathes out. His hips thrust up reflexively while you try to suppress your own reflex, trying to keep him has deep as possible for as long as possible. You’ve had lots of practice deepthroating your boyfriend’s dick but somehow it hasn’t gotten any easier.

You pull off of him but not completely, just enough to open up your airway to let much needed air into your burning lungs. You twist your hands around the exposed part of him. You look up at him and he’s giving you that fond smile again and it makes your heart swell in your chest. It’s all the motivation you need to take him back into your throat. Again you take him as far as you can but there’s still a good inch or so that you can’t take no matter how hard you try.

“Aw baby you need some help?” Kuroo coos from above you. You look up at him with big watery eyes and nod as best you can with his dick lodged in your oesophagus. He lets out a hum. “Anything for my baby.” He places one of his large hands on the back of your head and pushes you down until your nose meets his pelvis.

Your throat muscles are spasming around the impossibly large, impossibly deep intrusion but Kuroo keeps you there, seemingly reveling in your gags. Your drool dribbles from your lips, down his balls on to the black leather of the couch. You try breathing through your nose but you struggle. However, your discomfort is completely eclipsed by Kuroo’s moans and grunts. If it makes him feel good you’ll keep him in there as long as he wants. You’ll let him thrust into your mouth until he comes if he so choses.

Lucky for you, that’s not what he wants tonight.

You pulls you off his dick by once again but slowly this time. He watches the string of drool that connects your lips and drags you away until it snaps. He take his heavy shaft and slaps it against your right cheek. You let out a gasp and a smirk starts to play on his lips. Before you know it he’s smacking and dragging his cock all over your face, covering you in a mixture of your saliva and his pre-cum. “God damn. Prettiest fuckin’ girl in the world right here on her knees for me.” He says as he leans back to admire his handiwork.  “Open” he says. You obey without hesitation and he spits in your mouth again.

You swallow eagerly. “Thank you Tetsuro.” Your throat feels raw but you smile at him, absolutely giddy, nonetheless.

“Get up here, pretty girl.” Kuroo helps you to your feet and shimmy out of your bottoms before guiding you on to his lap so you’re straddling him. Immediately two of his fingers are inside you again, your slick cunt offering no resistance whatsoever. “You know angel, I’m still not sure how sorry you actually are.” He’s scissoring his fingers, stretching out your walls. If he were a different man, he’d thrust into you right now without any prep but he sees how fucked out you already are, there’s no need to punish you any further. His fingers move at a tortuous pace, squelching as he thrusts them in and out of you.

You’re panting. “Anything, I’ll do anything.”

The slow drag of his fingers grazing that spot inside you as he pulls out makes your eyes flutter shut. When you open them again, Kuroo is holding the same fingers in front of your face. Your boyfriend keeps is hazel eyes locked on yours as he sticks out his tongue to lick up the arousal soaking his digits.

“Hmm ‘course you will.” He slaps his fat cockhead on your sensitive clit making you squeal.

He drags his tip from your clit to your dripping slit over and over again getting it nice and wet.

You chant “Tetsu please” like some twisted prayer. You desperately want to make up for your earlier ruined orgasm.

“Wanna see you bounce on my cock, angel.”

You oblige him wordlessly, taking hold of his shaft and lining in him up with your entrance. You slowly lower yourself on to him wincing at the way he stretches you out. The prep was minimal and his fingers are no match for the size of his cock. You have to stop to breathe and blink away tears. You lift up your hips and lower yourself down slowly again, taking a little more of him inside you. You repeat the process a couple more times.

As much as watching your struggle to take his cock strokes his ego, Kuroo is growing bored. It’s time to take matters into his own hands.

Kuroo grips your hips and takes you by surprise as he thrusts up into you, making you take the whole thing. You let out a shrill cry as the tip of his cock nudges at your cervix. A heavy smack lands on your ass. “I said bounce angel.”

“So big Tetsu fuck. So big.” You whine as he pulls you up, before he sheaths his dick fully inside you, making you shriek for a second time.

God you could be such a crybaby sometimes. You were starting to piss him off again.  He pulls out of you completely and says “Turn around.”

“Tetsu no please! Wanna see you.” You pout, your eyes welling up with tears.

Another smack. This time across your face. You reach up to touch the sore skin on your cheek, it feels hot. “Don’t talk back to me you stupid slut.”

You whimper but obey his command. You don’t want Kuroo to be angry at you.

“Now sit on it.” He spanks you another time before gripping your ass and guiding his cock into you until your ass meets his groin.

Playtime is over.

Kuroo slips his hands under your thighs, grabbing the back of your knees and folding your body in half. Now he’s really fucking you. His thrusts are rough, cock knocking against your cervix repeatedly as he sinks himself into your sopping cunt over and over again. The sound of his balls slapping against your ass and the squelching of your dripping pussy make for the lewdest symphony you’ve ever heard. 

“Tetsurou ‘m close. Please” you cry. The way his dick is rubbing against your sweet spot means you won’t last long.

“No.”

Despite his denial, he doesn’t ease up on his thrusts. You’re trying to concentrate on holding back your orgasm but honestly you can’t concentrate on anything except Kuroo pistoning his fat cock in and out of you.

“Look at you.” You see your reflection in the black TV screen. “You see that?” He gives one particularly hard thrust to emphasise his point. “Fucked stupid huh?”

“Yeah Tetsu Yeah.” It’s no mirror but you can see all that you need to. You see your boyfriend using your body like a fleshlight, thrusting up into you at a relentless pace. You see your cunt split open on his cock. You see yourself being completely and utterly owned by him.

“My girl is such a fucking whore huh? My own personal porn star.”

“Need to cum nnggh let me cum please.” You’re teetering so close to the edge and Kuroo’s filthy mouth is not helping your situation in the slightest.

“Why should I let you cum hm? You’re so good when you’re desperate. Think I should keep you like this.”

“Please Tetsu. Please. Wanna be good! Wanna be your good girl Testu! Wanna take care of you! Please.”

He likes the way that sounds.

His good girl. His wife. His. His. His.

“Cum for me angel. Cum. Right now.” He says, lips pressed against your ear.

He doesn’t need to tell you twice. With the way he’s pounding his dick into your tight little pussy you have no choice but to spiral into orgasm. Your pussy spasms around his cock, pulling him deeper inside you. The hot coil in your tummy that’s been building unravels and the bliss hits you so hard you see starts. Kuroo keeps fucking up into you as you cream around him. As you come down, you go limp in his arms. That doesn’t stop him from using you though.

His grip around your thighs tightens and that’s how you know he’s getting close. “You gonna be a good girl for me? You gonna take this fat fucking load? Yeah? Take all of it deep in your cunt?” He growls right into your ear.

“Tetsu gimme pleasepleaseplease” You beg him as you cry from overstimulation, barely able to form the words.

“Take it. Take it. Fuck!” He growls as he shoots his load right into your tight, gooey pussy. You feel his hot cum fill up your womb and the sensation is so overwhelming it makes you go cross-eyed, tongue lolling out of your mouth. He grunts, still rutting into you through his orgasm. When he’s done he pulls out of you, smiling as he watches his cum leak out of your spent hole.

Kuroo loves the fact that you’re smart. But when you’re like this? Absolutely cum drunk, eyes glazed, body covered in bruises and willing to do anything he asks you to? He fucking adores you like this.

“Go take care of dinner princess, then your man is gonna take care of you some more.” He swats you on your ass.

You giggle and let your wobbly legs carry you to the kitchen with your boyfriend’s cum running down between your thighs, thoughts of your upcoming final completely fucked out of your head.

Along with every other thought not revolving around your future husband.

Kuroo reaches for his phone to text his assistant and tell her to cancel all his meetings for tomorrow. He has to go ring shopping.

[glcrygcre]

bejcwcled

“and then afterwards when he was safe? no you just end up sleeping with them.”  he had wished more than anything that kang had been lying to him but janet had proved every word to be true.  he was angrier than he had been in a long time.  “i wouldn’t mind if something happened to him.  no i don’t think that’s alright.  he didn’t threaten to take it away.  he did. he has a contract stating he owns the particles, has control of the foundation.” he sighed and ran a hand through his hair.  “how much do you know about what’s happened here the last few months? do you know anything about the gala at the palace?” he needed to know where to start from, how much he had to explain. “she’s only close to me now because of the time we spent looking for you.  before that... she only talked to me when cross became a problem.  then we’ll talk to her together maybe then she’ll listen.”  it was the only chance they had, if that didn’t work well he doubted nothing would be able to stop hope.  “she already thought of that.  she’s going to destroy the core if she hasn’t already.  exile? we yes that could work, just have to figure out where to put him.  well he’s the biggest threat we’ve faced besides thanos. he’s a threat not only to us but the entire multiverse.  we have to do something.” he sighed and nodded his head, not making eye contact.  “i... i started seeing someone.  her name’s regina.  she’s kind of the uh queen here.”

" you don't understand ! okay? you were not down there! you don't know what it's like . at one point, you start feeling like you're never getting out. you start losing yourself and everything that you had ever called your own! it's not... it's not... easy. you'd never understand ." there had been times in which janet had nearly lose her mind . there had been times in which she had slowly felt herself slipping away . the only reason why she hadn't had been because of him . because of the man whose name she believed to be nathaniel . who she believed to be someone who understood her. "what? he doesn't... he only wants the particles because of what i did . to get back the core . if he does ? if he does , he will he unstoppable but henry , this is not the way . there has to be a third way ." maybe it was too late . maybe he was already dead . maybe their daughter had permanently turned into a murderer for good now . "the .. what? gala? what are you talking about ?" confusion . confusion seemed to have taken over completely . did she believe that it'd be going away anytime soon ? no. " henry. your daughter adores you . do you not see that ? the two of you have a bound that i will never be able to have with her . if anyone can get through to her - it has to be you ." janet saw it that way . " good . good , once it's over and done with , he will not have any power . what else would we have to do , then ?" did he really have to die ? janet couldn't say that she knew . "you .... you're seeing the queen? what ?"

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[goblinbugthing]

Exile — Kirby AU/OC lore

She broke when she heard the news. She wasn’t there to witness the ceremony, so she couldn’t stop it from happening.

“Galacta Knight has been crystallized.”

His apprentice, Auberon Knight, had told her. They seemed upset about it, even though they were the one who brought him to the Altar, and told Yama of Galacta Knight’s “betrayal” in the first place.

