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squigglyscribble · 8 months

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Theory: Viren Will Heal the Sunforge

Viren healing the Sunforge? That's a bit mad, isn't it?

It is. I know it is. But, hear me out. Look at Viren's arc and his "Greatest Hits" (lol) and I think there is an argument that could say: his story has been building toward this.

Viren's path toward darkness began when Soren got sick and Viren chose to do the unthinkable, the unforgivable, to heal his son. And that destroyed Viren's body--and, ironically, his family.

He remembered how he’d been filled with hope, certainty even, that this would change everything. He remembered hurrying home, ready to be forgiven. And even more clearly, he remembered the bitter hole left in his soul when Lissa told him his restored appearance changed nothing. Even though dark magic had helped their family, saving their son’s life—she seemed to fear him and hate him now, and he knew he could never repair that. (Book One: Moon)

So, keep that in mind. His corruption, his path, began when he healed his son ("sun"), his "golden" boy. This moment didn't only ruin his physical appearance, it collapsed the foundations of his family and began to slow descent downward.

Now, skip forward a bit, while still remaining in a time before the events of the main series. What was Viren's next Big Act on his journey?

... I think it was the Heart of the Titan.

“If we can hunt this monster and slay it, I can use the heart of the titan in a powerful spell that will warm the land, and allow us to magically grow an incredible bounty.” (Viren, 2x05)

To save Duren from a famine, Viren proposed they slay a Magma Titan and use its heart in a Dark Magic spell. This was a massive undertaken with devastating consequences, profound loss of life, and it was something Viren could singularly do:

“Viren... Without him to perform the spell, the heart is worthless, and this was all for nothing.” (Sarai, 2x06)

Once again, Viren's path of darkness yielded positive results, but at a great cost. With blood on his hands, Viren was able to do something only the sun can do: generate life and heat to a dying land.

Aaaaand this starts to bring us into the present. Because, of course, this moment--the crossing into Xadia to kill the Magma Titan--is what led to the series of dominoes that culminates in the main plot of the series.

In the main series arc, Viren's Big Act on his path of corruption and darkness is that he facilitates the destruction of Lux Aurea, the corruption of the Sun Nexus/Sunforge. (Note: I know he did a lot of other horrible stuff, but this was the kind of pinnacle of his badness and the climax of his arc. His point of no return.)

"But first, there is something we need here in Lux Aurea." "You want us to attack the stronghold of the Sunfire elves? But we need to preserve our forces for the final confrontation." "Viren, I’m nothing if not elegant and efficient. We’ll risk as few lives as possible… one." "Ah, mine." (Aaravos, Viren, 3x07)

Using Viren as a vessel, Aaravos was able infiltrate Lux Aurea, bite Pharos (the Sunfire Priest), taint the Sun Staff, and then spread corruption to the Sunforge, coating it in darkness. This also cemented Viren's feet to the path, there was no turning back now, and only death awaited him.

The destruction of Lux Aurea has had massive repercussions for the plot at large, fueling the events in Act 2 of this story. It has led Karim towards his own path of darkness in a bid to restore his home to its former glory (and turning him against his sister Janai).

So, to recap, Viren's story has included such highlights as:

Healing his son ("sun")

Warming the land (... like a sun)

Corrupting the Sunforge (which is symbolically the sun itself)

And what does his future look like? What ominous warning do we have lingering about good old Viren?

"The Sun Will Rise... And You Will Not"

(like Viren is just surrounded by sun imagery, isn't he?)

Of course this line is Aaravos trying to scare Viren into compliance. On the surface, this seems to be implying Viren will die at sunrise if he doesn't perform the Infantis Sanguine spell. And, sure, that could be what it means. But, like a lot of things, I think there could possibly be a double-meaning.

If Viren does heal the Sunforge in the future, this line could also apply, especially if the act kills him (or nearly kills him). It would be a sacrificial act of Viren drawing the poison out of the Sun and into his own body. Much like when healing Soren caused Viren's body to start to rot, pulling all that darkness out of the Sun Nexus could have horrifying consequences for Viren's health. Perhaps fatal consequences.

Yes, the sun will rise again, but Viren? He won't. (Maybe. I personally think he'll pull through.)

The "Why" of it All: Why Viren? Why a human?

Because I believe a human has to be the one to restore Lux Aurea, to teach Karim (and the prejudiced ones of the Sunfire elves) a vital lesson.

Take a look at Karim's hatred against humans and his belief of their inferiority in "After Darkness":

Karim’s blood flared with anger at the sight of her grin. He could not expect a human to understand what they’d come here to do, or what they’d lost.

and

“He was my friend,” Karim spat. “I will mourn him. And this is my home, and I will save it. You— you don’t belong here. You never belonged here, human.”

If a lowly human were the one to help restore Lux Aurea back to glory, it would show Karim that humans can help--and, more, that their union with Xadia is the path forward out of Darkness.

Viren healing the Sunforge would also invert what Khessa had said about humanity (to Viren's face):

“Ugh! Humans disgust me. Your kind could not be satisfied with what you were given. So you take what is not yours. You take it within you, and you turn it to filth.”

If Viren "took it [the corruption] within" him, he would be purifying it instead. Which would be a nice little bookend, I think.

Furthermore! Viren healing the Sunforge after he was the one to break it in the first place would bring new meaning to a particular season 4 subplot:

Lucia and Yonnis.

I mean come on! A human extinguished a sacred flame and then had to work to redeem herself to the Sunfire elves. Janai decreed that forgiveness and restitution was the more noble and just course of action.

“Gone are the days where we shed blood for justice. If we are to rebuild, we must do so together. In mercy. In compassion. Your hands shall make your amends. Under the guidance of our priests, you will build a shrine here...one where soul candles may burn without threat to the camp.”

So, like, Viren extinguished one big old candle, yeah? It would be poetic to let him try to fix it.

Anyway, on that note, let's look at this message Janai said to Karim after her judgment of Lucia:

“The Sun gives her light, but nurturing the seed is the work of our lifetimes. This is how we are going to rebuild, Karim. With patience. With faith. You and I... We won't live to see this new day. No, we won't. But the future will be bright again.”

... and, hey, that last line! What does that remind me of?

"To fulfill your wishes, of course. Is your wish to rule Xadia?" "I wish for humanity to flourish. And it cannot flourish with a knife forever at its throat." "So, you wish to conquer Xadia?" "No! No, my goal is a bright future for humanity."

I just think it's neat. 🥔

#viren #tdp theory #the dragon prince #text post from meeee #i had to get this out of my head #as for how viren would do this? i subscribe to star viren myself #and i can update my thoughts on that later #but it could always be dark magic again for all i know #i just think this would be a fitting ending to viren's story #and yes this is why i drew that art

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jessepinwheel · 11 days

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so for parasitic extraction, what's the original obi-wan up to/what's happening to him? What would cause him to help raise thousands of clones for the enemy? Is he a part of the hive mind? How do the Mandalorians (and the rest of the galaxy) treat the obi-clones? Are they considered a part of society by people other than their handlers or tools/slaves? (I'm just so intrigued by the concept, feel free to ignore any questions if you want)

so the thing with obi-wan is kind of complicated. basically, jango took the throne after jaster got assassinated, but he still had a couple years left in his military service at the time so there was this big hubbub about whether jango was even qualified to be emperor. but then jango managed to capture obi-wan, a jedi, alive. this is something that's never happened before because usually jedi are too dangerous to hold or will commit suicide before they can be taken in. so he publicly tortured and humiliated obi-wan on live television etc. and this pretty much cemented jango's legitimacy as an emperor

but instead of killing obi-wan, jango is obsessed with breaking obi-wan down and making him betray the jedi to prove his dominance and prove to himself that his emperorship isn't a sham. so he threw obi-wan into torture jail and tortured him. this obviously did not work.

but then jango was such a shit dad that didn't do very much parenting for cody or rex, so cody and rex ended up talking to obi-wan in normal torture jail and they liked him a lot because he's a nice person who pays attention to them. but because of them talking to obi-wan and learning things from him, they ended up letting a jedi go on a mission which jango was fucking furious about and decided to go get a new son (boba) about it, and also moved obi-wan from normal torture jail to his personal torture basement and also chopped off a foot while he was at it. for fun. at this point in time, obi-wan has been in jango's torture basement for 11 years and everyone thinks he is dead. even his obi-clones don't know if he's an actual human person or some kind of force ghost.

anyways. at some point jango made an offer to obi-wan that if obi-wan would let him make 2000 force sensitive clones of him to serve the mandalorian empire, he would let obi-wan go. obi-wan knew that this was complete bullshit and jango was lying, but he agreed because he had the idea that he would use these clones to take down the mandalorian empire instead because it was kind of the only way out that he could see. so he let jango make these clones of him and he trained and raised those clones via psychic skype without jango or anyone else realizing it, so that they would all conspire together to destroy jango's empire and also life.

but of course the jedi don't know that, so to them it looks like obi-wan is the biggest traitor of all time, because not only are the obi-clones clones of him, but they have actual psychic abilities that have been taught by an actual jedi (obi-wan).

re: the mandalorians, they're pretty naturally suspicious of the obi-clones, because they don't trust jedi in the first place. they're not treated as slaves because the mandalorian empire 'doesn't do slavery'. but a lot of obi-clones die from neglect or friendly fire. pre viszla actually pushes his assigned clone (boga) off a cliff because boga undermined his authority. bo katan straight murders her assigned clone (ben) because satine was being a little too gooey with him and also ben might have overheard something he wasn't supposed to. some people get along really well with their obi-clones. cody's got a weird situationship where he's kind of infatuated with his obi-clone, and ahsoka kind of sees her obi-clone (azar) as a mentor figure, and jango is just completely abnormal about his personal obi-clone (kote)

as mentioned in my previous answer, obi-wan isn't really part of the obi-clone collective consciousness, but he does have access to the obi-clone hive mind and in fact is basically using his obi-clones as a way to gather information across the entire mandalorian empire so he can plot how to destroy everything. he's kind of always watching over them (when he's not being tortured by jango). whether that is creepy is an exercise for the reader

ask me a question about parasitic extraction, the role reversal mandalorian empire au that I have

#ask jesse #fic: parasitic extraction

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altraviolet · 4 months

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I saw someone ask about the joint door, decided to share my notes on chapter 21 about said door— I find it sort of as a tool (? Not sure if that’s the right word for it) to show Rodimus’ growth specifically but that’s just my interpretation, I could be mistaken ofc:

This was the door to Drift's room.

No, this was the door to Soundwave's room. The one they shared. The one Rodimus had sealed up over and over. He lowered his hand. Wrong door.

I love that as his feelings for SW grow his hesitancy to open the down vanishes. Here he’s still a little hung up on Drift because he has never been able to vent about the gray years yet, later when Soundwave is ignoring him after the Stardrive incident he sneaks in the room— Update: In chapter 46 he just bursts in there and it is implied he comes through there all the time to be with Soundwave. I have the suspicion he barely leaves SWs room at this point.

