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a-local-idiots-shitpost · 1 year

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Can I request the brothers with a half demon MC?

Yes and I hope you´ll like it, I also added Diavolo because I thought it would be interesting, hope you don´t mind :D

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Lucifer:

a half Demon? how interesting, it seems like Diavolo´s plan to unite all three realms already succeeded, even more so without them knowing

honestly he will be a lot more strict in the beginning simply because he thinks your more durable than a simple Human

I mean he´s right you are more durable than a simple Human but he still shouldn´t treat you like his Brother

he´s pretty brutal sometimes

after that? I mean everybody knows they will be simps

but he will show you of every chance he get´s only difference between normal Mc is that when you can use your Demon form he will invite you only to show off

bonus points if your a Pride Demon, this will just increase his Pride

Mammon:

during the first meeting he mistook you for a new Demon and tried to take your money

needless to say Lucifer caught him

didn´t stop him from trying to take your money afterwards though, or any time after this until you got your pact with him

he will definitely say he doesn´t care that your partially Demon but watch his face when he finds out your Parent was a Greed Demon, which in turn also means you are one

he´s trying to impress you with things any Greed Demon would be impressed with, mostly a lot of valuables

it might take him a while to understand that you won´t be swayed by this

and that you don´t even act like Greed Demons usually do (blame the Human parts)

Leviathan:

he feels threatened by you for some reason??? a Human who until a short while ago didn´t even know they were partially Demon???

or maybe it´s because he can tell your an Envy Demon and doesn´t want you taking his title, actually would that even be possible?

Whatever! he only needed you to trick Mammon no reason for the both of you to ever interact again

if only he knew that not only will he eat those words but also deeply regret them

because not only are you very charming but now he has someone who can understand his Envy

I mean his Brothers can say they understand how he feels (they won´t) but there is no one better than Envy Demon to know what another Envy Demon is gong through with!

even if they are just half

honestly I feel like you guys could have an even deeper bond, more so if you´re an shut in Otaku too (but he probably won´t believe you)

Satan:

was genuinely curious if your birth was as weird as his

he knows it won´t be but he´s curious about the challenges of a Half Demon, Half Human (especially if you´re a Wrath one)

did it cause you problems later in live? for example more aggressive behavior? social isolation? trouble seeing yourself as your own person and not an extension of your parent?

the last one might be more personal

will definitely invite you to fuck shit up with him and maybe the occasional murder

just casual Wrath bonding you know?

he´s very curious about your life until you meet them, for example how old are you? I´m sure you´ll live a lot longer than the average Human

oh? why he´s asking that? no reason :)

Asmodeus:

doesn´t matter what type of Demon you are, even if you were his own Sin, as long as you aren´t interesting he won´t care about you

until he finds out you are immune against his charm and of course most important of all the untapped potential and power you have

then he´s all over you, the both of you are actually quiet inseparable

more so because of Asmo but you also enjoy spending time with him a lot

he´s very nice to you and always makes you look great

when he doesn´t get distract by you literally just looking at him that is

if that happens he will drop (metaphorically of course, those things are very expensive!) everything to keep eye contact with you

despite his charm being very useful it´s just so nice to look someone in the eyes without them being under his spell

I mean of course you are under his spell but it´s not because of Magic<3

Beelzebub:

definitely won´t like you staying with them

what if you eat his food? he knows best how Gluttony Demons are, even if you say no there is no way you would be able to hold back

didn´t believe you when you said Mammon made you eat the Custard and actually tried to kill you

Lucifer was actually surprised that despite this both of you befriended each other

Beel literally went from “I don´t want them” to “if anything happened to Mc I would kill everybody and then myself”

because your friends now he doesn´t mind sharing his food with you either, especially when he notices you haven´t eaten in a long while (ten minutes)

he does not know because your only Half Demon your Sin doesn´t affect you as bad

Belphegor:

well this will be awkward

I mean you did free him and made pacts with his brothers, but your still partially Human so…

yeah he was still a dick but at least he hesitated for a moment and got kicked in the face :)

which ended in a brawl between both of you, they needed Beel and Mammon to separate both of you

after that you became friends? everybody is just as confused as you on how this works

honestly it seems like the only time he was interested in you being partially Demon was when both of you meet

now he just uses you as his pillow and doesn´t care what you are

Diavolo:

a Half Demon how marvelous! he didn´t even start the exchange program and it already shows results

now all he need to find you an Angel and all three Realms would be united…

oh you heard that!? oh… you didn´t actually? great! it wasn´t anything interesting anyway!

spoilers he will regret thinking about setting you up with an Angel, he thinks you would be a better ruler for the Devildom :D

he´s definitely interested in the history of your family, which parent is the Human? did you ever enter the Devildom? can you use magic? do you have a Demon form? and countless more

maybe you would be willing to talk with him over Dinner?

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dameronology · 2 years

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hcs for steve x henderson reader please?

ofc!!

the scenario as to how you're a henderson sibling is ambigious; could be adopted, biological, whatever u prefer😌

you 100% met through dustin

i mean you probably knew each other already, because you're a similar age and hawkins high isn't massive but you actually properly, meet through dustin

your baby brother is an adventurous kid; he's out at all hours of the day getting up to god knows what and you know he sneaks out his window past curfew when your mum thinks he is asleep

it's whatever, really; you know he's good at heart and probably isn't getting into trouble. you were the same when you were his age

you meet steve for the first time in unfortunate circumstances; you were meant to pick dustin up from a d&d meet but the thought completely slipped your mind

steve drops him off on the doorstep about two hours later with a very grumbly, curly haired kid by his side

"you forgot about me! what's more important than me?"

you send dustin inside and profusely apologise to and thank steve at the same time; he finds it quite funny actually because honestly how could you forget about someone as persistently loud and annoying as your little brother??

you bond over the fact he's a great, if not irritating kid

steve sees you in a coffee shop a few days later & you buy him a cup to say thank you for your mistake the other night

you end up talking for hours and he asks you out

from there it's an uphill trajectory of literally just falling in love with him

you hide it from dustin at first; there's no telling how he'll react

steve likes to think he'll be jealous because even though he shouldn't care what some kid thinks, he definitely feels a pang of something everytime dustin calls him all like "don't worry about picking me up later, eddie's gonna give me a ride!"

and harrington would like to think that dustin would extend the same courtesy to him

dustin finds out by accident; you're on the phone to steve one day, hanging up and saying you love him, and dustin goes "oh, i love you too steve, i'm sorry i missed your call. we're good right?"

and when he hears you go FUCK OFF, DUSTIN! he realises he meant the other henderson

there's no anger. maybe a little that you felt the need to hide it from him but overall, dustin is absolutely obsessed with the idea of you two

your mum, a little less so. she's always been a little weary of steve, ever since mrs wheeler told her one day at brunch about what a bad influence he was on nancy

(barely tho, but yanno how ma's can be)

you don't really care; you're old enough to move out if you want and tbh most her nervous energy is focused on dustin because she swears 11 times a week that he's gonna cause her a stroke from stress

your lil brother loves movie nights with you!! he'll sit in the middle of you and steve because he can't read the room

you're both super over protective of him; one time some kids in school gave him shit for his cleidocranial dysplasia and you and steve basically corned them in the parking lot

he tries to rope you both into playing d&d and it only worked once

overall, you're like a little family and dustin loves it

#asks #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington imagines #steve harrington x you #steve harrington oneshot #steve harrington #stranger things x reader #stranger things imagine #stranger things imagines #stranger things #steve harrington x henderson reader #steve harrington x henderson! reader

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mononijikayu · 2 years

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chapter ii.

chapter ii.

Rating: M

Warning: Violence, Scenes of Blood, Targaryen Incest;

Summary: In which MELLARA TARGARYEN, comes to the rescue to DAEMON TARGARYEN’S troubles;

[it was no secret that the rogue prince thrived in violent acts and vicious tirades. most especially when he and his beloved brother the king argued.......in one of his rages after his exile, the prince commanded that prisoners of dragonstone be brought to him with sword in hand to duel. the keep did not sleep well through the bloody screams of unfortunate men. it had been the arrival of princess mellara that had calmed him....... she had the isle's entire gratitude.]

- maester aeron targaryen; adust.

A D U S T m a s t e r l i s t

< you and i burn together or we shall die trying >

chapter i / chapter ii / chapter iii / chapter iv / chapter v chapter vi / chapter vii / chapter viii / chapter ix / chapter x chapter xi / chapter xii / chapter xiii / chapter xiv / chapter xv chapter xvi / chapter xvii / chapter xviii

Mellara Targaryen knew that Daemon did not take well to his emotions. This was all she could think about as she and Blacknight slowly reached the ancient keep as it imposed its on everything that stood against it. As she commanded Blacknight to soar lower in a singing tone, Blacknight heeded her as he flew lower towards the Dragonmount. For a moment, she could recall the distant flashes of her childhood come to her. The young girl she had been, a mystery to the world beyond Blackhall. All had been curious, Daemon was as much. A small smile pierces her lips as she could not help remember how similar he is to the boy he once was, as willful as his own mount to be sure.

As Mellara reflected on their shared past, an electrifying shiver ran down her spine. Fondness for her beloved at each thought of him make her feel alive. She had told her a long time ago, that she could only truly feel alive in his arms, being near him brings airs into her lungs. Meddling voices of questioning could only wonder why the daughter of beloved prince Aelor would find herself entangled with a deviant, a rogue. Butt no one understood. Only she did, who he truly was.

Daemon's mercurial nature had always been a cause for concern, to those around them. Mellara had been certain that it was the dark shadow that loomed over their love. But that did not break her resolve to be beside him, to have him take her into his arms with the same passionate fury he has with his Dark Sister. It was a part of him that she had witnessed firsthand, the dragon that he was. But somehow, she had always remained unscathed. His flames did not burn her, nor did it hurt. His passionate wrath was embraced by her with nothing but love. In turn, the rogue prince had always tempered his fiery temperament with much devotion, holding himself back from the edge of his savagery to consume him.

In their early years, when they were just children, Mellara had seen the brutality of Daemon's heated moods unleashed upon him. It was a painful memory that lingered, an indelible mark on their family's history. Valyrian steel had too often left its deadly imprint on those unfortunate enough to bear witness to Daemon's wrath. Yet, in Mellara's presence, he had become a different man—a man who knew tenderness and restraint. She was the only one who sees the love in his eyes. Untainted even by the rogue within him. She had always marveled at the depth of their connection, the unspoken understanding that existed between them. Only dragons like them, bonded souls tied by the fourteen flames, could ever understand. Not even if they try.

Blacknight landed swiftly against the volcanic rock, the princess of Blackhall thanked him with a tender kiss against the heat of his dark hard scales. Her long silver hair drifted into a dance with the mighty wind. For a moment, she could not help but regret not asking Jeyne to put her hair into a braid. Mellara had thought the silken scarf covering her head would have been enough. Her regrets became naught when her dragon roared into song, causing Mellara to laugh for a few moments, his own head raising slightly to press against her face. Mellara cooed to him like a mother would, soon then greeted with more song. This time it was an old Valyrian hymn, one she recalled her father had long sang to her as a babe.The princess cherished the lonesomeness of their company, humming along with her dragon in his beautiful song.

A few moments later, the dragonkeepers had arrived to greet her. Mellara Targaryen had swiftly shifted her knee and brought it to her other. The princess jumped down from her saddle, her long mighty silk drifting to the blissful wind. the cool air vibrant with the salty sea. Mellara could not help but take a breath against the fresh air.

It was a welcomed difference from the harsh smell of the cobbled streets of King’s Landing. The young woman in her had always adored Dragonstone. Here, she truly felt at home. Her blood could feel it, singing with kindered familiarity. Like all her cousins, she was given life by the volcanic ash that had raised their ancient keep. There had been fond memories here, brief as they may have been in her youth. Father had seldom taken her here, to celebrate occassions with family. They were rare, of course. Father had delighted being as far from the capital and his ancient home for as long as he could.

“Iksin aōha kipagon sȳrī, dārilaros?.” Keeper Valarr asks, as they walk down the rocky plains together. Was your ride well, princess?

Mellara could only smile. “ Ñuha zaldrīzes vāettan skori ziry sōvegon!” My dragon sung when he flew!

The old man laughed happily, the princess could see the fondness in his eyes. “Pār ēza daor arlinnon.” Then he has not changed.

The dragonkeepers were eagerly fond of her father, from the boy he had become and the man he came to be. Aelor Targaryen was easily came to be beloved by anyone that meets him, for he never treated others as lesser. Grandmother had recalled that her father was only a boy of eight when he bonded with the youngling Blacknight, who was only a few years out of his egg. There was both pride and apprehension when queen Alysanne has told the story, for her father had been so happy to walk into the Dragonmont without escort. Father had credited it much to his spirit for adventure and wonder, one which would continue for all his life.

Many had recalled his insistance that Blacknight had a fine singing voice. Many had thought it insanity for a dragon to be bard, but prince Aelor was persistent. He found old scrolls that detail few techniques in the library of Dragonstone, and for days he would sit by Blacknight and teach him. The young dragon was as willful as his bonded. Keeper Valarr told him how her father would wrestle the yound dragon on his boyish body, begging for him to sing. Father had been keeper Valarr’s student and was as much delightful as he was exhausted by the young prince’s energy. It had been rare for father to come around to Dragonstone in his adulthood, but keeper Valarr had constantly conversed with her father.

‘If anything, Valarr was more my father than your grandfather was.’ She recalled her father say to her one night by the hearth. She could remember his delightful smile, still. ‘He would teach you one day, I am sure. If you claim your own dragon.’

Her father was true to his words. When her father had passed on and she had claimed Blacknight for her own, Valarr himself had taken the initiative and sailed from Dragonstone to teach her how to become a dragonrider. Valarr was a strict instructor, vigorous and stern. He had not taken any liberties to treat her delicately. He had treated her the way he had done with the royal princes, as she had asked.

With Valarr's guidance, Mellara spent countless hours in the caverns beneath Blackhall, sitting in the darkness as she awaited him to come to her. It had been terrifying, to feel so small to such a majestic creature of old. Yet she knew she must do so in order for her to bond with him and thus for days and weeks, she immersed herself in the presence of Blacknight and he with her. Those many days and weeks of waiting were moments of reflections, where she could feel herself making a new friend in the face of loss.

She learned to approach the colossal beast with confidence and respect, carefully studying its behavior and anticipating its needs. And as the days turned into weeks, the bond between dragon and rider began to form.Valarr taught her the ancient Valyrian commands, the subtle language that only the dragons and their chosen riders understood. He showed her the intricacies of riding, how to navigate the skies with grace and precision. Mellara absorbed every lesson, her determination unwavering. In each small goal reached, Valarr felt himself reflecting to find more and more of her father within her.

Valarr became a fixture at the court of Blackhall. He had kept her own dragon caverns a delightful space for her dear Blacknight. In these passing years however, Valarr had been ordered to return back to Dragonstone. The old breed of dragonkeepers were slowly dying out and by the instruction of her kingly cousin, Valarr and the remaining senior dragonkeepers need to pass on their knowledge and their strength to the new generation that would come and serve their house. Mellara still kept contact with Valarr, as her father had done.

“Kessa ao umbagon bōsa, dārilaros?“ Valarr questions her. Will you stay long, princess?

“Īlon kessa ūndegon.” We shall see.

Valarr raises a brow. “Ao jaelagon naejot mazverdagon nyke umbagon?” You wish to make me wait?

“Nyke gōntan daor māzigon kesīr naejot mērī ȳdragon, raqiros.” Mellara says to him. I did not come here to only talk, friend.

“Pār dārilaros, skoros iksis aōha jorrāelagon hen Zaldrīzesdōron?“ Then princess, what is your need of Dragonstone?

“Iksis se dārilaros kesīr?” Is the prince here?

Valarr halted, his elderly lips turning tight. “Kessa, dārilaros.” Yes, princess.

“Maghagon nyke naejot zirȳla, Valarr.” She commands to him, her face strident in her desire. Bring me to him, Valarr.

“Dārilaros,” Princess,

“Sir, Valarr.” Now, Valarr.

Valarr bowed his head submissive in defeat.

Mellara smiled triumphant as he lead the way.

For a moment, she could hear Caraxes roar.

Princess Mellara insisted on going to the rest of the way by herself. Valarr was hesitant to let the princess dwell upon the castle on her own, but he knew it was a royal command. With his head bowed, he went on his way back to the Dragonmont. The princess walked stridently against ancient stone, readying herself to her mission. Mellara could not help but admit that the trip had made her a bit weary. It had been a while since she had flown on the back of her dragon, and Blacknight himself had been chained for a while. It had been necessary as he had taken to flying across the Blackwater on his own. For a moment, Mellara regretted not informing Valarr to add as many sheep as he could for Blacknight to feast upon. But now that she had made her way into the inner caverns of the ashen keep, Mellara knew it would be best to do so later.

Letting out a sigh as she glanced at the figure of the hazy smoke orbs of Mysaria, she could not help but pierce her lips. She had spoken no words to her rival. There was none that she could say. But Mellara had known Mysaria would have no need to explain what had been going on. It had been all too obvious. The sound of another strangled scream yielded across the hall beyond them, Daemon’s voice echoing brutishly in muffled echoes. Many of them have little to no experience of the way Daemon fought. From the beginning, it was a disadvantage. The dark gaze of the younger woman made Mellara sure that there was no fear in her eyes. She was used to it. But the swift scream of someone’s pain had stunned her, especially since it was louder than the previous ones.

Mellara did not like it when this happened. Closing her eyes, she lowered her head and, with it, the fine Myrish silk that covered the fullness of her hair. Daemon taunted the men, calling them to charge. With the way her lover had slashed his sword soon after, Mellara had known that the first man died as quickly as he charged. Not that it mattered if they tried to throw their knives or their chains at him. It was a foolish aim to try and win against this vagabond of a prince. The silver prince was too eager to use his skill to practice, especially with his mood. In those days, Mellara knew that he was unstoppable. He was more dragon than human, yielding the role of humanity to beastility in his anger.

"Has he slept?" Mellara asked, raising her head to gaze at the slim Lysene. "Or rested at all?"

