// hold me like you love me, baby, it’s all i need. your arms are my cage and your heartbeat the only balm to my chaos. // Part I //
Jason Todd x f!reader
notes: this is like sooooooo bad guys im sorry idk what this is i just needed to get it out of my system. bye. there’s a part 2 to this btw. let’s hope it’s better than this one.
warnings: none. just Jason having self doubts and hating himself. yk the usual. some fluff. mostly angst.
Jason never imagined he could have a life like this.
Even now, as he rests his head in your lap and your fingers rake though his hair and the only sound in the room is your breathing and the pages of your book turning one after another—he cannot believe it.
Jason Todd is made of filth. He’s made of anger and pain and horrors—he’s made of all the awful things that grow in the darkest corners of Gotham.
He doesn’t deserve this. How could he?
He has hands dipped in blood soaking from the bodies he’s dropped in his path, in his revenge, in his anger. He’s a terrible man. He’s a murderer—full of guilt and confusion and regret. He cannot change that. He cannot rewrite his history or trauma and he most definitely cannot replace the choices he has made.
His hands are soiled in the blood of others, it cannot simply be wiped off. It won’t disappear, it won’t be licked clean with love. He will stay how he was born—stained and unworthy.
Yet here you are—not refusing to see those parts of him, but choosing to see the man he is past them. Jason doesn’t understand you. He doesn’t understand how you look at him and not see a monster. Or a mistake—that’s all his family sees, at least they make it easier.
But you? You stand beyond his understanding. He cannot comprehend what goes through your mind when he walks into your house, covered in Gotham’s dirt and crime, covered in blood that he doesn’t have in him to wipe off.
He can’t comprehend what you see when you sit him on the closed toilet lid and deal with his torn skin and blood soaked knuckles. He doesn’t know why you kiss his forehead afterwards, why you tell him to take a bath and heat up the water for him and hold his hand to your chest because you know exactly what grounds him. Because you care enough to notice.
He doesn’t understand why you love him.
Because Jason Todd is a lot of things but loveable is not one of them. Or that’s what his unshakeable belief was before he met you.
Jason can’t even ask you why. It feels too… stupid. Too childish. Too dumb.
“Why do you love me?” He’d say, probably at a moment like this one, when every demon in his head seems to quiet down simply because you’re near.
“Why not?” You’d probably reply, smiling in the way that almost makes him think that he’s not as doomed as he believes himself to be.
But Jason doesn’t ask. Not when it comes to you. He just listens—after a long time in his life, he wants to follow someone and it’s you. It’s always you. He follows your words, your ideas, even your orders.
Like he did the first day he met you. It was raining too hard and both of you were waiting on the bus stop—except the bus never came. And you decided to take matters into your own hands. You’d laughed when you stepped into the rain, “cmon, stranger!” you’d yelled, waving your hand at him. And he’d followed. Like an awe-struck, hypnotised man. It was at that moment a part of him realised he’d do about anything you asked him to. He never knew it was that easy to want to follow someone’s lead and never look back again.
But there are ghosts clinging to Jason’s skin, ghosts that whisper in his ear when things get too good, too easy, too calm.
Like right now.
You inhale deeply, turning another page and he can feel your heart beating near his ear, he can feel the movement of your chest with every breath, the little—almost unnoticeable noises you make when you’re just existing, the sound of your hands soothing through his hair.
And he loves it. He loves every part of it, he notices every little thing and he melts a bit more every-time you do them. And that terrifies him in a way bullets and wounds and bombs never could and never will.
So Jason just holds on tighter, buries his face into your stomach. The soft fabric of your clothes tickles his skin and he closes his eyes against the smell of you.
He could die right here and he would die happy.
With you, he feels something dangerously close to peace—the kind of peace people like him cannot have, the kind of peace people like him do not deserve.
His life with you is a dream he never let himself have. You’re a dream. He is a nightmare.
If there’s anything that scares Jason more than his love for you, it’s his fear of staining you with his past, his mistakes, with him.
Even touching you is a mercy and a gift. Being with you feels like god’s apology for everything he has been through. You bring him every good thing this world has to offer—but can he ever be good enough for you?
You give him life. You’re the air he breathes. You’re the feeling in his chest, reminding him that he has left the grave behind and has a beating, human heart sitting inside of him. That maybe, just maybe there’s still hope, even for someone like him.
You make him feel alive. You—
“Jay?” Your voice reaches him through a fog. Jason lifts his head to look at you, eyes heavy lidded and tired.
“Yeah?” His voice is rough from being silent too long. You’re smiling at him—you’re smiling at him in that way you do when you think he’s looking adorable. Jason almost rolls his eyes. It’s bizarre to him that you could find him adorable—that you could even look at him and not be disgusted.
He notices that you’ve put your book aside and now both your hands are in his hair, rubbing slow circles against his scalp. God, you’re too good to him.
“I’m sleepy now,” you mumble, taking off your glasses to rub your eyes.
And Jason smiles—despite every ghost, every bad memory, every uninvited, terrible thought—you always make him smile.
“Alright, princess,” he mutters, “we should sleep then.”
You nod, but you don’t move. You just stare at him; as if committing every little detail to memory. As if you could look at him forever. It makes Jason’s heart beat painfully in his chest.
How can you love him? How can you look at him and not see all the terrible things—
“Are you okay?”
Jason blinks, caught off guard once again. Something sharp and spiky rises in his throat. The obvious reply sitting heavy on his tongue. “I’m fine” or “of course” or “why won’t I be?”
But he can’t bring himself to say any of those words. Instead, he moves his hands up and down your sides—grounding himself, reminding his undead heart that you’re still here, letting him hold you. “Just… feels like I don’t appreciate you enough.” There’s a quiet scoff attached to his words to make them sound less vulnerable than they feel.
