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Blood-Stained Rose Masterlist - Daminette (AO3) (Wattpad)
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The thing is that Ilya has no fucking clue what autism is. He probably read the word when some twitter user called Shane autistic and wanted to look it up but got distracted by a post about Shane's tits or smth.
What he does know though is that Shane folds his clothes before sex. And he smiles at him with adoration when he does it and doesn't rush him or make fun of him for it. He knows Shane doesn't always pick up on his jokes and sarcasm "That's French, Ilya" but he doesn't mind it and would never make Shane feel bad about it or dismiss his response "Yeah I know, Shane". He knows Shane has a PhD in The Arts of Overthinking "Now the bed's all dirty" so he playfully chases his worries away and closes all those open tabs in Shane's brain "What? Shut up". He knows Shane will not rest until he has everything in his life under control so he grumbles when Shane wakes him up in the middle of the night to tell him how they can make it all work but still listens intently to his plan. He knows Shane feels overwhelmed and anxious when stuff doesn't go down as planned "This is my actual fucking nightmare, Ilya" "I'm okay I'm just freaking out I'll be okay in a second" so he softly comforts him and supports him through it "Then maybe it's time to wake up, yes?" "We're good here, your family's here, you're boyfriend's here, we're good here, ok?" He knows Shane has to hear it to believe it "My boyfriend?" so he gently goes "I mean yes, I think so, probably".
He doesn't know Shane is autistic but he knows Shane and he loves Shane and Shane happens to be autistic
ilya: i didn’t set up an ad campaign with the two of us together, call you pretty, tease you in the shower, and then almost get caught by your mom in the elevator for you to get our anniversary wrong. since summer before, shane
No, really, he was going to throw up. He could feel the bile rising in his throat as his panicked breaths came out faster and faster.
He had just left the meeting with coach Theriault, Marcel, and Greg Vance, in which he was basically told that he shouldn’t bother coming back to finish the season, and that he should get his things and go.
It wasn’t like Shane thought they’d renew his contract next year, but not letting him finish the season? That was a new low.
A voice in his head, one that sounded suspiciously like Ilya, wanted to smile and wish Theriault good luck winning this year without him. But Shane simply swallowed his tears and left the office without saying anything.
Fuck, he needed to get his shit together. He was still the team captain, no matter what Theriault and Vance said, and he needed to talk to the team. Explain, let them know what’s going on.
Fuck, they’re going to hate him.
All he wanted at the moment was to curl into a ball against Ilya back home, block everything and everyone else. He wanted his fucking fiancé, wanted to hold his hand and rest his head against his chest, wanted the feeling of safety that came from being near Ilya.
Jesus, he wanted Ilya so bad right now.
His fiancé had offered to accompany him, but Shane declined, knowing that having Ilya there would only make things worse with his team. Hayden had tried to make it sound better than it probably was,but Shane knew they were furious with him.
Fuck.
He couldn’t do this. He wasn’t breathing right, his head was pounding almost as hard as his heart, and his limbs felt like they were stuck in cement.
He was going to die right here. What a shame to die so young. Shane had always taken care of his body, careful not to eat or drink anything that would harm it, and yet he was going to die at 28 years old right here in the hallway.
Shane hadn’t noticed that he had sunk to the floor, back pressed against the wall, until he felt two arms shaking him lightly.
“Shane?” Hayden’s worried voice reached his ears. “Shane, can you hear me?”
Shane managed to nod lightly, his head tucked between his knees.
“Ok. You- You are having a panic attack.”
No shit.
“Do you want me to call-”
Shane shook his head. As much as he wanted Ilya to be here right now- and god, he wanted that so bad, he didn’t want to worry the other man more than he already had. Besides, he can handle this. He will handle this, the moment he stops breathing like a cat with asthma.
“Ok, did the-” Shane could hear the hesitation in Hayden’s voice. “Did the meeting not go well?”
Shane struggled to hold in a choked sob. When had he started crying? He needed to get his shit together.
“I am done here,” He managed to say through panicd breathes.
“Don’t be ridiculous, they won’t-”
“They told me not to come back,” Shane let his anger fuel him, managing to lift his head from between his knees to look at his best friend, who was kneeling beside him. “I can’t even finish the fucking season.”
