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mschimdt · 1 year

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lyle wainfleet x human!mechanic!reader

2400 words

summary: you appear as a innocent mechanic, until lyle starts gaining interest in you after seeing a porn video that was posted by you back on earth, he immediatley recognised your face and his only goal now is to make you his

warnings:over simulation, embarassment, p to v, sex (obv), size difference, human x navi and many more

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as a mechanic on pandora, you were incharge of fixing and organising helicopters and fighter jets, you were also incharge of oxygen masks and anything that involved mechanical work, it was weird to be the only female on the mechanical team but you got used to it, you worked really hard to get this job and you werent ever going to give it up

in the past you were a known pornstar, put you kind of just disappeared off the internet after deciding to make yourself a better person, because you knew porn was wrong but it was your only source of income at the time

you worked your ass off and got into college to achieve your dream of working on cars and airplanes, you studied day and night and practiced to make yourself perfect

a few weeks after you graduated, something caught your eyes in the street, a poster advertising a program in a planet called pandora, you heard of this project and how they were able to transport humans a few hundered light years out of the solar system in just 6 years

you considered it, knowing you could get a spot in the mechanical feild on pandora excited you, you immediatley signed up and you were accepted

your flight to pandora was just 3 months away, you had no family here anyways, so throwing yourself on a different planet knowing you might never come back wasnt too hard because there was no one to worry about here on earth

now you work as a mechanic, one of the top mechanics in pandora, your work never failed to impress everyone, you could fix anything even if it was considered ‘unfixable’ by others

you heard of the phoneix project, it was probably a bad idea after the jake sully shit but oh well, it was intriuging how they could bring souls back to life ad huge blue giants

Reader POV

i was walking in bridgehead trying to get to the plane room as quickly as possible, ardmore needed something fixed ASAP.

but on the way there something caught your eye.. a blue figure walking through bridgehead… NOT ONE but a few, almost around 8, they looked navi and you immediatley got scared, you thought they were some navi savages coming to destroy bridgehead, they walked a but closer and you noticed they were dressed in military clothing.. this was probably the phoenix project that you heard ardmore speaking about

that was confirmed when you saw ardmore walking next to one of them, talking, the rest of them were walking behind both ardmore and the blue guy, you suspected he was quaritch, one of the most known men out here

ardmore spotted you and pointed at you, motioning for you to come over, both ardmore and the guy you thought was quaritch stood still waiting for you to make your way to them

your neck was slowly breaking while looking up at him, “y/n please come with us, i need you to explain new equipment to the colonel here” “yes ma’am” you said following her through the busy building, you all made your way to the building that had all the guns and weapons that were made for navis

ardmore started speaking: “this is y/n, shes one of our best mechanics and i wanted to assign her to any problems you and your team may have with equipment and veichles, shes good at what she does and she’ll make sure nothing happens to you regarding mechanical stuff.” you were having a hard time looking up at quaritch, you were really tall for a woman, you were 5’11 but you only reached up to his waist

“alright y/n ill leave this to you” now you were oficially left alone with about 9 blue fiants that could crush you with their fingers

“okay uhmm” you said clapping your hands turning around to face the wall woth everything on it, you grabbed a “sniper” but this sniper was automatic

“okay so this is a auto sniper, they created this while you were all dead- that sounds weird but anyways, it basically shoots for you, you just gotta aim it, the bullets have technology where theyll hit the target almost every time, you just click this button to mark the target and you could be looking into a completley different direction and itll still hit the target” you handed the gun over to the guy that was standing infront of you, a bald guy with shades, and he help it up “oh wow this shits crazy, if i wasnt told ive been dead for 15 years i woulda thought its been 50!” he said holding the gun up

fast forward that day, you and the “bald guy” whos called lyle got along pretty well, sure his ideas were insane but he was fun to talk to

lyle recognised your face from somewhere, and he asked you when you came to pandora and you said that it was around 7 years ago, which meant that he couldnt have seen you in person when he was human

he kept thinking about where hes seen you day and night, he needed to know and he wasnt going to give up anytime soon, he did think you were a porn star but he quickly got rid of that thought knowing you werent someone that would film themselves having sex

until he was having a conversation with you where you asked about your past, so he did the same, “by the way, y/n since you graduated at 25 years old, that means you went to college late right?” “yea, dont know why youre asking because its pretty obvious” “ya had no family on earth though, how’d ya’ make money with no one back there?” he asked wanting to confirm the theory of you being a porn star, he knew it was probably nothing but he was sure that hes seen you somewhere involving porn or some shit “its complicated, lets just say i filmed… things” lyles eyes went wide and he said “KNEW IT! knew ive seen ya’ somewhere before ya’ looked familiar as hellll”

your face went red as you realised that lyle has seen your videos “o-ohh youve seen them…” you said trying to force a smile “ah dont worry they were good if thas wa’s botherin’ ya” you stared at lyle shocked he would even say that “you know this isnt gow you speak to a colleague right?” he made a fake-sad expression “i thoughttt weee were friendsssss” followed by fake sobs “alright alright, just dont mention this to anyone okay lyle?” you said hoping that he wouldnt tell anyone “dont worry i wont, anyways i gotta get going, i need to go train with the team” “alright have fun”

you were no doubt catching feelings for lyle, his funny personality and the way he spoke to you, he was sweet, hes never sweet to anyone but you, sure you both only met 3 months ago but you couldnt stop yourself from fantasizing about him

lyle went to train and you made your way to the weapon room because ardmore said one of the weapons needed fixing, you were tired of ardmore, she called you at the weirdest times asking you to come fix things, you wont lie though, the pay was really good, we’re talking around 8k for each veichle repair, and 2k for each weapon, you fix around 15 veichles and 30 weapons monthly which brings your pay up to almost 200k each month

you were pretty wealthy, you just save your money because theres nothing to spend it on here, you have almost 50 million in your bank account and inflation didnt exist here YET so your money was worth what it was worth 7 years ago

you fixed up whatever ardmore wanted you to fix and you headed to your room, drenched in sweat because of the lack of air conditioning, you took your tanktop and shorts off and hopped into the shower longing the feeling of cold water on your skin

just a few moments later theres a knocking on your door, you were still in the shower so you hurridley grabbed a shower robe and rushed over to the door because whoever was knocking was getting really impatient

you opened the door your head just peaking through, it was lyle “hey y/n have you seen my phone? i must have forgotten it here yesterday and i really need it because apparently ardmores been spamming me with shit and i wasnt replying” he said

not even bothering to ask if he could come in, quickly rushing over to your couch where he sat yesterday, he found it there and grabbed it “alright thank-“ he cut himself off when he stared at you, you were barely clothed and confused. he cursed under his breath, he didnt notice you werent wearing anything but a light robe

lyle just stopped speaking and shamelessly stared at your cleavage, “uhmm” you spat out because it was getting really awkward, lyle walked over to you pressing you against a wall, his hand wrapping around your neck

you didnt complain, you just stared at him with wide eyes “god damn.. look at you” he said, your face flushed red

lyle realized what he was doing and took a step back removing his hand from your neck apologising “sorry, sorry y/n i couldnt control myself, that probably made you uncomfortable so uhm sorry” he said awkwardly turning around to leave not waiting for a reply to save himself some embarassment

“whyd you stop” he was shocked when he heard you ask him why he stopped, he turned around

“i wasnt controlling myself, didnt want to make you uncomfortable”

“you didnt make me uncomfortable i liked it” you said smirking

“oh shit then-“ he walked over to you roughly slamming you against the wall wrapping his hands around your neck once again, “ya’ like that dont’cha”

you nodded, he then lifted you and threw you onto your bed, your bed was navi size so it could fit you and lyle easily

nefore lyle joined you on the bed he took his shirt off, you stared at his muscles admiring the sculpture of a mad you had infront of you, you wanted to worship his body goddamn

he threw himself ontop of you, connecting your lips, what was a innocent kiss turned into a heated makeout session really quickly and soon enough his tongue was exploring your mouth

you reached your arms down not breaking the kiss and you unwrapped your robe, lyle could feel you unwrapping it against his stomache

he reached his arm down to cup your tits, massaging them with his hands, you moaned into the kiss and you felt lyles cock harden against your leg

he squeezed your neck making you choke, still not breaking the kiss

finally, lyle broke the kiss first sitting up to stare at you, your chest was exposed and so was your cunt

he reached his hand down running his fingers theough your folds while his face dipped down to mark and suck on your chest

you were a moaning mess, lyle was rubbing your clit and sucking your nipples

you felt him glide his fingers around your cunt when sufdenly with no warning, he pressed a finger all the way inside of you

you tried to suppress your moans to make sure nobody would hear you, but lyle didnt want that, he started punping his finger in and out of you trying to get some noises out of you

you were nearing your release “l-lyle im about to c-cum” you said whimpering, “yea thas right, cum on my fingers there ya’ go” you started grinding yourself onto your fingers and you reached your orgasm with a loud scream like moan.

he helped you ride out your high over simulating you a little bit before pulling his fingers out of your cunt, putting them in his mouth sucking up any cum that was left on his fingers

his other hand reached down to unbuckle his belt, it unbuckled and he pulled his pants and boxers down at once revealing his painfully hard cock, it was larger than you expected but you couldnt do anything more than take it

“sure ya can take my dick, considering how many people you probably fucked huh?” “m-mhm” you mumbled not being able to let out complete words because of how fucked dumb you are, just from his fingers

he grabbed your knees spreading your legs even wider and pulling you to the edge of the bed, he had to go on his knees because you were too short, he glided his dick through your folds, covering the tip with your slick

then slowly he started pushing himself into you, he knew you werent gonna be able to take his entire length and he was okay with that, considering you were half his size

he pushed his cock a bit more than halfway, then he felt your cervix stop him from going any further “youre so fucking tight mm” he said giving you time to adjust to his size, a few minutes later the stinging pain went away and now you were just filled with need

“m-move please” thats all it took lyle to start thrusting into you, he started off slow then he built up the pace and now was pounding into you, you let out loud moans while lyle was groaning

“i-im close” you said followed by many more moans and whimpers, “c’mon cum fr’me” and thats all you needed to cum all over his huge cock, he was nearing his orgasm too

it was over simulating, he kept going even after you came, finally, he released his own load into you thrusting into you a few more times before stopping, his hands were on both your sides holding himself up inorder not to fall ontop of your fragile body

“you were so good fr’e me hm” he said praising you

“dont think ill be able to walk for a few days because of you” you said followed by a light giggle

lyle pulled out and layed himself next to you

it was already pretty late and lyle didnt have any intentions of returning to the team tonight, so he cleaned you up and stayed in your room with you

you both fell asleep cuddling, you didnt know lyle enjoyed cuddling this much, but i guess hes just a softie on the inside

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nightfurylover31 · 9 months

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With stories of Tails and Knuckles, time to finally write something with Amy for @starrjoy's Pandora AU. This was the trickiest to figure out, but thanks to some theories about her around here, I finally got something. I hope you enjoy!

After the events of Sonic Frontiers, the gang is getting ready to set off on their own separate adventures. Before leaving, Amy decides to do some fortune readings. However, Sonic soon learns his most cheerful, optimistic friend didn’t always have such a happy life.

Amy had just finished shuffling her cards. She drew three and looked them over. She seemed quite pleased with what she had. Just then, she heard a knock at her door. She went to answer, but she already knew who it was.

“SONIC!” She happily greeted the blue hedgehog as she opened the front door, even before she got a look at him. “I knew it was you!”

“Well, you were expecting me, right?” Sonic placed a bag on the table next to the couch. “Here's the supplies you wanted from Tails.”

Amy went to check the contents of the bag. “Thanks. I’m not sure what I’ll face out there, so I want to be prepared. You can never be too careful.”

“I guess, but-"

“Where’s the fun in that?”

The two laughed as Amy joined in on Sonic’s line.

“You want some tea and cookies? I made a fresh batch.” There was not a soul out there who could resist Amy’s baked goods.

“Sure. I could go for a snack.” Sonic sat down on the couch, and just as he was about to put his feet up, he saw Amy’s cards on the table. He picked up one with a large emerald on it. “Trying to guess the future again?”

Amy placed the tray of drinks and cookies in front of them. “Fortune reading is not guessing, Sonic. It’s a mystic art to gain insight into the past, present, and future. I wish you would take it more seriously. We did meet because of my fortune cards, remember?”

Sonic shrugged. “I still question how those cards told you Little Planet at that specific time.”

“It’s about interpretation!”

“Right... anyway, it’s not my thing. I don’t like being told what to do. Prophecies are not for me.” Sonic said that with his typical ‘too cool to care’ attitude, but there was a deeper meaning behind it. He tried to fulfill a prophecy once, and it cost him everything.

“Fortune reading is not the same as a prophecy, Sonic,” Amy corrected as she sat down beside him. “They’re meant to help guide you on the journey through life. For example, the cards may have led me to meet you, but I was the one who chose to follow you. I decided my own path.”

This made Sonic pause for a moment. The choices we make... how we interpret them… it wasn’t as set in stone as he had initially thought. Though he had made it a habit to break through everything that was. How many could fight giant gods and win? And on more than one occasion at that?

“These cards may seem silly to you,” Amy continued, “but they have helped me through a lot of hard times.” She picked up her tea and took a sip. “Especially when I couldn’t count on anyone else before…”

“What was that?” Sonic caught something Amy said under her breath. She blinked and quickly turned her head.

“Oh, uh, nothing! Nothing at all!” She tried to make it sound casual, but it came out quick and panicky.

“Ames…” He bent over, leaning his elbows on his thighs. He raised his eyebrow and gave her the look she would give him whenever she was annoyed.

Amy just stared at her drink. There was a long silence. The only sound was the wind chimes outside. After what felt like an eternity, she finally spoke.

“Let’s just say I don’t have the best relationship with my parents.”

“Your parents?” All the time he knew her, Sonic never heard Amy mention anything about her family. He assumed she visited them whenever he hadn’t seen her for a while. Actually, he never even thought that. He never considered anything about her past. Boy, did that make him feel like a jerk.

“I don’t want to talk about it, okay.” Amy put her cup down and crossed her arms. Not like she was mad, more like she felt vulnerable. This was not Sonic’s strong suit, but even he couldn’t ignore this matter.

“Amy, you’re always trying to convince us to open up and talk about our feelings,” he reached out and placed a hand her shoulder. “You should be able to talk about yours.”

The pink hedgehog rolled her eyes, letting out a small sad chuckle. “You’re really using my advice against me?”

“If I have to.”

There was no getting out of this. As much as Sonic disliked talking so opening about his deeper emotions, and would prefer not to dig too deep into others’, it felt like it needed to be done.

Amy took a deep breath. “My parents were… are basically always busy. Not just focusing on their jobs, but every aspect of their lives. They put so much time and effort into everything they do… except me.” Her ears began to fall back a bit. “They weren’t even always home. Sometimes one was gone, sometimes both. There were times when I would days, or even weeks, without seeing them. And even then, they hardly spent any time with me.”

This story was already starting to put a knot in Sonic’s stomach. You’d think parents would put their kids first. Amy picked up one card. It looked like it had some sort of knight on it.

“These cards were one of the few things they gave me. I had to ask though, they thought card readings were stupid and unrealistic. But they’re how I got by. Something to do, and to look forward to. Back then, when I got this card… I had always wanted to see Little Planet. A rare phenomenon that only happens one month out of the year. Even though my parents weren’t home at the time, I ran off. To see my supposed ‘destined encounter.’ And sure enough…”

“You ran into me,” Sonic finished the thought. “Though it was actually more like I ran into you.” He tried adding a little joke to lighten the mood. It seemed to work; Amy giggled a bit.

“By the time all that was over, I knew my parents had returned. I had to tell them everything.” Amy went quiet again. She lowered her head, balled her fists up. “But when I got back… they didn’t even notice I was gone!”

Sonic’s mouth fell agape. Didn’t notice?! He tried to think of a logical reason. “Well, there was the whole mess with the Time Stones. Maybe--"

“It took me two days to get to Never Lake from my old house! Even with the stones, I was gone for almost a week! And they had been home for days! Even when I told them I was captured and threatened, they brushed it off! ‘You got back. That’s what counts.’ How could they not have been worried?!”

At this point, Amy was crying. She hid her face in her hands, trying to control her sobs. “Parents are supposed to yell at you when you do something wrong! They’re supposed to shout and punish you! Tell you not to do stuff like that! That’s how they show they care, isn’t it?!”

The more she cried, the more Sonic’s heart ached. Not just for her, but looking back. How often his own mother would scold him for doing things. How she spoke of acting out herself when she was young to get attention. Sonic had thought she was just trying to control everything at the time, but she wasn’t. She was just trying to protect him. If he had listened, if he had understood, then she, his siblings, everyone on Christmas Island. They’d still be here.

Still, all this time, Sonic had no idea of the weight on Amy’s heart. Since she was so cheerful and outgoing, he figured she had a happy upbringing.

“I couldn’t take it anymore. Eventually, I left that place. I had money, so I could rent out places, like my apartment in Station Square. If they weren’t going to be there for me, I would find my own way. My own adventures. I chose the path of the one who didn’t let me down.”

“You mean me?” Sonic asked in a depressed tone.

Amy nodded. “Sonic, you were the first person I met who was there for me. Even when you ran off, whenever I was in trouble, you always came to help me. You didn’t… you didn't abandon me.”

Her voice was still shaky, but her crying was more controlled. Steeling herself from vulnerability.

“Have you… spoken to them since?” Sonic was sure he knew the answer, but asked anyway.

“I’ve… made attempts reach out. They haven’t. Honestly, it was probably a huge relief. I don’t think they wanted a child in the first place. I wasn’t worth their time.”

“Don’t say that!” Sonic’s voice came out louder than expected. He almost slammed his fists on the couch, but he was mad. Amy looked quite surprised by this. The blue hedgehog lowered his tone as he continued. “Amy, you’re an amazing person. You’re kind, brave, thoughtful, and do what you can to help anyone who needs it. They should have realized they had the best daughter they could ever hope for. If they couldn’t see that, then they aren't worth your time.”

Amy’s cheeks turned bright red. She tried to cover it while also wiping away any remaining tears. She looked up smiling. “Thanks, Sonic. That really means a lot.”

Once again, Sonic put his hand on her shoulder. “I mean it. You’re one of my best friends, Amy, and my life is always exciting and unexpected when you’re around. Meeting you was one of the best things that ever happened to me. You, Tails, and even Knuckles.”

Amy couldn't help but hug him. To finally unload all that baggage and to have some comfort. Sonic wrapped his free arm around her and patted her back. With that reassurance, the room became quiet again as they finished their snacks. The tension in the air began to settle and ease. It was now Sonic's turn to speak.

“I’m sorry you had to go through all that. I can understand now why you always go out of your way to help people. You don’t want them to feel hurt like you were. If I had known… I would have given your 'so called parents' a piece of my mind.”

Amy let out a small laugh. “It’s alright. I’ve put that behind me. Besides, if that didn’t happen, if I hadn’t taken that step, I probably wouldn’t have met so many wonderful friends.”

Amy’s words suddenly hit Sonic harder than any of Eggman’s robots ever did. If that didn’t happen, I never would have met you guys. He thought hard. Tails, Knuckles, Amy, Cream, Shadow, and so many more. All these amazing friends, they wouldn’t be in his life if he hadn’t gone through with Pandora’s scheme. It was a bittersweet truth he never realized. On one hand, he would still have his family. On the other, he wouldn’t have the family he has now.

Tails was mechanically gifted, like Manic. Knuckles was super strong and hardheaded, just like Sonia. And Amy, she had the same loving and overbearing heart that his mother had. In a way, it was like his previous family’s spirit found their way into his new one. A strange sensation filled Sonic’s heart. He could feel his eyes burning. He wasn’t sure if it was sadness or joy, or something in between. Just an emotion that took over his whole being.

“Thank you, Amy.”

“For what?” She became confused by the look on Sonic’s face. She could sense something strange going on in his mind.

“I’ll tell you about it another time.” Sonic pushed aside any form of confession. If he told her now, a flood of feelings he spent years burying would come pouring out. Instead, he changed the topic by picking up another card. “Why don’t you do one of your readings for me?”

Amy gave him the side eye. “I thought these weren’t your thing.” She was sporting a smug grin of satisfaction.

“You’ve convinced me. Maybe I’ll at least get a good laugh out of it.” Sonic was starting to feel more like his in control self.

With that, Amy took the card he had, gather the others, and shuffled them together. She did so carefully, but also with a great deal of showmanship. Once she was done, she spread out the cards and gestured to Sonic. He picked three cards and gave them back. Amy flipped them over, inspecting them. Her expression started simple, then a little more serious, followed by wide eyed concern.

“So… is it bad?” Something about the look on her face made Sonic a bit nervous.

“It seems like you’ll be facing a great trial soon.” Her voice low and almost stoic.

