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Watching You Without Me

Relation: Dick Grayson x GN!Reader

Warnings: Hardcore angst, death, potential to make you cry, idk I just got really sad writing this.

Words: 0.6K

Summary: "I think the worst part of me dying was watching you live on without me."

A/N: Short and sweet little blurb. Also, requests are open now so feel free to send stuff in or just chat. Anyway, feedback is always appreciated so let me know how you like the story.

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I think the worst part of me dying was watching you live on without me.

Watching your first kiss after I had left and seeing the guilt you felt once you’d done it. Running home you locked yourself in the bathroom where you cried for hours. You were suffocating without warm arms to hold you, to hush your broken sobs. 

Her lips weren't my lips, but you pretended they were. You pretended and you shouldn’t have. Now I have to watch you helplessly drown in a puddle of your own sorrows.

Watching your first date after I had left was refreshing. A part of you was trying not to smile, almost as if your conscious could see me looking over your shoulder. After a while though, you couldn’t hide it anymore, and neither could I.

You took her to the same place I first showed you. A small pier looking over the harbor, in sight, was the place we first met. Young love was idealistic and quick, naive but strong. That's what we were when we met. 

Neither of you could sit down as the sun set over the horizon. You were both captivated by the scene and by each other. Bright hues of pink, orange, and yellow painted the sky I didn’t dare look up. I knew if I looked, I would be right back to that night, all those years ago.

The night you told me you’d love me till the day you’d die. Unfortunately, I died first.

Watching your first ‘I Love You’ after I had left was like salt in my bullet wounds. I tried to be happy for you, I really did, but now the memory of my voice grew hazy. The picture of us on your nightstand now lay refuge deep in your closet, along with the rest of the things that reminded you of me. You weren’t ashamed of me. Were you? 

Echos of apologies left my mouth, though no one was there to hear me. I could scream, cry and thrash around, but no one could see me. All alone, no one could love me. 

I was lost in the living man's word, forever tied to something I couldn’t have. Is this what I get for leaving you? Forever cursed to follow something I couldn’t have? Was this the price for giving you a second chance at life? For letting you learn to love without me?

Watching your first proposal brought tears to my eyes. Empty streams poured down my face and I couldn’t stop them. I wasn’t sad, nor was I jealous. 

At the end of the pier where you'd shared your second kiss with her long ago. Now you were down on one knee, stars in your eyes when you saw the blush rise to her face. The waves crashed against the beach as your lips crashed together.

You were going to marry the love of your life.

Watching your wedding I looked down on you with a proud smile. Grinning ear to ear you couldn’t stop yourself from smiling, staring at your soon-to-be wife walking down the aisle. You looked at her with the same love you used to look at me with. I would be lying but your eyes were brighter now, a new type of sparkle within them.

‘Young love’ doesn’t last, they say, and they are always right. I know I was just a stepping stone  on your path to get to today, but I’m happy I could be a part of your journey. As you said your vows, I could feel my grip on our story loosen. 

I never stayed because you needed me. I stayed because I needed you, even if I had to watch you fall in love with someone else.

I taught you how to love, and you taught me to let go.

A/N: Please let me know how you liked the piece. Constructive criticism is always appreciated!

Could you write a Wally West (Young Justice) headcanon, when his Future child with comes to the Present?

Wally West when his Future child comes to the Present

Dick Grayson Ver. | Jason Todd Ver. | Tim Drake Ver. | Damian Wayne Ver.  | Bruce Wayne Ver.

Conner Kent Ver.| Artemis Crock Ver.| Roy Harper Ver.

It was no secret that Wally was madly in love with you

Well, no secret to everyone else

To you?

You probably wouldn't have known if Wally proposed to you

Why?

Well because Wally practically proposed to everyone

Before he decided to get serious about you of course

But you didn't know that

And you didn't even know how serious it was

Besides, you weren't on the team so Young Justice could turn into Love Island

You were here to train and help people

Hence comes the age of Wally's hopeless pining

Let's be honest here

Wally is such a simp that it's not even funny anymore

He's willing to do practically everything for you

And he's so easy to please

Like you smile at him and he'll be on cloud 9

No joke

No one on planet earth thought Wally would ever be so head over heels

But they stand corrected

Ever since you came into his life

It's only been you

Wally can't explain it

To be honest he can't even understand it

But he knows that his heart does 360's whenever he looks at you

And all he wants is your happiness

The team try and convince you at times that Wally isn't the same person that he used to be

Sometimes they want to tell you how madly in love with you he is

But Wally always stops them before they do

He doesn't want you to know

Part of the reason is because he's scared of rejection

The other reason is because he doesn't want things to be awkward

He doesn't want you to feel guilty for rejecting him

He doesn't want you to feel pressured to accept his feelings

He'd much rather be crushed by his crush than make you feel even a fraction of what he did

For the moment, he was fine admiring you from afar

Of course, that all changed when the incident happened

Now this isn't your first rodeo so if you read my previous parts on this yall already know what happens

One day when the team was having a beach day

Wally was taking a breather and eating a hot dog on the shore

Calmly watching you play in the ocean

You were so happy and excited

He was smiling brightly just watching you

Your happiness was his happiness

"Dude, you've got it bad."

His head snapped up to see a boy who looked eerily similar to him

Red hair, green eyes

Another Allen? Again?

His mind was already whirring a with super speed

"What?"

"That girl? Your eyes were practically going to fall out of your head."

Wally blushed

"I wasn't staring that hard."

"Are you kidding? If you were in a cartoon (haha I make jokes) your pupils would be hearts and the phrase 'Awooga' would've come out of your mouth."

The kid continued to smirk at Wally before offering his hand

"I'm Leo."

"Wally."

He laughed, "Yeah I know."

"What?"

"Never mind. So, you're madly in love with this girl?"

And so, Wally pours out his heart and soul to some stranger on the beach

Not to mention the setting sun is super romantic

Leo is super attentive, listening carefully to everything Wally says and doesn't make any interruptions

Not even when Wally starts gushing about how beautiful you look in the rays of the sun

Even when Wally starts lamenting about how he's going to be alone for the rest of his life

By the end of the talk Leo gives him some advice

"Ever think of a huge gesture? Something to show her that she means something else to you than the others?"

"Hm? Like what?"

"You have superspeed genius. Take her somewhere she wouldn't be able to go otherwise. My opinion, take her someplace that brings a lot of nostalgia to her."

"I don't know...what if she doesn't like me that way?"

"Just trust me, you guys are meant for each other."

Now Wally doesn't know why exactly he's putting blind trust into some stranger

It's so unlike him

He's also so methodical and smart about things

More of a trust your mind than your gut kind of person

But even then, he found himself believing this random person he found on the beach

Wally took his advice seriously, promising that the next time they see each other, he would have at least tried

And he came through on his promise

One day Wally asked you if you were free and you said yes

Not knowing that Wally was just going to grab you bridal style and superspeed somewhere

He took you to a fair by your hometown

One of your favourite places on earth

And the two of you spent the whole day together

Going on rides, eating at each and every food stall you could find

Only in that order because you didn't want to throw up

Playing carnival games, going to the haunted house and house of mirrors

And of course, the grand finale, watching the fireworks from the Ferris wheel

"So, why the sudden outing?"

Wally shrugged, "Just wanted to do something special with you."

"Something special as friends? Or something else?"

He blushed, "Well, I mean, if you want it to be but there's not press—"

You couldn't even let him finish before throwing your hands around his neck and kissing him hard

Nothing beats hearing actual fireworks in the background and actually being off the ground in the Ferris wheel while kissing Wally for the very first time

Wally thanks Leo for the start of your relationship

He didn't think he would see him again after that

Honestly began thinking that Leo was some sort of guardian angel or something

Or cupid

Until one day he shows up again in at the cave

Everyone was immediately on attack mode

Until Wally saw who he was

"Woah! Guys stop for a second! He's my friend."

They all stop attacking because Wally vouched for him

But that still doesn't explain how he got in there

Or why

"So, what exactly are you doing here."

"I kinda need the plans to Uncle Bart's time machine."

"Why would you need that? And what do you mean Uncle Bart?"

"So, I can get back to my time? My parents are probably freaking out."

He tells you about how he's from the future and he got zapped to the past through some warp hole or something

And he needed the plans to Bart's time machine to go back to his own time

"So, how'd things go with that girl?"

Wally outright beamed and you just looked mildly confused

"Girl? What girl?"

Cue Wally wrapping his arm around you with a giant proud smile

"Things went very well."

It was then you realized you were the girl he was talking about and blushed

Leo on the other hand smirked

"Great. I hope you'll keep this in mind when you want to ground me."

"What? Why would I ground you?"

Leo doesn't answer your question, just smirks and holds out his hand to you

"I'm Leo West. Nice to meet you, (Y/N) West."

PLOT TWIST lol not really cuz we all knew it

You're in utter disbelief

How is he so blatant

Now you can see the resemblance to Wally

And Wally is damn near a heart attack

Cuz like? You marry him? Have a kid with him? He can't compute

"So, you mean to tell me that you're my future son?"

"In the flesh."

"Huh. Damn I guess I have better genetics than I thought."

And Wally is just simultaneously flustered and agitated that you're not more triggered than he is and in utter adoration of you and how cool you are

And everyone is just like she didn't react because she's emotionally stunted and traumatized

And Wally is like shh she's amazing let me love her

Even though Leo was totally blatant about his name and the fact that you and Wally get married and stuff

He seems a little reluctant to tell you about the future

Which you understand

Besides, it's not like you wouldn't find out eventually

You help him build the time machine so he can return home

And you learn much more about him

He's the spitting image of Wally but is more brash and unfiltered than he is

And that says something

Leo's mouth works faster than his brain

And that's abundantly clear within the first 5 minutes of meeting him

He says some mean and straightforward things sometimes

But you know that his intention is never to hurt you

He just has problems framing his sentences in a non-offensive way

Eventually you do send him back

And you'd take about 20 years before you'd find out what happened on the other side of the time machine

But I'll tell you anyway

"Mom! Dad!"

"Leo! Oh, thank goodness! I thought I was going to have a heart attack!"

You grabbed him in your arms, checking him over for injuries and kissing every inch of skin on his face

"Mom, I'm fine, stop slobbering over me."

"Well, I'm glad you are fine. Because you're grounded for a month."

"What?! I get you both laid and I get grounded for a month?!"

"You're right. You're grounded for two."

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Incorrect Young Justice Quotes

Young Justice x reader

Wally: *screams*

Dick: *screams louder to establish dominance*

Kaldur: Should we do something?

Y/N: No I wanna see who wins

Artemis: Is it hot in here or is it just me?

Y/N: It's you, you're hot

Artemis: *blushing* W-What?

Y/N: What?

Artemis: So what's it like dating Wally?

Y/N: Imagine dating a civilized, calm, mature person

Artemis: Yes?

Y/N: Now throw all of that out the window

Wally on 17 different types of energy drinks at 3am: I am fire, I am embers, I am DEATH!

Y/N, trying to sleep: A fucking nightmare is what you are

Y/N: Remember when I said you were too friendly M'gann?

M'gann: *making a cup of tea* I am not

Burglar: Two sugars please

Y/N: This is what I meant

Y/N: You two are like drugs

Dick: You can't live without us?

Wally: We're addicting?

Y/N: You're both wildly expensive, I love you despite common sense, and the will to kick you both to the curb lessens the longer you're with me

Dick: Thanks....

Wally: Love you too babe

Dick, learning to drive: What would happen if I press the gas and break at the same time?

Y/N: *sarcastically* The car takes a screenshot

Wally in the backseat terrified: I would like to get out of the car now

Tried and True

WHUMPTOBER 2023 DAY FOUR: Prompt - Hiding an injury.

Fandom: Batfam/DC/Young Justice

Summary: During a fight with Bane you get critically injured but leave it hidden from your brothers. When they find out, it's a race against time to get you back to the safety of the manor. Warnings: Bullet wound, blood loss, near death experience, surgery, cursing. Word count: 2.8k Note: I'm super excited about this one. That's all i'm gonna say :)

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Bane fired three shots down the alleyway. They ricocheted off the bricks, clattering to the ground with a metallic ping. Dick Grayson hid crouched behind the lip of a building overlooking the alleyway, his mask pulled tight over his face. He watched with cautious eyes, surveying the villain before him. You were hunched over on the opposite side of the street dual daggers pressed firmly into the palm of your clammy hands. Damian and Jason lingered nearby, Tim opted to survey with his older brother. He had his bo staff hooked under his arm, ready to draw back and swing at any second. 

“I know you’re out there little birdies.” Bane sung, drawing out his steps as he paced the length of the alley. “Why don’t you come out for a little chat?”

He fired another round of bullets, this time up into the sky. Your little brother cast a look at you from your left, you held out a warning hand.

“Nightwing?” You asked into the coms quietly, careful not to draw unwanted attention. Even though Bane was outnumbered 5-1, he was still extremely powerful and if he caught one of you off guard, you would be in some deep shit. 

“We need to wait until he gets to the end of the alley. There’s a fork. We can flank him from both sides.”

The five of you watched intently as he walked, monotonously slow. When he was a mere few steps away from the end of the alley, Nightwing gave the signal and the five of you sprang into action, disguised and protected by the thick plating of your vigilante suits each specified to fit your needs. 

Landing roughly on your feet, you jumped from the building, reading your daggers in front of you. Your brothers formed a circle besides you, trapping bane between the three exits. He grinned manically.

“Finally! I thought I was going to miss out on all the fun.” 

He hoisted his gun up onto his shoulder and eyed the five of you up. The look on his face was mad; cynical. His eyes glistened beneath his mask as they settled on Robin. He fired, releasing a fresh wave of bullets, but the youngest was small and quick enough to slip away, behind a crate. 

With his back turned, Red Robin took his chance to make a move on Bane. He swung his staff in an arc, swiping at the giant's feet in an attempt to knock him to the ground. He wobbled, but spun around and knocked him out of the way, sending him flying into a nearby pile of junk.

“Red!?” You called out through the coms.

There was static as he shuffled around, coughing slightly as he tried to recover from having the wind knocked out from him. “All good.”

You moved next, Robin at your side. Using the walls, you propelled yourself towards Bane, trying to swing your dagger and lodge it anywhere on his exposed chest, only to have to skid across the floor as he swung his arm out to hit you. Although you weren’t successful, Robin had managed to get in a well placed slice along Bane’s torso. He had been aiming for the thick tubes which pumped him full of venom, but he wasn’t so successful. 

The five of you went many rounds with Bane, swinging, slicing and dodging as you tried to get the upper hand on the giant man. Though despite being outnumbered, he had still managed to get his own in on the five vigilanties. Red Hood was suffering a twisted ankle, and Robin had a trickle of blood running down the side of his temple where Bane had managed to strike him.

“Raven!” Nightwing hollered “Flank left.”

You retreated back round the alley with your eldest brother, twisting and navigating in the dinginess to flank him from his other side. When you returned, he had Tim pinned up against a wall, gasping for air and flailing, his feet struggling to scrape against the floor. You picked up your pace, feet slapping against the concrete. You swung, leaping high into the air and bringing your daggers down in a large sweeping motion, it lodged itself in one of Bane’s tubes, staunching the flow of venom pumping into his veins. You rolled across the ground and onto your feet, skidding against the asphalt as you dodged another swing that caught Robin instead. Nightwing was suddenly flanking from Bane’s otherside, cutting off the rest of the venom’s flow. Pulling Robin to his feet, he raised his katana.

With a signal from your brother cracking out over the coms, you gripped your daggers tighter, shifting them into a more comfortable grip in front of you. The humming of Dicks escrima sticks filled the alley. There was a beat, then you all charged, using bane’s weakness to your advantage. He took a large slice across his abdomen and a shock to his body. He roared, releasing a round of bullets into the brick. Dropping like a sack of flour the five of you pressed your body to the ground, trying to dodge the lethal pieces of metal he flung your way. And that was when you felt it, a raw indescribable pain that radiated across your body above your right hip. You stifled a cry, biting your lip beneath the cover of your mask. Your breath shuddered as you rose, trying to ignore the dark red patch that bloomed across the front of your suit. You readied your daggers, trying to conceal the wound with your arm. You were hoping that the cover of the darkness would help disguise it from your brothers. 

