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deathmetalunicorn1 · 2 months

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Ooh! Can you do like isekai cooking reader? Basically, reader died but she wasn't meant to die so soon. So, she was granted 3 wishes which is she wants to own a restaurant, she wants to lives in another universe and finally, she hoped to find a better family wherever she ends up....

And she ends up in RoR universe! I imagine the confusion when out of nowhere, a door appear in the arena, and which led to a a gorgeous restaurant being taken care of by a pre-teen reader. She serves delicious food and drinks, and also tell the RoR gods, humans fighters and Valkyries how she ends up there. And maybe a twist that she can't left her restaurant until she has a reliable guardian, which was a term set by the God or Goddess granting her wish, because she is still a child, and a child wandering around aimlessly is dangerous.

-It had started with an accident, one that took you from your life so early, you were so young, but so selfless for what you had done, saving another.

-When you passed, you had been blessed with the option to have three wishes, anything you wanted, and you couldn’t help but grin, looking so elated despite knowing that you were dead.

-And thus, your three wishes were granted, with one to come in time- but your first two were granted, as you wanted to be like the anime characters you’ve seen, wanting to go to another world, and to own your own restaurant! The third was that you wanted a family, one that kept you safe, doted on you, and loved you, as you had never had that experience before, and you so desperately wanted that.

-Your restaurant was always stocked with everything you needed, including equipment- you never had to go shopping for anything, and upstairs was an apartment, just for you, once again with everything you needed to live comfortably and happy!

-The one downside was that the deity who blessed you with these wishes made it so you were unable to leave until you found a guardian or guardians that would take care of you, as you were still a child.

-Your door appeared all around a place called Valhalla, allowing anyone to enter, gods, valkyries, and humans, and while they had no idea where this mysterious door came from, so many were stunned to see you there, a child.

-Your food was delicious, being unlike anything they had ever had before, and you handled everything, cooking, baking, and serving everyone you came through your door with a bright smile.

-That’s why it was so shocking the day of Ragnarok, before the first fight, your door appeared in the center of the arena. Those who knew the door quickly rushed to the arena, to defend you, stunning many to see gods and humans working together.

-It made them realize that they can get along, they can work together if they would just put their mind to it.

-Those who didn’t know this door approached as well, and soon all fighters for both sides, including the valkyries, questioning those who had defended the door.

-When the crowd walked in, seeing the large but still cozy looking restaurant, many of the newbies were stunned- it’s not what they had been expecting.

-You came around the corner, seeing the crowd and you beamed brightly, “Welcome to Sunshine!” seeing you there- seeing a child, many were stunned.

-Loki ran over, throwing his arms around you, spinning you around, “Y/N!!” you squealed with delight, enjoying the embrace as you beamed, “Hi Loki- you want your usual today?” he snuggled you even harder, “Of course I do~~”

-Zeus approached you next and you smiled warmly at him, bowing your head, “Welcome to Sunshine- I’m Y/N- the owner and cook!” he was stunned, hearing this, “But- but you’re so young!” your cheeks puffed up, pouting, showing your age, “I’m thirteen- I can do this!”

-Hearing this, hearing how young you were made many of them grow concerned for you, like Adam, who ruffled your hair gently, “Are you safe here? Do you have a guardian?” You shook your head to his second question, “I am safe here- this place is like a neutral zone so nobody can hurt me, and I don’t have a family if that’s what you mean.”

-You faintly heard boss music in the background, unsure of where it was coming from as many started to exude an aura of immediate adoption as you went around, giving out hot towels, ice water, and menus for those who didn’t know what they wanted, and you got to work.

-You were a pro in the kitchen, easily able to whip up meals and desserts, serving everything with a smile. The food was delicious, everything tasted so fresh, so comforting, it made many think of their younger days, of when they didn’t have to fight all the time.

-Many looked around the room, seeing gods and humans and valkyries sitting together, enjoying their meals together, it was surreal, seeing once again that peace was an option, if they were to work together.

-You were like a child when you got to step out of the door, after so many of them shouted that they were adopting you, making you collectively their child, which you didn’t mind, and you ran around the arena, having fun, finally being free.

-You told them how you had died, and that the restaurant was one of your wishes, as well as going to another world- but your last wish was to have a family, and the deity made it so you couldn’t leave your safe space unless if you had a family, which you had now.

-They were all happy to see you so happy, as now you were free and able to do as you pleased in this world, your new home, but you were still going to run your restaurant- as that’s what made so many happy, which made you happy, seeing people enjoying a good meal!

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #ror loki #ror adam #ror zeus

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samodivaa · 11 months

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Heeeey ❤️ Would you do an imagine where Y/N is Buckys girlfriend and also part of the team but one time it happens she get accidentally shot by John Walker and nearly dies and Bucky gets furious about that, so Sam has to keep him back from hurting him as well. Then they stay by your side and take care of you. Maybe Sam offers you both to stay in Louisiana with him and Sarah for your recovery and it's just all fluffy ? Hope this is fine 🥰

Inside The Winter Storm

OoOoHhH my Gosh I tried my best I really hope that you like it, let me know OwO MY FIRST REQUEST SHIFBNHFBG

(The Falcon and the Winter Soldier - Episode 5 : Truth) The three of them are fighting John, Bucky manages to catch on of John's wrists, twisting it behind his back, using his weight on it to push him down to his knees. John’s fight-or-flight response activates and he pulls a gun from his leg holster, aiming blindly at Bucky. He quicky shields himself with his metal arm, causing the bullet to ricochets with a little spark off the vibranium and lands in y/n’s chest as she was getting up from the ground to aid Bucky.