Hayden stared at him as if Shane had grown a second head. “No way, that’s- that’s insane-”
“Apparently, they really don’t want to have a fag on the team,” Shane let his head drop back against the wall. “Fuck, I- Hayden, I don’t know what to fucking do.”
“Hey,” Hayden grabbed his arm. “No. That’s- They are just being stupid right now, ok? They’ll- they’ll realize that they made a mistake in no time. You are the best player this team has ever seen. They will not let you go so easily. Vance is a dick, but there is no way he is that stupid.”
Shane knew that Hayden was wrong. Vance was that stupid. He would rather let Shane go and cost the team this season than allow him to play after what he had learned.
Nevertheless, having Hayden there, talking to him and grabbing his arm, helped Shane calm down a bit and ground himself.
“Vance would rather kill himself than have a fag play on his team.” Shane’s voice was a bit steadier now. “But that’s- that’s ok. I mean, not ok ok, but, I- we thought it might happen. I’ll be fine.”
“Don’t say that,” Hayden said instinctively. He looked torn between anger, guilt, and sadness. The three emotions battled for their place across his face before he shook his head, as if trying to throw them away. “What are you going to do?”
“I’ll probably go play for Ottawa,” Shane confessed. “Andlauer had already reached out to me earlier this year. They are three players short of their cap, and they can definitely afford me. It’ll be... It’ll be nice, playing with Ilya. Together.”
Despite the shity situation, Shane felt a ghost of a smile tug on his lips at the thought of playing with Ilya, of waking up next to him every single day.
As if he could read his mind, Hayden smiled at him. “Shit, man, I’m happy for you. I mean- this is a shit situation, and this whole thing is fucked, but you and Rozanov on the same line?” He shook his head. “Maybe Ottawa will finally win for the first time in forever.”
He smiled when his joke dragged a laugh out of his best friend. “So, how do you want to do this? Do you want me to talk to the guys, or-”
“No,” Shane took a deep breath and lifted his head to meet Hayden’s eyes. “I’ll do it. Still the captain for now, right?”
“Damm straight,” Hayden agreed. “Or, I mean, not straight, but you know-”
“Hayden.”
“What?”
“Shut the fuck up.”
“On it!” Hayden stood and offered Shane his arm to pull him up. “Hey, you know that I’ll always be here for you, right, man? Like, even if you’ll play for Ottawa or fucking Boston, you’ll always be my best friend.”
Shane blinked away his tears before giving Hayden a small grin. “You’re just afraid of losing your best babysitter.”
“That too,” He smiled at him as they started walking to the locker room. “So, how do you want to do this?”
That was a great question. The truthful answer was that Shane absolutely did not want to do this and would have preferred very much to just go home to his fiancé. However, he couldn’t run away from this. His team deserved an explanation.
“I’ll be honest with them. There really is nothing else to do, I mean, at the very least I can explain myself to them.”
Hayden frowned. “You don’t have to explain shit to them.”
Shane sighed and shook his head. “Feels like I do.”
They walked together silently until they reached the locker room. Shane drew a big breath.
In. Out. In. Out.
“Wish me luck,” He attempted to copy one of Ilya’s signature smirks, but the expression on Hayden’s face told him that it probably looked more like a grimace.
He opened the door.
The room was silent.
Wow. Great. Wonderful start that 100% helped ease his anxiety regarding this situation. Fuck his life.
Shane cleared his throat as if to draw everyone's attention, but there was no need for that. All eyes in the room were already on him.
Hayden slipped quietly behind him and took a seat near his locker, looking at Shane with an expression that was probably meant to be reassuring, but at the moment made Shane feel like a prisoner on death row awaiting execution.
“I, uh,”
Great start.
“I didn’t mean for you to find out this way,” He started. “I wanted to talk to you before, but...”
“Sure you did,” Andropov snorted.
Shane Elected to ignore that.
“I didn’t want you to find something else through the news, so,” Shane fidgeted with his hands behind his back, staring at the wall above Wilson. “I will not be finishing the season here.”
The room was still silent.
