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shkudss · 1 year

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Weakened by Eywa Pt. 3

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Summary: Ao'nung finally realizes that his actions have consequences

Warnings: curse words, bullying, mental breakdown, English isn't my first language

Author's note: 🤭🤭🤭

Yawntutsyip - darling, little loved one

Yaymak - foolish, ignorant

Tsmukan - brother

“You lost their trust, I understand them. You really need to try hard just to get her forgiveness.” Tsireya tried to cheer up Ao’nung, he came to her asking for an advice, which is not normal for him.

“I try, but I don’t believe she’ll even forgive me.”

Ao’nung couldn’t do anything properly after that day. When he saw you so small, broken and vulnerable... You were crying in Neteyam’s hands, needed to be protected. He realized why he did these things to you. And that’s so stupid of him, so stupid.

He liked you.

But just like an ignorant child he didn’t understand it and tried to bully you. And who’s skxawng now? He so fucked up. Now you don’t even want to look at him, nobody lets him even breath towards you.

Sully’s really stick together, because otherwise he doesn’t know how they’re always end up around you. Especially, when he tries to talk to you. Oh Eywa, how many times he tried to do that.

“You can leave her message. I think that would work, you won’t have to come close to her, just do it secretly.”

Ao’nung’s eyes widened in surprise. His sister is really smart. He will leave something at Y/N’s place so that nobody but her can take it. That thought cheered him up a little. He would be happy just to get your forgiveness, even if you won’t be friends after it. But he would fight till the end of his days to get closer to you.

***

“What’s this?” you mumbled looking at little necklace and a small piece of wood with something written on it lying on the stone covered with soft grass.

Who did that? How did they find this place? Even your family doesn’t know where you go every day. Only one person can do this.

“Ao’nung?” You’re completely confused by this whole situation.

You came closer to these things and started to read the message. It was short, but you didn’t want it to be too long, since it’s probably from him.

I’m sorry. Let me talk to you.

Today, here at the sunset.

You bit your lips nervously, heart pounding like crazy. What do you feel? There’s a tornado of emotions going through your fragile soul. You’re scared, nervous, sad, but also… interested? These past weeks showed you that he wants to do something with it. Maybe he even regrets it. So why don’t you check it out?

You can’t help but doubt your decision throughout the day. Neteyam noticed you being too pensive and silent today, which never meant anything good. Especially, after the recent events.

“What’s wrong?” he waited until both of you will be alone in your marui to have a comfortable conversation.

“Nothing, I’m just thinking.” That was true, you just didn’t specify what you were thinking about.

“What makes you think that hard?” He tried to chuckle a little to lighten up the conversation, but you knew he wanted to know the details.

“Tsmukan… you know me. I just think about everything. About our family, about our home, about my feelings. And yes, I think about what happened, but there’s nothing to worry about.” You tried to calm down Neteyam, but he still had things to say.

“That’s exactly why I’m worried. That day I asked you if you’re okay, but you didn’t tell anything and look what happened. I don’t want to see my sister completely broken again. Don’t lie to me, you didn’t act like that for the past week.” His voice got a little rough as he remembered that day. Yeah, he was angry, but that’s only because he loved you.

“I’m fine, okay? Don’t make a drama of it. I don’t want to discuss my thoughts with you now. Let me think it out by myself if you trust me as your sister.” You also got a little annoyed by this conversation. You didn’t want to lie to him, but you had no choice. If any of your family will find out about your plans, they’ll tie you to the house.

Neteyam realized that he went a little hard on you and sighted in defeat. His big hands pulled you closer to him and hugged in a big brother way. You closed your eyes and wrapped you hands around his waist.

“I promise, I’ll tell you if something goes wrong, tsmukan.”

“I trust you, yawntutsyip”

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The closer you got to your place, the more nervous you were. What if he’ll tell you bad things again? What would you do? Definitely won’t be able to protect yourself.

“Don’t be weak, Y/N!” You mumbled, trying to motivate yourself. “You’re warrior, protect yourself.”

You were so into cheering up yourself, that difficult notice a little branch on the ground and tripped over it, almost falling down. You would be injured if someone didn’t hold you.

Someone like Olo’eyktan’s son

Like Ao’nung

You slowly looked up at him, eyes widened in shock. All previous thoughts left your mind, leaving only basic ones.

He’s strong and dangerous

You suddenly flinched back, surprising both of you. Ao’nung didn’t want you to run away again, so he made some steps back to ensure you that he came in peace.

“Y/N, I don’t want to hurt you again.”

He raised his hands, showing that everything will be fine. You looked at him suspiciously, folding your arms over your chest not because you’re angry at him, but because you don’t want him to see your hands shaking.

“What do you want to tell me? If you intend to fight with me again, don’t do this. I’m really tired of all these fights.”

At that moment you wanted to cry. Looking at him, made all feelings that were asleep deep in your soul wake up again. Eyes became like two sparkling crystals.

“I’m- I’m sorry.” He cleared his throat. “Y/N, I’m really sorry for everything I said and did to you and your family. I was a real asshole and I didn’t understand it, I’m so sorry for this. I don’t hope for you to be my friend, but I hope to get at least the slightest chance to be forgiven. I won’t hurt you or your family again. Please, let me make it up for you and maybe get your trust. Please.”

You were too stunned to say something. Eyes are watery, you look at him trying to find words, but nothing happens. Ao’nung gets nervous as he sees how tears appear in your eyes. He’s wondering if he said something wrong.

“Y/N…” he started but was interrupted by someone’s hold on the back of his neck.

“Don’t worry, tsmukan. I’m fine, tsmukan. What’s what my trust means to you?”

Neteyam stood in front of you, holding Ao’nung firmly and completely furious. Disbelief and pain of betrayal in his eyes makes it hard to look at him. You don’t want to argue with him, but you know that you didn’t mean to upset him.

“Neteyam…”

“What? What lies do you want to tell me this time?” You whimpered a little, not being able to bare this tone. “All of us are trying to protect you, keep you safe and happy. Even Tuk worries about you, she couldn’t sleep when she knew that you’re hurt. Our mother is always looking for you or asks me to take care of you while she’s busy. Our dad feels guilt because he didn’t protect you when he could. All of us loose our nerves and sleep just so you go and see him secretly? We ask you only one thing. To stay away from him. And you disobeyed.” As he started to talking about Tuk, you bursted into tears. You didn’t know this, you didn’t want to hurt your family. “And you. Wasn’t it enough for you to understand that you have no right to even look at my sister? Your dad’s words mean nothing for you?” Neteyam finally payed attention to Ao’nung.

“I didn’t want to hurt you, Neteyam. All of you, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. That’s not why I am here, let me explain.” Trembling voice was like a knife cutting a heart for Neteyam, but he was also hurt and tired.

“I don’t need your explanations. I’m very disappointed in you.”

“Stop it!” Ao’nung got angry seeing this scene. Neteyam did the same thing that. He hurt you with words. “You are not any better then me. She’s not okay and you keep doing this to her. Stop being so dramatic and listen!”

“I won’t listen to you. You’ve done enough!” Atmosphere in this place really so tensed, you could feel it in the air.

“She has nothing to do with it. I asked her to come here to apologize because you and your little brother don’t let me do that! Do you think we can just forget about it without talking it out? Both Y/N and me need this conversation to keep living without burden on our hearts! Use just a little of your common sense, you skxawng!”

Instead of answering, Neteyam punched Ao’nung angrily. Emotions took over both of them. That Ao’nung’s their last piece of patience towards Neteyam. They started fighting as their lives depended on it. You were terrified of their fight, crying and trying to call them out.

But they didn’t hear you.

Then you tried to pull Neteyam back and separate from Ao’ung who was laying under him. Nothing helped, you were afraid this may be fatal.

“Stop it! Neteyam, stop! Why are you doing this?!”

You hit his back hard enough to get back his attention. He was breathing heavily and still looking at you angrily.

“Are you on his side? Really?”

“I’m not choosing sides. Let me talk to him.”

Tears falling down your cheeks, voice is quiet. You can’t see your brother, lovely tsmukan, looking at you this way.

Oh Eywa, why do you give me so many challenges?

“Okay. I see.”

He silently stood up and left this place, giving you the last disappointed look that made you fall on your knees and cry for help of Eywa.

Why is does it hurt so bad?

A/n: I’M SORRY I LOVE DRAMA😭 I hope you had a good read (and cry lol). Little Neteyam🥺 he’s also run out of energy to always be protective brother:( Idk what’s going to happen next, but stay tuned! I hope you liked this part🫶🏻

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bluejaysandblackbats · 14 days

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Eyes and Ears

Fandom: DC Comics, Batfam

Summary: An AU where Barbara finds Jason instead of Bruce.

Chapters: 9/?

Characters: Jason Todd, Barbara Gordon, Jim Gordon, Dick Grayson, Bruce Wayne, Sheila Haywood, Original Character(s)

Relationship(s): Jason Todd/Original Character(s), Past Barbara Gordon/Dick Grayson

Additional Tags: Canon Divergent AU, Older SIbling Barbara Gordon, Jason Todd-centric, Barbara Gordon is Oracle, Jason Todd is NOT Robin, Jason Todd Has Issues, Jason Todd Has a Crush, Adopted Siblings

Chapter Nine: Nightjars

Jason waited on the roof, swinging his feet as he sat on the ledge. The black of night and lights of Gotham shone beneath him. He tilted his head back and looked up into the sky at the darkness as a familiar wave of sadness and fear washed over him. He took a few deep breaths, trying to pull himself together.

It wasn't like he was scared of being home alone. He kept trying to tell himself that, but the way his hands shook after waking up from another one of his nightmares said otherwise. "Hey, got space enough for two?" a voice asked. It didn't startle him in the way that it usually would have.

"I'm not gonna jump. I'm just waiting for my sister to get home," Jason mumbled.

"You say that like your sister is Batgirl," he chuckled as he sat next to Jason. Jason turned to him, and he gasped.

"You're the Boy—. Robin. You're him," Jason whispered, "Did she tell you to come here?"

"So she is your sister? And no, I'm just in town. Thought I'd stop by," Dick smiled, "And thanks for not calling me the Boy Wonder. I'm a little old for that. Why are you waiting for her up here?"

Jason tried to conceal his trembling hands as he spoke. "Pop's out of town... It just feels weird knowing he's not in Gotham, so I'm watching from up here until she gets back," Jason explained himself.

"How long have you been—? It's none of my business. If she wanted me—."

"Almost five months. Didn't really think I'd be here this long, but they feel like family," Jason confessed. A breeze blew past, and Jason shivered.

