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06| The Tribrid

Pairing: Klaus Mikaelson x daughter!reader Summary: While you busy yourself with making sure the deal with the witches runs smoothly, Klaus occupies himself by trying to figure you out. Warnings: none Words: 4.4K

Masterlist | Part 7

I walked into my house, throwing my keys on the side-table next to the door and shrugging off my jacket. I checked my watch: 2:01 PM, so Davina was still at school and wouldn't be back 'til she was done practicing with the witches.

I just got back from lunch with Elijah where we went over the Mikaelson's terms in more detail. Genevieve had sent a witch to the Abattoir earlier like a carrier pigeon with an outline of their requests.

Pretty dramatic, if you ask me, but she was like just resurrected. She probably doesn't know how to text yet, so whatever.

After Elijah and I talked over everything, I left, telling him I'd type up the contract myself. As an immortal with plenty of time on my hands, I've gone to law school and pursued numerous careers, as I'm sure Elijah probably had, too, so there was no need to hire (compel) someone else to write this contract for us.

I made my way to my room, passing Davina's on the way which was filled with boxes and a few things placed haphazardly on the ground. My room looked a little different: pretty plain, bed parallel to the door. Normal, basically.

I walked into my adjoining walk-in closet which was probably the most interesting thing about this room. At first glance, it looked mundane; there were some eye-catching statement pieces, but this closet otherwise just looked like a closet.

Unless you knew what to look for.

I closed the closet door for good measure and turned to the back wall, waving my hand and muttering, "Invisique saeclum." Instantly, the illusion of the wall disappear and another, smaller, more compact room was revealed.

It was lined with shelves, books stacked on top of each them. I walked closer, going to pick up the book closest to me. My grimoire. Like the rest of the books in this closet, it was dusty. I haven't needed to look for a spell in a long while.

I placed it down on the island in the middle of the room before turning to find the other book I needed. Under a few other books, I found what I was looking for: Amelia's grimoire.

I put it down next to mine, staring at both of them. Strong nostalgia came over me. I hadn't looked at her grimoire in long time, or even my own, for that matter. Both of them should have been worn down now after all these years, but a simple preservation spell kept them in pristine condition, looking just as they had when I was younger.

My lips quirked up as I ran my hand along their covers, memories flashing before my eyes of my childhood. But as quick as the happiness came, it disappeared with the thought of how that very childhood was stolen from me.

Enough with memory lane.

I switched my focus onto the purpose of even grabbing these books, opening my grimoire and flipping through it until I found the page I was looking for.

Illusion spells.

While I was very familiar with this type of spell, the one I wanted to perform was a little different. It was similar to the average cloaking spell, but I wanted a physical manifestation of an object: a decoy.

I wasn't stupid. I was never going to give Genevieve my aunt's grimoire. The only reason the witches wanted something so powerful was for leverage, and they weren't gonna get it. I knew all this last night, so instead of actually giving them Amelia's grimoire, I'd give them a copy.

But this copy had to feel real, tangible. Its energy needed to be able to be sensed in the same way it was with the real thing. They needed to feel like they could trust us, even if the Mikaelsons—or myself, for that matter—didn't trust them.

The thing with magic was that it worked through energy. Witches have their own special type of energy that enables them to perform spells. That's why you could practice magic without incantations; so long as the intent was there and it was strong enough, then your spell would work.

The reason why we often do use incantations is because words hold power. The history behind them holds enough energy to basically back the spell up. So, if you were using spells that weren't your own, then you would also want to use the chant because, without one, your own intent wouldn't be strong enough for the magic to pull through.

That's why I was going to change the incantations written down altogether.

At first, I was gonna exclude certain pages from Genevieve's copy completely, but then I realized that, without the powerful spells, she'd be less likely to trust us. So then I just change them so that they still made sense, but wouldn't work.

Without the written incantations that Bennetts had chanted in the past, these spells would be useless. If the words didn't hold any significance, then they were pointless.

Which was exactly my goal.

I hovered my left hand over Amelia's grimoire, hovering the other over blank space on the island. I closed my eyes and began, "Phantamogriphia decorum, appearatas veridical. Phantamogriphia decorum, appearatas veridical." After repeating this a few times, I felt the emergence of energy into the room and opened my eyes to see a book identical to Amelia's under my right hand.

I picked it up, flipping through it and stopping every once in a while to alter a spell, muttering incantations under my breath so the words on the page would appear as if they were Amelia's handwriting.

When I was done, I set it down on the island to compare it to Amelia's real grimoire. It was almost impossible to tell the difference unless you actually knew her. There was only a slight difference in the energy emitting from each book, but I knew this was fool-proof.

With a grin, I returned mine and Amelia's grimoires to their spots, bringing the cloak of the wall back. I grabbed the fake and stuffed it into my bag, tossing it onto a chair in my room. For now, I'd go type up the contract, then I'd walk over to the compound to give it to Elijah.

With that, I walked over to my office.

THIRD PERSON, THE NIGHT BEFORE

Klaus stood off to the side while his brother and his latest fixation spoke to the witches. He was silent; Elijah already warned him earlier not to cause a fuss, and the last thing he wanted was a fight with a Elijah. He had enough to deal with, this agreement included.

This evening, however, was not something he wanted.

Klaus couldn't care less if the factions tore each other apart in the streets. All of this was Elijah's doing, and so Klaus was only there to oversee it. Truth be told, he wasn't even going to show until Elijah told him Y/N was going to be there.

That caught his interest.

He couldn't figure it out, but there was something about this girl that pulled him to her. She looked familiar; he just couldn't pinpoint where he knew her from.

It seemed that others found her just as fascinating. For some reason, she had the trust of the Quarter's residents, but she wasn't going to get Klaus' trust so easily.

There was something off about her, something far greater than familiarity. And he was going to figure it out.

No matter what.

His attention was drawn away from Y/N when Genevieve cut her off. The words that came out of her mouth had stunned him.

"Esther Mikaelson's grimoire. We want Esther Mikaelson's grimoire."

Elijah's request for peace this evening suddenly went over his head. He scowled, "Are you out of your mind?"

"Niklaus-"

"I am not giving you my mother's grimoire. After what you tried to do to my family, you expect me to hand over-"

"Niklaus." Klaus stopped, turning to look at Elijah. His jaw clenched when he saw the look on his brother's face. He calmed down slightly, glancing at Y/N, wondering how she was going to talk her way out of this one.

Even as he glowered at Genevieve, he couldn't help but feel smug. There was no way out of this, and the oh so special Y/N would fail.

Or so he thought.

Y/N declined her request, as he predicted. Genevieve went to pull out of the deal, as he predicted. What he didn't predict was what Y/N said next.

"I currently have a Bennett grimoire in my possession." His head snapped in her direction. His eyes met Elijah's who looked just as surprised as him. He glanced over at the witches who luckily didn't notice their reactions, too engulfed in shock of their own. "It's yours, so long as you accept."

The rest of the conversation became muffled to Klaus, as if he were underwater. He could tell she wasn't bluffing—that, or she was a really good liar. He suspected that both were true. So many thoughts ran through his head at once.

While he thought she must have won Elijah over with that save, this only deepened his own distrust in her. A Bennett's grimoire was extremely hard to come by. They were guarded as if they were the holy grail. If he, the Original Hybrid, wasn't able to get his hands on one, then how did a mere vampire acquire one?

And why was she giving it up like it was pocket change?

He tuned back into the conversation when all parties stood up, Y/N and Genevieve shaking hands and exchanging pleasantries that he didn't care for. As Elijah walked the witches out, Klaus didn't glance at Genevieve once, even though he felt like glaring at her whenever he saw her. Instead, his glare was directed to Y/N.

Their eyes locked, and Y/N only continued to surprise him by staring right back. She was confident, and assertive, and unfazed with every comment he threw her way. He kept trying to shake her, but she appeared to be rooted to her spot every time. This only annoyed him.

He was so focused that he didn't even notice when his brother walked back into the room. Elijah thanked her, making Y/N look away to respond. Klaus had an inkling that Elijah wouldn't bring up what just happened, so he had no choice but to be the one to do it.

"How do you have a Bennett grimoire in your possession?" He interrogated, suspicion audible in his voice. Elijah gave him a look that was ignored.

He watched Y/N's body language as she responded, looking for any signs of a lie. "I met one a few hundred years ago. She died after she was in the wrong place, wrong time, but she left that book to me."

She must take me for a fool, he thought. The nerve of her to think he'd believe that. "A Bennett witch left her grimoire with you, a vampire? Not with her family?" He enunciated each word slowly as if to emphasize his point.

A Bennett witch leaving something as valuable as her grimoire to a member of the species they hated was unheard of.

Y/N gave an excuse, saying the witch wasn't close with her family at the time, as if that made it any more believable. "And I was human at the time so, yes, she left it to me because she knew it could come of use one day."

She showed no indication that she was lying, and if her story was real, then her excuses were reasonable. Perhaps if the story were coming from someone else, he would've rolled over and believed it. But this was coming from Marcel's supposed 'best friend,' the woman who so happened to be there the night Hayley was almost attacked, who had his brother so interested in her that he forced him to allow Marcel back into the Quarter all for the sake of a deal. This was coming from the woman who reminded him so much of a ghost from his past.

So, no, Klaus did not believe her.

Elijah, on the other hand, didn't look as vexed. He cleared his throat and changed the subject, thanking her again. Y/N turned around, making plans for another meeting. She didn't look back at Klaus once, but he was staring at her until even after she walked out the gate.

Elijah sighing broke him out of his trance. "Must you be so difficult, Niklaus?"

Klaus rolled his eyes. "If you want to turn a blind eye to all of this, then by all means. But this woman is so obviously hiding something." He reached for his scotch, downing the rest of it in one go.

"Niklaus, please-"

He cut him off, "No, Elijah—you can't honestly be telling me that you don't see what I'm seeing. She acts as if she's guilty of something-"

"Innocent until proven guilty."

Klaus scoffed. Elijah's immediate impulse to see the best in everyone could very well one day be his downfall. For some reason, he was defending Y/N, even though they both knew the only reason they really brought her in was because he saw the same things Klaus did.

Klaus shook his head. "She's not who she says she is." This time, Elijah's response didn't come as quick. He only silently maintained his stare. Little did Klaus know, his brother had doubts of his own.

Elijah's response never came. He closed the book on the conversation completely. "Good night, Niklaus." Elijah walked way, patting Klaus' shoulder as he passed him before going up the stairs. The hybrid cursed him in his head. How could he be so stupid, he thought.

He knew you were hiding something.

And he would make it his personal job to figure out what it was.

FIRST PERSON, PRESENT

I closed my laptop, having just printed out the contract. With Marcel, contracts were never necessary; you would just trust the other person's word. But, in this new society, trust could not be guaranteed.

I sighed, checking the time. Davina should be home any minute now.

Right on cue, I heard a knock at the door. I furrowed my brows. Didn't I give her a key?

She must have left it her by accident. Not thinking anything of it, I got up, walking to the door absentmindedly. "Hey, Dav-" my words died down in my throat once I opened the door. Standing in front of me wasn't Davina.

It was Klaus.

He coyly smiled. "Hello, Y/N. May I come in?" For a quick second, I was stunned. I wasn't expecting this at all. How did he even know I lived here? I wondered before dismissing the thought. He's Klaus Mikaelson; of course, he knows where I live.

I quickly composed myself, reciprocating his smile, only hoping that mine didn't look as fake as his. I held the door open wider. "Of course." The act of Klaus stepping over the threshold into my home almost made me sick, but I didn't dare show it on my face.

"Lovely home you have here," he said, looking around, but I doubted he was just looking out curiosity, and that compliment felt nothing like a compliment to me. What the fuck is he doing here?

I thanked him, resisting the urge to cross my arms. I learned in the few psych classes I attended that it was a sign of discomfort. I instead tried to make myself less stiff, asking myself how a normal person would act in this situation and then trying to behave that way.

"Would you like something to drink? Water, tea, Brandy....?"

Klaus shook his head, declining. He still wasn't looking at me, continuing to stare at my house. He seemed to be searching for something, and I had an idea what it was.

Well, he wouldn't find it.

I skipped over the like five other questions I had, asking, "What brings you here?" I kept my voice light, even though he probably knew that I knew what he was doing. I was already gonna be heading over to the compound later where he would've seen me. He had no reason to be here other than to look for some sort of flaw.

Finally, Klaus looked over at me. "Elijah's currently preoccupied, so I told him I'd just come here and get what you were supposed to give to him." Bullshit. But I'd play this game. I've won far harder ones.

I reminded myself of the pact I made to myself when I left the compound yesterday, of everything I've endured over the course of my life. If I went through what I went through, then I could go through speaking to my father.

I faked nonchalance. "Right, the contract. I'll go get that right now." I went to my room, grabbing the stapled pages and Amelia's grimoire out of my bag, ignoring the fact that the hybrid could've done anything in the less than thirty seconds I left him alone. However, when I got back, he seemed to be in exact same spot, waiting patiently for my return.

"Here," I said, handing them to both to him. He hummed, flipping through the pages—though, I doubt he was reading anything, even though the contents of the folder I just gave him were only drafted in attempts to save his city.

But I didn't have to have known Klaus long to know that this wasn't about saving anything for him. Men like him didn't save; they destroyed, and my mother raised me well enough to make sure I never forgot that.

When he closed the folder, he looked at the grimoire with a serious stare. I would've been worried that he was trying to see past my glamour had I not been as strong as I was. Nobody could see past my illusions other than myself; it's always been that way, and it'll always be that way.

Instead, I could bet he was questioning its authenticity or even my authenticity. The white lie I gave the other night was convincing enough to get me out of the compound, but since Klaus was looking for any reason to support his distrust in me, he obviously still had reservations.

Before I could continue with my train of thought, Klaus looked up at me and abruptly questioned, "Where are you from?" My brows went up. Out of all the things he could've said, that was on my list of least expected.

But I wasn't expecting any of the other things that'd happened in my life since I returned to New Orleans, either.