“Not like I haven’t done any of those recently.” The blue blur eased. This didn’t seem new. He loved challenges.

“This is different,” Amy pressed. “It may be something about your past. Some sort of tragedy coming back with vengeance. Pushing you in a way you never have.”

“Again, how did you get all that?” Even though Sonic played it cool, there was a small chill that ran down his spine. It seemed as of late he had been thinking about his past more often than he had in years. Was Amy somehow picking up on that? She did seem to have way of sensing things like that. But even so, that was all water under the bridge… poor choice of words.

“Aren’t you even the least bit worried as to what this means?” Now it was Amy’s turn to give that look Sonic gave her earlier. Despite the twinge in his heart, he showed no signs of it affecting him.

“Whether it’s true or not, I’ll face it like I do with everything. Head on.”

“What if it’s not something you can face head on?” The concern in her voice was clear. With all the dangers Sonic had been in lately, how close she had been to losing him, it’s no wonder.

Sonic gave her his trademark wink. “Then I at least know I've got a team to back me up. It’s nothing we can’t handle together.”

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Boy, how those words came back to bite him. He didn’t give too much thought into that reading. Now he was heading right into it. As Sonic stood between the wings of the Tornado for shelter against the pouring rain, so many thoughts raced through his head. His past truly was coming back to haunt him.

The only thing that gave Sonic any comfort in the moment was that Tails, Knuckles and Amy were with him. Tails had just gotten the full story, but he hadn’t said anything to Knuckles and Amy. He knew he would have to tell them as well, but for now he just wanted to focus on the task at hand. Get the Chaos Emeralds and stop these… water wraiths. And prevent Eggman from making the same mistake Sonic did years ago. And hopefully, no definitely, not lose his new family doing so.

#sonic the hedgehog #amy rose #pandora au #fanfic #sonic and amy #p!au

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desertfangs · 4 months

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I NEED YOUR THOUGHTS ON THE ARMAND/DANIEL BREAK UP SCENE IN TVA PLS

Not gonna lie, I would’ve loved for a more polished version of this to have made it into the book, the potential is there IMO as well as all the elements that make Devil’s Minion such an explosive, intense, compelling ship. The fighting, the yearning, the weird sexual analogies (this one didn’t quite land but it kinda always goes back to sex with them, doesn’t it?), the kissing in between hurtful statements. Daniel using INSECT parts for his models, Pandora trying to make him pay attention to Armand, Armand being sad and kissing Daniel while trying to fix things, but Daniel being too far gone at the time to even register the impact of his words. I NEED MORE.

Anon, I have so many thoughts, my brain is spinning.

I'm not sure I'd want this in the book or not, it's so hard to say now. I was absolutely baffled by Daniel's lack of inclusion in TVA when it came out, and and then suddenly he's there in B&G mad and being cared for by Marius, and I had to do a lot of mental gymnastics to figure out how I thought he got from A to B. I eventually decided him thinking Armand was dead drove him mad, which made the most sense to me. That is clearly is not what Anne had pictured, but at this point I'm honestly pretty happy with that conclusion instead.

I'm trying to imagine how it would have felt if this was included in TVA. What else does that change? Is Armand still bitter and angry? Is he more regretful? Does this mean we get any of his POV of the Devil's Minion years, including their break up? (Because that is the piece I feel is most missing from that book and what I deeply wanted from it in addition to filling in Armand's background.)

The idea that Armand abandoned the island to mortal hands--a reference to him selling it, I guess--would absolutely break Daniel apart. It does feel very much like something he would be devastated by but I don't feel we're given enough on this one page to really understand what happened. Armand left the others? That doesn't gel with anything I've ever thought. Armand always struck me as the one who was holding things together and was then heartbroken when everyone else left. So I'd need a more context into Anne's idea of how things played out there.

That said, there are pieces I like!

I love the idea of Pandora and Marius looking after Daniel together and Pandora trying to get his attention.

"I have no maker!" I mean, if Daniel and Armand had a vicious fight and Armand all about renounced him and left him wandering to the point where the loneliness and devastation of it drove him mad, then this is absolutely something I can see him saying. The way he talks about how Armand doesn't make others so clearly he has no maker is so full of bitterness and resentment I would love to see a fic unpacking that (Someone should write it! Maybe several someones!)

Daniel building his worlds with found objects and weird shit is amazing. Like it's so deeply unhinged that I can't help but applaud the creativity. I honestly wish I'd known about this months ago because I can totally see this happening as Daniel sinks into madness and I would have loved to have added a scene to my fic about that where Daniel is building a little town on the floor of some seedy motel with bugs and matchbooks and rubber bands or something. It's delightfully freaking weird and I dig it.

I love Armand asking after Daniel, which is another thing I think was sorely missing from TVA. The fact that he doesn't seem to care where he is just explained by his assumption Daniel hates him, but it still feels exceptionally weird to me that Armand wouldn't even ask, particularly after he almost died, and he doesn't know if Daniel may have tried to follow suit? This whole big thing just happened and Lestat is catatonic on the floor, I'd be accounting for my loved ones, no matter how we left things.

Armand losing all his anger and bitterness (does he have that in this version? He must have some, right?) when he sees Daniel in a bad state, clearly struggling, and offering him comfort is so precious. But also can we talk about "I didn't mean to abandon you..." ????? Armand ABANDONED Daniel in this version??? I just... that's so wild, I have so many questions. And then he kisses him??? That is precious. Look, I have wanted an Armand and Daniel interaction during his madness since we learned Daniel was in Marius' basement playing with model trains in Blood and Gold. And I think I would have been okay with this if we got some satisfying resolution between them afterward - we can have this hurt, but we need some comfort to end it on, you know? And I don't think that would have happened. I think Armand would have left defeated and we'd have been stuck with that in our heads for decades until PL came out and we get one freaking line about them hunting together, so.

I think I am glad this version did not make it into TVA, but I would also love to read a dozen fics that try to make sense of all this because there are some delicious tidbits I think talented fic writers could explore and really work into something great.

#the vampire armand #daniel molloy #armand #armand/daniel #devil's minion #tulane #anne's notes #anonymous #answers in the desert #vc headcanons #vc meta #the vampire chronicles #vc

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wisyhana · 5 months

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Thoughts on the DOMA characters? (Dartz, Valon, Rafael, Amelda)

I have not watch Duel Monsters show at all. Like okay, I watched the few first two seasons when I was a kid and that's it. So I basically can't recall much of it.

BUT I had to do a commission of them so I googled and asked friends about them so I have a little glimpse of who they are so I'll give my humble (not really) opinion on them.

ejem.

Dartz

I actually dont know him hahaha, he's the one who wants to summon a God or something? like the main villain? idk, but from a character design..... I think he's okay, honestly I think he suits better as a villain in 5ds than Duel Monsters hahaha

Valon

The writers found out Jonou was an incredible character but decided to not fix him, instead created a character that looked kinda like him and made up a weird love triangle with Mai (yikes). I don't know man, again, I think a Jonou was enough, why add someone who's so similar to him? He looks like a 5ds character.

Rafael

Oh, maaaaaaan. Okay, this guy I remember the most bc I found so incredibly absurd everything about them. From a yugioh manga bias- I mean enjoyer: He makes absolutely no sense. Don't take me wrong, he's fine. But for him to be able to defeat Yami only bc "he didn't care for his cards" is absolutely crap. Yami is one of the most overprotective dude specifically with his cards. Yami was the one who didnt want to sacrifice his Dark Magician and took all the damage to the point of almost losing, just to not injure his precious ace monster (in the battle against Arkana/Pandora). Like WHAT?! So a random dude comes and defeat him? Excuse me?? Naaa, man, I can be a Yami hater (which I think I'm not) but Yami shouldnt have lose against this dude. Na-ah. And again he looks like a 5ds character.

Amelda

Ooooooh he's just fine. I can't recall his backstory. Did he want to kill Kaiba or some shit? well, who doesnt anyway. Kudos to him for trying. His design is * chef kiss * love his bra, his hair, he's so nonbinary coded. GOOD. GOOOOOD.

STILL HE LOOKS LIKE A 5DS CHARACTER JHASHJSHJSFD

Sorry if I didn't give any real thought but I try to not be so serious with characters I actually don't know ahshdhsa

#ask #yugioh #valon #raphael #alister #dartz

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Reunited chapter 7

Updated 5/27/23

Some how I’m getting this story going. Again I’m in training so i don’t post a lot since i write this on paper then transfer it to my computer. I also as of may 27th decide to repost this chapter cause i wanted to add more to it cause i felt it would flow better. Once again thank you to everyone who even reads this, im a baby fanfic writer this is all for my own entertainment and to get these stories out of my head. Love you all happy summer.

Previous chapter. Next chapter

Ardmore pov

What?!”

“Yes ma’am the team wen sent out reported that the blue tea was attacked while surveying one of the first groupings of islands

“Any casualties?”

“No human casualties but unconfirmed when it comes to the recoms. The soldiers saw the colonel injured and the others captured, but couldnt say if they saw any of them die

“Fuck!”Ardmore exclaims throwing her coffee cup at the wall in her rage. She takes a couple deep breaths

“Fine well have to do this differently”

“What do you mean ma’am”

“That well locate sully ourselves”

“What about the blue team?”

“For now we continue our other missions, until we have the confirmed doa the blue team is simply out checking surroundings of pandora

“But what about?”

“WHAT about what soldier?”Ardmore states pointedly to the younger officer

“Nothing ma’am I’ll relay your commands”

“Good and send the commander of the delta team to my office”

Your pov

The team is hog tied and surrounded until we no longer see any of the rdas ships. Even though the ocean's calm helped us they still didn’t completely trust us. Miles had miraculously recovered from his “ fatal” wound and was now conversing slowly with Lyle not letting me or Spider out of his line of sight.A horn is blown once again, everyone turning towards the water as we see Jake, Tonowari and other warriors fly towards us on what looks like some type of giant flying fish. Jake quickly hops off and bounds towards us with a tentative smile on his face.

“Well that went well”

I just laugh at him as he and the others un-tie us all.

What now jake?” I ask he just pats my shoulder and gestures for all of us to follow him as he walks towards the other end of the shore line. A couple boats lie there waiting to whisk us away to our new life’s.

Jake tells us all to climb in as he goes back into the water swimming up to the front of the boats

“What are you doing”

“Well we gotta get you guys there Somehow so well use the ilus”

“Ilus?” I ask to go to the front of the boat to see the creature. It reminded me of a dolphin back on earth.

“Yeah these are some of the main creatures around here well show you later. Let's get you all settled first.”

Jake yips slightly and he and two other ilu riders pull ur boats forward into the sea. It takes some time to get to the metekiyanas clan home, me and spider and the others as much as they try to hide it, are entranced by the scenery around us. The beautiful blue water and glowing corals, plants and fish we can see through it. The closer we get the more people we see, some doing what looked like chores while others simply basked in the sun making trinkets and talking, watching the younger ones play gleefully in the water. It all is enough to bring a smile to my face

Jakes pov

“Ok here we are i say jumping off my ilu, as the team departs and are now standing on the shore awkwardly, just watching the village around them

“This way” quartich leads behind me, y/n and spider next to him.

“We’ve been able to get some new muris made in prep for your arrival. I say approaching the new grouping of four pods. I didn’t think you all would want to be far from another so i made the suggestion of making all your homes somewhat together.”

“Thank you Jake, that's very thoughtful, can i ask though why there’s four pods?

“Well y/n its cause excuse there's a shit ton of you.’ I laugh looking over my shoulder at the group of 13 people

“We didnt want you all to be cramped so there’s two pods for the guys to share, one for the ladies and who ever you want to share with if you even want to and this finally one over here is for you y/n.”

“What? He says looking down at y/n with a quizcal look

Yeah, think of this as my olive branch to you colonel. I wanted you guys to have a home for you, y/n and spider.” I look the colonel in the eyes as he comes to terms with what i've done.

“Every man needs a family and every family needs a home. So use this and make a home here colonel. A fresh start.

Quartich looks to me than back to y/n’s smiling face and back, his ears and tail twitching before breathing out a large exhale

“Fine sully thank you.” Quartich states clapping me on the shoulder as they move to go check out their new homes, I simply smile knowing that's a Huge step for Quartich to even say thank you.

Your pov

The homes are woven but sturdy, different posts and tapestries make rooms and spaces. In the middle there’s a fire pit for cooking and to keep the home warm. Mats and spots for hammocks are all over so I'm sure everyone would be comfortable.

Jakes voice make me turn as i hear him ask us what we thought

It’s beautiful "I say looking around Miles and I’s new home. For now only two rooms are made, one for miles and i and one for spider should he want it other than that its very open and inviting.

“Im glad yall like it i actually have some other stuff for you guys give me a sec. Jake runs off leaving all of us standing here

Miles pov

Everyone checked out the homes all claiming their spots before meeting in y/n and I’s home. Our home, I think to myself. I finally have a home with y/n. Her hand on my shoulder turns my head. I see her beautiful smiling face. I just pull her into my arms embracing her as i address everyone.

“Well I hope you all are ready. Learn what they teach us, earn your spot but stand your ground people, were soldiers and while this may seem all fine and dandy don't forget the rda is still here and will have to be dealt with”

“Yes sir”

“Till then yall go unpack and do whatever you want just dont cause any trouble”

“Yes sir” they all reply again A knock sounds turning all our heads to see sully had returned

“What’s up sully?”

“I got you all Some clothes, you’ll probably need something cooler but i didn’t expect you all to go full native so i had the weavers make some more covering items than usual.” Jake hands the giant bag over Lyle taking it and bringing it over everyone now rifling through it

“Also y/n when you're ready tiri wants to say hi and spider.” The boy perks up at the call of his name. “ the kids are all down by the beach”. The boy jumps up excitement on his face as he heads towards the door

“And where are you going kid” i ask the teen

“Oh come on dad, mom can i go?” he asks y/n next to me. She just smiles and tells him to go on and have fun but to not stay in the sun all day without some sunscreen

The scenes is so familial it shocks me, my family slowly falling into place, something i had only ever dreamed of never really thinking i would get it till i meet, y/n

Your pov

Come on love, let's get unpacked. I want to check out the island. I call out to miles seeing he's still watching spiders fleeing form. Everyone else had dispersed all back to their own lodgings. The bag of clothes Jake had left is smaller now that everyone’s taken their pick so I go over and see what's left. Miles for now chooses to just strip out of his shirt leaving him in his cut off pants, he says he'll be fine with the board shorts and stuff they brought with them before i see him wearing a Loincloth no matter how much i try to persuade him. I chose some tops out of the bag and a few skirts. I mean I've worn bikinis before so this shouldn’t be that different. I put everything but a nice braided brown top. It looks like a normal bikini top from earth but it's made of woven and braided strands of brown string with beads the color of gold in some places. It was beautiful and paired well with some brown shorts i pulled out of my stuff

We made our way out to the front to meet everyone, most dressed similarly to us except for Lyle who to our utter horror chose to wear one of the traditional clothes and was now demonstrating how breezy they were. Miles hand come to cover my eyes before yelling out at the man

“ god dammit lyle you got to ease us into having to see your blueberry ass. Lord.” Miles calls out his face scrunched in disgust from the display lyles putting on

“Just wait, Colonel, you’ll all be wearing one of these soon.”

I just laugh taking miles hands off my eyes and throwing a towel to lyle as we all make our way to the water. We all decided to speed the rest of the day recuperating from our dramatic capturing and frolic in the sands and waters around us. Some of the villagers stop to stare at us and whisper amongst themselves. Some greet us with smiles and some just simply stare. I notice some male warriors judging by their tattoos, going slack jaw at the sight of warren and z, making the boys around them snicker, but the sight of the water finally being a few steps ahead steps them all.

Their eyes turning big and all semblance of decorum is lost as they run into the water like the giant children they are now. Splashing at eachother or trying to wrestle the other in the water. Some simply float around enjoying the water. It’s truly a sight to see, formier hardened marines now overgrown blue 20 year old kids. But hey they, we all deserve this right?

The call of “sa’nu” breaks my derailing train of thought. Turning I saw a spider running towards where miles and I were standing, seven kids behind him. Four of them were the same blue as we were so they clearly must be Jake and Neytiri's kids while the other ones were a soft turquoise color and must be from the ocean clan.

“Mom i want to officially introduce you he says grabing my hand and dragging me over to the children, miles not far behind.(always so protective)

“These are Jake's kids? Spider says gesturing to the four dark blue kids in front of me

The tallest comes up and welcomes me with “I see you. I return the gesture with a smile on my face looking over the boy. He looked more like neytiri than jake in my opinion. But i see him flicking his eyes between me and miles behind me i step alittle closer trying to appear as not threatening as possible since all of our first meetings didn’t go very well, not that I remember much of it

“It’s a honor to meet you all again i do appologize for myself, miles and everyone else for how our first meeting went, we where all still trying to find our way. “

He looks taken aback turning to converse silently with the rest of his siblings,Before smiling back at me again

“We have agreed to forgive you. Eywa wouldn’t want us to dwell that moment instead why don't we start over. Hello my name is neteyam im the oldest of jake and neytiri sully's children.”

“And most boring” i hear the younger boy mumble out from under his breath earning a smack from the older girl and a glare from neteyam.

He's quick to slap a cheeky smile back on his face, stepping up and holding out his hand to shake. The very image of a certain someone I know.

“Im lo’ak i'm the coolest one here.”

“And very humble I see.”/“No doubt who’s child he is.” miles says softly. I just turn and smile/glare at him. He just chuckles in response. Lo’ak clears his throat grabbing my attention once more

“I want to say thank you for taking care of Spider, he may not actually be our brother by blood but he is by choice so thanks.

“No thank you for considering him family, it warms my heart to know he didn’t grow up alone”

“Of course Spider is family.” The youngest girl says jumping up and down before running to hug Spider . He smiles and hugs her back even though she's almost taller than him.

“What’s your name sweetie? I ask the adorable young girl

“Im tuk”

“Well it's nice to meet you tuk”

“You too aunty.”

“The cuteness is too much and I just have to squeeze you.” the girl smiles her cute giggles filling the air, everyone else looking on with smiles on their faces.

Spider had moved from my side now going over to the last sully child she was still withdrawn from the group just silently watching, almost skittishly with how she held her tail infront of her. Spider simple overs her a smile before grabbing her hand and bringing her over towards me

“Mom dad this is kiri,”

“Oh the famous kiri huh”

“Dad”

“Hahaha i must say i don't think spider has stopped telling us about you i say to the young girl further embarrassing my son as he stares wide eyed at me a blush rising on his face that makes me chuckle more”

“Mom!”

“Im sorry my love, hello kiri its wonderful to meet you i must say you are the image of your mother.

“I can tell she is taken aback at my comment but blush’s lightly and smiles a thank you leaving her lips”

“She spoke of you in her logs”

“She did aww see i knew she always liked me no matter how hard she tried to deny it.”

“Yes she said you where a very kind person.”

“Well im honored grace thought highly enough to say that and i would like to give you my condolences on her passing. Just know the person that hurt her is gone and will not be coming back. “

Kiri chokes back a sob but nods her brothers all going to hug her lightly,

(Authors note in this story quartich isnt the one who shot grace instead it will be the jerk soldier form the first chapter thats why the reader says he wont ever come back.)

A throat clearing breaks the tender moment on of the other children a boy with his hair in a bun coming forward

“Mrs y/n these are chief tonowari and Ronald children aonung and tsireya, and their friend roxto they have been teaching us the way of water and have volunteered to help spider as well.” I see you i gesture to the trio, they reciprocated the girl smiling brightly up at me.

“Welcome to our village i hope you all find a home with us.”

“I hope so to thank you dear.”

“Your clan is big are you all warriors?” Roxto asks from behind tsireya

“Yes we are but dont worry no one will hurt anyone, at least not on purpose or with out cause. However I wouldn’t recommend getting in the middle of them when they’re all rough housing like that i say turning to see everyone still mucking about in the waters.”

Everyone simply chuckles and air coming around us as the atmosphere seeps into our bones leaving a smile on my face for the days to come.

Your pov

After meeting the kids we all talk for a bit before i usher them all off to go be kids. The sun setting the Team long since exhausted from splashing around. Now all just rest on the sand, some fruit juices and water the villagers gave us being passed around.

I'm currently curled in miles lap as he leans against a tree, the shade covering our blue skin from the blazing sun, us both just staring out into the horizon. Spider's laugh draws my attention as I see him being splashed at by lo’ak, the both of them pushing each other pulling tails the works as kiri and the rest look on with amusement. Tuk eventually flinging herself on the pile spider catching her both falling into the water. I see kiri go and help spider up, both sneaking glances as they try not to make it so obvious they’re both staring at the other, hearts in their eyes. Pictures of their possible future flashes in my mind, bringing a sad smile to my face. Miles noticed my deflating mood and asks whats wrong

“I wish Spider could have an avatar.”