Y/n eyes look into face of the evil - John and then at Bucky as he screams in torment and pain, he was not fast enough to catch her fall. The everlasting pain rises as he meets his worst fear. She doesn’t say anything, the need to feel his touch for the last time is greater. Her vision is getting cloudy and Bucky is still cursing and still sobbing as their fate endlessly fall into the power of the universe. Y/n is dying in pain again and again as she hears his long distant cries. Her eyes seem peaceful, but deep inside slowly her soul is fading away. As the world's falling cold, she meets Bucky’s eyes for the last time - looking back at their passing lives, their memories to see…turn back before the dawn of winter. „Bucky I bought you food and more flowers“ the morning light hides the darker days gone by, the sun shining once again across the blazing skies into the room – live goes on, but he is desperately lost in a dream, dissociation fills his days. His ancient life lost it’s peace for the second time – the light in her eyes, taken away by a man in disguise. „He is no longer Captain America… I-“ „So nobody will notice if he dies, right?“ Frantic charge for a need to revenge, a place to hide. Bucky gets up, heading to the door as Sam hugs him, the touch grounding him in reality for a while. „Bucky, she needs us…she needs you here“ He is suffering, burning with rage, so alive yet so soulless. „Jesus, I don’t even need the Winter Soldier for this I will kill him with my bare hands…I will…I will-“ his words bring more pain to the sadness, there is a moment of silence before he lets It all out and Sam doesn’t let go – in pain they find unity. „When she wakes up you will come to Louisiana, you promised her Bucky…she loved it there“

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„Bucky-y“ the room is suddenly full of live, her beautiful eyes just blaze through him, shattering the frozen heart of winter. „We will go to Louisiana…as soon as they discharge you from here“ his sunshine brights up the darkest corners of his mind. Y/n lets a weak smile before falling asleep once again. -------------------------------- „Guys, we need to go to my home country“ y/n is sitting in Bucky’s lap and they pass a bottle of beer to each other, sharing it. „As soon as you recover enough, sunshine“ he says, caressing her face with his flesh fingers. „Bucky, go easy with the princess treatment she is so spoiled already“ Sam laughs, looking at Sarah who nods in agreement. „Cause you were brought back in my life, baby“ If there's one thing that Bucky knows, y/n is his heart and soul and his love will stay till the end of the line.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky fanfic #bucky imagine #james bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #winter soldier x you #bucky x reader

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coffee-at-annies · 5 months

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63?

63. Flu Game by Fall Out Boy

Genuinely didn’t think there was any FOB this low on the playlist but I guess it makes sense since they’re all over this thing.

This one is trade fic. If I wanted to really hurt myself I’d write contract-gate-tanger-or-geno-don’t-stay-fic. But I don’t like reading those so why would I write one. I went back and forth on whether this was about Teddy/Jars or Flower and you picked Flower when I asked.

I guess to you now, I'm just a face in the crowd/ Oh, God, kindly please, would you kill me now?/ Late at night in my room, lie awake, think of you/ And all your little dooms

So since this is trade/breakup fic, imagine if you will, Flower that first year in Vegas - lying in his brand new bed, in his brand new city, playing for his brand new team - thinking about Matty back in Pittsburgh - in Flower’s net, starting for for Flower’s team. They definitely fucked during the two cups runs and it was bad and good and overwhelming and everything in between.

Last night I dreamt I still knew you/ Youuuuuuuu/ I carved out a place in this world for two/ But it's empty without you

Who is Flower now? What flora flourishes in the desert? Is that who he is now? A fucking cactus? All prickly and hurt and hurting others. Fuck that. Pittsburgh might be done with him but hockey isn’t and he’s going to make them - make Matty - regret it.

I got all this love I've got to keep to myself/ All this effort to make it look effortless/ All this love I've got to keep to myself/ All this effort to make it look effortless

He’s got a goddamned chip on his shoulder but he’s not the only one in the locker room with one and the team understands. They see where he’s hurting and how he’s hiding it and they get it. They support it. Support him. No one wanted them but at least they want each other. That bond leads to some fucking beautiful hockey, the kind nobody excepts from them, not the forgotten and the misfits.

He puts the team on his shoulders and smiles like his lungs aren’t full of thorns. Like there isn’t poison he’s swallowing with all the words he doesn’t say. He puts the team on his shoulders and they win they win they win.

Confront all the pain like a gift under the tree/ Oh, please, I can't be who you need me to be/ I grind in the sunshine, grind in the rain/ So real that I feel fakе

Then Pittsburgh comes to town. Pittsburgh comes and there Matty is in his net behind his team and oh it hurts. It hurts watch Sid’s across the faceoff dot or block a shot from Tanger at the point. It hurts to see Matty across the ice instead of on the bench backing him up.

After every whistle he wants to scream. Scream that it wasn’t supposed to be this way. He was supposed to retire a Penguins - penguins for life the way Geno promised Sid. It was supposed to be him and Matty backing the team to the threepeat and instead it’s him across the ice feeling the hollowness of facing his best friends and his former lover for the first time outside of practice and international play.

I got all this love I've got to keep to myself/ All this effort to make it look effortless/ Got all this love I've got to keep to myself/ All this effort to make it look effortless

But no - there’s hockey to play and he refuses to let the world see him falter. He can’t imagine what the homecoming to Pittsburgh will be like. What it’ll mean to skate to the visitors net at PPG Paints. He won’t let them see him flinch. He knows they’re looking. Sid’s pleased-to-see-him-but-concerned eyes following him around during warmups before he shut that part of himself away like the competitive bastard he is.

