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hear me out [if its not too uncomfy for u]: zora n fem reader convo after she had a failed suicide attempt (angst to comfort)

ofc! i would absolutely do this for you - ive actually been thinking of making a bigger fanfic that's based around the concept of a heavily bitter and depressed reader and basing it around their slow recovery-

and if any of yall wanna know i was listening to dark red - steve lacey and homage - mile high club while writing this

Masterlist<3

warning: mentions of suicide, depression...

Zora x Reader - The Fall

"Why?..."

You sit in your room in the Black Bulls Hideout in the dark. It's night, and your curtains are drawn shut to block out the moonlight, the brightness of it giving you a headache.

You completely ignore the redhead standing at the door, who had just burst in unannounced and unwelcome. You wanted to be left alone and this is what they give you?

He had just gotten back from a mission, tired and irritated, only to be met with the news that you had made an attempt on your life. Apparently you'd spent the last day and a half in your room, not coming out and not bothering to socialise of even get up and eat something. You had told Henry that you needed time to think, and to recover, so he had to make sure that noone could find you with the assurance that he would check on you every few hours to make sure you were okay.

So you have no clue as to how Zora had found you. Maybe Henry was getting worried and lead him to you.

"Tell me, what you were thinking!?"

His eyes are filled with something you can't recognise for a second, a deep sinking feeling clutching at his heavy heart as he looks at you, layed down on your bed and staring at the wall, long matted hair draping over your body and falling off the bed.

You don't respond to him for a few seconds, simply staring at the cold, bleak, grey wall on the other side of the room as you try to think of something to say.

"... 'm sorry..."

"...Is that really all you have to say about it?"

His voice is pained, and you've never heard him with this much emotion in his voice before, yet you show no outward reaction other than the slow tears that well up in your waterline, building up and collecting in the inner corner of your eye to be blinked away, the warm trails running over the bridge of your nose and soaking into the bed beneath you. It's so quiet in here you can practically hear the tears hitting the pillow in a soft patter.

The way you are right now, Zora only sees a shell of the person he used to know.

"Come on... Talk to me! What the hell were you thinking?!..."

Your soft sniffle is what interrupts him. You just feel so defeated and deflated. Like all purpose and meaning in your life had just been pried from your fingertips when you were so close to getting better. And, God, you were so close...

"He doesn't remember me."

That catches the redhead off guard. What the hell were you talking about? Oh. No. He knows now. And he instantly lets out a melancholy sound, like a grieved moan. There's a heavy weight in his chest and he felt how his heart dropped into his stomach at your words, gutted for you, and genuinely mournful. There's so much understanding in just that sound alone, so much empathy.

"He doesn't even remember me. Everything i did for him. To get to him. To catch up with him... And all this time- I was nothing to him. I wasn't even a stranger to him. I devoted everything i had to revenge - getting back at him for leaving me behind... What a fucking joke."

"..."

Zora has absolutely no clue what to say in response. You're a ticking time bom right now, ready for all of that heartache and crushing hopelessness to bubble into anger and hatred, and he needed to say the exact right thing to make sure that that didn't happen.

"You can kill that asshole another time. You'll have your chance to give him a reminder. I promise you that... But he was never worth your life. And you gotta be smart enough to realise that none of us are willing to lose you, you idiot.

Plus, if you die now, all you'll ever be is one of his failures. You'll be forever immortalised as his mistake. But you can do so much better than that. And you can bet your ass we'll be backing you every step of the way. So come on and get up out of bed already, enough pouting."

He knows that a little motivational speech fuelled by spite will get you going, he only hopes that it'll be enough after what happened. You were so lost in despair, he almost doesn't know if he brought you back out or not, and whether you're willing to keep on.

But his worries are eased as he sees a little bit of life spark in those eyes when you look at him, and he's gives you a delighted, shark-toothed grin as the corner of your lips twitches into a small and delicate smile, vulnerable and open.

"We're right here with you, and we'll stay that way for every step you take."

His expression softens as he looks at you, ruffling your hair slightly and ignoring the pang of his heart when you lean into his touch.

"Come on, gremlin, time to speak with the family..."

That's ok with them headcannons instead!

