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Present Mic designs his whole hero persona and costume to be overly childish and goofy on purpose. He knows many people fear his quirk's power so he downplays its strength and his own personal hidden depths to appear non-threatening.
In contrast, Shinsou (who also has a voice quirk) plays up the drama and the fear associated with his quirk because he's trying to be intimidating, stealthy, and take back the label of villainous for himself. Prove that a perceived scarier quirk and persona doesn't necessarily equal villainy. He's going up against his bullies. He's grown up and can better accept who he is. He's not as affected by critics anymore.
With Yamada possibly being more affected by these fears of his quirk than Shinsou. Between his badly rapping at haters stick and his downplaying of his abilities. Shinsou is more confident and can revel in his achievements authentically. Mic can't seem to. Maybe it's what happened with Shirakumo's passing and Mic's unintended role in it. The incident with his parents when he was born. Maybe it's his lack of supportive friends (Midnight and Aizawa can be really condescending to him in Vigilantes and people kind of lowkey disrespect him a bunch). Maybe he doesn't know how far he can go and doesn't want to find out for others' safety. Will never know.
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harrypoppinss · 8 months
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Empty promises
Kili Durin x afab!reader
Warnings: heavy angst, established relationship, mention of character death, pre BOTFA
Summary: With the battle closing in and Thorin fighting the dragon sickness, you seek comfort in your one.
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The past few days have been rough to say the least. You had successfully made it to Erebor, and it has been reclaimed by Thorin the only problem was that he had fallen into the same sickness that his grandfather had. The dragon sickness from the gold that was claimed by Smaug after the fall of Erebor all those years ago.
The Orcs were near, you had a feeling. Thankfully though, Kili had lived through getting a poisoned arrow in his thigh and he was now in Erebor with his brother and the others that had been comforting him through the incident. Now here you were, wandering the halls of Erebor in search for your one.
You had never known a castle to be so confusing until now, but luckily you had spotted your brown haired boy sitting along the gigantic hole in the wall, gazing out at the lost city of Dale. You walked up behind him, before gently taking a seat beside him and like clockwork, his hand found yours.
“How are you feeling my love?” You asked him, being his knuckles up to your lips as you kissed his hand softly before allowing it to fall into your lap, still grasping onto your own. Kili sighed as he moved closer to you, his head finding your shoulder as your head rested on his. “As well as I can,” he said in a soft tone, his gaze not wavering from the empty city infront of Erebor that used to be so full of life and love.
The two of you sat like that in comfortable silence for a while, the only sound reaching your ears was his gentle breathing and the sound of the crickets singing in the tall grass outside. As you gazed out into the landscape, you couldn’t help but let a feeling of pure fear wash over you. Soon you would all be fighting for you life against Azog and his troops for middle earth.
“Amrâlimê?” Kili said in a soft whisper, making you glance at him as he lifted his head off of your shoulder to meet your gaze. “Yes love?” You asked back, your free hand grasping his other one has your thumbs rubbed over his knuckles. His eyes fell to your hands before he lifted then back up to look at you. “Are you afraid to die?” He asked you, catching you off guard completely. You looked at him like he had grown two heads, he had just been on the brink of death with the arrow and he was asking you if you were afraid to die?
“Well…” you said as you looked back out into the now peaceful landscape that you knew would be filled with blood and death soon. Sighing softly you looked back at your lover, a sad expression covering your face. “I am,” you said after a moment, before you brought both of his hands to your lips this time, kissing his knuckles once more. “But, I’m more afraid of losing you to the hands of the Orcs.” You said as you dropped his hands back into your lap as his eyes scanned your face.
“Oh Amrâlimê,” he sighed with a soft smile as he saw the faint tears building in the backs of your eyes. He reached out, bringing you into his chest as his hand ran along your hair gently. You arms wrapped around his neck as you nuzzled your face into his shoulder, the tears fall from your eyes staining his shirt temporarily. “I will never leave you, not in death nor in glory,” Kili whispered to you softly. “I would rather spend a thousand lifetimes fighting for you than allowing myself to be taken away for you in such a way.” He finished, tears of his own spilling down his cheeks as he pulled away from the hug to rest his forehead against your own.
“Promise?” You croaked out, your eyes meeting his brown orbs as you watched the corners of the crinkle softly as he couldn’t help but allow a small smile to overtake his features. “I promise, in this lifetime and the next.” He said, before he leaned in, placing a gentle kiss to your lips. If only he knew in the end, that the promise he made would have to wait until the next time you two meet again, until the next life when your souls will bound together as one again.
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Amrâlimê - My love; love of mine
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chopper-base · 10 months
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TBB Reverse!AU
Chapter one is finished!!! Still haven't figured out a name for this series, so I'll take any suggestions yall have!!
Summary: Crosshair and Echo watch the rest of their team succumb to the chip's control.
Warnings: Character death, canon character death, violence, canon divergence, alternate universe
WC: 2591
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Crosshair didn’t know what to think when he turned to see the regs firing at their Jedi General. Over the sound of blaster fire, he could hear her voice screaming at her padawan to run. Her terror-filled voice sent shivers down the sniper's spine. The Padawan was running in their direction but skidded to a stop when he noticed them in front of him. The Padawan looked at the Bad Batch in fear, taking a shaky step back before turning and disappearing into the snowy woods.
Crosshair looked between the regs running toward the batch and the woods where the kid disappeared, trying to figure out what had caused the regs’ sudden turn.
The realization that Tech was reading something off his datapad had Crosshair snapping his attention back to his brother. Tech explained that General Grievous had been defeated, marking the end of the war. “The com channels are repeating one directive.” Tech’s demeanor changed as he read the next line, “Execute Order 66.”
The moment the words left Tech’s mouth, Crosshair knew something was wrong. He watched as everyone but Echo stiffened. Hunter’s sharp eyes growing eerily distant.
“We need to go after the kid,” Echo broke the strange silence, pointing to where the padawan had disappeared, “He’s gonna get himself killed out there alone!”
Hunter glared at Echo, causing the Corporal to take a step back. “The kid is a jedi. The order includes him,”
“The order??” Echo’s eyes were wide with shock, “Hunter! He’s a kid! We don’t even know what the ‘order’ is!”
“Good soldiers follow orders.”
A pause. Echo’s confused and pleading eyes stared back at Hunter’s distant ones before the Sergeant turned towards where the kid had vanished. “...what?”
Following the trail of small footsteps through the snow, Hunter ignored the ARC. Not another word was uttered as Tech and Wrecker followed behind him, holding their weapons at ready. Echo watched them go, turning towards Crosshair, who hesitantly followed the others.
Before Crosshair could go any further, Echo grabbed his arm desperately. “Crosshair, I know you guys don’t work with the Jedi almost ever, but come on! It’s a kid!!”
Crosshair nodded. “Believe me, I know. Something’s… off. Hunter would never-“
Blaster fire echoed through the mountain range. Crosshair whipped his head around, looking down towards the woods before back up at Echo. Not a word was exchanged as both immediately took off down the snowy slope after their brothers.
The blaster fire stopped as they got closer. Crosshair’s breath caught in his throat as they spotted the rest of the batch. At Hunter’s feet lay the motionless body of the padawan, four blaster burns decorating the young boy’s chest. His eyes were open, but their light was long gone. His round, childish features were frozen in an expression of permanent fear.
The Padawan’s lightsaber was clenched in Hunter’s fist, helmet concealing all emotions on his face. Crosshair could see in the Sergeant’s body language, there was not an ounce of guilt or regret.
Everything about his brothers was wrong. Wrecker was silent, not a single joke or quip escaping his lips. Through the clear visor of Tech’s helmet, Crosshair could see how distant his eyes were, fixed on his datapad, not sparing a glance at the small body at his feet.
The regs were getting closer. Crosshair could hear their boots crunching in the snow behind him, but his eyes refused to leave the boy, smoke still rising from his wounds. His brothers had just murdered a child and the only one who seemed to care at all was Echo.
“We’ve been ordered back to Kamino.”
Crosshair tore his eyes away from the child to glare at Tech. There was no emotion behind his words, no Tech explanation, just orders. Hunter barely acknowledged Tech before walking back up the slope, ignoring Crosshair and Echo all together as he passed. Tech and Wrecker were quick to follow, their steps oddly in sync as they followed their Sergeant.
Crosshair spared a glance back at the young padawan, now being moved by the regs, before nodding at Echo to follow him. Staying further back from the other three, Crosshair and Echo fell into step beside each other.
“Something is seriously wrong with them, Cross,” Echo whispered harshly.
Crosshair studied his brothers as they walked, their movements seemingly not their own. “I know. It’s all wrong,” Very, very wrong.
They continued to follow Hunter at a distance throughout the trek back to the Marauder. Crosshair could feel the uneasy feeling radiating from the ARC that was still in step with the sniper.