One day, every candle's gotta run out of wax/ One day, no one will remember me when they look back/ I can't stop, can't stop 'til we catch all your ears, though/ Somewhere between Mike Tyson and Van Gogh, oh, oh

They get close that year. Nobody expects them to make it to the playoffs the first year, let alone the finals but they do it. They fall just short, to the capitals of all the fucking teams. Geno may be happy for his countryman when he’s done licking his wounds but Marc won’t ever be so forgiving. So close to his third cup in three years and the immortality that comes with it and he wasn’t fucking enough.

I carved out a place in this world for two/ But it's empty without you

At the end of the day he’s still going home to his empty house and his empty bed and thinking about everything he lost.

Send me a number 1-100 + a pairing and I will tell you what song it corresponds to on my Spotify wrapped AND give you a 5 sentence summary of a fic based on that song

#asks answered #podcasts-8-my-heart #minor #flower/muzz #it disappeared in the flower trade angst and I didn’t feel like getting it back #flower #rpf mention #my fic #so yeah this started as breakup fic and transformed into breakup angst #god just when I think I’m done with my flower feelings I find the ground is soft and why not use the shovel thats conviently off to the side

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lassieposting · 2 years

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SP Characters & First Dates

Because. There's not a lot of imagine/preference type content in this fandom and I think that's a bit sad actually? I like seeing this lame shit in other fandoms. Embrace the trash.

Become one with the cringe.

Ghastly is an old-fashioned romantic who loves the simple things in life. He'd invite you over for a fantastic homecooked meal - suggestions welcome - and an evening of good conversation. If he doesn't know your alcohol preference he panics and picks up a selection just in case. He mostly wants to talk about you and your life, not him and his magic. He offers to drive you home or get you an Uber when you decide it's time to head out.

Dexter's ideal first date is usually along the lines of quadbiking, or abseiling, or camping together - if you suggest an outdoorsy activity, it nets you extra enthusiasm. It's very casual - you roast snacks on a campfire and share some beers, and he'll keep you entertained with amusing anecdotes about his adventures. He's very chilled out and he'll be upfront that sex is on the table if you want it, you know where his tent is, but no pressure.

Skug is classy and likes to impress, and throwing money around is his love language, so your date is probably at like, the opera, or the ballet, or an art gallery - somewhere he can make use of the Hot Voice to lean in and quietly translate particularly poetic lyrics or point out that all the paintings in this room resemble you, have you noticed, because 300 years ago your features/figure/hair type were the absolute height of desirability - with an expensive dinner afterwards. He picks you up, pays for everything, and makes sure you get home safely afterwards. He'll get kind of flustered if you invite him in for a nightcap, but it's a flattered kind of flustered, and he won't turn down someone he's clicked with.

Saracen has an awful lot of money and likes to gamble, so he'd probably suggest an evening at the high rollers' table in a fancy casino. He'll teach you to play all the games - who cares how much you lose as long as you're having fun? It's only money - and claim he's your good luck charm. He's actually just able to see the other players' cards and advise accordingly, but if you ask he'll tap his nose and say he knows things.

Erskine is a lunch guy rather than a dinner guy, and he likes to lounge. He'd prefer a cozy booth at an upscale café than a walk in the sunshine, and an afternoon relaxing on the beach tops...literally anything Dexter would come up with. He's very charming and affable, but he likes to keep things casual - discussing heavy topics like What He Wants In A Relationship are a bit much a bit too soon for someone with this many trust issues. He has Strong Opinions about wine, and he'll enjoy introducing you to different flavours and scents. He'll probably leave before you do though - his job is time-intensive and he doesn't really get guaranteed off hours where nobody can call him and claim he's needed in the office.

Larrikin is fun-loving, full of energy and the world's cheapest date. He likes to bar-hop, will always get up to do karaoke (and sign you up for a duet while he's at it) and will start grinding on you once he's had a few drinks and "his jam" (any song he enjoys) comes on. Honestly it's entirely possible you didn't even arrive with him - he's so comfortable with people that he'll just casually attach himself to someone he likes and whoops, you're on a date now. He enjoys drinking games like 20 Questions or Two Truths, One Lie - anything with a fun aspect to it. He's almost alarmingly upfront about what he likes and what he's looking for, but like, he's gonna have and be a good time anyway, even if you're ultimately not compatible.

Shudder is shy, introverted and not great at talking about himself, so he likes going to educational places like aquariums or zoos, somewhere there's a distraction so that he feels less like he's under a microscope. He actually knows a lot of pointless fun facts, which make for good icebreakers, but he prefers to listen while you do most of the talking - though, if you ask him questions, he's happy to answer them.

Mevolent is a public figure and under a lot of scrutiny, so he'll usually send a servant to unobtrusively invite you to some private activity - like a nice long country ride. He's a bit awkward, but if you bring up a subject he loves, like books or sigils, he'll get really enthusiastic and chatty and kind of tell you 8495737 new things about The Thing. Bickering with him is actually a good thing - he's used to getting whatever he wants whenever he wants it, and he's fascinated by someone who can tell him no, or that he's wrong. He'll thoroughly enjoy a good debate. (He's also very tall. He knows. He's literally waiting for you to comment on it. If you make it the entire date without telling him how tall he is, he'll like you a lot more.)