From his place on the ground, Jason fired at bane, distracting him from Tim, who swung his bo staff again at his feet, this time bringing him to the ground. Stepping forwards,you pressed your dagger to his neck, not hard enough to draw blood, but hard enough to get the message across. He howled and grunted as Nightwing and Red Hood made quick work of securing him with rope they had stored on their suits, then delivering a quick blow to his head to render the giant unconscious. 

Nightwing took a step back and sighed, dropping his twin fighting sticks to the ground. “Is everyone ok?”

There was a chortle of agreement between the comms. You sheathed your daggers in the hosters at your hip, groaning as your fingers brushed against the pulsating wound. 

“Call B, tell him we have Bane.”

“Copy.” You said, flicking through the channels on the comms to call your father. He answered gruffly, signifying that he would be on his way on his way over as soon as he could. You heard the rumble of the batmobile in the background. 

“B’s on his way.” You told your brothers, changing the coms back. “He’ll be here soon.”

You glanced down at your stomach, still oozing blood, crossing his arms in front of you, trying to hide the growing patch and keep some pressure on it. You could feel the warm, stickiness against your skin clinging to the fabric of your suit. You couldn’t feel the exit wound, piercing the back of your flesh. Just the thought of the bullet still lodged inside of you made the pain worsen tenfold. You just had to hope that you would get back to the manor in time to stitch yourself up. 

~~~

Left, Right. Left, Right.

You had never been more glad to see the silhouette of the wayne manor, illuminated by the lights from the many windows that had been left on whilst you were out on patrol. You were trudging back slowly with your brothers after finishing up on patrol and ensuring that The Bat had bane secured and was taking him to Arkham. Your steps had grown sluggish, your vision doubled and your breaths uneven as you tried to keep up pace with your brothers, only to end up falling behind anyway. Your whole body ached, but nothing compared to the stabbing pain near your hip. You pulled your hand away from where you had been discreetly keeping pressure on it. Your head spun as you took in the sight of the blood dousing your hands. 

Left, Right…

Not much further now. You told yourself as you forced your body to keep pressing forwards. Home was so close but felt so so far away. You made your shaky legs push on, but with your hazy vision you swayed on your feet. 

Dick turned around, noticing your absence besides him. 

“Raven?” He asked, stopping in his tracks. His panicked tone alerted the rest of the boys. 

You were leaning on a nearby fence, trying to regain your composure.

“I- I’m fine. I just need-” 

Left…

Your body gave out beneath you as you tried to push yourself away from the wall, you were swallowed by a blinding pain; hot and inflamed as you collapsed in on yourself. Jason, the closest to you, rushed forwards before your body could collide with the hard asphalt. He laid you down tenderly so that your head was lying down on his lap. Dick was by your side patting down your body for the hidden injury, followed quickly by the other two.“Raven?” Damien stared at you with wide eyes. 

“Shit.” Dick cursed when his hand skimmed the tear in your suit, pulling it back with his fingers coaxed in your blood. 

You cried out in pain, eyes flying wide. 

Damien gripped your hand tightly, wincing at your pained expression when Jason hastily tore your mask away. He wiped away the tears which stained your cheeks. 

“AH!” Your face twisted when Dick ripped apart the fabric of your suit to get a better look at the wound; circular and ugly, only around the size of a penny, but it was already an angry shade of scarlet and was leaking more blood than you though you had in your body. The fabric which had matted with your blood tugged at your skin. You squeezed Damian’s hand tightly.

“R, what happened?” 

“...Shot.” You forced out. 

Jason reached around the back of your suit searching for an exit wound then cursing loudly when he failed to find one. “It’s still in there.”

Dick cursed. “Okay. Tim?”

The boy looked up meekly. 

“Grab the emergency pack, we’ll need tweezers, bandages. Something for the pain.”

“On it.”

“Damien? Call Alfred, tell him we need help, stat.”

Hesitantly, the Wayne let go of your hands and scrambled to get his phone. Tim was rushing back over with the supplies. 

“Y/N? This is going to hurt okay?”

You nodded feebly, head lolling around in Jason’s lap. 

“Hood, keep her awake.”

Jason took your head in his hands and angled it up to face him. Your eyes were fluttering closed.

“Hey, look at me, keep ‘em open kid.”

Your eyes opened in fraction as you listened to your older brother's words, though you were in a pained daze, only registering the pain in your side.

They would never forget the inhuman scream that pushed its way past your lips as Dick dig the tweezers into the wound. The pain was indescribable as your fingers clawed against the ground. You writhed in Jason’s hold, squirming away from the onslaught of pain. Dick cringed. 

“Tim, keep her still.”

His hands were like cold vices on your arms as he pinned you down, trying to keep you still as his older brother rummaged through your body. Your screams had morphed into horse shouts by the time he finally got the bullet out. But then came the burst of agony as he pushed his hands down as hard as he could on your wound. You whimpered.

“I know. I know Y/N I’m sorry.”

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you began to lose a grip on consciousness. Black dots danced in your vision.

“Hey. Stay with us!” Tim patted your face. “We need to move fast.

Jason leaned you up against his chest so his brothers could wrap the bandages tightly around your stomach. Damien had returned, informing them that Alfred was on his way. Once the bandages were secured, you were laid back down in Jason's chest, eyes fluttering. Damien returned to holding your hands, rubbing his thumbs back and forth across the flat of your hand. 

“Stay awake, Raven. Talk to us.” Tim prompted.

You were silent for a horrifying moment, before muttering out a few words. “...I’m sorry.”

“No. None of that. You’re gonna be fine.”

“I love you all.”

Your breaths were becoming shallower and you struggled to get the air you needed into your lungs. The black spots began to take over your vision. 

“We love you too, Y/N. So, so much.”

You hummed contently. Your body had begun to go numb. 

A dear ran down Damien’s cheek. You reached up to wipe it away as your older brother had done to you mere minutes ago.

“It’s okay.” You hushed. “It doesn’t hurt bad anymore.”

The two eldest vigilantes swallowed thickly, sharing a wide eyed glance between each other. That was when Alfred turned up, and the next minutes went by in a blur. The boys could do nothing more than watch as they whisked you away into surgery, praying that you would pull through. 

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Dick watched as you began to stir. Your face twitched and you shifted uncomfortably. He had his much larger hand wrapped around yours, and had done for a few hours, insisting that he stay with you. You were his baby sister after all. Bruce had tried to send the other to bed, but like Dick, Jason had insisted that he should be allowed to watch over you too. Bruce was about to protest, but he couldn’t dismiss the distraught look plastered on Jason’s face. He had no doubt that the youngest two were lingering around somewhere, minds too full of opposing thoughts to let them succumb to the sleep that their bodies begged them for. Damian had kept trying to sneak in before being dragged away by Bruce. 

The room had been silent for a few hours as they watched your chest rise and fall. The surgery had been hard on your body, and for a while no one was sure that you were going to pull through. Albeit there you were lying pale but showing signs of waking up, on your bed.

  Alfred and Bruce were frequently in and out of your room where you lay hooked up to all sorts of machines that made Jason cringe. His head was resting on the side of your bed by the hand that Dick wasn’t nursing. His eyes had begun to droop shut as the early hours of the day crept around, when you shifted the let out a pained whimper. When he turned his head, he was greeted by your striking eyes. 

He scrambled off of the floor and into the chair that had been pulled up by your bed. “Y/N? Hey.”

“Boys?” You blinked, your head still groggy from the anaesthesia.

The eldest boy gave your hand a reassuring squeeze. “Yeah kiddo. We’re here.”

Trying to sit up, the tug on your stitches elicited another cry of pain. Instinctively, both boys helped you sit up. 

“Take it easy, little bat.” Dick told you as you gingerly pushed back the sheets. Your hip was bound tightly in a white bandage. “He got you good.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?” Jay pressed. “You could have…”

“I-”

You were cut off by the sound of the door shuddering open and a pair of your ‘not so little anymore’ brothers' heads peeking around it. They were hesitant, glancing around the room until you gave them a gentle smile.

“Y/N,” Damian rushed into the room, wrapping you tightly into a hug. 

“Hey Dami.” You murmured into his ear. 

He was suddenly ripped away from you by a grinning Tim who chided “Hey, be careful with her, you demon spawn. It’s my turn.”

You chuckled as he pulled you desperately into his arms.

“I’m so glad you’re okay Y/N/N. I was so scared.”

You frowned, hoarse voice breaking as you spoke. “I’m sorry-”

“Damian.” A haggard voice sounded from somewhere in the hallway. It was followed by a pair of heavy set shoes. “How many times do I have to tell you to get back in bed-”

Bruce stopped abruptly at the sight of his children crowded before him. His eyes were clad with dark bags and his hair was unkempt on his head. 

“Hi Dad.” Your voice was barely a whisper, but he heard it nonetheless. Pushing past his sons, he was at your side in less than a second. 

And that was when the reality of the whole situation hit you. Tears threatened to spill from your eyes.

“Dad. I’m sorry. I- I wasn’t thinking.”

“Shh.” He hushed. “This isn’t your fault. This is no one’s fault but Bane’s.”

“But-”

“Listen to the old man for once little bat. All that matters is that everyone is still together.”

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<- DAY THREE ⛤ DAY FIVE ->

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Lost and Found

Pairing: Young Justice!Jason Todd x Fem!Reader

a/n: i've loved young justice since I was like 8 and i recently rewatched it again and i was disappointed that they didn't let dick or tim realise that jason was right there. so if i can't have it, imma make it. also, i've been writing on the web version of tumblr and i always make the text on my post small and i just realised that the small font on the app is miniscule 🤏🏻. so sorry to anyone who i may have given myopia to. TUMBLR STOP EATING MY DRAFTS! also don't forget to like or comment in your enjoyed! this takes place in season 3 episode 6 'Rescue Op'.

Conner broke down the door.

"This is why you don't go in unprepared." Dick mutters as you and the others rush into the prison cell. "Now, hold still." Brion and Forager grunts as Dick pulled out the control devices on the back of their necks.

"There you go, girl." Conner pats Sphere after he tore down the chains holding her in place. "You gotta figure the Shadows are on their way," You peered out of the door down the hall.

"Then let's go!" Dick orders, urging everyone out of the cell and down the dark hallway. You and the others ran down the winding paths in the dark, relying on Oracle's directions to escape the base. When Conner kicks down the final door, you see the so-called 'Sensei' some bald guy with Apokoliptian tech and a red-hooded ninja.

The group glared tensely at the trio, preparing for battle. Dick, ever the meditator, steps forward. "We just wanna leave," he says, hands up in a placating manner.

"Your trespass must be punished," Sensei declares, waving his glowing blue sword menacingly. You almost laughed. "Wrong answer." Conner growls as everyone kept into action. You faced off with the red-hooded ninja, blocking his katana slashes with your own. Somehow, this felt...familiar? It was like you fought with this person before. It almost felt like...

It's impossible, you told yourself firmly. He was dead. You just hadn't gotten over it yet. You got your head back in the game and started lashing out at the ninja with your own moves. With a clever strike, the ninja's katana clatter to the ground a few feet away. "Ha!" You exclaimed triumphantly. A bit too soon, perhaps. The ninja lunged towards you striking your blade out of your hand. You winced. "I guess we're doing this the old school way, then," you got into a defensive position. The ninja jumps towards you, aiming a punch which you blocked with your forearm, ignoring the sting that ran down your arm.

He then did something that made your blood run cold. He did a roundhouse kick , followed by a punch. Your mind was whirling. Bruce thought us that move...

Taking advantage of your distraction, he lunges towards you pinning you onto the ground under him. You yelp as your back hit the hard ground. Instinctively, you wrap your leg around his waist and rolled over, causing you to be onto of him. The ninja's hood and fallen off in your little tussle, showing a familiar head of messy black hair. You eyes widened.

It can't be... He's dead. Jason's dead.

"Jason?" You wavering voice whispered. The ninja flinched, his movements coming to an abrupt stop. With shaky hands, you reached for the mask covering his eyes, lifting it slowly. Beneath it, you see sickeningly familiar teal eyes. "Jason? B-but how? You're dead..."

"Enough." Ra's Al Ghul's voice echoed in the garden, causing all the fights happening to stop. Jason snatched the mask from your hand and put it back on, hooking his legs around yours and flipped you over, causing you to crash against the ground. Jason got off you and went to stand by his apparent master's side, leaving you shell-shocked on the ground, trying to process what had just happened. Dick rushed to your side. "Are you okay? Are you hurt?" He asked worriedly.

You could only shake your head wordlessly, your mind still too shocked to come up with coherent words.

"Well, young man, are you proud of this little debacle?" Ra's Al Ghul smirked. "I believe the detective will be quite disappointed." He glanced at Dick. Dick growled in response. "I assume you came to recover these children?" Ra's continued. "Take them and go."

"Not without my sister, Tara Markov!" Brion bellows. You smack a hand to your head. Seriously, this man has more anger issues than Conner when you, Dick, Wally and Kaldur first rescued him from Cadmus. "We know the League of Shadows has her!" He continues.

You zoned out for the rest of the conversation, your eyes locking onto somehow-resurrected Jason's form. As if he could feel your gaze on him, his head turned to your direction before turning away again.

As Ra's Al Ghul and the others engaged in a tense discussion about Tara Markov, your mind couldn't escape the overwhelming shock of seeing Jason once again. He was supposed to be dead, lost to the relentless grip of the Joker, and yet here he stood, seemingly loyal to the League of Shadows. The flood of emotions and memories rushed over you like a tidal wave.

Flashbacks of your time with Jason during his Robin days, his cheeky smile, his reckless enthusiasm, the secret, sweet moments you both shared, and the unwavering loyalty he showed to his comrades filled your mind. The pain of losing him all over again was too much to bear.

As the conversation with Ra's Al Ghul continued, you couldn't help but feel a growing sense of hopelessness. You had come to rescue Brion and the others, but now your heart ached for something else entirely. The prospect of reconciling with Jason, the possibility of bringing him back to your side again, seemed like an unattainable dream.

"Get out." the annoyed voice of Ra's snapped you out of your thoughts. As the others group together to get their bearings before they leave, you made your way to Jason, tugging on his arm to face you. "Jason..." Your voice was quiet, broken.

"Ah, it seems like you have found out who he is," Ra's chuckled. Anger rose within you as you whipped towards him. "What did you do to Jason?!"

He chuckled again, unbothered by your outburst. "Nothing, in fact, I have done you and your little Bat family a favor."

"By brainwashing him?!"

"He's not brainwashed, he's just...learning right from the beginning." Ra's shrugged.

You scoffed. "And that's supposed to be better?!" You stepped forward angrily, ready to bash in his skull. Jason grabbed your arm and shook his head silently. He tugged you away from the crowd and came to a stop behind the trees out of everyone's sight.

He took off his eye and face mask, leaving his face bare for you to see. He whispered your name, something that you have not heard in a long time, something that you used to desperately wish you would hear again. "Look," He begins. "I'm fine, okay? I'm perfectly fine-" You tug him into a fierce hug, squeezing tightly.

"You're not okay," You sniffle. "I missd you, so much..." Jason hesitantly wrapped his hands around your considerably shorter frame, squeezing lightly. "I-I missed you too," He mumbled, burying his face in your hair and pressing a kiss on the crown of your head.

You pull away, looking up at him. "Do...you think that things can go back to they once were?" You asked quietly. "There was something I didn't get to tell you, before...you died. I-"

Jason cuts you off by grabbing your chin and pulling you into a kiss. It was a tentative, cautious one, his lips as light as butterfly wings. He was waiting for you to take the initiative. You pressd your lips against his, hand snaking up to grab at the hai at the base of his neck, cuasing him to groan softly. His hands snake around your waist as he tugged you closer to him, your bodies flushed against each other,

In that moment, the world around you seemed to fade away, and the only thing that mattered was the connection you had with Jason. It was a connection that had never truly broken, no matter how much time had passed.

As the tension built between you, Jason's lips met yours in a hesitant, tender kiss. It was a kiss that held a confession of emotions too strong to be expressed in words – love, regret, longing, and the hope for a second chance.

When the kiss finally broke, you both pulled away, but your eyes remained locked onto each other's. It was a silent acknowledgment of what had just transpired – a rekindling of a connection that had been lost in the chaos of life as a vigiante.

Jason's voice was soft as he spoke, "I never thought I'd see you again."

You smiled, tears glistening in your eyes, and replied, "I never thought I'd see you again either, but I'm glad I did."

The moment was broken by Dick calling out your name. "Where are you? We gotta go!" You looked back at Jason, placing a hand on his cheek. "I'll come back for you," You whispered. "I promise."

Jason gives you a slight nod. "I'll be waiting. I...love you."

You kiss his cheek, stepping back. "I love you too, so much." You push the branchs of the tree aside, half stepping out into the light. "'I'll see you soon."

a/n: part 2? ;)

Yandere Dick Grayson/Nightwing Headcanons (romantic)

Dick is extremely charismatic and knows just how to make you feel comfortable when in his presence. He’ll lure you into a false sense of security and once he’s got you where he wants you then his true colors will start to show.

He has no problem inserting himself in his darling’s life, even before they’ve started a relationship of any kind. It’ll start small; maybe you’re seeing around more often, running into him while running errands. Then he starts popping up all over. He’s even bumped into your friends or even your parents. Which is odd given that you don’t know how he knows who you’re friends or family are. It wouldn’t be much of a surprise that Dick would be a stalker. He’ll know things about you and the people in your life that you never even knew. And he’s not ashamed of using whatever information he can to his advantage. Maybe that’s how you met in the first place? Him blackmailing one of your friends into introducing him to you wouldn’t be a far reach.

Dick is very self serving in his obsession. He wants what he wants and he’s going to take it. No matter who it hurts. That doesn’t mean he can’t be more considerate of/towards his darling. It doesn’t last long but it does happen every so once in awhile. Especially when he feels he needs to reel his darling back in.

Dick can get very temperamental. For the most part he’s conscious of his environment and the people in it to not make a scene, hiding his burning rage but once it’s the two of you he’ll drop the mask and all hell breaks loose. Dick will both say and do horrible things. When he’s like this, when his emotions get the better of him, he will be more likely to hit his obsession. He excuses it as being a ‘in the spur of the moment’ kind of thing but that doesn’t take away from the act itself. He can get upset by the smallest things but what really riles him up is whenever he feels slighted by you. Whether you’re not giving him the right amount of attention or you’re not treating him how he wants you to. Dick would also be the type to either blame his obsession for hitting them or he’ll just act like he never hit them at all.

Also, this man holds grudges. Whether his darling did something a week ago or they did something long before being involved with him, Dick will remember and it will be brought up. He never forgets when he feels like he’s been wronged in any way. With that being said he also has a habit of holding grudges for his darling. Like, if someone were to treat them in a way that wasn’t to Dick’s liking then he wouldn’t forget that person’s face. Let’s just say if they’re ever in need of saving, Nightwing won’t be there to answer the call.

Dick would very much see his darling as his property. He’ll treat them more as a possession than a human being. He would be extremely controlling; going as far as picking out what his obsession will wear, what shampoo/conditioner and body wash they’ll use. Or the kind of perfume/cologne he wants them smelling like. (He may even control what they eat and how much they eat. It’s his call whether you’ve had enough or not.)

Dick would be far from the type cheat on his darling. He would more so do it out of retaliation due to them misbehaving and not giving him the obedience he wants. If you’re not going to love him and want him the way he wants then he’ll go to someone else. He may or may not tell you every detail. He may just act like he never did anything, gaslighting his darling all the more. But if you’re fighting him so much then why would you care?

Good luck trying to getaway from Dick. He will do everything in his power to track you down and drag you back home. He doesn’t care if you’re screaming so long as he has you back with him, right where you belong. It doesn’t matter what all he’s done to you, nothing gives you the right to leave him. Nothing. You. Are. His. And he will remind you of that time and time again until it’s all you know.

《°Yandere!Speedy/Roy Harper x Reader|Captured°》

You broke up, he was becoming unbearing. Wanting to know where you are, who you were with, etc...

After the break up you were happy, feeling the sense of freedom as you walked away.

Your ex on the other hand, did not take it lightly...

***

Sitting on your bed, you scrolled down the your phone checking out the latest news and stories.

You were home alone, your parents going out to celebrate their anniversary, still something made you paranoid.

You looked at the window, seeing a figure disappear making you stand in shock, you ran towards tha window lockoing it as well as your bedroom door.

Sitting back on your bed, you contemplated wether it was a hallucination or not, making your paranoia grow.

You lay down, thinking you were just to tired, closing your eyes you ignored your senses falling asleep.

***

"[Y/n]!"

Opening your eyes, you saw Roy dragging you somewhere, your background was quite....aesthetic.

You were in a beach, you could hear the ocean kissing the sandy shor, the smile you were recieving from your previous lover made it all feel, enchanted."

"It's a pity you changed..." you thought, staring at the setting sun.

Just then Roy stopped dragging you, making you move your attention to him, his back facing you.

"You did this" he suddenly said, making you stutter out a confused what.

"I wouldn't be doing this if you never said it..."

"What're you talking about?"

He then turned back at you, with a crazed smile on his face making you clench your hand.

"Roy...?"

"Shh...we'll be together again soon my love~" he said approaching you witha knife suddenly on his hand.

Your surroundings went from a sandy beach, to a dark abyss.

"Please Roy, be sensible"

He approached you, the knife ready to strike, holding you by the waist.

But just as the knife dove straight into your chest....

***

You woke up.

In cold sweat, panting slightly, tears streaming down your face.

You let out a sob, covering your mouth to quiet the sobs, you stood up and unlocked your bedroom door going down to the kitchen.

You went to the sink, washing splashing water to your face and gently slapping your cheeks.

"Stop lurking in the shadows...." You spoke nit turning your back, you approached the refrigerator taking out some cold milk.

"You look like shit."

"Thanks for the compliment."

Jason laughed and went to your side, taking the cold glass of milk you offered drinking it in one gulp.

"Don't get me wrong, I feel great breaking up with him but it happened just a few hours ago, and I feel like I'm being haunted." You said swirling the milk in the cup, Jason humming putting the cup down beside him.

"You must be feelin' guilty" he said gently ruffling your hair, you supressed a small laugh drinking the remaining milk in your cup.

"Funny, I don't feel any ounce of guilt in my body, but rather fear." You muttered closing your eyes.

"I mean, he did break a couple things in the apartment" he said removing his mask.

"Y'know I'm always here right?" He said pulling you into a hug, you returned it tiredly your eyelids feeling heavy.

"Mhm..."

