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ballorawan740 · 3 years

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SCP Scenarios: SCP x Fem!Child!Hybrid!Reader

Requested by: @nightfoxyycats

I'm so sorry this took longer than expected T_T

(Yes Ik it's longer than the others I do, and that's cuz I usually end up mixing the headcanons into drabbles/one-shots, but this time, I kept it as bullet points and I got carried away. Oops. And yes, it's easier to write headcanons this way but it'll end up being long af)

When Cain first met you, he overheard and was curious about this new SCP during a test, so he decided to come and watch, from afar of course.

Anyways, the little test was just a plain and boring one and little (Y/N) was taken back to her containment cell after 10 minutes. Cain had requested to see you as he remembered seeing in your file that you can breathe fire and cry lava among other things due to your dragon abilities.

It's not like he didn't believe them since he's been in the foundation for many years, but he was just curious about a hybrid child like you and wanted to see if you were doing well. You being a shy child was quiet at first and when Cain went to visit you every so often, you both became close and he was a father figure to you, even though you were abandoned by your father since birth and your mother died not long later.

He took good care of you and made sure you were well fed. You were rather polite to the guards and staff so Cain wouldn't need to worry too much about you intentionally killing them. But only for a short period of time as who knows what you'll be like when you're older.

Luckily for Cain, you were also carnivorous, so he didn't have to worry about you eating your 5 a day (not that you wanted to anyways you ungrateful meat-eating child).

Whenever there's a containment breach, the first thing he does is to look for you

Aside from some side effects, he isn't worried too much as he wouldn't receive any wounds anyways so hell just charge towards anyone who looks/sound like you

He's basically your new dad ok?

SCP 076 (Abel)

Abel first came into contact with you during a containment breach

He just saw you casually flying around and occasionally lending the guards a hand by breathing fire just to burn some holes for easier access (how professional)

He saw you again moments later when you were alone and you decided to approach this hulk of a man to ask for some help, thinking he worked there. Abel had abandoned you (like your hopes and dreams left you a millennium years ago) but you insisted on going with him so he took you in

Later his rage in the facility had vanished as he had cared for you for the short period of time he had met you and handed you over to the guards, much to their surprise

He then ran away as he's not totally scared of kids or anything and hid in his box

You insisted on visiting 076-2 and so the researchers did, realising much later that you both had bonded. Abel was a parental figure to you.

A very overbearing protective guardian I must say.

Even more so when there's a containment breach

Like imagine 610 and 682 mashed up together to form an extremely hostile entity and that's Abel for you

But that's only if you were hurt, if you weren't or fit was just a normal containment breach, had be extremely worried

SCP 049 (Plague Doctor) (Guy's pls don't be mistaken, I don't have any beef with 049 ok? XD If I make any characters a little OC then 049 will gladly rid the pestilence from you without consent)

This sassy MF so-called doctor right here met you when for some reason, the doctors had decided to put you both into a testing room (no, it wasn't Bright's idea).

049 was just doing his thing as you just sat on a really high chair (cuz you do be short so ofc you wouldn't be sitting on a lower chair which is lower than your taste in men/women) and watched curiously. The doctor thought it was somewhat cute and laughed slightly from your curiosity.

Sensing that you didn't have the pestilence, he allowed you to scooch closer just to see. After the test was done, the guards took you back out with slight aggression, but you, for some reason, were still polite to the guards despite their aggression which made 049's heart swell due to your pureness.

You yawned slightly and accidentally blew out fire from your mouth which almost caused a containment breach if it weren't for 049's quick thinking

Later on, the researchers had decided to put you both in the testing room again, and you both began to bond as 049 requested you to burn the bodies he performed surgery on

Needless to say, you both had a great time and the researchers were mildly amused

If you somehow knew another friend (*ahem* 035), he'd probs ask him/her to care/loof for you if there were a containment breach

Or he would just sigh and look after you himself if you were closer to 035 and he asked so nicely

SCP 035 (Possessive Mask) (Right about 049 being sassy.... I'll take that back, 035 is the sassiest, right next to a certain sculpture in the foundation)

Anyhow, 035 was actually the reason you were stuck in the foundation anyways

God knows how, but you met this guy wearing this theatre mask and you ended up here in the foundation

Now everyone thought you were either a Keter or Euclid

I mean, you were so close to being put into the Euclid class but ended up in safe since you were so polite to the researchers as well as shy and relatively easy to contain... For now

Whenever they used you in a test, you were rewarded with whatever you wanted, within reason ofc, whenever you behaved well which was like 98% of the time minus minor accidents since you weren't entirely in control of your powers

Sometimes instead of a reward, you'd request to see 035 as he would perform to you and that was only granted when its safe to do so and when that hideous mask would do as he/she/it is told

035 would be that somewhat overprotective yet goofy uncle that everyone loved and he was totally wrapped around your fingers unless you were hurt or if he urgently needed something or someone

If there was a containment breach, he'd look for you, if not he'll call out his 'friend' to look out for you (*cough* 049 *cough*)

When 035 finds you, he'd most likely ask you to fly around to see the nearest exit or he'd just carry you when there's someone chasing you

If 035 were to kill anyone, you'd cry and tell him no to which did end up in burning the floor but oh wells, they're rich enough to contain him so why not use the extra money to rebuild the floor right?

Anyways, 035 loves you no matter what and he'd do anything to make sure you're doing well

SCP 999 (Tickle Monster)

Ok so, when you and 999 first met each other, you were kind of just wandering around the facility minding your own business

999 just casually slithered up to your leg and offered you some sweets and a hug since you looked upset and so you accepted it

You both found a place to sit and just talk bout stuff and what life was like before you were captured

But you were cheery just like 999 and rarely attacked anyone, and if you ever did, it was either that you were hella pissed or you accidentally breathed fire/teared up some lava which burnt some stuff

The researchers would secretly take in some notes bout your interactions and just continued on with their day and left you both alone, but would sometimes keep a stern eye on you

They say it's for everyone's safety, and that's true to an extent, but the main reason they do it is to monitor your progress of you controlling your powers

Anyways, sometimes when it gets busy in the cafe or down the hallway, you just fly across the room, and sometimes, you'll be extra cheeky and play hide and seek with the researchers

999 would occasionally join in but he's more like a worried older brother to you

During containment breaches, 999 would run around looking for you and when he did, he would check if you had any injuries

When you say you didn't, he was relieved but not for long since you mentioned bout making new SCP friends and he just died right there and then (not really)

SCP 682 (Hard to Destroy Reptile)

Similarly to Able, he'd be wary of you at first

Like, he can sense that you weren't just an ordinary child when you just appeared behind him

He was somewhat irritated when you followed him around, but you reminded him of 053, so he just let it slide and let you show some affection towards him

It's not like he didn't like it, he was just embarrassed

Anyhow, the researchers wanted to test how 682 would bond with you, so they made you meet up with him again but in his cell

You were both chatting like father and daughter and soon, everyone had found out that not only could you fly, you could also cry lava, which yes did burn a small hole on the ground and you could somehow breathe fire

You were also immune to the fire and lava so they decided to have a full-on body check and discovered that you were built similar to the komodo dragon with a side of 682 (XD Don't ask)

682 was left stunned, but luckily he didn't feel the need to run up the wall like that bunny

Like who tf invented a self-eating bunny?

Anyways, research shows that just like Abel, the giant lizard was very protective of you

The theory has it that you were somehow related to the lizard, perhaps he laid an egg before containment and some guy took it in and froze it then decided to hatch the egg

During containment breaches, he would basically rampage around the facility, killing anyone and everyone until he found you

And when he did, he would check on you like the amazing father he is and then carry on killing but was then stopped by you

So he would just carry you around until you fell asleep

SCP 105 (Iris)

I think Iris would be a good mother/sister figure when it comes to kids

It kinda came from the fact that Iris hangs out with Abel and Cain a lot, so it kinda just rubs off her

Her motherly/sisterly instinct just heightened when she first found you on a mission and she just took you in

It took a while to bribe the foundation that she kinda had custody

Not exactly custody, but she had a say when it came to your safety, especially the fact that you weren't exactly human and your appearance would cause a disturbance to others

I feel like Iris would be a stern yet kind guardian towards you, leaning towards the stern part since you're a child SCP and has fire breath and lava tears

Iris wouldn't be entirely bothered by you flying around, but she had to bribe the researchers and some SCPs to help you fly better

She would murder anyone who had to cry because they made you cry and cleaning up after your tears is such a mess considering that you have little control over them

Your fire breath on the other hand is slightly more controllable, but if you were hella happy or mad you'd breathe the fire and burn anyone/anything

Most of the time, its unintentional and you're usually sweet and kind towards anyone, so manners aren't a big thing for Iris to teach you

She'd even teach you some of the stuff she learnt/discovered and you'd just sit there being nosy and curious about everything

Like that one time, you almost caused a breach cus you were so curious and friendly that 682 was about to snap off your head and rampage out of the foundation

And don't even get me started with the brothers and 096, OML

Other than that, you both were like a family you never had :,) (You're welcome!!!)

During containment breaches, Iris would literally pick you up and run

Unless you weren't with her for whatever reason (Yes, you're attached to each other's hips... Don't lie, you love it!), she'd do anything to find you

If you were hurt, shed tend to your injuries immediately and lecture you about safety

If you weren't hurt, shed still give you a lecture, then pick you up and run

If you made friends on the way, she may or may not approve and bite of anyone head

And the foundation wouldn't want an Angry!Iris around

SCP 106 (Old Man)

This old man here is basically the definition of a cool uncle/granddad

Without a doubt, he'd go into his pocket dimension and comes back with a teddy bear or some sweets

He'd spoil you a lot and the foundation had enough of this cuz by the time you become an adult, you wouldn't be independent enough

Anyways, 106 would let you go into his dimension and practice your abilities there for the safety of others

The researchers would occasionally ask you to carry a camera with you just so they know what it's like in his pocket dimension

106 rarely gets mad, and even if he was, it'll be about someone trying to hurt you since you're too kind and shy to make him mad

You're even kind to the researchers and guards which is worrying to 106 as they might take advantage of your kindness (which may be true for some, but most of them are just glad you're kind since it makes their jobs so much easier)

Sometimes, you'd make things levitate which was a shock to anyone who walked by and witnessed this

But only for a few seconds though, so it's not much

106 would encourage you to use your telekineses and he'd attempt to train you

Which didn't work so well, so that sucks

During containment breaches, he'd use his pocket dimension to his advantage

He'd hide you in there just so you don't have to get hurt

If you weren't there with him, he'd kill and hunt down anyone who might know where you are

He'd make sure you weren't hurt otherwise he would go into scary uncle mode

If you weren't hurt, he would just hug you which stops you from crying lava

SCP 096 (Shy Guy)

Now what makes you and 096 a unique pairing is that you're both shy

The only difference is that you can speak but 096 kinda doesn't

But that's not a problem since you both just understood each other since day 1

I'd say 096 is that introverted uncle/cousin but he's kinda chill and sweet with you

As for containment breaches, the only difference with this tall guy is that not only will he kill anyone who sees his face, he'd also hunt down anyone who'd hurt you

096 has a newfound ability for this and the researchers were shocked when they first found out

A certain chainsaw loving doctor wanted to test it out himself but was stopped rather quickly by the other researchers

Anyways, one time you almost burnt down the foundation because 096 crept up behind you which scared you to tears

And you screamed as well which didn't help at all since you could breathe fire

Also, when you're not with 096, you'd use your levitating powers to grab lighter objects which did result in the objects falling onto your head

And this is why you need to train more, so then objects wouldn't be yeeted onto your tiny head and knock the nonexistent brain cells out of your nonexistent brain - Sorry not sorry (Ok so at least pretend to laugh)

If anyone bullied you and you didn't say a word, 096 would know and even if you tried to stop him, it wouldn't work

Unless you're in a life-threatening situation, but even then, he'd kill the guy

Dr. Simon Glass

Unlike the others on the list, you're the one who approached the doctor

Mainly because you were lost, but you were curious as well

Simon would probably be the best person to run into, other than Kondraki, but still

It's because he's a psychologist and still very much human (I mean, Kondraki's a normal human I guess, but he has those butterfly thingys)

Anyways, when he first saw you, you were in his office flying about and crying lava

Simon saw you and was shocked but attempted to calm you down and get you you sit with him for a bit, then call the others

But boy did that not work out, because this poor innocent boi was boutta get killed by your firey breath cuz he startled you too much

Bright, Kondraki and Clef just strolled in and saw the mess and even attempted to get you to chill, but this didn't work either

So poor Simon Glass had to find his way to get you to stop being so scared which obviously worked

You sat down with him and he let you doodle on a blank piece of paper

And being a good psychologist he is, he used psychological methods to get you to feel comfortable and to start talking to which you did

You were so polite he gave it to a chocolate bar, but instead of taking it off his hands, you used your telekineses to levitate it in your direction

Simon recorded what he had seen before letting the other researchers take you and offered to take you under his wing on the condition that you were you have a check-up every now and again

That wasn't much of a problem since you were so polite and chill - Usually

During containment breaches, he would make sure that you were safe first and it wasn't so difficult to deal with you since you were with him most of the time

When you're not with him, he'd be extremely worried like a mother hen and run in any direction that would take him to you

He'd be relieved to see you and if you were hurt, he'd bandage you up and try to not cry

If you've made new friends, he would be very happy about it - Unless it's a Keter or Euclid class

They'll be on his watchlist

Anyhow, Simon Glass is basically your mother and mentor

He'd teach you all the basics you'll need and help train you if he can (he'd most likely have to ask the other doctors and SCPs with some bribery)

Dr. Jack Bright

Our favourite doctor here would be that goofy uncle/dad

I feel that he'd sympathise with you since he's also an SCP (sorta) and he feels kind of trapped in the foundation

If you're lucky enough, Jack might be able to take you out for an hour for some fresh air

You'll automatically be under his wing and nobody will ever question it. Ever.

Although he may be goofy and does stupid things, he would be surprisingly protective and his fatherly instincts kick in right away since he first met you

He would allow you to use your powers to an extent and teach you how to use your power properly

You are well aware of his anomalous abilities with his neckless, so whenever Bright had to change bodies, you'd automatically know where he is (other than the obvious neckless thingy)

If there were to have a containment breach, Bright would panic but quickly become calm as that's the only way he could find you and keep you safe

When he finds you he would give you that lecture while finding any scratches on you

If you were to grow, he would give most guys the dad glare of the century and all those guys would run tf away cuz nobody messes with Bright's newfound daughter

I have high doubts that he would let anyone do tests with you when he's not there and even if he was, they would need his approval, so most of the time, you don't even need to worry much

Dr. Alto Clef

(OML Why do I keep adding new characters?! There's so much to write T_T)

Right, so when Clef found you, it was like as if his long lost (well... not so lost) memory came back to him

For some reason, you reminded him of 166 (OML I'm so lost for this SCP, like boi she had a rewrite)

So he took you in the foundation like he did with his daughter and took care of you Since he works for the foundation, he's not remotely terrified or anything, but he's curious about your abilities

And of course, you managed to use some of your abilities because of some SCPs and Bright Clef took you to meet 166 and you both showed your abilities and since 166 is older than you, she's probably trying to help you control your powers more

Which, of course, makes Clef a proud dad

If there were any containment breaches, he'd panicked but once he found you with his other daughter, he was relieved

166 made sure that you weren't hurt and if you were, you'd be bandaged up so Clef doesn't have to worry too much

Anyhow, if Clef decides to introduce you to the tiger doctors, he'd make sure Glass is the first since he's the most sensible person (but let's face it, he wouldn't admit it)

Then it'll be Iceberg, Coggs (that's his name right), Light and a couple others Bright and Kondraki would be last since they would be somewhat chaotic (mainly Bright) even though they're the fun uncle

Whenever Clef has a mission, he'd shove you to either 166 or Glass, if he's free, if not then it'll most likely be Light (and if she's also busy, then yall screwed)

And bless the guy who takes an interest in you when you become a teen cuz our messy boi would make sure that guy would suffer

Dr. Benjamin Kondraki

Ok let's face it, Kondraki would definitely be the mother hen of the dad world in the SCP Foundation

He's literally your mother, kinda like Glass but kinda not, ya know what I'm saying?

Like he'll feed your curiosity since many people around you wouldn't and you're an SCP so you're trapped in the foundation anyways

I'd say he's quite cautious and caring, obviously, but if he's out and about, he'd definitely let you go with him

Unless he's going out for a mission, then that's a definite no-no

He would let you hang out with the safer SCPs like 999 and maybe 166 if Clef is chill, but he has to let you hang out with her cuz she's the only other SCP who could help you get a grasp with your powers

Like how to not burn the bloody floor when you cry and stop breathing fire inconsistently by accident

An attempt was made when they try to train your telekineses but they'll have to wait till you're older

Since most of the time you're stuck with Kondraki, I don't think he'd be all too worried bout breaches, of course, he'd be worried about your safety, but you're there with him

If not then god knows what Kondraki would do

Like that one time, he begged Clef and Bright to look for you in which they did but then they made him do something for them in return

Let's just say, it wasn't pleasant at all, but it could be worse since Clef had a shred of sympathy left for the man and Bright just wanted chainsaws

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not-me-simping-for-blasty · 3 years

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if you need more asks.. may i suggest pining + jealous bakugou🥺 when he has no right to be jealous bc you’re not together but he still wants to prove that hes better than whoever has your attention

i- just wow what a perfect ask. truly delicious tysm

alsoooo ik this isn’t exactly what u asked for but it just fit super well with the rest of the ask so how bout sum secret-relationship!bakugou ???

—/—

Bakugou hated liars.

He hated people who would bend the truth and skew stories and give people false hope. He wasn’t a liar, obviously, and you weren’t a liar either. That’s why he even liked you so much in the first place. Or was. Until now.

It’s just- in Bakugou’s humble, yet self-decreed correct opinion, Denki was a idiot. Not just an idiot either, no, Denki Kaminari was a certifiable moron. An absolute blockhead who fried his own brain on the daily, for entertainment, and only had half a brain cell when Kirishima lent him one. This was Bakugou’s personal theory from the day he met the blonde, and so by that logic, obviously it was correct. Especially because Bakugou was never wrong, has never been wrong, not once in his-

That’s not the argument here. What is the argument here- what is the nagging, disgusting little problem digging away at Bakugou’s side, is how you’re currently breaking all his trust in you and lying and telling blatant fibs all over the common room.