“Me to darlin! He would fit in more.”

“So you’ve noticed it too?”

“I'm not blind dove. I can tell he likes that Sully girl.”

“Exactly wouldn’t they be cute together…. I mean can’t you picture it, his dark slightly curly hair combed back with some braids in it. A smile stretching across a maskless face as he explores and is finally able to be a part of this world, with no restrictions. I want that for him miles. If anyone deserves it, it's him.”

“I agree ,Well look into it darlin i promise”

A throat clearing turns our heads to see Jake and neytiri come up behind us.

“Corporal miles says nodding at jake”

“Colonel, y/n “

They both make themselves comfortable in the shaded sand beside us”

“What’s up jake?”

Nothing much, just checking in. Wanted to see how your first day is treating you.”

“We’re good, the big blue children are all just goofing off.” I say loud enough so the others can hear me all turning their heads and making faces at me, some adding a hand gesture or to in the mix. Jake just laughs at our antics miles joining him.

“Yeah I saw that and I thought I had a lot of kids you're going to have your hands full dove.

“It’s fine their ok most of the time.i say still laughing at the faces they where all making.

“Hey i wanted to let you know Tonowari wants to start your training as soon as possible, he wants to make sure you all will be productive members of this clan since they took us all in.

“Good ,well be ready, we all need to get refocused anyway.” Miles says grumpily behind me

“Speak for yourself, Colonel, a personal day in the sun every now and then won't kill you.”

“Well when the RDAs not hunting us anymore then i'll relax that work for you dove," he says cheekily pinching my side. I just shake my head at him narrowing my eyes to let him know hell pay for that later

“Actually Jake,” I say, turning back to my friend. “Can I ask you a question?”

“Whatcha got?”

“You and the others still research everything about the Navi and your avatars right.?”

“Yeah?”

“Well I want to know if it would be possible to make Spider and avatar body.”

Jakes spine straightens, as he looks quickly to the side at neytiri. The duo having a brief silent conversation

“What’s wrong for you to react like that?”

“No no Nothings wrong dove it's actually perfect its how do i say this.”

“Out with it sully.” Miles says behind me agitated at his slow response.

“He already has one.”

“WHAT!” miles and I reply at the same time.

“Yeah we were going to surprise him on his next birthday, but then you all returned and took Spider with you and my family had to relocate. It's just been a lot these last couple of months. But norm and the others have been working on it for the past five years”

My happiness is overwhelming. I can’t help but fly from miles lap to wrap an arm round both the sullys necks hugging them close to. Me as I whisper thanks.. my brain moves a thousand miles a minute as i begin to pace thinning of all the things my baby will be able to do, what stuff he'll need, how will he..

“Darlin relax.” Miles says catching my hand to bring me back down into his lap

“Sorry it’s just this is amazing I can’t wait to tell him.”

“Before you tell him y/n, i want you to know what all this would entail.” Tiri tells me cautiously,

“What do you mean.?”

“For spider to become one with his avatar form, he would need to pass through the eyes of eywa, where she will judge his soul and deem him worth to return.”

“That doesn’t sound bad”

“No, not at all spiders young, he has a strong heart and mind, he should have no issues but we always want to be on the side of caution sometimes especially when it comes to our kids. So i just want to tell you that there could be a possibility that spider could not survive the transfer

“Wait, are you telling us Spider could possibly die doing this transfer thingy Sully”. Miles asks jake sternly

“Yes there’s always the possibility that eywa has different plans for him.. neytiri says solemnly

“But as I said spider is young and strong with a good spirit,he has so many reasons to live, to stay with all of us, I wouldn’t even suggest the soul transfer if i didn't think spider would make it. I just wanted you to be aware that as his parents there’s always a risk.”

“There's a risk to him every day. He could run out of oxygen or something could happen to his mask. Hell, him just swimming around with the kids he could get hurt. I want the best for my son. That’s it “

“I understand y/n, here i'll contact norm and have him send you some files, and then you can decide if you want to tell spider ok?”

“I would appreciate that thanks.”

“Of course y/n i know a lot of stuff happened between all of us during the end there and i don't really know if you remember but i we”he says looking at neytiri and back. '' promised you we would take care of Spider, and i like to think we did an ok job, but eywa brought you all back for a reason and i couldn't be happier that she did.”

“Thank you, jake. Thank you tiri. You’ll never understand how much this means to me.”

“To us” miles says behind me bringing a soft smile to my face as I look up at the man I love trying to mend bridges.

“Your welcome colonel your welcome. Just let us know what you decide.”

“We will”

Just as the words leave my mouth a horn sounds. All of the blue team are up on their feet defensive stances taken as we look around for whatever danger was being signaled

“Woah guys chill. Its not trouble its the horn to let us know the food is ready and the party can start.”

“Party?”

“Yeah tonowari and elders came together to make a celebration party to welcome all of you to the metekiyana.

“Awww,

“Yeah, here yall gather up and we'll get the kids.”

Everyone gets together as we walk over to a large sand bank. The whole village is there, reminding me of a giant beach bbq. Family’s and friends sitting together laughing and eating. Babies playing at their parents feet. Elderly all sitting together reminiscing. It’s all so warm, welcoming. Tonowari invited us all to create a group with his and Jake's families. We all got comfortable formally introducing ourselves to the clan leader, tonowari asking us some questions, wanting to know what roles we played with the sky people and how we came to find ourselves in our current situation. He and the people all around. us listen on with rapt attention. All curious about the group of thirteen that now belong with their clan. As the night went on and some sort of liquor is passed around, everyone softened up the more they drank, enjoying the beginnings of their new life path.

I was currently walking back to our new home. Miles infront of me with a drunk spider hanging over his shoulder like a sack of squirming potatoes. 15 minutes ago i had found him Lo’ak, aonung even neteyam and some other younger village teens all slightly drunk in their own little clearing. They somehow got a hold of the liquor going around and were all slightly tipsy. However Spider was much smaller than all of them so what got them tipsy got him sloshed out drunk. Parents all shake their heads and gather their inebriated children before heading home. I pass my boys opening the flap of pur mauri and lighting the lamps before miles can set Spider down. I set up a spot for spider so he's comfortable where I can watch him from my sleeping spot. Worried the boy could vomit or accidentally take off his mask in his current state. I feel miles cuddle up behind me. One of his arms thrown over my stomach as he breathed into my neck, both of us just enjoying the calming sound of the waves in the distance, watching our drunk snoring son.

“I want to tell him.” I say into the dark

“Then let's tell him darlin”. Miles replies His arms squeezing me even closer as I just press kisses to the skin I can find. Sleep slowly finding me.

The next. Morning came quickly though we all had an excuse to stay and sleep but year living the military life disagreed. Most everyone was up early going through their routines before deciding to go and help gather some stuff for breakfast. I stayed behind to wait for spider to wake up. Said boy now wrapped like a burrito in his blankets after he kept moving around all night in his drunken dreams. I had no other choice. A ding sounds from my halo pad i see its a message from norm

Hey y/n good morning, Jake said he told you about Spider Avatar and that you wanted to see Spiders Avatar so I sent you a video and some of the data on him, but I also sent some other photos of spider I thought you should have. Let me know what you guys decide.

I type out a thanks before clicking the first file open. The image of a tiny toddler spider fills the screen. His curls are everywhere as he has the widest smile on his face. Both hands grasping on to norms as he looks like he's mid step. The next picture he's a bit older, maybe around three or four. He's asleep drooling on Max's shirt as he continues to look into a microscope just holding the boy on his lap. The photos continue on like that spider at different states. The older he gets the less the photos look like they are taken in a lab and the more of them there are of Spider with the sully kids all growing up together. One is even of neytiri holding spider both smiling at the camera.

Every picture brings a bigger smile on my face until i get to the last file. It’s a video.

As soon as the screen moves I can hear the beeping and pulsing of different machines. The lense hadn’t focused yet so all i see is a screen of glowing blue. Come on camera focus. Norms voice says slightly. The screen finally focuses and the feet of an avatar floating in liquid appear. The camera moves upward showing the body of a young but well built and athletic looking Navi, before coming up to his face. A gasp leaves my mouth as I see my baby. There's no doubt that it's Spider, just blue. From the soft black slightly curls framing his face while the rest is pulled back in a slight bun. The slope of his forehead down to the bushy eyebrows, and even his jawline, all of it is wholly spider. What was interesting to him was the marking covering his face that looked similar to mine and miles. Almost like eywa knew we would be reunited and wanted us to be a full family

“Who’s that?”

Spiders voice comes from behind me, scaring me as I drop the halo pad to the ground. The boy has the audacity to laugh at my scarred reaction

“Sorry mama”

“It’s ok baby,” huffing out a breath to recompose myself. “ How do you feel?.”

“I'm fine mama. My head hurts a little bit and i hungry but mostly I want to know why I'm wrapped like a burrito.?”

“Well your mischievous little ass got burritoed since he wouldn’t cooperate last night.”

“Sorry” I just laugh at the boy helping untie him from the blankets before handing him a pain pill and some water. He takes it quickly putting his mask back on before fixing me with a smile.

“So who was that on you tablet?”

“That is a surprise and a conversation we have to have later.”

“What’s going on mama?”

“Nothing baby it will be good news, so for now why dont you go get cleaned up your pa and the others should be back soon and we can all have breakfast.”

“Ok ma whatever you say.”

Ten minutes later Miles comes back, some fish ready to be cooked and eaten. We all eat pur fill laughter filling the air as miles makes fun of spiders drunken state the night before. The boy is currently trying to retaliate but being held at arm's length by his fathers giant hand planted on his face. I just laugh at the happy scene. The boys are getting along so well. Like that invisible barrier they had before has slowly disappeared.

After breakfast we all go about our day. Spider goes to play/train with the other children, while Miles goes to train with jake. I decided I wanted to look around the village some more before going to train, meeting up with neytiri and having a pleasant afternoon with her. Helping with chores and just talking, the day is long filled with laughter and learning. I watche as the rest of team works hard. Either learning the ways of water or helping villagers with chores. All trying their best to make this place recognize them just like we did when we started the in the RDA but this time, there was no ranks, only hard work that would get you anywhere.

I had spoken to jake to let him know we decided we wanted to tell spider, about his avatar and give him the choice if he wanted to go that route, but i wanted jake and neytiri and them to be a part of it to, they’ve been there for the past 16 years and i would not alienate them simply cause me and miles returned. So with a dinner planned i go to work on how to tell my son his whole life could change…… again.

Spiders pov

Today was fun. I learned the breathing techniques with the others, even though my mask I found works underwater so I don’t really need what I was taught but hey I'm always up for learning something new. After swimming around for a bit we took a break to go play with the ilus. The ocean was truly so cool, kiri helped me explore with her showing me all the places she's found so far, i don't even question how good she is at swimming and holding her breath already i just put it down as part of her charm, like always

The day goes on when mom comes and grabs me telling me and the others to all go get cleaned up for dinner. After yet another bath and mom coming through my curls. I changed into some new clothes, dad making a comment that i was wearing a thong again( spider doesn’t know what a thong is) and that just looking at me made him feel cold.

I simply laugh and tell him he “better get used to it old man before long you’ll be wearing the same thing” uncle Lyle has been wearing them off and on so has some of the other guys all trying out the local fashion. Aunt Z, aunt warren and mom simply switch bewtten their tops and the ones jake dropped off. But only mom has worn any of the skirts, like she has on now.

We walk over to the sully mauri, as soon as we get inside tuk jumps up, welcoming us all before dragging me over to where her and Kiri where breading some new necklaces. Lo’ak and neteya,m are talking about spear techniques behind us, roping me into their conversation. But I can’t help but look around instead. Seeing all the people i love and care for all a=under one roof, is like a dream from my childhood i never thought would happen come true.

Your pov

‘The meal is nice, fish and different types of meat grilled and passed out. Some sort of grain that reminds me of rice and some fruits and vegetables float around as well, its not till I see everyone’s had at least one helping that i clear my throat jake picking up on my signal.

“Ok, quiet down. Kids there's a reason y/n quartich and spider have come over to eat with us. We actually have some news for you, well mostly you spider.

“What, what's going on, mom is everything ok.?”

“It’s fine baby uts good news like i said earlier we just wanted to tell you all together.””

“I can start y/n if you’d like. “

“yes please”

“Spider we’ve watched you grow up, always enamored with the world around you. Always learning the Navi ways and doing your best to fit in. I know it wasn’t always easy for you, so me and the others all decided to try and fix that. And well.”

“Oh god im dying aren't i” spider asks out loud

“What no spider! I say reprimanding the young boy

“Here kid look for yourself” miles hands spider a halo pad miles seeing we were having a hard time telling the child so he was going to just rip off the bandaid.”

The kids all gather around the screen before hitting play.

“Hey that looks like/Oh my eywa/ BRO!!!”

The kids all talk over each other as they see the video Spider just sitting frozen as they react

“Spider?” The boy looks up to me his eye glossing over with unsteady tears

“Is this real?”

“Yes baby it is. Norm, Max and the others were able to make you your own avatar.”

Spider just continues to stare at the screen as a tear falls down his face

“Bro those better be happy tears this is Amazing.” lo’ak says shaking spiders shoulders, Neteyam scolding him. Tuk simply tries to hug spider , wanting to comfort her brother. It's not till kiri takes the tablet away and makes Spider face her that he snaps out of his blank state.

“Monkey boy, you're ok just breathe.”

Spider takes in a few breaths regrounding I self befor ethanking kiri. He stands coming over to were all the adults where sitting before jumping into my arms, hugging me tight before doing the same with miles, jake and neytiri.

“Thank you guys, thank you”

“Your welcome kid I can’t think of anyone who deserves this more than you.” Jake says, smiling at the blonde teen.

“When can i see it” spider asks

“I actually don’t know? what do you think jake?”.

“We could get norm and max to bring it here..”

“NO” miles vetoes loudly us all looking at him shocked “Sorry, no offense sully but that's exactly why we found these islands in the first place. I don't want to give the rda another excuse to look over here,

“Miles is right jake.”

“No no I agree, I forgot about that,…. Ok well then if they can’t come here well have to go there”,

“What really/ really dad”.. the kids all say quickly

“Yeah we'll go back to the Forest but we're not there to stay guys….not yet.”

The kids slightly deflate but I can tell they understand what their father is saying.

“We'll be able to see mo’at, norm and everyone and pick up some more of our stuff but we do have to come back. The ocean is our home for now”.

Yes sir, they all answer i reach over squeezing kiri shoulder giving them all a knowing smile that they reciprocate.

Would next week work.?

Yeah that would work. We can let them know where coming up let’s Norm and them get everything ready.

Yaaaa we get to go get spider an avatar tuk cheers cheerfully in the middle of the group, the big smile on her face finding its way to everyone else as we all grill with hope about the future.

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missywritesfor7 · 8 months

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🔥 Pandora’s Hope | JHS 🔥

Synopsis: Hoseok and his girlfriend broke up just a few months ago and now all he wants is to get laid with no strings attached. One night his best friend Nari decides to help him with that despite being in a relationship with a controlling psycho. One time can’t hurt, but it turns into more times. Before they know it, Hoseok and Nari find themselves caught in a complicated web of sex, lies, crime, fear, and so much pain.

Hoseok starts sleeping with his best friend but it gets complicated when her boyfriend turns out to be more than just an abusive asshole and they have to get an attorney and detective involved.

Pairing: dom!Hoseok x fem!oc

Status: Complete

Warnings: NSFW, smut, some more smut, domestic abuse, sexual abuse, cheating, organized crime, anxiety, depression, panic attacks, death, some fluff because Hoseok, parenthood, alcoholism

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|| Ch. 2: Ego ||

Saturday morning Hoseok wakes up and stares at the ceiling trying to figure out what happened last night. What got into Nari? How did he let her break him down so easily?

He had never thought of doing anything with her before. She always seemed off limits in his mind. Not only because she’s already in a relationship, albeit a garbage one, but also because he only saw her as his best friend. His little sister who he should protect although she’s only one year younger than him. But he can’t shake the image of her on her knees before him. The way she begged him to make her feel good. It’s like she learned his biggest weakness and used it to her advantage.

Was she in her right mind? Was she so mad about her fight with Leo that she lost all reason and Hoseok just so happened to be at the right place at the right time? Why did any of this happen?

His focus is lost, all he can think about is how good she felt, but also if it was a mistake. He wonders if he should go back to the bar tonight and ask her what that was about. Or should he avoid her for a few days and wait for the dust to settle first?

The day becomes night and he finally makes a quick decision to go to the bar. Somewhere in his haze he must have forgotten what day it is because he arrives to a busy and lively bar. Why did he think they’d be able to talk here now? Still, he takes his place at the bar figuring he’d may as well get a drink since he’s here.

“Whiskey?” Nari asks with a smile.

“I think I’ll just have a beer,” he says as if the whiskey was the problem last night.

“Beer?” She asks raising an eyebrow. “As you wish.” She smirks and fills a glass.

“Do I have to worry about your boyfriend showing up again?” He asks as she places the glass in front of him.

“No,” she sighs. “I don’t think so.”

“You don’t seem so sure.”

“You know how he is.”

“Yeah, I do. That’s why we need to talk.”

“You picked a fine time,” she chuckles. “You’ll be lucky to get me for five minutes.”

“I’ve got all night,” he says sipping his beer.

All night is exactly what it ends up taking. She’s moving around nonstop mixing drinks, cleaning counters, and flirting for a few extra tips from the big spenders. She refills Hoseok’s beer periodically but doesn’t stop for more than two minutes at a time. He’s about five beers in by the time the last customer leaves.

“How are you getting home?” She asks wiping down the counter for a final time.

“I drove,” he says finishing the last of his final beer.

“That’s not how you’re getting home though.”

“Why not?”

“Because I know you, and I know you’ve passed your limit a few drinks ago,” she chuckles.

“You’re the one who kept serving me,” he smirks.

“That’s why I’m the one who’s going to take you home.”

“You don’t need to do that.”

“But I want to.” She looks at him with her pleading eyes. That look is giving him flashbacks to last night that prickles his skin with goosebumps.

“What about your boyfriend? Isn’t he going to sniff your car seats and know you had someone else in there?” He says sarcastically.

“Don’t start, Hobi.” She says rolling her eyes.

“Are you going to tell me what last night was about?”

“Nothing,” she sighs. “He just…doesn’t like me working here.”

“You don’t say?” He says sarcastically. “Why is that?”

“He’s always accusing me of fucking my customers.”

“So in retaliation you decided to actually fuck one of your customers? Makes sense.”

“You’re not just one of my customers.”

“What am I then? And why did you…” He trails off waving his hands unsure of how to be direct about this.

“You’re my friend. My best friend and I trust you.” She pauses a moment while biting the corner of her mouth. “I’m just so sick and tired of him accusing me of shit all the time. I figured if he wants to accuse me of something then maybe I should just do it because what difference does it make? He thinks I’m fucking other people regardless.”

“So…you fuck me?”

“You said you just wanted to get your dick wet,” she smirks.

“Well yeah…but seriously, what was that?”

“I don’t know, Hobi,” she pouts. “I was mad and you were here. What do you want me to say?”

“It just caught me off guard. I wasn’t sure if there was more to it than that.”

“Let’s just say I was helping you with one thing and you were helping me with another. Like friends do.” She smiles as if she’s some mastermind for that thought. “Now let me take you home.”

That’s a bit of a relief to Hoseok. He doesn’t care what she has going on with Leo, or that she used him to get back at Leo or whatever it is she’s trying to do. She’s great and he wishes she would leave Leo and find someone better that actually treats her right. But that someone is not Hoseok. She’s his best friend and he doesn’t want this to turn into something awkward if she has deeper feelings for him and he has to turn her down because he doesn’t feel the same.

That was some amazing sex though.

The following day Nari sends him a text letting him know that she’ll take him to get his car later in the evening when Leo goes to work. He tells her not to bother, he’ll just schedule a ride to his car. However, she insists. She begs, to take him to get his car. Fuck her and her begging.

So now he has to sit at home all day without his car because he can’t resist a little begging from his friend. Does she know what begging does to him? They’ve been friends for 3 years and he doesn’t know why she’s suddenly unlocked his weakness. Why can’t he get her off his mind?

Just as she said, she shows up later in the evening and takes him to his car still sitting in the bar parking lot. It’s dark and empty since the bar is closed and when she pulls up next to his car he’s relieved to see that it hasn’t been bothered.

“Thanks for the ride,” he says unbuckling his seatbelt.

“No, thank you,” she says placing her hand on his.

“For what?” He asks a bit confused.

“For being a good friend,” she says softly.

“Of course,” he says unsure of what she’s talking about. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, but everything,” she sighs.

“What did he do this time?” Whenever she’s like this it’s usually because of another fight she had with Leo.