(Alright. Thank you. Since I know how it feels to struggle with depression myself, it feels close to heart with this one.)

Owl house x Reader Headcanon

(Idk if this should be a trigger warning, but this post deals with depression. More under the cut)

💜Comfort with Lumity(Reader Noceda/Luz’s sibling)💗

Growing up, you and Luz didn’t get along with other people and that really take a toll of your mental health. Being bullied by almost everyone and even the teachers dislike you really didn’t make it better and soon you fall into a harsh depression along with trying to keep your grades on board.

Despite, having depression, you still tried your best to act all normal and positive..but even that doesn’t last forever.

When you and Luz got the boiling isles..it felt…a bit good..but even with new friends..:new school..and everything…it doesn’t take it away…cause deep down, you knew this won’t last forever.

After everything…it’s became too much..too much to bear…so you just stay in your room…shaking…breathing heavily. Amity and Luz immediately noticed this and would immediately check on you…but also as soft as possible.

They know how much depression can take a toll, especially if you hold it for so long..they would gently sit next to you and let you cry it out.

I imagine them gently rubbing your back..well Luz mostly being your sibling..Amity would gently comfort you with soft and gentle words..assure you that it’s ok to cry and feel vulnerable.

During an episode, they often comfort you silently..letting you cry as much as you can, but also make sure you don’t cry TOO much…still letting you cry though.

After you calm down, they still comfort you and would listen to you whenever you want to talk about your problems..even if you don’t, they still gonna comfort you and help you the best they can.

Overall, Luz is your sibling and Amity is your sibling figure and they both care about you and want you to be safe and ok.

(I hope you like this. Sorry if it’s too short or anything. This was really fun to write and it helps me a lot as well as I hope it helps you.

If anyone is struggling..remember that you’re not alone and it’s ok to not hold everything in)

Aemond x Depressed!Reader

Part two Part three

• Parents and Measters recognizing readers' melancholy personality at a young age

• Doing their best to care for reader without making them worse

• Parents loving reader without fail

• Parents crying because reader tried to show affection

"John! John!"

Lady Meraider shouted across the room as she interrupted her husband's meeting. Lord Meraider turned to face his wife with swift panic. Only to see a smile accompanied with tears. Lady Meraider practically fell into her lord husband's arms. She laughed through hiccups as Lord Meraider held her. She finally gained composer and loosened her grip on her husband.

"What is it my love? Why are your emotions out of control?"

"It's y/n, "

"Are they alright?!"

"Yes, yes! Everything is perfect!"

"Then what has happened?"

"I was talking with her Septa, about how her studies were going. And while we were talking y/n came into the room, all quiet as usual."

Lady Meraider gave way to tears again. Lord Meraider wiped her tears so she could continue.

"Y/N came in and decided she wanted a cuddle, it only lasted a minute or so before she left again, but Husband. She cuddled me of her own will!"

Thus time Lord Meraider gave way to tears along with his wife.

• Readers parents having high hopes for when they come of age

• Their daughter is wonderful who could not love her their special baby after all, all her peers enjoy her company, and many of them being males

• Parents already giving grand plans for thier daughters wedding

• Depressed!Daughter peers not liking/shaming them first their dreary disposition

• Daughters peers not liking that despite her constant sadness males are willing to try for her (they don't try too hard though)

• The mothers disappointment and the fathers anger when others flat out reject their daughter

Lord Meraider tossed his cutlery across his plate as he watched another lords daughter cut into his daughters dance. Only to see the boy agree to the other girl. The Meraider daughter doesn't look upset to the untrained eye, but her parents knew. They knew that they would both have to sleep that evening knowing their daughter would cry that night. Especially since this was the third dance she had been jilted.

"Fools, all of them. They should be grateful I even invited them here."

"I know husband, I know."

Both parents sigh as they watched their daughter gracefully leave the dance floor without causing a scene.

"Once day, I promise you wife. Our daughter may appear the be prey to these harlets, but she has a fire. I've seen it in her eyes. She will outshine them all."

