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dairy-farmer · 13 days

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Bruce realizing one day that there’s a split in his family. That two of his sons feel… threatened… by a third. That they feel unwelcome and insecure in their place. That one feels replaced and unloved, and one feels overshadowed and unloved. Just the existence of the third is threatening their presence in Bruce’s life.

Losing half his sons is unacceptable. The math is on vinous. Two is greater than one.

(And if he’s honest, the two are a little more important to him than the third)

Bruce knows his boys. Knows what he can do to really show them how sort he is that they feel that way. A gesture he can do to prove his love for them, to prove he wants them, that he loves them.

He gives them Tim.

For Jason, the adopted son he loved, lost, and then got a second chance that he will not waste. For Damian, his biological son raised in such a hostile cult, who he’s still afraid he will lose him to.

Bruce has seen the way they’ve looked at Tim. Tim, who has always had one foot out the door anyway.

(Tim, who he’d sacrifice to make his sons happy and close)

…

Bruce was right. Jason and Damian are a lot happier with Tim in a different… role. He could almost be considered “The Help” now. Tim’s new job is to service them and tend to all their needs.

Neither of them feel threatened any more with this change in hierarchy. Not now that Bruce has definitively proved how much more he values them.

Plus, now Tim is unable to leave the cave or the manor, and can even still help on cases (paper files only, of course).

Bruce gets everything he wants, and it only costs him one sons freedom (and perhaps a bit of expiremental tech stolen from the league to make sure Tim obeys). He’d make that trade any day.

bruce deciding to make tim the sacrificial lamb for the sake of his family!!!!! giving him to jason and damian to do with as they please, to use as they like so that they'll no longer perceive him as the threat and polarizing member of the family they do.

of course bruce isn't cruel- he'll watch over and monitor, make sure they don't actually kill tim. both jason and damian are such angry individuals with so much pent up that giving them tim as an outlet leaves tim like a well loved chew toy after they first get their hands on him. all slack and slobbery. bruce is gentle while bathing him and under his breath, thanks tim for this because jason had agreed to sit and eat dinner with them for the first time in years and damian is too tired to protest anything or attempt to stir up discord as a way to gain control of his surroundings. even if tim can't help but obey because of the chip attached to his brainstem and the fact that bruce has deactivated certain neural pathways- bruce is still grateful to tim and the sacrifice that he's made so bruce can regain his family.

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stammiviktor · 6 years

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Requesting DVD Commentary for Tether, from "He'll fight" to "He's all I have". I'm interested in this whole scene really, but I tried to narrow it down a little. :D

[this is for the DVD commentary fanfic ask game here. Send me an excerpt from any of my stories if you want to hear my thought process behind it!]

Thank you Cait! I have a lot to say about this story, so the majority of this is going under a read more lol. I hope no one minds if I include a few lines before your selection starts for context, also.

(Link to the story here!)

“I’ll be twenty-six. And that’s only if he makes it that long.”

Yuuri is on eggshells. He fidgets. “Your grandfather seems really stubborn.”

“Yeah, well, his heart apparently isn’t.”

“He’ll fight—”

“So what?” He turns his head, trying to bore a hole through Yuuri now. “Ten years, twelve years, what’s the difference? He’s almost eighty.”

Yuuri tries his best to make his voice sound gentle. “Ten years is a long time. A decade…”

“Fuck, Katsudon, that’s not the point.” His eyes are red and wild and growing more so by the second. “Ten years, and where will I be? Still training. Still competing. You know I hadn’t seen him since Rostelecom?”

One of the greatest things about this show, in my opinion, is all of the different types of love it showcases. Yes, Yuuri and Viktor’s love story is at the center, but we have a whole supporting cast of characters that love our main characters and each other, as sons or brothers or grandchildren or adopted sons-in-laws, and are loved in return. Yuri loves his grandfather. This is very clear from the first few episodes, when Nikolai is Yuri’s inspiration for Agape, and Nikolai so clearly loves Yuri - I mean, Yuri mentions pork cutlet bowls one time in passing and Nikolai goes home that day and invents katsudon pirozhki.

But I think it’s also glaringly clear from the show that Nikolai is Yuri’s only support network. His mother is obviously not in the picture, to say nothing of his father. And they haven’t lived in the same city since Yuri was, what, ten or eleven? And how often can Yuri possibly see him, for a few weeks during the off season? Once a year at Rostelecom?

Figure skating is Yuri’s passion, it’s something he loves enough to dedicate his life to it, but it also demands incredible sacrifice. It demands money, time, and your body. (“If selling my soul is what it takes to win, I’ll give you this body, no holds barred.”)