“Nothing. This time it’s me.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’ve been with Leo for 4 years. We’ve done a lot of things together.” She pauses and looks right into Hoseok’s eyes. “In all that time I’ve never had sex with him that was even half as good as sex with you.”

“Oh,” he says taken aback. He wasn’t sure what had been on her mind, but he wouldn’t have guessed it was that. He can’t deny that it definitely makes him feel pretty good.

“Hobi I know I kind of used you because I was just angry with Leo, and I’m sorry for that, but I haven’t stopped thinking about you. I haven’t stopped thinking about how you made me feel.”

“Really?” He feels the same, but this had to be just a one time thing. She’s with Leo, and Leo’s not the type of person that would take something like this well if he found out. Of all people that could offer to help him get his dick wet, it just had to be her.

“I can’t help it,” she says leaning closer to him and running her hand up his thigh. “You made me feel so fucking good. I want more. Can I be your slut again?”

“What? I mean are you sure? What about Leo? And what would that make us?”

“Leo wishes he could make me feel as good as you do.” She moves in closer to him and whispers softly in his ear. “I can be whatever you want me to be.”

Fuck. He knew she had a wild side but he never thought he’d be on the receiving end of it. He never once looked at her in a way that made him want to be on the receiving end of her submissive begging. Fuck her and her begging that has him about to burst out of his pants.

“Fuck, Nari,” he groans in frustration stuck between the angel and devil on his shoulders telling him to do two completely different things.

“Please, Hobi,” she whines brushing her hand over his hardening dick. “Let me take care of this for you.”

He’s frozen in place, effectively paralyzed by her soft lips meeting his. His breathing gets heavier as she reaches for his waistband and frees his dick. She continues kissing him with force, slipping her tongue into his mouth while using her thumb to tease his tip that’s already leaking from excitement.

“Riri,” he moans when she finally pulls back a moment for him to take a breath.

Before he can say anything else she bends over and slowly takes his entire length into her mouth. No matter what his head is telling him, his body won’t let him stop her. The way she moves her tongue over his most sensitive spots that he didn’t even realize he had makes it nearly impossible for him to stop her.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he exhales palming the back of her head and guiding it up and down his shaft a few more times.

“You taste good too,” she says coming back up to taste his lips again.

He wants to ask her so many questions. He wants her to make it make sense to him. He wants to know what her boundaries may be if she even has any. He needs to stop this and clarify a lot of things before they continue on. But instead she lets out another pleading moan begging him to make her feel good again, and that pulls his ego out.

“You want me to make you feel good?” He whispers grabbing a handful of her hair.

“Yes,” she moans.

“Will you do what I say?”

“Yes,” she moans again. “I’ll do anything.”

“Oh really?” He says giving her hair a gentle pull, just enough to reveal her entire neck. “What if I left a few marks on your pretty little neck?”

“Hobi, please,” she whines. “You know I would get in trouble.”

“You’re worried about getting in trouble with him, but you’re the one who said you would be my slut. Did you change your mind?” He tightens his grip in her hair conveying his displeasure with her for even thinking of Leo right now.

“No, I’ll still be your slut. Just…please, Hobi.”

“Don’t worry,” He smirks leaving a small kiss on her neck. “I won’t get you in trouble with your psycho boyfriend, but that means I’ll have to punish you another way.”

“Anything,” she moans. “Whatever you want.”

He releases his hold on her hair and swiftly pull her shirt over her head. She’s wearing a red lace bra that holds her tits up so perfectly. It’s hard for him to maintain his self control, not that he has much left at this point, but he enjoys toying with her. He enjoys teasing her just to hear her beg and moan. He enjoys swirling his tongue around her nipples and listening to her mewl.

“The shorts,” he growls releasing her nipple from his mouth. “Off.”

“Yes, sir,” she moans pulling his dominant side out even more.

She shifts around in her seat removing her shorts and revealing a red thong to match her bra that now sits around her stomach after he pulled it down to reveal her tits.

He watches her while slowly stroking his hard dick. He can’t get over how sexy she looks as he watches her obey his every command. The temperature in her car almost makes it feel like a sauna, but it only makes his heart race even more.

“Sit,” he says gesturing to his lap.

She ponders a moment getting ready to stretch her leg across the center console of her little sedan, but she looks unsure of how. He doesn’t say anything as he watches her finally lift her leg and slide it clumsily across his thighs. He wants to laugh, but he holds his dark expression and continues watching her comically try sliding herself over to his lap.

She gets about three quarters of her body over to him, but she slips and hits her thigh on the gear shifter. She lets out a yelp followed by an exaggerated pout in his direction, going from slut to adorable in a split second.

“Riri,” Hoseok laughs breaking his demeanor and pulling her into his lap. “Are you ok?”

“Yeah,” she pouts. “It kinda hurt though.”

“How are you so clumsy?” He chuckles burying his head in her chest.

“I don’t know,” she laughs shifting herself just enough for him to feel how wet she is through her thong against his dick.

“You better be careful,” he whispers with a smirk. “If you bruise yourself your boyfriend may think you’re fucking someone else.”

“Of course, I can’t have him think that,” she smirks grinding her hips into his cock.

“And yet here you are,” he growls returning his grip in her hair. “Begging me to fuck you.”

She lets out a strangled moan while working her hips into him more. He reaches his free hand down between her legs, slipping under the thin waistband of her thong and begins swirling his finger around her clit. He keeps the rhythm making her moans and whines rapidly increase.

“You’re so wet,” he says slipping a finger inside her with ease. “You must really want me to fuck you.”

“Mhmm,” she moans. “Please. I want you to fuck me so bad.”

“Will you be a good girl for me?” He asks pulling his finger out of her making her whine.

“Yes, Hobi. I’ll be your good girl. I’ll be whatever you want. Please fuck me.”

The amount of power she gives him when she begs burns him up inside. The way she impatiently grinds into him dying for him to fill her up. Teasing her any longer would only be teasing himself and at this point he doesn’t know if he can take much more. He needs to feel her surrounding him.

He pulls her thong to the side and positions her right above his tip. She tries easing herself down but he holds her up in place denying her for just another moment. He just loves hearing her whine for him. He circles his tongue around her nipple before dropping her down on his dick making her yell in pleasure.

He gives her no time to adjust and begins thrusting powerfully up into her. Part of it is because he loves to punish her, but also because he craves her so bad.

She says she hasn’t stopped thinking about him, and he hasn’t stopped thinking about her either. It’s not just the months he’s gone with no sex, but also the way she knows how to turn him on like no one ever has before.

The feeling of her warmth surrounding his cock renders him nearly unable to control his load that’s threatening to release into her. He can feel her clinching around him as she moans and squeals while bouncing in his lap. He won’t last much longer, but he can tell she won’t either.

He stops her movement, holding her down on his dick making her squirm and whine to get the release he’s denying her.

“Does someone want to cum?” He growls into her chest.

“Yes,” she moans. “Please…fuck I wanna cum all over you so bad.” She continues trying to break from his hold though she’s not quite strong enough.

“Do you even deserve to cum yet?” He smirks enjoying the sight of her quickly unraveling.

“Hobi please. I’ve been a good girl. I’ve been a good slut for you.” She sounds desperate and exasperated. “Please let me cum.”

He pulls her into his chest and returns to thrusting into her with no mercy. She’s moaning and sucking on his neck announcing her release that he can feel as she tightly molds around him.

“Fuccckkkk!” She yells reaching her climax and losing control of her body.

He continues going chasing his release as she rides through hers. He matches her moans with his own and let’s everything he has spill into her. She slowly rocks back and forth in his lap leaving soft kisses on his neck as he waits for his temporary paralysis to wear off.

“You’re so good to me, Hobi,” she says smiling and wiping a bead of sweat from his forehead.

“You don’t have to keep sweet talking me,” he chuckles. “Get home and get cleaned up before he catches you.”

“Yes, sir,” she smirks. “I’ll talk to you later.”

She’s unbelievable, but so satisfying.

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theinvisiblemuseum · 1 year

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do you have any pandalily headcanons or fics you could share?

bury a friend has given me brain rot :(

ok so i suck because i literally haven't read any fics in foreverrrrr BUT i'm always willing to provide some pandalily headcanons bc i love them more than life itself <33

i'll split it into modern/au vibes and canon vibes bc those differ greatly in my mind (and ill put it under the cut in case this gets long)

(spoiler, it did get long and i’m not sorry)

canon vibes:

so funnily enough in my view of 'canon' pandalily isn't a thing, i have a wholeeeee version of what i consider canon etched in my head and that's never changing but for the sake of the argument i DO have ideas

everyone is on a mission to keep these two apart at all costs

marauders & co know that lily’s a little bit crazy if properly encouraged and slytherins & co are well aware that pandora Can and Will be insane at any given opportunity

therefore, they must be kept apart, for everyone’s sanity

pandora and lily do what they want, more than anything

i like to believe they bonded over being fascinated by the same groteque subject, and they met up in the restricted section to make out

lily teaches pandora loads of deadly hexes, and pandora introduces lily to terrifying magical creatures

they both ride thestrals together, but neither of them can see them

something tells me that they discovered the whole deal about the chamber of secrets and solved it, and that’s how the marauders figured out that tom riddle was voldemort & then that in turn led regulus to research horcruxes but i’m getting too far ahead of myself here

sometimes they’d curse people off their brooms during quidditch matches

pandora is as big of a prankster as the marauders but she’s smart enough to get away with it & doesn’t take credit or leave a trace but if she DOES she uses lily’s head girl privileges to get out of trouble

lily would look the other way when evan committed acts of arson

evan proposed to lily so he could be evan evans and pandora encouraged them to Get Married For The Bit

if pandalily were together in canon they wouldn’t have died period they would have rocked voldemort’s shit

they both realize after the war how down with murder they are

they start a little wizard hit man business they sneakily kill people and get super rich for it, i’m right i know i am

all their friends support this, because they’re killing shitty people and getting revenge for their friends that did die

lily refuses to take the last name rosier because she refuses to be lily rose and pandora refuses to take the last name evans because of her brother

i haven’t actually properly thought about canonverse pandlily before but now i’m thinking so many thoughts oh no oh no

au vibes:

cannibalism

literally will graham lily and hannibal lecter pandora if you don’t see my vision i cannot help you it’s divine intervention you’re not ready for don’t worry one day you’ll see the light

intensely codependent

they saw each other, decided they’d kill for each other, and the rest is history

neither of them is allowed to die unless the other person kills them. in a romantic way. they will go hand in unlovable hand or not at all.

pandora’s family loves lily

sometimes they’ll fall off the face of the earth for a little while, come back looking like hell, and their friends take bets on if they had sex, committed murder, or both

no one actually knows if their jokes about murder are jokes or not

like. they haven’t killed anyone. they just have a dark sense of humor. right?

haha. right????

“i stand with my cancelled wife”

dinner parties. human meat may or may not be on the menu

i think they’ve been to the met gala. at least twice.

they’re both night owls, but lily can wake up early and pandora would rather die than wake up early

they’d never have kids but they’re AMAZING aunts to their friends kids

they give the kids weird shit that they definitely shouldn’t, like human brains in a jar or voodoo dolls

they’ve got some kind of telepathy, they alwaysss know what the other is thinking

they sometimes pretend they’re getting divorced just for fun, they go through a whole process and everything only to be like nvm :)

their lawyer hates them

they have an Attic. no one goes in the Attic. but everyone has a story about what they Think is in the Attic.

pandora has cloud tattoos all the way up her arm & neck and lily traces them while she tries to fall asleep

they play “how would you rather die” before bed every night and come up with stranger things every time

oh god this is getting so long i’ll be done now i promise

also yaz is writing a pandalily fic that’s dropping the first chapter on xmas and i’m very excited for thattttttttt and everyone else should be as wellllll <33

#organ donations #pandalily

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merryfortune · 8 months

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A Podcast About You

Focus: Spectre-centric

Fandom: Yu-Gi-Oh! Vrains

Rating: T

Word Count: 6,474

Tags: Crack Treated Seriously, Angst, Crying, Child Abuse, Character Study

Kyoko’s eyes widened. She knew she ought to skip this episode. That it would be opening old wound but she didn’t. She was glad she didn’t because by the end of it, she knew this was different. This was something else. She didn’t even think to discuss it with the others. They had rules and protocols but Kyoko was willing to forgo all of those and get straight to the point.

“You might want to listen to this.” she told Spectre, sliding forward her own device for him to borrow. The screen lit up in white and blue, a logo and a title, a run time and a volume bar.

“I don’t listen to true crime podcasts.” Spectre said. “You know why.”

“Well, I think you should listen to this one.” Kyoko told him. Her voice was stern. Not imposing, just serious.

Spectre stared at her.

“Take it to your room and listen to it. Please. And don’t tell Ryoken-sama.” Kyoko insisted.

Spectre’s brows creased, “Why?”

Her add-on worried Spectre very much. It did show. However, it showed more as a furor than an anxiety, however. He felt his heart strings played with, taut and tightly wound. They had rules. They had protocols. He was the exception but not in speciality, for reasons far worse than the other five.

He had been the only child of the Incident who didn’t need to have interference run on his disappearance. The only one whose misinformation campaign was spearheaded by the ones who were his guardians rather than his captors. It had come as a shock to all of them. He wasn’t even front page news. Just a little paragraph buried deep, an obituary and a press conference.

Heading: Little Boy Missing: Declared Dead.

Subtitle: Orphanage Takes Full Responsibility.

Then a couple paragraphs ensued. Some details about just who this little boy was and what responsibility the orphanage had to him. How all steps were taken properly. Even if the outcome was grim, grisly, and not at all true or what had happened.

Of course, it didn’t reflect well on an orphanage for it lose any of its charges or wards but if the police were satisfied that there was no suspicion of foul play and that it was in character for the little boy to simply run off and get into mischief… Well, there was nothing they could do. Case closed. Closed after two weeks of searching for him, even. Maybe one day his remains would turn up in a landslide or uncovered by some unfortunately observant hikers.

Or maybe he would turn up alive, but not necessarily well, after six months. Yes, well, that would be quite the mistake to make. To declare the child in question dead when there had been foul play. That he had been abducted, held captive, tortured, starved, electrocuted, and he had lived his short little life to the fullest in those six months.

Good thing he was very obedient and disappeared again after that. After three short days of being in and out of hospitals, shut down about his experience and talked over by those who knew better than him about his own lived experience. All those sorts of things. So, he got up and he simply left. Never to be found again. Presumed dead. For real this time.

“It features an interview from the woman who found you as an infant.” Kyoko said.

“Akabane-san?” Spectre exclaimed.

“Yes, the one and only. I thought she was a huckster at first but, no. She told the same story about how you would terrorise the girls in the orphanage as you by ripping the heads off their dolls. A detail which has never arisen before, I believe.”

Spectre turned quiet similar to how Kyoko’s eyes turned dark.

She crossed one arm across her chest, to hold onto her upper arm, “I think Ryoken-sama wouldn’t want you to listen to this. It may open a Pandora’s box for you but I want you to be the judge of that. He’s decided more than enough about your fate, I think. Don’t you agree? Well, it might hurt, it might help. I don’t know for sure but I think you might want to listen to what your previous guardian might have to say about you, eleven years after the fact.”

Her speech was gentle. She was right, too, about Ryoken. He had decided more than enough for him, particularly in regards to the Ignis. It was a protective measure. He didn’t want to see Spectre get hurt, so he lied about all the Ignis being defective, being progenitors of destruction for humankind, even though it was mostly just one and that one was not his.

His Earth… The Earth Ignis, he was never meant to be destiny bound to destruction. He just wanted a quiet, peaceful existence away from humanity but, according to the simulations, if his path were to ever have crossed with Spectre’s, it would have been beautiful. For them both. A platonic partnership which filled in gaps for them both.

His fate and their possible partnership, they were painful what-if’s now. For better or for worse. In the end, Spectre agreed and adhered to what Ryoken had decided for him: it had been better for him not to know.

But this?

This was from before his time. Though, as leader, he would not want his second-in-command getting involved with the media about his life and the misinformation campaign around it, it wasn’t his turn to decide what Spectre wanted. It was his.

Spectre swallowed, “Fine. I will listen to what Akabane-san has to say but I swear to God if I have to listen to any make fun of me or coddle me-”

“She doesn’t. Neither does the host. Do you really think I would listen to such slock on my own time?” Kyoko asked.

“I suppose not.” Spectre said but it was already strange that a criminal would listen to true crime podcasts to begin with.

But then again.

He was the only one whose appearances in true crime podcasts, articles, or news had to be monitored for. After all, the other five children were alive and well. They had never been kidnapped. The Hanoi Project had never taken place. Their disappearances were just… cases of chronic runawayism and the like. He was the only one who was dead.

Where Spectre had been the lone child they never had to spread misinformation about to conceal his disappearance, he was now the lone child who was talked about by strangers. Who had an unusual case record which collected dust in police archives or on the shelves of journalist’s past writings.

He took Kyoko’s device and slipped it into his pocket.

From the kitchen, they both went separate ways. Spectre went to his bedroom, Kyoko continued on to the gym inside the cruise liner.

Spectre locked himself in his room and found his own pair of earphones. It took him a couple minutes to find them since he so rarely used them. He wasn’t a music listener and his DuelTube history was sparse, mostly videos on gardening tips and tricks. Still, he found the cords eventually. He connected them and he figured he may as well get comfortable.

This was going to be rough, more likely than not. He laid down in his bed, hid under the covers with the podcast. For a moment, he was reminded of being a child - both in the orphanage and in the Kogami mansion - disobeyed curfew by reading a book like this. Spectre took a breath and he savoured how his doona was heavy on his back, how his pillow was soft underneath his chin, then exhaled.

Episode 51. Babe in the Woods.

Spectre scoffed. What a trite title. He was certain that there were many cases, both national and abroad, in which that title would be applicable. No wonder Kyoko didn’t immediately skip it, it didn’t seem egregiously referencing exactly him.

Nonetheless, he hit play.

A couple notes of the theme song music began to play. Spectre wasn’t familiar with this app that Kyoko used but scrolling, he discovered the case notes. It was blah, blah, blah to him. A sponsor link. A synopsis that likely thought itself clever: This is the story of a little lost boy who remained forever lost. Then some content warnings: child death, child neglect, etcetera.

It utterly bored Spectre already. There was forty-five whole minutes of this to look forward to, also, he noticed that the time played bar barely progressed in the thirty seconds it took to play the theme tune.

Boredom, however, was better than being irate, Spectre supposed but he was on edge. Especially now that the theme had finished playing and now the host was introducing not only herself but her guest, too.

“Thank you for tuning in, whether it is for first time or the fiftieth time, thank you for spending some time with me, Igarashi Eiko, my guest, Akabane Karen, and the story of Morishita Shinobu: the little lost boy who remained forever lost.”

Spectre snorted. The host clearly thought she was very clever for that synopsis, using it twice in her own script. Speaking of, he wondered if there was a written version to follow along with… but the idea of getting spoilers on his own life and death, well, that made even Spectre’s skin crawl. So, it was better, he decided, to simply listen on.

“Now that my show has gone beyond the fiftieth episode milestone, to celebrate, I have selected three guests whose stories I want to share with you all. All these guests have reached out to me, not vice versa, and their stories include solved cases, unsolved cases, and this case. Akabane-san, would you like to elaborate…?”

“Yes, of course, Igarashi-san.” Akabane replied.

Spectre held his breath. She sounded exactly how he remembered but different at the same time. She had lost some of that joyous, cheerful charm that she used to have. It made sense, he supposed. Time and the years had marched on and that included her. She was what… Thirty-six if he recalled correctly? She wasn’t that much older than Kyoko, Spectre was quite certain.

“This case is technically solved but there are still unresolved elements. Some suspect more than there is. I do not, personally, but I understand why people might think there is more to it than that.” Akabane said.

“Yes, this is a strange case, isn’t it?” Igarashi agreed. “A story of a boy who went missing twice.”

“There are a lot of rightful criticism of how we handled this incident and I would like to shed what light I can with it and share my story. I’m thirty-six and no longer a social worker. I burned out very quickly in part due to this incident. I work as a waitress now. Once I’m ready, I would like to go into teaching next but… I don’t know if my heart can take it, if I fail another young child like I did Morishita Shinobu-kun.”

“Do you want to tell me a bit about Morishita Shinobu-kun? And then I can go over the agreed upon timeline of events, if you like.” Igarashi suggested.

“I can do that.” Akabane replied. She took a breath and the microphone captured the tingle of her nervousness, translating it into static that the editing didn’t fully take out. “Shinobu-kun was an unusual boy. A lot of the children who came to the orphanage, their circumstances are all over the place but usually, there is a lot of coming and going. Children whose parents are going through divorce or other, high stakes court proceedings, they stay with until those matters are resolved. Children who are due to be adopted, children whose parents have surrendered them either due to their own judgement or at the pressure of social workers. But he… He wasn’t like that. We actually found him, under a tree. He had been abandoned in the woods and it was a miracle that we found him alive at all. I still can’t believe someone would do that to a baby.”