“I want you guys to know that it was not my decision. I have been... It was an honour, playing for this club, playing with you. This decision was made for me, and I truly wish you guys the best of luck.”
Olsson mumbled something.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t hear you.”
“I said, Finally, some good decisions from Vance.” Olsson stared at him with hatred Shane had never seen on his teammate’s face before.
“Olsson, shut the fuck up,” Hayden interjected.
“Of course, you stand up to the fag. Probably bends over for you, too, huh?”
“That’s out of line,” Shane interfered before Hayden started throwing punches. “You are allowed to be upset, but-”
“Upset?!?!” Comeau stood up. “You have been throwing away games for your little boyfriend just so he could fuck you in the ass, and you talk about being upset?”
Wow. Fuck no.
“I have never thrown a single fucking game,” Shane began to feel angry. “I never have, and I never will. Just because Ilya and I are together does not mean we go easy on each other on the ice, and you of all people should know that, Comeau. Or did you conviniently forgot that your girlfriend’s brother is Cale Wagner?”
“That’s different, and you know it. I don’t suck her brother’s dick.”
Maybe you should, you might inherit some of his talent through his dick, that will be helpfull you talentless motherfucker. The voice in his head, Ilya’s voice, said.
Shane ignored it. “I don’t see why it is. I have played against Ilya countless times, just like you played against Cale. No one has ever accused you of letting him win, so what’s the difference here?”
“Oh come on, do you think we’re stupid?” Drapeau threw his arms in the air. “We have eyes, Captain. You want us to believe that, what, you suddenly don’t know how to skate when he’s around?”
“Excuse me?” Shane blinked, becoming furious. “I still have the highest scoring rating and puck possessions than all of you. I have more assists this year than in any year before at this time, and I have scored multiple times against Ottawa, while Rozanov was playing.”
“And yet we don’t win against him,” Drapeau rolled his eyes. “You think we are stupid? You get dicked down at the beginning of the season, and suddenly you can’t play against Rozanov?”
Shane was getting tired of this bullshit.
“I play against Rozanov the same way I always have. He is one of the best players this league has ever seen, and yes, when you play against someone that good, sometimes you lose. Saying he needs me to throw away a game for him to win is not only ridiculous but downright stupid.”
“Oh, please, we all saw the difference.”
Shane was so done. He did not care anymore, not about this team, not about those people, not about what they thought about him.
“Saw what exactly? Because I have been ‘dicked down’ by Rozanov since before our rookie season, you dense, idiotic asshole.”
You could hear a pin drop.
“Rookie season?” Laine asked. “But that’s-”
“Almost ten years, yeah. So, if you want to accuse me of misconduct, that means the three cups I won for this team are invalid. Because it has always been him. It was never anybody else, and I still managed to drag this team to the top.”
Shane looked around the room at the people he had called his friends not very long ago, and felt nothing. No sadness, no shame, just... Empty.
“There isn’t a single person here who knows a version of me that isn’t in love with Ilya Rozanov. I have loved him since before I joined this team, and I’ll love him much longer after I leave it. So you can be upset, you can call me a fag and decide that everything I have given for this team means nothing, but deep down, you all know that I never lost on purpose. Deep down, you know I love this team. You know I chose to stay here instead of moving to Boston, even though they offered me a whole lot more money. You know I stayed here instead of living with the love of my life. You know I have sweated and bled for this team, so don’t pretend like you don’t know me, because I am the same person I have always been.”
“I just don’t understand why you had to go and fuck Rozanov of all people,” Berkes shrugged. “Like, there were no good men here?”
“Berkes, you are married to a woman from London. You are literally moving there at the end of the season to be with her. You of all people should know that you don’t get to choose who you fall in love with. It just... Happens. And for me, it was Ilya.”
“I just-”
“No, I’m not done talking,” Shane cut him off. He no longer felt shame or embarrassment, but instead, a red-hot fury coursed through his veins.
“Every single one of you is able to go home to your wives and girlfriends. You have a safe space, a person who knows you better than you know yourselves. And if you don’t have one yet, then you have the freedom to go out there and find them. You get to have a life outside of hockey. You get to be happy and fall in love and live. Why the fuck shouldn’t I? I have given everything for this team, and you want to tell me that... what? I should live the rest of my life lonely because that would make you more comfortable? Fuck no.”