My first instinct was to respond, why do you ask? but that felt defensive and that was the last thing I wanted to come off as to my father. I told him what I told most people who asked. "A little bit of everywhere, I suppose." I shrugged for effect. "I was travelling at a young age due to conflicts around my family, so I was all over Europe as a child."

The suspicion Klaus so eagerly showed me the other night was tucked away. Instead, he only hummed again, but clearly he didn't believe me; otherwise, he would've left it alone, but I could never be so lucky.

"And how old are you? If you don't mind my asking," he added, as if he cared about whether not I minded.

I didn't hesitate. "About five hundred years old, give or take."

He hummed in response, adding to my irritation, but I was much better at hiding what I was thinking than he was. Not that he was trying. "Well, I suppose I should've assumed so since the Bennett witches had fled to America around that time period." He stared me dead in the eye, a smug smile on his face but a much more serious look in his eyes.

He was pretty close to me, close enough that I could see his eyes—and I mean really see them. They were blue with twinges of green and brown that I hadn't seen from far away before. And even though almost nothing scared the crap out of me more than the fact that his eyes looked like mine, I stared right back like I had no fears at all.

"Yeah, that's true," I agreed, but I didn't offer anything further. The only other things I could've added to this conversation to convince him I wasn't lying were facts from my personal life and that was information I wouldn't soon give up.

I didn't know how well Klaus knew my mother before they conceived me, if he knew her best friend's name or even her own, for that matter. So there were some details I just had to keep to myself; revealing certain things may have had the ability to help me, but they could also hurt me just as easily.

That was a risk I wasn't going to take.

Klaus just kept staring at me, and I almost thought he'd never look away until the door opened. We both turned to see Davina in the doorway, keys in her hand.

Her mouth fell open slightly, eyes darting between me and the Original in our living room. Said Original broke the silence. "Ah, if it isn't the little witch."

I watched Davina swallow but still manage to glare at him. "Klaus."

Klaus held his hands up in surrender, that same "friendly" smile on his face that was anything but. "Relax, love. I come in peace." He then looked back over at me. "I was just leaving." With that, he walked toward the door. Back still turned to me, he uttered a thank you for what I gave him and wished us a wonderful night, patting Davina on the shoulder on his way out.

The teenager barely waited until Klaus was out the door to close it, looking over at me with incredulous eyes. Just as her mouth was about to open, I brought my finger to my lips, silently shushing her and pointing to my ear.

She got the message, exasperatedly sighing and running a hand through her hair while I used my hearing to listen to Klaus walk away. Once I could no longer hear his footsteps, I let my finger fall. Davina instantly let her questions loose.

"What the hell was he doing here? Why'd you let him in- no, how did he get in? What was that stuff he walked out with and why did that book look like a grimoire? Oh my God, does he know that you're a-"

I cut her off, "Davina. Slow down and I'll explain." At my interruption she paused, taking a breath. I couldn't help but be amused at her worry, even though the Devil himself had just been standing in my living room.

Once she was calm, I elaborated, summarizing the deal I'd made with Elijah and then the deal we'd just made with the witches. Although I trusted Davina, I gave her the same story I gave Klaus when it came to the grimoire. There were some things just better kept secret and, for now, Amelia Bennett and my family fell under that category.

After I'd explained everything, Davina nodded to herself, soaking it all in, muttering under her breath, "That must've been what everyone was talking about today, a deal with the Mikaelsons." She pursed her lips. "Yeah, I heard Genevieve and some others whispering something about a Bennett witch, so it must've been that."

I nodded. "Yeah, and as for Klaus being here, I let him in myself. Don't worry; the protections are fine." She finally seemed to calm down after that.

"Okay, I guess I'll just go do my homework now or something. See you, Y/N/N." I ruffled her hair as she walked past me, getting a faux angry pout that didn't last long before a smile started to form on her lips. Like her happiness was contagious, the corners of my lips upturned, too.

It was good to see her happy, busying herself with things like homework. That's what teens should be doing, not hiding away in attics, isolated from humanity. Death shouldn't have even crossed her mind but I knew that, living in the world we lived in, that wasn't an option.

In spite of that, I would do my best to preserve her childhood for as long as I could. There was no one there to do that for me, and I'd be damned if I would just stand by and watch as hers was stolen from her.

Davina meant too much to me to allow that to happen, but even so, there were still things about me that she didn't know. There were things about me that no one knew, no matter how close to me they'd gotten.

No one knew I was Klaus' daughter, no one but Amelia, my mother, and the person who killed her.

At that thought, my mood became sour, but instead of drowning in my own self-pity, I blocked the thoughts completely. I couldn't afford to be in New Orleans with Klaus Mikaelson watching my every move and to also think about that part of my past.

So I pulled out my phone and dialled until Cellie's voice filled my ear, "Hey, what's up?"

"Hey, let's go out. We can hit up that new club downtown. And call Cami up, too; we can all go and just have fun."

"Not that I oppose this in anyway, but what brought up this spontaneousness?"

"Nothing," I lied. "I just want to have a night-out on the town. C'mon, Marcel; don't be boring."

He gave in, "Alright, alright, fine. I'll call Cami."

I grinned. "Great; meet at my place." Before he could say anything else, I hung up on him. This was just the sort of thing I needed, to go out like everything was normal.

I rushed to go get ready, pushing all thoughts of Klaus and my past to the back of my mind. For one night, just one, I wanted to feel like myself again.

Ever since I got back to New Orleans, I've felt like this shell of myself. Around the Originals, I felt like little-kid-me. All of these memories and thoughts that I've worked to repress have just been resurfacing, and so, for one night, I just want to feel like myself again. That'll help me get it all together.

I was gonna go out tonight, not as a Mikaelson, but as a Y/L/N.

And after that, I was gonna bury Y/N Mikaelson for good.

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Alternate

Jason Todd x GN!Reader

Summary:Y/N L/N was sent to an alternate reality where DC characters such as Batman and Robin are real. Batman agrees to help keep them safe until he can get them back home, but will they want to go home after meeting a certain son of Batmans.

Warnings: Cussing, being taken in, mentions death and resurrection.

Hi, So this is a new series of mine, I hope you enjoy it! Series Masterlist.

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One second, you were asleep in bed. The next, you were passed out on a dock. You quickly darted upwards, looking around for any sign that could tell you where you were. Your eyes caught sight of a crate, the word 'Gotham' written on the side. Your hands darted around your body, trying to see if you could locate your phone, panic took over once you realized it was nowhere to be found.

A "whoosh" noise alerted you, your head turned in every direction to try and see where it came from. Your eyes caught sight of movement. Something was in the shadows. Everything in your body told you to run, run all the way until you find the police station, but some stupid little part in you told you to investigate it.

"Hello?" You called out, taking a step towards the movement.

"Um, I don't know where I am, or how I got here..." Your voice trailed off as someone came forward. The person was sporting a full body Batman suit.

"Okay, what's going on?" You asked more to yourself than to the other person. A noise of something landing behind you sent a shiver up your spine. As you turned around, you spotted a kid.

"What the fuck?" You whispered, staring at the kid that was dressed in a more toned down Robin suit, it looked like the most recent Robin, Damian.

"Who are you?" The kid asked, hand resting on his hip. You only stared at him, mouth slightly hung agape. You could tell that the kid grew antsy quick, repeatedly tapping his foot as your silence grew longer. A hand touching your shoulder made you spin around, staring at the "Batman.".

"Are you alright?" He asked.

You let out an ebrupt laugh as you stared at the man. Your hand ran along your face as your laughter grew louder.

"Okay, what are you doing?" You asked both males in-between laughter.

"Look, I have respect for cosplayers, but how did you get me out here?"

Both of them looked at you quizzically, wondering what the hell you were talking about.

"Where the fuck am I?" You yelled out, turning around again to quickly look at the kid again, then back to the man.

"You're in Gotham...are you okay?" The older man asked.

"G-Gotham?" You let out another ebrubt laugh.

"Where am I really?" You asked again, a large grin on your face to mask the uneasy feeling in your stomach. Both males just continued to stare at you as you awaited their answer.

"Okay, look, Bruce -" You were quickly cut off from the kid behind you, grabbing your hand and yanking you backwards.

"What are you talking about?" The older man tried to play your words off.

"Dude, I'm not playing this game." You started. "I'm just gonna call you Bruce since you won't tell me what's going on."

The younger boy held out a wooden sword, holding it to under your neck. "Who told you?" He questioned.

"Oh my God, Bruce Wayne?" You started again. "Batman, everyone knows this."

Both of them continued to stare at you, and you resisted letting out a laugh from the wooden sord that rested under your chin.

"Look, pipsqueak, where am i?"

"We already told you."

"No, Gotham is a fictional place, just like Batman and all of his Robin's. Where AM I?" You yelled out the last part.

"What do you know?" The older man asked you.

"What, about Batman?"

"And the Robin's."

"Um, I know about Dicks parents and how he was an acrobat...I know about how Jason stole the wheels from the Batmobile, and I know how he died and was resurrected...I know about how Tim stalked Dick, and I know about his borderline war crimes...i know about Stephanie's father and how Batman treated her...um, Damian is Bruce's actual son, with Talia Al-Ghul, the daughter of the guy who resurrected Jason...yeah" you listed off some things you knew about the comic book vigilantes.

"Okay, you're coming with us." The older man told you, grabbing one of your arms and walking off. You continued to yell at him and punch his hand, even trying to pull yourself from him. His grasp remained strong on your arm, not letting you leave, Robin fell into step next to you and grabbed your other arm, completely overpowering you. The two of them dragged you to a completely black car that was hidden in an alley. It looked like a mixture of almost every on-screen batmobile completely rolled into one.

~☆~

Both males continued to drive you all the way to a cave...one that could undeniably be recognized as the Batcave. They grabbed you from out of the car, dragging you over to a chair and strapping you to it.

"How do you know all of this?" The older man asked you again.

"I told you it's all FUCKING FICTIONAL!" You screamed at the two of them, trying to get your arms undone from behind your back.

"You don't believe them, right?" The kid asked, looking up at the older male who didn't respond.

"H-how did you get all of this to look so real?" You stuttered out, looking around the room- erm well cave that you were in.

"Whats your name?" The Batman dude asked, voice finally sounding reassuring.

"...Y/N." You hesitantly stated, watching both of the males closely.

"And you're telling the truth, Batman is a fictional character?" He asked you, genuinely trying to figure you out.

"....yes." You responded, not knowing if this dude was joking or not. The man proceeded to take off his mask, unveiling short black hair, with slight gray growing at the sides.

"Father!" The kid yelled, staring up at the older man.

"Take it off, Damian." He defeatedly told the younger boy. With a sigh, the younger boy yanked off his own mask, revealing his green eyes.

Your mouth hung agape as you stared at both of the males, your head going a hundred miles per hour.

"What the fuck- Bruce Wayne!?" You yelled out as you stared at the older man before staring at the younger boy. "Damian!?"

Both of the men let you have your moment, watching as you mumbled to yourself before you occasionally yelled out their names.

"Y/N, how did you get here." Bruce asked, staring into your eyes, Damian's shoulders hung as he listened to his father believe your story.

"I honest to God don't know!" You yelled again. Bruce let out a sigh as he listened to sit in your little hysteric fit. Honestly, he would probably do the same.

~☆~

Bruce led you up to the Manor, leaving a fuming Damian down in the cave.

"You are going to stay here while I try to get you home." Bruce stated, not giving you room for debate.

"Yeah, okay!" You agreed, completely on board with the idea of staying out of the streets of Gotham. Bruce led you all the way to the kitchen where an older man was doing dishes, completely unaware of the two people behind him, until you let out a gasp.

"Alfred..." You whispered into the air, smile on your face as you stared at the man.

"Ah, my apologies, but who might you be?" He asked, drying his hands off on a towel.

"Uh, oh well, I'm Y/N." You stuttered out, more excited to meet Alfred than you were when you noticed Bruce was real.

"They're not from here." Bruce added, keeping his mouth shut about you not even being from their world. Alfred walked over to the two of you, offering a small smile as he shook your hand.

"Will you be staying with us?" The older man asked you.

"Yes, they will, we don't know for how long, though." Bruce answered for you.

"Oh, well, I should get a room set up." Alfred stated.

"I can do the dishes for you." You offered.

"I believe you would be taking my job if you did that, Miss/Master Y/N." Alfred chuckled as he walked out of the room.

~☆~

Alfred had just finished setting up your room. He even layed out an old shirt from one of the boys. Your eyes scanned the room, there was a queen sized bed, a giant window that had a veiw of the garden, a wooden desk, minimal artwork, a giant wooden dresser, a chair, and an on suite bathroom. The room itself wasn't too big, meaning that it didn't look funny with furniture randomly spaced around it, but the walls were tall, along with the doors.

You let out a breath as you thought about your room back at home compared to this one, a tiny little room with a twin sized mattress that was as hard as a rock....you could get used to this.

~☆~

I really hope you enjoyed this!

New chapters will be slow, I'm sorry!

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kaldurahms-lover · 11 months

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Cardigan

Pairing: Jason Todd x Fem Reader (version of jason isn’t mentioned but i wrote it with his original storyline death from Batman: A Death In The Family, not a later, retconned version)

Warnings: angst but also fluff, reader is a famous singer, use of Y/N, pet names (baby, sweetheart, princess, lmk if i missed any), swearing, makes references to other songs (Lover by Taylor Swift, Lucky People by Waterparks, and Favorite Record by Fall Out Boy), i reread this like 8 times but i couldve missed things so don't flame me if theres any fuck ups in there lmao

Word Count: 4,175

A/N: (yes i know cardigan is part of the teenage love triangle songs, yes i made it into somewhat fluff because i fucking wanted to, whats it to you? I was just listening to cardigan (by taylor swift if you were unaware) in the shower and had this beautiful idea of like what if rather than it being about getting cheated on, i make it about the reader experiencing Jason’s death (and resurrection)? also i color coded the dialogue which is something i normally don't do soooo fun little touch i guess.)

IMPORTANT NOTE: Italics mean it’s a flashback, bold and bigger means it's a song lyric, regular text means it's happening in real time. (with very obvious exceptions) Cool? Cool. also, real quick, THE FLASHBACKS ARE NOT IN PERFECT CHRONOLOGICAL ORDER!!!!