Would love to hear more about your thought process including the door<3

First, the fact that you took notes and put down your thoughts concerning this detail makes my heart really happy, thank you for sharing 😭❤️

Second, you're spot on! The 'relationship' between Rodimus and the door changes as we move through the fic, and what you've stated above is correct. I'll admit, while writing, it wasn't cemented firmly in my brain in actual words. I just knew that the door would be ready when Rodimus was, and he'd use it.

Though! It might interest you to know that in my mind, for most of the fic, it was about Rodimus getting over his unhappiness with Drift. So, while you phrased it as, "Rodimus becomes more comfortable with Soundwave, so the door opens more," which to be clear IS TRUE, in my mind it started as "Rodimus becomes less uncomfortable that the room used to be Drift's, so the door opens more." There's a definite distinction there, but the two things happen to go hand-in-hand. One can't happen without the other.

I honestly can't remember labeling the door as a symbol in my brain early on while writing (some things are definitely Symbols and other things just Become Symbolic When I Look Back At Them), but if I had sat down and thought about it, or been directly asked, I would've realized that it is xD It's a literal door opening onto a new part of Rodimus's life, where he has let Drift go and welcomed SW in. By degrees, of course. There are a lot of messy feelings still, regarding Drift. And it's not always easy to let people in... we'll see more next chapter about that ;)

I'm trying to think if there was anything else about the door... oh yeah, he definitely used it when Drift lived next to him. For nighttime visits xD That's why he was so bitter about it later and had it sealed up. Those things aren't directly stated in the fic, but I'm hoping they don't have to be. It's all implied and follows the internal logic, so I hope folks picked that up.

And oh yes! One other thing. Folks may remember we got a description of Rodimus's room early on. I'mma copy paste that here as a reference for the next thing I wanted to share. Oh oh but while we're here:

The walls didn't answer. They did erupt into shifting holograms, photos and looping videos. Some were of Rodimus posing for the camera, action shots of him in battle or meteor surfing. Over the years, most of the solo images had been replaced by grinning selfies with friends, arms around shoulders, hoisting up a minibot or two.

The above, actually, isn't door related. I just wanted to say that the bolded sentence was meant to show that Rodimus had matured a little since LL #25. The tolls of their journey had forced him to recognize others above himself, and we see that reflected in the decor he chooses to display in his private space. OKAY back to the door:

Across the room was a collage of special images. Rodimus with the original crew of the Lost Light. Individual pics of him with 0001 Mirage and 0001 Trailbreaker and 0001 Skids. A pic of 0001 Ambulon with the rest of the medic crew. Tripodecta, Shock, and Ore sitting down for a drink together. Rodimus didn't have a picture with 0001 Atomizer. He did have a security footage loop of him and Whirl sneaking down a hallway. As always, Rodimus's gaze shifted from the photographs to the section of wall they adorned. It had once been a door. A door between his and Drift's room.

The door, very very specifically, is where he displays pictures of the mechs who died during the LL's canon adventure. These are the mechs he's always looking for. The ones he's already found, of course, are Trailbreaker, Ambulon, and Mirage.

So the door symbolizes not just his past with Drift, but his failures (in his mind) as a captain to keep those original crew members alive. That detail was deliberately chosen to link all those things together. No one's ever asked about it or mentioned it, as far as I can recall, but now you know :)

Woo, that's a lot of pressure for one little door!

So swinging back to your ask, in Ch 21 Rodimus was so excited to talk to Soundwave, he momentarily forgot how much he hated that door, and went right for it. And yes, when SW was avoiding him, he sneaked in that way (since there's a camera in the hall). And yup, he does spend quite a few nights at SW's now ;D

Hmmmmmmm... ok, I think that's it for the door! If you have any other questions just let me know. Thank you again for the interest in my writing!!

#nikkimna #echo garden related #ask #secret door #secret door lore #long post

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spaceless-vacuum · 5 months

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Fandom‧˚｡ﾟ･° ｡✎ Legend of Zelda

Pairing‧˚｡ﾟ･° ｡✎ Yandere!Fierce x reader, Yandere!Hylia x reader

Word count‧˚｡ﾟ･° ｡✎ 4462

Summery‧˚｡ﾟ･° ｡✎ the Fierce diety is observing the battlefield one last time before leaving to meet back up with Link. While in his own, he senses another presence behind him.

Misc‧˚｡ﾟ･° ｡✎ third person pov, reader is there but isn't as sassy as they normally are, mentions of death, yandere behavior, Hylia makes moves on the reader and Fierce is left watching

As the first rays of daylight touched the field it was clear the battle was over. Nothing left to do but care for the wounded and to pay respects to the dead. Soldiers on both sides had faced each other valiantly. Even the deity had to acknowledge their strength of will. No one knew which side would pull through as the victor- even as the battle continued into the late hours of the night.

Bodies of hundreds littered the ground. Blood painted the field crimson. It would stay for most of the day. Until someone or something came by to clean the place up and offer solace to the dead. The spirit of war had no words. The casualties were heavy on both sides. It was war- people died all the time. Maybe it was his fault for feeling so attached this time.

He had wanted to see this place in the light. To see if it changed anything for him. He hoped the light of day would clean away the wash of war. All it did was allow him more time to brood. For all it was worth, many of the people on the field would have assumed he didn't care. They died without knowing how long the deity spent in his vigil. Wishing for safe travels to each.

He had counted each life lost and recounted their names if he could. For those he could not, it didn't erase the pride he felt at their contribution. They all served valiantly. Each soul would return to where they came from, and he would not be there for it. It was common practice for him to spend his sigil in silence. It was for this reason that he disregarded the presence that emanated from behind him until they spoke.

“Who might you be?” Fierce was not in the mood to answer. He had never heard this person speak before. He knew who they were only by their touch which guided lost souls. Lifting the stain from each battlefield he observed. Even so the old god could never consider them someone he knew.

Your power sank into the earth like blood and washed away souls in a torrent.The weight of all those that hung to the ground were carried off. There was a lingering hollow in his chest- something that clawed at him until he grew angry. The show was over and there was nothing left for him to stare at. The bodies were left where they laid and the true essence of each person was gone.

“Oh? So Hylia’s honoured pet finally chose to make an appearance.” Whatever excuse for manners he had left the moment you acted. The fierce deity turned his head to look you in the eyes. Your name had reached his ears once. He couldn't remember what it was as he never had the chance to meet you. It might have showed, how little interaction he had with others.

Your reputation had left him with the discrete information of how you had been placed into Hylia’s service. He knew that you werent the one who cemented yourself by her side. Regardless you remained ever so faithful throughout the years. It was a cosy spot to be; many tried to curry favour with the goddess for greater strength. You had been placed at her right hand for years with little to note about what it was that made you stay.

Hislooked you over,his eyes catching on all sorts of points of interest. Your clothing was a single piece of fabric. A regal robe of black and red cast across your body. A golden belt tied around your waist pulled the cloth tight. Almost accentuating what was there. A pin in the shape of a rose on one of your shoulders kept the fabric together. The rest of the robe hung loosely around your body.

You had a slight frown. You were none too happy at his comment but didn't look angry. He would have been. Interrupting his vigil might have been your intention, but upsetting him was not. If Fierce took a moment to think about it he wouldn't have made a snide comment. Being here was part of your proper domain. It was you who should have been slighted at him loitering while you did your job.

You turned your head away. No longer willing to meet his gaze. The deity held his breath. Did the comment hurt you? The silence was too much, each moment grew more uncomfortable as Fierce couldn’t figure out what to say or do. Apologising would be a good idea but he couldn't think of anything to say. He wished he hadn't upset you.

The sudden wave of anger was in his nature. The time he spent alone was supposed to be his own. Observing before moving was what he did to come to terms with it all. It ensured his soul left as well as the others. Taking only the memories and leaving the rest behind him. His harsh words served no one and he would take them back if possible.

In truth you were having your own moment of contemplation. No one had ever referred to you as being Hylia’s own. Him calling you her pet was hardly earned. Was that what you were known as to him, or did he gain that idea from another? Not a bad position to be in all things considered. The jester is second only to the king, as they say.

If everyone else chose not to see that you and Hylia were equals then that was their problem. If they saw you only by how the goddess kept you by her side, that was their issue. As if all of your power was drained from the moment she ensnared you. What a stupid idea. You had no problem doing your job- even if Hylia kept you by her side.

You were bound to her. No use in trying to fight against something as set in stone as her will. Your life would always be tangled with her own. That wasn't something to complain about. You clasped your hand together in a diluted gesture. Passed down from the one you spent all of your time around. Fierce wondered if you noticed how you picked it up from the spectre of light.

You stood hands clasped, head slightly bowed, eyes closed in an act of pure devotion. The action seemed to suit you. Fierce said nothing. Catching even the slightest details in his mind for later. How gentle your hands looked held together. Against the blood stained battle of the past this was something he wanted to remember. To look back on just to see how you glowed in comparison to the light around you.

He let his eyes wander. Following the lines of the fabric that clung to your body from your shoulders down to your hips; where the fabric draped across them in a rather interesting manner. He knows he's staring. Your eyes are closed and there's no way you caught him in the act. Yet the warrior can't shake the feeling that someone caught him looking at you.

You opened your eyes and froze. A look of surprise played over your face. Something had caught you unaware. Whoever it was lurking in the shadows would have to pay for upsetting you. This was the second deity to be caught off guard in this clearing this morning and he figured he knew why.

Could that woman really not afford you some time to relax? She treated you like a pet on a tight leash. It was a shame you had no time without her. It was a crime to let you have no freedom. If you needed someone to fight for you… he let the thought go. He could not insult you by acting like you had no power of your own. If you had fought for your freedom you would have it by now.

The deity moved closer to you and as you took a step back he took another forward. Marching until your back was against a tree and he was hovering over you. His eyes lacked the cold exterior that he had for others. It was clear to him there was something more to you. A rare glint of the gem that laid beneath the surface. What was it about you?

He covered the ground between the two of you in three paces. He was tall enough that you had to look up as he towered over you. His demeanour was not intimidating. He wasn't forcing you to stand still, and you could still move away. You stared straight ahead. His armour gleaned and you could see a bit of yourself in its reflection. It was a miracle that it wasn't more damaged from the battle last night.

The blush lining your face was such a sweet look to you. You mutter an apology too quiet to hear. Fierce leans in desperate to hear you speak again. Something so soothing to the soul would come from your voice. He knows he needs to exercise constraint. He was far too close for a casual conversation and there was already someone watching from the bushes.