When they reached the Marauder, Crosshair climbed the ramp behind Echo, his feet barely hitting the top step before Tech started to raise them. On any other day, Crosshair would have made some snarky comment about waiting for him to be inside before shutting the ramp, or even just an annoyed huff and a glare. Today? Crosshair didn’t even bother to look in Tech’s direction, making his way directly to his bunk. He sat down, keeping his Firepuncher in his hands and ignoring the helmet still on his head. He didn’t want his brothers to see the concern that he was sure was all over his face. He knew his brothers; he knew them better than they knew themselves. Whoever was sitting in the cockpit, were not his brothers.
Not even two weeks ago, Crosshair had watched Hunter almost get himself killed trying to protect a kid. He refused to believe that he had just witnessed that same brother murder a child for treason of all things.
That kid couldn’t have been older than thirteen. Why was he even on a battlefield to begin with?
Crosshair could understand a few Jedi committing treason. They had heard of the massacre on Umbara, a Jedi General who pulled just the right strings to trick two battalions to fire upon each other. Hundreds of regs had been murdered for no other reason than Krell finding power hungry satisfaction in their deaths. Apparently Captain Rex had asked the ex-general why he did it and his answer had simply been ‘because I can’.
Crosshair never cared for the regs, but reading that report had his stomach churning. They weren’t even supposed to have access to those reports, but Tech had gotten curious, hacking in and retrieving the reports in a matter of minutes. They had made sure to delete them when Echo had joined, not needing the ARC knowing the horror his late twin had gone through without him.
Crosshair honestly wouldn’t have batted an eye if they had just gone after the Jedi Council. He could count on one hand how many times they had worked with a Jedi, Skywalker being the only one that Crosshair tolerated, but for them to be ordered to murder the padawans? Something extremely screwed up was happening and whatever it was, was coming directly from the top of command.
Crosshair felt as the ship dropped out of hyperspace, leaving him to assume they had arrived back on Kamino. He sighed, forcing himself to stand before making his way to the cockpit. The room was eerily silent as Tech piloted the Marauder towards Tipoca City, his normal fast maneuvers nowhere to be seen. Crosshair hated the way the ship barely rocked as they landed, all Tech’s movements almost droid like.
Echo sat in the co-pilot’s seat, his helmet still secure on his head. Hunter and Wrecker also still wore their helmets, and for once, Crosshair missed the ruckus that was supposed to be their normal.
Hunter exited the Marauder, Wrecker and Tech falling in step as they made their way down the ramp. Crosshair stopped beside the door, waiting for Echo to exit before he followed. Crosshair was the first to notice the hover gurney, a sheet pulled over what was clearly a body being guided across the hanger. He watched as a lightsaber rolled off the gurney, clanging against the metal floor, rolling to a stop at the feet of a reg.
The colors of the surrounding armor caught the sniper’s attention, confusion overtaking him as he spotted the scarlet red of the Corrie Guard. The other companies made sense being here, but seeing the Guard on Kamino made the pit in Crosshair’s stomach sink deeper.
Wordlessly, he continued to follow his brothers through the white halls of Tipoca city; the corridors filled with more troopers than Crosshair had ever seen on Kamino at once.
The batch came to an abrupt stop as Hunter held up his fist. “We’ve got company,” he stated almost coldly. He turned around, the rest of the batch doing the same, quickly spotting their tail.
A small girl stood behind them, waving at the batch, a smile decorating her face. “Hi! I’m Omega!”
Crosshair glanced at Hunter, gauging his reaction as the child introduced herself, his face giving nothing but annoyance. The Sergeant didn’t bother replying to the child, signaling the batch to follow as he began to walk away. The look that came over the girl’s face as Hunter turned away from her had the sniper sneering at the Sergeant.
Echo looked at her with a look of sympathy, offering her a forced smile, “Sorry, kid. We’ve had a rough day. Just… don’t take it personally,”
The girl returned his smile. The look of betrayal on her face stabbed the sniper. He didn’t know who this kid was, but it was evident this child had been excited to meet them, and Hunter barely gave the poor girl a glance.
Echo turned and began to follow the rest, but Crosshair couldn’t help but stare at the girl a little longer. She met his gaze, something in her eyes sending a wave of calm over him. He couldn’t bring himself to return her smile, but he nodded to her, “Stay out of trouble, kid,”
That seemed enough for her, her smile growing just a bit brighter. She waved to him as he turned to catch up with the rest of his brothers.
Something about her was familiar, like he knew, but he couldn’t place it. Her smile burned into his mind, her look of innocence as she introduced herself, the look of betrayal as his brothers cast her off as nothing. He couldn’t get her out of his head, he knew he would likely run into her again, and for a reason Crosshair couldn’t place, he looked forward to it.
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The Empire. That’s what the republic had now become. A galaxy wide empire with one man sitting at the top, in charge of it all. The thought of a single man being the voice of reason and law didn’t sit well with the sniper. The war was finally finished, yet somehow, Crosshair knew the fight was far from over.
Crosshair began to notice the difference in the regs’ behavior as well, seeming almost as though their minds weren’t their own. Regs never got along with the batch. Insults being thrown their way was just the way of life with the batch when they were on Kamino, but the regs acted as though the batch didn’t exist.
Crosshair eventually found himself in the mess hall, his brothers silently eating around him. He absently stared at the food on his tray, his appetite practically nonexistent. The sniper hadn’t expected much to happen during their meal, seeing as the regs had been weirdly ignoring, but the last thing he expected was a small body sitting to his right. Crosshair looked to see the girl again, smiling up at him as she set her tray beside his. She looked around at the rest of the batch waving, her bright smile still plastered on her face. The only one who paid her any mind was Echo, offering the girls a small smile, and a slightly confused sounding ‘hello’. She looked back at the sniper, her smile now slightly saddened.
“You are aware, sitting with us might attract some unwanted attention?”
The girl’s smile didn’t waver. “But I want to sit with you so I don’t care what they think,” she stated matter-of-factly.
Crosshair tried and failed to hide the small smile that flashed across his lips. “What are you doing on Kamino, anyway?”
The girl shrugged, “I’ve been here all my life,”
Crosshair looked at her in confusion, “All your-?” The voice of a reg behind him had him stopping mid sentence.
“Oh look. The defect squad got themselves a new recruit!”
Crosshair turned to see a small group of regs walking by, a smug look on every one of their faces. Omega shrunk slightly in the seat next to him, which just pissed the sniper off more. Crosshair wasn’t one to start fights with other regs, especially when they were on Kamino, but it was taking everything in him not to launch himself at the smug bastard.
Another reg laughed, “One more member for the sad batch,”
The only thing stopping the sniper now was a small hand that came to rest on his arm, the girl’s face offering him a reassuring smile. “Don’t worry, Crosshair. They’re not worth it,”
The regs walked away, laughing and throwing insults over their shoulder. Omega turned back to the table, offering the sniper a reassuring smile, before starting to eat. Crosshair watched the young girl in fascination, wondering why the child had grown up on Tipoca, of all places. Across the table, Echo was watching her as well, glancing at Crosshair with a look of confusion.
“You said you grew up here on Kamino?” Echo questioned, leaning forward and resting his scomp on the table.
Omega nodded, “I work with Nala Se as her medical assistant.”
Crosshair’s confusion continued to grow as the girl smiled at Echo. “...You’re just a kid? Why would they bring you to Kamino-“
“Crosshair,” Hunter’s voice cut him off. The sniper turned to the Sergeant, meeting his gaze, “Tell the girl to get lost. We are about to leave.”
Crosshair just stared at him as he stood up, quickly followed by Wrecker and Tech. Crosshair turned back to Echo and then to Omega, who looked as though she was holding back tears. He looked back at Echo, holding down the anger that was starting to boil. “If he snaps at me one time, I’m gonna hit him.”
Echo rolled his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Yeah, because assaulting your superior officer is a great idea when he’s acting insane.”
“...it’s not his fault.” Omega cut in, her voice barely above a whisper, “He doesn’t have a choice.”
“Doesn’t have-...? The hell does that mean?” Crosshair questioned, a bit more harshly than he wanted, “We’re not droids, kid.”
Omega seemed to shrink into herself, but still looked up to meet the sniper’s eyes. “It’s their inhibitor chip. It’s making them act this way. It’s not their fault!”
“Inhibitor- what?” Echo stared at the kid, as she seemed to shrink even farther.
Before Omega could respond, a voice was calling his name from across the mess hall. He turned to see Hunter standing by the door, his bucket on his head. “Admiral Tarkin has requested for us to run a battle simulation. Let’s go. Both of you.” He barked before turning and disappearing through the door.