• Lord Meraider sending his daughter to his brothers for a possible marriage pact

• Daughter not knowing who the marriage pact is with (if she knew she would not show)

• Reader helping her cousins get ready rather than herself, said cousins, having to heavily persuade reader to let them doll her up

• (Emerald or black dress) the dress readers cousins had made specifically for her

• Reader doesn't meet cousins potential betrothed, but he does see her

• Reader waits with her cousins in line from oldest to youngest while the potential husband arrives

A great storm begins to brew as the Baratheon's wait for their guest. All wait with excited nerves and cautious brains. All but one, the one who is unaware of who the guest really is. The storm rumbles through the keep, shaking windows, and the inhabitants' hearts. With a crash of lightning, another sound of thunder echoed about, only this one was different. It shook fear into the patient inhabitants, causing a few to gasp and jump in their place. Non but one recognized the sound.

"What was that?"

"Sounded like a Demon, or some monster."

"Stop trying to scare your sister!"

"It was just thunder."

The sound echoed again, but this time ahead of the thunder. With the sound of nature accompanying the ferocious entity it made the sound it emitted lounder than before. The inhabitants of the keep looked to the ceiling as the metal fixtures shook with the terrifying sound.

"That's not thunder."

The fear inside the room grew in an immense measure. The suitor was here.

• Reader stood with her cousins, she was just as nervous but was better put together from a strangers eye view

• The cousins had taken a step back leaving Depressed!Reader to be front and center

• When the daughters notice the distance between them and their cousins, they try to pull her back to them only for the prince's voice to stop them in their tracks

"It appears I have been mislead. Should I translate this to you trying to deceive the crown?"

The prince's voice echoed through the grand hall. The lord of the keep scoffed.

"You think I would purposely offend the brother of the crown? My prince, please tell what has offended you so that I may correct it?"

The prince let's a hum vibrate from him. As if in deep thought, he looks to the young woman. They girls reach for the one closest to the one eyed prince. There was only four children of the lord, yet he was seeing five young woman. Unbeknownst to them he had remembered and recognized one of them. One he had missed for a time.

"I seem to recall you only having four daughters. Why do I see five young woman in my presence?"

The lord did his best to not laugh. It was a simple mistake. One that could have been avoided if his forerunner had done his job.

"My apologies, my prince. Let me clear up any confusion."

• The lord introduced each of his daughters from eldest to youngest, each one avoided eye contact with the prince

• When his eye settled on the one he remembered, he caught her eyes on him before she gave him a deep bow

• The prince watched her as she was introduced, she stirred something from within him

• The lord suggested a dinner to be held to welcome the prince and his decision

• The prince had decided he would make his decision before the end of the night despite the lord wanting him to know the young lady's

"I will marry the sweetest one." Announced the prince as he removed himself from the dinner chair

• The lady's lined up, ready to wish the prince good rest, they were confused as the prince lingered

• The prince and lord shared a look as if to know what the other intended to do

"Just a kiss is all I ask, just one from each of you. I only ask for the sweetest one to be my wife." The prince stated before approaching the daughter closest to him. Each one shocked by the searching kiss from the prince. Each squeak from his daughters made the Lord worried and fearful. Worried for how his daughters will feel after the invasive proposition and fearful of the prince being displeased.

• When the prince kissed the reader, her whimper was the lowest in noise, nearly nonexistent compared to her cousins

• Their kiss lasted the longest, and the prince allowed his lips to move along

• Not to mention, he continued the kiss after the reader layed her hand on his forearm, he had immediately removed himself when one of her cousins had touched him

• The prince detached himself with a hum watching a readers eyes fluttered open

After a pause of watching the prince hold and stare down his niece, the lord spoke. "Has a decision been made, my prince? Have my daughters or niece met your standards?" Again the prince hummed, this time from deep within his throat. "Sweet." Was all the prince had said before exiting the dining hall.

Very self-indulgent this is. Thinking about fleshing this out into a full story. Depending on how motivated I am, this may or may not happen. Will most likely turn into an oc x Aemond instead of an x reader.

Depressed!Reader x Aemond Targareyn II

Part one Part three

• Reader being kept up all night thinking about her kiss with the prince, it wasn't there first kiss but was the first kiss that felt real

• Reader finally falling asleep to what they thought was thunder but is really Vagnar purring

• Prince Aemond wanting to breakfast with reader in private, him having to settle for only a few hours alone with them

"I can not in good faith leave you alone with her. She may be my blood but I have no say over her."