While the goddess still lurked in the shadows it would be best to make his motives unknown. He moved away from you and the tree. He didn't take a step back but he forced himself to not hover. The goddess of light stowed you away like a treasure, and he could see why. It was terrible of her to hide you away, but he felt like he understood why. There was more to you then met the eye.

If you weren't in her hands things would be different. As it stood there was little to worry about. You two would see eachother again. At the end of each battle he would have something to look forward to. He couldn't help but smile. If all he had to do to see you again was kill in your name he would gladly do so. Even if that wretched beast would only try to tear you two apart she could only do so much.

The beauty in the world was that you two could do this song and dance for forever. Doomed to meet again even if every other force in the world would stand between you. A will so defiant even the goddess herself couldn't force the two of you apart. He nodded and stepped away. It was better to cut that line of thought down, and quickly too. He couldn't pick a fight with Hylia in her own land.

There were people in this land who he was sworn to protect. This was her territory and he would show her as much respect as any. The best thing he could do was act as if she wasn't here at all, not until she chose to reveal herself. It was only the two of you now. His eyes met yours. He had to say something but all he could think about was how anytime you left would be too soon for him.

“What are you doing here?” His words were soft. He didn't want you to mistake his harsh use of language as another attempt to insult. He knew about you from the time he had spent around Hylia but he didn't know more than a story. Your past life was a mystery to him. What has shaped you into the person you were today?

“My dominion is death. Guiding souls to the afterlife is part of my duty.” Fierce had known that already. Your face lit up with pride and joy. You looked happy to talk about what it was you did. He knew now why Hylia held you so close to her heart. It was a shame she kept you tied up all the time. What was a songbird if kept in a cage?

“I did not mean to offend you. This is by right, your domain. I hope you do not mind having me here while you work. It is a lonely office to be tied to the dead. To spend our time together would be a mercy after all we've been through.” Forcing the words out was not easy. Fierce took your hand and placed a kiss on the backside of it. A correction for his rude remark and for not treating you with the respect for someone of your position.

“I think you're right. It can be… lonely when working with the dead.” It was trouble finding the right words. You hardly noticed the time passing anymore. After dealing with the loss of someone important to you, dealing with death everyday had its charm. Was there this same feeling in the deity? A separation from you and your peers that was as bearable as it was lonely? You loved your work. You never minded the way Hylia was always there, but there was a pit in your stomach that won't go away.

“If I had known you two would make such quick friends I would have introduced you sooner.” Hylia didn't sound too pleased. She had taken her time showing up. Her interruption was at the perfect time. No way the conversation between the two of you could return to normal. She had put a wedge and forced the two of you to put all of your attention on her.

Fierce and Hylia regarded each other. Trying to figure out what the other was up to. Hylia had the upper hand. She was the one who has any way of knowing how you act. Fierce was not as close to you as she was, you might try to protect her, or try to stand in the other's way. Hylia may be ready for a fight but he had the upperhand in that arena. Her real asset was knowing who you would side with if this went south. If anyone was going to make the first move it had to be her.

Hylia’s gown appeared to have a layer of chainmail between the fabrics of her dress. Her outfit could be excused. This had been a battlefield. He was wearing armour as well after all. Except Fierce was far past the point of giving the goddess a benefit of a doubt. She had no use for that. The battle ended hours ago and no one was here except for you and him.

The goddess stood poised for a fight. Her defensive posture was not ideal, and he could break it if he tried- but the arrows she would rain down would hurt you as well. If they fought here you would be caught up in the crossfire. Neither could make a move without the risk of harming you. He didn't have any plan of fighting here. He would defend you without hesitation; but Hylia was not your enemy, so she wasn't his.

“You should honestly know better.” Hylia spoke and in a flash of light acted against Fierce. One blinding flash of light later and everything went dark for Fierce. Hylia didn't move. She didn't have to. She trusted her spell would work. It was the same one she used against you after all. It wasn't difficult to push him back where he belonged. Her plan was to drain the deity of power without him noticing. He was so distracted by you he never knew what hit him.

Her aim was just as true as it had always been. Hylia never would have shown herself if she hadn't already been up to something. If he wasn't so drained from fighting last night she never would have attempted it- but he pushed himself too far. A modified arrow meant to revert him back. Like what she did to you when you flew too far from home.

You yelled. In a flash you were by his side. Hylia could wait for you to come to terms with it. He had no pulse anymore anyways. You dropped to your knees where he was standing just a moment ago and found… a mask. Lying there. The markings painted on the surface matched up to the ones on his face. In fact it sort of resembled his face. The carved wooden mask seemed to hum from inside. He was trying to say something but it was taking a moment for him to recover from the blow.

“If you want to go for a walk with him you can. He’s conveniently travel-sized now.” Hylia was enjoying her victory. The first friend you've made in a while and Hylia doesn't want you around them. You picked up the mask. Something about it was so calming. He was just like you this way. Silent, broody, and just waiting until he can come out again. It got you thinking. Just how many other people had been lost in forms like these?

You look over at Hylia. Despite her remark she looks calm. You clutch the mask close to you chest as Hylia stalks towards the two of you.

“What did you do?” You ask. A chill dances across your spine. A shiver from time lost having been trapped in an object. Hylia leans over and places a kiss on the top of your head. Kneeling behind you she leans one arm over your shoulder and gently plucks the mask from your grip.

“Don't act so smug demon. You never would have been allowed to have them." Hylia looks at the mask in her hands with disdain. He wasn't all there. Something in the mask stirred and pulled at power. He wasn't planning on remaining here long. He would appear out again if she didn't act soon. She could feel his smug satisfaction through the painted wood. The way he beamed with pride over being held by you. He was enjoying himself for too much.

“Why it’s to see you too, Hylia! It's been so long since we've last spoken. Oh I’m fine- and you?” Fierce spoke through the wood. He’d known Hylia for a while now. Knew her and her game well enough. Her feelings were hurt. Shed keep playing until she felt better. Hylia looked to you. Why would you want to be with such an arrogant man? Honestly if you wanted attention she would have been more than happy to supply. She loves you, what better way to show that than toshow you?

“You turned him into a mask?” You were shocked. The expression on your face was priceless. So sweet and caring. Hylia laughed. She couldn't help it. You were always so snarky and sarcastic so seeing you like this? Still speechless from what you saw. Had she put the thought of transforming him as well as you into your head?

“No no, not at all! He's been stuck in this form for so long, some old punishment from some other god, I don't know who.” Hylia patted you on your shoulder and stood up.

“Just like I am then…” You move to stand but Hylia trips you. She hooks one of her feet around your ankle. The mask in her hand flickers. Something angry shines in its eyes for a moment before disappearing. At a glance you can tell he's paying close attention. The two of you had much more in common than you originally thought. No wonder he's so drawn to you. Hylia swoops down to save you, catching you in a dancer's dip.

“No no…” The goddess speaks deliberately. “A mask is such a brutish form. You deserve so much better…” She enjoyed having you by her side but something in her enjoyed this game even more. Competing with someone was only fun when they made it so. She wasn't threatened by Fierce. Just as she hadn't been threatened by First. Jealous of them of course but she could usher you home if it grew too much. You were so sweet. Too kind to those who had suffered. You saw something like Link in him. Someone who gave up so much to protect others.

You had the fire of passion around you. A blaze that could warm any who stood close enough. Maybe it was wrong of her to fight with Fierce over that but god how she enjoyed toying with her lover. The demon could wait his turn or ask for permission to join in on the fun. She couldn't simply leave it at that though. It was too sweet of an opportunity to tease the two of you. Leaving you burning ever hotter only for her to whisk you away.

Competing with Fierce brought something out in her. She talked in a low tone, something that was practically a whisper. Begging your attention just to be able to hear her. She raised her left hand, to one holding the mask, and carefully used it to lift your chin up. Her other arm wrapped around your pulling you close to her chest. “If I were to turn you into something to wear it wouldn't be a mask. What would you prefer?”

Shivers run up your spine and she coos at your response as she kisses your vulnerable skin. She layers kiss after kiss along your neck. Slowly working her way up. Soon she's up to your ear where she whispers into it. The wooden mask holds onto you. Grasping at your conscience and you have to shield yourself from the touch of it. Hylia moves down to your neck and bites down, not hard, but enough to leave a mark.

Her hand not holding the mask moves down to the small of your back. Your face burns from heat. Fierce waits in his mask unsure of what to do. His ability to come outside the mask was dampened by Hylia’s magic but not enough to stop him. He could slip out, or he could wait to see if she would put the mask over you. If she put the mask on you he could take control, but that would leave him in Hylia’s arms.

Moving the mask she runs it over the top of your head and brings it down. Keeping the bottom of the mask away the top half rests against your face. This leaves Fierce unable to take control but aware enough to feel you. He can feel your conscious rest close to his. Something about the experience leaves him unable to control his thoughts. Hylia begins to lower the mask.

Just one more second- and before he can even control his anger the mask is torn away. Hylia threw the mask to the side. It landed in a pile of leaves a few feet away. The goddess got what she wanted in the end. She got you. He watches her run her hands along your sides before pulling you into a hug. You form phases out for a moment and she makes no effort to let go of the sword now held tightly against her chest.

“Just what am I going to do with you?” Hylia sounded happy, but you couldn't tell if she was talking to you or Fierce. You looked up and saw her blushing quite a bit. You've been drained quite a bit. Being put back in this form was always limiting. It was good that you already moved all the souls away or else you would be in trouble. As it stood there was little left to do. Your consciousness slipped away and you fell asleep.

Fierce can hardly control his anger. It slips out in waves of energy. He looks you up and down for any sign of distress. There was none. Now that you're a sword it doesn't feel strange to stare. You shine in the light of the goddess. He watches the black blade gleam red as the light hits it just right and wonders how it would feel to wield you in his hands. You’d certainly pair well with him. He'd have to look for you at the end of every battle, he wouldn't be able to rest without seeing you one more time.

“When will you send them down again?” Fierce asks, Hylia pretends not to hear at first. Turning you in her hands as she examines your blade.

“When do you think you'll learn your lesson?” Hylia asks absentmindedly. Playing the fool fit her. Fierce took several deep breaths and calmed down. You had been so close. For a moment he could feel your soul link up with his. He wasn't sure what he'd turn into if he transformed you into his vessel. He wouldn't try to, but the idea was tempting. Calm now Fierce thinks about Hylia’s question.

“For someone like that? I don't think I ever will.” Hylia sets the blade flat against her palm and checks to see if you are truly asleep- you are. She had been draining your energy the whole time she held you. Best to do it while you’re unaware. You'd never let her sleep if she tried it any other way. It took longer than she would have wanted. You were growing stronger.

“Please mind your manners. They're taken.” Hylia wasn't as angry as she sounded. Her and Fierce were on good terms. His actions here were harmless. She could allow him to see you again once in a while. It was just that the fear in her chest wouldn't leave whenever she saw you with someone else. Her actions this evening were innocent. It was meant to pull you close and show how you were in love. Maybe she had overdone it. She wasn't a fan of public displays but it felt nice.