Crosshair turned back to Echo, clearly pissed. “...I’m gonna hit him.”
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“Cross, no.”
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guardian-of-hope · 16 days
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Okay, so Joker.
Terrible, terrorizing Joker.
Twists Arkham psychiatrists and psychologists.
Bribes and twists and blackmails guards.
How "quality" is his medical care, do you think? Does he get a proper physical? Blood tests?
Or has the Joker become so synonymous with terror that the medical staff skip things, ignore steps, do the bare minimum?
What if it is not a Bat go mad, or Hood's bullet, or Robin's sword or any one of a million deaths of rage or pain or terror as he has given to so many?
What if the Joker dies of a medical condition, a terminal illness, a cancer, perhaps. Something that could have been treated if caught at the right moment.
Something that, at the end of the day, wasn't.
That wasn't found until long after too late.
Joker dies alone and in pain from the enemy he never knew he had to defeat, his own body.
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howdoyoudothedew · 5 months
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Rated: G
Pairing: Soundrod (Hot Rod/Soundwave)
Word Count: ~1k
A/N: @whumptober no.16 "Don't go where I can't follow", established soundrod
There is a war coming. Hot Rod can feel it in the air; can feel it in the speeches; can feel it in the way Megatron and Optimus’ daily trips to Maccadam’s slowly get louder and end more and more with one of them storming out and the other staring forlornly at their back; can feel it in how tightly Soundwave holds him when they recharge. It scares him. Because he knows his conjunx and he knows himself. He knows they will end on different sides of this war. He is too loyal to Optimus and Soundwave is too loyal to Megatron for anything else to happen. Both of them are duty bound.
A week before the war starts, they are both quiet. Hot Rod doesn’t ramble. Soundwave’s speakers are silent. Even Lazerbeak seems to feel the weight in the house, constantly shifting and never perching in a single soot for long but never going far from Soundwave. He knows Soundwave’s thoughts have traveled the same paths his own have. That’s why it surprises him when Soundwave asks quietly, “Don’t go where I can’t follow.”
It hurts to smile, but Hot Rod does it anyway. “I have to.” Soundwave’s face falls, but Hot Rod knows he understands. There are unspoken apologies in Hot Rod’s optics, unspoken longings and wishes, and Hot Rod knows Soundwave understands them, too. Hot Rod hopes they’ll be together again at the end of the war. He knows them both well enough to know the only way they won’t be is if someone manages to kill one of them. He knows Soundwave won’t die. Knows that his conjunx is strong, trusts that he will survive. Hot Rod hopes that he will survive, too, so he doesn’t have to leave Soundwave’s side permanently.
The night before the war starts, Soundwave holds him like he never wants to let go and Hot Rod holds him back the same despite knowing they’ll need to separate with the day.
The day the war starts, Hot Rod and Soundwave share the last kiss they will share for a very long time.
The one good thing about the Quintessons is how the roles of ‘autobot’ and ‘decepticon’ become worthless. They fight a lot, once Soundwave is finally released from the parade, over small things and dumb things and some things that are neither small nor dumb. Every moment alone they can snatch, they spend together. They finish the entire training simulator multiple times, just the two of them. Hot Rod never imagined when the war started that he would end up as a commander and he is glad with Soundwaves return, he is not alone as Optimus was. He nearly forgot having Soundwave at his side makes him stronger. With him, Hot Rod truly finally believes they can win. He finally believes the war can end. Both of them. Though with their small band slowly trying to save everyone from a parade that was slowly draining them, the first already felt over.
Then the Quintessons and their created Judge are gone and for the briefest second, Hot Rod thinks he may get to fix their planet with his conjunx by his side. And instead, Megatron makes a stupid decision that makes his denta grind and makes his spark stop. That makes Hot Rod realize unlike Soundwave and himself, Megatron has forgotten that Optimus and him shared the same goals originally and theoretically still did. Maybe Optimus has forgotten, too. Hot Rod looks at his conjunx and he does not want it to be the last time he has to see him without a physical wall in the way. So, later when they are alone, Hot Rod echoes the same words Soundwave asked him back before the war started and hopes that maybe, just maybe, Soundwave will give the answer he was unable to give.
Soundwave doesn’t. Hot Rod asks, “don’t go where I can’t follow,” and Soundwave has an uncharacteristic moment of hesitation as he no doubt remembers speaking those same words, and echoes Hot Rod’s back, “I have to”. Maybe other bots would be, but Hot Rod isn’t upset or mad about it. Even in their stupidity, Soundwave is stubbornly loyal to Megatron and Hot Rod is stubbornly loyal to Optimus. Even as their leader’s issues literally split their planet in half, they remain bound by duty. Split apart on different sides.
Hot Rod hopes the stupid wall shorts out forever.
Hot Rod knows Soundwave is going to do it before he moves. His frame hurts from Tarn’s punches, metal buckled in painfully against his protoform and lines, and his audials are ringing, but he still hears Soundwave clearly. Hears Soundwave’s, “You will pay for this.”
Hears Soundwaves foot hit the ground to knock everyone away.
And Hot Rod knows what Soundwave will do. What movements he will make. He grits his denta and turns to his side so he can see him
“Soundwave.” Hot Rod calls from under Tarn. “Please, don’t go where I can’t follow.” Because there will be no reunion this time. No fights or kisses or rolled eyes about their leader’s inability to get their scrap together without dragging all of Cybertron into the middle of it. Hot Rod hurts. It has nothing to do with any of the injuries Tarn has inflicted. Hot Rod hurts. And Hot Rod just wants to be held tightly after this.
Soundwave doesn’t respond, though Hot Rod knows he hears him, and walks unwavering into his deactivation.
Lazerbeak pulls at Hot Rod’s exhaust pipes and pecks at his helm till he follows him. He has no clue where he’s being led, only the feeling that it has something to do with the two days Lazerbeak scared him by going missing after refusing to leave his side since Soundwave’s sacrifice. He’s led to the ruins of the house he could never bring himself to repair without Soundwave. And it feels like his vocalizer breaks.
There is music in the air. Light, and airy, and dare he say magical sounding. It would probably make him snort, if he could breathe. He has not heard music in so long.
“Hot Rod.” His intake fills suddenly.
“Soundwave?” Hot Rod asks, says, gasps for air. Lazerbeak does a circle and lands on Soundwave’s shoulder. It’s enough to make Hot Rod stumble forward. He takes Soundwave’s helm between his servos; he examines his optics; he moves to grip Soundwave’s own servos tightly. The whole time that music is playing and it’s the best music Soundwave has ever heard. It sounds like victory. It sounds like peace, finally. It sounds like home.
“You’re back,” Hot Rod says.
“Affirmative,” Soundwave says. And Hot Rod laughs, grief being washed out by relief, and Soundwave rests his helm against Hot Rod’s and holds him tightly like he was the one to deactivate himself to protect his conjunx and free a group of perfect decepticons from tyranny. Hot Rod holds him back just as tight.
Eventually it will be time to return. Eventually they will have to break away and go back to the city. There is still a lot to do with Cybertron, even with Optimus working to rebuild. Shadowstriker has been his second as he leads in Optimus’ place, and while she has done her best, she is no Soundwave and doesn’t truly want to have that position. It will be nice to relieve her; it will be nice to have his conjunx by his side again.
Eventually they will have to separate to do everything they need to, to follow the new duties they have in peacetime, but neither will voice the words they did before, because they both know neither will go where the other can’t follow again. Cybertron is finally at peace. They can finally just be again. Maybe their old house will finally be repaired.
It is so easy in this moment to surge up as Soundwave tips his helm down and press their lips together, so that is what Hot Rod does.
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lizzy-redheart · 4 months
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The true colors potion - Chapter 1 - springrose44 - Trolls (DreamWorks Movies) [Archive of Our Own]
Rating:
General Audiences
Archive Warning:
No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories:
F/M , Gen
Fandoms:
Trolls (DreamWorks Movies)Trolls - Fandom
Relationships:
Branch/Poppy (Trolls)Branch & Poppy (Trolls)Branch & Creek (Trolls)Branch & Grandma Rosiepuff (Trolls)Branch & King Peppy (Trolls)Branch & The Snack Pack (Trolls)Poppy & The Snack Pack (Trolls)King Peppy & Poppy (Trolls)
Characters:
Branch (Trolls)Grandma Rosiepuff (Trolls)Poppy (Trolls)King Peppy (Trolls)Biggie (Trolls)Smidge (Trolls)Creek (Trolls)Guy DiamondDJ Suki (Trolls)Satin (Trolls)Chenille (Trolls)Original CharactersFuzzbert (Trolls)Cooper (Trolls)Original Male Character(s)Original Female Character(s)
Additional Tags:
Grey Branch (Trolls)Branch Needs a Hug (Trolls)Alternate UniverseRomanceSlow RomanceCharacter DeathSecretsPotionsFamily SecretsMinor Original Character(s)Background Character DeathAlternate Universe - Canon Divergence.