“HELLO GOTHAM CITY!” The crowd roared in excitement. Y/N was excited too, it was her first show in Gotham in a long time. This was her first tour in a long time. Of course, she let the public think that it was just because she was a teenager focusing on school, not because when she was 16 her first love the love of her life had been brutally murdered…

“It’s really nice to be playing a hometown show, and since this is my first one in forever, how about I play you something brand new?” Screams erupted in the audience, people pulling out their phones to get the first recording of a brand new song.

“This one means a lot to me, it’s about someone very special to me, and how he came back to me when I needed him most. This is a quieter one so I'm gonna need you all to listen, and please don’t judge me if I cry during this. Alright, this one’s called ‘cardigan’ everybody!”

Rows and rows of people buzzed with excitement as the music began to play.

Vintage tee, brand new phone

Y/N and Jason walked in, strutting about as if they were models in the new vintage tees Y/N had bought for them at the thrift store just days before. They strolled about the mall, eventually making the stop to get Jason a new phone, he had dropped his from a rooftop on patrol the night before. Oops.

“Jay, baby, you can’t just use Bruce’s credit card without asking all the time” Y/N smiled, knowing Jason wasn’t going to listen to her

“Says who? Besides, I told him I was taking it. If he didn’t want to pay for me to get a new phone, he should’ve given me a secure pocket in the suit for it like I asked.” Jason shrugged. He wasn’t atrociously rebellious at all times, but he knew Bruce had more than enough money for him to get a new phone, and to treat his girlfriend, and best friend, when he wanted to. “Plus, if I didn’t take his card, I wouldn’t be able to spoil you, would I?” He wrapped an arm around her waist, pressing a kiss to her temple as they walked out of the store.

High heels on cobblestone

Y/N’s heels clicked loudly against the cobblestone walkway as she made her way to the entrance of the Wayne gala, arm linked with Jason’s.

“Are you sure I look alright? I’ve never worn a dress this fancy Jason. Should I even be at a Wayne gala I mean–” Jason cut her off.

“Sweetheart you look perfect. And if anyone tells you otherwise I will personally ask Bruce to kick them out.”

“Jay you can’t do that.”

“According to who? I have adopted Wayne privilege and you’re the one who’s Bruce’s favorite”

“I am not Bruce’s favorite!”

“Yes you are princess.”

He dragged her into the gala, excited to spend a night with her, and after that, her first Wayne gala was nothing but history, as she attended every single one at her lover’s side.

When you are young they assume you know nothing

“That boy is a delinquent Y/N! I doubt you even know anything about him, has he even told you how he came to meet Mr Wayne?” Y/N’s father shouted. He’d never liked Jason, despite him being Y/N’s best friend for years before things ever became romantic. She used to be able to avoid it, but when her mom moved out of state for work and Y/N wanted to stay in Gotham… well this was her only option.

“Yes dad, I know how he met Bruce! You realize I knew him long before he was adopted by Bruce Wayne right? That I didn’t just go for him because he was rich? You assume because I’m young that I know nothing!”

“Clearly you don’t know anything if you would choose to be with a boy who is a thief! He tried to steal Mr. Wayne’s tires!”

“He was trying to steal them because he was living on the streets and needed money to fucking eat, Dad! Clearly you’re the one who knows nothing here!”

She stormed out of the house, furiously texting Jason and trying to will away the angry tears.

Sequined smile, black lipstick

Y/N grinned at Jason, her black lipstick fresh as they prepared to go to a party. Bruce had cleared Jason of Robin duty for the weekend and they’d decided to take time to enjoy being normal teenagers.

“What do you think?” She asked, still smiling

“I think… I’m really tempted to kiss that lipstick right off of you”

“Come do it then.”

Sensual politics

“Do you ever think about sensual politics?” Y/N looked up at Jason, her head in his lap as he read a book.

“What the fuck do you mean ‘sensual politics’?”

“Like the politics of being flirtatious or like building a relationship with someone, but like also kind of a play on sexual politics and people’s perception of the difference’s between men and women and the politics of it, you know? Like they’re both very different things but you can name them the same thing”

“And you’re calling that sensual politics?”

“Yes, what about it?”

“I wish I could understand what’s going on in that brain of yours, you’re such a nerd princess”

When you are young they assume you know nothing

“Jaybird if you hurt her I hope you know I’ll have to break your legs” Dick shrugged as if this was common knowledge.

“I won’t hurt her, Dickwad. She’s the best thing to happen to me.”

“Okay, but you’re young and stupid, anything could happen.”

“Just because you knew nothing when you were young doesn’t mean I’m stupid.”

But I knew you

Years ago, Y/n was 11 and Jason was 10. Y/N was on her way home from the school when she saw someone she recognized.

“Hey! You’re the boy from the library! You showed me my favorite book!”

Jason flushed, unaware that she’d remember him, or that she’d take the recommendation he’d once given her seriously

“Yeah uh, hi. My names Jason, Jason Todd.” He stuck his hand out to shake.

She placed her hand in his and shook. "Y/N."

Dancin' in your Levi's

Y/N and Jason slow danced in her room, her record player spinning some old collection she’d snagged from Wayne manor.

“I was unaware that Levi’s were ballroom attire Monsieur.”

“And I was unaware your bedroom counted as a ballroom Mademoiselle”

Drunk under a streetlight, I

“Jason you’re drunk.”

“No I’m notttt. Please Y/N pleeeeaaassseee be my girlfriend.”

“You’re drunk Jay, if you weren’t then you’d remember I already am.” She laughed, watching her lover shoot up in excitement

“Really? That’s so cool!”

I knew you

"Y/N what do you think? Do you think he'd like this for his birthday?"

"Why are you asking me? You're his brother!"

"Yeah but you know him better than anyone else"

Hand under my sweatshirt

"Jason Peter Todd get your cold ass hands out from under my sweatshirt!"

"What do you mean princess?" He dragged his freezing cold hands further up her back

"Eek!"

Baby, kiss it better, I

Y/N carefully finished wrapping the bandages around Jason's waist.

"I can't believe you got stabbed!"

"Kiss it better?"

"Dork." She pressed a kiss to his bandages, before making her way up to his lips.

And when I felt like I was an old cardigan

Under someone's bed

You put me on and said I was your favorite

“What’s got you down princess?” Jason quirked an eyebrow, the moment Y/N entered the manor there was an unhappy energy on her, like she was faking her smile. He knew her all too well. “Come here”. He opened his arms to her, gesturing that she should come lay with him on the excessively large couch (rich people bro) and she happily obliged, latching onto his side like a koala with her head on his chest.

“It’s just… I don’t know, sometimes I feel like an old cardigan, under someone’s bed. Just… forgotten.”

“I could never forget you. Sometimes people lose things that are important to them. If you’re an old cardigan then I’m finding you and putting you on because the whole time you were my favorite.” He pressed a kiss to her hair.

“How poetic” She could feel his chest shake as he laughed.

“What can I say? I’m a man of literature. Speaking of which! Do you want to watch Pride and Prejudice?”

“Again?”

“Yes, AgAiN”

Y/N looked up at her boyfriend, beaming. “Always.”

A friend to all is a friend to none

“You can’t keep acting like nothing is going on Jason. You love her, so why are you friends with someone like the asshole who ruined her reputation?”

“Dammit Dick, I didn’t even know that he was the one who did that until a week ago!”

“And you’ve hung out with him twice since then! A friend to all is a friend to none, Jaybird.”

Chase two girls, lose the one

Surely all of Gotham had heard them arguing from their favorite spot on the roof of the library.

“Jason I understand that you want to go meet your birth mother, but why does that mean you have to not be in touch for an undetermined amount of time? I don’t understand why finding her means leaving me!” Y/N hadn’t meant to shout. She wasn’t actually mad at him. She understood why he wanted to go, but that didn’t make him leaving hurt any less. Why should she have to lose contact with him, let him run off to another continent without any knowledge of if he was okay?

“Sweetheart I’m not leaving you, I’m just trying to find my mom…”

“Yeah, at the expense of me! Jay I will never prevent you from doing something this important to you but that will not change the fact that this hurts me. That I’ll be lying awake at night not knowing if you’re okay or if you’re even going to want me when you come home! Not even being able to ask Bruce if you’re okay because you plan on doing this without his knowledge! For fucks sake Jason do you realize how that would feel?”

“God dammit Y/N why can’t you just be happy for me?”

“Because you’re LEAVING ME. You know what, go ahead and go Jason. You’re choosing to chase two girls and you’ve lost this one.” She made her way down, trying not to let her hands shake from all the emotional turmoil, at least not until she was on the ground again. There was no way she would know how much she’d regret saying that to him.

When you are young, they assume you know nothing

“It’s your first heartbreak Y/N, you’ll get over it. It was teenage puppy love, something was bound to happen.” Her father had no clue. It had been days and she hadn’t heard from Jason. Last she checked with Alfred, Bruce had followed him out to the middle east somewhere.

“This was, this is so much more than that. You’re doing it again, assuming that because I’m young I must know nothing.”

“Clearly you don’t know anything.”

But I knew you

“When were you gonna tell me that you being a literature nerd was knowledge Dick wasn’t supposed to get his hands on?” Y/N gave him a look. The look that says ‘i didn't know this was a secret so you can't be upset i spilled’

“Shit princess please don’t tell me you told him… he’ll never let me live it down!”

“Oops?” She shrugged. He started to say something else but she kissed him before the words could escape. “It’s alright Jay, it makes you a romantic. And it means I know you better than him.”

Jason smiled. “I guess you’re right…”

Playing hide-and-seek and

“Do you wanna play hide and seek?”

“Sweetheart aren’t we too old for that?”

“Who said that? Come onnn"

“Y/N.”

“Hm?”

“You know I can’t say no to you.”

Giving me your weekends, I

“You know we don’t have to spend every weekend together right? You can hang out with your friends or your family if you want.”

“Why would I do that when I could give you all my weekends?”

I knew you

"How did you know to tell Bruce I wanted adjustments on the Robin bike?"

"Because I'm just cool like that. And i know you. Now come on let's take it for a spin!"

Your heartbeat on the High Line

Y/N pressed the side of her head to Jason's chest as a stranger took their photo on the High Line. The trip to New York had been spontaneous, something they'd decided to do for spring break.

After taking her phone back from the kind stranger and thanking them, Y/N turned to her dear boyfriend.

"I could hear your heartbeat you know."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, you'd think it was our first date or something." Y/n grinned.

"Because you make me feel... I don't know, like Pip if Estella was actually good for him?"

"Did you just reference Great Expectations at me as a way of expressing your feelings?"

"Maybe?"

"Kiss me."

Once in twenty lifetimes, I

Y/N often thought of how her mother had once told her that true teenage love like the one she had with Jason only came once in 20 lifetimes. Although, in retrospect maybe it's twice in two lifetimes, or once in one, for the partner who didn't die.

And when I felt like I was an old cardigan

Under someone's bed

You put me on and said I was your favorite

"Would I still be your favorite person if I was a worm?"

"Well no cause you wouldn't be a person anymore, but you'd be my favorite worm-"

"You know what? I'll take it."

"You'll always be my favorite."

To kiss in cars

"Jason Todd you are a menace to society."

"What? How?"

"You brought me out to Bruce's Rolls-Royce to make out."

"So?"

and downtown bars

"Who would've thought the boy wonder had a fake ID?"

"Maybe his girlfriend who's cousin made it for him"

"What? Which one?"

Jason smirked at her, knowing it was going to eat her alive not knowing yes im projecting how nosy i am onto the y/n "Sorry princess, that stays a secret"

Was all we needed

You drew stars around my scars

"Jason it's just an old scar from scraping my knee a little too deep, it's no big deal!"

He continued drawing small stars around any scars he found on her, gently dragging the red marker along her skin. "I didn't say it was!"

But now I'm bleedin'

When Jason hadn’t come back, Y/N had done one of the only things she promised him she would never do: taking up vigilantism. She told Bruce it was only temporary. She told herself it was only temporary. But the longer she was in the game the more attached to it she became.

"FUCK!" Y/N yelped as she sat on her bathroom counter, pressing a damp rag to her wound, carefully wiping it off. "God dammit, I used to be patching up Jason's stab wounds, not getting stabbed..." She picked up her phone, dialing the only number she cared to call anymore.

"Yeah, Dick? Can you come over real quick? Need you to make sure this stab wound doesn't kill me..."

The audible "WHAT" echoed throughout the bathroom, despite the phone not being on speaker.

'Cause I knew you

"How'd you know I'd be here?"

Y/N found Jason at their spot on the roof of the library after Dick informed her that he'd had a particularly rough argument with Bruce.

"Because I know you better than anyone else."

Steppin' on the last train

Jason dragged Y/N towards the last train of the night, what they never knew would be their final date before everything went astray.

"Come on! The last train is the best one!"

Marked me like a bloodstain, I

The image of Jason, dead, being carried away by Bruce was forever marked in Y/N's head. He was dead. There was nothing else to say.

I knew you

Speaking at Jason's small memorial was never something Y/N saw herself doing.

"I uh- I really don't know what to say. You all always said I knew him better than anyone else, and I just wish I could've known the way to prevent this."

Tried to change the ending

Y/N tried so hard to change the ending of her story. Make it so she wasn't just the girl who lost herself in grief. But until unless she saw Jason again, nothing was going to happen.

Peter losing Wendy, I

As she sat there writing 'Cardigan' it occurred to her that Peter losing Wendy was a choice, and her losing Jason never was, but it fit. Their love was a magic only to be found in Neverland.

I knew you

"Hey Red, do I know you from somewhere in civilian life? You seem familiar..."

"No way, too new in town, sorry."

She knew she knew him. She just couldn't place why...

Leavin' like a father

Even though she'd told him just to go, Jason still stopped by Y/N's house before he left to find his mother.

"Please don't leave me Jay." She cupped his cheeks, pressing his forehead to hers as tears streamed down her face

"Don't cry baby, I'll be back before you know it."

Running like water, I

Of course, Y/N hadn't known the identity of the Red Hood the first time she'd spotted him. All she had time to think was wondering why such a large man, with guns nonetheless, ran from her like she was out to get him.