Nef is classy in his own world's way, but he's had to adapt a lot to life with few resources in Roarhaven, so he's a lot more open to trying new things that he would've turned up his nose at 50 years ago. He'll trail around a museum with you or go watch a - preferably horror, he's living vicariously these days - film at a drive-in, and he'll even let you cuddle into his side if you get spooked. But he'll also start helpfully explaining that this is all very unrealistic, the onscreen killer has terrible flaying technique, the actor hasn't researched this at all. So, you know, swings and roundabouts. He's an odd combination of 17th and 21st century manners - he'll still offer you his arm while you're walking, but he'll also absolutely try and get in your pants by the end of the night.

Vile - because he's canonically dateable now - is a challenge, because you have to do most of the work. He can be won over, and a little part of him that misses affection even wants to be, but he's massively traumatised and he's not going to come around easily to the idea of opening up or having A Weakness again. He's not a talker, so he's happiest with someone else carrying the conversation, but he can be drawn into a chat more easily if it's not about him. He likes to get out of the city and burn off some excess magic - a refreshing full-tilt gallop across open ground, or a makeshift shooting gallery where you can toss targets for him to hit with shadows in mid-air. Talking to him about anything that's not the Faceless Ones is appreciated too - it's tough sometimes, being a nonbeliever surrounded by zealots. A conversation where he isn't told at least once that the gods will burn his bones is a good conversation. (Or you could always, you know, fight him.)

#skulduggery pleasant #sp preference #yes i am distracting myself from intrusive thoughts why do you ask #vile also likes 'share a space and do your own thing in companionable quiet' but you gotta kind of know them first for that shit to be like #comfortable rather than awkward #i genuinely tried to imagine vengeous on a date and my brain crashed #i dont normally write this kind of thing but i enjoyed it so

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mischiefandspirits · 2 years

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The Rise of Batman III

In a world where Bruce’s acquisition of his kids isn’t as legal, but is just as well-meaning, Superboy finds a bat flitting about in Cadmus.

This takes place a little over three years after the events of Internship

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“I’m so feeling the mode,” Impulse groaned. He tried to vibrate through the restraints keeping him in the cloning tube, but stopped almost immediately, face pinched.

“What? What are you staring at, creep?” Wonder Girl snapped, glaring at Superboy from behind the glass of her own tube.

“Please don’t tick off the kryptonian, Wonder Girl,” Arrowette said, twisting her wrists. She turned to Superboy. “Please, you need to help us.”

“Uh, he’s the one who threw us in here, remember?” Impulse pointed out, slumping down in the tube as much as he could.

“Impulse,” Arrowette said, giving him a look. She turned back to Superboy. “You can’t want this. You’re a clone of Superman. He wouldn’t do this.”

“Yeah, well, I’m not him,” he snorted, crossing his arms and looking away.

“You’d rather be Cadmus’s puppet?” Wonder Girl hissed.

“I’m nobody’s puppet!”

“Then why are you helping them?”

Lex asked him to. “They helped create me. I owe them my life.”

“They made you for Luthor and he’s evil. He probably had you created for evil purposes,” Impulse pointed out.

“That’s enough,” Dr. Desmond barked.

Superboy frowned as his least favorite Cadmus scientist stomped in, only looking up from his tablet long enough to glance over the sidekicks and shoot Superboy an annoyed look. “Activate the cloning process. And get the Superboy back on its patrol.”

“Did you seriously call him it? These are the guys you want to work with, Jr. Supes?” Wonder Girl asked.

Superboy didn’t look back as a different scientist led him out of the room. There was no point in arguing the point because he’d be lying.

He hated it when something came up that meant Lex had to leave him at Cadmus. Lex could be controlling, but at least he talked to Superboy like he was a person. He was just another experiment to Cadmus, one that could be ordered around like a guard dog. Desmond especially seemed to think Superboy was nothing more than Cadmus’ weapon, even though Lex had completely funded his creation.

Superboy couldn’t wait until Lex’s people finished the compound in Hawaii.

He was imagining beaches, hot girls, and sunshine when he heard something shift in the corridor he was passing. It was quiet, so quiet he barely picked it up even with his increased hearing.

The scientists weren’t quiet. They stomped around the labs with a purpose. The sidekicks hadn’t been quiet either. Impulse was a chatterbox, Wonder Girl was heavy-footed when she wasn’t flying, and Arrowette’s arrows had clicked together every time she had grabbed at them when the three reached a corner during their sneaking.

Whoever was sneaking around now was near silent, which made them a problem. One Superboy would have to deal with.

He sighed and floated down the hall. When he reached a door labeled Project B.B., he flashed his badge, but the door didn’t unlock. Frowning, he tried again, to no avail. He glared at the door, debating whether he should try a third time, tear down the door, fetch someone else, or just pretend he hadn’t heard anything. Trying a third time probably wouldn’t get him a different solution and Desmond would call him stupid if he found out, but if his badge did work Lex would be annoyed if he only tried twice. Tearing the door down would definitely get him inside, but it would also tick off so many people and he’d get a lecture from Lex about using his head. Going to get someone would be annoying and would risk letting the intruder get away, which would definitely earn him a lecture from at least one person. Pretending he hadn’t heard anything would get him in trouble if someone found out he knew, but the intruder had made it that far without getting spotted by anyone but him…

The door clicked open near silently and a head poked out. “Only the head scientist has clearance for this lab. Alarms will sound if you try a third time.”