Summary:
After losing his colors due to grandma death branch trun to temporarily solution to solve his gray situation problem he make a potion that will let him have his true colors for about 12 hours before the effects of the potion wear off so branch detriment that none of the trolls know that he truned gray drinks this potion daily as well as he have a supply of this magic potion so he can never run out .
What if branch had a close family friend to some how look after him after his grandma death ? & what if that family friend knows of branch secret ?
Poppy have a feeling that this shy , akwakard teal blue troll isn't what he seems she have a feeling that he's hiding a big secret from all the trolls and poppy is so determined to find out what it is
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evilwriter37 · 14 days
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It's thinking about Hiccup doing badly mentally, emotionally and physically after becoming chief in the wake of his father's traumatic murder hours.
Oooooooooooh, yes yes yes!!! Always a good time!!!
Let the man have a breakdown, gdi!
Dreamworks I will pay you to see a fully voiced, animated Hiccup breakdown. Jay Baruchel would probably do it in a heartbeat.
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braxiatel · 4 months
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Mr jumbo?? 👉👈
(For the drawing requests)
This is the only one I ended up having time for.
Guy who has had a no good horrible terrible day not least because of fences
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This was the first time I’ve tried working with a randomly generated colour palette. Overall I’m pretty happy with it even if I wish I’d had time to do more of a background
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made-by-moon · 4 months
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Remus Lupin and Another Moment of Grief
Remus stood on the cold stone. High arch towering over him with milky fog falling from its top. Harry was safe. Devastated, crying, grieving but nonetheless safe. For now. Remus could shed a few tears of his own while standing in front of the Veil. He was so tired of grieving. It seems that was all he was doing for over a decade now. But even then, there was hope. A little sliver of light, locked behind the walls of Azkhaban. He never stopped hoping that Sirius was innocent. And when he finally could say it with certainty, "he didn’t do it, he didn't betray us, he didn't betray me", the man was gone. He knew that just like when he lost Marlene or James or Lily or many others that were victims to this cruel, senseless war, no amount of tears or desperate prayers could bring him back. So finally, it all came back to the beginning. He was lost and in pain. But this time, he was not a child. There was no one to hold his hand and guide his steps. He was completely, devastatingly alone.
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hellkaisersangel · 2 years
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Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader 
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Summary: He didn’t run away this time. He was brave, and he tried to buy more time to save his friends. But now you and Dustin have to tell Eddie goodbye. 
T/W: Canon character death
"Oh God…no….no…" you whispered to yourself as your feet stumbled over a fallen Demobat, "Eddie…" 
You don't remember anyone else following you and Dustin through the gate but the sound of feet running on the pavement met your ears. 
Only when you saw Dustin cradling Eddie's bloodied body did you realize the sound of running was you, your chest heaving as you sucked in the humid, thick air of the Upside Down. It filled your lungs like lead and sent a wave of nausea through you. 
Dustin was saying something to Eddie, his face tear stained as you fell to your knees next to them. You ignored the stinging bite of the broken pavement tearing at your skin as your eyes took in the chewed and mangled abdomen of your boyfriend. You couldn’t tell the difference between ripped fabric and torn flesh. Your stomach rolled and churned as the heavy metallic smell of blood filled your nose.
"Eddie? Eddie, oh my God."  You pleaded as you reached to place your hand on his chest. 
"Th-there she is…there's m-my girl." He managed a smile as his eyes slowly moved to look at you, "H-hey, beautiful."
"Hey, yourself." You choked out as you wrapped him in your arms, Dustin releasing his hold as Eddie attempted to tuck himself into your lap, "Careful." 
Your voice was barely above a whisper, tears sliding down your cheeks and mixing with the blood he'd managed to spit from his mouth. He tried to draw in a deep breath but started wheezing and coughing, a deep rattle in his chest as he groaned from the pain. 
"I'm right here, Eddie. I'm right here." 
"Th-this was n-not…not how I plan…planned to t-tell you this…oh God I hurt." 
He sucked in another breath and tried to muster more energy to speak. He turned his head away from you and spat out blood. You found yourself sliding his bandana off and running your fingers through his damp curls, something you knew he loved.
You giggled softly at the expressions on Dorothy and Blanche’s faces as Rose began one of her famous ‘Back in St. Olaf’ stories on The Golden Girls. Eddie’s head lay in your lap, your fingers gliding through his curls with ease and your nails tenderly scratching at his scalp. You reached over with your free hand and grabbed a handful of popcorn, offering some to him before sticking some in your mouth.
“Eddie? Baby?” you asked and finally looked down at him. His breathing was slow and steady, his eyes closed and his thick lashes splayed out on the tops of his cheeks. Your heart melted at the sight of seeing your boyfriend sleeping for the first time, and so peacefully at that. Slowly you reached above him and tugged the old crocheted blanket off the back of the couch, trying to carefully spread it over him. His eyes fluttered open when you had to move your hand from his hair to tuck the blanket around his shoulders and he turned his head to look up at you. 
“Hi, Sleeping Beauty.” you teased playfully and he gave you a scowl that quickly softened into a smile. 
“I’m not sleeping, just resting my eyes.” he protested but couldn’t hide the yawn that shortly followed. 
“Go back to sleep, baby.” He smiled and leaned up to press his lips to yours, wrapping his arms around your waist before tucking his head back into your lap. You resumed playing with his hair and before the next commercial break he was sound asleep again.
"I h-had a whole f-fucking thing planned…for you so I c-could tell you." He wheezed as he tried to suck in another deep breath, his eyes screwing shut in pain and aggravation, "I can't…I can't die before you kn-know." 
"You're not gonna die, Eddie, you're not okay? You're gonna stay with me and we're gonna get you help. We have our date after this? Remember?” His lips pressed together firmly, his chest heaving with a sob as he looked up at you and the corners of his mouth pulled into a knowing frown, “You're gonna be fine, you're gonna…"
He cut you off with a whisper of your name and you bit your bottom lip as you choked back a sob. 
"I l-lo…I love you, sweetheart. I have…I have loved you since I met you. There was just…is just so-something about you…I fell so h-hard…so fast…" 
"Eddie." You sniffled and curled your body forward, pressing your forehead to his and letting out a small whimper when he brought his head up to rub the tip of your nose with his. 
"Don't…don't cry, baby girl. I'm h-here still."
"I love you too, Eddie Munson." Your voice cracked and hot tears fell to his skin. He managed to tilt his head and kiss you softly once, twice, and at the third time you slid your hand to the back of his neck to help support him and held your lips to his for just a moment longer. 
"I got…I got bl-...blood on your mouth…I'm sorry…" 
You shook your head and kissed the tip of his nose, his hand coming up shakily to rest on your arm. 
"I wanted a wh-whole future t-together…this is so…so shitty." The tears on his face were his now and he gulped in a breath, wincing in pain, "But I didn't run…I t-told Henderson I didn't…I didn't run away this time." 
"You didn’t.” You whispered with a soft smile, your fingertips brushing his tears away.
"Henderson…the ring…please." He managed and Dustin scooted closer to grab Eddie's hand, pulling off his class ring and placing it in his shaking palm. His chest crackled and rattled as he sucked in air, his breathing starting to slow and his skin growing clammy. 
"I w-want…you to have this. And please…" 
His voice started to slow and he coughed hard, blood bubbling out of his mouth and running out the corner towards his hair.
"Please don't f-forget me…forget u-us…" 
"I could never in a thousand years forget you, Eddie Munson." You whisper and he smiled, those big brown doe eyes crinkling at the corners. 
And for a moment, you see your beautiful, soft boy underneath the blood, dirt, and fear. 
Eddie Munson. 
Your shy, sweet, gentle metalhead who always knew how to make you laugh. Who sung your praises to anyone who would listen and spoke as if you were a queen and he wasn't worthy of being in your presence. Who sang your favorite songs at the top of his lungs with you in his van on your long rides through the back roads of Hawkins. Who cooked you his famous "Eddie Spaghetti" every Friday night with garlic bread and lemonade and you two would eat while you watched a movie you both picked to rent out. 
Your Eddie Munson. 
Who was now struggling to breathe but had managed to slip his class ring onto your left hand. His chest heaved in quick shallow breaths and he was beginning to groan and whimper with every slight move he made. 
"It was my year…finally my year…gonna graduate…got th-the girl…of my dr-dreams…"
He was struggling to focus his attention on you now and you stroked his pale cheek with the back of your hand. His eyes were trying to roll back but he would keep fighting to look at the two of you.
"It…it all hurts…so b-bad…" he moaned as he tried to maintain eye contact. 
