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fabricated-misslieness · 4 years

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Can you write a scenario for reaper, soldier 76, baptiste,mccree and genji with a s/o who is being sad because reader think that they dont love they anymore but it turns out that they just have too much work or thinks to do? (ik that you dont like angst much me too but can you do some angst at the beginning and it gonna turn into fluff?)

Overwatch Males x gender neutral reader

Features: Baptiste, Genji, McCree, Reaper, and Soldier: 76.

It’s the same scenario for 5 different people so it’s sorta boring. Anyway, I know I don’t do angst but it’s.. really nice to write… but not the same thing... 5 times... in a row.

Sorry this took so long

Requested: Yes

Warning: Angst

Jean-Baptiste Augustin

Lately, you had been feeling lonely. Baptiste wasn’t home often, or at least as much as before. It felt like he was prioritizing his work over you, which was reasonable since he was a medic, but it’s as if he didn’t even care about you anymore.

When he came home, if he even did, he would come late. He wouldn’t leave a note, wouldn’t even kiss you as he lay down beside you.

In the mornings, he wouldn’t leave a trace behind. The only proof of him being there was the faint warmth on his side of the bed, you wouldn’t even feel the warmth yourself.

It’s as if he was gone from your life.

One day, you were fed up. What’s the point of a relationship if you never see each other?

Your plan was to confront him, stay up late until he came home. Then again there were some days where he wouldn’t even come... back.

Back to you…

No, you can’t have sympathy. He’s the one ignoring you.

When he came in, finding you awake on the couch, he was worried immediately. Why had you stayed awake? You need rest. Granted, so did he, but his work needed him more.

“Something wrong, dear?” His face showed worry, though you mistook it for nervousness, for fear.

“You don’t love me anymore.” Straight to the point, you planned. There was no sugar coating it.

“I--” Jean wasn’t expecting this, he was speechless. He had so many things to say but he didn’t know which words to choose. You took his loss for words as him trying to find an excuse.

Your frown was evident. You hoped that he would’ve objected, but he didn’t. “N-Nothing to say?” He could hear the heartbreak in your voice, you could feel the heartbreak in your chest.

“Baptiste, at least say something.”

You weren’t even using his first name. Your eyes told him everything, you were begging for something, anything! Even goodbye..

“I…” He took a deep breath, he still didn’t know what to say. But if he didn’t say anything, you’d just be gone. “I love you.”

Tears pricked both of your eyes. “You don’t.”

“I do! I do, I promise.” He stepped forward, you scooted back on the couch. “I’ve been caught up with work, I swear.”

You laughed in disbelief, thinking about it. Medics were usually overworked, that’s for sure.. He seemed genuine. He couldn’t have been acting, he’s a terrible actor, for one.

You’re so silly. Just because he’s gone, he doesn’t love you.

You laughed pitifully at yourself. The tears streamed freely now, they were tears of embarrassment. “I’m sorry.” You gasp out.

“No, I’m sorry.” Baptiste pulled you into his arms.

“I’m so silly.” He wipes the tears from your cheeks, prompting you to do the same to him.

“You’re not.” He replies with a smile, just the sight of him alone makes you smile along. “You’re everything but that, you’re my love. You’re my everything.”

Genji Shimada

Lately your lovely green cyborg ninja dude had been… distant. That was understatement, you hadn’t even seen him in the past month.

Sure, he didn’t live with you. He was a busy mercenary..or an adventurer..?

He hid a lot of things from you, yet he claimed to love you. Lately, you couldn’t even see it in his eyes. Then again, at least he shows you his unmasked face.

What the hell had he been doing though? He wouldn’t have left you alone without a reason.

He’s spent months away from you without seeing you before, but he’d sent letters, somehow. It’d been a month and a half you had received no letters.

You shouldn’t worry this much, maybe where he is he has no access to.. messengers.

But then, a letter came. The writing was chicken scratch, unlike his usual messy yet uniform writing. It said that he would be coming to you today, or well, whatever today was in the time zone he was at. The thing you noticed, however, was that it had no “I love you”, “I miss you”, “I’m excited to see you again”, just a plain, “I’m coming today - Genji”

Maybe he was in a rush, as an explanation of the chicken scratch.

But it felt odd, it felt off...

Like the sappy cyborg he was, he’d usually add some poem that he was forced to learn as a child. This time, he had nothing. Even if he was in a rush, as you read one time when he began being chased by wolves mid-writing, he’d find the time to write ‘I love you.’

The whole day you’d spent waiting for his arrival, thinking about his letter and how much it seemed like he didn’t love you anymore.

Sometime after your lunch, he barged into your house.

He immediately took his mask off and ran toward you, encasing you in a hug and smothering your face with kisses.

You tried to see if it was genuine, sincere.

He noticed your frown. His eyebrows furrowed and his smile turned into a frown. “Are you okay, buttercup?” He always used that nickname to cheer you up as he wasn’t to use pet names often.

You could see the love in his eyes clearly.

You sighed bashfully, of course he still loved you. You were overthinking. “Yes, I’m fine.”

Genji brought his lips to yours, smiling into the kiss. He finally got to see you again, after all this time.

“I missed you.”