Hara was beyond destroyed. She shouted and cried, telling off the younger knight, more upset than she’d ever been before. Galacta told Auberon that he used Soul Crystallization because he trusted him. And he broke that trust, that unspoken promise, just minutes later.

“Betrayal?!” Hara shouted, digging her heels into the floor. “What do you mean betrayal?! Galacta is an honest, kind-hearted man! He wouldn’t ‘betray’ anyone, let alone US!” Auberon’s ears lowered, and he pulled the hood of his cloak up slightly in an attempt to muffle Hara’s shouting. “I know it’s hard to believe, Miss Hara, but it’s true,” they said. “He used Soul Crystallization on Void Termina—“

“Because he had to!” she cut them off. “What other wonderful ideas do you have, huh?! What else could we have done?!” Auberon looked away. He seemed embarrassed to keep talking. He never liked being lectured. Hara continued when they didn’t answer. “No ideas, hm? That’s what I thought.” Her voice cracked when she spoke. “I’m going to speak to the High Priestess. Stay out of my sight, backstabber.” Auberon looked down sadly and mumbled, “Yes, ma’am.” They were hurt by Hara’s words, but she couldn’t care less. There were larger problems at hand than that lying excuse of a friend.

—————————————————————

Footsteps thundered through the halls of the church, alerting High Priestess Yama to someone’s presence. “Must be Blast Knight,” she thought, rolling her eyes. “Pest. Of course she’d be vocal about Galacta’s punishment.”

The footsteps became louder as they grew close. “No matter. I can punish her too, no big deal.”

The door of Yama’s office was slammed open by exactly who she expected. Hara stormed through the doorway, fists clenched tight, face filled with rage and grief. Yama put on her usual sugar-coated mask of calmness and spoke. “Blast Knight. Auberon Knight must have told you about Galacta Knight’s betrayal, yes?” Hara slammed her hands down on the dark wood. “It wasn’t a betrayal!” she protested, voice cracking, tears welling in her eyes. Yama sighed. “Blast Knight Hara, Soul Crystallization is a strictly forbidden practice. I, and by extension, the Ykka, will not allow any usage of it.”

Hara growled, her wings twitching. “You’re a hypocrite,” she said. “You won’t allow anyone but yourself to use magic you don’t even naturally wield. It’s disgusting.” Yama’s mask nearly slipped, but she held tight to it. She sighed. “Soul Crystallization breaks three Laws of Ykka. Anyone who uses it is to be crystallized as well. That’s how it works, Blast Knight. I am not a hypocrite.” “It shouldn’t be,” Hara retorted, getting angrier by the second. “You’re breaking those laws as well, Yama. Just because you’re the High Priestess doesn’t mean you get to kill my closest ally.”

“It’s High Priestess Yama to you, Hara,” she hissed, her mask temporarily dissipating. She cleared her throat, and resumed her usual calm guise. “Secondly, the Ykka specifically ordered me to crystallize anyone who uses Soul Crystallization without permission. Third, he is not dead. He is simply in an eternal state of rest. His heart still beats.” Hara’s tears fell, tapping against the wooden table. “Eternal rest and death are essentially the same thing. He may still have a beating heart, but he is definitely anything but alive.” She tightened her fists. “You’re a selfish, lying, hypocritical fool. You do not deserve the title of High Priestess.”

Alright. That was the last straw. Yama snapped. “Excuse me?!” she exploded, her wings extending, tail flicking back and forth. “You understood me. The words I speak are words of truth,” Hara responded, looking her dead in the eyes. Yama growled, ending with a wordless shout. “Yooouuuuu….. you dare speak like that to me?! This is a crime! A crime! CRIME! You insolent scum! Worthless excuse of a warrior! Star-burning piece of WASTE! YOUR BETRAYAL WILL NOT BE IGNORED, NOR EXCUSED!!!”

Yama stepped up to Hara, grabbing her wrists suddenly, and clasping them together. She knew this would happen, but she didn’t necessarily care. Since Yama loves those laws of hers sooooo much, she wouldn’t be able to do anything, really, aside from throw her in the dungeon for a while. No matter, Auberon should at least have the decency to take care of her son while she’s locked up.

Well, she figured that’s what was going to happen to her, until she realized Yama was dragging her to the Starship hangar.

Oh no.

“Blast Knight Hara, as of today, you are hereby exiled from this planet!” Yama shouted. “You have two days to pack your belongings and leave. Good riddance, you rebellious waste.”

—————————————————————

….Two days have passed. Hara had her luggage prepared. She gave one final goodbye to her son, eyes filled with tears. He didn’t understand what was happening. Of course he didn’t. He was only two weeks old.

He was only two weeks old.

Two weeks.

She had spent less than two weeks with her son. Now, she was never going to see him again.

She put him to bed before leaving her quarters, setting him in his crib, singing him a lullaby she wrote herself. She called it “Starlight of the Heavens.”

He always loved the stars.

Soon, he would be sleeping among them instead of watching them in the sky with Hara and her lover.

“Funny how just a week ago, we were stargazing together, and now we are just shards of what was once a family.”

She stepped into her Starship, but before closing it up, she turned to Auberon.

“Auberon,” she said. He looked up at her, waiting for her to continue.

“Tell Kirby that Mommy and Daddy love him, okay?”

—————————————————————

A soul once so bright is now darkened with grief and hatred. I wonder, how will she live on after such an incident?

More importantly, what will make of the remnants of her family?

(Such a shame. Galacta Knight’s imprisonment has hurt Hara in unimaginable ways.)

[supercorpkid]

It’s you against the world.

Supercorp, Kara Danvers x Daughter!Reader, Lena Luthor x Daughter!Reader, Alex Danvers x Niece!Reader, Kelly Olsen x Niece!Reader.

Word count: 3175.

Warning: Still angsty, I guess.

I would recommend checking the Rescue Mission series if you haven’t yet :)

Kara said, ‘one thing at a time’. You’re alive, and back on your feet. Brainy is nursed back to health. Alex is out commanding the DEO back again. Jamie is exhausted, but fine. Kelly looks like she never even was in danger in the first place. And your Gramm is talking about going back to Midvale. Everyone is doing ok, but Lena.

How can no one be talking about this? About the fact that she’s not even here. About the fact that she looked blankly at your face and told you she doesn’t have a daughter, nor a family? This should be the only thing on their minds because it’s the only thing on your mind. How can they bear the fact that one person from this family is not here? How is the fact that she’s alive and safe enough for them?

As soon as your feet touch the ground and you get the ‘approval’ for leaving -even though you still look like a war painting, with all the blood and the bruises-, you fly out of the DEO. Kara tries to stop you, but she doesn’t know where you’re going, so you guess she’ll show up in a while. You fly to where you found Jamie and Lena. The place is abandoned and none of the guys that you beat up are still there. Well, there’s no one to follow now, so you figured they have fled the scene.

You grab everything you can see that was possibly used to erase her mind. You even carry the chair out of that hiding place and into L Corp. You use your super speed to take everything into your lab, and then call the front desk to let Aly know you’re in there. You beg her not to tell Lena, because you’re working on a surprise, and tell her you don’t want to be interrupted by anything or anyone.

You’ve been working for hours, and you’re almost sure it’s night and you haven’t heard from anyone yet. Great, Aly is doing her job and not letting anyone disturb you. This should work.

“Baby, please.” Kara knocks on your lab door, and you breathe deep, trying to ignore her. You don’t have time for this, for whatever it is that she wants, you just can’t waste time. You only have time for one thing in your life right now and you don’t care about the rest of the world. “Can you open the door, so I can see your pretty little face?”

“I’m busy, go away!” You answer, rolling your chair to the computer behind you, and your hands go crazy on the keyboard.

“I’m not leaving.” Kara says, and you look at the door, rolling your eyes. “I need you to open the door, so I don’t have to break it.”

“Don’t you dare destroy L Corp property, Kara Danvers!” You speak loudly and your heart squeezes on your chest when you hear your own voice. You sounded just like Lena.

Kara sighs on the other side of the door, hanging her head low, thinking the same thing you are. You know that by the way her heart changes a beat the slightest.

“My love, I know you’re hurt. I know you want to solve this, and trust me, I want you to crack this too, but-”

“Then leave!” You yell, cutting her off. “If you want me to solve this, then you have to leave and let me work, because right now you’re distracting me.”

“It’s the middle of the night, you need sleep.” Kara keeps going, and you see her hand on the handle. No way in hell you’re going to let her break this door. You roll your chair towards the door and open to a puppy face doe-eyed Kara. “Little one, you just got out of a fight where you almost died. Let’s go home. Let’s wash this blood off and-”

“No.” You roll back to your workstation. “You can stay and help if you want, but you will not convince me to leave. This is my fault, and I have to fix it.”

“Kid, this is not your fault. You did what you had to do. You saved her. Rao, don’t you get it?” Kara goes to you and kneels next to your chair. “You saved everyone. You saved me, Jamie, Alex, Kelly, Eliza. And you saved Lena! Lena is safe! Alive! Because of you.”

“It’s not enough. I didn’t do enough.” You ignore her, hands still moving fast on the keyboard. Although, if you’re being honest, you’re not exactly typing anything that makes sense right now. You’re just distracting yourself, and trying to show Kara how busy you are, so she can leave.

“You did what you could’ve done. You did what I would’ve done in that situation, baby.” Kara says, putting her hands on top of yours so you can stop. With her other hand she holds your chin, and makes you look at her. “You are a hero. This is not your fault.”

“Stop.” You clench your jaw, feeling the anger boiling your blood. You try to stop it from coming up and devouring you, but you can’t. “Stop patronizing me. I’m not a little kid anymore.”

“I know you’re not. You’re an awesome superhero who just saved all National City. But you’re also a person, and you have basic needs. You need to sleep, eat, change out of your super suit, wash this dry blood off, you need to catch some sunlight to heal your bruises, and I-” Kara breathes heavily swallowing her tears. “I need you.”

“You can stay and help if you want, but-”

“Stop. Please, baby, please, stop.” Kara says, eyes full of tears. You can see the pain on her face. You can hear the pain in her voice. It makes you sadder. “I miss her too.”

“Not enough.” You get out of her grip, and stand up, going to the table behind you, distracting yourself with the first thing your hands can grab, in front of you. “You can’t possibly miss her enough if you’re here trying to convince me to stop trying and go home.”

“That’s not fair. You’re my daughter and I have to care for you.” Kara stands up, walking to where you are. She easily spins you around and strokes your cheek gently. “Look at you, baby, you’re battle-worn.”