"Don't fight, my love." You whimper and cup his cheek in your hand. You couldn't stand to see him in pain, to see him struggling to hold on. You knew, you all knew, there was no getting him out of there, "Go if you…if you need to, okay? You fought so hard, my sweet boy." 
“I just…wanna…go back with you…just go…home…”
You wrapped your arms around him and pulled him to you as your body shook with quiet sobs. He squeezed his hand on your arm as best he could, his skin colder now and his grip trembling. 
And then you felt it and your heart plummeted into your gut.
His final breath brushed the skin of your neck, his body slumping in your arms. You let out a hollow, pained scream into the top of his hair as his grip left your arm and his hand hit the pavement. Dustin placed a shaking hand on your back before pulling you into a hug, his tears soaking into your shirt and hair as the two of you cried. 
"We gotta get out of here." Dustin choked out, moving to his feet and trying to pull on your arm. 
"N-no, I'm not-" You hiccupped as you sobbed into Eddie’s hair, your arms tight around him. You knew he was gone, you knew he was not coming back and yet everything in you pleaded to whatever higher being that may be out there and listening that they would bring him back to you. 
"I'm not ready to say goodbye, Dustin. I can't leave him, please don't make me leave him." You begged and Dustin knelt down, pulling your face up to look at him. 
"I promised Eddie before we even got down here that no matter what, you would be safe and right now we are not safe. I have to get us out of here and back home. He's not here, Y/N. That body is not him anymore so please, let me uphold my promise and let me protect you." You swallowed hard and looked back down at Eddie then up at Dustin with a nod. 
“Just a second.” You pleaded and with a slight hesitation Dustin agreed. You turned to Eddie and carefully laid his body on the pavement. You stroked his cool cheek, tucked his curls behind his ear and wiped a tear that rested in the corner of his eye. 
“My brave hero.” You reassured him in hopes that somehow, someway, he’d hear you, “Wherever you are I will find you there someday. Wait for me.” With a final kiss to his lips you slowly stood and Dustin took your hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze and taking off with you through the mess of fallen Demobats towards Eddie’s trailer. 
It didn’t take you long to get back through the gate and you froze as you stood in the living room. You swallowed hard and looked around the room as you felt your heart pounding in your chest. 
“Y/N?” Dustin asked and you wrapped your arms around yourself, “Hey, let’s go, okay?” 
“Hold on, there’s something I need.” 
You took off towards the end of the hall and with a deep breath you opened the door to his room. You had to brace yourself against the doorframe as the room began to spin when you realized he’s really not there.
And he never will be again. 
You stumbled to the bed and grabbed his pillow so you could bury your face in his smell one last time. 
“Good morning, Sunshine.” Eddie whispered in your ear as he moved up your back and nuzzled his face into the back of your neck. You groaned softly and rubbed your face into his pillow, smiling as you heard him chuckle and felt his hand moving your hair away from your bare back. 
“Come on, baby girl, let me see that beautiful face.” His morning voice was deep and husky and you couldn’t help the want building up inside of you. You turned your head just enough to peek at him with one eye still heavy with sleep and his smile made the blush burn on your cheeks. 
“Good morning.” You murmured softly and smiled so wide at his excited face that your cheeks started to hurt, “What’s got you all excited?”
“I woke up to a beautiful woman in my bed whose naked body I worshipped the night before. Which reminds me, what day is it?” 
“Sunday.” You answered and squealed in delight as he buried his face in your neck and tickled the sensitive skin with kisses and small bites. 
“Perfect! Just in time for morning service at The Church of Y/N.” 
You laughed as he rolled you over and moved over you, his bottom lip pulled between his teeth as his eyes moved down to admire your bare body with a very hungry gaze.
You held the pillow tightly to your chest and looked around his room, your eyes stopping on his guitar hanging on his mirror. You loved to watch him play, longing to kiss the little furrow between his brows as he would sit and tune the guitar and play a few chords to test the sound. 
His mirror around the guitar was plastered with concert tickets, magazine articles and pictures, and Polaroids of your friends and Hellfire meetings. He had been so excited when you showed up to his trailer one day with the camera in hand. He couldn't stop taking pictures of club meetings, of your random adventures together, of things that reminded him of you. His walls hung with posters of his favorite bands. When you turned your attention to his nightstand was when the tears started again. 
Propped against his alarm clock were two Polaroids. 
One was you he had taken after you two had spent a hot summer morning swimming at Lover's Lake in between moments of making love when you knew no one else was around. You had been exhausted as he packed the van back up and when he had gotten into his seat he saw your head resting against the window, a small smile on your sleeping face and your skin bathed in the sunlight that filtered through the forest canopy overhead. You had woken up at the click of the camera and looked over at him as it printed out with a raised eyebrow. My Angel was written across the bottom of the picture in Eddie's messy writing and dated.
The other, named Best Day Ever, was propped right next to it and you smiled and laughed softly as a new wave of tears hit. The two of you smiling at each other after having just shared a kiss in the booth at the local McDonald’s; your foreheads pressed together and the tips of your noses touching. 
"I remember taking that picture." Dustin said from the doorway, "We had had a Hellfire meeting that morning and he couldn't wait for all of us to meet up with you for lunch. He had just officially asked you to be his girlfriend and I managed to take a photo at the right time." 
"He was so easily loveable, wasn't he?" You asked softly and looked up at him, "He loved you, Dustin. He always told me you were the little brother he had always wanted." 
Dustin brought his arm up and wiped more tears away on his sleeve. He stepped into the room and over to the dresser where he opened the top drawer and grabbed a Hellfire shirt. He laid it out and grabbed Eddie's bottle of cologne, giving it a few quick sprays and turning back to you. 
"He'd want you to have this…I want you to have it too. I don't care if you never played with us, you were an honorary member. You always brought us drinks and food, you hung out with us when we took breaks, you sat and watched us for hours when you didn't have to." 
"Dustin, are you sure?" 
"Absolutely." He limped forward and held it out to you and you gingerly took it, folding the t-shirt carefully and setting it in your lap. You tucked the two Polaroids into the shirt and stood, wiping your tears as you took one more look around his room. 
"He meant it, you know?" You looked over at Dustin and tilted your head just slightly, "When he said he loved you from the beginning? He meant it. He told me about it when he was planning your date to tell you." 
"I love her, man. I fucking love her and I can't wait to tell her." Eddie said as he leaned his head back on his seat, his fingers drumming on the steering wheel anxiously. You were in your house getting changed and Dustin and Eddie stayed in the van waiting on you. 
"It's pretty obvious, bud." Dustin laughed and Eddie smiled over at him. 
"I've loved her since I saw her that first day at the end of the cereal aisle. I gotta make this perfect for her. I wanna give her my class ring." 
"Are you proposing?" Dustin asked in surprise and Eddie burst into laughter. 
"No man, not yet, but I will one day with a proper engagement ring. Nah man, this is like a 'I'm proud to have you as my girl and I want everyone to know it’ kind of gesture. I'm gonna take her up to Lover's Lake to look at the stars. As soon as we get through this Upside Down shit and avenging Chrissy, I'm gonna tell her. I'm gonna tell her how much she means to me and how much I love her. Then I'm gonna slip the ring on her finger and ask her to accept this token of my love for her." 
"Don't chicken out." Dustin teased as he smiled at his friend.
"There's no chickening out. I've never been more sure about something." 
"You were all he was thinking about for getting through this. He loved you." 
You smiled through the tears and stepped forward to pull Dustin into a hug, thanking him softly and he nodded.
"Keep this too. Whenever you miss him just take a sniff." He pressed the bottle of cologne into your hand and you nodded, curling your fingers around the cold glass, "Let's go before we get caught." 
October, 1993
"Eddie, let's go!" You called up the stairs after checking your watch, purse in hand and your foot tapping the hardwood floor impatiently, "Eddie!" 
"Hold on!" 
The familiar truck roared as it pulled into the driveway, the gravel crunching under the weight of the tires. A door opened and closed and after a few seconds the doorbell rang throughout the house. 
"Hey, Wayne." You greeted him with a smile and stepped to the side. 
"Morning, Y/N. How're you?" He asked as he placed a hand on your shoulder with a small but firm squeeze.
“I’m…I think I’m doing okay this time.” you reassured him and he gave you a one armed hug, “He’s almost ready.”
“Eddie! Let’s go, bud!” Wayne called from the bottom of the stairs. You heard the flushing of the toilet, the water in the sink turn on then off and the slamming of the bathroom door as hurried footsteps ran across the upstairs. 
“Uncle Wayne!” the small voice shouted in excitement as its owner hurried down the stairs, “I’m so ready for today!” Wayne laughed as the child ran to him for a hug and was excitedly jumping up and down. 
