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[UN] Fair โ Chapter I, Prt 3: Burning Pile.
โธบ SINOPSIS โฆ All things begin in fire, and end in fire.
โฟโ โธบ Platonic! Yandere! Batfam ร Neglenced! Meta! Reader.
โฟโ โธบ Chapters Guide! ; Prologue ; Chapter I, Prt 1 ; Chapter I, Prt 2 ; Chapter I, Prt 3 ; Chapter II;
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โธบ WARNINGS โฆ Fem Reader ; Use of Y/N; Suicidal themes ; Suicide attempt ; Platonic Yandere ; Dead of a Character ; Detachment of a body part ; Gore (? ; English is not my first language.
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โฟโ โธบ N/A โฆ This chapter was mainly translated by Google Translate, so if something doesnโt make sense, you know who to blame.
โฟโ โธบ N/A โฆ Sorry for the wait on this chapter, these past weeks have been too much for me. After this, I think I'll take a break from social media
โฟโ โธบ N/A โฆ If you're wondering, the chapter title is based on the song Burning Pile by Mother Mother, so if you want to listen to it while reading the chapter, you're welcome to. I recommend listening to it more towards the end of the chapter.
The drive back to the mansion was steeped in an eerie silence. Both you and Damian were equally stunned by the day's eventsโwhich werenโt even over yet. The worst part was still ahead: facing your father.
You were doing your absolute best to hold back tears, panic building at the thought of confronting your father in yet another fit of anger. Then again, while the anxiety clung to you like a chain, you didnโt really have any tears left to shed. Most of them had already been spent during the fight with Damian.
A fight with a very peculiar ending.
Once again, your mind replayed what had happened just a few hours ago. Maybe because it still felt like unfinished business, leaving you with more questions than answers. Or maybe it was just an attempt to escape the horrible scenarios your imagination was crafting for when youโd finally arrive at the mansion. Maybe it was both.
The silence between you could easily be described as awkwardโpainfully awkward. But what you couldn't quite figure out was where you stood with Damian now. After your outburst, your confession, and his apologyโฆ
โIโm sorryโฆโ
Something was supposed to change between you two after that, right? It felt like the fragile glass you'd both been pressing against had finally shattered under the weight of it all. The shards of what had happened still lingered in both your minds, leaving you unsure of how to start piecing things back together. Unsure of how to move forward.
Honestly, you werenโt surprised. Two emotionally stunted people like you and Damian couldnโt possibly know how to handle your relationship in a healthy way. You wouldnโt even know how to talk about everything that had happened without feeling deeply uncomfortable. Somehow, admitting all your vulnerabilityโthe pain youโd felt from your familyโs harsh treatmentโfelt more humiliating than when Damian used to call you cruel nicknames in front of everyone. Even more than failing a test and having the whole class find out about it.
The mind and emotions are strange things, you concluded.
Maybe thatโs why Damian avoided them without even realizing it?
You didnโt know. And honestly, you werenโt sure you even wanted to.
As you crossed the doorway, all your fears surged at once, spilling over as tears the moment you saw your father standing at the mansionโs entrance, furious.
โBefore I start,โ your father announced in his usual firm tone, โif anyone has something to say that should be taken into account, speak now.โ
Both you and Damian stayed silent, heads bowed. You had no way to defend yourself. Sure, Damian had provoked you, but you were the one who started the fight. You were certain that was all anyone would care about.
Oh no, here came the tears again...
You gripped the sides of your uniform skirt tightly with both hands, unable to stop your body from trembling like a leaf in the wind.
What if your father finally decided to throw you out? Or worseโsend you back to your mother?
โY/Nโโ
โActually, Fatherโโ Damian interrupted, raising his voice slightly, something rare for him when speaking to Bruce. โI was the one who started the fight.โ
You glanced at Damian out of the corner of your eye, careful not to let your father see your evident surprise.
โYouโll hear it from the teachers anyway, so I figured itโd be better if you heard it directly from me,โ Damian explained vaguely, his tone carrying a slight edge of irritation (maybe because you were staring at him like heโd just grown a third eyeโor who knows why).
Bruce stayed silent, his gaze shifting between the two of you as if searching for any sign of deceit.
โY/N, go to your room. I need to speak with Damian.โ
Bruce kept his eyes locked on Damian, who didnโt look up.
Hesitant, you decided it was better to obey and not risk angering your father further. You cast one last glance at Damian as you walked away, but he didnโt return it. Maybe he was too busy processing the implications of his recent actions to notice your look.
Once you reached your room, you decided to wait until tomorrow to write about everything in your diary.
For the next few days, Damian avoided you like the plague.
Sure, you were expecting some sort of change, but this? This caught you off guard. If you were being honest with yourself, though, you werenโt entirely sure what kind of change you had been hoping for.
Your days started to blur together again, shifting between school and the mansion. The only difference now was that your total number of interactions had dwindled to just one personโAlfred. Occasionally, it went up to two if you counted Jonโs visits to see Damian.
Like today.
You knew he was coming over to hang out with Damian, just like he did every other week. You were about to start baking with Alfred, so you were already dressed for the occasion. But that didnโt stop you from answering the door when the bell rang.
You greeted the Kryptonian with a smile and invited him in, once again losing yourself for a moment in those stunning blue eyes of his. After exchanging the usual greetings and catching up briefly, Jon hesitated before bringing up your party.
โHey, about your birthdayโฆโ he started cautiously, clearly choosing his words carefully.
A part of you had wondered if heโd mention it, but when he did, a knot formed in your throat at the memory of your pathetic excuse for a birthday party. Honestly, you werenโt even sure it deserved to be called a party.
โDamian told me your party was canceled. Is that true?โ Jon asked gently, clearly aware of Damianโs antics when it came to you. He was just trying to figure out if this was another one of them.
Not technically, no. But while it hadnโt been canceled, it wasnโt much of a party eitherโฆ
Alfred had been the only one to show up besides you, so when Jon didnโt appear that day, youโd been confused at first. Now, you were grateful. You were certain youโd have broken down in tears if heโd looked at you with pity because no one else had shown up.
So, just this once, you decided to go along with Damianโs little lie.
โYeahโฆ it got canceled after all,โ you said, lying through your teeth. Jon frowned sympathetically.
โOhโฆ Iโm sorry to hear that,โ he said, his voice soft. โStill, I wanted to give you this.โ
From behind his back, he pulled out a colorful bag with a big ribbon on it. How had you not noticed it before? Were you that distracted by him?
Shaking off the thought, you accepted the gift with both hands, a puzzled expression plastered across your face.
It was the first gift youโd ever received from someone. Knowing someone thought enough of you to show their care in this wayโฆ it was overwhelming.
โItโs not the same as the other one, and I donโt mean it as a replacement,โ Jon explained, his gaze fixed on the floor in embarrassment. As you opened the bag, he added, โI just thoughtโฆ it might be a good listener for youโฆโ He sounded so awkward, like he was overexplaining everything. God, he probably thought youโd see him as some kind of loser now.
But his thoughts were cut off when he noticed the droplets falling onto your worn-out shoes.
Jon watched intently as tears streamed down your face, your expression soft and filled with warmth as you gazed at the crocheted dinosaur plushie. Hugging it tightly to your chest, you buried your face against it. Despite everything, Jon thought you were still the most beautiful girl heโd ever seen.
โThis is the best gift Iโve ever gotten,โ you said, wiping your tears away with an embarrassed smile.
Before Jon could respond, you stepped closer and pressed a gentle, lingering kiss to his cheek.
Jon turned bright redโmaybe even redder than you were. As much as you wanted to stay and talk with him, youโd been away too long already. Alfred would come looking for you soon, and you definitely didnโt want him finding you like this.
โI should get goingโฆโ you said, turning to leave. But Jon stopped you.
โWaitโum, Iโฆโ His mind seemed to be racing, scrambling to find the right words. โI think short hair really suits youโn-not that it didnโt before! It was cute then too, I mean, youโre cuteโuhโwhat?โ
You couldnโt help but find it utterly adorable. He was the sweetest boy youโd ever met.
โSee you later, Jon,โ you said, not even bothering to hide the massive smile spreading across your face.
You ran up to your room, placing your new gift carefully on your bed before heading back to the kitchen to join Alfred.
In the following days, you threw yourself entirely into working on your inventions. You needed something to take your mind off your miserable family situation. Sure, sometimes tinkering with your creations and brainstorming theories to improve them stressed you out, but it was worth it. At least it distracted you enough to forget about your family, even if only temporarily.
By now, youโd already completed your first gadgets using junk from the mansionโs shed, along with spare parts from discarded gadgets and old, obsolete vigilante suits.
Today, though, you werenโt working on anything fancy. You were focused on crafting a simple pocket watch for Alfred. It was Fatherโs Day, and just like every year, you wanted to give Alfred a gift to recognize and thank him for everything he did to take care of you.
Besides, making something for Alfred helped you avoid dwelling too much on your actual father, who was probably just a few rooms away in his office.
You couldnโt give him a Fatherโs Day gift. Not only because heโd rarely been present in your life, but also because you hadnโt been a part of his. You didnโt know what he liked or needed. He was the richest man in Gothamโprobably in the world, you sometimes thought. Anything he wanted, he could get with the snap of his fingers.
The only thing you could offer him, something you figured he might actually appreciate, was a sincere apology for being bornโ
Done! The gift was finally ready!
You carefully wrapped it up and decorated the packaging before heading to the kitchen to give it to Alfred.
As youโd expected, Alfred was there, already preparing for lunch.
โWhatโs got you in such high spirits, Miss Y/N?โ Alfred asked, taking note of how you were hiding your hands behind your back.
You didnโt answer and instead marched right up to him, standing just inches away.
โClose your eyes,โ you requested with a playful tone.
Alfred raised an amused eyebrow but complied. Quickly, you pulled out the gift and held it up at eye level.
โTa-da!โ you said, signaling him to open his eyes.
Oh, it was Fatherโs Dayโheโd completely forgotten. His eyes softened as he looked at you, touched by the gesture. With great care, he took the gift and opened it.
Inside was a gleaming pocket watch. It wasnโt luxurious, but it had a certain elegance, thanks to the hand-engraved details. You stood there, watching him expectantly.
โI got it from a second-hand store and tried to fix it up as best I couldโฆโ you said casually, not intending anything by it but wanting to show how much you cared.
โWhere did you get the money?โ Alfred asked curiously. As far as he knew, you didnโt receive an allowance like your siblings, nor did you have any other source of income.
โI sold a few things here and there,โ you answered vaguely, not wanting him to think youโd gone through too much trouble or regret accepting the gift.
Most of the handmade toys youโd crafted had been sold off, leaving you with just a few. People seemed to like them, treating them as โabstract art.โ It stung a little, but you got over it, knowing it was for Alfred. Youโd also sewn a few pieces of clothing to sell, and those had been the first to go. People even praised your work when they found out youโd made them yourself.
More than ever, you felt proud of your creations.
โOh, young missโฆโ Alfred murmured, clearly moved, before pulling you into a warm embrace.
โHappy Fatherโs Day,โ you whispered against his neck.
Your stomach twisted with guilt, knowing you hadnโt told him about the tiny micro-communicator hidden inside the watch.
Your chemistry class ended as soon as the bell rang.
Your classmates, even the teacher, left without so much as acknowledging your presence. That had been the pattern for weeks now. The whispered comments, the rumors as you passed through the hallwaysโthose had stopped. Now, people simply avoided you, excluding you whenever possible.
Home sweet home, you thought bitterly to yourself.
Still, in moments like this, being invisible had its advantages. Carefully, you opened the list of items you needed for your projects and began collecting them discreetly, always keeping an eye out in case someone approached.
Once you had everything, you returned to the lockers to stash what you'd taken before heading to your next class. To your surprise, you almost bumped into Molly on your way there. She froze for a moment when she saw you, then hurried out of the room without a word.
A little puzzled, you decided to brush off the fleeting encounter with your ex-best friend and stepped into the classroom.
A splash of red caught your eye, standing out sharply against the neutral tones of the room. Your attention was drawn to the small red bag resting on your unmistakable desk. Unmistakable, because it was the only desk carved with cruel messages about you.
Your eyes scanned over the deep engravings in the wood again.
"Slut." "Freak." "Zombie." "Monster." "Get out of my school." "Whore."
Every desk assigned to you in every class bore similar graffiti. It was one of the mildest things that had been done to you since the bullying began.
Although the harassment had seemingly stopped out of nowhere, the wounds it left behind were still fresh. Only something far worse could make you forget them, though you doubted anything could surpass the high bar set by your lifeโs endless cruelty.
Your fingers stopped tracing the carvings and instead focused on the bag. It looked more like a gift than a trap. Suspicious, you began to open it cautiously, in small intervals of about fifteen seconds each.
This wasnโt your first rodeo with pranks like this. Your classmates had left packages on your desk before, each containing something vile. The first time, they'd placed syringes inside a paper bag along with a lit firecracker hidden deep within. By the time you realized what it was, it was too late. The needles exploded outward, stabbing into your arm.
The classroom erupted in laughter as the bag detonated. But the laughter died just as quickly, drowned out by your screams of painโor maybe it was the sight of your uniform darkening with blood where the needles had pierced your stomach.