You stare at him for a beat before smiling wide. Jason’s throat dries up—is this when you finally realise how pathetic he truly is? How dumb he is? Is this when you laugh at him? He tenses up like he could somehow pull the words back in his mouth. And then—you giggle.
You lean down and nudge his nose with yours. “You appreciate me too much already.” You say, still giggling. He swallows. Jesus, what’s wrong with him?
Jason nods, trying to muster up a smile despite the knot that tightens itself in his chest every single time his emotions threaten to take over. He’s going to cry. He can feel the lodging in his throat, the sting in his eyes.
He doesn’t want to cry. Not over something like this. Not now.
“Let’s sleep now, okay?” You say, shifting to lay down with him. Jason nods again, not trusting his voice.
You lay down beside him and you let him rest his head on your chest. You hold him—the infamous red hood, the violent antihero with a kill count, the man with an unsteady conscience and too much guilt in his bones—you run your fingers through his hair and you fall asleep next to him without a care in the world.
You trust him. You treat him like he’s something special. Like he’s not just a replaceable soldier or a ghost mourned by no one.
And Jason holds onto that. He presses himself against you, craving the warmth that was stolen from him along with life. He wraps his calloused palm over your softer, smaller one and closes his eyes, letting a single tear fall free.
I would like to request hcs (if that's fine with you, because I saw you're more on the fics side :3) for Kinro (bro deserves more love), Sai and Ryusui with a very emotional and empathetic reader, who tries to mask it by acting all cool and unbothered, but it doesn't always work well. I prefer it to be on the more romantic side, but I don't mind the platonic one! It can be either female or gender neutral reader. I will rely on your intuition and creativity.
I hope I explained everything quite sensibly and understandably. ._.
Have a wonderful day!
Ohh my gosh hello hello! I don't mind hcs as well, since i lovw these characters so much like mwah mwah mwah (AHEM AHEM magic man COUGHCOUCGHFOUCGH) but anyways im doing gn reader so lots more ppl can enjoy tehee. here it is !!
"𝙋𝙤𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙮 𝙝𝙞𝙙𝙙𝙚𝙣."
[gn!reader]
𝙆𝙞𝙣𝙧𝙤
Tbh i feel like Kinro is KINDAAA similar in the same sense?? like, all cool n stuff but hes actlly a real sweetie sometimes mwah mwah mwah. also ur right he deserves more love hes literally just a loveable guy
At first i think hed be surprised, like, all, "woah, uh, you good"
but then, i think among the three, isnt that fazed. hes around ginro almost 24/7 cmon.
but once he gets used to you he just stares when you get all cool and so indifferent then he goes "its okay to be sad about it" then you just start beating his chest bawling and he pats your back
platonically, thats what hed do. Like, hed just silently offer support while you tell him your troubles or thoughts. like nod along or put a hand on your shoulder in silent encouragement or just seem so cool while spouting out some wise words. (he puts a hand on your shoulder and you look at him, the wind blows his hair slightly, the light capturing him in a perfect angle. "i understand that feeling. i felt hurt when ginro laughed at the rip in my pants too" he whispers so coolly and you bust out laughing)
romantically, hed be more initiative in this type of stuff i think. like, if he saw you going away on your own hed follow after to talk. or be more nervous cuz this time hes ACTIVELY trying to cheer you up, like tryna be comforting even if his words come out awkward or something like that. "uhmm, thats bad.. uh.. do you wanna. do you wanna hug?"
either way, 10/10 this man will never disappoint, he doesnt, and he didnt. he is underrated and we should talk about him more def
𝙍𝙮𝙪𝙨𝙪𝙞 𝙉𝙖𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙞
Ohoooo. this maaan is likeeee. i dunno man i feel like he literally has the same reaction to every single type of person.
encouraging, supportive, and just a big big ball of sun
hed just pin you down as an interesting person and spout some compliments
even when you first meet and he sees how you work hes like "👍!!"
So lets say close friends now. he sees you go 'its okay. I dont care' and he sees you be all 'im going to dramatically sit on a rock and have a glistening tear down my face lit by the sun' and he'll like, smack your back 4 times going 'ITS OKAY MY FRIEND ITS OKAY'
Platonic?? just like that. how he treats everyone which is of course very special. goes 'hey, its alright. like really. im here to be a bud and give u some encouragement' and be all like 'DW MY FRIEND' and just even gives u nice talks
ROMANTICALLY?? kind of the same, but but but but. he litrlly goes and does smthng to cheer u up. like litrlly does the same as platonically, but later even when ur all cheered up, brings u to a nice place like a nice view. Doesnt SAY anything cheesy but ltrlly aheaeha RAWR ryusui nanami i cant believe you just took me to a nice dinner date
𝙎𝙖𝙞 𝙉𝙖𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙞
okay hmmm. idk depends on the intensity of it he MIGHT be averse?? Not entirely but as long as youre not bawling and sniffling i think ur good 👍
ok so u first meet right? and then he meets u 'oh cool person ok. rlly chill' then after awhile he sees you start sniffling over someones sob story and hes all like 'aweee'
NOT IN A 'thats cute' WAY LIKE. HES JUS LIKE THINKING 'OH THIS PERSON RLLY CARES ALOT THATS SWEET A LITTLE'
maybe that might be a bonding factor. Like, the fact that ur empathetic and soooo YKNOW, YOU
so like when u werent close he was all like 'ohh. ahhh wow. i see.' now hes all like 'haha theres my little gober gomble with the gummy goo' but he will never say that ofc grrr
PLATONICALLY. hes as goober as can be. literally being all friends friends with you and loving your company. like, actively approaches you and goes 'hey!!!! :3!!'. literally a sweetie yall talk about stuff and the whole time hes like :3 and all supportive and encouraging throughout whatever ur feeling, blue or yello, red or green.