"Come on, I'll make us an omelet," Dick whispered, "You like eggs?"

Jason nodded and followed Dick back to the apartment. They climbed into Barbara's window, and Dick went straight to the kitchen as if he'd been there before. "Who are you?" Jason asked.

"She really didn't tell you?" Dick asked. Jason shook his head. "Well, if she trusts you... Dick Grayson." Dick held out his hand, and Jason shook it.

"Jason Todd... Or Gordon. Not really sure how the name thing's gonna work long-term... People really call you Dick?" Jason asked. Dick nodded as he took off his gloves and mask and set them on the counter.

"So, Jason... What's it like having Barbara as a sister?" Dick smiled. He cracked a few eggs and chopped up some peppers and sausage.

"I thought I was stubborn, but I think she's got me beat," Jason replied, "But I've never had a sister before, so I dunno... Maybe they're all like this."

"Nobody's like Babs, trust me on that," Dick replied, "But yeah... Stubborn. That's her."

"But she's also a good friend," Jason whispered.

"Oh, boys. Now, who's gonna tell me I'm pretty?" Barbara asked. Dick and Jason turned to her. "What are you doing here?"

"When were you gonna tell me you had a little brother?" Dick asked. Barbara messed up Jason's hair.

"I would've told you the next time we talked... Jason, what are you doing up?" she asked.

"Having an omelet with your friend, Dick," Jason answered casually, and Barbara cleared her throat. "I couldn't sleep, so I went up on the roof to wait for you."

Silence fell over the kitchen, and Jason looked at both of them. "Who's taller? You or Wonder Girl?" Jason asked.

"Which one of us are you asking?" Dick replied.

"You say that like Barbie knows Wonder Girl," Jason replied. Barbara sighed.

"Barbie?" Dick grinned.

"Don't start," Barbara went into the fridge and poured herself a glass of juice.

"I'm taller. Not by much," Dick answered.

"How many questions can I ask before it gets weird?" Jason questioned.

"Um, you can ask what—."

"He can ask three questions, eat his omelet, and go to bed," Barbara interrupted. Jason stuck his tongue out at her. "Three."

"Fine. How old were you when you started out as Robin?" Jason asked.

"Don't answer that," Barbara chimed in, and Jason opened his mouth to argue.

Dick chuckled as he asked, "Why? How old are you?"

"Thirteen," Jason replied.

"I was around your age," Dick replied.

"Oh, you just love to start problems, don't you?" Barbara pinched the bridge of her nose. "You know he's never gonna let me hear the end of it." Dick made Jason's plate. "I told Jason I'd train him, but I don't want him out in the field. He's not old enough."

Dick nudged Jason and whispered, "You'll wear her down. It might take a while with her, but if you really want to change her mind, you won't give up."

"I'm not like Batman. He's not gonna wear me down. He's too young," Barbara replied.

"Oh, come on. It's not like you waited until you were an adult to throw on the cape," Dick scoffed. Barbara sat down next to Jason and sighed.

"Did you two used to date?" Jason asked. Barbara and Dick turned to him.

"Eat your omelet," Barbara replied before responding to Dick, and Jason started to eat while they argued. After he finished eating, he lay on the couch and drifted off to sleep. It wasn't until he'd been asleep a whole hour that they'd stopped arguing.

"Look at that," Dick chuckled, "He's out cold." Barbara picked him up and carried him back to his bed before returning to her conversation with Dick. "What's the story?"

"He was living in an abandoned apartment all by himself. Two parents dead, his birth mother in the wind... I don't want him out there because of what he's already been through. He won't really talk about it, but from what he's told me, his father was horrible to him," Barbara whispered, "I didn't want to say it in front of him... But when I took him home, I promised myself that I'd protect him. I can't do that if I allow him to do what we do."

Dick nodded and sighed. They talked for a few hours, and on Dick's way out, he whispered, "The biggest mistake you could've made was letting him know what you do, but all you can do now is train him as best you can and hope that he'll listen to you."

Barbara nodded, and once Dick was gone, she changed into her pajamas and checked on Jason. A thought weighed heavy on her mind as she went back to her room. It kept her up for the rest of the night.

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thefirstknife · 8 months

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Do we know if a Guardian's previous life does affect their personality post-res, or do u think it differs from person to person?

Crow is a very good example. If I'm remembering right, he woke up with a residual feeling of his past life but is otherwise a very different person. Uldren was, for multiple reasons, fully capable of murder with no remorse afterwards. Crow, by contrast, especially after getting Uldren's memories, seems much more reluctant.

Then I seem to remember another example that's very different. A lore page from the view of a Ghost who's Guardian hated his immortality, who went around killing other Ghosts. I don't remember whether he thought it was a mercy to the dead, or just a hatred of the idea. I remember the Ghost saying that he should have thought about it longer, that he could have sense how tired of conflict this man was, indicating that a Guardian's previous life very much affects who they are afterwards

Definitely case by case basis, but yeah, overall certain aspects of Guardians' past lives can sort of "bleed through" into their new life. Most won't ever know because they can't remember it, but sometimes those that knew them before can tell that there's still something there.

Crow is absolutely the best example, not only for what you mentioned, but other little details. For example, Crow ended up being really fond of Eliksni and had a thing for telling stories, exploration and experimentation. Uldren was the same in that way. It's one of the reasons why it was so hard for those that knew Uldren to come to terms with Crow; so similar and yet fundamentally different. Mara and Jolyon took it the hardest since they knew him best. They could see a person that looks the same and has certain behaviours and interests that completely match the person they knew, but that person doesn't know them anymore and isn't going in the same direction in life anymore. It's an incredibly difficult thing to deal with.

The lore tab you're thinking of is this one. Because of how tired he was and hated being flung into this "second life," the Guardian (Cyrell) believed that nobody should suffer that fate, therefore he should just end Ghosts so that no one else is rezed to experience what he does:

He confessed he could not bear another battle nor fight in the name of something no one could possibly understand. Though he could not remember his past, he knew deep down that he had already fought his last war. He couldn't kill me. I was his friend. He doesn't kill friends. He wouldn't kill himself, either; that was cowardly, weak. And if the Ghosts' sole purpose was to raise the dead to kill in the name of unexplainable forces, he could no longer let that happen. He would end the cycle. He would spare his brothers- and sisters-in-arms. He would let the dead rest.

He also seems to be looking for an answer from the Awoken about something, but the question he has is unknown. Really interesting and quite upsetting view into how some Guardians view being Guardians and how that works with their relationship of what they feel about their previous lives.

#destiny 2 #crow #guardian #ghost #ask

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myemuisemo · 3 months

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Part 7 of Letters from Watson, "Light in the Darkness," has one spot where contemporary readers would have been the edge of their walnut, horsehair-stuffed, plush-covered seats, murmuring: "It's got to be... can it really be... it must be... c'mon Holmes, surely you see this!" Then there's another where the reaction would be: "But how? I have so many questions!"

C'mon Holmes, surely you see it!

Holmes' "perfect shriek of delight" at realizing how he ought to test a key clue is what the savvy reader was surely feeling, no matter how ungentlemanly it might be by the standards of its day.

What got me digging into the matter of the pills is that Watson, Lestrade, and Gregson seem too unconcerned with what poison is involved. While forensic toxicology was nowhere near what we see on crime shows now, the concept existed. The Marsh test for arsenic had been developed back in the 1830s, to prove arsenic poisoning in suspected murder cases. While this poison is clearly too fast-acting to be arsenic -- or even the Aqua Tofana of the newspaper editorials -- surely if there was one poison that scientists tested for, there were at least efforts to test for more.

Showing little concern over something that seems important and puzzling is usually, in old texts, an indication that whatever-it-was wasn't puzzling to contemporaries.

Here, nobody is puzzled because in this period, everyone who enjoyed sensation stories and true crime already knew that of course if you have a poison duel, the poison is water-soluble and fast-acting. As far as I can tell from stories under the excellent Poison Duels tag on Strange History, the poison used in poison duels wasn't specified in these tales (which might be outright urban legends). The poison in a poison duel is just that kind of poison.

In a poison duel, the combatants each choose a pill to dissolve in their drink. One is a harmless placebo. The other is a fast-acting deadly poison. These stories had been popular since at least the 1820s and kept recurring. Were they true? That's dubious. It's possible that the murder method here is the equivalent of a meme.

Why have a poison duel? As a duel, it's a matter of honor, so Drebber and the murderer are, for some reason, heinously offended with one another. But why poison? Why not pistols at dawn?

Traditional dueling had been outlawed in the UK in 1819, though the United States was slower and less consistent in banning it. More important, though, is that a poison duel was the (dramatic, hypothetical) choice if one party was physically unfit to duel or if one party was seen as being beneath the other in status and honor.

Drebber has been established as wealthy (his gold ornaments), penny-pinching (his other clothes and his choice of lodging), and uncouth to the point of casually sexually assaulting his landlady's innocent daughter. Either the murderer is a man with standards who sees Drebber as beneath him, or Drebber is a snob who sees the murderer as beneath him.

Since we still don't have an explanation for the wedding ring, I'm right there in the smoking lounge with 1880s readers in speculating that Drebber assaulted, coerced, or otherwise harmed a young woman that the murderer cared about. Sister? Sweetheart? We've already got a brother-avenges-sister pair in the story: is this foreshadowing?

But how? I have so many questions!

Holmes characterizes our murderer as "a shrewd and desperate man.... [who can] change his name, and vanish in an instant among the four million inhabitants of this great city." This feels like the build-up to having a little vehmgericht conspiracy as a treat, but that red herring is swiftly pickled.

(The steel handcuffs with springs that Holmes touts are an improvement over the D-shaped cuffs in use at the time.)

The murderer is...

...a taxi driver?

But taxi drivers in London had been licensed since the mid-1600s and had been required to demonstrate "the knowledge" of London streets for 15-20 years by the time of the story! Taxi driver was not a job that a person could fake with the same readiness as picking up a ladder and passing as a laborer.

It's a great job for being invisible on the streets of London, since cabs were everywhere. Unlicensed cabs probably operated, but not for long. How had the murderer come by a cab to drive? I have so many questions!

#sherlock holmes #letters from watson #a study in scarlet

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beaker1636 · 5 months

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MIW head cannons for taking you to meet their family for the first time

Vinny

I feel like for him this is kind of a test

He’s extremely close to his family, we all know this from what he has posted as far as photos and stuff with them, so if they didn’t approve in any way it would be an automatic game over… “sorry my mom didn’t like you”

But if they did, home boy may have thought he was in love with you before but now he knows for sure he is

Loves seeing how well you get along with his parents, may be slightly jealous that the first time you meet them they’re paying more attention to you then him.