Since then, they'd repeated variations of the same prank, swapping out needles and firecrackers for rotten fruits, crushed flower heads mixed with compost, or equally disgusting things.
This time, though, you werenโt taking any chances. Vines sprouted from your arms, carefully opening the package at a safe distance.
Inside, you saw a small, colorful box accompanied by a letter. Intrigued, you set the box aside and unfolded the letter.
"Dear Y/N,
Iโm sorry I couldnโt be there to celebrate your first official birthday. I wanted to more than anything, but I couldnโt. If my family found out about us meeting, things wouldโve gone from bad to worse for both my family and yours.
Iโm still not allowed to see you, so for the sake of our feelings, itโs best we keep things as they are for now. Even so, I wanted to take this chance to apologize for everything thatโs happened.
Iโm sorry for not being there for you during all of this. For not being able to comfort you when those awful things were done to you. Iโm sorry for letting them get away with it. Every time I tried to stand up for you or report them to the school, they retaliated by soaking my notes in water or leaving dead animals in my locker.
My parents know about it and told me not to report anything, because theyโre sure itโll only escalate. They even warned me to stop getting involved, saying they wouldnโt intervene if things got worse.
I feel awful thinking this, let alone saying it, but Iโm too scared. Iโm too much of a coward to put my ideals above my physical and emotional safety. Iโm so sorry.
One day, when we can be friends again, I want to make it up to you. For now, please accept this gift as my congratulations and my sincerest wishes for your happiness on your first birthday.
And in case no oneโs told you yet: Iโm glad you were born, Y/N.
โMolly xoxo"
Tears blurred the ink on the page as they fell, but you didnโt care. This time, your tears meant something different.
"One day, when we can be friends againโฆ"
You clutched the letter to your chest before turning your attention to the box.
Inside was a gold bracelet, shining brilliantly. Your heart skipped a beat when you noticed the tiny charm engraved with your name.
With the utmost care, you fastened it around your right wrist, silently thanking Molly.
Back at home, you decided to put the tears behind you and went on a frantic search for Alfred. You found him in the sitting room, diligently dusting the furniture.
โAlfred, look!โ you said, showing off the bracelet Molly had given you with pride shining in your eyes.
The butler inspected it briefly before smiling and nodding in approval. โA lovely piece of jewelry, Miss. Might I ask who gifted it to you?โ
Before you could answer, the sound of a door slamming shut echoed from the entrance. Jason stormed past the kitchen, his steps heavy and filled with irritation. He was clearly on his way to the Batcave, his frustration emanating in waves.
But then he saw you.
Maybe it was his recent failure with Ivy, or the ridiculous speculations about you and a possible connection to your mother, or perhaps just the miserable week heโd hadโbut something snapped in Jason when he caught sight of you from the corner of his eye.
Without much thought, his anger redirected. He turned sharply and strode into the kitchen, his face dark with frustration.
โYour motherโs a total bitch, you know that, right?โ he spat suddenly, his words slicing through the air and leaving you stunned and confused.
It took a moment for the meaning of his words to fully register. But as they sank in, indignation and fury surged within you.
He hadnโt spoken a word to you in years. Not a glance, not even the smallest acknowledgment since your first meeting. And now, the only reason he addressed you was to insult your mother? It was like reliving the bullying at school all over again, but worse.
You swallowed your emotions, refusing to let them explode outward. โโฆDonโt talk about her like that,โ you managed to murmur, your voice taut with restraint.
Jasonโs expression only darkened further at your response. Alfredโs calm attempts to defuse the tension went completely ignored.
โOh, so youโre defending her? How the hell can you defend her after everything sheโs done?โ Jasonโs voice was sharp, almost accusatory.
You pressed your lips together, the frustration of being judged without a chance to explain building in your chest like a storm.
โYou wouldnโt understandโฆโ you muttered, almost to yourself.
โUnderstand what?!โ Jason demanded, his voice louder now, brimming with impatience.
โYou wouldnโt understand because you donโt know what itโs like to feel a motherโs love!โ you shouted back, your control snapping as your emotions overwhelmed you. โYours was just a drug addict, and itโs a miracle she didnโt sell you off to feed her addiction! What makes you think my mom is worse than yours?!โ
The room fell silent for a fraction of a second.
Then Jasonโs hand struck your cheek.
The slap was hard and sudden, and you staggered slightly from the force of it. Your hand instinctively went to your stinging cheek, your mind reeling.
For a moment, you just stood there, disoriented and heartbroken. And then, without another word, you turned and ran.
You ignored Alfredโs worried calls as you sprinted up the stairs, your heart hammering in your chest, and slammed the door of your room behind you.
You removed the fluorescent green liquid from in front of the camera, not putting much thought into what it might mean down the line.
"Honestly, Iโm too tired to keep this up," you began, speaking again after taking a moment to organize your thoughts. "Not only does it feel pointless, but Iโm starting to think that doing all of this for them isnโt worth it."
A fleeting memory of Jason and the slap crossed your mind, uninvited.
You let out a long, drawn-out sigh, setting your tools and gadgets aside as a sudden need for space overwhelmed you.
For a moment, you stared at your reflection in the cameraโs lens. You saw yourselfโtired, worn outโand only you truly knew how deeply the exhaustion ran.
You wondered if any of this would ever truly be worth it. Even if your efforts bore the results you were hoping for, would it be enough to make up for the years of loneliness and pain they had caused? Would you really feel satisfied once you reached the goal you had been working so hard for? A goal no child should ever have to chase in the first place, especially if they were given even the bare minimum of care...
Then, for the first time, you saw yourself differently.
A new version of you.
One that had started to accept parts of their reality, someone who had begun to see beyond the singular focus of their goals.
Still, you wouldnโt know if your assumptions were correct until they were put to the test. A good scientist doesnโt settle for just the hypothesis, after all.
"... After today," you said softly, your voice steadier now, "I think my goals are going to start changing, no matter the outcome."
You took a long, grounding breath.
"This will be my last attempt to be a part of this family."
You had finished your projects for the night, having double-checked them over and over again to ensure everything was working as planned. You knew they were functioning perfectlyโthere was proof of that. But you told yourself that a second opinion, especially from someone with more knowledge than yours, could be really helpful.
So, your thoughts led you to Tim's room, ready to share your greatest efforts from the last six months.
After knocking on his door and getting no response, you decided to take matters into your own hands and walk in anyway. As expected, Tim was there, but he didnโt look like himself. If before he had resembled a tired raccoon, now you were certain his dark circles had dark circles of their own. Still, he seemed to be working diligently on whatever it was he was doing.
You cleared your throat to announce your presence, but he already knew you were there. The shadow he cast was too small to belong to any of the older members of the family, which meant it had to be you or Damian. And, right now, he wasnโt in the mood to deal with either of you.
"Tim, could you check something I made? I promise itโll only take a minuteโฆ" you asked, your tone a little pleading.
"I donโt have time, Y/N. Iโm working on something important," he quickly replied, not even glancing at you.
A pout formed on your face, but you decided to push. This was important too. You grabbed one of his arms, pulling gently.
"Please, it wonโt take more than five minutes. Come on, itโs really goodโ"
A loud crash interrupted you as one of your devices fell from your hands and onto Tim's desk. He snapped his head towards you, eyes flashing with anger.
"Five minutes? It'll take two," he said with a warning tone that made you feel uneasy.
Before you could react, he snatched your device from your hands without asking. To get it back would mean knocking the others to the ground, which would lead to an even worse situation because of a new formula you had created. You were stuck.
To your horror, Tim began tearing apart your tool with nothing but brute force, muttering things like, "This is useless," "Wonโt work," and, "Oh, this? Hm, it's outdated. Wonโt help."
"Tim, stop! Please!" you shouted, desperately.
But it was too late. Your months of hard workโnights of sleepless effort, searching through the shedโs garbage, and hours spent in the libraryโwere now unrecognizable. Tim finished by tossing the wreckage into a corner near the door.
"Donโt bother me with junk again, Y/N. And donโt enter my room without permission," he said, returning to his work without a second thought.
Tears streamed down your face as you ran to gather what was left of your painstaking work. You found it destroyed, barely salvageable, and you knew it could never be the same again in such a short time.
"YOUโRE EVIL!" you screamed at Tim, accusingly, before running to your room, crying.
With your vision blurred by tears, you tried to fix the mess he had left behind. Nothing ever changed for you. It was now or never for you to be part of this family. Tim was wrong if he thought something like this would break your spirit.
โIโm on my way. Is anyone in the area?โ From the dark, authoritative tone you heard, you could tell it was Batman speaking.
โSpoiler and I canโt see anyone from here.โ Though still distorted, you recognized Timโs voice. โAgent A, what do you see?โ
โThe security cameras show several of Baneโs henchmen guarding the area. Bane is at the center of it all with the new serum formula. I donโt see any signs of a potential buyer.โ
You heard Alfredโs voice more clearly, which wasnโt surprising, considering the mic was hidden in the wristwatch.
You quickly checked the few belongings you had with you at the moment. Your gadgets, a map, Dinno, and a mini-teaser youโd made yourself. You packed everything into your backpack and tightened the straps across your back.
You took a deep breath to calm your racing heart. You felt the nerves and anxiety rising, but you pushed it all to the back of your mind.
Donโt overthink it, you told yourself. You gathered your resolve and transformed your arms into a swarm of vines, wrapping them around the most obvious cameras at the mansion before swinging through the trees.
You passed the mansionโs gates and made your way to the location where your familyโs mission was going down. Every now and then, you checked the map, verifying your position while staying in the shadows.
By the time you arrived, a full-on fight had already broken out. You were surprised to see your entire family fighting and throwing punches everywhere, but your focus zeroed in on your father, who was going toe-to-toe with Bane.
You stayed on the sidelines, watching the situation unfold from a distance. You kept telling yourself everything was going to be fine this time. Your family had the upper hand, so there was nothing to worry about.
But your fears resurfaced when that balance didnโt last long. In a desperate move, Bane injected himself with his own supply, and the henchmen who werenโt unconscious followed suit.
Unlike his original formula, Baneโs muscles didnโt increase in size, but you could see how the serum spread rapidly throughout his circulatory system. His veins started to bulge beneath his skin, taking on an unnatural, fluorescent green glow.
His henchmen didnโt take long to show similar effects. And thatโs when things spiraled out of control.
Although their muscles didnโt grow visibly, like with the original serum, it was clear they were far stronger than before. To your untrained eyes, it felt like their strength could rival Supermanโs.
Your brothers, though skilled, couldnโt match the sheer number of super-powered foes Bane had on his side.
It was time to intervene, or things would get worse for your family. From the shadows, you began to entangle the henchmen who didnโt have anyone to fight.
At one point, things became a blur, and you didnโt know how to help anymore, but you still wanted to be useful.
You wrapped your vines around loose platforms, taking a few steps back to gather momentum. Fortunately, you shot yourself toward the buildingโs upper windows without issue.
You returned your arms to normal and started getting a clearer view of the situation. You noted everyoneโs positions.
Robin and Nightwing were fighting together on the buildingโs southeast side. Spoiler and Orphan were on the opposite side, too close to you (you made a mental note to be more careful and not let Cassandra spot you, at least not during the fight). Batman-B and Red Hood were on opposite corners of the building, at mid-level height.
Finally, Batman and Red Robin were at the heart of the battle, trying to take down Bane and secure the new serum supplies. The three of them were on the top floor, but just a bit lower than your position.
You began to pull out your most sophisticated gadget from your bag: a spore bomb, still alive. It wasnโt lethal, but it had the ability to knock someone out for days, depending on your mood.
These spores were specialโ they werenโt made from any particular plant, but from you. That gave you the ability to control their use however you wanted.
You placed the box containing them high up on a pillar where it wouldnโt be easily reached.
Ploc.
You froze when you heard an odd sound. You went silent, instinctively holding your breath, trying to listen for any similar noises.
Ploc.
You whipped your head around in an instant. This time, it came from the opposite side.
You began preparing your spikes.
Squinting, you tried to make out what was hiding in the darkness. You were sure that if you focused hard enough, you could spot a blurry silhouetteโฆ
Suddenly, it vanished.
โWhat-?โ
Without warning, hands grabbed you from behind. A much larger, male arm wrapped around your body, and another hand covered your mouth, silencing you.
You struggled and fought, but the stranger didnโt flinch. With no other option, your spikes shot out from your back, piercing the intruder.
You spun around to face your attacker, but you were shocked to find him completely dressed in black, most of his head covered, leaving only his eyes exposed.
The next moments happened too fast for you to process. You were about to scream for help or alert everyone about this new presence, but before you could open your mouthโฆ
You watched in horror as your right arm was severed from your body, completely detached.
Your vision fixated on your severed limb, not noticing a second figure removing their weapon to replace it.
Blood started pouring from your arm. You wanted to scream, to cry, but your cries were drowned out by the explosion of a bomb going off nearby, shaking the surroundings.
The last thing you remember was someone picking you up in their arms and carrying you away before everything went black.
The fight had gotten worse since Bane injected himself with his new serum. Red Robin was starting to wear down, and heโd never admit it, but even Batman was beginning to feel the strain.
He quickly scanned the area. It was reassuring to see that most of his family was finishing up their tasks, mostly safe and sound.