"Ever since we arrived on Caraxes." Mysaria responded to the silver-haired lady. "He has done nothing but amuse himself like this."

Melara could not help but purse her lips in a flat line, brows furrowed. "He has not spoken at all?"

"Not to me." Mysaria’s doe gaze hardened at her. "He had called the guards to gather prisoners from the dungeons and to send for any weapons we had. Then they ordered the servants for wine. These last few days, he has gone mad.”

"That is to be expected." Mellara shook her head. " That old cunt Hightower has everyone convinced, most of all dear Viserys with all the lies in the world. Daemon does not like this, he suffers for it."

"How would you know this?" Mellara felt her lilac eyes harden at the dark-haired woman. "You were not there. Not like I."

"No." Mellara sternly responded. " He would talk, but he would not make a joke about it."

Mysaria crossed her arms, raising a brow. "Oh? And why do you feel so? "

"You may be his mistress, but I am his heart." Mellara responded with blunt reproach, a small sly twitch on her small lips. "You know the body. But me? I know the soul. I know what his heart says. So, do not question me, little dove. "

Mellara relished the red-faced gaze of the young mistress for a small moment, before turning her back upon the young woman and walking without hesitation. Mellara had not hated the Lysene mistress, she truly did not. But she could not help but feel sorrow for Daemon. Was there anyone who truly understood him? Who truly loved him beyond his flesh? Beyond what he can offer in gold coins? Did people truly come to his side, genuinely, without the fear of his Valyrian steel?

The young Targaryen did not know. Mellara sighed as she let her steps lead her towards the wide edge of the ash-colored halls, surrounded by a tall facade. Mellara knew these halls by heart, being born in the same uneven forms built upon the volcanic gruff that built over time with the burning fire of this land. That was so grim a place as it was, this ancient black stone. But it was where they all belonged. Her father had been born here, and so was she. Memories upon memories settled upon her as though they were yesterday. The harsh stone melted by dragon fire was warm, as warm as the touch of someone’s hand. It was as though her ancestors were lending her strength. She prayed that all her might was enough strength to bear the weight of a beast’s grief.

She didn't notice that she was soon descending near the path of the great hall as she watched her feet clash against the blackened stone marble. She could already see knights and servants swarming around the massive stone threshold leading to the great hall. Ugly red doors framed the threshold, shaped into a dragon’s massive belly. For a moment, the doors were thrust open with a loud thud. She saw the spikes shaped like dragon’s teeth pierced through like beams gazing down upon them. A broken lad was thrown out onto the hard volcanic bedrock, bleeding profusely with a massive gash on his belly. Piling on more blood, seeping through, he decorated it more. Soon enough, the pale man was pulled by servants by his two hands and dragged away to the depths of the volcanic caverns to be treated. Mellara squeezed her eyes shut, saying a silent prayer. That man would not make it.

Soon after, the door shut itself again and another round of harsh fighting resounded, muffled only by the sound of the large, ugly doors. She prepared herself by straightening her posture and taking a deep breath. Her mouth set into a hard line as she stopped in front of the steps that descended upon the great hall. Stepping forward, she lightly walked upon the pavement, and just as soon as she did, the blood of the fallen knights stained the white Myrish lace of her shoes. She halted as the stunned faces of the lordlings, knights, and servants alike had their eyes set upon her fearless stance. They had not expected her to arrive so soon. Mellara, though, was a dragon rider, with her dear Blacknight bringing her astride the dragon dens of Dragonstone within the breach of daylight. But she had known, perhaps that their panic had made them forget. It was not easy to handle Daemon Targaryen like this. One thought was to just ride it out like the salty sea’s crashing waves during a storm. But perhaps those are only human thoughts. A dragon's was a different one.

It was like a performance, as she walked closer towards the tall red doors baring her entrance. Mellara could remember a scene from one of those plays at court, one that mummers used to stage at the royal capital. Her soft hands laid themselves upon the round keys and, with their might, opened the massive red doors wide open. Many were cowering behind the massive wooden slabs, the red and black silks hiding the stain of fresh blood. But Mellara could see for herself that some of the fine clothes were raining down the hems of their edges as though it was summer rain.

The sound of clanking steel deepened in her ears, Dark Sister resounding with brutish grace. Mellara Targaryen allowed her agile figure to continue walking as she closed the doors behind her, her lace shoes equally soaking the hem of her vibrant lilac trim with the reddish scarlet constantly flowing from the body of another fallen man. She did not halt herself as Daemon took down another one, injuring his cheek and causing the young thief to cry out and fall onto the ground. Mellara gathered her hands together and silently approached the black marble steps towards the towering throne, its figure springing upwards from the melted magma that froze below it. Staining the steps with the engraving of fresh blood, she turned around to face the chaos of what had sprawled before her.

"Out." Daemon commanded coldly, still standing with Dark Sister at his side. His face was bloodstained, and his hair was unkempt. The weariness of his dress shirt, full of bittersweet and the blood of prisoners he killed, His tunic was thrown on the floor, torn and strewn about. Weariness was all over Daemon’s face; she could see it. Anger raged once more in cold words. But his eyes told more, more of his anger and his loss. He didn't feel like he belonged anywhere anymore. "All of you cowards, get out!"

Those cowering further away had jolted upwards, bodies still shaking as they made their way out of the hall with tears and screams. Fear swept through them, crying for the gods to protect them and to forgive them for their sins. Those who had died were unable to gather themselves, so they were left on the ground untouched and drenched in the stench of death. But Daemon did not look back. Mellara saw how quickly the servants pulled the dead, three or so, out onto the long scarlet paved hall.

Doing so as quietly as they could, as to not agitate Daemon further, they swiftly closed the doors as soon as they finished. The two cousins were finally alone. Throwing Dark Sister upon the ground, he made his way towards the lord’s throne and fell onto his knees, resting his head upon the small of her knees as though he had been a child eager for the comfort of a mother. Mellara did not say anything. Rather, she reached for his long silver hair, slowly letting her fingers comb through it. Daemon slowly closed his eyes, relishing her touch.

The somber quiet at last reigned over the dragon’s great hall.

"I did not expect you here." Daemon’s words echoed across the empty hall, beckoning with gruff fatigue.

"Nor did I." She responded by continuing to brush his silver trail with her gentle touch. "But here I am."

Daemon did not speak for a moment, slowly allowing his senses to return to him.

"You must think I have done it, don’t you?" He asked. "Do you think I have mocked our nephew's passing?"

She shook her head. "No, I do not."

"How can I be sure that I have not lost you to that old bastard’s twisted lies?" Daemon whispers to her, almost like a child. A child with a fear of losing something he loved. "Your mother seems to believe him, so does my brother."

"I am not them, my love." She whispers to him, cradling his head nearer. "You know that. I know who you truly are. "

Mellara Targaryen could not stop what the rest of the family felt about it. Her mother had grown up with the queen's mother in her youth, treating her to be like her daughter than anything else. Of course, her grief would lead her to such a place. Of course she would blame Daemon, for she was vulnerable. As much as the king was hurting, he was losing a wife and a son, both of whom he dearly loved.

Blinded by their grief, they believed what falsehoods there could be because they provided no complexity. No grey areas to ponder about. It is easier to see black and white when your heart is ripped apart by the loss of something you cannot replace. Mellara had felt the same way, having lost her father to illness many years before in her youth. And then the life she could have had with Daemon, the life growing inside of her so beloved and yet, soon enough, so easily taken. She had blamed everyone, caused havoc because of her burning pain. She knows very well what loss looks like and the denial that comes before acceptance.

But it was unfair to Daemon. He would never have done such a thing, said such harm that would tear the family apart. When they were younger, he had told him of his nightmares. Of his mother's ghostly figure upon their father's bed, dying in a pool of her own blood at the foot of the childbed. His sibling died so suddenly at his cradle, rotten into the spring of death's palm. He had watched his father's grief, holding his hand at the funeral of young Aegon. He had watched his brother's grief at the loss of his many other children, of Aemma's pain at each misfortune.

Mellara had been a witness to the fall of each mask he beheled at each moment of loss. Mellara knew it all. His tears as he awoke from the image of his mother's corpse When they were younger, he spent many days awake with his brother, holding his hand at each battlefield Aemma entered. Even if Mellara wished people knew, Daemon would not let his own mask fall. But the lies of someone who wants to feast on their loved ones' flesh like the vulgar, power-hungry crows they were were blown in his face.

He let out a small laugh, looking up towards her. "Are you truly sure of that? Am I not hallucinating you in my mind?"

She shook her head, letting a small smile out. "No, I am here. I am here with you, as I should be. "

"Do you think my brother detests me now?" He asked, his lips quivering. "He must hate me so desperately now."

She shook her head. "He could never hate you. You are all he has. "

He scoffed. "He chose the Hightowers over me."

"He is grieving. Of course he would do something so foolish." She reassures him. "One way or another, he will love you generously once again. As he always had."

"I have stained your feet." Daemon said observantly, turning to gaze at the ruined Myrish lace at the sole of her feet. He allowed his body to lower itself, his lips pressing a kiss upon her lower knees. "I shall get you a new pair, you have my word."

"You do not have to." She whispered to him, the silk around her head moving along with her as she leaned to him. "I knew what I was going to get into."

"They were prisoners." Daemon whispered under his breath. "Many of them were charged with heinous crimes."

"You do not have to explain to me." Mellara shook her head at him, her hands caressing his solemn face with her touch. "It was either the sword or Caraxes. It was a mercy that it was to be the sword."

"I feel like you would say something else." He grumbled under his breath, causing her to laugh.

"You know me too well."

He sheepishly smiled. "Of course. Who else but me can know you?"

She nodded, agreeing vehemently. "I understand. But you must cease to do it again. Our dear Rhaenyra will be princess of Dragonstone. Soon, it will be her duty to carry."

"She is not ready."

"No, she is not. But you must teach her" The princess agreed with her lover. Her hands slowly made its way to his own, wrapping them tightly into a squeeze. "You must be there for her. Teach her. Let her out of harm’s way. Especially from that man, my love."

Daemon Targaryen took to his feet once again, his hands still intertwined with her own. The silver prince could feel her distaste for the thought of Otto Hightower, even from the smoke in her eyes. He could not help but silently snicker. His strong touch explored the detail of her warmth for a moment. Their eyes intently gazed at the other, their bodies shifting close together.

When their bodies merged into an embrace, Daemon let out a small sigh of relief. To have her there with him, to understand. To warm him again to humanity. Even at this moment. Even for a small amount of time. He wrapped his arms deeper into her, the smell of that perfume filling him with the comfort of life once again.

"What would I do?" He asked, parting from her body. "Who would I be?"

Her lips fell onto a grin. "A miserable man."

"On that we can agree." He nodded back at her, a looped smirk on his lips. "How long will you stay?"

"As long as you need me to." Mellara whispered back to him, pressing a kiss upon his cheek. "How long do you want me?"

Pulling her close to him again, he gazed at her. "Into eternity. To whatever seven hells we find for ourselves."

She shook her head, her eyes gazing at him warmly. "I’d like the sound of that."

They stayed there for a moment, basking in warmth.

Daemon Targaryen traded his sorrow for joy.

For dearest Mellara was in his arms again.

#daemon targaryen #daemon targaryen x oc #house of dragons #hotd #targaryen #house targaryen #viserys i targaryen #princess rhaenyra #dragonstone #dark sister #mysaria

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ellievickstar · 1 year

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Little Thief

A/N: Welcome to day 4 of my 300 follower week, and I have now introduced our first brand new character, please give a warm welcome, and an open mind, to Kaz Brekker!!!! I loved six of crows so much but I never knew how to start writing the fanfics for it so this is my first attempt!!! This is dedicated to me — omg so slay am I right? HAHAHAHAH. This is more of a sibling bond this time cause I feel like Kaz would be a really great older brother so yea. With all the new characters I am planning on making a new master list :D

Summary: After finding a little girl that was left behind at the crow club, Kaz Brekker is pleased to find his newest investment after watching her take down men twice her size.

Pairs: Platonic!Kaz x reader

Requests: N/A

Inspiration: N/A

Warnings: Violence, abandonment

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“I don’t know about you, but I don’t have time for this,” You said as you were approached by two guards. After your mother had not-so-subtly left you behind in a clear attempt to abandon you, you decided to just stick around at the club before returning home to grab your stuff and leave Ketterdam for good.

The guard rolled his eyes as he reached to grab you, only to be met with a strong pull to the ground as you grabbed his arm and twisted it. “Move,” You said to the second guard, “And I break your friend’s arm,” You growled. He sneered at you but stayed in place. “I want to see who sent you,” You hissed, putting more weight on the guard below you, making him groan in pain, emphasising your point.

“Let him go,” The voice belonged to Kaz Brekker, bastard of the barrel. You let the guard go, only to be led to the back office of the crow club. Inside, you felt fear trickle down your spine as it snaked through your veins. Mr Brekker was known for his cruel nature, whatever he wanted from you was either bad, or very bad.

“Mr Brekker, pleasure to meet you,” You smiled as you mockingly bowed to the rather tall figure compared to you. Sweat trickled down your brow as you worked your face into an expression of mockery. He frowned as he motioned for you to sit. You sat reluctantly, you didn’t want to push your luck.

“How old are you,” He asked, you leaned over as you smirked, “Why do you wanna know?” He glared at you and you nearly flinched, you would have if it wasn’t for the years of stealing and thievery to take care of yourself when your mother could not. “I’m going to be fourteen soon,” You mumbled as you fiddled with the end of your long dark hair. He hummed as he looked down at you.

“You took out a man twice your size, you haven’t stirred up any significant trouble yet hours after you arrived many customers have claimed that their wallets or anything valuable they own is missing,” He bent down to observe your face. “You’re The Ghost,” You scoffed, “I never realised I built a name for myself. Cut to the chase Mr Brekker, and stop sending your wraith to follow me,” Something like shock crossed his face at the mention of his wraith, but it disappeared quickly.

“I want your help,” “For what,” You asked. He just shrugged and gave the vaguest reply on earth, “A mission.”

You rolled your eyes. “What do I get,” He smirked then and handed you a contract and you read the whole thing, giggling at some parts. “The crows?” You cocked your eyebrows as you looked back up. “It’s a nice name, fitting, crows are known for their luck, and yet they always look out for each other. But I prefer to work alone,” You said as you tossed the parchment back.

“I will give you a seventh of everything earned each mission, I will provide somewhere to stay, you will work for me, and you will be under my protection,” Kaz cut in as he raised his cane, blocking you from exiting. You thought about it.

You sighed as you realised that you didn’t have an option, you had to accept this. Signing the parchment, you stood up and bowed mockingly once more.

“Y/N at your service.”

~*~*~*~*~ A/N: NEW AU???? AHHH I love this. it was short but i think i portrayed like something more real, cause if Kaz Brekker glared at me I would be terrified.

#kaz #kaz brekker #soc #crow club #grishaverse #Kaz Brekker x reader #six of crows #reader

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andreabaideas · 17 days

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In a 9-1-1 x DJATS crossover (Modern au for DJATS),which duos would become BFFS. I can see The Dunne brothers and Chimney bonding over being abandoned by their dads.

Well, I agree with you, Dunne brothers and Chimney would be friends definitely.

I feel Bobby would befriend both Billy and Daisy over their shared past with addiction.

Rod and Michael would be friends, I just know it.

Athena would be friends with Teddy , Rod, and possibly Camila too, cause like them she is also surrounded by idiots she have to baby sit XD.

Simone and Bernie would befriend and go in double date with Henrietta and Karen (Wilson).

Karen , Warren , Eddie and Graham would befriend Buck.

Buck would absolutely have a crush on Daisy (maybe even more?) cause we know he likes charismatic troubled (affectionately) redheads ( first Abby, later Taylor).

Eddie (Díaz ) and Billy would bond over maturing too soon to take care of someone else. Eddie D and Camila would be friends too.

Albert and Graham are the official baby brothers of the group. No question.

May and Julia are besties. Both fangirl over Daisy. Daisy would just adore them.

Daisy adores and feels protective over Christopher. He adores her too. Daisy and Buck bond over that (I just feel those two could be a cute couple, dont you think?).

Daisy and Maddie become friends due to shared trauma, Maddie calms Daisy, Daisy boost Maddie confidence.

Thats It!

#answered asks #9 1 1 #daisy jones and the six #headcanons ;#crossover au

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he11swinter · 1 year

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Three things (first off thank you so much for the last ask it was a blessing)

1 I have a song I want to show you that I believe fits Isabella, George and Jimmy but can't decide which one I should draw/animate to

2 This is a fic my friend is writing for a collage class (I'll maybe send a doc if I get permission and you want to read) but it's basically Horace and Dana bonding with Horace being the first guy to not stare lustful at Dana or harm her in anyway while she's not scared of his appearance so the two find some sort of ground to step on and open up together. She said she's trying to write it in a way that Horace will wonder if he would ever had a life with her in it if they were alive (cause we argue what years these two are from cause there's literally NO HINT in clothes/items that help unlike the others)

3 As promised I want to a somewhat happy ask, What are you headcanons of the ghost being "imaginary friends" for some kid? It's a known fact for children to have friends no one else sees as well as it known a chance is the friend is actually a spirit or ghoul. I like to picture George was the most happy to be a little kid's friend since he was a dad before death

You’re so welcome! It was fun, and thank you so much for this one! Pleeeease keep ‘em coming! :D

My vote is George for the song, because he had the revenge arc. The energy feels most like him, maybe? (I want to see the art/animation when it’s done, sounds exciting.)