"Her parents sent in hopes of her to be betrothed, no? And you're telling me I can't eat alone with my wife."

"She is not your wife yet."

The lords angry statement led him into a glare off with the prince. A position one would never want to be in. 'Glaring at a prince.' The lord thought. 'I could be killed and no one would bat an eye.' Thankfully the lord saw reason and looked away from the prince. With a sigh the lord tried to articulate his own words.

"I only meant, that my niece is very important to our house. She may not seem important to her peers as I'm sure you know."

The prince hummed in agreement. He had heard the whispers and disrespectful to the lords only niece. He remebers pig nosed little girls tripping the young doe as she walked down the Red Keep. He remebers how she was mocked for not standing up for herself, and apologizing when it was unnecessary. He remembers how sweet she tasted when he had kissed her. He remembers how he couldn't sleep since he had reacquainted himself with her. He remembers how he was going to choose her the moment he saw her, for she was unforgettable.

"I know of my bride to be, and I know of her strengths."

The lord let out a sigh. He knows he can't deny his highness, but he also can't put his niece in harms way.

"I can give you a private room to breakfast with my niece. This does not mean none will seek you out. My niece is very much loved."

• It taking the prince five minutes to convince reader it was with permission that they are breaking fast together

• Aemond watching reader shyly eats the sweets he had plated for her

• Sweet was all the prince could think of as he watched her lick the sweet sugar of her lips

"Do you have a particular sweet you enjoy most?"

Aemond's betrothed slows her chew to hide her blush behind her hands. Red creeped upon her cheeks as she thought of an answer to give the prince. Aemond thought the color adorning her cheeks was very fitting considering where she will reside after the issue of who will sit on the throne passes.

• Aemond manages to talk to reader about what she is expecting from their marriage, the prince not expecting reader to talk about doing her duty and anything else he may ask of her

• Before he could assure his betrothed of her position in his life her eldest cousin came looking for her in hopes to help her ready for a warm bath

• Aemond wandering close to the living quarters as to not miss being around reader

• When reader is finally done with her bath Prince Aemond happened to be down the hall from her room when she exited her chambers

• The prince and reader freezing when they see each other

• Caught in each other's gaze, unknowing in what the other thinks (hint, hint, they are thinking about what the other could be thinking)

• The cousins were quick to talk about it

"Did you see?"

"Calm down, or she will hear you. We don't want her to retreat into herself again."

"Talking aout how our cousin is swooning the Prince are we."

"He's more receptive than I thought. Ow! Don't hit me!"

"Don't insult the Prince."

"They are across the keep neither will hear."

"Stop getting off topic! Our cousin is winning herself a Prince!"

"Are you really surprised? She's a gem compared to all. Even we don't shine in her presence."

"A shame it's the one eyed Prince who finally fell for her charms."

"Sister! Out of all the Prince's at least he is honorable."

"That is true. The one half of his face is pleasant to look at, so no doubt our cousin thinks he is Devine!"

The girls fall into a fit of giggles that can be heard down the hallway where the Prince and his betrothed were walking.

• The Lord of house invited his court together to discuss the terms sent by the Prince's brother, the now King

• Being the dutiful Prince he is Aemond stayed close to his betrothed, keeping her company and conversation

• Those in attendance did their best to pay attention, but the sound of soft murmuring and a not so terrifying smirk from the Prince and his betrothed seemed to enthrall all

Depressed!Reader x Aemond Targareyn III

Part one Part two

• Lucerys immediately thinking how his terrifying uncle could be so close to a beautiful woman, but his confusion disappears once his uncle looks up at him

• Lucerys trying his best to be respectful, but Aemond and his betrothed are making it hard to focus

• He watched as the lord was being read his mother's letter

Aemond leaned into reader's ear, on his face held a devious smirk. His eyes glowed alight as she reacted to his words. Her small smile turned wide and her face colored red. Reader tried to cover her face as a way to hide her laugh, but it was still heard.