Fierce felt a twinge of guilt. The goddess loved you. She would never treat you wrong. He was sure that however it seemed the lady of light loved you with everything she had. He could have been nicer and helped their alliance. That would have allowed him time with you so long as the goddess was happy, but it didn't feel right. You were your own person and could make your own choices. The people talking had no say in the life that was created for you.

He watched the goddess leave, taking you with her. There was nothing he could do. His mask was still on the ground. If Link didn't come by soon to pick him up he would leave this place himself. Without the magic Hylia was throwing at him it was much easier to support his own form. There was time to wait. He was determined to see you again and had an easy way to make that happen.

Killing was what he was made to do.

#format may be off due to me being on mobile #shipping off to basic tomorrow #so heres this before I leave #eye write #death god au #to kill a god au #yandere hylia x reader #yandere fierce deity link #fierce diety x reader

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frostandflamesfanfic · 2 years

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Stephen's Ruff Day (Strange x Reader)

Stephen's Ruff Day

Request: NO

Pairing: Stephen Strange x Reader

Word Count: 2.6k+

Warning: Just fluff with brief mention of sibling death

Summary: There's a new addition to the Sanctum Sanctorum and Stephen isn't too pleased about it. When little Billy starts causing trouble around your home, Stephen gives you an ultimatum: either he's trained or he's out. What happens when you happen to catch a sight that's too cute to handle?

“Can we?”

“No."

“Oh come on, why can’t we just-”

“No.”

“But he’s adorable!”

Stephen sighed as the scent of fish webbed its way into his airways. “I’m sorry,” he said rather unapologetically to the corgi puppy you currently had held up against his face, “but the Sanctum is no place for a puppy. Much less one who is less than three inches off the ground.”

You gave a mock gasp and pouted. “Hey!” you protested. “Don’t use his height against him. He’s vertically challenged like the rest of us.”

Stephen quirked an eyebrow.

“Well,” you shook your head at your six-foot-one-tall boyfriend. “Those of us who lost the genetic lottery. Unlike some people…” If there was one thing Strange knew you were self-conscious about, it was your height. You were the shortest of your family and your siblings never failed to tease you. In a way, it helped you become more independent. You came up with new ways to achieve your goals – a skill all too valuable in the world of the Mystic Arts.

You had your first encounter with Kamar-Taj shortly after you and your brother, William, were involved in a classic case of wrong place, wrong time. An armed robber caught the two of you outside of a bank. You had frozen to the spot, but William was quick to protect you. The sound of the gunshot barely registered until you saw your brother sprawled on the cement by your feet. The paramedics said he had died the moment the bullet punctured his skin. There was nothing you could do.

For years, you ran the event over and over in your mind. You wished there was something you could have done to change it. You’d have a new solution every day, but even then you knew it was impossible. Even if there was an incantation to help you reverse time, you were still an apprentice at the time – a sorcerer with only an inkling of knowledge about more complex spells. That was when you had a “genius” idea. If you weren’t strong enough to perform a time spell on your own, then you needed all the help you could get. That’s when you decided to tap into the Dark Dimension to strengthen your abilities. Sure, it was risky, but you couldn’t take being an only child anymore.

You had it all planned out; you snuck out to the library after you were sure the lights were out throughout Kamar-Taj. Wong had finished taking inventory an hour after the dinner service and was reading a book with headphones in his ears. There would be no one to catch you until it was too late. By then, you wouldn’t have been on their radar anymore. You would have William back and that in itself would be worth it. Everything would have been perfect if you had only accounted for the fact your teacher enjoyed a cup of tea by the library fireplace in the evenings.

“You cannot change the past,” the Ancient One explained to you once. “Changing a fixed point in time could be catastrophic in terms of protecting the universe.” So when life gave you lemons, you used the experience to inspire you to be better. You couldn’t save your brother’s life, but you could assess a threat; you could put your life on the line for others throughout the multiverse. It’s what made you an asset to the Sanctum as a whole…and caused you to catch Stephen’s interest. Shortly after the two of you had met, Stephen had fallen for you. There was something about your personality. You had confidence which made you unafraid to speak your mind. Yet there was also a tenderness about you, which helped you form a connection with anything – including the squirming fluff-ball in your arms.

The small pup had wriggled about as you were talking. It appeared that he wanted to be in Stephen’s embrace. He yipped and yapped before he finally launched himself into your boyfriend’s arms. His primary objective? Get Stephen’s goatee soaked with doggy saliva.

“Stop it,” your boyfriend said boredly.

The reply he received came in the form of a series of licks to the nose.

“I said stop it.”

The pup placed his miniature paws against your boyfriend’s grey t-shirt and jacket. You had to hand it to the small animal, when his mind was made up, he was determined to get what he wanted.

Stephen groaned your name in frustration. “Make it stop!” he cried, putting an emphasis on the final word.

You couldn’t help but chuckle. “He’s a puppy, honey.”

“He’s a terror,” he responded flatly.

“He loves you already!” A giggle slipped past your lips. “His profile says that he’s extremely shy and takes a while to adjust to people.” You gestured to the position the small corgi had taken up in Stephen’s arm. “That doesn’t look to be the case here.”

Now that he was being held, the puppy seemed content. He was practically hugging the sorcerer’s arm like a teddy bear, never wanting to let go. His tan and white head snuggled into the crook of Stephen’s elbow, eyes preparing to shut.

“Poor taste in character,” Stephen remarked, as he attempted to place the puppy back in the cardboard box containing its bed. “Besides, I don’t think a puppy with social anxiety is a good idea to have around a busy Sanctum.”

That apparently wasn’t the answer you wanted to hear. You gave him the biggest pout you could.

He stared at you before beginning to dislodge the puppy from his arms. “The Sanctum is too dangerous.” The small corgi squirmed and whined as he attempted to fight the odds currently against him. “Besides, with us out thwarting evil and visiting other dimensions, we’re hardly ever there anyway. Who would take care of him?”

“Wong could do it,” you argued. “And when we’re home, I can walk him, feed him. I can give him baths!”

“For God’s sake,” Stephen muttered. “This is worse than arguing with a five year old.”

“Oh come on, Stephen! I mean, look at him! How can you say no to this face?”

Your boyfriend gave you the straightest of faces as he looked you in the eyes. “Simple. Just watch and learn.” He looked down at the small puppy, his lips parting to begin to form a word. You expected to hear the harsh ‘no’ to leave his mouth, but that’s when the puppy gave the saddest whimper you had ever heard in your life.

It was the first time you had witnessed the great Doctor Stephen Strange hesitate in his life and it brought a smile to your face.

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“BILLY, PUT THAT DOWN!” you heard Wong’s voice exclaim as a crash sounded from another room followed by a series of playful howls.

“I knew this was a bad idea,” Stephen grumbled as he gestured to the Cloak of Levitation to leave you alone.

The two of you had just returned to the Sanctum Sanctorum after spending time in the Mirror Dimension. There had been a rumor of some less-than-satisfactory behavior in Ethiopia. Even though Kaecillius had been defeated, Wong seemed relatively certain there were still followers hidden within the shadows. Whenever you had felt a disturbance, you and your sorcerer of a boyfriend made any and all attempts to set the world right again. Neither of you wanted to deal with a Hong Kong-style attack anytime soon.

Another crash, this time from the Hall of Artifacts. You and Stephen shared a quick look and simultaneously bolted toward the source of the sound. What you saw caused a laugh to accidentally escape your lips. Billy was stretching out at Wong’s feet, short stubby tail wagging to beat the band.

“This dog,” your fellow sorcerer huffed, “is a menace.”

“I don’t typically enjoy being the one to say I told you so…” Stephen leaned over to whisper in your ear, a smirk flickering across his features.

“How could you let this animal be brought into the Sanctum, Strange?”

Just as quickly as it had appeared, the smirk vanished from your boyfriend’s face. “What?” he croaked out. “Me? It wasn’t my fault he was brought in-”

Wong stared directly at Stephen. “As Sorcerer Supreme, you have duties,” he said, meaning business. “You have a responsibility to this Sanctum and the safety of its residents. That means standing your ground when someone wishes to bring chaos into the home.” With a brisk nod, he walked off.

As it slowly became you and Stephen (and Billy) in the room, you couldn’t help but to giggle at how ridiculous the situation was. The other sorcerer, however, was far from pleased. “You just like seeing me get into trouble, don’t you?”

“Oh come on, why can’t you just admit you like him?” Billy woofed his agreement from his hiding spot behind your legs, head lolling to the side. “Besides…” You gave Stephen a quick peck on the lips, allowing your voice to dramatically drop to a whisper, “maybe I have a thing for bad boys.”

“Oh really? Well in that case…” a moment later you were attacked by a flurry of fuzzy fur against your face and a series of rapid licks. “Take care of your bad boy. See that he gets some proper training?”

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Billy’s fate was announced to all inhabitants of the Sanctum Sanctorum a few days after the Archive incident: either he will be trained, or he would need to be relocated to a new home. Stephen was tired of coming back to find Billy in his chair; Wong couldn’t stand the sight of dog hair and other…little surprises within the kitchen. It was either him or the rest of you, and the two elder sorcerers staked their claim to the building centuries prior to the small corgi.

Not wanting to lose your pet, you quickly found and enrolled Billy into an obedience school. You worked with him every day, doing everything the trainer said to do and nothing they didn’t condone. It wasn’t long after that you soon discovered the best part of being a corgi parent: they were super fast learners. It only took a few tries for Billy to understand the most basic commands, given the fact he had been taken to a shelter at eight weeks old. He was a natural!

Not only that, but you started to get your pup used to the applications of magic around the house. You’d have him follow you through portals, fetch things that were levitating, and even how to use the revolving gateways to do his business.

Then one day, you were making your way through the Sanctum looking for little Billy with a fresh bowl of water. He had disappeared before your second to last training session and you were determined to find him before-

A series of high pitched yips sent your heart plunging into your stomach. There was a scrabbling of paws, followed by a very deep sounding, “no.” Your dog had found your boyfriend again and the only thing running through your mind was, “please, God, do not let me drop this bowl of water.”

As you skidded behind the door to the library, you blinked at the sight. Stephen was levitating in the air with the Cloak, eyes trained directly on Billy’s short and stubby frame. Said pup was settled on his hind legs, head tilted ever-so-slightly to the side. A single paw was raised in the air, as though Billy was planning on walking toward your boyfriend.

“I don’t care how cute your real owner says you are,” Stephen remarked. “We need to be able to come to an understanding here.”

“Awo?” The curious whimper from your dog nearly made you melt into the floor. It was the most adorable sound you had ever heard. It was almost as if the pair was having a real conversation.

“Whether you realize it or not, your owner is my partner. This means that we should be able to spend time together whenever we please.”