He had a feeling the fight wouldnโt last much longer.
But there were still a lot of loose ends to tie up. They still didnโt know who Baneโs mysterious buyer was. And they had no idea how heโd managed to improve the serumโs components in such a short amount of time.
Batman could already see a lot of long nights ahead, trying to figure out the mysteries of this case.
But something unusual caught his attention out of the corner of his eye. A black silhouette, but one too small to be an adult, or even a teenager.
Robin? No, he was with Nightwing right now. And his other kids were in his line of sight, so then whoโฆ?
โBatman!โ Red Robinโs panicked tone snapped him back to reality.
And then he understood why. Bane had ingested nearly all of his new formula, and he kept ranting that he didnโt care anymore, that he was taking the Bat to the grave with him.
Batman and Red Robin took a few steps back from him, anticipating the effects of such an unstable serum.
Under Batmanโs watchful eye, Bane couldnโt even take his first step before his face twisted into an expression of confusion, followed by one of intense pain.
A gut-wrenching scream echoed through the warehouse, and Batman watched as the serum began to take its toll. Suddenly, Baneโs muscles became too much for his skin to handle, and it began to tear apart like a doll being pulled in two by wild wolves.
Before he could recover from the grotesque sight, an explosion rocked the area, blowing apart one of the buildingโs pillars. Soon, the entire structure started collapsing.
A piece of the ceiling detached, and Batmanโs heart raced as he realized it was about to crash onto the stunned Red Robin. With all his strength, he pushed his son out of the way, but in doing so, he ended up trapped beneath the debris.
โBatman!โ Red Robin yelled in alarm, rushing to help immediately. He strained to move the largest pieces of rubble off his fatherโs body, and Batman tried to help, but his limbs were completely immobile, except for the arm he had used to push Tim.
Batman snapped out of his shock and started looking beyond his position, desperately searching for the rest of his children.
His breath returned when he spotted most of them struggling to get out of the building, some lifting unconscious bodies between two people. Among those helping, he was shocked to see Talia lending a hand.
But his relief was short-lived when he heard a second bomb go off, and this time, it was much worse than the first. The building and debris were sent flying, engulfed in flames.
Time seemed to slow down for him. As if everything had been perfectly choreographed for a movie.
He didnโt have time to warn them about the incoming debris, coming at a breakneck speed, dangerously closeโ
Boom!
โTim!โ
Bruce Wayne, not Batman, let out a heart-wrenching scream as his sonโs blood splattered across his face. Where Red Robinโs left eye should have been, there was now a gaping hole that passed all the way through his head.
Batman tried to get out with all his strength, but despite the desperation and adrenaline coursing through his body, he couldnโt free himself from the debris that trapped him.
Through the smoke and rubble, he spotted a bottle with a greenish, opaque liquid, but he didnโt pay much attention to it. Without a second thought, he drank every last drop of the concoction.
The effects were immediate. He felt rejuvenated, his strength increasing like never before. With speed that even Flash would envy, he freed himself from the debris and scooped his unconscious son into his arms, carrying him out of the wreckage.
He was going to be fine. Tim was going to be fine. Heโs just unconscious from the pain. Itโs okay, itโs okay. Heโll recover. Heโs definitely not dead.
Your mind still ached and spun as you regained consciousness. The first thing you noticed was the unbearable pain in your right arm, or more accurately, the absence of it, and you couldnโt stop the tears from streaming down your face.
You pressed hard against the wound, as if that could ease the pain.
The second thing you noticed was the overwhelming smell of burning, of something being set on fire. That was undoubtedly what made you dizzy, or maybe it was the blood loss?
Perhaps it was both.
And the third thing that caught your attention was realizing the entire building was engulfed in flames, down to its very foundation.
Your last thought was: My family.
Struggling, you got up as best as you could, completely ignoring how youโd ended up there in the first place, or the loss of your left eye.
You began searching the area for your family, but all you found were the lifeless bodies of Bane's goons scattered about.
Finally, you heard sounds resembling sobbing, and you moved toward them, getting closer until you found a narrow alley lit only by distant flames.
There they wereโyour family, all gathered and staring at one point in unison. You glanced around for a moment, making sure they werenโt paying attention to the burning building, the goons fleeing, or anything else.
On the other hand, you found your backpack lying a few feet away from you, covered in dirt and debris, but without thinking much about it, you opened it to check its contents.
You were relieved to find Dino still inside, along with most of your thingsโandโ
"My bomb...?" You were strangely puzzled to find your device there. You took it out of your bag and exposed it to the light, confirming that it was indeed the same one youโd placed on the buildingโs pillar not long ago (or was it hours ago?).
But you didnโt realize your words had caught the attention of most of the people there. Especially Batman.
Your nerves began to tingle when the great bat started walking toward you, and not in a friendly manner...
โDad...?โ you murmured, confused, unaware that you werenโt supposed to know his secret...
โWhat did you do?โ he asked in a tone that suggested he was holding back a fury greater than the surprise of seeing you here.
You didnโt know how to respond. Something told you he wasnโt referring to the tied-up goons or anything like that... So, what was he referring to?
When you sought your siblingsโ gazes for help, you understood the gravity of the situation.
โTim...?โ
Why was part of Timโs face missing? Why was he unconscious? Why were your siblings crying?!
A quick glance revealed that your father was also crying beneath his mask.
Your breath quickened. He couldnโt... Tim couldnโt...
Did you do this?
Your mind was too chaotic to tell if your father had asked the question or if it was just your thoughts.
You took a few steps toward Timโhe couldnโt... His pulse... If you could just check his pulse then...
Suddenly, you were thrown across the alley, crashing into the rubble.
โStay away from him!โ Stephanie growled, the one who had thrown you.
At that moment, you realized the stares your family was giving youโsome more severe than others, but none showing any sign of giving you the benefit of the doubt.
What if you had really done it?
Had you killed another one of your brothers? Again?
But...?
โWhat were you doing here?โ Nightwing asked.
You wanted to help, you wanted to answer, but the words never left your thoughts.
You were still worried about Tim, about the recent events, and your nerves were a swarm of every emotion you felt. Looking again at Timโs colorless body, you began to shake, stuttering over your words, unable to murmur anything coherent.
The stares grew more severe, even angry, like with Steph and Dick...
You began crying uncontrollably.
โI wonโt ask again. What did you do?!โ Batman warned, grinding his teeth as he walked toward you, grabbing the collar of your shirt.
You wanted to explain everything. The bomb was made of spores, which were flammable, and it hadnโt been activated... Your other things hadnโt been used, or thatโs what you wanted to believe, but even if they were, none of them were lethal to anyoneโs life.
But how could you make your nervous system understand that if you didnโt respond correctly, theyโd do something worse to you than to Tim? How could you make yourself calm down before they got the wrong idea?
Too late.
โThe bomb... I... No... Not activated... I donโt know...โ Your anxiety grew, and your heart beat so fast you thought it might stop at any moment.
Batman slammed you against the wall and squeezed your neck, cutting off your air. You were sure he was going to kill you.
You kicked and struggled against his hold, scratching at his hands and arms with your one remaining arm.
Your mind could only think of how sorry you were for wanting to help them. If only you hadnโt gotten involved, if you hadnโt met your family, if that night you had begged your mom to take you with her...
โYou know I love you, right?โ
The sweet memory of her only served to rub salt in the wound. Even if you were still being used and mutilated for their experiments, youโd be happy to endure it if it meant staying by her side, congratulating you, hugging you, whispering false words in your ear. Even if they were all lies meant to use you, youโd be happy to deceive yourself with that conditioned love.
But you didnโt have that anymore. You didnโt even have thatโthose empty promises of love and affection. Since you arrived at the mansion, you had nothing left.
You wanted to go back to your mom. You wanted to...
โMom... Mom...!โ You sobbed harder, calling out for your mother, naรฏvely thinking she would come to your rescue. โI want my mom...โ
Batman tightened his grip on you.
โDo you work for her?! For Ivy?!โ
You pressed your lips together and remained silent. Batman realized you werenโt going to answer anything else, and, releasing you, he left you on the floor.
You coughed and began to catch your breath, but you couldnโt sit up.
You heard your fatherโs steps, along with your siblingsโ, all heading in the same direction, leaving you behind.
In a final attempt, you grabbed Robinโs hand, holding him for a moment.
โDamian...โ You whispered, and the sound was exactly what it was: a desperate plea.
But Robin harshly pulled his hand from yours and shook his head, then followed Batman.
You curled into a ball in your spot, among the rubble and fire.
It didnโt matter. Your efforts, your sleepless nights, your hopes, your patience, your perseveranceโnone of it changed anything. It only got worse. You werenโt sure, but you could bet that you no longer had a home to go back to starting today.
Your confused body no longer had any tears to shed or strength to rise. In your few remaining thoughts, you laughed at the comparison between the end of your life with your mother and the end with your father. Both situations leaving you discarded amidst fire and smoke.
Even these small moments with the distant fire were warmer than your entire stay in that mansion. Your mind briefly thought of Alfred, but you immediately dismissed it. Surely, once your family told him what happened, he would hate you for killing Tim.
But now, what came next...?
What were you supposed to do at this moment? You had no home, no parents, no siblings, no food, nothing. You had nothing left. Not even the will to go on.
Your mom hated you. Your family hated you. At school, they hated you. And you were sure it wouldnโt be long before the news outlets made the entire city hate you too.
Well, at least I tried... You thought, resigned.
Maybe... Maybe the world left you in this situation, along with the flames of the fire, as a sign. Maybe it wanted you to end up here to have the same fate as your brothers...
Your feet began to move on their own, getting closer to the heart of the fire.
Just a little more, and all of this would end... Just...
โThat was quite an intense scene back there, donโt you think?โ
You tried to ignore your new visitor. Youโd had enough of everything your whole life. You didnโt want to worry about anything, or think about anything, you just wanted to die and sleep.
You ignored his words and got closer to the fire.
But the stranger dared to place a hand on your shoulder, and all your repressed emotions erupted into a furious attack. Huge roots, like those of an ancient tree, shook the ground and shot toward your visitor, sending you both several meters apart.
But the sheer magnitude of your attack was enough to snap you out of your trance.
โI... I...โ You looked at the stranger, confused, not knowing how to start talking or apologizing...
But the stranger wasnโt bothered in the slightest by your attempted attack. In fact, the way he evaluated you reminded you a little of your father, Batman, but even calmer.
โYou have great potential, little one. Why waste it? Why throw it all away for people who treated you unfairly?โ
Unfairly...? He...?
โIโve been here all along. I know you didnโt do anything wrong, little one. You just wanted to help your family, right? Most parents would be proud of a child like that, even I would beโฆโ
You were innocent. You were innocent, and he knew it.
You didnโt kill Tim... You didnโt...
โBut he didnโt want to listen to you. If you asked me, Iโd even say that he didnโt let you explain yourself, deliberately trying to get rid of youโฆโ
โIโฆโ When did he get so close?
โI can offer you a home, training to control your powers. Above all, I can offer you a family.โ
Familyโฆ? That was all you wanted. What difference did it make? You had nothing left to lose.
The man lifted you into his arms and cradled you with a tenderness you hadnโt felt in a long time. You couldโve cried from how good it felt at that moment.
โMy name is Raโs al Ghul, little one. And you?โ
โฟโ โธบ N/A โฆ It seems there was a confusion with the translation at one point, so I had to redo a big part of the story, which delayed me by one more dayโฆ Anyway, I hope the wait was worth it, I had some difficulties creating this chapter. Initially, all the parts were going to be in a single chapter, but that would have meant not adding several important scenes to the plot or making an enormous chapter to reach this point. Can you imagine?
โฟโ โธบ N/A โฆ Anyway. Regarding the ask box, it's closed for now because I'm writing the rules for sending messages. Also, because most of you asked for a common scenario (really, more than 20 people), I'm working on that too, and it will be the last scenario I write until I finish the Unfair series.
โฟโ โธบ N/A โฆ Maybe I'll be inactive for a while after this. The past three weeks have been completely packed with responsibilities and commitments from every direction. Right now, I'm in a different city, far from home, in the capital of my country, kind of like the New York of the USA. The people here are super frantic, it's crazy.
โฟโ โธบ N/A โฆ As a heads up, in case anyone hasn't seen it yet, I've been updating the Masterlist on my profile, and I've added the synopses of new projects. Maybe after this, I'll keep adding more and start creating schedules to update you on my new stories.
โฟโ โธบ N/A โฆ By the way, I forgot to mention in the previous chapter that Iโve already exceeded the number of people I can tag. Iโm really sorry to everyone who wanted to be on the list, but even by reblogging my post and tagging others, I wonโt be able to tag everyone :(. However, you can follow me, and youโll get a notification on your feed when I post a new chapter or something!
โฟโ โธบ N/A โฆ Anyway, I don't have much more to say. If you want fresh updates on what I'm working on, or how the chapter process is going while I'm making them, you can follow me on Instagram, which is in my bio!
โฟโ โธบ N/A โฆ To finish, Iโd like to thank everyone who commented, liked, or reblogged the previous chapter. I read each and every one of them! Thank you so much for all your love! โค๏ธ.