If you wanna send me stories feel free! I don’t always get to them (I’m not much of a fanfic reader, maybe just quick things) but I certainly try. 😁

As for the times Dana and Horace lived, I THINK there were newspaper clippings in Damon’s shop that hinted or even gave dates, if that helps. I’m almost certain Dana died in the mid-late 90s, making her the second newest ghost after Jean. I always imagined Horace dying earlier, but not by too far. The scrapyard shut down at his death, right? I think…!? What was left of the car models could date him if so, and if identified, but I’m not a car person. 😂

Now see, THIS is adorable. I’m sure George would be a great imaginary friend to a kid, and one that would freak the parents out every time the child referenced him. He’d certainly be the best at the job, too, because…

Billy: He’d be a bossy jerk. Imaginary friend? More like imaginary bully, making them do what he wants and play exactly how he plays all the time. (Cowboys and Indians, of course.) He’d criticize them and do things the kid would get in trouble for constantly. Good luck to them trying to explain their imaginary friend did it… :/

Jimmy: I think he’d be uncomfortable. He doesn’t hate kids, he just doesn’t understand them and thinks they can be kind of irritating. He doesn’t enjoy explaining everything while they ask, “Why, why, why?” over and over. Like, “Why do you roll your head around instead of wearing it?” and he’d be like, “Jeez…”

Susan: She likes kids! Remember her with Bobby? Her favourite game to play with kids is see if she can startle them into tears. It’s great fun (for her). Evidently she’s not very responsible.

Royce: Royce doesn’t want to babysit, and that’s all that’s coming to me right now. Maybe somehow he could warm up to them, however, and treat them like a little brother or sister? (Sometimes I headcanon he had one, but I’ll save that explanation for another day because I did get an ask about it.)

Dana: No tender feelings towards the little gremlin at all; she just wants everyone to leave her the heck alone and stop staring. Frankly, the kid would be in some danger potentially.

Margaret and Harold: They don’t want to hang out near kids, either. Margaret only loves and has time for her son, and Harold would get outrageously jealous anyway.

Ryan: Oh gosh, he’s so unpredictable even to himself. There’s no way in hell he’d be comfortable around a child, but I’m in love with the idea of him gritting his teeth through it and then secretly growing fond. I think there would have to be a certain degree of himself he sees in them in order to be curious and connect; Ryan’s one to seek out familiarity.

Horace: Horace would kick the child. I’m sorry, there’s no hope.

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wildcard-rumi · 2 years

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Maruki for the character meme? :3

What I like about them:

I love how versatile he is. I mentioned this to Deni a few days ago but there are so many angles to his character. He's the goofy school counselor, he's a supportive father/big brother figure, he's a traumatised victim, he's an intimidating antagonist, etc. You can do so much with his character, it's amazing. Plus I love how his motives are completely understandable and, in a way, admirable... But his methods are a bit of a yikes to put it lightly.

What I dislike about them:

He does decide what's best for the other characters without really talking to them about it. And that ends up not being what was best for them. Like, c'mon dude, I thought your job was listening to people.

Favourite moment:

I'm torn between his Rank 10 because that's just a really sweet scene between him and Ren after they've become quite close, especially since so many adults in the main story treat Ren so badly (excluding the obvious ones, I know they get better) and the final fist fight in his palace because wow, that scene is heart wrenching but cathartic and I cry every time I play through it.

Least favourite moment:

Honestly? When he shows the group Sumire's traumatic memories and causes her to break down. It just seems so out of character for him??? Like I get they had to reveal Sumire's true identity somehow, but I just don't see how that fits into Maruki's character when his whole thing is keeping people away from pain. I guess you could say he was making a point to Ren and Goro but even then, that still seems so out of character? I dunno, that scene is just odd when you think about it too much.

A situation with this character that I want to see explored more:

I've said it before and I'll say it again and again: I wish we had more scenes with third semester Palace ruler Maruki. That particular persona (don't) of his doesn't get anywhere enough screentime. Something I really, really want is a scene similar to P4G when Yu goes to see Adachi by himself and try to talk to him. I feel like that could have been a really interesting discussion, especially if it was a tense one where you had to choose your options carefully because Maruki is the one with complete control in his palace and his warped mindset makes him believe that he's helping Ren. I just think that would be cool.

An interesting AU for this character:

.... D-Do I even to say it? You already know. I am just that predictable.

A crossover:

I don't really tend to think of crossovers too much but I recently rewatched Promare for reasons, and a thought that randomly popped into my head was "Burnish Takuto" and it hasn't left me since.

OTP (or OT3+ etc…. just… favourite ship):

Again, do I even need to say it???? Takurumi, and I really wish it got more attention from the fanbase. I know it won't because Rumi appeared for like 5 minutes in an 100+ game... But still. I can dream.

Other ships?:

Takawa is pretty cute, I like that one. Plus I've seen quite a bit of HaseMaru content that makes me wish we could see them interact in canon.

BROTP:

Obviously Ren because their relationship is really interesting one that I don't have the brainpower to analyse right now but I love how sassy Ren is towards Takuto, like when he forgot Ren's reward for helping him with his research and Ren just crosses his legs and folds his arm while staring at Takuto like an unimpressed mother.

But I really like the idea of Sojiro and Takuto, and let's throw Zenkichi into mix, bonding over how difficult it is to keep the thieves from getting into trouble and being tired dads.

NOTP:

Just any of the students. It just makes me uncomfortable.

An assortment of headcanons:

Like I said earlier, my brain ain't working today....I've been trying to convince myself to write today since I woke up at seven this morning... It's now quarter to six and I haven't written anything... Sorry about that...

I guess the only thing that pops into my mind is, if Takuto adopted an animal, he'd adopt an older one because it makes him sad to see them left behind when all the younger animals find families.

#takuto maruki #persona 5 royal

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"I did what." *pikachu would laugh were it any other scenario, yet hearing P tell him about what he did yesterday with a straight face makes him question what's going on. is this some sort of bizarre prank? it must be, either that or he wants some sort of a reaction out of the utterly confused detective*

"Since when would I ever play Dragon Quest? Did you have a little too much to drink yesterday?! Besides, if anyone one here is a fan then it's the twin with the giant Slime plush in his room!" *he huffs and takes a sip of coffee, appalled that P would dare claim that he said he had been considering inviting over and bonding with a certain dragon quest enthusiast!!*

"Y... Yes... that's right." He nods. P couldn't blame Pikachu for not believing him, as he even still found it hard to believe what he and Yuma saw last night, but he knows for a fact that he did not imagine the whole thing; he really did see Pikachu, acting so strange! "I'm not sure, either, but you seemed to be enjoying it a lot... aha, I'm the one who should be asking you that. You were acting unlike how I've ever seen you do so.... And that may be true, but...."

As he overhears the conversation between those two, Yuta recalls hearing the same story from his brother, himself. The mention of being the twin with the giant Slime plush in his room, makes him gulp. ("I can't blame him for not believing Uncle P, but according to him and Yuma, that really did happen, huh... G-Geez, causing trouble as always, weren't you, Shinigami....")

("Nuh-uhhh! All I was doing was playing some Dragon Quest! Can't exactly do that without possessing a body, first, riiight~?")

(*But still! Of all people, why the one person who would never play it the most?! D-Don't go doing that, again!! And I know you won't listen and not keep possessing people, but at the very least, choose a more believable person who'd play it... ")

("Yeah, yeah, yeahhh....no promises, though!") She laughs, earning an eye roll of the tired boy before he enters the room so that he can back his uncle up!

"S-Sorry to butt in, but Uncle P is not lying, Uncle Pikachu: Yuma told me the same thing, too. You probably was just a bit too, uhh, out of it to really recall."

"Ah, thank you, Yuta. Yes, we just assumed that you might just been out of it, if not having drunk too much any alcoholic drinks. You seem back to normal, so I don't think we have to worry about that, again... oh and no worries, I'm sure no one told Ichiban about this, hahaha.*

#HVHH poor Pikachu He Doesn't Know!!!#Yuta also screaming internally cos he could never be able to tell his uncles the Real truth!!!;#save the Kokotwins!!! Do n o t let her possess the grumpy confuzzledchu agaiiiin!!!!#Yuta;;#P answers;;#essenceofjustice #Shinigami;;

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Child! Yuu: Heartslybul

So I was planning to write a full on plot idea for All the chapters, then I look at the chapters themselves and...yeah that’s going to drain a lot out of me. So instead I’m going to write what each dorm will think of Child Yuu and general headcannons about it.

Ace:

The older brother that Yuu looks up to.

When they first met, Ace was ragging on Grim. He didn’t say anything too mean to Yuu, though. That’s because of his inability to make kids cry.

Really, who makes a 10 year old cry? (Looks at the overblots)

I think Ace would act as the brother Yuu would look up to because he acts all cool around them.

He’d definitely teach Yuu some card tricks he learned from his family.

He treats them like a little sibling. (He’s always wanted a little sibling actually, to tease and joke with)

Yuu has smacked him 100% for being stupid (“Even I know not to make deals with shady fish men. Big brothers, why?”)

Look me in the eyes and tell me Ace doesn’t praise Yuu for causing trouble. Look me in the eyes and tell me.

I mean he’d probably lightly scold them but still.

If anyone makes Yuu cry? Guess they’re going to be thrown back in a gust of wind, with a lot of insulting words to boot. No one messes with Yuu.

When Yuu called Ace “big brother”, he smiled widely, and proceeded to act all smug about it (but he’s really happy that Yuu calls him a big brother)

Deuce:

Deuce is trying his best to be a good big brother.

He has no idea how to be a brother, he’s never had a younger sibling - or a sibling in general.

He’s going to try extra hard to be an honor student; he doesn’t want Yuu to grow up like him! He has to be Yuu’s role model!

Yuu wants Deuce to use magic to lift them up like he did with Ace. Deuce says no.

Low key scared that he’s going to scare Yuu if he goes into his “bad boy mode”

“Those poor chicks...” “...NOOOO THE CHICKS D:”

Ace explains to both of them that the eggs they have aren’t fertilized and never had chicks in them - it’s a chick shock x2

Yuu is softer to Deuce if he does something stupid, but will still scold him.

Both Deuce and Yuu are the excitement duo; they will be excited for anything and will be very hyped up about it.

Deuce is Yuu’s favorite brother (but they don’t say anything because it might make the others jealous)

Deuce summoned a cauldron by accident once, and Yuu climbed in and played peek-a-boo until it was...unsummoned? (I have no idea what happens to the cauldrons summoned by Deuce.)

When Yuu called Deuce “big brother”, Deuce was very flattered. “Big brother? You think of me as your brother? Well, I’ll be your best brother in the world!”

Cater:

So I imagine Cater taking a lot of cute pictures of Yuu.

He’s posted some photos of you on his Magicam and his fans love you.

He totally shows Yuu all of his cute animal photos he’s collected over the years if they asked.

Cater has two big sisters, so he knows the ins and outs of how to be a good sibling.

I can see Cater swapping foods with Yuu - he gives Yuu any sweet food in exchange for some salty food

Yuu doesn’t complain because they like the sweets Cater gives them

But sometimes it becomes a full on debate/trade deal that they take way to seriously.

“What about if I give you this, and you give me this?” “Never! That’s my favorite part, what about this?” “Hmm...I rather do like that...but what if I sweeten the deal and add this!” “....Clever, clever brother.”

Small photo shoots, Yuu is happy to hang out with him!

I think if Yuu ever wanted to wear a Heartslybul outfit Cater would be the one to help find one that suits Yuu (Trey would be the one to tailor it to make it fit better)

Yuu calls Cater “Cay-kun” whenever they want something from him, and he can never say no.

Yuu can always rely on Cater for any troubles they may have.

“Yuu~! Smile for the camera!” “Ok! :D” “I’m saving your smile forever.”

When Yuu first called Cater “big brother”, he laughed and went over to take a photo to celebrate a new sibling bond. (#gotayoungersibling #arenttheysocute? #newbigbrother)

Cater will live up to his big brother role, after all, as Yuu’s new big brother he has to take care of Yuu, no?

Trey:

Yuu thinks of Trey as a big brother and also the best parent.

Would buy Trey a #1 Dad mug if Yuu didn’t also see Crowley as their dad (sorry Trey...but your Yuu’s favorite 3rd year if that helps-)

When they first met, Yuu just got big brother vibes from Trey. Immediately went to hug him.

“You have big brother vibes and I vibe with that.” “What?” “It means Yuu likes you.”

Trey goes full big brother mode whenever Yuu is around. No one with ill intent (who has malicious thoughts about a child?) would think of approaching due to Trey being around.

He definitely spoils Yuu with any treats he bakes (though not too much - they’d get a stomach ache if they ate too many sweets!)

He’s totally the reason why Yuu went on a Sugar Rush around the school (luckily, nothing of value was broken)

I mean, he has a little sister and younger brothers so he knows how to deal with Yuu being hyperactive.

So the damage of the Sugar Rush incident was less destructive than it would have been.

If Yuu is sad, they can rely on Trey to be a shoulder to cry on. He’s very good at listening to their problems.

When Yuu calls him “big brother”, Trey carries the title with pride. Yuu also uses this as an advantage; call Trey big brother? He’s more willing to hear out whatever Yuu is asking more.

Riddle:

Riddle, Riddle, Riddle.

How do I put this? He made Yuu cry.

Yeah, not the best first impression.

During the Unbirthday party, when Riddle knocked the tart off it’s plate, Yuu is quick to defend Ace. Riddle retaliated with yelling at Yuu.

And Yuu (in my canon) does not take people angrily yelling at them well, which makes them panic and cry.

Cater and Trey didn’t have to force them out - Deuce and Ace left as soon as Yuu burst into tears and ran. (As good brothers, the duo went to go and comfort Yuu)

Riddle, for what is was worth, suddenly had a flashback of when he ran away in tears when he was young. He tried to convince his mother to have a tart, and she scolded him to tears.

He feels like an jerk now. A big, mean jerk.

After the overblot business, he didn’t expect a lot of forgiveness. Which is why he was surprised when Yuu walks over and hugs him when he was conscious.

Riddle: Wh...Why are you hugging me? Why do you think I deserve this?

Yuu: Because you look like you needed a hug. I forgive you for earlier, you had your reasons, as much as I disagree with them.

Yuu: You’re fine now! I hope I can help you make amends with Heartslybul big brother! :D

From that moment on, Riddle became Yuu’s big brother.

It was a really sweet moment, and no one dared intervene (well, Grim tried to but Crowley held him back)

As a big brother, Riddle is very overprotective. Be around Yuu in a way he deems “inappropriate” and “as a bad influence”, expect him to go “OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!”

Despite that, Riddle is particularly soft with Yuu.

If Yuu broke a rule, he’d softly scold them, but he did it in a way that was like a soft reminder and not like a lecture.

He’s never had a younger sibling before so he’s asking Trey for tips to be a good older brother.

I’d like to think Riddle teaches Yuu proper tea etiquette whenever they come over for Unbirthdays

Both share a love for sweets, so they tend to share/exchange sweets during lunch

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland imagines #twisted wonderland imagine #twisted wonderland mc #ace trappola #deuce spade #riddle rosehearts #cater diamond #trey clover #child!yuu #twisted wonderland headcannons #Heartslybul #ace and deuce almost punch riddle #Yuu is too pure for this world #and the world will burn if anything happens to Yuu #the more people Yuu drags into the family the more the world will suffer if they get hurt

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Jersey Stealing Pt.2

Well. You all need to stop liking my stuff. It only encourages me. Anyways, Jersey Stealing is now at a 4 parter so I lied before apparently. I just got done writing part 3 so I’ll post the second part here now! Honestly it’s the most boring of the 4... so... apologies. I’ve said too many numbers now.

Also eventually I’ll learn how tumblr works and actually just... make a master post... or like link back to previous parts. Ah... dreams. Anyways, we meet a new character today. Apologies in advance, this do be the boring part out of the bunch.

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“Ms. Noceda?”

“Can you tell me about Luz’s classmates?”

The dish dropped from the woman's hands. The sound of it clattering back into the sink echoed throughout the quiet house.

“I’m sorry!” Amity yelped as the sharp sound caused her to wince.

Camilla turned around quickly, holding up her hands with a smile on her face.

“No, no. It’s fine.” Camilla reassured her gently. “The last time I was asked that, it wasn't a pleasant talk.”

“So, it’s not good then.” Amity sank deeper into her seat at the kitchen table.

In all honesty, there was a part of her that already knew that the truth wasn't pretty. It was the same part that caused a painful twist of her heart whenever her girlfriend 'shut down'.

Camilla sighed. She reached over to the counter and grabbed a towel, drying her hands as she sat down on the opposite end of the small table.

"Well, I'm sure I don't need to tell you this but Luz has always been..."

"Odd." Amity finished for her.

The older lady nodded and suddenly the bags under her eyes seemed to darken. Camilla Noceda looked tired.

"At first, it wasn't such a big deal. Every little child starts off 'odd'." Camilla chuckled. "But eventually all the other kids grew up, while Luz's imagination grew wild."

Amity clenched her fists. She knew where this story was going. Knew how easy of a target a girl like Luz was. After all, it wasn't too long ago that she would jump on the 'odd' ones at school.

"She began to make her classmates feel... uncomfortable. Those who didn't go out of their way to avoid her, lashed out, especially because my daughter doesn't exactly know how to take no for an answer."

"That's an understatement." Amity laughed softly as Camilla cracked a small smile.

"Every school we tried her in had it's own problems. Eventually I think Luz finally understood how the other kids felt about her. That was about when we found a school that seemed to work... but of course there were still problems. And there was also Bryce."

Amity's ears twitched. Bryce? Camilla must've noticed her confusion as the older lady lifted her glasses and rubbed her nose tiredly.

"Bryce was, or rather is, a mean kid who thinks he deserves the world. And because he is the 'star athlete' of the school and is well liked by all the teachers... he usually gets it."

Guilt began to twist in Amity's heart. This sounded all too familiar.

"Him and Luz always got into it. He was the only person who ever managed to bother her. Everyone else she simply... ignored."

Camilla sighed heavily and looked at the table. Amity could tell it bothered her, the way Luz was treated. The witch wondered if Camilla was happier now that Luz had found so many friends in another world.

Or if maybe she was still just stuck in the past.

Amity pushed aside her feelings and Camilla's both as she tried to puzzle together what might have happened the other night. If it was just another spat with Bryce, well, Amity saw how Luz used to handle Boscha. That kinda fighting didn't get to her like this...

Even now, 2 days later, it was obvious something was still bothering Luz.

As Amity sat there, sinking further and further into her chair, another question entered her mind. One that she just had to know... even if it was painful.