“Go tell your mama bye, alright? You won’t see her till Sunday.” The small child detached from his Uncle and hurried over to you, throwing his arms around your waist and looking up at you with all too familiar big brown doe eyes.
“I love you, mama!” 
“I love you too, my sweet boy. Be good for Uncle Wayne this weekend and don’t get into too much trouble.” You said with a smile. Eddie smiled back at you, an almost carbon copy of his father and you brushed a wayward curl out of his eyes. You said your goodbyes to both of them at the door, Wayne telling you to have fun with your friends and to call if you needed anything. You thanked him for letting Eddie spend the weekend with him and after closing and locking the door you hurried up the stairs to your room, sitting on the edge of your bed and grabbing the small frame on the bedside table. 
Best Day Ever was tucked safely behind glass and you smiled as tears pricked the corners of your eyes. 
“Dustin! It’s for you!” Mrs. Henderson called from the front door after greeting you with a hug and asking how you were doing. 
“Coming!” You heard Dustin call and within seconds he had rounded the corner and greeted you with a huge smile. 
“Hey, Y/N! I’ll be back in a little while, mom! Love you bye!” With that Dustin stepped out onto the porch and walked with you over to your car where you both climbed in and you took in a steady breath, “How are you holding up?”
“I’m pregnant.” You blurted out and Dustin’s jaw dropped, “I found out earlier this week. He’ll never know, Dustin. He’ll never know he was gonna be a dad and my baby will never know him.”
“Eddie would have been a great dad, Y/N” Dustin said, “And I can’t fix the first part, but I can promise you between all of his friends, the kid will know his dad.” 
You looked up with a teary smile and Dustin grinned, reaching over and squeezing your shoulder.
“This kid's gonna have a lot of aunts and uncles who will tell them all of the crazy shit their dad got into. And we’ll all tell them how amazing their dad was.” 
It hadn’t taken long for Dustin to help you round up everyone into Mike Wheeler’s basement where he helped you break the news to your friends. You remember how quickly everyone pulled together to support you, to help reassure you that even though Eddie was gone, you weren’t going to face this alone and that your baby was going to be loved. 
Eight months after his death you welcomed a healthy baby boy with the biggest brown eyes and wondered if this was exactly how Eddie had looked when he was born. Your friends and Wayne Munson had all waited in the waiting room for the twelve hours it took you to finally deliver. Your hospital room was quickly filled with balloons, flowers, and tiny stuffed teddy bears with ‘It’s a Boy!’ blue ribbon sashes. 
Two days later you walked out of the hospital with Eddie Munson Jr. and into your new season of life. 
You had arrived home to see a very quiet surprise gathering of your friends who had come bearing gifts for the baby and dishes of food that filled the fridge and freezer. 
Nancy had quickly learned to sew throughout your pregnancy and had made a quilt for you and the baby with pieces of Hellfire shirts and Eddie’s favorite band shirts the club had managed to scrape together; the younger teens presenting the quilt to you and surrounding you with a group hug as you happily sobbed into the gift while Nancy and Wayne passed the sleeping infant back and forth. 
Robin was gushing over the baby, whispering excitedly about how she was so happy to be an honorary aunt to Steve who had already volunteered his expert babysitting services. 
You smiled at the fond memories, so thankful that your friends were still around and still highly active in yours and Eddie’s lives. 
The doorbell chiming downstairs grabbed your attention and you checked your watch, knowing that it was time for Nancy and Robin to show up to take you for your annual breakfast and shopping trip at the mall before all of your friends showed up later to have cake and drinks in honor of Eddie’s memory.
“Happy birthday, my sweet and beautiful boy.” you whispered to the picture before hugging it close to your body, “I still miss you and love you so, so much.”
With a small kiss to the glass over the picture you stood and placed the picture down in its rightful spot, grabbing your favorite cardigan on the way out the door and throwing it on over your own Hellfire shirt. You slid your shoes on and turned to look one last time at the picture, smiling and pulling the door closed. 
As you walked down the stairs and out the front door you were absent to the soft flickering of your bedside lamp where the picture rested. 
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OOF! That was rough! @lisellelascelles I hope you're proud of yourself. 🤣 Seriously though thank you for the prompt! And let me know if you were looking for something other than Bagginshield.
It Was Only a Dream
Pairing: Bagginshield
Type of Trick: Unrequited Pining
Warnings: Angst, Canonical Character Death
Word Count: 733
Bilbo had thought after everything that had happened, things would have ended differently for him. There had been the hug after he had saved Thorin’s life, the look and nod after vouching for him in Laketown, and of course the mithril that Balin had let slip exactly the worth of such a gift. Surely it had to mean something? Bilbo’s heart ached for it to mean something beyond friendship. Yet that was the word Thorin kept repeating. 
Perhaps he had only been deluding himself. Falling for a pair of blue eyes and a singing voice that had him sprinting out his door in the first place. Thorin had always made it very clear he didn’t want him. The disdain and contempt that rolled off him through the first leg of their journey should have been more than enough of a hint. However, once he had proved himself there had been a change in Thorin, and that was the part that was most painful to acknowledge. The sheer undeniable hope that had surged in Bilbo that he could get Thorin back his home, and the dwarf king would hold Bilbo in the same regard. Yet now, standing before the throne of Erebor, Bilbo didn’t know why he ever thought something so outlandish.
“Master Baggins,” Thorin remarked kindly. “My Burglar, my dear friend.”
Bilbo felt his ears wiggle in delight at the term ‘my’ coming from Thorin’s lips.
“May we part in friendship. I forgive any and all transgressions you’ve made against Erebor, and grant you leave of anything you desire in the treasury. To take back to your books, your gardens, your armchair. Truly if more people valued home above gold, the world would be a merrier place.”
Bilbo stood there completely flummoxed even as something familiar niggled at the back of his mind.
“Wait! So…that’s it then? I just…I thought…”
Thorin tilted his head to the side as his eyebrows pulled together. “Haven’t you thought of nothing but your Bag End and your warm bed?”
“Well, I…yes…but…”
“Bilbo…” Thorin soothed with his deep melodic voice. “You don’t belong here. You’ll be nothing but a burden.”
“Thorin, please, let me just…”
“This gold is minnnnnee…”
Bilbo sat up in bed, his heavy breathing filling the quiet of the dark room. Bilbo fought the covers to light a candle, letting it reveal his bedroom in Bag End. Bilbo let his head flop backwards as he sucked in a deep breath. A dream. It was just a dream. He rubbed his hands down his face. What a terrible way to remember his friend. He couldn’t rest like this. He ought to pen Thorin a letter asking to visit Erebor soon. After all, the real Thorin wouldn’t deny him a visit, even if his feelings weren’t returned. 
Bilbo fought his way to his feet. His joints feeling stiff despite working perfectly well. However, just before his feet hit the ground, a realization occurred that somehow managed to punch the air right out of his lungs. He couldn’t write Thorin a letter. He could never write Thorin again. Thorin wasn’t in Erebor living his days as king. Thorin was dead.
A strangled sound managed to gurgle its way out of Bilbo’s throat before he was sobbing right there in his bed. He couldn’t remember being this distraught in a long time. However, there was something more painful in never knowing if his feelings would have been returned. To have been rejected was one thing, to live without the only person he’s ever loved…
“Uncle Bilbo?”
Bilbo sucked in a breath at the sleepy voice in the doorway. He hastily wiped at his eyes.
“Yes, lad. What is it?” He snapped.
Frodo stood there dumbfounded for a moment. “You were crying.”
Bilbo heaved a deep sigh as he slowly lifted his head to meet his younger cousin’s steady gaze with a weak smile.
“My dreams were poor. That’s all. May you find better ones.”
Frodo hesitated for a little while longer before nodding his head and leaving with a soft ‘good night Uncle’. Bilbo sat there a little longer in his pity before deciding to follow his own advice and chase after better dreams. He blew out his candle, tucking himself back in, and pulling out his ring as he traced the smooth piece of gold. The only treasure he could find solace in after his little tragic adventure.
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A Hermes' Cabin Secret. Based off the Books only!
The Hermes Cabin isn't as big as it seems.
Warning: There is spoilers for the books here. If you hate PJO Hermes, he is mentioned here as a highly flawed but decent demigod parent so if you don't like that view; you probably won't like this post.
In mythology, Hermes appeared to have many children but not all of them are confirmed to be his aside from a few. Some may have even been fathered by other gods and mortals. It's hard to know for sure.
I think modern age Hermes is a bit different from his old self (myth counterpart) due to new changes that took him into the modern era. Some old aspects remain while others have disappeared or evolved.
In the olden days, Hermes may have had many children due to life expectancy being much lower. The world was very dangerous and people didn't generally live past 30. His demigods died in battle often or were slain by monsters and other heroes. His satyr and nymph kids could also die if caught in the crossfire of a conflict. He didn't have many immortal children like other gods. Only 1 remains now.
