“Max?” David asked, perplexed at seeing the young boy. Max wasn’t looking at him, his head was casted downwards as he fidgeted with his back pack straps.
“Hey David.” He said, his voice was strained, he was shaking too. It was a big contrast to the rebelious and sacrastic young boy he had gotten to know each summer he spent at Camp Campbell.
He stepped aside, letting the boy enter the little forest shack, when David wasn’t consuling the camp he was working as the forest ranger. His private shack was located not that far from the camp, a bit closer to the town, he brifely remembered telling Max about it a long time ago, but he didn’t expect the boy to have payed attention if he was being honest.
Max sat down on one of the chairs at the wodden table in David’s kitchen space, he didn’t say anything as he held his bag close, the head of his teddy bear was poking out of it. David glanced at the scene, concern starting to spread. He knew this behavior, the trembling, avoiding eye contact, staying quiet.
He knew it way too well.
Oh god, how didn’t he notice anything before?
He went to the kitchen pantry, taking out a cup for the young boy to use. “Apple juice?” He asked, his word were cutting through the thick atmosphere like a knife. Max doesn’t answer.
David sighs, he purs a cup anyways and brought it over to the table. “Max.” He said in a gentle tone, “Can I see your face please?”
the boy tensed up, “Max please.” David said, gently reaching for the boy’s arms. Max let him, still trembling but not resisting.
David carefully took the backpack, placing it on the ground. What he saw on Max’s face was what he already suspected he would see. There was dried blood on his chin trailing down from his nose which looked bruised, there was also a nasty bruise on his eye. Despite knowing what was probably awaiting him David still felt somewhat shocked seeing the boy’s face in such a condition, “Fucking hell.” He breated out without really meaning to, he really didn’t have the nerves to keep his no cursing rule alive right now.
Max flinched, David met his eyes, the one that wasn’t bruised was blood shot and puffy, like he’s been crying for a very long time. God, what did these people do to him?
David gently reached for his face, Max flinched again, causing the man to pause. “Can I?” He asked, waiting for the boy to give him permission. Max nodded, still tense, still trembling as David gently touched around his nose, checking how bad the damage was. “You want to tell me who did this?” He asked, the nose didn’t feel broken, which was good he supposed.
There was silence, David sighs again as he lowered his hand from the young boy’s face, he reached for Max’s trembling little hands and gave them a firm squeeze.
“Listen,” he started, trying to meet the other’s eyes again, “When I was your age…my step dad used to hit me.”
That caused the boy to stare at him, David could understand why, it wasn’t often that he opened up and actually admitted how awful his childhood really was.
“Back then, I felt helpless. I didn’t feel like I could tell anybody, because I thought it wasn’t really abuse, because he was my father so…he had to love me, right? And…. because I didn’t think anybody really cares. But…I was wrong. There are people who care Max. I care.”
“He’s been drinking….again.” Max’s voice was small, scared, and David had a hard time to supress the boiling hatred he felt.
“He had said he would be better….promised to never do it again….and he did get better for a bit, he just ignored me, but he then did it again and I just…I didn’t know where else I could go.” His sentences came out in broken chunks, he was trying not to cry, David could tell.
“What about your mother?”
“I don’t know…she was passed out on the floor with a bottle of whisky….again.”
David heared enough. “Okay, first lets get your face cleaned up. I will get you some ice for that eye and the nose. We’ll go to the police afterwards.” He declared, rubbing gently circles into Max’s palm.
Max tensed up at the word police, David could understand why, Max was a smart kid, he probably knew just as well as David that the child protective service was anything but perfect.
“I promise you Max.” He said as he gently brushed over the boy’s head, “I will never let anybody hurt you again.” Max’s small hand was gipping his as if his life was depending on it and David could tell, this was the start of something big, for both of them.
He slammed on the breaks, his hand slamming across her chest to keep her from smashing forward
This is Marcos, that’s Leo. Don’t trust anybody else in this place, and if you need something from outside, ask them.
Turn your body when you punch, gives it more power.
My apartment isn’t a storage facility, y’know…
His idea of helping is to give you a passport and plane ticket, and tell you to stop bothering him
You think so little of yourself
I don’t do secrets if they don’t benefit me anyway
“What…? Are you going to jump?” “That’s the plan.”
That’s the most sexual handshake I’ve ever seen
You better watch that hand, boy.
“It’s her own fault that she didn’t do anything of herself!” “No, it’s not her fault!”
You have no idea how much you put her back.
“I’m thinking of taking my old job back…” “Robbing people?” “What? No, man…”
God, she’s gonna murder Chloe if she opens her mouth one more time to say something stupid
I don’t care what you did, you understand? It’s not my business in anyway.
Have you worked a day in your life?
“No… Oh my God, tell me you didn’t…” “He won’t report it. The man has more warrants than I have family left.”
Get a haircut you little monster.
“Where you going?” “I have work. Meet me in library at 2?”
“Are you gonna drink the whole bottle?” “Lost the cork, what else I’m supposed to do?”
I had to threaten to kill over half of them for them to come here, but hey, nobody needs to know that
“I’m sorry.” “No need to be, sweetheart. Are you still cold?”
Their leader didn’t give much change to mistakes
“Why do you say it like your pain doesn’t matter?” “Because at end of the day, somebody has suffered more than me.”
“Are you drunk?” “Hardly ever.”
“Why’s Marcus walking like that?” “He tried to do a cannonball to inch of snow.”
I don’t know why I’m eating, I’m not even hungry
Are you supposed to bring a present to a funeral?
“How did you started working for Harry?” “I ran over him and he offered me a job. Easy.”
Can you blow the candles next time you leave the room?
Why does your voice sound like gravel?
Would such a man pistol whip an eleven-year-old?
You’re not even supposed to drink caffeine.
Were you gonna stab me with a spoon?!
This is wicked magic. It’ll bite your ass faster than you can ever imagine
Is putting me behind bars not enough? You had chain me to a wall too?
Keep him screaming, Nik. I want someone to call the cops
The one time I need it to rain in Portland it doesn’t
I wish to speak with you, my darling.
“You’re gonna die alone!” “Everybody dies alone, you fool”
why’s the woman yelling outside
“Is this legal evidence?” “You and I have different meaning of legal, counselor”
Did you manage to punch him before he got arrested?
Let’s pretend we didn’t just break about sixteen laws in five seconds
Any change that you can
Oh shit, he’s a big fella, call Emma. I don’t wanna fight him.
You want your kid back? Better confess to murder of that little girl or soon your son goes to fight a big men’s war in Uganda
“Why are you sleeping on the back of the ambulance?” “Didn’t find any other place.”
“What did you give to him?” “A illegal horse tranquilizer from China. Knocks you out in five minutes. I don’t know how he’s even standing anymore.”
Hey fucker, my porch lights are not on! Fuck off!
You managed to find a only gun store that doesn’t have Chicago’s 78 hour wait?
“It’s not that easy” “Well it’s not that complicated either”
I just inhaled chocolate cake. This is the best way to die
I have to wear two sports bras to even think about exercising
Where do you think I do at 2am? Taco bell, bitch
I may not know your name but this won’t be your dying day
The lady of modern day Edinburg pierced the knife through her heart and hoped the spell had worked
That stupid grin on his face is almost enough of a reason to hit him
“I read the police report, you know.” “Then you know what happened. So why are you bothering to talk to me?”
Why aren’t they finding anything?
God why the hell I’m so hungry? I haven’t done anything…
“She has about four hours of air left.” “Who do you know?”
“Why’s she’s screaming?” “Some kind of ritual. I think she’s a witch.”
I got a headache for acting like I actually cared about his options
“Why are you on my couch?” “I’m trying to come up with a plan to get your brother out of the trouble with Chinese mafia.” “Oh… Well you’re welcome to stay if you like.”
I’ll call him. Let’s hope that he’s still in Barranquilla… And not in a ditch with cocaine blocking his nose.
“He’s still looking for you.” “What does that mean? Are you in trouble?”
“There’s dinner in the freezer.” “Ice cream is not dinner. But thanks.”
Yes, I will break it, don’t let me touch it
What was I supposed to think, you left giggling out of the room!
I didn’t think I could fuck up so badly. I’m honestly quite amazed of myself.
Don’t make the lie more complicated.
“She had enough evidence to put him to jail for the rest of his life.” “Why didn’t she?” “I think part of her still believed in family that time.”
I don’t wanna start begging, but I swear to God I will.
How long have you waited to do that?
Happy’s missing three teeth, Kevin has had his face purple for the past two weeks, and Rigg probably has lost half of his intelligence just hanging out with you guys!
You can stop avoiding me, alright? I know what happened, so call me.
I don’t know what your father taught you, but mine taught me how to take a beating.
“You just let her walk out of the front door?!” “We didn’t know it was her!” “How the hell you didn’t know that! Her face is plastered all over the news!”
“God, I don’t want to talk to you right now” “Well you have to. Does your shoulder hurt?”
”What the hell happened?! I though you promised not to lay a hand on him, no matter what he does!” ”Oh shut up. He started waving a knife around, I just made sure he didn’t poke his eye out.”
I don’t know how she’s even moving after that.
Don’t let me slam her face in, because I swear to God I will do it if she keeps talking
“You want my jacket?” “This smells like weed, dude.” “It’s not my jacket so don’t blame me.”
“Is this stolen?” “You want to see a receipt?”
“What… Why are you checking your pulse?” “I just wanna make sure that I’m still alive.”
I thought this was supposed to be one of those easy jobs!
Don’t make it obvious that you’re an asshole, put your shirt on.
You put on hell of a fight, I hope you know that.
Do I get a list of rules when I go there or do I just have to be on my good side?
They don’t look so happy… You think we should apologize?
I don’t think you should eat something that has been in your apartment as long as that has.
“Show me,” he whispered, starting to pull down the zipper of her hoodie. “It’s just a bruise…” She tried to push his hand away, but she was backed against the corner and the painkillers had stopped working, so even breathing was painful.
You’re still replying my texts so it can’t be that bad
“You’ve never been a man with few words.” “I only need few perfect words.” “And what are those?” “Marry me.”
Looks like you’ve started finally to listen to me.
I can feel the hair on my ass standing up
I know all your dirty tricks… I know every step before you even take them . He’s my brother. I’ll always take his side before anybody else’s.
When you decide to come in, there’s pepperoni pizza in the oven
He seems to like avoiding you.
It doesn’t matter how hurt she is, she’ll try to get up and fight. It’s her nature.
I would have come to the wedding but the nurses threated to tie me down to the bed if I even try to rip off the tubes and stuff… but you know, congratulations.
“Now you’re just being mean.” “I think the word you’re supposed to use is… a tease.”
Are we just going ignore that the maniac just drank the whole bottle?
She definitely has the balls to do it, no question about it
I got concussion from a door. I ended up at ER, explaining that the door viciously slammed against my face, sounds great doesn’t it
“How did you get mom here?” “I gave her two hundred bucks to stay the whole thing.” “What?!”
If she starts to poke my chest again, I’ll walk out and leave you there to be tortured
She grew up on lies. Either it was from her mother’s mouth or from the man who she always thought was her father.
“Who long have we known each other?” “About fifteen years. Give or take. But that doesn’t mean I trust you.”
Can you pull my shoulder back in?
He’s going to kill you. He’s so going to kill for doing that to her.
You used to be so much better at lying.
Stay down! Don’t get up!
“Do you believe in love with first sight?” “I don’t believe in love.”
She had warned him and after he started pounding on Jon the third time, she didn’t think twice for making him bleed.
Touch my brother and I’ll make sure that you won’t be able to move you hands an inch afterwards
I know my limits. I know how much pain I can take before I pass out or can’t move. I know my body.
“Nice underwear,” he pointed out with a smirk, expecting Alex to start pulling her shirt to cover herself, but she surprised him by pulling the top over her head. “Oh wow.”
Are you asking for a permission? Because if so… I might just give you one.
“People might just start to think you’re obsessed with me.” “Are expectin’ me to deny it?” “I might just have to start calling you my stalker then…”
Prove me wrong then! Prove me that I can trust you, that you won’t fuck me over the second I drop my guard!
“Can you stop sleeping in my bathtub?” “Why? Is so much better than the bed you made me sleep.”
Do I need to tell you everything I love about you?
Are you a predator or the prey?
My mom found your bra in my freezer, why the fuck?
I don’t remember if I ate today so… wanna go grab Thai or something?
I told it was faster this way.
I’m not great at driving when someone is trying to kill me!
I’m gonna borrow your suitcase, mate! Your clothes are under the bed if you need them!