And when you are young, they assume you know nothing

"Why do people love to assume that because I'm young I must know nothing about love or heartbreak?" Y/N had asked one day. No one answered. No one knew, they only knew that they were all too aware of just how much she truly knew about both of those things.

But I knew you'd linger like a tattoo kiss

"I want a blue jay on my forearm. Full color. Can you do that?"

Y/N had walked into the tattoo parlor like she owned the place. She needed a way to let him permanently linger. The kiss of a needle in her skin the only way to physically represent him.

I knew you'd haunt all of my what-ifs

"What if I had made him stay?!"

"Y/N there's nothing you could've done that would change things."

"But what if—"

"There was nothing any of us could do."

The smell of smoke would hang around this long

"Thought you told me that you quit smoking years ago Red."

"Yeah, well, old habits die hard."

"Rough day huh?"

"Yeah. Girlfriend from before all this almost saw me in the library today. She doesn't know about me."

"About you being a vigilante?"

"She thinks I'm dead."

"You know, maybe I'll do this and be totally mistaken and realize im delusional, but I swear to whatever fucking god is listening if i tear off that domino mask and Jason Todd is under there I will be pushing you off this rooftop."

"If I've been hanging out with Y/N this whole time I'm throwing myself off."

'Cause I knew everything when I was young

Y/N was playing a show in Los Angeles, touring at age 15 was insane, but then again, she never thought anyone would listen to her music.

"Alright everyone, I may be young, but I also consider myself to be quite versed in romance, who knows, maybe it's my lovely boyfriend, or the fact that I'm a hopeless romantic, but either way, this one's called Favorite Record!"

Even at a young age, she'd known everything she needed to about love, because it encased her every moment she spent with her favorite person.

I knew I'd curse you for the longest time

She sat at Jason's grave in the Wayne family plot for more hours than she could count, swearing at his headstone

"God dammit! Why didn't you come home? Why didn't you come back to me?" Sobs wracked her body. "I was waiting for you to come home."

Chasin' shadows in the grocery line

Every once in a while Y/N would see someone and think someone was him. Maybe it was her brain's sick way of coping. She reached towards the stranger in front of her.

"Excuse me-"

But when he turned around Jason was gone. It was just another high school boy who had vaguely reminiscent hair.

I knew you'd miss me once the thrill expired

A knock came on Y/N's bedroom window. She opened it warily before the Red Hood came clinking in.

"Thrill of letting me think you were dead over?"

"Y/N please-"

"Did you sit and watch as I grieved? Stand by while I lost my mind because I thought I'd lost you?"

"Sweetheart just let me explain–"

"Don't fucking 'sweetheart' me. Get out. Get out of my fucking room."

And you'd be standin' in my front porch light

"Get off my damn porch Jason." He was standing in civilian clothes, shuffling his feet nervously as if he was a little kid again.

"Not until you let me explain!"

"Fine. You get to come in for five minutes. See if you can explain to me how there is any way you can justify this."

And I knew you'd come back to me

Y/N sat with her jaw slack in shock after hearing Jason's story. How saying he died wasn't even a lie, how he'd been brought back, the madness he'd experienced, the resentment for nobody killing the Joker. (she flat out told him she would've if she thought she could do it without getting herself killed in the process)

"i'm such a fucking asshole."

"No you aren't"

"No you went through this whole traumatic experience and I've just been a dick to you!"

"And it's been totally justified! You should've been the first person to find out I was back. Honestly I'm surprised Dick or Bruce didn't tell you..."

"I'm going to ignore the urge to castrate both of them and just be happy you came back to me."

You'd come back to me

"I'll always come back to you."

And you'd come back to me

"Make sure you come back in one piece?" They were on the same mission, much to Jason's dismay, but they had to be split up.

"When have I ever not come back to you?"

"...."

"Don't answer that."

And you'd come back

They'd made it out of that atrocious mission. It all worked out in the end but it certainly had taken longer than they planned.

"hey, you came back in one piece, just like I asked."

"I always do, just for you."

And when I felt like I was an old cardigan

Under someone's bed

You put me on and said I was your favorite

Y/N heard Jason coming in. His duffel bag clunked loudly against their closet floor, and she assumed he changed out of his gear at a safehouse before returning to their apartment. She flipped over the edge of the blanket, making room for him to crawl in bed with her. Once sufficiently comfortable behind her, arms wrapped tightly around her waist, Jason spoke.

"Hey Y/N?"

She turned around in his arms so she could face him. "Uh oh, you didn't call me any kind of pet name, just my name, whats up?"

"Nothing I just... I just wanted to let you know you're still my favorite."

The tears were flowing freely by then. The audience screamed, cheering at the sweet song. “My favorite person didn’t get to be around for a while, but… he came back to me, and that’s all that matters. Now that's enough crying, I’ve got some much more fun songs, ARE YOU READY GOTHAM CITY!?” And with that, the show went on.

Hours later, Y/N made her way backstage, where she was immediately enveloped by the arms of a mystery man. She wasn’t scared though, she knew who it was. Her arms wrapped around his neck as he spun her around.

He sat her down gently, beaming. “You wrote a song about me?” “Jay… baby a lot of my songs are about you.”

“What?”

“I’m going to ignore the fact that you managed to not know that even though I’ve told you before.”

“I just assumed you weren’t serious!”

“... You really think that Lover or Lucky People or Favorite Record, could have possibly been about anyone else?”

“And if I just like hearing you say it?”

“Then I’ll tell you forever.” When their lips met, it was a promise, one that this, this feeling in this moment, was real, and that it wouldn’t ever go away, because they knew everything when they were young.

#jason todd #jason todd x reader #the red hood #red hood x reader #jason todd imagine #jason todd fluff #jason todd angst #red hood angst #oh how i love this man #need to marry him NOW

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chronicbeans · 1 year

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Wally Darling and a Restoration Project Reader (part 9)

YIPPEE

TW: Cults, Religious Imagery, Mentions of Possible Murder, Death

🗞️ You immediately text your friends, Amy and Finn, telling them to come over. You also tell them to introduce themselves as your friends, in the hopes that they make it through the gates without much trouble.

🗞️ They say they will arrive within an hour, allowing you to start your part of the investigation early. Looking around the room, you focus on the posters of Barnaby. The eyes are scratched out on every one, almost like someone took a knife or pin and scraped the pointed end against the poster. You can even see the scratch marks in the wood. Your wonder increases, causing you to search a few of the drawers.

🗞️ You find old clothing, such as suits, ties, pants and the likes. On a desk by the bedside, you see a small jewelery box. You open it, finding a collection of sun shaped pins, cufflinks, and even a few sets of sun and moon earrings in small plastic bags. You pick a set of earrings up, looking at them closely. They seem to be made with real gems. There are notes on each bag, every one saying "To the One". If you had to guess, this man might've been a hopeless romantic! How cute!

🗞️ You hear the door open, seeing both Amy and Finn run in, out of breath. Finn seems to be holding a paper, showing it to you "I... I found the guy that wrote the messy writing! Apparently, he is related to Caesar Jones, the voice actor and creator of Wally! I-" he cuts himself off, looking around "Holy... what is this place?" You grin "This is the room of William Dorelaine! He is the brother of the original creator, Ronald Dorelaine!"

🗞️ Amy looks around, her eyes settling on something by the door. She walks over, before there is a heavy clunking, then a small huff comes out of her mouth. She turns, holding a hatchet in her arms. "This man must be very obsessed with suns and moons. Even his hatchets match that theme. Kind of like Wally with apples..." "What's that? ... Why would he have this?"

🗞️ Both you and Amy look over to Finn, seeing him holding a newspaper. "I found this under his mattress. Here, let me read it out..."

"CULT LEADER FOUND DEAD IN POLICE STATION! The leader of the mysterious cult tormenting town has been found dead in the local police station this afternoon, after being arrested at the parking lot of Playfellow Workshop. It is currently suspected that the sheriff, Sheriff Dekker, killed him after being provoked by the leader, Father Simon "Luna" Johnson. There was a note found in his cell, mentioning how he has been "crucified by the public" and how he shall be a "martyr for the truth". He also wrote down how he shall be resurrected, returning to earth in a body that his followers will recognize instantly by their actions."

🗞️ You all look around at each other. Finn pauses, before saying "There are a few scribbles on the page. Little notes. It is in the same handwriting as William. "Look for the values" and "I must find it", with the last one saying "Sunshine, Sunshine, I love Sunshine", almost like a name instead of just the word." You look over to the jewelry box, remembering the earrings. "I... I feel like we should go..."

🗞️"Come on, (Y/N), a little creepy newspaper article doesn't mean anything. I mean, from what we heard from Mr. Jones' relative, he was really into investigating cults. Maybe William was the same?" Finn nods, explaining "Yeah. He just liked looking into them. How about this? I'll take this book I found. The lock on it should be easy to crack open with my pliers, at home, and we can all look into it, tomorrow. If we find nothing of concern, we will come back to investigate more." Amy then takes the jewelry box, adding on a quick "I just think these are pretty neat!"

🗞️ You look at the book, the unnerving symbol giving you a sense of dread. The symbol seems to be a sun and moon crammed together, with a hourglass in the center. There are a few stains of red on the edges of the hardcover, with a few more on the pages. You swallow, nodding. "Sure. I'm going to go outside, now. Let the Dorelaines know what you took, okay?"

🗞️ As you begin your walk home, you get a call from your mother. Answering, you hear her speak in the harsh tone she uses when upset or annoyed "(Y/N), what have you done know?" "What do you mean, mom? I did nothing! I just went around town, and-!" "There's a man here! He says he is a Dorelaine! Says he wants to talk to you! You better be here quickly, or else I'll lose my temper with him! Keeps talking about Sunshine, like a madman!"

#welcome home #welcome home arg #welcome home au #wally darling #wally darling x reader

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thoughtfulfangirling · 2 months

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Option 1: You've saved your friend from a magical disability that unmoors their body from your existence, and a powerful enemy has just destroyed the artifact you created to anchor her here, and if you don't get out of the battle quick, you might lose her forever.

Option 2: You discover you have an unwanted magical destiny that you can't avoid. The girl of your dreams could also share this magical destiny with you, but only if you recruit her yourself, irreversibly tying her to that destiny which she otherwise could have been saved from and you wish you yourself could be saved from.

Option 3: You're in a Groundhog Day cycle that you started and could end at any time full of grief and pain, but you went into this to save your friend from an inevitable decision to help others; however, each time your 'day' starts, it makes the consequences you're trying to avoid that much worse if it comes to pass

Option 4: You've found the spirit of the dead man who is most important to you in the world, who you spent your life with. You can give him a semblance of a life, but the caveat is that he will experience it through you, sharing your body, meaning you can't ever be sentient/conscious at the same time - sharing an existence but never able to interact

Option 5: You are fated to die, but your lover takes your place, and you're so scared you don't stop them. In a twist, she is returned, brought back from the dead, but she never speaks again despite continuing on in her life with you.

Option 6: You die saving the world for the second time after hard battles and tragic losses. Death brings paradise and peace, and you are happy, but your party hasn't been able to live with the death and resurrect you back into life where you have to continue the fight that caused all the losses.

Option 7: You've fallen in love with a girl caught in space. There is a limited corridor of physical space she exists within that doesn't allow for her to feel the rain falling or the comforts of a cozy bed. You've never known actual magic or sci fi to exist in the real world, and yet you may perhaps be the only person who can puzzle out how to free her from this reality unmoored from any existing known occurrences.

Option 8: You've found love and a life with the woman of your dreams, but it is a taboo love, and she is too afraid of her deep feelings for you. She decides to marry someone who will be kind to her and help her advance in her goals in life, but she wants to keep you too, have you live with them in a seemingly respectable role while you are her mistress. You know there is no world in which you will be happy with that arrangement.

There was never going to be enough space for these and they were kind of hard to come up with / remember, so only 8 options for this one! XD

After results are in, I'll say what they are from but I will do it in a way to avoid spoilers for the most part! Or you can just block the 'tragic story poll'

#poll spam #tragic story poll #polls #narratives #summaries #la de da #don't mind me #looks like i forgot to add a 'see results' option #oh well #guess you HAVE TO PICK if you want to see results before a week!!#q #original furi poll

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ghoulangerlee · 1 year

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okay so this was supposed to be a quick little drabble but this ended up being 5 thousand words instead hahahaha

i was going to edit this but there's a loud 4 year old in my house and i can't focus im sorry

warnings are: main character death but copia is brought back, rain is a little mean, death is discussed during this, throughout this fic copia deals with nightmares and is relearning how to be alive again. It's a process for him.

Sunshine

Sunshine can always tell when Copia is having a bad day; his skin is paler now, ashen as if he were always on the brink of death, and the bags under his eyes more pronounced now even when he's wearing the papal paint; but neither of those things are any indication.

No, it's the way his eyes dart back and forth, going between any and everything, as if looking for a threat only he can see, only he can hear.

She's heard before, how dangerous it can be to bring someone back, when humans do it, it can be messy and explosive, leaving more harmed than helped.

Ghouls doing the resurrection ritual...there wasn't much information on that in any of the ministry's libraries.

But, it had to be done. Even in Copia's now sort of stilted voice, he'd expressed his thanks for bringing him back, his eyes vacant, his irises as pale as they'd been when the ghouls finally found him, dead and bleeding out in one of the hidden hallways.

"Copia," Sunshine says suddenly, stepping into his office and out of the shadows, "Cooping yourself up in here on a nice spring day isn't good for you."

The panicked look that had been building behind his eyes sort of fades and Sunshine can feel a hesitant tapping into their bond. She trills softly and pushes back against it like a big, happy cat.

"Sunshine," Copia greets her, and though he doesn't say it out loud, she can hear the thanks in his voice, the relief that someone had come to save him, even if he knew most of it wasn't even real. "I believe Aether invited me for lunch," he continues, slower now, careful, like his time on the other side had taken his knowledge of spoken language. "But you'll have to uh...I seem to have gotten caught up in." He stops short and waves his hand towards the paperwork spread across his desk.