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Widows rest
My take on a Black widow! Reader x Batman and Batfam but with a slight twist, reader doesn't know the Bats but they seem to know them...
Warning: contains avengers infinity war spoilers, black widow spoilers, mentions of death, hospitals, poor writing, possible ooc,
Chapter 3: An apple a day..
You're frustrated, your limbs shake and you struggle to even hold a plastic spoon without dropping it, you've been injured and bed bound countless times sure, but this feels like the most helpless you've ever been. You feel like a toddler, limbs weak and twitching and the medicine they've got you on doesn't help at all, nausea and brain fog feel like close friends at this point. Every time the door to your room opens you wonder if it's gonna be your teammates, telling you this was all a misunderstanding, you'd almost accept a sick prank if it meant you weren't going insane in this tiny linoleum floored room by your lonesome.
The staff's not very careful with their medical equipment, you note. Even with your shaky hands you've managed to snag a syringe and a bit of tubing and hidden it under your mattress, it's hardly anything, but a weapons a weapon. it gives you a tiny piece of confidence in this situation, maybe you'll be able to take someone out if worse comes to worse.
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The doctor's back, Doing his final sweep before his shifts over according to him, you don't trust has word though since you've heard the nurses complaining about doing too much per shift. Why is he focused on you? At the moment he's prepping another dose of Thiamine across the room, the though of him injecting anything into your IV sets you on edge in the worst of ways, but you force yourself to smile at him and look relaxed, your fists clench underneath the blanket to stop yourself from going for the syringe when he approaches. He's too cheery, too comfortable in your presence, even your co-workers aren't so calm with you, stark doesn't turn his back to you, rogers watches you too often, that's your normal, compared to the situation you're in now youโd take it over this borderline creepy behavior.
โYour scans are already looking better, mx Wayne. When you were first brought in I wasn't sure what to expect but your recovery is looking perfect at this stage.โ the doctor remarks casually, disposing of the syringe after dosing you.
You sharply glance over, what did you look like when you first came in? Something related to the fall? โWhat caused my injuries?โ
He opens his mouth to answer, looking at you with a serious expression on his face when something loud bangs outside the door -
โWait you have to sign in!โ You hear out in the rest of the facility, one of the nurses sounding frantic. Your heart rate jumps and your hand curls around the syringe just as the door to your room slams open. It's the mystery husband Mr Wayne.
His suit is slightly rumpled, dark circles under his eyes and hair unkempt like he'd ran his hand through it, a far cry from the polished man in the photo you were shown. The way he looks at you makes your skin crawl. there's too much raw emotion there, too much familiarity that you don't share. You keep your face carefully neutral as he approaches, your fingers twitching around the syringe beneath the thin hospital blanket.
โGod, look at youโฆโ
He doesn't hesitate to cup your face as soon as he reaches you, he breathes your name with such aching reverence and familiarity you'd think it was a prayer. eyes searching yours as his thumbs tenderly rub against your cool cheeks, it takes a surprising amount of restraint to hold still, let the man examine you like a chipped teacup. He let's out a shaky breath and his whole body justโฆsags, you don't like the way he subconsciously leans in, it's too real, the body language too genuine. You're tense enough to hurt.
โMr Wayne, if I could have a moment.โ The doctor speaks hesitantly from nearby, pulling attention to him and the hands pull from your face. You resist a sigh of relief as the stranger pulls back, your hand slowly releasing the syringe and tucking it back under the thin mattress.
Wayne straightens up, a just too thin smile stretches his face and he puts his right hand in his pocket, interesting, hiding irritation? You analyze every inch of him as soon as he looks away, you need more information then you have, Your hands clench under the blankets in veiled frustration.
Their conversation is hushed, no doubt you're the main topic of discussion, their body language is mixed, โMr Wayneโ shows agitation, shifting weight, tense hands in his pockets, head keeps turning to glance at you. The doctor is deferring to him, head slightly lowered and palms up as he speaks, Who is this Wayne man?
After hearing words like โamnesiaโ and โhead traumaโ a few times you realize he wasn't informed by the doctors, unless this is all an act for you. Trying to convince you of what though? You don't know what they're playing at yet but you're going to find out, it's what you're best at after all.
The man returns to your bedside and carefully sits, thankfully keeping his hands to himself this time as he examines you, you've got things to figure out so you put on an expression of lost, body language conveying uncertainty and tiredness you don't have to fake that part though.
โnice to meet my partner,โ you give an uncertain smile, voice drained and small, you're carefully watching him and he seems to be eating it up
โIt'sโฆnice to see you, meet youโฆ. I'm - how are you feeling?โ
You smile cluelessly at him, though internally you're cringing at the syrupy awkwardness dripping from his lips. He's attached to you and you don't know anything about him.
โtired, nauseous.โ You pull the appropriate expression at that. โI'mโฆ. Confused, I don't even knowโฆanything. How old i am, what city I live in. We're married?โ You look at him dazedly, fishing for information as you twist in your hospital bed to face him better.
โYeah, yeah we're marriedโฆwe have a family, pets, vacation home in Barcelona. Do you remember any of the kids?โ He sounds like he's choking on the words, his voice catching a he studies you. His eyes darting to the side of your head from time to time.
โno, kids plural?โ Your brows raise, Rugrats, you? No fucking way.
โYeah, a lot of kidsโฆโ he shakily pulls his phone out, his lock screen is a picture of the two of you, what the hell? He starts showing you pictures of the kids and telling you their names. None of them look like you, you question him about that and he chuckles quietly to himself.
โWell, they're not mine either for your information. Except for Damian that is, he's mineโฆ. Happened before we were married.โ He elaborates quickly, clearly thinking you'd get upset. โWe're adoptees.โ
You're silent as you take in all that information, white picket fence marriage with a gaggle of adopted children? What is this a Hallmark movie? Sickening. You lay your head against the pillow and gesture towards him when you notice his eyes on you, asking to look through the phone like you're interested in seeing the kids. You're good at acting at the very least.
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After Bruce was kicked out of the hospital he makes a call and slowly trudged through the halls and doors until he found himself in the parking garage climbing into his car. He plugs his phone in and calls Alfred while he starts to pull out of the hospital parking.
โMaster Bruce, how was it? Were they coherent? I heard they wereโฆโ
The older man's voice echoes from the dash after the Bluetooth connects, he sounds professional as always but Bruce can tell he's hesitant.
โThey're amnesiac, yeah. They don't know who they are, who I am.โ Bruce's hands clench around the steering wheel.
โIโฆI am sorry to hear that, my boy. I had hoped that the information was a flukeโฆโ even without seeing him Bruce can tell the older man's disappointed, he can almost picture him slumping against a counter or wall.
โAlfred they'reโฆโ his voice trails, sounding offput.
โYes?โ Alfred's voice perks up again, no doubt hoping for something better to discuss.
โโฆthey were studying me, not like they were confused. Alfred, no they were reading me.โ Bruce's eyes remain in the road even though he's alone in the car.
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A/n: hope the dialogue isn't too cringe, I'm new at this! Hope you guys enjoyed the chapter regardless โบ๏ธ
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Remember that one comic that showed Batmanโs peen. Also some did the calculations, apparently Bruce is possibly 7 inches or so?
AND THIS WAS FLACCID. IT GETS BIGGER. YASS GOD BOOMSHACKALACKA
๐๐๐๐๐พ๐ธ ๐ฟ๐๐๐ - Part 3 (Fujin x Tsung! Reader)
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Summary: After her last fight with her father, (Y/n) has been plagued with paranoia that something else bad will happen. This would prove right, as, like what happened with Kitana and Mileena, his father had an ulterior motive to replace her.
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"You dare return to me without (Y/n)?!?!"
Shang Tsung had been reluctant to return to Shao Kahn at all, given he couldn't carry out his exact orders of bringing his own daughter back to Outworld. Though, he wouldn't have returned at all had he not had an alternative to offer the emperor.
"You are a disgrace sorcerer!! I'll have you executed-"
"With all due respect, emperor," Shang Tsung cut the angry man off, holding a halting hand up in front of himself, "I did not return empty handed."
Intrigued, Shao Kahn allowed himself to calm down, as he waited patiently for Shang to continue.
"While I was not able to obtain (Y/n), I was able to create something...much more powerful."
Shang Tsung turned to his side, as though he was signalling for someone to come forward.
From the shadows, emerged someone. They didn't just walk out of the shadows, it seemed that they were a part of the shadows - like they wielded them. They made themself known, their figure and face reminiscent of (Y/n) though their skin was much paler, and was covered in ancient symbols.
They approached Shang Tsung, and he placed a hand on their shoulder, once again turning toward Shao Kahn with an evil smirk plastered to his lips.
"Emperor, this is my daughter," he introduced her. "Her name is Kexin Tsung."
The lady bowed in his presence, graceful and delicate, though anyone could sense the malicious intent which emanated off of her.
Shao Kahn's eyes narrowed as he observed the figure before him. There was an unsettling aura that surrounded Kexin Tsung, a sense of darkness and power that both intrigued and disturbed the emperor.
"Interesting," Shao Kahn mused, his voice laced with curiosity. "So, this is your creation, Shang Tsung? A twisted reflection of your daughter?"
Shang Tsung nodded, revelling in the attention he garnered from the emperor.
"Indeed, Emperor. Kexin possesses great potential, far surpassing that of her original counterpart. She is a vessel of dark magic and ancient knowledge, moulded to serve your ambitions. She has been spliced with that of an Oni."
Kexin remained silent, her gaze fixed upon Shao Kahn. Her eyes, a haunting shade of crimson, bore into his soul, as if she could see through his faรงade and into the depths of his darkest desires. She exuded an air of both obedience and dangerous independence, making her intentions difficult to discern.
Shao Kahn contemplated their proposition, weighing the potential benefits and risks of accepting Kexin into his ranks. The allure of possessing such a powerful and malleable force was enticing, yet he could not shake off the underlying unease that gripped him.
Though, given how successful of a creation his own daughter, Mileena had been, he felt less reluctant to turn this away.
"Very well, Shang Tsung," Shao Kahn finally spoke, his deep voice resonating throughout the chamber. "If this creation of yours possesses even a fraction of the power you claim, then she shall be welcomed into my ranks. Serve me faithfully, Kexin Tsung, and you shall be rewarded."
Kexin's lips curled into a sly smile, revealing a glimmer of satisfaction.
"I am yours to command, Emperor," Kexin responded, her voice carrying a chilling confidence. "I shall prove my loyalty and fulfil your desires."
Shao Kahn felt his own sense of satisfaction wash over him, and he allowed a flicker of a smirk come to his lips before a more pressing matter made itself evident in his mind.
"(Y/n) is still out there, and now that she has allied with our enemies, she poses a great threat to my throne," he began, taking a seat back on the throne he spoke of. "You wish to prove your loyalty to me?"
"Bring me her head."
-
Ever since her encounter with her father and his allies, (Y/n) had been on edge constantly. There wasn't a moment where she felt at peace any more, not a moment where she didn't let her guard down, even if only to eat or sleep.
Something told her that that wouldn't be the last time she saw him, as much as it seemed like that - and as much as she hoped that was the case. But she couldn't help but think on her very last moment with him, when he brushed past her hair.
It was such a nothing movement, yet...something within her told her that that moment alone would be the catalyst for something much bigger.
This was what had brought her back around to punching trees again, like she had before the tournament, before she even met Fujin. It was strangely comforting to her, to punch a tree until her hands were bleeding, until she was too tired to keep going. Even if it was a physically self-destructive training method, she would still do it - she didn't know what else to do.
The physical pain she inflicted upon herself seemed insignificant compared to the emotional turmoil she carried. It was a way to ground herself, to feel something tangible amidst the chaos that threatened to consume her. The repetitive motion and the throbbing ache in her hands provided a temporary distraction from the weight of her father's actions and the uncertainty of what lay ahead.
But even as (Y/n) unleashed her fury on the innocent trees, her mind couldn't escape the memories of her last encounter with her father. The way he brushed past her hair, a seemingly inconsequential gesture, now echoed with hidden meaning. It was a puzzle piece she couldn't quite fit into the larger picture, yet she knew it held significance.
She paused for a moment, her rapid breaths mingling with the rustling of leaves, as a gust of wind caressed her face. The breeze carried a faint whisper, as if the very essence of the forest sought to console her.
But it wouldn't work. Not this time, not today.
Taking a few steps back, she brushed some of the bark off of her bloody fist, and took fighting stance once more. She riled her fist up, ready to strike the tree once more. And as she ran at the tree, she let out an animalistic cry, and braced for the impact she would make with the tree.
Though it wouldn't come, as instead, her fist would land in someone's open hand. Fujin's hand. He looked unimpressed. Even when he had appeared out of nowhere, (Y/n) was unsurprised at his sudden appearance.
"You're going to break your hand," he warned her, his hold on her fist tight though he was careful of her wounds.
Feeling the resistance of Fujin's hand against her clenched fist, (Y/n) halted her forward momentum, her eyes narrowing as she met his gaze. The intensity of her frustration and anger still burned within her, but she recognized the concern in Fujin's eyes, the genuine care he held for her well-being.
"And what if I do?" she retorted, her voice laced with a mix of defiance and weariness. "What does it matter? A broken hand doesn't compare to any mental anguish within me."