This is not a taco. This is just disgusting.
He pointed at me with a tattooed finger. “I’ll call you.” And then he was gone.
“I thought you’d never drop down your guard.” “Consider yourself special.”
You’re younger than me and you’re rocking in your rocking chair like old man
“I don’t want fancy dinners or restaurants!” “Great, I’ll take you to the fanciest bar I’ve ever been in.”
What was I supposed to do, huh? He punched me first, Bret!
You’ll break your neck eventually by doing that
You were literally falling while you were sleeping
You used to have a longer hair than me, Phil!
You look surprisingly angry while chewing gum
We’re going to try push them back a bit, get Ricky to the truck!
I think I might just kidnap you if you don’t get next week off.
Fucking pew pew motherfucker
My temper tends to land me in trouble more than often.
You wanna know why she did it?
She thought that maybe her nightmares would stop.
You need to tell him. He deserves to know.
“Brock? Where the hell are you going?” “Who the fuck does he think he is?!
I learned at very young age that being quiet kept you alive
I’m not that good with people who only disrespect me, I’m sure you understand.
Of course I’m scared
Her body was covered in mostly small scars and burns. The price of stupidity, her nana said. She didn’t care that much, the biggest burns on her back were mostly covered by tattoos, just like the whip scars on her abdomen and upper back.
They should never put the crazy ones in the same room
One thing he would never do was to stay down when somebody said so
The look in his eyes was something raw and too familiar. She saw herself in him, and she hated that more than anything.
They had been lucky that cops hadn’t looked in the back alley when they came to break up the bar fight. They would have had an easy arrest, the four who had started the whole fight inside were slumped in line against the brick wall of the next building.
Kneeling before her were the men that didn’t believe in Gods. Her army.
Just because his back is turned doesn’t mean he can’t hear you.
This world is filled with more terrifying things than death
You are meaningless. We all are. It’s our to change that.
Don’t rely on happy endings
It has been rumored for weeks.
She’s a veteran in this business, she knows how to play.
You’ve a have a gimmick of being a lost cause.
I’d appreciate if you apologized in person
Men starts wars, women end them. That’s just a fact.
Every damn time I talk to you, I’m more convinced that you’re an actual alien
You are just hurting yourself by doing that.
Didn’t you two had enough already!?
“She refused the help of the medics -” “And you just let her?!” “I didn’t think she could slip out, she couldn’t even walk by herself!”
She hoisted her brother to his feet again, “You need to stop picking fights with them.”
Goddammit, don’t just leave him laying there!
So… this is how she spends her Fridays. Collecting debts for a mob. Nice.
She decided that throwing a toaster at me was the best defense
I mean she slapped him hard enough to break skin
Keith! Stop shooting people in the living room!
“What if I press the big red button? Will I start a war?” “That’d flush the toilet.”
Don’t get him all fired up. I’m gonna be the one who has to calm him down afterwards
You have two jobs in this family. To watch that Iain doesn’t do anything that lands him back to prison and that Shawn doesn’t disappear again.
How did we ended up like this? Two against an army of thousands
“Are you a coward?” “I’m a survivor.”
Why are drinking milk out of my shot glasses?
“Why is my boyfriend covered in blood?” “Why are you not asking him?” “Because he’s a lying asshole.”
He cracked his gloved knuckles before knocking on her door
God… stop with the undying love bullshit. Maybe there is some sort of love but nothing lost forever.
“Do you even remember his name?” “I know it started with M, I think.”
“I know you ain’t listening anything,” Johnny sat in front of her, tugging her other earbud off.
With cigarette clenched between her lips, she wiped the coffee off her fingers to her ripped jeans
“I don’t take no for answer, so…?” “That makes you sound like an asshole, you know that right?”
He couldn’t help but to look at her through the mirror, she was trying her best to wipe off the eyeliner and mascara smeared on her face, she was a mess. But this woman was his mess.
I don’t think it’s wise to look directly to their eyes
Let’s play a game of stupid and a moron
She laid on the hot concrete, blood dripping down her cheeks. Her temper had gotten her into a fight, was that a surprise in anyway?
How far are you willing to go to convince that you’re alright?
I don’t have a bra on, please don’t make me run.
Can you stop smiling when people hurt you? It makes you look like a crazy maniac
Allan lifted Sam with ease up to the table, tangling his fingers in her hair. “You are more stupid than I thought,” he whispered, running both of his hands through her hair.
They watched the man carefully, like he was a time bomb ready to explode
Wake up, kid. I need you to wake up, I can’t carry you if you don’t.
She picked up a man twice her side. That’s power
Didn’t anybody teach you not to taunt a trained MMA fighter
“Your father wouldn’t want this.” “He probably doesn’t wanna be death either, so does it really it matter what he would have wanted from me?”
“Are you lying?” “Through my teeth.”
You wanna do this here or do we go somewhere were your friends can’t see me murder you?
I’m not sure why you seemingly needed to share your weaknesses to me, but God… You made a huge mistake.
I’m sure that this will backfire on me, but let’s pretend that we don’t know that already
How the hell are you so pale? You live in Florida!
I don’t think they should be here. They just manage to get into trouble.
God that sounded better when I was rehearsing it.
She wanted to forget the shit of a life she had
Would it be such an immensely horrible thing if I just accidentally hit him?
Past is supposed to stay in the past, especially her past.
Just keep him angry. Please do that to me, I want to see him finally explode.
“Pendejo!” Rosa shouted, slamming her hand flat against the table. “You have some serious problems!”
Right information is very important in this line of work, son.
“Fuuuck! We’re so damn late from his bullshit party!” “Oh shut up, we are only fashionable late.”
Put your seat belt on. No? I ain’t driving anywhere before you do.
Why the fuck did you bring your kid? I’m not babysitting!
I think my hair is dying
“Where are you?” “South of Houston, why?” “John left me to fucking Taco Bell, I need a ride.”
My ass has feelings!
If I found drugs on your brother’s room, can I keep it?
Who the fuck put soy in my coffee?!
That is the most uncomfortable thing I’ve ever seen.
“I’ve have a vivid imagination.” He purred in her ear. “Then you can survive few more days…” she whispered back, pushing him away.
Shit, she’s quicker than I thought…
Cut her loose, her hands are turning gray
You keep avoiding the subject. It a simple question, and I just need an answer.
Ricky had lost his legs in Iraq, but still every time the national anthem came on, he propped himself up a inch or two.
I know you have a high tolerance of pain, but this is ridiculous!
That woman is as crazy as they come.
He hadn’t expected for Mia to lunge forward, every intention to break Seth’s arms. Joe managed to step between them before her fist would bash against the younger man’s face, he had to pick her up from the ground as she almost hit him to face. V
“You can’t handle me,” she purred, her fingers sliding to inside his jacket pocket, with intentions to grab his wallet. Hank was only smiling, grabbing her by the wrist, “Maybe I don’t want to.”
Vinny had told many lies in his life, and only about two out of every fifteen had some truth in them.
She hadn’t even realized she was angry before Tyler wrapped his hand around her lower back, leaning down to ask if she was alright.
Is he old enough to play paintball? Or maybe laser tag?
Alan watched as she wiped the sweat off her face, eyeshadow and eyeliner wiping down to her cheeks. “You enjoy staring at me?”
I don’t think I did anything wrong
He hadn’t seen her smile in the two weeks he had been here, but now that she did, it was one of the prettiest things that he had seen.
Wes had curled himself in the smallest ball that the 6 feet 5 man could
“You’re naked.” “Good eye, darling.”
He looked great in the tailored Dolce and Gabbana suit, shame that he would have to die in it
Sometimes the worst decisions lead to best outcomes
”What counts as medical emergency?” “Your whole body is a medical emergency!”
What were you expecting? She’s a kleptomaniac
You can cut off her arms and legs, but she won’t stop.
She had found a perfect place between the top of the lockers and the ceiling, it was great place to sleep.
I think we might just be alright..
She might just be your worst nightmare
Sascha gave a grimacing smile before clearing his throat. “We will consider your offer.”
She circled her hand over the small back of the eight-month old, whose face had turned bright shade of red from endless crying. “Kiddo…”
“Were you trying to break his back?” “To be honest I was trying to get him off my ass.”
Sid plucked the cigarette from Colby’s lips, dropping it to the half-full wineglass. “Keep taunting me…” she leaned down to whisper in his ear from behind, “And I’ll make sure that your tongue is cut off.”
Bastian lived on the edge. Quite literally. He lived in rusty van on edge of a cliff, maybe hoping that someday the car would drop to the rocks and he would be inside
Thank God for waterproof makeup….
This is for everybody who never supported me. Because I didn’t need you in the end.
She didn’t want to cry. It wasn’t any more about not wanting show weakness or pride. She just didn’t want to be sad anymore
Louis is the father to the most brilliant little boy in the world who is all Louis really needs, or at least that’s what he tells himself. Harry is a gorgeous boybander fresh off a two year break and a massive scandal that’s left him a little broken and more than ready to move on.
When Harry Styles sets off for Provincetown, MA from his tiny hometown of Kerkhoven, MN, he’s facing an uncertain future. He’s always planned to leave, just…not like this. When he meets a gorgeous cabaret performer on his first night in P-town, little does he know how his life is about to change, or how much he has yet to learn. When they become more than just friends, Louis makes it clear he’s not looking for anything serious, but at least, Harry consoles himself, they’ll always be friends. Over one extraordinary summer, Harry learns to navigate life on his own through a journey of self-discovery and sexual awakening. But when Harry’s past tragically reappears in his life, will his friendship with Louis be able to hold on?
When Harry Styles starts his first day as a surgical intern, he expects a lot of things: to treat patients, to observe a surgery, to feel a bit overwhelmed. What he definitely doesn’t expect, however, is that the handsome guy he kicked out of his bed this morning is also an intern.
A Grey’s Anatomy AU where tensions are high, Harry and Louis are hooking up in secret, and no one has time for love. Or do they?
Everything felt rushed, it was all a mess, from the ambulance to the hospital, I couldn’t handle how difficult it was to see her lying there so lifelessly, seeing her like this felt as though a thousand knives were just jabbed into my chest. I deserved it, but she didn’t. My baby girl doesn’t deserve this. So why? Why was she being punished for my own mistakes? If I could take her place and be the one to have been hit, then I would.
When we got to the hospital, everything and everybody was frantic. Doctors rushed her to the emergency room whilst nurses tried their best to keep me from following in. I shouted at them, begged them to save her not even realising that my own tears quickly made a puddle on the ground. I didn’t know what to do, I didn’t know how to feel. I was completely broke inside. I told the members to come and they all came running not long after she had moved her into surgery.
“This is all my fault, all of this it’s my fault.” I repeated over, now sat on one of the many seats that they had to offer outside of the operation room, head in my hands whilst my elbows rested on my knees.
“Yoongi, it’s not your fault don’t blame yourself.” Jin hyung tried to reassure me, but honestly it didn’t work. How was I supposed to believe that when I know that non of this would have happened if I didn’t open that mouth of mine? If only I had treated her better then she wouldn’t have had to runaway.
“You have no idea what she said to me when I was holding her in my arms. Everything hit me like a ton of bricks, I realised how much I neglected her when she was in her worst condition, what kind of father was I?! She’s always looked up to me but I’ve done nothing but disappointed her.” I shouted, I didn’t mean to shout at anyone, I didn’t want to shout at anyone. But I couldn’t help it, I couldn’t help it when I was angry at myself, when my daughter was lying on that cold table being operated on. I couldn’t calm myself down and I knew that the members understood. Hoseok had tears falling down his face, he was Y/N’s favourite uncle. He acted more like a father towards her than I ever did. He was the one who took her out for ice cream. He was the one who helped me find birthday and Christmas gifts every year. He truly cared about her, and I could see just how torn he was by the way he was sat there, emotionless.
“That’s not true hyung.” Taehyung said whilst placing his hand on my shoulder. “You can’t possibly control these things, Y/N’s brave and she’s strong. She’ll pull through this I just know she will.” I really hope you’re right Taehyung.
Non of us moved from where we sat. For the last three hours, we didn’t speak to one another, we all waited here patiently for someone to walk out through those double doors to tell us that my daughter was okay and that her life was no longer in danger.
That moment came, shortly after. All of us rushed to our feet and walked towards the doctor, who was still taking her mask off her face.
“How’s my daughter? Is she okay? Did she make it?” I bombarded her with questions, I knew that but I was desperate. I needed to know.
“The operation was successful, so please rest assured. The anesthetic will wear off in a couple of hours time so please be patient. She may have amnesia, but it should be temporary, worst case scenario means she’ll never remember again.”