“You could have told us-”
“Wilson, you don’t know shit about what I could or couldn’t do,” Shane cut off the defence player. “Even if I wanted to- and I didn’t, because I was afraid you would react the same fucking way you are reacting now- did any of you think for a single moment about the fact that Ilya is from fucking Russia?”
The room was silent.
“Huh? No? That’s weird. What, Wilson, you are telling me you wouldn’t share a secret that would endanger Roby’s life? How weird.”
Shane looked around the room, staring each and every player in the eye. He was done being afraid; he was done being ashamed. They should be the ones cowering their gaze, not him.
“Come on, Stedlund, you wouldn’t tell us you are dating Thalia if it meant she could never go home again without the threat of dying? That’s not friendship.” He shook his head in mock offence. “What about you, Berkes? Would you share your secret with us, even if it meant Shila would never be able to visit her mother's grave again? And you, Comeau,” Shane paused to make sure the goalie was looking at him. “You would feel safe sharing a secret that could very well mean Katie would be kidnapped and killed? Because I sure as shit hope you wouldn’t.”
“none of those things would have-”
“No? Abdulmezhidov Adam Isaevich. Abdulkerimov Side Ramzan Ramzanovich. Alimhanov Islam Aliev. Tsikmaev Sultanovich Ayoub. Yusupov Shamhan Shayhovich.”
“The fuck is that supposed to mean?” Olsson asked.
“Those are five people who were kidnapped, tortured, and killed for being gay in Russia. Five out of hundreds, and those are just the ones that were reported. You want to tell me again how I’m overreacting? Because I would like to believe that none of you would risk having your wives and girlfriends endangered like that.”
Shane was breathing hard, and for once in his life, he didn’t hold back.
“The love of my life could be taken from me at any moment. Russia can revoke his right to be here, kidnap him, take him away from me and everyone who loves him- and I wouldn’t know. They could charge him for being gay, take him to prison where-” Shane felt the tears in his eyes, and let them flow. They have already seen him raw and broken. What’s the harm in letting them see him cry? They couldn’t possibly hate him any more than they do now. “Where people don’t fucking come back.”
Shane stared at the stunned faces around him, at the men who never saw him so emotional and real in their 9 years of playing together, and started laughing. He could see Hayden eyeing him in concern, but he couldn’t possibly stop, now that his laughter was mixed with sobs.
“What the fuck am I doing?” He said between fits of laughter. “Why the fuck am I even explaining myself to you? I don’t owe you shit!”
While he dubbled over laughing, Shane absently wondered if he had finally lost his mind.
“Ilya, the love of my fucking life, could be taken from me at any moment. I left him at home, knowing he is not safe, to come talk to you guys. Why the fuck did I do that?” Shane wiped away his tears, unsure if they were tears of laughter or sorrow. “I spent years on this team. I met every single one of your girlfriends and wives. I babysat your kids. I have sweated and bled for this team- hell, I won us three fucking cups. Why am I talking to you like I owe you something? This team owes me everything they have!”
And the thing was, that they did. That the Voyageurs were nothing before Shane, and would be nothing when he leaves. Why should he fight for a spot on this team? They should fight for him. They should be the ones feeling scared and embarrassed. They should be the ones begging him to stay after what he had just been through, not the other way around.
If they want to ruin it for themselves, who was he to interfere? Let them dig their own graves; he will spend next year making sure they’ll never leave it.
Shane turned to leave the room, but turned around and looked at the rookies who were sitting there in shocked silence. “I’m sorry you were drafted here. I know you had big expectations, dreams about winning the cup and making friends. I am really sorry that this is what you get instead.” He looked around the room one last time, allowing a bitter smile to curl on his lips. “Good luck next season, huh?”
And with that, Shane Hollander left the Montreal Voyageurs’ dressing room for the last time.
Shane broke down before he reached his car.
Usually, he found statistics comforting, reassuring. But knowing those statistics about Russia, about what very well may happen to Ilya if he ever goes back there? Shane sometimes wished he could forget them, just to be able to sleep through the night.