~~~

Outside your window, a certain archer witnessed your small comfort session, feeling rage bubble up in his chest.

"So you broke up with me, to go into the arms of that pathetic excuse of a man?!"

He muttered, gripping his bow in hand glaring at the scene his vision turning red.

***

You were in patrol tonight your paranoia eating you away, as your nails dug in your palm the back of your hair rising.

For some reason, Batman ordered you to investigate a murder scene inside an abandoned house.

Cobfused and horrified, you saw a mutated body inside.

The persons eyes were scooped out, their stomach was cut open the organs of the person was spilling out, making your stomach tighten.

And their heart...

You ran towards the sink, vomitting the contents of your stomach while gripping the edge of the sink.

The image itself can't be easily erased, because the heart was shoved into the persons mouth, their teeth biting it slightly.

After vomitting, you sank down on the floor calling Batman, your arm wrapped around your stomach feeling nauseous.

"[H/n]?"

"What the hell Bats?! There's still a fucking dead body in here!"

"Stop joking around kid, the body's been disposed this morning and was filed as suicide, I sent you there because there was something of about the person who reported it."

Fuming you ended the call, and took a picture of the corpse sending it to Batman before covering your mouth and nose with your hankerchief approaching the dead person.

You saw a knife lingering beside the corpse, picking it up with your gloved hand and throwing it inside a zip lock bag.

Your phone suddenly rang, to which you picked up.

"Hello?"

"[Y/n], listen closely...."

"Yep, my day was fine mom" you said smiling you walked outside, feeling a presence behind you.

As the person walked outside, they saw no one around making them stomp their feet out of frustration.

***

You panted as you entered the cave, your team still on their mission you shrieked when you saw a figure approaching you.

"Jesus Christ kid."

"Goddammit you motherfucker!" You yelled at him angrily, placing a hand on your chest trying to calm your heart.

But just as he opened his mouth, he suddenly fell forward making you step back out of shock.

Behind him your ex, walked forward stepping aside Batman's fallen body.

You took out your weapon aiming at him, "Don't you dare come any closer..."

"It's not healthy pointing a weapon at your lover, sweetcheeks."

"Shut up" you growled stepping back, just as you were about to step inside the Zeta tube.

An arrow lodged itself on your abdomen, making you let out a hiss.

"That arrow has......something that can and will make you pass out in a few minutes" he said grinning madly.

You moved backward muttering curses underneath your breath, your legs suddenly wobbled, your vision blurring not wanting to accept defeat.

Taking another step, you fell down slightly tearing up with the little strength you have you tried to crawl backwards, but suddenly.

Everything turned black.

ℭ𝔥𝔯𝔬𝔩𝔩𝔬, ℌ𝔬𝔭𝔢 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔏𝔬𝔰𝔰

𝔯𝔢𝔮𝔲𝔢𝔰𝔱: chrollo x pregnant!kurta reader + prompts 12. “haven’t you realized your situation? your life is completely in my hands now.” and 16. "i'll destroy anyone that gets in my way, anyone that tries to get in between us."

𝔰𝔶𝔫𝔬𝔭𝔰𝔦𝔰:  a one-night stand between you and chrollo ends up becoming much more, something that you never would have thought could cost you the cozy life you had made in your village alongside your clan.

𝔫𝔬𝔱𝔢𝔰: yandere chrollo x reader, manipulation/deception, mentions of pregnancy, mentions of nsfw, kidnapping, blood/murder (aka the kurta massacre). this story is a little more morbid than my other work, you have been warned. i will add a cut for when things become more intense :)

You didn't even know it yourself. It was another clan member’s nen ability that informed you of the life growing inside of you–just as theirs ended. The feeling of their bruising grip on your hand letting up ever so slowly as their soul faded away, their last words being something so heavy and bearing so much that you had no choice but to believe them. You knew that you had made a mistake. 

Hiding your face in an attempt to cover up your ever-deepening blush, you turned away from the dark-haired man on his back beside you and sat up, reaching down to pull your cloak off of the floor and begin dressing back up. You felt so embarrassed even after the act was done, this having been your first time–not to mention doing it with a man so charming and seemingly infatuated with you, it was something that you didn’t think you could ever get over. Perhaps you were in a state of shock, did this really just happen? Based on the pleasant but sore sensation between your legs, you didn’t have to pretend. 

It happened on a whim, you had been sent into town by the Clan Elder to buy some extra food from the markets, as this gardening season was off to a slow start and there weren’t enough vegetables to sustain everyone. While at the market you were scanning over various fruits, trying to gauge which ones were new and which were beginning to rot so you could pick the right ones to last you all longer. 

He approached quietly, sneaking up from behind and asking for your opinion on the produce he had selected since you looked like you knew what you were doing. With a smile and an apology (since his sudden voice by your ear had caught you off guard, making you physically jump which then startled him), you were more than happy to help. Somehow, in a whirlwind, one thing led to another and you were following him back to his apartment rather quickly after your meeting, groceries long forgotten. 

“When will I be seeing you again?” he asked, voice husky as he sat up behind you and reached for your hand. He peppered soft kisses along your knuckles, raising chills upon your skin when his lips worked all the way up your arm and to your bare shoulder. You shivered, leaning into him as he pressed against your neck. 

“I don’t know…” your sentence tapered off, a bit too overwhelmed by his warm affections and the clarity of your actions now that they were finished and you had time to reminisce with a clearer mind.

You had somewhat of a lover back in the village, someone you would exchange coy glances with and speak a handful of sweet conversations when the timing was appropriate, away from peeking eyes that would immediately declare your marriage if they caught a glimpse of anything. You knew that you wanted to save yourself for him, but there was just something so irresistible about this stranger, it almost felt like you didn’t have any control of your body when you consented to his advances. You couldn’t even give a definite yes or no to coming back and seeing him again, you were just so confused. Had you just committed adultery? And enjoyed it? Were you going to come back?!

The idea of that put a bitter taste in your mouth. How sickening, how morally unacceptable. With a wince you stood up from beneath the sheets and pulled your clothes back on quickly, ignoring the sticky sensation starting to drip down your thighs even as you pulled your panties back on, moving the substance back up your leg once more. 

“What’s the rush?” he asked, leaning back on his hands and watching you casually, even though you were sure that your urgency was obvious, and there was clearly nothing to be so casual about. You turned to look at him and noticed that the sheet covering his lower half had lowered even further since you stood, making you whip your head right back around with a more crimson complexion than the one you had moments ago.

“I… have to go take care of something at home. They’ll be worried about me, I said I wouldn’t take long in the city” pushing the last button through your shirt and pulling your cloak on once and for all, you brushed yourself off and rushed to the door. 

“Just a minute,” he requested, sitting up a little taller and readjusting the sheet to cover a little more of himself. Thank god. You stopped and spun around with hesitance, waiting for whatever he was about to say with shaky hands that were just itching to pry the door open so you could run out of there. 

“If you’re willing to take a longer route, there’s a path that runs on the edge of the city right by the stall where we met. It’s likely to lead you back home, and there’s a beautiful view there that you cannot miss out on. It should be on the left, you’ll know it when you see it.” 

Your lips twitched upward and he mirrored it, the anticipation of seeing something peaceful in the near future relieved your nerves a little bit. You thanked him, and without another moment to spare you dashed away from that room and out of the apartment building as fast as your legs could carry you. 

What had you just done?! You and that boy from the village were not yet tied together by marriage, but you had a definite emotional connection that would have certainly made it feel like cheating if you were to flirt with another man, let alone sleep with one. Your skin felt itchy and dirty, and the way that your underwear was keeping physical evidence of your copulation filled you with pure guilt. You tried to calm yourself down, walking fast so you could get home as soon as possible and wash your body until your skin was rubbed raw. And how would you explain the lack of groceries you were bringing back?!

One thing after another, it continued to get worse. You were now an adulterer who couldn’t even do one thing right and actually bring home the food you were assigned to get. You couldn’t fulfill the only purpose of this trip because you had to act upon a selfish impulse that came over you out of nowhere. One that was sudden and out of your control, but felt that if you did not act upon it you would simply explode, and how perfect that such an attractive stranger was there to care for your needs.

You shook your head when that thought crept in, shaming yourself and looking up to the landscape before you for a distraction. Your eyes scanned around eagerly, and after a brief few seconds of strenuous searching, you noticed a small, rocky path near the fruit stall. The one that the man had mentioned to you.

The anticipation of seeing something peaceful in the near future relieved your nerves a little bit.

Ah, perfect. That would be sure to calm you down if he was being honest about the view, and wasn’t just saying that to mess with you in an attempt to delay your trip so you would spend more time with him. You knew your way back home very well since you travelled to the city a lot, you knew that even if this path did not lead back to the village you could easily find your way back so long as you continued walking north. Your mind was set.

Trekking down the road, you began to take deep breaths as all of the unease bubbling up inside of you was becoming unbearable, alongside another nervous feeling that you couldn’t place. You felt entirely unnerved, not quite like you were being watched, but like something very bad was about to happen and take the cake for being the worst part of this already awful day. Perhaps it was just caused by the unfamiliar route home. At the very least, this route may have been longer but was definitely more scenic and a lot quieter than your regular one. You had faith that it would pleasantly surprise you too if there was a hidden and scenic view as that man said. 

That man. You had to try harder to get him out of your head. You tried shaking it, rubbing your eyes and temples as if you could physically wash him away if not will him away. You didn’t know how much more anxiety you could take before your heart simply gave up.