“Thank you so much.” Namjoon said, as I saw nurses wheel her out on a bed. I followed her through into her room and sat right beside her without leaving for a second.
“Hyung, you should eat something.” Jimin said to me, tapping me on the shoulder with a sandwich. I shook my head and grabbed ahold of Y/N’s hand, not wanting to let go again. “I’ll leave it here, make sure you eat it.” He said before heading out, giving me some time and space.
I didn’t realise that I fell asleep until I felt something move in my grasp. I shot up and looked directly at Y/N who was now staring at me.
“Baby girl are you okay?” I urged.
“Who are you?” She doesn’t remember me?
“You, you don’t know who I am?” I started crying, this is my fault. All of this was my fault.
“No.” She looked at me confused. This is karma getting back at me for all the shit that I put her through, whether or not the memory loss was temporary, it hurt. It hurt so damn much to have her ask who I was and have her tell me she had no idea.
“I’m your dad.” I continued crying. But she smiled at me, her smile was always so bright and regardless of her condition, she still smiled the same way as she would have a week ago. She doesn’t know who I am anymore or any of our memories, so how is she still smiling? Then again, she’s probably smiling because she doesn’t remember the hardships I put her through. This may be hell for me, but it must be a great thing for her.
“You’re crying a lot, why? Is it because of me?” I nodded slightly.
“I’m sorry princess.”
“Don’t be, dad. Since you’re crying so much, then that must mean that you love me a lot right?”
“Of course I do!” I admitted, of course I love her. No matter the way I treated her, I still love her with my everything, she’s my little girl.
“Well that makes me really happy already so please don’t cry. Knowing that I have your love, already makes me the luckiest daughter alive.”
The truth is, I did remember. I do still remember. Why this all happened, how it all happened. Every detail before the accident I remember clearly. Then why did you lie you ask?
Because my dad was crying, for the first time in my 14 years of living. I saw him cry. I didn’t want him to be sad, I wanted to start off fresh and this was the best way to do it. I wasn’t about to bring the past back up. Never again.
Not when it hurts the both of us. Maybe now I can finally become the daughter he really loves, maybe now I can finally be Min Y/N without questioning my very existence.
No matter what happened in the past, I’ll still love him because he’s my father and I’m his daughter.
Seraphine walked behind Kastiel in silence, her wolf following behind her. It felt like a lifetime ago when Fenrys had given her Fen as a pup. Now he was as big as she is. She patted down the scruff of his fur, murmuring how good he is when she felt Kastiel’s gaze land on her. “We’ll train here,” he said. Seraphine looks around at the vastness of her surroundings. Kastiel wanted to train early—so early in fact, that the sun had barely even risen. She had been given a thick set of Illyrian leathers to wear (despite her telling Kastiel that she didn’t feel the cold), and a ridiculous amount of daggers were now strapped to her body. “It’s more for my peace of mind,” was his only reply. Now they were at the snow capped mountain side, with no one around them. This was dangerous any way you look at it. “Scared, Seraphine?” “Only of what your family will do after I’m done with you.” The two circle each other—neither looking away from each other’s gaze. “No powers. I want to see you fight,” he says. As she pulls out a dagger strapped from her hip, Seraphine supposed she should have told Kastiel that she’s more skilled with a knife than her fire. With a twist of her wrist, Seraphine let fly a hand full of daggers towards Kastiel. He dodged them easily, no hesitations in his steps. Like he was dancing. Whatever training he had gone through—it was perfect—beautiful to watch. But Kastiel didn’t spend years on the road, fighting bandits, dealing with thugs and dodging assassins—he didn’t know how to fight dirty like she did. Seraphine rushed towards Kastiel, tackling him to the ground. The soft snow crumbled underneath them. Seraphine held Kastiel in a bear hug, her dagger pressed against the soft spot of his neck as they fell in the small ditch. Luckily, Kastiel’s strong wings cushioned their fall, Seraphine now on top of him. She couldn’t help but think of how perfectly they fit together—like two pieces in a puzzle. She gives him a mischievous smile. “You’re letting me win, princeling.” Kastiel blocked Seraphine’s dagger with his own, letting both of it clatter to the ground near them. “I win,” he says, studying her face under heavy lids. The sun had finally risen, covering the white mountains in shimmering orange. It was almost as if the snow were alight with flames. The view reminded him of when he was younger—when his uncle brought him here. Kastiel couldn’t stop himself—didn’t even bother trying. He slowly, apprehensively, touched his lips to her temple—like a question. And Seraphine answered back, sliding her cheek down against his, where his lips touched her closed eyes, and down, down to the sensitive part of her throat, her cheek, her jaw. Kastiel’s lips found hers. And the soft feel of them and the hard feel of his body under her made her body come alive from a different kind of fire. And the taste of him, of their kiss deepening, of his hands on her back, his leg between hers, made her ache from a different kind of need. She couldn’t stop the moan escape from her lips—or the way her body moved yearningly into him. A familiar male voice cleared their throat, separating Seraphine and Kastiel.
“How disappointing,” his uncle practically purrs, “to find the two of you rolling in the snow, instead of training.” Kastiel took a moment to collect himself, his scrambled thoughts, his lips on hers. And how they still screamed more, more more. He ignored his uncle, helping Seraphine to her feet. He was never going to hear the end of this. “You even had the wolf on guard,” his uncle says incredulously with a shake of his head. “Kastiel, I need you to take care of the monsters. This is an order, little general. I have things to do.” His uncle gives him a wink, and winnows away, taking Fen with him. Kastiel lets out a long breath, glancing at Seraphine. Her mouth was tilted up in a secret smile at him, her lips swollen from their kiss, her hair a mess from how he had held her close to him. He reached for her hands, feeling the flicker of the mating bond between them. Kastiel falters at the touch. “I have to go back to camp,” he says. “The fire training will have to wait a little longer.”
Seraphine spent her afternoon sitting on a trunk of a large oak tree. She promised herself that she would not think about the kiss they shared—but it was hard for her to not obsess over it. She was perfectly fine sitting under the sun with a sketchbook in her lap, day dreaming about future kisses to come. Besides, it was pure indulgent to watch Kastiel train a group of Illyrian kids. She could tell, just by the way he was showing the kids how to wield their stick swords, that he was distracted. “Stay close,” he had told her, before she decided to ignore him. She wandered the camp aimlessly until she found her spot by the tree. It pleased Seraphine even more that Kastiel’s eyes kept on looking at the general spot of her vicinity, but he had yet to realise that she was up on a tree. As he supervised each child’s parry, one particular little boy followed behind him like his shadow. Everything Kastiel did, the little boy was mimicking. With a smile on his face, Seraphine watched as Kastiel hoisted the boy up in the air—the boys arms and legs flailing helplessly—and said something that made the boy giggle with laughter. She couldn’t help but sketch Kastiel’s face in that moment. When Kastiel was done, Seraphine leaped from her spot on the tree. They found each other in the middle, and got started on working to control her fire.
“Don’t be scared,” Kastiel told her from behind the door of her suite, “Or else they’ll sense it.” He started pacing. “The only person you have to watch for is my Aunt Nesta—and maybe my Uncle Cassian—they’re very protective of me. But other than that, everybody is nice. You’ll fit right in.” “Oh, will you stop fussing about,” Seraphine says as she opens her door. Kastiel’s mouth drop open. Seraphine had changed from her Illyrian leathers to a simple, long silver slip dress that matched her hair. The dress caught in the light every time she swayed her hips. By the Mother. Seraphine gave him a timid smile. “I must confess—I haven’t worn a dress since I can remember.” He shook his head in reply. The sight of Seraphine undid Kastiel. “Control yourself,” his father suddenly warned him in his head. But Kastiel couldn’t stop the pull of the mating bond. The dinner table of the House of Wind were already occupied with the uncomfortable looks of his family—they no doubt sensed it in him. Kastiel pulled out a seat next to his mother for Seraphine to sit, whilst he sat next to her and his uncle Azriel. “Seraphine, this is my mother and father, High Lady and Lord of the Night Court, Feyre and Rhysand.” “Please,” his father said, “call me Rhys.” “And here are my aunts Nesta, Elain, and The Morrigan. And my uncles, Azriel and Cassian.” Seraphine’s eyes travelled along his family’s faces. “Honey,” The Morrigan said to Seraphine, “you can call me Mor.” Kastiel choked on his drink. “Why do I have to call you The Morrigan, when others can call you Mor?” “Because, Kastiel,” The Morrigan smiled, sipping her wine slowly. “I don’t want to sound old.” The table erupt in laughter. “Though Rhysand,” his uncle Cassian interrupts, “you wouldn’t be laughing at what I saw by the mountains earlier this morning.” The smile in Kastiel’s lips fell.
Kastiel’s dysfunctional family made Seraphine miss her own. She couldn’t believe how long it’s been since she sat at the dinner table to eat a simple meal. “You’ve gone quiet,” Kastiel whispers in her ear. “Is something the matter?” Seraphine shakes her head. “I am simply homesick,” she says out loud. Kastiel’s mother, Feyre, reached for her hand on the table. The gesture surprised her, yet Feyre’s touch was comforting, real—reminding her of her own mother. “Is there anything that you remember from your past that could help us find your way home?” Feyre asks her. Seraphine takes a moment to collect her memories, trying to separate the truths from dreams. She had been taken by a group of strange assassins in Erilea. They had captured her, captured her wyvern, captured her wolf, and bound her to a pole in a circular clearing. They were chanting, calling, reciting—it was a sacrifice. She was a sacrifice to the dark pit welling under her. But Seraphine could escape any hold, and so could her wolf. She had shouted at Fen, shouted at him to watch out as an arrow flew towards him. But she blocked it with her back, she fell on her hands and knees from the impact, and she kept on falling, falling into the void, screaming, screaming— “SERAPHINE.” The voice that woke her was at once the night and the dawn and the stars and the earth, and every inch of her body calmed at the dominance of it. “Look at me.” She did. Kastiel held her face in his hands, “you’re safe, you’re here, you’re safe with us.” Seraphine looked around at the table. She didn’t know what she expected—maybe their judgment—but certainly not their faces of awe—at Kastiel, she wasn’t sure—and understanding. She swallowed the lump in her throat. “I met this creature, in the forest. It called itself the Suriel. It said to find the ancient one—” “The Ancient One?” Rhysand interrupted, his violet eyes pinning her to the spot.
Kastiel and Seraphine sat by the ledge in her room. His father had called for his aunt Amren to return from the Summer Court. Kastiel shudders at the thought of facing his aunt after this. Ever since the dinner, Seraphine had barely said any words to him. He would be lying if he said that her outburst had scared him—had scared his whole family. They were all expecting her fire to erupt. But it never did—she had controlled it without her even noticing. “I want to show you something,” he said, gathering Seraphine in his arms, and flying away from the House of Wind. “The view of Velaris at night cannot compare to any city. But, I think the Sidra River can make you think otherwise.” Kastiel held Seraphine in silence as they looked out into the sparkling river. “Is it safe to swim?” Seraphine asked. Kastiel flew down into the water in answer.
TW: Mentions of sexual assault, attempted sexual assault.
It’s been six months to the day since I was raped.
I still haven’t gone back to school, I’m doing it all from home. It’s easier so I don’t have to face him. I sometimes miss my friends, but at least there’s Facebook. Not many of them talk to me anymore. There’s a few that do but half of those treat me like I’m… different. I haven’t changed.
That’s a lie. A lot has changed. But I’m still Alex.
And I’ve finally picked up going to the survivor support group.
The leader’s name is Krissa. She’s nice. I told them my story. For once I felt no judgment. Even my mom seems critical of my every move.
I’ll keep going back.
I don’t know if I can survive this still.
I survived today though. That counts for something, at least.
This is an epilogue-esque ending to “A Court of Wings and Ruin”, so obviously SPOILER ALERT!
Summary: Lucien returns to Velaris after the events of ACOWAR, determined to be a better male than Tamlin and put aside his mating bond if that’s what Elain wants.
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hey admin v how are you? can i request a headcanon about naruto, sasuke, kakashi & gaara finding out that their respective s/o is pregnant? i cant get enough of your imagines thanks admin v! ❤️❤️❤️
I am doing fantastic, I just cooked some monkey bread and now I’m writing, so two thumbs up from me! I’m super glad you’re enjoying my imagines, I hope these next headcanons are suffice!
