he will deny it until the day he dies, but everyone saw. saw the way he stood stiff and awkwardly held the baby with outstretched arms. the father was rushed away in an ambulance, the mother unconscious, and the child had been thrusted into his arms by a stressed red robin.
which led to damian sitting on a rooftop and looking down at the girl in his arms. he didn't know why he hadn't turned her into the police yet. he didn't want to be holding some random baby. yet there he sat, barely listening to anyone talking to him over comms.
he was studying the child. she couldn't have been more than five months old. she had a small amount of brown curls sitting on top of her head, little dimples everywhere, long eyelashes, soft cheeks—
—and the eyes of someone so... new. someone so pure. he's never held something so fragile before. something so pathetic.
he was never pure. never had the chance to be fragile, and never had the time to be pathetic. he was made an assassin, made to kill. made to have blood on his hands. made out of selfish desire and nothing more.
yet she was born out of love. out of mutual decision. she was the embodiment of all that will be. she was affection. she was care. she was curiosity.
she's never had her life laid out in front of her.
she had a choice.
maybe she's going to be a therapist. maybe she's going to be a villain. maybe she's going to be an artist. maybe she's going to be a doctor.
she can choose.
damian could not.
but she can. this little ball of soft skin and fabric had no idea how lucky she is.
damian would've killed for something like that.
and suddenly, he feels the cool breeze on his wet cheeks and sees the dark spots appear on her swaddle. he had cried over her.
he sniffles, and the comms go silent.
"is someone crying?"
"no. everything is alright."
"robin, there you are! we've been trying to contact you for fifteen minutes, where are you?"
"do you have the baby?"
"I'm on the roof of queue hotel, and yes, I do have the infant."
"... you okay, dami?"
"I'm fine, grayson."
"holy shit, he's crying!"
"I am not, todd!"
"we heard you over the mic, brat."
"you don't know what you're talking about, drake."
damian hands her to batman, who takes her gently in his arms and to the nearest hospital.
his siblings tease him to no end about the marks staining his cheeks, yet all he can think about are the brown eyes that looked up at him with nothing but curiosity and trust.
weeks later, when everything has settled down and the family is reunited, they open their door to find a small envelope on their porch. inside is a small letter, stuffed with the most amount of hundreds that was able to fit into the pocket.
pairing(s) ➫ seonghwa x oc! (oc's name is krystal,,, pls don't ask i will always name my ocs krystal)
genre(s) ➫ romance, almost-smut, mafia au (implied)
warnings ➫ hot and bothered seonghwa, a lot of kissing, neck sucking, hickeys, mentions of sex, cussing, rated PG15
word count ➫ 2k+
synopsis ➫ seonghwa lets himself in krystal's house one early morning, only to be welcomed with a surprise.
notes ➫ this was a drabble i started in 2021 in hopes to slot it in one of my chaptered fanfictions, which well, ended up not manifesting after-all. LOL. it's a good read if u wanna envision horny-hwa i guess ... please be kind as this is my first posting here!
recommended song ➫ tally by blackpink (the rated version)
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“What’s that on your neck?”
Seonghwa’s usually poised and calm voice, was no longer evident but instead replaced with a rather harsh and cold one.
Krystal jumped at the sound of his voice. She didn’t expect him to be here, not after the argument they had a couple of days ago.
She immediately pulled her hair tie off her ponytail to hide the mark lingering around her neck. To be honest, even she herself didn’t want to see it. It was just a reminder of the disgusting event that took place last night.
Seonghwa was obviously not too happy with that answer. He took a couple of strides, that were rather big because of his height, and in no time he was right in front of the elder, blocking her path to the bathroom.
“Hwa. Move. I need to use the bathroom,” a hint of desperation was clearly heard in her voice, and he of course caught it.
Krystal was also avoiding any form of eye contact with him. When she spoke she only looked to the sides of his face and his forehead. He caught her chin and forced her to look into his eyes.
“I said, what’s that on your neck?”
That was the final straw for Krystal. She placed her palms flatly onto his muscled chest and pushed him away from her, the close vicinity giving her a hard time to breathe. Being close to Seonghwa always made her feel things, and not being able to breathe were one of them. She just likes him too much.
“It’s nothing-“
“-Krystal.”
Seonghwa didn’t gave up. He gripped onto her wrists next and pulled her body closely to his, their chests separated only by thin air.