“You can’t be here talking about sleep and shower when your goddamn wife doesn’t remember who you are!” You slap her hand away from your face. “She-she doesn’t remember me! I did this! You don’t get it!” Your eyes are full of tears too, but it’s more than sadness. It’s guilt, and pain, and anger. It makes you furious that everyone else in the entire world is out there doing anything, anything besides helping your mom get her memories back and be herself again.

“I do.” Kara tries, which only makes you angrier.

“NO, you DON’T!” You yell, making her flinch at the voice raise and she takes a couple steps back, giving you space. “And you NEVER will!” You grab the first thing you see and throw it on the floor next to her. Kara watches, motionless, the wrench breaking on your hand, and then kicking on the floor before stopping in front of her feet. “You will never understand how this is my fault. I made the wrong call. You’re Kryptonian, she’s human. I should’ve gone for her first!”

“Then why did you go for me?” Kara furrows her eyebrows, looking stung by your declaration.

“I thought you could help me.” You hold her gaze defiant. “But you didn’t. You couldn’t. I had to do it alone, and I didn’t do enough.”

“You have to stop saying this. Kid, you sacrificed yourself for us. How is that not enough?” Kara comes closer again, holding her hands out so you can hold it. “You nearly died. You did more than-”

“I told you to STOP PATRONIZING ME!” You punch your anger through the table, making a hole right where your hand went. “GET OUT!”

“Little one-”

“I said GET OUT! Get out of my lab!” You point at the door. “Only come back here when you realize that mom needs me. That I’m the only one who should-who can bring her back. Until then, you’re not welcomed here.”

Kara stands there, unmoving. Taking in your every word like punches in the gut. But you don’t care. You’ve been punched in the gut a lot today. By aliens, by your own gullibility, by Lena’s empty look towards you, by your guilt that’s been eating you out from the inside.

You turn around, so you don’t face her, and you go grab more things for your work. She looks lost, stuck there, drinking your words in. You don’t look behind yourself for a few good minutes, and when you do, she’s gone. No trace she was ever there, except the things you broke because you’re mad.

You are mad at so many things you don’t even know where to start. And you decide not to. You can’t start thinking about the things you’re mad about or this will never get done and you will have to go longer without Lena knowing who you are.

You go back to work. Solely focus on bringing her memories back, whatever it costs. You are tired. You’re past the point of hunger. You start to feel your blood drying up on your skin getting so parched it breaks it off when you move, and you know you could use a shower. You’re fueling your body with energy drinks only, and you guess they were put outside your door by Aly. You lose count of how many meals you’ve skipped; despite the fact that food is also placed outside your door from time to time. And how many sleepless hours it has been now. You’re battle worn, exhausted, and drained out, but you won’t leave this lab until you crack this.

“Kiddo, is aunt Alex.” You hear a voice coming from your door. Honestly, by now, you might as well be hallucinating this whole thing. It feels like you’ve been alone here for days now.

“If you’re not here to help, then don’t waste your breath.” You answer, finally looking at the door and you see she’s not alone. “I don’t think therapist Olsen can help.”

“Can you just open the door for a minute?” Alex asks and waits a little. You don’t go there. “Please, kiddo, it’s not fair you can see us, and we can’t talk to you face-to-face.”

“You want to talk about fair?” You run to the door, opening it with so much anger it startles both of your aunts on the other side. The sight of you, you imagine, also helps with this shock. “Let’s talk about how you made me decide which mom I had to save first! I’m just a kid! You put that decision in my hands! How is that fair?”

“Hey, that’s not, kiddo, come on.” Alex breathes deep trying to calm herself. “That shapeshifter was playing with us. I told you to go for Lena, but it-it had Kara’s location. It wanted you to go for Kara, so it could buy time to erase Lena’s mind.”

“You should’ve made me! You’re the grown-up! You’re the director of the DEO, you’re the one who was supposed to know what to do!”

“Well, surprise, I didn’t!” Alex raises her voice a little, and Kelly holds her arms like telling her to calm down. “I didn’t know what the hell was going on and my sister wasn’t answering. So when that alien gave you Kara’s location, I wanted you to go for her. There was no way for me to know what was really happening so you can’t-you just can’t blame me for this.”

“Lucky for you, I don’t blame anyone but myself.” You turn around, going back to your computer. “I see you didn’t come to help, so you can make your way out. If you're looking for confirmation, there, you have it. It’s not your fault.”

“Honey.” Kelly says in the most condescending tone you’ve ever heard, and you hold your breath and close your fist trying to hold the anger inside. “It’s not your fault either. You were tricked, like everyone else. Alex was tricked by fake Brainy, me and Jamie got tricked by fake Alex. We all got tricked too. You can’t blame yourself for that.”

“And you don’t blame me?” You turn to them again, narrowing your eyes. “None of you blame me for this?”

“Of course not!”

“No, not at all!”

“That’s funny.” But you’re not laughing. “Would you still not blame me if Jamie couldn’t remember you? What if I were too late to save her too? What if right now your daughter didn’t know any of you? Are you sure the speech would still be the same or would you be here helping me find out the fucking solution for this nightmare I’m living? Huh?”

They blink at you. No words come for a few seconds where they just drink your words in like Kara did. You don’t have time to waste on this.

“Get out. And tell Kara to stop sending people that can’t help me.” You turn around again. They sigh and leave, defeated.

And you go on. Alone with your sick and raging mind. You have no sense of time anymore. It could be minutes since they left, hours, days. You wouldn’t know.

You look at the device ready in front of you. Run the numbers on the computer again. This looks good, it looks like it could work now.

“This is my tenth try on the memory recovery. I have changed the programing on the original alien mind wiper.” You breathe deep, recording yourself. “I’ll use my memory wiper to forget something stupid, then I’ll try to fish that memory back with the memory recovery. I’ll forget my school’s principal’s name, so I guess goodbye Mrs. Goodwin. Here goes nothing.”

You use your memory wiper on yourself.

“Ok, I forgot whatever her name is. Let’s try fishing that memory back now.” You grab the metal halo thing you took on the alien’s hiding spot and put it on your head. “Ok, the principal of my school is called-” You think and think. You go back to every moment you were face to face with her, every time you got called at her office. “I don’t know.”

You yank the halo out of your head, and drop on your knees, crying.

“I don’t know!”

It doesn’t work, nothing works. Nothing you do is enough!

“I DON’T FUCKING KNOW!” You yell, punching the chair out of your way, and it just rolls to the other end of the lab, falling loudly.

You didn’t save her soon enough. You didn’t stop them before they harmed her, and you don’t fucking care they are dead, they still won. Your mom doesn’t remember you; they have won. You’re alive, having to deal with this shit. Having to deal with the fact that you’re not enough. Not enough of a superhero, not enough of a scientist.

You’re weeping on the floor. So incredibly heavy-hearted and alone. And you’re also so mad. So freaking furious with the world. How dare it come for your family? How dare the world keep throwing drama and trauma on your back all the damn time? It doesn’t even give you a chance to breathe, before sending more fucking ass suffering your way.

How dare National City depend on your family so much? Why can’t they save themselves? Why can't heroes catch a break? Is this a legal thing? Was it a contract you signed without being aware? Why. Can’t. You. Just. Be. Happy?

You don’t even see it happening, you’re too drained and reliving your own nightmare to notice. But Kara walks in the lab, sits on the floor, picks you up gently and wraps you up in her arms, wordless. You just stay there, sobbing mercifully on her shirt, while she strokes your hair gently and says something you can’t make out because of how loud your thoughts and words of accusation for yourself are.

“It was not your fault. It was not your doing.” You finally make out what Kara has been repeating like a mantra to you.

“Mommy. I want her back.” You sob and Kara kisses your head gently.

“I know, little one. I want her back too.” You look at Kara, and all the pain in her face. Pain that you helped add up, by the way. “But I want you back first, my love. I want you so much more.”

“I’m sorry I said I shouldn’t have gone for you first.” You stop clinging to her so you can raise your hand to her face and clean her tears. “I did what my heart told me to, and I’m not sorry for it.”

Kara kisses your hand and smiles softly at you.

“I know what you’re feeling, because if presented with the same situation I would have done exactly what you did. And I would be here feeling guilty and mad at the world.” Kara says, holding your face with both hands.“So I can’t judge you for feeling like this. All I can do, my baby, is tell you no one else thinks this is your fault. No one is going to blame you if you just go home and sleep, before coming back here again and keep going. And no one is going to say no to help you, because we all want Lena back as fast as possible.” Kara’s breath shudders out , like her heart is on your hands. “So please, my heart, please come home with mommy and sleep this through, and tomorrow I promise I’ll do no objection for you to come back to work. In fact, I’ll come back and help you if you want.”

“I don’t think I can fly right now. Will you please take me home?” You ask softly and Kara smiles at you, kissing your forehead as a response. She picks you up, walking out of the lab. She turns off the lights and closes the door.

And you close your eyes and wait.

You thought if you left the lab without a solution the world would instantly burn down and destroy you. But instead, you feel the wind on your hair. You hear the world's sounds. Smell Kara’s perfume, mixed with sunshine and that perfect familiar scent of home.

You open your eyes to see that the world is still the same. That you’re not going to be punished for not having a solution right away and even before Kara lands in the backyard, you’re sleeping this nightmare away. You can go back to fighting the world when you wake up.

Notes:

Thanks @yvonkayvonki for the idea of the kid fighting with Kara. I thought it made sense for her to be so angry after the fight she would take it on the world, STILL broke my heart though.

[helloprettybb]

captain idiot

i found this in my drafts mostly complete so i finished the end and changed a little of the beginning. so if it seems a little rough, that’s because it is.

pairing: steve rogers x reader

description: steve is bad with feelings...

warnings: general angst but happy ending, cursing i think

word count: 2.4k

It’s the day you’ve dreamed about since you joined the Avengers and you’ve never wanted it to end quicker. It was actually a good day and when Steve told you he wanted to talk alone, you thought it would be even better.

You were worried you were reading into the quick touches or lingering gazes too much. But this basically confirmed he felt the same. Oh, how ignorant you were.

“So, what do you want to talk about?” you ask, trying to contain your excitement. You bite the inside of your lip to prevent the giddy smile from forming. Sitting beside him in the common room, you force your leg still as you wait for him to speak.

You’ve had a massive crush on Steve ever since you joined the team. Actually, you liked him even before that, when you saw him on TV for the first time. You were only sixteen at the time, but seeing people like you saving New York inspired you. All of your life, you’ve been ostracized and cast out for your abilities. While your parents tried to be supportive, they still held some fear. You don’t blame them, especially after you accidentally split the house in half with a tree.