Jesse McCree

Jesse had been distant lately, despite living around on your old farm with you. He spent most of his time these days away from you, doing farm work. Even when all his daily work was done, he’d be outside.

He’d have a drink in one hand and a cigarette in the other as he left, but if you tried to find him, you wouldn’t be able to. You had no clue where he was and any place you thought of was empty.

When you did see him, he didn’t look happy at all.

It’s as if emotions drained out of him. That alone would bring you to worry, but he wouldn’t kiss you goodnight, he wouldn’t lay next to you in bed.

He said he needed to do something, but what would he be doing at 9 pm?

What the hell could he be doing?

The town was too far from the farm for him to leave without taking the truck, unless he decided to walk like an idiot.

Maybe he just wanted some space.

Was he not liking farm life? He’d been a bounty hunter and vigilante before he settled down with you, though he continued his former ‘hobbies’ every once in a while. Was he not happy with you?

One night, you wanted to know. You wanted answers.

Right after dinner, he moved to leave, but you stopped him with a hand on his shoulder. He looked nervous, as if he were hiding something.

You led him to sit with you on the couch. “Jesse, are you happy?”

Jesse mustered a small smile, “Of course I am, darling.” It didn’t seem convincing enough.

“Where’ve you been?”

“Is this because I haven’t been kissing you goodnight?” Jesse laughed, but it sounded quite forced. “I swear, I will tonight.”

You frowned, furrowing your eyebrows. Jesse could tell you were getting suspicious of him, but he really didn’t want to say what he’d been doing.

“It’s not about that, Jesse.” You sighed. “You don’t seem happy, you don’t seem to want to be around me. Jesse, if something’s wrong with… with us, just tell me.”

“No, no, nothing’s wrong with us.” Jesse struggled to think of what to say, only saying what had just come to his mind.

“Then tell me why you’re distant.” Your voice was raising.

He didn’t want you to be angry, he really wanted to clear this up but the surprise he had for you… it was worth exposing, he didn’t want you to think he didn’t love you or that he wanted something else.

“Darling,” He took your hands in his to reassure you. “I’ve been working on a surprise, ‘been fixing up the old tractor.”

You laughed in disbelief, you were so stupid but so was he.

“I swear, I’m almost done. You’re only going to have to suffer through this for another couple o’ days.”

You laughed whole-heartedly this time. Your laugh was contagious for the dear cowboy, causing him to join with you.

“You’ve been fixing up a tractor for a month now?” You said when you caught your breath.

Jesse feigned offense, putting a hand on his chest. “I am no technician. Besides, a tractor getting run over by a truck? That’s a hard fix.”

Gabriel Reyes

Gabriel didn’t live with you, something you quite understood. He’d told you most of his secrets, which is surprising because of how fucked up they are, but that showed he trusted you.

Though sometimes you hoped he would live with you.

You knew the dangers very well, he made sure to guarantee you understood and knew them. But all the time you spent away from him, you couldn’t help but ask yourself how he was going. Not emotionally, though you were bound to worry about that sometime, but rather physically.

His job was literally murder people, so ‘self-defense’ was imminent.

Usually that’d be what you worried about, but this time, it was more so about your relationship, your love.

The only times you’d seen him the past month or so was him coming for you to patch him up and immediately leaving, and… well, that was it. It’d just happened a few times.

Though when he did come, he wouldn’t bother taking off his mask. He could’ve been in a rush but to be in a rush three times?

Besides, before that he would visit you 3-4 times a month, minimum. He hadn’t come to visit you, not counting the medical help. You wouldn’t consider those ‘visits’ since he wouldn’t stay for long and said barely a word.

No “goodbye”, no “I love you”, no “I’ll be back soon”, no “don’t worry about me.” Just a gruff, straightforward, “Help patch me up.”. Not even a “please”.

It all made you exasperated, thinking and thinking and worrying.

You were exhausted, you wanted an explanation, but most importantly; you wanted to see him, the real him.

You didn’t want this ghost, this cloaked, masked Reaper; you wanted Gabriel Reyes.

Yet he seemed to not want you.

The realisation of the possibility of him falling out of it, out of your love.. it struck you hard; Sent you into a sharp breath, dragging a sob out of your throat and tears from your eyes.

You despised crying, the way it made you vulnerable, the way it made you look hopeless.

That’s how he found you.

In the rush to get to you, he forgot to take off his mask.

The sight was scary, the well-known murderer and Talon council member rushing over to you while you’re at your weakest. He could finish you off that easily.

You were scared for only a second, remembering that this wasn’t just the Reaper, this was Gabriel Reyes, but just barely.

He reached forward to hug you, but you backed off.

It made him confused, why were you trying to get away from him? Then he noticed what he was wearing. He cursed and apologized, quickly taking off what he could.

“What’s wrong, dear?” He only called you pet names seriously when he found it necessary, whatever case it would be necessary was always a mystery to you, until today. When he did use a pet name, it would usually be followed by a chuckle or a grimace.

“Gabriel,” You stopped with a sob. You hated this. You hated the pity in his eyes. You hated how pathetic your voice sounded. “do you love me?”