"No worries, Aether sent me to get you. You know how he is, if he would have come, he'd be in here helping you do paperwork instead of bringing you to eat lunch with us."

Something in Copia's face twitches but she's not as attuned with human emotion to really decipher it.

Aether had taken Copia's death the hardest and had worked the hardest and channeled the most of his magic into the ritual, wanting to make sure that when the time came, Copia would come back to him. To them.

And he feels guilty, Sunshine knows, like he'd done something wrong maybe, like he'd pushed too much and that's why Copia came back with a large chunk of his memories missing.

So in ways now, he'll over compensate on things, he'll work himself just as hard as Copia does until Cumulus snaps him out of the rut and reminds him that it's still Copia, just because he doesn't remember us, doesn't mean we've forgotten him.

It helps, and the cycle happens all over again, but these days it's getting less and less, with Copia not quite gaining some memories back, but building new ones.

Falling in love with everyone again.

Even now, the strange emotion on Copia's face had melted away into something more familiar to Sunshine, and she watches as he stands up, hand resting heavily on his desk as he slowly navigates himself around it, steps slow and careful.

"You are entirely too sweet to me," Copia says, coming to stand in front of her, his hands resting heavily on her shoulders as her own come to a natural rest on his waist, "My lovely ghoul," he says, the ghost of a smile on his lips as he leans his head in to rest against her helmet.

She hates the extra barrier now, but only in very few places does she remove her helmet, and his office is not one of those, always hyper focused on making sure no one else would come after Copia now. Too public. If someone were to try and attack him here...

She purrs then, clearing the heavy thoughts from her mind when she feels a gentle tug at their connection, Copia's concern flowing in through it.

"Let's get you to the others. Swiss and Rain say we're having the best lunch yet even though neither of them will say what it is," she says, easily moving her hold to wrap one arm around his waist.

Copia makes a small noise of agreement, letting her take some of his weight, walking had come sort of easy to him after all was said and done, but the best that everyone can guess is that him being dead for two weeks had caused him to lose muscle memory for the most basic things, and though things were mostly good now, relearning to walk also had it's bad days as well.

"I think I heard Rain say something about fish," Copia says, though he's looking down at the floor, watching each step he takes, "Well. Heard." He tries to clarify, frowns a little just a few seconds later. "I don't think he wanted me to hear but. Rain is very loud."

Sunshine hums at that, tightening her grip around Copia's waist, "The first ghoul you summon and bond with is always going to be the one you hear loudest," she says gently. She's told him this before, but in the process of his body relearning how to be alive, things like memory and language aren't as high priority as basic body functions like movement and breathing.

Not that she minds, though. She'll gladly repeat things hundreds of times if it means that she's able to have him close like this again.

Not in some glass coffin in a cold mausoleum.

"That does sound right," Copia murmurs in agreement, though his focus is more on getting them down the hallway and towards the courtyard and not quite on the conversation at hand.

Luckily, the walk from Copia's office to the courtyard isn't that far, though it takes more time now than before, not that she minds, and soon she's pulling away from Copia to hold the door open for him, her hand resting on his lower back for support as he passes her and steps out into the open air.

He stops just shy of the steps leading down into the yard, right in the center of a sun patch and closes his eyes, tilting his head back to just bask in it for a moment.

Sunshine closes the door behind her and stands back, waiting, letting him take his time. The lines of his face look relaxed like this, when he's outside in the sun, when it's easier to see that he's alive again. That he can enjoy the mundane things like standing in the sun and listening to the chirping birds in the distance.

The toll of his death and then his reanimation had taken a lot out of everyone involved, but by far, it'd taken the most out of Copia, who had to live now, day by day, with missing memories and skills and though he's gaining the skills back and building new memories, none of it had been easy.

"Sunshine?"

She pulls herself from her thoughts again to Copia, who's standing by the steps, head tilted to the side with a confused look on his face, "Yes Copia?"

He blinks at her for a moment, no doubt trying to find the right words, "Are you alright? You're..." he trails off, waving in her direction, and then quickly cuts his eyes over to the space beside him. There's frustration on his face that she can read, but not aimed at her, aimed at himself no doubt, for not being able to actually ask what he wants.

She smiles and strides forward, looping arm around him when she gets close, "I was just admiring the view," she says a little coy, purring when he wraps an arm around her shoulders.

A huff comes from Copia then and he shakes his head, "That was terrible," he says, but there's a flush on his cheeks and Sunshine feels warm happiness through the bond, adoration, love.

If she didn't have her mask on, she'd lean in and kiss him, on the cheek for now, right over the red of his blush; but she can't, so she just pushes back an answering echo of love and happiness, all of her fondness for him bubbling up beneath her skin like lava.

"We should get to the others," Copia says, quiet and content, "I...think I may be hungry..." he says the words carefully, as if they're foreign on his tongue.

Sunshine perks up a bit, "Yeah?" she asks, "Does your stomach feel weird?" She's not sure what exactly goes into humans being hungry, but she's heard other siblings complain about weird feelings in their stomachs so she starts there.

"I'm...not sure. I think?" Copia's got this almost distressed look on his face, his other hand coming up to rest on his stomach, "Feels. Empty?"

"Alright, alright," Sunshine says excitedly, and she squeezes Copia's waist in a show of comfort, "Let's go then, let's get you some food."

2. Rain

He still remembers the sharp, stinging pain, the way he'd fallen to his knees in the middle of a random ministry hallway, gripping uselessly at his chest as if that would ease the pain up any.

It didn't.

There was emptiness shortly after, loud and cold, a buzzing in his ears getting louder and louder until it was the only thing he could hear.

A sob, clawing its way out of his throat.

He's dead. A voice whispered, Gone. Alone.

It had taken him a few days to come out of the comatose state that the others had found him in. He was cold, all over, shivering and shaking as if sick with something.

He couldn't talk, couldn't make himself form words, his one tie to humanity gone, and with it, his ability to parse emotions in a less demonic way.

He wanted to kill. To murder. To hurt the person who'd taken Copia away from him.

And he would have too, he would have gladly given up his place on this earth, banished back to the pits if it meant the person who had caused this faced punishment for their crimes.

After all, without Copia around, what were they to do now? Who else would they give their lives to? Aether, Dew and Mountain had already experienced this once, now again.

Rain never wanted to follow another human. Would never do that again.

And, in the dark of night, the eight of them curled together on the bed in Copia's chambers, taking solace in the last place they'd all been together, happy, did he have an idea.

"What if we bring him back?" his voice was rough with disuse, he didn't talk much in the days after, his words thick and heavy and unfamiliar on his tongue.

"Bring him back?" Cumulus.

"What do you mean?" Dew.

Rain moves, dislodges Mountain and Swiss from him and sits up, "We could bring him back. We need to bring him back. He didn't deserve this. He needs to live."

Silence stretches thickly around them then, "Rain...bringing someone back is..."

"You don't understand!" Rain lashes out, his words an angry growl, pained, "He died alone and in pain. He died without us." He blinks back angry tears, "This wasn't supposed to happen."

A sharp inhale, but no one says anything.

"If you're not going to help me, I'll do it myself." Rain says, and then he's pushing his way out of the bed, out of the pile even as the bond he has with the others sings out in sorrow, "I refuse to live a life up here if it means I'm without him," he says hotly, "I refuse to not at least try to bring him back." He inhales, and steadies the monsoon of emotion within him, "I can't live with myself knowing that I just let this happen and didn't do anything."

He'd left the room then, needing to get away, to distance himself, he knew he was being irrational and that fighting with his pack wouldn't solve anything but he couldn't just sit around and do nothing.

Dew finds him a little bit later, he'd retreated to the library, used his access as the standing Papa's ghoul to go into the archives, where all the good books were kept, the ones used for rituals during black mass.

"The others sent me to check on you," Dew says, coming to stand beside Rain, scanning the shelves in front of him.

Rain doesn't say anything to him or acknowledge him.

Dew exhales loudly and fits himself in between the shelf and Rain, grabbing his shoulders when Rain makes a move to step away from him, "Listen to me," he says, firm. "We are all mourning him right now, we're all nervous about what could happen to us now that he's gone." He squeezes Rain's shoulders tightly, "But throwing yourself into a half cocked plan to bring back the dead isn't the answer to this."

Rain narrows his eyes at Dew, "I'm not going to change my mind about wanting to bring him back, Dew."

Dew just rolls his eyes, "And I'm not here to change your mind, numbskull." he says, "I'm here to say that you need to be smart about this. That you need to mourn first, because bringing someone back from the dead is hard. He could be different. He could be too far gone. You need to prepare yourself for all the possibilities."

Rain stares at him for several long moments, blinking rapidly before he crumples forward into Dew, pushing him back into the shelf behind him. "I feel so lost." he whispers, pressing his face into Dew's neck, wetting the skin there with his tears. "Empty."

"I know, I know," Dew whispers, wrapping both arms around him tightly, "We all do, but it's worse for you. It always is, when you've bonded so strongly with him." He tips his head to the side to rest against Rain's, "But Rain, I promise, none of us are giving up on him, okay?"

A nod, slow and careful and Rain's fingers dig into Dew's back, "He was so alone when he died," he whispers. "He didn't want to go. It wasn't right."

Dew just holds him close, lets him cry until the tears are dried and his eyes ache.

Two weeks later, Rain kneels beside Copia's lifeless body in the circle drawn on the floor, he's dressed in his Papal robes, freshly pulled from the mausoleum, face paint pristine and perfect.

The others surround them and Rain feels their pack bond sing as they pour magic into the ritual, his hand gripping Copia's own gloved one oh so tightly.

And at first, when the wind dies down, when the crackling of Aether's magic finally fizzles out, there's nothing but stillness. Quiet and stillness.

And then, a sharp inhale.

Copia's hand squeezes Rain's.

3. Cumulus

Quiet had always been her friend, even before, when she'd find herself in Copia's office while he worked, she'd sit quietly while he muttered and bitched to himself about numbers, about measurements and whatever the Clergy had done that day to piss him off.

It was, in a way, relaxing for her. She didn't need to contribute to the conversation, the low cadence of Copia's voice as he talked mostly to himself, and to the room about any and everything set her sometimes frazzled nerves to ease.

These days, in the after, they call it, when she lets herself into Copia's office to sit with him while he works, he's quiet and focused.

Sometimes she catches him mouthing things, but no words ever come out.

He'll speak when spoken to, of course, but he doesn't mutter things under his breath, he doesn't complain about the Clergy.

(Not that there's a reason to complain about them. They'd made sure that the Clergy understood what would happen if they messed with one of their own again. Even Sister was more cordial towards Copia. Somewhat doting now. If they weren't around to fill the silence, Sister was. It seemed, Copia's death had shaken her up as well.)

"Cumulus, dear?" Copia's voice breaks her out of her thoughts, drawing her forward to the present and not into the dark places of the past. "Can you come here for a moment?"

Cumulus makes a soft noise and stands from the couch, crossing the short distance between there and the desk, she can feel the cautious push of him over their bond, questioning.

When she's close enough, he reaches out and takes her hand, his skin is cooler now, post resurrection, and it had taken her many days to fight back the urge to flinch at his touch, once warm but now marred by the cold kiss of death.

He smiles up at her, its a slow, hesitant thing, like the muscles in his face haven't quite figured out how to move properly. "I know that...things are different now..." he murmurs, taking his time to get all the words out properly. "I'm not the same anymore." He rubs his thumb over the back of her hand, slow and gentle circles into her skin.

"Oh, Copia," Cumulus whispers, lifting her other hand and resting it on his cheek, "You're still my Copia, still ours," she says fiercely, "Nothing changes that. It's because we love you so much that we were able to bring you back to us."

There's a brittle sort of look on his face, his eyes glassy, "Sunshine doesn't take her helmet off when she comes to see me," he whispers, "Aether's guilt is so overwhelming I can feel it through the bond," he swallows heavily, "You come in here and I know you want me to...to..." he trails off, overwhelmed now. "I'm so sorry."

"We love you," Cumulus says, and gently dislodges her hand from Copia's so she can instead cup his face between her palms, drawing his darting gaze towards her instead, "You dying was not your fault. We don't blame you for that," she says firmly, "Sunshine and Aether, they will be okay, we've been working on it, working with them. We lost you and it hurt us all, but none of this has ever been, or will ever be your fault, darling." she leans down, rests her forehead against his.

A soft sniffle, and Cumulus feels a gentle dampness against her palms, tears sneaking their way between where their skin makes contact. "I just want to be like I used to be..."

Cumulus pulls back a bit and presses a gentle kiss to his forehead, "You are still our Copia," she repeats the words against his skin. "We love you, even now. It hasn't been easy, because we've all been through something traumatic. Even you." she adds when it looks like he's about to cut her off and protest. "But having you fall in love with us again? Making new memories with you?" she tilts her head, smiling down at him, "It's all worth it."

Copia nods, a small and careful movement of his head, and he doesn't protest when Cumulus hauls him up out of the chair, letting her pull him over to the couch with her and rearranging them until she's tucked up between him and the back of the couch, resting her head on his chest to listen to the sound of his heart.

"Thank you, Cu," he whispers a few minutes later, his hand resting on her side, just on the side of too cold, but still comforting.

4. Aether + Dew

Sometimes, Copia gets a strange look on his face when he's tucked up between Aether and Dew, just as they've always done. Like he's trying to remember something, like there's something he wants to say.

He never does though, just shifts until he's comfortable, pushing away the strange feeling of deja vu so he can instead, focus on the quiet vibrations of Dew's voice as he talks to Aether.

A retelling of what had happened earlier, when Copia and he had left the ministry to go to one of Copia's physical therapy appointments.

In a way, it was surprising how easy it was to forge the paperwork and come up with a reasoning behind him losing his motor functions that wasn't related to him dying.

"They're saying that he's been making good progress," Dew's saying as he combs his fingers through Copia's hair, "They're hopeful that within a few more months he'll be able to walk without any sort of aid. But of course, we'll keep it around anyway."

Aether hums from behind him, where he's got his head resting on Copia's side, eyes closed as one of Copia's fingertips carefully trace the bumps and ridges on one of his horns. "I'm glad," he murmurs, "You're making such good progress, C," he presses a kiss to Copia's side, feeling Copia's finger twitch at that.