You were only seventeen when you first met Fury. He offered a position on the team. You wanted to attend college, so you declined, but you kept in touch. After graduating from university three years later, you decided to join the team. Tensions between the team were high as Steve, Natasha and Sam just rejoined the team and the Accords were dropped. But gradually, strain eased and the team seemed back to normal. Tony started talking to Steve and Bucky even joined the group. Everyone lived in harmony, until today.

“I don’t know how to say this, so I’ll just be blunt.” Steve states his intense eye contact piercing into your soul. “I like you. More than just a friend.”

You try to remain calm, but you can feel the childish joy rise in your chest. Steadying your tone, you reply, “I like you, too.” For some reason, Steve doesn’t smile but looks more serious.

He sighs and asserts, “I was afraid you’d say that.” Your small smile immediately drops.

“What?” you ask, filled with confusion. He just confessed that he liked you, yet he doesn’t want you to like him back.

Steve sighs and explains, “Look, I really like you, but we can’t be together.”

Knitting your eyebrows together, you ask, “Why not?” Anger’s rising in your voice and you’re grateful it isn’t sadness. You don’t want Steve to know how much he hurt you.

“_______, I’m over a hundred years old.” Steve reasons. His serious demeanor drops and you’d feel sympathetic if you weren’t so angry. Behind Steve’s shoulder, you see vines emerge from the corner plant’s soil. Fuck.

“I’m twenty-four!” you exclaim.

“It’s not just that,” he says and you stand up, attempting to leave before destroying the compound.

Steve stands up and follows you out of the common room. You can’t outwalk Steve, so he’s barely behind you. You look down and see vines slowly sprouting through the floorboards. Steve doesn’t seem to notice as he continues, “If we broke up, it would affect working together.”

You try to tune out Steve’s voice in an attempt to calm yourself down, but the more he talks, the angrier you get. You finally reached the residential area, but unfortunately, your room is one of the farthest down the hall. “Steve, just leave me alone!” you exclaim, not even turning to face him.

Steve continues walking and pleads, “I’m sorry, _______. I just need you to understand why we can’t be together.”

You’re halfway down the hall and you bitterly reply, “Oh, I understand perfectly.” You keep walking, but you don’t hear Steve’s footsteps. At first, you think that he finally listened and decided to leave you alone, but looking down you see thick, green vines on the floor. Turning toward Steve for the first time, you see that his body is bound and the vines are constricting his body. A feeling of deja vu rushes over you. You’ve been here before and it didn’t end well. With a wave of your hand, you cause the vines to fall and release him. Before he could follow you anymore, you open your bedroom door and slam it shut.

-

“Steve, you need to talk to her.” Natasha picks up a drooping flower. “All the plants are dead.”

It’s been four days since the incident. You’ve barricaded yourself in your room, isolating yourself from everyone. Steve didn’t tell anyone, but when the plants started dying rapidly, people had some questions.

“What happened to the geraniums?” Bucky brings up the afternoon after the fight. The formerly bright pink geraniums look yellow and shriveled. Steve grips his fork tightly as his jaw clenches involuntarily. He could’ve sworn he saw Natasha give him the side-eye.

“Yeah and the weeping fig is looking a little sad, too.” Wanda points out. The once tall, healthy plant leans toward the ground and resembles its name. “Hey, has anyone seen _______?” Wanda adds. Everyone recounts their day and realizes they haven’t seen you at all. Steve keeps his head down to avoid any interrogation, but in a room full of enhanced beings and super-soldiers, it’s impossible.

“You’ve been awfully quiet, Steve.” Natasha states, implying that she knows more than she lets on.

“I haven’t seen her.” Steve says in his best captain for to cover his shiftiness. He stands from the table and subtly escapes the situation. As he leaves the kitchen, Steve could feel Natasha’s eyes burning into his back.

He reaches the residential area and he knows he should walk over to your room. In fact, he gets within five steps before ditching the idea altogether. Before he walks away, Steve takes one last glance at the door which is covered in dark, twisted vines, similar to the ones that nearly strangled him. Turning around, he walks back to his room and closes the door.

-

Everyone tries to talk to Steve, seeing as you aren’t leaving your room, but it proves futile when he starts to withdraw from the group, too.

“This is getting ridiculous,” Bucky says, pounding his coffee mug on the table during one breakfast that neither had you or Steve. Wanda jumps a little, startled by Bucky’s abrupt tone and hard hit on the table.

“I know, but what can we do about it?” Wanda questions.

“What can we do about it?” Bucky repeats, too much contempt in his voice for it being so early, “We can talk to him about it.”

“We already tried that,” Natasha speaks for the first time, her voice cool and collected, a sharp contrast to Bucky’s.

“Well, we can do it again! I’m sick of this. He’s been pining for her since she joined the team. I don’t know what the hell is wrong with him,” Bucky complains angrily.

“If it’s any consolation, _______ feels the same way.” Wanda chimes in. Bucky raises an eyebrow, wondering how she knows. Wanda explains, “Her thoughts are not very subtle during meetings.”

“So basically, they both like each other but aren’t together,” Natasha concludes, and Wanda and Bucky nod. “Then, let’s get them together.”

“You say that like it’s easy. But Steve is a stubborn son of a bitch.”

“Yeah and _______’s barricaded herself in her room.” Wanda chimes in.

“Fine, then we’ll talk to Steve.” Natasha states. When no one says anything, she starts, “So...” Taking a slow sip from her mug, she finishes, “Who’s going to talk to captain idiot?”

-

Steve hears a knock on his door. Head popping up from his paperwork, which he’s metaphorically and literally buried himself in for the past six days, he tells F.R.I.D.A.Y to tell whoever it is that he’s busy.

After F.R.I.D.A.Y relays the message, Steve hears “Bullshit.” He’d recognize that voice anywhere.

“Bucky?” he asks. Steve gets up and opens the door himself. “What are you doing here?”

“Are you serious, Steve?” Bucky asks. Steve stares dumbly back at him. Bucky glides past him and Steve steps aside. “Your room looks like shit,”

Steve rolls his eyes, “Did you come here just to insult my room?”

“No, I’m here to talk about _______.” Bucky says. Steve’s heart drops. He’s been tearing himself apart about the whole situation and the only times you don’t dominate his mind is when he’s working.

“I don’t want to talk about her.” Steve says plainly, although he knows it won’t stop Bucky.

“Don’t care. You need to grow the fuck up and see her.” Bucky says bluntly.

“Why?”

“Are you serious, Steve? She’s fucking heartbroken. Trapped in her room and you did this to her-”

“I didn’t mean to!” Steve argues back. Bucky stays silent, allowing Steve to continue. “I never wanted her to fall for me. I thought that if I confessed, she would reject me and let me move on. But when she reciprocated I didn’t know what to do.”

Bucky shakes his head, disappointed at his idiotic friend. “Well…” he sighs, “You gotta do something, man. She’s locked herself in the room and hasn’t come out in a week. We’re all concerned about her.”

Bucky waits for Steve to say something, but when he doesn’t, he simply shakes his head and leaves, muttering quietly.

Steve feels bad. Well, he feels more than bad. He feels fucking terrible. He never meant for it to be this… damaging. Steve thought that confessing would help himself but he never took into account your feelings. It seems he has to take Bucky’s advice and grow the fuck up.

-

There’s a light knock on your door for the first time in a week. You lift your head from your bed, which is now covered in crushed, dead leaves. “What do you want?” you call out.

“I want to talk,” It’s Steve.

“I don’t want to,” you reply.

“I know, so you don’t have to. Please, ______. Just listen to what I gotta say and you can ignore me for the rest of your life.” he pleads. You sigh, casually motioning toward the door and signaling a branch to open the door.

Steve walks in and sees you curled up in your bed with your back to him. He closes the door behind him and starts to speak, “I’m sorry. I know that’s not enough and definitely too late, but if you ignore everything I say, I just want you to know that I’m sorry.”

You don’t say anything so Steve takes it as a good sign. He continues, “I didn’t mean to hurt you. I care about you so much, but I was scared about what a relationship could mean. Not just because of the age difference or the power dynamic, but what it could mean for us. I don’t want to lose you.” He tried to be clear, but his scattered brain turned his articulate speech into a jumble of excuses.

“______?” he moves toward you and when no branches try to stop him, he continues. He reaches your bed and becomes concerned that you’re not speaking.. “Doll, talk to me please.”

You turn toward him and his heart breaks at the sight. Your eyes are red and your cheeks are stained with tears. He instinctively pulls you into a hug and you just about fall into him. You sob into his chest and he doesn’t say anything. Steve smoothes his hand up and down your back, trying to calm you down. It helps and your breathing starts to even out. When you feel like you’re able to speak, you move away to face him.

“I don’t know why I’m so upset, I just-” you try to speak but feel another wave of sadness his you. Steve brings you back to his chest and you cry some more.

“It’s okay, take your time.” Steve assures you. Fuck, you should be mad at him. But all your anger washes away as you let everything out.

Once you finish crying, you pull away to talk again. “There was this one guy in high school. I really liked him and I thought he liked me back.” You start and a warm feeling forms in your chest when you see that Steve is intently listening. “I told him how I felt and he said he felt the same. But then,” You start to get choked up again and Steve rubs your arm soothingly.

“But he said that he can’t be with me because I’m too dangerous. I guess he was right because, well I was furious. Steve,” You look at him with pleading eyes, “You gotta understand, I was barely 16 when this happened. I was just a kid.”

You start to ramble and Steve tells you, “_______, no matter what happened, I’ll still care about you. Promise, nothing can change how I feel about you,”

You let out a shaky breath, “When he got up to leave, some of my vines caught his leg. I could barely control this,” You gesture to your room of overgrown foliage. “Back then. Sowhen I tried to release him, more vines started to trap him. I’ll never forget him yelling. Begging me to stop, but I couldn’t, Steve. I couldn’t control my emotions and I couldn’t control my powers.”

Tears start streaming down your face again, “He was right, Steve. I was too dangerous. I’ll always be.”

He hugs you again before you could finish that thought. “No, no, no.” Steve whispers in your ear. “Honey, you’re not dangerous. He was wrong, _______.” He looks you in the eye. “You’ll never have to feel like that ever again.”

“Promise?” you ask weakly.

“I promise.” he says, “Nothing can make me stop loving you.”