“Yes, yes, of course I do.” Gabriel replied as fast as he could, he wanted to reassure you. He didn’t want you to think he was finding excuses or lies while he thought about words to say.

“Do you really?” You didn’t let him answer, despite the hiccups and sobs breaking through your words. “Where’ve you been?”

“I’ve been working.” He pulls you into his arms and wipes the tears from your eyes. As much as you wanted to get answers first, you couldn’t resist him.

“Talon’s rivals have forming alliances to throw us off. I swear, we’ll stifle this just as quickly as it started. But in the meantime, I can’t see you as much. I should’ve told you earlier.” He cursed at himself under his breath. He’s been so caught up that he forgot to tell you.

“I’m sorry.” You wipe the tears from your eyes.

“No, no, it’s okay. You have all the reason to react this way.” He smiled at you, rubbing circles on your back to calm you down. “Do you want water?”

“Yeah.”

Jack Morrison

It was silly of you to think a masked vigilante would fall in love with you. As far as you knew, you both liked each other and started dating. That was the extent of your relationship, you didn’t know if you loved each other just yet.

You should’ve paid attention to all the movies.

Everytime the protagonist was a vigilante and they had an s/o, they would end up leaving them behind because ‘it wasn’t safe for them’ or the protagonist ends up dying, rarely.

You didn’t want either of those situations to happen, especially the former. You rather he be alive over.. the opposite of that.

Besides, it wouldn’t exactly hurt that much if he left you. As mentioned before, you just like each other, not.. loved…

You were lying to yourself.

You did love each other, it would hurt a lot if he left you.

All of this just because he wasn’t showing you his maskless face. You were curious as to how he looked like, sure, but you didn’t want to pressure him into showing you.

You just felt that if he loved you and if he trusted you, he’d show you.

You hadn’t even seen him in months either. There was a possibility he’d already left you, without even leaving a note.

But Jack wasn’t this way, he isn’t the type of person who would just up and leave.

Then again, you couldn’t know that for certain. He held a lot of secrets from you. So many that you wouldn’t know if he was putting up an act around you.

You respected his secrets but you wanted to know the real him.

At the start, you thought he liked you. It didn’t seem like that these days. If he truly loved you, he would give you his secrets.

That’s… something very rude and wrong, but you didn't feel like he was trustworthy anymore with all the secrets you knew he was keeping from you.

The days blurred by without him, you don’t remember when was the last time you saw him.

He came to you one evening, injured and asking for your help.

Of course, you gave it to him, though you guessed you looked bitter by the fact that Jack was worried about you.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” Your reply was harsher than you meant it to be.

Jack doubted your answer. “Are you sure?”

You sighed, accidentally wrapping one of his bandages too tight from frustration, making him wince. “Sorry, it’s just. I know we haven’t exchanged these.. words, but…” You were planning on saying those ‘magical words’ but you didn’t want to until you made sure it was mutual. “Jack, it seems like you’re falling out.. feelings.”

“What? No, I still like-- I love you.” The words surprised you, but how could you know he truly meant them when he couldn’t even look you in the eyes as he said that?

“If you did, you would tell me your secrets. You would show me your…” The determination in your words faltered as Jack slipped the visor off his face. “..face.”

He was… beautiful.

“I love you.” Jack repeated. He blushed under your attentive gaze, making his face all the more handsome.

“I love you too.” You were stunned, he was stunning.

Jack chuckled, pulling you out of your trance. He raised an eyebrow at you, showing off that he knew full well what he was doing to you.

“S-Sorry.” You looked back down at his bandage. You didn’t even know what you were apologizing for, was it the doubts or the tight bandage?

“It’s okay.” Once the bandage was done, you locked eyes in a comfortable silence. Before you knew it, your lips were locked together in your first kiss.

His lips were rough, but they felt perfect against yours.

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toonformers · 3 years

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Part 7

Today's topic

Twinsies AU part 6

We left off on Sentinel in his high and mighty acting Magnus position, no longer happy after getting everything he's ever wanted. At first, the mech didn't know what to do. He tried training, which usually cheers him up, drinking a bit, reading, looking for a potential sparkmate. In the end, he decided to send his guards over to a small apartment in the middle class area of Cybertron, with a message for a special mecha in his spark.

Guard 1: *knocks*

Centinela: *opens door* May I help you?

Guard 2: Are you Centinela Prime?

Centinela: I don't go by that title. But yes, I am Centinela Minor.

Guard 2: You have been requested to speak with acting Magnus, Sentinel Prime. You will be escorted there effective immediately.

Centinela: Sentinel...wants to see me? *looks down kinda sad then goes back to a blank stare* The commander couldn't tell me himself?

Guard 1: He is busy in some government affairs. It's the reason why he asked for you. Sentinel Prime believes you can solve his dilema.

Centinela: Is that so? *sigh* Very well. Let's be off, then.

*In Fortress Maximus*

Centinela: *enters and salutes* Commander.

Sentinel, surprised: H-hey. I...didn't think you'd come.

Centinela: You are the acting Magnus. I couldn't say no.

Sentinel: Yes, you could. I'm just glad you didn't. *smiles* Ho-how are you?

Centinela: Well. And you?