fixes my bowtie. Now. ROMANTICALLY?? so this is only it does blossom after the platonic stage. he does the same things, except all 'hmgngmg omg.. its them...' inside now. More active tending to you in your moments, happy or blue. like cheering if ur cheering, fretting over u if youre sad over smthng, stuff like that. or angry, like going 'PLS PLS PLS PLS' holding you back from hitting someone on the head. literally just the same in platonic but hes so so so sooo in love with you and loves you, for being you, more than anything
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WHEW and thats. yeah. thats it. Again i am so sorry for the disproportionate pics n headers EVERYTIME i literally crop them on my own sometimes n i dont know where else to get them. but yah i hope u enjoyed and sorry it took soo long :333 !! Hcs are easier for me 2 do than fics because they take less time and like, hmm, its not that hard since theres no plot planning or proofreading or anything like that. but yes WOOO ENJOY I HOPE YALL KEEP ENJOYIG THE RARE FICS IS PUT OUT IM SO SORRY FOR THAT TOO 😭😭
You're fun so I'm just gonna keep asking you random Star Wars related questions, k?
If you had to cast a Muppets adaption of Star Wars, who would you cast as who?
For example: Kermit as Obi-Wan, Miss piggy as Satine, Animale as Anakin, ect.
(You can do just a few characters, or you could recast a whole movie, don't feel pressured to recast the whole sagga 🤣.)
oOOooh my god this is aMAZING.
kermit would be wOLFFE (but like, kermit from the old show??? i mean, the kermit from the memes, THAT kermit) bc he's always super tired of life and 100% done with eVERYONE.
fozzie is rex, really, I think he's just a sweet soft loveable baby that just wants to do things Right™ and is kinda awkward and kinda makes you laugh bc he's funny but also Not? idk idk. also I wanna hug them both and tell them they're doing a great job ✌🏻😔
animal is wRECKER MY BABY. he's funny, he's wild, he loves destruction, everyone loves him????? that's wrecker right there.
gonzo is: EVERY CLONE. DONT FIGHT ME ON THIS. he's willing to do everything, I mean EVERYTHING, is it dangerous is it not could he get killed? HE DOESNT CARE. he will do what he must. just like my 3 million babies. also. he's funny and the clones are funny so they are the same alright don't @ me
doctor bunsen something (I don't remember his name?) he is Plo. listen. they are both very soft characters and very loveable and I want to hug them both alright.
rowlf the Dog™ is jesse, no reason in particular. i just love them so much and that's that.
rizzo the rat is jar jar, just because I want to punch them in the face.
OH WAIT. WAIT.
no.
NO.
sam the eagle is wolffe. THEY ARE THE SAME AJDHAKDHAJS. ALWAYS SO PISSED, DISAPPROVING EVERYTHING. OH THEY ARE REALLY THE SAME CHARACTER. always frowning, always making sure no one is laughing because he will shoot you in the face.
kermit is free so I guess uhhhhhhh, kermit is ahsoka, but the cool kermit, the kermit from the movies. just because they are both very cool and the Leaders™. COULD BE HUNTER TOO. no one knows what to do without him so yeh.
janice is obi wan because they are both such divas oh my god.
beaker is anakin because no one listens to him and no one understands him and just brush him off and tell him to fuck off. anakin just needs a hug, man.
(don't know if this is what you had in mind bUT IM LOVING THIS THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS ASK, could do every single character but I'm too lazy) (also 2.0, I actually had to look for the character names bc I only know like two (2) and in spanish lmao)
Summary. Shigaraki , feared villain. Has been hit with a quirk that has turned him into a moody mouthy cat. Reader takes him home and he slowly comes around, sort of. But the quirk has worn off now. And after a little quickie hes gone back to the hideout full of regret.
Shigaraki stomped all the way back to the hideout with his arms folded tight over his chest. Nice job, idiot. She knows it's you. Great. You were supposed to scare her not hesitate like some scaredy cat. He looked over his shoulder,not seeing you. Well , it's not like she will follow me. Not into villain territory. Stupid human.
You had fallen to your knees outside once you lost him . People looked down at you, your coffee stained apron, your shocked face. That was Shigaraki, a villain. He had Tomu’s collar , but why? Would he know where Tomu is-?
“Y/n!!!” Shouted a voice along with a door slam.
You looked back to see your boss Looking angry. “Go home! You're done for the day! Im taking that cup out of your paycheck!” The door slammed again getting a wince out of you. A passerby offered to help you up but you pushed yourself up brushing off your apron. You needed answers.
Shigaraki kicked the hideout door open to see Toga ‘helping’ Kurogiri wipe down the bar. She was using her sleeve. Kurogiri was less than happy about it but he let her help anyway. The door slam got them both to look up . Toga waved and Kurogiri said ‘hello’ . Shigaraki sat down with a hard thud clicking his teeth.
“Did you?” Kurogiri asked softly.
“I gave her the stupid collar back and left.”
“Did you explain the situation?”
“No”
“Tomura Shigaraki!”
The Leader clicked his teeth spinning around to see the rest of the hideout. This dump is not homey at all. Humans home was much more- He blinked , squeezing his folded arms tight.
Toga tapped his back so he would look at her. “Tomura, what if she comes here?”
“Shes a stupid Human , she wont know where to look.”
“You better hope your right Tomura Shigaraki.”
“Tch.” The Leader slid off his chair walking to his room, he slammed the door and threw himself on his bed staring at the wall. Stupid bed. Not even comfortable. He grabbed the blanket pulling it over his head burying his face in his pillow.