Would probably be more nervous than you, he doesn’t usually take anyone he’s dating home so if he does it’s a big big deal.

Would lowkey ask his mom to make his favorite meal for both of you.

Embarrassed when his mom breaks out the photo album of embarrassing childhood moments

Almost dislikes how much you clique with his mom because now he knows the two of you are going to gang up on him and embarrass him when the chance arrives

Ricky

I feel like y’all would have to be very serious before he would take you home to visit his family… mostly because of how far away from them he lives

Like we’re talking you guys have been together for months

Would low key adore watching you with his nephew, might make him want kids idk? My brain immensely went to this.

I feel like it wouldn’t matter quite as much to him as it would the others that they like you, mainly because you aren’t around them much so if they do or don’t they don’t really know you, if you get what I’m saying.

Honestly I could see him being the anxious one

Chris

I don’t know if he’s a mommas boy confirmed but for some reason I get the vibes he’s a mommas boy.

So clearly when he does introduce you to her what she thinks means a lot

Would really hope that you get alone and are close to his family

Would love seeing you bond and be friends with his sister… even if it means both of you tease and torment him quite a bit.

I feel like you’d have to be pretty established in the relationship for him to take you home given his struggles with relationships in the past, he doesn’t want to get his or their hopes up again by you getting close to them and then the relationship ending.

10/10 would do as much as he could to dispel any anxiety you may have, especially never the sweetest boyfriends you could have in that regards.

Ryan

He’s the one I feel like would be the most chill about bringing you home, he just gives me those vibes

That’s not saying he doesn’t care what they think but I feel like if it’s serious enough he’s willing to take you home then he won’t be as worried about what they all think. If they out right hate you that’s one thing but otherwise I don’t see him letting it get to him too much.

Like hey, this is my girlfriend instead of what do you think about her if that makes sense?

But low key would still love if you got alone with his family because that’s always a good thing

Low key you wouldn’t be nervous or anxious because he isn’t nervous or anxious, so that would keep you pretty relaxed about it all

Justin

Going off the fact that he has a child I feel like he would be the one it is most important to.

Like if that little one didn’t like you, goodbye

But if we pretend for this case that he doesn’t have a child then I think it would be similar to Ryan

He’d be pretty relaxed, excited for sure that you mean enough to meet them but not stressed that you are

I could see him being one where you’d meet at a restaurant instead of at home just so nobody feels pressured at his parents nor your place to make everyone feel at home and a meal everyone would like

10/10 sweetest boyfriend ever when it comes to calming down your nerves about it all.

Would make sure you know that they liked you after so that you feel welcomed and at ease.

AN: I genuinely struggled with Justin and Ryan a little bit but I tried to just go with it 🤷‍♀️ you can tell this isn’t my speciality or a subject I’m familiar with 😂

#miw head cannon #motionless in white fic #motionless in white #vinny mauro #fanfiction #bree sucks at fanfiction #motionless in white imagine #chris motionless #ryan sitkowski #justin morrow #miw #miw band

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winterchimez · 5 months

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describe your relationship with your moots using tbz ships!!

weeee i haven’t done a moot game in a while and i do miss it!! im gonna just tag the ones i talk to often so im sorry if you’re not on the list ><

@sungbeam (sangyeon & changmin)

im not saying this just cs ive assigned both of us to our biases, but yknow how sangkyu are always real sweet to each other thats us 🥺 but at the same time yall know how changmin is always hitting his hyung thats beam when she bites back 🤓 and the way how changmin always say “ah hyung!” when he gets annoyed thats beam to me when the *cough* horny thoughts are at its peak ✨ but i always imagine us as the sangkyu piggyback vid from the b-zone cs you’re my precious lil 妹妹 🥺💕

@juyeonszn (sangyeon & haknyeon)

remember when sunwoo said sanghak is the best ship in tbz, thats me and fawn periodt ✨ never in a million years would i have expected to get close to her (cs god i was admiring her works sm 🤧) but now we’re like long lost sisters 🥺 you’re the hakkie to my yeonnie, and i’ll protect you forever 🫂❤️

@from-izzy (jacob & kevin)

who would’ve thought i’d find my soulmate all the way in australia? its crazy how we went from just getting to know each other, and then finding out we have so much in common (i’d say almost 99.9999% of the things we do & enjoy) like its crazy how we’re not placed in the same continent 😤 we’re basically moonbae and nobody can tell me otherwise 💅 btw pack your bags bcs i might be able to visit you next year along with j either in mel or syd!!!

@daisyvisions (sangyeon & eric)

we all know how sangyeon basically cares for his lil baby eric 24/7 and thats daisy to me 🥺 but then we’re also super chaotic behind the scenes which also screams sangric to me LMAO trust me the day we meet irl the world would not be ready for it 😤🫂❤️

@aimeecarreros (sangyeon & hyunjae)

we just gotten close recently and omg i can’t believe i was able to click so quickly and well with elena like she’s so funny & chaotic and I LOVE IT 🤣 sangmil will forever be one of my fav ships and that’ll be me and you 🥰

@snowflakewhispers (sunwoo & eric)

my fellow SEA moot who lives so so close to where i am 🥹 its funny how we gradually got close after that sangyeon fic you dropped and the rest is history 😌 i think the way we relate to so many things is actually what made us become to close & chaotic (god i love our dms i love the mess and we singing gimme gimme more) we’re sunric fs 😘❤️

@flwoie @hanniluvi (sangyeon & jacob)

you two are literally the sweetest lil cuties ever 🥺 from supporting my work since the beginning of my journey like im floored im beyond grateful for you two always 🫂💕

@heemingyu (chanhee & changmin)

we literally have an ongoing series tgt + that way we just clicked from the start is insane. we’re newkyu. i said what i said. sana is WILD which makes me give her the side eye 24/7 but then its what made us close, and the way how newkyu are always tgt thats also me & sana 🤞🏻

@cloverdaisies (hyunjae & haknyeon)

omg where do i even begin!! we go wayyyy back during summer when i was still in EU and when i found out we live literally next to each other i was just????? im sad i didn’t get to know you earlier cs i would’ve come visit you when i was there!! but i promise i will do everything i can to come back UK one day fs (i said what i said so dont come for me again vajfbrnrhrjd) you’re literally hyunjae. sweet but also likes to tease & like seeing me lose my shit 🙄 but i love hyunjae so that also means i love you so i’ll let it pass 💚

@justalildumpling (jacob & sunwoo)

ahahahaha the chaotic parent and child duo is here 🤪 j is literally the sweetest to me when we first met, only later down the line when we got closer that i found out abt her chaotic ass (but i love it so keep it coming LMAO) my little dongsaeng ilysm, i’ll always be here whenever you need me (gurl for you i’ll stay on call with you for 24 hours again 😤😤😤) counting down the days i come visit you & izzy!! 💪

@zzoguri (sunwoo & changmin)

i was debating to put jacob but then i think sunkyu works slightly better for us? pls moni is so sweet but also REALLY FUNNY AND CHAOTIC shjendnrnd i love their reactions i love going through your stories all the time cs they make me laugh 😭 and you have such a good taste in music just like changmin 🥺 you can interchange between these two and you always have a special place in my heart my moni 💜

@itsbeeble (younghoon & hyunjae)

yknow how in tv shows they put this gold light or smth with the audio for the main charas/good looking ppl lmao bsjfbekrm thats bbangmil and that would be us so yall better make way for us 😤😤😤 we’re as chaotic as the two, esp with how reese is always getting me to sleep early BUT THEN I DONT 🤓 and we’re both swifties ugh love a fellow good woman who listens to good songs 💕💕💕

@kimsohn (younghoon & eric)

its only ever since coming back to asia that i got to spend more time talking to you in the gc!! (timezone sucks in EU 😭) and god you are so funny and chaotic too lmao bandndm you’re just like eric, but then yknow how younghoon is always the first one to support and care for the maknae thats me to you 🥺❤️

honorary mentions:

@daisyvisions @aimeecarreros (the lee bros)

make way for the 3 grand sangmil girlies ✨💅 our everyday dms are always loud, chaotic, fun, and a sprinkle of msg aka sexiness 🥰✨ the day the 3 of us meet it would make history in deobiland istg watch us get a ring on our finger by the lee bros themselves bcs delulu is free and it’s the solulu 😚

@cloverdaisies @heemingyu (the kyeopmuda line)

the OG trio ✨ it went from me being moots with clo, and then sana being clo’s biggest fan, made a gc and the rest is history 😌 the 3 of us could talk for hours and often times way past our bed times (esp clo im looking at you pls fix it) just like how close kyeopmuda line is, thats also the 3 of us, we’ve always got each other’s back, and always ready to text and vc anytime 🫂 looking forward to the holidays when the 3 of us are free and we’ll vc for hours fs 😤❤️

#❄️ — asks!#🎮 — tag games!#mutuals! <3

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calcarius445 · 2 years

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Random Strawhat Pirate Hcs that live in my head rent free

For some reason, I feel like Luffy would pick all the weirdest looking pokemon he could find to be on his team, but for some reason I also see him with an Ambipom????? Don't ask me why, I couldn't tell you (Game or AU, I don't care lmao)

Usopp has a secret plushie collection and nobody can change my mind about it

Sanji is very in the know about all sorts of different types of dancing, and has various shoes to fit different styles of dancing

Zoro is the type to listen to rock and heavy metal ironically, especially when other people might be able to hear his music through his headphones. He likes a lot of different music too, but he won't let his pride step aside for other people to know

Nami has to force Luffy to take a shower, otherwise, he just won't

Sanji will genuinely get upset and pout if you ignore or don't take his compliments or flirting seriously

Franky is actually one of the best people on the ship to go to when you're having a bad day, whether you need to talk something out, just need a hug, or someone to exist with, Franky would be the one to go to.

Brook actually learned most of his songs by ear and his own songs are memorized since he never remembers to write things down

Robin is a sucker for romance novels, but none of the crew will ever know that except MAYBE Nami, who would honestly find out by accident

Chopper makes Usopp tell him a new story every night, and while they didn't ask, the other guys usually tune in before bed as well.

Sanji won't ever admit it, but he does have a soft spot for Zoro when it comes to dinner and food, making sure he has a thing of booze to go with his meal, even if they don't have a lot to spare

Nami likes being in charge of the money simply because it makes her feel like kind of an older sister type figure to the rest of the crew

Usopp is somehow the king of boardgames when it's just the guys, but easily gets his ass handed to him if Nami or Robin join UNLESS it's Monopoly

Brook likes to borrow Robin's books, and spends most of his time not playing an instrument in the aquarium lounge with said book and tea

Robin and Brook are usually drinking the same type of tea, so they don't have to brew two different types at a time.