He was currently sitting in the kitchen, scowling and muttering expletives into the table as he finished up assignments. You were supposed to be sitting across from Bakugou, where he could see you and talk to you and get started on schoolwork with you. In peace. But then the idiot walked in, loud and shouting, showing off a new ‘trick’ with all the grace of a legless deer. But it worked! Somehow Denki stole you away into the common room, far away from Bakugou, and instead tricked you into spending your time goofing off. Instead of studying like you promised!

You broke a promise, which meant you lied, in Bakugou’s eyes, and that was just plain unacceptable. What made it even worse though, what really put a giant stain all over Bakugou’s perfect afternoon, was that you did it with Denki Kaminari! Of all fucking people.

“Denki!” You cheer, cheeks red and ruddy from smiling all afternoon. “That was so cool! Do it again!”

Bakugou rolled his eyes. Another lie. You were obviously lying, because it, Denki- was not cool. He was not cool whatsoever, not even when he hung around Bakugou, so you were obviously lying. All the idiot was doing was making his hair stand on end- using his quirk to create static hair-dos like a dunce and you were laughing at it? Impressed by it?

No. No- clearly, clearly you were lying, or suffering from brain damage because someone hit you over the head which seemed unlikely because Bakugou’s been watching you all day and he’s fast, so fast and so strong and so capable, way more capable than fucking Denki, and cool too, so cool and he would’ve stopped that before it-

Again. Not the point.

“Look! Y/n,” Denki suddenly yells and Bakugou thinks he sounds like screeching hellspawn. “Guess who I am? Look! Guess!”

Oh.

Oh, okay. So Denki wasn’t just stupid- he must’ve been brain-dead and asking to be real dead because there he was, smiling like an idiot with his hair spiked up like Bakugou’s! Ruining Bakugou’s carefully-crafted and cool style- clouding it and smothering it in utter incompetence and a complete lack of higher brain function.

This just wouldn’t stand- not in Bakugou’s fucking common room.

“Dunce face! Better say your goddamn prayers, bitch!” Bakugou roars, tearing through the kitchen and into common room. “Swear to fucking god I’m gonna murder you!”

“Heyyyy, b-buddy.” Denki’s up and running, hiding around the opposite end of the couch as he holds up a placating hand. “I was just- it’s a joke! A joke, you know?”

“No I fucking don’t know, you absolute idiot!” Bakugou screams, chasing him down with explosions igniting. “It’s not fuckin’ funny! You havin’ the fuckin’ nerve to mock me like you’re not the single stupidest organism on the entire fucking planet! You’re a fuckin’ stain, you imbecile!”

Bakugou’s feeling good- feeling alive and fiery and carnivorous as he rounds on Denki. As he backs Denki into a corner, like he knew he would, since the blonde is quite literally the stupidest person Bakugou can think of. Bakugou raises his hand, nitroglycerin gathering in his palms. Denki screams. Like an absolute bitch.

“Y/n!” Denki wails. “Help me! Call somebody! Get Aizawa- I’m gonna die! I’m gonna die and get blown up and get-“

Bakugou ignites the gel waiting in his palms. Noise and chaos and Denki’s girlish screams fill the room. It smells like burning and soot and fire and then? The smoke clears- the smoke clears and Denki is still fucking talking.

“Y-you, you burnt my hair off! Bakugou!” He screeches, grabbing at fistfuls of his charred hair. “How- I- why, man?”

“Because I’m sick of your fuckin’ idiotic tricks!” Bakugou screams from above him, his spit covering nearly every surface of surrounding area, “And now you look as fuckin’ stupid as you act, idiot. Serves you fuckin’ right!”

Denki wails again. He’s beside himself and skitters away, tail between his foolish legs, towards the nearest bathroom to check the damage. He’s out of the room in seconds. Out of Bakugou’s sight- good.

Bakugou walks away triumphant, leaving behind a crime scene of fried hair and Denki’s soot-backed, cowering, outline on the wall. All is suddenly right in the world of Katsuki, and he takes a victory lap back towards the kitchen.

“You didn’t have to do all that, you know.” You say, leaning against the kitchen door frame. “I would’ve come back eventually.”

“I-I didn’t- he fuckin’ deserved it for makin’ fun of me!” Bakugou yells, turning his face away to hide his blush. “It was for me, you shitty woman! Why the fuck would I have-“

“Mhm.” You nod, before giving a quick sign. “See that’s kind of a shame though, because if it was for me, I would be super proud of the winner. I have a real thing for winners, you know, an-“

“I won!”

“What’s that, blasty?”

“I said- I said I fuckin’ won! You were there! You fuckin’ saw it with your own shitty eyes!” Bakugou is red in face now, hands clenched into fists. “I won- I killed him! Just like I said!”

“You fried his hair.”

“Whatever- who fuckin’ cares! He still lost! I won!”

“Yeah, I guess you did.” You walk closer to him, taking his clenched fists into your hands. “Now stop being so pouty and mad, will you? You won, and it’s over, and you’re still the one who wanted to keep us a secret, remember?”

“Yeah! Because of idiot’s like him- always fuckin’ runnin’ his mouth and sayin’ shit! I don’t wanna deal with it!”

“Alright then, Katsu. I get it. Calm down.” You soothe, running your finger through his hair. He leans into your touch. “Besides, I like you and your hair better, so no need to get so jealou-“

“Who said I was fuckin’ jealous, hah?” Bakugou screams. “I didn’t! I wasn’t! I’ve never been jealous, that’s fucking stupid, something stupid people do, and I’m not stupid! I don’t do it and-“

You just laugh, pressing a kiss into his hair as he screams.

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violetwolfraven · 3 years

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Hi uhh i request some ikeshot:D with “well , hello sleeping beauty . you fell asleep on me ..” and “i’m sorry to wake you up , but i really need someone to talk to .” take your time btw. I know how hard it is to write when mental illness and school is constantly kicking your butt. Love you lots bro!!

Ily too Rai! Let’s do some soft canon era bois, taking place a little over a year after the strike. I haven’t written anything from Hotshot’s perspective yet, so I’ll try that for this!

Tw: non-graphic stab wound, teenagers mentioning sex the way teenagers do, implied period-typical homophobia.

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Hotshot wasn’t the kind of idealistic kid to believe in magic, or fairytales. He knew ‘happily ever after’ didn’t exist in real life and pretending these things ever really happened was just setting yourself up for disappointment.

But looking at the boy dozing on his chest might make him think twice.

And that scared the hell out of him.

Ike had entered his life by mistake and stayed there out of spite, and Hotshot didn’t by any means want him gone, but it did scare him how much that Manhattan boy had changed things.

Before, he’d always had this anger burning at his insides, always ready to jump out and hurt someone. More than once, it had hurt someone. Hotshot had hurt a lot of people. Spot had even had to stop him from killing someone once, and even after the lecture on how killing was never worth it if you can avoid it, never, it hadn’t really sunk in how the other Brooklyn kids were prone to violence, too, but not as much as him.

He’d never known how to explain that if he didn’t hurt other people, the hurt inside him never stopped even for a second. Fights were the only kind of distraction that worked, and consciously Hotshot had known how that mentality wasn’t sustainable, but been too dependent on it to stop.

But Ike... that annoying little shit was a different kind of fight, in some ways. He was probably the only one besides Spot that wasn’t even a little scared of Hotshot, and never had been. He liked to start stupid little arguments for no reason and altogether give Hotshot grief, but he’d back off if a topic was too sensitive. Talking to him relieved pressure, somehow. Gave that burning feeling somewhere to escape, but without hurting anyone.

Hotshot ended up in fights a lot less lately. The Littles were less wary about sneaking up on him. In general, his relationships with his friends were... better might be the wrong word, because things weren’t bad before, but the others were definitely less careful around him now, no longer seeming afraid he’d soak them for something stupid.

The fact that all that was because of Ike, it was... a little daunting. There was something magic about that. There was something magic about him.

It had hit Hotshot like a steam engine to the chest months ago that he was pretty sure he was in love with this boy, but he felt it in moments like this. The kind of softness of just taking advantage of an empty Lodging House to just share warmth and be close to one another.

The kind of softness that Hotshot had never experienced before, because he’d never really experienced love before.

It scared him a little that he didn’t know what love felt like, but he’d been calling what he felt for Ike ‘love’ in his head because it felt like what the other kids said love was like on the rare occasion they talked about that stuff.

He and Ike had never talked about it, and...

And Hotshot felt a sudden jolt of panic at how they probably should, because of why they even were in the Lodging House alone together today.

It was because Brooklyn had (of course) gotten in a territory dispute, and they’d had a rumble over it last night, and even though the deal had been that neither side would use weapons, Hotshot had somehow gotten stabbed in the side. No one would fess up, so neither side was sure by who.

The wound wasn’t especially deep, but it had bled a lot. It was bad enough that Spot had made Joey watch all the Littles to make sure none of them came in and saw it. If he didn’t know any better, Hotshot could have sworn their fearless leader was actually, legitimately scared for him.

He was fine now, they were pretty sure. Or, fine enough that he wasn’t bleeding anymore and it only hurt a little if he didn’t move too much.

But according to Vince’s grim statement earlier, all the older kids had thought he was going to die that night.

Which was why Spot had sent someone over to get Ike, knowing Hotshot would listen and actually stay in bed if it was him asking.

They were in the king’s private room, though Hotshot wasn’t sure how Spot had known the privacy might be a safe bet. He and Ike definitely hung out a lot, kind of flirted, cuddled sometimes, and whenever the Manhattan boy slept over, he slept in Hotshot’s bed, but they’d never actually done anything. They’d never had a talk about what they were, let alone Hotshot having told Spot about whatever it was.

That was what was making him so anxious now; the thought that they’d never talked about it. It had taken him until now to process the fact that he’d almost died last night, and it was really freaking him out that that had almost happened before...

Well, before a lot of things. Hotshot was only 15. There was shit he wanted to do. But the one he was thinking about right now was how he really needed to ask Ike exactly what their relationship was.

He felt warm and looked peaceful, where he was curled up against Hotshot’s left side to avoid the stab wound in his right. His head on his chest, making sure he stayed down and didn’t try to go selling.

As much as it pained him to disturb the peace on Ike’s face, Hotshot shook him awake.

He stirred immediately, and that sleepy expression caused a bloom of warmth in Hotshot’s heart.

“What? What happened?”

“Well, hello, sleeping beauty,” he joked, unable to stop himself from smiling, “You fell asleep on me. Welcome back to the land of the conscious.”

“Right,” Ike propped himself up with his elbow, “We was talkin’ ‘bout... what were we talkin’ ‘bout again? How long was I out?”

“A while.”

“Shit. You weren’t too bored without me to talk to, were ya?”

“Nah, I was fine,” Hotshot assured him, “I can survive a couple hours without ya, believe it or not.”

Ike chuckled, “Coulda fooled me.”

His voice wasn’t quite light as his fingers brushed along the bandage over Hotshot’s stab wound.

Now or never. He needed to get up the courage to bring this up right now or he’d end up waiting God knew how long.

“I’m sorry to wake you up,” Hotshot blurted, “But I really need someone to talk to. I need to talk to you. You specifically.”

Ike looked slightly worried, but nodded, “Okay, what is it?”

Do it now. Just ask him. Stop stalling.

“What am I to you?” he asked cautiously, “Like, as in with you and me. What are we?”

Ike clearly hadn’t been expecting that question, because he froze up for a second before trying to fake nonchalance.

He shrugged, “What do you wanna be?”

This was the kind of fight Hotshot wasn’t good at. The kind where both of them were dancing around what they actually wanted to say, fighting only not to be hurt.

Screw it. He just needed to say it.

“Lovers?” he internally groaned at how uncertain it sounded, “Sweethearts. Dammit—whatever word ya wanna use, I... I like you a lot, Ike. I wanna be with you.”

“Yeah... it feels weird, callin’ it either of those things,” Ike admitted, “But I want... that, too. The whole bein’ together thing. You.”

He was blushing, and he looked like something out of a fairytale in the sunlight from the window above them.

He was definitely making Hotshot think twice about not believing in magic.

“Uh, good,” he stammered, realizing he should probably stop staring and say something, “Good to know we want the same thing. I just asked cause we ain’t ever talked ‘bout what we are before and I figured it was better to know. ‘Specially since I think Spot thinks we’re fucking.”

Ike laughed nervously, “I think Race thinks that, too. He gives me weird looks when we run into each other over here. But yeah, you’re right. It’s better to know.”

He laid back down, putting his head back on Hotshot’s chest.

Hotshot kind of hoped he couldn’t hear how it made his heart race.

“Finch says he got his name cause he shot a live finch out of his slingshot once. I don’t believe him.”

Hotshot laughed aloud, and tried not to wince too much at how his stab wound twinged.

“I heard ‘bout that. It’s actually true. Spot keeps tabs on all the newsies worth knowin’ ‘bout, and Finch is one of the few of you Manhattan boys that might actually be a threat in a fight.”

“Liar.”

“I’m not lyin’.”

“Not about Spot knowin’ shit ‘bout everybody, but there’s no way Finch shot a fuckin’ bird out of his slingshot.”

“I’m tellin’ ya he did.”

“Did not.”

Hotshot grinned. This kind of petty, pointless argument to pass the time was part of why he was pretty sure he loved this boy.

#newsies #ikeshot #hotshot newsies #ike newsies #spot conlon #brooklyn newsies #fluff #canon era #stab wound tw #injury tw #sex mention tw #period-typical homophobia tw #violet’s writing

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you-a-southpaw-doll · 4 years

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“...Step on a Fuckin’ LEGO!” ~ A Negan One-Shot

Summary: The reader is a soft-hearted, soft-spoken girl. Negan is...well...he’s Negan… That says it all right there. One day he pushes her too far, pissing her off. She yells the only threat she can think of at the Savior Leader.

Warning(s): Language. Negan tries to curb his language...kinda. Angst. Threats. Violence - by LEGOs. Negan being an ass. Sweet Negan. Caring Negan. Fluff. Happy ending. *No LEGO pieces were harmed in the making of this story (those damn things are damn near indestructible)...only Negan’s foot and maybe even his ego.*

Author’s Note(s): There is no worse, more insulting threat than telling someone to go step on a LEGO...especially barefoot. If you’ve ever had the misfortune to step on a LEGO, then you understand the pain that comes with it and the insult, which is most definitely a threat, is worse than telling someone to go fuck themselves. For the sake of this story, like always:

Y/N (Y/F/N) = Your Name (Your First Name)

Y/L/N = Your Last Name

Y/H/C = Your Hair Color

Y/E/C = Your Eye Color

Word Count: 3827 words!

Relationship(s): Negan x Reader. Melissa (OFC)/Ike (OMC) [Mother/Toddler Son]

Characters: Negan. Reader. Melissa (OFC). Ike (OMC). Saviors. Workers. Negan’s wives (Sherry, Amber, Tanya, and Frankie) but they aren’t really his wives in this story. Dwight. Mark.

Taglist: @negans-network @prettyboynegan @mychemicalimagines @spnnnxangelsx @rockinkel21 @misskittycat02 @band--psycho@ofxallxwexlost @iron-halt @thamberlinawrites @ravenwings73 @lettherebepink @stoneyggirl

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Story Time:

Reader’s P.O.V. ~ A Few Days Ago

“I HOPE YOU FUCKIN’ STEP ON A GODDAMN FUCKIN’ LEGO BAREFOOT, YOU FUCKIN’ ASSHOLE!!!”

The silence that immediately settled over the entirety of the Sanctuary at your words was deafening. You could feel all eyes on you and the man in front of you. Your body was trembling with anger and your hands were curling and uncurling into fists down by your sides as you stared, glaring up at the man not even a foot away.

Normally, you were calm, cool, and collected. You never raised your voice. Never hit anyone. Never hurt anything, unless you absolutely needed to and it was a life or death situation. Even then, you still didn’t like to cause harm. Despite this, you still made it as one of Negan’s best soldiers, a position you’d fought long and hard for.

Even though you were the way you were, everyone had a breaking point. And yours had come that day, just after you, Negan, and ‘bout 15 other men got back from a several day-long run. You snapped. You’d finally have enough. Enough of his shit. You didn’t care that he was the leader of the Sanctuary.

Didn’t care that you would probably be punished for yelling at the man, let alone threatening him. That didn’t matter anymore. Enough had been enough. Normally the tall man didn’t get on your nerves. You didn’t mind his sexual innuendos, his crass language, his cocky swagger. But, he’d taken it too far.

Negan’s eyes were wide and you could tell he was trying to figure out whether or not to be pissed off or just smirk and charm his way outta this. Finally, a smirk tugged on his lips, his beard not even bothering to hide it, as his tongue peeked out from between his lips. He raised an eyebrow as he just stared at you.

His muddy brown eyes swirled with amusement. You huffed and glared even more. You glanced around, briefly, looking at the folks who surrounded the both of you. A mixture of Saviors, some of Negan’s top men, and everyday workers. Everyone’s eyes were wide, breaths held as they all waited to see what would become of you.

The one who yelled and threatened the man in charge. The one who was always an angel, soft-spoken, caring, and gentle with everyone. You swore there were a few people, mostly those who’d had kids, or even been around young kids, at one point or another, before the world ended or now, who gasped at the words you hurled at Negan.

They knew what kinda pain you just threatened the boss man with. But...apparently not everyone did. Even though you had only threatened Negan by telling him you hoped he stepped on a LEGO...with no shoes on...it was the most painful thing you could come up with. You really didn’t want anyone harmed.

In any way what-so-ever. It didn’t matter if it was being stabbed, shot, bit by one of the dead, tortured, or anything else. Let alone a damn LEGO. You didn’t want to wish harm on anyone. The world was already shitty ‘nough as is. As your eyes met Negan’s once more, you could tell he was one of the ones who didn’t realize what you’d just wished upon him.