He managed to drag himself inside before collapsing against the steering wheel and crying uncontrollably.
Despite everything he tried to tell himself, he did care. It did hurt. Those people were supposed to be his family, and...
His shoulders shook with the force of his sobs.
“Shane,” A familier russian voice spoke softly.
What was he doing here?
“What are you doing here?” Shane managed to choke out.
“Apparently, Pike is not completely useless. He text me that things don’t go so well.” Ilya said in a soft voice, lifting his hand to caress Shane’s cheek.
Shane leaned into the touch. “They told me I can’t finish the season.”
“What?!?” Ilya exclaimed, looking furious. “Which debil told you that? I kill them.”
This managed to get Shane to smile. “You can’t kill people, Ilya.”
“Yes I can. Am scary Russian. Very easy.”
Shane chuckled.
“It was management. I was basically fired.”
Looking at his fiance’, Shane could see the internal war in him. On one hand, Ilya was enraged, and probably did want to march straight into the training center and deck Vance in the face. On the other hand, Shane was still shaking, and he knew Ilya wouldn’t leave him like this.
Shane was correct, of course. Ilya shook his head and kissed Shane, giving him a little smile. “Very good that Metros are stupid.”
“Why?”
“Because now I get you with me. Now you don’t need to think about where you want to play next season. Metros are stupid so I get to have you.”
Shane gave him a small smile. “Well, I still have options. I was thinking about the Admirals-”
“Not funny.”
“A little funny.”
“Zero funny. Very boring joke. Because I know even if you don’t like being second best, you will still will come play in Ottawa.”
“Second best?” Shane raised his eyebrow.
“Da. Will be difficult, going from being the best by far in team to second best, but you’ll be ok. We will get cups so you feel happy.”
“Oh, yeah? How many cups are we gonna get?”
“All of them,” Ilya said confidently, wiping Shane’s face clean with his sleeve. “You and me? We will win everything.”
“Sounds good.” Shane smiled. “Come on, let’s go home.”
“You sure you don’t want me to kill them? Will be very fast.”
“Ilya.”
“I can also just scare them. Say I have big russian friends coming to say hello.”
“Ilya.”
“Ok, ok, sweetheart. Let’s go home.”
Edit: The names Shane says here are real names of some of the victims of the 'anti gay purge' in chichinya. May their memory be revolutionary.
Also I don't have that much reception here so it takes me awhile to replay to comments- I want you all to know that I see them and they are so sweet. Love you guys!
I desperately need more fics that focus on people's surprise that Shane Hollander, Mr. Polite Canadian with his Media Perfect Smile and Practiced Bland Answers and Good Sportsmanship and Sweetheart "Let's Go!" Cheer when he beat Scott and Ilya's time at All-Stars, to realize that the real Shane's vocabulary is literally 30% the word "fuck".
"Fuck you", "fuck off", "you fucking moron", "I fucking hate you", "this fucking guy", "go fuck yourself", "are you fucking kidding me", "I will fucking kill you, motherfucker", "fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!" are all things he will say within 45 minutes of showing up to practice.
I need more fics of everyone being a little shellshocked about just how much Shane Hollander swears and meanwhile Ilya is just laughing in the background because he told people Shane swore like a sailor and nobody believed him until now.
I wrote @davidrossi-ismydad bau pool fic… it’s 3,000 words bro I took it way too far
“Jack Attack!” Emily Prentiss finds herself with an armful of overly excited five-ear-old. “How are you doing baby?” She brushes a strand of his hair back from his face, rubbing in a spot of sunscreen on his temple. She loves all her nephews. They’re her maternal outlet and Jack just eats it up. Even if that does crush both her and Hotch.
Jack smiles broadly, “I’m super!” He moves, twisting so she can see the floaties on his little arms. “Look!” Jack points on his floaties, “Daddy got me floats with Cap’n ‘merica!” Sure enough, a cartooned Captain America is sitting on his bicep. “Uncle Dave is gonna let us swim!”