Superboy stared blankly at the person in front of him. They wore a black (helmet? Hood? Mask?) thing that had two points at the top of the sides and covered most of their head with only their mouth being visible. Even their eyes were hidden behind white lenses.

They watched him for a moment, then nodded and pulled their head back into the room.

He quickly grabbed the door before they could close it. “Hold on, who are you?”

“Cleaning staff.”

Superboy snorted as he opened the door to see their mask-thing connected to a black cape with a gray lining. Underneath they wore a black, sleeveless suit that had a white utility belt wrapped around their waist and the gray silhouette of a bat stretched across their chest. The latter matched the gauntlets protecting their hands and wrists. Black straps wrapped around their arms and across their chest, appearing to be the same material as the cape and slightly obscuring the bat.

“Pretty sure the cleaning staff doesn’t dress like that.”

“We’re trying something new,” they said with a shrug.

“What’s your name then? Where’s your badge?”

They hummed and patted their belt. “Must have left it in my other belt.”

“Then how’d you get in? Especially since Only the head scientist has clearance for this lab. Huh?”

“He let me in.”

“Sure. Then you won’t mind if I go check with him.”

“I mean, if you want to bother him. I don’t think he’d appreciate the interruption, but feel free.”

Superboy fought down a smile. “What’s your name again?”

“Tim.”

“Tim…?”

“Tim.”

“Just Tim?”

“Yup. Any more questions, Mr. Luthor?”

“That’s not my name.”

They frowned, leaning back against a control panel. “So what is your name?”

“Superboy.”

“Superboy isn’t a name. It’s a mask. Don’t you have an actual name? Didn’t Luthor give you one?”

“I don’t need a name.”

“I guess… but do you want one?”

Superboy leaned against the door with a shrug. He’d never really thought about it. “If I need one Lex will handle it.”

“If that’s what you want. It’s your choice in the end. So, Superboy, what brings you here?”

“An intruder,” he said pointedly.

“There’s an intruder? Then you really should be going after them.” Tim nodded and he snorted.

“You’re the intruder, remember?”

“Me? No, I’m cleaning staff. Pretty sure we went over this already.”

“So you’re not with the sidekicks in lab thirty-seven?”

Tim’s mood dropped instantly and they straightened up. “What sidekicks?”

“Wonder Girl, Impulse, and Arrowette,” Superboy said slowly. Did they not realize their buddies had gotten grabbed?

“They’re here?” Their voice was blank, but their body was stiff and Superboy got the impression they were staring at the door now, not him.

“Uh, yeah. Didn’t you come with them?”

“No, but if they’re here, the League can’t be far. Shoot, shoot, shoot.” Tim spun around and started typing on the panel they’d been leaning against. “Hurry up!”

Superboy shot forward and yanked Tim away from the panel, which had a lot of information on the screen alongside a progress bar that was at ninety-eight percent. “What are you doing?”

Tim glared at him. “Look, SB, I don’t want to fight you, but I will if you keep me from leaving here with my family.”

Superboy glanced past the panel to see a cloning tube. Not the kind the sidekicks had been locked into, made to extract DNA samples and memories, but the kind that grew clones, the kind he’d been made in. This one held a baby (toddler?) with pitch-black hair, fair skin, and East Asian features.

Project B.B.

“That’s a clone.”

“So are you. What’s your point? He can still have a family.”

“I can’t just let you steal him from Cadmus.”

“Why not? They stole my mentor’s DNA to make him. Seems only fair to steal him in return.”

“He’s Cadmus’s -” Property? Weapon? But then what would that make Superboy? “He’s Cadmus’s.”

“He deserves a chance to be more than just Cadmus’s mindless weapon.”

“As opposed to -” A sidekick? But Tim hadn’t known the others were there. They’d almost seemed afraid of the League. They wanted to get out of Cadmus before the League arrived, so did that make them a villain? “- whatever you are?”

Tim’s chest puffed up. “I chose to do this. Like this, I can watch my family’s backs and I can make sure no one else ends up in the kind of situation I was in when my family found me. If he wants to be a vigilante when he’s older, we’ll support him and train him until he’s ready. If he doesn’t want to, then he won’t. Heck, B -- my mentor -- would probably be happy that at least one of us is staying home. Just… he deserves the chance to make that choice, to decide what -- who -- he wants to be, doesn’t he?”

Superboy jokingly wondered if Tim was some sort of telekinetic meta as he felt something in his chest clench as they stared into his eyes.

He’d never really had a choice about who he was going to be. He had been created to replace (and maybe defeat, Lex had been kind of vague) Superman. He ran protection or rescue missions because Lex gave them to him. Don’t get him wrong, he liked being a hero. Saving people, fighting bad guys, and sweeping potential dates off their feet (sometimes literally) was great and he’d probably have been a hero even if he’d been given the choice.

But he wasn’t given a choice.

B.B. wouldn’t get a choice. Cadmus would give him his orders and he’d be expected to follow them. The kid wouldn’t even have a Lex to step in for him when Cadmus started to get too pushy or creepy or forceful. Instead, his version of Superman…

“And your mentor wants him? Like he’ll take care of him?”

“Of course! He’s B’s son. It’s not his fault that Cadmus is awful. We all already consider him part of the family. B would have been here instead, but the Court was causing trouble so he couldn’t get away.”