The days went on, and you had been doing all kinds of research on Shigaraki . You always found the same information , crimes, murders, the League. You just wanted to know where the hideout was.. Maybe you should look yourself. And with that awful idea you got up putting your phone away and grabbed a bag stuffing your phone in it. You left your house calling a taxi and made your way to the other side of the city.
Shigaraki was playing his switch on the couch with Toga next to him, asking him all sorts of annoying questions about being a cat. Spinner was at the bar trying to figure out what his Leader would look like as a cat and Kirogiri was wiping down the bar.
“Did you eat cat food?” Asked the girl
“Do you wanna die?” He snapped at her but she just giggled leaning on him.
“Pleaseeee Tomuraaa. Its important. What did you do when she left for work? I bet you threw a fit.”
“Shut up.”
“You did didn't you!!! Kurogiri!! Even as a kitty he was fussy!!!”
“I believe it Himiko”
Shigaraki flinched at their laughter rolling his eyes.
The door opened and Dabi walked in with his hand over his mouth and a paper in his free hand. He strolled over to his Leader chuckling. Shigaraki looked up and Toga jumped up to see the paper. She let out the loudest squeal Shigaraki had ever heard, he winced. Dabi flipped the paper over leaning down laughing loud. “IS THAT YOU!!!?”
It was a Missing Cat flyer. With a picture of him looking VERY angry at his cat toys. When the fuck did Human take this?!?. Shigaraki got up grabbing the flyer from the laughing villain and Kurogiri rushed over to see it too.
Missing Cat.
Tomu
Light blue, shaggy hair on his head
Fussy but very loveable
A phone number and a home address.
Fucking Human! God dammit.. What the hell is this?!? . It was obvious that the cat was him, if villains found out you had contact with him, or the Pros..
“LOOK AT YOU HAHA!!!!!!” Dabi weezed, leaning on Toga who couldn't stop making annoying noises.
Spinner snuck over getting a peek and his eyes got wide. He looked at Shigaraki then the flyer a few times. Kurogiri was chuckling and Shigaraki was staring at the flyer, crinkling its side.
“TOMUUU!!!” Teased Dabi.
“So cute!!!” Toga added.
“SHUT U-“
A quiet knock filled everyone's ears. The door opened slowly and Shigaraki dusted the flyer.
••
The taxi brought you just outside the sketchy part of the city. You thanked the man and he shrugged turning around driving away. You squeezed your bag looking at the bunched together buildings. Some villains were making themselves known too, walking around the area eyeing you. You had found an image online that looked like an old bar, it was your only lead unless you asked the villains..
Cautiously you walked down the sidewalk trying to ignore the villains you passed.
“Whats a pretty thing like you doing here huh?”
“Never seen you before”
“Looking for someone?”
“It's not safe here for a pretty lady…”
Even though the villains never approached you, them following you , talking in your ear was terrifying. You came to a rather large fancy building stopping in front of it to look in the mirrors. The villains dispersed and the door clicked open. You looked up to see an old man smiling down at you, he had on a fancy suit and a cigarette in his mouth.
“Can i help you, little lady?”
“I mean no trouble.. i'm looking for Shigaraki.”
He raised an eyebrow at you, closing the door behind him with a small smirk on his face. “Allow me to take you.”
“Thank you! I ..”
“Giran, sweetie.”
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On the way there you explained why you were looking for him and Giran could not help but chuckle. Oh this was grand he thought. He knew Shigaraki was missing for a while but he never expected him to be turned into a cat . Giran brought you to a building that matched your photo and held the door open for you following you inside. The closer you got to the second door the louder the laughing you heard got.
You looked back once you reached the door and Giran smiled at you, lighting a new cigarette with his gun. Very slowly you pushed the door open peaking in.
Everyone looked back at you and Giran peered in over you waving. “Hello hello, I brought a friend.” He teased pushing the door open. The flyer turned to dust and Shigaraki pushed Dabi and Toga outta the way, stomping over to you .
What the hell is this. What the hell is this?!? How did she find me? Giran? Fucking HELL.
“Giran.” He spat out.
Giran put his hand on your head smiling. “She just wants to talk Tomu.”
Your eyes got big and you grabbed Shigarakis wrist, scaring him . “Tomu!!! Its you isn't it? “
Shigaraki shook you off stepping back. “Get her out of here. I don't know this person.”
You whimpered and Kurogiri walked over holding his hand out to you. “Miss. Welcome. I have a couple questions for you.”
You nodded fast letting him lead you to the bar while Shigaraki gave Giran the worst death look . The old man shrugged smiling , the door closing behind him.
Toga grabbed your hand squealing asking a bunch of questions, beaming about how pretty you were. Dabi went over too leaning on the bar asking you all about his Leader. Kurogiri offered you water and shot his Leader a look till he stomped over sitting down next to you. Spinner walked into the room seeing you , he jumped back behind the wall watching.
“What the hell are you thinking?” Shigaraki asked you with annoyance in his voice . “Do you realize how dangerous it is to be here? The fact that you know me . Your so stupid. Inconsiderate Human. “
“Tomura Shigaraki!!!” Kurogiri enforced.
The Leader crossed his arms and Kurogiri turned his attention back to you . You were gripping your bag tight trying not to look at him. It was him, your cat. Your cat was a villain. Slowly you looked up at Kurogiri . “What.. did you want to ask?” . While you and Kurogiri chatted Shigaraki was left with his thoughts.
I cannot believe this. I should have dusted her when I had the chance. How is Human getting home huh? These fucking villains around here wont be nice to Human. Its late in the day , your suppose to be home watching that stupid tv show you love so much . Eating that cheap food .
He looked over at you , his fists tightening. You turned to him once you caught him staring. Slowly you reached into your bag pulling the collar out and an apron.