His deep laugh filled the silence as he tossed his head back, his body shaking with laughter. Several other Saviors, who didn’t realize the pain either, joined him in laughter. Negan’s tongue darted out and swiped along his bottom lip as his laughter died down and he looked back at you. That damn smirk still plastered on his stupid face...regardless of how handsome said face was.

“Awwww, look at that, Boss Man. Little girl can’t even come up with a decent threat!” One of the newest Saviors sneered before everyone started laughing again.

You watched as Negan’s eyes, briefly, flashed with anger and he waved a hand at the Savior, dismissing his comment, and everyone’s laughter, as his eyes stayed locked on yours.

“She’s too kind.” He responded, not once looking away. “I’m just proud she cussed with it.”

You huffed and stormed past him, slamming your shoulder into his arm as you did. He just chuckled and called after you.

“This ain’t fuckin’ over, sweetheart!”

It took everything in you not to pull one of his signature moves and flip him off as you left him. You just ignored him as you stormed to your room, slamming the door shut once you reached it. You stripped down outta what you were wearing and slipped on your favorite shirt, an old Rock n’ Roll tee from the early 2000s, that was three sizes too big and swallowed you whole, going down to your knees.

It was your husband’s and that was one reason why you loved it, on top of the fact that it was from your favorite band too.

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Negan’s P.O.V. ~ Now

It’s been three days since you threatened me. Three days in which you haven’t even looked at me, talked to me, or even acknowledged my existence. I must’ve really pissed you off, and I didn’t mean to. I had just been joking ‘round with you, trying to make you smile. I sigh as I walk down to the little classroom on the bottom floor of the Sanctuary.

I needed a moment to relax and seeing the youngins that lived in the Sanctuary always helped with that. Slipping off my boots once I enter the room, as per the rules of the teacher, a young woman named Melissa, I tuck them by the wall and door. I drape my leather jacket over my boots, covering Lucille with it as I do.

No point in scaring the kids.

Looking ‘round the room, I notice that there are only two people in the classroom. Melissa and her little boy, Issac, or as he likes to be called, Ike. He’s only two years old, but he’s strong-willed and absolutely adorable. I guess I missed all the other kids since it is later in the afternoon. Mel must’ve already dismissed them right after dinner.

I shrug to myself and then smile when I hear Ike squeal.

“Neeeeeeeeeeeeeegs!”

I laugh at the little boy’s excitement. “Hi, bud. You having fun? Playing with your mommy and…” I look at what they’re playing with. “LEGOs?”

Ike giggles and nods. “Ea!!”

He pats the small, racetrack kid’s carpet he’s sitting on. Chuckling, I take the hint and walk over to him, my sock covered feet almost slipping on the smooth concrete floor. I make it over to him and Mel in one piece without falling on my ass. Ike giggles as I go to cross my ankles, so I can take a seat next to him.

However, I don’t look as I move my feet and within a few seconds, my entire foot erupts in the most excruciating pain I’ve ever felt. And that’s saying something considering I’ve been hit in the crotch a few too many times in my life. Hopping ‘round on one foot, I reach down, grabbing my injured one.

“Son of a fu-” My eyes meet Mel’s and the cuss word suddenly cuts off in my throat. “Fudge maker!”

I end up falling on my ass, landing on a few more pieces of the building toys. I bite my lip to keep from cussing up a storm like I want to. The pain fuckin’ hurts. My foot and my ass now hurt. Ike squeals with giggles as he shakes his head, clearly enjoying the show I’m putting on. Mel is trying not to giggle and I can tell, despite her covering her mouth with her hand.

I try to shift to the side a little to at least get the LEGO bricks outta my ass, knowing I’ll surely have little brick-shaped, indented bruises on my asscheeks. After a few moments of wiggling around, I finally get off the LEGOs and pant.

“That hurt!”

Ike and Mel both giggle and shake their heads. Ike climbs up in my lap, and pats my head, kissing my cheek. I’ve seen Mel do that a few times whenever Ike gets hurt, and I realize that it’s his way of ‘healing my boo-boos’. A smile lifts my lips and I shake my head, rubbing my foot with one hand as my other hand goes to Ike’s back to make sure he doesn’t fall off my lap.

“Thanks, little man.” I murmur.

Ike smiles proudly and nods fast. He kisses my cheek again and then turns ‘round in my lap, getting comfy before leaning down to play with the LEGOs some more. He’s obviously no longer interested in the fact that I got hurt. He’s off in his own little world, and that’s ok. I play with his hair, subconsciously, as I try to forget ‘bout the pain in my ass and foot, and look at Mel.

She’s smirking.

“What?” I ask.

Her smirk grows. “Guess Y/N’s threat came true.”

My eyes widen. “Fu-udge!”

She laughs. “Don’t make her mad, Negan.”

“I didn’t even think it was that serious! I mean...a LEGO? Really? She hoped I stepped on one, barefoot? I figured that wasn’t that painful. I mean, she’s so sweet. And it’s a da-ng kid’s toy!”

“Thanks for watching your language ‘round him. He’s already said the F word, trying to be like you.” Mel sighs, playfully.

“My bad, Mel.”

I have the grace to look a little embarrassed. She giggles and shakes her head.

“But, in all seriousness. Y/N is sweet...but even still...she’s got a breaking point...and after what you said to her...that was taking it too far. Even for you.” She explains.

I sigh as I fiddle with my sock. “Yea...I know...I was...I was just trying to cheer her up. You know I have a tendency to speak before I think.”

She nods and we continue talking for the next hour. During that time, Ike stops playing with his toys and curls up in my lap, even more, falling asleep. I just play with his hair and rub his back. I’ve always loved kids...even if I’ve never been able to have any of my own. And, Ike is kinda like my nephew in a way, even if I’m not related to him or Mel.

There’s still that bond there. Mel’s one of the few people I actually consider a friend. Twenty minutes after Ike’s fallen asleep and my ass is completely numb from sitting on the LEGOs and the concrete floor, Mel gently takes him, and I stand.

“You know what you need to do, Neegs. Go talk to her.” She says, giving me a pointed look.

I nod, knowing she’s right. She gives me a hug before leaving the classroom to go lay him down. I make my way over to my stuff by the door. My foot is still killing me, and it’s making me limp just a little. I decide to forgo putting my boots back on, taking a hold of them with my jacket and Lucille tucked under my arm.

I walk down the hallways and up to the door I know you’re behind. Taking a deep breath, I knock on it three times.

“Go away!” You holler from the other side.

Shaking my head, I gently open the door and step inside. “Sweetheart?”

My eyes search the room until I find you curled up in the bed. Your eyes meet mine and you turn over on your side, facing away from me, grunting in protest at seeing me. I close the door, set my boots, jacket, and Lucille down, and walk over to the side of the bed you’re facing, a limp still slightly present.

Fuckin’ LEGOs. Carefully kneeling down so I’m in front of you, I tuck a strand of (Y/H/C) hair behind your ear.

“Sweetheart...I’m sorry. I was an ass.” I start.

You sigh and roll your eyes, looking anywhere but at me.

“You know...outta all the times I’ve ever been threatened....yours was the only one that’s ever been followed through.”

This gets your attention and a smile spreads across your face as you try not to giggle and your eyes widen.

“Really?” You whisper.

I nod. “Mmhhmm...Fuckin’ LEGOs hurt when you step on them...and I’m pretty sure I’m gonna have several LEGO shaped bruises on my right asscheek for the next couple weeks.”

You crack up laughing at that, your hand flying up to cover your mouth as you shake your head.

“I don’t believe you.”

I laugh. “You wanna see? I’ll show you my ass right here, right now. It’s true.”

I stand and start to unbuckle my belts and pants, keeping my eyes on yours. You sit up and watch. I shake my head, smirking. I should’ve known that you’d actually want to see. Turning ‘round so my ass is facing you, I drop my pants down to my thighs, not even worrying ‘bout boxers since I went to commando today.

Your laugh cuts through the room, and even though, hearing you laugh is worth it. I feel your hand reach out and smack my ass, right over the spot that has the LEGO impressions. I jump and let out a quiet squeak and turn ‘round, playfully glaring at you, tugging my pants back up and buckling them and my belts.

“Told you. And, that fuckin’ hurt.”

You giggle. “Sorry, not sorry. What you said to me a few days ago. That hurt. That smack was payback.”

I bite my lip. That’s fair, I suppose. I sit on the bed, well more like I lounge on it, keeping my ass off the bed, and look at you for a brief moment before dropping my gaze. My fingers play with the comforter, and I watch them before finally looking up at you.

“I’m sorry. I really fuckin’ am. I took it too far and I shouldn’t have. I just wanted to make you smile. I know you’ve been having a rough couple of weeks and you wouldn’t tell me ‘bout it. I shouldn’t have joked like that. And I’m sorry. I’ve been kicking my own ass for the last several days ‘cause of what I said.” I swallow deeply as the last word leaves my lips.

“That just hit too close to home...and I was working on something to surprise you and that...it...you ruined the surprise by saying what you did. I shouldn’t have threatened you or yelled at you in front of your men, and I’m sorry ‘bout that, but I was just so pissed off.” Your eyes meet mine. “You know I’d never actually want you to get hurt.”

I reach over and take your hand in mine, rubbing my thumb over your knuckles.

“I know, baby. I know. And, you know you’re the only one who can get away with yelling at me like that…’cept for maybe Ike. That kid could murder someone and I wouldn’t punish him.” I chuckle and bring your hand up to softly brush my lips across your knuckles. “I’m sorry, baby. Forgive me?”

You sigh and I smile as I hear the playfulness in it.

“I suppose I could...but only because I love the father of my child.”

My brow furrows. “What?”

You smirk and your eyes light up. “You heard me, Boss Man.”

“I know I heard you...but what? Father of your child? Baby, I’m the only one you love.”

“Mmmm...not anymore. I love someone else.”

My heart breaks despite my brain vaguely processing the teasing tone of your voice.

“S-s-someone else?” I whisper, my heart racing in my chest as it feels like an elephant just sat on top of me.

You grin and nod. “Mmhhmm.”

“Who the fuck is he? I’ll…”

My words die off in my throat. I could never harm anything or anyone that made you happy. I slowly lower your hand and go back to picking at the fuzz on the blanket.

“I don’t want you to leave me...but if...if he...if he makes you happy...then...I guess I’ll just have to deal with it.” I mumble, no longer confident, cocky, or any of my usual self. “Just...can I at least meet the guy who’s stealing my wife away?”

My voice threatens to crack as I ask that. I’ve loved you for years. Since Lucille passed away. You were always there for me after I lost her. After she died...you were there to pick up the shattered pieces of my heart. And while it took me a while to let you in...I eventually did. I fell. Hard and fast. For you. We ended our old life, our old world together and started our new one, in this new fucked up world, together.

Almost a year after Lucille passed, and the dead started walking, we ran across a dying priest who could tell we were in love and offered to marry us in exchange for us putting him outta his misery before he could die from the walker bite on his shoulder. We’d decided then and there, almost like a spur of the moment “Let’s go to Vegas and get married” decision, to take him up on his offer.

He wanted to do one last good thing before he died. With his last few breaths of life, he’d pronounced us man and wife. I’d slid my knife out and gently put the old man outta his misery and thanked him for what he’d done for us. You and I were married and we left to find somewhere safe. That was when we’d stumbled across the Sanctuary.

We turned it into our home, had our “honeymoon”, and started our married life together. I took over as leader and you were my Queen. Was and always will be. Yes, I had a “harem” of four women, but they were all women I’d taken in at your insistence. I never fucked them.

Never touched them unless it was a comforting hug when they were having a rough day.

Never looked at them more than the way an older, protective brother looks at his younger sisters, making sure they’re ok.

You were all I wanted and all I needed. I only did it to make you happy and because you’d explained that they wouldn’t survive on their own out there. I took them in, protected them, and gave them everything they wanted. I even allowed them to have a relationship with whoever they wanted, as long as they were discreet.

Sherry had Dwight, her husband from before. Amber had Mark, a boyfriend that I couldn’t remember if he was before or not. Tanya and Frankie ended up together which was good for them since they were both unable to be themselves and express who they wanted to be with before the world ended.

I just didn’t want them to get hurt. I came to care for them like the sisters I’d never had growing up. And you did too. As the years passed and the population of the Sanctuary grew, you stayed by my side, and we ruled together. You were the lightness to my darkness. The Yin to my Yang. Fuck all those cliches; they were true. You -

“Negan Alexander Morgan.”

Your voice cuts off my thoughts and I slowly lift my head and look at you, biting my lip, begging the tears in my eyes not to fall. You’re the only one who gets to see me like this. I swallow deeply and lean into your touch as you place your palm against my cheek. I close my eyes and try to savor the feeling of your hand against my skin.

“I’m not leaving you.”

My eyes fly open as I look at you, confused. “But…you said you love someone else…?”

You nod and softly stroke your thumb back and forth over my cheekbone, just under my eye.

“I do. And, I know you’ll love them too. As for meeting them...well..that’s gonna have to wait ‘bout another 7 months or so.” You smile.

“Why...why do I have to wait so long? How do you know I’ll love them?”

You reach your other hand forward, taking mine in yours and drag it over to your tummy. You place my fingers flat against your stomach over my old band t-shirt. I blink several times, still confused as fuck.

“Negan. I know you’re gonna love them…‘cause you love any kid and you always said you’d love your own.”

My eyes widen and I sit up quickly as I finally process what you’re saying. Keeping my hand on your tummy, my eyes meet yours.

“You...we...there’s...a baby?” I stumble over my words.

You giggle and nod. “Mmhhmm. Carson confirmed it last week. I haven’t been feeling well ‘cause mornin’ sickness has been kicking my ass. And I was gonna surprise you when we got home from the run...but you and your damn mouth ruined it.”

I swallow deeply. “I”m so, so fuckin’ sorry, baby.”

“I know. And, you can stop apologizing. You’re forgiven.”

I lean forward and kiss you softly, murmuring against your lips. “You’re too good for me, (Y/N).”

You giggle and shake your head. “No, Negan. You’re too good for me. And you’re gonna be a damn good father too.”

I smile and kiss you again before resting my forehead against yours. My fingers stroke your tummy gently.

“Well...as the father of your...our child...I have one stipulation for the kid. He can have whatever he fuckin’ wants and I’ll die trying to get it for him.”

You playfully swat my shoulder. “Shut up, old man. You ain’t dying till you’re good and ready. You wear a leather jacket, you have Lucille, and your nutsack is made of steel, so you ain’t dying for at least another 50 years. You’ll be over 100 before you do.”

I laugh and kiss your head. “My nutsack is strong!…’specially considering I finally knocked you up! And, I ain’t an old man! I’m only 52!”

You laugh and roll your eyes. “Shut up, babe. What’s your stipulation for our child?”

I smirk. “No fuckin’ LEGOs. He can have anything else in the world. But no fuckin’ LEGOs. My foot and ass are gonna hurt for days.”

You giggle. “Awwwww. Poor baby! Do I need to kiss it and make it feel better?”

I laugh. “You wanna kiss my ass, babygirl, you go right ahead. But our kid ain’t getting LEGOs. Those fuckers hurt. And remind me to never piss you off again. Your threats are violent.”

“You love me anyway!”

I grin. “Yea. I do love you. That much is abso-fuckin’-lutely true!”

#...Step on a Fuckin' LEGO!#Negan One-Shot #Negan Fluff #Negan Angst #Negan x Reader #Negan with a happy ending!#Negan being an ass #Sweet Negan #Gentle Negan #Caring Negan #Nice Negan #Jeffrey Dean Morgan Fluff #Jeffrey Dean Morgan Angst #JDM Fluff #JDM Angst #The Walking Dead Angst #The Walking Dead Fluff #TWD Fluff #TWD Angst

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Culture, parallels & meta - S2 E6

Zaterdag 18:12

C is for culture: “Because we’re going to Angèle” - Angèle is a Belgian singer-songwriter. She's one of the biggest breakout acts in French and Belgian pop, with the hit ‘Tout oublier’ ft. her brother 'Roméo Elvis'. In April 2020, she performed for ‘One World: Together At Home’, the global broadcast to support healthcare workers and the WHO for COVID 19, hosted by Lady Gaga.

Hello from the outside: The singer did have a concert in ‘Vorst Nationaal’ Brussels that night, which the actresses both attended and put on their characters’ insta.

Perfect parallel: Zoë jokingly saying “I started being afraid that you thought we were official or something” in a previous episode, Jana’s sarcastic “There is nothing going on between you two anyway” now.

Blink-and-y’ll-miss-it: Zoë has a vintage tin box on her desk.

Zondag 11:53

C is for culture: “When I arrived back at the polling station, ..." - In Belgium, voting is mandatory for anyone of legal age and Belgian nationality. Not showing up for polling station duty or voting itself, could cost you a fine or even a lawsuit. Exceptions are illnesses, working abroad, being jailed, etc. The election always happens on a Sunday morning, so that (almost) everyone can cast a vote on a non-working day. Due to the complex political system, some elections are grouped together. Every five years, it’s the one for the European parliament, the Federal government and the regional governments (Flanders, Wallonia, Brussels). Every six years, the municipal and provincial council election. It’s entirely possible to vote ‘blanc’ if you want to, then it simply doesn’t count.

Perfect parallel: Zoë asking for a break in their relationship in the exact same spot as the start of it - their first kiss in an earlier one.

That’s character: Throughout the seasons, Senne has shown that he has got some anger issues. Whenever he feels frustrated, scared or incapable of things, it often results into physical violence. From slamming doors and punching walls to threatening Viktor with a knife. This is a consequence of his own insecurity. He often feels incompetent about the situation he’s put in (due to his past) and wants to change that by ‘being the bigger (tougher) guy’.

Hello from the outside: After this whole Zoënne ordeal, Jens posted a picture to his insta claiming that he ‘lost his bike last night due to heavy drinking’. He provided a vague location and the fact that his number was attached to it. This resulted in an actual search for the fans around Antwerp. Eventually, someone found it, called the number and the actor Nathan Bouts showed up to collect.

Maandag 10:14

Perfect parallel/Funny coincidence: The principal thinking about cancelling FreeFest due to the Beat Boys’ violence in S2, then cancelling it due to COVID-19 in wtFOCKDOWN.