“A baby?” gasped Igarashi.

“A baby. He had been there for several days and was estimated to be a few months old, so not a newborn. He should have been starving, emaciated, any number of things but he was quite healthy when we found him. We tried to look for his parents but no leads ever arose. It was quite a disheartening thing. The orphanage was right there but rather than leave him on our doorstep, he was placed under a tree.”

“Is that how got his name?” Igarashi asked.

“Yes, I found him and ergo, I got the honour of naming him since it was apparent, we were going to have him for quite some time. I called him Morishita Shinobu. Under a forest and enduring. I thought that was a good match for him, if a child could endure that abandonment, I was hopeful he would have a bright future ahead of him but…”

“But what?” Igarashi prompted Akabane.

Akabane was quiet for a moment and Spectre was, too. He had never heard of having a bright future ahead of him. He had already known, however, that the name that he had long since cast off was one that Akabane had given him.

“He was a strange boy.” Akabane lamented. “Too smart for his own good. See, we have rules at the orphanage. We are meant to be workers, teachers, not parents. We need to keep the children at arm’s length but Shinobu-kun, he craved parental love and when he realised he wasn’t going to get it from me, or any other member of the staff, he retreated. He realised that very early on and became a quiet, secluded child. Both a bully and a victim. The other children picked on him for being quiet but when he did open up, he would say nasty things to other children.”

“Wow…” Igarashi gasped.

“Mm, it is cruel to speak ill of the dead but he got write up after write up for getting into fights with the boys or terrorising the girls by tearing the heads off their dolls.”

Igarashi laughed and Akabane laughed with her. Spectre’s lips twigged. There’s the moment of realness and veracity that Kyoko had referred to earlier.

“He did have good qualities, however. He loved to read, his favourite book was called Blue Angel. He was even the first child in his age group to transition from reading out loud to reading inside his head. He did that at age four whereas others mightn’t get to that stage until five or six, even as late as seven or eight. It's not a natural skill, it has to be taught, you know.”

“I did not. I’m so used to reading inside my head, I had totally forgotten that it is, indeed, something that needs to be practised. Ah, you can tell I’m a childless woman.” Igarashi laughed. “But wow, he did sound like a smart boy. Is that a factor in why you believe he wouldn’t go somewhere with a stranger or…?”

“I think it's best if you lay out the details of the case now, Igarashi-san.” Akabane replied.

“Ah, yes, this is a good segue point indeed now that we know a little bit about the missing child in question.” Igarashi agreed.

Spectre prepared himself for what was the official timeline of events. He was curious about how much of it would align with his own recollections of it as well as the actual timeline of events. He tried not to ponder the sadness of Akabane’s bittersweet voice, also.

He had always been her pet project. She had tried and tried again to get him to behave whilst still not allowing herself to get too close to him emotionally. The social workers and matrons had to provide stability and continuity but they couldn’t do that the same way a parent he could. The only way he ended up knowing how to was to sit on the edge of the playground by himself. That was better than him getting into fights, after all.

“Eleven years ago on the edge of Den City, Japan. It is early autumn. A little boy of six years goes missing but no one realises immediately. This little boy has a tendency to disappear. He had a favourite place that he liked to go to, a secret base of sorts, like many children have. His is the biggest tree in the forest, hiding underneath its roots or climbing up its branches. He has a lot of fun playing at this one specific tree and goes to this place as often as he can.

“Because of this, none of his caretakers at the orphanage he belongs to is alarmed when he doesn’t come home straight away. He’s out there for hours at a time, until after sundown but usually, he is back in time for dinner. Today, however, he was not. He also wasn’t back for breakfast or lunch the following day. We now have about twenty-four hours ellipsed and as most true crime junkies can tell you, the first three hours of a missing children’s case is urgent, then the first forty-eight hours. It is not until seventy-two hours later that the orphanage begins to realise something is amiss. Akabane-san, what are you and your coworkers thinking at this time, may I ask?”

“I am bound to certain NDA’s, I would like to point out. But we are not panicking. We think he is hurt, yes, but we think we know where he is. He’s a bit like a cat, I think. He comes and goes, we honestly thought he was back already and no one had noticed because he was in the orphanage somewhere or at his favourite play place: the tree he was found under.” Akabane said.

“I see.” Igarashi said.

“We have been accused of child neglect because of our disgraceful wait. We don’t involve the police until we, ourselves, had looked for him both in the orphanage and in the part of the forest that he knew he frequented the most.” Akabane said. “It isn’t until we can’t find him that we realise, we need more manpower. Yes, it is like him to not listen to us or hide but this, we finally began to realise, was different.”

Spectre hummed. He’d never actually been told how long they waited for them to look for him. He wondered who eventually got the alarm to raise. He wished Akabane had mentioned that. Maybe it was her, maybe it was another child from the orphanage. Who knows.

“Police arrive quite swiftly. They scour the surrounds, the orphanage, they ask around for witnesses but the head matron at the orphanage is taken for questioning. More often than not, children are harmed by those closest to them so she is interviewed but nothing comes of it. No abuse allegations arise, the story is consistent amongst both staff and the children: this boy is a chronic runaway. So police concur with the conclusion that the orphanage had come to this instance: Morishita Shinobu had run away.”

“It's very scary to remember. I really admired the head of the orphanage. I was terrified that perhaps something had happened to Shinobu-kun and…” Akabane murmured.

“And there had been. Police continued to develop and investigate a theory that Shinobu had run away and gotten into trouble. What that trouble looked like was undetermined but as no suspicious persons had come forward, no witnesses had come forward saying there had been any unusual happenstance, and so forth. So the process of elimination continued on, Occam’s Razor prevailed.

“They decided this child must have gotten into a misadventure. He had broken his arm or his leg, he had hit his head, he was dehydrated or starving. Any number of these things could be applied to him and he had found some gully or ditch to hide in and two weeks later, it was decided that this hypothetical was reality. They had expended what manpower they could, the tip line dried up, and the orphanage was investigated for other reasons. They decided that Morishita Shinobu had perished due to the elements, he was dead by misadventure, body not found. A death certificate was issued.”

“Those two weeks. They were agonising. We wanted to find him, if only to give him a proper burial and ceremony.” Akabane said. “We were so certain that he was dead. He should have been, already, because he had survived the harsh conditions of the wilderness once as an infant, perhaps his luck ran out. We were investigated for our care of other children but… They said some very awful things. They were glad the bully was gone. They said lovely things about our care and management of the place and were certain it was finally going to get better now that the quote-unquote ‘freak’ was gone.”

“But he wasn’t.” Igarashi quietly said.

“He wasn’t.” Akabane replied.

Their sadness was palpable but Spectre was reeling with laughter. Freak! Freak he was a freak to the other children, they were glad he was gone! He had always thought as such. And yet here these adults were, miserating over how cruel children could be and the fact that his presumed death had mattered so little to them.

But he wasn’t. He still wasn’t. He was alive and well.

“He was found in a hospital, six months later. This is part of the NDA. I will talk around it as politely and distantly as I can but Morishita Shinobu-kun, he was still alive and he had been taken to a hospital because of, um, erm… A team of good samaritans. He was still sound of mind so when they asked who he was, where he was from, he replied obediently and we were contacted. Of course, there were problems. He was legally dead but some even thought maybe he was lying…? He was trying to take the dead boy’s identity for some reason but I don’t know. Can a six year old do that?”

“It happened in two different occasions in America, a child under the age of ten has tried to assume the identity of dead or missing children.” Igarashi very helpfully piped up.

“Oh, okay, then it isn’t out of the realm of possibility then. I work with children but couldn’t tell you if they would be so scheming, conniving or otherwise.” Akabane murmured. “Used to work with children, I mean.”

“So Morishita Shinobu-kun, he is found in a hospital, he is taken home to you guys and he goes missing again. Three days later after being returned to your care.” Igarashi said.

“Yes.” Akabane confirmed.

Three days…? Spectre felt it was simultaneously longer and shorter than that. He loved the Incident but he hated the aftermath. He had hit and kicked and punched and even bit the “good samaritan” who had “rescued” him from captivity. He wanted so badly to stay. He didn’t want to go back and he sure as hell did not want to go to a hospital.

It was at the hospital where the worst of the abuse he felt he endured occurred. He was talked over, spoken about like he wasn’t even in the room, and invasively touched to make sure he was “okay”. That he was all in one piece, if they were convinced his mind wasn’t. He hated how the doctors and nurses refused to believe him when he said he had enjoyed it, that he had had fun. They were disguised with him and so was Akabane.

She was the one the orphanage had sent to collect him. He had been excited to see her at first. She had always tried, after all. He remembered that and she had admitted it in this audio recording. Spectre had been wildly hopeful that finally, they would connect. That she would get it.

She didn’t.

She had even hit him - impulsively - when he got too excited, too scary about this awful, terrifying thing that he had been put through and had put the orphanage through by disappearing.

That was the only time she had ever struck a child and that was the only time he had ever been struck by an adult. That’s how Spectre knew it was serious that he shut up and run away. He wasn’t going to get anywhere fast with what he wanted if he stayed. He wanted his Mother.

Of course, unsurprisingly, Akabane was not going to confess to hitting a child in her care. They moved on and Spectre moved on with them. He kept listening, his attention was rapt, he couldn’t lie.

“So the orphanage takes Morishita Shinobu-kun back to the orphanage where he becomes even more isolated than before. The children who had been glad to hear he was gone, were not thrilled he was back. His six months are unknown.”

“Even to us.” Akabane added.

“And then he disappears again. For good this time.”

“Correct.” Akabane confirmed.

“For those three days at the orphanage, what were they like?” Igarashi asked.

“Difficult. He was even more unsettled than before, the children were unwelcoming. Getting him to meal times was a struggle, he ate in his bed more often than not. Then he disappears.” Akabane said.

“How did that happen? Were you guys not watching him? Or did he escape?” Igarashi asked.

“We were lax. I will admit. He was shutting down so we thought it was fine to give him some space. Presumably… Presumably-” Akabane’s voice cracked and Spectre was certain he knew what she was thinking right now. “He had been through a lot and needed to process. Once again, we thought he would be back straight away. Where else did he have to go? It's a bit like the boy who cried wolf. When we contacted the police that he was gone, they mockingly asked us if we had waited seventy-two hours again before ringing.”

“...Did you?” Igarashi asked.

“No. I think it was only three hours this time. We wanted him back straight away. Even though he were certain where he would be, at his favourite play place, he wasn’t there.” Akabane said.

“How long did this investigation go on for? Two weeks again?” Igarashi said.

“A month.” Akabane said. “But once again, there were no witnesses, no reports of suspicious people or vehicles. He just disappeared. Police tried harder this time with a foul play route but once again, with his history, it just seemed so much more likely that he had succumbed to the elements somewhere. That he was trying to stay hidden, he had run away for real.”

“You mentioned he was smart, do you think he would be smart enough to evade fully grown adult police? To live off the land or find somewhere else to live?” Igarashi asked, she sounded incredulous.

The answer, Spectre knew, was no. He was not smart enough to do that on purpose. He was just lucky. He was smart enough to travel only by dark, yes, and how to start a fire to stay warm but he hadn’t been smart enough to bring more than the clothes on his back. Then again, it was an impulsive thing. If his Mother Tree wasn’t there for him, then maybe the Incident would be and he had been right.

Ryoken had found him. A suspicious person, perhaps, but as an eight year old? Not really. Two boys alone in a storm, out having fun splashing in puddles as they walked home. Not an overly concerning scene.

“No. He was only six.” Akabane said. “I think this time, he got into the trouble we had initially thought he would. He broke his arm or maybe a leg, he found some hidey-hole and he is still there to this day, I imagine. I think we will find him again one day, but I may not be alive to see that day but I do think, one day, he will be found.”

“I hope so, too.” Igarashi said.

Spectre glanced at the current timestamp. There wasn’t actually much left of the podcast episode, he realised from it.

“That’s a beautiful thought, Akabane-san.” Igarashi continued. “But as you can imagine. A disappearance of a small child, even one who was reportedly a bully, is enough to stir the imagination and denial. There are alternative theories as to what happened. Are you aware of them?”

“I am but I am confident in the report that was given at the end of this ordeal. The orphanage, the coroner, and the police all agree that Morishita Shinobu-kun is dead. May he rest in peace.” Akabane said, her voice was decisive.

“You don’t even want to give yourself the hope that he’s alive?” Igarashi asked.

“This case is resolved as far as I am concerned. I was hoping to dispel rumours.” Akabane confirmed.

“Fair enough.” Igarashi hummed. “But I do have some audience participation questions I would like to ask on their behalf. Is it okay if I ask them? Just three.”

“Yes, that’s fine.” Akabane replied.

“Question one, what was the aftermath of his second disappearance like? I’m kind of bundling another question in here but if you like, did he get another funeral? Was there even a first funeral?” Igarashi asked.

“There were two funerals. One more serious than the other, as you would imagine. The second time he went missing, there was a naive air of children thinking he would be back. Again.” Akabana began to explain.

Igarashi hummed, “I see.” she added.

“The original cohort who had been there when he went missing the first time had already begun to phase out so there were a lot of children who barely knew him. They were more respectful than those who had either been bullied by him or had bullied him but it was still quite strange. Especially since some children had already been familiar with death thanks to their own circumstances, so they disagreed with being dragged into even more of it through Shinobu-kun.

“I’m glad they happened though,” Akabane said, “but I won’t lie. If we could have a third funeral with his remains, have them cremated and properly interred, that would mean a lot to me.”

“I’m sure it would.” Igarashi nodded. “Sounds complicated, I can’t imagine having to wrangle so many mixed opinions belonging to children. Death is hard to grapple with and process at any age but especially when it's under such odd circumstances like Shinobu-kun’s, and with prior trauma from their own circumstances.”

“Indeed.” Akabane murmured.

Spectre could imagine it, however. The orphanage’s mess hall, his picture up and incense lit for him at one end of the table, all the placements set and filled. Everyone wearing black but the grandiosity of the occasion of a funeral’s wake was lost on all the children.

“Question two, I know you said you do not believe he is alive but there is a prevailing theory that if he is alive, then he was involved with the Incident from last year involving the Link VRAINS. This is, admittedly, a far-fetched theory but it is mentioned here and there online so I would like to bring it up due to its popularity as a wild card theory.” Igarashi began to give context to her question, cuing it up.

Spectre was actually aware of this theory. It amused him on account of being so close to being so right. They actually posted here and there about it in an effort to cook up as much doubt on it as possible. The crazy theory only the real weirdo conspiracy theorists would believe in an effort to discredit it since it was real and true. Perhaps SOL Tech might have to do more clean-up since it was apparently going mainstream, if only as a pet to laugh at like it sort of seemed here in Igarashi’s words as she finally got to her point.

“Previous Security Manager Kitamura Daigo-san encountered one of the cyber terrorists involved with the Tower of Hanoi Incident and some people have noticed a startling likeness between this man and Morishita Shinobu-kun. He does somewhat match a few interpretations of Shinobu-kun’s aged forward likenesses the police have matched over the years. Do you have a take on that?” Igarashi asked.

“Coincidence. Seeing connections where there aren’t any. The Link VRAINS uses user generated avatars, there is a slim possibility that a criminal at large designed his avatar using Shinobu-kun’s age progressed portraits as inspiration but I think it is coincidence at best.” Akabane said. “Portraits the orphanage have never endorsed, I would like to point out. The police are keeping that lead open purely because of public speculation. They, like us, still believe he is dead.”

Spectre chuckled to himself. It was this rough, barky chuckle at the bottom of his throat. Akabane was hilarious. She really, truly had no idea. That was good for them, the Knights of Hanoi, he supposed. But this question time, it was really good! He was enjoying it.

Then the tone of voice changed. The final question. Igarashi, the hostess, spoke up once more. She got serious.

“Alright, well, this is from me rather than my audience, but for the third and final question of the episode: if there was one last thing that you could tell him, dead or alive, what would it be?” Igarashi asked.

“I would want to tell him I’m sorry.” Akabane said and her voice cracked. Spectre could practically hear the tears streaming down her face as she remained composed enough to continue her interview. “I tried my best but I do not believe I did my best for you.”

Spectre choked on his breath. The reaction was involuntary. One minute, he had been laughing. The next, he was crying. He was sobbing, he tried his best to withhold a noise from his mouth but it was impossible. He felt like a child, trying to curl up into a foetal position, trying to curl up into a lap to be consoled but he was alone. Just himself and the ghost of Akabane's words. He felt a fat, swollen tear streak down the side of his face so he buried himself in his pillow. The earphone fell out of place but that made Akabane’s sorrow and regret all the more genuine to Spectre. It wrenched deep in his heart, in his soul…

“I had the most responsibility over you, being the one to find you. I’m sorry I lost you, again and again. I should have been the one to keep finding you. I wish I could have given you that love you wanted but I could not give due to my duties. I regret that very much. You were so smart and troublesome, yes, but I find it more endearing now than at the time. I’m sorry, I wish you could have lived well.” Akabane said.

Her speech was eloquent. Her words were as soft and sweet as honey dripping off a dipper. She was just choked up enough so the audience, the listeners, could hear her tears without being a garbled mess. It was clear to Spectre that she had rehearsed this speech, that she had held onto it so tightly, crafting it over the years just for this opportunity.

It was selfish. It was mostly for her.

So that she, too, could become a victim of this case. A martyr, also. The sweet, kind orphanage worker who had done her best but her best wasn’t enough in the face of such strange and mysterious circumstances.

Spectre felt his blood pressure go up. He was revolted. He was consoled. He had always felt like a ghost but this... This was completely different. He was listening to his own eulogy. It wasn't even a simile, that is exactly what it was.

“That was… That was, wow. My breath has been taken away, that was very beautiful, Akabane-san. Thank you for sharing that with us.” Igarashi said. “Thank you for asking to come on my show at all. I appreciate it.”

“I appreciate you providing a space for me to talk about these things. They have weighed heavy on my shoulders for the past eleven years. Perhaps, I can move forward now with this finally behind me. I’ve said my peace. I simply hope I’ve put this case to rest, as much as I can.” Akabane said, her breath was shaky.

“I think you have.” Igarashi consoled her.

There was a chime and that was the audio cue for Spectre to realise that Igarashi was all alone. Closing remarks ensued. Just a quick rehash of his sob story and thank yous to the audience for listening, credits for the music and sound editing, and so forth. Spectre paused it before the timestamp could complete and the next episode could roll on.

Spectre pulled himself up and he was trembling. He felt weak in his arms but heavy in his legs. His cheeks were wet but drying from the tears that he had cried. He had been fine until… until that last reply to the final question.

The host wasn’t wrong. Akabane’s words were beautiful. They had been perfectly chosen to convey these feelings of dredged up turmoil, of her failure and her regret and it was cathartic to hear that she had failed him. That she hadn’t tried her best. That she still cared for him, even though he had been a painful, difficult child.

And yet it was a spit in the face in the very same breath.

Where to next now? Spectre asked himself. He was half glad that Akabane’s words had reached the very person whom she was talking to but it's not like he could tell her that they had. That they had moved him.

Well, where to next was… Spectre had better return Kyoko’s MP4 to her. He could do that, at the very least. His nose wrinkled. Kyoko likely didn’t realise it but she and Akabane were quite similar. Both red-heads and he was in both their care. At one time or another. That amused him.

He was glad that he had listened to it. His head throbbed and his heart hurt but it was worth it to open these old wounds, Spectre felt.

Yes, listening to this podcast was akin to opening Pandora’s box but the thing which remained in her box, after all the monsters and horrors were released, was hope. Spectre could take some pleasure, not a lot, in knowing he was alive and he was living well, just like Akabane wished. He had simply been found by who was meant to find him.

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HPMA; Dawncey ficlets, part 3

Dawn and Quincey play Never Have I Ever, in a storm.

This is just a collection of fanfic tropes and an examination into how the rituals are intricate they’re so intricate!!! It turned out to be a little longer than the others, enjoy!

Words: 3k

Warnings: Gross facts are shared

MCs included:

Dawn Harvelle by @potionboy3

Brief mentions:

Rosa Yaxley by @potionboy3

Pandora Lovelace by @gcldensnitch

Rocky Weasley by @magicallymalted

Beginning ｜ Previous Chapter｜ Next Chapter

September 9th, 2012

Despite the ominous storm clouds in the horizon, Quincey decided to head to the Quidditch pitch early Sunday morning to get some practice in before the season began. As a muggle born, and a public figure at that, he wasn’t exactly able to keep practicing during the summer, unlike some of his teammates. It wasn’t raining yet when he made it to the pitch and the temperature was mild. He got into his practice gear in the locker room and grabbed the chest of supplies. Before releasing the Snitch though, he just flew a few rounds, relishing the feeling. Quidditch was one of the best aspects of Hogwarts, and he vastly preferred it to his muggle sport of choice: polo. His father, ever the horseman of the family, had insisted on some sort of equestrian hobby for Quincey so there hadn’t been much discussion on the matter. Quincey didn’t mind riding and he liked horses, spending many hours in the family’s stables whenever he was at home, but it bothered him that he hadn’t chosen it for himself. He had chosen Quidditch. And everything else at Hogwarts. It all felt more his because it hadn’t come from his parents. He suspected that’s why his sister had chosen to leave the country and go to Beauxbatons for her magical schooling.