You stopped walking, eyelids closing and hands balling into tight fists. Your heart was pattering harshly within your ribcage, pushing achingly against it, so fast. 

Calm down.

Allowing your eyes to open again, you inhaled deeply and observed the spot where you chose to halt. Blinking, you followed the back-and-forth blowing of elegant green leaves and swirly plants with their sturdy vines. You happened to look over your left shoulder, and to your surprise, a beautiful display of the sky was visible through a patch in the trees, as if its branches had been carved out for it to be seen. As ethereal as the twinkling stars looked against the deepening blue yonder, you had a hard time enjoying it because of that angsty feeling that was clawing at you.

If you wanted to feel better, you had to stop wasting time and get home. Perhaps finally being back to some familiarity would provide comfort, allow you to reset your mind, and pretend that nothing peculiar even happened today. Soaking in the view one final time, you committed it to memory to act as a soother while you continued on. You started to speedwalk, and the more you did continue on, the more the environment around you changed. 

The first thing you noticed was how it was oddly quiet. You knew that you were nearing home because the number of swirly plants had increased, and typically by this point you could hear the distant bustling and soft chatter of your elders. But there was no bustling. There was only pure and utter silence aside from the clop of your shoes against the stones under your feet, and the crunching of the fallen leaves trapped between them. 

Something wasn’t right, now you knew that for certain.

Your walk became a run, you didn’t stop and didn’t care about how many bushes or plants you ripped out of the way until you were back to your territory. 

You nearly tripped from how quickly you had to stop yourself from continuing on at lightning speed, lest you get too close to the scene before you.

It was all red. 

Your eyes started to turn the same colour once they took in and fully analyzed what exactly they were looking at, your limbs became numb, your breath hitched, and bile rose to your throat as you saw the multitude of corpses littered all over your village grounds. 

The deceased bodies of the villagers, of your clan members.

“I tried to delay your arrival…what a shame, I really didn’t want you to see this.” 

This voice was familiar. You had just heard it not long ago.

Having never moved this fast before, you nearly gave yourself whiplash spinning around to see who was behind you. Any uneducated onlooker would notice your scarlet eyes and assume that they must have been burning, or at the very least were starting to burn, considering just how intense your gaze was and how much that deep red glowed. You were expressionless but your teeth were grit and your jaw was tightly clenched. Who dared to speak to you this way after you had just been witness to such a lachrymose sight?!

“I–you…” you sputtered, eyes widening impossibly and muscles seizing in shock when you realized just who dared. 

“Me.” It was spoken softly and quietly, yet it was so loud to you even as the only sound in your ears was the intense thumping of your heart–which felt like it was in your throat.  

The man you had just met with. And a silhouette further behind him, a diversely sized clump that was certainly a hidden group of people. A short trail of blood followed their location, starting thick and narrowing off into smaller drips the closer it got to them.

Why was he here, and who were those people?! You had no doubt that they were the cause of this, what was his connection to them? What else did he know if he had “tried to delay your arrival?”

“Y/N…” a frail voice came from your side, far and low and your head lashed down immediately to see the Clan Elder reaching a trembling hand in your direction. 

He was still alive. 

You wasted no time in scurrying to his side, dropping to your knees, and holding his hand with both of yours. The bloodied, empty sockets where his eyes once were made your blood run cold, and the sight of him shaking his head from side to side as if trying to look for you despite being blinded made you want to cry. 

You couldn’t help but think if you had been home sooner… could you have stopped this from happening? Or would you have fallen victim to the massacre as well?

The Elder’s grip on your arm intensified suddenly, making you gasp and wince in pain as he must have been exerting every last bit of life he had into that grasp. A shimmering white aura surrounded his body, flowing through to his hands and lighting up your skin where he was touching. You began to shake from the strength of it all, watching how suddenly he leaned closer to place his mouth by your ear so he could whisper;

“You’re pregnant.” 

Then he was gone. You could feel and see it all; the way his nails lifted back out of your skin, fingers unravelling from around your wrist as his limbs slid back down to his sides, lifeless. That surrounding glow was gone too, dimming out slowly until there was nothing left.

It didn’t feel real. 

You found yourself leaping away from the sudden hand on your back, scowling at the man from a newly created distance, watching him stand up straight after kneeling down to be at your previous level. Seeing him in such close proximity to your deceased clan made your gut churn, you felt sick. He couldn’t just let you mourn, was he not planning to just rip the bandaid off and admit that he was planning this, that he did this?! 

“Haven’t you realized your situation?” He wasn’t looking at you, his gaze was trained intently on the Clan Elder as his hands reached for his pockets. You watched him sharply, none of his movements going unnoticed as you were overwhelmed with the urge to protect everyone around you despite being too late. 

“Watch what you say to me next,” you warned. You did not have any formal combat experience, and any threat of violence was empty, but you didn’t doubt what could be granted to you by adrenaline. Your words must have intrigued the man though, he looked over at you with a grin and rotated his body so he was facing you completely.

“Y/N…” he whispered, using your name for the first time since your meeting which made your skin crawl, and he lifted his hands with upward-facing palms as he began to approach.

Backing away from him was instinctive, but you weren’t careful about your steps and lost your footing, falling backward. Landing on your back, the instant cushioning of your fall made you choke because that fall should have hurt and been solid–you should have landed on a cement path, you knew where you had been standing despite the heavy carmine liquid that was soaking into and staining the rock. 

You were stuck in your landing place for a moment, the sound of your racing pulse booming through your ears once more as you swallowed dryly and looked to your side, head twitching at a turtle’s pace. You didn’t want to see more of it, you already knew what you landed on and what you would be met with if you looked, but it was too late.

The eyeless, deeply frowning face of your husband-to-be. Dead.

Releasing a shrill cry, you could now feel your entire world crashing down. Despair replaced what was once burning anger inside of you. You couldn’t even fight the man off as he walked over and crouched down, lifting you up to a seated position, embracing you, and twisting your head into his chest to shield your eyes. He shushed you, caressed your hair, and rubbed your back, telling you that it was okay, that you were okay. 

He was so, so wrong, he certainly knew it too. The sweetness in his voice sounded false, much too tender in such a horrible situation that it may as well have just been full-on laughter at you. 

You heaved and gasped for air, your entire body shaking as you felt so helpless, trapped in the arms of your clan’s definite killer and embracing him atop the mound of dead bodies, bodies that belonged to those who were like family to you. It was blasphemous, but nobody else was here to help you now.

Everyone was gone. 

But did you deserve help anyway? You allowed this man to seduce you, to have you in his bed, and take you away from that family for so much time; enough for him to plan a killing spree of them all. This was your fault.

You felt his mouth on your cheek, giving a slow and tender kiss, and his hand came up as he pulled away to drag his thumb along where his lips once were. His voice was by your ear shortly after, and he whispered his next words for only you to hear. 

“Your life is completely in my hands now. I’ll destroy anyone that gets in my way, anyone that tries to get in between us. What a powerful family we’ll make together, I’m absolutely thrilled to meet our child."

Another kiss. And another. And one more, on your jaw this time. He was showering you in affection, effectively distracting you as he continued on with kissing, caressing, and embracing you while he stood and held you firmly against him, turning you both back to the path you arrived here on. He was essentially dragging you along like a body bag, you had been paralyzed moments ago once the sight of your deceased lover engrained itself into your memory forever–staying there, looking right at you every time you dared to blink. Your feet picked up remnants of blood as he hauled you along, creating clean lines in the excessive puddles of it where your shoes once were. 

What more could you have done? If you had never obeyed your Elder’s wishes and gone to the market, you would not have met this man whose name you still did not know. Your meeting seemed fated; as if he spared you on purpose, and this slaughter was already planned with the intention of leaving you out of it. But why? Would you ever know? 

All you could do was accept your fate, any future with the clan was finished, because they were not with you anymore. Your life would have no path without them, so you didn’t mind allowing your clan’s killer to be the dictator of your new life. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad, he was the father of your child after all, and you were a Kurta. Not all hope was lost.

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Chapter 3: Tabula Rasa? (Little Miss Head Trauma)

Chrollo x Reader/OC

Who are you? Where are you? What is the relationship between you and this charming man? Why won't he let you leave? You're determined to unravel the mystery of your mind and survive the impending pressure of unexpected motherhood.

MASTERLIST

“Are you sure you don't want something else to eat first?”

Either he wasn't concerned or didn't understand that pregnancy for you seemed to have an ongoing undercurrent of nausea. You only nibbled on some soda crackers to appease both him and any lingering guilt over the Something.

“Positive like a pregnancy test.” You weren't even offered a pity laugh, but you felt as pleased with yourself as you could be given the circumstances.

You grabbed the neat pile of towels, varying in size, from his hands and looked around the room. There were multiple showerheads jutting out from the wall over a tile floor. No private bathroom or separate stalls in sight. Above the showerheads were a few small rectangular windows, but too high up to get a good look through. Stepping away from him you observed the various shower products scattered on the shelves carved into the wall. Nothing rang a bell.

“Are we in a warehouse or something?” Wherever you were wasn't made for long-term human occupation. Even a bright coat of paint couldn't cover up how grim the building was.

“Or something. We're in an industrial area. We’ll be leaving once I am sure you've recovered enough.”

“Have you all just been…sharing the showers?” An involuntary image of them all splashing around together fills your mind. It's a picture you could have done without. Well, you wouldn't mind sharing a shower with the pink-haired woman. A curiosity to revisit later.

As if he could read your mind, he denied it. “Not all at once, though all the original Spiders have done something like that at one point or another.”

A face flashes in your mind. One of the women you saw earlier, with the short blonde hair and a prominent nose. Conflicting emotions built an imperfect picture. A feeling of warmth and affection, a sense of hands covering your own and a tender smile to accompany. But also a viscous jealousy creeping up your throat like foam and bile.

“You and that blonde woman.” You spat out before you could stop yourself. It was embarrassing to envy an echo when you weren't even sure you wanted the life you woke up in. You gnawed on your lip to stop hot frustration from escaping your eyes. If it came to it, you could blame the hormones.

“Ah I knew you were jealous.” He was smug with poorly suppressed delight while you were merely a mouse trapped under a cat's paw. “Yes, in the past Pakunoda and I have been involved. Each other's first, in fact. But we both have moved on to different partners in the years since.”

Fuck you, asshole. You glared at him, hating feeling bested over something as trivial as that. The vexation kept the tears firmly contained to your lower lids. “Aren't you supposed to do something like reassure the hormonal mother of your child?”

“Yes, I'm sorry.” At least he could swallow down his glee long enough to appear appropriately chastised. He cleared his throat and began to pull off his clothes. “Kaya, there's nobody I would rather share my bed with, my life with. No one I would rather create life with, even if it was accidental.”

You shove the towels under one arm to free up your hands to stop his. “What are you doing? I haven't forgotten how to wash myself.”

Just because you dreamt of him naked and inside didn't mean you wanted that to be a reality. Sure, your mouth began to water as you envisioned running your tongue along the contours of his statuesque form. But something about the allure of his body made you feel like a fish on a hook. You just couldn't shake the feeling that he was the predator to your prey, no matter how supportive he tried to present himself.

“Surely you didn't think you've been managing showers alone?” Chrollo placed a hand on your belly to emphasise his point. “You’ll need my help to wash your hair if you want to avoid detracting from your healing process .”

At a crossroads, you could accept the help and the vulnerability that came with it or allow no hands other than your own stubborn fingers. Chrollo seemed to understand that you needed a moment, so he turned to slowly sort and hang his clothes on some hooks on the wall opposite the showers. It was a point in his favour.

With his back facing you he said “I can only imagine how disorienting this is, but I promise I only want to help you.”

“I think I would feel better with another woman instead. Maybe the person with the pink hair?” Something about her had a strong appeal to you. Perhaps she was a friend.

“No.” His sharp grey eyes pierced your own over his shoulder. No threatening undercurrent like when he spoke to the doctor, but still glacial. Enough to halt your breathing for a moment. “Machi, nor anyone else, will be seeing you or touching you unless absolutely necessary. Not until our son is ready to meet us.”

Unsure how to feel about how possessive Chrollo was but reluctant to rock the boat, you made your choice. You pulled off your cardigan and threw it at his face. He dodged with the same kinetic elegance you noted earlier. The rest of your clothing followed and you willed yourself to keep your arms down. The illusion of confidence had to count for something.

“I'd say no funny business, but the business has been thoroughly funnied.” You gestured downward to the way your stomach obscured your view of your own feet. It was difficult to meet his eyeline now that you were both nude, but equally challenging to look anywhere else. The arms he could use to effortlessly pin you to the wall, the cock you know you've clenched on at least once before. Best not to stare at temptation until you have a better sense of what's going on.

“I've missed this.” His voice and a firm hand running down your arm brought you back to the present. “Twenty nine hours felt like an eternity.”

“What do you mean?”

“Just the little things that make you you. Such as using humour to deflect from whatever is making you uncomfortable.”

Well put me under a microscope and call me a specimen. Trying to find the full half of the glass, you supposed it was good that he was attentive to the details. That's the kind of partner you should want. “I take it you make me uncomfortable often?”

“In the beginning, yes. We have different values and had an unconventional start.” Chrollo started one of the showerheads and adjusted the temperature.

Best to just get this over with. You follow his lead and stick your palm under the warm spray. The difference in temperature between the shower and the room made your nipples harden as you shivered. “Unconventional?”

“I’d rather not dwell on some of the mistakes I made. What if we start fresh?”

“How ominous of you.” Every time he side-stepped your questions your suspicion only increased. However despite that, the back and forth still felt like stepping into a familiar skin. “Tabula rasa?”

“Exactly.” Every time he smiled he reminded you of a wolf. A whisper of a memory came to your mind, an image of a lone beast standing between mounds of trash.

With hands on your hips Chrollo brought you back to the present. He steered you under the shower stream and began coaxing the water through your tangled hair. It felt divine to be taken care of.

“Impossible, given how unequal things are.” Shutting him down gave you a pleasant little thrill deep within your chest. You closed your eyes and let him massage the oils out of your scalp with an unscented shampoo.

“True. But we could try?” Despite your reservations, Chrollo sounded so endearing when he was hopeful. You sighed, accepting his olive branch.

“Tell me a secret. Give me some power over you.”

“You're the only person who has any power over me.” Given that you were carrying his child, you could believe that claim.

“Well give me more.” It was difficult to keep the annoyance out of your voice. Couldn't he fathom how aggravating the absence in your skull was?

“Hm. I used to enjoy singing. I had aspirations of becoming a performer. I still sing, but only for you. It's been a decade or so since anyone else has heard.”

It shouldn't have mattered, but you felt some of the stiffness within you melt away at the knowledge that you had something Pakunoda didn't. ‘Petty when jealous’ went on your mental list of personality traits.

“Are you a good singer?”

“I like to think so. You enjoy it too. Especially when I sing our son lullabies. It helps when you're feeling nauseous.”

Something in your heart twinged. As dubious as the circumstances seemed, you couldn't deny the regard he held for the child. It should have been sweet, but instead the growing familial bond hurt. You couldn't stop yourself from voicing your doubt. “We're not really together, are we?”

“We belong to one another in a way that cannot be contained within simple terms. I know your mind; you're not the type to just accept answers without evidence. One of our friends has an… ability that can help you remember, but I'm worried about whether or not it will affect your recovery.” Finished with cleansing and conditioning your hair, Chrollo began to wash your back. His calloused fingers worked out knots as they went.

An ability? But that wasn’t your most pressing question. “What happened to me?”

“Self-inflicted. Though I doubt you intended for it to go this far. You wanted me to take you to a hospital to see a doctor. I prefer bringing medical care to you.”

So I am in the exact kind of scenario I was worried about. You gestured to the mess that was your head. “This wasn’t persuasive enough?”

He pressed himself behind you, unapologetic erection against your back. You felt some relief from the weight of your belly as Chrollo held it from underneath. Curling over you he nipped your ear. A primal surge of desire shot through you. “Let’s finish before the hot water runs out.”