His brows were furrowed as he put his thinking face on, inspecting the marks on her neck. Krystal would’ve thought he looked so hot right now if it weren’t for the aching pain between her thighs.
“Wait. Is that a-“
“Seonghwa, please. I need to use the bathroom,” she muttered, tears welling up. The younger male only had one weakness in the world and it was the woman standing in front of him. He released his hold and took a step back to give her the space she needed, watching her wobble her way to the bathroom.
She didn’t make it.
Her knees starting shaking so hard that she was having a hard time to even stand up straight. She dropped onto the ground, and a moment later Seonghwa was right next to her with a worried look on.
“Krystal, you need to tell me what happened so that I can help you-“
“-wait, is that blood?!”
The both of them looked at the blood trailing down her legs. Krystal winced and sighed. This wasn’t going to end well. Not when Seonghwa was there.
“Krystal, did someone touched you without consent?”
“No!” Defensively, she answered, face breaking into a sweat.
Seonghwa’s face fell.
“You had sex with someone voluntarily?”
“That’s my personal choice, Hwa. It’s none of your business,” she looked away, sighing at the mess.
He bit onto his lips, hiding his fury, - hiding his anger. Who dared to hurt his beauty and taint her with their dirty hands?
He gathered her into his arms and settled her onto the sink of the bathroom.
“Does it hurt a lot princess?”
“It’s fine, it’s not my first time,” she mumbled reaching out for the contraceptive pills in her wallet. That was what she was why she urgently wanted to use the bathroom just now.
Seonghwa’s eyes widen. That only meant-
“He cummed in you?”
Krystal let out a shaky laugh. “This conversation is starting to become very intimate, Hwa,”
He raised a brow, arms still on both sides to her waist.
“I’m serious. You guys didn’t use protection? That’s stupid, you know?”
Krystal looked down after swallowing the pill. “I know. But it wasn’t like I had a choice,”
“W-What? I thought you said it was with consent? Krystal, princess, please. Make me understand-“
“I- I will tell you. But before that, I want to confront you about this:
I was very hurt when you kissed back that girl back at the club a couple days ago. I was really hurt. I ...”
She took a deep breath, closing her eyes, letting the tears fall free onto her pale cheeks, with Seonghwa intently watching, his beautiful eyebrows drawn close together.
“I ... haven’t done what I did last night for a long time. It’s been years, actually. But I did it because ... because I was so sad. And I thought yeah. Maybe I’m meant to be alone in this world and maybe that’s the sole purpose why I exist in this world,”
“I saved myself for you, Seonghwa, but I felt so broken when you kissed that woman back ...”
Seonghwa’s eyes were still furrowed. If anything, he felt more confused now more than ever.
“I don’t understand princess-“
“My father has been selling my body out to his clients in order to become Mafia King.”
Krystal finally said this in one breath, her chest heaving up and down.
It was dead silent from Seonghwa’s side, and she was almost afraid to look up to see what his facial expression holds.
What would he feel? How would he react? Would be recoil away because of how disgusted he felt about her? She wouldn’t be surprised, because if its anyone, Krystal herself was the most disgusted with her own self.
When she finally gathered the courage to look up, she finds herself in a disability to talk.
Seonghwa was looking straight at her, his eyes bloodshot and crying.
“W-What?”
“Why didn’t you tell me?” He sobbed, wiping his fallen tears hastily.
She has never seen this cold man cry. Never. Seonghwa always kept his poise and mood calm.
“Oh my god princess, why didn’t you tell me?” He grabbed onto the back of her neck and hugged her tightly, giving Krystal and sense of comfort she never knew she could achieve.
“Seonghwa ...” she muttered, also breaking into tears.
The sounds of their cries were deafening, but no scene was as beautiful as the one we had to witness now. Just two broken souls connecting their hearts as one, and sharing them in order for each other to survive in this cruel world.
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“Fucking hell,” Seonghwa huffed before taking her by the neck. Startled, Krystal wobbled backwards into the living room and was surprised to find his lips latched onto her skin, the sound of sucking very evident in the air. She wanted to curl her toes at the sensation, it had felt so good.
“Hwa ...” She wanted to sound stern, to ask him to stop it, but he was so good at it, and heck, she was having an even better time while he did it. She felt like she was on cloud 9.