I went back and forth between using female pronouns and neutral pronouns, but female pronouns are present because of pregnancy. :)
Naruto, Sasuke, Kakashi, and Gaara Reacting to Their S/o Telling Them That They Are Pregnant:
Naruto would definitely HEAR the words come out of his s/o’s mouth, but he wouldn’t necessarily process them at first.
“Oh that’s cool, do you want to go get ramen?”
His s/o would give him a look he’s used to getting. It’s the “Wtf, are you an idiot?” look
Cue Naruto repeating what she said in his head. Silence. And then, “PREGNANT?! WHEN DID THAT HAPPEN?!”
You know the episode of “Friends” when Rachel tells Ross that she’s pregnant and he just sits there looking at her with a stupid-ass look? That’s Naruto.
Naruto’s would have to sit down. The news just catches him so off guard, it’s a little mind boggling. I feel like in this case he and his wife would be married and not actively trying for kids, they’re just going with the flow. Naruto has never been one to plan for things so it makes the most sense. And even though they’re going with the flow, when someone you love says to you “I’m carrying your offspring” it’s like getting your head dunked into cold water. In this case, Naruto’s whole body feels like it’s been drenched in cold water.
While sitting down, Naruto would try and figure out the exact conception date. He’d do the math and would be like, “oh yeah…that-that can definitely get someone pregnant.” And he thinks that only a matter of seconds have passed, when in reality it’s been like 10 minutes. His s/o grabbed a magazine and just waited for him to get his shit together.
Once THAT thought blows over, the cold water feeling would be replaced by a warm feeling. I’m going to have a baby? I’m going to have a family? I’ll have more people to greet me when I come home? He’s going to shoot up right from his seat and pick his s/o up and spin them around. He’s just so happy, he’s never had a blood-family (that’s alive) before and it’s just very exciting.
And then it hits him. He didn’t have parents, they died. He didn’t have siblings, no aunts, uncles, grandparents, it was just him. Grant it he did have Jiraiya, but he wasn’t the greatest role model in the world. He did have Kakashi and Iruka, but they weren’t there for him all the time like a father would be. So Naruto would put his s/o down and sit back down and just think, how the FUCK am I supposed to do this?!
Now his s/o, bless her heart, is going to notice a different look in his eye when he sits down for the second time. It’s not a look of shock, it’s a look of doubt. So his s/o is going to take his hands and bring him back to reality and ensure Naruto that he’s going to be a great father. She’ll tell him that there is no perfect father, that they all make mistakes at some point, and that she will be there with him every step of the way. I think that would be enough to reassure him - for now - and he’ll go back to hugging his s/o.
Oh you bet your sweet ass that he’s going to make this HUGE vow to his s/o, that he’s not going to leave them no matter what and that he’s going to be the father he never had.
Overall, he’s very excited.
He’s going to hear loud and clear what his wife told him - yeah he’s not the type to get someone pregnant out of wedlock. And well, he’s not going to have a different external look, his eyes will widen, but that’s about it. However, he’s still going to be shocked. Despite wanting to rebuild the Uchiha Clan, he and his s/o were not actively trying for kids. He probably won’t believe them at first tbh.
“Sasuke, I’m pregnant.”
“Hm….Are you sure?”
Sasuke is happy, trust me. He’s rebuilding his clan, there’s going to be someone else who can carry the sharingan and he can pass his teachings on to. However, he’s going to be doubtful right away (all of these guys are going…because they all have daddy issues).
Fugaku Uchiha, was not the warmest person in the world and it was pretty damn obvious that he favored Itachi over Sasuke. And while sure, Fugaku loved both sons on the inside, he never expressed it on the outside, ya know, where it counted. So Sasuke never really experienced the warm, fatherly, experience. That’s the first problem. The second problem is that his entire clan died (i’m going to keep bringing this up), so Sasuke’s family experience was cut short. And unlike Naruto, Sasuke never had another father figure or positive role model in his life. So he’s pretty clueless on how exactly to parent.
The third problem is that Sasuke is an asshole (love him, but it’s true) and he knows this. He recognizes that what has happened to him completely changed him and his personality. Because of his cold exterior, he realizes that he may not be the greatest parent and that’s not at all what he wants. Of course he wants his child to have the father he never had, but he knows he’s not going to change, that’s just how he is.
And something he would never admit out loud, but he’s scared. Sasuke is constantly scared that one day he’s going to wake up and his s/o will be gone. Now put his child, his own blood into that mix and his fear doubles. He knows the dangers of being an Uchiha, people either A) Don’t like you or B) Want to kidnap you because you have the sharingan. Despite how strong he is, he’s thinking, There’s going to be at least one time when I’m not home and something will happen. History’s going to repeat.
A child also contradicts his mission of atoning for his sins, so he’s having that internal battle as well.
Sasuke and his s/o have good communication, so after mulling everything over he’s going to express his doubt and concerns (not his fear though). He’s going to express it in a nonchalant way so it doesn’t seem like his doubts are THAT big of a deal, but his s/o knows better.
His s/o would tell him that she’s happy and honored to be carrying his child. And she would tell him that if he needs to keep up with his mission for atoning for his sins, then he can, she’s not going to hold it against him. She’ll have to remind him that he did not marry a weak woman and that she can take care of herself. And all she wants from him, is not to change for the baby, but to try his best for it. Those words would be enough to ease the rising tension in his mind. With that said and done, Sasuke is going poke his wife’s forehead
Overall, he’s nervous BUT looking forward to having a child.
He literally freezes in his spot. He doesn’t know where to begin with the news, he has all of these thoughts racing around in his head. Each competing on which is the most important. And ya know which one crosses the finish line first? This one:
“Is it mine?”
His poor s/o is caught off guard by the question and is hurt that he would assume it wasn’t his. “O-of course it’s yours.”
“It’s yours Kakashi, who the FUCK would I cheat on you with?!”
The way she answers his question gives him reassurance that, yes, the baby growing inside his partner is his.
I feel like Kakashi isn’t the type to get married, it’s out of occupational hazard and he doesn’t really see the point in it. So this means that the woman he got pregnant is his girlfriend. Kakashi is the type who wouldn’t want kids, he wants dogs. He already raised enough kids, naruto, obito.
On this Episode of “Daddy Issues” we look at Kakashi’s case. His father killed himself and left his son an orphan. That tends to stick with someone forever. He did have another father-ish figure, that was Minato, he died. He probably hung out with Guy enough to interact with Duy, but Duy didn’t fill in the father shoes. After Minato, Kakashi had to grow up on his own, sans parents. I don’t want to say that he doesn’t know how to raise a child because he sort of raised Naruto and he helped shape Obito, but Naruto and Obito were teenagers. Anything before that he has no clue on what to do, no one ever told him how to prepare for that.
He’s scared (everyone is lmao), this is because he doesn’t know what he’s doing AND because he’s a ninja. Now, he is a strong ninja, but being strong doesn’t stop death, it lowers the chances of it getting you. He’s afraid that he’ll die and leave his child in the position he was in when he was a teenager. Surprisingly, he’s not afraid of what kind of father he would be. He knows his strengths and weaknesses, but he’s very balanced so he’s cool.
Kakashi would sit down with his s/o and talk with them and ask them what she wants. At the end of the day, he can talk about how scared his and how he doesn’t want kids but it’s his s/o’s body so it’s their choice. He respects that.
When his s/o tells him that she wants to keep the child, Kakashi will back them up 100%. He’s not gonna leave them, oh hell no. He would never dream of it. Kakashi isn’t one to panic for long periods of time and he’s a very flexible person, so I can imagine he’ll quickly get over his initial panic attack. That doesn’t mean he stopped being scared, this just means that he has accepted it and he is working through it.
He communicates to his girlfriend better than Sasuke, so he would actually tell her what he’s afraid of. She would reassure him that once you’ve raised a teenager, you’re ready for a baby. And she would stop being a ninja (he’d probably date a fellow ninja) so that their child does not have to worry about losing two parents. Kakashi would fight back on that, but not much because that lifts some of the weight off of his chest.
Overall: When he thinks about raising a baby he gets so nervous he wants to throw up, but he also wants to puke out of excitement
(Better call Pakun so he can calm Kakashi down with his paw)
My poor sandy son
Oh this boy straight up passes out. It’s like the air gets knocked out of his chest, he’s just…stunned.
“Gaara, I have something to tell you.”
“What is it?”
“You may wanna sit down.”
“I’m fine. Now tell me what’s bothering you.”
“…” And after that he passes tf out.
When he comes to, he asks what happened, and when his wife (totally has to be married for this to be a thing) tells him what happened, he freezes. Like Naruto, he does the math and thinks back to fun times that happened in the Kazakage’s office. And then this poor, poor man, thinks back on his own childhood.
Lets start with Gaara’s father. The man sealed a demon inside of his child; he raised Gaara in isolation; he tried to kill him multiple times; he told him that his mother did not love him; and look, I know their relationship was cleared up during the war, but you can’t rewrite the past. Then there was the fact that his entire village hated him for the first 14 years of his life and that he was the target for multiple attacks and kidnappings. Needless to say, Gaara had it rough.
Now, he’s not thinking straight when reliving all of this so he’s thinking about his own child and them living through this. And this honest to god breaks his heart, he wouldn’t want this on his child.
Now, what is Gaara so afraid of? Well, he had a terrible childhood and has only recently learned to love others and to have non-stoic emotions. So he’s afraid of not being emotionally there for his child.
The second thing he is afraid of is them being targeted like he once was. His child is not going to just be his child, they’re the child of the fifth kazekage and the strongest ninja in Suna. He’s afraid of them being the target of many kidnappings and people constantly using his child to get to him.
The THIRD thing he is afraid of his losing his wife. Gaara’s own mother died during childbirth, he doesn’t want his wife to suffer the same fate. And he would hate to be left alone because he would be at a total loss on what to do with a baby.
However, despite all of this, I think Gaara would actually conquer his fears before the child is even born. Gaara wants to be the dad he never had and is going to use everything his father did wrong to his advantage, so he can do everything right. Out of all of them, he knows exactly what he needs to do to prepare himself for a child and I think is the most ready to raise a child. (surprising to say the least)
Once he has this epiphany (cause he doesn’t have time to emotionally check out), he’s going to shoot out of bed and then pull his wife into a kiss. This surprises her because wasn’t he having an existential crisis a moment ago? When he pulls away, he’s going to go on this passionate rant of how he’s going to love his child so much and how he’s going to protect them and make sure he’s the greatest dad in the world. He’ll also go on a rant about how in the upcoming months, his wife will have the best doctors taking care of her and how he’s also going to protect her.
His child isn’t even born and he’s already a doting dad.
What Dad Doesn’t Know Won’t Hurt Him [Daryl Dixon x Reader]
Word Count: 3,154 (why can I not write short one-shots anymore? why am I incapable? help me)
Daryl Dixon x Reader
Request: Could I request a smut where you’re Ricks Daughter and Daryl’s like really stressed so you give him a massage and one thing leads to another and you end up making out and trying to go further but get caught?
Warnings: Language, mentions of scars, fluff, smut, embarrassment
*gif not mine*
You watch out the window of your house excitedly as you see the familiar white truck pull into the main gates of Alexandria, a weight lifted off your chest when you see that everyone arrived back home safely. Daryl, in particular.
Your dad Rick, Michonne, Daryl, and Abraham had all gone out on a run a few days ago, promising that they’d be back within a day. They never returned that night, and you were scared out of your mind that something had happened to them. But seeing them now, all back and alive, you feel ten times better. Your dad is home. Daryl is home.
Yours and Daryl’s relationship is nothing less than complicated. Because you were only a teenager when you two had met, and also since you were Rick’s daughter, he tended to avoid you for the first few years of being around him. You two would only speak whenever it came down to who’s job was what during the run. But after the Governor blew up the prison, and you, Beth, and Daryl had escaped together, yours and his relationship changed immensely. Your friendship bloomed, and ever since then, you’ve managed to remain just as close friends.
Whether you feel more for them that just platonic feelings, though, is questionable. You’re not so sure yourself. On one hand, you two tend to do things that people in relationships would typically do. You would hold hands every once in a while, which was a thing that started back before Terminus, when you two were stuck together. It was a coping mechanism that helped the both of you tremendously- both of you felt like you had someone. Other things, such as the kissing on the cheek and the hugs only started once you had arrived in Alexandria. It took Daryl so long to get used to someone’s physical touch, that when you had started, he became standoffish and awkward. The more you two spent time together, though, the more comfortable he had become with you, and it puts you where you are today.
Kit and Ty think they understand themselves and their worlds, but life decides to shake everything up, meaning that they no longer understand what they used to. They need each other to work out where they need each other to ease their confusion. Friendships and relationships follow.