Emily is nodding along, used to his quick pace. She knew about the Captain America floaties last week when Dave first brought up opening the pool. Hotch went from timidly sipping the Scotch Dave gave him to panicked because Target hadn’t gotten in their superhero floaties yet. Of course, in the safety of Dave’s office, she’d chuckled at seeing his DadMode activate. Then she had Garcia show Hotch how to order the floaties online, where they were in-stock.
“I know,” she agrees, trying to match his enthusiasm. “Are you excited to swim?”
Jack nods, “Daddy said he would too!”
A sigh comes from behind her and Emily turns to find Hotch. He’s got a beach bag over his right shoulder while his left-hand twists his sunglasses by the side. “Buddy, I said I might swim.” He loves his team, really does, but getting in that pool with both sets of ‘the boys’ might be a bit much. That and he has to do his best to keep water out of his ears unless he wants to nurse an ear infection all summer long.
JJ and Garcia laughter cut through any further conversation, coming in through the side door. Their drinks already in hand, sent by Rossi to greet whoever he heard just pulled in. The two of them had been expecting Emily, she’d sent a text as a ‘heads up’ when she stopped for gas on the way here. It’s just a pleasant surprise to find Hotch and Jack too.
“So, that’s what you’ve been hiding under all those suits.” JJ cocks her head to the side, smirking at Hotch. She, of course, knows about her best friends rocking bods. Everyone has seen Morgan topless, so he’s no big surprise. The real treat in today’s plans was 100% figuring out what Hotch and Reid hid under way too many layers of clothes.
Garcia agrees too, sipping some white fruity white canned alcoholic drink. “You look hot, sir.”
The Eldest Al-Ghul Wayne - Chapter 2: The Teachings of a Sister
As time continued, Damian grew. He was now five years old, although four was when he started his training to become heir of the League of Shadows. Talia took to teaching him the basics first, she taught him about different weapons, the most effective way to kill a person, how to successfully manipulate someone, and more. Now, Talia thought that she was solely responsible for teaching Damian, but what she was not aware of was Marinette sneaking into the room and hiding in the shadows, watching her mother and brother. There was a reason why Marinette’s league name was Shabh (ghost/phantom), and it most certainly had to do with her quiet presence, almost similar to death. But Marinette intended to teach her brother more things. She wanted him to know what love was and how to love, but she also needed to pass along the teachings of her secret.
What no one knew was that in the quiet hours of the night, Marinette spent her time studying an old grimoire, describing the infamous miraculous. These miraculous belonged to the sister organization of the League of Shadows, the Order of Guardians. She was fascinated by the powers that were described within the pages of the grimoire. But she knew that while the kwamis, the god-like beings in the miraculous, always had good intentions, those who wielded the miraculous good easily make the kwamis do their bidding. This is why she kept the grimoire hidden from her grandfather and everyone else in the league. For she knew that if anyone found it, they would do horrible things with the power it provided. However, there was a reason why Marinette needed to pass along the teachings to her brother, and it was that she was expendable, when there came a time that she was deemed useless to the league, she would be killed on the spot. For despite being the daughter of Talia and granddaughter of the demon head, her gender would never allow her to live in peace, especially with Damian now being the heir. So, she would need to pass along each teaching to her brother, a burden it may be, but the secrets would help him and most certainly be protected by him.
Marinette was brought back to the duel between her brother and mother hearing a loud grunt, smiling when she saw the katana in her brother. Despite it being more than five years since the day that the different weapons were presented to him, Damian’s favorite weapon was still the obsidian katana with emerald and sapphires embedded in the hilt. He had never liked any other weapon, and to this day it still reminded Marinette of her and her brother. She watched as her mother dismissed Damian before slipping after him herself. She trailed him for a while, his paranoia causing him to glance back every so often. Eventually, she launched at him with a hug, quickly disarming his attack, and then whispering in his ear, “Hello, Habibi. How was your training?”
Damian instantly relaxed, hugging her back and exclaiming, “Ukhti (sister)! I missed you! It was amazing! I beat mother twice!” Even though Damian had eventually stopped calling Marinette mommy, he had instead taken to calling her Ukhti and if no one else was present, Umi (mom).