"Your pain matters, (Y/n), both physical and emotional. But self-destruction won't lead you to the answers you seek. It will only perpetuate the cycle of suffering."
His words hung in the air, and (Y/n) found herself torn between her instinct to fight and the need to find a healthier path forward. The turmoil within her was palpable, visible in the way her shoulders slumped and her gaze wavered.
(Y/n) tore her bloody hand away from Fujin's, spinning around abruptly and stumbling over to the trunk of another tree. She dropped down, sitting against it, as she threaded her hands in her hair, holding her head as she sighed and allowed herself to breathe.
Fujin watched (Y/n) with a mix of understanding and concern. He knew that forcing her to change her mindset would be futile, for healing required time and personal realization. Instead, he took a step closer and sat down beside her, offering a supportive presence without intruding on her space.
Silence settled between them, the only sounds being the rustling leaves and (Y/n)'s ragged breaths. Fujin knew that the weight of her emotions was suffocating, threatening to drown her. But he also knew that she was resilient, and could overcome this and anything like it. He just wish that she knew that.
"I've seen the strength within you, (Y/n)," Fujin spoke softly, his voice carrying a comforting warmth. "You possess a resilience that is rare. I know it feels overwhelming right now, but I believe in your ability to overcome this darkness. You are a fine warrior."
He wrapped a gentle arm around her, and drew her in closer to him.
"You are my warrior."
(Y/n) instinctively leaned into him, finding solace in the warmth of his bigger body as she allowed her head to rest against him, taking in his scent as she always did when she was close to him. Fujin felt a sense of relief wash over him when she seemed to give in, even if only for the night. The way her body relaxed against him would always be a satisfying sight, though he knew they couldn't stay out there for much longer when the light was disappearing as quickly as it was.
"Won't you come inside with me, my feather?" Fujin asked, leaning back so he could look at her face properly. "It's getting dark. I'll fix up your hands and we'll make some dinner, alright?"
(Y/n) looked up at Fujin, her gaze meeting his as a faint smile played on her lips. She nodded in agreement, grateful for his care and concerned about the fading light. The thought of tending to her wounded hands and sharing a meal with him sounded comforting, a small respite from the turmoil that had consumed her.
With gentle movements, they disentangled themselves from each other's embrace and stood up. Fujin reached out a hand, offering it to (Y/n), and she took it without hesitation. They walked side by side, their fingers interlaced, as they made their way back through the forest toward the Sky Temple.
Inside, the soft glow of candlelight illuminated the cosy living space. The scent of incense lingered in the air, creating a serene atmosphere. She had began to find a comforting familiarity whenever she entered the temple, like the one she had felt a while ago when she lived with her father.
Fujin guided her to a comfortable seat, his movements gentle as he retrieved the supplies he would need to tend to his lover's battered hands, a basin of warm water, a towel and some bandages.
Sitting beside (Y/n), Fujin placed the basin of warm water in front of them, its soothing steam rising into the air. He unfolded the towel and carefully dipped it into the water, wringing it out before tenderly placing it over (Y/n)'s injured hands.
The warmth of the water enveloped her hands, easing the ache and tenderness she had ignored during her furious training. The sensation provided a stark contrast to the pain she had been inflicting upon herself, and she closed her eyes, allowing herself to fully immerse in the healing process.
Fujin's touch was gentle as he held her hands, his fingers caressing the edges of her wounds with utmost care. His eyes were filled with unwavering focus, ensuring that every gesture was delicate and precise. It was a testament to his dedication to her well-being.
In the midst of the silence, the only sound that filled the room was the gentle trickle of water droplets as Fujin carefully rinsed away the dried blood. (Y/n) watched him work, captivated by the tenderness in his touch and the unwavering love she saw reflected in his eyes.
As Fujin finished tending to her wounds, he reached for the bandages, gently wrapping them around her hands with meticulous care. With each turn, he secured the bandages in place, ensuring both support and protection for her healing injuries.
"These bandages will serve as a reminder," Fujin said, his voice holding a quiet reassurance. "A reminder of your resilience and the battles you have faced. They will bear witness to your strength and serve as a symbol of your indomitable spirit."
(Y/n) nodded, her hands cradled in Fujin's as she gazed down at the bandaged wounds. The pain had subsided, replaced by a subtle throbbing sensation that served as a reminder of her journey. Her scars, both physical and emotional, were not a sign of weakness, but of her survival so far in this harsh, cruel world.
Standing up, Fujin extended a hand toward (Y/n), inviting her to rise with him.
"Now, how about that meal, then?"
-
The night was beginning to settle, and with that, as were (Y/n) and Fujin.
While (Y/n) sat at the vanity in their room, brushing her hair with the light of a candle by her to guide her in the dark, Fujin prepared for bed by changing clothes - he fancied a pair of loose fitting pants for bed, and nothing else.
As she watched his reflection in the mirror, she couldn't help but admire him as she always did. His toned figured, his glowing tattoos, his long hair which reached past his waist. He was simply too much.
His presence was magnetic, and even in the dim light, he seemed to emit an ethereal glow. His tranquil demeanour and unwavering strength never failed to captivate her.
Putting the brush down, she turned her body to face him fully, her eyes tracing the lines of his figure as he moved gracefully. The way he effortlessly exuded confidence and poise was both mesmerizing and intimidating. It was as if he had mastered the art of being both gentle and formidable at the same time.
"You're quite the sight, Fujin," (Y/n) murmured, her voice filled with admiration. "Sometimes it's hard to believe that someone like you exists."
Fujin met her gaze, a soft smile playing on his lips.
"And yet, here I stand," he replied, his voice carrying a hint of playfulness. "Although, you're not one to talk now, are you?"
Fujin's playful response elicited a playful grin from (Y/n), adding a spark of light-heartedness to the room.
"Sit on the bed, you," she told him, picking her hairbrush up once again and standing up herself, "I want to brush your hair."
Fujin chuckled at (Y/n)'s request, pleasantly surprised by her suggestion. He walked over to the bed and sat down. The anticipation gleamed in (Y/n)'s eyes as she joined him, settling behind him with the hairbrush in her hand.
First, she began undoing his long braid, pulling the silver rings out of his hair and unfolding each wrap which his hair was in, admiring the way his hair had formed waves from the way it had been.
Then carefully, she began running the brush through his long, flowing hair, her touch gentle and soothing. Each stroke sent a comforting sensation through Fujin, as if the tensions of the day were being eased away. He closed his eyes, revelling in the intimate moment they shared.
As (Y/n) continued to brush his hair, her fingers occasionally grazing against his scalp, she found herself lost in the rhythmic motion. It was an act of tenderness, a gesture of trust and intimacy that went beyond words. The room was filled with a serene silence, broken only by the faint sound of the brush gliding through his silky strands.
"You have the most beautiful hair," (Y/n) whispered, her voice filled with genuine admiration. "It's so soft and lustrous. Taking care of it must be a ritual in itself."
Fujin hummed in response, a contented smile gracing his lips.
"Indeed, it is," he replied, his voice carrying a hint of tranquillity. "Taking care of oneself is a form of self-respect and self-care. It allows us to reconnect with our inner selves and find balance in our lives."
(Y/n) nodded in agreement, her fingers delicately combing through a tangle.
"It's fascinating how something as simple as brushing hair can be so soothing," she mused. "It's like a meditation, a way to be fully present in the moment."
Fujin tilted his head slightly, appreciating her insight.
"You have a remarkable ability to find beauty and meaning in the simplest of things," he remarked, his voice filled with admiration. "It's one of the many qualities I adore about you."
The room was engulfed in a tranquil atmosphere as they continued their quiet exchange. The brush moved through Fujin's hair, each stroke a symbol of their connection, their trust, and their deep affection for one another. Time seemed to stand still, as if the outside world had ceased to exist, and all that mattered was this intimate act of love and care.
As all of the knots and imperfections were removed from his hair, (Y/n) ran her fingers through his silky white strands, a smile of satisfaction plastered to her lips as she set her brush down.
"Would you like me to braid it again for you?" she asked, readjusting the way she sat behind him. "If you wouldn't mind," he nodded. "I'd hate for it to get tangled again when you spent so much time brushing it just now."
(Y/n) nodded with a warm smile, her fingers gently separating his hair into sections as she prepared to braid it once more. She enjoyed this intimate ritual, knowing that it brought them closer together and allowed them to share a moment of tranquillity before they retired for the night.
Carefully, she intertwined the strands, her hands moving with practiced ease. The rhythmic motion of her fingers weaving through his hair became a comforting melody, soothing both of their souls. As the braid took shape, it seemed to symbolize their connection, an unbreakable bond that wove their lives together.
Fujin leaned back, feeling the gentle tug on his hair as (Y/n) secured the braid. The sensation brought a sense of peace and contentment, knowing that she was there, taking care of him in the most tender way.
"There we go," she whispered softly, her voice carrying a sense of satisfaction. "A perfect braid, just for you."
Fujin turned his head slightly to catch a glimpse of his reflection in the mirror, admiring the neat braid that (Y/n) had skilfully crafted. The braid lay elegantly against his back, a testament to her care and attention to detail.
"Thank you," he murmured, his voice filled with gratitude. "You always take such good care of me." "Of course I do," she giggled, tenderly wrapping her arms around his neck from behind as she pressed her nose into the side of his neck. "Why wouldn't I? When you take such good care of me."
Fujin leaned into her embrace, his heart swelling with warmth and love. He savored the feeling of her arms around him, her gentle presence enveloping him like a soothing embrace.
"It's a privilege to care for you," he whispered, his voice filled with sincerity. "You bring so much light and joy into my life, and I want nothing more than to reciprocate that love and care."
He turned his head slightly, capturing her lips in a tender kiss. Their connection deepened in that moment, their love expressed through the softness of their touch. They sat there, wrapped in each other's arms, basking in the serenity and comfort of their love.
As they broke the kiss, their foreheads touched, their eyes locked in an intimate gaze. In that moment, words seemed unnecessary, as their love flowed between them, unspoken yet understood. They revelled in the tranquillity of their shared affection, knowing that in each other's arms, they had found their home.
-
It wasn't unusual that (Y/n) would find herself training with Fujin and Raiden, even when her skill had significantly improved over the course of the while she had known them and lived with them. It was important that she kept on top of her training and that she didn't let herself get sloppy in kombat, especially when she used to be such a reckless brute.
So there they all were, in the courtyard of the Sky Temple, Fujin watching intently as Raiden and (Y/n) sparred. The sound of their clashes echoed through the training grounds, filling the air with a mixture of determination and intensity.
Raiden's lightning surged forth, crackling with power as he unleashed a barrage of strikes, each one aimed with precision. (Y/n) expertly dodged and parried, her movements fluid and agile. She had come a long way since their first training sessions, her dedication and hard work evident in her improved kombat skills.
As they continued to spar, Fujin's gaze shifted between the two warriors, analysing their techniques and reactions. He observed the intricate dance of offense and defence, each fighter pushing themselves to their limits. The training session was not just about physical strength, but also mental fortitude and tactical decision-making.
(Y/n) had learned to harness her power and strike with purpose. No longer driven solely by raw strength, she had honed her combat instincts and adapted her style to become a more versatile fighter. Her movements were precise, her strikes calculated, and she demonstrated an impressive ability to exploit her opponents' weaknesses.
Even so, something seemed wrong, and he could tell that Raiden knew as well.
(Y/n) drove her bandaged fist at him, and Raiden caught her wrist, pausing the session momentarily.
"(Y/n), your progress is commendable," Raiden said, his voice resonating with authority. "But I sense hesitation in your movements. You must trust your instincts and act without hesitation. Embrace your training, and let your skills flow naturally."
(Y/n) took a deep breath, absorbing Raiden's words. She hadn't even really noticed any difference in her kombat, though she figured it must've been due to her overthinking considering her father, and all of her anxieties must have been having an impact on her performance.
She nodded, acknowledging his feedback. As he began letting go of her, she stepped forward and hooked one of her feet around one his ankles, pulling forward in an attempt to take him off of his feet. While he didn't fall, he did stumble ever so slightly, losing his balance a little and therefore his focus as well.
Raiden regained his balance quickly, impressed by (Y/n)'s swift counterattack. A hint of a smile tugged at the corners of his lips, acknowledging her resourcefulness.
With her great agility, she was able to pull off a nice back handspring to reset her kombat - perhaps a little over the top, but she was never one to shy away from showing off, especially when she could sense the smirk and the shake of the head from Fujin who knew she only did anything acrobatic to flash out her kombat.
She prepared herself for another attack, feeling her chest swell with mischief as she smirked devilishly at Raiden. This was the spirit she was missing within herself, and it was finally reflecting in her fighting again.
As she launched herself at Raiden, something went oh so horribly wrong.
Raiden watched as the look in her eyes changed, and before she could carry out her next movement, she cried out in pain, clutching her chest and falling to the ground.
She coiled in pain, and both Raiden and Fujin approached her, confused though most of all concerned.
Raiden and Fujin rushed to (Y/n)'s side, their worry evident in their eyes. They knelt beside her, their voices filled with urgency.
"(Y/n), what happened?" Raiden asked, his voice laced with concern. "Are you hurt? What's wrong?"