Oopsie: You can clearly see that Senne’s black eye is smudged with white make-up at the borders, making the whole thing look fake.

Blink-and-y’ll-miss-it: Zoë mouthing ‘Wat?’ (= What?) to Jana, her answering ‘Ik weet niet’ (= I don’t know).

Bonus: The fact that they put ‘Sound of da police’ by KRS-One underneath the image of the police officers going outside. Brilliant!

Dinsdag 13:50

Perfect parallel:

Zoë having a conversation about what to do with Senne in the same classroom as her making up with him in an earlier episode.

Yasmina vaguely revealing a (former) crush in this episode and later on in S2, Robbe trying to pry information out of her about that someone, without result, in wtFOCKDOWN.

How ‘meta’ of you: Yasmina saying “That I have to wait” about the feelings for the boy, but it’s also a hint that we have to wait for her season to explore that storyline.

Blink-and-y’ll-miss-it: Senne gifts her a ‘Huawei Psmart 2019′. Zoë needs to finish her Biology report, as the subject is a red thread in this season like Psychics was Jana’s.

Woensdag 13:45

Perfect parallel: Milan saying “I think you’re looking for excuses to be angry at Senne” in this episode and Zoë doing exactly that in the episodes before their first kiss.

Lost in translation: Milan saying “Dat is geen huiswerkge-ijsbeer. Dat is boyfriendgebanjer”. The words ‘ijsberen’ and ‘banjeren’ both mean nervously pacing around, but the last one is only used in the Netherlands. Milan wants to make an alliteration, so he chooses that to rhyme with ‘boyfriend’.

Blink-and-y’ll-miss-it: Some of the Grindr profile names include ‘Power bottom XL’ and ‘Sex now’.

Donderdag 13:45

C is for culture: Why aren’t Zoë and Amber in school on a Thursday? Well, it’s the holiday weekend of ‘the Ascension of Our Lord into Heaven’. In Belgium, when a holiday falls on a Tuesday or Thursday, the schools and some companies have an extra day off in between that holiday and the weekend, thus extending the weekend.

Perfect parallel: Zoë confessing her relationship with Senne to Amber in S2, in the same location as Jens confessing to Jana that he smokes weed in S1.

Blink-and-y’ll-miss-it: The coffee cups have the sentence 'I’M a big HOT cup' on them and are instantly forgotten during their conversation.

Vrijdag 21:42

That’s character: Viktor’s manipulative behavior is starting to get apparent here. At first, he’s being nice, offers help and invites her in. Then he throws her off by saying things like “Did Senne tell you that? Typical”, “Our Senne doesn’t like it when his friends get to know his family” and “And I don’t think he’ll be sleeping alone either”, while he acts like he’s doubting, insecure and wounded.

Blink-and-y’ll-miss-it: The hardened look on his face right before he calls Senne, a sudden change from his (fake) nice face.

Vrijdag 21:53

That’s character: Senne’s big brother keeps controlling this entire conversation, not only by the words he’s saying, but also his body language and timing. He already gained some trust in the previous clip, by helping her out and acting innocent. Now he put a glass of wine in her hand, compliments her, waits for the moment that she’ll ask more about Senne and makes up a sob story. Then he digs into Zoë’s insecurity by stating "He saw a lot of women trying to change him and getting hurt". At the end, adding the final blow to make her believe that he’s cheating. And viola, Viktor has an intoxicated victim he can prey on.

Perfect parallel: Viktor lying that Senne has an undiagnosed MI, doesn’t want people to find out and that all sorts of women tried to change him in S2, while Sander actually has an MI, wás scared that Robbe found out and Britt somewhat tries to change him in S3.

Blink-and-y’ll-miss-it: Zoë doing shots of ‘Pisang’.

#wtfock #wtfam #cpm rewatch #skam #skam belgium #also waw i forgot how good of an actor Jonathan was as Viktor

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steponmepinkjun · 3 years

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FELIX BI ANON HERE AND I AM ABSOLUTELY ROLLING your reaction made me laugh way too hard omg. ok if you'd been a stay for a while it's an ongoing gag that every australian knows a guy who knows a guy who knows felix. we dont know if Half the shit is true or not (i have some... Very Interesting claims i've heard, but never directly from the people who knew him themselves... i do believe them tho, knowing him and his predebut pics lmAOOo) but like just abt every aussie stay knows someone at this point, so yeah it Is just your average tuesday here LMAO

abt me meeting him, it was when they came here to australia! i went to their concert and got vip tickets so we got to do the high-touch at the end, but it all happened so fast its kinda blurry. its like my brain just Cant Comprehend the beauty of those fine ass men up close so its just. a muddled blur. but it was hands down one of the best nights of my life, i managed to make our lixie laugh at the Dumbest joke known to man (dont ask im embarrassed) but its been two years and my soul hasnt returned to my body yet. that man's laugh? i want it tattooed inside my eardrums, please and thanks.

I DO NOT FOR THE LIFE OF ME REMEMBER HOW THEY SMELLED IM SORRY my nose is Very Bad i cannot smell things unless theyre like 2cm away from my nose and the whole arena kinda just smelled like sweat bc they set up the hi touch where the mosh pit was beforehand. i will give the insider stay knowledge tho that chris's cologne i believe is called eros or some shit? idr but ik its like $80 and according to the ppl whove sampled it, smells like "liquid heterosexuality." ill have to dig if u want me to find the exact cologne. ON THE OTHER HAND MINHO USES STRAIGHT UP FUCKING FEBREEZE which honestly just says plenty abt those two.

god i talk a lot i dont apologise tho bc theres more where that came from. anyway ur mum calling skz "our boys" is so precious and its hilarious that she roasts you like that LOL but pls. there are no bootleg felixs or chans to be found here. they were one of a kind, aussie blokes are... something else, in the most neutral sense of the word. either they're off the shits completely but its funny and theyre always down for a drink and a chat, or they WILL make you want to commit homicide but i suppose thats just men in general. they dont make men like chanlix no more and im upset abt it!! i aint living no fantasy i just went to [1] concert and my dumb ass bitch ass pea brain ass crusty motherfucker ass of a mind can barely remember. its tragic. im just waiting for them to come back for a take 2.

FIRST OF ALL BESTIE IF YOU DONT SPILL THOSE QUESTIONABLE LOCAL FELIX RUMORS...... like I need to know if any of my personal crackhead thoughts and impressions regarding The Felix™ are represented. Esp because I feel like every aussie bitch ever I ever encountered is the funniest bitch I ever met without even trying, like funny in a way I can't even put into words, yall just talk and I LIVE for it, I don't even need to know half of what the fuck yall talkin bout or get any of the references, I'm living from start to finish

Also I literally CRY thinking of Chan wearing Eros because I s2g at my last job I used to go downstairs to the men's cologne counter just to waste time and stare at the Resident Hot Lesbian and BRUHHHH...... All Versace scents are questionable cause they all smell like the morning after a Hot Girl Summer type excursion, that one night stand walk of shame didn't even make him wear a rubber type beat, you know? 😂 And Eros is very much That™ so like thinking of Chan wearing it is just like HOLD ON... WHEN DID THIS BECOME A WHORE HOUSE jduehajshdjajshdjsjsge 🤣 NO SHADE NO SHADE 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

The REAL shade of it all is that my motha even daring to make that comment is just... So pointed, because she KNOWS that even with the most busted, crusted, dusted, bootleg dreamworks DVD in a cracked jewel case type of knockoff counterfeit "if you squint real hard there's a resemblance I swear" type Bang Chan impersonator, the closest I could EVA get is thrown his discombobulated ass in the trunk of my car after giving him a throat-chop to discombobulate him, she KNOWS this, so it was RUUUUUUDE 😭😭😭

And but like I deadass live solely for the rare lil glimpse of the boys un-whitewashed..... It is my brains whole ass source of both dopamine and seratonin.......... they are obvi gorgeous literally any way but when you get to see their real skintones irl, melanin checked in and present, ugh it's just like (incomprehensible screeching) you know? They're literally perfect as is. I know it's a way more complicated issue than I could even begin to try to understand and I won't even attempt to speak on it, but sometimes I'm sad at how whitewashed they are in a lot of photos cause it's just like, you can't improve perfection, in my eyes at least, you know? Like the Cleo promos I just wanted to hurl a bottle of Lancome waterproof makeup remover like it was a molotov cocktail 😭 and the way they CLEARLY tried to contour Chan's nose to make it thinner n shit, oh bitch I was HEATED, I was like LEAVE HIS NOSE TF ALONE???? ITS LITERALLY PERFECT???? He doesn't need to have a thin crispy lil eurocentric button nose to be beautiful, god fuckin damn, leave that man be. They do look hellllllaaaaaaaaa pretty in every makeup look tho 😳 Ive been saying since my scene kid days, if men learned how to do makeup and have fun w it and respect it as an art form maybe they'd get more of the attention they want from women 🙊 OH and I absolutely fucking died when Felix was saying he wants to learn how to do makeup 🥺 my lil former makeup artist heart was JUMPIN, I was like BRUH I AM RIGHT HERE?????? I AM RIGHT HERE. RETURN MY CALLS SIR AND I WILL GIVE YOU WHOLE ASS TUTORIALS, DONT PLAY 😩 UGH I literally fantasize about doing some really avante garde makeup on Felix, his face is just so visually stunning but also dynamic, he has a perfect face for artistic, eccentric makeup looks, I would die to put him in some crazy early 2000's Galliano for Dior makeup looks. Or just anything where I could paint all his lil freckles like stars with the eye look reminiscent of clouds and the sky............ Since he did say "is anyone gonna have the whole universe in their eyes?" and then didn't wait for an answer 😪

#Not arcana #It's fine my world just revolves around these boys it's not a big deal #asksteppie #felix-bi-anon

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My Thoughts Rewatching TGWDLM and Black Friday:

*btw the section for tgwdlm is much shorter than the one for black friday because it’s less new so more people have already said almost all there is to say about it i guess*

The Guy Who Didn’t Like Musicals: - in the first scene the same phone rings about 32/33 times wow (i counted) - when charlotte is talking about sam singing in the shower, let it out plays real quiet and it's cool - i’ve always wondered what emma was gonna say before join us and die, and to me it seemed like she was gonna talk about paul’s crush on her and maybe reject him (she was acting remorseful, like she was sorry for being about to hurt his feelings maybe), idk if anyone tweeted nick lang about this yet but i wanna know - emma seems to jinx herself every time she says "we made it" or along those lines, like in the helicopter she says "we got outta there!" and before inevitable she says "paul! we made it!" - fuck nora :)

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Black Friday: - the sniggles deserve betterrrr also lauren sniggle <3 - mnfnmggghfht them <3 paulkinsss <3 - silent night playing while we enjoy paulkins - "oH SHIT A BABY" - emma has beanies shopping bags so she either still works there and brought snacks or she just went there with paul idk - paul like "it's christmas time in hatchetfield isn't that fun" and im having flashbacks - i love paul's awkwardness but emma, he's your boyfriend ok (ok? ok. ok.) - emma copying bae like - how does lauren turn into an entirely different person with emma and linda ik it's acting but I CAN'T ENVISION THEM TOGETHER AS THE SAME PERSON - if i think about videos and streams of lauren, it seems like emma's personality is kinda similar to lauren's own personality huh - i think this part with emma and paul is so funny not just cause them and their wonderful delivery but also cause the paulkins content is more condensed in smaller amounts of time since they aren't the protagonists anymore, so it's more funny at once, while tgwdlm is probably more funny in total but it's more spread out - i love emma’s adorable laugh snort thing when tom tells her about the surprise it's so lovable <3 - tom just getting in emma's face when he says "he was sledding. WITH HIS MOTHER" ;-; - they just sneak off while tom sings like - what if emma has a different hairstyle in each musical? anyway lauren is so pretty no matter what her hairstyle is but her hair looks even more amazing down in general, i should probably stop now or i'll keep rambling on about lauren - but like lauren and jon are so cool i'm just more attracted to lauren in general but they're probably my two favourite starkid and YES I AM BIASED, SO WHAT? - tom teleports to the parking lot of the mall during what tim wants - tom: what tim want? tim: JUST ASK ME WHAT I WANT - why does linda look over when sherman says "omg its becky barnes" like u just spoke to her and hate her guts lmao why do u care -adore me plays when linda belittles becky bout stanley -webby: hey hannah do the thing ethan's doing with his hands hannah: *does it and gets scolded* webby: *wHeEEeEzeee* - paul in wdywp "i want what everyone wants, money, a partner, kids someday, maybe.." and linda talking to wiley "i want what everyone wants, to be loved" - linda is holding one of her boots, why did one come off? the camera doesn't show below her waist while she's talking to wiley so idk - lauren lopez as jingle the elf doing a bugette voice is attractive as hell - tom: "i'd do anything for him" me: awwww thats sweet! tom: "even if it means pounding the guts outta some little twerp!" me: :/ - what would happen if tom managed to give the doll to tim? tom: take this doll son. tim: i don't want that lmao? tom: W-WHAT? tim: i want u but ur distant and sad now :c tom: :'o - sHE'S hEaVY! D: - do ya think it's a coincidence that wiley AND xander call the president the nickname howie? maybe xanders dead and this is a fake idk lol - the sniggles are still cute in made in america (especially lauren sniggle) and lauren looks so good with her hair like that actually her hair always looks good why DOES HER HAIR ALWAYS LOOK SO GOOD AND HER NOSE AND (this is just a rant about lauren now whoops) - at 1:42:55 when wiggly is talking to john the "look what happens nightmare time" riff (i think its a riff) plays hmmmmm; also someone else mentioned how the light in not your seed is green, so i think grace chasity (yeah apparently it’s chasity) is the connecting thread in all these things and since she is likely the protag in npmd its probably important. oh also maybe grace and jane are connected somehow? idk just trying to think of stuff that could be in npmd - when wiggly gasps after his hiccup laugh thing it's so uncomfortable and creepy i love it good job jon! - you have pOonies?? - i threw em in the FUCKING TRASH! - you killed the pOoNIES! -"she can go on her own" NO LEX HANNAH NEEDS YOU ;o; -lex: reach? like this? *gun flies towards her and smacks her in the nose* ARGH! - lex: patiently waiting for tom to finish singing - i remember something about either the song a meteor hits or just the wiggly jingle scratch track or something being to the tune of if i fail you, so thats cool - jon is so damn feral as gary and it's wonderful i'm having so much fun - gerald's such a good dramatic device - she's drunk AGAIN? what would you know about becky being drunk linda? im imagining drunk becky and linda talking in a bar idk how else linda would know about that eh - behold the wonderful shriek of lauren lopez - i can sing the range of adore me and califorMIA since im an alto and yet lauren can do her high octaves as well as my own comfotable octave she's just destroying the song wiggle and my belief in what singing ability i have with her TALENT!!! - *obnoxious laugh* bECkY BaRNeS! - lets just appreciate jon and lauren sneaking off stage and doing a quick change into their paul and emma outfits in like 40 SECONDS WHAT also everyone else saying their lines slower so they had more time to quick change - "taaahm?" (i love lauren's midwestern accent) - emma and tom never got to talk about jane :'( but also her grateful little smile when he says it and ghfighdfisdfskh emma and paul <3 - why does emma always want to go to hidgens tho lmao like how trustworthy is he really? aw but i guess emma doesn't have anyone else in hatchetfield except paul and jane's family :'( - PAUL SMILING AT EMMA TO COMFORT HER AWWWWWW I LOVE THEM SO MUCH (2:14:02) like i don't mind about how well lauren and jon know each other because their acting is so good that it gets me so invested in paulkins <333333333333333 - i wanna see the paulkins hug D:< i can just see emma in her cute ass bobble beanie hat thing coming over and then the camera pans away WHY - i love that at the end everyone's just squinting at the sky in confusion and paul's just doing a bug-eye face of shock like O-O - ok at the end of tgwdlm it was sad and scary that emma was still in character and screaming for help but i'm just imagining as everyone bows in a line emma just screaming and staggering around again even though this is black friday and it would be really weird but my brain's also weird - tim died alone in the car :( - fuck nora

#i'm sorry for this massive pile of word vomit #this really doesn't matter lol #tgwdlm #black friday musical #paulkins #starkid

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Hey, so ngl University got me hella stressed atm, i was wondering if i could get a oneshot with Daichi where their s/o is struggling with the uncertainty of university and are drowning in work? And he tries to like take her mind off it etc?? Just reallyyyt fluffy stuff feel free to roll with whatever your feeling! I really appreciate u thank u🥰🥺🥺

♤: aye aye sorry for hella late answer yeeee, hope you feel better soon

Daichi x Reader

Anime: Haikyuu!!

Genre: fluff

Warnings: cursing

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Fuck homework. Fuck this shit. When will teachers give us a goddamn break?? All week, every single fucking day, they give us homework that obviously can't be done in a fucking day. School ends at 7 fucking PM, and they give us what? 3 assignments per subject? And don't even get me started with fuckin English, that stupid Professor wants us to write 2 1000- worded essays? Are you for fucking real? And maths just looves to torture children who can't keep up. History is going to fucking end me, the teacher doesn't even want to discuss it properly because she keeps saying "You all need to learn to be responsible and independent" and shit.

You decided to stand up and actually do something despite there being like 8 more to go and it's fuckin 2 AM. You knew that ranting to yourself won't change anything, since there's no one really to talk to. Every college student is on their own, and helping someone will mean yOUR ass getting shouted on by the stupid ass teachers.

Your phone starts to ring.

Of course alot of people are still awake by now. No one barely gets sleep. You're lucky if you even get 30 minutes.. This fuckin university I fuckin swear I'll-

"Oh? Daichi? Why the fuck is he calling me at this time?" You ask yourself in surprise. You were confused. Daichi was never the type to get distracted especially now bc.. college.. plus he concentrates really hard on his studies. Damn I sure hope I also have the same patience he has. So getting a call from him this late plus all this fucCin homework, this is quite the surprise.

Turns out he was done [ ♤: ha. NeRD ]. And asked you if you needed any help. You were jealous of him, no, you ARE jealous of him.