It starts out with Kit and Ty training together. Soon they realize their feelings for each other. This is my interpretation of how they would end up together. Events take place after Lady Midnight.
He didn’t talk like his family. Hell he didn’t even look people in the eyes. Well, that wasn’t entirely true; he looked into Kit’s eyes. Kit Rook. The one person he felt close to.. It was a sense of familiarity and recognition. It was something he didn’t know how to explain. Nonetheless, he knew one thing for sure and that was that he could see the world in Kit’s eyes.
KITxTY Fluff. It’s been a month and Ty is always sitting outside Kit’s door. One day he asks him inside and Ty seems to have found some comfort in this new boy. And Kit is trying to figure out what’s going on in his head, and he can’t help but find the Blackthorn boy very intriguing.
Ty took a deep breath. “Okay. Well. If you don’t want a book, I understand that too. Sometimes I just want to listen to music. I don’t know what kind of music you like, but I was looking for songs that talked about people who stayed in their rooms, and other people who missed them and wanted them to come out.”
Summary : "I’m not normal,“ Ty told him a month later, as the pair of them tried to catch frogs outside. He said it with the casual air of someone discussing the weather, or pointing out that a shoelace was untied.
Throughout the past month, he learned many things about Shadowhunters, but three things stood clear: One was that Mark and Emma were definitely in a relationship. Two was that he was getting pretty good at being a Shadowhunter, though he’d never admit it. And the third was Tiberius Blackthorn.
Soulmate AU where you can’t see the color of your soulmate’s eyes until you see them. or, the one where Kit can’t see grey until a pair of stormy eyes allow him to see the shining steel of the knife pressed against his throat.
Summary : Tiberius Blackthorn and Kit Rook have each been harboring some feelings for one another, but keeping them to themselves. Eventually, it has to all come bursting out.
“Ty didn’t laugh very often, and Kit had learned over the past few months of being at the Institute that his smiles needed to be cherished. Kit felt his heart warm at the sight of laughter in Ty’s normally stormy eyes.”
Summary : Kit feels lost without the dark-haired shadowhunter beside him (and when had that happened, that he’d gotten used to his steady presence? He hasn’t even been here for a whole day!), but the girl bites her lip, “I was just joking,” she hesitates, and then turns a beaming smile at Kit, “I’m Livvy, Ty’s twin sister.” She goes on pointing around the table, “And those are Tavvy,” the smallest of them all, a quiet boy who seems to be clinging to - “Dru,” -a short girl who’s hugging him, “and that’s Perfect Diego, who’s a Centurion.”
‘Perfect Diego’ sighs, “Please, I beg you all, stop calling me that.”
Livvy laughs, “Right! Anyway, Kit, you’re welcome to sit down wherever you want and have breakfast; you’re one of us, now.”
“I’m not a Shadowhunter,” he grunts, but quietly, “I just want to eat.”
Summary : “You know,” an amused voice says, and Ty freezes, slowly looking up to meet irresistible blue eyes, “I make my coffee hot, but you may just be hotter.”
From his left, there’s the sound of Livvy choking and dropping a spoon.
He flushes, gritting his teeth, “What would you like to order?”
“A cup of you, to go, please, no sugar, you’re sweet enough,” Kit smirks, and Livvy’s giggling now, not even trying to hide it, “And I would also appreciate if you stopped stalking my coffee shop. It just isn’t good to keep meeting like that.”
Ty narrows his eyes, “This war isn’t over until I say it’s over, you truant. One coffee, black like your soul, coming up.” // The Blackthorns have a coffee shop. There’s competition in town. Detective Ty is on the case.
Summary : Livvy grinned wide, and Kit was suddenly struck with how the smile of one twin could feel so different from that of the other. Livvy’s was bigger and brighter, but it just didn’t hold that spark that made his chest feel warm, and full of light. - Kit is now living at the Institute, begrudgingly training to become a Shadowhunter. He would have left already, but his father was dead, and he has no other place to go. His only solace was a dark haired boy who understands the troubles of being an outsider. Kit wasn’t even looking friendship with the Shadowhunters, but he thinks he may have found that and more.
Summary : ( LOS- SPOILERS ) Those were simpler times. Times when his parents were still alive. Times when he had no idea that Mark and Helen were different from the rest of his siblings in any way apart from the fact they were older. Times when he didn’t know he was different either, when he still dreamed of the scholomance. Times when he still had his sister, when he still had Livvy.
Kit and Ty in the training room. Kit learns how to throw knives.
On the RooftopSummary :
There’s not much left that scares Kit, but seeing Ty standing on the edge of the roof and staring down at the ground below has quickly skipped ahead on his list of terrible things.
Melting WingsSummary :
Icarus got too close to things he wanted most in the world, and it killed him. Ty kind of knows how it felt.
CuddlingSummary : Ty doesn’t really know what to do, but Kit’s fallen asleep on his shoulder and no one’s here to watch, so he might as well just stay put.
They sleep in the same room sometimes. Not together. Just… near each other. It’s easier that way.
Uncle Arthur Summary :Kit had never met Uncle Arthur, but he had gotten the gist of the situation from Ty’s uneasiness and Julian’s hushed explanations. And yet, despite all the whispered warnings, he still did not expect to come face to face with raving lunatic.-or-The story of how Kit saves Ty from Uncle Arthur.
You watch from a distance. You watch the sparing in the middle of the ring, and the groups of women that watch it only mildly interested. You move your feet ever so slightly, and the skirt of your dress makes a slight swishing sound. You miss your jeans.
Opening your book you ignore the chatter around you, and try to focus on the words. It’s a bit difficult to understand, you know very little greek. Only the few phrases your mother had taught you through your life. Your grandmother had insisted on a more formal education.
In the six months since you’d come to your new home, you’d been immersed in your studies. You’d learned greek, and the amazon’s history. You hadn’t however, made any friends.
Despite your grandmother’s protests your mother's’ sisters avoided you. If you entered a room, then they left. It stung more than a little bit. As the fighting got louder, and as a result the cheers, you gave up on your book. Leaning back against the column you gave the fight your full attention.
Artemis was someone who liked to win. She was strong and fierce, and she reminded you of your mother in that way. She also tended to be cruel at times. She showed no mercy, and even littler patience. You avoided her to the best of your ability.
As she once again claimed victory you slipped away. Your rooms were near your grandmothers. On most nights she would join you in them, and tell you stories of the Amazons, and of your mother. Tonight however, she was dining with some of her sisters. You had been invited, and carefully rejected the offer.
You collapse on your bed and watch the sun set. When the darkness envelops your room, you shred your dress, and make your way to the locked trunk on the other side of the room. You remove the key from around your neck and unlock it. You carefully remove the workout clothes you had brought from home, and slip them on.
You take a moment to look at the other things in the truck. Other clothes, pictures, and important documents. You close the lid, before you let your mind wander into the past. Dressed and ready you slip from your room and into the surrounding woods.
Your parents had never wanted you near the fighting. They had never wanted you to follow in their footsteps. But being a Wayne, being Batman and Wonder Woman’s daughter brought a special kind of danger to your life that could never be escaped.
Your father had taught you how to move, how to escape and how to hide. Your brother had taught you how to fight. The lessons had been hard and unforgiving, but then again, everything Damian did was that way.
He’d always had sense for these kind of things, of what the future would hold. Unlike what most people thought, Damian was actually a very caring older brother. At least he had been to you. Something to do with blood relation.
All your brothers had spoiled you though. You’d been the baby. Their sister. The one who was never supposed to go through what they had. Yet here you were, running through the jungle on an Amazon island protected my magic.
You run until your legs go weak, and your lungs burn. You go until you just want to collapse. And you do right into the sand. It’ll be pain to wash out of your hair, and an even bigger pain to run back in. But you don’t care. The feel of the sand, and the sound of the waves brings you a bit of peace you hadn’t had earlier.
“You still cling to man’s world.”
You want to curse at the sound of the voice. Any peace you had achieved flies out the window as your body goes tense. You crack open and eye to stare at Artemis. She’s dressed in the same outfit she had been fighting in earlier. There’s still blood on it.
You let out a sigh, “They smell like home.”
“This is your home now.”
You stare up at the woman for a moment, before sitting up, “Could have fooled me.”
“And what is that supposed to mean?”
“That you don’t want me here. That I come from man’s world, and I am a taint upon your precious Amazon blood.”
You see the fire rise in her eyes at the statement, “And who told you that, tell me and I will cut them down.”
You quirk an eyebrow in surprise, you had heard the statement in passing. You weren’t even sure who said it, and to be honest you didn’t care. You’d grown up being the target of every tabloid imaginable. You knew how to ignore things that weren’t true.
Standing up you brush the sand off the best you can before saying, “It doesn’t matter.”
She reaches out and grabs your shoulders, “It does matter you are our sister.”
You eye the hands on your shoulders, and you feel the first flare of anger, as you grip her wrist and twist. You pin her arm to her back, and you’re certain that you can only keep the hold for the few seconds you do, because she’s stunned. She quickly breaks it and turns to face you.
You circle each other for a minute before you both charge. What follows is a knock down, drag out fight. By the end of it you’re both lying on the sand panting. You’re bother battered and bruised, but you’re far worse off than she is. And the only thing you can think, is that you would have made Damian proud.
“You fight well young one.”
You turn your head, wincing as you do so to stare at the woman. She’s already sitting up, and she’s grinning.
You look back to the night sky, “My brother taught me how.”
“And what has happened to him.”
“I don’t know. That’s the worst part. I don’t know if my brothers are dead or alive. Or what’s happening to my friends. It’s the unknown that haunts you.”
Artemis stays quiet for a minute before saying, “I’m sorry that I can’t help you know.”
You laugh, and then groan, “I’m sorry for attacking you.”
“You have spirit little one.”
You smile at the woman, before turning back to the sky. The two of you stay there staring at the stars until the sun breaks through. You don’t talk to the woman for several days after. To be honest you kind of avoid her.
But Artemis is stubborn, and she tracks you down. You’re reading in a tree when that first arrow sores past your head, and embeds itself in the bark. You stare down at the crazy woman whose shot had drawn a fair amount of attention.
“Come little one, it is time for your lesson.”
You do your best to hide behind your book, until you feel the tree shake as she climbs up it. She sits on the branch in front of you and simply says, “You can not spend all your time in books. It would be a dishonor on your mother, and your brother who taught you.”
You continue to stare and she simply says, “You’re small, but you’re crafty. While a direct approach may not work well, a long distance one will. For that you will need a bow and arrow. May your aim be true.”
And between the seriousness of Artemis’ statement and thoughts of Oliver Queen and Roy Harper all you can do is laugh. Because you know your father is turning in his grave. And despite that you take hold of the bow and follow your sister through the now gathered crowd towards the practice field.
The title is for all you HSM fans out there haha ;) Here’s a fic that me and @highladyfxyre did together!! Thank you to the anon for giving us the idea! We hope you all enjoy it as much as we did!!😊❤️
“Come on Feyre, lighten up a little. It’s a party. It’s supposed to be fun.”
Feyre didn’t deign to reply, and instead cradled her drink, casting a less than impressed look at her friend, who was clearly eyeing up the brunette on the dance floor.
“You can’t sit in the booth all night, Fey. Besides, there’s a guy over there who’s definitely interested.”
Feyre rolled her eyes at Mor. “I’m sure that’s not true. And even if it was, I’m not interested in hooking up with anyone tonight.”
Mor sighed. “Fine. But at least come for one dance with me. It’s New Year’s Eve, after all!”
As if that changed anything. As if the fact that it was nearly a whole new year meant that she should forget about Tamlin, or the fact that she didn’t know how her father was going to pay the bills or -
Feyre downed the rest of her drink.
Maybe Mor was right. Maybe she did need to relax, even just for one night.
You turned your attention towards Rosita as she
drove and let out a deep sigh, “How can I not be when we’re headed out on
an assassination plan? Without my dad even knowing…” you told her before
looking out the window once more.
It was noon when Rosita told you that it was
going to be the big day. Rick and the rest were out to prepare for the upcoming
war with the Saviors, so it was probably the only time that you and Rosita
could head out without being questioned.
“We’re not messing up, we can’t.” it
was all that Rosita said.
The fact that you were out on a top-secret
mission wasn’t the only thing bothering you. It was of course, the entire plan
that Rosita came up with. She wanted to kill Negan and you, of all people,
agreed to help her out. You chose to side with your family, it was the right
thing for you to do but for some reason, it felt so wrong.