After an hour of rigorous exercise, Quincey felt the first raindrops on his face and landed, depositing the Snitch back to its socket in the equipment box. He was about to carry it inside, when he saw someone standing by the edge of the pitch. He was beginning to think Dawn was stalking him.

“Hello, Dawn,” he said.

“Hi.”

Quincey ran a hand through his windswept hair. “I was just about to wrap up.”

“I see you had the same idea as me, then, starting early,” said the Gryffindor.

“Yes well, early birds, and all.”

“And the fact that you weren’t able to practice all summer?”

Quincey nodded.

“Me neither, muggle neighbourhood, you see.”

“Mmh.”

“Makes me work twice as hard during the school year, though.”

“Seems to have worked out for you,” said Quincey, referring to the Gryffindor victory last year. He wasn’t feeling bitter about it, not at all.

“Well, wizards are lazy,” Dawn mused, repeating his point from their previous discussion.

“I assume I don’t have to take this back?” Quincey asked, pointing at the supply chest.

“I can take it off your hands.”

“They’re saying it’s going to thunder.”

“I’m not made of sugar,” Dawn stated. He didn’t say it, but the implication was there; that Quincey certainly was.

“Neither am I,” said Quincey.

“Really?” Dawn asked, always with the tone of mockery. “You seem pretty sweet to me.”

That was not the insult Quincey was expecting. He tilted his head slightly to the right. “Hm?”

"I meant that as in… soft and–,” Dawn paused, seemingly backpedaling on his train of thought. “No, I mean, you know, I mean soft as in not ass-kickingly bad-ass... and sweet in the same way.”

Quincey had to look down and hide his lips in order to hide his smile. “Alright, Dawn.”

That’s when the first crackle of thunder boomed somewhere.

“Oh, for cock’s sake!” Dawn swore.

“Could be dangerous,” Quincey said. “Flying in a thunderstorm. People have died.”

“Looks like you get to drag that back to the shed after all,” Dawn said, eyeing the chest.

“Well now you may as well give me a hand since you came all this way,” said Quincey. He didn’t know why he said it. Or more accurately, he knew but didn’t want to think about the further implications.

Dawn scoffed. “Unbelievable, you managed to get it here alone.” He grabbed one of the handles anyway, while Quincey took the other, and added: “Did you injure your wrist while flying, princess?”

Quincey shook his head and deadpanned: “Oh yes, I’m in agony.”

“You can’t be that out of practice, don’t you ride horses all summer?”

“Horses are very different from brooms.”

“Couldn’t say, I’ve never ridden a horse,” said Dawn, though Quincey was fairly certain it didn’t require actual riding experience to realize that the two had their differences.

“I'm not the best rider in the family,” he just said. “My father's the Olympic medalist."

“Somehow that makes me like you even less,” Dawn retorted.

“Why, may I ask?”

“Because you people get the best horses and equipment handed to you, then someone else trains the said best horse and you can just pick and choose and have people basically pay you to show off the equipment,” explained Dawn and Quincey knew he had a point. Would his father have won any medals at all if he had been born just a regular person, without the ability to pay for riding lessons?

“I know.”

“Quite the head start, don’t you think?”

“Believe it or not,” said Quincey, growing ever more anxious about the conversation. “I’m aware.”

The boys reached the shed. Dawn looked at Quincey as if he didn’t believe a word that came out of his mouth. He didn’t know how to explain to him that his life wasn’t all sunshine and butterflies all the time without sounding like a pompous ass.

“Thank you for the help,” he said.

“Always happy to educate blond rich boys,” offered Dawn, with a smirk.

“I meant the chest but have it your way,” said Quincey. Christ, he was so infuriating.

“Always happy to help damsels in distress,” Dawn corrected himself.

Quincey felt like blushing but composed himself quickly, countering: “And they say chivalry is dead.”

They lifted the chest to its rightful place on the shelf, just as the thunder rumbled ever closer, followed by a flash of lighting.

“The cards did warn me not to go outside today,” mused Dawn. He peaked outside the door. And Quincey didn’t have to look to hear the rain had begun to fall with abandon.

“The cards?”

“My tarot,” replied Dawn, like Quincey had been supposed to know. “We’re going to die.”

Quincey joined him by the door. The storm had picked up in a matter of minutes. “We could wait it out,” he observed.

“They would blame me for your murder if you got hit by lighting or something.”

“Thank you for your concern.”

Dawn laughed. “I’m your regular knight in shining armour!”

Quincey turned away from the door to hide his smile. “I’m sure it won’t last long.”

Dawn closed the door and sat on a bench. “You’re kind of disgusting, you know?”

“Excuse me?” asked Quincey.

“Sweaty from your practice, and now soaked, too.”

Quincey glanced down at his attire. He wasn’t wrong. Quincey wanted to groan. “Hm,” he said instead.

“I’m surprised you look half-decent, actually.”

Quincey looked up at him, raising an eyebrow. “That’s high praise, coming from you.”

He sat down on a bench, opposite to Dawn’s. The shed was really not a shed, but more like an extra locker room converted into a storage room.

“I’m going to send a tip to Teen Now,” Dawn continued. “Spotted: Prince Quentin, looking half-decent!”

Quincey laughed. “At a magic school,” he added.

“And sweaty.”

“Well, that can’t be helped, right now.”

“I don’t mind.”

“So glad you approve, again.”

After about five minutes, Quincey was already at his limit. Dawn, it seemed, was unable to sit still for more than about thirty seconds and was now restlessly tapping his feet against the floor and cracking his joints. Quincey let out a pained sigh. “Must you?”

“What?”

Quincey pointed at his general direction.

“Exist? No, I don’t think I’d stop doing that for you.”

“Cracking joints can lead to arthritis.”

Dawn looked doubtful. “Are you a doctor now?”

“I cracked my joints a lot when I was a kid, and I was told.”

“I think that’s just one of those things they tell children but isn’t really true,” said Dawn. Quincey shrugged.

“Well sounds gross anyway,” Dawn continued. “What other gross facts do you know?”

“Uh,” Quincey thought for a moment and remembered another admonishment from his childhood. “You’re not supposed to sleep in the same bed as your pets because they can give you parasites.”

Dawn sat up and seemed excited, suddenly. “I’ve heard about the thing where you eat and swallow your own nails.”

“Some people have this thing called the Rapunzel Syndrome where they compulsively eat their own hair,” Quincey knew to say.

“Oh, that’s gross,” said Dawn and looked at him. Quincey didn’t know if he expected him to say something else and when he didn’t break eye contact, it was Quincey who looked away.

“It's also gross when people are obsessed with touching their eyes,” Dawn continued.

“Yeah, that’s gross,” agreed Quincey.

“Super gross.”

“Yeah.”

Dawn started to bounce his leg again and Quincey got up to look out the window.

“Looking any better?”

“Worse.”

Dawn sighed. “We should play something!”

“Like what?” asked Quincey, turning to face him.

“Two Truhts and a Lie, Never Have I Ever, or… Truth and... Truth?”

This was such a bad idea; Quincey could feel it in the pit of his stomach. Still, he said: “Alright.”

“Well, we don’t have anything to drink, so I guess it leaves out Never Have I Ever…” Dawn mused. “Oh, unless we play for push-ups!”

“Christ.”

“You in?”

“Alright, fine, I’m in.”

A few moments later they were back sat across from each other. Dawn had insisted on starting.

“Never have I ever been to a fancy ball,” he declared, victoriously.

“Oh, fuck you,” Quincey protested. That was a low hanging fruit. “How many?”

“One, that was a boring one.”

Dutifully, Quincey got on the floor and did a push-up, afterwards sitting on the floor cross-legged. “My turn; never have I ever had my permanent residence be anywhere but castles.”

Dawn rolled his eyes. “Oh, did I forget to mention my address? It’s called Castle No White Boys.”

“Get down here,” ordered Quincey.

Dawn did his push-up and then said with much bravado: “Never have I ever kissed a celebrity.”

Quincey didn’t say anything and did two.

“That’s worth at least three!” Dawn demanded.

Quincey obliged. This was so stupid.

“Never have I ever cooked my own meals,” he said after.

“Is the point of this game to make me punch you?” asked Dawn. He did only one and Quincey didn’t argue since it was a rather boring one.

“Never have I ever owned anything Gucci,” Dawn smirked.

“You get just one for that, too,” Quincey said.

They shot challenges back and forth for a while, intent on trying to hit the other with something surefire. Quincey had been so sure Dawn had a tattoo and Dawn was convinced Quincey had gotten someone pregnant and he had to stifle a laugh. Not bloody likely.

“Aw, I wanted to sell that rumour to the tabloids and become rich,” he complained.

“I’m sure you can find other dirt on me.”

“Can you send me your nudes?” asked Dawn.

“Oh, absolutely not,” Quincey said, and he was mad that his face probably betrayed his shock. “There’s not a single person on this planet I trust enough to do that, least of all you.”

“Boo, you’re such a bore.”

“Never have I ever hooked up in a broom closet,” Quincey said, to change the subject. He regretted it immediately.

“Really? Never?” asked Dawn.

“No.”

“That’s so tragic,” Dawn crooned. “How many?”

“Ten, if you can.”

“Ha, I’m not sure if I should be more insulted by the number or that you think I can’t do it,” the boy said, and took his shirt off before getting to work. Quincey looked away. This was a bad, bad idea.

“So, you’re some sort of saint, then?” asked Dawn, when he was done.

“Not exactly, just… no broom closets.”

“Good,” said Dawn. “Then I still stand a chance of winning.”

“We’ll see.”

“Never have I ever been paired up with anyone by my parents.”

Dammit. Quincey took a breath and said: “Oh they've tried with so many different high society girls. God forbid I marry a commoner, you know.”

His mother, in particular, was adamant on finding the right girl for him to date and hopefully eventually marry. Although she did have a list of acceptable girls to date, in case one wouldn’t lead to a marriage.

“Although once there was an American heiress who my mother really liked,” he continued. “That would've been a scandal because no one in my immediate family tree has ever married an American.”

“Mate, you’re sixteen,” Dawn said. He seemed genuinely disgusted.

“I know, it’s a whole thing., Quincey agreed. “They’re not expecting me to get married tomorrow, they’re just laying down the groundwork.”

“Ew, that's so odd,” Dawn replied. “My parents never do that, in fact, my dad and Pandora joked just last summer what the hell she's doing hanging around with me when she's so nice and clever and she could do better.”

“At least people don’t betroth their babies anymore.”

“Tell me about it,” agreed Dawn. “Who wants to get married because of some obligation, anyway?”

“I don’t.”

“Are you still going to?” Dawn asked. The hint of mockery in his tone wasn’t there anymore.

“No,” Quincey admitted. And he realized he meant it. “Absolutely not.”

“Do your parents know?”

Quincey shook his head. “No, and they’re not going to like it.”

Dawn looked thoughtful for a brief moment, and then said: “Okay, well, give me the best you’ve got.”

“My best? Do you want to be here all day?”

“Very funny Your Highness,” he laughed. “Do ten.”

Not one to be upstaged, Quincey stripped down of his drenched Quidditch sweater as well. If he had other reasons for doing it, that was nobody’s business but his own. Once he was done, he was starting to feel a little tired. From training earlier and from this stupid game.

“Your form is better than mine,” Dawn said casually.

Quincey looked at him. “It is? I hadn’t noticed.” He may have noticed.

“It is,” admitted Dawn. “I don’t know how to keep mine.”

Quincey wasn’t entirely sure what he was after. He considered it for a moment and then said: “Alright, well, show me.”

Dawn looked at him quizzically but eventually nodded and did a few more push-ups. Quincey observed his movements.

“Just, uh,” Quincey began when Dawn was done, and looking at him expectantly. Fuck his entire stupid goddamn life. “Can I, like…?” he motioned with his hand to indicate that it’d be easier for him to fix his position… manually.

“Okay?” Dawn said, slightly confused but took the position again. Quincey moved to carefully reposition his arms slightly farther apart. Then he placed his palm on Dawn’s back to straighten his form. Suddenly, Dawn yelped and lost his balance, tumbling on the floor flat on his stomach.

“Christ, sorry!” Quincey said. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” Dawn said with a hint of embarrassment in his voice. “I’m fine, I just lost focus for a second there.” The boy sat up and rubbed the back of his head awkwardly.

“Maybe I’m not the best teacher material.”

“Aw, so you’re not going to renounce your title and become a personal trainer for some Bristol boy?”

Quincey wanted to sink into the floor. “Cute earring,” he said instead. Dawn had some sort of crystal earring in his left ear. It was dangly. Quincey thought it looked nice.

“Thanks, it’s my mum’s,” Dawn said. “Where’s yours?”

Quincey touched his own ear and realized he’d forgotten to put his back in. “Oh, I don’t really wear it at home so I… forgot.”

“My dad hates mine.”

“Yeah, my parents had some choice words for me too, when I first showed up with it,” said Quincey.

“Well,” started Dawn. “It’s quartz, it’s a healing crystal, you know?”

Quincey nodded.

“He doesn’t really believe in that sort of thing. I’m pretty sure he still thinks Hogwarts is an elaborate prank I’m pulling.”

“My parents despise magic,” Quincey said.

“Dad doesn’t despise it, he just doesn’t understand it,” Dawn continued. “But I imagine it’s probably different for you.”

“You get used to it.”

“You shouldn’t have to,” said Dawn, suddenly very serious.

“It’s fine, really, I–,”

Dawn interrupted him, before he could finish his sentence: “It sounds like bullshit to me. You should be able to be whoever you want, and if they decided to have you, then they should accept you as you are.”

Dawn looked at him and Quincey could swear there was a fire in his eyes just like the one sometimes right before a Quidditch match.

“I…” he started. He had no idea what to say. They’d never talked like this before. Not about anything real, anyway.

Dawn leaned back slightly. “Sorry,” he muttered, embarrassed. “I get a bit carried away…”

“Don’t apologize,” said Quincey. He wanted so badly for what Dawn had said to be true, for his parents to realize it too. Dawn looked at him and he looked back. Quincey wanted other things too, chief among them to grab Dawn’s face and kiss him until he ran out of breath. Suddenly there was a loud crack and a flash of lightning outside the window. Both boys jumped, pulling away from the moment like it had never existed.

“I thought it was passing!” said Dawn.

“Me too, I nearly had a heart attack.”

“I told you not to die when there are no other witnesses than me.”

Quincey scrolled his eyes and peered through the rain splattered window. It did look like the storm was passing over Hogwarts. The booms of thunder were receding, too.

“Should we make a run for it?”

“While it’s right on top of us?” asked Dawn.

“It’s moving west.”

“How very Lord of the Rings from it,” Dawn muttered. “Anyway, lightning doesn’t strike anywhere twice.”

They both pulled their shirts back on and went to the door. Dawn opened it. It was still raining heavily, but Quincey had the feeling that the both of them wanted, urgently, to be elsewhere. He had known this was a bad idea.

“Race you to the castle!” Dawn yelled and sprinted off into the rain.

“Hey–,” Quincey called and chased after him.

Dawn beat him to the castle easily and gave him a victorious smirk when he made it, feeling like a wet rat. Based on Dawn’s laugh, he also looked like a wet rat.

“We made it,” Dawn said.

“And I didn’t die,” Quincey agreed. “I call that a good day.”

“It’s probably not even midday.”

“No, probably not.”

“Well, I have to go meet up with Rocky who stood me up to carry around Rosa’s books, or something.”

“He must be glad of it now,” Quincey said and glanced back at the rain.

Dawn shrugged, his face unreadable. Quincey decided not to question it.

“Well, you better go find him, I’ll see you around.”

“Bye, Your Highness!” Dawn said and disappeared down the corridor. Quincey brushed wet hair out of his face and wanted to scream. He didn’t. Instead, he headed towards the showers.

#hpma fic #dawncey #dawn harvelle #quincey alderly #*mine #*my writing

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Troll Food- Bilbo Baggins x OC

Bilbo Baggins x Pandora Pott

Description: When Pandora notices that Bilbo had been missing for a worrying amount of time, she (and the rest of the Company) find themselves in the hands of some hungry trolls.

Word Count: 2.2k

The Company sat around the fire comfortably eating Bombur’s soup. Pandora stirred hers in her bowl idly as her eyes trailed over each member. Her brows furrowed when she realized that there were three missing. After taking a moment to do a headcount, she came to the conclusion that it was Fili, Kili and Bilbo. Fili and Kili were supposed to be watching the ponies so she had no reason to worry about them, but Bilbo had been gone a considerably long time since Bofur instructed him to take soup to the brothers.

“Has anyone seen Bilbo recently?” She eventually spoke up, catching a few others’ attention. Sienna shrugged as she took another bite of her food.

“Probably keeping the Princes company.”

“No doubt they’ve roped him into something,” Gemma half joked from beside her, earning a nod from the others. Pandora considered their words, but something still felt off. After a moment of internal debate, she finally stood and set her bowl down.

“I’m going to check on them,” she informed them simply before making her way to where the ponies were. She paused upon reaching the horses. There were some missing, and so were Kili, Fili and Bilbo. After inspecting the scene, she realized that some of the surrounding trees had been uprooted. Most likely by something bigger than even an elf. Then, she heard voices. They were very faint, but she was able to recognize Kili’s voice. As she got closer to them, she saw what seemed to be a large campfire. Fili, Kili and Bilbo were standing just out of view of whoever sat by the fire.

“Mountain trolls are slow and stupid, and you’re so small,” Kili muttered just loud enough for the four of them to hear. Though, it was most likely that the boys hadn’t been made aware of the fairy’s presence because they didn’t face her. Bilbo’s head snapped towards the younger dwarf, and Pandora could tell that his eyes were wide in bewilderment.

“Me?” He questioned, sounding rather panicked as he shook his head vigorously. “Me? No, no, no.”

“It’s perfectly safe!” Kili reassured him. Pandora decided it was time to make her presence known as her curiosity got the better of her, and she moved closer to them.

“What is going on here?” She questioned, which made all three of them jump out of their own skins and whip around to face her. Rather than say anything, the girl simply crossed her arms and raised a curious eyebrow at them.

“Pandora,” Bilbo greeted, maybe a little too loud. “It’s, uh...well you see-”

“Mountain trolls took Myrtle and Misty and it looks like they plan on eating them,” Kili explained without a second thought, making Bilbo glare at him.

“We’re trying to figure out how to get them without the trolls noticing before our Uncle finds out,” Fili concluded, disregarding the still glaring hobbit. The fairy blinked at them, a blank look on her face, before stepping closer to get a good look at the trolls.

“Yeah, I reckon a hobbit would get past them easier.” Bilbo looked like he was ready to pass out from exasperation at her words.

“Why not a fairy?” He questioned, which made him look at him with a deadpan expression.

“You don’t think that a small ball of light would be a bit distracting?” She felt Kili perk behind her after she finished speaking.

“Distracting,” he repeated, deep in thought.

“What’re you thinking Ki?” Fili questioned. The other three stared at Kili curiously as he continued to ponder.

“Of course I don’t doubt our thief’s abilities, but maybe it would be easier for him if there were something distracting those trolls,” he ultimately responded. His brother seemed to understand his train of thought.

“And a small ball of light flying in front of them may just do the trick.” Kili almost looked proud about his idea.

“I don’t know you guys,” Bilbo trailed off anxiously, though he was now worried for Pandora’s safety over his own. “Is it safe?”

“Of course it is!” The younger Durin responded.

“We’ll be right behind you,” Fili added. “If you run into trouble, hoot twice like a barn owl, once like a brown owl.” The hobbit repeated his words then hesitated, but he couldn’t say anything before Pandora spoke up.

“We’ll be fine Bilbo,” she muttered, resting a comforting hand on his shoulder. “Just don’t hesitate like you’re doing right now and we’ll be good to go. Ready?”

“Well-” Bilbo was cut off by Pandora turned into a small ball of light with just one small twirl. She floated mid-air for a moment before finally floating towards the trolls.

The trolls’ conversation was rather boring to listen to. Two of them, William and Tom as Pandora learned, were complaining about the third troll, Bert’s cooking. Well, more accurately about how they’ve only eaten mutton for an undisclosed amount of time. Out of the corner of her eye, Pandora saw Bilbo beginning to sneak over. It was go time. She began to float around them, acting as a small flame that had gotten a little too close.