(Y/n) gasped for breath, her face contorted in pain as she struggled to speak. She could feel a sharp, stabbing sensation in her chest, rendering her unable to form coherent words. It felt as if an invisible force was constricting her, making it difficult to breathe.
Fujin pulled her back, cradling her in one arm while the other brushed the hair out of her face.
"Please, try to breathe my love," Fujin urged her, cupping her face in one hand.
"It's no use. Breathing, that is."
Fujin and Raiden looked up, trying desperately to find the source of the voice which spoke. It was unfamiliar, yet...they had heard it somewhere before, somehow.
Standing by a gathering of trees at the edge of the forest was a figure, though her identity was obscured by the shadows which surrounded her. They didn't seem to be any ordinary shadows however, it was as though they were at her command.
"I've constricted her breathing from the inside. No amount of silly little breathing exercises will save her."
Fujin didn't bother ask the woman's name and what exactly she wanted with (Y/n) just yet, deciding that it was obviously more important to get his lover breathing once again.
With his power, he performed somewhat of a kiss of life on (Y/n), parting her lips and placing his mouth against her open one, allowing a surge of oxygen to go through her. It was only a temporary solution, though it did get her breathing again, as she coughed and spluttered after he pulled away.
"Who are you?? And what is the meaning of this??" Raiden demanded, his voice booming with authority as he spoke.
"We have not yet met, Raiden. Though I do believe you will all recognise me in...some aspects."
The stranger emerged from her place amongst the trees, the shadows around her dispersing as she took slow, intimidating steps towards them. And as her face became clear to them all, they were all much too stunned to speak.
(Y/n) felt a sense of pure dread wash over her when she was met with her own face, her own body. But...it wasn't her. She was her. This was not her. What obviously set the two of them a part was the difference in the saturation of colour of their skin. (Y/n)'s skin was healthy and full of colour, but this stranger, her skin was ashy and dull and covered in ancient symbols of evil.
(Y/n) had been good friends with Mileena in the past. She knew exactly what this was.
The stranger bowed slightly, a glint of mischievous evil in her eyes.
"My name is Kexin Tsung. I'm here to replace (Y/n)โฆand bring her head to Shao Kahn."
They remained in a stunned silence for a moment longer, trying their hardest to gage the situation at hand.
With all the strength she could muster, (Y/n) managed to hoist herself up, with the assistance of Fujin who stood up with her, holding her so she would remain steady.
"...my...my father created you," she panted, nearly wheezing from not only her exertion from before but also the way she had been strangled from the inside. "He created you in the flesh pits, with my DNA." "He's our father now, (Y/n)," Kexin corrected her, her smirk condescending and evil. "Don't you see? We're sisters." "You are not my sister," (Y/n) protested, clenching her fists tightly. "You're a weapon, created with the sole purpose of mass destruction. You don't have the capacity nor the room in your heart for the concept of family."
Kexin Tsung's expression twisted into a malevolent sneer, her eyes burning with an unhinged fervour.
"Oh, but dear sister, you underestimate the power that courses through my veins," she hissed, her voice dripping with venom. "I am a perfect amalgamation of your DNA and the dark sorcery of our father. I possess all your strengths and none of your weaknesses. Together, we could have been unstoppable."
Kexin took a few steps closer, bearing her weapon which seemed to be a flashed out Chain whip which had been modified to her specific tastes, and her sneer returned to a smirk once again.
"Though, I have different orders now. Shao Kahn wants your head, and I plan to deliver it to him."
Fujin held (Y/n) close to him in a protective way. His eyes narrowed, filled with resolute and a flicker of wind swirling around him.
"You will not have it, Kexin," Fujin told her, his voice firm and unwavering. "We will not let you harm (Y/n)."
Kexin let out a mocking, hysterical burst of laughter, placing a hand over her chest as if she couldn't take it.
"Oh, dear. This is simply too good," she cackled, unable to contain herself. "Your lover thinks he can protect you from me, sister. Isn't that just precious?"
Her laughter subsided to little giggles, and she covered her mouth ever so slightly.
"Won't it be absolutely hysterical when he has to watch me tear your body apart? Though, I suppose you won't get to see that now, will you?"
Fujin's grip on (Y/n) tightened, and he felt rage fill his body for the first time in a long, long time. Though, before he could say anything in retaliation, Kexin lurched forward, her chain whip slashing through the air with a malevolent speed. Fujin swiftly stepped back, pulling (Y/n) out of harm's way, narrowly avoiding the deadly strike. The chain whip whistled past them, missing its intended target by mere inches.
Raiden summoned a surge of lightning, crackling and dancing along his fingertips. He directed the bolts towards Kexin, aiming to immobilize her and create an opening for his allies. But Kexin, showing remarkable agility, swiftly dodged the electrical onslaught, weaving through the charged currents with unnatural grace.
"Impressive," Kexin taunted, her voice dripping with derision. "But you'll need more than some silly magic tricks to defeat me."
She held her chain whip between both hands, and seemed to focus on it for only a moment, before it was surrounded by a dark magic, one which would no doubt make the weapon she wielded much more deadly.
Raiden took a step forward, electricity crackling along his form. He raised his hands, ready to summon a more potent surge of lightning, though this time he would allow himself to merge the attack with his kombat. Hastily, he made his first movement, a direct hit with his palm, though Kexin was quick to dodge it, bringing her chain whip around and aiming to hit Raiden in the head with it. He ducked when he noticed it coming, dodging the attack with ease. He seized the opportunity to retaliate, using his lightning-infused palms to launch a barrage of rapid strikes towards Kexin. The bolts of electricity crackled through the air, seeking to overwhelm her defences.
But Kexin, displaying her enhanced agility, maneuvered through the lightning strikes with astonishing speed and grace. She twisted and contorted her body, evading each attack with an uncanny precision. It was clear that her dark magic had heightened her reflexes and granted her an advantage in kombat.
Though, it was obvious what she was trying to do. She was trying to out manoeuvre Raiden to gain access to (Y/n). Neither of the storm brothers would have this.
Fujin was quick to swoop (Y/n) from off of her feet, his intentions with taking her elsewhere while he allowed Fujin to deal with the situation at hand.
He could sense the exhaustion in her body, and he wanted to ensure her safety and well-being away from the battlefield.
"I've got you," Fujin murmured softly, his voice filled with reassurance. "I'll find somewhere safe to take you. She will not have you."
Typically, (Y/n) hated when Fujin defended her, especially concerning personal matters like this. Though, as of now, she was much too tired to argue with him, and her control on her breathing was slipping again, making it hard for her to speak anyways.
He didn't want to have to separate her, especially when she was like this. However, how was he to protect her otherwise?
Fujin took her up into the temple, toward their shared room, hoping he could tuck her into bed and stay nearby, should she need any more immediate attention.
Carefully, Fujin laid (Y/n) on their bed, ensuring she was comfortable and secure. He adjusted the blankets around her, tucking her in with a tender touch. His concern for her well-being was evident in his every movement.
Though, as she felt herself coming back, she seemed to fuss, sitting up and trying to push Fujin away from her.
"...I need to do this, Fujin," she told him, her tone firm but her voice was weak. "...this is my burden to bare. I can't have you and Raiden fight this for me."
Fujin's brows furrowed with concern as he gently reached out to steady (Y/n) and ease her back onto the bed. His eyes reflected his love and worry for her.
"My love, I understand your desire to take on your own burdens," Fujin responded, his voice filled with tenderness. "But you are in no state to be fighting. You need to rest. Let Raiden and I handle this." "I can't! It's not fair on you!" (Y/n) snapped, her voice trembling as she tried once again to push Fujin off of her. "This is my problem, and my problem alone."
Fujin's grip on (Y/n) tightened, gently but firmly, refusing to let her push him away. Her stubborn nature was something that he both loved and hated about her. It was admirable how strong she was, and how unwilling she was to simply give up and throw the towel in. However, this also meant that she didn't know when to quit, and naturally, this was detrimental.
"As much as I love you, my feather," Fujin began, cupping her face in both of his hands as a small, teasing smile tugged at his lips. "You are infuriating."
(Y/n) couldn't help but roll her eyes playfully, her gaze meeting Fujin's.
"What, and you're not?" she jabbed light-heartedly, placing her hands over his as she melted into his touch.
"Certainly not as much as you," he sighed, one of his hands tracing upward so it could thread in her hair. "Even so, I wouldn't trade it for anything."
He leaned in and placed a tender kiss against her forehead. For a moment, (Y/n) had completely forgotten about what was going on, Fujin always seemed to have that effect on her - calming, soothing, and he could always lull her into a sense of security, false or not.
As she felt like she could finally give in, a crash rang out through the temple. Particularly, outside of their room.
The door crashed open as someone was thrown through it.
Raiden, and his limp yet still alive body. He groaned, covered in blood, wounded over a significant portion of his body. All was silent as Kexin walked in after him, casually as though it were nothing. Her sight flickered between Raiden and the couple on the bed, and the she stared at her nails.
"Goodness, he wasn't much of a challenge now, was he?" Kexin sighed, bored as she approached him again, giving him a little kick.
(Y/n) was horrified at the sight. If Raiden was folded, then surely she wouldn't stand much of a chance. Just who was she spliced with? It obviously had to be someone pretty formidable, though she couldn't quite put her finger on the symbols which decorated Kexin's skin, and why on earth they looked so familiar.
Fujin stood up, in front of his lover, prepared to defend her in whatever way he had to to ensure her safety.
His hands clenched into fists at his sides, ready to unleash his divine wind upon Kexin if necessary. The sight of Raiden injured and the threat posed by Kexin only fueled his resolve to keep (Y/n) safe at all costs.
"You will not harm her," Fujin declared, his voice steady and filled with a quiet but resolute power. "You will not lay another finger on anyone in this temple."
Kexin smirked, seemingly unfazed by Fujin's display of defiance. She slowly approached, her chain whip slithering along the ground behind her.
"My dear brother-in-law, always the protector," she taunted, her voice dripping with disdain. "But you cannot save her. Your powers, your wind, mean nothing to me."
Fujin's eyes narrowed, a gust of wind swirling around him in response to Kexin's words. He braced himself, ready to face her head-on.
As Kexin closed the distance between them, Fujin summoned a powerful gust of wind, aiming to knock her off balance and create an opportunity to strike. The tempest roared around him, carrying the force of his determination and protecting his beloved (Y/n) behind him.
Kexin, however, displayed her agility once again, gracefully dodging the wind currents with an uncanny ease. She moved with a calculated grace, her chain whip poised to strike.
With a swift movement, she lashed out, the chain whip slicing through the air towards Fujin. He deftly evaded the attack, his body moving with the fluidity of the wind itself.
In a counterattack, Fujin summoned a powerful burst of wind from his palms, aiming to buffet Kexin with a force that could render her momentarily vulnerable. The blast struck true, momentarily staggering Kexin and allowing Fujin to press his advantage.
But Kexin was resilient. Despite the wind's force, she quickly regained her composure and retaliated with a flurry of lightning-quick strikes from her chain whip. Fujin skilfully maneuvered, deflecting and evading the attacks, his wind serving as both a shield and a means to strike back.
Though, as they fought, Kexin was monitoring anything she deemed weak in Fujin, and ultimately, his reluctance to kill her immediately was his catalyst.
Her chain whip whirled through the air, delivering swift and precise strikes that Fujin struggled to evade. He attempted to summon his wind to shield himself, but it faltered, unable to provide adequate protection against Kexin's onslaught.
Her power was unlike anything that any of them had ever seen, and (Y/n) could do nothing but sit there, paralyzed, as she tried to think of something - anything to do.
It was only when she saw Kexin knock Fujin to the ground before grabbing onto his throat and lifting him back onto his feet when (Y/n) felt the adrenaline kick in.
She stood up abruptly.'
"Spare him, please! I'll come with you," she spluttered, her voice trembling as her eyes filled with tears.
There was a brief pause in Kexin's actions, as she regarded (Y/n) with a mix of amusement and curiosity. The grip on Fujin's throat loosened slightly, but Kexin maintained her hold, keeping him restrained.
"You'll surrender yourself? To save your lovers life?" She asked, following her speech was a condescending snicker. "How cute." "(Y/n), you mustn't-"
Fujin was cut off by the way Kexin fastened her hand tight around his throat again, causing him to choke and splutter as he clawed at her hand desperately.
"Yes, I'll surrender myself," (Y/n) said, her voice quivering. "But only if you release him and promise not to harm him or Raiden any further."
This was it, this was her opportunity to have Shao Kahn wrapped around her finger. Oh, how easy it was, human sentiment was so feeble and easy to manipulate. She giggled, dropping Fujin before she approached (Y/n).
Before anyone knew it, (Y/n) had been restrained, and in a burst of smoke, both she and Kexin were gone.
-
A/n: WHY DO I KEEP DOING THIS TO MYSELF AGGGHHH
S/o: * sees Selina in bed with Bruce*
Bruce: I can explain everything!
S/O: *finds cat mark and scratch repellent spray and sprays it in Bruce's face*
S/o: *pushes a nun down from the 10th floor*
Joker: and I told you it was just a nun, and you say Batman, Batman...

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pov: Aqua had forgotten the most important person of his past life.