Billy gave a quiet woof and his right ear flopped into his eye.

Stephen allowed a frown to slip onto his lips. “That’s not going to work on me,” he said in a serious tone. “Tomorrow is very important, Billy. Now I don’t expect you to understand as this is the first time you’re here for this occasion-” He hesitated and shook his head side to side. “There’s also the fact that you are, in fact, a dog and not a human.”

You had to contain another laugh as Billy yipped and wagged his stub of a tail in acknowledgement. It was almost as if he understood the fact he was a dog and was proud that your boyfriend recognized it, too.

The Sorcerer Supreme let out an annoyed sigh. “Yes, yes. You know you’re a dog. Good job for being aware of that. But this is important.” With a subtle nod, Stephen floated down to kneel on the ground with the Cloak to give a stern look to the excited corgi. “Today marks the tenth anniversary of your namesake’s death. Now, why I’m explaining this to you, I have no idea. There is no way you’ll ever be able to comprehend this.

“Before you came along,” Stephen continued, “I have watched someone dedicate themselves fully to their craft…besides myself, of course.” He paused again to smile at a memory. “But that’s not important. What is important is how I have never met anyone as amazing as this. Someone who listens, who speaks their mind… and even though the day brings about some difficult memories, we would still spend it together and talk. We…even became a couple that day. It’s become tradition and…and well, I had a very special night planned for tonight.”

Billy yipped.

“Yes, now stop interrupting.”

A whimper sounded, causing another sigh to escape the tall sorcerer. After looking around for a moment, you watched as Stephen leaned down to pick up the small pup. “Happy now?”

His response was a rousing series of licks to the face.

Stephen scrunched his nose up, generating a few wrinkles to naturally appear. “Okay, okay, stop. Stop it,” he urged. However, there was a flicker of a smile on his lips. “Maybe you’re not so bad. Even if you are currently taking up all of the attention around here now.” A second later, the smile vanished when he heard a creak in the floorboards.

Stephen spoke your name softly, almost as though he wanted to savor its feeling against his lips. If you weren’t careful, you almost could have just imagined it. “You can come out from behind that door frame now, dear.”

As you revealed yourself from your hiding place, you couldn’t help the smile that was stretching across your face. It warmed your heart to hear Stephen talk about you so fondly. Even though you had been dating for over a year, there were times you had felt insecure about his intentions toward you. Despite your cool attitude, you had a difficult time comparing yourself to the other Sanctum Masters and often wondered why Stephen would ever want to stay with you. Now the proof was staring you directly in the face and you had never felt so loved.

When you didn’t say anything, Stephen raised an eyebrow. “Is something wrong?” he asked.

“Hm?” you murmured distractedly, eyes locked onto the cuddly lump in your boyfriend’s arms. “Oh, nothing. Just glad to see my boys are finally getting along.”

“I wouldn’t call it getting along,” Stephen said. “He’s still a terror.”

Billy squirmed in your boyfriend’s arms as he attempted to get over to you. As he tried to put him back onto the ground, he couldn’t help the small playful glint from flickering in his eyes. As much as Stephen didn’t want to admit it, you knew the man you loved had formed a soft spot for the pup that had also stolen your heart.

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Author's Note: I'm back!! Sort of. With everything going on in the news today, I thought it would be a good idea to pop on to finally finish and post this fic I've been working on for about a month now. I'm sorry that the ending of this story is a bit rushed and honestly crap. It was difficult to write this after losing a pet, but I couldn't help but smile a few times at the thought of Stephen having a pet.

To those who submitted requests, I'm still working on them! I've just been in a writing slump these last few days because of some life stuff and uni starting up soon. I hope to be able to sit down by the weekend and finally catch up. In the meantime, requests are still open (unless otherwise noted on the request page)! As always, don't forget to leave a like, a comment, and a reblog as they really help me out (especially the latter).

One more quick note before I shut up and retreat back to my writer's lair -- nothing makes my day more than seeing your comments! The support that I've gotten on my fics recently means the world to me. With that said, please, message me if you want to talk! I'd love to talk about my fandoms and my many, many, fictional spouses. I promise I don't bite! :)

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ok saurrr i JUST finished ep3 of the Lazarus project so SPOILERS for anyone who hasn't seen it. i know a lot of ethical questions are being raised here but i wanted to know your thoughts on the absolute horror of that episode and the ethics involved because im so confused and conflicted and horrified (in a good way!) idk like maybe here are just some thoughts but: the way people react to each other's tragedies is soo fascinating. the way wes was cold about the rebrovs' son's death but cried when faye dies and when threatened of her own life. the way shiv cries but does nothing (and yet is the only one who tries to acknowledge the horror), the way archie saw it coming and the first thing she does is point it out just to prevent future heartbreak, the way janet knew the risks and did it anyway and that STILL doesn't negate the fact that it was still horrible that she lost her son even though everyone knew it was a real possibility. and the way you can read rebrov's breakdown as a possible empathetic response to archie losing wes even though he also partly blames them for not saving the timeline sooner. the way that janet knows the agony that can result specifically from turning back time and yet helps george anyway because despite it all, she still chose to give birth to her daughter every time.

hellooooooo babe I appreciate these messages so much I love talking about TLP. ok SO:

in relation to wes.. SO many questions about her and the project itself. we are supposed to assume they have no allegiances with any country and operate independently, but they clearly have a western bias which makes me wonder who's really in charge? is their job not just western imperialism? how is wes the highest they can go up the ladder but she doesn't seem to have much idea of what's going on? what does she know? who the fuck is she???? if lazarus isn't tied to any government what keeps them in check?? who's playing god here? because I don't think it's wes.

lazarus agents all seem to be conditioned to be fine violating whatever geneva conventions it takes to get the job done for the greater good. they're all selected from imperialist militant intelligence backgrounds. shiv was brought in at a VERY young age because he "did the right thing" in the eyes of lazarus/wes and the kind of loyalty that cemented in him, probably grateful to have an answer/directive to this thing that's been happening to him all his life. lazarus is the highest authority and the closest thing to god for shiv. and they let him in BECAUSE he "did the right thing" in their eyes, so he wants to keep doing whatever that is. even if there was something he could've done differently in those last moments before the first checkpoint of ep 3, would he??? I don't think he would've at that point before later character development.

(side note: george also got time loop consciousness by a fluke and already had a solid background in tech so that he could easily work in their intelligence. sometimes I wonder what might happen to a random person with time loop consciousness who had no existing skills or resources useful to lazarus. would they just leave them to go mad???)

then there's the greater good in question. dennis is such an insane character to me because I get it!!! I really do!!!! tom burke also played a character not dissimilar to rebrov in my fav show utopia. he's objectively evil for wanting humanity's extinction to happen, but he's written in a way where we can actually empathise with that pain, because what happens to him and janet is sure as fuck enough to make you question god.

then with janet... I think her decision to go through the first pregnancy despite the risky timing speaks to how much she loved and trusted the people she worked with at lazarus. they were all brought together by their shared time loop consciousness and their fucked up jobs they can't talk about to anyone else. your coworkers are all you've got when you're all working for god. you can't Not be loyal you can't Not care about each other. (even when archie loses ross and decides to never love again she is such a FIERCE friend, even to george. shiv is the same.) that silly exchange with the whole group "janet had a bleed" "I can confirm agent rebrov has pamphlets" like they were/are literally a familyyyyyyyyyyy she thought they were going to keep her safe and then they FAILED HER.

and then with choosing to have her daughter... I think it stopped being a choice after the first couple resets but one could argue it might never have been a choice because it's what she feels she owes/is owed after losing her son? the way the daughter is born time loop conscious as well is insane. CRAZYYY episode of television

#replies #Anonymous #the lazarus project

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kim-poce · 2 years

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My New Wip

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CW: pet whump, deaf whumpee, caretaker new master, reformed criminal caretaker, institutionalized slavery.

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People were talking, or at least it thought so, it never can be sure, after all, it was trying to be good! It was looking down as it should, seeing the pet-blood-stained cement floor inside that dark shelter, it had no way to pay attention to the people's conversation even if it tried.

Still, it knew someone was walking it, it could feel their steps on the ground, it tensed; foolish. It had to be good, it had to be good and still it tense for just that? How can it serve people if it can’t be around them? It really isn't fit to serve anymore, maybe it never was.

The people —the woman in charge in the shelter, the guy that feeds it and the big stranger wearing black tennis and jeans— must have finished their talk, because the woman and the stranger walked away in direction to the person who had just arrived and the guy who feeds it crouched down in front of it.

He waved his hand, an order for it to look at his face. ‘Be good,’ he mouthed, he didn’t seem angry —he rarely was—, so it knew what he was talking about, it had a new owner, didn't it? Its fear had become real and it was being taken away to a new house.

It knew it was being ungrateful, it knew, but it had been in so many homes, it had so many owners and it was just… tired, scared, it didn’t want to learn new rules anymore. The other pets like it when they leave the clamped shelter, no more long boring days inside a cage too small to sit straight, no more tasteless food in small amounts in order to feed everyone. But it rathers to live like this, life isn’t comfortable anyway, so why try to change it?

‘Do you understand?’ the guy who fed it mouthed, he was worried, he was so much kinder than it deserved, if it was allowed wants, it would want to be his instead of the big stanger’s.

It nodded weakly, this man was kind, kind enough to worry about a mere pet, so it was better to part ways acting as if everything will be okay, acting as if this is for the better. They both know this is a lie, no one wanting a good pet would come to that shelter, no pet there will ever be happy. Still, it forced a smile, careful not to show its lack of two front teeth and nodded again.

It looked around, to see if there were other people there, there weren’t. It knew that what it was about to do was risky, but it had to.

“Thank you,” it said out loud, it didn’t know if its voice was barely audible or if it was way too loud. But it must be okay, the guy who fed it smiled, caressing its matted hair before, he mouthed a ‘you are welcome’, it was almost sure, it isn’t good at reading lips, it only knows well the trained orders, the rest is always a guess.

The guy clicked a leash to its worn out collar and led it outside where the stranger —owner— was, it wasn’t allowed to look up but it knew they were huge and strong, this would be bad, this would be so bad. It tried to think of something else, it had to think of something else, like how to please this person.

The stranger —owner— crouched down in front of it, they mounted a lot of things way too fast for it to pick up, they had a slightly tanned skin, slightly wavy long hair, it was dyed purple or blue at some point but now it was an old uneven green, they had thick eyebrow and a face that seemed always angry.

‘Do you understand?’ they mouthed, it could read this part.

It nodded, lying, the stranger nodded too before getting up and slowly led it to the backseat of the car, as they clicked the seat belt it thought that this was truly happening again. it would be taken to the stranger’s house, to a strange new life and new rules and new punishments and a brand new hell, until its owner got tired of it and sent it back to the dark familiar cells in the shelter.