"Cirrus and I have a running theory that right now his body is trying to repair both his motor function and his memory, so if we help it out a bit, then there's a higher chance that things will go smoother than if we were to just...leave it be." Dew says, looking down at Copia, who's hyper focused on the main ridge of Aether's horn. "Isn't that right, Copia?" he asks loud enough for Copia to hear, not really expecting a response.

Copia huffs quietly, "And here I thought you were just taking me to that damned man to enjoy his torture on me," he mumbles into Dew's shirt.

Both Aether and Dew freeze for a moment, looking at each other with wide eyes.

"What?" Copia asks, his finger stopping its movement as he lifts his head enough to look at Dew, "Did I say something wrong?"

"Oh no, no, no no," Dew says quickly, snapping out of it and going back to running his fingers through Copia's hair, "I just didn't realize you'd heard me, that's all."

A hum, low and lazy, "My hearing seems to be getting better," he says, "At least in one side," he adds after a moment, I don't know if that's related to...everything or if my body is just." he stops speaking, but the rest of the sentence is pretty simple to fill in.

Aether shifts his head a little bit, nudging his horn into Copia's hand, "I think it's because you've put a lot of work into everything since coming back," he says softly.

"I know everything is...different now, and things are uh. Hard." Copia starts, groaning quietly as he shifts his tired body around, dislodging Aether from his spot, "And there are bad days. Really bad ones but." He reaches out to cup Aether's face in his hands, "I'm glad I'm back. I'm glad I get a second chance." He drags his thumbs along the apples of Aether's cheeks, "Thank you for all that you've done for me, in this time and while I was...dead."

Aether flushes a little, his eyes fluttering closed at Copia's touch, "It was a group effort," he whispers. "We all wanted you back. We all needed you to come back. Rain pushed for it first and he was the one who got us all on board to do it."

"Cirrus told me that you used the most magic," Copia says, but doesn't say much else after, as if he was unsure where to take the rest of the sentence.

Finally opening his eyes, he looks at Copia, "It's in my nature. Life and death are kind of my thing, yeah?" he keeps it light, and before, he'd lean forward and kiss Copia before he could continue, distract him from paying more compliments than deserved; but since everything, Copia saying anything was something to be celebrated, even if it was a misguided compliment of some kind.

Copia stares at him for a minute, silent, his eyes since returning have had this strange look to them, going from duller in color to something brighter, as if they were coming back to life. In a way, Aether hopes that means something and that one day in the near future this whole thing wouldn't come back to bite them in the ass.

"Still, thank you," Copia says, and then he leans in, slow and careful, telegraphing every single movement as he comes in closer and closer before finally pressing his lips against Aether's in a closed mouth kiss.

The sound of Dew inhaling sharply behind them is on the edges of Aether's radar, but right now all he can focus on is Copiaiskissinghimaftereverything.

He pulls back, just on the side of too quick, a flush on his cheeks, "I hope that wasn't...bad." he says, "Or too much. I didn't uh. I should have asked? Maybe?"

Clearing his throat, Aether turns his head a bit and nuzzles into Copia's palm, "It was fine, it was perfect," he whispers, a small smile on his lips.

"You just seemed so...sad," Copia says slowly, "And something in my head was screaming at me to kiss you." He licks his lips, nervous, "Are you still sad?"

Yes. Always. I'll always be sad, I'll always feel guilty about losing you even if I brought you back.

Aether shakes his head and presses a kiss to his palm, "The kiss helped," he says instead of the tumultuous thoughts swirling around his mind. "I love you," he says, gently moving Copia's hands away from his face so he can lean in and bump his forehead against Copia's gently.

"I love you too." Copia whispers back, and then his eyes go wide, "Oh, oh," he shifts around, dislodging Aether, "Dewdrop, Dew," he says, half laying on top of him now, chest to chest, "I love you as well," he punctuates that by a quick kiss to the corner of Dew's mouth, for once initiating the affection.

Dew makes a surprised little chirp, his hands coming up to steady Copia, "Hey, hey, C," he says, "I love you too, I do," he smiles at him, petting his sides gently, "No hurt feelings because you kissed Aether," he says with a little laugh. "We're just glad you feel safe enough to."

Copia makes a noise in his throat, "It just felt right," he says, "Being with you two...it feels right? I uh. I used to be affectionate, didn't I?"

Dew and Aether look at each other, and Aether chooses to answer for them, "At first, you were hesitant to really touch us, and it took months for you to initiate any ah...intimate contact. The affection came much later in the relationship, having to wait until you reach that point again? Such a small thing on the grand scale."

"And what's the big thing on this scale?"

Another shared look and Dew grins, "You," he answers. "Having you back."

5. Mountain & Cirrus & Swiss

These days, at least three of them sleep in the same room as Copia, curled up together in Copia's still too small bed; before his death, he'd been in the process of trying to get a new one, moving expenses around so he could budget a properly built bed, one to comfortably hold nine bodies.

Of course, in the rush of the assassination and the subsequent two weeks of planning to bring him back, it'd sort of fall to the side.

Even now, Copia finds himself squished between Cirrus and Swiss, warm, finally warm, with Mountain lying under the three of them, his legs hanging off the end of the bed.

He's drifting to sleep, with Swiss already snoring in his ear and the gentle rise and fall of Cirrus's chest under his head; Mountain must already be sleeping because there's a deep bass of a snore echoing through the room, calming, oh so calming.

His eyes close and he sighs, nearly asleep when he feels the cold, cold clutch of something grab at his throat, as if something is trying to pull him under, the whisper of voices, getting louder and louder and louder.

"Copia," he hears among that echo of voices, "Copia, breathe for us, it's a dream, it's just a dream," the voice continues, a warm hand settling on his cheek. "Open your eyes for us, open them."

His eyes flutter a few times in an attempt to open, he feels more than he hears a deep, deep bass of a hum and he grabs onto that, focuses on that sound, on that feeling of safeness.

"--do we need to get the others? I've never seen a nightmare like this."

It's Swiss's voice, and there's an undercurrent of panic to it that makes Copia ache.

The cold grasp around his throat tightens, tightens, tightens...

Copia's eyes fly open and he sits up suddenly, dislodging the ghouls, grasping his chest as he gasps for air.

"Copia, hey, C," Cirrus says softly, her hand reaching out to cup his cheek, "Are you back with us?"

His eyes are wide as he looks at her, his own hand coming up to grip her wrist tightly, "I, it felt so real, the cold grip, it felt like death was trying to get me."

Swiss crowds into his other side, purring lowly as he bumps his head against Copia's, "We won't let anyone come get you," he whispers. "Death or even Satan himself would have to get through all of us first."

Copia leans into Swiss, leans into Cirrus, feels the warm embrace of Mountain wrapping his arms around the three of them.

"I'm sorry for waking you," Copia finally whispers when he's able to find his voice, weak and waning, thick with sleep and something else.

Cirrus shushes him, brushing his hair from his face, rubbing her thumb gently against his temple, "None of that," she says, "None of that, C. It's fine," she whispers as Copia's eyes flutter closed. She leans forward and presses a kiss against each eyelid. "Do you want to lay back down or do you need to stay up for a little longer?"

It takes him a few moments to respond, and when he does, his voice cracks a little bit, "I think I need to get up, I need to take a walk."

There's shifting and moving until Copia's able to get up and out of bed, a nervous energy filling him as he comes to a stand beside the bed, shaking the sleep out of his limbs.

"Want some company?" Mountain asks, getting out of bed as well, offering his arm to Copia, something to lean on.

A sense of relief washes over Copia and he allows himself to be vulnerable, sliding his arm through Mountain's, "Just to the end of the hall and back, I think," he murmurs. "Just to shake off the rest of the dream."

Mountain looks over at Swiss and Cirrus who are curled up together on the bed watching them, and then back at Copia, nodding, "To the end of the hall. If you still can't sleep when we get back I can make some tea for you. Something to help you relax."

Copia hums and nods, allows Mountain to lead him out of the bedroom; their walk from one end of the hallway and back to the bedroom, though brief, has Copia's eyes drooping by the time Mountain is closing the bedroom door behind them.

Back in bed, Cirrus wakes up from a light nap, Swiss snoring away beside her, she shares a smile with Mountain and together they get Copia back into the bed with Mountain curling up behind Copia and Cirrus coaxing him to rest his head on her chest.

"Sleep, C," She whispers, pressing a kiss into his hair. "We'll protect you from your nightmares."

#the band ghost fic #nameless ghouls #ghost bc fic #aether ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #swiss ghoul #cirrus ghoul #cumulus ghoul #sunshine ghoul #mountain ghoul #rain ghoul #polyghouls and copia #my writing

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LINK, CHILD OF THE KOKIRI Ocarina of Time, Majora's Mask, Hyrule Warriors

[From my original Linkverse, That Broken Promise]

GENDER: Male (afab) PRONOUNS: He/Him or Gerudo "She" HEIGHT: 5'3" AGE: 20 [27?] HEALTH: Throat & Stomach scars, severe PTSD with violent startle response.

WEAPONS: Sword, Mirror Shield, Bow & Arrow ITEMS: Enchanted bag, Ocarina of Time, Fierce Deity Mask, Goron's Bracelet, Lens of Truth SPELLS: Din's Fire, Farore's Wind, Nayru's Love

Kokiri grew up, from ten to seventeen, in a past before his own birth and was pulled back to a future he almost no longer believed real. Zelda returned him to that original, deciding moment when they first met after his quest was done, but Hyrule had no more use for a boy of prophecy when the Triforce had always been broken. He travelled to Termina, then stayed with the Gerudo when his return to Hyrule turned sour. Shortly after, he was snagged through a portal into a strange place, rescued a young woman and found himself with little choice but to tag along with a Hylian army against a witch, a resurrected Ganondorf, and several others like him. Once the witch and Ganondorf were both defeated for good, he was returned to his time once again, this time (he hoped) for good. Unfortunately, the peace didn’t last at home either. Shortly before everything happened, he split his time between Nabooru, Zelda, and Malon as he tried to find peace again.

Kokiri is a bitter young man, with a sharp sense of humour and a tendency to pick at things he doesn't trust will last. He is also deeply protective of others and sympathetic to seeing someone struggle. If he can step in to ease their pain, he will. He is as quick to laugh as he is to anger, and often regrets his actions when the moment has passed. His relationship with Zelda is strained more by his actions than anything she's done in this time. Zelda and Malon both have no idea where he is, and do not expect to know.

Kokiri does not speak, learned literacy from Nabooru when he was twelve, and sign language while in Termina. Glossed as ASL.

Kokiri is bisexual, and extremely selective about who he lets touch him. He's open to a lot of things once his trust is earned, and to many people's surprise he is sleeping with Zelda still.

CURRENT MEDIA: Blue Gem Earrings, rated G (for now), backstory fic Unwise, Unknown, and Forbidden, rated E Overflow, rated M for violence and mature themes In Another Time, fanart (semi-spoilery) Three WIPs

Songs from the Playlist for Kokiri: Dance on the Moon, by AURORA To Be Loved (feat. AURORA), by Askjell Teeth, by Dirty Land Not Ready To Make Nice, by The Chicks

#My Linkverse #That Broken Promise #Ocarina of Time #Majora's Mask #Zelda Fanart #LOZ Fanart #Link #OoT #OoT Link #MM #LOZ: OOT #LOZ: MM #Gerudo Fashion #Post Game #Yes that is meant to be Lon Lon Ranch #and Epona #My art

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inbarfink · 7 days

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Current Status: thinking on these two High School Productions of ‘Dr. Horrible’s Sing-Along Blog’ I found on YouTube

Where Penny’s death is kind of a Heroic Sacrifice.

Like, when Captain Hammer tries to shoot Dr. Horrible with his own death, Penny tries to rush in to stop him (shouting "Please, don't-!" in the Norwood High version, and "Captain Hammer-!" in the LIVE version) and that’s what gets her caught in the blast.

I mean, first of all, I do find it kinda amusing to think that there were two totally separate groups of teenagers in 2012-2013 who looked at Penny getting Fridged and were like “Actually, that kinda sucks??? Can we do something to give her a little more agency?”

And second of all, like, there’s a lot of Discourse about how to fix the way the narrative treats Penny. There’s talks about Superhero Penny or Resurrected Sequel Penny or adding elements from the comics or adding in popular headcanons…

But if you’re just looking for the quickest of quick fixes, like, you’re not aspiring to make a total rewrite of the musical, you’re not that confident in your ability to write new scenes in the voice of the script, you really wanna preserve ‘Everything You Ever’ as accurately as possible cause that’s the emotional climax of the story, you really want like - minimal change but maximum impact - that really does kinda work?

Like, it’s not a perfect patch-job. It doesn’t fully address every problem with the narrative treatment of Penny. And... well...With the Norwood version, it’s not like it makes Penny’s last words still being “Captain Hammer will save us” TOTALLY not make any sense - but it is incompatible with some of the common interpretations of it. So if every single possible interpretation of this line is super-important to you, you’re probably not gonna like this change.

(But it still works with MY interpretation so I'm 100% cool with it hahaha!)

But this does give Penny some level of agency in her death. Connects it to her primary characterization of being good and kind and the only real hero in this world - she died because she still held on to some faith that Captain Hammer genuinely cares enough about her to listen to her, or maybe because she still believed that Billy was someone worth saving. Trying to Be a Hero in Her Own Way, only for all of her faith in humanity to backfire on her horribly. It also makes Captain Hammer a little more detestable by ignoring Penny, if not actively putting her in harm’s way.

And it makes sense why Dr. Horrible would be so emotionally devastated and probably blame himself for what happened. And, she tried to do something kind and good for him which did nothing (he was too low to the ground to get hit by the explosion anyways) but get her killed; there’s a throughline from here to why that action will inspire Dr. Horrible to abandon kindness and goodness completely himself, that’s not just treating Penny as a representation of Dr. Horrible’s goodness.

You can even argue that this is kinda already happened in the original DHSAB. Cause the reason why Penny was hit by that explosion seems to be because she was the only one who didn’t duck from the debris.