Human. I dont want that stupid collar. I hated that thing. What is that cloth? He snatched it looking it over. The apron? The apron I slept on? What the fuck am i go-
“Tomu.. I want you to have these..” you sniffled and his gaze shot right to your face. You had tears pooling in your eyes. “I want you to know.. finding you. Was the happiest I've been in a very long time. I don't understand what happened-“
“I changed back and I fucked you.” Be upset.
That night when it was hot as fuck in your dump of a home.” Get out of here
Kurogiri raised his voice startling you. “Tomura Shigaraki!!!” But he just ignored it
“The quirk wore off and I took advantage of your sutty body .” It's not safe here, you'll get hurt.
You retracted your arm looking down at the collar, your tears hitting it.
“That stupid collar. I hated it. And this.. apron?” He tossed it over the bar . “Stupid.” Why aren't you leaving? “You were so tight around me , squeezing me just right”
“TOMURA SHIGARAKI”
“SHUT UP KUROGIRI!!” Shigaraki kicked his chair away. “ITS NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS. “ he turned his attention to you to see you wiping your eyes so you could see him. “Tomu.. you were so gentle with me… you even dressed me after….”
His heart nearly skipped a beat. Oh fuck.
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Summary. Shigaraki, feared villain. Had been hit with a quirk that turned him into a cat. Reader takes him home and takes care of this mouth
A/n: aaaaAAAAAA me starting another series?? but ofc!! I'm actually so excited because um yes! Also, this seems so confusing I'm sorry!! I'm trying AAAAAA!! Anyway, I hope you enjoy it, please please leave me comments!! Also!! Objection! is still going and will still be updated regularly (probs more than this tbh) I just really wanted to get this out
also if this is confusing i understand, so please tell me and ill try and clear it out!
words: 2064
summary: Virgil is suddenly thrown into this magical world of kingdoms and royalty. Coming from the modern world into this fairytale land isn’t easy but he meets some eccentric people. He has to collect 3 amulets from three princes to return home. The loveable Prince Logan, the radiant Prince Roman, and the passionate Prince Patton. Of course, all fairytale have dark and evil just wafting through… It definitely isn’t what Virgil expected to get up to during his winter break…if it even was winter here
pairings: Eventual logicality, eventual prinxiety, eventual demus, eventual remile (These might change but for now im love them)
warnings: bow and arrow, violence, injuries, magic, swearing
Ao3 Link
“Come on!” Patton squeals as his horse simply races faster. He takes a step stabilizing himself as he takes upon the holster. He looks behind him, steadying his bow as his eyes make contact with one of the king's men. He aims a little lower, firing away instantly grabbing the reins of his horse. He smiles giddy allowing himself to take a right turn into the forest, disappearing in the ember trees ablaze with a fiery passion.
“You're going to get caught one day” Logan chides helping Patton down from his steed, Patton laughs falling comfortably into his arms, his boots landing on the rough terrain. “Pat, it's not funny!”
“No, it’s not” Patton pouts, hardly keeping his giggles under control. “I’m sorry, it's just ah! The excitement!” Patton keeps a hold on Logan’s hand, their gloves keeping them apart. The rustle of leaves alerting them as they reseat themselves upon Nork. “My liege” Patton teases, Logan flicks him gently wrapping his arms around Patton's waist. A shivered tickle runs down Patton, Logan lays his head on the prince’s shoulder.
“Ready” Logan tightens his grip, nervous even though he'd been on the horse a million times, Patton allows his face to dust a light pink.
“Giddyup!” He taps the reins lightly, and off they go. “Try and come after us now...your highness” He mocks sweetly, Logan laughs simply deepening his hold.
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“Ow, my head” Virgil groans sitting up, his body feeling heavier than it had. His clutches the ground around him seizing as the grass tickles his fingers carefully. “What the…” He watches the world around him, realizing the snow had disappeared and the roof keeping him safe to play games all day was gone. Panic set in but he allows it to be surface level, don’t let it dig through you...don’t let it.
“Are you alright?” Virgil didn’t mean to jump but the voice had felt embodied. Like if it was in his head of sorts, but alas. Virgil fears what might come should he look up but does so anyway, meeting a curious young boy around his own age. “Oh! I’m sorry! I hadn’t meant to startle you!” His voice was so...posh? His clearly English accent felt so sophisticated, Virgil was embarrassed to speak. His gruff mumbles nothing compared. “I’m Dolion” The boy extends his hand, allowing Virgil to caution his way towards it.
“Virgil” He greets, dusting himself off. Should he have done that? What if this kid was trying to murder him? He takes a breath, reminding himself of what his therapist had told him should he find himself in a dire situation. Being transported millions of ways from home definitely qualified, right? “D-do you know where we are?” He wonders, still taking in his surroundings. Dolion shakes his head, looking just as confused.
“Peculiar” The boy decides, picking up a small flower. The yellow radiated from his hand before exploding shortly after. The boys jumped back, fear upon their faces.
“What the actual hell?” Virgil questions, now much more aware of where his feet were. “What was that?” He murmurs, treading lightly as he joins Dolion, examining the remains.
“I have absolutely no idea” He replies, his hand grazing the grass, more curious than frightened. “Oh...my! Virgil look!” Dolion taps incessantly, Virgil turns ready to condemn him but his eyes fall widening as they lay upon a castle.
“Holy…” Virgil trails off, he must be dreaming. Quickly rubbing his eyes he takes a deep breath. Ok, scenarios. One; he was kidnapped. Two; He’s dreaming. Three; He’s been drugged. This couldn’t be real? When had his breathing felt short, hold on...focus? “Eyes” He mumbles
“Eyes?” Dolion repeats, Virgil shakes his head, the world becoming less of a blurry image.