It was risk, but it made a decision right then; if it would be sent back anyway it was better to make it fast, it would be a useless pet, so useless that no beating fix it, enough for this stranger get rid of it as soon as it could, if it got lucky —it was never lucky— it would be sent back to the guy who feeds it.

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@cupcakes-and-pain @sideblogformindtrash

#whump #pet whump #caretaker new master #caretaker new whumper #whump fic #deaf whumpee #institutionalized slavery #institutionalized slavery tw #criminal caretaker #my writing #please help me name everything in here #A Brand New Life

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totaldramafan-lauri · 6 months

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Mammon is indeed a sad sack of-

OK, finally, time to give my thoughts on this episode. I know it's been a while, and I normally don't take this long, but other stuff kept taking my energy, and I knew this was likely the last episode of the year, so I didn't wanna rush it out when I wasn't in any hurry.

Now, this episode...I don't have as much to say about it as I did about Oops. Everyone knows what's good about this episode. It isn't just entertaining, it isn't just funny, it isn't even just dramatic. It's a statement. In a way, this is kinda like Helluva's version of a Very Special Episode, but it doesn't come across as preachy in the slightest. It still feels like the same show, except it has a lot to say this time, and does practically all of it flawlessly. The messages within this story are all things viewers can take to heart and learn from. The most obvious one is about cutting toxic people and abusers from your life, but there's also stuff about how idols aren't always who you think they are, and about perfectionism and how it's OK to not always have to be The Best, which even I can relate to (with how often I bash my work for not being perfect), and even stuff about the entertainment industry, all of which other people have discussed by now. There's almost nothing new to add at this point.

Fizz is still a great character, and this episode made his relationship with Ozzie grow on me SO much. I love them together now! I love how Fizz pushes himself not just to please Mammon, but also because he fears that without Mammon, he'll lose everything he has including Ozzie. This isn't just him blindly idolizing Mammon, this is him believing that Mammon made him who he is and without that he's NOTHING. This hurt even more when you consider that Fizz was left crippled after the circus fire...He has REASONS to trust Mammon, who was likely the one who helped rebuild him after that, and just- aaaaaaaaarrrrggghhh!! You WANNA tell Fizz that Mammon shouldn't matter to him, but you SEE WHERE HE'S COMING FROM and it's- MAN it hurts!

"You're with me because of who I am at my best!" Dang, that line....I remember when Fizz appeared to be the picture of confidence, the foil to Blitzo's internal self-loathing. Yet another thing I got very wrong...

This is such a feel-good episode for Helluva standards...It has its harsh, raw moments, but the support Fizz receives from everyone around him at every corner, culminating in one of the most satisfying, happiest endings in the show...It's hard not to smile when it's over.

I loved seeing Ozzie calm Fizz down from his panic attack. That whole scene was just unbearably sweet, and cemented me as a Fizzarozzie supporter when I wasn't sure if I liked them before (that was really me just having to get used to them being nice guys and not villains).

And it wasn't just Ozzie - I loved having an immediate follow-up after Oops with Fizz and Blitzo, confirming that they're indeed on good terms again. I really like how Fizz doesn't pronounce the O in Blitzo anymore. And I just really like having another episode were Blitzo doesn't mess up at all - he's JUST patched things up with Fizz, so it's really cool to see that he intends to keep things like this and not lose his old friend again. He's really supportive of Fizz the whole time, and I like seeing him take a relationship seriously, as well as him seeing right through Mammon's BS.

And that scene with the deaf kid....c'mon. What more can I say about that? It's just perfect.

The only thing about this episode I didn't like at first was that creepy ex-fan of Fizz's. For a bit, I thought he was a pretty...pointless character. I didn't know why he needed to be there, and his scenes were just uncomfortable to watch for no reason. Mammon was already an effective villain who sets off Fizz's anxiety, and the Glam sisters could've also easily have taunted him more, since they were already showing off and getting attention. Just have the sisters rub their success in Fizz's face a bit more, have THAT make him panic, and there's no need for that guy.

But...now, after giving it some thought....I get why that guy needs to be there. He's there to show how, even if everyone else surrounds you with love, when even just one person hates you, that's the person who's words will still stick in your head. That guy was just one voice in the crowd, but he was the only one booing, and his voice stuck out to Fizz, who ended up giving him even more of an opening. I still don't like watching that guy, I think he's way too over-the-top and his toxic fan behavior is very exaggerated, but he definitely does his job at the end of the day.

So, yeah, the story's great, the messages are great, but I really have nothing new to say about either at this point. However, you wanna know what my FAVORITE part of this episode was?

The. Songs.

Holy crap, the FLIPPING SONGS-

Not gonna lie....Up till now, season 2's songs had really not been as good as season 1's. There hadn't really been any WOW songs yet. The only songs in season 2 that I'd really gone out of my way to listen to were "You Got The Power" and "Crashin' A Muthafuckin' Wedding", neither of which were amazing songs, just ones I have a soft spot for (The former, I just tend to really love 80s inspirational anthems and I think it's a good parody of one of those, and the latter, I think it's really catchy but I also admit to not liking it as much as a song on its own away from the awesome scene it plays during). Not to mention, most of them are pretty short? Which means less impact. The only song this season you could tell they were trying to make a scene out of was "Look At This!" which ironically had the opposite problem to me, overstaying its welcome.

But then.....THEN....we got this episode. And my wishes were granted. Every single song in this episode is phenomenal. "Klown Bitch" is super catchy and a lot of fun. "Crooked" is the sweetest thing I've ever heard (that "I think you're messy, but I'm messy too" line still melts my heart).

But....both of those songs, as great as they are, don't measure up to "Two Minutes Notice", the BEST song of the season so far, and my new second-favorite song in the whole show. I'm dead serious when I say that. I ADORE that song! I've listened to it on its own sooooo many times already! Everything about it just hits the spot for me! That big emotional release for Fizz as he FINALLY calls Mammon out for everything he's made him suffer through, Mammon not realizing it's directed at him until that uber satisfying namedrop towards the end, was brilliant. The lyrics are both meaningful ("I have suffered for profit and suckered for fame / Made a fortune you could steal") AND funny ("Kiss my ass goodbye, you CUCK")! Music-wise, it's SUPER climactic, with a nice big chorus, and that part where Fizz gets the audience clapping along is super catchy! And not only is the song incredible, but we get three whole minutes of it! A whole scene, dedicated to a song THIS FLIPPING GOOD!! I literally could NOT ask for more!

So....yeah, this episode is GREAT. There's not really any issues with it! It's a really good self-contained story, extremely satisfying, very real in places, and Fizz and Ozzie are super cute! Sure, Mammon isn't very interesting, but he does his job, too!

I keep seeing people say this is an absolute masterpiece and the best episode of the season...maybe even of the whole show. And if you're someone who has that opinion, I completely understand why. The story can really hit home to a lot of people. People like Mammon really do exist out there, and if you know someone like that, I get why seeing Fizz get away can be extremely satisfying. Buuuuut, for me personally....

This...isn't my favorite episode of the season. It's actually third place for me. I like Oops and Exes And Oohs more.

N-now, lemme try to explain why-

This episode just...doesn't hit me as hard as those two did. And I think I figured out why.

It's cuz....this is literally our first time seeing Mammon at all. And Fizz broke free of him in one episode. I feel like if we'd known Mammon longer, it'd hit harder to see Fizz earn his freedom, but no, he quits at the end of their first episode together. This is why I said this episode is a good self-contained story. When you place it in the timeline of the show, it feels like it happens way too fast. Thankfully, it still WORKS, mainly cuz I care about Fizz, and the episode DOES give us JUST enough moments of Mammon's abuse that we're able to get the gist of their relationship, but it does cause the episode to lose a bit of impact it could've potentially had if we'd had more Mammon beforehand. Compare this to Oops, which almost had me in tears.

Sure, the emotional moments here still hit, particularly the stuff with Fizz's panic attack, but none of it carries the same weight as Blitzo shouting "I DID CARE!" I saw a few people say the ending to that episode was rushed, but I personally didn't care cuz....it's Blitzo, the guy in every single episode, breaking down and pouring his heart out. We know him, we know how his mind works, and seeing that flashback made the whole experience satisfying when he finally mends a relationship.

As for Exes And Oohs...now that I think about it, that episode is....kiiiiinda similar to this one? In that, we learn that one of my fav characters has been suffering under the boot of an abusive father figure and the episode features him standing up against that father figure. Moxxie and Fizzarolli are my two fav characters in Helluva Boss, but of the two, I've always related to Moxxie harder. I don't love Fizz for relatability. The only thing I relate to Fizz on is being a perfectionist. Everything else he's had to go through - being exploited and marketed against his will, having to deal with toxic fans, etc. - are thankfully things I have no experience with. But Moxxie's near-constant battles with his self-esteem? I always feel those so badly. Not to mention that Exes And Oohs recontexualized nearly ALL of Moxxie's character and cast him in a tragic light (I explained it in a past post), when I thought I knew him so well. Not to mention.....something I've never talked about with Exes And Oohs is that, despite how dramatic its stakes are....it also manages to be a really funny episode too? Like, it legit has some of my fav jokes of the whole season still. It's just a very well-rounded episode that made me understand one of my fav characters more.

This episode was really really good, but it lacks the impact of those other two cuz I feel like it didn't have enough buildup. That's really about it. And that's just my opinion. If it's your favorite episode, I understand why completely. Everything else about it is flawless. I have zero complaints. I'm happy Fizz is outta there, and I'm curious to see what he's gonna do now. I love the stuff with Ozzie, I love the stuff with Blitzo, and above all, I'm super happy that I FINALLY got my big Wow Song from season 2.

And we're only halfway through the season, holy fffffffff- W-we still have time to get even more good songs- H-how many have they saved up? We'll see XD

.....

One more thing this episode did.....was it finally helped me move on from my old image of Fizz. I'm ready to let go of him for good now.

So, like I said in my Oops post....in the interim between Ozzie's and Oops, I got excited to see Fizz again, and built him up in my head as who Ozzie's prepared me for....a villainous Fizz. I thought he was gonna be this sadistic, chaotic force with a grudge against Blitzo, who would turn on a dime from being goofy to being cruel, yet still with the ham and charisma of a performer. I would imagine him mercilessly taunting Blitzo and using their history together as friends as ammo to tear Blitzo down. He was the shadow of Blitzo's past mistakes, a monster he created, and he'd NEVER let him live it down. I was very disappointed when the real Fizz wasn't like that at all, but decided I liked him anyway (in a different way).

Now, after this episode, I can say....it's better this way. The Fizz we have is a much more dynamic character than what that would've been.