She ruffled his hair and replied, “That’s amazing, Habibi. Now we should return to our rooms, I need to show you something.” Damian instantly perked up realizing that she meant that was going to teach him more about the grimoire now. He took her hand, pulling her to their rooms. Once they were inside and the doors were locked, she pulled out the grimoire and snuggled with him, before letting her voice enchant him, telling him about the mystical and fantastic miraculous. All the while, her heart beat its unique beat, calming Damian instantly.
It wasn’t until a month later that disaster struck. After one of Damian’s training sessions, Marinette didn’t find him coming down the hall like normal. Instantly panic rose within her. She ran throughout the compound, trying to figure out why Damian would suddenly not do what he had been doing for more than a year now. Bile rose in her throat, wondering if he had been injured. So, she check the infirmary, but alas, Damian was not in there. There was one other place he could be, a small hall in the compound had a tiny room, big enough for only children. This would be where Damian would go, only if something truly horrific happened. The last time he went there, it was because he took the life of someone, an enemy of the league. Once reaching the room, she went in, and sure enough, there Damian was. He was rocking back and forth, tears coming down his face, and he was tapping something against his knee. She quickly realized it was her heartbeat, scaring her more because he did this whenever he needed comfort. She gently pulled him into her arms, her heart breaking when she heard his quiet sobs. Once he calmed down, she asked the dreaded question, “What happened, Habibi?”
It was then that the dam broke and he sobbed out, “Mother and Grandfather thought I was getting too weak because of you! So they made me kill a dog! She was so beautiful and completely innocent, but they made me kill her and watch as she died.”
Fury rose inside her. How dare those two bastards do that to her baby brother. But one question still lingered in her. She knew Damian was an extreme animal-lover, but he had killed a human, why was this reaction worse than the rest? And so she asked just that, and Damian replied, “That man I killed I told had no family. He was also a horrible murderer and cheat like almost everyone in this wretched place. Along with that, he had a rucksack on his head and I wasn’t forced to watch him die. But this dog was innocent, I could see her lovely eyes right before I killed her. I also know she had puppies, puppies that would now grow up without a mother because of me. She… she died so slowly. Maybe if I had found a way to kill her faster, she wouldn’t have died in so much pain…”
Marinette snapped her head down to look at her brother. Her sweet, handsome, incredible baby brother was currently beating himself up because of something those bastards she was related to did. Right away she started shushing him and murmured to him, “Never blame yourself for something Mothe–no, something Talia or Ra’s did. You didn’t sadistically decide to kill that dog. They forced you. It was either you killed or be killed. And while I do sympathize for that poor dog, I will never wish for her to be alive when my precious baby is dead.” She then started muttering about how much she hated the league, Talia, and Ra’s, cussing every single one of them out. All the while, Damian watched wide-eyed. He had heard some crass language in the league, but his sister could win an award for how vulgar her words were.
Marinette, suddenly stood up, picking up Damian as she did. She slipped on her cloak, covering both herself and Damian, and blended in with the shadows. She also used some passageways she had discovered to discreetly get her and Damian to their rooms. Once she reached the rooms, she put Damian down on the bed and pulled out the grimoire. After sitting next to Damian, he snuggled against her, expecting her to start her lessons like normal. Marinette, on the other hand, had a different idea. “Damian, could you face me, please?” Damian instantly did so, recognizing the severity of her tone and the lack of any nicknames. Marinette then continued, “Today, I am going to explain to you, why I don’t support the league. And yes before you ask, I am a defect,” silencing his obvious question. “No one in the league truly cares about me. The main reason is my gender. As a female, I’m not seen as important as I could be. I am telling you this now, but as I grow older, I will continue to be deemed unuseful, and eventually, there will be those who will be aiming to kill me. The league is also not a good place for you. This is why I have tried to protect you all this time. I’m trying to stop a future in which you aren’t my Damian, but instead the leagues. Today’s events prove just that. My imminent death is also why I have been teaching you the grimoire, for it is you who will need to preserve these secrets. I will tell you now that you may never share these secrets with anyone in the league, no one in fact, except any family you may have. For everyone in the league will just be looking to exploit the miraculous, and we can’t let that happen. I adore you, my love. And I will protect you with my dying breath, Habibi.”