[dracowars]

Hiii can I request an imagine where Draco and the reader are old now and they work together (healers,maybe) but Draco used to bully her and be rude to her during Hogwarts years but she’s like this total badass now and he apologizes to her .

heal me | draco malfoy

pairing: healer!draco x healer!reader

word count: 2,7k

summary: where y/n has to work with the person she hates the most

a/n: paragraphs completely written in italics are flashbacks! i hope you enjoy it <3

warnings: angst, cursing, mentions of blood

universe: harry potter

"Don't worry. Tomorrow everything will be fine again", you explain to the younger patient and his parents while taking notes on your clipboard. "Thank you for helping our son", his parents thank you before you get up and leave the room with them, the little boy already much happier than a few minutes ago when his parents brought him here.

At the reception they wave their goodbyes at you and you have a short chat with one of the assistants before you make your way to the laboratory where you have to get new Skele-Gro. Entering the laboratory you immediately go to one of the cupboards in which all kinds of potions and medicines are located and search for the Skele-Gro.

At first you do not even notice that you are not alone in the room and quietly swear to yourself when you just cannot find the medicine. A low chuckle sounds to your right and you flinch in shock, turning around only to see the one person you actually prefer to avoid at all times.

Draco Malfoy.

The son of one of the richest and most influential pure-blood families, the Malfoys, the biggest asshole at Hogwarts back then and now unfortunarely also your colleague at the St.-Mungo-Hospital.

On your first day here you were so happy to finally be able to fulfill your dream and leave your past behind you. You were finally away from Hogwarts, the place where so many terrible things happened and you could finally live a normal wizard's life. At least that is what you thought.

Until the very moment you ran into Draco on your first day. And not as a patient, no. He was also dressed in the green smock with the sewn on crest of a crossed wand and bone. The one boy that made your life at Hogwarts a living hell every single day was also working as a healer now. Just like you.

Rolling your eyes, you turn away from him and continue searching for your potion, ignoring the fact that you have to endure his presence. "Can I somehow help you?", his voice suddenly sounds close to your ear and you let out a startled gasp. "No, thank you. I do not need your help. I can manage this quite well on my own", you hiss at him, giving him a look that could kill. His hands shoot up in the air in defense and he takes a step back. "Okay, okay! No need to snap at me like that", he claims offendedly, crossing his arms over his chest.

Nevertheless you notice his gaze on you while you keep searching around in the cupboard and you begin to feel really uncomfortable. Why can't he just leave you alone? You have been working at the hospital together for several months and until now you kept your conversations to a certain extent only if it was related to your work. But otherwise you do not exchange a word with him. Because you do not need or want to.

"What?", you scoff, turning around to face him again, a slick smirk on his lips that makes the blood in your veins boil. "Nothing", he shrugs nonchalantly, keeping his gaze focused on you. "Do you not have anything better to do than annoy me, Malfoy? Do you not need to rescue some lifes?", you confront him, keeping your posture as you give him your most annoyed expression.

"I have my break right now."

"And then you sneak around in the laboratory?"

"Yeah."

"What about you leave me alone and let me do my work?"

"What about no?"

"Merlin, you are annoying the hell out of me right now", you sigh while massaging your temples with your fingertips.

"Sorry that I am alive", he replys with a shake of his head, causing you to stop what you are doing in an instant. Alive.

"You are a shame to Hogwarts, Y/L/N", his evil laugh rings in your ears as he forces you onto the ground, your books all over the cold floor. His goons kick them further through the corridor, destroying most of the books that your family spent so much money on. Quickly you get up on your feet again, your knees shaking in fear.

"Leave me alone!", you furiously yell at them which is why they pause for a moment before starting to laugh out loud. "Why are you even on this school if you are not even able to protect yourself, Y/N? No, wait. Let me put it differently. Why are you even alive?", he giggles and his friends join in, pointing their disgusting fingers at you in amusement.

Tears start pricking in your eyes as they keep laughing at you. Completely alone you just stand there and let them have their fun, your head hanging low. Draco withdraws his wand out of his pocket and points it onto one of your books. "Incendio", he conjures and your beloved book immediately catches on fire.

"You will be sorry for that!"

"Uhm, hello? Y/N? Are you still there?", Draco waves his hand in front of your face and you blink a few times before slapping his hand away angrily. "Get away from me!", you tell him off and bring distance between both of you. With a confused expression on his face, he looks at you as if you have gone completely crazy. "Bad day?", he asks, wanting to seem sorry for you. He did not feel sorry for you. Not now, not then, never.

"I do not have a bad day. I just hate you profoundly and do not want you in my life, Malfoy", you explain with no emotion in your voice and shut the cupboard close loudly, making him flinch. With these last words you leave the room, even though you did not succeed in finding the potion, and slam the door shut behind you. Why are you the one being punished again?

Taking a long deep breath, you look down the empty corridors, straighten your uniform and set off to pursue your job. The one and only thing that can distract you now. Unfortunately, you do not get very far, not even out of the corridor, when you abruptly feel a firm grip on your wrist and get pulled back roughly. "Y/N! Wait-"

"What the hell, Draco?!", you yell and only get angrier when he does not let go of you and you have to free your hand from his grip. "What do you want from me?! Have you not done enough damage already?", you angrily bark at him, but he just sadly looks down at his feet. He lets you shout at him how much you want without uttering a single word. You stand in front of him, angry and breathing heavily. He has never seen you like this before.

For him you always seemed so strong and invulnerable, but now he sees your real self and how much he and his actions broke you. He has been watching you for all these months and how you thrive in your job as a healer. You were so strong and helpful and kind. He made many mistakes back at Hogwarts and he perfectly knows it. But he had enough time to rethink what he has done. The guilt has eaten him up as he never had the opportunity to apologize.

Yes, he did terrible things. He not only bullied a lot of students, but also doomed the headmaster to death and had to join the Death Eaters. Something he never wanted to. Just as he did not want you to hate him this much. He cannot explain why he did what he did when he actually liked you back then and probably still does. He loved how you would always run around with your books, how you would twirl a strand of hair around your finger when you were concentrating in potions or how you would speak up to tell the teachers every answer.

He knows what he did was wrong. But he lacks the words and also the courage to explain it to you. You would not understand him anyway and would loathe him even more.

"We are grown up now, Y/N. Can we not just forget what happened?", Draco pleads, but your reaction immediately makes him realize that he has chosen the absolute wrong words.

"Oh, so that is how it works for you Malfoys, huh? Great, when you are that grown up as you say, then why don't you just act like that and keep your distance from me, you damn asshole!", you scream out loudly and at this point you do not even care anymore if anyone else hears you. This man just makes you so incredibly angry when he thinks everything can be clarified with a few words.

"Listen to me, Y/N", Draco tries again, but you shake your head in disbelief. "You know what? I really thought I could not hate you any more. But I was wrong", you huff, turning around on your heel to finally get rid of him.

"I let you yell at me, why don't you let me explain it?", he desperately reminds you, his eyes basically begging you to give him a chance. "Do you really think that you can ever make amends for what you have do-", you start scolding him again, but get interrupted all of a sudden when you hear a very loud noise. The noise that an emergency patient has just been delivered.

Without wasting time you sprint off and towards the energency room, Draco following closely behind you. You spot how a man is being pushed through the corridor on a lounger in front of you right away and quickly run there to help.

"Oh! Good that you are here, Y/N!"

"What happened?"

"Serious Quidditch accident. He was badly battered by a bludger. Several broken bones and high blood loss."

"Take him to the treatment room immediately!", you command and you bring the injured player there together. Groaning in pain you lift him onto the hospital bed and you do everything possible to put an end to his pain. "Quick! We need some Calming Draught", you state and look around, but only a few seconds after your utterance the potion you asked for is already laid in your hand by no other than Draco, who has apparently thought ahead. You quietly thank him under your breath and give the patient the medicine so that he calms down.

Injuries in the wizarding world are often quick to heal, but there is still a lot of pain associated with them. That is why you do everything to make your patients feel better as fast as possible. "We should stop the bleeding from his wounds", Draco suggests while you are busy pulling out your wand.

"We need Blood-Replenishing Potion", you say at the exact same time as Draco and look at each other a little bit shocked. You turn back to the patient and continue to calm him down. You point the tip of your wand at his torso and cast a spell to to mend his broken bones.

"Brackium Emendo", you mumble and the spell works instantly, taking away most of the patient's pain. Just to be on the safe side, you also use Ferula to spare his newly generated bones while Draco is already holding out the Blood-Replenishing Potion to you. You take it and use it on the man, the other healers at your side to explain the next steps to the poor man.

After you have successfully healed him, you leave the room and let the other healers take care of the rest. Treating an emergency patient is always exciting but scary because you never know what to expect.

And what you also did not expect is that Draco follows you again and stops you by shouting your name. You heavily exhale and collect your thoughts before you turn to face him. "What is it now?", you ask, visibly annoyed.

"You did a really good job back there", he smiles, pointing behind him to the room you just left. Suspiciously, you look at him and raise your eyebrow. Then you sigh, putting your hands on your hips.

"Thanks. You were not bad either", you compliment him which he seems to be quite surprised about because his eyes widen for a moment. He smiles uncertainly to show you his gratitude and then scratches his neck in embarrassment. "So.. About earlier.."

"Draco. I really do not want to hear anything about it anymore."

"Please, Y/N. Just give me this one chance. At least let me explain! Afterwards you can still hate me as much you want to", he persuades you intensely.

"You have five minutes", you finally give in and drag him into an empty corridor to prevent anyone else hearing you. "I am listening."

"I know my behavior was wrong back then and I want to deeply apologize to you for that. It was not okay to destroy your supplies, to make fun of you, or to harm you physically and mentally. I just- I did not know how to deal with my.. feelings and the best way to get rid of those wrong feelings seemed to be to bully you. I have done terrible things, Y/N. And yet this is the reason why I cannot sleep at night. Because I am so sorry for everything and I know that you will never forgive me", he explains to you honestly, in a heartbreaking voice and although you try your best to fight against it, tears brimming into your eyes.

"I was in love with you, Y/N. Well, I still am", Draco suddenly admits and you could swear that - against your will and common sense - your heart just stopped beating for a moment.

Because what Draco does not know is that you actually had feelings for him as well. But that was before he even started any of this, when he was still watching you across the Great Hall and you would catch him staring. From one day to another he destroyed your hopes and suddenly started bullying you. It got worse day by day until your feelings for him turned from love to pure hate.

You loved each other, but one did not know about the other's mutual feeling and vice versa. And so two people hurt each other even though they were in love.