How does he remain calm during college? Clearly every student is hella stressed and is on the verge of breaking like me.

The next day you arrive to School, it's the usual. All the students either face first on the table and snoring,or still doesn't have the will to continue on anymore. You're both.

"Uh, y/n,, wake up. Class is about to start. The teachers are gonna be mad again. I'm still trying to wake up the others who fell asleep." Says a familiar voice. You didn't have any energy to lift your head but it sounded like Daichi.

Mmmmmm of coursee, the teachers are going to get mAd because we fall asleep during classes yAY. Just what we all fuccin needed, another session of teachers screaming their vocal cords out for nothing and they know that this doesn't do any good. Students who're excited for school don't exist anymore, so they should stop getting their hopes high that we still have the will.

Math comes and shit. You were planning on doing math last, but you fell asleep on your desk this morning. You didn't have the homework to pass in. All you could think about was fuck I hope I'm not the only one. And you just jinxed yourself. Everyone planned on doing math first, and you were the only one who doesn't have anything to pass in. Just great. Like I didn't need more screaming. Just wow, as if I'm not getting anxiety from all this homework, now Im getting humiliation and private screaming from the teacher.

I wouldn't even elaborate what he said. It's what he says to the students who didn't do their homeworks, it's just the same. The usual "You should learn to be responsible for once!" No shit Bimbo.

You felt like disappearing. [ ♤: but ain't that what we feel on a daily basis? ]. It's a different kind of anxiety when you're being shouted at and everyone's either staring at you or minding their own businesses. And they say school is a place to make you feel comfortable and accepted. Amazing. After Class you didn't even feel like lifting your head for the next class. Actually, you just passed in the homeworks and placed your head on your desk. You were facing your right, where Daichi was seated. He was 2 seats away from you. You shot him a look that he understood quickly.

[ I was lucky enough for someone like Daichi to have mutual feelings for me honestly. Despite this hell of a School, we still have each others backs all the time. He was that one reason I still go to school. What worries me is that he's picked me up when I fall countless times, and I've barely helped him emotionally and mentally at all. Maybe I'm being to dependent on him... wow the teachers are right for once. ]

Holy shit finally fuckin lunch comes. Took that long enough.

You both climbed the stairs to the rooftop for lunch. I feel sick in my stomach.

You felt really sick and ill. You were on the verge of crying, and Daichi noticed.

"Hey, hey y/n, are you okay?" He said softly as he brushed your hair aside. You tried to keep it all in. You've been trying so fuccin hard to stay strong. You didn't want to break down, especially infront of him, because that'll just mean that he'll have to pick you up again.

"..." You stayed silent. You tried to avoid eye contact, which was hard because he had both his hands on your cheeks, trying to catch your eyes.

"Is this about awhile ago? Look, it's not your fault that they got mad for you not being able to do you homework. It happens to everyone, even to me. The pressure got to you and there was just too much work." He said. You couldn't pay any attention to what he was saying because the only thing on your head was to 'hold back'.

Fuck.. you bit your lip. Fuck fuck fuck fuck.. not now.. please.. don't let this happen now, not to him. I'd rather do this alone, but not now please.. hold back y/n.. please hold back.. please.. don't do this now. Hold back hold back hold back hold back hol-

Pathetic. You started to cry quietly, tears running down your cheeks. You were worried because your tears were making his hands, still cupped to your face, wet. But he didn't care. You started to cry a bit louder, your hands running through your own hair, covering your ears and eyes shut.

You felt someone's hands travel to your back and pulling to closer, your face then buried on his chest.

"Let it out. I'm here." He said. "I'm here to listen. Don't worry it's just the 2 of us here, so it's fine. Cry as loud as you want, say all what you want, I won't leave." His words slowly calmed you down overtime. One arm on your back and one hand on your head, your face on his chest. You started to not care getting his uniform wet. He pressed soft kisses on your forehead, and you understood what it all meant.

"I'm sorry. I'm really sorry for crying so suddenly. You've picked me up so much, and I've barely done anything for you. I'm.. sorry. I just-"

"And what makes you think that? Youre enough and you make me really happy okay? I can't really say that the school is wrong even if they are, but I'm here to comfort you okay? You can always open up to me. Regarding School, how 'bout I stay over to your dorm to help you with your homeworks and schoolwork in general? And we can open up to eachother too.." His voice trailed.

You felt bad making him deal with you being so pathetic and weak. Sure school sucks and you're sick and tired of it, but at least you both have a shoulder to lie on.

Whenever he stayed by your place, you'd sit on his lap while working on calculus lol. He also hugs you all the time when he notices you getting stress. He was also dependable when it comes to accidentally falling asleep and waking you up. You'd take small breaks when you finish a subject, like a long as heck hug or a nap. As time flew you sort of stopped cursing your school tho you still do it lol because he kept you calm and happy.

That day he started to stay in your dorm alot and with both of you helping each other, you got passed everything you thought was a job alone. You still get anxiety and other problems because of School, but at least now you knew, that There's someone to help you stand up again

There are also times that'd when you'd get way too pressured, he'd ask you to play something with him to keep your mind off school even for s short amount of time.

You were happy. He made you calm. You weren't afraid to open up to him anymore.

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Yeeeeeee sorry ik this is bad lol I'm not that good with comforting and stuff lol Also sorry bc it's short lmao

Aye aye feel free to request anything requests are still open lol

-♤

#haikyuu #haikyuu!!#hq #Sawamura Daichi #Daichi x reader #haikyuu Daichi #hq Daichi #haikyuu Daichi x reader #hq Daichi x reader #haikyuu oneshots #asks #♤#yeE I'm not good in writing lol

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mearcatsreturns · 5 years

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Little Talk(s)

Breaking my fic silence with this Abby/Luka ficlet that’s an outtake from Wake Up (12x05), since we know Abby had to have told Luka bout Dubenko’s indecent proposal at some point.

Also on ao3. About 1200 words.

Abby just needs to grab her purse and stash her lab coat in her locker, and then she can finally go home. Ah, blissful home, where her bed is.

She strides into the lounge, intent on hurrying and not making small talk with anyone who might be in there—hey, it’s been a brutal twelve-hour shift—when she sees him.

Luka is sitting on one of the benches, head buried in his hands. He’s still here, hours after Blair’s condition deteriorated.

Hesitating, she makes up her mind after deliberating for a couple minutes.

She clears her throat, but it elicits no reaction. Is he asleep? Or does he just want to be alone? All too familiar with Luka’s (and hers, if she’s being honest) tendency toward isolation at the worst times, Abby goes up to him and places her hand on his shoulder.

“Luka?”

The sound of her voice finally has an effect, and he lifts his head to look at her. They’re almost the same height like this, her standing and him sitting. She has to remind herself that she can’t just lean over and brush his hair back and kiss his forehead, no matter how much she wants to and he seems to need it.

He tries to smile, but it’s more of a grimace. “You off?”

“Yeah, as soon as I get my stuff. I was just surprised you were still here.”

Luka makes a non-committal sound, and Abby tilts her head to the side, studying him. The tension, the redness around his eyes...yeah, she needs to do something. Taking a deep breath, she says, “I, um, I was going to stop by either Ike’s or the deli on the way to my place, though. If you want to join me. My treat.”

Biting his lip, he reaches up to his shoulder and covers the hand she didn’t realize was still there. He squeezes it once and lets go, looking at her inscrutably before finally nodding his assent.

Abby lets out an internal sigh of relief.

“I drove. Need a ride?” he asks.

With a smile, Abby pulls back her hand (which is tingling, weird) and pushes her hair back behind her ear. “Sure. So...deli or Ike’s?”

“I like that deli. I’m glad it’s still open.”

Wow, it’s probably been years since he’s been there, likely since they dated. If that doesn’t put her on a dangerous train of thought…

Shaking her head to dismiss those oh-too-tempting reminisces, she smiles at him. “Okay, well, let me grab my purse and put away this lab coat, and we can get going.”

&&&&

They’re sitting at her coffee table, finishing up their sandwiches. Luka is still subdued, and it’s unnerving Abby. After seeing him glum for so long, she’s gotten used to his quick smiles again over the last couple of months, and she doesn’t like seeing him like this.

Taking a drink of her coffee, she leans back into the cushions and studies him. He’s not even a seat-length away, so it takes very little effort to reach over and elbow him gently.

“So...did you want to hear about Dubenko trying to make me his concubine?”

His eyes light up with curiosity and glee. “I’ve never wanted anything more.”

“Oh, Jesus. It’s...well, you know how Lucien is out for a few weeks?”

“Lucien, eh? But yeah, I was actually talking to him for a few minutes, and he told me it was prostate cancer. I heard his procedure went well.”

Abby snorts. “Indeed. And please, I call everyone by their names. Except Morris.”

“Don’t let Morris know he’s special, it’ll get to his head.” Luka beams at her, clearly chuffed with himself.

She can’t help but giggle a little. “Yeah, yeah. Anyway, I found out about Dubenko’s diagnosis...oh, the day Blair arrived at County.” She regrets bringing Blair up the second Luka’s face falls.

“Oh, Luka, like I said earlier, there was nothing you could have done differently with Blair. There’s no way of knowing what made her regress, and from what I saw you went above and beyond.”

“I know, it just...well, you know how it goes.”

“Yeah.”

Clearing her throat, she continues. “Anyway, I saw him up in oncology when I was there with our BRCA lady. So the next time I saw him I asked if he wanted to talk over coffee or something.”

“Ah,” Luka says, sounding oddly pleased.

She’s relieved enough he’s not looking and sounding depressed that she can’t be bothered to figure out what he’s so satisfied about.

“Well, then we went to grab coffee, and he told me about his diagnosis.”

“Okay…”

“He, uh, mentioned his concern that he wouldn’t be able to, um, get it up again. Or ever have sex again.”

Luka presses his lips together, clearly trying not to laugh.

Abby continues, “So, naturally, he wanted one last hurrah before going under the knife. He asked if I’d be willing to give it a go. I passed on that, obviously.”

“I’m shocked you’d turn down such a romantic offer.”

“I know, right? I mean, he did say he’d have tried to be more traditional about dating under other circumstances, but that didn’t stop him from also asking if I’d have sex with him after his operation to see if everything still worked.”

He stops for a moment, looking as if he’s been bludgeoned. Then he lets out a full, belly-deep laugh, and Abby can’t help but chuckle along with him.

When he finally catches his breath again, he’s wiping tears of mirth from his eyes. “I don’t know what you’re doing here with me when you could be, ah, doing Dubenko.”

She reaches out and swats his arm. “Oh, shut up,” she says, but she’s grinning at him and can’t stop.

“And they say romance is dead.”

“It might not be dead, but it sure is injured.”

“I heard he was at the hospital today. Did you see him? Was he doing okay?”

Abby groans. “He’s doing fine. In every way, as he made clear to me.”

“Hopefully with words and not actions. Did he make another offer?” Luka chortles.

“No. I, ah, I may have introduced him to my friend the ‘satisfaction facilitator,’ but I think Dubenko and I are friends now.”

His smile turns soft. “Well, then he’s a lucky man to have such a good friend.”

Her cheeks flush and she looks down at her sandwich wrapper. She nearly jumps when Luka’s strong, gentle hand grips her wrist lightly.

“Hey, thank you. For earlier and for this, for, for getting my mind off of everything.”

God, does he have to look so unfairly beautiful in that blue shirt? It’s torture not to reach over and caress his face. “It’s not a problem when the company’s as good as it is now.”

He blushes and lets go of her hand, though he doesn’t pull away or distance himself. “Good enough to maybe watch an episode of that dramatic show about doctors?”

“Jeez, why not just go back to work if we want drama involving doctors?”

“Hey, it’s better than participating!”

Abby reaches over and squeezes his forearm to gentle her words. “We would know, huh? But yeah, let’s watch, unless I can convince you Iron Chef is a better choice.”

“Deal.”

#er #er ff #luby #luby ff #nbc er #amber writes #otp: love each other and persevere #or as b's tag goes #otp: very good friends #here they are being such supportive just good friends

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caraidean · 5 years

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Elena’s Memory

Participant(s): Titania, Greil ( @of-invisible-ties)

Words: 3,389

Type: Base Conversation

Summary: Titania strikes up a surprisingly personal, if somewhat awkward, conversation with her commander. Ike is caught off guard by his mother figure’s words, but rallies and the two manage to steer their way through it with little fuss.

“I’m fine.”

“No, you’re not.”

It wasn’t often that Titania directly opposed what her commander was saying. Then again, normally Greil didn’t give her reason to call him out, either for stupidity or stubbornness. The redhead glared at the man for a second, before letting it soften as she rested a hand on his shoulder.

“Please don’t lie to me. We’ve known each other too long for that.” She said gently, removing the hand as soon as the gesture of comfort risked becoming inappropriate. She glanced out over the courtyard of the Retreat, where Ike was sparring with Boyd and Mist egging him on. “We all know what day it is, Commander. Ike and Mist might have been too young to really remember their mother to any great extent, but I know it eats at you.”

She waited again for a moment, the silence thick before she dared to ask the question that ate at her every year this cursed anniversary passed. “You never told me…what happened to her, Greil? I know it wasn’t a sudden illness as you claimed. What makes you so hesitant to talk about her?”

This confrontation was inevitable. Greil had known that she would not dismiss his claimed cause for his wife’s demise without subjecting it to scrutiny. Titania was clever and knew him just as well as he knew her. Even the slightest crease in his brow could lend credence to her suspicions. He fought to keep his face devoid of betraying sentiments, for Elena’s true cause of death nearly brought him to tears every time. His silence in the face of her inquiry is longer than prudent.

For one, he had resolved not to reveal the truth to her. The burden of the truth was his alone to bear. He had killed his beloved Elena, but that was a secret he was intent on carrying to the grave. One could argue he was lying by omission for the sakes of those he cared about – for Ike, for Mist, and for Titania and the others – but the truth was imminent. Greil could never properly admit to this one unforgivable murder.

He himself had never fully recovered from the shock of killing her, of hearing her mutter, with the last of her strength, her forgiveness as she perished in his arms …

He shook the thought from his mind, sighing in resignation. At last, he spoke – albeit with a voice full of melancholy, despite his best attempts to his tone as neutral as his face. His words sounded spent, fatigued by it all.

“Wouldn’t we all like to know?“

“Titania, I don’t want to dwell on it. What’s done, is done. Elena is dead. Why can’t … all of this, die with her, too? It’d be wiser to move on, don’t you think?”

“Commander…”

Titania fell quiet when he provided an excuse - the same words, every time she dared to mention it. She stood, silent for a long, painful minute as she tried to read between the lines of what Greil had said. Every time he refused to tell her about that night, she felt a little more wounded - how much did the man really trust her?

What was their friendship worth, if she couldn’t be there for him whenever he felt that pain?

She sighed, turning her focus back to the three teens training in the yard with a small frown on her face. She could never quite figure out why the man could be so reluctant to speak of his past, and now that she thought about it she couldn’t recall anything past their first meeting.

She knew he had been with the Daein military, of course - he’d been their representative in the exchange program to Gallia, all those years ago. That much she kept secret, for obvious reasons. But beyond that…she’d done her own research, in secret, to find out more about his record. Out of respect for his desire to move on, she had never brought it up before, but…perhaps something was making Titania more sour than she had to be.

“Gawain.”

That was a door that she could never shut again, now that she’d opened it. She kept her face expressionless, looking out back towards the sparring yard as she kept speaking in a flat monotone.

“Why can’t you trust me with this?”

The atmosphere seemed to curb in accordance with the name she had invoked. Titania had seldom brought up that aspect of his past; she had respectfully omitted the name he’d long since discarded. He hadn’t gone by Gawain since his wife’s abrupt demise, and to prompt it now signified that she would not let this go without sufficient scrutiny. Greil’s scowl darkened, for he knew determination when he saw it unveiled.

Trust wasn’t the issue at hand. Greil would happily entrust her with his life. She was his capable deputy commander and advocate; because of her status as both, Greil wished to spare her his pain of the truth. She deserved to live in blissful ignorance, even if doing so put a strain on this confrontation. Stubborn as though she was, he was confident that he could equal her stubborn sentiments. He knew her to be aware that he would not easily crack, not even under pressure.

He’d survived the hellscape that he’d created after killing all those men, their vacant eyes still haunting his dreams. He could never forget Elena sharing their deadened stare and their wounds. That was why he couldn’t possibly deposit that pain onto another, for the burden, at times, threatened to squeeze his sanity like a vise.

“Don’t call me that. You know what my name is now.”

“Titania, this isn’t an issue of my trust in you. You have that in spades. It’s something else. You might be right that …. Elena … didn’t die by sickness. I’ll admit that much. But … be content knowing that you were right. That’s all I’ll say.”

“Ashera, save me from stubborn fools.” Titania grumbled under her breath, rolling her eyes as Greil continued to evade the question. Even with her deliberate mention of the past, all she seemed to have done was make him angry.

Although, at least that meant he was showing emotion on this day for once. It was a change, if an unwelcome one. Maybe the man wasn’t completely lost to his own mind, then. She sighed, listening to the little that he said - and her mind ran through possibilities, until arriving at the only explanation that made any sense.

“…somebody killed her, then.” She said quietly, taking care to make sure that Ike wouldn’t overhear - his bout with Boyd slowing as the two lost strength. He must have his reasons to avoid telling her who had done it, but what? Unless…keeping the killer secret protected the rest of his family, somehow. Particularly if he’d killed the murderer himself, and feared retribution - the change of name would work for more than just hiding from Daein, if that were the case.

“I think I see.” She murmured, turning back to the bout again. For the first time she realized there were tears in her eyes, her own memories of Elena threatening to consume her. Gods, no wonder the man hardly ever brought her up anymore.

“Whoever did the deed,” Titania said flatly, trying to keep her voice under control. “I hope they died slowly. Mist should have gotten to know her mother.”

Titania certainly had the brains to match her peerless brawn in battle. It is no surprise that she’s deduced so much despite his stalwart evasiveness. Few had ever correctly surmised that Elena’s true fate had been murder. Could anyone blame him for refusing to reveal even the tiniest pinprick of direct information to her? With wits that sharp, Titania would be able to deduce from his guilt that the true murderer was someone Greil knew rather well …

That he’d done the grisly deed.