Pt.2
Aqua is not living the best, but still a better life than those not-so-joyful days while living in a former body. But all this stellar life, full of popularity and attention because of his mother's work, he has completely forgotten who he was and what his real personality consists of.
All of Aqua's dependence on his mother began to cross the lines between his cold mind and the influence of his heart.At one point, while walking around town and reflecting, delving into the dark corners of his reborn soul, he didn't realize how he was on his way to his old home.
A small apartment, an ordinary, quiet neighborhood, through which he walked to work almost every morning.All this nostalgia rang in his chest and, mustering his courage, he went up to the floor and knocked on the door.
Not knowing why. He just wanted to see his apartment and how the new residents were taking care of it.The door opened and Aqua was dumbfounded:
- What can I do for you?
Aqua had completely forgotten that in his past life, he had a wife and a little, two-year-old daughter who he adored more than his own songbooks. His little girl, born under his stern, doctor-like gaze, stood before him as an adult and self-aware. Aqua had completely forgotten about Y/N, his wife, and his just-started-happy family life.
โ Oh, I'm sorry, I have the wrong apartment,- he mumbled, his eyes down to the floor, lest, God forbid, the girl recognize him as Aquamarine Hoshino.- It's all right.
she wanted to close the door, but Aqua reflexively put his foot in the doorway, immediately scolding himself for this action.
โ Excuse me, the doctor who treated my mother used to live here, do you know where he is now?- he blurted out the first thing that popped into his head. Aqua just wanted to extend his acquaintance with his daughter and enjoy the company a little longer.
- Oh, probably you mean my father? - Unfortunately, he died a long time ago, - said the girl and sniffed her nose - If you need any documents, go to the hospital, the papers are kept in the archives for many years, I think you will find there everything you need.
- Yes, I see, thank you and accept my condolences,- Aqua rubbed the back of his head, ready to leave. The pressure in his chest was learning.
He couldn't believe he'd forgotten the most important part of his life. His daughter, the child he had loved and cared for for two years, waited for her birth like summer, warm days, had just been thrown out of his mind like that.
Aqua raised his head wanting to look into her eyes and recoiled. Those dark eyes with the bright stars practically filled the entire iris space.Aqua thinks that his dark side, always existed and to a greater extent passed on to his daughter, which merged with her soul from the bitter longevity of losing a parent.
So recently, I've rewatched the little mermaid and played honkai star rail. How about a mermaid au for Yandere Blade x reader where Blade is a octopus sea witch/wizard like ursula and he wants the mermaid reader to be his so he helped the reader to get the prince but sabotage her so she fails? (Also, if you don't mind stockholm syndrome ending) Thank you
๐๐จ๐ง๐ค๐๐ข: ๐๐ญ๐๐ซ ๐๐๐ข๐ฅ
๐๐ซ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐! ๐๐ฅ๐๐๐ ๐ฑ ๐๐๐ซ๐ฆ๐๐ข๐! ๐๐๐๐๐๐ซ
๐๐๐ข๐ซ๐ ๐ฌ๐๐ฑ ๐๐๐ญ๐ฐ๐๐๐ง ๐จ๐๐ญ๐จ๐ฉ๐ฎ๐ฌ ๐๐ง๐ ๐ฆ๐๐ซ๐ฆ๐๐ข๐, ๐๐ข๐๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง๐๐ฅ ๐๐ง๐๐ญ๐จ๐ฆ๐ฒ, "๐๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐ฅ๐ ๐๐๐ซ๐ฆ๐๐ข๐" ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐จ๐ญ, ๐ง๐จ ๐๐ฒ๐ง๐๐ฆ๐ข๐๐ฌ, ๐ซ๐๐๐๐๐ซ ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐๐๐๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐๐ซ๐จ๐ฆ ๐๐ญ๐จ๐๐ค๐ก๐จ๐ฅ๐ฆ ๐๐ฒ๐ง๐๐ซ๐จ๐ฆ๐ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ง๐ ๐๐๐๐จ๐ซ๐ ๐ฆ๐๐๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐๐ฅ๐๐๐, ๐ซ๐๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐๐จ๐ซ ๐๐๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ญ๐ฌ.
๐๐ญ ๐ญ๐จ๐จ๐ค ๐ฅ๐จ๐ง๐ ๐๐ซ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ง ๐ ๐ฐ๐๐ง๐ญ๐๐ ๐ข๐ญ ๐ญ๐จ. ๐๐ก๐ ๐๐ฒ๐ง๐๐ฆ๐ข๐ญ๐ ๐๐ข๐ฑ ๐ฐ๐๐ฌ ๐๐๐ญ๐๐ง ๐ฎ๐ฉ ๐๐ฒ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐ข๐๐๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง ๐ข๐ง ๐ฐ๐ก๐ข๐๐ก ๐ ๐ฐ๐๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐ซ๐ข๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐ . ๐๐ญ ๐๐๐๐ข๐๐๐ "๐ก๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฆ, ๐ฐ๐ก๐ฒ ๐๐จ๐ง'๐ญ ๐ ๐๐๐ฅ๐๐ญ๐ ๐๐ฑ๐๐๐ญ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ฉ๐๐ซ๐ญ ๐จ๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ญ๐๐ฑ๐ญ ๐ฌ๐ก๐ ๐ฐ๐๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐ซ๐ข๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฆ๐จ๐ซ๐ ๐ข๐ง๐ญ๐๐ง๐ฌ๐๐ฅ๐ฒ? ๐๐ก, ๐ฒ๐๐๐ก, ๐๐ฅ๐ฌ๐จ ๐ฐ๐ก๐ฒ ๐ง๐จ๐ญ ๐ญ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ง ๐จ๐๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ญ๐จ๐ฌ๐๐ฏ๐?"โบ๏ธ
The man's hand flew up in the water, dropping onto his slime-covered, cold-protecting scruffy fingers. His crystal ball, standing on a cushion made of the same slippery, green slime, rolled onto the soft sand, denying the crystal the chance to shatter.
There was nothing bright and warm and bright in the reflection the man's eyes saw, something he hadn't seen at the bottom of the sea in quite some time. There was an ethereal image of a princess of the underwater kingdom. One of the many daughters of his dear, failed apprentice, Dan Heng.
But Blade doesn't care about the other daughters, princesses whose hearts are soaked in silliness and air castles, who love to make eyes at princes and want to marry the proudest, most beautiful and richest newt as soon as possible.
No, none of them is worthy of attention. Except you, the youngest, the strangest, as if you were not your own sister and daughter. The object of his close attention and constant presence. The one whose hair is too much like her mother; the one whose character is too much like her father; the one whose principles of life are too much like Blade's strago.
Blade would not be himself if he left the object of his interest aside. He knows all about you: your treasure trove of human curiosities, your constant sleepovers in the hold of a wrecked ship on the border of Coral Sea and Aculandia. About your friendship with the Mermaid Killer Whale, whom you so lusciously sweetly called Ball .
And that very soon, you will pay him a visit. You will have no choice but to swim into his suffocating embrace, into his trap, because all girls want their lives to consist only of radiant, bright and sweet days alone with the love of their lives.
He has tried his best for that, invested all his magic, all his resources and strength for the deception that you have fallen for.
***
- T / And, it's a stupid idea, let's go back, let's ask your father, I'm sure he will not refuse," said March 7, cowardly tail wagging, barely keeping up with you
- My father would ban me home for a week if he knew," you snorted, hiding behind the coral, as ahead peacefully swam sharks, dangerous and treacherous predators who love to bite a mermaid's tail.
You couldn't help yourself. A foolish crush seeped into your heart and flooded your soul, like the apparatus of the ocean and the icy rains staining the surface you so adore to swim upon. Fell in love with a human man who was only once rescued after a shipwreck. His golden hair, soft facial features, slightly puffy pale lips, and perfectly soft, warm skin. Not so slime-covered, hard as a shell skin, protecting him from the cold bottom of the world's ocean. The mink, completely, like slime, ran beneath your fingers leaving behind red prints and a fingernail hole. Amazing anatomy of a creature from the surface. And those legs! Two limbs that help you move over water, over land that you only dream about in your dreams! These wonders, flowers, plants like there are none under water. Sunlight that warms their faces and gives them new skin tones. It's all a fairy tale to you! Makes your heart beat frantically in your chest and your fingers tremble with the anticipation of a future that you definitely want to spend under the sun.... with this prince.
- Let's think again, this is Blade, a real witch and a sneaky type, okay?" snorted Asta, stopping you. "He won't play fair, and if you really want to live on dry land with his help, at least don't take anything from his hands or drink any liquids or sign anything Blade offers. Do you understand?
You rolled your eyes. Bringing your friends along was a bad idea, knowing their cowardice and constant, relentless desire to protect and protect you. And all thanks to the threats and admonitions of your dear father, Triton, who doesn't want his youngest daughter entertained and resting in her prime. He likes to have you studying, learning music, or cramming Atlantic history in case your older sisters refuse to take their honorable place on the throne. You don't have a choice; you're bound to be the new Queen someday, after all.
And you don't want that! Your whole soul is dancing and your heart is singing, your tail only goes up to the sky, where the sun dazzles right in your eyes and warms the top of your head. To the place where you're not meant to live five minutes without water...
- All right, so be it, but I need to know if the witches can grant my wish. If not, I'd rather dry out in the sun than play the sea organ again for Sebastian," you rolled your eyes as you finally reached your destination
A dark cave, barely lit by the last rays of the setting sun, a pile of fish bones and ribs of large creatures marking out the path to the entrance like a marble archway. Curiously, you touched one skeleton, shrieking when what appeared to be an overly transparent fish surfaced, wagging its tail at your face, releasing air bubbles to the surface.
- You know, I think I'll stay outside, wait for you," said Mart 7 in support of Asta's trembling body.
- Why are you chicken? And he wouldn't harm his former apprentice's daughter, so we're safe.
The girls looked at each other.
- You're either stupid or you are, because I don't know why you'd think that," said Asta, shuddering as she swam up to put her arms around your shoulders, squeezing and shaking you a little, trying to bring you to your senses. - He'll eat you up and not choke, much less you, especially since you're the daughter of his apprentice. Especially his former apprentice.
- Asta's right, T/I, he's a villain and a freak, it's better not to be fervent with him, really, it's not like our usual adventures anymore," Mart sailed off into the distance. Her pink tail trembled, and her fins beat the waves.
You stopped and thought. No one else would grant your legally impossible wish but Blade. Your father would scold, your sisters would not support your first, pure crush, your friends would worry. Weighing the pros and cons, you turn to your friends before sailing off toward the cave:
- If I'm not back within a week, warn my father about where I was and what happened, I don't know how it will go, I don't know what will happen, but you'll know where to look for me," was the last thing Mart and Astra heard from you since the tip of your tail disappeared into the darkness of the cave.
As you swam through the tunnel, you tried not to touch the bioluminescent walls that lit the way. The water is too cold, the pressure presses and squeezes you to the ground, at the bottom there are disgusting-looking bottom creatures crawling across the sand, disgusting in their ugliness. Their carapace is covered with polyps and mussels, disfiguring even more with their neglectful appearance. From the ceiling of the cave stick out stone peaks that want to scratch the delicate skin of the mermaid, and the slime growing on every inch of stone - and just trying to bite you
Finally, a particularly viable part of the underwater world ended, and ahead, you saw a round, glowing ball, emitting a cold purple light. The enticing hue beckoned you; at your own risk, you reached out your fingers toward it, eager to touch and feel the heat or cold of the strange object. Perhaps you could find a suitable place for the orb in your cave of human things, like between a nice singing box and a set of battered glasses.
- Wow, what guests!- came a harsh, gruff voice, breaking the silence, and your interest in the object vanished. With your hands clasped to your chest, you watch in fear as a sudden light fills the the corners of the cave.
Before you stood a menacing-looking man whose shoulder-length blue hair perfectly matched the hue of the six tentacles below his human skin. Six pairs of thick, shiny blue limbs, covered with pinkish suction cups, wriggled in the water.
A man stood directly beside the ball, and you realized what kind of object it was-the crystal ball through which Blade makes up his mischief, if the rumors in the house are to be believed.
- What can I do for you, sweet mermaid?- said Blade singingly.
His hands curiously cupped your face, turning sharply in all directions, peering at his familiar sepozk soft facial features from different angles. Those lips and that shade of eyes...mmm, you look too much like your father to be the youngest daughter in the family.
You wrenched yourself out of the stranger's arms, wrapped your arms around your cheeks, trying to hide your discomfort at this kind of intrusion into your personal distance, and swallowing the lump in your throat in a voice trembling with excitement, you finally announced the reason for your arrival:
- I have come to you in the hope that you will grant my wish, Mr. B-Blade,- his feigned bravado vanished under his attentive gaze.
- What am I, a goldfish, to grant wishes?- said the octopus in an insulted tone.
- No, I... I'm sorry, I just heard that you can grant the most impossible wishes with your magic,- you lowered your eyes to the floor, blushing at your own stupidity.
You lowered your eyes to the floor, blushing at your own stupidity.
-You know my name, oddly enough your own, dear lady, I don't know, haven't you princesses been taught etiquette?
You swam closer, bowed as you were taught, scolding yourself for the blunder. Had Father or your older sister been there, you would have been caned on the back as punishment.