He pulled his lips away from her neck to inspect his work of art. “I know it’s insensitive of me to do this but I can’t stand seeing an old geezer’s mark on your body. Fuck, baby, I’ll kill him on sight literally when I find out who it is,”
Krystal nervously chuckled and bit her lips. “There’s no need for murders, Hwa,” Desperately wanting to get out of the clothes she was in from last night, she took quick steps to her bedroom. Seonghwa trailed after and this brought confusion over her mind.
“-Hwa?”
“I wasn’t done,” he growled lowly, gently pulling her next to him. “There are so many of them ...” he huffed, his fingers gently trailing over the bruising spots around her neck.
“But Seonghwa ...” she whined, feeling tired.
“Please, baby? Either this or I find out who it is and kill him right now-“
“Seonghwa! I- fine ...”
It wasn’t as if she was not enjoying what he was doing to her anyways. A vast contrast from what was happening to her last night, she actually enjoyed his butterfly kisses.
Seonghwa’s thick lips met her neck, and she just awkwardly stood there while he did his magic. At some point she did bit the urge to melt into his arms and let out a big, fat, moan ... but ... she didn’t want to give him that type of satisfactory, though he was making it very difficult.
She inhaled a sharp intake of breath.
“Seonghwa-“ she warned as he neared her sensitive spot.
He smirked. “A little sensitive over here, aren’t you?” Figuring out her weak spot, he played it with his tongue over and over, driving the woman before him crazy.
“Fuck- Seonghwa, I-“ she gasped, gripping into his biceps, her legs growing weak as her eyes rolled to the back of her head.
He nipped onto the spot teasingly, eyeing her beautiful orgasmic face. Gently carrying her over her knees and neck, he settled her into his lap sideways and continued his assault on her neck, the elder female letting out a sigh.
“Ah- Seonghwa-“ she whined through her half-lidded eyes, grasping onto the shirt he was wearing. When he was done, she was a panting mess, and sweaty, her hair sticking on her forehead and shoulder.
“A hot mess and I didn’t even touch you down there yet, baby,” he smiled earnestly, nuzzling his nose against her neck, satisfied with his overlapping bruises over the man’s from last night.
“I hate you,” she said through her gritted teeth, making a move to get off his lap. She could feel something poking her thighs.
He pulled her back. “Oh yeah?” He challenged.
“Fuck, no, Seonghwa. I like you so fucking much that I’d give you a free pass to fuck me right now until I bleed out again. It’s going to be painful but at least I’ll enjoy it unlike last night,” she hissed as she said these words, immensely turning Seonghwa on.
“And what you’d call me when I fuck you?” His deep voice shook her core.
“W-what?”
“Come on, Krystal. I’m sure everyone has a kink when they’re having sex. What would you call me while we’re at it baby?”
Her eyes widen, gulping. Never had she wanted the earth to break into two and swallow her whole right then and there.
“I’d call you baby, princess, my love when i’m gentle ...” he whispered down her ears, chills decorating her body.
“ ... and my slut, whore and bitch when i’m fucking your brains out,”
“Seonghwa ...” her breath wavered as he completed his sentence.
“Come on baby tell me, what would you call me?” His tone was persuasive.
“ ... Daddy ...” she whispered, ashamed.
Seonghwa’s deep voice chuckled. It sounded heavenly to her ears.
“What would you call me again princess? Couldn’t hear you,”
“I’d call you Daddy, Seonghwa,” she muttered, avoiding eye contact. Her cheeks were very red now.
“Fucking hell we’re not even at it but my cock is already hard as fuck,” he stated, voice wavering.
“Sorry for teasing you, baby,” he gently caressed her face, carrying her from his lap and into her walk in closet.
“I’ll leave you to yourself then. I’ll be right outside if you need anything ok, princess?” He muttered to her and smiled, earning a nod from Krystal.
He was about to leave until he felt a tug on his shirt.
Damn, what does she wants now? He really needed to use the bathroom.
“Seonghwa ...”
“Hmm?”
She stood on her tippy-toes to give him an innocent kiss. One that Seonghwa took advantage of and started to turn it into a passionate one.
She moaned into the kiss, the vibrations transmitted from him to her. Biting her lips he thrusted his tongue into her mouth, earning a clench of fist from her side as she tried to keep up with his tempo.
After some time they finally pulled away, breaths heavy and lips swollen red.
“That’s enough okay, baby? Or else you’d really need to call me Daddy in a few minutes,” with that warning he left the room to fix himself up while she just stood in the middle of her closet, wondering how fast things escalated.