Prompt 9 between Bruce and Bat Fam where perhaps Bruce was magically transformed into something else, be it angst or comedy. I need more fic with Bruce bonding with his kids.
This didn’t turn into exactly what you wanted, and I’m sorry about that. But I have some problems working with specific prompts like this sometimes. I swear my fingers have minds of their own sometimes. I hope you still enjoy!
This is set a few weeks after Bruce comes back from being lost in time.
“How many times have I told you not
to run down the stairs, Dick?” Bruce says when he hears feet stomping down into
the Cave. His head is pounding something fierce, and he’s lying on a medical
cot. Must have gotten hurt on patrol then. Wouldn’t be the first time. He only
pushes himself up when the steps falter at the bottom of the stairs, and then
Because that’s not Dick. That’s—he doesn’t
know who that is, but it’s not his
son. A young man, maybe seventeen or eighteen, with dark hair and blue eyes
that sport dark shadows underneath, is standing at the bottom of the steps. He’s
also extremely pale, and he’s staring at Bruce like he’s just seen a ghost.
“Who—” is all Bruce manages to get
out before the other cuts him off.
“I’m just gonna go get—get Alfred
and the others,“ the teen says, blinking rapidly. And before Bruce can respond
(like ask how the hell this guy knows Alfred, or why he’s in Bruce’s secret cave), he’s gone. Up the stairs
and into the manor.
It takes a few minutes for Bruce to
make himself move from the medical cot and tumble over to the stairs. He’s just
about to try and go up them when the clock above him opens and he hears a
Bruce’s vision wavers, and only
once he steadies himself does he look up to find—Dick. But not Dick. Because
Dick is eleven years old, and this man is clearly only a few years younger than
Bruce himself is. If that.
“Dick?” he asks, his brow
furrowing, and No-Dick supports him when he wavers again, leading him back over
to sit on the cot. “Or are you—you can’t be John.”
Not-Dick sucks in a sharp breath,
and no. Bruce would know those bright blue eyes anywhere. This is Dick. This is
his son. But somehow, he’s in his twenties, not his little boy who’d just
celebrated his eleventh birthday. It looks like Dick’s aged fifteen years in a
night, and that’s when Bruce’ circling mind really starts working overtime.
Summary: The reader is raised by Hydra but manages to escape after they kill her parents. She is emotionally unstable and can’t control her powers. The Avengers rescue her and give her everything she missed form life and wanted to feel. But would her new found love be enough to extinguish her desire for revenge? What would be the side she would choose to rely on?Will she be ready to face the real her?
A/N: I’m so so sorry for posting it so late. I hope you like it and i promise to post the next part soon. I want to thank you all for the support. I have no idea how I got so many followers because of this story ♥ Please tell me what you thing :3 Enjoy!
“I detected something.”, the captain informed
the others, “Her helicopter is just below us.”
“I don’t want to ruin your moment but there’s
nothing below us.”, Tony stated as he went closer to Steve and looked at the
“She must have activated the invisible shield
so we cannot see her, but the ship is on the ground.”
The passengers put their seatbelts on while
Steve landed the helicopter. Once they were outside, the Avengers were greeted by the frightening
view. Wanda looked away and covered her mouth, Steve just closed his eyes for a
moment. Everyone was stunned. Vision was
the first one to reach the bodies of the dead children.
“I understood now why she had decided to
come.”, Nobody else dared to speak. The grey and icy place filled with death
and ash shouldn’t be disturbed.
“We better go.”, Clint broke the silence.
Pointing out (Y/N)’s steps formed in the ash, the man led the avengers towards
“It’s all in my head. You are not real! You
cannot be real!”, (Y/N) kept saying this out loud but more to herself rather
than to the people in front of her.
“Oh, sweetheart. We are more than real.”, the
woman couldn’t stop grinning but from what was hard to be said. She was sitting
on a chair with her legs crossed and a file in her hands. She had shoulder long
brown hair. Her face looked young, with sharp features and sleek skin. The only
thing giving away the ages were the wrinkles on her neck. (Y/N) looked again at
her, trying to believe what she had heard. Her brain was against all of this.
It whispered her that everything was an illusion, a false reality she should
not believe in but once she met those grey eyes of the woman she knew. She knew
that that was the reality, that the woman and the man in front of her were indeed
“Family.”, the man spoke, “Our family is
“My parents died some months ago. I saw them
“You think we would really do this!?”
“You can be our daughter but we won’t risk our
lives and mission because of you.”, the woman, whose name was Amanda, informed
the girl. Although the words hurt the witch, she gulped and tried to understand
the whole situation.
“Then why did you do that? I don’t understand
anything!”, finally the power of her voice came back, “Why was I locked here
and tortured while you were able to stop it!?”, with each world, her tone was
getting louder and louder.
“We didn’t want to.”
“Wha- ”, (Y/N) tried to protest, to shout, to
cry, to do something but she couldn’t.
“I thought you could have at least inherited my
intelligence but no. Just like your father. Never knowing what’s going on.”,
Amanda stood up and went to a near table. It was far but the girl was still
able to see what was on it – nothing good.
“The kidnap, it was all fake. We planned this
for months and I’m happy it went well. I was scared the civilians would scream
and try to help you but the money we gave to the soldiers was enough to stop
the people. It’s amazing what money can do to humanity, don’t you think?”, her
mother was still with her back towards the girl and (Y/N) wasn’t able to see
what she was doing.
“Why did you bring me here? Why did you lie to
me and did this thing?”
“You were, how old, six or seven? I can’t
remember and I don’t care. Too young but still old enough to understand it. We
are the leaders of this base, (Y/N)! We were given time and recourses to
achieve our mission. Thinking about what would happen to you never occurred to
me, to be honest. I thought only about the success. And when you were the only
one showing a problem with your abilities I was obliged to do everything to
“Didn’t you feel sorry about doing this to me?
To your daughter!?”, (Y/N) screamed and the floor shaken slightly due to her
powers. The woman laughed and turned
around carrying and injection with a green substance in it.
“No.”, Amanda said calmly and sat on the chair
opposite her child, “Torturing you was the only way to keep you alive. So you
better thank me not blame me.”
“You should have let me die.”, (Y/N) calmed
down her rage, “You have no idea how many times I wanted this. How many times I
was so close to ending my life. And you could have stopped me only because you
need me as a weapon. I desired to see you again, to hug you and hear the words
‘I love you’, to tell me that everything was fine and we could go.”
“You should stop living in such a fairy tale.
Life isn’t like that.”, her father spoke which made the girl look at him. He
had been here for the whole time and after the first seconds she had forgotten
“You must look at the big picture not at the
details. You are a weapon, my weapon and I will use you whatever it takes. When
you escaped I hoped you have died somewhere so no one would understand about
you being a failure. I didn’t want to lose my head because of you being a
disgrace. But I was wrong.”, the woman stood again and start walking towards
the girl. (Y/N) was moving in order to escape and get away from that person she
was supposed to call mother, “You have no idea how blessed you are for being
trained by the avengers. Now, your powers are raging inside you, ready to
explode and ruin everything. I cannot miss such an opportunity, darling.”,
Despite her soft hands, the grip on (Y/N)’s face was strong enough to make her
stop moving. Seconds later the girl felt a strong pain in her neck as the
injection had went though her skin. It didn’t take much until the liquid had
reached her brain. The things in front of her were blurring and spinning. She
blinked several times but it didn’t get better. The girl tried to use her
powers but had no energy for that.
“What are you doing to me?!”
“Something we are very popular with –
brainwashing.”, the envy smile was the last thing (Y/N) saw.
“Why aren’t there any guards?”, Peter asked as
the avengers reached the base.
“I think they were occupied with (Y/N).”, Tony
stated, “Jarvis scanned the building. Some are coming towards us but most are
deep down probably protecting something, or somebody.”
“So, Clint, I, Tony and Bruce will make you a
way and keep the agents occupied. You go.”, Nat announced.
The group waited until Iron man, Black widow, Hawkeye
and Hulk cleared their way. Once it was done the others broke into the base
without any problems. Steve and Vision took left, while Thor, Wanda and Peter
took right. They were walking in silence as every one of them was immersed in
their thoughts. Nobody was surprised by the fact Peter didn’t speak. They all
knew how close they had become and the fact that Peter was in love with the
girl. The avengers were so happy for them, especially Wanda and Tony. For Tony
Peter was like a son. He loved him although he tried to cover it with his
sarcasm as he tended to do. Wanda felt (Y/N) as her own sister and was glad to
see her adapt with the avengers and slowly falling in love finally able to feel
like a normal teenager with superpowers.
“Now…where?”, Thor questioned. They had three
options – along, left or right.
“I’m for left.”
“You can sense her?”, Peter asked filled with
hope but Wanda’s answer ruined his beliefs.
“No, Peter. See the mountain of bodies.”, Thor
and Peter looked left and saw the whole corridor covered in blood and dead men.
Peter was shocked. ‘Had (Y/N) done that?’, he couldn’t believe what he saw and despite
the view, he wasn’t going to give up on her. He knew she was dangerous but
everyone needed to be shown a path of good and he was willing to give it to
“Let’s go, we are running out of time!”, Peter
was running through the bodies not caring about them. The little witch was the only thing in his
head. Wanda and Thor kept up with him until they reached what they were looking
“It’s not working.”, an angry voice reached
(Y/N)’s ears. She was in that condition when you are neither asleep nor awake.
She was and wasn’t here. She knew she was under an opiate. It created so many
illusions that kept her on the edge. Real and Surreal. What should she trust?
She kept seeing Peter coming but not rescuing her. He had been telling her she
was a monster, weapon, dangerous. That he was ashamed of her and he never meant
the lovely things he had said. Deep inside she knew it wasn’t true but the
words…He, real or not, was right. She was a killing machine, not deserving love,
“Why isn’t it working, Samuel?”
“I – I don’t k-know.”, the man stuttered, “I
tested it several times and it worked.”
“I need it to work on everybody! I will make it
on my own.”, a sound of a gun shooting echoed through the room. It affected
(Y/N) and she slightly opened her eyes for some seconds. The woman was nearing
her carrying another injection in her hands.
“Calm down, darling. We are not finished,
yet.”, Amanda was inches away from her when somebody started beating the door.
The woman turned around and when she realized what was about to happen, she
hurried to inject the girl. The needle was in her neck when the door broke and
flew across the room. Amanda crouched in order to keep her face safe.
When Peter saw his precious girl tied on a
chair looking dead and with an injection in her skin, he ran towards her.
Taking the needle out he tried to bring her back.
“(Y/N), (Y/N)! Hey, listen to be sweetheart!
I’m here, you are fine.”, but the girl was drugged and the effects of it
weren’t disappearing that fast.
“Don’t you dare move!”, Wanda shouted. Peter
turned around and saw a woman holding a knife and struggling to get out of
Wanda’s magic hold.
“What have you done to her?”, Peter screamed at
the woman but received a laugh. The boy turned around to face the girl and
“You can’t save her.”, the tone sent shivers
down his spine. Something in the way she had said that made him believe the
spoken. ‘No!’ He was going to save
her, to protect and care about her and nothing was going to stop him from that.
Peter took one of (Y/N)’s hands and put
it on his shoulders trying to keep her up. As he was about to call Thor for
help he saw him falling on the ground. Wanda loosened her magic grip on the
woman with the knife in shock. The woman used this opportunity and stuck the
cold weapon in his thigh. Screaming in agony, Peter lost balance and was going
to fall on the ground but with the other leg he managed to stay up. (Y/N)
groaned at those movements. Peter’s muscles were on fire. He had experienced
worse things and holding a girl wasn’t supposed to be hard for him. As Peter
was struggling with taking the knife away, Wanda was fighting with agents that
had appeared without the three avengers noticing. Thor had been hit by a device
that knocked him out. Using her powers, Wanda was doing good but for now.
“Peter, hurry!”, but the boy’s scream made her
look away. She saw that the woman had injured the spider-boy. Scarlet witch
didn’t know what to do and the seconds it took her to decide, she felt her body
paralyzing and falling on the ground.
Spiderman saw his two partners lying on the
floor, (Y/N)’s body seemed heavier and heavier with each minute passing.
“Peter.”, (Y/N) murmured and tried to open her
eyes but still in vain.
“Karen…help.”, but the voice in his suit wasn’t
“I told you boy.”, the woman that had attacked
him was now in front of him and grinning with satisfaction, “The knife was
poisoned, that’s why you are feeling so weak.” , Peter found it hard to breathe
and stay up.
“We-”, he spoke but fell on his knees dropping
the girl’s body, “escape.”