• Lucerys watched as the beautiful woman touched his uncle, unafraid and uncaring of his reaction. He watched as Aemond smiled at her touch. He watched as his uncle's remaining eye glowed with mirth. Aemond's betrothed left her hand on the prince as he moved closer to her.

• Lucerys couldn't look away from their connection until the lord spoke to him.

"You think I'll just bend over an oath of my father? How do I benefit this? The king at least brought a betrothal to be offered, what of you?"

Lucerys tried his best but he still appeared nervous.

"I can not offer anything my lord, I am already betrothed."

"So you offer nothing." The lord stated with a sigh. He looked over to his niece as she conversed with her newly betrothed. Despite being proud she was able to catch the prince's eye, the lord couldn't help but notice she was just a showing smitten with as he her.

"At least something good has come from The House of Dragon not knowing who its ruler is. Go back to your mother boy, and tell her no oath will be kept here."

• Lucerys trying to make s quick but confident exit

• He made the mistake of looking to his uncle

"Wait, Lord Strong! You have a debt to be paid."

Lucas could hear the other ladies gasp and murmur to each other. The one thing he didn't expect to see was what he saw when he turned around. Aemond had been known in his family as having a certain fire in his eye, a fire that would ignite when violence was promised. This was the first time Lucerys saw that fire in someone else's eyes that wasn't his stepfather.

"You think I will just let you walk away from me? I intend to collect, but I will be generous. You will get to choose which eye, a privilege I did not get."

Reader took in a breath as she listened to her betrothed words. Yet her admiration did not falter, fire burned in her eyes.

• Aemond promising his nephews eye as a gift for his betrothed, Lucerys stares in shock that the woman beside his uncle did not seem bothered by his promise.

• Lucerys almost running out of the hall when Lord Borros dismissed his and Aemond's dispute

• Aemond's long legs carrying him out if the hall with his betrothed trying to follow him

• Reader noticed he left his dagger and was wanting to return it to him

The Prince marched out of Storm's End trying to catch up with his nephew. He couldn't help but hear his betrothed heels march along with him. He quickly turned around catching his love as she bumped right into him. Grasping both her wrists he found his dagger lying in her palms.

"What are you doing? Planning on following me into the storm?!"

"If I must!" The usually shy woman shouted at the Prince. Her face determined but Aemond could see the uncertainty in her eyes. He held onto her firmly but he stayed silent allow her to speak.

"You ignite something within me my Prince, a fire I hadn't known. A fire I have only felt with you and no one else." Aemond pulls his love close to him forgetting all about proprietary and reputation.

"Who thought you to speak so boldly." The Prince sounded angry but his love could see it in his eye. He was amused, happy to see her express herself. He hummed to himself as he held her close. The hands holding his dagger drift down his body, they find his waist and deposit the dagger to its home, the sheath upon his waist.

"Speak plainly to me, let me hear your desire." Their lips were touching as the Prince spoke. His betrothed was barely holding herself up.

"Don't take the boy's eye, " Her sentence was left unfinished as Aemond pushed himself away. His remaining eye gave her a scathing glare. Had she lied to him through their whole meeting? The Prince scoffed and continued his march to Vahgar.

"I am getting what I am owed, no one is stopping me from that."

"I wasn't trying to, my Prince listen." The Prince did not answer nor did he turn around for her. He had Vahgar in his grasp but was pulled away by a much smaller force. Quickly he turned around grabbing her arm that had latched onto him. He used his free hand to grasp her face, making her look at him. Aemond kept his eye determined not showing that he did not want to hurt her, but if he needed to.

"I do not want his eye my love. That night you lost what he took from you." The Prince squeezed his betrothed face. His patience was wearing thin.

"You also gained something. A dragon, my prince. You ride Vhagar! She chose you to be her rider, she listens to you, and she hears your commands. My prince, rider of the largest dragon in the world. My betrothed who I can't wait to marry and who can't wait to bed me." Aemond's stern face fell showing his love how her words were affecting him. His grip lessened from her face, he allowed his hands to drift down her body.

"An eye will not settle an already outweighed debt." The Prince pulled his betrothed close to him so that their bodies were touching.

"And what would you have me do?" His lips tickled hers.

"Bring me his dragon."