Franky is the least picky eater on the ship aside from Luffy (who honestly doesn't count when it comes to food)

Zoro and Chopper are big and little brothers your honor. YOU CANT TELL ME THEY ARENT ITS SO CUTE WATCHING ZORO CARE FOR THE LITTLE MANS

Chopper does the thing cats do with laser pointers, and I honestly wouldn't be surprised if Luffy did too

Usopp can crochet, he just rarely has the time for it

Nami not only collects riches and valuables, but pretty rocks as well, valuable or not

These are all the ones I could think of at the moment and if I don't post this and shut off my computer now there is literally no chance I'll wake up in time for work tomorrow ^^;

#my hcs #one piece hcs #one piece #straw hats pirates #one piece strawhats #straw hats x reader #luffy #zoro #nami #usopp #sanji #chopper #robin #franky #brook

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ala-baguette · 1 month

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Just finished reading Knowing Where to Look, what a beautiful piece of fiction!! Congrats on finally finishing it, you must feel very accomplished :)

... and if you ever feel inspired to write a whole fic about Ben Harrows, the love of my life, nobody will try to stop you 😂

There is no surer form of flattery than someone telling me they love one of my OCs even one tiny iota as much as they love the canon characters. Thank you! While a whole fic about Ben Harrows is unlikely (tempting, but that would be a rather niche target audience), I have no doubt Ben will have a few cameos in future fics here and there. I love him too much to say a true goodbye to Ben. However...while not exactly a fic, what I can offer you now is an excerpt from my initial outline (circa 2009) containing the character analysis and (rather depressing) backstory I wrote for Ben. Definite KwtL spoilers, so if you have not read it, proceed at your own risk!

Ben, at first glance appears to be a highly open, out-going, fun-loving sort of individual who says what he thinks. He is all goofy smiles and wit and charm and is loved by everyone who meets him. The truth of the matter is, however, in certain areas, Ben is quite the reverse from what people think. Early on, he discovered subconsciously or otherwise, that if he was loquacious and friendly, those around him received the impression that he had told them everything, and thus they did not bother to look deeper. If he talked about the insignificant enough, they forgot to ask about the significant. There are certain aspects of his life which he discusses with no one. He is, in reality, extremely private when it comes to these things. This is a product of his upbringing and, of course, past trauma.

Ben, born ‘Brian O’Harrow’, was born in Belfast in 1972. He is, in the technical definition of the word, Muggle-born, however, he was never ignorant of magic.

Ben’s mother, Fiona, was the younger sister of a Muggle-born wizard, Eamon O’Callaghan. Growing up, Fiona and Eamon were very close and Eamon was very protective of his little sister. Fiona, therefore, heard all about the magical world and everything that happened at Hogwarts whenever her brother came home for the holidays.

Fiona left her family home in Cork to attend university in Belfast when she was eighteen. There she met Kevin O’Harrow. They fell in love, married, and settled down together in Belfast and had Ben a few years later. This was, unfortunately, just as the Troubles were gearing up. Kevin was young, idealistic, and nationalistic—he was eager to be in the thick of things at this time, but Fiona was much more reticent and worried about her small family’s safety. As the violence escaladed, she frequently suggested they move back to Cork, but Kevin was insistent they stay.

Ben began displaying signs of magic at a young age, and Fiona immediately recognised it for what it was. At Fiona’s urging, Eamon, who had no partner or children of his own, came to settle down in Belfast to be near his sister and to support Ben. Fiona promoted a strong connection between her son and her brother; knowing Ben would eventually enter the wizarding world, she wanted him to have someone to go to with any problems that she knew she and Kevin would be ill equipped to help him with.

Meanwhile, the first war against Voldemort was underway. Eamon, as a Muggle-born now had a target on his back. He was very idealistic and considered himself to have less to lose than most; he took it upon himself to do everything in his power to waylay the Death Eaters, working largely independently, loath to put anyone else at risk. Even so, Fiona found herself trapped between two very separate wars without really being a part of either. She lived in constant fear for her family and especially Ben who straddled these two worlds, both of which were full of danger for him.

Heedless of his sister’s warning, Eamon continued his quiet rebellion. When Ben was six years old, Eamon snuck into a Death Eater gathering place and stole some parchments detailing meeting times, locations, and certain members. As he made his escape, however, he was seen and recognised by someone with whom he had gone to Hogwarts.

The Death Eaters had recently acquired a new recruit, a young boy, only seventeen years old. They decided that it would be a good and relatively simple test to send the boy to kill Eamon and retrieve these documents. Eamon, however, was not at home when the young Death Eater broke into his flat—something the Death Eater was quite relieved about, though he wouldn’t have admitted it. He set about ransacking the place, searching everywhere he could think of for the papers, secretly hoping that he could find them quickly and return them to his colleagues before Eamon came home and that maybe they would forget about the whole killing part of the assignment.

Fiona, who had been passing nearby Eamon’s flat at the time with her son in tow, decided to stop in and say hello to her brother and see if he might be available to watch Ben while she did some shopping as a six-year-old really does slow down the process. After going up the stairs to Eamon’s flat and letting herself in, she followed the sounds of rummaging coming from her brother’s study. When the door opened, the young Death Eater, on high nerves, whipped around and let loose a Killing Curse without even looking to see who it was.

When he saw what he had done, the young Death Eater was horrified. He stood there and stared at the young woman he had just murdered in cold blood and her six-year-old son who was kneeling on the floor looking confused and in shock, still holding her hand. It was the first person Regulus Black had ever killed and it was the first in a line of occurrences that would eventually turn him to give his life to destroy a horcrux. Regulus ran from the house, determined to tell the Death Eaters that the parchment wasn’t in there. Eamon later came home to find his sister dead on the floor and Ben still beside her, still holding her hand.

Kevin O’Harrow did his best to raise his son after that. He loved Ben very much, but he was well beyond depressed after the death of his wife. He was detached and no longer seemed to be able to muster the energy to show his son how much he cared, something he knew Ben needed to see. After a few months, Kevin realised he couldn’t give his son what he needed, and he sent Ben to live with his Uncle Eamon. Kevin, in turn, channelled his anger deeper into the Northern Ireland conflict, diving into the fight for his country’s independence.

Eamon was also crushed by the death of the sister he had loved so much, most in particular because he was convinced it was his fault. He took his responsibilities toward Ben very seriously, however. He was determined to raise and love him like a son and to do everything in his power to make it up to his sister. He immediately cut off his risky, anti-Death Eater life style, but quickly realised it was too late; he had already made a name for himself as being outspoken against Voldemort. War ranging on both sides, he decided to take Ben away and go into hiding. Eamon tried to convince Kevin to go with them, but Kevin insisted that “Ireland was the only thing left in my life that’s worth fighting for.” These words Ben would carry with him for the rest of his life.

Eamon took Ben to England where a friend from school had offered him a safehouse. Fearful of public perception of the Irish, he anglicized Ben’s name and taught him to speak with an English accent. Eamon cared and loved Ben like his own son and did everything in his power to ensure he had a safe and happy childhood going forward. Knowing the risks to Muggle-borns, Eamon even had forged documents drawn up to claim Ben was his biological son. It was these documents that would later save Ben in the second war when the Death Eaters started their purge at the Ministry.

A year after going into hiding, Voldemort was defeated by the Boy Who Lived and the political climate began to calm, at least in the wizarding world, if not so much in the Muggle one. Eamon and Ben emerged from hiding to discover that Kevin O’Harrow had died a few months previous in a car bomb explosion. Reports from those who knew him suggested that he had been intentionally putting himself in danger for quite some time.

The years passed and Eamon did as he had promised and raised Ben as a son, supporting him through his years at Hogwarts and later through his Auror training. A year and a half after Ben qualified as an Auror, Eamon O’Callaghan passed away unexpectedly from a heart attack. Ben mourned him like he would a father, but was grateful that he had lived long enough to see what Ben had become.

At the time of this story, Ben is now twenty-six years old, only having qualified to be an Auror five years previous, not long before Tonks. He has no political aspirations and is included in the initial meetings at Grimmauld Place merely as a body guard. He was chosen because Kingsley has worked with him in the past, trusts him, and quite simply, likes him.

Since qualifying, Ben has been discretely using his connections as an Auror to discover the identity of the Death Eater who was responsible for the death of his mother. The trauma-clouded memories of a six-year old boy, however, did not prove enough, and he never found out anything more about it. Until the evening in the Black family home when he stumbled upon an old photograph of Regulus Black. I want you to understand the turmoil in his mind at learning that the man he had spent the past twenty years hating had, in fact, reformed and given his life to help defeat Voldemort.

Early on, I had a lot of questions about why he (and other characters) stayed at the Ministry even after it fell, and to that I will say this: While very idealistic, he is also practical. Eamon was careful to teach him this, learning from his own mistakes. Ben is as influenced by his trauma in the first war as Gawain is, though in a different way. Moreover, with Eamon gone, Ben has no family and, while many friends, none who would risk their lives for him if he were to get on the wrong side of the Death Eaters. That is not to say he didn’t find his own ways to fight back. Remember Yaxley’s raining office in “Magic is Might” DH? That was all him.

And, as a bonus, here's an AI generated image that very roughly looks like the Ben in my head, for those interested. Very roughly... this bloke is a little too classically handsome for my liking, but AI can only seem to manage handsome or deranged and nothing in between.

#harry potter fanfiction #ocs #knowing where to look #writing process #character building #character analysis #backstory #somebody please give him a hug #poor bloke caught between the first wizarding war and the northern ireland conflict

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dr-spencer-reids-queen · 5 months

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House on Fire: Final Part

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~1.8k

Summary: Fire burns everything including energy, but when an unsub uses fire to murder dozens, you feel each and every one of those deaths.

Warnings: canon violence, canon language, canon talk of death, methods of kill

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Criminal Minds. All credit goes to their respective owners. If there are any warnings that exceed the normal death/kills from the show, I will list them. If you’ve seen the show, then it’s the same level of angst unless otherwise stated

Hotch and Rossi come back from the hospital, and you give him the basic rundown of what Penelope found out. They come back with an older man that they must have found at the hospital. His name is Dr. Rawlings, and he knows everything about everyone in this town. He's the doctor that people went to when they had any kind of problems both physically and emotionally.

"The bartender said that Jason stopped by the bar at the same time each day to pick up the cash and take it to the bank, which would have made him an easy target for anyone who knew his schedule," Rossi points out.