Sentinel, sad: Honestly...heh...not good. You know how you said I gave up my life for something I would never get? Turns out you were right. I got everything i ever wanted but...it just...wasn't the same doing this on my own, compared to all the effort we did together to get our head start in our futures. I can't believe I was so stupid.

Centinela: You are not stupid, Sentinel. Just less intelligent. You were also young and power hungry. I can understand why you reached such a point of desperation.

Sentinel, sad: Don't try to make me feel better. It's not right. I was a bad friend, to both Elita and Optimus and I was a horrible brother to you. Nothing can justify what I did back then.

Centinela: You're right. But forgiveness is still achievable. No matter how bad your actions are.

Sentinel, tearful: Do you hate me?

Centinela: No.

Sentinel, angered: No? Then why does it feel like I'm talking to a wall? You're not reacting at anything I say, you've just been staring at me! What's wrong? Listen, I want to make things right, but I need some kind of way to know it's getting through instead of your analysis. Please.

Centinela: *stares blankly*

Sentinel, angered: What is it?

Centinela: You don't know.

Sentinel: Know what?

Centinela: I...I left you a message in your comm link. Did you ever listen to it?

Sentinel, sad: Honestly...no. I wanted to, recently. But I thought it would be better if we spoke like this. Instead me listening to such an old message and calling back.

Centinela: Sentinel, I reccomend you listen to it. Please

Sentinel: *actives comm link* Override 1139. Play message.

Computer: Playing. "Sentinel. I hope you're well. I wanted to speak with you, but it seems that you're busy. I wanted to let you know that Perceptor is reducing my personality to 20%. I won't be able to feel unless it's in an intense situation..."

Sentinel, shocked: What! No. *looks at Centinela* You...you didn't. You couldn't have.

Computer: "I'm sorry for what I said to you. And I forgive you for what you said to me. And that no matter how much you may hate me or how much we'll fight in the future, you'll always be my brother. And I love you, Sentinel. I love you, brother! I love you! I-I love you! *voice becomes more monotone* I...love you! I....love you. I love...you.... Goodbye, Sentinel." End of message. Goodbye.

Sentinel, crying: Tell me this isn't true. Please tell me this is some sick prank!

Centinela: I'm sorry, brother.

Sentinel, crying: Oh, Primus. No. No! What have I done! Oh no! No! *hugs Centinela* No please! Centinela! Oh Primus, it's all my fault! What have I done to you?! Oh, Centy, I'm so sorry! I'M SORRY! *sobs loudly* Please, no! Please! You have to be in there! Give me a sign, anything!

Centinela: .... *hugs back*

Sentinel, crying: Centinela?

Centinela, crying: You idiot. I told you I couldn't feel unless it was an intense situation. You're bringing back my pain!

Sentinel, crying: Good! Tell me how I caused it. How I made you suffer! How I should pay!

Centinela, crying: You've already suffered enough, you glitch! I just want my big brother back.

Sentinel, crying: And I want my sis to feel again. *lets go of Centinela and contacts Perceptor* Preceptor, I need to speak with you. Immediately.

Hours later

Perceptor: I apologize, commander. But as I previously stated, what's been done to Centinela is irreversible. I cannot, even if I wanted to, restore her personality to it's original state.

Sentinel, angered: No, there must be something you overlooked. We...I can't just leave her like this!

Centinela: Sentinel, let it go. There's nothing you can do for me now.

Sentinel, angered: No! I'm the Magnus! I decide when we should give up! Remember when we were newborns, that we could somehow talk to each other with our thoughts?

Perceptor: *whisper* what?

Centinela: I remember.

Sentinel, angered: Well I remember I emerged out of that artificial chamber thing first, telling you to wait for me to see if it's safe, and you didn't come out until after I said it was safe. I promised I would protect you from any harm that comes to you! And if I have to save you from something you did, because of MY mistakes, so be it!

Perceptor: If I may... Sentinel Prime, you said you and Centinela could communicate through your thoughts, correct?

Sentinel: Yes. We used to talk like that all the time, but it faded away as we got older. Why?

Perceptor: Centinela, are you aware of split spark convergence?

Centinela: Yes, the ability of split spark mecha to share their minds among other things when in peril. But that only works when the convergence persists until adulthood. Me and Sentinel were children when our convergence stopped.

Perceptor: A common misconception. Split spark convergence is permanent, and even when it feels it has faded, it can be reactivated temporarily through processor stimulation.

Sentinel: Less, sciency talk, more English. What does this have to do with me and Centinela?

Perceptor: If I can stimulate you to share your mind with Centinela, I may be able to transfer some of your emotional capability over to her. Of course, as I previously stated, this process is permanent. I cannot return whatever you wish to give to Centinela. So consider deeply how much you wish to give her-

Sentinel: Easy, all of it!

Centinela: You can't, you'd become a drone.

Sentinel: Alright, then half. 50%. I'll be just like you when it's over. I'll know how you felt. Perceptor, do the procedure now, please.

Perceptor: Yes, sir.

Two hours later

Perceptor: Like last time, both of you will have two minutes in your current emotional state. Sentinel you will experience a sudden drain to 50% emotional capability, and Centinela, an increase to 70%. There is still time for you to consider, Commander, giving a lower percentage before I close your helms.