And we do see her standing up, when she sees Dr. Horrible, or rather her buddy Billy, hesitates shooting Captain Hammer in the face.

So one could argue that the intention is that she was still standing, considering whether or not she should or could intervene when Captain Hammer pulled that trigger. But the way it works in this High School Production Version is a lot more explicit.

This is probably far from my favorite way to try and fix the Problem with Penny, but in terms of how well you can incorporate it into an otherwise faithful adaptation… I think it’s pretty amazing how just giving Penny two extra words to shout can change so much. Really, one of the main things I like about live theater as a medium is how it puts focus on the little differences.

How little details changing between different productions of the same script - and even different performances of the same productions - can really change how one looks at the characters or even the whole story. Especially in such a dialogue-heavy story like DHSAB, even when delivering the exact same lines, actors putting different emphasis on different words can really change the meaning of what they’re saying.... I dunno, I just think it's Neat.

#dr. horrible's sing along blog #dr horrible #doctor horrible #dr. horrible #musicals #penny

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gvftea · 22 days

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After seeing this latest Jen Ivy situation I had to take a few days to collect my thoughts. The behavior of fans is insane and keeps escalating without anyone raising their voice against it. I haven’t been a fan for long, but in the time I have been here the deranged behavior has appalled me and there are a lot of things that need to be addressed and called out.

Mackenzi being labeled a groomer, a serious allegation casually thrown around as though it is fact, even though nobody knows what the fuck was going on in their relationship but Danny and Mackenzi. You know neither of these people and what happened between them, and yet you are confidently, loudly and relentlessly making these disgusting allegations against her. Allegations that can have very real world consequences for this woman whose only crime was dating a man you want to fuck. Let’s try a quick lesson in empathy, shall we? How would you feel if someone could look you up online and find strangers accusing you of grooming a fucking child? Do you think it might impact your life? Yet you gleefully do shit like this to the people in their lives and then have the audacity to run crying to Twitter when it’s pointed out how fucking obnoxious and toxic you are.

Now let’s turn to Hannah. I don’t understand how Sam can be so kind and open towards fans, when they are so beyond disgusting to her. Yeah, she said some shitty things when she was younger. And yet, you grown women go back in her history over a decade to resurrect old tweets from a teenager and use them to abuse not only Hannah, but also Sam for choosing to be with her. It sucked seeing him posting about something that he cared about and worked so hard on and having a considerable number of people using it to take shots at Hannah and tearing down a project he was very proud of. But y’all really think that this is completely normal and justified behavior. You sick fucks even brag about your constant and unending harassment like it’s some badge of fucking honor.

And let’s not forget what you did to Danny. Again, based off of social media posts from when he was a young teenager. You act like he was a child being taken advantage of when he was in a consensual, years long relationship with a woman three years older than him, but was a full adult when he posted things on his social media at 14 years old that you don’t agree with. And don’t forget, being absolute cunts to him online and feeling justified in it because he’s “not a blood brother.” Like the band would’ve made it to where they are without his contributions. The whole concept of a Danny anti is completely off the rails. If you feel that strongly about the man then stop supporting the band. Put your energy into improving your own sad life instead of spitefully trying to tear someone down.

These are four men that are working to be taken seriously for their considerable talent, but are constantly being embarrassed by the actions of their chronically online, socially stunted fans. Grown men being infantilized by stupid “uwu, He’s my baby girl, Pookie, I must protect him, no one can harm him!” idiot fan girls. It is fucking frustrating to work so hard to earn the respect of fellow musicians and peers and end up with a teenybopper label and having credibility chipped away because of the actions of overly invested socially maladapted idiots.

Then to really have the cognitive dissonance to wonder why some members of the band don’t want to fuck with you. To see this maladjusted, online mob stalking and attacking their friends, family, and collaborators and then wonder why they seem so standoffish and won’t reward your actions with more content, or more engagement, or whatever the fuck it is you’re demanding of them. I’ve seen it pointed out that Jake doesn’t like interacting with fans and can you blame him? He’s a talented man who wants to be taken seriously for the skills he’s spent his life working on, and yet has lonely delusional idiots objectifying him and treating him like a fantasy boyfriend insert. He was much more open to fans back when they were older, respectful, fucking sane, and treated him like a person.

I’ve watched this idiot mob rage against so many people in the guys lives. Friends, partners, collaborators, rumored love interests… People who know them for real, all their faults and character flaws and not as some fantasy person that doesn’t exist anywhere else but in your delusional mind. They are real men, not fan-fiction characters. The people that surround them are not paper villains that they need protection from and you are not their fucking saviors. Tearing down other people in their defense accomplishes nothing. I don’t know what it is that you are getting out of hurting the people around them but there are obviously serious issues you need to address with yourself.

TLDR: your relentless obsession with attacking and harassing people that are associated with the band is sick and unhinged. Seek help.

#greta van fleet #gvf #josh gvf #sam gvf #jake gvf #josh kiszka #danny wagner #danny gvf #jake kiszka #sam kiskza

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theclosetedskeleton · 8 months

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tell me about the self-ish characters pleas😞i do not care how long the post is /nf

GRAJ ALRIGHTY

gotta mentally think about what im gonna say uhhh

SELF- + -ISH

Okay so I imagine them to have been these twins who got,, fused together? something like that. Occasionally one or the other will take control or whatever of the fused body, and that's usually able to be told by the colors that they wear and slight difference in appearance. Both of them wish to be "themselves again", however there isn't really a way for them to be that again. They are the only character that I DONT have a design OR a name/names for, so I'm just gonna refer to each side as their song counterparts. Self- is calm, quiet and more so the emotional one of the two. -Ish is arrogant, worrisome and quick to jump to conclusions. I haven't thought abt separate identities for the two, although (both of) their pronouns are they/them.

2012

okay i actually have a name for this oc so i gotta dig up my sketchbook rq

OKAY BACK

(STOP WHY DO THE PROPORTIONS LOOK LIKE TAHT )

2012's real name is Morana. She's a Theorist, mainly trying to solve some of the wackiest mysteries that the universe she lives in has to offer, but mainly her own. Morana is struck with some sort of unknown illness, one that progressively gets worse. She doesn't remember how she got it, but she remembers when (guys this is gonna be a really hard one to answer,,, hmmmmmmm

she got the illness around 2012).

Her eyes appear abnormally, looking like black doll eyes. Many colorful cracks form on her skin eventually breaking to reveal her inner body. Its the worst on her face, with her having to cover it with a machine that allows her to see that kind of looks like a VR headset. The cracks and abnormalities will eventually lead to her death, and that's what Morana's trying to theorize about. She thinks that if nobody will know how she'll die, she'll figure it out herself before the time comes.

Bit of personality here -- Morana is a Talkative person, yet tends to be an anxious + nervous person. However, along with the Anxiety, she's driven by that (one of those people that are motivated BY anxiety). She's nonbinary, Bi, demisexual, and her pronouns are She/Her.

Cotards solution

Think abt that one friend in the friend group that's off the rails/pos

Loud, dramatic and forgetful a lot of the times, Cotards solution is yet a character shrouded with mystery. Resurrected by unknown forces, a man unknown by, well, everyone enters the scene. Cotards doesn't have a name (not bc I didn't think of one shhhh), mainly because nobody can put a name to the rotting face. He knows and believes he's dead, yet many people don't believe he is. He feels as if the body he has will be at peace if he's dead, because he already is, but everyone will believe he died just for the cause of it.

His body is translucent, and what shows underneath his skin are just his bones. Thats mainly because hes mainly a skeleton with magical counterparts giving him another life (he still has many human features though). Cotards dissociates a lot and tends to stop talking mid-sentence.

Cotards has a third eye. It tends to disappear and reappear, not necessarily with or without a reason. He constantly wears these red three-framed glasses for his eyes. Im not quite sure what else to add uhh. Cotards is gay and uses he/him pronouns.

Mr. Capgras

Mysterious, quiet, and a nervous wreck. Mr. Capgras, first name Victor, is probably the oldest of all of the SELF-iSH characters. Formerly an engineer, Victor struggles with visions and illusions of the sense. Consistently seeing ghosts and hearing voices, not to mention the everlasting fear of everyone being not who they say they are and that they're out to get him !? jesus christ,. someone go get him therapy NOW speaking emoji fire emoji!!!!

He's very paranoid, and will avoid almost any social interaction because of this. He also has really bad trust issues, not mainly bc of his fears, but also because once he gained this strange illness and paranoia, everyone in his life left him. He also gets visions of the same people (the same people in question turn out to be the other SELF-iSH ocs).

He has these blemishes and scars on his skin that don't heal, With beady black eyes like Morana's/2012's. They don't share the same canon illness, however (none of them do, minus one character that ill get to). He is constantly wearing those like. floral designed suits. or just suits in general. idk what's up with that. He's Agender, Panromantic, Grey asexual and uses He/Him pronouns.

The song with 5 names

Your average guy. except uhh we cant have that here, its fused with 4 people (or, more specifically, their minds) . Their original name is Vincent, but is barely called by that name anymore. The four people in question are Morana, Cotards, Victor and the character of "Hand me my shovel, I'm going in!" .

Constantly on edge, hyper and shakes way too much. It changes personalities FAST, Mainly because of the 4 different (mind) fusions. Vincent tends to talk to himself a lot, mainly because it tries to send messages to the 4 of them.

I JUST ACCIDENTALLY DELETED A PARAGRAPH OH MY GOD

Their body is covered in cracks, holes, patterns and abnormalities of the like. Along with this, the abnormalities are never fluid, and are constantly changing. Little physical fact - Vincent had heterochromia, and now thats developed into a cracked beady eye and A completely blank white eye. Vincent uses He/it/they pronouns, and is aroace + genderfluid.

Hand me my shovel, I'm going In!

Burned out + tired character of the ocs. Dawn is a conspiracist/ theorist who tried to find someone that hasn't ever existed. She looks for the answers to a solution of a problem that hasn't even been thought of, yet wont be denied that the person doesn't exist. The person was the love of dawns life, and needs to find an answer as to where they went.

Dawn occasionally sees ghosts from time to time and also experiences hallucinations. One could speculate that the "love of her life" WAS a ghost, but the evidence isn't enough to prove it yet (oh my god making references to the original songs its so fun ANYWAYS).

I imagine Dawn and Morana to be like theorist buddies. what if plot twist the love of her life in question WAS Morana BEFORE the illness?? Except she didnt know Morana changed??? hmmmmm muhahah

Dawn constantly wears suits. Like. you could be going to the motherfucking grocery store and BOOM suit and tie. not the point. Dawn has multiple scars on her face and hands, due to physical injuries. She has dark heavy eyebags, and is pale as a ghost due to malnourishment. Her pronouns are She/her and is a demigirl + lesbian.

Dr. Sunshine (is dead)

by far my most worked on character probably. Dr. Sunshine, Also known as William sunshine (Yes this IS a reference to WW's old work), has been at and through many places at a time. Working with all sorts of magic, the "good" or the "bad" kind, or the things that feel like magic (uhhh drugs), He'll get his hands on. From working as a "doctor" to A ringmaster (I'd go into depth into that but that's a verbal equinox territory), hes done almost all of it. He's done WAY too many bad deeds to be considered "wanted", yet nobody seems to know him.

Charming yet mysterious, It feels like he seems to know everyone. Maybe its because he actually does !!!

Plot twist grahh!!! hes been behind all of the "illness's" and "diseases", and fusions of the like. Yes, even Cotards resurrection. In fact what if i told you that Dr. Sunshine resurrected Cotards to be with him once more !!!! Diversity win! the ocs are gay!

WEHJAKSKS

GETTING OFF TOPIC!!!!! Yes, Dr. sunshine resurrected Cotards to not have to deal with the pain of forever losing him, and when that didnt (seem to) work, he tried fusing him (parts of his mind to be specific) with someone else, however accidentally fusing 3 other people in the process.

Physical features!!! Dr. Sunshine has that Iconic coat i always draw him in, but since there may be other people who read to the end of this, Dr. sunshine has a white doctors/lab coat with many stripes and patterns on it, with (human) eyes on one sleeve. Dr. Sunshine also has a Third eye, and markings/abnormalities covering his body. Dr. Sunshine may or may not be already dead, Its hard to tell as to how many times hes died. Lastly Dr. Sunshine's pronouns are He/him, and hes Bisexual.

CONCLUSION

OH MY GOD. this post is gonna be so fucking long. I hope whoever read this enjoyed reading it because this shit took me 2 hours GRAH

ALSO if this has any errors im sorry bc i wrote this at 4 am for anyone who stumbles across this post later

#closet rambles again on tumblr #will wood #will wood and the tapeworms #wwatt #wwattw #self ish #I should make a tag for my ocs #Closet oc tag!!!

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baradorable · 1 year

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Name: Rift (Raymond Cruz) Age: Thirties Gender: Male Species: Human (Mutant) Occupation: Freelancer/Mercenary Allegiance: Krakoa (Former), Orchis (Former)

Art done by GeckoBara

This is my X-Men OC. Rift, AKA Raymond Cruz, is a mutant with the power to create portals. His abilities have made him a top asset for many groups.

Personality

Rift is the "love 'em and leave 'em" type. Since he can always just use portals to leave any situation he wants, he's quick to ditch relationships and situations when things hit a rough patch. He does that with most situations, really. He's a mercenary, though he won't do anything he deems too evil, like kidnapping or murder. He's still willing to commit other crimes if they pay well. And given how useful his powers are, he makes sure to charge a lot for his services.

He's smart, charismatic, and able to analyze situations well. He's strategic. Which makes him dangerous. He has a competitive side, which can sometimes slip out on the field. If you're able to get him in the right mindset, you can get him to forget his carefully-crafted plans and possibly mess up.

Because he invested a lot of time in developing his powers, he's come up with a lot of strategies to fully exploit them. He knows his limits and potential well. He takes pride in his abilities and the need people have for them. So he gets jealous interacting with someone more powerful than him. His worst trait is that he'll try to one-up these people. In extreme cases, he might even try to sabotage them to bring them down. He's backstabbed some of his fellow mercs to ensure he comes out on top.