His version of Superman wanted him, had a whole family ready to welcome him in instead of just wary looks and the desire to be around him as little as possible. In a way, this B guy was more like B.B.’s Lex, and Lex was going to keep Superboy away from Cadmus once the compound in Hawaii was ready so why shouldn’t Tim’s mentor be able to keep B.B. away from Cadmus?

Because Cadmus would take it out on Superboy if he intentionally let their property be stolen and he couldn’t be sure Lex would be on time to stop them.

The control panel gave an alert.

“I can’t let you take him,” Superboy said, looking at the panel to see the bar had reached one hundred percent.

“Yeah, I figured,” Tim said, sounding understanding. “I’m sorry about this.”

Suddenly there was pain lacing through Superboy’s entire body. His throat felt like it was closing up and his skin felt like it was cooking. He collapsed with a groan as his strength left him.

Tim stood above him, holding an open metal case with a glowing green rock inside.

Suddenly, Superboy understood why Lena had thrown such a fit when Lex had suggested presenting him with small amounts of kryptonite in short intervals to attempt to build up a resistance to the pain. The few times he’d felt pain over his few months of life were nothing compared to what he was feeling as Tim set the case down next to him and bound his wrists and ankles with zip ties.

Vision hazy, he watched as Tim rushed over to the opening tube. They pulled the straps off their back, revealing they’d been wearing one of those backpacks designed to carry babies. They changed B.B. into a baby one-piece covered in birds, tossing aside the cloning suit that Superboy knew contained trackers, then tucked the boy into the carrier.

“Let’s get you home, little bat.” They kissed B.B.’s head and put him on their back. A flick of their cape hid the boy, though it gave them a humpback. They walked over to kneel next to Superboy. “I really am sorry, and I owe you one. If you need anything, come to Gotham. We’ll find you.”

Tim was gone in a flicker of black, taking B.B. and the kryptonite with them.

Every second the kryptonite was gone, the easier it became to breathe and the cooler his skin felt. His strength trickled back until he was able to rip the ties off and get to his feet. He dusted himself off and tried to listen for Tim or B.B.

He was relieved to find he couldn’t pick them out from anyone else in the building. He could, however, hear the sidekicks, and their screams made his stomach turn.

B.B. was free of Cadmus, and Superboy would soon be following, but the others… Tim seemed sure the League was coming for them, but Superboy couldn’t hear any sign of them. The extraction had to be nearly done. If it finished before the League got there, Desmond could get away with the samples. There was no telling if the sidekicks would care about their clones the way B cared, but they were only teenagers either way. They’d have to rely on the League wanting to take care of the clones too. If Superman was any indication, they’d leave the clones to Cadmus, and then there would be three more clones under Cadmus’s control. There would be three clones who were treated like property without a Lex to watch their backs.

Because of Superboy.

Well, Lena had said to stand up for myself or leave the next time Cadmus goes too far. This sort of fits the bill.

Or at least that’s what he hoped as he shot off towards lab thirty-seven.

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“We didn’t expect you to turn up so soon.”

Superboy jumped and spun around to see Tim Drake, Ghost Bat, dropping down to sit next to him on the edge of the roof. “How did you sneak up-Wait, we?”

Tim nodded to the side and Superboy looked over to see a man standing on the next roof over. Jason Todd, Red Hood, wore a black suit like Tim’s, though a bit bulkier and bearing a blockier red bat silhouette. His dark gray utility belt had gun holsters hanging from it and instead of a cape and cowl, he wore a red hoodie under a brown leather jacket, a black domino mask with red lenses over the eyes, and a red metal face covering that the internet called a muzzle.

The older teen gave Superboy a salute with the hand not spinning a tire iron like a baton, but didn’t move to join them.

“My family,” Tim said, drawing Superboy’s attention back to him. “I told you we’d find you if you came looking for help in Gotham. I’m just glad you were subtle about it. You’re not supposed to be here.”

“Why not?” He knew the Gotham police and mayor had worked together to pass a law banning superheroes in Gotham after a bunch of lesser-known members of the Justice League got hit with Fear Toxin (whatever that was) and went on a rampage. He’d read the whole story while looking for information on Tim. He wasn’t sure why that would apply to him, though. He might not be quite as strong or durable as Superman, but he was still immune to all toxins and diseases as long as he wasn’t under the effects of kryptonite or red sunlight. At least that’s what Lex said, and he’d run every test he could that didn’t involve dosing Superboy with said toxins and diseases. Besides that, “The only ones listed in the ban are the League and Titans, and I’m not with either of them.”

“Aren’t you?” Tim said, leaning back on his hands. “We heard about you rescuing the sidekicks from Cadmus. Was that just a one-time team-up?”

Superboy shrugged and similarly relaxed. “I dunno. Impulse added me to their group chat and we’ve joked around, but we haven’t done anything. Besides, they’re not part of the Titans either so it doesn’t matter.”

“Fair enough. You should still probably keep a low profile here, though. GCPD can be trigger-happy around capes and while you might be bullet-proof, the people within ricochet range aren’t.”

“I don’t wear a cape,” Superboy pointed out, not mentioning that the police being trigger-happy was probably because of Tim’s family. He wasn’t sure how to approach the Batman thing. The news never showed Tim being as defensive as Jason and Dick, but he’d seemed pretty fond of his mentor when they’d met.

“You know what I meant,” Tim snorted, tilting his head back. He frowned and looked at Jason. Sighing, he sat up. “So what’d you need, anyways?”

“How’s B.B.?”

“B.B.?”

“The kid. Clone. The lab door said Project B.B.”