Yuri’s point in this excerpt, as he says, is that it doesn’t matter if his grandfather surpasses everyone’s expectations and lives longer than the max ten years of the doctor’s prognosis. Whether Yuri realized it before or not, whether he was just avoiding thinking about it, he can’t avoid it now: his grandfather is old and his grandfather will die. Yuri has very limited time with him. His grandfather likely won’t live to see Yuri’s entire figure skating career. There’s a clock staring him in the face now, counting down from ten with the knowledge that it could be longer or shorter but that his grandfather, the man who raised him and supports and loves him, will be gone by the time Yuri is Viktor’s age.

So, effectively, Yuri feels torn in two directions, between his love of his grandfather and his love of skating. He feels like he can’t have both. He feels like he’s sacrificed his grandfather in pursuit of the ice. He feels guilty but also sick looking at the future and knowing this isn’t going to change. He can’t give up one or the other. And he’s already wasted so much precious time without even realizing it.

There it is.

Vicchan’s in Yuuri’s head, then, as small and soft and bouncingly happy as the day Yuuri left him for Detroit and, as it turns out, never saw him again. He nods and tries to get his voice to work around the lump in his throat.

“Okay. I understand.”

This isn’t the first time we’ve seen a character have this conflict. Yuuri ‘sacrificed’ his relationship with his beloved Vicchan in pursuit of his skating career– he leaves Hasetsu at 18 and for some reason never comes back even to visit. He missed precious time with someone/something he loved because he was far away pursuing his dream. You can’t make that time back up. You can’t change it. And Yuuri probably understands that part of what has Yuri so freaked out is that this could have been worse than just a scare - his grandfather could have actually died this time, and Yuri wouldn’t have had the chance to say goodbye or even have seen him once in the time leading up to his death, just like Yuuri didn’t with Vicchan.

Yuri’s not talking anymore. He’s looking away, white fingers balled in white sheets. His knees are drawing closer to his chest, making him smaller, smaller, until Yuuri notices a fine tremor ripple through the boy’s shoulders.

“Yura…”

There’s a low noise, barely discernable, from Yuri’s throat that means nothing and everything at the same time. On the wall, the banner encourages davai, Yuri! and his eyes are searching every other part of the room but there.

I wanted to write this story partially for this scene. This entire story is Yuri struggling with being vulnerable, and in this scene he’s finally breaking down but he’s still fighting at every step. Yuuri, though he’s used to crying more so than Yuri (especially in front of others), understands this struggle to hold himself together very well. He has a lot of empathy for Yuri in this moment.

When he finally speaks it’s in Russian, hometown accent barely there as his voice cracks and curls in on itself.

“He’s all I…”

Yuuri wants to not understand, but he does anyway. He reaches out before he can stop himself, his hand finding Yuri’s balled into a fist around the sheets. There’s that noise again, like something choked back, and Yuri’s chin falls to his chest. Behind locks of straw-like hair, his eyes are screwed shut.

The hand lets go of the sheets and makes a fist around Yuuri’s fingers, instead. A breath, then, barely audible:

“He’s all I have.”

Yuuri understands feeling like you’re fighting alone. Even with his massive support system (something Yuri doesn’t share) he knows how terrifying and pressure-inducing those feelings can be. Soon after this, he will reassure Yuri that even if he feels like he’s alone, he isn’t.

It just comes down to the fact that Yuri is scared. He’s only sixteen and he feels responsible for taking care of his grandfather now, which is a common role reversal in parent-child relationships but Yuri is extraordinarily young to be dealing with this, and has absolutely no other family to lean on. Plus, he lives far away, hasn’t seen him in months, and knows now that their time is limited. He’s terrified.

Yuuri doesn’t try to fix it. He can’t change the situation, no matter how shitty it is. But what he does, and what he has been doing since the beginning of the story, is refusing to let Yuri feel like he’s fighting alone. He is being Yuri’s support network (or at least a representative in Moscow of Yuri’s support network that is comprised of himself, Viktor, Yakov, Lilia, etc). He listens to Yuri, tries to help in any way he can, and makes sure this boy who is little more than a child knows that there are many people who love him and will help him if he will just let them.

It doesn’t change the fact that Nikolai is Yuri’s only blood family. It doesn’t change the fact that he will be dead before Yuri retires. But it does help.