"Was there anyone?" The witch blurted out after a short pause.

Camilla looked up at her quizzically.

"Anyone who was... nice to Luz? Or at least gave her a chance."

Amity's heart sank as Camilla shook her head sadly.

"I wouldn’t call the girl nice, but Luz always came home gushing about a Sasha. She was a fine enough girl, never joined the other kids in bullying Luz. I think that’s why Luz held on to the hope that one day they could be friends."

***

“Alright. What’s up with Luz?”

Amity turned as the team captain of the Otter’s skated up to her. The witch immediately turned her head back to look at her girlfriend, sitting quietly in the players box, scribbling something in her notebook.

Luz hadn’t moved all practice.

“Yeah, we noticed all right.” Lokte acknowledged Amity’s unspoken question as she turned back to them with a heavy sigh,

“I don’t know.” Amity answered sullenly.

The witch had nothing. Even the answers Camilla gave her this morning didn’t seem to help. Her shoulders slumped as Lokte lined up for their next shot.

A loud crack echoed around the rink as the puck sailed straight into the goal. Amity’s eyes flicked up once again to Luz. Normally a shot like that would have her out of her seat and cheering.

Instead, the rink remained quiet.

Lokte kicked up some ice as they skidded back around to rest near Amity again. Leaning against their stick, they raised an eyebrow.

“You don’t know?"

"No." Amity growled, digging at the ice with her skates. "And it's getting worse..."

Lokte shifted, tossing their stick in the air flippantly. Amity could tell Luz's behavior was worrying them too. They were anxious to do something.

"All I know is that something happened at our game the other night. Luz ran into her old classmates."

Her captain growled, and Amity knew why. When the team first started to bond with both her and Luz, they wanted to know why they weren't enrolled in any local school. It was a fair question and Luz told them that they were too cool for school. Amity only told the truth to some of her teammates later. About how poorly Luz was treated and how she had decided to be homeschooled when she came back from 'camp'.

Lokte was one of the more vocally upset ones, having been treated similarly themselves for being who they were. Amity watched as their face changed into a slightly more hopeful expression.

"Wait, you said this happened the other night? My brother goes to Luz's old school, he went to the game with a couple of his friends. I'll bother him about it when I get home. See if the little weasel heard anything." Lokte grinned.

Amity could only stare at them, she glanced back up to Luz as her fingers curled tighter around her stick.

"Try to get names for me. I understand if Luz doesn't want to talk, but I'm looking forward to having a... conversation... with whoever is responsible for this."

Amity felt a gloved hand on her shoulder. Turning around she saw was met with the supportive eyes of her team captain.

"I'll let you know as soon as I know." They nodded.

***

- Is Luz home?

- Yeah she's asleep. Why?

- I'm coming over.

Amity stared at her phone. The short conversation with Lokte happened only a few minutes earlier. She didn't know where they lived, or how they knew where she lived. The witch could only guess it had to do with her girlfriend who was currently passed out, snoring, on her lap. Amity dropped the phone to her side and let her face sink into Luz's hair. In the background she could hear the movie that they had put on earlier, but she couldn't care less about it at the moment.

Amity loved the end of every night, when she was finally able to have Luz all to herself. Squeezing the human ever tighter, Luz sleepily snuggled further into her girlfriend’s arms with a large smile on her face.

The witch sighed as she heard a buzzing come from nearby. It was her phone. She felt a sharp flicker of annoyance, before gently kissing Luz's forehead and leaning back to check it.

Swiping across the screen she answered the call.

"Hey. I'm out front. You're going to want to hear this." Lokte voice answered, their tone guarded.

Amity glanced down at Luz who was still snoring away.

"Alright, give me a moment." Amity told them quietly, hanging up.

Taking a deep breath, she shifted Luz aside her on the couch. Her girlfriend groaned softly, but Amity simply grabbed the blanket and pulled it up to tuck her in, silencing any sleepy protest that would follow. Leaning down she swiped her jersey off the floor and gave it to Luz. For being almost entirely asleep, Luz snatched it quickly from Amity's hands, relaxing back into sleep as she buried her face into the material.

Amity smiled softly. She already couldn't wait to get back under the blankets with her. Grabbing a coat from the front closet, the witch opened the door and slipped out into the night. Standing on the front lawn, Lokte held a squirming kid by the ear.

"Come on, let me go already!!"

"Tell her what you told me!" Lokte ordered sharply, letting the boy's ear go and shoving him forward.

Amity raised an eyebrow. This must've been the little brother.

"Fine. Yeesh! Like I told my sibling over here," the boy turned around to glare at the hulking figure of Lokte before turning back to Amity, "I went to the game with a group of my friends. Sasha and Bryce left to go grab some snacks and when they came back Sasha was really shaken up and Bryce was pissed. They told us something about a really creepy delusional girl who was stalking you. Claiming to be your girlfriend."

Amity's eyes narrowed.

"I don't see why I'm in trouble! We were just watching out for Amity. I mean Bryce usually over exagerrates everything but this was serious. Sasha looked genuinely freaked out, and nothing EVER gets to her. They told the girl that they would call the cops on her if she came near you and then we left shortly after. That's it. That's all that happened. I don't even know what the creep looked like."

Amity's mind was buzzing with anger. She could feel her face going red and had to remind herself to breathe as she heard the two siblings begin to squabble.

"You little, THAT WAS LUZ! Amity's actual girlfriend!"

The boy's eyes widened as they shot between Amity and Lokte.

"Wha- I didn't, I didn't know that!! I swear! The way Bryce was describing her you'd think she was some sort of criminal!" He yelped as Lokte grabbed him by the scruff of his jacket.

"Go. Wait. In. The. Car." They growled. "We'll talk about your choice in friends later."

The boy shrank under his sibling's glare and Amity felt a small bit of pity. Lokte was no small person, they towered over pretty much everyone they met and had the muscles to match. Being on their bad side had to be terrifying, but in actuality that was nothing compared to the pure fury radiating off of Amity as the brother's words registered.

After they watched their brother climb back into the car, Lokte turned to Amity and immediately flinched in fear under the witch's furious stare.

"Looks like I'll be paying Luz's old school a visit tomorrow." Amity growled after a short pause.

Lokte's fear eased only a bit as their eyes lit up with mischief. "Let me know if you need anything."

"I'll see you tomorrow at practice." Amity nodded, ignoring the suggestion as she turned to walk back into the house.

She stopped with her hand on the door handle and turned around. Lokte was climbing back into their car. The teammates shared a look as Amity nodded.

'Thank you.' She mouthed.

Lokte gave her a small smile.

'Anytime.' They mouthed back, turning on the car and pulling away.

When Amity went back inside, she crawled back into Luz's arms, squeezing her close. Tomorrow, she would have to talk with Luz about what she had learned, but tonight?

Tonight Amity buried her head deep into Luz's shoulder, her anger draining rapidly under her girlfriend's warmth.

Regardless of how Luz was always somehow able to relax her, Amity laid there wide awake. Wishing she could do something, anything, to somehow fix the years of emotional abuse Luz had suffered.

All she could do however was hold Luz closer and wait until morning...

#toh #toh au #the owl house #lumity #Hockey AU #part 2 of 4 now because I have problems #will probably post the 3rd part soon #the owl house au

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“mahal kita” — i love you

ㅤㅤ ↪︎ STARRING: café bartender!shinsuke kita; student!gn!reader

ㅤㅤ ↪︎ THEMES: fluff, hints of bullying

ㅤㅤ ↪︎ WORD COUNT: 4.2k words

ㅤㅤ ↪︎ SYNOPSIS: shinsuke kita was your first love, and even if it was unusual of you to do so, you were willing to say it to him, despite the circumstances that you two were in.

ㅤㅤ ↪︎ INTERMISSION: finally!!! i’ve been planning this since december and this actually has a second part! the second part will have kita’s pov mostly so do look forward for that~ it will be posted next week !! also, “mahal kita” is a filipino phrase and it translates to “i love you.” the reader is not filipino but if you want to think if it that way, you could, though the reason why i wanted to incorporate my language here is because i just felt like,,, i had to? hahaha anw, enjoy !! i worked hard for this one :D

the bright light blinds you despite having your eyes closed and as you have an arm covering them. indeed, even the sun was beckoning you to listen to the beaming sound of your alarm that plays on the background like a broken cassette tape, urging you to wake up now or else your schedule would get cut off. you wouldn’t want that, especially during a weekday like today.

groaning as you forced yourself to sit up and rub your hand over your eyes to make the world seem a little bit clearer. you then welcomed the sight of the room that had the sunlight illuminate its four corners, a familiar sight that you see everyday.

and you were growing tired of it, to be honest.

your daily routine had never been that much different as it has always been; getting up, getting dressed, going to school. really, there was nothing else that seemed to have been enough to make your eyes brighten up in excitement, since everything just happens on repeat.

every. single. day.

bringing your hand up to cover your eyes from the blazing sun, you wished you hadn’t forgotten to bring your sunglasses from your dorm as you crossed down the road, cautious with the cars that passed by the street. your gaze drops down to your wristwatch, your feet fastening its pace as you catch sight of your university literally only a few blocks away.

there’s nothing really special with your life; just a normal graduating college student hoping to establish a normal working life with a normal family in the future. the latter seemed quite impossible these days, especially with the constant repeat of your relationships throughout the years. still, there’s nothing wrong in expecting you’d have a good future, right?

maybe, maybe not.

“you’re late again.” you panted as you turned to the person sitting beside you, fixing your things and yourself in the process.

“what did i miss?”

“not much, but the professor is strict with attendance.” tobio eyes you before glancing back to the front of the room, feigning his focus upon the topic the professor was talking about.

“yeah, yeah i know.” you whisper back, doing the same thing as you forced yourself to digest the information that was being spoken of, even if you’re not particularly interested in any of it.

“oi,” your senses came about and it was tobio’s face whom you’d seen first, already standing upright in front of your seat, his bag slung to his shoulders-

“huh?” you look around and see everyone doing the same, looking tired just from one discussion. and it seems you have dozed off while awake all throughout the entire time.

“are you just going to sit here all day or not?”

you then gathered your things and followed suit, heading to the cafeteria but not before stopping by the vending machine to get your regular coffee and tobio’s dairy.

“you sure do like milk a lot, tobio.” you’d tease all the time, and he’d respond with,

“for someone who has trouble sleeping, you still haven’t quite enough of coffee, idiot.”

your friendship with tobio started ever since you were kindergarten, and you believe you two were simply drawn to each other because of how silent you two could be, only leaning into a conversation when it is needed. despite having met each other for so long, you two only began to stick to each other when high school came, after being reunited and seeing a familiar face after such a long time. it was that time that you and him realized how far alike to each other you were, deciding to have a bond that neither expected. plus, he likes watching volleyball matches just as you do. simply put, you found someone who was not much different from you, and you realized how comfortable you were with that—the usual things.

the fear of change and difference was what kept you stuck in the same town, at the same school, at the same status, and at the same way of living. people kept on emphasizing how important it is to look outside the box, but no matter how much you wanted to take a peek outside, you couldn’t, didn’t want to. you were fully convinced that if you dream big, there are just bigger consequences to life than how it usually gives.

“who’s that?”

the whispers and murmurs ripped you from your mind, your attention turning to your classmates who were talking about a certain person, making you involuntarily glance at where they were looking. it was a man—an unfamiliar man inside the university premises. who was he, perhaps? it was the same question as what your peers kept on inquiring to each other.

“you must be the new guidance counsellor!” now came a familiar voice, beaming like a sunshine as how he usually is, his hand extending to the said man with the new face, a certain kind of change that you never expected.

“guidance counsellor? where’s takeda-san?” a series of murmurs emerged again until one eventually said that the previous counsellor had taken a break since his wife had finally given birth to their child. you were never close to him but the casual greetings you and tobio received from the man was enough to call him as a kind person. you will surely miss that now that he’s gone temporarily. just from looking over and observing the new counsellor, you were quite sure that this one is far different from takeda.

you sooner found it out when you were called by one of your professors, specifically one that you knew so well that you were close to saying you had been fed-up in seeing his face all over again.

“(y/n), could you pass this to ojiro-san, you know him, right? the new guidance counsellor.” professor koushi sugawara hands you over an unlabeled folder, about two of them, barely glancing your way as he continues to type with his keyboard, eyes trained over the computer screen in such an intense focus. you often see him like this, but you were too irritated to want to even follow his orders as soon as possible, the frown on your face deepening the more you stare at the man’s figure.

“i’m not your maid here, by the way.” you say to him lowly, and it was a good thing that no one else was near him or you two would be embarrassing yourselves for causing such a scene in a school faculty.

this time, you met koushi’s eyes and you felt yourself bite your own tongue when you saw the familiar bags under his eyes, the rim of his glasses barely covering them and the exhausted look on the way he was gazing at you. you knew how tired he often gets because of his work and you do try to help him out, but he just called you out of a class—the only class that you were enjoying and he just wanted you to deliver a couple of papers to the new guy? you’re not someone he can call for errands that easily, not without some words that needed to be discussed.

“yes, you’re right. sorry about that, my pretty younger sibling.” he still teased you, and you only let out a huff before turning away and heading towards the guidance, not without telling your brother to eat his lunch or else you’ll stop making bento for him—it’s not as if you will but the threat always works because he hates waking up earlier than he should to prepare food.

having a professor as your sibling is kind of weird, especially the first few days of when people have found out about it, but the feeling eventually fades away for it’s very much like when you two were still going to the same school during elementary and high school, and like everything else, you’ve gotten used to it.

“oh, this is from sugawara-san?” ojiro, the new guidance counsellor, looked kind and welcoming, very much like the previous one, takeda. you’re not that much fun of change, but if adjustment is needed, then you have no choice but to abide by it. something about this new counsellor makes you somewhat comfortable with him, and it’s in a good way, you hope.

“thank you, uh-” he drops his gaze to your identification card and like any other who suddenly notices your surname, his eyes widen by a little bit, a wave of realization hitting them in his mind.

then he smiles, warm and friendly. “thank you, (y/n)-san. is it alright to call you by your first name?”

“i don’t mind.” you shrug, inwardly smiling, “thank you, ojiro-san.”

“you met the new counsellor already?” tobio questioned by the time you two were walking home, or rather to the cafe you two usually drop by at before really going home. it was one of the things that you and tobio bond on still, apparently. milk and coffee really are the things that tobio and you love—despite its difference, there was a certain middle ground where both the likes meet.

“yeah, he seems nice.” you say, not paying much attention to what tobio was saying for your eyes were set at the counter of the cafe almost immediately as you both entered the transparent doors, the same head of silver hair with darkened tips standing there, beholding an apron that matched any other worker in the room.

you must have forgot to mention earlier; there are times when excitement runs through you like a battery, powering up every vessel and cell inside of you.

there he is. shinsuke, the most beautiful man you’d ever seen your whole life. and yes, you only knew of his name because it’s on his name badge.

you could hear tobio scoff beside you but you merely brushed him off as per usual, heading straight to the lane of the man that still serves a customer by asking their own orders. tobio, on the other hand, walks to the other line where there were basically no other customers.

“good afternoon,” he greeted by the time it was your turn, and in an instant, there came a smile by your lips, one that you rarely ever give to anybody, to any other time, really. this man just gives you a rush of serotonin in your system that it was difficult for you to not react that way.

“chocolate-chip frappe, like usual?” he offered his own kind smile, and your heart combusted again, like it does whenever he looks at you like that, talks to you like that. you knew it was technically his job to build rapport to customers, but it seems as if there’s no escaping for you to escape this kind of fate.

you like him. if you were given a chance to get to know him more, that might even develop into something more.

“yes, please.” you responded, sounding ever so pleased and joyful than how you’ve acted for the rest of the day early on.

“perhaps you would like to purchase our new year’s special drink?” he says as he points at the small poster from beside him, the image of the drink catching your attention, and if you were asked, even if the poster was that colorful, you doubt that it would tear away your focus from the man on the opposite of you.

“uh-”

“it comes with green tea,” he cuts you off, if he knew you were about to respond. “but i admit you don't seem like the type to order a drink like that, do correct me if i’m wrong.”

“how did you know?”

“you only ever ordered the same drink most of the time,” he says with a straight face, as if calculating in the inside of his mind while looking you in the eye “and whenever i offered you our specials, you only like those that taste sweet or those that fit well with coffee.”

it took you a couple of seconds to reply, and it’s with how you were amazed by his observational skills, a soft and short chuckle leaving your system. “you’re really good. yeah, i actually don’t enjoy my tea when it’s cold.”

he types in your order with a small smirk on his face, and you had to control yourself from not getting flustered by how you were getting to have the chance to see this side of him—one that is far from his formalities as a worker to a customer. it gives you the opportunity to witness and to feel how close he was as a person, like you, sort of like a middle ground. like how milk and coffees are to tobio and you.

“you look like you just won a billion yen.”

you giggled as you sat down in front of tobio, not even trying to hide the giddy, fuzzy feeling you were feeling on the inside now that you were quite far away from the subject of affection.

“maybe i just did.” you say, the scenes of earlier playing by your mind.

this change, this sort of change; you didn’t mind it. him talking to you, you convinced yourself it was a good kind of change that you would gladly adjust upon.

once again, the day passes by in a blur, and tomorrow comes again.

“(y/n)-san!”

your name being called early in the morning by a voice is one thing that you did not expect when you went out of your shared apartment with your brother, and are now walking your way to school.

“ojiro-san,” you acknowledged the call, “good morning.”

“ah, yeah good morning as well.” he greets, finally catching up on your form while slightly panting from jogging towards your way.

“uhm,” you interjected, brows furrowed together as you twiddled upon the earbud that you had to unplug from your ear the moment you heard the counsellor’s call. “-is there something you needed to tell me?” it took a whole lot from you not to act irritated than you usually do whenever you are enjoying a peaceful walk to class, but it’s not as if you expected to have an early conversation with someone as well. it’s not like there’s a lot of people who like having your company other than tobio—you’re not even sure if he enjoys being with you. you’re not really the talkative type either so it’s a win-win situation for everyone. the only times you’d actually like having to initiate a conversation is with the barista at your current favorite cafe.