When I think of "my" Fizz (I feel weird saying "my" Fizz, so I'll say villain!Fizz or Ringleader!Fizz after the old fan song "The Ringleader" by PARANOID DJ, which if you listen to it, gives you a pretty good idea of how I perceived his character after Ozzie's, if you're curious), yeah, he would've been FUN, but he wouldn't have been very original. Not only do we have a lot of villains in Helluva, but even in terms of the imp villain with parallels to Blitzo, we already have Striker. Ringleader!Fizz would've been another Striker but with a goofy exterior and a more personal connection to Blitzo. That's pretty much it. Striker even has the sadist angle, too.

I still love Ozzie's to death, but man, that episode is aging really weirdly as time passes, huh? XD Knowing my fav song was sung by...two of the nicest characters in the show....pfffff....Sorry, Stolas, geez....

S-sorry about the tangent-

U-uh....yeah....good episode, can't wait to see what we get next year! I don't really have any hopes for next episode except....I miss Moxxie. Now that I feel satiated on Fizz content after these past two episodes, I miss my other boi. Lemme see him soon. Also, for the rest of the season overall....LOONA EPISODE PLEASE. I can completely understand if some people are frustrated that Fizz, a supporting character, has gotten two episodes this season while Loona has had NOTHING outside of that one scene in Seeing Stars. And finally.....what's going on with Stolas and the crystal situation? What's Blizo gonna think about this? I think this is gonna set up for some kinda misunderstanding where Blitzo will think Stolas doesn't want anything to do with him anymore and UGH, just get it over with already!!

#helluva boss

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tblsomedoodles · 1 year

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We say Leo slips up and that's how CJ gets confirmation of Leo being a seer but what if the slip up less Leo talking about something that hasn't happened yet (cuz if Leo has gone presumably his whole life without sliding up I don't think he'd do it now) but rather something simple and very easy to miss. Leo loves giving nicknames, so it's not hard to imagine he starts throwing random nicknames out to CJ and accidentally has a slip of the tongue like,

*Leo helping CJ understand something the apocalypse prevented him from doing*

"Thanks Mas- er, Leon... I never knew there could be so many flavors of drinks!"

"Not a problem, Little Hope, Neon Leon's here to help!"

"..."

I mean, before his nimpo unlocked, he didn't even realize he had powers, they were just vague, forgotten dreams. So technically, he would only have been actively hiding it for the two months before the invasion.

That being said, i do really like that it's just that nickname that fully cements in CJ's mind that Leo can actually see the future.

Thank you!

OOh, that could be cool! B/c he wouldn't have had dreams of the changed future before CJ came back, they were all of the apocalypse timeline. But after, especially during a time he was very stressed out, yeah, he could very well see the changes, and he'd rather have those than the apocalypse.

Thank you!

oh that breaks my heart but yes! just yes!

Thank you!

Oh for sure. Leo's definitely going to hug CJ at some point (and probably a lot after. The kid needs hugs damn it lol)

and yeah, pretty much. I'm not sure how CJ would feel about that. B/c he knows Leo isn't the same as his sensei, but in the same token, he's seen a lot of what his sensei had seen so he is a lot closer to him then CJ originally thought.

Thank you!

That would change that context! and yeah, that's probably exactly what's going through his head, the poor kid. (i mean, he probably didn't know consciously since he doesn't quite remember his dreams by this point, but he would definitely get the feeling that if he didn't hug her now, he wouldn't get the chance later.)

Thank you!

#asks #tmnt #rottmnt #seer twins au

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diviner-alva · 2 years

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3/30 - The way she accepts him

Well if you are familiar with my rambles and ted talks, you've seen me talking about how Kotallo was the first person Aloy accepted at least twice. The first posts might seem a little repetitive I know but we're just warming up for the follow up boys.

We see that she didn't just accepted him, but she straight up forced him to come along and help her take down the Bulwark, even though we know perfectly well she could easily have done it by herself. Yet she wanted his company, why? It's hard to say for sure, but I think it might have been because making Tekotteh suck it up was something she wanted Kotallo to have a part in, she knows too well how it feels to be humiliated and sneered at for something that's not your fault, I think that maybe she wanted Kotallo to be the one to put Tekotteh in his place, and he did with the "So send them now unless your word means nothing", "I didn't hear you". But who knows what she was actually thinking when she said that (your thoughts are more than welcomed in the comments, I like seeing different opinions because they drive me to reformulate mine).

About the cannon scene (hehe I will sneak that scene anywhere I can, as I should because it is pure gold) Aloy could've carried that cannon by herself, if you ever fight a tremortusk and remove the plasma cannon aloy will walk with it, slower than him yes, but she can carry it. But even if she couldn't, they could make her strap it on the back of a charger. The point is, she let him carry it for her, because she knew he needed to prove it to her and himself (but the way Aloy is, I was expecting her to be "I need no man to carry stuff for me", so tell me Aloy what was your goal here, you seemed very impressed with his strength for a minute there).

And finally the moment we all fell in love with Kotallo (I mean if you haven't already by the "That was an unkind comparison" or "I have a strong back" so let's say that this cemented the love) when he pledged his life to her, not her cause, her. He had no idea what was her mission, her goal, her obstacles and he threw himself fully at it anyway, this is mostly because she was so supportive of him during the bulwark, as I mentioned in the previous post. And you see the first reply she comes up is "but Hekarro needs you" she doesn't say "you don't know what I have to do" "this isn't a fight that can be won with martial prowess", she either never doubted that he would handle the focus just fine or she just wanted him with her since the beginning. She knows Hekarro needs his marshals, Kotallo being the most experienced of them, so she at first asks if Hekarro needs him, which of course he does but she's worried he is being sent away, discarded after the kulrut was done and more marshals were promoted, that's why Kotallo answers "It is what I choose". And after that she has no complaints, she just embraces his help and support so fully that I just think it's beautiful, they know what it is to be shunned and perhaps that's what made her just want to take him away from his tribe and along with her.

And the last one is a farewell at the base, I rarely see Aloy's voice so soft, he doesn't force his help upon her, just says that he's there if she needs, giving her space and independence, he believes she's more than capable on her own. He knows if it were with him, he wouldn't like people forcing themselves to help either, even before his arm, tenakth don't usually accept help after all. That deep mutual understanding they have is what's beautiful, is what made her answer sound so soft and thankful, that's what made be include it because I just think it's beautiful.

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<- Previous post "2/30 -The way she admires him"

-> Next up "4/30 - The way they smile to each other"

#Kotaloy #Kotaloy compilation #aloy #kotallo #aloy x kotallo #horizon forbidden west #hfw

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sorry i was working on my toyhouse again which means I read oc profiles again and have thoughts about them again.

i kind of like how eva did not start out as a violent person at all but by like the endgame of lcorp he's just ready to get himself covered in blood and rip through anything thrown at him at that point. and i also like that he started becoming that way after julian's death .

before his death he was going through it supreme and was burning himself out constantly and had endless piles of stress and anger at the world and his circumstances on his back and was doing a balancing act of keeping himself afloat and professional but instead of ripping through things to cope he just . bottled it up and slathered an air of professionalism over it. it isn't important it'll just make u unpalatable for ur boss. go to one sin's containment and vent if needed but don't let it break you.

but after witnessing an act of horrible violence towards someone he actually knew by name and interacted with daily and Wasn't just a redacted black strip or a code of numbers and witnessing how little anyone cared about it or how effortlessly the day went back to normal after cleanup it was just Cemented in him that Life Is This Way Violence Doesn't Matter. it's normal. venting isn't enough when you're absorbing everything around you on top of your stupid embarrassing grief and everything is putrid and heartless to you. making the trip up to control for confessionals takes much more time than just ripping into whatever threat lays around the corner and letting urself go blind swinging putting all of your tension into the grip on that swing and pretending it's your mom or your boss or your stupid coworker or yourself. who cares about writing about your feelings when you can spend your workday ripping shit to pieces with your hands and coming home to wash the blood off and play some piano. is it grief. is it finally finding a way to vent your overwhelming emotions in a way that's expected of you to survive. what even matters under there anymore

#txt #if you cant tell im normal over these stupid fictional men .#ocs #eva #julian #having so many thoughts yet they all r just literally whatever i wrote down on that page just restated in 200 more words #long post #it isnt that deep esoecially when im not able to exoress it in words but it can be

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It's a me! Cause you told me to send this ask lol. So when you want could you please write some itager? Feel free to do what you want, all I ask is Feli is the dominant one lol

Ugh bottom/submissve Lud my beloved. I may have went a little overboard, but hey, what's the fun in omegaverse if there isn't a little bit of plot?

Rating: E

Pairing: ItaGer

Word Count: 2406

Author's Note: Really really mild dubious consent because the heat affects some of Ludwig's reasoning and Feli doesn't think they'd be doing this otherwise. But Ludwig has wanted this for awhile, long before he even knew he was an omega.

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Better Late than Never

With his tall stature, strong build, commanding presence, and desire to protect, everyone around Ludwig assumed he would be an alpha. But he never showed any signs of being either secondary gender, so by the time he physically grew to twenty years old, it was deemed that he was simply beta.

Ludwig was quite content with that. Now he didn’t have to worry about pesky biology like heats and ruts getting in his way of work or the things he enjoyed. He could carry on with a peaceful life–or as peaceful of a life as one could have as a nation. But life never seemed to let Ludwig be peaceful.

In the dead of night, Ludwig woke up with a scalding pain in his lower abdomen and drenched in sweat. It didn’t feel like indigestion or the flu, and it wasn’t like he strained the area recently. He didn’t want to get up, but he needed pain medication and maybe a cool cloth. But he'd give himself a few minutes and hopefully the worst of the pain would subside so he could get up.

When it didn't, Ludwig forced himself up and hobbled to the bathroom. He knocked over a few things as he scrambled for the bottle of Ibuprofen. He gulped it down with a glass of water and trudged back to bed. When he returned, Feliciano was sitting up in his bed. Right, he had snuck in again. Though at this point it wasn’t really sneaking in. Ludwig always left a window unlocked.

“Are you alright Luddy?” Feliciano asked, words running into each other in his half-asleep state.

“Yeah…I don’t know. Dinner didn’t agree with me, or something, but I should be fine in the morning.”

Feliciano tilted his head. “Okay. Hey, do you smell something?”

Ludwig collapsed into bed, trying to get comfortable. “Huh?”

“Something…Sweet. Like something baking.”

Ludwig huffed, the pain wearing his patience thin. “Just sleep,” he barked.

“Fine. I’ll make sure to make a light breakfast tomorrow morning.”

Feliciano seemed to fall asleep quickly, his breath evening out. Ludwig wasn’t as lucky. But after two hours, the pain dulled, and he could finally embrace a restless sleep.

- - -

Feliciano awoke with Ludwig cemented against his side, clinging to him. Though it wasn’t the first time they woke up tangled in each other’s limbs, something was off about this morning.