"I don't get all this," Chief Carlson says. "Jason was a good man. It may sound corny to you, but everybody loved him."

"Two days ago, Jason married Tina."

"She told me about that yesterday," Dr. Rawlings says. "All the tragedies made them not want to wait. It's a damn shame."

"What can you tell us about Tina's brother, Tommy?" Hotch asks.

"Tommy? Nobody's seen him around here in more than ten years."

"We think they might have but didn't recognize him. If he left ten years ago, he looks completely different than before, and he'd make sure to go unnoticed."

Penelope calls at the right time with more information on Tommy.

"Okay, from what I gathered, Tommy and Tina moved to Royal when he was five. Dr. Rawlings was his pediatrician. Apparently, early medical records indicated Tommy may have been emotionally unbalanced."

"Tommy was a little unstable. His parents dying brought that out," Dr. Rawling defended.

"Granted, I don't have a medical degree, but my guess is that watching his parents die in a fire didn't help Tommy's emotional well-being."

"What about Tina? How did the fire affect her?" Derek asks the doctor.

"Tina wasn't as damaged by it as he was. She adjusted more quickly. She was Tommy's lifeline."

"She was more than that. In a situation like this with no parents, a new environment, and grandparents probably too old to take care of them, Tina became Tommy's whole world. She was his sister, mother, and family. They were close enough that Tina distorted Tommy's love map. The way an individual gives or receives love is established by the age of six. With the death of the parents, Tommy's love map revolved exclusively around Tina, didn't it?"

"Yeah, it was like they were in their own little world. By the time they were eight, they even had their own language. It was a bit disturbing," the chief says.

"So, what happened?"

"What do you think happened? People talked. It's the only real occupation in Royal," Penelope scoffs.

"There were rumors that Tommy and Tina were too close. Nothing was ever confirmed, though. After the rumors started, things got ugly. People pointed fingers and Tommy got expelled from school."

"Based on nothing but hearsay," Penelope argues.

"Not true. The school had cause."

Penelope's anger is so strong that you can feel it through the phone. If you're being honest, you're getting a bit angry yourself, and it's not just Penelope making you feel that way.

"No, they didn't. I spoke to his teacher. She told me how the whole school and the whole town turned against him based on nothing but a rumor. She also told me another rumor. In this one, fourteen-year-old Tommy was beaten within an inch of his life by adults. Grown men."

"I didn't hear about it until after the fact. There was nothing I could do," the Chief responds.

"Broken bones and a punctured lung. All because of a rumor."

"Garica--"

Hotch tries to get her to stop but the Chief and Penelope keep going at it.

"I couldn't go after anyone based on only my suspicions. Nobody was talking about it, not even Tommy. I spoke to his grandparents and told them what to do."

"Yeah, they moved Tommy to a Colorado boarding school and cut off all ties between him and his sister. It was as if Tommy never even existed."

"It was for the best. They would have killed him."

You have to give Penelope credit. She's very bold to talk to a fire chief like that, and you're here for it.

"If what Garcia said is true, then this town's actions went a long way toward making Tommy who he is. We need to talk to Tina."

"I'll take you to her house."

When you get to Tina's house, you discover that the front door is wide open, and she is nowhere to be found. You have a feeling Tommy got to her before you could. When Hotch sees this, he starts calling her work to see if she's there. You head inside with your guns drawn but since there is no one home, there is no need for protection.

"Tina didn't show up for work," Hotch says.

"I found her cell phone," Derek says and holds it up.

"Do you think it was Tommy?"

"Yes. Put an APB for Tommy and Tina. Close all roads in and out of Royal."

"No, no, he loves her. He wouldn't hurt her," the chief panics.

"He will if she rejects him."

You take out your phone and call Penelope to see if there is more information on where Tommy might have taken Tina.

"Hey, Pen, is there anything else you can grab off Tommy and Tina? Anywhere where they loved to go together?"

"According to his former teacher, Tommy enrolled in the boarding school under the name Thomas Boren. That's his dead mother's maiden name. I tracked down his records, and he was at that school for half a year before he landed in juvie where he resided for the next three years. His psych evals during his stay were less than stellar. So, how mad do you think he is?"

"If I were him, I'd be pretty mad. Pen, the whole town turned against him."

"No, not him, Hotch. I mean, he did tell me to dig, right? So I dug. Granted, I'm not supposed to have direct contact with the public or purport myself as an FBI agent. Okay, I'm definitely not supposed to accuse someone of a felony or even a misdemeanor, especially when I don't have any actual evidence. Oh, God. I did just what they did. I based everything on a rumor. I got sucked right in. I didn't mean to. I--"

"Penelope, I love you, but stick to Tommy."

"Right, sorry. He was released from juvie when he was sixteen. That's when the trail goes cold."

"You couldn't find him?"

"No, I said the trail went cold, I didn't say it disappeared. This is the part I'm actually good at. Whatever he did in the interim remains a mystery, but at the age of twenty-one, Thomas Boren re-emerged in Franklin, Indiana. That's three hundred miles away from Royal. Mr. Boren purchased copious amounts of gasoline two months ago. It's not unusual to do it in Indiana, but Mr. Tommy Wheeler slash Boren didn't own a farm."

"That's when the nuisance fires happened."

"Yes. After his little spending spree, that's when the trail goes cold and I can't find him."

"Okay. Let us know if there is anything else."

"Roger Dodger."

If there is no sign of Tina and Tommy, and there is no way to find out where he might have taken Tina, then you need to ask someone else who knows them personally. Once Hotch heard what Penelope had to say, he brought in the Chief and Dr. Rawlings in hopes they might be able to help.

"Okay, we've locked down the town and put out a statewide alert. So far, nothing," the chief says.

"Where in Royal would Tommy take his sister? It's likely to be a place that's important to both of them. Maybe a place that they went to together as kids."

"I don't know," Dr. Rawlings shrugs. "The only place I can think of Is their grandparents' old house, but that was torn down years ago."

"That's not gonna help us."

"I've got pictures of her with the grandparents and friends. Nothing with Tommy," Emily says as she sifts through Tina's belongings.

"Garcia was right. After he was sent away, Tommy no longer existed, not even as a memory." You head back into the house and to Tina's bedroom where there has to be some sort of records for her brother. If they were as close as Penelope and Dr. Rawlings say they were, then she wouldn't let him go so easily. After a quick search under the bed, you find a box where she kept letters she's written to Tommy. "I found Tommy, or what she had left of him." You search through the box and find an invitation to a school dance from 1998. "Hotch, I think we have something here." You hand the invitation to the Chief. "What dance is this?"

"The Spring Formal. They hold it every year at the community center."

"This is from May of 1998, just before Tommy was beaten and forced out of town. Is this dance something Tommy and Tina would have gone to?"

"It's a big event. All the kids go even if they don't have formal dates."

"Would they have gone together?"

"Absolutely."

Now you have a lead. If they aren't at the community center, then you have no idea where he would have taken Tina. Luck is on your side because when your team gets there, Tina and Tommy can be heard arguing from inside the ballroom.

"You belong with me!" Tommy yells.

"No, I don't! No, I don't! Please! Let me go!" Tina begs.

Your team and the Chief walk in with guns pointed right at him, and you discover that they're both standing in the middle of the room with a gas can at their feet. The entire floor around them is covered in gasoline, and Tommy has a matchbook in his hands.

"Tommy, let her go! Let her go!"

"No!" Tommy lights one of the matches and threatens to drop it into the puddle of gasoline. "I'll burn the whole town down."

"No, you won't, not if you love her. Look at her, Tommy." He doesn't. "Look at her. If you really love her, then let her go."

"Please, Tommy," Tina cries.

"You don't want to hurt her, son," Rossi says gently.

"I love you," Tommy says to her.

"I know."

The match burns out in his hand, so when he drops it to the ground, the gasoline doesn't ignite. That's his sign of letting go, and Derek moves in to arrest him. Tina jumps over the gasoline to where you and Emily are, and Derek slaps handcuffs on her brother. You have no clue what their relationship was like, but if he'd go this far to make sure no one can be with her, then he has some sick view of who his sister is to him.

Half of the team falls asleep on the way back home, but you and Spencer are ready for another game of chess. You take out the board you stashed in your go-bag and set it in front of him with a grin.

"I want a rematch, Reid."

"I'm okay with winning again," he shrugs playfully.

You lightly kick him underneath the table and grin happily.

"Yeah, you wish."

"I have loved to the point of madness; That which is called madness, that which to me, is the only sensible way to love." - Francoise Sagan

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tangyangie · 1 year

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Hey can I have Monoma as a childhood friend of fem!reader who is a year younger so Monoma acts like an older brother to her?

» as your big brother..

description: monoma x fem!reader, who's like a little sister to him

OMGOMG thank you for the first request

i'm gonna assume that this is platonic, but if that's not what you meant just tell me and i'll write another!!

right off the bat, you guys were inseparable.

constant play dates, saving the cat out of the tree, and endless teasing for whoever was shorter at the time.

monoma would always ruffle your hair, and at restaurants, he would make sure your got your extra pickles on your burger (or none at all)

one time, you swore you almost heard your parents refer to monoma as 'your brother'.

once you both got into middle school, he would constantly lead you around, telling you where you would need to go, what you would need to do, where the bathrooms were, and so on.

he would wake you up through your window with those little cup phones so that you can wouldn't be late (i wanted one of those phones so bad when i was little)

you were always comparing your scores on tests, and whoever lost had to do the others' chores for a whole day. yes, that's right, you were over often enough at each others' house that even doing the others' chores was considered normal.

when it was time to apply for high school, you obviously both applied to UA. and, when you both got in, you were ecstatic.

"monoma, look!! we made it!!"

"what class are you in??"

"let me see.. class 1A!"

"oh.. i got class 1B." he had an annoyed look on his face.

almost giggling, you gave him a pat on the back. "don't worry, you're still at my level!" you teased.

"what makes you say that i'm not past your level?!" he retorts, with a smile on his face.

he tackled you easily, but you both ended up laughing as you struggled to tickle each other to death.

once you'd arrive in UA, he'd make sure people would respect you.. although nobody seemed to take him seriously.

when he'd go on and on about how class 1A sucks, he always leaves you out of his insults, and makes sure to give you a pat on the head and say, "everyone but y/n sucks!!" then he'd go on another spiral about 1A and why bakugo sucks and doesn't ever seem to stop until you give him a smack on the head and he collapses.

otherwise, you two enjoyed your time in UA together!!

you and him would eat lunch together and talk about grades, or classes, or whatever else came up.

you were both quite competitive when it came to battles between class 1A and class 1B.

sticking your tongue out constantly at one another, goofing off, and being told to sit down and shut up by bakugo, which only led to you both bothering him even more. much to monoma's amusement, you never seemed to refuse annoying bakugo.

in your off time together, you'd hang out with each other until your parents called you back home.

the girls in 1A noticed this, and asked why you were so close with him.