Centinela: Yes, brother. Once this is done, you will be just like how I was, emotionally.

Sentinel: What's so bad about that? Besides, you'll make better use of my emotions than I ever did. *smiles*

Perceptor: Very well. *closes helms*

Sentinel: We'll be much better after this. I promise. I'm gonna make things right.

Centinela: You already apologized to me, to Optimus. Ultra Magnus will most likely never recover from his wounds, so it's too late to confess to him. What more can you do?

Sentinel: ....I...will replace every bad thing I've done with a good one. By being the best Magnus this planet can have. I will be kind, fair and just. And you will help me get there.

Centinela: *smiles slightly* Sounds good. You sappy idiot.

Sentinel: *chuckles then laughs* *laughter fades* I...I love you too, sis. *smile becomes less noticeable*

Centinela: *big smile, sighs* It's done. You okay?

Sentinel: Yes...I feel a little weird. But I'm fine.

Centinela: Good. We'll make good use of that 50%, won't we?

Sentinel: *slight smile* Hmm. Yes. Thank you, Perceptor. You may leave. I will later publicly announce the changes I've made. And from now on Centinela will be the new head of Cybertron Intelligence. You may go to her for any information you need.

Perceptor: Yes, sir.

FINALLY I'M FINISHED! I wanna do an epilogue tho 😔👉👈

I'll do one later. For now enjoy this last segment of the Twinsies AU. Hope ya liked it, cuz I sure did!

Fun fact: I cried while writing this haha

Part 5

Part 4

Part 3

Part 2

Part 1

#transformers animated #transformers #tfa sentinel prime #sentinel prime #tfa oc #tfa au #tfa perceptor

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seasonofthegeek · 6 years

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Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6:

9 Years before Just for Tonight

"Adrien saw a letter from Ali and now he’s sure I’m dating him,” Felix chuckled, leaning back against Nino’s chest. “He’s such a nosey menace.”

“He just wants you to be happy and in love.”

“Yes, but why?”

Nino shrugged. “You knows how he is. He’s going to be such a sappy romantic by the time he actually finds someone if Gabriel doesn’t force it out of him first.” He ran his fingers through Felix’s hair, messing up the carefully placed strands.

“You’ve seen his attempts at flirting in the village,” Felix replied dryly.

“Give him a break. He’s sixteen. You weren’t even smooth at twenty-one.”

“I’m dumping you.”

Nino kissed the back of his head. “I dare you.”

Felix groaned. “I should go back to my suite.”

“Why?”

“Because I have breakfast with Father and he tends to request my presence earlier than the original meeting time simply because he can.”

“What’s he wanting to meet about?”

“I’m not sure. He might've received more offers of an alliance by marriage for me.”

Nino felt his heart clench. “Do you think you would ever agree to one?”

“Possibly. I could see under certain stipulations, one could be beneficial to me without being torturous.”

“I see.”

Felix turned to look at him. “I would never give you up for something like that though if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“I didn’t say anything. I know we can’t ever really be...” He frowned. “I don’t know the word I’m looking for.” He shook his head. “Anyway, you shouldn’t make decisions like that based on me. I’m kinda stuck in one spot.”

“With Adrien.”

“Yes.”

Felix reached up to trace along the shell of Nino’s ear. “I could ask for you,” he said softly. “Father gets frequent offers from lower royal houses for your hand in marriage. He can’t tell anyone about the bond so he keeps putting them off but people talk. Guards shouldn’t be treated as well as you are.”

Nino’s swallowed hard, the nerve endings in his skin almost painfully attuned to Felix’s touch.

“It isn’t common but I’m odd anyway,” Felix continued. “And Father would have a reason to keep me here which I think he wants. And you would still be here for Adrien.”

“I’m not sure what to even say to that.”

Doubt filled Felix’s eyes. “It was only a suggestion.”

“Is that something you want?”

“Are you asking if I want you because the answer will always be yes.”

Nino furrowed his brow. “I guess maybe I am. That’s a big deal, Fe. Forever is kinda real for us. And I’m a nobody. I don’t even own any possessions that are solely mine. I don’t have anything to offer as a husband to a prince.”

Felix stared down at his hands. “I don’t care about any of that. I know what it’s like to live without you, Nino; I’d rather never do that again.” He stood and straightened his slacks, turning towards the door. “I’m sorry I made things awkward tonight. We don’t have to talk about this again.”

“I’m sorry I don’t really know how to respond,” Nino winced, watching his boyfriend reach for the doorknob. Anxiety crashed in on him and he stood up on his knees on the bed. “Wait, Felix.”

Felix turned, not meeting his eyes and Nino quickly closed the distance between them, cupping Felix’s face as their lips met. “I love you,” he whispered. “No matter what, I love you.”

“I love you too,” Felix promised with a kiss as he let Nino pull him back to the bed.

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“Thank you for meeting me early,” Gabriel said in greeting as he watched a servant pour his coffee.

“I assumed you would request it so I adjusted my schedule,” Felix replied, taking a seat across the table. “Eggs with toast and strawberry jam, Maurice.”