Chrollo stepped away from you and began washing himself, as though he hadn't just shown you how undeniable the attraction was between you two. Taking a cue from him, you did a hurried wash of your upper body. The lower half of your body was a more awkward process, with the weight of another throwing off your centre of gravity. Muscle memory hadn't fully returned, or maybe you were just clumsy.

“Allow me.”

Chrollo reappeared crouched in front of you. He planted soft kisses on your stomach while working suds up and down your legs. It was inevitable that his lips would meander lower while his hands reached higher.

“Spread your legs a little for me, love. You do want to be clean, don't you?”

It's a struggle to keep your breath even as he methodically soaps up and rinses your vulva. You lose the battle once he spreads your labia to give one of those feather-light kisses to your clit.

“I-I thought you said the, ah, hot water would run out?”

“I only need another minute to finish you.” His face managed to look so angelic while teasing you with the lewd tip of his tongue.

“Only a minute?” You bit your hand to stop yourself from begging for more.

Humming in response, Chrollo took a more aggressive approach of laving you with his skilled mouth.

“I should make sure you’re clean inside as well.”

He smothered his face against you to suck on your clit while angling two of his fingers inside. Attacking all right spots made you frantic yet thoughtless with pleasure. A tsunami crashed through your senses, leaving you helpless to the tide.

When you could reconnect your thinking mind to the sensations of your body, you feel the shower rapidly cooling on you while Chrollo sucked on his fingers. His big grey eyes never left yours. You stepped away from the water to lean against the tile, turning the shower off not even a thought.

“Come now. I think I can be more thorough in my cleansing.”

&&&

If you had more self-control you wouldn't have let your orgasm melt your concerns away. At least for the moment, you were willing to give Chrollo that blank slate he was asking for. You had let him assist in drying you off, and then he gathered your clothes and you two left the shower room covered only by your towels.

The change in temperature between rooms served as a cool post-nut reminder that you had much more to discuss. “Chrollo-”

“Hey Boss.” The huge caveman from earlier was leaning outside a doorway in the hall. “Your girl was too quiet. Need some pointers?”

“Ah since all of your lovers only ever screamed in pleasure, correct?” Though you found the implication to be chilling, Chrollo met the other man's confident teasing with a relaxed smile. It was the kind of comfortable camaraderie built between years of knowing one another. “But thank you for offering to spare some sage advice.”

He let you pass with a boisterous laugh and a wink that promised more harassment in the future. Another person looking forward to inflicting themselves onto me. A preemptive weight settled onto your body as you thought about how exhausting it would be to meet everyone in your life all over again.

“Uvogin.” Chrollo offered as the other man was swallowed by the shadows behind you.

“His name?”

“Yes.” He left it at that, but gave his head a slight turn to glance over at you.

“What?” For a moment you stopped walking, feeling a bit like a small creature caught in the headlights of a fast-approaching vehicle.

“No comment?”

“It’s uncanny. The way you keep picking up on what I'm thinking.” You began moving again.

“We have hardly been apart since we got together. I told you, we belong to one another.” It was difficult to accept the veracity of that claim, given how insistent he seemed to be on you hearing no other explanation.

“What you said about his partners screaming...”

“He is not what you're implying.” Chrollo opened a door and gestured for you to go in first. “Our work requires a great deal of travel and anonymity, making it very difficult to form connections. Many of us have only managed to pursue relationships through unconventional means.”

The room was still bathed in the warm lamplight when you entered. You would rather have had a window; daylight would give this strange dream a sense of reality. While Chrollo closed the door you veered towards the bags, digging through yours once more to retrieve a pouch of what you assumed were toiletries.

“Is that supposed to sound reassuring?” You placed your toiletry bag down on the chair next to the bed and pulled out a few products. All unscented. Presumably to discourage any morning sickness triggers. “You're not trying very hard to make yourself seem like a trustworthy person.”

“Would you prefer a comforting lie?” He crouched to place the bundle of your combined clothing between the duffles. Then he began searching through his own.

“I guess I just don't understand you.”

Chrollo released a long sigh, removing his towel to reveal his cock was softening through the contentious conversation. Still there was no shame or unease in his nudity. He looked in your eyes with the same unwavering self-assuredness he had when fully clothed.

“I believe you are going to get your memory back. When you do, it would undo all efforts at building a stable foundation for our son if you discover I have lied to you.” The towel and his belongings went down on the chair next to yours.

Authenticity was something that he seemed to struggle with. You nodded in acknowledgment. When his feet ate away at the space between you two, you resisted the urge to step back. He pulled your towel down and tossed it behind him without looking. It landed as a perfect match to his own on the chair.

You mimicked his ease with having your body exposed to a virtual stranger once more and resumed your routine. Chrollo's process and products in turn mirrored your own. It was very domestic, despite the setting. Moving in an unintentional tandem as though you had always been doing this.

“Ready to eat yet?”

Not content to let you dwell solely within your head for more than a couple of minutes, your maybe-captor filled your field of view. This time you couldn't stop yourself from fixating on his cock. While he wasn't the tallest man, he made up for it in length. A pretty dick that curved slightly to the left. Darker than the rest of his pale skin, flushed purple-ish red at the end. The prominent veins led up to a bead of moisture on his thick head. It was easy to see why you let him knock you up.

“Not hungry.”

The volume between you dropped to a whisper as Chrollo trailed invisible designs on your breasts with the pads of his thumbs. Everywhere but your nipples, where you yearned for the attention most. Was the air between you always so electric?

“Then why don't you tell me about your memory?” Like earlier in the shower, he crouched down once more. He massaged lotion into your legs. “Maybe discussing it will help you remember more?”

“Or it'll distract me from questioning you like you're hoping for.”

Chrollo pauses in his motions while you find yourself holding your breath for just a second. Then he chuckles. The two of you spoke at the same time.

“The missing pieces are coming-”

“I don't know where that came-”

You stop yourself short of apologising. Something in you said showing remorse over being honest with him would be a waste. The same something that had been coaching your unease the entire time. A shadowed self perched on your shoulder.

“You're not wrong. I don’t want to see you under any more stress. It's not good for either of you.” He finished with the lotion and then stood up to rub the remainder into his abdominal muscles. An intentional action that had you squeezing your thighs tight together. Which in turn didn't go unnoticed.

Moving behind you, Chrollo sat down on the bed and pulled you into his lap with careful hands. The heat of his cock burned against your back. Without meaning to, you curved your torso outward to grind against him. You had barely come down from your orgasm earlier. All the nerves in your body were alight with need.

“Besides, you can't blame me for wanting to indulge in our desires some more.” His voice was smooth as it entered your ears. “What did you remember, Kaya?”

“I remember how you filled me up so full, Chrollo.”

Not content with being a passive participant this time, you leaned forward and lifted yourself up just enough to slide down onto his cock. His surprised cry had you squeezing his shaft. Discovering he could be a vocal lover was as satisfying as his tip pushing against your cervix.

“Oh fuck.” You threw your head back against his collarbone and canted your hips forward. In another circumstance you might have been embarrassed that the pitch of your voice had gone so high. “I was under you, begging you.”

“More.”

Whether he was demanding details or movement didn't matter, you were giving him both. You dug your nails into his thighs and clamped down his cock before picking up speed. The heat building between you two was enough to coat your bodies with sweat and the air with the sounds of your sex.

“I think it was our first time. We- ah, agreed on just the tip. You didn't listen and I couldn't bear stopping you.”

“How…how could I resist?”

“Is that how I got pregnant? How you got me pregnant?” It was meant to be accusatory, but you were too wanton to commit to any frustration.

That made him lose his composure. He grabbed your hips and slammed you down on his cock over and over again. All you could do was brace your belly with a forearm and ride out the overwhelming sensations.

“You. Are. Mine.” Each word pounded into your core. You whined over the sounds of your bodies slamming together. “I did this to you.”

“C-Chrollo!”

“You're the one treasure I'm never going to give up.” He panted like a confession in your ear.

His thrusts became uneven, sloppy as sharp breaths came tumbling out of his soft lips. You yelped as two fingers lightly pinched and tugged on your clit.

“Scream for me.”

Following his command, your orgasm rolled through you as his burned you from the inside out. Even though you had no memories to compare, you were sure you had never felt as connected to another person as you did now with Chrollo.

“Do you believe me now?” He sounded so raw, you allowed yourself to share in his vision of your lives for just a moment.

&&&

In the quiet afterglow, you felt truly relaxed for the first time. Whatever enmity was between you would have to wait for more of your memory to return. Or at least until the hormonal satisfaction wore off. You laid on your left side with Chrollo wrapped around you. He caressed your stomach, feeling for any movement. Thankfully no little feet made themselves known while the two of you were preoccupied.

“How old am I?” As soon as you caught your breath you broke the silence.

“25. Before you ask, I'm 23.”

“A whole quarter of a century missing.” You stretched a hand in front of you, looking for signs of aging. Though you supposed 25 was too young for your hands to show the passage of time. “Seems kind of young to be having kids.”

Chrollo hummed, which you were inclined to think was his default response. “It depends on your perspective. It's hardly uncommon, especially where I grew up. But like I said earlier, he wasn't planned.”

Even if you knew he was probably right, you felt a compulsion to be contrarian. “Do you know anyone who had a baby at 23?”

“Not much older than that, yes.”

As the cum between your thighs cooled, so did the conversation. The quiet was peaceful rather than awkward like you would have expected earlier. If it had been uncomfortable you wouldn't have allowed him to entangle your legs with his own, or push his lips onto your neck. Though the combined sweat of your bodies was beginning to push the limits of your patience.

The Something must have enjoyed the amiable quiet as well, because you experienced the oddest sensation of tiny feet stretching your skin from within. Chrollo chuckled as you tensed ever so slightly. Tapping his fingers lightly against the feet, they kicked harder in response. Like earlier, you felt that same tenderness take over your heart. It was undeniable that the you that was missing still guided your feelings toward the baby.

“What strange paths our lives have taken.” You felt his face move against you as he spoke. He sounded anything but displeased with his observation.

“What do you mean?”

“I had never pictured fatherhood to be a part of my future. It wasn't a matter of age, but rather possibility.”

“It doesn't seem like you're referring to physical capability.”

“That hadn't exactly crossed my mind at the time. If it had, I probably would have been more considerate.” You could hear the humour in his voice, making it hard to believe him.

“What then? Lifestyle? Partner?”

Chrollo chuckled and kissed the top of your head. “Inquisitive as ever.”

Conversation lapsed again. There was only so much progress to be made when he didn't want to let you in. For a while you just let him stroke your skin, until you were at risk of falling asleep once more.

“How did we meet? When did we meet?”

“We have different perspectives on this. Our most recent introduction was in Meteor City nearly a year ago. You were there for work whereas I had just finished a job.”

You scrunched your nose at a phantom smell. “Does this have something to do with the spiders you mentioned earlier? Your tattoo? You don’t strike me as a bug guy.”

Chrollo huffed out a surprised laugh and rolled away from you. “No, I don't do anything remotely scientific. That's more your field. You're a botanical hunter.”

“I hunt… plants?” Hunting sounded familiar to you, but you couldn’t place its significance in the void that was your life. It was still unclear why you recalled or intuited some things over others.

“You study plants and hunt for ways to change the world with them. Beasts too, as a secondary focus. I don’t know the specifics of your project. Science is an area where my knowledge is lacking. You're also very secretive about your work.” Apparently Chrollo was not the only one with things he wanted to hide.

“Do I keep a journal or something?”

“You do. It's not here though.” He paused. “Even if it was with us, I wouldn't be able to help you interpret all the scientific language or sketches you drew. What I can understand is too disjointed to make sense of.”

Not even my journal is sacred when it comes to Chrollo. Did you allow him to read it? That seemed unlikely given that he couldn't explain the contents. You didn't bother asking for an explanation you wouldn't receive.

“So it's not my job that landed us in a concrete box.”

“No, that would be mine.” He sat up and looked away from you, the strong muscles lining his back tensed. It was easy for you to read his body language even without your memory; work was a sore spot for him. Possibly for you as well. You could sense this discussion was rapidly coming to an end.

“Well?” You asked with a hint of desperation in your voice. The thirst for answers wasn't even close to quenched. It was enough to get him to look at you again after getting off the bed.

“Not long after we discovered that you were pregnant, we reached a truce of sorts. Part of the terms was that we stopped lying to each other. If we didn't want to share the truth, we would just refrain from speaking.”

“I see.”

Chrollo dressed without a word while you contemplated how to deal with the mess seeping out of you. You crossed your legs and threw an arm over your eyes. All the good your shower had done was thoroughly erased. Just as you were about to ask for a cloth or something, you felt long fingers parting your ankles. As you raised yourself up on your elbows, Chrollo pulled fresh underwear up your legs. Before you could object he shushed you.

“We can shower again later. Right now I want you to feel me deep inside you.”

“I don't know how I’m supposed to get out of bed when you say things like that.”

Nonetheless you let him pull you up and tried not to shudder as you felt his cum soaking your panties.

&&&

By the time you left the room your appetite had finally made an appearance. Sex must have been just the right amount of exertion to trigger that particular need. You were discussing your craving for a noodle soup you couldn't quite remember the name of when an interruption unsettled your stomach once more.

“Chrollooooo darling! It was really annoying dragging this all the way here. Surely this is the doctor's job and not Troupe business?”

“The murder clown is not allowed near my child.” To your rapidly increasing mortification you didn't seem to have very strong control over what came out of your mouth. But you covered your belly with both hands regardless.

“Murder Magician.” Said murderer's intense yellow eyes narrowed and met your own.“If you think I have any interest in a weak, whining baby, darling, your brain really has been scrambled.”

“I don't know why I said that.” It was as close to an apology as he would be getting. Once more, an instinct from the hidden recesses of your mind told you not to bother.

He waved your statement off. The long painted nails extending from his fingers looked sharp enough to slice someone's throat. A vicious smile spread across his angular face. “Captivity has been difficult on you, hasn't it Little Miss Head Trauma?”

Even if he didn't strike you as any more safe or trustworthy than the rest of them, he revealed the truth you had sensed all along. Before you could say anything, you felt Chrollo's hand on your lower back. His fingers pressed into you as if they could will you into compliance.

“Hisoka. I appreciate you bringing this for me. I highly recommend you leave. Now. I find my patience is wearing thin.”

Chrollo turns back to nod at Machi, who seemed to appear out of thin air. Everyone here who wasn't pregnant or a clown moved as silent as the dead. It was unsettling. Machi nodded in return, only looking mildly annoyed as she followed Hisoka out.

Once the air of animosity fully cleared, you found you were able to drop your protective instincts and examine the machine Hisoka dragged in. It was a stand with a screen at the top, a keyboard below, and a wand attached by a wire. A cool sensation slid over you like butter, leaving you feeling exposed.

“What is that?”

“It’s what you wanted. Not the way you wanted it, but I will always provide whatever you need.”

You knew this. “An ultrasound machine?”

“When the doctor returns, you can see our son.”

If he was expecting you to be grateful for stealing something you could have easily accessed at a hospital, he would have to go to his grave wanting.

“Chrollo.” You twisted your uncertainty into authority as best you could. “Tell me why the ultrasound had to come to me.”

“Kaya.” The neutral way he spoke your name didn't carry any admonishment, but you felt his displeasure creeping around your body on spindly legs. "We're going to go for a drive to get pho. That's the soup you were referring to.”

“I'll get the car ready, Boss.” The man with long dark hair materialised behind you like a ghost. He offered you a soft, sleepy-eyed smile. “Glad to see you up, Kaya. You and the kid must be starving.”

Machi returned, dragging in a dolly with nondescript grey bins stacked on top. At first it appeared as though her pinched fingertips were pulling it through the door by will alone. But if you concentrated your eyes on the space between you could make out a sharp silver string, slicing the distance away. You felt Chrollo's gaze on your face, but elected to ignore it.

“Should I leave this out here?” She sounded bored as the twine disintegrated into nothingness. “Hisoka actually brought everything you told him to.”

“I don't know why we waste our time with that asshole.”

“Now Nobunaga, you know he earned his place.” The language was placating, though Chrollo left no space for disagreement. “Should Hisoka prove to be a problem, he is nothing we cannot handle.”