“Oh, right. B.B. for Batman Beyond,” Tim chuckled. “That actually fits. Wing’s been calling him Baby Bat.”

“B.B.’s fine. B’s a little freaked out about having to take care of a literal baby this time instead of an overly-competent nine-year-old or preteens who’re used to taking care of themselves, but The Nest is helping him through it. Wing dotes on him whenever he’s in town, Hood’s gone full overprotective big brother, -”

Jason gave a sharp whistle and Superboy looked over to see him flipping off Tim.

The younger vigilante didn’t react as he continued, “- and I’m enjoying the freedom that comes with no longer being the baby of the family. Then there’s Catwoman, who’s decided B.B. is her kitten despite having even less experience with children than B.”

“Catwoman?” The only people he’d turned up while looking for info on Tim were Batman, Richard “Nightwing” Grayson, Jason, and Batgirl (who’d disappeared shortly after Tim became Ghost Bat). He’d read some rumors about people called The Nest and Oracle, who the Bats could supposedly be heard talking to sometimes, but not a Catwoman.

“Yeah, long story. Point is, B.B.’s doing good. I’d offer to let you see him, but…”

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In case it wasn't obvious, Kon doesn't know he’s half Lex at this point.

I didn’t have a good point to put this in since this is in Kon’s POV and he doesn’t know babies, but Terry is about a year old (biologically, a few weeks chronologically) when Tim rescues him. Also, I haven't decided if Matt's going to be a thing or not, so I didn't clarify if Tim destroyed Cadmus's samples of Batman's DNA.

#Tim Drake #kon-el #terry mcginnis #Superboy #Batman Beyond #batnapping au #witness protection: vigilante style #fanfiction

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notmorbid · 1 year

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brood.

dialogue prompts from brood: a novel by jackie polzin.

are chickens upset when you take away their eggs?

i always thought you should be a teacher.

i don't think i'm like my mother, or her mother.

i don't want to think about it unless it happens.

no news is good news.

i want to be the kind of person kids want to see.

i can't see where i'm going.

i love this house.

stay as long as you like.

why don't you make some brownies and relax?

the winter has been so long already.

what do you say we sit down and catch up?

i'm sorry. i didn't know.

do you think ____ remembers me?

you seem taller.

do you think ____ will miss me?

it is a rarely acknowledged truth that he who gets nothing waits the longest.

i'm sorry. i wasn't thinking. i should've thought.

my future has become a blank space. i can't imagine it.

i never feel smaller than when i'm filled with doubt.

you can't keep a bird from singing.

it's good to get out and enjoy the sunshine.

a grave feeling begets grave consequences.

have you ever wanted to be a smoker?

newness is an optimistic state.

i came to tell you the phone tree has been talking.

i never make lists.

for every 'pro', there is an equal and opposing 'con'.

i want something that won't end in disappointment.

i'm excited to spend my life with you, no matter what happens.

chicken is the friendliest meat.

strangeness is the truth of all things.

oh, come here. it's nobody's fault.

the world accepts failure only insofar as you keep trying.

this is a place where things get stuck.

maybe i'm a fatalist, but i'd like to be wrong.

you're safe now.

why are you crying? are you sad?

i know you a bit better than you know yourself.

#rp prompts #rp prompt #dialogue prompt #rp memes #ask memes

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liebgotts-lovergirl · 1 year

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Which songs from Midnights do you pair with which BoB characters?

Ooh this is such an interesting question!

I went a little overboard (apologies 🤭) so answers below the cut!!

❀ "Bigger Than The Whole Sky" - SKIP MUCK, MY BELOVED SUNSHINE BOY 😭🤌🏼

❀ "Anti-Hero" - LIEB. He definitely knows he can be abrasive, impulsive, + temperamental, & I feel like in a relationship, he'd always be secretly TERRIFIED of driving his partner away bc he feels like he's a problem & doesn't deserve her.

❀ "Sweet Nothing" - Lipton Lipton Lipton !! I totally see him being full of quiet admiration for his partner, a steady shoulder for her to lean on, a quiet place she can go when she needs peace from the chaos.

❀ "Mastermind" - SO Nixon-coded, I'm just saying lol. Like, this is a man whose whole job is Knowing Things & Making Things Happen. Dude totally makes it his business to know what's up, especially when it comes to someone he really wants to be with.

❀ "Midnight Rain" - Don Malarkey bc like,, all he wants is to try to feel okay again. He struggles to find this sense of normalcy but it keeps evading him. 🥺

❀ "You're On Your Own Kid" - makes me think of Babe Heffron & Henry Jones but for different reasons.

Babe because all the false bravado in the world can't shield him from losing people & he knows that deep down. He comes out of the war looking twice his age, having seen & done things nobody should have to.

And Henry Jones bc of the feeling of isolation, of being surrounded by people yet being painfully aware that you're different than them & nobody really wants you around.

❀ "The Great War" - LIEB. The image of bruised knuckles & punching walls but also, reaching for someone's hand to hold in your chaos ?? So Lieb & I stand by that.

❀ "Snow on the Beach" - so this one doesn't remind me of a specific person exactly but more a scenario. I can just see being out at a pub or a dancehall when a slow song comes on & one of the guys working up the courage to ask the girl he's been in staring at all night to dance 🥺

❀ "Karma" - Dick Winters. He tries to always do right by people even if they don't always do right by him.

❀ "Question...?" - Speirs. It's all about keeping up appearances despite your internal feelings!