Author's Note:
In PJO, Pan is not explicitly mentioned as Hermes' child. He could've easily been Zeus'. In fact, after re-reading the books, I'm pretty sure he is Zeus'. Pan was either Zeus' or Hermes' kid in myth.
Tyche is a godly daughter of Zeus in PJO not Hermes (at least this is how it seems to be in HOO). She was either Zeus' or Hermes' kid in the myths with Aphrodite or she had completely different parents in the stories.
Hermaphrodite (confirmed myth child of Hermes and Aphrodite) is never mentioned in the PJO series. I don't think he exists in PJO canon.
Angelia (personification of messages and confirmed myth daughter of Hermes) is mentioned in Trials of Apollo.
With the modern age making him so much more busy, he doesn't have as many kids. Life expectancy is higher and societal norms have changed so Hermes may not appear as attractive as he used to be to mortals. Then with his devotion to May (even with her moving on from him) very likely led him to having fewer kids by TLT.
In the Hermes' cabin's special bedroom for the Hermes' kids there is only 4 beds. Hermes' sacred number also being 4. With the book's timeline as my evidence, I find there are really only 4 Hermes kids in that cabin at a given time.
It's a big cabin because of the number of unclaimed children and kids of minor gods in there too. Not because Hermes is a player as much as the fandom thinks he is. If anybody is good in bed it's both Apollo and Aphrodite. Two of the other bigger cabins at camp. With Hephaestus, Ares, Demeter, and Athena not too far behind.
Generation 1 (The first 4 kids):
Luke Castellan ("The Light Giver", the tear in Hermes' heart, died 23)
Chris Rodriguez ("The Traveler", one of Hermes' biggest regrets and failures when it comes to his kids.)
Current age: 20. Clarisse's age and 2 years older than Percy.
Entered camp at 12, defected with Luke at 14.
Current Status: With Clarisse in college/left camp.
Connor Stoll ("Strong Willed and Wise Hunter", Hermes' most determined son)
Current age: 17
Entered camp at at least 6. Was there when Annabeth was 7.
Current Status: At camp and the head cabin counselor.
Travis Stoll ("The Hard Worker", Hermes' most diligent son)
Current age: 18 (Percy and Annabeth's age)
Entered camp at at least 7. Was there when Annabeth was 7.
Current status: In college.
Generation 2 or the kids Percy brings back to CHB after TLO. Cecil arrives before Alice and Julia since we see him in HOO. The girls show up in Trials of Apollo. Hermes mentions to Percy that he has three kids needing to get to camp. These kids are those 3.
Cecil Markowitz ("The Boy from Wisconsin" and "Blind to One's Own Beauty", Hermes' most caring child)
Current age: 14 (younger than Will and around Nico's age)
Entered camp at 13 in beginning of HOO.
Current status: At camp.
Alice Miyazawa (His daughter from LA, "The Noble One", Hermes' most curious child)
Current age: 13
Entered camp at 12 at end of HOO.
Current status: At camp.
Julia Feingold (His second daughter from LA, "The Youthful One", Hermes' child that's the most young at heart.)
Current age: 14
Entered camp at 13 at end of HOO.
Current status: At camp.
The cabin now holds them plus Connor Stoll currently. After the loss of Luke and May and the regretful neglect of Chris, Hermes decides not to have any more children. Least another gets cursed by the Fates or he fails them once again. He now understands more about how much demigods do sacrifice and doesn't want any more pain for his kids. Once Connor leaves, the fourth bed will remain empty.
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Like a Bird in Flight Ch 1
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Warnings: Language, References to Canon Character Death, Family Fluff
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In the summer of 1998, Maia Bradshaw met Miguel “Mickey” Garcia--the boy who would become her best friend and the boy who, from that moment on, would always be there for her.
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Summer 1998
Maia was sitting on the front steps watching a tan minivan pull up to the neighbor’s house. It was Mrs. Garcia’s house. She was a nice elderly lady that always shared her library with Maia when she babysat her.
“Miguel, mijo, get out of the car! Don’t keep your Abuelita waiting!” Maia perked up when she saw a boy her age get out of the van holding a GameBoy. She realized it must’ve been Mrs. Garcia’s grandson that she told her was going to spend the summer with her. She was glad that someone her age would be around. Bradley was at Baseball Camp this summer, so he wouldn’t be around to play with his younger sister. She gasped when she saw a bulldog jump out of the car behind the boy. And when it looked around as its tongue flopped around, she grinned. It saw her and excitedly sprinted across the yard toward her wagging its stumpy little tail.
“PICARD! NO!” The boy shouted as he ran after the dog. “Don’t worry, he doesn’t bite!” The boy shouted as he gripped the dog’s collar and tried to pull him away from Maia, who was grinning. She loved dogs, but her Mom told her they couldn’t have a dog. She worked too much to be able to care for a dog.
“It’s okay. He’s cute. And I love dogs!” She said as she kneeled before the dog and scratched his chin, making his stumpy little leg stomp. “I’m Maia! You must be Mrs. Garcia’s grandson. She said you were coming!” She chirped as the boy gave her a sheepish smile.
“Yeah...I’m Mickey.” He said with a grin as she smiled up at him.
“What game you playing on your Gameboy?” She asked, pointing to the Gameboy sticking out of his pocket. He grinned as he pulled it out.
“Pokémon blue, I’m level fifty already.” She lit up and reached for her own Gameboy that was sitting on the step behind her.
“I’m playing red! My Charmander is level sixty!” She said proudly, making his jaw drop.
 A week had gone by, and the two were inseparable. Carole watched from the kitchen window as the two friends played their Gameboys, leaning against each other, laughing. She noticed that Mickey’s bulldog was sunbathing nearby with Goo, the goose that still followed Maia around years later. She was already dreading the end of the summer when Mickey would return to Chicago and the two friends would be separated. But at this moment, her daughter was with her best friend and truly happy for the first time since Bradley left for Baseball Camp.
“So that’s Mickey, huh?” Maverick grinned as he saw his goddaughter animatedly talking to the curly-haired boy. He noticed she inherited Goose’s habit of talking with her hands and couldn’t help but chuckle as the boy had to duck a few times when she got too excited. He lost track of the times Goose accidentally hit him in the head when he went off on a tangent.
“They have been attached at the hip since he first arrived. And don’t you dare go out there and embarrass her like you did when Bradley had a friend come over! I know that look, and before you ask, THAT LOOK!” Carole said, shoving Maverick away from the door that led outside.
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Summer 2000
Maia was eagerly waiting on the front porch for Mickey to arrive. It had been a rough year already, and she wanted nothing more than to get a hug from her best friend. His Mom’s van barely stopped before he jumped out and ran to his friend.
“Mai!” He shouted as she cried into his shoulder. She had told him about her Mom being sick, and the Bradshaw siblings found out their Mom had cancer, which was rapidly progressing. She had called Mickey immediately after receiving the news sobbing as he listened and tried to console her at the right moments.
“Mickey, I don’t want to lose my Mom!” Maia whimpered as he took her hand and led her to the treehouse in his Abuileta’s backyard.
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 Once they were inside the treehouse, he sat on the beanbag next to her. Mickey always knew when Maia needed someone to listen or just sit next to her. He held her close as she sobbed. He couldn’t imagine what she must be feeling, knowing that your Mom was sick and there was a chance she might not make it. He was always close to his own Mom since his parents divorced when he was a baby.
“What did the doctors say last?” Mickey asked hesitantly, knowing the answer wasn’t good with as hard as his friend was sobbing.
“Chemo isn’t working…and Mom is getting tired of fighting…Mickey, I’m scared.” She whispered as he pulled her closer. He desperately wished he could fix things for his best friend, but he knew the best he could do was be there for her when he could.
 The two had sat in the tree house for hours, enjoying each other’s company. Maia’s head rested on Mickey’s knees as she read the latest book she borrowed from his Aubelita. It was a worn copy of the Odyssey. His portable boombox was playing one of the CDs they kept in the treehouse as they sat in silence. Mickey was lounging in one of the beanbags as he read one of his comic books. Picard was snoring away in his dog bed, following them up the stairs a while ago. The two friends were in their own little world and had not noticed Bradley and Davina coming up to get them both for dinner.
“Hey, Ducky, Mom said to get you for dinner. Uncle Mav brought some takeout.” Bradley said as he leaned against the doorframe. Davina, however, plopped down on one of the beanbags with a warm smile.
“C’mon Mick, Aubelita made that BBQ pulled pork you like. And Maia you up for coming with us to the zoo tomorrow? Even your dweeb of an older brother is coming. I need to get my fix of Capybaras. I love those little guys. And shut it, Bradshaw, they are cooler than those damn birds you like.” Davina said before turning to give a mock glare to Bradley.