Chrollo was tranquil as an undisturbed lake, but opaque enough to not bely the depths below the surface. It was evident from their faces that they didn't share his ease, yet no opposing opinions were voiced. Are they his friends or his employees? How does he command total obedience?

“Machi, you're with us. Kaya is ready to eat.”

Just like the other man, Nobunaga, earlier, the edges of her expression smoothed out to a fond look as she looked you up and down. “That’s good to hear.”

Your captor tilted his head down to kiss your temple while tightening his hold on you. He spoke against your head, loud enough only for you to hear. “Please relax, my blossom. We don't want to strain your body and hurt the baby.”

Spider. You were beginning to understand. Threads were closing all around you; Chrollo tried to make them feel like silk but you were bound all the same.

&&&

Chrollo flopped backward on your luxuriant hotel bed and let out a loud groan, forgetting for a moment that Gabriel was asleep in the next room.

“Ssshh! Don't you dare wake him up when you're covered in blood and dirt like this.” You hissed. “The Zoldycks didn't kill you but I might.”

“Ah I love when you threaten me.” He really

did. That fire, that animosity, drew him in like a moth. Nonetheless he lowered his volume, knowing you were right.

“You're lucky he fell asleep at all, otherwise I wouldn't have even let you in.” As if that had ever stopped him. Motherhood had made you ornery in your protectiveness. “We could hear everything from here.”

Standing over him at the foot of the bed with your hands on your hips, Chrollo relished how domestic everything felt. While he would have preferred to see you in one of the many lace nighties he provided for you, he found you wearing nothing but one of his old shirts titillating in its own way. He rose up on his elbows to contemplate how to get you in the shower with him.

“Why are you even here? You know healing isn't possible until the sun rises.” You step close enough for your knees to touch. “What if you led someone back here?”

“I would never.”

Maybe it was the adrenaline, or maybe it was just being reunited after a few days apart. Chrollo felt elated, like there were no boundaries to his future. He took on the current and former heads of the Zoldyck family, he could divine the future, and he had the mafia's fortune until he grew bored of it. The Chain User was a problem, but now that the Troupe was aware they could be dealt with. He sat all the way up so he could crawl his fingertips up the backs of your thighs. When he reached your ass your breath hitched as he cupped it.

“I know I agreed that we could prioritise your work for a bit after York New, but I want to propose something else.”

“Chrollo, you can't have two turns in a row. When I said yes, you said things would be different.”

“I am not going back on my word.” He pulled you down to straddle his lap. “I am hoping that we could negotiate on a new project together.”

“Just because I pretend I don't know what you're doing doesn't mean I'm going to turn my back on the Hunter's Association.” As hesitant as you sound, you still rock your hips into his and pant into his ear. “The most I’ll ever do is heal the Spiders I like.”

“I was thinking more along the lines of you and I. Our family.” The pride he felt burning within him was as strong as the first time he realised what he created. Perhaps he didn't express his affection for his family in the way other people would, but they were his alone to nourish and protect. His only real need. “Don’t you ever worry about Gabriel getting lonely?”

“He's not the only Troupe kid.”

Spiderlings, Paku dubbed them with affection. The Troupe's secret; their greatest weakness and most coveted treasure.

Chrollo was far from the first Spider to have his irresponsibility bear fruit. The Troupe always came first, but how they spent their time between missions was their business alone. The unspoken agreement that the Spider be the only family they have was broken by the craving to covet all that Meteor city hadn't provided. What kind of thieves would they be if they didn't take everything they desired?

“Yes but how often are we with all the others?” He kissed the words into your collarbone.

Chrollo will never forget the way his future was forged in blood, how he turned the spectres of Meteor City's dead children into a poltergeist that would haunt the world. The Phantom Troupe was not built with designs on the future beyond immediate gratification and vengeance. But if a legacy was falling into place, one that happened to bind you to him forever, why object to fate? He had accepted when other Spiders became fathers, not knowing how he would one day let the same primal greed drive him.

“It could be a lot more often if you were actually concerned about that.” You increased your pace on top of him, dampening his dress pants with your desire. Chrollo could always count on your arousal clouding your thoughts. Where you often doubted his words you always trusted he would make you delirious with pleasure. “Though given that Phinks's kid eats bugs, maybe different company isn't a bad idea.”

Genuine laughter wasn’t something that happens everyday for Chrollo. You looked entirely too proud of yourself for your joke. While he adored seeing you happy, right then he needed your desperation. He slammed his plush lips against yours, swallowing every little sound you made.

“So you want me to be blunt then? Perhaps you are hoping I'll beg?” He panted between breaths.

“Then beg, Lucilfer.”

“No.” He flipped you onto your back and pushed you further up the bed. There are only so many allowances he'd make, even for you. His hand closed around your throat the way you both liked. Under the pressure of his fingers he could feel your pulse fluttering wildly.“I want another.”

“We agreed one baby was enough.” Even while you shook your head in denial you still let him unbuckle his pants and connect your bodies with a rough thrust.

“I'm going to flush your birth control.”

Chrollo could manipulate your body, yanking a leg over one of his shoulders. He could manipulate your mind, drowning out any worries as he pummeled your cunt with his cock. He could manipulate your life even further with another child.

“I'm going to cum so deep inside you. Because you're mine.” Any protest you could have made was smothered by his lips and his tongue. All mine.

Everything you could give him. Everything you had. Chrollo wanted it all. It didn’t matter that he was acting on an impulse that was more about the high of the night than anything else. In that moment you contained the world between your thighs and he wanted to devour it all.

❁ | of your loving arms, keeping me from harm.

—chrollo lucilfer.

soft nsfw. fem!reader. established relationship. angst themes.

cw: suggestive at the end! takes place before yorknew arc.

☆: if you're not comfy with reading nsfw/suggestive content, kindly skip this one!

once again, i let this brainrot consume me,, this had been on drafts for a year or so (i think) with just a couple of revisions here and there, oKay bUt skYfAll (!!?) fits this in its own way and i am screaming,, hope you enjoy! ♡

“Shouldn’t you be frightened of me, darling?” Chrollo questions, looking down to meet her gaze.

His hands found the warmth of her lower back, gently gripping the exposed skin. She gasps. The cold contrast of his fingertips sends shivers down her spine. She had nearly forgotten to breathe.

“Not a shiver nor a tremble from you," he muses, "Will you enlighten me?”

He whispers for only she could hear and no one else.

Underneath, he wishes to know the reason behind it all. She stayed, regardless of being held gently. These hands cupped her face whenever they kissed, making her crave for his touch.

Are the same ones that made others cower.

He wishes to know why her heart still chose him. Why she still decided to stay. If she could leave any moment, any second, any day.

The calloused yet cold hands on the warmth of skin made her grip a sleeve. Not wanting to lose control—just yet. It’s too early to feed his ego, once he easily figures out what she wants. But deep down, he already knows it by heart.

She craves for his touch. The satisfaction of desire and love. It all boils down to pure admiration and fondness.

Love is an impeccable thing.

Especially when two lovers are destined for one another. As if the universe has it all planned out for them. But not without the numerous obstacles they had to go through. Before they came to where they are now. It's still a mystery, after all.

How their story started for many. But only they knew by heart.

However, it’s too addicting for her to not crave more. How can she not? If the man standing before her is her beloved, her husband, the one who stood by her side since the very beginning. The one who vowed under the murky stars of Meteor City, promising they will live a much better life than this.

In which, they did.

Gasping a little when she felt how close she was to his beating heart. A heart that only beats for her, and only her.

For a man who bled the lives of many, his touch feels soft and gentle to hold. And she had been longing for him for a long time.

They haven't seen each other for months. Due to the busy heists with the troupe, and for her to go on solo missions. Finally, being close to each other's warmth and presence is already enough for her.

She misses him so dearly, her heart still aches for that longing of his love. The only love she always seeks and sought out for.

Her head is on spirals, finding the right words to answer. Fishing through each thought, one right after the other. But it didn’t take long for her to answer back.

“I have no reason to be.”

His silence allowed her to continue.

“For you are the man I only love and will continue to love.”

Bringing one of his hands closer to her cheek, holding it delicately with absolute care. And sealing a kiss after looking back into his dark eyes, slightly shielded by his hair. For some, perhaps they had cower in fear, never dared to look back, or held in such strong emotions. But Y/N never once did.

“These hands may have brought misfortune to others, but they gave me warmth, comfort, and safety.”

“Why would I be frightened of you?” She asked, diverting her gaze back into his own. Brows slightly furrowed in question, “You haven’t treated me any differently. You’re still the same Chrollo I knew back in Meteor City. The man that my heart will always choose.”

“For that, nothing changed between us.” Smiling in content, momentarily closing her eyes when he cups a hand over her cheek and places a gentle kiss. “So much so, you’re the only person I’d want to spend the rest of my lifetime with.”

"For all eternity if we could." She finishes.

Such a strong declaration poured from her heart. Out of sincerity and the genuine affection she holds on her softened eyes.

And for a moment he caught a glimpse of the way her eyes glimmered underneath the moonlight that cascaded down from the skies above.

Chrollo chuckles when his darling unties his bandage that had been wrapped around his forehead for some time now. Revealing the tattoo on the middle of his forehead, something she ended up getting used to from her beloved. Both of them lean closely to one another, foreheads touching, and lips barely meeting.

“And you never fail to make me speechless.” His cheeks flushed in a light shade of red, and the growing smile was enough to tell it all.

“Don't I always, my love?" Smiling into his embrace while her arms wrapped around his neck.

Chrollo could think of many reasons if Y/N were to leave unexpectedly from different circumstances. All of which had proved him wrong up until now. It wasn't because he wanted her to leave him, everyone, and everything behind. More likely due to the reason one couldn't simply realize at first glance.

He knew she's carrying his child.

A thought he hadn't thought about until he found out on his own accord. It's not because he doesn't want to be a father.

If only both of them weren't in a situation similar to this. Where he's the most wanted man leading the most dangerous and notorious group in all over Yorknew City, and Y/N being part of it all — is enough for him to grow worried over their well-being. The possibilities and outcomes—all of which were negative.

He couldn't risk the possibility of his lover being targeted by enemies. Let alone, ones who might have the slightest idea that he has a lover who also works in the Troupe. Imposing the danger she might get tangled up to.

The rest of the troupe doesn't know yet, except Pakunoda.

“My darling,” Sealing her untangled words in his lips. “My sweet darling…"

"Please stay a little longer…" She whispers in between the kisses. "Please..."

Without a reply, instead she felt her back fall on a soft material. The silky sheets of the bed they shared. Her hair splayed, flushed cheeks, and eyes clouded in lust though there's the familiar adoration and fondness they hold. That he always gets himself lost into.

Her scent, her skin, and the sweet sounds she makes. Addictingly sweet.

"I'll stay as long as you'd like," He reassures. "Allow me to take care of you tonight."

Chrollo will do whatever it takes to keep her and their child safe — even if it meant to let the world crumble beneath his feet.

I've been thinking about this for several days and I'd really love to know your opinion:

What do you think is the ideal type of each of the Slytherin boys?

Slytherin boys – Their ideal types

Warning: Toxic boys alert! (Not that bad though)

A/N: Ooh, this one was hard! Honestly, I had never really thought about that – or wanted to think about it … but here it goes:

PS: I didn't want to write about ideal body types, so I left that bit out – hope that is alright!

Mattheo …

… doe eyes – does not matter which color (although brownie points for brown eyes) – he’d spend hours just staring into your eyes. If you know how to use your eyes to your advantage, you’ll have him wrapped around your finger.

… pouty lips with a defined cupid’s bow. He’d always have to kiss you whenever he glimpsed at your lips – which was quite often. Be prepared to be kissed all. The. Time. Even during classes – which got you both detention for inappropriate displays of affection.

… he loves long hair, especially curly or wavy hair. Whenever he’s bored, he’ll twirl your curls around his finger.

… he needs a loving, affectionate, soft partner. He’s quite needy and possessive, so he’ll need someone who’ll constantly reassure him without judging him for being overly possessive.

… however, he’d bee head over heels if you also have some sass to you: Sweet, loving but make it spicy.

… loves sneakers and his hoodies on you. Especially if his hoodies still smell like him. The thought of his smell marking you makes him want to go feral.

… would love someone who is inexperienced ... because let’s be honest: the thought of you having been with other people would drive him mad and rob him of his sleep.

Theodore …

… loves long hair as well. He’d try to braid your hair for you – he’d lowkey be possessive over your hair and get angry whenever someone else touches it.

… thinks he wants a more sultry-seductive-siren-like partner, but I think he’d simp for a golden-retriever-type-of partner.

… would secretly wish for you to cook and bake for him – especially Italian dishes and pastries.

… he loved his late mom but she was taken too early from him, which is why he needs someone nurturing, mature and someone who tells him when he’s in the wrong – he won’t like his partner telling him what to do though, especially if he isn’t completely in love with them.

… has a corruption-kink, that he still has to recognize/accept, which is why he’d be crazy about an innocent partner – even if it’s a facade. Bat your lashes at him, and bite your lips and he’s gone

… loves – absolutely adores – milkmaid dresses on his partner

Lorenzo …

… loves a good struggle – so, someone with an attitude – a diva!

… although he wants sass, he’d be mad if his partner refused to listen to him – but as mentioned above: he loves a good struggle, so challenge him.

… adores long hair, especially if worn down.

… wants a partner who always dresses up prettily – just for him!

… play hard to get and he’ll be running after you like a starved dog – but don’t let him grovel for too long, otherwise he’ll be fed up.

… he wants someone who’ll take care of him and praise him, someone who radiates warmth, someone who lets him be the little spoon once in a while.

… wouldn’t want his partner to be taller than him.

… wants someone who only shows their true self to him – to people that they are close and intimate with.

… otherwise, he’d love for his partner to be more introverted.

Draco …

… wants someone he can pamper.

… needs someone who will pamper him emotionally.

… loves lighter hair.

… adores the dark academia style on his partner.

… needs someone who’ll listen to him – someone who is honest with him if need be.

… he’d need someone more goofy – a good-natured partner (that he can easily manipulate if he has to)

Blaise …

… loves long hair.

… is drawn to out-going and playful personalities – someone he can have fun with.

… if his partner does not shy back from telling people to fuck off he’d be on his hands and knees for them.

… would absolutely freckles and/or siren-eyes – he’d be simping 24/7.

… thick thighs for days for this boy.

… someone who is shorter than him.

Tom …

… wants someone smart, witty and strong-willed – but someone who will submit to him (although I believe the dark side of him would enjoy if they put up a fight once in a while, he’d enjoy the putting his partner in their place)

… would hate a clingy partner – but they would have to be ready to give him affection whenever he wants.

… does not care about hair length, but he’d like darker hair.

… needs (not wants) a caring partner, someone who’ll stubbornly tell him to finally eat or get some sleep.

A/N: What do you think their ideal types would be?

Like mother like daughter 💗🤭

Omfg you can’t do that! POV mi’lord DoEs pin me against the wall and his eyes are all red… what happens?

[ooc: that ask had been up for like 5 minutes hahaha. Welllllll - ok.

You could feel the anger roiling off of the Dark Lord as the meeting was dismissed, and while it was Yaxley who had set him off, Yaxley had fled at his first opening, and you find yourself within firing range. You feel vulnerable - your presence is likely to be...Convenient. He glances over to you as you attempt to slip out the door unnoticed, and you flinch.

"My Lord," you say, voice as strong as you could muster. "May I apologize for Yaxley's -"

"Silence," Voldemort hisses, "Yaxley has apologized on his own behalf - and though he thinks he got off easy, he is not yet done. I will not be needing more competent death eaters apologizing for him."

Your stomach flips at the apparent compliment, and though you are still not quite sure if you interpreted it correctly, the thank you has already flown past your lips, just in case.

He smirks, stepping closer - there is only an arms length between you now, if he took another step forward, he could reach out and touch you.