Part of this is a desire to be liked. He grew up in a very anti-mutant world, so he's used to being disliked for who he is. He secretly craves validation. Since he abandons people quickly, he struggles to form strong bonds. On the rare occasions he finds a serious relationship with someone, his jealousy and competitive often lead him to sabotaging anyone he sees as a threat to the relationship.

When he’s off-duty and walking around in his normal life, he takes on the persona of a shallow himbo. He speaks in a flighty tone, seemingly misses big social cues, and freely speaks his mind in a way that can inadvertently hurt someone's feelings. He's cultivated the image of a in idiot for his own gain. It's a persona that allows him to have fun and avoid showing his true self; someone who strives to be perfect and beloved. After all, it hurts when people reject the real you. But if they reject the mask you put on - the act that doesn't represent the real you - then there's no harm done.

TL;DR: He's smart and hot. He's flaky and possessive. But he's hot, so it's okay. He's a good guy. He's just not a nice guy.

Backstory

Rift is American. His mother immigrated from Ireland in the mid or late '80's. His dad was born in America, but I haven't decided where his family is from. I'm thinking Portuguese, just for some self-indulgence. But also because Marvel doesn't have any Portuguese heroes at the moment.

His powers activated when he was 14, and he would spend the next several years working on developing his powers. He'd frequently ditch school or home, due to anti-mutant sentiment held by the people around him. He ended up developing some prejudices towards humans.

He ended up making a business out of transporting people around. Think Uber, but faster and with more range. Once word of his powers got around, various organizations began to seek him out. Rift would eventually parlay into full freelance mercenary and spy work.

Here's my idea of how he fits into the Marvel universe. You can ignore this if you don’t follow X-Men continuity.

He was one of the mutants depowered by M-Day, but came to Krakoa and got resurrected to get this powers back. His natural prejudice towards humans made him predisposed to liking the nation, and he was willing to lend his services to X-Force in order to help mutants.

However, the Five were very hesitant to remove his secondary, eye-based mutation; one he always kept hidden out of resentment and disgust. Many other mutants insisted the should keep his extra eyes and take pride in being different. Empty platitudes that he found patronizing. So he left and continued his work as a freelancer.

He ended up coming across Orchis, who would hire him on to spy on Krakoans and allow them to move around the world without notice. Orchis is an organization made up of people from several groups (S.H.I.E.L.D., A.I.M., HYDRA, etc.) to deal with the threat of humans becoming extinct and supplanted by mutants.

While he knew they were anti-mutant, He was unaware just how anti-mutant they actually are. They paid well, so he could stand to put up with them if he got something out of it. And it put him in conflict with other mutants, so he'd always have the opportunity to test his powers.

Of course, come Fall of X, they inevitably betrayed him and every other mutant. He was on a mission to Arakko during the third Hellfire Gala, thus avoiding most of the chaos. Once he heard about how Orchis attacked Krakoa, he fled to deep space and stayed there for a few months.

After Fall of X, he returned to Earth. He hated humans even more after they supported Orchis’ anti-mutant tactics. But he also hated the X-Men, since they and the leaders of Krakoa let the only sanctuary for mutants fall.

Job

He's a "freelancer" (read: mercenary) who works with various groups. His official codename is Rift, but for various business-related reasons, he's also known by several aliases: Bluebird, Luscinia, Luzon, Cardinal, Ripple, and Thrush.

He'll use a different name to obscure his identity, or know what kind of group is hiring him. For example, one criminal organization calls him Cardinal. Anyone who calls him by that name is likely associated with that organization. The NYPD know him as Luscinia.

He has different ways for people to contact him, and the type of name they use for him tells him what kind of work they have in mind, or who's hiring him. The goal is to keep everything separate, & being able to filter what kind of job he chooses to accept. (It's actually a lot more complex than having different phone numbers, but I'm giving you the simplified take.)

He doesn't kill, and he avoids directly harming innocent people. Spying, stealing information and theft are okay though.

Portal Power

Rift’s main power is to create portals, which he uses to spy on others, transport people, smuggle things, or create diversions. He rarely fights people directly; instead, he uses his powers to mess with the field. When creating a portal, one will open up close to him, and will connect to a portal that will appear at his desired location. His range is about 15,000 km. He can't access other dimensions through his power, but he can teleport around a dimension he's currently in.

His powers require him to see a location in front of him, or to have been there before. Otherwise, his powers "guess" the location, and open a portal to a completely random location on the planet, usually within two thousand miles of his current location. His power is also location-based, not person-based; he can't specifically try to find a person unless he knows their exact location. So no thinking of Spider-Man and trying to catch him at home.

These portals, once opened, can exist independently of Rift. He usually wills them to close instantly after he uses them, and can choose for how long they remain open Otherwise, they close after about two minutes, regardless if they're used. The portals can be any size, as long as they fall under 24 feet in diameter; they can't grow beyond that to accommodate travel for larger opens or things. There are no limits as to how many people can go through.

The number of portals active depend on their size. So he can create a lot of small, hand-sized portals at once, but only two 12 foot portals. Distance has no affect on his ability to make portals, though firing off too many portals in rapid succession will tire him out.

A cool side-effect of his portals is they won't bring anyone to a place that's impossible to visit. You can't be brought to the inside of a solid object, or in an area too small for one to logically fit. The powers can drop you into the ocean, but they won't place you inside a whale or trap you halfway through a statue. Because of this limitation, Rift can't open up a portal inside your guts, or force you through a portal into a chest at the bottom of the sea.

Other Notable Techniques

Moo-neuver: He opens a portal and lets stampeding cattle run over his opponents.

Torrent: Opens a portal to somewhere in the ocean, shooting forth a torrent of water at a target.

Smokescreen: By opening a portal above a factory chimney, he blasts his opponent with smoke.

Perfect Aim: If he has a firearm, he can open up one portal at the top of his gun, and and another in front of the target. By sending the projectile through the portal, he’s almost guaranteed to hit his target and avoid anything getting in the crossfire.

Black Hole: A theory, one he hasn’t tested out. What happens if you open a portal inside another portal? Or if two portals open into each other? Can two locations exist in the same place, at the same time? This results in neutron degeneracy pressure, where the rifts collapse in on each other to create a black hole.

Scatter Slap: A secret technique he hasn’t discovered yet. He can touch something and open up countless tiny portals on a molecular level, getting in-between a person’s molecules/atoms/whatever the hell. This would let him instantly scatter someone or something across the world with his powers. Instant vaporization.

Secondary Mutation

He has another mutation: red eyes that grow on his arms. They're basically like tattoos, but become actual eyes when exposed to enough direct sunlight. The more sunlight his body gets, the more eyes appear. His skin will also turn red, and the eyes on his face will turn red, and gain black sclera. They can blink and look around independently, but he currently has no control over them, nor can he see through them. Without sunlight, he begins to revert to his usual state.

He's ashamed of this mutation, so he always covers up.

He doesn't know it, but should he let his second mutation run its course, he'll be able to see from all of these eyes at once. If someone makes eye contact with them, the eyes can temporarily "steal" their sight, giving Rift the ability to see through that person's eyes. Meanwhile, that person now sees from one of the eyes on Rift's body. It's a very disorienting power.

His primary power is about escaping and providing his own personal freedom. His secondary power is about trapping others and taking things away from them. I feel like it's a good metaphor for his personality: he's flexible and living his best life, but has a sinister, controlling side that even he isn't fully aware of.

Trivia

Time for some fun

He’s bisexual. He leans more towards women, romantically. He leans towards men, sexually.

Claims to be a top, since one-upping and dominating others is his thing. But he’s actually verse top.

Has used his powers during sex.

He’s definitely a dom in bed. Very kinky, very in control. But sometimes, with the right partner, he’s can turn into the biggest sub you can imagine.

He used to have casual sex with a human friend who admired his eye-based mutation. That something Rift hated about himself was beautiful to him. This friend took Mothervine to try and force a mutation in himself, but would end up dying from the result. As he was dying, Rift broke him out of the hospital so they could spend their final moments at their favorite beach.

Expert frotter.

He’s a quarter fairy. He has the potential to learn magic, but doesn’t know it. I like to imagine this magic would let him access Otherworld, or other dimensions.

#barannoying

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mlobsters · 8 months

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supernatural s9e2 devil may care (w. andrew dabb)

isn't it nice to get resurrected or whatever the fuck that was with abaddon naked but with your full face of makeup on

CROWLEY Torture. Brilliant. Can't wait to see Sam in stilettos and a leather bustier, really putting the S-A-M into S&M. Honestly, boys. What are you gonna do to me that I don't do to myself just for kicks every Friday night?

okay.

there's this little drum hit the composer uses sometimes that i swear is used exactly the same way in hannibal and it's been driving me slightly batty for a number of episodes. because can i dredge up a hannibal scene that uses what i'm thinking of...? well. this isn't it exactly but it's in a similar (or same) percussion instrument and reverb/effects on it

supernatural s9e2 / hannibal s2e8 - dramatic drums of doom

lol the transition of sound to the hannibal clip was so smooth i missed the drums i was trying to listen for in the spn one. sigh. this ... is why this watching one episode thing turns into a 2-3 hour ordeal.

SERGEANT (cont'd) So unless you can give me one good reason you got a couple of pretty-boy agents poking around my crime scene, I'm gonna put them in cuffs and spank your ass raw, understand?

all right. they are very pretty, can't argue with that

CROWLEY Oh, I know plenty. For example, I know she'd love you. Skinny, submissive... you're just her type.

crowley's in a mood. needs that weekly torture wank seems like

TRACY I watched a demon slaughter my parents. And the whole time it talked about how it was celebrating. Some dumb kid let Lucifer out of his cage.

that was unnecessary

kevin's a smart cookie, he better not be falling for any of crowley's bullshit

LOL practically a nip slip with how bundled up they usually are

ABADDON So appreciate you boys coming when I call. I think that's what I like most about you Winchesters. You're so obedient. And suicidally stupid. I like that, too.

DEAN Are we gonna fight or make out? 'Cause I'm getting some real mixed signals here. ABADDON I want Crowley. Or what's left of him. DEAN Yeah? What's in it for me? ABADDON I let you die. You give me Crowley's head, and I will snap your neck, quick and clean. You won't feel a thing, trust me. DEAN And if I tell you to get bent? ABADDON Oh. Well... you know, I've loved this body since the moment I first saw it. You're the perfect vessel, Dean. You give a girl all sorts of nasty ideas. So go ahead and play hard to get, and I'll peel off this "no demons allowed" tattoo and blow smoke up your ass. DEAN Ooh. Well, I gotta tell you, between you and me, it is a horror show up there. ABADDON It can get worse. Trust me. 'Cause once I'm on top, I'll make you watch. And I'll use your body. Have you ever felt an infant's blood drip down your chin? Or listened to a girl scream as you rip her guts out? Because you will. It's you and me, lover. We'll have a grand old time.

i don't really see all the threatened sexualized violence against dean in the same way as some people (which i mean, for me is good, because it's upsetting when it does read that way to me). this one is by far way more graphic and clear in intent and distressing. up there with hallucifer's constant mentioning of rape to sam.

angel possessed eyes are cool. janky wings with feathers actively falling off made me snort

ZEKE!SAM You are troubled, still. DEAN Yeah, it's just that, uh... this is on me. I was the one who talked Sam out of boarding up Hell. Okay? So every demon deal, every kill that they make... well, you're looking at the person who let it happen. ZEKE!SAM You were protecting your brother. I am in Sam's head. Everything he knows, I know. And I know that what you did, you did out of love. DEAN Yeah, uh, look, Zeke—I'm gonna call you Zeke—I'm not really with the whole, uh, love, and... love. ZEKE!SAM But it is why I said yes.

i am, however, here for someone making dean uncomfortable talking about his very obvious feelings about sam

DEAN This is nuts. I mean, you're Sam, but you're not Sam, and normally he's the one I'm talking to about all this stuff. I'm trusting you, Zeke. I just gotta hope that you're one of the good guys.

i'm sure it'll all be fine, dean

CROWLEY Please. Your little plan to have me stew in my own... delicious... juices... pathetic. You want intel. I want things, too. Maybe we can come to some kind of arrangement. Quid pro quo, gentlemen.

very hannibal of you

supernatural s9e2 / hannibal s1e13

"Savoureux" is the thirteenth episode of Season 1, and overall the thirteenth produced hour of Hannibal. It originally aired on June 20, 2013.

Episode # Season 9, Episode 2 First aired October 15, 2013

funny. the very special episode that everything reminds nic of hannibal

DEAN Well... if she is alive, then she's dead. In every way that matters, she's dead, Kevin, I'm sorry. I know you're dying to bolt, man. I get it. But out that door, it's demons, and it's angels, and they would all love to get their hands on a prophet. So even with Crowley here, this is still the safest place for you. It just is. And we need you, man. KEVIN Because I'm useful. DEAN Because you're family. After all the crap we've been through, after all the good that you've done... man, if you don't think that we would die for you... I don't know what to tell you. Because you, me, Sam and Cas, we are all we've got. But hey, if none of that matters to you, then I won't stop you.

well i do kind of love how quick dean is to adopt someone, this kind of emotional scene with kevin feels a little out of left field. like i can see the components that led to it, but kevin was out here being miserable and tortured by himself, dean gave some encouragement and drugs. but for dean just gettin all squirrely over ezekial saying he loves sam, now he's gonna have a heart to heart with kevin? i mean, in dean-land i guess talking mushy about family is acceptable, but the L word is not.

DEAN Crap. We're living in a freaking sitcom. What about you, how's the uh, the engine running? SAM Honestly, um, I feel better than I have in a long time. I mean, I realize it's crazy out there, and we have trouble coming for us, but I look around and I see friends, and family. I am happy with my life, for the first time in... forever. I-I am, I really am. It's just, things are... things are good.

LAYING IT ON A LITTLE THICK, SHOW.

choke back that guilt there dean-o

#supernatural #spnwatch #spn 9x02 #andrew dabb #hannibal #brian reitzell #he did the score for hannibal and it's slightly divisive because a lot of it is pretty discordant but i love it #i have had many thoughts and feelings about the hannibal score see the link at the bottom of my pinned post if you want to know more :P #tv score #spnclip

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