“Hey! Leave the penguins out of this, Garcia!” Bradley laughed as she threw one of the throw pillows at him, which he caught and threw back at her.
 Maia was quiet as she sat at the table. Carole noticed since it was out of character for her daughter, usually, the girl was more lively and carried a conversation. But since she found out that she was sick and that the cancer was unresponsive to the chemo, she saw Maia withdrawing more and more each day. Even Bradley and Maverick were having trouble getting the girl to smile. But Carole had hope that summer with Mickey Garcia would be able to change that. Maverick gave her a worried look as he noticed his goddaughter wasn’t paying attention to anything they said.
“Hey, Ducky, Bradley said you all are going to the zoo tomorrow? That sounds fun.” He said, hoping the girl would at least respond. The most she did in response was play with the food on her plate with a hum. He couldn’t help but think Goose would know how to cheer her up, and that was when he realized exactly what to do. Gently nudging Bradley, he tilted his head toward the piano. The teen furrowed his brows a minute before realizing what his godfather was suggesting. He grinned as he jumped up and went toward the old piano. When he jumped up, Maverick noticed that Maia looked up from her plate, and her eyes followed her brother with curiosity.
Bradley played a few random notes on the piano, not once looking toward his sister to alert her that he was doing this to get a reaction. Maia was like their Dad with her love of music, she constantly had music playing, but in the last few days, she played it less and less. The following notes he played seemed to be the right ones as she perked up and listened.
“Long, long time ago, I can still remember. How that music used to make me smile, and I knew if I had my chance. That I could make those people dance. And maybe they’d be happy for a while….” He smiled when he saw her quietly tapping her finger on her fork. It was then followed by her quietly humming.
Slowly rising to her feet, Carole placed a hand on her daughter’s shoulder and held a hand out to her.
“C’mon, Ducky, dance with me?” She asked. Maia grinned and jumped to her feet to dance with her Mom for the first time in weeks. Maverick couldn’t help but laugh. Maia was so like his friend, but seeing her beside Carole, he could see she was a young version of her mother, just like Bradley was a mini-version of Goose.
 The next morning Maia woke to someone eagerly jumping on her bed and opened her eyes to see Mickey grinning, the boy had dropped Picard on her bed, and the dog was excitedly jumping at the sight of the mountain of pillows and blankets.
“MICKEY, DID YOU WAKE HER LAZY BUTT UP? THE CAPYBARAS ARE WAITING!” Davina shouted from the bottom of the stairs making the two friends snort in laughter as Maia got up and found some clothes to change into.
“I’ll see you downstairs. Wanna trade siblings, by the way? Bradley seems cooler.” Maia raised a brow and giggled.
“Nah, he’s a dork too. You think she’s weird. He has a song for folding his laundry. Mom says it was something Dad taught him, but it’s still weird.” Mickey’s eyes went wide as he bit back a laugh.
 It felt like a normal day for a change. Maia needed the distraction from the zoo trip and was glad the Garcia siblings convinced her and Bradley to join them. She watched Bradley and Davina argue over which animal to see first as Mickey sat next to her shaking his head.
“Wanna go see the koalas?” He asked as Maia grinned and eagerly nodded. Their older siblings were still arguing as the two friends walked past them, waving. Bradley was the first to notice them, quickly throwing his hand over Davina’s mouth to silence her. But when the girl glared and licked his hand, he howled in disgust, wiping his hand on his cargo shorts.
“What is wrong with you, Garcia? I was trying to stop you, to tell you that your brother and my sister are walking away!” He groaned in frustration as she said, Oh, and followed the younger two.
 By the end of the day, the four were exhausted, but Mickey said he wanted to check out the gift shop before leaving. He watched Maia look longingly at the mountain of plush animals before skimming through a rack of souvenir shirts as she watched her brother find a mug for their Mom. With a grin, Mickey picked up a small koala bear and took it to the register to pay. Bradley looked at him with a raised brow and a soft smile knowing the boy was buying it for his sister.
“She’s gonna love it.” He said, giving the boy a wink as he left the gift shop. Hiding the bag behind his back, Mickey walked up to Maia with a nervous smile.
“Here, I got you something.” He held the bag out to her as she gave him a surprised look taking the bag. She gasped when she saw a plush koala.
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“Mickey! It’s adorable! Thank you!” She said as she threw her arms around him. When she kissed his cheek, he felt his cheeks flush.
“I thought it met the Koloa-factions for the perfect stuffed animal for you.” She paused a moment as his joke registered before she burst out into a fit of laughter. He vowed to do whatever it took to get her to laugh like that. To have that smile on her face and to be the reason behind it. While she might not know about his crush on her, everyone else seemed to know, but the funny thing was he was just as clueless about her crush on him too.
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May 2001
Maia was locked in her room sobbing. Carole had passed in her sleep the night before, and Maverick found her. He had been staying with the Bradshaws to help around the house while Bradley and Maia were at school. Bradley refused to let Maia go near the room, but when the EMTs wheeled Carole out, Maia caught a glimpse. It was a sight that would never leave her. She immediately ran to her bedroom and locked the door shut. She refused to open it for anyone, including Bradley, who desperately tried to get her to open the door. Clinging to the small koala Mickey had given her the summer before, she tried to find a happy place and convince herself it was a cruel nightmare and her Mom would soon be coming into her room to wake her and tell her breakfast was ready.
“Maia, please open the door.” Bradley begged his sister as he tried to keep his own tears at bay. Maverick was sitting on the stairs, silently sobbing. He was about to bury another friend, which meant the Bradshaw children were parentless this time. He couldn’t understand why the fates took both parents from the siblings, Bradley was a month away from graduating, and Maia was about to have a piano recital. But neither Goose nor Carole would be there for those moments in their children’s lives. The sound of the front door opening made the brunet man look up as he saw Elizabeth Garcia and her two children walk in. They had taken the first flight when he called them early that morning, it was barely six am in San Diego, and he knew that the Garcias were three hours ahead. But Elizabeth booked a flight, picked up her children from school, and they arrived by lunchtime.  
“Mickey, mijo go find Maia. Davina, help me set up for lunch.” Elizabeth said, carrying in a pizza and some drinks. “Pete, oh Pete.” She said, wrapping her arms around the man as he slowly stood and went to greet her.
Mickey went up the stairs and gave Bradley a sad look before knocking on the door.
“Mai, it’s me…please open up.” He said. After a moment, the door slowly opened to reveal a sobbing Maia who wrapped her arms around her friend, who held her close and soothingly rubbed her back.
The funeral had been a beautiful service. As per Carole’s request at the grave site, everyone was to wear bright colors, and she requested that George Harrison’s song All Things Must Pass was to be played before everyone celebrated her life. Mickey stood by Maia’s side the whole time, holding her hand and being the shoulder to cry on when she needed it. He looked around and saw several men in Hawaiian shirts, and when he tilted his head in confusion, Bradley gave a sad smile.
“It’s for my Dad, he used to wear Hawaiian shirts all the time. She is buried next to him.” He whispered as the younger boy looked down to see a headstone next to the grave.
LTJG Nicholas Edward Bradshaw 
“Goose” 
Loving Husband, Father and Friend
July 19, 1962 - July 29, 1986
He remembered Maia mentioning a Dad she had never met, but he knew very little of the man. 
After the service, the guests met at the Bradshaw’s small bungalow for a cookout. Mickey had never seen so many Naval men in one place outside of his trip to Annapolis a few years ago. But he couldn’t help but be amazed at how many showed up in support of the Bradshaw siblings and their Uncle Maverick because they saw them as family. He wished he could have friends like that when he was an adult. He knew he’d always have the Bradshaw siblings, but to have even more would be a dream come true. 
Speaking of Maia, he turned to look at her, and his heart skipped a beat. She was in a beautiful yellow spaghetti strap sundress with white flowers and her favorite white low-top Converse. Her blonde curls were pulled back in a braid that rested over her shoulder. She was twirling around with one of the men she called her uncle to the music playing. For the moment, she was smiling; she was celebrating her Mom’s life and was surrounded by friends and family. 
“Go ask her to dance, kid.” A voice said, making him jump. It was another one of her many surrogate uncles, this one he remembered her calling Uncle Ice. “Ron will gladly let you step in.” He said with a knowing grin. With a nod, he made his way over and felt himself blush when she stopped twirling to smile at him. She reached for his hand and spun him around with a giggle. Her uncle nodded as he walked away to grab himself a drink.
“Playing matchmaker again, Ice?” The man said with a grin as he sipped his beer; the blond grinned.
“And if I was? He makes her happy, and that girl deserves all the happiness in the world.” He said with a shrug sipping his own drink.
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