“ah, nothing much, but could you give this to your brother and tell him that i already found someone for him? oh wait, do you know about it?” he says as he hands you over the same folders that you handed to him early on yesterday. at first, it took you awhile to process his vague question until it finally hit you.

oh right, the very big change coming up for your life.

you nod, tucking the folders by your side. and just when you were about to speak, the sound of the bell rang over your heads that you had to exchange a quick goodbye or else you’re going to be late on your first subject again.

“thanks, (y/n).” koushi smiles brightly at you, despite his quite opposite state, as per usual. apparently, your brother thinks he’s such a great pretender, especially towards you. although you understand his intentions as well and that’s to be positive in front of you to not burden you with his own problems. how did you know? well, he is your brother, you not only knew him because you had been together ever since, but you have some of his bad habits as well, including this.

when you handed him the folders, you watched as he opened them, but you already knew what’s its contents, that's why you didn’t bother to look. leaving the faculty room, you never knew there would come a day where you’d miss going there often.

though before you could even go back peacefully to your classroom and grab both your bag and tobio, the moment you turned to a corner and there, you bumped into someone.

“watch where you’re going, fatass.”

“hey, ain’t you the kid from elementary? wow, you never changed, have ya?”

your whole body ran cold that you froze there, in the middle of the now-empty hallway, unable to breathe properly than you should. scenarios of the past then came like a film at the back of your mind, playing ever so carelessly as they indulge such negative emotions that now rushes through your veins.

a touch was all it took to bring you back to reality, and you heard a familiar voice that probably kept calling you all this time.

brown eyes—the person in front of you had such as his voice chants your name like a prayer, a plea to make you stay sane.

“are you alright? (y/n)-san?” wait… you know that voice.

you just know you had to save yourself from drowning—or was he the one who’s pulling you out?

“shinsuke?” you stuttered; hesitant, unsure. after all, how could someone like him come here at your school? is he delivering orders now?

“are you doing okay? you look pale… do you want me to take you to the clinic? just guide me where and i’ll help you, do you want me to carry you? he barged you with so many questions that your still-hazed mind failed to cope up with most of them. the only thing in your mind is him and how he seemed to have come at such a perfect timing.

“uh-no, it’s alright, i’m alright.” you tried to convince him, but it’s not like you were lying anyway. the moment you saw him, everything else have faded away—at least you tried them to be.

“maybe i should take you outside. come on, you look like you’re in need of some fresh air.” he didn’t ask you furthermore and took you gently by the wrist, ushering you to follow his lead, as if he was the one who had been on these school grounds for years and not you. you doubt he even knew his way around and was just trying to calm you down in some way.

you liked it though. you liked how his warm hand touches your skin, how his mere presence drowns away every other negative thought as if they were dust, too miniscule to even worry about. you liked his soft eyes and how they expressed his concern for you in his own way of doing so. and you liked how his comforting voice soothed over your tensed muscles, as if they massaged their way through just to ease up the bundles of tension in them.

perhaps what you feel towards this man, shinsuke, is more than just a simple admiration that lasted for months. you haven’t given much thought over it in fear that you might not be able to move on and get over, but they were growing day by day, little by little, and now you’re beginning to scold yourself for only realizing it now when it’s too late,

“shinsuke-san,”

you urged the both of you to halt, the murmurs and whispers that you passed by dissipated into faded echoes now that he is looking at you by his ever-so-soft stare, gazing at you with one that you could never fathom what he’s thinking about as he does so. he’s just mysterious, but it’s what makes him too exciting and thrilling to unfold; to see the layers that lay underneath that shell of his, like a crab, protecting its delicious contents, or a pearl inside a seashell. you were sure he’s beautiful inside and out.

that’s why you can’t just shut your mouth about it. you just have to get it out, it’s now or never.

because you’ve never felt like this to anyone, and you sure doubt you’d ever again.

“i love you.” you say, the words slipping out smoothly, rolling by your tongue easier than you ever thought it would. and the moment you realized you were able to let them out, a wave of relief washes over you, it was like your own body and mind was telling you to go and say it, beckoning you to open your heart, no matter what change may come your way.

the look he gave you showed a reaction you’ve never seen from him; furrowed brows, halted expression, it was clear that he was baffled with your sudden confession and that in no way would you have a chance of getting a happy ending today--not that it mattered much. your intention was merely to get it out of your chest.

and you’ve got no regret about that.

“what are-you’re supposed to prioritize yourself first. come on, let me take you to the clinic.” he continued to pull you away, as if that was what he intends to do with your feelings and supposedly-hidden desires for him that are now out in the open. it’s not as if that was what he was doing, but for you, it probably was what he’d do if he took your confession seriously.

“have you eaten your lunch yet, sugawara-san? i mean, (y/n), would you prefer to be called that way instead?” the nurse inquires as she tries to see if there was anything wrong with you aside from the claim of shinsuke’s description of you being pale and quite unresponsive since he apparently spent about a minute or two trying to bring you back to reality. you think he’s just over exaggerating, but you wouldn’t be surprised if that was hailed as the truth by the heavens. after all, there is a very good reason for that to happen anyway.

“uhm, i think i ate a piece of brea, or two.” you say, pondering over it for a moment, trying to recall the happenings before you suddenly remembered to deliver to your brother the folders that the counsellor asked you to do so. “and i don’t mind either way, but i do think it would be best to call my by (y/n) instead.”

by the end, the nurse only gave you an advice to eat more and drink water whilst also giving you some vitamin that you forgot what’s it’s called because you were too busy admiring shinsuke who’s from the side, trying to discuss with the nurse with regards to what could have possibly happened to you.

“thank you, by the way.” you say as you and him walk side by side, on the way towards the exit of the premises since you insisted that you take him there in return to accompanying you at the clinic earlier. “you shouldn’t have done it, but you still did. i’m grateful for that.”

shinsuke looks at you in the eye and your heart starts to beat faster again without your permission.

“there’s no need to thank me, but you should take care of yourself. you can never be full with just a loaf of bread.”

you nervously chuckled, your fingers twiddling as you averted your gaze to the ground. “i had to do something so i got up and abandoned my food, sorry about that.”

“don’t say sorry to me, you should apologize to yourself.”

now you didn’t know he was this naggy, but it surprisingly doesn’t irritate you more than how it should be for most people. it might have been because of your own feelings, but it doesn’t matter, it shouldn’t, anyway.

“still, thank you.” you say, a cheeky smile on your face, one you think you’ve never shown to just anyone, a look that even your brother or tobio would be surprised at because you rarely display it for them either. for shinsuke, it seems that all your insecurities are thrown away, as if your breathing is not withheld and you’re not drowning anymore. no matter how you’ve looked at it, the way shinsuke’s presence makes you more comfortable than you would to anyone else is unusual for you, but you’re on the borderline of being comfortable and not in the situation. if you were asked, you’re kind of.. calm.

“are you coming by at the cafe later? i’d treat you to a cinnamon bun if you’d lie. that’s your favorite, right?”

if you looked flustered, you didn’t have much time to hide them for you were already beaming like the sun from his words, the combination of his offer and your feelings mixing well together to form how you’d react to such a question.

“are you asking me for a date?” a sudden burst of confidence, one might say, but you’re having fun with it, in spite of the newness of the situation and circumstance, urging you to come out of your comfort zone, and shinsuke’s indulging you a bit more.

“as long as you eat, then you may call it that way.”

oh how you’d want to repeat that moment over and over, never changing until the end of time, even if it’s obviously not going to happen.

not when your future is about to change.

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justcourttee · 3 years

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New prompt idea! Following the defeat of Hawkmoth, Jason is terrified of the idea of Bruce adopting the sunshine child that is Adrien (that and all the puns that the boy makes... Adrien can't meet Dick!!!). He, alongside Damian, decide to try to get Selina to adopt a new cat instead. Unfortunately for everyone (except Adrien), Jon tags along. AdriJon for the ship and maybe Marinette being having a sibling relationship with the Wayne children?

I’m back to writing and when I saw this prompt, I was so excited. If it hasn’t been hinted at enough in some of my pieces, I adore AdriJon. I hope you like it! @elements1999

Stupid Lovestruck Jon

As Gabriel Agreste was drug from his front gates, the crowds surrounding the manor erupted in yet another round of cheers. Even with the hero’s help, the police had trouble keeping them back. Jason and Damian stood on the edge, both wearing matching grim expressions under their hoods and glasses.

“You know what this means D?”

Damian nodded solemnly, the scowl on his face deepening as Gabriel disappeared from their view.

“Father mustn't meet Agreste until we have found a suitable host family for him.”

The idea of Dick and Adrien bonding over stupid puns and forcing Jason and Damian to join in on family game nights was enough to send shivers down the two Wayne’s backs. There was no question about it, Adrien could not be allowed to be adopted.

“What do you think Selina would say if we brought her a kit?”

Damian shifted his gaze to Jason’s face, doing his best to hide his shock that Jason could come up with a coherent idea.

“I believe she would enjoy Plagg very much, Adrien though? Well, that would take some getting used to. How do you propose we get the two to meet?”

Jason’s face darkened quickly.

“It’ll be risky, but we invite them to America. After all, he’s going to need an escape from the media.”

“Perhaps Metropolis?”

The boys nodded as if that was the most logical sentence before both heads snapped up, their eyes widening at the sight of the petite hero that had landed between them. Marinette threw her arms around the boys’ shoulders, dragging them down to her own height.

“There is only room for so much sunshine at the Wayne estate. Dick has monopolized all of it and for the sake of not only you but myself as well, Adrien needs a more stable parental figure than Bruce Wayne. Not that my first choice would be Selena, but I know that she has a soft spot for orphans, no matter what she says.”

Both boys tried to wrestle their way out of her grasp, but it was nearly impossible with Tikki to help her.

“Here’s how it will go. I will go to help the police finalize anything they need for this arrest and you will trail Chat Noir until he decided to transform back. I want to be there as well, but unfortunately, the police aren’t exactly understanding when it comes to personal relationships.”

With a nod, the sound of two smacks echoed as she disappeared into the sky, the only trace of her being matching red spots on both of the Wayne’s necks.

“I really despise when she does that, no matter how much I want to be impressed.”

Jason chuckled as he nudged Damian forward, both of them slipping into the nearest building to change before anyone from the media could catch sight of the American’s on the scene of what would become known as the greatest arrest in Paris’ history.

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“You know, I caught the trail of you following me a couple of blocks back. You don’t have to stay hidden.”

Damian let out a small string of curses as he stepped out from behind the chimney and into view of the black cat.

“I hate magic.”

Adrien chuckled as he waited for Jason to step out from the other side, both boys looking a little sheepish that they had been caught.

“Did Marinette ask you to follow me? Cause that sounds like something she would do. Really, I’m fine guys. Once we started the investigation, so much more began to make sense. He wanted to disguise the fact that he was selfish, wanting just my mother for himself, no matter the consequence. Even if it meant sacrificing me..”

Damian swallowed awkwardly as he glanced between Jason and Adrien. Thanks to Dick’s persistent pestering, he had gotten slightly better at reading emotions and watching his tongue, but this was uncharted territory and as much as he hated to admit it, he had no idea what to do.

Adrien let out a shaky laugh as he stood, brushing off the imaginary dust from his suit.

“Whatever, so what is Maribug’s master plan for avoiding the press? I know she sent you here to collect me for that very reason, so what could it be?”

Jason cleared his throat as he stepped forward, his smile completely see-through as the worry shined.

“Well, how would you feel about a trip overseas? Metropolis perhaps? You’re a huge Superman fanboy, aren’t you? Well, Dami here is besties with his son and we thought it would be a grand idea for you to have a distraction. What do you say?”

Damian frowned at Jason’s choice of wording. Besties felt a little strong for the relationship that he held with Jon, perhaps tolerable coworkers was better suited?

“Okay.”

Both boys tried to hide their surprised faces. They knew he was desperate for an escape, but his response was still quick for their liking. Honestly, they thought it was going to take a bit more convincing than that.

“Let Marinette know that I’ll be on her balcony whenever she finishes up. I’m sure she has a long night ahead of her and will want to talk to me when she can and guys?” Both boys raised their eyebrows, curiosity, and worry nitpicking their expressions. “Thanks for coming to see me.”

And with that, he leaped off the roof leaving the batbrothers to wonder if Metropolis would be the best idea for the man who effectively was orphaned in one day.

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“Dami!”

Before he even had a chance to throw his hands up in defense, Jon had already tackled him in a bone-crushing hug much to his annoyance.

“I told you not to call me by that stupid nickname anymore Kent.”

With much effort, Damian shoved Jon off and into Marinette’s waiting arms.

“Aw, but Dami it’s so cute.” The muffled laughter coming from behind him was not helping.

Damian cut his eyes to where Jason and Adrien stood, both chuckling to themselves. He knew it was Jason’s idea to call up Jon to make this impromptu trip more believable for his father, but when breaking it down, Damian wasn’t completely sure that this option was much better than taking Adrien straight to Dick’s side.

“Anyways, I know I’m just the cover story so that you can meet up with Selina and all that, but do you have time to spare? I’d love to show Mari and Adrien around Metropolis! That’s your name, right? Adrien? Mari used to have so many cutouts of you-”

A smack echoed through the airport lobby as Jon found himself in a headlock courtesy of one petite heroine.

“Oh, you wanna bring that up now Jon? I don’t suppose you remember asking for a couple of my magazines for yourself huh?”

There was an undeniable shade of red emitting from under Marinette’s arm, one all three boys noted. A sputtering Jon finally managed to free himself, the red more visible as he gently pushed Marinette away.

“Hey it’s okay, it’s the cost of being a celebrity right?” Adrien reached out, his hand gently brushing Jon’s arm.

A sudden realization hit Damian as he watched his friend jump nearly 100 feet into the air, the red seemingly brighter than before. As Jon linked arms with Marinette, hurriedly leading them out of the airport, Adrien gently coaxing the two to behave, Damian gripped Jason’s jacket pulling the two of them to a stop.

“What do you want brat? We’re gonna get left behind-” With one killer glare, Jason slowly quieted, curiosity seeping into his expression.

“Jason, is uh- does Jonathon- does he see guys as viable mates?”

There was a slight pause and for a moment, Damian felt a bit relieved that perhaps he was not the only one to fail to notice such a thing about the Kent boy. But the moment ended abruptly as Jason erupted in laughter, drawing the attention from some passing by.

“What is it you buffoon? People are staring at us, silence yourself, and answer me.”

“Me buffoon? No, no, no” Jason’s laughter slowly ceased, but the shit-eating grin that replaced it did nothing to ease Damian’s nerves. “You see, you are the only idiot here. What is Jon? An animal? His mating preference?”

Damian felt his face heating up as his grip tightened on Jason’s jacket, intent on tearing a small hole in his precious belonging.

“Now Damian, I know you are dense, but Jon has always talked about guys with you. Did you just think they were all besties? That your third-wheeling on his dates where they gave each other like pecks on the cheek or held hands was just because you hate physical contact and his other friends didn’t mind it?”

The more Jason talked, the redder Damian felt his face becoming. Sure he had noticed before, but it never felt like it was something that mattered much. Plus, it wasn’t like Jon had mentioned anything to him about coming along on his supposed dates. How was he supposed to know?

Letting go of Jason’s jacket, Damian huffed after his friends, ignoring his brother’s taunting calls. There was only one thought that was still left on his mind.

If Jon had a crush on Adrien Agreste, this could ruin the whole plan.

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He was right.

What was implied to be a one day tour ended with them staying a week in Metropolis. And the worst part? Damian was completely powerless to do anything about it.

“Hey enfant démon, you seen my partner or yours for that matter?”

Damian scowled at Marinette as she leaned against his doorframe, her expression as exasperated as he felt.

“I told you to quit calling me that. Just because it’s in French doesn’t make it better heathen.”

Marinette stuck her tongue out at him, remaining firm in her spot as she waited for her answer. With a great sigh, Damian shook his head, glancing from his book to out the hotel window.

“They snuck out sometime early this morning while I was on my run. Jason was supposed to be keeping an eye on them.”

A slight protest echoed through the suite as Marinette shook her head.

“Do you think we’ll ever get Adrien to meet Selina at this rate? I know he needed this break, but I hadn’t expected to be gone this long. I just turned 17, if it wasn’t for Jason here being a technical adult, my parents would have never let me come. I’m honestly surprised that they haven’t shown up to drag me to Paris.”

Damian nodded slightly, his thoughts straying to the idea of an angry Sabine showing up at their hotel. The thought alone was enough to send a shiver down his spine. He opened his mouth, unsure how to respond when he caught the sound of a set of familiar giggles outside the suites’ door.

“We’re home! Marinette! You won’t believe how awesome the sunrise in Metropolis is when you’re so high up. Jon is awesome!”

The boy tried his best to hide his blush as he gently swatted Adrien’s shoulder, earning a giggle from the blonde.

“Okay lovebirds, how about you stop running off without the rest of us? At least tell us where you’re going, is that too much to ask?”

A simultaneous ‘yes mom’ came from the duo as they ducked out of Marinette’s reach, racing down the hallway.

“That’s it, I’m calling Selena right now. Damian, Jason, between the two of you, figure out a way to keep our rebellious teens in check. It shouldn’t take longer than thirty minutes for her to arrive, I’m sure the two of you can manage.”

Jason peeked his head into Damian’s room, his eyebrows raised matching how Damian felt. Did she have any idea how hard it was to hold down a Kryptonian without using Kryptonite? If only she hadn’t banned Damian from bringing it to Metropolis.

With a small huff of annoyance, Damian swung his legs off his bed, placing his book back on the nightstand carefully. This was going to be the longest thirty minutes of his life.

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“Dammit children, can’t you sit still for one minute!” Jason gripped both boy's collars as he tossed them back onto the couch that they had escaped from.

“Aw, c’mon Jason. I thought you were the fun Wayne! I just want to show Adrien a good time before he had to leave.”

Damian wasn’t sure how much more Jason could take. The vein on his forehead looked like it was about to burst from him resisting beating the two to a pulp. It was honestly a bit satisfying to look at.