“Sorry, I’m good” He lies “Let’s just figure out where the fuck we are” How he was so calm? It had to be the weird aura the floated softly over the land, he felt...at home
I gotta get out of here
…
Wherever here is
~~~
“Mm tired” Patton mumbles, his eyes barely fluttering as Nork continues slowly. Logan nods hopping off of the horse, steadying himself as he leads them over to a sheltered cove. Patton falters awake, sliding off the horse carefully, allowing Logan to snake his arm around his waist. “Thank you Lo” He mutters sweetly, Logan nods keeping him stable.
“Of course, you should get some rest. You’ve been at it for hours” Logan advises, setting Patton down in a bed of leaves, the twigs barely poking the surface of his cloak. Logan goes to his neck, a quick rush as he realizes something is missing. Patton hears his quick shuffles, opening his eyes.
“Logan? What is it?” Patton sits up, his demeanor becomes alert as Logan’s eyes dart frantically around.
“My amulet, it’s gone” He identifies, Patton jumps up taking a shoulder, allowing comfort to seep through him, knowing full well his next words aren’t going to do so.
“No its not” He mumbles pulling his bow, his arrow pointed down as he examines the terrain. “Logan, move very slowly” He warns, the prince nods. He aims his arrow, allowing it to fly through the air, knocking something out of a tree. “Who’s there?!” He questions
“Patton” Just a distraction. Patton turns quickly, to find Logan isn’t where he left him. He simply watches as two men grab hold of Logan, doing the same to him on his end. His bow clatters to the ground as he struggles.
“Logan!” He cries, fighting against the brute forces that hold him. “Let him go!” He begs, he could care less what happens to him. But Logan had done nothing wrong. Soon the world silences as slow steps crunch upon the forest leaves.
“Hello Patton” The voice, as always, was deep. Not formal enough, but authoritative as it spoke.
“Your majesty” Patton seethes, Logan hates the sound. He knows it’s only reserved for certain people, but even then never should something so awful fall from Patton’s mouth. “Let him go!” He tries once more, the king has to admire his resilience. A swift kick and a graceful twirl and Patton could have these men staring down his bow but that would put Logan in danger.
“You know what you have to do Patton, it's really quite simple” The king smiles, evil drips from his perfectly punctured face.
“I’ll go with you just, please… let him go” He surrenders, his eyes watching Logan, the prince shakes his head. The prince doesn’t need his help but it was easier to go down without a fight. The king snaps and Logan topples to the ground, his knees sink into the dewed grass.
“Your father misses you dearly Prince Logan” The king turns now, facing a recovering Logan.
“I doubt that” He mumbles, the king laughs. A bellowed sound as he snaps once more. “My amulet?” He requests, the king mutters but with a flick of his fingers, a deep blue amulet returns to its rightful place around Logan’s neck.
“Take him home” He instructs, Patton pulls more, tugging as hard as he can. “Now now, don’t make this worse” The king mocks. Patton sighs defeated, his gaze never moving from where Logan is. A quick look is shared between the pair as Logan is promptly stuffed into the back of a carriage, ill find you again. “Now him” The king points, Patton stands shaking off the men. He grumbles as he kicks the floor beneath him, following the king to a separate carriage. He looks around making sure the area is clear as the rest of the people pile in. He waves his hands swiftly, watching as his bow disappears behind a cloud of glistening mist. He smirks triumphant, taking his place next to the king, trying to drown out the sounds of Nork whining for him as they attach him to the carriage.
~~~
“Are we there yet?” Virgil moans, Dolion stops turning to him. His head cocks.
“There where?” Dolion questions “I hadn’t realized we had a set destination” Dolion quips, at first Virgil found his naivety charming, adorable even but now? Now it was getting on his nerves. They had no idea where they were, they didn’t even know each other. Virgil had to wonder why he felt so calm, maybe it hadn’t set in. Or maybe he knew truly deeply, he was dreaming. He had to be. He also had to be distracted as he lunges forward tripping over a newly appeared rock.
“Ow..” He grumbles, sitting up. Dolion catches up to him, kneeling beside him.
“Are you alright?” He asks for what seems like the millionth time. He helps him stand once more. “That’s odd, that wasn’t there before” He turns, Virgil follows his gaze realizing the entire scene had changed. Not even a moment ago they had been traversing through an open field yet somehow...they now seemed intertwined in a dark forest. Looming trees watching their every move. The shadows were already uneasy but the hidden rustles of movement didn’t help.
It also didn’t help that nothing felt real, Virgil almost couldn’t feel his innards. Typically he’d be freaking out, but instead, he felt defiant. As if he should have a sword in his hand, ready to fight his way to victory.
What the hell is wrong with me?
“Oh, you’re not from around here, are you?” Virgil was going to need people to stop doing that. He jerks his body towards the source, feeling Dolion mimic his movement. It took a moment to adjust as the light settled and the mist cleared. A bright pink cloud disappeared as a figure descended gracefully landing upon a clearing. Talk about sensory overload, Virgil blinks. The figure was dressed from head to toe in a mixture of pink and brown. His clothes flying around him, as he himself simply was. Glasses sat atop his nose, drooping ever so often, little crinkles as he smiles through their conversation. “Oh! I’m sorry! I hadn’t meant to startle you!”
“I’m not..startled” Virgil pouts, crossing his arms against his chest.
“I’m Emile” He greets moving forwards, Dolion marvels as he doesn’t walk but...hovers. He whisks his wand and finally plants himself on the ground. He waves it once more, Virgil watches as the glitter follows him, dancing around him before disappearing leaving his head clear.
“What are you? Some kind of fairy godmother?” Virgil mocks, Emile laughs a sickeningly sweet sound.
“More like a fairy godfather!” He exclaims delighted, Virgil’s frown stays. “I’m here to help you!” He smiles, Virgil wonders how long it’s going to take until he gets sick of that. Nobodies’ teeth should be that white.