“Calm those flames Bert,” Tom complained, swatting a hand at Pandora. She just managed to move out of the way and float closer to Bert so she wouldn’t raise suspicions. The troll, however, disregarded his brother as he continued to cook.

“Ooh. That is perfectly balanced, that is. Wrap your loganbie around that, mate,” he said, shoving something into William’s mouth. “Huh! Good, ain’t it? That’s why I’m the cook.”

“Me guts are grumbling,” William mumbled. “I’ve got to snaffle something. Flesh. I need flesh!” Pandora was beginning to believe that her services weren’t needed, then Tom suddenly jumped up holding something in his hand.

“Aah! Blimey! Bert! Bert, look what’s coming out of me hooter! It’s got arms and legs and everything!” He exclaimed, holding out his hand. It was Bilbo!

“What are you then?” Bert questioned curiously, looking at Bilbo.

“I-I’m a burglar...uh, hobbit!” The boy responded anxiously.

“A burglar-hobbit?” Tom repeated, bringing the hobbit closer to him.

“Can we cook him?” William questioned.

“We can try!” The troll responded happily, only for Bert to shake his head.

“He wouldn’t make more than a mouthful, not when he’s skinned and boned!”

“Perhaps there are more burglar-hobbits ‘round these parts, might be enough for a pie,” William said optimistically, just in time for Bilbo to slip out of Tom’s hand. “Grab him!” Both Tom and William had a bit of a hard time grabbing him, but the latter was ultimately successful.

“Gotcha!” He exclaimed triumphantly. “Are there any more of you little fellas hiding where you shouldn’t?” Bilbo shook his head quickly.

“No!”

“He’s lying!” Tom yelled.

“I’m not,” the hobbit insisted. Pandora figured that it would be time to help, so she flew closer to William. She flew around his head enough times that he became dizzy.

“Oi! That flame’s back!” He yelled, attempting (and thankfully failing) to swat her away.

“That ain't no flame,” Bert said, waiting until the fairy made another round before bringing his hand down on her. It was a direct hit. Pandora gasped painfully as his hand came into contact with her and she hit a nearby rock before finally landing on the ground. That was definitely gonna leave her with a nasty headache. As she hit the ground she became normal sized and returned to normal. A small groan left her lips as she heard Tom speak.

“Look! It’s another burglar-hobbit!” She gasped once again as she was suddenly picked up by Bert, but didn’t have the strength to fight against his grip.

“No she isn’t,” Bilbo responded quickly. He was still attempting to wriggle out of William’s hand when Kili rushed in and slashed one of the troll’s legs, demanding that Bilbo and Pandora be let go. The troll simply tossed the hobbit to Kili, who caught him but ended up falling to the ground together. Pandora finally came to her senses as the rest of the Company appeared from seemingly nowhere.

“Dora!” Kili exclaimed, beginning to rush forward, only to be stopped by Throin’s hand on his shoulder.

“Lay down your arms, or we’ll rip hers off,” Bert demanded, squeezing the fairy a bit harder to add to the effect. Though hesitant, the dwarves did so after hearing her gasp in pain and William and Tom wasted no time in stuffing them into brown sacks with only their heads popping out. Pandora was the last to be placed in a bag before she was dropped onto the pile.

“Ow!”

“Sorry,” she responded apologetically.

“Might as well not bother cooking ‘em,” William muttered. Let’s just sit on ‘em and squash ‘em into jelly!” Bert disagreed, saying that they should be sauteed and grilled with a sprinkle of sage. Bilbo then managed to stand in his bag, saying that they were making a terrible mistake with their cooking.

The next few minutes felt like they went by in a blur as Bilbo attempted to stall the trolls from cooking the dwarves tied up to the log over the fire, telling them that the best way to eat them is skinned. When that didn’t work, he tried to convince them that the others were infected with parasites (heavily insulting Kili in the process and almost ruining the hobbit’s plan if it hadn’t been for both Thorin and Pandora simultaneously kicking him).

“What would you have us do then?” William questioned. “Let ‘em all go?”

“Well…” Bilbo trailed off, entertaining the idea. William wasn’t having it though.

“You think I don’t know what you’re up to. This little ferret is taking us for fools!”

“Ferret?” Bilbo questioned, sounding offended.

“Fools?” Bert repeated dumbly. Everyone looked up as a figure appeared on a large nearby boulder with what looked like a walking stick.

“The dawn will take you all!” A formidable voice called, effectively scaring Pandora.

“Who’s that?” William questioned.

“No idea,” Bert responded.

“Can we eat him too?” The last troll brother questioned eagerly. No one had the chance to respond before the figure lifted his walking stick and struck it against the very rock he stood upon. The ground rumbled just enough for the others to notice shortly before the boulder split in two, the smaller side giving way and falling, revealing the rising sun.

Without warning the trolls shouted in agony as they began turning to stone. Pandora used Kili to hide her face from the sight until the screaming subsided, then she looked up as the others began cheering. The figure stepped down from the boulder, revealing that it was Gandalf himself. It took no time at all to free everyone, and in an instant Bilbo was helping Pandora out of her bag. She offered him thanks before everyone decided to move on, not wanting to fall victim to any more nearby trolls (if there were any).

They didn’t stop to rest until that night. They set up camp as usual then made friendly conversation as they waited for Bombur and Bifur to make dinner. Bilbo had been sitting by himself at the fire, but stood when he noticed Pandora sitting just off to the side. He opted to take a seat beside her, instantly noticing the discomforted look on her face.

“Is something wrong?” He asked worriedly, receiving a small smile from the girl in response.

“Just a bit of pain from being hit into a rock then squeezed by a troll. You know how it goes,” she half joked, eliciting a laugh from the hobbit beside her.

“Have you seen Oin about it?” He questioned softly, receiving a nod from her.

“He gave me a muscle relaxing salve that Sienna kindly helped me apply. I’ll survive.” He nodded with a relieved smile.

“Good. I’m glad.” She hummed in response, then a comfortable silence settled over them. Bilbo’s gaze had been on the Company around him until he felt the fairy shift beside him.

“That was very smart, stalling those trolls. I admire your quick thinking,” she commented softly, which made him look at her. “If it hadn’t been for you then I daresay we would all be troll food.”

“I only wish that I had done it before you were hurt by them,” he responded with a sympathetic look, but she brushed it off.

“Fairies heal much quicker than any species in Middle Earth. I’ll be fine by tomorrow with Oin’s salve,” she reassured him, resting a hand over his. The hobbit visibly blushed at the action, which made her giggle.

He grinned at the magical sound then turned his hand over and grasped her hand. It was a nice feeling, and Pandora realized that she actually quite liked the feeling of her hand in his. She liked it even better when the hobbit moved closer to her and allowed her to cuddle into him. They’d been in this position many times over the course of the journey this far, but it never failed to make both of them flustered and happy all at the same time. Pandora had a feeling that they would be in that position many more times to come, and she wasn’t complaining.

#the hobbit #the hobbit imagine #the hobbit fanfiction #bilbo baggins #bilbo baggins imagine #bilbo x oc

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2 - 7 January '23 weeknotes

Monday 2 January

Chat with D about the state of the world. Flippantly, I say “I think we should shut the internet down”.

For the first and only time on the entire trip, D’s Siri pipes up. It says “Ah-huh sorry, I can’t do that.”

Despite our repeated “What the fuck?”s, it remains silent.

Tuesday 3 January

Transfer weeknotes into a google doc, starting from Jan. 103 pages.

Wednesday 4 January

Transfer weeknotes into HTML. Realise I have two more weeks to go before I reach 52, and a full year – not one, as I’d previously thought.

This is a problem with writing them in the Notes app. I only decided to number them well into the process of writing them. And the Notes app had a habit of bringing the most recently edited to the top, making the process of sequential numbering quite confusing. (They’ve changed this now). This is the second time I’ve realised I’ve numbered them wrongly – obviously I thought I’d fixed it the first time.

I enjoyed reading them back, actually. Which is good, because they were a present to me in the first place. It was a weird year. Just before Christmas I got the email from Bulb telling me they’re now Octopus. That email I didn't get to write. It really was a year of ‘wait and see’.

Thursday 5 January

“Order Confirmation for Death and bereavement special”

Such is the niche in which we find ourselves.

Friday 6 January

Interesting article about editing for AI, via Russell. Pragmatic, non-hysterical.

Such is the niche we don’t find ourselves in yet, but may do soon.

Started reading Pandora's Jar, by Natalie Haynes. I’m enjoying it. And way more than Mythos, by Stephen Fry, which actually I hated, and still haven’t finished. (In this, his humour often comes across as snide. But by the point of reading, I’d already read A Thousand Ships, The Women of Troy, Circe and The Song of Achilles, so was beyond the ‘Ohhhhh Greek Myths are so silly/weird!?!!’ stage. Although one thing it did reinforce was the crossovers between some Greek myths and the bible.)

Finally, head south to see the family for the night.

Saturday 7 January

Drive back in the furious rain. It’s so heavy and fast we can barely see the road. Finish listening to Born to Run, in the car, with J.

I have to sort my spine out. And maybe if I do that I could run in the mornings instead of walk. Prob's not 50+ miles though.

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bubblegumleander · 2 years

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Prompt: “I don’t usually get motion sick but – oh, I think I’m gonna puke.”

Series: The Media (family of troublemakers)

Chaos has to admit that they may have gone a bit too far.

The Peaceful Villains (as the media loves to dub them) had gotten the go ahead to attempt to steal from a few local banks. Of course, it’s all to keep the heroes away from a few labs on the edge of Peace City. Chaos has been asked to lead one of the smaller teams which would have himself, Pandora, and some newbie named Anubis. The kid seems excited about this and Chaos now wants to introduce him to Hermes; not because Chaos thinks that Hermes needs anymore friends but because the villain doesn’t like Necromancer.

Anyway, the fight was pretty normal with the Styx Tower coming down to fight them. Berserk and Chaos kept to the rooftops and fought there, though they were mostly making plans for the winter. They just found out about a week ago that Hermes never went ice skating and the two are planning on changing that. That’s when everything went too far.

Another villain came flying in and smacked into the building that Chaos and Berserk were standing on. Either know if the villain got out or even the hero for that matter since just a few seconds after, the hero went flying into the mess of beams and stone. Chaos was a bit too panicked to call on his powers at that moment. Only being able to stare at the ground that’s rushing towards him.

Something grabs his arm which makes him snap up in attention. Berserk had managed to grab a hold of his arm, moving Chaos just a bit closer. Though there’s actually no way to stop them from falling. Everyone else is far too busy and what Berserk could grab onto had been pushed too far away for him to reach. Chaos has to admit that they went too far this time.

“You made your will?” Chaos asks, earning himself a sharp laugh from the hero. “Don’t laugh, I mean it. Did you make your will?”

Berserk took a moment to look down before answering. “I did but I thought I was the only one to die.” He shrugs the best he could. “I left my apartment for Hermes, figured the kid can use the upgrade.”

Chaos huffs. “Kid has a bleeding heart; Necromancer would worm his way into that place as well.” The two are bitter about the vigilante, mostly because Hermes had built the strength to tell them about what happened; how he got his powers, how he felt tricked and lied to when his only friend handed him over to that villain. “I left the kid some money, just enough to keep him away from that family of his.”

That piece of information wasn’t something they were proud of. Going behind Hermes back and learning a few things about him; his real name, where he came from, all the important bits. Berserk stated that he’s a hero and shouldn’t have done that. Chaos just felt awful for the first time since becoming a villain.

“Not a bad idea.”

Chaos looks away from the hero; the surprise of a silver streak and the grow force of wind slips into something similar to pride. It’s always a sight to behold when the little speed demon comes onto the scene. The streak races up the broken pieces of the building before suddenly appearing just a bit above them; Hermes only gives them a quick glance down at them before suddenly being gone again. They stumble a bit once back on solid ground.

Berserk is crouching down with his head down and trying to stop the world spinning. While Chaos decided to just lay out like a starfish; they’re far enough away from the battle for no one to see them anyways. Hero and villain take this moment to catch their breath. Chaos looks to the side to see Hermes taking a seat on the floor, criss crossing his legs and seems to be swaying just a bit.

“You good, Hermes?” Berserk ask. At some point, the hero had taken his skull mask off but there’s still another mask blocking the world from knowing. Funny how much a single black mask can do to keep one safe. “You seem a bit green.”

Hermes waves the concern away. “I don’t usually get motion sickness but–” the cut off is sudden and Hermes is hopping up to his feet to move to a bin nearby. The two looks at one another while Hermes punk his guts up. The kid came stumbling back before crashing harshly against the ground next to Chaos. “I didn’t think I was gonna puke, haven’t had that happen in a long time.”

Yeah, things may have gone too far but the hero and villain know that their little vigilante would come running to help them.

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Prompt List

The Media (family of troublemakers)

<- Day Before | Next Day ->

#august writing challenge #original writing #original characters #the media (family of troublemakers)#heroes and villains

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clanwarrior-tumbly · 3 years

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Knight in Shining Red Armor | Dante + Child!Reader (DMC 4)

A/N: Hey so this is a rewrite of one of my first (and only) DMC fic from like...2016. This takes place post-DMC 4

You can read the og one on my DeviantArt! But if you're here for the new one then I hope ya'll enjoy!

Summary: Child!Reader was taken under Dante's wing after being saved from a demon invasion, but even years later he hesitates to tell them what he truly is, fearing they'll resent him for his demonic heritage.

............

"Hey, um..Dante?"

"What's up, kiddo?" The red-clad devil hunter asked, though he wasn't completely paying attention to you. Rather he was sitting at his desk, feet kicked up as he was flipping through a magazine.

Meanwhile you were roaming around the shop, stopping only to gaze at the massive curved sword with glowing gems hanging on the wall behind him. He mentioned claiming many weapons--"Devil Arms" as they were called--from defeated demons, but you were curious about their names.

"Just wondering..what's that sword behind you called?"

"The Sparda. It sealed the barrier between the Underworld and human world. Nero went through hell and back, quite literally, to return it to me, so don't even think about touching......it?"

Dante put the magazine down as he turned to see you holding the Sparda in your small hands. You smiled triumphantly, but stumbled a bit before the blade accidentally slammed into the wooden floor, making you wince.

"Oops."

Yet your little act amused him, as he chuckled and shook his head. "You're a little too young to go devil-hunting, I'm afraid. But maybe one day you will."

"And maybe you can help pay off Dante's debt, too." Trish lightly joked as she entered the room, taking the giant sword from you and putting it back on the wall.

Her words were responded by a groan from the male, who went back to reading.

"Whatcha reading?"

Dante slowly lowered the magazine to see you sitting on his desk, but he just snapped it shut and tossed it into the trash, out of your line of sight. "Nothing that eyes like yours gotta see."

"Okay....ooooooh, what's this briefcase?" Hopping off the desk, you ran over to Pandora and crouched down to poke the skull emblem.

"Pandora. That baby can turn into six hundred and sixty six different weapons, but...right now we only have access to seven." Now he was feeling like an exhausted teacher on a museum trip, trying to explain each exhibit to his hyper first graders--the exhibits being his Devil Arms.

Yet as you ran around asking him about more of them, he couldn't help but see his childhood-self reflected in you. Just full of energy and never-ending curiosity and optimism.

Yeah..he definitely saw the resemblance.

Eventually you decided to leave him be and dash off to your room.

And only then did Dante drop his smile, sighing as he put both feet back on the ground. He ran a hand through his hair before dragging it down the side of his face tiredly.

"You know..you'll have to tell them eventually." Trish reminded.

"How, though? That kid's afraid of all demons..hybrids or not. I'm pretty sure saying "oh by the way the guy who rescued you is actually half-demon" is gonna send 'em running, and...I can't risk that." He shook his head, gazing at the jukebox in the corner.

"But I think [y/n]'s old enough to comprehend the concept of not all demons being evil," Lady chimed in after overhearing the conversation. "Just give it to them straight and I'm sure they'll understand."

As much as Dante wanted to argue, he saw that she had a valid point. But he still worried...

How would you react?

It's been a few years since he saved you from a Mega Scarecrow, though it turned out that more demons invaded your neighborhood, slaughtering everyone you knew and loved. And as he took you back to the shop to patch you up, he could see the terror in your eyes, any traces of innocence long gone.

No child should have gone through such a tragedy.

A tragedy that he was all-too familiar with.

After the defeat of the Savior, things have been looking up. You've regained your happiness as you lived in Devil May Cry and learned of Dante's tales of devil hunting, though the memories of that horrible night never truly left you alone.

Along with that, just seeing a demon is enough to make you run and hide, and you were terrified when you first met Nero and saw his demonic arm.

From that incident alone, Dante became extremely reluctant to tell you of his own demonic heritage.

He just didn't know if he's only hurting you more by keeping it hidden..

...............

Later that night, you were plagued by yet another nightmare. Different demons, same neighborhood...same deaths of your loved ones.

But in this one Dante got hurt, too. And you tried so hard to be brave for him, even shouting in the demon's face...but in the end you failed as it snatched you away, dragging you into the darkness of the Underworld before he could reach you.

Although you calmed down since awakening, you wanted to be sure he was alright.

So with what little moonlight shone in the shop's darkness, you located the worn sofa where Dante laid. He was engrossed in some TV program, though after sensing your presence his eyes flickered to you.

No words had to be exchanged in order for him to see what was wrong, as he sat up and patted the spot beside him. You smiled in relief and climbed onto the sofa, snuggling into his side as he wrapped an arm around you. "Th-Thanks, Dante."

"No prob. So uh..another nightmare, I guess?"

"Yeah, but..they hurt you, too and...I-I tried staying brave. I shouted at them to leave you alone and..they didn't listen. But...I think one of them looked scared of me."

"Wow." He raised an eyebrow in surprise. "Gotta say I'm impressed."

"Really?"

"Absolutely. Y'know demons are used to seeing kids scream and cry, not take a stand against them. Plus that's pretty epic of you to defend me, so thanks." With a smile, he ruffled your hair.

"You're welcome," you giggled a bit. "But..I really just wanna be as brave as you. I mean...Nero says you laugh at giant demons and tease them all the time. How do you do that without being scared?"

"Well..it comes with the business. Getting them riled up just makes the fight more fun. At least for me. You might think I'm crazy but if ya decide to hunt demons one day...you'll see what I mean."

"But until then, could I watch you fight one? Like a big bad one?"

"......."

"Dante?"

"..kid, there's a reason I never took you on any missions." Dante sighed, swallowing back the growing lump in his throat as he carefully planned his next words. "And how I always...bounce back from getting smacked by a demon tail. No human would be able to withstand that without some broken bones."

"Oh?" You tilted your head. "Then..how can you if you're human?"

"....because I'm not fully human."

As much as he wanted to shut up, he decided to tell you the truth once and for all, not sugarcoating anything:

He explained how his parents were a demon and human--a forbidden romance which resulted in himself and Virgil being born. His bloodline allowed them to blend in with humans, exercise their demonic abilities in battle, and even tap into their true demon forms.

All the while you listened silently, with not much emotion on your face. So it was hard for him to tell what you were probably thinking in this moment.

It scared him.

"...and that's it." He sighed, closing his eyes and looking away from you. "So go ahead and hate me if you want. I won't blame you for-"

"Can you show me?"

Dante blinked stupidly as he swung his head back towards you, wondering if he heard you right.

"I...wish you told me before, but I don't wanna be scared of demons anymore." You smiled a tiny bit as you elaborated. "Especially not one who helped me. So...can I see your other form?"

"...a-alright. Just...if you get scared I can turn back instantly, so don't freak."

"I won't."

He had doubts you'll keep your word, but he got up and activated his Devil Trigger form. As he opened his eyes, you gasped upon seeing how much they were glowing--being orange rather than blue. Red electric sparks danced around his metallic body as he observed you close, anticipating your reaction. He expected you to scream or cry.

Yet..there was only curiosity and wonder in your eyes.

"Scared yet?" He asked in his distorted voice, crouching down in front of you.

Not even the way he spoke startled you, as you just shook your head. "I was wrong all along..not all demons are bad."

"Not even this one?"

"Nope. You look awesome..like a knight in shiny red armor."

"...wow..I um...." For once, the talkative devil hunter was at loss for words. But when you learned forward to hug him around the neck, he was completely shocked.

Earlier in the day he thought of countless worse-case scenarios, and yet...the best-case was happening right now.

You were accepting him, hugging him even.

He couldn't believe it.

Dante smiled as he wrapped his arms around you, making sure his armor spikes didn't hurt you. "Thanks, kid. It really means a lot that you're not terrified anymore........[y/n]?" He was concerned about your lack of response, before realizing you were dozing off.

'Damn..I might make a pretty good dad, after all..' He mused, standing up and making the trek back to your bedroom. Then he set you down and tucked you in, relief and warmth in his heart.