“Can you at least explain why we’re on house arrest? The day has just started and we’re already wasting it.”

“I told you already Agreste, Marinette wants you to meet a friend of hers that lives nearby. We can’t have you skipping out before she gets here.”

Adrien sighed dramatically before falling into Jon’s shoulder.

“But waiting is boring!”

Damian felt his nose twitch while staring at the blonde. Honestly, he didn’t know how Marinette was able to keep up with this child-like energy for all the years she had. He was exhausted after a mere thirty minutes.

The sound of the doorknob rattling caught the attention of the four as a collective sigh of relief echoed through the room.

“Well hello there my kittens, long time no see.” Within a split second, Selina was already on top of Damian, pulling him into the biggest hug she could manage.

“Release me you heathen, I do not like being touched!”

Selina giggled as she tightened her hug before releasing him, allowing him to drop to the floor.

“Oh, I know. I enjoy giving you a hard time the most Damiboo.”

Damian cringed at the nickname as he allowed Marinette to help him back to his feet. While Selina was unbearable, he honestly had to applaud Jason for his thought. If anyone could reign in the energy Adrien had, it would be her.

“You must be Adrien. I’m Selina Kyle, so very nice to meet you.”

Adrien swallowed hard as he tentatively reached out his hand to shake hers. No one could blame him, the look on Selina’s face was terrifying as if she was admiring a jewel before shattering it into pieces.

“Now let’s cut to the chase. Do you want to live with me? You obviously need a parent figure in your life, but you also only have a year left until you can be on your own. I know it’s a big change from Paris, but between Zeta tubes and that little horse your friend Marinette carries, you’ll never be too far.”

Damian bit his lip hard, trying not to yell at Selina for her brashness. She was supposed to be gentle and coaxing. Get him to like her, spend the day with him, and then suggest it. Adrien looked as white as a ghost, as expected when someone you’ve only heard stories about shows up in your hotel room with adoption papers.

“Uhm, I don’t really want a guardian. My aunt said she would rent me an apartment wherever I wanted and when the time came for my 18th birthday, she’d sign it over to me-”

Adrien was cut off as Selina placed a finger over his lips, shocking him into silence.

“Honey, I can do that for you. Don’t rely on family who will want to steal your father’s fortune. However, I will have a few conditions.”

Adrien nodded slowly, his eyes glancing around frantically as if asking for help.

“First, you must visit Wayne Manor once a week for a family dinner, I refuse to let you off the hook with no real resemblance of a family. Second, you must rent here in Metropolis where you already have a good person looking out for you. And third, you must force Damian and Jason to participate in these once a week dinners.”

Jason and Damian shouted frantically for him to decline, their plans falling to pieces before them. They only quieted down after Marinette reached back giving them matching red bumps on their foreheads.

“What do you say, sweetie? I can tell you and Jon are already close and I think this would be best for everyone. You had already finished your studies in France so you can take this year to decide what you want to do next in life and I think between the Kents and us, we can help you with that.”

It took less than a minute for Adrien to agree and for Damian and Jason to be bested by two black cats. Selina insisted on lunch to celebrate, dragging Adrien and Jon with her and out the door leaving the three exhausted crusaders behind.

“Well, technically Bruce won’t be the one adopting him.” Marinette shrugged before plopping on the couch, the other two following suit.

“Yeah, but like, we went through all this trouble to stop Dick and Adrien from meeting, and now we will be having weekly dinners with them. Marinette, you are officially forced into this agreement as well.” Jason poked at her side, a small sigh of defeat escaping from his lips.

“Stupid lovestruck Jon.” Marinette and Jason turned their attention to where Damian sat, his arms crossed in annoyance. “I bet if they hadn’t had this week to hang out, Selina wouldn’t have picked up on their stupid crushes. Why do you women always feel the need to meddle?”

The air was silent for a moment before laughter erupted from Damian’s right side. Shaking his head, he couldn’t help the small giggle that came from his own mouth. Stupid Jon, making him attend family dinners with the likes of Dick and Adrien. He was happy for him, not to be confused with the utter annoyance he felt for him at the moment as well.

As they sat there joking about their shared fate and pondering how it could’ve gone differently, one thought was constant across all three of their minds:

Who could’ve planned for stupid lovestruck Jon?

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hey-its-nonny · 3 years

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chapter two!! these will be very inconsistent concerning the times that they’re released and i’m sorry lol bUT i’ll write as much as i can when i can and try to make a posting schedule :) hope y’all enjoy it!! side note: this picks up right where we left off last chapter :) warning: slight slight angst in the beginning ~~~~ The quiet crackle of the fire was all that could be heard in the night. Silence was often a blessing in times like these. It allowed you to be alone with your thoughts for a while and process what happened.

But, if you were being honest, you just wanted to forget about it.

You wanted to not think about it. To not think about the fact that you’d almost lost your very best friend to an orc, and that you hadn’t stopped it. Legolas did. You locked your gaze on the flickering flames before you, poking the fire to keep it alight.

Your thoughts went dark as your eyes remained fixed in the flame, your sharp and aware expression going dull. What if Legolas hadn’t made it in time? What if Aragorn had died? You wouldn’t have known what to do with yourself.

But a familiar voice saved you from your thoughts. “If you’re going to take the night watch, you should keep your senses about you.” The elf chimed, causing you to jump at the sudden noise. You looked up to find the elf observing your features intently, his own expression..smug?

You peered into his blue eyes, unaware of what you were searching for. Then, you realized you’d been staring for just a little too long.

At that, you redirected your gaze to the fire, suddenly very interested in poking the fire. “I didn’t know you were awake.” You admitted in a still voice, subconsciously pulling the cloak tighter around yourself.

Even as you looked away from him, Legolas still seemed to find a very keen interest in your face. You felt exposed and you did not like it at all.

“You seem troubled. What is bothering you?” He asked in a quiet, nonchalant voice, careful not to wake the sleeping man a few feet away from him. You turned your head up at the question, brows slightly raised in surprise.

As it turned out, you didn’t like being so easily read. It was annoying. “Nothing.” You answered curtly, leaning against the rock behind you as you let your eyes close for a moment.

You breathed in, focusing on whatever you could to calm yourself. Whatever would help you forget that you almost lost Aragorn. Then, you breathed out all of the stress from the day, relaxing before you spoke once more. “Thank you,” You breathed, lifting your head to look at the elf with gratitude.

He looked confused for a moment, before you explained. “for saving Aragorn. I do not know what I would have done if I’d lost him.” You admitted, your tone solemn. Legolas nodded, offering an almost warm smile in return. After seconds of silence, Legolas’ voice could be heard.

“So the two of you are close, I suppose?” He inquired, raising a brow in question. “Yes. He’s my best friend.” You confirmed with a slight smile, but then you remembered: you didn’t even know the elf you were talking to. “And there is not a thing I wouldn’t do to protect him.” You stated, the other taking the warning you gave.

Telling him a little bit couldn’t do any harm, could it? “I did not have family growing up. So, when I met A-“ You stopped for a split second, correcting yourself quickly. “Strider, there was almost an instant bond between us.”

“He has been like my brother ever since.” A smile tugged on the ends of your lips, crinkling the corners of your eyes and filling your body with a temporary sense of warmth. Legolas seemed sad, like you spoke of things that were merely wishes to him.

And the cold came back, more bone-chilling and violent than ever. You quietly groaned, narrowing your eyes at the entrance to the cave, tugging the cloak with an annoyed expression. “How about you? What was it like for you growing up?” You asked through slightly chattering teeth, a brow raised.

Legolas simply stood, walking over to sit next to you. What was he doing? You stared at Legolas with a rather confused expression, relaxing a bit when he mimicked your actions from earlier with his head resting against the rock wall behind the both of you.

“I am an only child.” The elf finally spoke up, opening one of his eyes to peer at you. “I was raised in Mirkwood, brought up by my mother and father, Elerrian and Thranduil.” He elaborated, eyes dim with an emotion close to grief.

Then, it clicked.

You nodded in understanding, deducing that this was, in fact, the prince of Mirkwood. You’d expected him to be handsome, given what you’d heard, but this was a bit unexpected.

Shaking your head in the slightest way, you dismissed the thought and turned to ask, “What are you doing here, then?” You slightly tilted your head, leaning in a little out of curiosity.

“I couldn’t go back, so I came to find him.” The elf nodded towards Aragorn, then stopped to look at you. “And I suppose you as well.” He added, the slightest hint of a smile on his face.

You rolled your eyes playfully, nudging him with your elbow. “Do my eyes betray me, or is that a smile I see on your face?” You lightly taunted, drawing a chuckle from the elf. “I was beginning to wonder if you were even capable of such an expression.” You added, chuckling quietly as your eyelids grew heavier and heavier.

As the night went on, you found it harder to stay awake. So, you kept on telling stories of your adventures with Aragorn, keeping your eyes open as best you could.

“I remember traveling to the woodland realm with Strider once. It was beautiful.” You reminisced, leaning into Legolas’ side more than you meant to. “We got lost for a while, but eventually we found our way.” “A lot has changed since then.” The elf added, a twinge of sadness behind his deep blue eyes.

“Why did you come to find us? You didn’t explain that much.” You asked, forcing your eyes to stay open while you nodded off. “The battle for Erebor took its toll on everyone. Including me.” He stared at the ground, fiddling with his fingers.

“One I held dear did not return my affections, but instead held close to another.” He admitted, the information only drawing further sadness from the eyes you’d begun to grow fond of.

Though he didn’t show it, at least not intentionally, you could tell that it still hurt for Legolas to talk about this. And that’s when you felt guilty for asking. “I’m sorry, I did not know.” You quietly apologized, placing a hesitant, yet comforting hand on the elf’s shoulder.

Beneath your cold s/c palm, you felt a slight flinch, but soon the other relaxed into the touch after a few moments. This woman he fancied had really broken his heart, hadn’t she? The elf conveyed no further emotion in the eyes that told you so much, yet so little, nodding in acknowledgement.

“You’re right, mellon, you didn’t know. You do not need to apologize.” He reassured, taking note of your struggle to stay awake. And just as he did, you drifted off to sleep, resting your head, surprisingly, on his shoulder. He was okay with that. ~~~~~ chapter two is out!!! i’m really happy with this one. also, a HUGE shoutout to @sokkasdarling who helped me out with this last part i was struggling with. love ya hon <3 tagging: @elvish-sky @themerriweathermage please private message me if you want to be added to the tag list, otherwise i’ll forget. thank you all so much for reading and for all of your support! i love and appreciate y’all so much 💞💞

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The 14th Department (AFTERL!FE) Meets the Demon Brothers and Undateables (Obey Me!)

Lucifer

Noah heard he has a dog. He is staying far away from the pretentious eldest.

Oldest big brother? You better believe Youssef finds a kindred spirit, even if they differ wildly in personalities.

Louis lives for the almost regal aesthetic Lucifer has got going on. Lucifer, in turn, lives for the day Louis will stop talking.

Quincy finds this whole trip preposterous (“What the heck is the Devildom? What happened to the Underworld?”) and does not like Lucifer’s condescending attitude (it conflicts with his own!).

Ethan doesn’t like Lucifer—proud and arrogant people with no reason to be so are not to be respected. Lucifer despises Ethan for the same reason.

Day! Will! Not! Go! Near! Lucifer! He’s so scary! But Cerberus is his best friend now (Nine-Nine who?).

Nine and Theo together find out that the eldest demon is into classical music and spend hours discussing early compositions with him.

Ell cannot be around this demon! He is a fallen angel! He tries to be nice (and because Ell is kind, so is Lucifer, even if the sickly sweetness of the angel drives him up the wall), but every good wish is punctuated with a sneeze.

Lucifer is so overworked, so by way of his calm disposition and love for meditation, Jamie helps him find ways to relax.

The eldest demon’s general demeanor astonishes June. How manly he is!

Likewise, Sian can’t go near Lucifer without feeling nervous. The man drips dominating energy!

Verine can’t understand the eldest’s love for classical music. Rock is infinitely better.

Mammon

Um, Mori and him are best friends. They together cause trouble in the House of Lamentation and in the 14th Department with their many get-rich-quick schemes.

Gaudy and expensive taste? Sign Louis up.

Ethan says ‘no’ to the demon’s general pomposity (it reeks of low self-esteem) and by God, doesn’t he own anything that depicts an iota of class?

Mammon is one speedy demon—how can Kirr not appreciate his fleetfootedness when it would bring him so much use whilst hunting? Apart from that, Kirr has no respect for that reprehensible thief, for the very idea of stealing brings back terrible memories.

Always belittled by their peers, Day and Mammon find a kindred spirit in each other, and Day is always reminded of his past life when he sees all the gold that Mammon professes to possess possesses.

Kati bit him twelve times because no dumb tsundere was going to steal his (cough Aitachi’s) spot as cutest in the Department!

Licht is eclipsed by Mammon’s demon form because how is he able to pull off wearing so little clothing so well? He must take notes. When he learns that Mammon is a model, too, he goes berserk with delight.

Cyrille finds the secondborn exceedingly stupid, although he begrudgingly gives him credit for being pretty decent at math.

Sian spots a fellow tsundere and runs away, because oh my God, it’s so obvious that Mammon likes this MC person!

Leviathan

Games? Social awkwardness? Extreme interest in things that no one else seems to care for? Cyrille has found his soulmate!

Aitachi and Kirr cringe at how Leviathan spends his leisure time, but are intrigued because they have never seen such methods of gaming and media consumption before.

Leviathan is forever at Quincy’s mercy, for the fellow demon has no qualms of absolutely crushing Levi’s already non-existent self-esteem.

Even though he loathes to admit it, Sian really likes the rhythm games Leviathan plays, and the thousands of idol posters in his room make him strangely nostalgic of his past life.

June wonders how Levi can go so long without feeling the overwhelming need to burst into a sprint now and again.

Theo almost kills the thirdborn because how is his room filled with so many Demonrito and Hell Mountain Dew containers? What filth!

Speaking of filth, Licht finds some of Levi’s dating sims and oh my darling, some of them are quite … lewd.

Ghilley and Leviathan together construct an elaborate Lego model of a castle from the anime My Sister Is A Fairy Princess, And Her Suitor Is Secretly An Ogre From a Land Far Away And Wants to Eat Us All, And It’s Up to Me to Save My Sister’s Kingdom.

Ethan can’t even walk past Leviathan’s room without a disapproving “tut.” Has the demon no discipline, despite being rumored to be the Grand Admiral of Hell’s Navy?

Kati spends all day poking at the cute monster and waifu figurines situated in Levi’s bedroom. He thinks Azuki-tan is cute, but not as cute as him, and anyone who says otherwise will get bitten!

Aitachi likes to rifle through Leviathan’s anime sword replica collection and giggle because in combat, they would be of no more use than a toothpick.

Satan

Finally! Someone with sense! thinks Ethan. Boy, do these two get along, right down to their educated and proper mannerisms to their mutual hatred of Lucifer.

Verine can’t go near Satan without coughing violently because the forthborn always has some manner of cat hair on him, no matter how diligently he preens.

Cats are infinitely better than dogs, so Noah sticks close to Satan.

Cyrille thought he had found a friend in Satan, who always has his nose in a book, but it turns out, Satan is more philosophically-and-intellectually-versed, while Cyrille is more scientific.

Nine likes Satan, for he is as calm as himself. Strangely enough, they both seem to have hidden wrathful feelings and bond over this.

Kitties! :D is all Day can think when he sees the fourthborn.

Youssef enjoys Satan’s company, too, for they both are anthropological in nature—always watching, but never interfering until there is a need.

Blond and princelike are the two of them, but Louis is sorely disappointed when Satan’s royal appearance is merely a façade of darker emotions to come, where Louis enjoys life in its every aspect. “How disappointing art thou, Satan!” Louis throws rose petals in distress.

Kirr and Aitachi try to hunt one of Satan’s cats, thinking it was some kind of Devildom’s finest prey. Satan does not forgive them for the attempt.

Theo sneezes the moment he enters Satan’s room. Although everything is in its place and not truly messy by any means, he refuses to let the stacks and stacks of books sit idly by when they are begging to be put in shelves!

Quincy and Satan each add to their respective repertoire of curses in their time together. It does not bode well for anyone in the House of Lamentation or 14th Department.

Asmodeus

They are … essentially the same person, so you can bet your ass that Licht and Asmo absolutely live for each other’s company. They literally spend hours modeling clothes together, discussing fashion, gossiping about their romantic exploits, and praising their overall appearance.

Louis joins in too, although he mostly stays for the latter, and the three vanquish away many nights complimenting their own and the others’ looks.

Sometimes Asmo likes to sew patches and sequins onto his clothes and mend them to his own design, and Aitachi, who likes to sew, learns many different ways of stitching from the fifthborn, although he hates the fact that Asmo, like Licht, never shuts up about what an “adorable and cute warrior” he is!

Asmo has to know Kirr’s hair care routine, which Kirr gives in one, succinct sentence: “I wash it. Sometimes.”

Nine has to constantly flee Asmodeus’ presence because it is in his nature to compliment the Soul Reaper on how absolutely beautiful he looks.

Kati expects makeovers, all of which should emphasize his cuteness, every other day.

Don’t ask how long Mori spent calculating how much money Asmo spends on beauty products, because he wept at the end of it.

Verine refuses to step a foot into Asmodeus’ room because do you know how much his sinuses are going to bother him when he spends even a second into a room so deeply entrenched in the fragrance of flowers and perfume?

Ghilley is used to a personality so akin to his roommate, Licht, so he has no qualms in dealing with Asmo and quite likes the gossip he is quietly able to distill from the fifthborn.

Beelzebub

Brothers in their flaming orange hair, June gloms onto Beel with astounding loyalty (Theo refuses to admit jealousy, but ...), especially when he hears of his dedication to his twin.

Cyrille has to interrogate Beel on the structural integrity of his wings in his demon form because there is no way that such a flimsy apparatus could lift a demon of Beel’s stature even an inch into the air! Also, how much does Beel exercise if he expects to gain muscle and burn off the infinite calories that he consumes? It is a scientific mystery.