"D-Draco- I don't know what to say", you stutter out and do not dare to look at him, in fear that you will give in immediately.

"You do not have to say anything. Thank you for listening to me. I am sorry", he softly smiles, a comforting and especially real one, and lowers his head in defeat.

"It is really not easy for me either, Draco", you sigh, blinking your tears away. "I am not sure if I can ever forget what you did to me."

Draco nods dejectedly, understanding and accepting your decision. After all, he cannot forgive himself for what he did either.

"But I am ready to forgive you", you add and Draco's head shoots up immediately, locking eyes with you, not sure if he heard you correctly. "As you said: we have grown up and that means we can also learn to forgive", you give him a gentle smile.

A big and thankful smile spreads over his facial features. "I love you so much, Y/N. No- Not like that.. Well actually..", he babbles to himself. You gently put your hand on his shoulder to calm him down a bit, suppressing a giggle.

"Don't worry. I will see you later, alright?", you grin and and pat his shoulder softly.

"Y-Yes! Of course", he answers, not quite sure what to do with himself. He feels such an incredible joy inside of him, but just as strongly he feels fear. The fear that he might screw it up again.

While he is still deep in thought, you walk backwards and away from him. When he notices that you are retreating, he briefly shakes his head to get back to the here and now. "Thank you!", he calls after you, unable to move.

"See you later", you wave before you turn around and disappear into the next corridor, your heart almost jumping out of your chest.

Maybe this is the beginning of something new, of something more. The next chapter in your life.

A restart.

[slythergirlimagines]

Don’t Call Me Princess Part 1- Zuko x Reader

Summary: Reader and Zuko can’t stand each other, so when they are forced to share a room, chaos ensues. Lots of angst and fluff! (GIF Not mine!! Please someone tag me in some Zuko gifs I’m struggling to find them) masterlist

  Words: 2,470              Requested: Yes. I combined the requests for enemies to lovers and bedsharing

          Don’t Call Me Princess- Part 1

  You were exhausted. The past three days had been hell for you. The Gaang had gone to try and free a village from Fire Nation occupation, but it hadn’t gone half as smoothly as you’d planned. You’d been kidnapped halfway through, but luckily you were rescued before any harm came to you. It was who rescued you that was the problem.

  Ever since he had switched sides and joined forces with Aang, Prince Zuko had been a thorn in your side. He was moody, antagonistic, and you were always fighting with him. He was so infuriating and always trying to get a rise out of you. Zuko had been the one to save you, and he hadn’t let you forget it.

   “You know if you wanted my attention Princess, you didn’t have to go and get yourself kidnapped. Coulda just said so.” He had smirked when he’d found you. You would’ve decked him if you could’ve, but of course he made sure to mess with you when you were tied up.

   “Get me out of here Zuko.” You’d demanded.

   “I don’t know... I kinda like where you are.” You hated how the look he gave you made your stomach flip. Obviously it was your body trying to vomit.

    “Get. Me. Out.” You had gritted your teeth.

   “Sure thing princess.”

   “Don’t. Call. Me. PRINCESS!” You had shrieked.

   Zuko had called you princess from the moment he joined the team. He was always degrading you like that, and it made you want to throttle him.

   You and Zuko managed to get out safely, and the Gaang freed the village. What should have been a victory for you was tainted by Zuko, who hadn’t shut up about saving you since it happened.

  Currently, you were discussing where to go from there. None of you particularly wanted to camp after this experience. It was Katara who brought up the idea of taking a break. Toph had managed to scam you guys some money, and you had just enough to afford to stay somewhere and relax for a few days.

   “Like a vacation?” Sokka asks excitedly, Toph nodding in agreement.

  “Yeah, I think it could do us all some good.” Katara says, fingers combing through her thick dark hair.

    Everyone sits digesting this idea for a while.

   “So where do we go?” Aang asks. It surprises you that Aang actually wants to take a few days off. In the beginning he had acted his age, but the longer you all had spent on the road, the more dedicated to the cause Aang had become.

  “We’re close enough to Hépíng.” Zuko says. “It’s a city of peace and relaxation. Maybe princess can avoid trouble there.”

   “Shut up Zuko!” You snap before you can control yourself. You know this is what he wants, but you can’t help it when he goads you like that.

  “I get it ok? You saved me. What do you want from me?” You cry.

   “How about some gratitude?” He snapped back. “I’m always having to save your ass from something, and all you do is sit around and pout.”

    “What?!” You demand. White hot rage flows through you. If you were a firebender you knew you’d be on fire.

    “Just last week the Sea Monster knocked you off the boat, and I had to go get you. Then a few weeks before that, you were being nice to that man who tried to take you. Had to get you out of that one. And then there was that time-“ Zuko counts on his fingers.

    “Enough!” You cut him off. He’s made you so mad that you’re shaking. “Newsflash Zuko, I didn’t need your help any of those times! I had them all handled. It’s not my fault you decide to prematurely step in!” You screech.

    “Didn’t need my help?!” He says back. His amber eyes flash defiantly, and he balls his hands into fists. “Princess, please tell me what you would have done if I hadn’t stepped in any of those times!”

    “What do you want an essay detailing my plans? I would have thought of something, you just never give me the chance!” You seethe.

    “Right. Ok, sure.” Zuko says.

   “What’s that supposed to mean?” You’re heaving now. Your fingers itch to slap him, maybe strangle him. You think that would feel really cathartic.

   “You want to know what I mean? You really want to know?” He snaps.

    So far everyone else has remained silent. They had learned early on to just let you and Zuko fight it out. If your fights were deadly against each other, you were even worse when you teamed up against one of them. Now they look uncomfortable, eyes darting between you two.

   “Guy, maybe you shouldn’t....” Aang starts.

   “No, let him say it Aang! I want to hear it.” You cross your arms and jut out your chin in defiance.

   “Guys really...”

  “Stay out of this Aang!” You both snap at the same time.

   Zuko whips his head angrily back at you, locks of raven hair falling into his eyes.

   “You know what I really think? I think you’re the most incapable person here!” Zuko snaps. “You’re always making stupid decisions that jeopardize not only yourself, but every one else on this team!”

    His words hurt a lot more than they should. You and Zuko had fought every day, but never before had he said something so cruel to you. Angry tears well up in your eyes.

   “You know what? Fine, maybe you’re right. Maybe I’m incapable and incompetent, but at least I’ve never intentionally done anything to harm this team. At least my nation isn’t destroying everything it touches, and oh yeah, at least my father isn’t behind it all!”

   You’ve never said something so cruel either. You almost regret saying it, when you see hurt flash on Zuko’s face. Your eyes linger on his scar, the brutal reminder of his monster of a father. Zuko’s face falls, but then it solidifies into an even angrier expression. He opens his mouth to say something even worse, before Aang cuts him off.

   “ENOUGH!” He yells. “All you guys do is fight and I’ve had it! You guys are so unnecessarily mean to each other it’s ridiculous! We’re a team. We only work when we’re supporting each other. What is wrong with you two?!”

   Aang’s face is red and his chest is heaving. You’ve only ever seen him so torn up once. You clench your jaw and look away as you blink back the tears.

   “We’re taking a much needed break, ok? Can’t you guys just be civil for a few days. Please?” Aang pleads.

   Neither you nor Zuko says anything, and the silence hangs heavy for several moments. It feels like another challenge to see who folds first. Finally, you decide to be the mature one since Zuko clearly won’t

  “Fine.” You say. “I’ll be civil. As long as he says the hell away from me!” You stand up and stomp off to the furthest corner of Appa’s saddle.

  “Couldn’t agree more.” You hear him snark back.

   You hear Aang heave a long sigh, and Katara mutter something to him. Slowly, they resume a conversation about travel plans while you sit and mope.

   Zuko somehow always knew your biggest insecurities, and knew exactly how to strike at them. You had always felt like a burden to the team. You weren’t a bender, and truthfully you weren’t a skilled fighter either. You didn’t really know why they kept you around, and it haunted you enough without Zuko reminding you every five seconds.

   Subtly, you turn your head and watch the team interact. Even Zuko had rejoined the conversation. They were fine without you, you noted sadly. Maybe Zuko was right.

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   Hépíng is a gorgeous city. It lives up to its reputation of peace. The city is flooded with tourists, and it makes it easier for you all to blend in. Zuko is vaguely familiar with this place, and leads you to the strip of land where all of the Inns are.

    Sokka and you are the least recognizable of the group, so you briefly play rock, paper, scissors to determine who has to go book your rooms. You know Sokka always picks rock, so you go with paper. Sokka grumbles all the way into the Inn.

   It takes him what feels like hours to come back out. He looks grim, and you feel your heart drop. You had just gotten excited about having a break from Zuko, you didn’t want to have to jump right back into saving the world.  

   “Ok so here’s the thing.” Sokka says, “I got us rooms, but there can only be two people in a room. So we’re going to have to split up.”

   “Ok so what?” You ask, shrugging. You didn’t get why this was such a big deal.

   “Because one of us is going to be unfortunate enough to share a room with you.” Zuko says, rolling his eyes. “Princess.” He narrows his amber eyes and smirks. 

  “That’s it!”

   You’re about to start throwing punches when Sokka ends it.

   “You know what?” He says. “I’ve made up my mind. Aang and I will share, and Katara and Toph will share. You two” he says pointing between you and Zuko, “are going to work out your problems. Now is the perfect time to do it.”

   You can feel the color draining from your face.

   “What?” Zuko asks at the same time you give an emphatic “No!”

   “Does anyone object to that arrangement?” Sokka asks.

   You and Zuko both raise your hands, but nobody else does.

   “Come on guys it’ll be good for you.” Katara says. “You all have never gotten to properly bond, and the fighting has got to stop.”

   “This is absolutely ridiculous!” You say, stamping your foot.

    “You think you got the bad deal, Princess?” Zuko huffs. “If you’re so miserable go sleep on Appa.”

     “Shut the fu-“

    “Alright!” Sokka says, slapping his hands over Aang’s ears. “Let’s go find our rooms.”

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   The inn is nice and cozy inside, with a warm fire in the fire place. You used to love fire before you associated it with Zuko. Of course he had to ruin that for you.

   Sokka leads you past the tavern, and into a back hallway with five rooms. Katara and Toph take the first one. You manage to get a peek of the inside, a spacious room with two beds and what appeared to be a chair and tables. The room next to their is occupied, so Sokka leads you and Zuko to the end of the hall.