“Yes, your highness,” Maurice bowed, disappearing through the kitchen door.

“Yes, well,” Gabriel sipped his coffee, “I’ve received three new marriage proposals this week and I thought they might be of interest to you. All three royals are willing to relocate here so you wouldn’t need to move and while their rankings aren’t exactly as high as I would like, they’re still suitable if you find one you like.”

Felix took a steadying breath. “I would like to propose an alternative, your majesty.”

Gabriel’s eyes widened slightly in surprise at the title. “Proceed.”

“If I’m to be wed, I’d like to ask for Nino.”

“Felix--”

“This isn’t some half-baked idea, Father. I know you’ve been receiving proposals on both of our behalves and I also know that you can’t marry Nino off because of the bond just like you could never allow Nathalie to be married off.”

Gabriel clenched his jaw and Felix quickly continued.

“Nothing would change. Nino wants to protect Adrien. I’m willing to move into their suite if that’s what it takes.”

“You’re practically there every night anyway.”

A small smile graced Felix’s lips. “I assumed you knew by now.”

“You two aren’t nearly as stealthy as you think you are.” Gabriel sighed, pushing his coffee away. “Felix, I can’t allow this.”

“I knew you would say that but please humor me and tell me why not.”

“Why can’t what you have now be enough?”

“Because that could change at any moment!” Felix yelled, flushing and sitting back in his chair as Maurice appeared with his breakfast and hastily slid it in front of him with a quick bow. The room was silent for a few moments before Felix finally spoke again. “I promise I won’t ever do anything about the bond, Father. I haven’t contacted anyone about it or studied it or anything since...” He swallowed hard and shook his head. “All I want is Nino.”

“I know,” Gabriel said quietly. “But he isn’t yours.”

Felix took his napkin from his lap and placed it on the table. “I’d like to be excused,” he ground out, refusing to look up from the table.

“We can continue this another time.”

The prince pushed his chair back woodenly and stalked out of the dining room as Gabriel watched with a heavy heart.

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Nino entered Gabriel’s office and bowed. “You wanted to see me, sir?” He looked up and was startled to see the king more unkempt than he had ever seen before. Gabriel’s hair was mussed and the knot of his tie was slid down past his collarbone, the first few buttons of his dress shirt undone. His cheeks were red and a tumbler full of dark amber liquid sat by his hand.

“I need your help.” Gabriel vaguely gestured to the chair across from his desk and Nino sat apprehensively. “Felix asked to marry you today.”

“I--”

Gabriel held up a hand and Nino shut his mouth. “It can’t happen. I told him as much. He was very...” He sighed heavily. “He was very upset.” He picked up the tumbler and drained half of its contents in one long pull.

Although he had known it was a bad idea to hope, Nino still felt a piece of him shatter at the king’s words. “I understand, sir.”

Gabriel eyed him. “Do you really?”

“I’m bonded to Adrien,” he replied simply.

“I know you two love each other. I can’t deny that, despite what I’ve said over the years.” He ran an unsteady hand through his hair. “If I could’ve known somehow, I would’ve never... I guess there isn’t anything I can do about that now.”

“Felix never cared about anyone until you,” Gabriel continued. “The Felix you know didn’t exist before I brought you into this house and I don’t know if I should hate you or thank you for that.”

Nino’s chest tightened and he was almost afraid to breathe. In over a decade, he’d never seen Gabriel this emotional. Most conversations involving him and Felix were fueled with anger or frozen by commands and threats. This was an entirely different beast and somehow scarier.

“If I could let you be together, I would,” Gabriel admitted before draining his glass. “But I can’t promise that I’ll always be able to keep Felix here. It’s possible I’ll need alliances at some point and a marriage to a prince would...” Gabriel huffed and filled his glass again. “I never wanted to use my children as pawns and here I am.”

“And I have nothing to offer for Felix,” Nino added softly.

“I’ve already taken everything you had to give, and yet I still need to ask for more.”

Nino bowed his head and blinked against hot tears.

“I hoped what you had now would be enough, but he’s always going to want more of you than we can give him,” Gabriel said. “I was content to let you be for now but perhaps that was unwise. The longer this goes on, the worse it will be when it has to end.”

“What would you have me do, sir?”

“End things, for Felix’s sake. Tell him whatever you have to tell him. Blame me. That won’t surprise him.” Gabriel reached across the desk and grabbed Nino’s arm, shocking him into looking up. “Once Adrien is king, once he is safe, I’ll have the bond broken and if it works out, you and Felix can have whatever life you choose. That’s my promise to you in exchange for this now.”

“Once Adrien is king,” Nino echoed dazedly.

“Please, Nino, I’m trusting you with both of my sons’ lives. No one else has that honor.”

Nino finally bowed his head once more. “I’ll see what I can do, sir.”

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Felix was waiting on the edge of Nino’s bed when he returned from the meeting with Gabriel. “It’s over, isn’t it?” he murmured, not looking up.

“He’s afraid if we keep going, it’s going to be really bad when it has to end.”

“I don’t want it to ever end.”

“I don’t either,” Nino sighed, sitting down beside him. He took Felix’s hand in his and linked their fingers. “I honestly don’t know what to do here. This isn’t anything like the times before. There were no threats, he didn’t yell, but it was...scary.”