Day likes snacks, Beel likes snacks! Everything is right in the world (even if the demon accidentally mistook Day’s hair for a mint ice cream cone).

Jamie is constantly offering fresh fruits and vegetables to the sixthborn, but even though he eats them willingly, Beel much prefers foods that will actually fill him up for a short amount of time.

Again, Ethan is appalled by the lack of discipline Beelzebub shows. The demon is simply a slave to his appetite and deserves nothing less than scorn.

Theo cannot decide if he likes or hates the fact that Beel leaves a trail of crumbs wherever he goes. On one hand, he gets to clean, but on the other hand, it’s so messy ...

Even though he has many misgivings of fallen angels, even Ell cannot help but like Beel! As long as he is fed, the demon is very sweet and kind.

Noah likes Beel, too. Something about his easygoing and generally cheerful personality pleases him to no end.

Beel tried to eat Kati’s hair, thinking it was a yummy bun. Sadly, he got bit more times than Mammon.

Youssef is a good cook and is thereby followed by Beel wherever he goes. The kind Soul Reaper doesn’t mind, though.

Belphegor

Noah likes how Belphie takes things easily and calmly, although it probably wouldn’t hurt for him to get more exercise.

Belphegor is even more of a conundrum to June than Leviathan was. He decides that next time he goes to the Devildom, he’s going to bring an extra pair of running shoes because the demon most certainly was wanting of physical exertion!

Kirr is absolutely astonished at the unguarded and completely lax way Belphie sprawls out in the House of Lamentation, sleeping. If he was an enemy tribesman, he would have no trouble in taking the demon down as he slept.

“This kind of laziness is not fit for a warrior at all!” cries Aitachi any time he seems Belphie dozing off.

Jamie likes Belphegor’s way of thinking. Sometimes, sitting under an apple tree in the sweltering summer heat after a hard day of work just causes one to be overcome with the desire to take a nap.

Youssef tries to brew Belphie a cup of espresso, but the caffeine just doesn’t seem to have an effect on the Avatar of Sloth.

Although he is slightly disheartened by the fact that his quiet footsteps seem to have no effect on the seventhborn, as he is always asleep, Ghilley revels in the prospect of drawing unsavory graffiti on the demon’s face when he slumbers.

Day sometimes tries to rouse Belphie, and Belphie, in turn, tries to kill Day.

Like his observations on his twin, Cyrille cannot fathom how the demon could sleep so much. How could one body need so much rest?

Simeon

Ell loves him. How can he not? He is the perfect angel! He is also very curious as to how the Celestial Realm of Obey Me!’s world works compared to the one in AFTERL!FE.

His whole aesthetic mesmerizes Louis. There’s something so tranquil but regal about it.

Licht wants to know where he can get an exact copy of Simeon’s outfit because darling, it's gorgeous.

Youssef probably spends more time around Simeon than he should, but his calm demeanor is so refreshing compared to the chaos in the 14th Department and the House of Lamentation.

Kirr and Aitachi together lament with Simeon on the struggles of working with technology. Why is it so difficult?

Something about the angel’s holy air makes Mori very much not inclined to ask him how much the gold clasp on his cape is worth.

Quincy hates the “pretentious” and “stuck up” angel and bickers with him almost as much as he bickers with Ell. Simeon never responds to his goading, although ... he does get a bit prickly when Quincy criticizes Luke or the Celestial Realm too harshly.

Encouraged by the prospect that he can actually breathe in the (fresh-smelling) presence of Simeon, Verine enjoys his company, but is perpetually annoyed by the fact that the angel seems to pity him for his condition.

Ethan can’t hate Simeon, either. He is the sole honorable character he can find in the entire Devildom, even though he has to admit that it seems that the angel is hiding something.

Day really likes Simeon! He’s so nice and is always ready to play with him.

As a man of science, Cyrille scoffs at Simeon (and Luke’s) unfaltering belief in religion.

Luke

Kati bites him on sight. Luke just seems irritating and how dare he think himself cuter than him!

Aitachi sympathizes with Luke, for they both lament on not being taken seriously because of their age.

Luke reminds him a bit too much of a chihuahua for Noah to be too fond of him, but the little angel means well, so Noah suffers his incessant barking out of (Kind)ness.

Day is a human puppy ... and Luke is an angel chihuahua. They get along great, although Luke makes it his most important goal to Christianize Day, who seems to believe in other things!

Quincy wonders when Luke will stop talking and is constantly entertaining thoughts of hastening the day when he will. Likewise, Luke wishes the “horrible demon” would go away forever.

As a fellow angel, Ell finds Luke to be great fun. It’s strange though, Luke seems to always be expressing the opposite of what he’s feeling in typical tsundere fashion, but he never sneezes.

Sian finds Luke to be of the utmost annoyance. He’s so short (heh) and yappy and annoying!

Kirr wonders if the little angel will make a good hunting dog, but after he realizes that Luke has a lot of trouble keeping his mouth closed, he thinks better of it.

His dealings with Day cause Nine to be an excellent caretaker of Luke when Simeon is away. You just have to deal with exuberant personalities like his carefully, is all.

Ghilley and Licht give Luke “five stars” in terms of cuteness. The young angel does not approve!

Theo stays far away from Luke. Children are walking crumb-and-stain-factories and he is not going to get dirty.

Solomon

Quincy and Solomon exchange many spell incantations and curses and keep the rest of the Soul Reapers, angels, and demons in an uproar with their constant shenanigans.

When he notices that Solomon has many fortune-telling artifacts in his room, Kati rifles through them all (without permission), much to the sorcerer’s amusement, especially when Kati discovers many supposedly unpleasant things about his future.

Although Quincy and Solomon are the true troublemaking duo in terms of pranks (Satan helps, sometimes), Day and Solomon are almost equal in measure, although much of Day’s rogurey is an accident, and he never means to cause any harm!

Licht is instantly enamored by Solomon’s cape—what style! You can see the entire Milky Way embroidered on it (Cyrille instantly assures him that that is not actually the case)!

Ghilley can’t help but wonder why anyone thinks Solomon is shady. He seems to be a pretty upstanding, if chaotic, guy?

Youssef admires the humanity of Solomon. In a land of angels and demons and even Soul Reapers, it’s good to have someone so normal.

Unlike Ghilley, Ethan definitely notices that something shady is afoot when Solomon is around. Because of this, he tails the sorcerer wherever he goes, for he’d rather not a ruckus be caused.

Sian has many questions for Solomon on the status of idols in the Human World since he left it. What are the newest trends? The most popular groups? The most admired dance moves? He wants to know it all.

Barbatos

Cyrille finds the whole time-travel aspect of Barbatos’ powers intriguing and derails the butler from his duties for hours in attempts to understand the nuances of this overpowering concept.

Ethan privately thinks that he looked much better in a butler suit than the demon. What is even going on with the front of his outfit? A diligent and uncomplaining demon is Barbatos, and Ethan has to respect him for that, even if he is a position so beneath his own.

He’s so scary! D: thinks Day, even though Barbatos is nothing but kind to him.

Kirr likes the fine fare that Barbatos cooks, although he laments not being able to win “the mind game” against the butler, who he spends many hours staring coolly at.

Theo and Barbatos spend many an evening chatting about the best way to maintain the most perfect state of cleanliness.

The strong smell of detergent follows Barbatos sometimes, and Verine can never bring himself too close to the demon. However, he has to begrudgingly admit that if it weren’t for the overwhelming stench of chemicals, he would be breathing in a suffocating cloud of dust particles, so he has to thank the butler for that.

Jamie gives Barbatos many good recipes for fruit pies and Youssef can’t wait to try all the (possibly) delicious recipes that Barbatos recites to him.

Ghilley, unfortunately, finds it very difficult to sneak up on the butler, for Barbatos has seen all Ghilley’s attempts to scare him in all the timelines he has observed.

Diavolo

This bumbling idiot is the ruler of the Devildom? thinks Ethan with great distaste. However dignified Diavolo might be, Ethan cannot see past the blindingly cheerful mask he puts on and finds it most undignified.

A fellow royal! How is Louis supposed to resist striking a long-winded conversation? Diavolo entertains Louis’ pompous and overbearing self and they find each other most delightful.

Licht positively drools over Diavolo’s demon form outfit. Just how he is pulling off that much style?

Quincy finds much enjoyment in disrespecting the Prince of the Devildom to no end and is always disappointed when Diavolo responds to his insults with a tolerating smile.

The Prince of Demons and the son of the Demon Lord are titles that are essentially the bane of Ell’s existence, but he manages to be most respectful toward him, even though he is shaking in his shoes and wondering when all their interactions will come to and end.

Day lived like a king in his past life and is not even remotely fazed by the enormous amount of finery found in the Demon Lord’s Castle. He is, however, enamored with the Little D’s, who, when not insulting him, are great fun!

Diavolo’s lifestyle of luxury is basically Mori’s dream, so he takes every opportunity to make notes of the expensive furniture and ancient pieces.

Noah and Youssef like how down-to-Earth Diavolo is, despite his high position. They feel as if he has something to hide, but for the most part, he is a jolly fellow and they enjoy his company.

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Kaira

I figured Father’s Day would be a good day to let Tel unleashed his Dad Energy, so have the fic where he finally gets to meet Kaira. :D

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Tel’s glance at the wall chrono showed the same exact time as the last three checks and he dropped onto the couch with a loud, disgruntled huff. His knee started bouncing the second he braced his feet against the low table and he let his head fall back to stare at the ceiling.

Elara’s face filled his view, upside down, as she leaned over. “Soon, love.”

“Soon isn’t soon enough,” Tel grumbled. He cracked his knuckles and his knee bounced faster.

“I know.” She kissed his forehead, a faint smile curing her lips when she pulled back. “This is about the state I thought you’d be in today,” she said softly, and kissed his nose.

“I see what you’re doing, Els,” Tel murmured, reaching up to rub her arm with one hand.

“Mm, do you?”

He smiled at the mischief in her voice. “You’re tryin’ to distract me by bein’ all... you.”

Elara laughed softly. “Only temporarily. So you don’t go stir-crazy.” She pressed a gentle kiss to his lips. “Is it working?”

“Sort of.” His hand slid up to cup the back of her neck and he craned upward for a more serious kiss. “You know I love you, sweetheart, but I’m also really lookin’ forward to meeting her.”

Elara’s smile widened. “Understandable.” She kissed his forehead again, then circled the couch to sit next to him. “I’m glad you’re so looking forward to it, dearest. According to Aleksei, Kaira’s been bouncing off the walls and counting down days since we made arrangements.”

“Sounds about right,” Tel said with a chuckle. “She is my daughter, which means enthusiasm is in her blood. And she’s yours, which means orderliness is, as well.”

She laughed and rubbed his arm. “Only time will tell which she gravitates toward more.”

He was just opening his mouth to reply when his comm beeped, followed shortly by the fuzzy blue holo of Hylo grinning ear to ear. “Shuttle on approach, Commander. Thought you’d want to know.”

“You thought right,” Tel said, already pushing off the couch. “Thanks, we’ll be right there.” He closed the connection and offered Elara a hand up. “They’re early.”

She smiled. “You’re complaining?”

Tel grinned and started tugging her toward the door. “Hell, no.”

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Tel, with Elara close behind him, made it down to the hanger bay before the shuttle even docked. It took everything in him to keep from bouncing like an impatient child as he watched the small craft ease into the hanger with a near-perfect landing. Elara interlaced her fingers with his and he held tight.

The shuttle’s small size meant it held no more than four or five passengers, so at least it wouldn’t be a long wait for the anticipated parties--

The door was barely open when a short, dark-haired figure came streaking down the ramp and darted across the tarmac. She skidded to a halt in front of Tel and surveyed him with eager curiosity. (An inspection that mattered more to him than any drill instructor or CO’s ever had.)

“You’re my dad?” she asked, shoving hair out of her eyes, back toward her slipping-loose ponytail.

Tel went to one knee, putting them almost eye-level(she was tall for her age). “That’s me-”

Kaira barely let him get the words out before she flung her arms around his neck in a ferociously tight hug driven by so much enthusiasm it almost knocked him over. Her complete lack of hesitation made his heart swell and he tried in vain to swallow the lump in his throat as he hugged her back.

“Mom’s told me all about you,” she said, pulling back just enough to grin at him, displaying the gaps from three lost baby teeth.

“There’s a scary thought,” Tel joked, voice rough, and shot Elara a smirk.

She rolled her eyes and lightly bopped the back of his head. “I promise I painted you in a flattering light, dearest. Hence her excitement.”

“Good point,” Tel relented, and Elara smiled.

“Now” --she turned to Kaira, arms held out-- “do I get one of those hugs as well, darling?”

“Oh. Yeah!” Kaira released her grip on Tel and pivoted to wrap an almost as enthusiastic hug around her mother’s waist. “Missed you, Mom.”

Tel pushed to his feet and turned to the other figure, who had followed Kaira down the ramp and been watching the meeting/reunion with a quiet smile. “Aleksei, good to see you.”

“You as well.” Aleksei grasped the hand Tel held out to shake, his smile turning wry as he nodded at their joined hands. “And with no barriers this time.”

Tel laughed as they released the handshake. “Yeah, Elara told me you managed to earn the brass’ trust.” The scarring Elara had mentioned was obvious as well; up the right side of Aleksei’s neck and climbing over his jaw to stop just shy of his cheekbone, a small divot in his eyebrow, permanently red and rough skin on the back of his hand.

Aleksei chuckled. “Yes, though I do wish it had taken slightly less than getting myself blown up to do so.”

Tel snorted. “Word of warning; they only give you medals for the first couple times you do that. Then it’s more likely they’ll grouse about your medical expenses than commend your braver-- Ow!” He laughed and rubbed his arm where Elara had whacked him.

“Don’t be encouraging my brother to follow in your footsteps, dearest,” she admonished, fighting a smile. “Worrying about one of you is quite enough.”

“I was warning him not to, Els,” Tel protested.

“And he made a very compelling case,” Aleksei chipped in.

“Thank you.” Tel gave his arm another exaggerated rub. “Now, can I spend some more time with Kaira without being assaulted, please?”

“Oh, very well,” Elara said with feigned reluctance, letting her arm slip from Kaira’s shoulders. “I’m certain Aleksei and I will find something to discuss. You two have fun, and don’t cause trouble.”

“I wasn’t gonna,” Kaira protested, looking offended at the warning.

“I was talking to your father,” Elara said, smiling as she shot Tel a meaningful look.

“Oh, fine,” he sighed, grinning. “I’ll have to come up with a different father-daughter bonding activity.”

Elara rolled her eyes and laughed, then moved to talk to her brother.

“Do you like causin’ trouble?” Kaira asked as they headed through the base toward the elevator.

“Yeah,” Tel admitted with a laugh, examining the narrow braid around her ponytail. It currently appeared to be the only thing holding it in place. “But it has to be the right kind of trouble, in the right place, to be the most fun. We’ll manage some while you’re here, but for now let’s listen to Mom, huh?”

“Okay.” Kaira nodded, furthering the precarious state of her ponytail. “Mom’s smart.”

“Very,” Tel agreed, grinning.

“Can you tell me stories about her?” Kaira asked as they rode the elevator up to the base entrance. “Mom’s told me a lot about you, but not really about her.”

Of course not, that would be bragging, he thought glibly. “Sure thing, kiddo. One condition: for every story about your mom being awesome, I wanna learn somethin’ about you back. It can be somethin’ little,” he clarified when her nose scrunched. “Like your favorite color or ice cream flavor, or stuff you like to do with your best friend, that kinda thing. Deal?”

“Deal,” Kaira said with a grin wide enough to show off her missing teeth again as they shook on it.

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They made their way to one of the wide expanses of field and forest that surrounded the base, and spent the next hour or two talking while they looked at the clouds, caught bugs, and (occasionally) climbed things.

Tel told Kaira as many stories about Elara as he could recall(a lot) and was gratified to learn she found her mother every bit as amazing as he did. (”Even when she makes you eat your vegetables?” “I like vegetables. ‘Cept peas. Peas are gross.” “K, I don’t think there’s a kid in the galaxy who likes peas right off the bat.”)

He learned in return that Kaira’s favorite color was purple--and red, she liked them both--she liked Corellian puff-pastries so much she’d once eaten a whole batch and given herself a tummy-ache, her favorite thing was to play spaceships with her friend Elodie, she thought explosions were cool, and she really, really wanted a pet nexu even though Mom said they were too dangerous.

“Well, I dunno bout a nexu, ‘cause I think your mom has a point there,” Tel said with a laugh, swishing a hand through the tall grass around them, “but we can see about a pet.”

Kaira’s eyes lit up. “Really?”

He nodded. “Really.” If they had a bit longer til her birthday, he might’ve set that as the deadline, but Elara would--rightly--strangle him for promising something with only three days to discuss it. “I’ll have to talk to your mom, and it’ll sort of depend whether it lives here or on Coruscant with you...”

Her shoulders noticeably drooped. “Okay.”

Even with his limited childcare experience, Tel knew dejection when he saw it. And he had a pretty good guess as to the cause. “What?”

Kaira shrugged, staring at the ground as she yanked up a clump of grass and let the breeze carry it out of her hand. “Nothin’.”

“Kaira.”

She looked up at him with huge, sad brown eyes he didn’t think he’d have the heart to refuse if she asked him for anything. “I just... I thought I was gonna live here now. With you an’ Mom. “

“Ah.” Tel wrapped an arm around her shoulders to pull her into a hug. “Sweetheart, I would love nothing more than to have you and your mom here every day. But that’s another thing we have to talk about, ‘cause this is a military base. So if someone gets p- mad at me, or the Alliance, they might attack. And I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“Coruscant got hurt,” she muttered, dragging her boot heel through the dirt in a clumsy line. “A whole bunch.”

Tel laughed and rubbed her arm. “That is a very good point, sweetheart. Like I said, we’ll talk about it, okay?”

“...Okay.” She snuggled closer. “But I still wanna live with you. Even if Uncle Lesky’s really cool.”

“Noted,” Tel smiled and ruffled her hair. The ponytail had fallen out five minutes into their adventure and he hadn’t bothered to help her redo it.