“I just wanna go home” Virgil begs, feeling now how desperate he is. His entire body exhausted as it trails behind him. His eyes plead softly as they meet Emiles. The fairy figure pouts sadly, his glasses drooping “Can you help us?” Emile hesitates but nods
“Of course i -“ Another poof as a darker cloud surrounds the forest, another figure appears. His hair falls into his face covering his eyes, a grey streak lining it. He wears an extravagant outfit mixed with black and greens, a mischievous smile. Around his neck lay a simple necklace with a name engraved; Remus
“And then Emile the fairy godfather said ‘No fuck you’” Remus narrates lazily, Emile groans but slowly his eyes grow wide. Virgil jumps right into Dolion, the boy keeping him steady. “Yeah hi,” Remus waves, Dolion waves back, an intrigued smile spreads.
“Prince Remus! What are you doing here?” Emile inquires, Remus turns to the fairy figure cocking his head.
“It's not prince anymore” He hardens, something raw about it. “And Im...not entirely sure. I was hoping you could help me” Remus says honestly, Emile nods waving his wand hoping something should occur.
“I don't...I don't understand” Emile dims, his gaze falling towards the floor.
“And so, a newly discouraged Emile and two confused travelers would embark on their journey” Remus recites, quickly covering his mouth. “I...I don't know where that came from” He admits. Virgil sighs, comfortably allowing his head to fall upon Dolion's shoulder. The other boy not sure why, but he doesn't mind the gesture.
“And now the show begins” He mutters as the group ready themselves, for the unknown.
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AH thank you so so much for sending this! i will try to limit myself bc i have a lot of opinions okay
Glee
i could go on and on about glee bc there are 12 billion things to say (and the show is super long). but i think my most controversial opinions are:
i dont ship finchel or klaine. at all.
i can explain. i have a love/hate (but mostly hate) relationship with rachel as a character. sometimes i feel bad for her bc its clear shes struggling and insecure and shes a flawed female character which we need to appreciate. BUT she is just so unbearably annoying, selfish, and awful to everyone around her, and season 5 was the point where i finally made a decision. i dont like her. similarly, i hate finn bc he is overglorified by the other characters on the show, without any actions supporting it. they all say that finn is their leader, that hes the nicest guy ever, and praise him like a hero when in reality, he calls people slurs, outs them in the hallway, cheats on his girlfriends, and just overall acts like a douche towards anyone he doesnt immediately understand or relate to or wanna fuck. they all SAY hes amazing, but his actions just do not support that at all, and thats bad writing imo. i think because those characters are awful, their relationship is a colossal mess, and i think if i had to choose a definitive least favorite point for them, it would be when finn beat brody up for dating rachel. like what did the show want us to appreciate about that??? thats not romantic at all!!! thats disgusting and a sign that finn needs help. physically threatening people who date your exes? who does that??? and we’re supposed to think its cute bc he says “my future wife.” mhm. sure.
i hate klaine bc while i love kurt, i think blaine is awful to him. blaine relies heavily on having a sense of power over kurt, and this is even openly explored in one of the later episodes, but not resolved well imo. from the moment they met and got together, blaine was using his power and standing as head of the warblers to subtly make kurt feel lesser. he liked feeling like he held some sort of power in the relationship. then, when he goes to new york and gains weight and thinks of himself as less attractive, he gets angry and jealous of kurt bc he wants to be the “hot” one in the relationship, and always considered himself as such. if you are comparing yourself to your partner in that way, please break up with them and learn how to feel complete by yourself. blaines insecurities repeatedly fucked up their relationship, and i never have and never will ship them. the fact that they last minute decided to get married, ignoring their glaring issues with living together and teamwork in general, due to social pressure to crash brittanas wedding was absolutely ridiculous and a bullshit wrap up to their story.
A:TLA
okay so i know everyone is having fun rn joking about how “zukka nation has risen” but i honestly dont see it and never will. i dont get where the fandom has just decided this year to prioritize a ship that gets no real exposure, no buildup, and basically a two episode arc in terms of trust and teamwork. i recently saw a post talking about how theres not much fan content for mai/ty lee, who have an actual solid friendship (and ty lee literally risked her life to save mai), but theres tons of fans pushing zukka and acting like its THE ship we should all be shipping, showing the general bias fandoms have for mlm over wlw. something to think about. ive been zutara trash since i was 11 years old, so needless to say, i would pick them over zukka any day.
piggybacking off of the weird superiority complex people have for shipping zukka, i have always been annoyed by sokka stans in general? just to be clear, i love sokka, and i dont think there is anything wrong with loving him! but i HATE how people who consider sokka their favorite character act like theyre special for that? people are always crying that hes “underappreciated” and that hes so much smarter and more capable than anyone else. and i personally have not seen a single person criticize sokka, when ive seen at least small bits of hate thrown at each character. my point here is, loving sokka is a super popular opinion to have, and literally everyone loves sokka! so when people act like theyre the only one who truly appreciates sokka it really bugs me bc like. it truly doesnt make you special. everyone has a different favorite atla character but i pretty much only see sokka stans with this odd superiority complex, acting like theyre so rare for loving a super loveable character.
TUA
idk if this is an unpopular opinion or not, but the show would be unwatchable without klaus. hes pretty much everyones favorite character, we all see ourselves in him and we root for him and we laugh at him, and while i agree with the sentiment that he gets a disproportionate amount of attention for how ultimately irrelevant he is to the plot, i literally would not care about tua at all without him.
on the flipside of that, i want to love allison so badly, but she gets no time or attention or development at all. her main traits are inc*st and missing her child. she gets nothing beyond that, and we dont know as much about her as the rest of the siblings. it hurts my heart to see the only woman of color in the family being treated so obviously like a side character in an ensemble cast. im really hoping we see more of her in s2.
thank you so much for sending these!!! i obviously love these shows a lot, im just picky about these things.