“We could just stay together.”

“We could.”

“But we aren’t going to, are we?” Felix asked, voice cracking. He pressed his face against Nino’s shoulder and Nino turned to hold him close.

“I’m so sorry. I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry,” Nino chanted as he held him tight.

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7 Years before Just for Tonight

"I’m going to visit Ali for a few weeks. Is there anything you guys want me to bring back?” Felix asked, taking a seat in the armchair.

“A pretty girl for me,” Adrien grinned without taking his eyes off the television screen. “I’m totally beating you this time.”

“In your dreams, shrimp,” Nino chuckled. “Maybe you could bring back some better gaming skills for your brother, Fe.”

“And better manners for Nino!” Adrien stood up and began to move with his controller. “You can bring him somebody pretty too if he lets me when this game.”

“Charming,” Felix replied dryly.

The kill screen came up and Adrien groaned, tossing his controller on the coffee table. “Fine,” he huffed. “I’m getting a soda. You want one, Fe?”

“I’m good, thanks.” He watched Adrien cross the room and turned his attention to Nino. “Really, is there anything you want? You liked those ties he sent over last year.”

Nino’s eyes darkened at the question and he looked down at the controller in his hands. “I’m good,” he said quietly. “I hope you have a nice trip.”

“I keep thinking that one day I’m going to be able to talk to you and it’s going to be easier,” Felix admitted, voice low, “but that has yet to be the case.”

“I’m sorry--”

“Don’t be. Please.”

Adrien plopped back down on the couch. “Geez, why are you guys so serious? Did I miss something?”

“Nothing at all, Ren,” Felix assured him. “Can I play the next game?”

“Sure,” Adrien grinned. “It’ll be nice to win.”

“Watch it.”

Nino looked between the brothers with the same torn feeling he had been holding onto for years, Gabriel’s promise running through his head.

“Once Adrien is king, once he is safe, I’ll have the bond broken and if it works out, you and Felix can have whatever life you choose.”

He had no delusions that Adrien was going to be any safer on the throne than he was as a prince, despite what Gabriel claimed. Nino watched Felix scowl at the controller as Adrien let out a whoop of victory. He never told Felix about Gabriel’s promise. There was really no point. He could never break the bond. Adrien needed him. After all, that’s all he had been made for.

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Chapter 3: There Are Still Good Times. Summary: Stan and Ford discover that even after all these years, they still share some of the same interests. The two discuss the eerie break in Bill's assaults on them as well as their suspicions about Lil' Gideon. Notes: As the title suggests, this is another lighter, mostly fluff chapter. Things may be bad but there's still laughter and an unbreakable brotherly bond. I should probably note that Dipper and Mabel’s stories are following canon so far.