They sat for a moment in silence, then Kaira pulled away and sat back on her knees. “Dad?”

That damn lump was back(and would be, he suspected, every time she called him that for the foreseeable future). “Yeah, K?”

She cocked her head, frowning slightly as she studied his face. “What happ’ned to your eye?”

He snorted a laugh and reached up to tap the cybernetic patch. “Oh, I got that a long time ago, sweetheart. Back when I first became a soldier, before I even met your mom-”

“‘Cause she’d’a fixed it?”

Tel laughed even louder and hugged her again. He wondered if Elara’s ears were burning wherever she and Aleksei were. Best damn medic in the galaxy. “I’ll bet she could’ve. Anyway, me and my squad were scouting, and we stumbled on a group of bad guys we didn’t think would be there. I put myself between my squad and the incoming fire, part of that incoming fire was a rocket, and ” --he gestured at the eyepatch, the implant that curved around it, and the general scarring on the left side of his face. (He didn’t mention all the shrapnel they’d had to pull from his chest, stomach, arm; she was six and the kolto had healed all that with nary a scar.)

“Wow.” Kaira leaned closer and ran her fingers over the cybernetics that curved around his eye socket. “Does it still hurt?”

“No. Hasn’t for a long time,” he assured her, then grinned. “Now it just looks cool. Though it does mean I can’t really wink.”

She giggled and sat back next to him. “But winking’s fun.”

“That it is. You’ll just hafta do it for me.”

Another giggle. “Okay.” She wiggled closer, resting her head on his shoulder as they looked out over Odessen’s forests. “’M glad I finally got to meet you, Dad.”

His grin widened until his face hurt, even as emotion prickled in his good eye. “Me, too, sweetheart. You’re pretty awesome.”

Kaira tipped her head back to smile at him. “So’re you.”

Those two words were worth more than every commendation he’d ever won combined. “Thanks, K. “ He kissed her forehead, tucked wayward black hair behind her ears. “Think we should head back? Find Mom and Uncle Aleksei?”

“Yeah, prob’ly a good idea,” Kaira agreed, though she sounded more than a tad reluctant.

“We can keep hanging out,” Tel promised. “We’ll just be addin’ them to the fun.”

She smiled brightly and jumped to her feet. “Okay.”

Tel matched the smile, pleased both that he’d guessed what bothered her about the suggestion and that she wanted to spend more time with him. “Alright, let’s go.”

They’d only been walking a few minutes when Kaira gave a dramatic groan. “It’s so farrrrr.”

“Yeah, we did cover a lot of ground.” Tel had not been paying attention to the distance they’d ranged and did have to admit, for a six year old, it would be a long trek back.”Want a lift?”

Her face screwed into a pout. “M notta baby, Dad.”

“Not what I meant,” he laughed, and crouched down on one knee. “Piggyback?”

The pout disappeared into an eye-crinkling grin. “YES!” Kaira bellowed as she scrambled to wrap her arms around his neck and legs around his waist. She was lighter than she looked with her height, but still plenty strong enough to strangle him.

“Easy, kiddo,” Tel laughed, tugging her wrist so she’d loosen her grip. “I’ll hold you up, don’t be tryin’ to kill me.”

“Sorry.” Kaira shifted to instead hold fistfuls of his shirt. “Go, go, go!”

They were both laughing as they set out for the Alliance base, where Elara greeted them each with a kiss on the cheek before helping Kaira down so they could go get lunch.

As a family.

#queens fic #telcontar airen #elara dorne #telara #kaira airen #aleksei dorne #*aggressively includes the dorne sibling content bioware won't give me*

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walkerwords · 4 years

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“The Bowman’s Sister” Part 3 of 4 - Daryl & Sister!Reader

GIF CREDIT: AMC

PART I PART II PART IV

Word Count: 3030

Daryl Dixon & Sister!Reader (Rick x Reader in future)

Warning: None

Song I Wrote To: “World Gone Mad” by Bastille

Note: I didn’t put a summary on this one cause it’s def a filler chapter. I don’t remember who exactly gets bit during the flu pandemic thing in the cell blocks so I made it pretty vague. All i really wanted to do here was touch on the friendship that is growing with Rick and (Y/N). The next chapter will have some violence etc since one eyed wonder makes a reappearance.

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You jogged down the stairs of the watchtower, passing Tyreese on the way as he headed for his shift.

You had finally convinced Carl to get some sleep after you kept finding him hiding away in the tower in the middle of the night. He agreed to let you keep watch as long as you taught him to use a bow. You felt that was a fair trade so you had agreed.

You and the younger Grimes had bonded pretty quickly. He reminded you of how Daryl was as a kid. Always running around getting into trouble and making sure everyone was okay. You could tell he was developing a hard exterior but still had that childlike innocence when holding his baby sister or tending to anyone who was hurt. He had a lot of his dad in him and you figured the rest was his late mother and those who were helping to raise him.

You decided early on that Carl Grimes would be someone you’d lay your life on the line for and not just because he was a kid. But because he was one of the only good ones left in the world.

Walking back towards the cell block, you ran into Rick. He was coming out of D when he spotted you. He gave you a quick wave as you made your way over to him. “Another late night?” he asked, fatigue weighing on him clear as day. Since the run that you, Daryl, Glenn, and Rick had gone on, you had noticed that he was distancing himself a bit more here and there. When you asked Daryl about Rick’s odd behavior at times, he just shrugged and told you that sometimes the new world screws with people. You decided not to push it further.

“Just tryin’ to earn my keep,” you said to Rick, stretching out your shoulders. Rick nodded, looking past you towards the main yard.

“You’ve been staying out late a lot lately,” he said. “Sleep is actually a good thing, you know?” he joked. You chuckled slightly.

“Yeah, but if sleep won’t come, no point in tryin’ to force it when I can take over for someone who actually needs it,” you pointed out.

“Like my kid?”

“He’s not invincible even if he thinks he is,” you said, tilting your head up to look at the night sky.

“Thanks,” he said. You look back to him. “He doesn’t listen to me much anymore, so it’s good you can get him to get some shut-eye.” You shrugged off his thanks.

“Boys his age are always rebellin’,” you said, “I doubt that’s gonna change in the Apocalypse.” Rick laughed, running a hand through his messy curls. The two of you started to walk. You didn’t have a particular destination in mind, but you didn’t care. It was nice to just be outside, safe, and having a conversation. You talked about everything from what the two of you did before the Turn to why he decided to use a prison as their new home.

“It wasn’t easy,” Rick said, “We slept in the main field the first night. Cleared it of Walkers and then dealt with the rest of it the next day.”

“You know what? I’m surprised more people didn’t think to head to a prison in the first place. Or at least an abandoned one,” You said. “Hey, I bet Alcatraz is a hit right now.” Rick laughed at your joke, smiling wide.

“It is on an island,” he pointed out.

“Exactly. Do you think Walkers can swim?”

“Oh god, I hope not,” Rick said, eyes wide in mock horror. “That’s the last thing we need.” You laugh, trying not to imagine Michael Phelps going full 2000 Olympics while gnashing his jaw.

“Where did that word even come from? Walker?” you asked, remembering how weird it was to hear that first night in the cell block.

“I heard it shortly after I woke up in the hospital,” Rick explained, “A man, Morgan, he saved my life and that’s what he called it when he shot it in the street.”

“Hospital?” you asked, confused.

“Yeah, I was shot before this all happened,” he said, gesturing around. “I was in a coma and didn’t wake up. My partner tried to get me out, but he had to go save Lori and Carl, make sure they were safe. He thought I died, you know?”

“I would have thought the same thing,” you said, “you’re a lucky son of a bitch. Must have been terrifying waking up to all of this.”

“It was...disorienting. I thought I was in Hell. Then when Morgan explained to me what was going on, I couldn’t believe it. If I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes…” he trailed off. “But then I met Glenn in Atlanta and he brought me back to my family.”

“Crazy how sometimes you just meet the right people at the right time, isn’t it?” you said, looking at him in the dark. He looked at you and smiled softly.

“Yeah, it is,” he was quiet for a moment before he noticed the ring that was still on your finger. You twisted it around with your thumb absently. “You know, if you ever want to talk about him, I’m here,” he said, gesturing to the ring.

“Thanks,” you said. “It’s funny, I haven’t actually spoken about him since he died. Nobody to talk to and I know that’s why Daryl worries about me. He doesn’t get why I don’t want to talk about them, but I just don’t know what to say. It’s not like I can change anythin’.”

“No, but maybe the more people who know about them, can help keep their memory alive,” Rick offered. You thought about it for a moment before nodding, more to yourself than him.

“Thanks, Rick,” you said. He reached over and squeezed your shoulder briefly. “And that goes for you too,” you finished. He let out a breath and nodded as well, already understanding what you were offering. “You know, being out here, it reminds me of when Merle was locked up the first time,” you said, changing the subject.

“The first time?” he asked.

“Oh, yeah, my big brother was the biggest pain in the ass. Especially when it came to the county sheriff,” you laughed. “The first time, he and Daryl were being idiots as usual. I was at school, I think, and the boys decided to race motorcycles down by the tracks. Merle’s moronic friends were tryin’ to get Daryl to steal a bike nearby. I think it belonged to some kid that was a few years older than Merle. Daryl, of course, wanted to do it so he seemed cool in front of Merle’s asshole ‘friends’, but big brother said no and that he would be the one to do it.” You smiled as you thought about the day you got the call from Daryl who was concerned about the whole thing. “Turns out the owner was actually home and the bike was a lot more expensive than everyone first thought.”

“And let me guess,” Rick interjected, “Merle broke the bike.”

“Along with three bones and a bunch of other property damage and that was before he even got back to the tracks,” you said with an exasperated sigh. “Dad was pissed and since Merle was eighteen, he got charged and booked. I took Daryl to go see him while he did his time. Never liked bein’ near jails. Pretty ironic I’m living in one now.” You laughed quietly to yourself, but then you realized Rick was quiet. You looked at him, trying to see his face in the dark. “What is it? Am I really not that funny?” you tried. Rick cracked a small smile before it disappeared again.

“No, that’s not it,” he said before taking a deep breath. “I guess it’s just weird hearing about your brothers when they were younger.” Rick rubbed the back of his neck before glancing at you. His face was solemn and something was clearly bothering him. “I’m sorry about Merle.”

“That wasn’t your fault, Rick. Daryl told me what the Governor did,” you told him, but he was shaking his head.

“No, not about...not about that. I’m sorry about leavin’ him in the first place,” he said, but you were confused.

“What are you talkin’ about?”

“Daryl didn’t tell you about what happened in Atlanta?” you shrugged.

“He said y’all got separated after you ran into a large herd. Daryl said you went back for him, but you couldn’t find him. I’m surprised you even did that, from what Carol and Glenn said, Merle was very...Merle while stayin’ with ya.” Rick nodded, keeping his eyes on the ground.

“It was my fault,” he said softly, the toe of his boot digging into the gravel.

“What was?” you asked, your voice low as well. Rick finally looked up at you and that weight was even heavier in his eyes. “Rick, what happened?”

“Merle was out of control,” he explained, “he was shootin’ Walkers on the rooftop, the shots bringing more and more towards the building we were in and he was just runnin’ his mouth. Kept mouthin’ off to another guy we were with, using slurs and whatnot.” You sighed at the information. You knew Merle could be a complete asshole, especially if he was using, and based on what Rick was saying, that was definitely the case. “He got into a fight,” Rick continued, “he was gonna get us killed so I handcuffed him to the roof, to one of the pipes. When we went back to get him before we left, one of the men, T-Dog, he dropped the key and…”

“You had to leave him,” you finished. Rick nodded, his hand coming up to rub at his brow.

“We went back for him, I swear,” he said, his eyes never leaving yours, “but he was gone when we got back up to the roof. He had cut his own arm off to get out of the cuffs. He made his way out of the city and we didn’t see him again until Woodbury. I’m sorry, (Y/N), if I hadn’t of cuffed him to that roof, he may have been alive right now.”

“Or he would have pissed someone else off and gotten himself shot or gotten too high and stumbled right into a Walker,” you told him. “I loved my brother, with everythin’ I had, but I wasn’t blind to his idiotic tendencies. Daryl either. We both knew how reckless and stupid Merle was. Hell, if I had been on that roof, I may have done the same thing. You were fightin’ to survive, you don’t have to apologize for that.” Rick stared at you in complete awe.

“How can you be so...okay with all of that?” he asked. You reached out and took his hand, giving it a tight squeeze.

“Because I know you didn’t intend to leave him to die. I can tell you that much. I’m rather good at readin’ people,” you said with a small smile.

“Because you’re a shrink?” he asked, his shoulders dropping a bit more.

“Because I pay attention and I know who’s good and who’s not and you Rick Grimes, are one of the good ones,” you said. “So, don’t apologize. At least not to me. You have to start thinkin’ about what’s next.”

“And what is next, (Y/N)?” he asked.

“I haven’t quite figured that out,” you said, letting go of his hand, “but when I do, I will make sure to tell ya. Deal?” He nodded.

“Sounds good to me, Dixon,” he said with a smile. You smiled back and before you said anything else, a scream echoed from the cell blocks. You and Rick looked at each other before taking off towards the block. Rick pulled his gun as he ran and you cursed yourself for only bringing your knife with you. You pulled it from your belt as your boots pounded against the ground.

You both reached the block just as a Walker stumbled out of a cell, it’s face covered in fresh blood. Two more followed, reaching for your friends as they fought them off. Stabbing the closest one in the head, Rick shot the others that reached for a scared woman.

It was chaos in the prison as people screamed and the Dead rose. The noise only agitated the others that pressed against the fences outside. In the dark, you split off from Rick, searching frantically for your brother. You didn’t know if he was on watch or if he had gone off on his own. You were just praying that when you found him, he would still be breathing.

You ran through the corridors, looking for Daryl. The gunshots from the block had finally calmed down, but you could feel the fear in the air. Your mind raced as you tried to think of ways that the Walkers could have gotten into the block. You and Michonne had just checked the tombs that morning, securing the entrances. Then there was the fact that the individual blocks were always locked just in case.

Gripping your knife, you ran back down the hallway and pushed through the metal door, exiting into the night air. Suddenly, something grabbed your arm and you raised your blade, ready to drive it home. “(Y/N)! Stop, it’s me!” your arm froze as you focused on Daryl. He was breathing heavily as he looked at you. You relaxed, pulling him into a hug. He hugged you back, squeezing you tight.

“You okay?” you asked as you stepped back, checking his exposed skin for bites.

“M’fine, you?”

“Yeah, just a bit out of breath,” you said. “What happened?”

“Looks like some kid got sick, died in his sleep. He turned and bit others.”

“Our own people were the Walkers?” you asked, sheathing your knife.

“Ya,” he said with a frown.

“Shit, that’s rough,” you said. Daryl nodded in agreement, before grabbing your arm. “What are you doin?” you asked as he dragged you toward the administration building. “Daryl?”

“How do ya feel? Ya feel sick?”

“No, I feel fine. Where are we goin’?”

“Whatever is goin’ on, I’m not lettin’ you get it,” he said as he pushed into the building. Carl was already there, holding his baby sister.

“So you’re taking me to an abandoned hallway?” you asked, confused.

“We need meds,” he said. “Till we get em’, yer stayin’ in here,” he said, finally letting you go.

“You’re puttin’ me in quarantine?” you asked, your brows going high.

“Damn right I am,” he said, handing you his spare gun. “Ya never had a good immune system to begin with. I ain’t takin’ any chances.”

“Daryl‒”

“Nah,” he interjected, “yer gonna listen to me for once, (Y/N). Don’t try to play big sister right now. Just do this one thing for me and stay here, alright?” You wanted to argue, but then he said something that made you shut up. “I can’t lose you like I lost Merle.” You sighed and nodded.

“Okay, Daryl,” you said, moving the loose strands of hair from his face. “I’ll stay with Carl,” you promised. “Just come back in one piece,” you said, already knowing he would be one of the first to volunteer to go look for the meds they needed. Daryl nodded and kissed your forehead. He then turned to Carl.

“Watch out for my sister, kid,” Daryl said. Carl nodded, standing up a bit straighter at Daryl’s words. He squeezed your arm once more before leaving the building and locking it behind him.

“Guess it’s just you and me, Grimes one and two,” you said, sliding down against the wall. You sat, letting your legs stretch out in front of you. Carl joined you a second later, carefully resting Judith in his lap.

“Shouldn’t it be Grimes two and three?” he asked.

“Nah, you two are definitely the top two Grimes in my book,” you said with a small smile. Carl smiled up at you before playing with his sister’s little hands. “Don’t worry about her,” you said, easily reading his expression, “she’s a lot stronger than she looks. She’s gonna be fine.”

“How do you know?” Carl asked, his voice a bit smaller than usual.

“Didn’t Daryl tell you?” you asked, gaining his attention, “I’m psychic,” you whispered. Carl rolled his eyes but laughed nonetheless.

“Maybe psycho, but not psychic,” Carl joked. You placed your hand on your chest in surprise.

“Wow, Grimes, never thought you’d be so cruel. I don’t know how our friendship can survive this.” Carl snorted at your words.

“Didn’t realize we were friends,” he said, still smiling.

“And I didn’t realize your daddy never taught you to be nice to people who teach you valuable skills,” you said, nudging his foot with yours.

“I’ll work on it,” he said just as Judith yawns.

“I agree with her,” you said, leaning back and closing your eyes. “Judith has the right idea.” You then felt Carl shift next to you, leaning into you and putting his head on your shoulder as Judith lay across both of your legs. You didn’t open your eyes as you sat with the Grimes children. Your lack of sleep lost the battle with your worries about Daryl and the sickness that had come to the prison and soon the three of you were sleeping peacefully.

At the end of the hallway, Rick peered in through the window and watched as you held onto his kids, protecting them and offering them security. He wasn’t the best at trusting people in this new world, but he liked you and liked your spirit. It was easy to be your friend and he loved how easily you and Carl bonded. He only hoped that you would be around for them and Daryl.

However, unbeknownst to him, things were going to get much worse and very soon and it wasn’t just a virus that crept up on the prison, but an enemy that lay in wait.

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