"he's my brother!" you'd reply simply.

"you guys look nothing alike!" mina groaned.

"well, that's how it feels to me. and everyone else in my family."

and yes, one time monoma did in fact stroll into the dorms looking for his sister. everyone would be clueless, and then you'd jump out and ruffle his hair as he gives you a light punch in the arm.

one additional thing-- he'd totally drive you around everywhere once he gets a car.

you have a quirk that you can get around easily with already? he doesn't care.

you want boba? get in.

wanna go to the mall? in you go.

he'd drive by any class 1A kids, honk at them, and laugh at them for needing to walk.

obviously not you!! except sometimes he would laugh and stick his tongue out at you before telling you to hop in the car.

notes: i'm so sorry this took so long!! i woke up at lunch and was busy all day :(( but i hope you enjoyed it cause it was really fun to make!! i don't have an older brother but i do have a sister and i gave him some similar traits, so hopefully that makes him kinda-sorta realistic.

also sorry i haven't posted anything in like two weeks i've been working on something but it's taking so much longer than i thought 😭😭

anyways thank you so much anon for requesting!!

#monoma #monoma neito #older brother #monoma mha #mha #bnha #my hero academia #i'm crying #platonic #platonic monoma #idk what else to put here #screaming in the void #and the void screams back #first request #first anon #i want a big brother #how do you tag #boku no hero academia #reader fic

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kariachi · 29 days

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Guess what I've been working on all damn day- fic! 4500 words of a day in Kwarrel's childhood.

Warning: A good part of why he ended up where he did is because of abuse in the family, extended and otherwise, so...

He was comfortable. The mattress just hard enough, his position perfect, Jaja curled up on his belly. Any sunlight coming in the window hadn’t made it all the way to his bed, and with the electric lights still off slipping back into sleep was as easy as

“Suthryen!” A sharp kick to his leg jolted his eyes open, glaring slow death at Ungyov.

“Give me collarfoot why don’t you,” he hissed, their voices low enough to not wake their younger siblings. She just gave him a nasty smile.

“That’s an idea, then you can spend all your days with Grandpa.” His frown twisted at the thought. “Get up, you heard Dad, he wants you to go to the garden.”

“Yeah, I heard him.” Swinging a hand in her direction, still too groggy to put in the effort to get a proper hit in, he glared at her back as she rolled her eyes and walked away. Once she’d returned to her bed and began getting herself ready for the day, he heaved a sigh and slowly sat up. Jaja croaked his aggravation at all the disturbances, but didn’t fight as he was lifted up and set back down on the mattress. “I don’t like this any more than you do, grandfather.”

The old prout didn’t go back to sleep, giving a long stretch and settling in to chew at claws and greying scales as his favored owner cracked open the chest at the foot of his bed and blindly yanked out a shirt and pair of pants. He didn’t even bother to get out of bed to dress, shucking and replacing pajamas while sat there. His sister’s wadded pajamas nearly nailed him when he rolled onto his back to swap pants, only taking as much care as needed not to squish Jaja.

“Nobody needs that on display.”

“I have to look at your face all day, you can look at my butt for a minute.” Rolling back into a sitting position, he grabbed the pajamas and threw them back at her, giving a little huff when she dodged. Between her narrowed eyes and frown, he could tell she wanted to stomp her feet at him, and smirked at the knowledge she wouldn’t risk waking the others.

The bathroom was large enough for them to not be falling over each other as they washed their faces, brushed their teeth, tended manes. One of the benefits of being the oldest at home was only having to share with each other in the early morning hours, and while they stood as far apart as they could, it didn’t stop them savoring the peace and space for as long as they could get away with it.

As long as he could get away with it. While Ungyov fiddled with makeup she wasn’t supposed to have for another year, he made his way down the hall with Jaja at his heels. Passed the children’s room, passed winter storage, to slip inside the adults’ rooms. He was careful as he opened the door, and rewarded for that caution by the sight of his eldest grandmother and youngest brother still asleep in their respective beds. Quietly, he made a straight path through and to his father and grandfather’s room. Setting Jaja on his father’s bed, he grabbed the basket from it’s hook, the key to the garden from its hiding place, and used the latter to slip out the door into the courtyard.

Without a thought his legs carried him to the rimih shed, the long-legged things flapping their wings and giving chattering calls as they rushed from out among the lush blue foliage to crowd around his ankles.

“I know, I know, bright morning to you too,” he said, finally able to speak normal as he did a quick headcount. Satisfied everyone was there, he hooked up the water faucet against the shed and turned it on. Either his father or grandfather would come out after breakfast to shut it off again, when the system had watered the plants that needed it daily and filled the rimih’s trough with it clean and fresh. Some of the flock split off, attracted by the flow of water, but the rest continued to crowd as he rounded the coop to the feed bin. There were only so many pests in the garden, even in midsummer, with the drain leading out passed the house and the open sky above it, and so he made sure the scoop of dried meat scraps he cast out onto the ground for them was heaping. With them suitable distracted, he was able to slip inside the shed and grab the morning’s eggs without having to kick anybody aside.

After that it was a simple matter of walking around the garden and grabbing things for breakfast. Some leafy greens, some fresh fruit. It was past the season for the good flowers, or for green twigs, but he grabbed a few handfuls that hadn’t turned all woody yet, and snuck a few late blooms for himself since no one was there to see. A large squash that seemed ready to go was contemplated before being cut from its vine with his pocket knife. A final look around the courtyard, the child-painted walls and well-loved plants, pulled him towards one of the berry bushes. His grandfather’s favorite, he cut free a small branch heavy with fruit and dropped it into the basket before picking up the squash and heading inside.

“Morning Su.”

“Suthryen.”

“Morning.” Shoulders tense, he nodded to his father and grandfather as he entered the kitchen, Jaja trailing behind, taking in the scent of breakfast cooking. The smell of roasting tubers, squash, spices and herbs, were a balm after making his way through the living area. After the admonishments one of his mothers had given him from where the women and Ungyov watched the news for grabbing the squash when it was too late in the morning to cook it properly for breakfast.

“A nice selection,” his father said with a smile as Suthryen set the squash on the counter and held up the basket for inspection. The eggs in particular seemed tiny in his large hands as he moved them onto the counter, alongside the greens. “Could you peel the good parts from these twigs and pit some fruit for the kids?”

Something in his gut leapt and roiled all at once at not being in that group, but he nodded with a “Yes, sir” as he picked a spot out of the way of the proper cooking going on. The fruits would be quick, only a few needed pitting, so he stacked the twigs on the counter in front of him to start with. Pocketknife in hand, he began to shave the parts soft enough to chew into a pile, proust curled up on his feet. Easy, methodical work, and he was a good chunk of the way through before his grandfather dropped a hot pan loaded with a variety of thin sliced tubers not far from him. He couldn’t help but jump at the clatter, turning to face the old man’s frown.

“You still can’t peel twigs right?” Stepping aside, ignoring Jaja’s croaking, Suthryen put up no resistance in spite of the burning in his gut as twig and knife were all but snatched from his hands. In a single, smooth motion his grandfather peeled a long, curling strip away, a sharp contrast to the shorter, irregular strips he’d managed. Even with aging joints he finished the twig quickly and easily, all but slamming the knife on the counter when he was done. “It’s not difficult.”

“Buxun,” his father cut in in a tone closer to pleading, “he’s still young.”

“He,” his grandfather said with a huff, “is already twelve. Nearly a man and he can’t even peel twigs.” He ground his teeth against his temper as the old man shook his head. “You keep coddling your boys like this and they’re going to be useless in the caravans. Why do you think the older two haven’t been back? Shunted off to some other group at the first chance, I’d bet money.”

As if anyone would come back. He was sure his older brothers had gone as far as they could as soon as they could, just as he planned to do once his fifteenth came. Still, he wasn’t quite fool enough yet to speak his mind, or give in and kick his grandfather’s cane out from under him, merely retrieving his knife and returning to his work, trying his best to get to long strips that were expected of him.

A quick glance at his father showed him turned silently back to the stove.

His younger siblings were playing when he went to get them ready for the day, but quickly fell in line once he walked in. Toys were put away, clothes changed, faces and hands washed, teeth and manes brushed. Zimily was still favoring his wrist, and rushed to steal Maine’s seat when they arrived for breakfast. There was a hushed argument between the two before a grandmother growled at them to both sit down.

Suthryen couldn’t bring himself to do much more than roll his eyes as Maine settled into their brother’s normal seat beside him. So Zimi was avoiding him, maybe now he’d finally learn not to mess with his stuff.

Breakfast was normal. A puree with nut butter for the grandparents and little Naeigyn, and with caramelized nuts for the rest of the family. The youngest also got to share in the soft-cooked eggs with greens, though his came with cheese. All the children got cheese, dense blocks that showed no sign of having melted during frying and that squeaked under knife and between teeth, from Maine all the way to Ungyov, who face screwed up at the sight of it.

“I’m grown enough,” she griped, “I don’t need dairy anymore.” As she said it, she pushed the platter down closer to the younger children, earning a glare from one of their mothers.

“You are a child,” she said in a tone that brooked no argument, “and a skinny one at that.” Standing, she reached down the table to spear a block and drop in intently onto Ungyov’s plate. “You need to put on weight, or are you intending your sister and cousins to put in all the work charming a man?” Though she continued to frown, she hunched her shoulders and turned back to her plate, listlessly piling twig shavings and roasted tubers like it might hide the offending product.

“No, ma’am.”

A normal breakfast of the adults and Ungyov talking about the news and weather and plans for the day while the younger children discussed what school would hold and Suthryen kept an eye on his siblings and a hand on the prout in his lap lead into everyone who would leave the house gathering their things. School books, work gloves, hats, and a pack lunch for Muhnea’s mother specifically, who didn’t intend to come home for the meal. Everything he would need, a few things his younger siblings would need, and a few leftover pieces of fruit made their way into his pockets before the front door opened like a floodgate and the family spilled out onto the street.

While their mothers headed towards the river, he and his siblings headed for the next neighborhood over. School beckoned, whether they liked it or not. Opinions varied wildly, even just in their own household, nonetheless as they started acquiring cousins. All the herd’s school-aged children, all heading in the same direction to the same location.

“Kwarrel!” A weight lifted off his shoulders as Ausom stumbled to a stop at his side, punching his shoulder as he did. Taking a quick look around found Fadesi not far behind, herding two of his own younger siblings to catch up.