- Excuse me, I'm Y/N, the seventh princess of the Atlantic,- you introduced yourself.
- Well, seventh princess-Atlantic Y/N, what does your young heart desire? What sings the young soul? Don't be modest,- Blade's tentacles slid up your tail, attracted by the peculiar, unusual hue of your pearly scales.
With his tail around your neck and his suction cups firmly clamped on, Blade pulled you closer to him, depositing you on the bottom. You were stranger to such close attention, and the way the tentacle pleasantly caressed your hypersensitive scales made your cheeks redden and your breathing hitch. Which, unfortunately for you, is not ignored by the octopus.
A wave of mute pleasure pierced through each scale, settling somewhere in your webs. Shaking your head, you tried to distract yourself so that your voice didn't shake and your thoughts didn't get confused.
- I'd like you to help me out on dry land,- you said quickly, and the pressure in your tail receded.
Surprised by this request, the witch doctor opened his red eyes wide, interpreting your phrase in his head in different ways. Though he's smart, he can't understand why a bloody princess would go out on dry land. Isn't the underwater world sweet to them?
- The little fish wanted to go on land. But why? - he found himself too close to your trembling body than he would have liked. In spite of the crushing atmosphere, the cold currents of water, Blade's skin seemed too hot than it should have been. It made you instinctively move backwards, resting your back against someone else's tight but so warm chest. A sigh of relief involuntarily escaped your lips, and it was to the witch's taste.
- I... I saw a man with two fins, which someone called legs,- you murmured in warm euphoria, - I saved him after the storm, and... and...
- And you fell in love? With a man?- Blade laughed softly. His hands wrapped deceptively gently around your waist, warming, stroking your slender flanks, moving to your stomach to lock his fingers together, locking you in.
- No I...n-no, I don't know, I just want to see him again p-visit him,- your eyelashes fluttered, you wanted to cast off that shroud of soothing pleasure of being too close to someone else's, a man's body.
This is new. This feeling. You've never been close to men at the expense of your young age and your father's hyper-paired, constant attention from your sisters. Your circle of friends is also limited to a girl, March 7 and Asta are your most loyal, best friends, but so sneaky working for your father. You know that they report all your adventures and antics to your father, your employer, which makes your level of trust in them minimal. You can't trust anyone, as awful as that sounds.
- Hmm, can a mermaid marry a human?- he wonders, and suddenly slaps your forehead.-What's so stupid? Have you been listening to fairy tales?
An incomprehensible look and you blush again, even worse and redder.
- Oh, really?- Blade raised an eyebrow. -Who told you such tales? That merfolk should have his tongue out.
- Let's move on to my wish,- you said, chasing the sneer from the witch's face.
- Yes, of course.
With a sharp movement of his body, the octopus pinned you into the wall, immediately painful, biting roughly into your lips, biting into your flesh until it bled. It hurt, but it was sweet.
Too many new feelings fill your body in this hour. Heat builds up in the bottom of your belly and the pocket on your tail that exists for copulation and nurturing little eggs has opened, giving away your sensations and feelings headfirst.
The kiss gathered momentum and speed as a long, black ink-soaked tongue found itself in your mouth, meshing with yours, stroking and displacing the tip of your tongue and the second one proudly, leaving behind black drops of ink, marking.
You groaned, sending vibrations down your throat, wrapping your arms around Blade's shoulders, trying either to pull away from you or, conversely, to draw him closer and deepen the kiss even more. You can't get enough of that, not enough of the heat on your tongue and the tickling sensation on your palate. While one of Blade's hands slides down your waist, the other drifts down your thigh, stopping his long fingers at the source of that heat.
- Wao, I didn't think the Princess would want to give herself to a hermit, part witch,- Blade whispered contentedly.
- No, take your hands off me,- but, against your words, you leaned closer to his hands, there caressing the edges of your intimate area with pleasure.
Fuck, this is what Blade has been longing for ever since Kafka brought it to him about you, the daughter of his dear apprentice. And expectations have been fulfilled. A true copy of her father, only more submissive, weaker in character, with a constant magnet for adventure in her tail.
This passion, the desire hot within him was formed from the moment your body showed beautiful forms, firm breasts and a slender waist; from the moment that this wonderful mermaid's tail shone with a shade of cold emerald harmoniously standing out among the orange coral and mottled fish.
Ever since your age by merfolk standards crossed the line of adulthood, hundreds of different, messy pictures have appeared in Blade's mind that he'd like to project on you. A shelf of seven possible potions to corrupt your mind and body finally tinkled impatiently behind you, waiting for their destined fate to envelop every gram of your blood and cloud your head.
- Come on, princess, I need your voice, like it or not, come screaming for me," Blade pronounced with such pleasure, as if this kind of gentle mockery gave him as much pleasure as mating. It does, though. He enjoys successfully making you into a bloody, weeping mess, wielding that depraved liquid which is a natural pheromone on its tail.
This kind of state is not peculiar to mermaids on a normal day, but precisely when someone is around, when a merfolk finds attractively sexy and has thoughts of breeding. It's an instinct you've fought against for so long with your sisters and your father. The law you hate. The law you rejected has begun to haunt you.
- I promise you will be pleased,- a smirk hung over the man's face. His long blue tentacle hovered over your feed, tickling the hole with its very tip, not sinking in, only making you hiccup with that action.
You're all sensitive, pressed back against Blade's chest, twisting into the ship's body with someone else's strong, strong arms. The witch's tentacles encircle your tail without letting you escape, and you couldn't. Your body is too weak, too feeble; you'll just fall to the bottom until the cold tide cools your body.
When the slippery tip of the tentacle plunges into your gut, not deep but for a good stretch, no pain but too pleasant; you can't hold back a moan of pleasure, piercing completely.
- Beautiful, princess Y/N has such a warm, good hole," the man, clenching his teeth, exhaled the words at your ear, himself in a most incredible state, having not experienced such a thing for quite a while.
It was as if you were made for his tantacles, so sweetly penetrating your hole, tickling you from the inside and massaging your wet, highly aroused walls with small thrusts, sharing the mucus that acts as lubricant with you.
- You know, princess, your friend was right-I shouldn't have come, especially you, - Blade murmured in your ear.
And the excitement in your chest was replaced by a sense of dread.
It wouldn't be long before you were trapped in the darkest part of the cave when you could finally come out and see the light. And even then, your mind will see no one around but Blade, his loving eyes and gentle hands, tentacles wrapped around your tail, and a constant, unrestrained desire to love your captor and forget about your past life flowing in your chest life.
Twisted Wonderland (game, 2020)
Jade x Reder x Floud โ briefly about how moray fathers take care of their offspring.
Yandere!Lilia x Reincarnation!Reader โ Lilia is able to tear the world apart to get to her first love, and even her beloved sons will not be a hindrance.
Malleus x reader โ dragon biology, getting rid of competitors and the birth of small lizards
Adult!OnlyFans!Riddle x adult! Teacher!Reader - His teacher is a devoted fan of his live.
Husband!Riddle x wife!Reader - Riddle is a sweet, cute househusband who needs the care and concern of his wife.
Me and all the Quaritch fans are like...

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someone (I) begged to write something about Lyle ... so
Lyle is a man who can flirt 25 hours a day, eight days a week, 366 days a year, and only with you.
A full year of training for the Marines and mercenaries in the Phoenix program, and you, as chief medical officer, must accompany them through all the training. Tests, examinations, health checks, every headache of the participants should be registered by your hand in the documents.
Lyle is the only one who is in pain every hour of every day. No one seems to visit the medical building as often as he does. You can't even go to lunch properly, because Lyle and his team sit next to you in the dining room, crowding out the rest of the medical staff, starting to pour sweet words and flirtations into your ears that make you sick.
But at some point, you almost put up with him and even start responding to the flirting with your medical compliments, putting him on edge.
How you met:
- Hey, I thought the head medic was a fat man in his sixties," Lyle snorted, throwing his hands behind his head as Quoritch introduced you as the man promising to accompany them for the entire sixty months on Pandora.
You frowned.
- And I didn't realize mercenaries were attracted to fat men over sixty," you sighed artistically as the two women in your crew of goons burst into loud, unrestrained laughter. - But what can you do, I'm the one who has to inspect your little cock.
Lyle tensed, his hips bucking instinctively.
- I don't have a small cock, - he placed his hands against each other, roughly indicating the size of his organ, involuntarily reminding you of children's cartoons and that moment." We caught a woooooow fish!" but in fact some kind of sprat.
- Believe me, Corporal, I've seen more in all my years on the job.
I think at this point Lyle hated you.
First flirtation from him:
- Hey, Miss Doctor, you promised to examine my cock," Lyle shouted from the end of the hallway as all the military members were lined up in a single line to quietly hand out their hospital records and send them off one by one for another examination.
You looked up at the crowd, searching for the smirking mercenary. And he wouldn't be too hard to spot, since such a tall tall man stood out from the crowd.
- Lyle Wainfleet, you go to the examination first, get your medical certificate, and follow me," you said loudly, pulling the right folder out of the stack to hand it over personally, hand in hand.
Lyle smiled like he'd won the lottery. You bet he'd bet the team that he'd be the first to get the young hottie - you - into bed.
But he just doesn't know that in his workplace, doctors look at men and women as nothing more than a rotten piece of meat that needs to be cured and put back on its feet.
He walked out of your office with his legs shaking and his head low, almost crying like a baby.
No woman had ever spoken so badly of his penis.
The first flirtation from you:
You twist the jar of white liquid thoughtfully in your hands, analyzing something and writing it down in a notebook, then staring at the test printout.
- How was it, doc? - asked Lyle after a moment of silence.
- All right, good readings,- the man pouted. And Colonel Quaritch, when he came out of your office, he was bragging about how "fine and dandy" he was, and this is just fine.
- Is that all?
You sighed, took another look through the microscope, and said everything he roughly wanted to hear:
- Good sperm, active sperm in the active stage, more than twenty million or so alive and ten percent dead," you said thoughtfully. - If you want, you can fecundate and multiply at least every day, just reduce the consumption of energy drinks, and in general it's perfect.
Lyle began to glow. You never said that to Quaritch, which, in his humble opinion, means he's a special patient.
- ะญ? Doc, are you flirting with me? - he smiled, cupping his cheek with his hand. You sighed and tossed the jar of tests into the trash, and flinched when the mercenary burst into the garbage chute, shouting something like, My babies!
How he knew he was in love:
Lyle must have realized how he felt about you when all the preparations were behind him, before the last spinal fluid test, and he suddenly realized that that was it, you could hardly see each other again like that. The most you could do was cut his stomach or tear off a limb, so Lyle could enjoy your hands a little longer than handing him a bag of pills.
- Does it hurt? - he asked quietly, taking off his top, exposing his strong, beautiful back.
- Yes, very much,- you answered just as quietly, dabbing the perimeter of your spine with an alcohol wipe.
Lyle lay down with his knees to his chest, because he suddenly felt defenseless. At first there was a slight stabbing sensation in his back, then an unbearable pain. He wanted to scream at how much it hurt, but your other hand stroking his shoulder somehow calmed him down. And Lyle doesn't want to get his face in the dirt.
- That's it, sunshine, that's it, finished,- you pulled the needle out, immediately pressing a napkin to the panel, stopping the blood. "Rest for now, you'll get dizzy.
But he did not listen and slowly rose, feeling a sudden urge to embrace you. And, wrapping his arms around your waist, he pressed his forehead against your stomach, breathing heavily, trying to stop the flow of tears.
He realized he was in love when your hand stroking his head choked the dizziness and nausea.
When you realized you were in love:
How strong and brave he was trying to be, actually in a hell of a lot of pain. You know yourself that not everyone can endure a spinal fluid donation, not everyone is brave, even the biggest and most muscular guys start crying and begging for the pain to go away soon.
But Lyle was silent, not even a squeak. Your hands were shaking because you were afraid of hurting him more, all your medical knowledge suddenly disappeared from your head and you found nothing better to do than put your hand on his shoulder.
And the way Wainfleet hugged you after the procedure - ignited something warm and giddy in your body. Your hands fell on his head and neck, stroking and swaying involuntarily from side to side.
You realized that Lyle was just playing strong and brave to charm you, and he didn't succeed. But his weak, helpless look, so in need of your affection and support, did.
Hell, you've fallen in love for good.
An accidental moment:
You woke up to the hot sensation of something breathing on your chest and startled, thinking some wild animal had snuck into the apartment complex. I would not want to see a huge snake face in front of me, it's not a house cat, but a real, bitch, dangerous predator.
But it turned out to be much easier, because Lyle was nestled on your chest, with both arms tucked under your waist, thus sealing it underneath you. You fell asleep alone, as I recall.
- Lyle, what the fuck? - you whispered loudly, pushing the man's shoulder to free you from his trap.
He woke up with a slight but mind-blowing grin, making something in the bottom of your stomach heat up.
- Good morning, kitty, - he said, closing his face into your chest, not hesitating to respond loudly to the softness of that flesh and muttering something inaudibly, โ I thought there was nothing like sleeping in the company of a beautiful woman before work, so don't wake me up.
Lyle left two bright and loud kisses on each of her breasts and tucked between them and fell fast asleep.
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