Once Marinette had stopped talking, Damian’s brain just continued whirring in thought. Eventually, he decided that his sister was always right, and from that day accepted that the league would not be his future, for Marinette would never let it be. He nodded his head to show that he understood her words. She smiled at him, before tucking him against her body. And as Damian listened to her voice once more, all he could hope was that there would never come a time when he would lose his sister. For he could never bear it. But as he listened to her heartbeat and her angelic voice, he truly believed that everything would be okay. It was also on this day that Damian no longer swore full allegiance to the league, but rather to his sister, who would always be worth more than anything.
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Ron was the one who taught Harry how to tie his shoe laces, after he noticed Harry tucked his laces into his shoes. "No-one ever cared enough to teach me..." "I care enough."
Both Ron and Harry were with Hermione when she started her period for the first time. "I'm...BLEEDING" "Calm down, it's your period, its just the shock of it, My sister got hers last year." "should I get Mcgonagall-"
Ron is the only one of the 3 who regularly goes to breakfast, he tends to pack toast in his bag to give to Harry and Hermione because sometimes they forget or they just don't bother and IT WORRIES HIM-
Harry and Hermione have the same favourite book as a child. Matilda, both relate to the book in very different ways. "It just gave me hope, really, she discovered her magic and found someone who loved her." "Harry, you also found people who love you" "I know"
Harry memorised how ron and Hermione drink their tea. Ron dash of milk, lots of sugar. Hermione, lots of milk, 1 sugar. He makes the best cups of tea. "It's really a ghastly amount of Sugar Ron-" "Your tea is literally whiter than me, don't judge"
Ron bakes treacle tart and jam tarts for Harry and Hermiones birthdays.
Harry and Hermione were once mistaken for siblings, and neither of them corrected the person. "Yeah, she's my older sister" ron would never forget the smiles on their faces. Everytime Hermione would go back to that Cafe, they would always ask about her younger brother.
Hermione was also the first person to hug Harry since he was placed with the Dursleys when he was 1. Ron was the second person to hug him.
Harry used to leave change around Rons room when he knew he was a few sickles short of something he knew Ron wanted. Because Ron would never accept money from Harry. Ron never found out, but Hermione saw him do it one day. "Your secret is safe with me"
Ron and Hermione are the Godparents to Harry and Ginny's children. And vice Versa. (Exept Lily Luna, whose God Parents are Neville and Luna)
Harry has a photo album filled with photos of him and his friends, that made in 2nd year, that album starts with him and ron and hermione, and ends with him and his family together.
It was actually Hermione who taught Harry how to tie his tie for school, and she wouldn't let him get on the boat without "being in proper uniform. Just because your the boy who lived doesn't mean you can just not tie your tie."
Harry and Ron were eachothers best men.
Ron and Hermione sometimes purposely walk slowly, when Harry finally starts to open up, so that he has more time to talk and won't close back up when they near where they're going.
Harry and Ron carrying some of hermiones work for her in lessons they share, because "Mione, you'll break your back carrying all that?!?!" "Yeah Ron's right- why the fuck do you have so much paper?!?!" "Parchment" "YOU KNOW WHAT I MEANT HERMIONE-"
Harry and hermione sharing their favourite muggle treats with ron "Mars bars mine" "I've always loved strawberry laces myself!!" And Ron sharing his favourite wizard treats with them.
Harry teaching Ron how to cook the muggle way and Ron teaching Harry how to cook the magic way. (Hermione was banned from the kitchen after she got frustrated with the spells and just decided to leave the boys to it as they actually enjoyed it) "I mean, you cooked for us during the hunt, the least we can do is cook for you now!" "You don't have to be good at everything, babe!!" "FINE-"
Harry, Ginny, Ron and Hermione make sure too meet up for lunch at least twice a week, as they have busy lives now and they want to make that effort too see eachother. They've only missed around 15 of these, either because of honeymoons, child birth, Harry being "INJURED WHAT THE FUCK MATE DID YOU DO?!" "He was stabbed" "LIGHTLY stabbed" "YOU BLOODY PASSED OUT FROM BLOOD LOSS-" "eh" "EH?!?!?"