“I don’t think so. Tie them!”, Amanda shouted
at the soldiers around her. The four superheroes’ bodies were being dragged
while the (Y/N)’s mother was muttering something.
“What would be better that having the avengers
as our own bitches?”
No, I chided silently, staring around the pitiful shack, blank. I had left with a heart: I’d left with Bree, the love of my second life, and that little heart had kept me tethered to life until I’d found myself again.
….but the heart with which I’d entered? That was no more.
They were still here, watching me from the
damp, dark corners of the cottage: the fragments. I could feel them. Aching.
Yes, this is where you left us. You made it out, but we
remained. Here we shall remain, now that…
My body was a no-man’s land. On the one side, grief: staggering in detail…unending…ripping me to shreds with every breath; on the other, utter nothingness: numbed oblivion…the absence of anything human. One force would rise up to charge, emboldened, and then be summarily routed, annihilated. The process would reverse and repeat over and over, leaving nothing but a throbbing, bleeding stalemate between. Mutually-Assured Destruction.
I closed my eyes and swayed, my arms limp at my sides, a finger searching for the mark at the base of my thumb.
‘I want to take away your touch with me.’
A past me had said that, here within these walls.
‘…to have something of you that will stay with me always.’
Only, nothing was ‘always.’ Not even that.
True, I could see it, still, the faintest of white lines forming the letter J; but any palpable scar had vanished into the smooth landscape of the skin.
Strange: I had never once allowed myself to acknowledge that fact. Doing so now—It plunged me into a cold, chill darkness, where only my terror was heard. Over the years, as I felt it fade, and fade, and fade, I had let myself cling to the fantasy of ‘always’; had permitted myself to never actually touch the spot, nor look at it—only to tell myself it was there, to cling to the safety and comfort of this one, tiny delusion. Yet, the cruel reality was that Jamie’s last touch was now no more than a photograph: a single moment in time, captured in the record, visible, but with no dimension. An image. A hint at a memory.
Jesus H, Christ, but it’s the *memory* that matters, Beauchamp, so stop being foolish. You’re a physician, damn you: you should know better than anyone that scars are *supposed* to heal. It doesn’t change anything. It doesn’t change the memory.
Yes, the body, so perfectly adapted to regenerate and prolong us, will do everything in its power to erase the imperfections life inflicts upon it. The platelets will descend; the threads of fibrin will lash and bind; the white blood cells will attack infection at the breach, keeping the small hurt from becoming fatal. It is how we—physically, fundamentally—go on.
The body cannot comprehend that its healing power, that very erasure, is a wound in and of itself; that our hurts and imperfections might be nothing less than our deepest desire; that even pain—
‘…I don’t care if it hurts; nothing could hurt more than leaving you.’
“Wrong again, Beauchamp,” I whispered, my voice catching. This could hurt more. Leaving him again, half our lives gone; facing the remaining half alone….and that, after rising from loneliness up to a great peak of hope—only to—
But you know he’s alive, this time, Beauchamp. You know he’s happy! You know he’s going to live to be an old man, perhaps to see his grandchildren. For Pete’s sake, you maudlin creature, surely you can agree that that fact makes this day far better than the eve of Culloden.
….but I didn’t expect to endure anything of the like again.
But now you *shall* endure it, Beauchamp. Now, you move on.
‘Move on?’ How?…. I can’t even move from this spot.
I blinked hard up at the ceiling, fists and teeth clenched, tears falling. “Damn you, Jamie, how did you bloody do this?”
He’d been so brave—so fucking brave in those final hours under this roof. He’d known that he must send me away, must do so because it was the best chance for me, for our child. He’d touched me; roused me; smiled for me; reassured me; joked and laughed, even, as best he could. He had been strong and HIMSELF, to the end.
And here I was
twenty-odd years later, leaving by the very same route for his sake, for his chance for a good and happy existence, just as genuinely assured in my conviction as he—falling apart.
How had he remained in one piece? How the bloody hell had he managed to say goodbye without even shedding a tear, damn him?
‘I would sleep once more this way—holding you, holding the babe.’
Because he had known for a fact that he would die the next morning. He wouldn’t have to live with that emptiness, with a broken heart, or so he had supposed; and so he’d kept his tears at bay because he knew I would. I had to go on, and so he’d rallied for my sake, presented himself to me as a man calm and at peace, so as not to make my task—my grief, the reality that I would have to be the one to walk away forever—any more excruciating than it already was.
So brave. Strong.
I would do the same for you, Jamie, if it fell to me. I hope I could be strong for you.
But if there were any grace that had been granted to me, in this final, broken chapter of our story, it was that I was spared having to look my love in the eye as I gave him up to a better life;
that I, at least, could let my tears fall freely.
A sudden draft stirred my flimsy skirt, bringing me sharply to awareness. I shivered against the frigid air, mindful through my disorientation of how sharply my knees ached. The light outside had shifted since I entered the cottage. The sun had long since disappeared behind the horizon, leaving only the dim grey-pink of November twilight.
Time, Beauchamp. Walk out the door. Only a quick walk up the hill, and it’s over. No sense in prolonging it any further.
It was time; and I found myself moving with purpose, though not toward the door.
There, at the back wall, in that opening where the boards had long since fallen away, I stood, silent and still. Snowflakes—scattered, sporadic— brushed my cheeks, but I paid them no heed.
The very last place I’d seen him; felt his touch; felt him within me.
The damp, rotten wood felt so soft and smooth under my bare palm. Warm. Living.
‘Name him Brian…for my father.’
“Come find me, will you?” I whispered to the wind, forcing a smile. “When we’re both gone into what comes after, c—”
My throat closed.
I pictured seeing the outline of a tall, etherial figure, in that after-place…and seeing his arm circle around the waist of a small woman; the both of them stretching their arms out toward two little girls, running to them.
Would he even see me?
‘I will find you….
“I shall hold you to it, Jamie Fraser.” I rubbed my thumb once over the plank. “Til then, my love.”
It was a much more strenuous climb than I remembered. The icy, twilight air stung my lungs as I gulped it down, the burning in my muscles only heightening the sensations of grief, of panic, of regret, and loss. I wanted to let myself fall, there on the slope, and weep, just sleep until I vanished into nothing.
But the thought of Bree’s face kept me going up that hill, step after aching step.
You’ll see her, soon.
Only a hundred yards more.
You’d prepared yourself to never see her again, and now you’ll have years and years
A/N: This is not the last part! In fact, it’s far from it! I plan to write much more after this, so please don’t stop looking for new parts of this story after you finish this one! I’m sorry it came out a bit late. I hit a small bit of writer’s block, but all is well!
Warnings: Angst, description of injury (heart issues, internal bleeding, etc.)
Jason felt like something was being ripped out of his chest as he watched through the window of your hospital room door. He could hear your muffled screams, even through the shut door, and each one weighed on him heavily. He didn’t realize that he was crying until Bruce pried him away from the door, and he tried to hell him to let go.
“Jason, calm down,” Bruce implored, placing his hands on Jason’s shoulders. “You need to calm down.”
“But- She- I- She- She’s dying,” Jason spoke through sobs, taking in shaking breaths and letting out weak cries.
“We don’t know that,” Bruce said, trying to reassure his son, despite the fact that he was just as distraught and unsure as Jason. “She’s going to make it.” As soon as he said it, he regretted it. He regretted every empty promise he’d made Jason since this nightmare had begun. But he couldn’t let Jason know that. Not now.
Doctors hooked up all new machines to you as you writhed in pain on the hospital bed. You continued to cry out through the tube, tears streaming down the side of your face. You didn’t know what was happening, but you knew that it hurt like hell.
You were sobbing and screaming through the tube. The pain was something you could only describe as lightning coursing through your veins, and, God, you wanted Jason to be by your side right now.
You felt a sharp prick in your arm and a pressure spreading out from the place where you’d been poked. Suddenly you felt tired, so tired. All you could do was close your eyes and pray that you would get to open them again. But in the moment you shut your eyes and drifted away, it occurred to you that it wasn’t just Jason you wanted to see again, but your family. Your brothers and sisters and Alfred and Bruce. What you wouldn’t give to have your brothers by your side, telling you that it was going to be okay. That you would live.
But you didn’t have much time to think it over as you slipped into unconsciousness.
Jason felt his blood run cold as a long electronic beep, muffled but audible, sounded from the other side of the door.
“No,” he whispered weakly, eyes going wide. He felt like he was frozen in place. “No.” Slowly, shakily, he turned his head to look to Bruce. To look to his father. “No.”
“No. No, no, no, no,” Jason muttered. In that moment, his world came crashing down. He barely registered what was going on around him, Bruce shaking him, trying to get him to calm down, the shouting of the doctors, trying hard to resuscitate you. Suddenly he was acutely aware of how cold the hospital halls were, and how bright the white lights were, and how loud his own heartbeat could be when it was racing faster than he could comprehend. It felt like his head was underwater. He was drowning. He was-
“Jason! Jason! Listen to me!” Bruce’s gravelly voice seemed to cut through Jason’s hysteria like a knife. “Listen to me.”
Jason looked up at Bruce, bloodshot and wide-eyed, tears freely falling.
“Listen to what’s happening in there, okay? Listen. Just listen,” Bruce tried, once again taking Jason by the shoulders and looking him dead in the eye.
Jason nodded and turned his attention towards the door of your hospital room, his breath still shaking with diminishing sobs.
“Clear!” The sudden sound of the defibrillator decharging resonated from the other side of the door.
Jason momentarily looked back at Bruce when he felt a hand on his shoulder, but quickly turned his head back to look through the small window of the door, praying that you would come out alive.
“Clear!” Again there was the thunk of the defibrillator releasing its charge, but it was followed by another sound.
Jason was sure that the soft, steady, electronic, beeping rhythm was the most beautiful sound that he’d ever heard.
A couple of minutes later a nurse walked out of your room and into the hallway, looking relieved. “She’s alive, and so far she’s stable.”
Jason didn’t know if he was supposed to smile or cry. Instead, he fell back into one of the chairs and let out a long and shaking sigh. “What- What happened to her?” he asked, trying to regain his composure.
“The internal bleeding cause an irregularity in her heart, but we managed to regulate her heartbeat,” she explained, maintaining a calm and even quality in her voice.
“Is it- Is it going to continue to be an issue?” Jason held his head in his hands, still trying to wrap his head around what was going on. This was all happening so much faster than he knew how to deal with.
“We think we’ve fixed the internal damage but we’re going to keep an eye on her for a few more days,” she elaborated gently.
“A-alright,” Jason replied, sighing. “When- uh- when can I see her?”
“It’s going to be a while longer, sir,” the nurse told him. “We’ll let you know.”
“Right. Thanks.” Jason exhaled slowly and squeezed his eyes shut. The situation finally began to set in and he was starting to process the long term consequences that this entailed. “Oh my god,” he mumbled. “Oh my god.”
“Jason?” Bruce tried, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder.
“How could I have let this happen?” Jason asked himself. “I- I almost got her killed. That should have been me in there. If I had waited five minutes to ask her to go or if I had just picked a different road-
“There’s no way that you could have known that at the time, Jason. There’s no way that you could know now that leaving a few minutes later or choosing a different road wouldn’t have the same result,” Bruce reasoned
“This could ruin her life,” Jason argued in a broken whisper. “I could have ruined her life. She’ll be off patrol for weeks and what if this happens again? But- but I’m not there to take her to the hospital. What if-”
“Jason. Calm down. There are always going to be a million what-ifs. She doesn’t need you doubting yourself right now. She needs you to be there.” Bruce felt like a hypocrite giving such advice. Listening to Jason’s words was haunting for him. Haunting because that doubt was the same as the doubt that consumed him every time something happened to someone he cared about. Maybe he understood Jason better than he thought. Maybe they were both built for blame.
“Yeah. Yeah, okay,” Jason agreed, despite the fact that he was still riddled with guilt.
About twenty minutes later, the nurse walked back out of the room, wearing the same sympathetic smile as before. “You can go in and see her now,” she said.
Jason nodded and stood, then went to enter the room, followed by Bruce. Softly, he pushed the door open. He made his way back to the chair by your bedside and sat down, Bruce once again taking the chair by the door.
You were unconscious still, and the breathing tube had finally been removed. Somehow you seemed more peaceful than the last time he’d been here. Maybe it was his own tiredness, lulling him into a false sense of serenity.
But despite the sense of peacefulness in your rest, Jason took painstaking notice to the red, angry scars that marred your face. Even with what Bruce had said to him, he felt accountable and it made him sick. It hurt to know that this could have been avoided.