Was he still angry? No, he looked more amused now than anything. And curious, as though a thought had just come to him. He takes another step forward, and out of respect (and perhaps fear) you take a step back, freezing as you realize the wall is closer than you realize. As you meet the Dark Lord's gaze, you feel a force pushing you backwards, flush against the wall. He is not touching you, but the very idea that even his magic has taken a hold of you is both terrifying and - exhilarating. This felt different than a punishment, this felt, could it be? Sensual.

He steps even closer, the gap between you reduced to mere inches, the deep maroon in his irises taking on a bolder red you had only ever noted when he was infuriated - but he was not infuriated, not now.

"My Lord," you breathe, tilting your head back almost instinctively. Your skin is on fire, now, begging to be touched - but he cannot know that, should never need to know that...

He closes the gap. The magic pinning you to the wall has eased, but he is leaning over you now, his hand on your shoulder, holding you in place. He murmurs your name and your eyes meet - there are gold flecks scattered against the red, they glow like jewels in contrast. "My Lord," you whisper again, and you wonder where your breath has gone. Could this be happening? Could he truly have taken interest in you in this way - or was he simply teasing, playing a game of - his lips are against yours now, his hand on your waist, and you give in.]]

Pomegranate Seeds

~Description~

It’s your last year at Hogwarts and Tom wanted to celebrate with you…

~Warnings~

Rape/Non-consent, Dacryphilla, Ravenclaw reader, Innocent reader, Forced pregnancy

You looked at yourself in the mirror, slowly smoothing out the strays in your hair. You looked over to your friend, quietly snoozing without a care in the world. She was still knocked out cold from sneaking out to the astronomy tower. 

You sighed a bit and walked over to her bed. 

“Eva…” you called out to her. 

“Eva, we have to leave soon.” You lightly shook her a bit, giggling when she shook awake. 

“Is it time already?” She complained looking at the bright sky and then grumbling. 

“Yes! Myrtle and Arianna already left.” You smiled at her and helped her up. 

She immediately threw on her uniform and grabbed her bag. You both greeted your friends and made your way out of the common room. A few of your friends were escorting you guys down to the great hall. 

As you guys neared your table you couldn’t miss a bone-chilling tingle going up your spine. 

It was like something or perhaps someone was watching you. 

You turned and thought nothing of it to possibly meet its owner. You frowned when you didn’t meet the gaze of what you thought was watching you. 

You simply sighed and sat down, head tilting a bit to the side. 

“You okay?” Eva asked. Her lips curled into a soft frown. Her eyebrows throw you a look of concern. 

“Yeah… I I- I’m okay,” you quietly said. 

“She’s probably already thinking about her newts,” Myrtle laughed. 

You laughed too or at least tried to. 

“But really what’s wrong with you?” Arianna took your hand and squeezed it slightly. 

“Uh um… I’m just so upset that we all won’t be in Professor Slughorn’s club together,” you said signing a bit.

You didn’t like lying but you really were upset at that. That was the only thing your mother talked about growing up making sure you and your friends got in Slug Club. 

“It’s okay… how many times do we have to tell you that,” Eva iterated. 

“Yes, precisely. It wasn’t like we were going to get in anyways,” Myrtle laughed. “I’m a muggle-born, and Ari almost failed her owls.”

You joined in laughing, this time it was genuine, getting a hit from Arianna to the both of you. You still couldn’t help that twisted feeling in your stomach. The conversation lightly shifted after that. The usual small talk took place. 

“Have you all heard the rumor of Minerva?” Myrtle whispered.

“No, what happened?” Eva leaned down. Trying to whisper but doing a horrible job at it. We all gathered our heads towards the middle. 

“I’ve heard she turned into an animagus!” Myrtle announced making Arianna cover her mouth quickly. 

“Myrtle, you can’t just yell that!” Arianna said her voice as commanding as her mother’s.

“There’s no way…” Eva said. “You have to keep a mandrake lead in your mouth for an entire month! Ugh, there’s no way I could do that.”

“I swear to you… When you’re like me you hear things in the bathroom all the time,” Myrtle said matter-of-factly. Myrtle continued to ramble about other rumors going around the school. 

“Ah Myrtle’s muggle club is all here today,” a girl with blonde curly hair said. 

You all looked up to find who the voice belonged to. 

Olive Hornby. 

A rude pure-blood from Gryffindor. 

“Right, why are you even here Olive… the tables are separated by houses. Please scuttle off like the rat infestation you are,” Eva said uncaringly if Olive came from a pure-blood family. 

Olive stood there for a moment mouth agape eyes wide. The rest of you snickered a bit. 

“Well then… I will but not before I give a few tips for Myrtle’s terrible case of dragon pox… oh wait it’s just her acne.” She giggled before finally walking away. 

“Get a life, Olive!” Eva said. 

You swore you could’ve felt Eva’s anger throughout the air. 

Your mind was only on Myrtle and she left before you all could even console her. 

“I’ll go check on her.” Arianna rushed to follow after Myrtle. 

“I’ll go too,” you say wanting nothing but to comfort your best friend. 

“Hey, I got it. You guys go to class and we’ll meet up later,” Ari said half smiling and half frowning. 

“Oh… alright,” you silently said. Unable to resist a frown forming. 

“Hey, Myrtle is going to be okay. She’s the biggest firecracker out of all of us,” Eva laughed and you nodded your head laughing too. 

You both parted ways and you felt a twinge in your gut. You hugged yourself and kept your eyes on the floor. 

. . . 

You walked alone to class and drifted through classes like you were running on autopilot. You couldn’t help but think about Myrtle. As much as you wanted to protect her from everything bad in the world you knew you couldn’t and that broke your heart. You loved your friends like they were your sisters. 

You walked to your final class, potions. 

Potions was your favorite class because of your favorite professor, Professor Slughorn. You knew that he chose favorites it was very apparent which house was his utmost favorite. He didn’t need a big sign or microphone to announce it. Most of the slug club was filled with Slytherins. It wasn’t exactly your favorite thing ever but it was just how it was. 

You felt a pair of eyes on you again. You couldn’t stop but look at and this time. You found a pair of eyes. Dark blue crystals were peering into your own. You stared back not knowing when to look away. Only when he gave you a mischievous smirk did you look away. 

Tom Riddle. 

You didn’t really like him much. You haven’t known anything bad he’s done but you just knew. You had this feeling you couldn’t shake when you shared a room with him. You avoided him the best you could. You just didn’t trust him. Something about him just rubbing you the wrong way.

It was like you knew the secret before anyone else did. You seemed to find that you knew it was always him. That some type of trouble or problem was because of him but you could never prove it. 

When you turned your head you felt arms circling you like a devil's snare. The classroom was filled with darkness and a man quietly chuckling making the pit in your stomach grow from fear. It held you everywhere almost swallowing you whole. You screamed only causing it to wrap around your neck and mouth

You could fill the life draining slowly, quietly before…

“Hey?? You okay?” Arianna asked eyebrows up and mouth pinched. 

You lifted your head. Your breathing was out of control and you were shaking, sweat beads were falling from your forehead. 

“No, um yes I- I’m not sure what happened?” You asked as Arianna started to fan you with her notebook. 

“I don’t know if I can ever explain it. You were here and then your eyes… turned a grey color. I- I are you sure you’re alright?” 

She was shaken by whatever happened you couldn’t even imagine what she saw while you were being choked. 

“I- I don’t even know what happened. I was standing and then the room was dark and the-“ 

“Okay, class let’s begin today's lesson!” Slughorn playfully spouted. 

She took your hand giving it a light squeeze letting you know everything was going to be okay. You sighed and looked up to Professor Slughorn and your mind couldn’t help but drift throughout the lesson. Especially when there was a pair of dark eyes following your every move. 

. . .  

“Would you care to stay behind?” 

Professor Slughorn had the brightest smile on his face.

“Of course professor,” you said. You waved your goodbyes to Arianna and then made your way back to your table.

“I hope you all got my letter for the party?” Professor Slughorn stood proud.

“Yes, I did professor,” One boy said.

“I got my letter,” another one followed. 

You nodded when he gestured to you. 

“Good good. I hope to see you all there. Remember this is a celebration for you all!” he smiled brightly as that same dark blue-eyed boy from earlier caught his attention. 

“Yes yes, you all can go.” He smiled before turning and whispering to Tom. “What do you need my boy?” 

You watched as Tom’s eyes bore into yours for a moment. You held your shaky hands to your stomach trying your best to calm down. 

You couldn’t be in there a second more so you immediately walked out as Tom and Slughorn talked very intently about something. Slughorn’s eyebrows furrowed when their conversation deepened. 

You knew a place where you were safe, the common room. You were happy just to finally get out of the class and be with your friends.

. . . 

You throw on your favorite and best dress. You loved events like these. You could finally wear whatever you wanted instead of the uniform. 

You smiled at yourself in the mirror unable to tear your eyes away from yourself. 

You looked gorgeous. 

Eva stopped to stare at you, a smile crawling over her face. 

“As pretty as a princess,” she said. 

“Thank you, Eva,” you giggled. “I’m going to be back in an hour or two I’m not expecting to stay there the whole time.” 

“Okay but do bring back some of the food. I hope they have crab cakes again.” 

A laugh left your mouth as you agreed you’d get more crab cakes for her. You gave your goodbyes and left promptly. 

Your way down was a fun task. Slughorn ensured everyone in the club had a different route to follow to get to the destination. It was designed for what that person was capable of. 

You had the fun task of going through a maze. You were a pretty good navigator, already knowing where to turn before you ever got there. 

You rounded another corner as a pair of trees and vines twisted to create a door. A beautifully shaped door. You went through and found a bustling party. You smiled as you found people dancing and people just talking and enjoying themselves. 

You just wished your friends were here to see it. 

You took a drink from a tray and started to down it before you grabbed another.

It was probably several minutes in when you found yourself in another dark room. 

Stone painted the floors and walls it was covered in water. But this time you got to view yourself through the water-covered stone. You found your reflection crying as it stared at you. A pair of hands came around your reflection’s throat. You gasped as you could feel those hands around yours as well. 

It felt like how you did during potions like all the life was draining from you. A pair of real hands were on top of your shoulders bringing you back from this horrible daydream. 

“Are you alright?” A voice asked. A voice you knew all too well. 

“I’m okay, Tom.” 

You quickly moved his hands from your shoulders, like his touch was searing your skin. 

Tom noticed it, his eyes slightly glinting before going back to their original soft stare with a smirk on his lips this time. 

You looked away suddenly feeling like a deer caught in a headlights. 

“You look beautiful.”

You were taken aback by the compliment but accepted it anyway with a thank you. You felt no need to push him away immediately. 

It was still quiet for a couple of seconds before Tom spoke up yet again. 

“How are you enjoying the party?”

“It’s all right,” you replied wanting to keep it short and sweet. 

“Oh dear, is it not to your liking?” Tom asked his dark eyes doing that thing where they try to break you down and find out your every secret. 

“Um… no it isn’t that,” you said and for some reason, you wanted to tell him why. “I just- I just wish my friends were here.” 

He nodded like he was truly listening to you and for some reason you to keep going. You didn’t know why but you did. 

“One of them you see has been getting bullied-“ 

“That muggle-born girl.”

“She’s not just a muggle-born,” you said tight-lipped. “No one understands how hard it is for her.” 

“Hmm I see,” Tom replied with a nod. “Why won’t you guys tell the professors?”

“She doesn’t like it… she rather just let it be than make things worse,” you said, remembering the day that Myrtle was so upset about you guys for telling the head of Ravenclaw. 

“Don’t tell anyone I told you this please.” 

You couldn’t stop the shaking that filled your hands. You don’t know why you kept telling Tom everything. 

“Don’t worry. It will be our little secret,” Tom whispered with a smirk.

You felt like you told him something you shouldn’t have and you couldn’t help but blame yourself for whatever the consequences will be.

. . . 

“Y/n! It’s Myrtle I can’t find her anywhere,”  Arianna woke you up with a harsh whisper. 

“What, she never came back from the restroom?” You sleepily mumbled. 

You got up rubbing your eyes a bit when Arianna also woke up Eva. You turned to the window the sun wasn’t even on the horizon yet. 

“It’s Olive, I knew it. She must done something. I knew Myrtle was hiding something,” Eva shouted tears pooling in her eyes. 

“Please calm down and keep quiet. We need to have level heads.” Arianna pleaded. 

She gripped Eva’s hands holding them tight to her chest. Eva sighed staring at her before nodding. 

“We need to be careful with the prefects and the professors. If we are caught we have to tell them immediately what happened,” Arianna stated. 

You swallowed staring at the ground and nodded with Eva following suit. 

“Let’s go.”

You all left the dorm, deciding to split and look at different parts of the big castle. You took to the higher level bathrooms, while Eva took to the lower levels, and Arianna the common room bathrooms. 

You heard some chattering before you entered the bathroom. It was loud but not loud enough to draw attention. 

You looked around and no one was patrolling this section of the castle. 

You guessed it was because no one came here. As you went deeper into the bathroom there was water flooding the place. You stared at the ground wondering what transpired here. You could’ve sworn you screamed at the sight before you. 

Myrtle. 

Myrtle was on the ground. Lifeless eyes staring into nothing. You immediately fell to your knees. You couldn’t stop sobbing and shaking as your hands tried to touch her face. She was cold. No sight of life in her eyes at all. 

“Myrtle… wake up please,” You knew deep down she wouldn’t say anything but a part of you was expecting her to say it was a prank and that she was playing. 

“Please wake up,” you cried harder. 

You cried for some time until you heard some pipes moving and the sounds of water flowing. You moved your eyes toward the direction of the sounds. The sinks were opened and there was a hole in the middle of them. 

You shook as you walked closer. You didn’t know why or how but your body moved on its own and walked in. 

You don’t remember anything after that. Only waking up to Tom inspecting you. 

He smiled not one of warmth but one of triumphant. 

You shook underneath his gaze unable to move or to scream. You didn’t know why or how but something in you told you he was the blame for all of this. 

“What did you do to Myrtle?” You silently demanded. 

Tom only smiled and looked at you with the tip of his nose. 

“Nothing that she wasn’t going to already to go herself.” He said with no remorse in his eyes. “She was just a means to an end.”

You wanted to murder him right then and there. You wanted to hurt him.

“No no! How could you!?” You screamed tears threatening to fall. “You won’t get away with this.”

“I already have. What are you going to do?” He coolly replied. 

You pushed him away but he didn’t budge. You scooted back and Tom just watched you. Almost like he was letting you. 

You stood up and readied your wand, shaking as you held it.  You were never the dueling champion it was always Eva but it wasn’t too late to try now. 

“Expelliarmus!”

“Crucio!”

You both held onto your wands tightly. You knew you weren’t going to win this from the way your hands were shaking. You stood there until you weren’t. You didn’t know what happened but you fell to the floor screaming. You couldn’t even hear Tom’s laughing through the torturing. Full-on waterfalls were pouring from your eyes as your screams filled the chamber. 

You didn’t realize it finally stopped until Tom was on top of you. You couldn’t even register what he was doing. Your mind was fuzzy and your brain was feeling like mush. 

“You put up a good fight,” he chuckled as he threw you in your back. His eyes drifted to your face holding your jaw harshly. “You’re just too perfect to kill.”

He smiled at you as he brought his face to yours and gently licked the salty tears from your cheeks. You couldn’t stop him because you couldn’t feel anything. You couldn’t do anything as he ripped the top of your night dress in half. 

You would’ve sobbed if you had the chance but you couldn’t move your body, not even twitch your fingers. 

His lips were on your chest. Like he wanted to savor this moment. You could feel tears pooling in your eyes but you couldn’t do anything about it. You wanted to close your eyes but you couldn’t even do that. 

The rest was a blur. All you could feel was the ripping of underwear and the smell of blood. 

Your breath was knocked out of you as he shoved himself in. It unfortunately brought you back. You couldn’t stop the tears from falling from your eyes. 

You wanted to scream. To scream for help. Anything. But you knew it would be useless. You were trapped down here with a monster. 

“Get off,” you breathed, you truly didn’t know how your hoarse voice spoke without tearing out your vocal cords. 

“And why would I do that?” He said happily. His thrusts were painful and his nails were breaking skin on your thighs. You needed something to grab onto. To ground yourself. 