First off, Ludwig was panting and whining in his sleep. And not the kinds of whines and pants like he was in pain. Feliciano swallowed thickly.

Second, it was 9:00 AM. Ludwig rarely ever slept in past 8:00 unless something was really wrong. But he was ill the night before so surely that was why he was still asleep. Feliciano felt Ludwig’s forehead, finding it scalding.

Third, and the most incriminating off-set, was the suffocating, caky scent that layered the room thickly. The same smell he had caught a whiff of the night before. Feliciano bolted up. How did he not realize this before? The scent, the flushed skin, the stomach pains. Ludwig had gone into heat. And not just any heat. His first heat. Feliciano needed to get out of there before–

Even as an alpha, Feliciano could never beat Ludwig when it came to physical strength, and Feliciano never before did he wish he was any different. But that supposed "alpha strength" would come in handy right about now.

He took in a deep breath and immediately regretted it, the pheromones burning his throat and blanketing his mind. No. If there was any time he had to focus, now was the time. Holding his breath, he attempted to wiggle out of the hold. It took a few minutes, but he was finally free, feet hitting the chilled wooden floor, grounding him.

He thought he was in the clear, but in his escape, he had awoken Ludwig. He groaned, and on instinct, Feliciano turned around. Ludwig looked up at him, eyes hazy, completely disheveled, ready for the taking. Feliciano smacked his burning cheeks before his mind could wander anywhere else. He skittered to the door.

“Feliciano…” Ludwig rasped, thin lips slightly parted. God how the Italian wanted to kiss those lips (as well as put them to other uses).

“You’re not in your right mind Luddy,” Feliciano chuckled nervously, gripping the door knob. “Um…I’ll get you some water…And maybe I can find someplace to get toys and–”

“What’s happening to me?”

For a moment, Feliciano’s lungs cleared, and the strain in his pants became a distant throb. “You’re…You’re experiencing your first heat. And I need to get out of here before I do something to you I'll regret.”

“Oh…”

Feliciano smiled in spite of everything. What a thoroughly Ludwig-type reply. “I’ll be back with things to help soon–”

“Don’t go!”

He was so close. Just open the door and run. Far away. He was good at that. And it was for the best. No one got hurt that way. But his feet refused to move.

“Ludwig I…I won’t be able to control myself I–”

Ludwig took a deep breath. “I…I know enough of how this all works. You can help me. I-I need you to help me. Please…Please fu–take care of me.”

Something snapped, and the next thing Feliciano knew, he was straddling Ludwig, pushing him down on the bed. It wasn’t Ludwig below him. It was an omega. An unmated omega in heat. And as any good alpha, it was Feliciano’s duty to fu–

“Luddy…” Feliciano swallowed, coming back to himself despite the dizzying smell.

“Please…I’m hot, and everything aches, and…I need…I need…I don’t know. I read manuals about this but–”

“Shhh…I’ll take care of you. J-Just relax and be a good omega for me.”

Run. Run. You need to run. You’ll ruin everything. Just RUN.

Reason was screaming at him, but when he was this close, lips centimeters from Ludwig’s, its voice became muffled and desire took over. Hungrily, he claimed Ludwig’s lips, thrusting his tongue in forcefully, claiming Ludwig’s mouth.

Ludwig moaned into the kiss, arms wrapping around Feliciano’s neck, pulling him close.

Feliciano felt like he was being torn in two. As much as he wanted to relish in the fact he had Ludwig where he had always wanted him, and as much as his rut was encouraging him, he wouldn’t let himself enjoy it. He had to stay focused and…

God Ludwig smelled good. When Feliciano pulled away, he couldn’t help but sniff along Ludwig’s neck. Ludwig smelled of cinnamon and apples, like a pie or even kuchen. Feliciano wondered if he tasted just as sweet.

With one last quick peck, Feliciano moved down to Ludwig’s boxers. He ripped off the article of clothing, unable to hold back anymore. Slick leaked down Ludwig’s thighs, glistening in the early morning light. Who would have thought the strong, stern, tough German nation was an omega all this time? Especially such a cute, needy looking one.

His instincts may have been in the driver’s seat currently, but he had enough of a mind to stretch Ludwig nicely. Couldn’t have him tearing now. He eased in two fingers. Despite this being their first time, Ludwig took him easily. Biology sometimes had its perks. Slowly, Feliciano began to thrust and curl his fingers.

Ludwig gasped, gripping the sheets. He sucked Feliciano’s fingers in, wordlessly begging for more.

“Oh don’t be like that Luddy. I want to hear you, I want to see you. Now be a good boy and look at me.” Feliciano never thought he was capable of growling like he did those last words.

And Ludwig obeyed. Looking up with shining blue eyes, pupils blown wide, giving him timid bedroom eyes. Feliciano couldn’t take it anymore. He pulled out his fingers and slicked up his cock with the natural lube his partner was secreting. Again, sometimes biology could be convenient. He pressed in without any hesitation.

Ludwig arched his back, letting out a strangled cry at the intrusion. It immediately pulled Feliciano back into himself.

“Mio Dio! Ludwig? Ludwig, are you alright? I-I’m sorry I–”

“Move,” Ludwig gritted out, “Bitte… Move .”

“Okay…” Feliciano took in a breath. “Okay. Just tell me if I hurt you.”

This will make him feel better. You’re helping him. It will be okay.

Feliciano rolled his hips in an experimental thrust, ears perked to Ludwig’s reaction. Ludwig moaned softly, eyes fluttering closed, muscles clenching around Feliciano’s cock. Feliciano couldn’t help but groan.

Without a second thought, he pounded into Ludwig at incredible speed. He couldn’t remember ever moving that fast in his life. Not even during retreat. But pleasing Ludwig was more important than any war duty.

All Ludwig could do was gasp and moan, the sounds becoming louder with each thrust. Feliciano smirked. The straightlaced, no-nonsense German was coming undone so easily and it was all because of him. The thought went straight to his groin.

“Yes…” Ludwig panted, “Yes, yes, yes. Faster…F-Faster.”

Feliciano didn’t know if he could go any faster, but for such a sweet omega, he would try. He snapped his hips, gripping Ludwig’s to keep him balanced. If they happened to get bruised in the process, that was just a bonus. Ludwig let out a cry of both pain and pleasure.

Feliciano leaned down, nuzzling Ludwig’s neck, tempted to sink his teeth into the skin. Despite the dizzying smell messing with his mind, he still had enough of himself to shake that idea out of his head. He already went too far. He couldn’t mate Ludwig like this. His lips instead trailed down Ludwig’s collarbone to his chest, leaving open-mouth kisses along the way. Ludwig shivered.

Feliciano grinned against the flushed flesh. When he reached Ludwig’s chest took one of the nipples into his mouth, sucking gently.

“Ah~” Ludwig moaned breathily, “Feli Ich…”

“Awww. Are you close? Do you want to come?”

Ludwig nodded.

“Oh caro,” Feliciano purred, backing up. He pulled out to really make Ludwig desperate. “Use your words. What do you want?”

“Bitte...bitte lass mich abspritzen.”

“Good. Good boy.” Feliciano thrusted in right to the hilt, filling Ludwig up completely. For good measure, he twisted Ludwig’s nipples. Ludwig arched and with a choked moan he came and came and came. Feliciano didn’t know it was possible for someone to come that much.

Heat pooled in his lower abdomen at the sight of Ludwig’s pinched face, mouth hanging open, tears in his lashes. He could already feel his knot expanding.

“Feli what’s…ah!”

“I-I’m sorry I can’t help it. B-B-But don’t worry. It’s just my knot. Everything is okay.”

“Oh…right.” Ludwig looked away red-faced, laying back on the bed as he was filled to the brim. He winced every now and then, but otherwise, he seemed to be getting comfortable.

“It’s…It’s not too painful is it?” Feliciano asked softly. The dizziness and fog were going away. Ludwig’s pheromones must have been depleting thanks to the orgasm. Perhaps now he could properly care for Ludwig in this state.

“No. Just…weird. But my cramps and thirst are gone.”

“Good…”

Feliciano shifted his weight, so he was laying on top of Ludwig. Knots could take a while sometimes, and considering how worked up he got, there was a good chance this was going to be one of those longer times. He couldn’t bring himself to look at Ludwig and instead rested his head on Ludwig’s chest, listening to his heartbeat.

“This might take a while,” Feliciano warned.

“That’s okay. It would probably be sore to move anyway.”

Ludwig sounded so calm despite being in the middle of his first heat which he didn’t prepare for, and getting his brains fucked out by his best friend. Feliciano wasn’t holding up as well. He enjoyed it, and he was disgusted by that.

Feliciano felt sick to his stomach. If he wasn’t literally attached to Ludwig he would have locked himself in the bathroom, perhaps gotten sick, and scrubbed himself until he finally felt clean.

Ludwig burrowed his nose into Feliciano’s neck. “Thank you…” he whispered.

“Don’t.”

“I know this isn’t the end, but I feel a lot better now. So you deserve gratitude.”

Feliciano squeezed his eyes shut, trying not to cry. “I couldn’t control myself.”

“You had enough control to make sure I was alright.”

“But not enough to not fuck you without consent.”

“I was practically begging,” Ludwig scoffed.

“For all we know, it was just your heat.”

“I’m telling you it was not. At least not completely.”

“Ludwig you’re in such a vulnerable state right now. You’re still in your heat period. Your first heat. Which tends to be the worst and the strongest. You’re not in your right–”

Ludwig flipped them around, pinning Feliciano to the bed. His eyes were cold and alert like Feliciano always knew them to be. “Don’t you dare question my mental state. I may be an omega in heat, but I’m not helpless and I’m not some…thing…that can’t make choices. I’m relieved you helped me. I wanted you to help me. And if you’re willing, I still want you to help me. I couldn’t dream of doing this with anyone else.”

Feliciano lay slacked jawed, words jamming in his throat before a phrase finally pushed through. “Is this your idea of a confession?”

Blush blotched Ludwig’s cheeks all the way to his chest. “Maybe…”

Despite the last few threads of lingering guilt, Feliciano burst out laughing. What a way for the universe to get tired of their bullshit and shove them together. “We’ll talk about it more after your heat,” Feliciano concluded, “But I will help you in the meantime. After we’re…um…freed I guess? And we’ll have something to eat and drink before your symptoms return. Okay?”

“Sounds like a plan,” Ludwig mumbled, eyes drooping.

Feliciano smiled softly and flipped them back around, so Ludwig was laying down again. “Are you already tired?”

“A little…”

“Well, while I’m out getting everything we’ll need, you can rest. Hopefully, it will be a little while before we have to start up again.”

Ludwig hummed, his hold on Feliciano becoming weaker.

By the time Feliciano could dislodge, Ludwig was fast asleep. With a kiss on his forehead, Feliciano set off to get breakfast, water, and suppressants. He'd need them if he was going to get through these next few days.

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