This took way longer to bring to fruition then I thought it would
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Here’s the thing about growing up in the middle of the ocean: there’s constant sound.
Waves crashing upon the tall metal posts suspending an apartment, sea gulls screeching nearly 24/7, the robotic sounds of HIC’s patrols. It was endless. Not to mention the music and movies watched to pass the time; other human voices beside your own. And of course, Hal. Eventually.
Constant noise brought a peace and stability you didn’t know you missed until it was gone.
LOTAK was eeriely quiet. There was the wind, sure. The clacking of skeletons and thunder in the distance. But it wasn't enough.
You talked with the others when you were person. That was sporadic. You talked out loud, singing and creating beats. After a while you stopped. The quiet was too powerful. Too deafening.
“You’re quiet.”
You snap out of your mind. Right, you’re not on LOTAK anymore. You’re in Roxy’s home; you’re sitting at a counter, blankly staring at the counter in front of you. Most importantly, there’s ABBA playing in the background.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Homestuck
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Kanaya Maryam & Dirk Strider
Characters: Dirk Strider, Kanaya Maryam, Auto-Responder | Lil Hal, a smattering of others mentioned
Additional Tags: Not Epilogue Compliant, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Friendship, Getting to Know Each Other, rose being rose, Hal being Hal, hes doing his best I swear
Summary:
You had heard about Rose’s girlfriend; knew of her in the vaguest sense. You saw her face briefly in dream bubbles and in person when the meteor had crashed (quite literally) your game session. But after that? Too busy fighting a misogynistic lizard with anger issues to sit in a circle and introduce yourself to everyone else. And that was pretty okay at the time; until it wasn’t.
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Your name is Dirk. And you are awkward as shit around new people.
this is the latest shit ever dude I'm so sorry I did NOT see this ask
it isn't halloween anymore but ykw fuck it, you get an angsty drabble.
trick.
at the time of his father's death, damian had become acquainted with an old woman sitting on a bench at the small park close to the manor.
damian was never even supposed to be at that park. the first time he went, it was in pure childish rebellion, running off after richard had banned him from patrol that day, not trusting his abilities to be able to perform.
("I just don't want to overload you, damian. I mean, B' just happened. you need breaks.")
that day, damian had fumed his way to a bench. the woman seated there looked at the boy, shot him a smile, and looked away again. damian was content with the silence.
it became a routine. he would sit next to her, she'd smile and continue to people-watch, she'd say a few words, and then it'd go silent again. they didn't speak again until she'd ask where his parents were, and then he'd leave.
until the day she asked what his father was up to.
damian paused. he squinted his eyes and said that his father was currently in his office doing work.
it wasn't true. his father was dead. but this woman did not know that.
he could pretend for a few more days.
so that's exactly what he did. he'd make up responses to her questions, slightly centered around his father, and expanded. "who drove you here?" she'd ask. "my father." he'd respond.
damian had walked.
it was like a new reality, one that he crafted from the depths of his mind in the craters his father had left. he created his own interpretation of him, yet it wasn't perfection.
he could easily make up stories, making his father sound like the perfect man. yet he didn't. there were days when he told her that his father had forgotten to pick him up from the park, days when he told the woman he hadn't seen his father in hours, days when he told her his father hadn't spoken to him in an entire week. that he had forgotten about him.
"do you forgive him?" she'd say. "I've never been given the opportunity to." damian would respond with.
"someone who loves you doesn't leave you behind, love."
"... I am aware."
"do you feel left behind?"
"occasionally, childishly. although i recognize that it is not his fault, he can not help the fact that he has duties."
"and wouldn't you agree that one of the greatest duties a father has is raising his child?"
"believe me, there are far more important matters to attend to. he is not... avaliable. to actively attend to me."
"nothing is more important than caring for your child."
"he cannot."
"and why is that?"
"because he is not here! and he will never be here again."
"... hm."
after his outburst, damian doesn't come back to the bench until months and months later, whenever his father has returned and the man presented as the backbone of the entire family is brutally taken away before his eyes.
he seeks comfort. he seeks wisdom and guidance, and he has never felt more alone.
15. Things you said with too many miles between us
I wanted to make this angsty but then it got sweet. Also if you squint you can see autistic Deadlock is back
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Hot Rod is positive at this point that he’s in love with Deadlock.