You felt his cheek press against your cheek. You would’ve thrown up right then and there if it wasn’t for the hand around your throat. 

That’s how you figured out this wasn’t about you. It was the power he wanted. The power he held over you. 

Blood joined the watery floor and surrounded you both. You didn’t know whose blood it was. 

The only thing you noticed was how it egged him on. His thrusts went harder and faster as he stared at himself through the bloody reflection. 

You felt his hand move up with your jaw. A kiss was pressed onto your lips. You wanted to puke. He took everything from you and he’s smiling while kissing you. 

You lay there unmoving and barely breathing. You didn’t know what else to do. You couldn’t fight him off. Not with the aftershocks of the cruciatus curse. 

You laid there until he was done. You didn’t miss the warmth that entered your. A gasp left your mouth as he pressed himself deeper making sure to mark you from the inside out. 

He pulled himself out. Admiring the work he’s done on you. 

“You truly are so beautiful” was all you heard before blacking out again. 

. . . 

As soon as you opened your eyes you knew you weren’t at Hogwarts. You took in the sight around you. The room was in disarray. It was dusty, the ceilings were covered in spider webs, and the air was stale. 

The bed you were on had almost no cushion. You tried to sit up but when you did you were pulled immediately back down. You looked up to see ropes digging into your wrists. The more you pulled the tighter they seemed to get so you quit altogether.

You wanted to cry, you didn’t know what else to do. You weren’t at Hogwarts. Your friends surely didn’t know what was going on. You were alone with nobody to help you. 

That was… until you saw movement at the corner of your eye. The boy who did this all just a few steps from you. 

"You're so pretty when you sleep, so peaceful."

You wanted to shout to scream but all that left your lips was, “I want to go home.”

He laughed at you like you had told the funniest joke ever. 

You didn’t want to cry in front of him and yet tears still welled up in your eyes, disappointing you. 

“You are home.” 

You felt your hands tremble and your heart race. You were scared. You didn’t have your friends. You didn’t have your mother with you. You had no one but this monster. 

He walked around the bed and held your face, lightly stroking your jaw with his thumb. In his other hand, he held something red and mushy. 

“This is what you’re going to eat,” he began to explain. “Its sole purpose is to help you confine yourself to your new life.”

“H-how?” 

His mouth moved close to your ear, his lips practically kissing it. 

“By making everyone you’ve ever loved, seen, spoke to, forget about you.” 

Your eyes went wide and your head shook. 

“No… no! I’m never going to eat that you cannot force me,” you screamed. You couldn’t. There was no possibility that that was something you were going to eat. 

His hand pinched your jaw and you could feel it go numb from how hard he grabbed you. 

“Fortunately for you, it doesn’t work if I force you… so lucky me I got a way to sway your decide your decision.” 

His hand that gripped your jaw let you go roughly. He summoned something in his hand, it was a piece of paper that you screamed at the sight of. 

Your mother lay dead on the paper. Blood smeared her face and her body. It was like you were looking in a window. Everything was so clear that you could see the small birthmark on her cheek. 

You sobbed loudly trying your best to come up with ways she might’ve survived. To come up with anything. You knew that it was real that that was your real mother on the paper. You couldn’t stop crying. 

"Hey hey you’re alright,” he said with a smile before it disappeared entirely and he gripped your throat. 

“I made my sacrifice, now it's your turn,” he said with no sympathy. 

There was a moment where it was only your whimpers and sobs before Tom rolled his eyes. 

“If you don’t eat it willingly I will murder the rest of your friends. What were their names again…? Eva and Amy? Oh, Arianna.” 

You sobbed unable to control the tears falling. 

He brought the fruit to your lips and you couldn’t avoid this. You knew only one outcome was going to happen—one where Tom wins. You sobbed harder as it reached your tongue. 

Everyone you ever loved was going to forget about you. As if you never existed to them. 

As you swallowed it you collapsed unable to hold yourself up from the pulling of the ropes. You didn’t even fight it. You couldn’t. You just let the darkness crawl over you. 

. . .

You couldn’t shake the feeling of Tom’s breath all over your face as he held you down. 

You felt sick and you were to the point of exhaustion. You could barely remember how you got there. Who you were. You could only think of him in between your legs. 

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered and it reminded you of a time before. A time of happiness long forgotten. 

He spilled himself into you for the fourth time in a row. He softly cooed at you, a smile forming on his lips. 

“When my seed takes…. You shall be blessed with a child of Gaunt,” Tom moaned. The idea makes him rut into you harshly. 

“You would like that wouldn’t you?”

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Foolish, foolish thing.

✩Tom Riddle x Reader

Summary: The one where Tom reflects on how much he hates everything, yet he can’t seem to stop. Alternatively: Tom has a dramatic internal monologue.

A/N: I’m going to cry this is actually so foul but REPOST since I accidentally deleted my fucking account. I now have to try remember whatever I wrote 😭. This was my first ever fic so be nice ( or don’t it’s ok)

Song: Sour Switchblade - Elita

Warning: Brief mention of unaliving

There were many things in life that angered Tom.

Whilst it is safe to presume that worrying about mindlessness niceties was beyond the realm of Tom Riddle’s concerns, one could ground some form of justification for his pessimistic outlook on life.

See, anger is a scale. One one end, you have the mild anger. A brief moment of frustration - a hot flash, an unthought remark. It comes just as quickly as it goes. We all felt it. Wether it was reasoned or not, we all did. United in our emotions.

Then , there’s the midpoint of the spectrum, a noticeable presence in the day. Anger wraps her hands around your throat, she does not squeeze. The presence is noticeable, but not burdening. It affects you for a day, perhaps two . This one lingers slightly. It pushes at the surface of the heart, scratches lightly. No visible mark. Tom perhaps most resonated with this. Anger, like all emotions, was a part of being human, being mortal. In the absence of anger, we would not have happiness. Anger was not inherently bad.

Aristotle believed that the most virtuous of people; Those who hoped to achieve eudamonia - enlightenment- would find a golden mean inbetween the emotions. Everything was paired. For recklessness, you had cowardice. For the indulgent, you had the unfeeling.

The traits we associate with virtue, such as bravery, or compassion, lay inbetween the vices of excess and deficiency.

So let anger be the vice of deficiency, bitter and resentful. Happiness is the vice of excess, obsequious and suppliant. Most of us would fall somewhere in the middle, fluctuating between excess and deficiency.

Tom lived in deficiency. He let the anger accumulate. She held her hand against his throat, not enough to suffocate but enough for him to forget what it was like to breathe, uninterrupted. He seldom grew used to her presence, a welcome sight. That seemingly harmless scratch, the anger that wasn’t enough to send him lashing out, or breaking down, every single day. It erodes at him.

The only testament to Tom Riddle having a heart was the damage inflicted on it.

Perhaps what sent Tom to the very end of the spectrum was laughable. He could tolerate the relentless tirades from the children at the home he stayed at. He never cared much for their words anyways, it wasn’t enough to tip the scale.

It wasn’t the way his peers had largely changed their attitude to him after he had discovered he was the heir of Slytherin. The same mouths that tormented him, now singing his praises. No, he didnt care for that. Wether people liked him or not, he knew power came from fear. Yes, perhaps to establish that standing he needed to employ charisma, be at least undetected. But trust, and respect, would not get him anyway here. Anything that is earned, can be revoked. Fear was instilled. It was engrained - it controlled what you did, and how you did it.

So what did push Tom to that forsakes far end of the spectrum? The place where anger constricts your airways? She digs her teeth into the side of your neck and tugs at your heart?

Foolishness.

Tom hated foolishness.

He loathed it. The mere sight of it gnawed at his very being (or what was left of it) . He could not stand the the foolish. Those who deluded themselves into thinking it was ok to wallow in self pity. Those who believed they were untouched.

Any form of foolishness? He hated it.

One cannot live in constant anger for long. The toll it takes on the being is too high, it is simply not sustainable. There was a beautiful irony in Tom’s pursuit for immortality, for if he didn’t seek to do so he would surely be dead in a year. Two, if he was lucky.

Why? Because more often than not, Tom had now been living with an excess of anger for the better part of a year. He learnt how to breathe whilst being suffocated, learnt how to compose himself despite the pressure it exerted on him. Tom was witnessing the very thing that angered him so much daily now.

And he was the perpetrator.

His anger for foolishness came from his utter disbelieve that anyone could, or would, willingly allow themselves to be fooled. To be vulnerable, to have something that they blindly followed. He thought it was simply the most unthinkable, daft action anyone could do. Yet, when it came to you, Tom was an absolute fool.

There is no polite way to put it, really. Tom thought nothing of you when he first met you. No sort of spark, a burn, an indescribable longing. No- to him you were the nameless person he spent every Thursday afternoon with during your double potions lesson.

But maybe that was better. It wasn’t on some kind of hedonistic basis that he fell for you.

Rather, it was his very being that fell for you before he could even comprehend what happened.

It was alien to him, the way his heart beat ever so slightly quicker when you would brush past him to reach for some ingredients, the faint scent of your perfume sending him into a haze. It was him searching for you subconsciously every thursday, it was him somehow being attuned to every laugh you exchanged with your friends at the far end of the slytherin table. It was obsessive, it crept up on him and grabbed him, holding him hostage to his own dismay.

Tom's realization gnawed at the very fabric of his identity, as if the foundation of his carefully constructed persona was slowly eroding. The anger he harbored towards foolishness now manifested within himself, and the more he tried to resist, the deeper he found himself sinking into the quicksand of emotions he disdained.

Every moment with you chipped away at the fortress he built around his heart. It was a cruel irony, for the very emotion he deemed foolish had become an adversary within. The disdain he felt for the vulnerability of others now echoed in his own internal struggle, and the knowledge that he, the formidable Tom Riddle, was succumbing to such weakness tormented him.

Love was an unwelcome guest, an intruder in the sanctuary of his calculated existence. He despised the way his thoughts involuntarily veered towards you, the way his heart betrayed the logic he clung to so desperately.

He hated the way you made him feel. The way he found himself wanting to be near you. He found that he didn’t mind stopping what he was doing if he could be with you. You didn’t willingly veer him off his path to greatness, but heaven knows that for you? Tom would careen himself off that track. And he hated that fact.

He hated it so much he contemplated snuffling the life out of you when you sat together in your room, subdued by a comfortable silence. He contemplated ending it all (whether it be you, or him) . A simple flick of his wand, it’s all he needed to do, and you’d be gone.

But no.

See, Anger lingered, it built up. But love?

Love clung. It burrowed into the desolate hallways of his heart, embedding its tendrils into him, refusing to ever leave.

It was a bitter pill to swallow, and the taste lingered like an enduring reminder of his own fallibility-

His own humanity.

The universe, it seemed, reveled in weaving the threads of his downfall from the very fabric he detested – the foolishness of love.

A small sigh, whether it be of defeat or acceptance (were they really ever different things?) escapes his lips, as he turns over, the feeble blanket that enveloped the both of you providing little to no warmth in the mid November night.

His eyes trace over your sleeping form; the gentle rise and fall of your chest. His hand hesitates for a second, gently reaching out. He places his hand ever so lightly atop of your chest, the warmth of your body seeping into him the same way your very being sept into his. He feels the rhythmic beating of your heart, and is once again reminded of how easy it would be. To just pierce the damned thing, and not feel this way anymore. To not feel like you were drowning him , yet he also needed you to breathe.

He hesitates for a second but ultimately, as he has always done, moves his hand up to brush away a strand of misplaced hair from your face, as he lets his eyes flutter shut. He pulls the blanket slightly tighter over himself, resting his head near your shoulder, forehead pressed against your skin.

He’ll do it another day, he convinces himself.

Such a foolish, foolish thing.

Brother's Toy

Imagine:

Being known as the riddle brothers plaything that everyone needs to leave you alone and not look at you for too long because one or both of the brothers were always with you but one of the griffendores was ballsy enough to smack your ass as you walked down the hall, not surprising at all mattheo beat him to a pulp as Tom brought you back to their dorm.

"Fuck we're gonna have to smack that ass baby intil our hand prints have covered that sick fucks one and we're gonna fuck you intill you forget about that whole thing because your ours and no one will ever touch you like that again we'll make sure of it"

On September 11, 2001, Port Authority Police Department Lt. David Lim was in the basement below the World Trade Center's South Tower with his K-9 partner Sirius when he felt the building violently tremble. Feeling duty-bound to assist potentially injured civilians, Lim took time to secure Sirius in his kennel and then went to investigate the disruption, telling his partner, "I'll be back for you."

After miraculously surviving the collapse of the North Tower, Lim's first instinct was to find Sirius, but he was rushed into an ambulance and brought to St. Vincent's Hospital for treatment of injuries he had sustained from the collapse. Unfortunately, Sirius was not as lucky as Lim. His remains, recovered in the winter of 2002 in the wreckage of the South Tower, were ceremoniously removed from Ground Zero with a full honor guard, in a manner befitting a hard-working member of the PAPD.

Recently, Lim donated items in memory of Sirius to the 9/11 Memorial Museum, including a training leash and one of Sirius' badges. Additionally, he gifted the soiled boots and gun belt that he had worn on September 11, 2001 as vestiges of his remarkable survivor story.

I know I’m late but rest in peace to the nearly 3,000 people who lost their lives and the thousands of people injured. Huge thanks to the 343 firefighters and 60 officers who risked their lives to save others. I send my prayers to the families of the victims and injured individuals. May god be with you all. ❤️

FILE - A NY-NJ Port Authority Police Officer salutes near a painting of Sirius, a K9 dog killed during the terrorist attack at the World Trade Center, during a memorial service at Liberty State Park April 24, 2002 in Jersey City, NJ. A yellow lab named Sirius was the only known K-9 to die in the attacks. Sirius was in the basement below the World Trade Center's South Tower with his handler, Port Authority Police Department Lt. David Lim, when they felt the building "violently tremble.”

Thank you to the K-9’s and their handlers who assisted in the search for bodies of both the dead and injured.

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Pov: You think sakura is weak

When sakura haters say she’s weaker than sasuke and naruto. Like please sakura came from an average normal family and managed to surpass a legendary sannin. Naruto was a Jinchunuriki and sasuke was from the most powerful clan in the village the uchiha. Sakura was able to single handedly defeat a highly powerful ninja named Kido Tsumiki, despite the anbu taking a highly powerful tailed beast drug. Without sakura’s medical feat Kankuro, Hinata, Karin, Naruto, Sasuke, and many others would have died during the 4th great ninja war and early on the series. Literally sakura managed to heal naruto continuously for three day’s completely depleting all of her chakra to keep him alive. Sakura never earned power ups, meaning everything she has was earned through hard work and dedication. You’re delusional and ignorant if you believe sakura is weak honestly open your eyes. Sakura has literally done more than you’ve done in your entire life.

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Chapter 183, The Promise

Pff

Shikamaru is basically telling Sakura that her emotional appeals didn't work on Sasuke and now they will need to use 'resources' that Sakura doesn't have. Skills and fighting power. Lol

"Your role has ended."

Cuz that's all she is good for. Crying. Hehehe.

Sakura thought she was a full fledged kunoichi during her chuunin exams.

Lolol this is basically Kishimoto telling the audience that Sakura can't do shit, she simply can't able to, she doesn't have the requirements of a shinobi that literally every team member has, like Kiba, Chouji, Neji, and even an injured Lee. Shikamaru is a pretty reliable character too so the audience will take his word to be true in general.

Well Kishi always meant for Sakura's strength to be similar to other shinobis like Kiba and Shikamaru. Not even close to Sasuke and Naruto's strength. In part one, Sakura's contribution to battles is almost zero to none. Lol. And even in part two, characters such as Shikamaru and Chouji not only contribute to the war efforts considerably but accomplish quite a bit and come of age in their own right. Sakura couldn't even get that proportionately hahahaha. This chapter served to make Sakura realise how absolutely useless she truly was. But well, nothing much changed in part two either. Hahaha.

Oh and -

Poor Sakura. Always looking at their backs. And not just Naruto and Sasuke's. 😭

自分を信じない奴なんかに努力する価値はない」

-うずまき ナルト