“Hey,” he called as he reached them, his own little herd joining Suthryen’s as both his older cousins jostled him. “What are the chances by maths teacher died overnight.”

“Probably pretty low,” Suthryen said, patting his shoulder in consolation.

“I don’t want to take this test,” Fadesi groaned. “I couldn’t even study last night, it was chaos at home!” Suthryen nodded his understanding, he only had five siblings at home, but poor Fadesi had seven, including another toddler and a sister too young for school, and you could tell their mothers were siblings. Ausom, meanwhile, just grinned at them, checking to see if anyone was paying attention before shuffling a few steps closer to them.

“So, you’d be happy to skip with me then?” The other boys were quiet for a moment.

“What did you do?” Huffing, Ausom pulled himself up straight and stared them down. It didn’t really work.

“I didn’t do anything,” he declared, then relaxed, leaning in again. “My sister was part of that mine inspection, and she says they might have found some decent veins the last herd left behind.” Eyes going wide, Suthryen and Fadesi went from keeping at least one eye on their younger siblings to giving their cousin their full attention.

“And?”

“And it’s still not guarded yet,” he continued. “If there’s some good gems in there we could make our own beads.” A tempting argument, as they walked along with wooden beads and simple embroidery on their clothes. For all their herd primarily made beads the vast majority of the nice ones- out of gems and metal pulled out of the river and off the mountain- were sold to neighboring herds and passing caravans. The very idea of having something so fancy was enough to have Suthryen fingering the patterns along his shirt’s hem.

“Are you sure nobody is watching it,” Fadesi asked, and Ausom nodded.

“Yeah! They’re still arguing about whether it’s worth the effort!” He checked again, still grinning. “Nobody’s paying attention, we slip off, fill our pockets, and we’ll be set!” Slip off- Suthryen looked at the rest of the crowd, his younger siblings, then shared a look with Fadesi. Ausom’s older brother hadn’t left yet, but they were the oldest boys at home and they knew exactly what would happen if they left their younger siblings to walk without them.

“We’ll go when we get to the school,” Suthryen said, full of the knowledge that Fadesi was young enough to argue with and he was big enough not to. Face falling, Ausom groaned.

“Seriously?”

“We’d to be able to walk to school tomorrow,” Fadesi added, and between the two of them Ausom huffed, but didn’t push the matter.

“When are we going to get our own school, anyway,” he grumbled. “I’m sick of walking to a whole other neighborhood just so somebody else’s aunts can tell me what to do.”

“Acuni’s working on that, isn’t she,” Fadesi asked, turning to Suthryen, who nodded.

“Yeah, once she done in school she’s gonna be a teacher.” Huffing, Ausom rolled his eyes and got a hard sock to the arm for it. Nobody outside the household got to roll their eyes at his siblings.

“I don’t think one teacher’s going to do much,” he said, rubbing what would surely be a bruise as he stepped away from Suthryen and his glare. “What would we even do with just one?”

“Teach the boys at least,” Faderi said. “Grandmother Miehu hates that we keep having to leave the neighborhood, calls it ‘bachelor behavior’.” All three of them huffed at that, Suthryen kicking harshly at the dirt beneath his feet.

“Almost want to go to class now.”

As planned, while everyone else was heading into the school the three of them held back and slipped away, backtracking for home and beyond it to the mine. Quite the long walk, easily four, five times longer than just getting to school in the first place, but perfectly manageable for three young boys with adventure and small riches in front of them. Manageable and worth it to be stood in front of the big opening to the mine, fiddling with the lock on the fence. How had none of them come prepared for a lock? How had Ausom not come prepared for a lock?

“How long is this going to take,” Faderi asked, leaning against the fence while Ausom continued to fail at breaking in. Suthryen was in the process of looking around the area, maybe find another way inside. “Kwarrel and I need to be back at the school before lunch.”

“It’s not my fault you guys are scared,” Ausom said, throwing a glare at Faderi and ignoring their cousin hefting a large rock. “If you’re that worried then leave, I’m getting in here.” Glaring, Faderi pulled himself up and started-

“Hey!!”

The other boys started and turned in time for Ausom to throw himself away from the fence and barely out of the way of Suthryen slamming a rock against the lock with as much force as he could manage. In shocked silence the two watched him yank and fiddle with the old pieces of metal attaching it to the fencing, sheered mostly free from the blow. With only a few minutes forcing he’d managed to work them off, tossing the whole set to the side, pinging it off the rock. He shoved the door open, heading inside with a purposeful gait as Faderi collected himself and chased after.

“Kwarrel,” he said, “you could have taken Ausom’s head off!”

“I warned him.”

“A little more next time, please.” Rolling his eyes at the pleading, Suthryen continued like he hadn’t heard.

“You broke my knife,” Ausom called as he ran in, glaring when Suthryen turned around.

“What, worried,” he asked, meeting him glare for glare. “I have places to be.” For a long minute they continued glaring before Ausom tore his gaze away, digging in his pocket and pulling out a flashlight.

“I’m the one with the light, idiot,” he said, shoving his way to the front of the trio and starting further into the mine. Suthryen glared and snarled after him, Faderi slipping in between him as they followed his silhouette against the light.

The mine itself was large and old, with electric lights they didn’t even try to turn on running along the ceiling and an old cart track to one side. It also had more twists and turns than they had expected. None of them knew anything about mines, not really, and while they and many others had found ways inside over the years, they themselves had never gone very deep. There was a brief huddled discussion of how to deal with all the offshoot tunnels before they came to a general agreement to stick to the left wall going in and then the right coming out. Following the walls led them deeper and deeper into the mountainside, down various turns and crossroads.

They chatted as they went, voices low to avoid echoes that made the mine seem deeper and fuller than it was. About school, shows, games, siblings, cousins, plans for the future. Not that there were a lot of options on that last one, it was ‘stay with the caravans’ or ‘marry and raise kids’ really, but enough for a discussion and friendly teasing. Assurances that it was a good thing Faderi wasn’t interested in finding wives because he was too ugly to find decent ones. It was during this teasing, just before Faderi started kicking people, that Ausom caught a glint of something at one of the walls.

"What is it,” Suthryen asked as the three of them crowded around small patch of yellow crystals, eyes darting between the stones and Ausom. The other boy looked it over intently, handing the flashlight off to Suthryen as he motioned for Faderi’s pocketknife. With an effort that had it’s owner cringing, he used it to pry a crystal loose for better inspection.

“It is… andalusite,” he declared with all the confidence of someone who shouldn’t have been so confident, but was surrounded by people who somehow knew less than him, and so could get away with it. The others ‘ooo’ed appropriately, and since Faderi was knifeless, Suthryen handed him the flashlight while he pulled out his own. Together, he and Ausom set to work on the cluster of crystals with their knives and the occasional nearby rock.

While far from experts, between the two of them they managed a solid handful of little yellow stones that Faderi counted out into three equal piles as they went. They were downright tiny things, but still the boys took several minutes twisting them back and forth in the light to watch them shine and talking about where they would use them once they’d made them into proper beads. It was the topic of the walk back, a fun and fitting distraction as each walked with a hand on the right wall. Everything was success and laughter as they were briefly left blind stepping out into the light of the mid-afternoon sun.

Faderi and Suthryen froze.

“Masus ihrere sirs-!!”

They made sure to get back to the school before lessons ended for the day, and walked their younger siblings home like good older brothers, tense as springs and back ramrod straight all the while.

Suthryen’s grandmothers’ response when he got home still wasn’t for polite company.

The rimih weren’t quite stupid enough to be underfoot and Jaja was staying curled up under a shrub when his father found him in the garden, storming circles around the place in leu of tearing up paving stones and heaving them at the walls. His appearance at the door raised his hackles, just then when he wanted- Not to lick his wounds, to throw things and fight people, but his grandparents, his mothers, were all bigger and outnumbered him. If they hadn't-

“Su.” Suthryen stopped, fists clenched, as his father spoke. Long strides brought him to his side, meeting his glower with a frown and putting a cool, damp cloth to the swelling under his eye. It wasn’t the only place he was hurt, or would have bruises come morning, but he still couldn’t help but lean his head, just barely, against it. Setting a hand carefully on his shoulder, his father heaved a sigh. “What am I going to do with you?”

He bit his tongue, held back the urge to say he’d do what he always did, what he’d done in the front room. Nothing. That there was nothing to him but empty pleas and inaction. Instead, he kept his mouth shut, jaw clenched on the side that didn’t ache.

“First all the fighting, then the temper with your siblings, and now you’re running off, some days I’d swear you’re trying to get into trouble.” The words brought tears he wouldn’t let fall to his eyes, the idea that his own father- Heaving another sigh, he pulled Suthryen into a tight hug. “At least promise me you won’t go into the mines again. You boys could have gotten hurt, or trapped, and we may never have found out.”

Suthryen trembled with anger, hurt, but eventually gave a slow nod. It seemed to pull a weight from his father’s shoulders, and when he pulled away he just seemed sad. Pathetic even.

“I think,” he said, “it’s probably best your mothers don’t see you again today.” Somehow tensing even further, Suthryen gave an unfortunate nod, even as his father stroked his mane. “How about, you go run yourself a bath, and I’ll bring you dinner later. Alright?” With something that felt like regret and felt like relief, Suthryen stepped out of his reach.

“Alright.”

It was the first time in at least weeks, possibly months, that he got the bathroom to himself for more than a few minutes at a time, and Suthryen made sure to take full advantage. Drawing a nearly scalding bath, topping the water up every time it started to chill, and doing his best to relax into the heat. Especially when the yelling started at the other end of the house, not loud enough to hear but enough for Jaja to hop onto the edge of the tub where he could easily pull him into the water with him. His mothers, one of his grandmothers, little Naeigyn started sobbing at one point, a sound that travelled through the house as he was taken to the relative quiet of their parents’ quarters.

For not the first or the last time in his childhood, he was happy to be able to just pack up and go to his room rather than join everyone for dinner.

His father managed to slip in about two hours after the screaming stopped, ostensibly making his way to replace the basket in his room, and hand off a plate loaded down with two meals worth of leftovers.

“Don’t worry about getting the plate back,” he said as Suthryen stared down at the pile with mixed emotions. “I’ll handle it tomorrow.” Slowly, he nodded.

“Thanks, Dad.” His father smiled at him.

“No problem, Su. Sleep well.”

He watched the door as he slipped away, listening for the sound of his feet on brick, and the silence of nobody following. Only once he was sure he would stay alone did he tear into his food like someone who hadn’t eaten since mid-morning.

“Are you still up?”