More than positive, really. Absolutely, positively, for fragging certain. Aggressively certain. Really he could go on with how certain he was. He didn’t really know when this happened though; was it after that time on Hothmore where Hot Rod rode on top of Deadlock to race out of a town that had declared them worthy of having their heads chopped off? Was it the time in a neutral bar when Rod had gotten fragging hiccups of all things and Deadlock was so drunk he fell off his seat from laughing? Or maybe it was when Deadlock had first said “See you again?”
Who knew. All Hot Rod could think to do now to deal with this revaluation was find Deadlock, run straight into his arms, and tell him ‘thank you for being you.’
But he couldn’t. He was stuck in the base. Under other circumstances, he would just sneak out. But Springer had put eyes on his door. So he sat on his berth. Longing.
Hot Rod vented slowly. “Deadlock…” He snorted. “Of all bots. Just had to make my life more interesting.”
He sighed, looking at the tiny port window that revealed the night sky of the planet they were on. A meteor flashed across the indigo sky. “If you were here… What would we talk about? Ooh, wait, my last stop at Ferigun was pretty interesting. You’d totally get a kick out of the way the folks I met communicated; it was sign language! They even started to teach me when I asked ‘bout it.” Hot Rod snickered. “We could totally use it and confuse everyone around us.”
Silence.
“I, uh. I know I’m speaking to the void here, but I want you to know, I love you. I don’t know how I can convey that from one planet to another by just talking. But I can only hope you feel it. I love you, you giant softie.”
(And Deadlock would never admit it, but he always swore he felt a warm presence whenever he felt overwhelmed by day-to-day Con life. He swore it felt like a hand was on his arm, his back, his hip, giving him a reassurance he didn’t want to admit to needing. He’d sigh to himself. And when he was alone, he’d thank Hot Rod. He’d speak into the void, hoping his fiery flower would feel the same comfort.)
ffvii/crisis core gang, “You’re an idiot. I’ve met smarter sandwiches.”
Des I'm sorry this took longer then I thought
On the bright side, woo! FF7 writing!
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“You’re an idiot. I’ve met smarter sandwiches.”
Zack looked at Genesis and gave his best expression of mock disdain. “How dare you? In my own house?”
The Red Commander’s brow rose. “Zack you jumped off a four-story building today.”
“He did,” Angeal said. He didn’t look up from his tablet as Zack squawked in disbelief.
“Really, both of you? I’m getting attacked on two fronts, this is unfair!” Zack slouched further into his chair, muttering about how Kunsel wouldn’t treat him like this. “Come on Sephy, help me out here.”
Sephiroth looked up to see the most pitiful puppy eyes; full of hope and pleading for mercy.
“It wasn’t the worst idea you’ve had, Zackary.” Pause. “But it was pretty fucking bad.”
Zack groaned and opted to shove another sandwich into his mouth. Since apparently he was what he ate.
drift, rodimus, and "my nightmares are usually about losing you" :3c
I know you wanted me to make this Sad™ Well fuck your agenda, I didn’t do it.
Jokes aside, thank you for the prompt Space!
Also I unapologetically put this in 2nd person; this is also Space and Destiny’s fault.
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“Ya know, my nightmares are usually about losing you.”
Drift looked up from his data pad. “Hmm?”
You look at him with a soft smile. “Kinda sad, isn’t it?”
“Not really,” Drift replied. “I was the same way after Crystal City.”
You cock your head at Drift.
“Why are they about me?”
“Hmm?”
“Your nightmares, why are they about me?”
You want to laugh at that. Why are you, of all bots, so scared about losing Drift? It’s like asking a speedster why they need to race, or a flyer why they must soar through the air. Not having adrift was like losing an arm. Or two. Quite possibly all your limbs, actually.
“If I lost you,” you start. “I don’t think I’d know what to do.” Other than feel numb, that is. “Like, having you by my side feels so…. Natural.”
Drift nodded. “I agree.”
“Losing you would just suck.”
Drift smiled at that. “Losing you would also suck.”
Your turn to smile. You beamed at Drift.
You didn’t explain too much else. These nightmares were something you lived with, and you were fine with that. You didn’t want Drift to know the extent of it all, not just yet. He didn’t need to know you woke up in the middle of the night, frightened beyond all belief, wanting to call Drift to make sure he wasn’t just gone. Again.
He’d figure it out, he always did. No one gave him enough credit for being able to do that. But you did. You always did.