He tried to hide the sting of her words, but that was a task that proved too much from him. A vein pulsed in his head, and he changed his stance to mask his cringe. It was a reasonable deduction, yes, but her stern accusation, although not leveled at him, hurts to hear. Would she believe that he deserved to die tortuously, if she had known that he’d killed Elena? Or would she make an exception for him out of pity?

Either way, he never wanted her to know the truth. In response, he stiffly nodded, talking through gritted teeth. He averted his gaze from her, observing on Ike and Boyd’s spar with a blank stare that spoke of him being a thousand miles away.

“Titania, swear to me to never tell anyone what you’ve just realized,” he said quietly, so that no eavesdroppers could hear.

“It’s … it’s true. Elena was murdered. I found her corpse myself, and buried her where she’d died. It was all I could do that the children wouldn’t have seen it.”

That had not been what she wanted to hear. She’d been hoping for him to say she was wrong, reveal that something else had happened to her. Gods, at that point, she’d almost be willing to hear that she’d committed suicide in some bout of post-birth depression. That would have been a dark way to go, but at least they wouldn’t have to live with the information that someone wanted to hurt her. Titania sighed, closing her eyes and shuddering in pain.

“I won’t tell anyone.” She swore to her commander, arms wrapped around her waist as she repressed another shudder. She slowly reached out with one hand, resting it on Greil’s shoulder and giving it a slight squeeze. “I swear, Greil. I won’t tell them.”

She let her stand stay there for five, maybe ten seconds, just short enough so he wouldn’t mistake the gesture. Not that she doubted the man could guess at her true feelings, but…it would just hurt them both if this was how they were brought out.

“I’m sorry, Greil.” She apologized, closing her eyes. “I didn’t…I didn’t realize you had to bury her. I think I understand why you don’t talk about it now.”

Greil was the silent in the somber moment of divulging more of his wife’s tragic fate. He had sworn to take the full secret to his grave, and, indeed, he had yet to reveal the entire truth behind the circumstances of Elena’s death. He’d said as much as her being murdered and buried, but he hadn’t spoken of his involvement in her murder. In truth, that was the only fear he had, second only to the same fate meeting his children. The very notion of others knowing that he had killed his beloved Elena paralyzed him with such fear, he didn’t dare linger on that particular consideration for too long.

He feels her hand brush lovingly against his shoulder. To some, it would be an intrusive gesture, but he recognizes it as a haphazard attempt at consoling him. He lets it happen, and doesn’t comment. Far be it from him to bat her hand away. Titania had all the right to grieve, for she knew Elena as well as he did.

“It’s fine,” he says gruffly. “I knew that hearing this from me would give you pain. In a way, I wanted to spare you from the worst of it. I know you’re capable of handling this, but you don’t need the burden of knowing it as I do.”

At least, not knowing the whole truth. That much was his burden to bear alone, and none other’s.

“Are you satisfied now, Titania? I’ve told you everything.”

“And you hardly needed the burden of keeping it all to yourself.” Titania shot back, resisting the urge to growl. It was just like the man to take it all on himself, trying to act strong for the benefit of those around him. Sometimes, Titania swore that he did it to punish himself for some old sin, maybe even from as far back as his service to Daein. Still, she retracted her hand and let it rest by her side, opening her eyes and letting out a long, slow breath to calm herself. Yelling at him again was hardly going to help either of them.

“Somehow, I doubt that was everything.” She said heavily, shaking her head. “But it’s enough, Greil. For now, at least.”

It had taken her this long to get this much out of him, she somehow doubted she’d ever know the entire truth. At least, not from Greil’s mouth. Fingers tapped against the wood of the landing’s banister, leaning forward and focusing her gaze on his children again.

“…Mist called me mother, yesterday.” Titania said heavily. “I don’t think she even realized what she was doing, and I didn’t mention it. I just wish Elena was still here to see her growing up. Sometimes, I think all the poor girl can remember of her is that lullaby.”

Greil had to credit her powers of perception. She was able to catch onto his tics with expert accuracy, and sheknew that he was omitting the worst part of that truth. That’s why he’s grateful she doesn’t force him into saying anything more. As he spoke the haphazard half of his wife’s death, he feared meeting Titania’s gaze. In a way, he feared that her piercing eyes would somehow discern that the murderer he spoke of had been him,and that she would immediately be reviled by that revelation.

“I … I see. You can’t blame her, though. You have been her mother for so long, Titania. At least, the closest thing she’s got.”

His gaze is pointedly affixed to his children, as they innocently meandered in the fields. He’s ashamed of that. Had he just not grasped the medallion, or had regained enough sense not to kill his own wife ….

Oh, how he hated himself for that moment.

“Elena would be happy that Mist and Ike have you,” he continues. “They were young when she died. Too young. I don’t think Ike remembers her much, either. Maybe that’s a blessing in disguise.”

“It’s just a complete mess.” Titania said eventually with another groan, massaging her forehead with two fingers. “It’s…a lot of pressure as well. I’m sure Elena would be happy that I’m making any effort at all, but - I don’t know, Greil. I’m not her. I’m not as…kind, or gentle. I’m stricter, less open.”

She shrugged helplessly, letting out a slight grumble as she turned away from the children and pointedly stared away from them. She bit her lip for a moment, chewing as fingers drummed against her forearm until eventually she let out a defeated shrug. “I shouldn’t be stressing over this as much as I am, but - am I helping raise them the way Elena would have wanted? She was my friend as well. I don’t want to let her down, and I can’t help but wonder ever minute of the day if that’s what I’m doing.”

“I could never ask you to be another Elena,” he says quietly. In his mind’s eye, Greil can envision the gentle visage of Elena – her flowing curls of blue hair, her angelic singing voice, and the serene smile with which she regarded all things. He knew what Titania was referring to. Elena seemed to radiate a gentleness that could not be replicated in anything else. To compare with her was an unfair contest.

And yet, Titania had tried to take that burden on herself. Greil appreciated that she gave his children her absolute best. It was something he admired her for.

“Titania, I know that Elena would not want the children to grow up motherless. You became their mother in her place.” Just as she did, he averts his eyes from his children, who meandered in the fields in complete ignorance of this hefty conversation. “They’re happy with you. I see it every day when they look at you. I think they know that, while you’re stern, you’re fair. Isn’t that what a parent should be?”

He puts a hand to her shoulder.

“You’re disparaging yourself a little too much,” he says. “You can better yourself, yes, but you shouldn’t disparage what has been your best efforts.”

“I know you couldn’t.” Titania said softly in return. She could read both what he meant by that, and what she knew her own mind was making up for that statement. She could never be Elena - the caring mother, the devoted wife, the lover. She was…what was she to him, really?

A trusted friend. A loyal deputy. A devoted…caretaker, is that the term? Technically, she supposed perhaps ‘nanny’ would work - and she glanced down at her armored fists and let out a short bark of laughter, unprompted, at the absurdity of the thought. What kind of nanny wore full plate and swung an axe?

“Sorry.” She chuckled as he squeezed her shoulder, knowing the sound likely startled him a little. “A thought had occured to me, that’s all. I’m glad that you think I’ve been doing a satisfactory-”

A brief movement out of the corner of her eye caught her attention, and she turned her head towards the children - eyes narrowing as she sought the movement’s source, a growl escaping her throat. “IKE! PUT THAT TRAINING SWORD DOWN! I TOLD YOU, THOSE DON’T LEAVE THE TRAINING YARD!”

The moment had been rather tense. Greil had struggled with the retelling – a partial one, at any rate – of Elena’s untimely death, and he still wrestled with his own sentiments regarding Titania. To some extent, what he felt was more than camaraderie, but he could not admit as much to her. He knew neither of them could act upon their feelings, for it would slight Elena’s memory, and, in Greil’s case, elicit his guilt over the incident, which he’d told no one, again. Titania, he feared, would be at risk dying at his hand like Elena had been, and she deserved a better fate, a better man.

In short, the tension had been quite palpable. Greil awaited in earnest for her to finish her sentence, but that shout seemed to cut through the tension like a knife to butter. What worry he had was replaced with laughter. Ha! Leave it to Ike, a young boy with much to prove, to disregard the rules at that particular moment.

He stopped laughing when he met Titania’s gaze. Ah, yes. Best not to encourage Ike’s actions. Greil immediately stopped the laughter and made certain that his face was serious, so that he could best reprove Ike.

“Ike!” He joined Titania in reproving him. “Listen to what Titania says! She is right, you know. We can train later, but you can’t leave the yard with a sword at hand!”

The boy gave a pout of protest, but he obeyed upon seeing both of his parental figures objecting to his actions. Mist accompanied him, hands on her hips, and she chided him as well. In imitation of Titania, she said, “You know better than that!”

Greil heard it, and he couldn’t surpass a smile. “Heh. She really takes after you. I almost pity the pup, as we all took turns at him.”

“Really?” Titania said doubtfully, glancing over at Mist again. While the scolding certainly seemed like her, and she could certainly see it reflected in her body language, the voice and word choice were all Elena - what she could remember, anyway. Still, a small smile flicked across her face, and she shook her head with a chuckle.

“I suppose that’s a good thing.” She said eventually, taking a few steps away from Greil and heading down the stairs. If Ike was starting to take things away from the yard, she supposed she should go make sure he was training properly. Besides - it would give Greil a moment to be alone, something he clearly needed after such a painful conversation.

“I’m sorry for bringing it up, Commander.” She said eventually, turning on her feet to look up at him on the deck, arms crossed under her chest. “I know it must have been painful, but…thank you for being truthful with me.”

#reflection's sharp edge;titania thread archive #History Had Its Eyes On You;Thread Archive #Caring Deputy;Titania #A Missed Opportunity;Titania & Greil #of-invisible-ties

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violetwolfraven · 4 years

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eek also this is a lot but ikeshot for 7, 14, 26, 33, 39 or 43?

Angst in general.

Nightmares.

You have a scar and I asked about it and it’s really angsty.

I thought I lost you and you need to be more careful you dumbass.

and

You fought me (verbally or physically) and I am s h o o k.

*cracks knuckes* aight then.

I haven’t written ikeshot yet! This’ll be my first time figuring out how I wanna portray their dynamic, so we’ll see how it goes.

I’m gonna do all of them except 33 cause that one doesn’t really work with the idea I have but I can combine all the others.

...

This wasn’t the first time Ike had stayed the night in Brooklyn, but it was the first he’d been woken up by a jolt.

It had taken him months to get this far, the point where he was sharing a bed with a Brooklyn boy, where he was pretty sure he was in love with said Brooklyn boy, where he was even welcome in Brooklyn after dark.

It had been a long and confusing road, starting a couple weeks after they won the strike.

See, Mike did this thing with his lover where they were super paranoid about getting caught. And yeah, that was good for safety, when courting a boy could get you killed or arrested, but Mike and Jojo took it to a whole new level, almost never even sitting on the same side of a room while outside the Lodging House.

And as much as Ike liked that his brother was keeping safe, this was also really fucking annoying, because it meant he had to deal with the pining.

So, he’d asked to tag along to Sheepshead with Race for a day, figuring a day of alone time with his boy might tone down Mike’s annoyingness a little. And Race occasionally took a partner to Brooklyn with him, anyway. He hadn’t done it in a while, but nothing bad had happened before.

And besides, since the strike, inter-borough relations had been better than ever out of a proud kind of solidarity. No big deal, right?

Wrong. They’d split up for maximum efficiency, and barely an hour later Ike was getting dragged away from the entrance to the races he was staking out and into an alley across the street, by which time he was getting thrown against a wall before he even got a look at who was dragging him.

Then he’d looked up, already raising his fists, and seen probably the tallest boy in New York.

Ike had remembered seeing him at the rally, this kid about his age who usually stuck pretty close to Spot Conlon, and he’d made the mistake of lowering his guard.

“Hey! I remember you! You’s Brooklyn’s second, right? What was your name again? Uh... Heat?”

This kid smirked, “Hotshot.”

Then he’d punched Ike in the face.

It was hard enough that Ike was knocked to the ground, but he was on his feet again in an instant, raising his fists again.

“I’m Ike,” he panted, “And I’m here—“

He’d been cut off by having to dodge another punch, trying to throw one of his own, but only getting kneed in the stomach after Hotshot blocked it.

Still, he’d raised his fists again, coughing as he tried to ignore the urge to curl in on himself.

“Don’t know when to give up, do ya?”

Ike smiled, still gasping for breath, “Nope! Don’t mean we have to fight, though.”

Hotshot just punched him again, “You’re on the wrong side of the bridge, Manhattan boy.”

“And that’s grounds enough to soak someone?”

“Hey!”

At that point, Hotshot froze, turning to see Race running into the alley.

“He’s with me, Hotshot! Jeez!”

“Well, he didn’t say—“

“Ya didn’t give me a chance to,” Ike interrupted.

Race had helped Ike up, glaring at the Brooklyn boy despite how Hotshot was much taller and stronger.

“I ain’t gonna tell on you, but kid, you need to learn to think before ya start swingin’. If Spot asks about me, I’m sellin’ with Albert today.”

Race had helped Ike get home, then actually gone to sell with Albert, but on the way back, he’d answered Ike’s questions, about how someone that young and hotheaded could help lead the biggest borough in New York.

“Hotshot’s young, you’re right. He’s your age, actually—14. And yeah, he’s defensive. But I’s known him a while, and there’s more to him than that. The short version is that he’s either a good friend or a bad enemy. Once ya got his loyalty, ya got it forever. That’s why he’s Brooklyn’s second. He’s one of the few Spot actually trusts.”

With that description combined with the way Ike had honestly never met anyone who punched that hard, he was just a little intrigued. Maybe it wasn’t smart, but he’d went back to Brooklyn a week later, not selling this time, but just looking for that one Brooklyn boy.

He’d found him, selling at Coney. And Brooklyn boys usually didn’t sell with partners, so Ike hadn’t had trouble sneaking up on him.

“Hey.”

That was the only warning he gave before putting a hand on Hotshot’s shoulder to spin him around and punch him in the face.

Hotshot had wheeled back, raising his own fist.

“You got ‘bout four hits on me for no reason—I thinks I deserve one free shot!”

Slowly, Hotshot had lowered his hand, still glaring at him, but not as much.

“Fair is fair. Now go back to Manhattan.”

Ike was going to, honestly, but then figured, ‘what’s the worst that could happen?’ and didn’t.

“So, how often do ya beat up kids from other boroughs without askin’ for their story?”

“Are you completely fearless, or just stupid?”

“Both, probably. Ya gonna answer the question, or punch my daylights out?”

“I ain’t decided yet.”

“Well, while you’re decidin’, I heard you’re close with Spot Conlon. What’s he really like? Is he always that scary, or is it just an act?”

For the next several weeks, it was like that. It was Ike coming over, finding Hotshot wherever he was, and annoying the hell out of him.

And Hotshot always said he was going to punch him, but he never did. Slowly, he started actually answering Ike’s questions, at least a few of them, and asking a few in return. Ike wouldn’t necessarily call them friends, but they definitely knew each other better, now.

“One of these days, I’m actually gonna punch ya,” Hotshot grumbled once, when Ike asked a question a little too personal.

“Every time ya say that, I believe you less,” Ike said cheerfully, “Anyway, I’s heard Brooklyn’s got great sunrises. Is that true?”

Hotshot actually smiled a little, “I dunno if it’s any better than Manhattan, but yeah, we’s gotten some pretty nice ones over here.”

It took a couple months, but Ike started figuring out that by even talking to him, Hotshot was letting down his guard, little by little. He let it down a bit more as he started letting Ike touch him, allowing a handshake when they met up, or a punch in the shoulder in a friendly way.

Once he realized how much Hotshot was trusting him by doing those little things, Ike realized that against his better judgement, he trusted him, too. He liked spending time with Hotshot, probably too much.

Definitely too much, with how he was stupid enough to walk through a November rainstorm months after they met just to see him.

By the time he got to Brooklyn, he was freezing, wet, and disoriented enough that he’d ended up passing out in front of a random store, just so the awning would keep the rain off.

He’d woken up in the Brooklyn Lodging House in the middle of the night, with Hotshot holding him in a bed.

Actually, he’d kind of jolted awake, and apparently woken up Hotshot with him as the Brooklyn boy whispered an explanation to him.

“Hildy found ya damn near frozen. By the time she got ya back here, you were almost dead and needed body heat bad.”

“Oh,” Ike whispered back, almost too terrified to move or even speak.

“That’s all ya got to say, you idiot?” Hotshot hissed, clearly angry as his arm around Ike’s waist tightened, “What were you thinkin’, walkin’ here in a storm?”

Ike was still pretty confused, and for once, he couldn’t even think of something to say.

Then Hotshot sighed, “I thought you were gonna die.”

Oh. So that was what this was about. He wasn’t angry—not at Ike, really, at least.

Ike had finally let himself relax against the taller boy’s chest, enjoying how warm Hotshot actually was.

“Ain’t goin’ anywhere.”

Hotshot had exhaled kind of sharply, and Ike was praying to a god he didn’t believe in that he wasn’t misreading things, but he’d rolled over so he was facing Brooklyn’s second, their faces barely inches apart, though it was so dark that Ike couldn’t really see him.

Beyond that, he hadn’t wanted to make the first move, mostly out of fear. In Manhattan, it was pretty common knowledge that many of them liked the same sex, but Brooklyn was different. It was less of a family and more of almost a gang. Ike wasn’t sure how Hotshot would react if he did anything.

He wasn’t sure he wanted to do anything, because yes, Ike liked boys, and he’d made peace with that, but being with one made it dangerous. Mike wasn’t the only was who was terrified of getting caught, for good reason.

Then Hotshot’s hand had come up to touch a scar on the side of Ike’s face. One he guessed he’d probably never noticed before because their faces had never been this close.

It had been from a pretty bad wound, but was so faded that it looked minor now, because he’d gotten it so long ago.

“I didn’t give you this, did I?”

Ike shook his head, “No. I’ve had that scar since I was 8.”

“How’d ya get a scar so bad it still shows now when you were 8?”