Hours later, Suthryen started as Ungyov walked into the room, shutting off his flashlight on instinct. Logically he knew there was nothing wrong in what he was doing, thumbing through a book for growing boys he’d inherited from his older brothers, but it’d begun feeling otherwise in the past several months. As she crossed to her bed in the dark, he stowed it away in his chest and pulled his pajamas back out. She was allowed to be up over an hour longer than him and he knew from experience she wouldn’t let up until he was all tucked in at least.

“I’m just supposed to be in bed,” he said as he started changing, “the rules don’t say anything about sleeping.”

“Intent of the law, not the letter.” Other than his responding huff and the annoyed croaking of Jaja, poor old thing just couldn’t get sleep in, the room fell into a comfortable quiet. At least until Suthryen was getting his pants changed.

“You know, you won’t be able to get away with that in the caravans.”

“What do you know about the caravans?”

“That even they expect you to be civilized.” With the sound of her falling back onto her mattress, he threw a rude gesture across the room and tried to settle in himself. The space filled with the quiet shuffling of blankets and pillows, clink of a plate under a pillow knocking against tiling, the croak of a prout being picked up and set in his normal place on his owner’s belly. Stroking the animal’s back, Suthryen took and released a deep breath, eyes sliding shut.

“Hey.” Not bothering to open his eyes again- wasn’t she the one who wanted him sleeping? sisters... -he just made a curious, annoyed noise. “Are you okay?” That was all it took to make him go still, letting the words sink in and through.

“Yeah,” he lied.

“Good.” There was a hint of relief to her voice, more shuffling of covers. “Night.” Another deep breath, this time with a wobble he hoped she couldn’t hear.

“Night.”

#fanfic #kwarrel #his childhood was not happy overall #also for anyone wondering it was not andalusite #it was scapolite

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bridgertonbabe · 1 year

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Can we get a Drabble where Sophie or Benedict send william a howler after he’s done something horrendous?

William Bridgerton was tucking into his third helping of breakfast in the Great Hall, so invested in filling up the bottomless pit that was located where his stomach should have been that he paid no attention to any of the conversations happening around him between his siblings. It was also why he failed to hear his little sister's gasp as she looked up overheard upon the arrival of the owls making their morning deliveries.

"It's Clement!" she squeaked, capturing Charlie and Alex's attention as well as they clapped eyes on their father's greying owl.

"Well that can't be good." Alex remarked as Clement swooped down low - his parents only sent Clement in cases of urgency, otherwise they allowed Ember to do the honours of delivering a letter.

"What's he carrying?" Violet's wondered as she narrowed her eyes at the red object clutched in Clement's talons.

"Oh! It's a Howler!" Violet's friend, Bernadette, observed.

Charlie and Alex snapped their heads at each other, their eyes rounding with apprehension.

"Well that can't be good at all." Charlie said.

They then watched as Clement gracefully landed on the arm Charlie had proffered up to him - and then the eagle owl flung the letter off directly onto William's plate.

"Oh of course." Alex breathed a sigh of relief and visibly relaxed knowing he wasn't the one in trouble.

Amazingly, the red envelope on his plate didn't register to William and he simply moved the Howler aside to continue gorging on his breakfast muffins.

"Merlin's Beard, Will!" Charlie huffed and got a hold of the envelope and swatted his brother with it, at last grabbing his youngest brother's attention.

"Oh, that for me?" William acknowledged with a mouthful of food.

"Close your mouth when you're eating, please!" Charlie groaned as Clement accepted the nibbles Violet was offering to him.

"Cool!" William's eyes lit up. "A Howler!"

"Nope." Charlie heaved a sigh and shook his head. "Not the correct response, Will."

"Nah, this will be brilliant!" William grinned and went to open it.

"For crying out loud, William!" Alex spluttered in disbelief. "Most people when they receive a Howler take it and run so the entire school doesn't hear them receiving a bollocking! Are you seriously happy for everyone to hear your scolding?!"

William wore a devil-may-care grin and shrugged. "Hey, who doesn't like a show?"

And then he opened up the Howler and a second later his father's voice boomed across the Great Hall and captured everyone's attention.

"WILLIAM MICHAEL BRIDGERTON! WHAT WERE YOU THINKING RELEASING BLAST-ENDED SKREWTS INTO THE GIRLS BATHROOM?! DO YOU NOT POSSESS ANY SORT OF FUNCTIONING CONSCIOUS TO UNDERSTAND THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN RIGHT AND WRONG?! WHY, WHY, WHY MUST YOU INSIST ON CAUSING PROBLEMS ON PURPOSE?! WHERE IS YOUR SHAME THRESHOLD, YOUR BASIC MORALS, YOUR EMPATHY?! HOW COULD YOU ENDANGER YOUR PEERS FOR THE SAKE OF PRANK?!"

Benedict Bridgerton's admonishment continued, sounding around the hall as if being blasted through loud-speakers and while Charlie, Alex, and Violet were all red-faced from hearing their father's scolding (even though it wasn't aimed at any of them), William had a very self-satisfied grin on his face and was looking round to make sure everyone was listening to his telling off... almost like he was proud for the amount of trouble he was in with his father.

"AND QUITE FRANKLY A SATURDAY DETENTION FOR THE REST OF THE SCHOOL YEAR DOESN'T SOUND LIKE ENOUGH BUT THAT'S ALL YOU'RE GOING TO GET SINCE MOST OF YOUR TEACHERS CAN BARELY TOLERATE YOU!"

William then had the audacity to wriggle his fingers over in the direction of the teachers table, most of whom rolled their eyes and were most likely restraining from sending a rude hand gesture back to him.

"I HOPE YOU'RE PROUD OF YOURSELF, WILLIAM, BECAUSE LET ME TELL YOU SOMETHING; NOBODY ELSE IS! YOUR BROTHERS AND SISTER WON'T BE PROUD OF YOU MAKING A SHOW OF YOURSELF AND THE SAME GOES NOT JUST FOR YOUR MOTHER AND I BUT YOUR GRANDPARENTS AS WELL! ONE OF THESE DAYS YOU'RE GOING TO HAVE TO GROW UP AND REALISE YOU CAN'T GO AROUND ACTING LIKE THIS AND THE SOONER YOU LEARN THAT LESSON THE BETTER!"

The Howler then disintegrated and Charlie, Alex, and Violet all looked to William expectantly, wondering if there would be any flicker of remorse or any signs of regret - but instead William stood up on the bench and bowed to the Great Hall.

There was a gale of laughter from those who thoroughly enjoyed William's antics and Peeves floated by to voice his approval for the third year.

"Unbelievable." Charlie shook his head with despair.

"Charlie, can I take Clement to write back to dad please?" Violet asked him.

"Sure thing, Vi." he smiled and Clement was transferred from his arm to his little sister's.

Violet and Bernadette then hurried off eagerly, leaving Charlie and Alex to have a word with their remorseless brother - who was now resuming his breakfast as if nothing had even happened.

"William; dad has a point, you know." Charlie remarked.

"Yeah the lack of basic empathy is starting to become concerning." Alex agreed.

William snorted. "I have empathy."

"So you recognise that releasing the blast-ended skrewts into the girls bathroom was wrong?" Charlie asked, talking to his brother like he was a toddler instead of the thirteen year old he was.

"I recognise the action can be deemed as wrong." he countered.

"For Merlin's sake, William!" Charlie groaned.

"Look at the end of the day, I did what I did and I don't regret it." William shrugged.

"And so you just don't care at all that some of those girls ended up in the infirmary because of you?" Alex pointed out.

"Oh please, they're fine. Pomfrey sorted them out." William rolled his eyes. "And anyway, they deserved it. They were being bitches."

"William!" his brothers chorused in admonishment.

"That's no way to talk about girls!" Alex exclaimed.

"Look, I'm not being sexist or anything! I'm calling them bitches because that's what they were being; bitches."

Charlie and Alex exchanged an exasperated look.

"And how exactly were they being bitches?" Charlie pressed wearily.

Both brothers were surprised when William paused, clenching his jaw as his brow furrowed before he responded. "They were being mean."

"Oh." Charlie's annoyance with his brother immediately dropped at how suddenly sour William's mood had become - it was rare that his brother ever appeared in a mood other than jovial and completely unserious.

"Will; were they being mean to you?" Alex asked and reached a hand out across the table, offering to comfort his younger brother.

"No, not me." William tutted and then in an even bigger indicator that he was truly vexed stopped eating - even though he had yet to finish his plate.

"Well then who?" Alex enquired.

Charlie's face fell. "Will; it's not Vi, is it?" he fretted, immediately hating the thought that their little sister might have older girls picking on her and already feeling consumed with guilt for having no idea about it.

"Not Vi." William shook his head quickly. "It's Bernadette."

"Oh." Charlie and Alex sounded in response, not having expected William to mention their little sister's best friend.

"They were being really cruel to her." William explained as a rarely heard tone of bitterness laced his words. "Calling her names and mocking her. I just don't get why they would pick on her like that. She's only a first year and she's the sweetest most harmless person ever. How anyone could treat her like that is beyond me. So yeah, I don't feel any guilt for what I did. That's what they get for being horrible to someone who doesn't deserve it."

Charlie and Alex were genuinely shocked by their brother airing his grievance with the girls who up until now they had considered to be William's victims. Rarely were his pranks fuelled with any actual fire; they were only ever pulled for a laugh or to provoke a reaction out of someone. This time however, it was personal and an act of vengeance.

"Will. That's... actually very sweet of you." Charlie said.

"Yeah. I didn't realise you had pulled that because you were looking out for Bernadette." Alex nodded.

"Well yeah. I couldn't just stand back and let them get away with it. Not on my watch." William replied. "But, um, if you could keep this just between us? I don't want Bernadette to find out and feel guilty that I acted out to defend her, you know? Plus, I have a whole prankster prince reputation to uphold. I don't want everyone to think I pull pranks purely to get back at others."

"Right." Charlie nodded and suppressed an amused grin from his brother's reasoning.

"It stays between us." Alex assured him with an equally restrained smirk.

"Good. Now if you'll excuse me, I've got to go return the favour to dad." William said and got to his feet.

"Return the favour?" Alex frowned.

"In what way?" Charlie asked.

"I'm going to send a Howler back explaining all seven seasons of Riverdale to him."

"And how are you going to send him a Howler exactly?"

"Oh I nicked some from his desk because I figured at some point he'd be sending one - and probably more - to me so I had to preemptively figure out how to get back at him."

His brothers stared at him pointedly.

"It's like you want to be dad's least favourite." Charlie remarked.

"Yeah; and you're welcome."

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