(This turned more into an in-depth analysis than it did a DVD-style commentary on what I was thinking as I wrote it and how it all came to be. All of that is a bit too personal, though, so we’re gonna stick with meta-analysis lol)

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iammultifandomaf · 3 years

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Chapter 43 - Story of Credence

BROTHERHOOD

"I accidentally entered through a portal to Hell - the christian kind. I don't even remember why I did that... I just saw something weird and went right into it. I guess I was curious? Not sure. Yeah and well... I was stuck there because I can't get myself to other realms by myself so to speak. The king of Hell, Crowley noticed my presence pretty soon. At first he was just enjoying the fact that I'm stuck and he has the upper hand. He did his research and knew who I was. But after some time, he grew bored and wanted to strike a bet. He said that if the next time a demon summoning happens, I go and pretend to be one and do everything that a demon would do. That I am supposed to make a deal with somebody to win their soul and drag it to hell, and for that, I'd be free. So, I agreed."

"You can take a soul to Hell?" Lydia asked astoundingly after releasing some smoke out of her mouth.

"No, not really. I was just supposed to take the person somewhere after I did whatever the deal entailed and some real demon would strip the human of their soul... which means killing him. At that time, I was thinking... if the person makes a deal with a demon, they'll die anyways, you know? Anyways... after some time, somebody did summon a demon... it was in London."

"Was it Credence?"

"Well... yes and no. Credence's story isn't really a happy one. Like at that time I didn't really care because I just wanted to get out of Hell as soon as possible and I knew when I took the bet that the person I'll be meeting will die eventually. However, I didn't expect that it would be a 11-year-old kid..."

"He was eleven when he summoned you?"

"Mmm, he didn't do it consciously. Credence and his twin brother, Ciel, where sold into... sex slavery basically-"

"What?"

"Yeah... and old creepy men and sometimes even women were using kids like him for fun and sometimes even buy them so they can abuse them at home. It was a messed up group of people for sure. Rich ones who had too much time on their hands. And one night, they decided to make a demon summoning for fun, using Ciel as the sacrifice. They did not expect, though, that Credence's emotional instability was exactly what a demon needed to latch onto him. So, I pretended to be a demon and asked him, if he wanted to make a deal for his soul and he agreed."

"He was just eleven, though."

"Yeah, I know... Credence was pretty smart for his age, though. He told me that for his soul he wants to destroy all his enemies who wanted to crush his family. He was a son of a lord and he made some people upset. So they got rid of the whole family. So, I just stayed by his side, helping him to find the ones responsible and eliminating them and him becoming the lord. I pretended to be his butler, actually. He decided to call me Sebastian."

"And you spoke french together?"

"Yeah... I taught him a few langugues amongst other things. It was hard not to get attached to him for sure. But I reminded myself of the deal I had with Crowley and tried to keep my emotions out of it. Credence was definitely afraid of me but as a lord's kid, he knew how to behave - so he didn't show it. But I felt it anyways."

"So what happened next? How did you become close?"

"Well, that starts with Crowley messing up the deal, he appeared at the mansion one day, saying that I can't fullfill my deal with Credence because the older twin brother, Ciel, survived, therefore Credence can't become the lord and I lost my bet with Crowley. That made me pretty angry so I made a scene kind of... however that rage fueled me enough to be able to break off that bet I had with Crowley and I stormed out of there, not having to return to Hell."

"You left Credence there alone?"

"Yeah... I regret that until today..."

A few days went by and Stolos noticed that his brother had finally "awoken".

"Mich, do you hear me?"

“Stolos! It's great to hear you. Where are you?"

"London, you?"

“Delhi... Wait."

At once, an Indian man with dark green eyes was standing next to Stolos who sent him a wide smile.

“I am glad that you are here, let me tell you what I've been through."

Stolos quickly explained to his older brother what had happened to him.

Michendros watched him carefully and then asked:"What about the child?"

“Credence? I don't know... I guess he'll be fine. He's a noble."

“Are you sure? Did you check? You already found him in a wretched place before-"

“Hm, yeah... I guess maybe... I should."

“You said he was a good kid."

“Yes, but what then? Where do I take him if he's somewhere place awful as you say?"

“Maybe just look for him first?"

“Alright. Could you maybe get us some place in the meantime? Or are you returning to India?"

“Um... well, I think we could get something here... maybe somewhere outside the city? I do want to return to Delhi, though. I have a mother there and I want to make sure she has everything she needs. She had me with an Englishman who was there for business and left her as soon as he found out she was pregnant. I can't leave her alone, you know."

“Oh yeah. Of course. And other siblings?"