Ike had taken a deep breath, forced down panic over events he’d rather forget, and decided to tell him the truth.

“My brother and me,” he whispered, “Our parents died when we were really young. So’s we got brought up by our mom’s sister and her lover... her lover who was... also a woman.”

Ike paused there, waiting for Hotshot’s reaction.

There really wasn’t one, and he’d felt a bit of relief at that.

“They was good at bein’ subtle,” Ike continued, “So nobody suspected anythin’ for a long while. But then when me and Mike were 8... some bad people figured it out and... and those men came in the night and set the house on fire. I guess we’s lucky to have made it out at all—our aunts weren’t that lucky—but...”

His voice trailed off. Ike didn’t like admitting that he wasn’t this happy-go-lucky kid all the time. He hadn’t told anyone about this, ever. Mike had told Jack, years ago, to explain why they had bad days sometimes, but Ike had never been able to talk about it.

He’d felt Hotshot take a deep breath, and then the other boy had pulled him closer, right against his chest. He wasn’t sure if it was his imagination when, later, once Ike was halfway into a dream, he thought he might have felt a kiss being pressed to his hair.

Ike had known right there that something had changed between them, and though Mike gave him hell for staying out all night the next morning, he couldn’t say it wasn’t worth it.

He didn’t know if they were... what, did you call it courting? He didn’t know if what they were doing had a label or if spending a significant amount of their free time together qualified as being together.

But, after that first night, Ike did spend the night in Brooklyn a few more times, sharing a bed with Hotshot under the excuse that he’d lost track of time the Brooklyn Lodging House didn’t have one to spare. In reality, he stayed over because sharing a bed, sharing warmth with Brooklyn’s second... it was nice. It was somehow different from crawling in with Mike if nightmares got bad or huddling on the fire escape with Crutchie and Jack if he didn’t make enough to pay for his bed one night.

Sharing a bed with Hotshot was comforting even when nothing was actually wrong. It was safe and warm and it made Ike feel all fuzzy inside and...

Not that he knew how to say it, not that he could say it, but Ike was pretty sure this was what falling in love felt like.

It was scary, but he didn’t want to stop falling.

Of course, he wasn’t planning on telling Hotshot how he felt. Not unless the other boy made the first move. Or unless they decided to get drunk for some reason. Or if it happened to come up in conversation.

Okay... maybe Ike really wanted to tell him, but he just didn’t know how to go about it.

Well, he’d been sitting on this for a long while already, so Ike still really didn’t know when he was going to tell him, but he still felt the need to follow when he felt Hotshot jolt awake, just before rolling out of bed and leaving the room.

“Hotshot?”

Ike followed him out onto the fire escape, finding the taller boy staring down over the edge, a death grip on the railing.

“Hotshot, are you okay?”

Ike moved to stand next to him, making sure it was clear and visible what he was doing as he put a hand over Hotshot’s on the railing.

For a few seconds, he didn’t react. He didn’t even give a sign that he’d heard or even felt Ike touching him.

Then, slowly, he let go of the railing, flipping his hand over so he could intertwine their fingers.

Hotshot exhaled shakily, most of the tension leaving his frame. Ike took that as a sign that it was okay to lean his head against his shoulder.

“Ya gonna tell me what this is about?”

For a minute, he thought he wasn’t going to.

Then Hotshot took a wavering breath and spoke, still staring over the edge of the fire escape.

“Ya once asked how many kids I’s beat up for no reason,” he said quietly, “I don’t know. I get in fights a lot. I get angry and... and usually, Spot tells me where to aim it, but it ain’t always enough. I always have more and if I don’t put it somewhere, it’ll just build till I... till I explode.”

Ike nodded. He understood. He already knew this about Hotshot. He’d figured out that anger was his drive a long time ago.

“I... I learned that from my folks.”

Ike froze. In all their conversations over the last few months, Hotshot had never shared any personal information beyond the fact that he saw Spot as an older brother.

“They’d get angry,” Hotshot said shakily, “And when they’d explode, they’d...”

His voice faltered, and Ike touched his arm with his free hand, trying to ground him. He could read between the lines and though it made him angry and sad as hell, he knew there was nothing he could do about it.

“I... I got myself out when I was 12,” he mumbled, “Finally just couldn’t take it anymore and ran like hell—ended up here. And I know it’s been a couple years, now, but... but I still go back there some nights, when I’m sleepin’.”

His voice was shaking a little, by the end of that, and Ike tugged on his arm gently so he could turn Hotshot to face him.

He wasn’t sure he was going to allow it, but to his relief, Hotshot hugged him back, leaning down to bury his face in Ike’s shoulder.

“You’re here,” Ike whispered, “They can’t hurt ya here, Hotshot. You’re safe.”

Hotshot wasn’t crying, but he was shaking a little in the cold. It was winter, for crying out loud. Winter at night. And though the Brooklyn kids did wear sleeves like reasonable people in winter, most of them didn’t sleep in their shirts.

“Can we take this inside?” Ike asked, knowing that he was cold, even being a little more dressed for the weather than Hotshot was.

The taller boy nodded shakily and they went inside, curling up together in that bunk, the closeness for comfort as much as warmth.

Feeling brave for a minute, Ike leaned forward and planted a soft kiss on the Hotshot’s forehead.

Hotshot went rigid, but the expression on his face was pure surprise, not any kind of disgust, and he didn’t pull away.

Ike offered him a small smile before rolling over, so as not to push things.

He definitely wasn’t complaining when Hotshot pulled him against his chest to sleep for the rest of the night.

#newsies #ikeshot #ike x hotshot #ike newsies #hotshot newsies #angst #violet’s writing

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Geoffrey / Kieran C-A Support (PoR Lost Supports #18)

This is an original support written by me, not a translation.

Are backwards references to a new game in an old game possible? I think they are if you’re Kieran!

Besides doing something goofy like a newer game reference, on a serious note, I wanted this support convo set to explain how Kieran becomes sub-commander of the Crimean Royal Knights. It wasn’t a surprise exactly that he’s the sub-commander in RD, since he’s a platoon captain in PoR, but… it wasn’t transitioned into, either. So I aimed to bridge the gap a bit!

These two were really fun to write together. Kieran’s energy and Geoffrey��s stiff professionalism meshed surprisingly well. Their zeal for job gives them a lot in common despite having such different demeanors.

Enjoy!

Kieran / Geoffrey C Support

Kieran: General Geoffrey! You’re here! So I was not dreaming when I saw the Princess speaking to someone with light blue hair! Oh, this is the happiest day of my life!

Geoffrey: I’m flattered to know that I am with you on the happiest day of your life. Her Highness told me all about how hard you have been working. I want to thank you again for helping take care of her in my absence. You have proven yourself time and time again as the ideal Crimean Knight.

Kieran: Your words make my heart swell with pride and joy, General! But say no more. It’s not necessary. To see the Princess alive and well is all a Crimean Royal Knight needs.

Geoffrey: I know how you feel, but you’ve earned all the praise in the world, and you should hear it.

Kieran: Your kindness is almost too much for me! I just might faint!

Geoffrey: Ummm… Please don’t. Knowing your luck, you’d probably fall on your axe.

Kieran: If it is for your sake, my general, then all wounds are but merely a scratch.

Geoffrey: I know well of your tenacity. Especially because you’ll never let me forget the time you slew the… what was it… Risen from a future world?

Kieran: Oh yes, what a tale that is! Ah, it was such a clear, perfect day, just like this one. I was out shopping at the market, when suddenly-

Geoffrey: I-Indeed. I already know the story quite well. You’ve no reason to exhaust yourself telling it. Instead, I’d like you to show me how much stronger you have gotten. That is, if you are you up for a spar.

Keiran: Always! For as long as I live, I shall be ready for whatever you need of me!

Geoffrey: Then prepare your weapon, soldier!

Kieran: Hiiiii-yah!

Geoffrey: Raaaah!

Kieran: Grah! Ah, now it truly feels like the good old days again! Don’t hold anything back!

Geoffrey: I never do against you, for you have always been one of the few soldiers who can match me in battle!

Geoffrey / Kieran B Support

Geoffrey: Yah!

Kieran: Hooo-ahhhh!

Geoffrey: Haaa… haaa… Uncle! Uncle!

Kieran: Whew… You’re a legend as always, General! Once our spar hit the 20 minute mark, I thought that we’d be here forever until Ike broke us up at dinner time!

Geoffrey: You’re improving more quickly than I thought you would. None of my soldiers have been able to best me in over fifty percent of our matches.

Kieran: Ah, but it has been a close call every time! There is never a true victor in our bouts of strength. You are still the great general I have always admired, who stands as a god among men!

Geoffrey: Thank you for your devotion, as always. Seeing how far you have come… Perhaps it is time that I should tell you.

Kieran: Hm? You need me for something? Anything! For you, I would allow Daein soldiers to pick the hairs off my head one-by-one!

Geoffrey: Yes, I know that you would. But that’s not what I need from you today.

Kieran: Than what is it?! Ah, at this rate, forget the Daeins, it’s the suspense that will make the hair fall out of my head!!

Geoffrey: Don’t fret, I’ll tell you right now. …I want to start training you to become the new sub-commander of the Royal Knights.

Kieran: Yes! Certainly! Let’s get started right awa- wait, what!? General! You can’t be serious! This is a grave decision! Are you sure that you want to make it so quickly!?

Geoffrey: One hundred percent sure. You have been the top pick for a long time now. Yes, many of our superiors were skeptical at first due to your nearly uncontrollable energy, but as you proved your fighting skill and devotion to Crimea time and time again, the decision became unanimous. You are the best soldier in all of Crimea fit for the position. It’s just… we didn’t expect anything to happen the previous sub-commander so soon, so there was no reason to make anything public until now…

Kieran: …

Geoffrey: If you need time to think it over, we still have plenty of it. Nothing official needs to be decided until the war is over and things have settled down again.

Kieran: …

Geoffrey: I-If you need me to, I’ll leave you alone-

Kieran: Eeeeeeeeee-yeeeeeeaaaaaaaah! My glorious homeland! My sweet, sweet Crimea! The greatest place that could ever exist! I shall serve you until the day the enemy rips my still beating heart out of my chest!

Geoffrey: Ouch, my ears… And he’s gone… I think I broke him… but at least I got an answer, and it was yes. I think.

Kieran / Geoffrey A Support

Geoffrey: …May I enter, Captain? I have more to discuss with you about your new position.

Kieran: Yes! Of course! Stay for as long as you’d like. Would you like some tea? The tea leaves were grown by my parents themselves. Surely you will find no greater aroma in all of Tellius!

Geoffrey: You’re right, it does smell heavenly. I’ll have a cup.

Kieran: Here you are! An extra large serving in my favorite cup, for my favorite general!

Geoffrey: Ahhh… thank you. It’s just what I needed right now. …slurp… But why are you in your tent? I didn’t think that you even slept in here. You’re always on the training grounds.

Kieran: I do indeed spend many a night asleep on the training grounds! But I was actually… preparing something for you.

Geoffrey: Hmm? What is it? I had no clue that you had something for me.

Kieran: Well, it would be no present if it wasn’t a surprise! Here you are!

Geoffrey: That’s true. ……The way you’re staring at me leads me to believe that you want me to open it right now.

Kieran: Yes! I can’t wait any longer for you to see it!

Geoffrey: Then I shall. ……This is… a badge of the Royal Knights? But it’s not yours, so where did you get it… ah.

Kieran: When I realized that we had lost the battle while we were trying to escort the Princess to Gallia, I saw it on the ground, and picked it up without thinking. It’s that moment that made me vulnerable and got me captured, but… to have something to remember my fallen comrades by, life in a Daein prison was a joy! My only regret was that I could not grab more…

Geoffrey: Wow… so it’s the one thing we have to remember the men we lost on that day… knowing that, this becomes one of the most valuable things I have ever seen. But… are you sure that you want to give this to me? The fifth platoon is more yours than mine. You trained and led them directly.

Kieran: Worry not about me! I have already planned a grand party to have in their memory, once the war is won and we return home! Besides, it’s the only thing that can truly express what a perfect general you are.

Geoffrey: You flatter me too much, Captain. I am but one man, one who has no favor with the other nobles, and virtually no influence over Crimea’s affairs.

Kieran: Nay, no one could ever admire you enough! When everyone else scoffed at my demeanor, you were the one who saw the value in me. We rode through the storms of life together, and now I can bring glory to Crimea, and bask in the honor that comes from serving and moving up the ranks in the army. It is to you that I owe everything. I could do everything imaginable for you, and would still feel that it was inadequate!

Geoffrey: Thank you so much, Captain… no, Kieran. You may be loud, to say the least, but I am never down when you are around. So long as you are there, I will be able to keep fighting until I take my final breath, and maybe even get through the thick skulls of the nobles one day. …Well, that’s a long shot, but still.

Kieran: Never fear, you have a long life and many chances ahead of you! Let us drink to our future together as great knights of the greatest country of Tellius! Cheers!

Geoffrey: Cheers!

#fire emblem #geoffrey #kieran #path of radiance #fe9 #nintendo #gamecube #support #conversation #lost supports project

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I love The Darkling and think that he and Alina should be together. Baghra claims that he was just using her but I'm not convinced. So what do you think, does he have feelings for her or not?

I don't think he loves her... but I agree with Harmony that he's addicted to power and wants to have power over her. But then I ask myself, why her specifically? Is he attracted to her in some distorted, villainous way? But then why does he ignore her so often? And then I just don't know what to think anymore D=

I think that the evidence in the book shows that he does really like her, i believe that they belong together because of the darkness in his heart can be changed with her light. I think he's afraid of becoming weak as he said, so he ignored her. "the problem with wanting is that it makes us weak" During the book he always clenched his hands whenever Alina even mentioned Mal.

I think you have to look at Leigh as a writer, and the fact that she loves complex villains and has even said on Twitter that the Darkling isn't evil. I've also read enough books to recognize types of characters. The Darkling is waaaay more complex than "I'm going to use this girl, I'm evil, I'm going to take over the world mwahaha." There's no doubt the Darkling's initial intentions were to use Alina. How many characters meet under bad intentions? lol A LOT. That doesn't mean those feelings don't change though; that's why there's character and relationship development. :P I think it's very telling that Leigh hasn't written in Darkling's POV and doesn't plan on it until AFTER Ruin and Rising. She doesn't want us to know what's in his head, which means what Alina thinks and her assumptions about him are probably false. I don't know if I'd say he loves her but he certainly isn't "only" using her.

Guy this post contains some spoilers. But it says why I think The Darkling likes Alina Guys The Darkling likes Alina! In 2cnd book (Kind of a spoiler but not really) There is a part on page 26 it says this: "Drink." More broth. I don't fight it now. I don't want to choke again. I fall back, let my lids drop, drifting away, too weak to struggle. A hand on my cheek. "Mal," I manage to croak. The hand is withdrawn. Nothingness (Credit to Leigh Bardugo) Anyways think; who's hand can that be? Mal's? Pshhh.... The Darkling would have control of the fjerdans and shu hans before mal would get to do that plus Mal would say something like: "Alina....." Or something else, or he might have been dragged away screaming and he wouldn't be able to with draw his hand the guards would drag him away. Sturmhound's? No he would wake her up and wouldn't make her to drink the broth. Ivan? Um..... no just no..... he wouldn't touch her like that. Only one who is left? If you guessed the darkling you guessed correctly! He would do something like that because he <3 her and how is he going to seduce her while she is half unconscious? So its not just seducing her people! Also the hand is withdrawn because she says "Mal," The Darkling would have felt burned and would have just withdrawn his hand! Also if you read the rest of siege and storm there will be other facts.... But sometimes he may seem to dislike her...... maybe that because he felt burned? Like seriously in first book he was cold because he just saw Mal and Alina kiss and have a very long and all 'bout love conversation of course he would be cold! then in 2cnd book she ran away from him with mal and he thought they were like doing couple stuff and stuff so when they entered the fold of course he would be cold! but then he ends up softening ^.^ SO he likes her people! Btw sorry if I spoiled anything for any1. Oh and btw I think this is what happened (In The Darklings view): 1.)She is kind of cute..... 2.)Well she is new to this and funny..... 3.) Hell with it im using her for all the grisha and for controlling the world but I like her! 4.) I will make my move on her! *KISS* 5.) She looked kind of seduced after that.... oh and Ivan saw that... oh boy I told him seducing here was the plan.... but I actually kind of like her.... *RUNS HAND THROUGH HAIR* 6.) Ik! This can come to my advantage! It will make controlling her easier but I also like her..... this is getting interesting 7.) *MAKES ANOTHER MOVE* Ivan, tell the fabrikators to make Alina's winter ball kefta black. 8.) *MAKES ANOTHER MOVE* Here come with me. After, can I come to your place? 9.) Uh wth am I doing? 10.) Oh boy she ran away from me.... My mom had something to do with it great, anyways I have to catch the stag in anyways+ I have a feeling she is going north after the stag because obviously that tracker is with her 11.) *JUST WITNESSES KISSING SCENE AND ULTRA LONG LOVE CONVERSATION* *GNAWS ON LIP TRYING NOT TO LOSE HIS CALM AND KILL THE TRACKER WITH HIS KNIFE AND TOO NOT SHOW HE HAS FEELINGS FOR ALINA TO EVERYONE ELSE THEN STAG COMES OUT OF BUSHES AND TREES. I SEE MAL SAYS ALINA LOOK, ALINA HESITATES KILLING THE STAG. SEES A CHANCE! COMES OUT OF HIDING AFTER SHOOTING THE STAG* Oh wow that was a wonderful and touching scene we witnessed alina....... but you know you should have listened to him; you should have killed the stag 12.) Oh boy I just enslaved Alina. Now I control her. Her heart will be mine if I kill the tracker on the fold tommorow. 13.)IVAN! CALL ALINA HERE! 14.) *ALINA COMES* You betrayed me........ *ALINA ASKS HIM TO BE MERCIFUL TO MAL* Merci? I can be merciful Alina. *GIVES THEM THE NIGHT* *ALINA JUMPS ON HIM SCREAMING AND SCRATCHING* *ALINA IS TAKEN AWAY* 15.) Tears come to his face but he doesn't let them spill the tears turn from sadness into anger...... 16.) *SEES ALINA RUN AWAY WITH MAL AND GAINS POWER* *STILL LOVES HER DEEP IN HIS HEART*

I think the Darkling's love has to do with his personality. He may not be capable of love in the ordinary way, but he definitely intends on being with Alina one way or another. However its a bit twisted because really the romance is just a side benefit to the power he gets from her. Maybe in a way, she sees through him and into the good, which is why he likes her. She reminds him that evil, while a efficient way to accomplish things, isnt always what he should be doing...