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3. You’ll meet soon with this inevitable existence
It wasn’t a reception’s bell that caught your attention from back room, not typical discussion’s buzz or sound of luggage slamming on the floor; no. It was a giggle.
Not any giggle – it was chick from breakfast service, you were sure, although you never heard her laugh. Simple because she was always way too uptight, to not say bluntly – bitchy.
Intrigued, you poked from backroom to see if you misheard, but the scene before you confirmed your suspicions. Waitress stood beside your desk, facing away from you, but you could clearly see how she played with her hair in flirtatious manner. She put a show for a man standing next to her and.. well, you couldn’t blame her for dropping her usual uninterested attitude, because the gentleman was gorgeous.
Dressed in fancy, dark blue suit with subtle flowery print and black shirt underneath, the deep neckline emphasizing his long neck. Long,silver earrings danced around the exposed skin almost teasingly. His black bangs blocked the view of his face; before you moved to attend to presumable new guest, you recognized the card laying on the countertop.
Chae Hyungwon. Damn, it’s next special reservation.
You slowly made your way to the desk, picking up the card along with passport next to it. I shouldn’t be surprised, you thought – seems like all Chae’s friends are exceptionaly mesmeric men and that’s how you will recognize them. Even in this hotel, their aura was enticing. And to think you still don’t know the last four of them gave you chills; no quite sure if good ones or not.
- Tarot reader? – you heard the waitress say with clear amusement in her voice.
- Well.. I am what I am – came his unhurried response.
This picked your interest – spiritual stuff was something that always interested you, but your parents and boyfriend were always saying it’s obvious bluff for desperate people. For most of them, it surely was – but for you, that was a specialized way to understand yourself on a deeper level. It didn’t really hurt anyone, right? What’s wrong with searching for answers? They’re just suggestions, after all.
Your mother wouldn’t really like these statements, so your father and exboyfriend; surely they would take you to the church immediately, even if none of them was that much religious. It was easier to not voice such opinions.
- Can you predict future for me, sir? – your coworker asked in another shameless attempt to.. well, seduce your guest probably. You felt somehow uneasy about her behaviour; he is our client. Stay professional, girl.
Your not fully healed wrist ached with a harsh reminder; okay. I am hypocrite.
- Future is fickle, but sure thing, darling. Here, draw one.
While you tapped the newcomer’s data on the computer, he offered her cards. She took her time, because you finished all the reservation procedure and she still hasn’t decided yet. Part of you wanted to stop this recognizable „I am gonna win you over” performance, but the other wanted to see how it will play out.
- Come on – the gentleman encouraged, his voice dropping low in comfort:- There’s no need to be shy.
Although his proclamation spoke warmth, your ears picked the hidden warning.
Waitress giggled playfully, finally picking one and laying it on the reception’s desk, directly between the three of you. Her face changed in a flash upon seeing the card’s illustration.
- … death?! – she gasped, cheeks no longer blushing; color drained from her whole body in matter of laughable seconds.
You grimaced, setting the guest’s documents next to the tarot card.
- It doesn’t mean you will die – you said bluntly, exasperated from her ignorance and third-wheeling all this time:- Death signify transformation and new beginnings.
Spiritualist took a glance at you, noticeably pleased with your statement; corners of his mouth slightly upwards in subtle smile. Now you could inspect why your coworker was so smitten; the heart-shaped face was loveable, but celestial nose and eyebrow piercing peeking through his ebony bangs were menacing.
Another risky presence on this godforsaken hotel.
- It’s not real, anyway..! – huffed the girl, practically stomping away:- Who would believe such thing?! Good day to you, sir!
Her sarcasm left you tense, not knowing what guest’s reaction will be to such attitude, but thankfully he laughed.
- Sorry about this, sir – you sighed, grateful for his laidback feedback.
- It’s okay – he smiled again, then tilted his head:- You handled it nicely. Care to tell me how this cute receptionist know tarot meanings?
Is it standard for them to be like this, you thought, starting to blush.
- It’s uh, interesting – you stumbled over the words, probably making fool of yourself.
- It is.. but only for particular people.
The following silence was heavy, but not suffocating. Restaurant’s noise hushed in background while you looked in each other’s eyes, his dark irises pulling you in. You couldn’t quite understand him; his behavior light, but mystifying underneath. Almost like his tarot deck.
You broke eye contact first, grabbing his key uncommonly fast.
- Anyway! – you said in wobbly voice:- Mr Im Changkyun, here’s your documents! And key of course! The room’s number is 402. On the fourth floor!
He still looked at you, making it hard to resist his magnetic stare, until you handed him all the possessions. Your sleeve moved a little, showing him the fresh tattoo on your wrist – paint still deeply black, plainly fresh. It was on the last stage of healing, but intensity of ink and not-so-subtle glimmer of the ointment were not hard to notice.
You kept the tattoo a secret from everyone, always wearing hoodies at home and making sure to fasten your sleeves at work. Your mother will probably have a heart attack when she will see this, but you will think about it when the weather start to urge you to show more of skin.
Tattoos were also a big no-no in your workplace, since it didn’t match the place’s aesthetics. You understood the guests may didn’t like it, but the look of Im’s face was something you didn’t expect.
- .. what is this?- he spitted, grabbing his stuff from you but not really moving. His smile disappeared, baring teeth instead. He glared at your dark mark with mix of anger and distaste.
You looked between him and atramentous scar.
- It’s just.. sir, excuse me..
He literally spluttered and whisked away to the stairs, information about the elevator dying on your tongue.
Not understanding the situation at all, you hurriedly rearranged your sleeve, hiding the cryptic MX sign from all possible onlookers.