He brushed his thumb over your cheek, thinking that you really did look serene with your head rested gently against the pillows and your mouth parted slightly as you breathed in and out.
You stirred at his touch, and slowly your eyes opened and met his
“Hey,” Jason spoke in a hushed whisper, smiling gently as he looked at you.
“Hey,” you croaked, giving your own weary smile in return and letting out a long sigh.
“You scared the shit outta me, you know that?” Jason chuckled softly, gently tucking a lock of hair behind your ear. “You really need to quit doing that.”
“Sorry, Jay,” you said with a playful, yet still tired, smirk. Your voice was scratchy and weak. “Can’t really help it.”
He hummed in response, his hand still not moving from the side of your face. “Do you need me to get you anything?” he asked, running his fingers through your hair.
“Some water would be nice,” you replied, closing your eyes and humming at the feeling of his warm hand against your skin.
“Okay,” he said, kissing your forehead tenderly as he got up, and went off to get you a bottle of water from the hospital cafeteria.
Once Jason had left the room for the time being, you noticed Bruce sitting by the door.
“Hiya, Bruce.” You greeted your father-figure in jest, your voice still quiet and weak.
“Hello, (Y/N),” Bruce responded, his smile laced with a strange combination of sadness and relief.
“You can come and sit over here if you’d like,” you told him, and nodded to the chair by the side of the hospital bed.
Bruce nodded in return and stood up, moving to sit by your side. “How are you feeling?” he asked, still wearing that mournful smile.
“Like my heart just stopped,” you answered bluntly, earning a small laugh from Bruce. “I guess I feel better. I’m still tired, though, and I really wish this would just end so I could go home.”
“I can understand that. This hasn’t been easy for anyone,” Bruce said. His gravelly voice was comforting, making you feel safe. Like you were back at the manor with the family.
“I’m gonna talk to Jason about it, but I want to stay at the manor for a while after this. I- This has made me think a lot about our family, and I’ve realized how much time I’ve spent away. I want to come home for a little bit, you know?” you told him, turning your head to look over at him.
“You–both of you–are always welcome,” Bruce replied.
You looked over Bruce’s soldier to see Jason re-enter the room, water bottle in hand. “Hey, Jay,” you acknowledged, smiling at him. You couldn’t help but noticed how tired he looked, how his shoulders slumped and how his weary smile didn’t quite reach his eyes.
Bruce looked back to where Jason stood and got up, allowing the younger man to return to your side.
“Hey, (Y/N),” Jason greeted as he sat back down. “I’ve got your water.
“Thank you,” you sighed, once again closing your eyes as you exhaled.
“You okay?” he asked, furrowing his brow in mild concern.
“Yeah. I’m just pretty tired is all. Think you could help me with that water?” you asked, mildly frustrated that you couldn’t even drink water on your own.
“Sure thing,” he agreed, twisting open the cap on the bottle.
“I’m sorry that I’m making you do this, Jay,” you apologized, looking up at him pitifully.
“Hey, don’t worry about it, okay? Just take it slow.”
Jason held the bottle up to your lips, slowly tipping it to allow you to drink.
Bruce smiled softly to himself as he watched Jason interact with you. He noticed how Jason showed a gentleness with you that he hadn’t seen him display anywhere else. It gave him the reassurance that as long as Jason had you, he was grounded.
After a while, Jason had settled in at your side, and was reading you a book that Bruce had brought for him from his old room in the manor.
You didn’t really know what was going on within the story. Maybe you would have understood the book better if you weren’t so drowsy, but you didn’t really mind. Jason’s voice was comforting.
He reached a pause in the book and Bruce cleared his throat. “I think I should be getting back to the manor. Call if you need anything from home. I’ll visit again tomorrow. Would you want me to bring the family, (Y/N)?”
You nodded, giving a small smile. “That would be nice.”
Bruce nodded in acknowledgment and said goodbye for the day.
Once Bruce had left the room you turned to Jason. “Hey, Jay?”
“What’s up, babe?” he answered, setting the book down on the side table gingerly.
“It’s okay if you don’t want to, but do you- do you think we could stay at the manor for a little bit once I’m out of the hospital?” you asked, giving the best puppy-dog eyes you could from your position. “It’s just that I miss our family and I want to be near them a little more often, a-and I figured it would get really lonely in our apartment, especially when you’re gone, and-”
“Hey, I understand and I agree. That’s a good idea,” Jason said, agreeing to your suggestion surprisingly quickly. “I want there to be someone to take care of you when I’m not at the house.”
You gave the biggest smile you’d given since before the accident. “So you’re okay with it?”
“Yep. I am one-hundred-percent on board,” Jason replied, leaning over to give you a gentle kiss on the forehead.
“I really wish this whole thing could be over already,” you commented, referring to the nightmarish events of the past few days.
“I know, baby. Me too,” he agreed. “Do you want me to keep reading to you?”
“Yes please,” you answered with a tiny nod.
Jason smiled and picked up the book again, flipping it open to the page he had left off on and beginning to read again.
You fell asleep peacefully, lulled to rest by the comfort of Jason’s voice. At least for now, things were looking up.
“Can you get down?” Taehyung asked, holding the ladder for you steady. You were worried you were going to fall flat on your ass, but it didn’t matter at this moment. You just wanted to get down out of sight and to Emily’s party. You didn’t drug your bodyguard for nothing.
“Hold on, I’m jumping!” You braced yourself as you stuck your legs out from the ladder and jumped. Luckily, Taehyung caught you.
“Awh Tae, such a ladies man.” You winked cockily as you were set down. You brushed your dress off, happy everything was left in tact and snaked your arm around Taehyung’s.
“Aren’t I amazing Taehyung, could you do that?” You asked, smirking.
Taehyung was the boy next door who you grew up with. Your parents both worked in the same…business. Taehyung and you got each other, you had each others backs in times like these. All you really wanted to do was just go out and have some fun, but being apart of the countries greatest mafia families had its problems: enemies grew from every thorn, and you were one of the greatest roses to target.
You were from a family that had been in this business since 1809 when the opium trade was rife. Your family had a series of alliances with the British, jotted somewhere in the history books as one of your ancestors amassed fortunes spanning Asia. Over time, enemies had grown in great numbers and they targeted those close to the current head of the entire family. Three years ago, your father was given the role of head and you were on the list of most targeted people in Korea, if not South East Asia.
“I’ve been given more freedom than you Y/N and you know that.” Taehyung said, taking you to the car he had parked.
Snapping out of your heritage thoughts, you figured Taehyung was right. Some things never changed, including how conservative the people in your world could be to their daughters. Tae, while restricted had the freedom to go out and live his life like any normal 21 year old could; provided he had a gun tucked away under his pocket and security detail following him not far off.
You on the other hand, were expected to be a rose in a steel glass cage. Sheltered, monitored, protected, guarded- you name every protectionate word and you were supposed to be the object of its affection.
Request: “Ayo there! :) so like I’m 13 (a fetus ik) and since you know the gang is all 15 I was wondering like if you write imagines for Billy? You know, Georgie’s brother? Like where the reader is reallly shy and the gang except Billy and like shes shy because Penny killed her whole family lexcept her abusive dad and Billy finds out and makes her stay at his house and he talks to her about Georgie and sabouqqqqlp about her older brother and it ends in cuddles and fluff? If u write for Billy? Thanks😘”
Pairing: Bill Denbrough x Reader
Warnings: Mentions of death
A/N: (Y/L/N) = Your last name and I changed up the request a bit. It just makes more sense for the whole family to be killed off and not her. I’ll probably have a part 2 for this once I finish all the IT requests in my inbox!
It was supposed to be a fun family trip. You, your mom, father, older brother and older sister decided to walk through the woods. It wasn’t very big it was a small area but it was still beautiful and you and your family loved it. There was even a huge rock where you all could jump off of and land in the nice cool water of the lake.
Everything was going great until something started to move in the bushes, it was making noises. Your family was scared and so were you it didn’t take very long until you all started running together trying to back it back to your family car to go home, but that would never happen.
Suddenly you tripped and you swore you felt the root of a tree trap you to the ground. It was over your waist strong enough for you to not be able to get out of it. Your family rushed over to you trying to pry the root off but it wouldn’t move. How on earth could the root of a tree just move on it’s own?
Your question would soon be answered when you and your family heard a maniacal laughter. Everyone turned around including you even though you were still pinned to the ground you managed to turn your head to the side. That’s when you saw it, a red balloon, and fiery orange hair.
“Mr and Mrs (Y/L/N) as well as both of your elder children have failed Derry, Maine and for that you must pay.” The voice said.
Your family turned their heads to you their faces full of disappointment and guilt. You shook your head trying to tell them to fight the monster who wanted to kill them but of course they didn’t listen.
“It’s okay Y/N we do deserve this.” Your mother said as she knelt down next to you.
“Yeah we did horrible things.” Your brother continued and your mother just nodded in shame.
“We have no right to live after everything we’ve caused.” Your older sister frowned.
“You’re going to be okay Y/N we’ve been horrible parents you don’t deserve us. We did bad things to other people behind your back.” Your father said as he wiped away your tears.
“No no it doesn’t have to end like this.” You cried out.
“Yes it does little sister and we’ve been horrible siblings. Once you find out what we all did you then you’ll understand.” Your sister said as she took a step back.
“No stop this isn’t goodbye.” You were sobbing hysterically at this point.
You tried to remove the root of the tree but it was still no use it was like someone was making the root stay in place.
“Alright I let you say goodbye I never let my victims do that so let’s get this feast started. I promise your little girl will be okay. I’ll take care of her better than you all ever did.” The same voice hiding behind the tall grass said.
“Goodbye Y/N we love you.” Your whole family now waved goodbye at you.
After that everything happened so quickly you saw as the person ripped your dad and mother’s hearts out then dragged their bodies into the tall grass. You didn’t see anyone though that was the problem it looked like the person was invisible or something. You could only hear them being devoured.
Then your siblings, they were crying as they heard and saw how your parents had been killed and were now being eaten. Your siblings held hands awaiting their fate together and soon it came. Their necks were suddenly snapped, their bodies fell to the ground and their bodies as well were dragged into the thick grass.
“No, no, no!” You screamed as you cried hysterically.
Your entire body was moving and shaking like crazy as you tried to get the stupid root of the tree off of you. As you continued to struggle and cry you heard the person who had killed your family starting to walk towards you. You were paralyzed with shock when you laid your eyes on the murderer.
It was a clown. The fiery orange hair and red balloon guy had a full clown suit on and red and white face paint. In the middle of his large puffy white and slight gray suit he had red pom poms on it.
“It’s okay Y/N it’s okay you’re safe now.” The creature said as he knelt down in front of you.
“How can you possibly say that when you just killed my entire family in front of my eyes! Just finish me off like you did with them why don’t you!” You sobbed.
“I had to, for your own good. I don’t want to eat you because you deserve to live. I want you to live.”
“And that’s all he said to me. After that he removed the root of the tree that he had put there to keep me in place and I ran away without looking back. I just couldn’t believe it, I still can’t.” You frowned as you finished telling Bill your tragic story.
“I’m s-so sorry Y/N I d-didn’t want t-to make you feel b-bad.” Bill stuttered out as he scratched the back of his head.
“Don’t worry about it. It’s okay.” You said smiling lightly as you rubbed Bill’s arm and he nodded.
Once you became Bill’s girlfriend his stuttering stopped. It only happened when he would tell you something that made him nervous or when he felt guilty but that was all.
“One more thing I’m glad you’re alive and all but why would Pennywise of all clowns let you live why did he tell you that he wanted you to live?” Bill asked.
“I don’t know. I never got the answer. He kills children, he killed your brother so why of all people would he let me live?” You asked.
“I guess both of our questions will never be answered. Since he didn’t let Georgie live I’m glad that at least he let you live even though it’s so strange.” Bill said.
“Gee thanks.” You huffed rolling your eyes playfully.
“You know what I mean silly.” Bill chuckled as he ruffled your hair.
“Just making sure. But seriously thank you it means a lot.” You giggled as Bill sent you a sincere smile.
“Now it is raining outside so how about we watch a couple of movies and eat junk food.” Bill suggested.
“And cuddle?” You asked.
“And cuddle.” Bill stated smiling at your twinkling eyes filled with joy.
“I’d say I’m in!” You squealed excitedly as you hopped onto his bed and laid down.
Bill soon followed you and quickly wrapped his arms around your waist as he turned the TV on. You laid your head on Bill’s chest listening to his heartbeat, it was moments like these that you were incredibly thankful that Pennywise had spared your life.
Little did you know he was always watching and he too was glad that he had let you live.