“No, unfortunately my older sister died when I was seventeen."

“I'm sorry, Mich."

“Yeah, well, you know how it goes."

“Doesn't mean it's easy."

“Go on, now. I have a haunch that the kid needs you."

Stolos and Michendros departed then and the younger sibling returned to the mansion where he took care of Credence as a butler for the last three years.

“Michendros always brings me back somehow," Stolos thought as he focused on any trail that could help him find Credence. He couldn't use anything out of their demon-human contract because it was fake since the beginning, therefore Stolos couldn't take any information out of it. So, he just invited himself into the mansion and began looking for anything helpful.

Stolos only heard the servants going about the mansion and a child who wasn't Credence, though. He let himself teleport to the room where Credence's older twin was sitting at a table, probably reading some correspondence. Stolos didn't really want to bother with theatrics and simply just read Ciel's mind and popped ouf of the room before the child noticed his presence.

What Stolos found out made him feel nervous and angry at the same time. How could his own brother sell Credence back to the sex-slavery market. It's not like that Credence was trying to get Ciel's position as the heir of the family. He was just trying to live his life and get revenge on the ones who hurt them.

Stolos decided to change his appearance as he did not want anyone to associate him with the sex-slave trade, at least so he thought how he felt about it. After he casted an illusion of an mid-age man, he hurriedly teleported himself to a secluded house that seemed empty at the first glance. Stolos quickly walked to the big wooden door and knocked loudly.

After a minute or two, a slim-looking man with round glasses opened the door and raised his furry eyebrow at Stolos.

“How may I help you?" he asked.

“Um... I am here... to buy."

“Password?"

“Wine and cherries," Stolos said as soon as he found the answer inside the man's mind.

"Come on in," the man politely smiled and stepped aside to make space for Stolos who entered without hesitation, already trying to look for Credence with his senses.

“What do you have in mind? Female, male?" the man asked formally, as if he was selling something common as food or clothing.

“I actually am here for one particular boy, thirtheen-ish."

“Mm, good taste."

At this moment, Stolos had already went through everything what he needed to find in that man's head, though, and didn't really need his presence anymore.

“Let me-" the man started but his mouth was left open as the customer's hand blew up in fire and went straight to his face. In a split second, the man's head was smashed into the wall behind him, the impact cracking and burning his skull at once.

Stolos didn't wait long before popping himself into another room where according to the now dead man Credence should have been. He appeared in a dark room filled with stench that disgusted Stolos.

In front of him, a naked man was 'testing out the product' as the man with the glasses labeled it. The moment Stolos' eyes landed on that horrendous scene, the man's body flew to the wall behind him, clashing against it and leaving him limp on the floor.

“He doesn't belong to you," Stolos uttered through his teeth and quickly laid his coat over Credence who was numbly staring at the ceiling.

Stolos wasn't certain if he should reveal his identity right away or not, so he decided to put the boy to sleep first and figure it out later. With a snap of his fingers, Credence was clean and clothed properly and Stolos picked him up carefully, wrapping him into his coat as if it was supposed to comfort the now sleeping boy.

The next moment, he stood in a hallway of the new aquired house by Michendros who turned around to welcome his younger brother with a smile.

“That was fast," Stolos commented the house.

“Yes, well, I am pretty effective when I want," Michendros replied and his eyes landed on the boy in his arms.

“I was right about my feeling, huh?"

“Hm, I was too late..."

“At least you have him now," Michendros sighed, "where was he?"

“A disgusting place, really. I could never understand people who would rape kids."

“Yeah, I don't understand people who rape others. Period."

“I guess every one has a different way how to be monstrous."

“Do you want to do something about that place?"

“I haven't really had the time to think about it... But I guess after I put Credence down..."

“You know what, let me do the honors. You stay by his side. It was already enough that you left him once. And I think he'll need you after he wakes up."

“I am not sure if he will be excited to see me, again."

“That's why you look like an old man?" Michendros chuckled.

“Ugh," Stolos changed back into being the pale-looking, black-haired gentleman as before, "I guess. And I didn't want anyone to see me there."

“Alright, well, if you allow me, I'll need the address," Michendros said and touched Stolos forehead lightly and with a reassuring smile, he disappeared.

“Fine, so let's get you to a nice bed where you can rest," Stolos said softly and carried Credence to the first bedroom he found and laid him down, covering him with the duvet.

**Ian Somerhalder as Stolos**

**Sacha Dhawan as Michendros just w/ green eyes**

**young Finn Wolfhard as young Credence**

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