    “Our room is across from yours.” Sokka says, handing Zuko the key to your room. “Please don’t get us kicked out of here. We all need this.”

   “This was your brilliant idea, chief.” You snark at him, flipping your hair over your shoulder. “Any casualties are on you.”

     Zuko snatches the key and nods his agreement.

    “You’ve brought this on yourself, buddy.” Zuko says.

    Sokka slumps against the door frame as Aang throws open the door to their room.

   “Sokka look! These beds are great for jumping!” Aang says, using his bending to propel himself higher.

    Sokka’s face falls even further.

   “Gotta go.” He says, and slams the door behind him.

     You and Zuko are left standing in the hallway in tense silence.

    “Well? Aren’t you going to let us in?” You huff.

   Zuko rolls his eyes but unlocks the door. You purposely knock into his shoulder as you enter the room, causing him to stumble. You smile vindictively to yourself as you walk inside until you notice something’s wrong.

    “Um Zuko?” You say slowly. “Now is the only time I’ll tolerate you calling me dense. Am I hallucinating?” You say taking in the room.

     Zuko stiffens beside you as he also examines the room.

    “I really, really wish I could say yes.” He says.

    There’s a notable difference between your room and the others’ rooms. Where they had two beds, you only have one large bed.

    It takes a moment for either one of you to say something. Your horror is reflected on Zuko’s face as you turn to look at each other.

   “Sokka!” You yell, going over to pound on his door.

    “Sokka open up right now or Zuko is going to fry your ass!” You yell.

    “I’ll do it, Sokka.” Zuko threatens. It sounds more dangerous coming out of his mouth than yours.

    A bleary-eyed Sokka pushes open the door.

    “What are you guys-“ but before he can finish his sentence, you and Zuko are hauling him to your room to show him the offending bed.

    “Oh.” He says when he sees the bed. “They didn’t tell me that.”

    “You and Aang have to switch us!” You beg. “We can’t do it Sokka. You’re asking way too much.”

   “Yeah what kind of vacation is this?” Zuko demands. “Just let us switch rooms, we’ll get over sharing if we have our own beds.”

    “Yeah! You won’t hear a peep out of us the rest of the week.” You add on.

    Sokka shakes his head.

   “Nuh uh. No way. You’re just going to have to deal with it. Share it, sleep on the floor, I don’t really care. I don’t want to hear from either of you for the rest of the day.” He says. He turns to leave and then stops. 

   “How about we make a deal?” Sokka says turning completely back around.

   “Anything!” You beg. 

   “Sokka please man.” Zuko says.

   A huge grin splits Sokka’s face nearly in two. You don’t like the expression on his face one bit.

  “Aang and I will switch you rooms, if you can go the first three days without fighting.” You open your mouth to protest, before Sokka shushes you. “Not one fight. You’re going to spend three days together. You are going to work out your issues, and then, if you manage to do that, Aang and I will switch for the remainder of our vacation. Can you do that?”

  You make eye contact with Zuko, and try to read his expression. Sokka is asking for a lot. Three whole days of dealing with Zuko just to have four days of your own bed. Zuko’s eyes narrow at the challenge, and you find yourself mirroring him,

  “Deal.”

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Alright this one is kinda short but I needed a cliffhanger, and I need to get to fifteen now. Also, I had to write the ending of this in the car and it's difficult so I ended it where I did. Plus I love watching y'all squirm. SUFFER.

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Rafael hadn’t texted you back since you told him you didn’t care whether he believed you or not, maybe he had gotten the hint and decided to leave you alone. Why didn’t that make you feel any better? You knew what you had told Sonny was true; you couldn’t be in any kind of relationship with anyone but alcohol. 

You’d never admit it to Sonny since he was so proud of you lately, but the monster inside you may be present more than you let on. It wasn’t big things that set you off sometimes, sometimes it was just one bad grade on a test, or being lonely. 

You knew you needed to reach out to someone, anyone other than Sonny. Get some friends of your own, people you could talk to. But you were too ashamed of your problems and your life to ever approach anyone. Even when students in your class would ask you to go out with them after school, you’d always decline in fear of what you might do while you were out. You could keep yourself from having more than one drink on your own, but the social pressure of being around other people drinking made you just want to keep going. And you knew where that led. Where it always led. 

You had kept the monster at bay for so long, it was exhausting most days. And now that you had fed it and let it loose, you were too tired to even try and reign it back in. So here you were, practically unable to move from being so sick from drinking fucking mouthwash rather than ride out your cravings. 

You looked up at the sky and began to pray for God to just take you right there and then, just so you would have to stop feeling like this. Not just physically ill, but completely devastated and heartbroken that the one time you had ever opened yourself to someone, opened yourself to love, the monster inside you killed it. Just like it killed everything. Now you just wanted it to kill you. You were just about to grab some pure rubbing alcohol from under your bathroom sink to drink, you knew it was lethal if you drank about a capful. You had it up to your lips when you heard a banging on your front door.

“Y/N! Y/N open this door!” 

Were you still that fucked up or was that actually Rafael banging on your door? No, it couldn’t be. Could it? You decided it was worth at least checking, if you had hallucinated it you could always come back to the bathroom. You forced yourself to stand up and hobbled towards your front door, still afraid to open it. If it really was him, you didn’t want him to see you like this. Your t-shirt was covered in bright green vomit stains, your hair was messy from puking, your hadn’t checked but you figured your face was probably disgusting. 

“...I’m not home!” The words came out before your sense kicked in to tell you that was literally the most idiotic thing you could say. Clearly he’d know you were fucked up now.

“I’m not kidding! I’ll break down this door, I swear to God,” His voice was angrier than you’d ever heard him. Well, that wasn’t saying much considering you hadn’t known him that long but still. 

“Uh...okay, just a second!” You called nervously, doing your best to quickly change your shirt and fix your hair. 

You grabbed a semi clean t-shirt laying on your couch and threw your hair up in a messy ponytail, wiping the dried vomit and drool from your face. You glanced in the mirror, you looked messy but just messy enough you were pretty sure you could pull off “I’m emotionally destroyed because of you” not “I’m totally trashed and fucked in the head because of you,” You tried walking as straight as you could to the door and softly opened it a bit, not letting him inside.

“Hey…” You gave him a sheepish smile. Wait, weren’t you supposed to be mad at him? Don’t act nice now just because you’re trying to act sober. 

“I mean...that’s a pretty lively looking corpse there, counselor,” You smirked. 

“...What?” He raised an eyebrow.

“Weren’t you the one who said you’d never be caught dead in Jersey?” You smirked harder. Damn, even when you were on the verge of dying you were smooth.

“Let me in,” Rafael said flatly. 

“Uh, no,” You said mockingly. 

“Let me in,” He repeated more sternly. 

“Do you have a warrant?” You asked with an amused smile. 

“Dammit Y/N don’t make me shove this door open,” 

“Oh okay so now you’re threatening to break into my apartment? Why don’t you yell that a little louder, maybe my neighbor will call the cops,” You yelled at him while gesturing down the hall. 

“...Please let me in?” His voice lowered, his eyes softened. You were a sucker for those eyes, no matter how mad or worried about appearances you were.

“...Fine,” You sighed and released your hold on the door and walked away quickly to sit on the couch. You didn’t want him to realize you couldn’t stand without holding onto something. 

“Fuck, I knew it…” He muttered as he glanced around your apartment, then focused on you.

“Knew what?” You crossed your arms, playing it cool. 

“You’re drunk right now, aren’t you?” He looked at you pitifully, not livid like he was a minute ago. 

“What?” You kept your composure. “Uh, I’m sorry Rafael, do you see any empty bottles here? Any FULL bottles for that matter?” You gestured around your apartment while acting offended he would even think that.

“My dad was an alcoholic, Y/N,” He said softly which made you angrier, why was he doing this? 

“Um okay, so that has to do with me why--?”

“Tell me right now if I smelled your breath that it wouldn’t be overwhelmingly ‘clean’,” He talked over you.

“....What?” You blinked, trying desperately to act oblivious. 

Fuck, why did he know that was a thing? Well, obviously he just said it. If you weren’t so angry or out of your mind right now, you’d feel absolutely terrible for being like this around him now that you knew he’d been through this before.

“So it’s a crime to have dental hygiene now?” You smarmed.

“Dammit Y/N I know what you’re doing!” Now he was getting angry again, he couldn’t stand that you weren’t taking this seriously. He couldn’t stand watching another person he cared about completely shit faced in front of him, acting as if he was the one in the wrong. 

“And what am I doing, Rafael?”

“Sonny might be naïve, but I know what it looks like when an alcoholic is hiding their drinking!” He accused you.

“God dammit…” you muttered. 

So many things were buzzing in your head at that moment. One you now felt ashamed that he was seeing you like this, two you were upset that he knew all your tricks, and finally you were somewhat happy and hopeful that he cared enough to come for you. 

“Did you have an actual reason for coming over here, or did Sonny just send you to lecture me because he’s tired of doing it?”

“...Can you drink some coffee or something?” 

“What?” You furrowed your eyebrows. “Why?” 

“I can’t talk to you when you’re like this,” 

“What? Oh suddenly I must be out of my mind trashed because I’m mad at you? Guess what Barba, this is 100% snarky sober me,” You lied. 

“Mad at me?” He laughed. “Why in God’s name are you mad at me?!” 

“After the way you treated me--”

“The way I treated you?!” He cut you off angrily. “I treated you with nothing but caring and respect, Y/N. Even after you sat there in my apartment throwing a temper tantrum like a petulant drunken toddler!” 

“You--” You were livid at him calling you a toddler.

“Just because Sonny told you what I usually act like towards-- lovers, doesn’t make it true with you. Did I ever, ever act like you were some ‘conquest’?” He asked you.

“...No,” You bit your lip nervously.

“Did I ever make you feel cheap, or unwanted?”

“No…” You looked at the floor.

“Didn’t I tell you that you were different, that you meant something to me?”  He gave you a sad look, as if he was crushed that you didn't believe in him.

“But how do I know that wasn’t just a line?!” You protested.

“Because I’m here!” He gestured around your apartment. 

“And why are you here?” You pressed him.

“I don’t know!” He put his hands over his head.

“...That’s not an answer,”  You crossed your arms.

“It’s the only answer I can give you, Y/N,” He finally sat down next to you on the couch. 

You curled up your knees to your chest instinctively, still trying to hide your inebriation and the smell of your breath; even though you knew it was futile at this point.

“So, you come all the way here to bang on my door and yell at me, but you have no idea why?” You continued to be defensive, trying to keep him off your scent.