Part One Part Two More fics Ford sat near the bars of his cell, the flicker of the TV glinting over his dampened cheeks. He lifted his near-empty package of jelly beans up and shook the last few into his mouth without taking his eyes off the screen. "Thank goodness you defeated Count Lionel!" a woman's voice exclaimed joyfully, "I am simply mortified. He had no right-!" "He'd better not bother you two again!" Ford threatened, his mouth still half-full of sugary sweetness. "Indeed!" a man replied, "He had better not bother us again!" "That's what I'm saying!" Ford shouted, leaning in closer, his silver hair falling in unkempt clumps over his shoulders. A knock at the door jolted him into an upright position. He swallowed hard and said in a hushed hiss, "TV off." The TV obeyed leaving him in the silent dimness of his cell. He straightened his sweater, cleared his throat and answered, "Come on in, Stan." Stan pushed the door open, a covered tray in one hand and a paper cup in the other. As usual, two sodas tugged down at the pockets of his boxers. He couldn't contain a laugh at the sight of his sniffling brother surrounded by pillows and snack wrappers, wiping his cheeks with his sleeve. "You were watching that sappy romance movie stuff weren't you?" He asked. "What?! No. I just... Got an eyelash in my eye!" He defended, blinking over burning, red eyes. "Both of them?" "... Yes!" "You do realize this wall isn't soundproof, right?" Stan said with a quirked eyebrow. "Oh. So you were eavesdropping on me, then?" Ford joked, pushing the floor pillow Stan typically liked to use through the bars and setting it on the floor. "Well... You know... I wanna make sure I don't hear you snoring or anything and wake you up." Stan wasn't completely lying. "Sure sure," Ford replied with a reasonable amount of sarcasm and suspicion. "Anyway," Stan said, trying to keep the tray steady as he lowered it to the floor, "That Count Lionel sure ruined his chances didn't he?" He let out an "oof" as he plopped down onto the fleece-covered floor pillow. "He certainly did!" Ford answered before his thoughts could catch up to him, "He should have- wait..." he squinted and pointed at Stan, "You watched The Duchess Approves too?" "I have no idea what you're talking about," Stan defended, crossing his arms and looking away with a "humph." He turned back slowly, lowering his arms. "...Maybe... Yeah alright... Ya got me," he sighed, holding his hands up in surrender, "I'm hooked. The duchess is just so... relatable, ya' know?" "It's true!" Ford agreed, picking up the snack wrappers and handing them through to Stan. "She represents a universality of emotions that transcends age and gender... Perhaps we can watch that movie together sometime?" "Yeah...? Yeah! We should," Stan replied, shoving the snack wrappers aside and lifting the lid from the tray. "Are you even still hungry? Looks like I made you wait too long for dinner." "I definitely would enjoy some real food," Ford answered, his mouth nearly watering at the smell of the cheeseburger and the sight of fresh salad greens and cherry tomatoes on the plate Stan had revealed. "Sorry I'm a bit late getting down here tonight. I thought the kids were home but turns out they went out without tellin' me and they just got back a few minutes ago. Apparently they were checking out the old Dusk to Dawn with Wendy and her friends. They wouldn't tell me much about it, though so I sent them to bed and asked them to at least tell me if they're going out." "Oh that can't be good that they were there. After the owners died so tragically, I suspect it might be haunted," Ford said reaching through the bars for a tomato and pinch of lettuce. He dipped them into the cup of Italian dressing and stuffed them into his mouth. "You think?" Stan asked. "It's a possibility. That could be why they won't say much. They probably think you won't believe them," He shrugged and reached through the bars for the cheeseburger. "Yeah. Probably. Hope nothin' too bad happened to them if that's the case." Stan shifted around on the pillow, his face scrunching as he pulled the soda cans from his pockets. He popped them open, poured Ford's into the paper cup, and took a swig out of his own can. "I think they would have mentioned it if they were hurt or anything," Ford said between bites, "Or at least I'd hope." "I'd hope so, too," Stan said, tapping his stubbly chin, "Speaking of hurt, how are ya doin' today? Looks like your bruises are getting better." "They are," Ford answered, reaching through for the soda cup. "He hasn't bothered me in a few days. Not to curse it but... It's eerie... As if he's... Planning something..." "Yeah..." Stan sipped at his soda. "I mean, good riddance if he's bored with us but... I get what ya mean. It feels..." "Foreboding..." Ford filled in. "Yeah. Fancy word that sounds like it describes the thing. Maybe he's just mad that we padded the bars," he added, poking the cotton covered batting he'd glued to them. "Perhaps. Though, I am surprised he doesn't seem eager to... prove that won't stop him," Ford said, tapping one of the covered bars. "Yeah... I mean... hopefully it helps er... soften the blows when he has his tantrums but yeah, it still ain't a perfect solution." "Seems like it will help some, at least," Ford said. He reached through the bars for another handful of lettuce and a few slices of cucumber. "So, how is Mabel holding up after her break-up, anyway? Is she still angry at Gideon?" "I'm not even sure we can call that a break-up. She never liked him like that. He kinda forced her into it. And I hate that I almost did too just because Bud offered me a deal for bigger profits. Thanks for that pathology, Dad," He grumbled sarcastically, receiving a knowing nod from Ford. "But, she seems alright now," Stan continued. "Guess it's a good thing it didn't work out after all. I'm still freaked out by that kid." "I've seen some of those commercials of his that you were talking about. You're right that something seems off about him. And that he's as phony of a psychic as mom was." "Yeah, if anyone can see a fake, it's us," Stan agreed, tipping back his soda can to drain the last drops into his mouth. "It's weird, though," Ford said, reaching through the bars for the paper cup and cradling it in both hands. "That amulet he was wearing seemed familiar but I can't figure out why. I don't think I've ever seen it before but... I don't know." "Looks like he lost it since those commercials were filmed," Stan said, squishing his soda can between his fingers with a crunch. "Or at least, he doesn't wear it anymore. I'll keep an eye on him, though. 'Specially if something seems familiar about that to you." "That sounds like a good idea in general. Keep your enemies close and all, right?" Ford tipped his cup toward Stan as if toasting to the thought then chugged the entire cupful. "Yeah. I really don't know what it is he has against me," Stan said with a shrug, "For once, I never did nothing to him. He just seems to hate that I'm here." "Listen to us..." Ford said, passing his empty cup to Stan. "Two old men worried about the threats of a child..." "Ha ha, right! You'd think we're paranoid or something," Stan said, chuckling awkwardly. "Yeah, you'd think we're constantly on the lookout for signs of a demon badgering us or something," Ford added. "Right?" Stan replied, gathering up the empty plate, cup, and snack wrappers onto the tray and replacing its lid. "Well, I hate to run off so soon but, I better get back upstairs. The kids probably haven't been able to get to sleep yet." "Yes, you should go try to sleep yourself." "Yeah. Not sure I'll be able to what with thinking about that wedding kerfuffle," he said with a wink. "Ah yes. I almost feel bad for Count Lionel. But he was out of line interrupting the wedding like that," Ford said, tapping his bearded chin. "Well," Stan grunted, lifting himself from the floor pillow with the tray balanced precariously in one hand. "I guess we'll have to wait until part two to find out what happens to him. But for now, good night ya' nerd." Ford reached through the bars and pulled the floor pillow back inside his cell. "Good night, Stanley," he said with a wave and watched the door click shut behind his brother. Notes: I promise they won't be eating something in every chapter ;). Qebob xob kbt mxtkp fk qeb dxjb.

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