He had a feeling that your nightmares won't be so bad anymore. Now he felt like he could truly protect you.

Why?

Because he was gonna be your knight in shining red armor.

"Jeez, man. Quit clanking around shit and---AH!!! WHAT THE FUCK?!!"

"Shhhh! Chill out, Nero. You'll wake 'em." Dante was quick to shift back to his human form once he was outside your room, glaring at his nephew. "Why are you so freaked out? This ain't the first time you've seen my devil form."

"But still..why in the middle of the night?! Thought we had company."

"...just go back to bed, kid."

"Don't call me kid!"

#devil may cry x reader #dmc x reader #dmc 4 x reader #child reader #dante x reader #dmc dante x reader

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mackeydoodledoo · 3 years

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Twice the Chaos: Chapter 1

Pairing: Rosalie Hale x (Fem!DemonHybrid)OC: Pandora Barlowe

Summary: You were only passing through. You had nowhere to go; you were the spawn of Satan himself. There was no place in the world for you. Until you met a blonde vampire.

Warnings: Parental Abandonment, Depression, Chaotic Life

A/n: Listen... I’m just tryna see something here...

Key: Bold/Italics = Telepathic Conversation/Thoughts

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Your mother had left you when you were of age; not wanting to take care of a freak. That was how your mother always referred to you. Your Father? He was never around. Since being left out into the streets, life has been absolute chaos. You try to make a living for yourself; but you began developing new features.

“I’m sorry, we can no longer have you be working at our establishment,” The owner comes up to you

You were just trying to clean tables; next was you getting fired?

“What? Why? I haven’t violated any of your rules,” You try to counter-argue, “More so, I’ve been trying to not violate them...”

“Your... Vibe... Everyone’s giving us weird looks... It’d be better if you no longer worked here,” He doesn’t budge

You storm out of your former workplace.

That is IT! I’m done!

You try running your hands through your hair but you felt something knock against your fingertips.

Stubs?! That can’t be...

You saw something move from the bottom corner of your eye.

A tail?! What the absolute hell is happening?

You run off to the woods in order to avoid getting any further attention from humans. You did everything... Just simply trying to get through like at the age of 18. Clearly it wasn’t going to happen...

You are beginning to become like me...

Who said that?!

You were beginning to freak out.

Your father...

What are you talking about?! My dad was never around! He could be dead for all I know and care!

You don’t get it do you?... I am your father...

Father?

You were sure your father just ran off with another woman. But, it wasn’t logically possible to have someone telepathically speak to you.

Why am I going to believe some voice in my head that’s never been around until now?!

You just try to get the same voice out of your head.

You’re like me... You can come home. You won’t have to worry about being judged here...

Home?! My mother threw me out as soon as I turned 18... Since then I couldn’t even keep a single job afloat without anyone that comes within my radius getting me fired because of my “bad vibes”! Well, look at it this way-

No! Face it! There’s no place for me!!!!! Heaven or Hell? Doesn’t matter... There’s no damn place for a freak like me...

The voice in your head ceased then. But, the development of new features hadn’t. Your stubs? Grew into small horns. Tail? Resembled a Demon’s tail. Pointed end and everything.. It’s been months since you had your last job... Anyone really. You use a beanie to cover your horns and you shove your tail into your pants or jacket; whichever was comfortable. You mysteriously was still stable enough to create your own little place in the woods. But, it was still depressing for you. You still thought about how your mother abandoned you, getting fired just because of the vibes you give off, despite trying to be a normal human.

“Why me?...” You ask yourself, “Why me?....”

You look up as soon as you felt a single raindrop fall.

I need a new tarp... But, I’m not in for going back into town... They wouldn’t eve just as so sell me a new tarp... Whatever I guess...

You had passed out while the rain was going on. However, when you open your eyes, you were expected to feel wet. But, you felt warm. You look up to see a brand new tarp draped over your small hideout and you look back down to see a Sherpa-lined blanket engulfing you in warmth.

Who?...

“Got me these?...” You ask yourself

You crawl out of the hideout and try to look around the woods to see if there was anyone else that had been camping out. But, no such people were there. You scoff but felt thankful that someone was sympathetic enough to give you a whole new tarp to go over your head and a blanket.

Fortunately it had stopped raining by the time you went out to go fishing to get your fill for the day. To be honest, it didn’t feel so bad when you would be out fishing, you found a big enough lake to see the sun rise and set over the horizon, you were able to catch a handful of fish to get you through each day.

I see you’ve grown accustomed to living on your own... Nice job kiddo.

What did I say about coming out to “chat”? Don’t try and persuade me to “Come home”.

I’m not. I’m just checking in on you. You claim that there’s no place for you here... Yet, you’ve made a small place for yourself?

Might as well be somewhere off the grid.

Not to that once blondie...

A blondie?... Who?...

Not sure, but that new tarp and blanket? That’s from her.... She’s been coming nearly every night...

You watch me sleep?...

I do it to protect you so you could sleep.

Don’t try and act like my dad... I’m fine without him....

You still don’t believe me?..

Still haven’t seen you face to face.

You wouldn’t want to see me face to face....

Good, we’re on the same page then. Don’t think I’d want to meet my old man anyway...

Once dusk had hit, you were putting out a firepit you had set up to cook the fish you had caught not too long before.

I got you kiddo. Go ahead and sleep.

I said don’t treat me like you’re trying to be like my dad. I never knew him anyway...

You take the blanket and use a couple of your flannels as a pillow.

Goodnight...

Night.

The same old routine persisted. You felt the off-putting vibes on how you were able to be this stable, especially living in an unused shed of all places that was clearly in a state of decay.

I think that blondie has taken a liking to you.

She’s still in question? She doesn’t even know me... How could you know?

When she would come check on you, just last night she was lying next to you. I know because she’s been visiting every night.

And she can’t see you?

No one can.

That’s a ‘shocker’... But can she not hear you?...

Only you and myself.

“Weird...” You take a deep breath as you sit against the tree

You were kind of fishing from sitting on a tree branch, decently high from the ground.

You’ve thought about the last several nights you were sleeping in your little hideout space. You would open your eyes, but still be half asleep. As you were half awake and half asleep; you could have sworn you felt an arm hooked around your waistline. But you don’t think anything of it as you pass right back out. The feeling would be gone in the morning.

You really think there is someone?

She’s come every night. Who knows? Maybe you’ll be taken to where she lives.

Out here? In the middle of nowhere? I doubt it..

Like clockwork, you set up your makeshift flannel pillow and lay across the old tarp you decided to use as a covering form the molding hardwood floor.

You open your eyes and realize the cold morning feeling is no longer around. Your eyes begin adjusting to so much light coming into the room.

“You’re awake now?” A feminine voice asks you

You were startled. Startled to the point where you fell off the bed. You groan at the impact. Trying to gain your vision back, a figure comes walking over to you. You immediately sit up and begin backing away.

“You-you don’t wanna be near me,” You say, almost in a drunken state, “I’m no good around people...”

“Says who?” She asks

“Says the many people that have fired me from jobs because of the vibes I give off,” You groan when you feel the wall against your back

“Well, they just go by the book cover,” She says, helping you back into bed, “You should lay down... You hit your head there pretty hard.”

In your still blurred vision; the woman’s hair was brunette.

That isn’t her...

But, she isn’t giving off any bad vibes...

I’ll be the judge of that...

You try to sit up again but a hand is gently pressed against your shoulder.

“My daughter will be here any minute to check on you,” She says, calmly, “You should thank her when you have the chance... She felt miserable watching you every night.”

She... Felt miserable?...

See? She does like you.

But, she still barely knows me. I don’t even know her name and vice versa.

That could change here.

Will you just stop talking?....

The next time you open your eyes, your vision slowly coming together; you saw a faint color of blonde.

Could it be?...

“I told you you shouldn’t have brought that... Thing in here. She’ll get us all killed,” A male voice tries to persuade the blonde

“I couldn’t just leave her there,” She argues, “She was miserable. Carlisle and Esme already said she could stay here under my care.”

“If you get us killed it’s your fault,” He replies

You hear him storm out of the room.

“You’re awake for real now?” She sits at the bedside

“Where?-” You ask, trying to sit up

“My family estate,” She explains

“My-my stuff, some of my stuff-” You begin freaking out

“Already taken care of,” She slightly smiles

You sit up from the lush bedsheets, taking deep breathes as you try to wrap your head around the last several hours.

“How long was I out?” You ask the blonde

“Several hours,” She answers, “I continuously checked on you... You were... Crying, tossing and turning, talked in your sleep...”

“Oh? What about?” You ask

“Does... ‘Why me?...’, ‘What am I?...’ Ring a bell?” She asks

It does for me.

Shut up.

“I may have had those kinds of panic attacks while I slept...” You explains, “Which is why I look like shit right?..”

“I was going to say that you’ve slept for so long,” She says, cocking an eyebrow at you, “But if you think that too than you do you.”

It was an awkward silence for the both of you. You didn’t know what to make of this blondie.

I like her.

I said shut up.

What? She’s pretty, she’s looked after you the last serval nights.

That doesn’t mean she’s my soulmate or anything... We barely know each other, let alone each others’ names.

“My name’s Rosalie Hale,” the blondie answers

“Huh?” You ask, removing the bedsheets from your legs

“You... Didn’t know my name so... Thought I’d tell you,” She says, “Now, you must be hungry.”

“Yeah,” You say, in a suspicious tone, “Lead the way blondie.”

“It’s Rosalie,” She corrects you

“Alright blondie,” You continue using that nickname

Rosalie turns to you to try and hit you. You easily block her arm with yours. For the first time since childhood, you laughed. A genuine laugh had come out of your mouth. You stopped dead in your tracks; making Rosalie turn to you.

“You okay?” she asks, walking up to you

A chill runs up your spine as you feel her gentle touch against your forearm. You look back at her with a slight surprise. But, Rosalie didn’t seem phased by your sudden change in expression.

“Yeah,” You sigh, “I haven’t laughed in awhile... It’s.. Been a very long time.”

“How long is a long time?” She asks

“Probably when I was a little kid...” You sigh, “Since then, I’ve never really learned to smile, laugh or experience any sort of positive thing...”

“I’m so sorry,” She says, her expression changing to concern, “Well, what matters most is that you now have an actual roof over your head. You are under my care now.”

“You- don’t do me any favors blondie!” You try to protest

“Too late!” She smiles, letting out a small giggle

Ooooh, I do like her.

Aren’t you a fire spirit or something? Lay off buddy.

Oh we getting jealous now huh?

What?!- No! You aren’t physically here, so that means you can’t have blondie.

So you can?

That’s not what I’m saying- you know what, shut your trap!

“Your friend there is fond of me I see,” Rosalie blushes

“What? Him?” You ask, “You... Can hear him?”

“He’s in your head no?” She asks you

“Well, yes but- how can you know that?” You ask

“Let’s just say I’m full of surprises,” She smirks

You watch her walk off into the kitchen as you make eye contact with what looked to be her family members.

“I hope you’re well rested now sweetheart,” A brunette speaks

“That’s the adoptive mother and father; Carlisle and Esme,” Rosalie explains to you

“I’m sorry you have had a tough time these past few months,” Carlisle says, “But, you are more than welcome here.”

“Oh, just at least I can get back up on my feet,” You say, bashfully, “I wouldn’t want to take up any more space than I already have..”

“Nonsense!” A male voice enthusiastically says

Your feet lose contact with the ground. You let out a yelp as you try to get a vision of who had just grabbed you.

“That is my brother... Emmett Cullen,” Rosalie scoffs, “He’s a little bit... Chaotic..”

“Chaotic is my middle name,” He jokes as he sets you right back onto the ground

“Four of our other kids are somewhere around...” Carlisle explains, “Oh, they must be out hunting. You’ll see them when you see them.”

“Thank you again,” You say

Quite a family...

You’re telling me...

After you had gotten a proper meal for the first time in months, you found yourself in the library. You don’t really read that often anymore as you have come to the conclusion that it would take you a century to read a single book.

“Looking for something in particular?” Rosalie asks from the doorway

“To be honest... No,” You answer, “I guess I’ve just been wandering aimlessly. Never really been in a house this... Spacious..”

It’ll be much more spacious when you come live with me.

Like I said before. You are not my father and don’t try to have me come to wherever the hell it is that you live in.. Not a chance..

“You don’t get along with your dad very well?” Rosalie asks

“Never knew him...” You sigh, looking out to the forestry that surrounded the estate, “My mother said he left as soon as I was born...”

“Hey, before you go on, do you... Want to talk about it elsewhere?” She asks, placing her palm over your upper arm

“That would be nice,” You slightly smile

“I know a place,” Rosalie smiles

In one swift motion, Rosalie hoists you over her shoulder.

“You better hold on leech,” Rosalie teases

“That should be ME telling you that,” You nervously chuckle

Rosalie hops out of an open window; breaking into an inhuman speed. You weren’t sure where to hold on along Rosalie’s clothing without touching an area where Rosalie wouldn’t want you to touch her. So you just hang over her shoulder. Almost like a heavy weight.

“You doing okay?” Rosalie asks

“Yep!” You sort of lie, “Good as we can be blondie!”

“We’re almost there!” Rosalie announces to the both of you

Chapter 2

#Rosalie Hale x Reader #twilight saga #twilight #jasper hale #carlisle cullen #esme cullen #emmet cullen #edward cullen #bella swan #rosalie hale #female reader

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Since starvation is canon imagine Dream in the future having to deal with the mental effects of it. His armor doesn't fit and feels like carrying hard rocks that hit him in his bones painfully. It's harder to do things that he did so easily before. He used to be able to move freely, whenever he was trapped he could rely on his body to carry him away from any bad situation. He could climb trees and run and swim so eaily but now it's so much harder, so much more tiring. It's a trapping feeling that follows him around constantly.

aww this ask made me sad ,, yeah post-pandora recovery is going to be a Bitch And A Half. just *shakes c!sam* stop violating basic human rights you creeper man you.

anyway, have some more syndicate c!dream angst!!

tws: ed mention (kinda), disordered eating, starvation, trauma, torture (mentioned), vomit mention, internalized ableism (? dream makes a few statements that sorta brush off his trauma), pandora’s vault/prison arc

His armor doesn’t fit anymore.

It’s a bitter pill to swallow. Dream may not be like Techno, is hardly as careful with his armor - he’ll slap on a Prot IV, Mending, maybe Unbreaking if he’s feeling generous, but he’s never really managed to shake the careless ambivalence he’s learned to regard most of his belongings with after their inevitable destruction, not after the chaos that made up growing up with Sapnap and George - not to mention the training from manhunts. His armor was a rushed, simple thing, made much the same way as he would craft any set in iron, the extent of its personalization limited to the neatly-printed “Nightmare” he used to mark each piece as his own. Even so - it had once been his, his constant companion as he traveled around the server, as comfortable over his shoulders as a second skin - it wasn’t pretty, or well-crafted, or worth anything much at all, but it was his.

He doesn’t have very many things that were his from before.

Most of the set is still left on the armor stand Techno had left in the room, only the chestplate missing from the wooden dummy so he can hold it up with his own two hands. He brushes his hands over the surface, feeling out the familiar runes scrawled over it back and front, hardly even legible thanks to his rush job. It’s clearly taken a beating or ten, nicks and scrapes covering it back and front - some familiar, most not - and he frowns as he shifts its weight between his hands, heavy and leaving his arms straining even after just a few minutes.

He’s no stranger to proper training - knows, still, after so long without sparring or practice or anything, that the set is too heavy for him. He may lean towards a lighter armor than most to allow for his movement and parkour, but it was still made for someone well-practiced and healthy - nothing like the wreck of bones and skin he’s become after months without proper meals and torture. He can hardly hold up just the chestplate alone - he’s not stupid. Netherite is heavy, and he can hardly manage more than iron for an hour or two.

He bites his lip, before tucking his head to his chest and pulling the chestplate up anyway.

His hands are clumsy as he pulls the straps tight, fumbling weakly with the buckles in a way that makes his teeth grind against each other. The weight immediately presses against his still-healing ribs, making them creak and ache dangerously in his chest, and the sudden, gasping pressure on his lungs nearly sends him into a panic. He ignores it all, focused on the worn leather on either side, pulls each piece as tight as it will go.

He’s not wearing any padding, and the feeling of the hard metal against his bones is hardly what anyone could call “comfortable,” calls back memories of himself, a foot on his back, pressed against unforgiving obsidian. He breathes in another slow, shivering breath, chest struggling to expand against the weight, and stands in front of the mirror.

He looks dumb.

It reminds him of being a kid and trying on Sam’s diamond armor for the first time, completely dwarfed by its height and breadth, waddling around awkwardly from the foreign weight strapped to his chest and the awkward way it hung off of him. His armor is more familiar but no less unfitting, hollow spaces lingering that should’ve been filled by muscle and fat, his sharp edges digging uncomfortably against its surface. It hums with the same feeling of unbelonging, like he’s taken something that belongs to someone else entirely, the same heavy discomfort that comes from wearing someone else’s shirt or drinking from another person’s mug. Hot tears spring to his eyes, and he stubbornly blinks them away; it’s just a stupid set of armor, really, it doesn’t matter at all-

“Hey, nerd.” Techno’s voice is muffled outside the door, and he knocks softly against the doorframe twice - a request to enter. Dream stares at himself a moment longer, debating whether to shuck off the chestplate first, before sighing and kicking at the floor - once, twice, granting permission.

The door opens slowly, but Dream’s traitorous body freezes anyway for a moment, muscles locked and tensed painfully under the heavy armor, and he forces another breath into his lungs to stave off the panic. Thankfully, Techno knows about his stupid brain enough to know to give him some time, leaning against the door frame as he counts off the seconds in his head until he looks back up again to signal that he’s ready for him to come closer.

His eyebrow lifts and he gestures at the armor he’s wearing. “That’s your old set, right?”

He nods, worrying his lips between his teeth as he lifts his hands to sign. Yeah. Ranboo brought them from S-N-O-W-C-H-E-S-T-E-R.

“Makes sense.” Techno’s face twists as he struggles to follow Dream’s signs; he’s learned quicker than he would’ve expected, at first, but there’s a few things that Dream needs to fingerspell, still. He looks him up and down, a wry smile on his face. “Isn’t that a bit heavy?”

Dream gnaws on his lips further, trying to decide what to say, explain what has left him staring at the mirror in silence for upwards of ten, fifteen minutes now. If he was more in the mood, he’d make a joke about his self-absorption. Instead, he looks away, signing with quick, overly casual movements.

Wanted to see if it fit. It doesn’t anymore.

“Ah,” Techno’s voice, low and drawling, has picked up that knowing tone that Dream’s learning to hate. “I see.”

He frowns, keeping his eyes trained the bottom half of the mirror, to his too-skinny legs peeking out of the bottom of his sweatpants. He tries not to look at himself too much now, doesn’t know what to make of the near-skeleton that stares back at him when he bothers to look, all sharp edges and unnatural hollows, the foreign ridges of his spine running down his back and his ribs sticking out at his sides. None of it is his - not this armor, not this body, all of it belonging to a Dream that hadn’t been through the fire and brimstone of Pandora, that didn’t recoil at the taste of potatoes, that could eat more than two meals a day without throwing up.

“Dream?”

He shakes himself out of his own thoughts, tasting iron from where he’d torn apart his lips with his teeth. He balls his fist, pulls it to his chest. Sorry.

“It’s alright, don’t worry about it.” He can hear the sound of Techno shifting from side to side, awkward in the silence hanging thick and heavy in the room, “Anyway, Phil’s made some stew. You goin’ to join us?”

The question gives him pause for far too long as he weighs his options - he knows he should eat more, knows that it’ll be the only thing that helps him fill out and heal and finally start recovering from everything in Pandora, but no matter how much he knows his mind still recoils harshly at the idea of more food. He’s not hungry at all, or maybe he is and he just doesn’t feel it anymore - it’s hard to tell, in this new normal. Everything’s hard, after Pandora.

In a few minutes, he finally signs, biting back a flush of shame at the clear surprise in Techno’s expression.

“Alright, whenever you want, nerd.”

Techno walks out the room, and Dream sighs, a wheezing heave of breath that leaves him exhausted and makes the chestplate feel heavier than ever. One by one, he reaches for the buckles, maneuvering them open so he can pull the netherite over his head and let it fall onto his bed. He stares at the thing for a few minutes longer, lips pursed, at the messily drawn runes and the unfamiliar dents along the top edge and a gouge carved on one side, deep enough to expose a slight blue line of the diamond underneath, and huffs, turning away.

He’ll have to call up Ranboo or something later to see if anyone wants an old set of netherite armor. He has no use for it, anymore.

#tw ed #tw eating disorder #tw starvation #tw disordered eating #tw trauma #tw torture #tw vomit #tw internalized ableism #tw ableism #pandora's vault #prison arc #long post #my writing :D #my asks !!

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