“What do you want me to say, Y/N? Huh?” He threw up his hands. 

“Do you want me to say it’s because I’m in love with you? Because for the first time in my life I found someone that I want to be with all the time, because you make me the happiest I’ve been in a long time, maybe ever?” 

“Uh no,” You rolled your eyes. “I didn’t ask you to lie,” 

“...I’m not lying,”  He looked at you very seriously, trying to take your hand.

“Yes, you are,” You shook your head and pulled away from him. “In fact I know exactly why you’re here,”

“....What is happening right now?” Rafael asked himself softly. He had just sat there and poured out his heart to you, and you were dismissing him completely. This is exactly why he should have just let you be.

“What’s happening, is that you-- you feel bad that you couldn’t... I don’t know, ‘deal’ with your Daddy issues," You air quoted Daddy, making him shift uncomfortably.

"That is so--" He tried denying it.

"True?" You gave him a look. "Let me guess, you couldn't 'save' him as a kid, right?"

"...That wasn't on me," He muttered, looking at the floor.

"You don't believe that," you scoffed. "I know you don't."

"And how do you know that?" He looked at you skeptically.

"Because I feel like I failed my parents, and they were the shittiest people on earth!" You exclaimed.

"How did you fail them? You weren't even--"

"By being born, Raff," You clarified.

"Carino, don't--"

"Look, my point is you've got this 'white knight syndrome', but you know what I learned? You can't save everyone, so you shouldn't even try,"

"That's a great philosophy," he scoffed. "So you don't even try?'

"Oh fuck off," You rolled your eyes. "I can't even save myself, let alone anyone else,"

"That's not true," he protested. "You saved me,"

"Oh my god," you made a fake gagging noise. "You're just saying that so it'll appease some kind of guilt,"

"I have zero to feel guilty about," he shook his head. For some reason that made you even angrier. 

"Alright well good! So you can leave,"  You pointed towards the door.

"No I'm not leaving, not until you acknowledge what I said," He crossed his arms.

"What? About you being in love with me?" You scoffed. "I told you that's a load of shit."

"And why do you say that?" He asked.

"For one, because you don't fall in love with someone just because they're good in bed," you gave him a look.

"That's not why--"

"And for two, nobody can be in love with a monster," You finished over him.

"You're not a monster--" he tried pulling you towards him but you stood up.

"Yes I am!" You screamed.

Well that was a bad idea. All of a sudden it was as if the chemicals from the mouthwash were sizzling around your insides. You doubled over in pain, the room was going dark. 

"Y/N? Oh my god, baby hold on--" he grabbed you and pulled you into his lap while he dialed 911.

"It's okay, you're okay...just...just hold on, please…" he pleaded with you while stoking your hair and kissing the top of your head, gripping you as if you were going to disappear if he let up.

That was the last thing you heard before everything went black.

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Yo this is the person who asked about Monster Dia and Barb, I just want a monster that suits them best.

Alright, I’ve got Barbatos as a Naga and Diavolo as a Dragon

Obey Me Headcanons (Monster Edition) 🐲Diavolo🐲 and 🐍Barbatos🐍 as Yanderes GN - Reader SFW 

Diavolo

Appearance

Diavolo is a proud dragon. He stands much taller than most in the Devildom. His large human figure stands at ten feet tall.

His skin is covered in dark maroon and gold scales, most of them centered around his face, chest, and legs. His legs resemble a dragon’s more than a human’s with three wide toes and long black talons.

He has a long prehensile tail as well tipped with a tuff of black fur and lined with large black plates sticking up dangerously.

His horns and teeth are long and fearsome, his fangs always manage to hang out of his mouth and his smile can be just as lovely as they are terrifying. His horns are always adored with gold accessories, usually in the shape of: golden skulls, torn wings, and blood red rubies.

In his True Form he stands taller then any building in the Devildom and with a wingspan capable of casting a whole city in darkness.

Diavolo’s build is much bulkier in this form, mostly seen around the jaw, and wings. His wings contain rougher and sharper scales and contain some of the black plates his tail has.

His Hoard and His Breath

Diavolo’s bed chamber also doubles as the Royal Treasury. Since his draconic nature craves hoarding wealth he has a need to sleep amongst the treasure.

Every morning he spends his first hour of awakening, sitting amongst the hoard, fiddling with gems and Grimm in his clawed hands, immersing himself in the candle lit room of wealth. Afterwards, he gets up to drink tea with breakfast while reading the R.A.D Newspaper.

He gets anxious and grumpy if he can’t be near his hoard for too long. Barbatos has to help make time in Diavolo’s schedule for Hoard Breaks.

Whenever he pleases, he’s able to breath massive plumes of black hot fire and streams of red lighting. Everything in its wide path is reduced to ash. It gets wider the angrier he gets, and it’s believed that if he truly was ever to get enraged, he could destroy the entire Devildom.

Spending Time with You

Diavolo is captivated with you to the point of obsession, needing you by his side at all times, though knows you need some freedom. Despite his instinctual anxiety of you having autonomy, he knows he could easily dispose of anything should it ever threaten his position with you. Anyone who makes you doubt him, or try to lure you to their side, he would make sure there is no trace of them left.

You are often given gifts, his form of courting you even if you’ve already tied the knot. Gifting you outfits and jewelry made from the finest gold and purest gems. He does this because he now considers you the center of his hoard, the paragon of his wealth, treasure and triumph. He wants to coat you in beautiful fine things.

He enjoys you touching the scaly parts of his body. It feels nice to have your soft warm skin on his cool scales. If you're not against it he’d enjoy you grooming him, it's relaxing.

He loves to have paintings of you made in different beautiful outfits in graceful poses amongst fantastical locations. He likes to sit with you as you pose for the artist and just talk. He adores this special time with you.

You’re the one in existence that has the right to join him in his hoard, and he thoroughly enjoys the time he spends with you in his hoard, which feels more complete with you amongst the jewels. If he had it his way, he would forget about everything except you and his treasures.

His Dark Tendencies

He has such a deep infatuation with you that he would do anything to have you. Though he doesn’t want to force the feeling onto you, instead he does it in secret, keeping up the perfect prince image for you as much as possible.

If he sees someone he deems a threat, he’d make sure they’re taken quietly and dealt with far away from you so there's no possibility you could ever see it.

Sometimes if they’ve made him angry, he’ll take the perpetrator to a private hunting ground so he can hunt them down and eat them himself, making sure not even the bones are left.

He had a wing built onto the castle just to house the thousand portraits he had made. He’s slowly overtime made it into a museum dedicated in all of your splendor. Glass encased objects of random things you had given to him, ranging from birthday presents to random cans of vending machine black tea.

He has stolen a few of your clothes, a uniform jacket or tie. He likes to fall asleep with your scent in his nose.

Diavolo doesn’t punish you at all, you can do no wrong in his eyes, only others can mislead you. He wants you yourself to fall in love with him, you have to learn by yourself how much of a perfect match you are.

Misc. Stuff

Despite being a Dragon with such fierce fire, Diavolo loves to fish in a sized down version of true form.

When he gets too excited his tail wags like a dog’s. He’s been known to have knocked over a few things with his tail when you or Lucifer came to a party or ball of his.

His eyes turn reptilian like in his humanoid form when he gets upset, or when he wakes up in the morning and is processing everything. It takes him a few moments of just staring at the ceiling to figure out he’s awake.

He has given the brothers a ride on his back as a dragon a few times, but sometimes he had flown a bit too fast making them fly off.

Barbatos

Appearance

His body is long and slender, reaching forty feet long. His scales are flat and smooth, black with a teal iridescence to them. If you look at them closely you can see a triangular pattern on his back in different shades of gray and black.

His tail however splits at the end perfectly in two symmetrical pieces.

His tongue is forked and long but he hides it well, however he does have teal coloration on the tip. Barbatos also has a few scale patches on his cheeks and just along his spine to his back hairline.

Barbatos has long perfectly trimmed claws that are sharp as a razor and grown out just far enough to start curving.

Being Cold Blood

Barbatos has to deal with the annoyance of being cold blooded, if he doesn’t heat himself in a nice warm place often enough he becomes lethargic; however no one has ever seen him resting let alone warming himself, people wonder how he always manages to be ten steps ahead of everyone while being cold blooded.

His secret is Diavolo, as he exudes a warm presence simply being near him provides enough heat to keep active for an entire day; and a pot of warm herbal tea to help jump-start his day.

He’s a type of Naga to use constriction against his prey, he has fangs but no actual venom. When he gets angry at the Little Ds you can find him constricting them and giving them a cold smile while scolding them.

Spending time with You

Barbatos just finds you so captivating and pure, he wants you in his arms. He wants to protect something so soft and warm, compared to him.

He loves to wrap his tail around you, around your waist, around your shoulders, he likes it even better if he can wrap it arounds your body completely just feeling the warmth of you on his skin.

He has a habit of spoiling you by bringing you everything you ask for. He always has breakfast in bed for you, he likes to bring you your clothes and always gets the chair or door for you.

He enjoys spending time in the garden with you, sharing a cup of tea and light pastries. Light rainy days are always his favorite just the sight of you in the green glow of the garden, the plump droplets catching the starlight above.

He likes to see you relaxed and happy, it makes his heart feel light and makes him proud to see how content you are. Sometimes he likes to lay with you and place fresh flowers around you and just admire you. He just loves looking at you.

His Dark Tendencies

He gets jealous fairly easily but he tries to not let it show in front of you. Just you smiling in front of someone else is enough to make his scales rise in anger.

He makes sure to find them and threaten them to stay away from you and says it while constricting them so much that they begin turning blue. All of his bottled up anger from everything that has happened, even events that don’t involve the victim, are being let out on them. Harshly and slowly.

He’ll very rarely punish you, if you go out of your way to escape from him he’ll make sure to chain you up and make you beg for him to take care of you, if you don’t you’ll be left alone without food or water.

He has a slightly sadistic want to make you cry. It looks so cute and beautiful to him, like the rain from the garden is dripping from your lovely eyes.

Misc Stuff

Most Nagas aren’t afraid to hunt pests, meat is meat, but Barbatos has a delicate palate and the thought of eating rats makes him ill. He also has a sensitive stomach so he can’t eat too much or anything too hot.

He loves to relax in hot baths but he never has time anymore helping with Diavolo and the Seven Demon Lords.

He likes to wake up early in the morning, put on an apron and start making pastries fresh that morning. Every morning is something new and always delicious.

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