I'm not quite sure about this. On one hand, he is obsessed with power and is only attracted to Alina because she "completes" him in a twisted way. On the other hand, a lot of his facial expressions and actions in the book seem to contradict his ulterior motives. My theory: he's respected and feared, so no one actually treats him like a person. Alina does. He of course wants Alina for himself so that he can use her power, but he's also developing deeper feelings for her, and the thought of falling for her is terrifying and confusing. That's why he reverts so quickly to a villain once Alina runs off and he catches her with Mal. I think he would have been somewhat more merciful had he not caught them together, but he's jealous (both out of pride and real hurt) and doesn't want her to think him weak.

I think a lot of people think the Darkling has to either A) want Alina ONLY for power or B) love/like her. When in reality, he can be both. He can want Alina for power AND develop feelings for her. Many characters seek another out for their own reasons (to use their power or whatever), only to end up falling for them genuinely. Happens all the time in books and movies. :P I'm not saying the Darkling doesn't want Alina for power, but he can want her for that AND for other reasons too.

I honestly think he wants to use Alina and ended up with a bit of a hate-crush/boner for Alina along the way. I'm not waxing romantic, but he definitely has a soft spot for her if he fell for the "my power is your power" bit.

It's no wonder the Darkling was so pissed when he was kissing her. He's torn. On one hand, he's lonely and I think he's jealous of Mal (or maybe he's jealous that Alina feels for Mal what he wants her to feel for him), but at the same time, he doesn't want to want her more than his own ambitions. He wants her but doesn't want to, maybe. I'd LOVE for Alina to end up on the throne with the Darkling at her side. The potential for this ending is epic.

It'd be a ruthless ending, not necessarily a happy one. honestly I have no idea where this is going to end. A very dark part of me at least wants her to fuck the darkling, because in no way are those feelings over. It's there. It's so there.

Hahahaha. It needs to happen, regardless of the ending. No doubt there will at least be an intense make out session. (Leigh said one of her favorite scenes is when the Darkling reveals his name, so I'm sure that scene is a deep one.)

I think he loves her as much as he's capable of, which could be a very limited way... You know, on account of all the evil. It's clear that he wants her badly and also that her mere existence has made him realize how lonely he feels. We're gradually seeing evidence of how his interest for Alina has evolved. In Shadow and Bone we see more than anything, the practical and physical aspects, namely world domination on the one hand and barely-able-to-control desire, on the other. In Storm and Siege, he's starting to know her and he wants her to relate to him, to realize how much they have in common. However, what really got to me is that he, in his creepy way, was there for her when she was lonely. Was this all innocent? No, we know there are so many ulterior motives for his apparition trick: undermining her, isolating her even more (from Mal especially), making out, etc But the fact remains that he would just be there because he wanted her company, as much as she wanted his. After all, it was her calling to him without knowing it. (Let's face it, by the time Alina gave up on changing anything in his bedroom -on day one-, we all knew she was just missing him badly, even if she didn't know it herself.) On the one hand, I think Alina's quest will change her completely, to the point where she will probably not be entirely human in the end. On the other hand, perhaps they'll be together just to keep one another in check, to keep the balance of whatever forces are at work, and because they literally compliment each other, being light and shadow. It can only be an eternity of fun... mostly.

You perfectly summed up my thoughts on all of this. I like the Darkling. A lot. He's sexy. And fun to pretend to be queen with. So the indulgent part of me ships him with Alina.

I have my opinion both ways. The relationship between them is complicated. I think that the darkling kinda liked Alina. For her power and real love. But as Alina reveals his secrets in shadow and bone, you really start doubting if the darkling still has a thing for her. It's really complicated. The darkling is a sick and messed up person. It's funny how he keeps popping out of nowhere in the shadows surprising you. When Alina and Mal were on the run and popped out, they felt so startled. I think he was jealous of Mal. He probably would've gotten closer to Alina if Mal wasn't an obstacle. It's jealousy and he knows it. It's written all over his face. Dark and kinda evil.

I think he wanted her, but had no real emotion for her. He needed her power, so he was infatuated with her. I hope he ends up really loving her at some point though because I have the biggest obsession with The Darkling. I am so attracted to him, so I really hope he ends up doing some good and turning himself around

I think the real question is: why would the Darkling love Alina? (I don't say that to be mean, either. Just analyzing her character as a person.) I think the Darkling is drawn to the idea of another person being like him, as he's a very lonely and isolated creature. He longs for an equal or mate, so to say. Maybe he's loved in the past, but he outlives almost everyone so maybe he decided there was no point. (Until he found an equal) Regarding her personality, I think the Darkling's interest in her stems from how she surprises him, which doesn't happen often. She spits out whatever is on her mind, she catches him off guard, she thwarts him, etc. R&R just needs to hurry up so Leigh can talk about his character. She's pretty tight lipped, not wanting to give away the Darkling's true intentions. (Which to me is a big red flag that he isn't as evil as people seem to think)

I believe he loves her but has yet to reach a point where he can truly believe it himself. I'm fairly sure that he is right when he claims that he admires her power and that he never feared her. And that admiration had something more coming after. I do hope they end I end up together. He might be evil but he has reasons and he never acted as a whiny boyfriend as Mal did(well he did enslave Alina after seeing that kiss scene but anyway....) I guess my favorite scene between the Darkling and Alina is at the end,the night before going back to the Fold. He calls her to his tent and I'm not sure why. He says she must have a lot to say and when she refuses to talk, he threatens her. As their conversation unfolds, it looks like he just wanted to have an argument with her... the "why-did-you-run-off-with-him" argument. In that moment, he behaves like someone in a relationship and I liked him. I don't know if that counts as whiny but it was a vulnerable side of him that we don't get to see often. To me that is the one scene where he reveals the most emotion: jealousy, longing and also pain... the desire to stop feeling whatever it is he's feeling for her. I wonder if he was drunk...

In siege and storm though he does showing that he likes her. At the end however, in the chapel Alina nearly killed herself and the darkling when she grabbed hold of his power. And in siege and storm it shows that the darkling is jealous. He does also have feelings for her because in siege and storm why would he keep visiting her. When Alina asked him why won't you leave me alone, he said then I would be alone.

I honestly don't know how to answer this question because I still don't know what I believe lol I think we've seen glimpses here and there that he might have feelings for her but he usually comes across as so power hungry and ruthless that it really doesn't seem like he cares about anything but himself and his ambitions. I think part of him is enamored with her because she is the only other being in his entire life that is even remotely similar to him. And he hates that he feels that way, just like in Shadow and Bone when she felt anger when kissing him. He thinks it makes him weak. He said in Siege and Storm that he's lonely, maybe he seeks some sort of comfort in her? Maybe, maybe not. I think there can be valid arguments made for both sides but ultimately I think that it doesn't really matter if he loves her or not, because he will never love her more than he loves his own aspirations and goals. In other words, she will never be his number one priority. It depresses me really, because I love the Darkling. He is such a magnetic character and in some dark, twisted way I think they complete each other. I can't wait to see what happens in Ruin and Rising. I just hope he doesn't die :P

I totally ship Darklina/Alarkling. I do not think that he loves her or that she loves him. They do seem, to me, to be very attracted to each other. Sometimes I wonder if something bigger is going on because the Darkling and the Sun summoner seem to be sort of like Yin and Yang; they seem to complete each other and are two halves of a whole as well as wield power over one another.

I don't think it's love, but I feel like they're two halves of the whole, and because of that, they have an unbreakable bond. I totally agree with you. Find me weird but I think the Darkling and Alina are the perfect match for each other.

The Darkling is such a complex character that you really can't reduce his feelings about Alina to love vs. hate. Kind of like when she realizes that he wants her, but hates himself for wanting her, during their heated make-out session after the Winter Ball. Clearly, he needs her, but not just as a way of augmenting his powers. He needs her on a personal, intimate level, as the one being in the world who can truly, intimately, share his burdens, understand why his life is "rich in grief" and be a true partner to him. Alina's feelings for him are also tangled, and hardly straightforward. These are great books, and the Darkling is a fantastic character.

Just to clarify my comment above, I think the Darkling loves Alina, because she's the only one who can truly "get" him, with her potential to be as eternal as he is, with all that entails. But it's a love as complex as he is, not hearts-and-flowers, happy-ever-after like she could have with Mal, or even the kind of marriage-of-convenience-with-genuine-affection-that-could-ripen-into-love she could have with Nickolai. It;s complex, and twisted and dark, but it is love, not just obsession. Which is one of many reasons I freakin' adore these books.

Leigh mentioned that he did have strong feelings for her so i think he loves her, but i kind of have to agree with the obsession part, it seems he had his heart set on her being his consort from the whole "you were meant to be my balance" thing. Do any of you suppose he gave the whole "let's be just friends" thing consideration? And i do believe that Alina still had some, not a lot, of feeling left behind for him since he did understand her, when not many did.

I think he's more obsessed than in love with Alina. He's been alone for so long that the only other person who understands his eternity is his mother. So when Alina enters the story, he's a person who could be like him: live forever and make eternity less loney. Plus, she's meant to balance him out--the whole light and darkness thing. And she's the only one who could ever become his equal, albeit only if she has the amplifiers. I think this chance at a future not alone makes him possessive over Alina and we see this at the end of Shadow and Bone and a little bit in Siege and Storm. I don't think it's love, just an obsession with power mixed with desperation to not be alone and possessiveness to protect that.

Alright, after careful consideration and with the series fresh in my mind I have reached a conclusion. The Darkling loves Alina, is in love with the idea of being with her, but is not IN LOVE with her. The Darkling has existed for many centuries, life dull and boring, and has no one to love him, not even his mother. He is terrified of that, of the thought of being alone forever. Finally, he finds Alina, and his affections grew from the mere idea of using her for his own gain. He learns to want her, to crave her attention. At first this is successful and he realizes that once he controls Ravka, he will never have to be alone again. All of this comes crashing down once she leaves and returns to Mal, and the thought of her being with someone else, of being less than she is, and more importantly being alone again, angers him to the brink of breaking. This was a personal betrayal, and the Darkling spent the remainder of the series desperately trying to attain power and love from Alina, wanting nothing more, save the throne, than to have her as his own. When Alina loses her powers, he is so mournful, so distraught that he will forever be alone, leading his rampage. He believed that if Mal were dead, she would be his at last, no more fighting or obstacles stopping him. Yet he is condemned, and that is why he needed to be killed. He would've kept her alive, but only to suffer for his loss. When he is dying, I think that was the most happiness he has ever felt, that the one he loves, as much as he could love her, is there to mourn him. She is there to say his name and give him the hope that he was loved by her. The Darkling is an exceptionally written character and he loved Alina, not truly, but as much as he was possible.

If the Darkling was only using Alina for power, then he would have been completely done with her when she lost her powers, but the fact that he asked Alina to say his real name again when he was dying (which she also did when they were alone) proves he had some romantic feelings.

I just love the darkling so so much. I also think that no character can ever be completely evil. Because of his power of darkness he believes that he is a bad person and that his powers being dark must be used for evil intentions. When Alina comes along she shows him light, and begins to believe that he is not evil. Alina could've fixed the darkling who feels alone in his power and destined to be evil because of it. There relationship is so complex and interesting and I do think he loves her but this power almost forces his feelings in the opposite direction.

I see it as a way of the Darkling wanting to claim Alina for himself. As he had stated, he knew no one would understand Alina but him since they are alike in many ways. The Darkling probably didn't want to feel the isolation he had to experience for years until he finally met Alina which made him realize that he wouldn't have to face his own difficulties alone but with someone else alongside him.

I believe that he does, or at least feels akin to her, after all she is very similar to him: the dark pulls at the light and the light chases it away. I feel that he is drawn to her because they are so similar in nature. He was a child that was coveted, grew up alone (from what we know) and had made a very big name for himself, he is also one of a kind. We also have to consider that this is a man who has lived for a great many number of years alone, where the only person who has lived longer than him is his own mother, any chance at a relationship would end up with him outliving them. Where as if we look at Alina, a girl who is young, never really gotten the chance to live or love. She is almost to the point where her lack of powers, or lack of knowledge of them has left her dull and withered, but when she discovers them the world starts changing around her. She is put in the same position as Alexander was. Make a name for yourself or be a freak that could end up being hunted or worse. They're alienated and alienate together, and drawn to each other over that fact because no one else in the world can possibly understand what they have gone through, the choices they've made, and the sacrifices they've endured. If the Darkling doesn't love her, then he's certainly attached to her in that he knows that at the end of the day she is the only one that shares that experience. It's hard not to feel akin to that, or at least drawn towards it, and it's even harder to accept it as a loss.

I think at the beginning he loves Alina's power and the idea that finally, he is not alone. In the book, the power of the Darkling and Baghra is unique, even believed to be an abomination. Then here comes Alina, another Grisha with a power that only she has and as strong as the Darkling's power. The Darkling is somehow in love with the idea that he is not alone and thought that Alina was made for her. He strongly believes that Alina is his complement -- that he is the Yin and Alina is the Yang. It was because of that thinking that he was attracted to Alina. Then, as he get to know her more, I think he fell for her to the point that he is obsessed with her. In book 1, the Darkling displayed jealousy towards Mal (Alina kept on asking about Mal when they were in a coach going somewhere). In the last book, the Darkling did something that convinced me he loves Alina. He also ask Alina not to let him be alone. So there.

I don't think he quite loves her the way people would usually think of love. He's an incredibly lonely person and it seems that he has nothing else to do other than world domination, so I doubt he would even realize that he liked Alina. And I don't think he really does, because most of the attraction probably comes from seeing her as very similar to himself because she would probably outlive everyone else and he sees her as being lonely in perhaps a century. But in a twisted way, maybe he does love Alina. But I guess even if he does, he does not know how to express it. Most of the time, he comes off as a little creepy, and somewhat malicious. He blinded his own mother, for god's sake. If anything, I doubt he really has much capability for loving and I think being alone has numbed him somewhat from hurt or any emotion. Maybe at the start he only intended to use her, but I think it developed into an obsession, as many others have pointed out, and maybe it's love, but he doesn't know how to express it.

I definitely agree with Illyria, the Darkling was obsessed with the sun summoner (not Alina) and how perfect they would be together as polar opposites. Even so, he may have have had some very fragile real feelings for Alina. During his death scene, although he at first looks at her in disgust for losing her power, "you're nothing now." He also says her name and wipes tears from her cheek so....

I am fascinated with the Darkling character and hope there will be a series dedicated to his earlier life and how that shaped who he became and his mindset - complete with relationships. I read the Darkling prequel and that was a great little start but I'd like more - maybe even going back to how his mom grew up and how she survived without a mother and father and how that affected her and her son. How did he and Mal become amplifier? And why and when did the Darkling change from a relatively sweet and innocent kid with a protective mom to the person capable of such evil? I can't help but feel sorry for the Darkling and found myself rooting for a turnaround and happy ending for him. For some strange reason, I even found myself pulling for he and Arlina to get together. I think he was born a good person and had good intentions, but over 1,000 years (or however long it was), he became corrupted and twisted by his growing power and magic that was beyond his control and transgressions from others that he couldn't resolve or forgive. I like to think that he still had a little good left in him, and he partly was drawn to Arlina (whether conscious of it or not) for the the good and "balance" she could bring. He even referenced this "balance he needed" when talking with her once. I also think he was attracted to her through some higher power that he didn't necessarily understand nor like to start with but couldn't resist, although she turned on him time after time. He cared what she thought of him and it was clear that he was a lonely person and wanted an equal and companion. I think in the end he was almost as much dismayed with the loss of this eternal companion he saw as an equal as he was with the loss of power, but maybe that's just my "always rooting for the underdog" and giving someone "second chances" personality. I thought the writing and creativity and story plot were superb. I love a good love triangle too and we had a quadrangle in this one. Actually, I don't think the Prince felt for Arlina to the extent as did Mal and the Darkling. Mal loved her personality and goodness and the Darkling had a raw , powerful connection with her with the promise of an eternal companion. I thought the touch of the Darkling sharing his name with Arlina was so impactful and enlightening. You get the sense no one ever really knew or understood him, and that was what he might have craved more than anything else although he might not have realized this fully himself. While he didn't get the turnaround I was hoping for, I was at least glad to see he got a few tears from Arlina before he left this world.

"He loves her in a dark way. It’s just the kind of character he is." agreed and well said!

I do really think that in his own twisted way he really cares for her and loves her , maybe not somuch as a person but definitly the idea of her. I think he doesn't realy know what love is and how to care in the right way and thats why he acts to cruel but underneath it all he is just a lost boy and i do think he loves Alina because she is light.

I'm pretty confident that he actually likes Alina and there seem to be facts almost hidden by the book to support that. Sure he did try and control her but he didn't have to like her to do that. The darkling is a really complex villian here and do remember that he was actually raised by Baghra while she was still angry about Morozova. I think in the beginning in a kind of twisted way he wanted to help Ravka but while time passed he got to be obsessed with power.

"Some part of the Darkling that is still good is drawn to Alina, as a moth to a flame. But ultimately, they cannot be true partners without destroying the other." really like what you said, beautifully written. I would argue that he did like her in his own way, but he had to be cruel because of his plans for Ravka and the liberation/protection of Grisha. His ultimatum was much stronger and ancient than his developing feelings for Alina, and he has a complex psychology.

I think it's a mix of her/her power and neither of them are exactly able to figure it out. In the end, he let himself love her to a degree, I suppose, because he figured he was safe in the sense that she wouldn't die and leave him alone. In my opinion, he saw it fit to allow himself some sort of emotion because he didn't think he was gonna lose it, but R&R happened.

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