❀ "Glitch" - Tab. I can definitely see him accidentally catching feelings for a friend he ended up hooking up with & he's like "Oh shit oh fuck 😅".

❀ "Paris" - George Luz!! No matter where he is with his partner, he has a way of making things fun for them!! I can totally see him laying on his back in his room with her (after constructing a truly impressive pillow fort), staring up at the ceiling & cracking jokes, painting whole scenarios & experiences for them just from his words/imagination.

❀ "Maroon" - NIX. I can just hear his voice in the lyrics, idk why lol. And the alcohol imagery laced with nostalgia for a time that's now passed 🤌🏼

❀ "Lavender Haze" - David Webster! The mention of melancholia (which in itself is a reference to Romantic period lit, in a way) & the poetic use of imagery in the lyrics really give me Web vibes, idk.

❀ "Bejeweled" - Buck Compton vibes tbh. I think it's just the notion of being the life of the party who everybody loves lol

Thanks for the question, lovely!! 💖

#AlyAnswers #AnonAsks #Midnights #Taylor Swift #BoB

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regatoni1 · 1 year

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~Chapter Four~

His smirk broadened into a psychotic smile. "Hiya, sunshine. Long time no see, eh?"

Your mind reeled from the confirmation. This, this could not be Lloyd. The Lloyd you befriended in school, who taught you how to be spontaneous? To believe in love? No. It couldn't be.

But it was.

The Lloyd you knew was not a cruel man. You thought he couldn't hurt a fly, let alone kidnap you and your sister.

This was not the Lloyd you used to know. Not at all.

The memories crashed down upon you in waves, drowning you with the weight they left on your chest.

"Lloyd, stop it!" you laughed as he splashed you with water.

You were sitting on the edge of the Harvard pool, having snuck in with him. You were dry, and fully clothed as Lloyd stripped down to his boxers and jumped into the water.

You hadn't actually thought you'd be able to get in, so neither of you brought swimsuits or towels.

Taking a seat by the edge of the water as you watched the man you had met that morning swim, you laughed at the irony of the day.

It was your first day of school, and he was almost finished his degree. Late to class, you were rushing through the hall making sure you had the textbook you bought five minutes ago secured in your bag as you ran straight into his strong chest.

You cursed and apologized, and as you looked up your heart skipped a beat.

In front of you, covered in your coffee, was a tall handsome man in a sweatshirt and jeans, clean shaven with hair gelled back. He looked like your average college douche.

He looked at you for almost too long before he spoke. "Come swimming with me tonight," he asked you.

"What? I- I'm late for class..."

"Meet me outside the pool at 2, okay? I'll be waiting!"

He smiled and sauntered off, and you weren't thinking of going. As the time of the day ticked by, you realized this was college! It was supposed to be spontaneous and adventurous, and what better way than to go swimming with a stranger?

You two ended up spending the whole night together, swimming and laughing. You went to an all-night diner where Lloyd paid for your meal and smiled at you like you were the only thing in the world.

He made you realize that there were people in this world that knew how to make you feel special, make you feel like you were someone at all.

After that night, you lost contact with Llyod and didn't see him on campus again.

"Lloyd? What happened to you?" Your voice carried more hurt than anything, and you were oh so confused.

"Well, I graduated, and worked my cute lil' butt into the CIA. And here we are!"

Tears brimmed your eyes for the first time this night.

"Oh sweetheart, don't cry! The fun hasn't even started!"

It wasn't Lloyd himself who was making you cry, it was the shatter of the hope he had instilled in you- conscious or not.

The hope that there was someone who could make you feel like Lloyd made you feel that night.

The feeling that Six gave you that night two years ago.

It was like the ground below you had cracked, and there was nobody to blame but yourself. It was the type of deprecating feeling that made people take drastic measures to escape.

You turned your head away from Lloyd and looked out the window, trying to hold the water in your eyes.

"Hey princess, look at me," Lloyd cooed.

You ignored him, which made him kick you in the shin. You turned your head and stared right through him.

"I turned off the line between these two bozos. They can't hear us," he said referring to Claire and his man.

"Why?" you spat.

"I don't want them hearing what I'm about to say to you, that's why," he retorted sarcastically.

You turned your head away once more.

"Hey!" he bellowed in a voice that made you fear him, the type of voice that you knew held no remorse.

The anger in his eyes didn't fade, but his scowl turned to a smile as you looked at him.

"Ever since that night, I haven't stopped thinking about you. Every man or woman I've fucked, I imagine you in their place. You're mine, shortcake. Always have been."

You may have lost contact with him, but that doesn't mean that he lost contact with you.

The tears fell from your face but you refused to recognize them. If you could have, you would have lunged at the lunatic sitting across from you and ripped his throat out. "Is that supposed to be romantic? Heartfelt? You're disgusting, Lloyd."

It was more true than you could have known, nausea creeping up your throat at his words.

"You should watch what you say when I can have your precious sister killed oh so easily," the smile fading slightly. "Anyway," he continued, "don't count on your little fuck-buddy Six coming to save you-"

"What?"

"Oh yes, I know about your little tumble in the sheets with him. It really hurt, angel, seeing you with him like that. But now, he's going to try to come and rescue his little damsel in distress, and I, am going to kill him!"

Much to your dismay, more tears fell from your eyes as if Lloyd's laugh fuelled them.

It felt dehumanizing, knowing that you'd been watched for so long. You thought you were safe, that your whole family was safe, but they never really were, were they?

He flipped a switch on his headset and put a finger to his lips, telling you to keep quiet about what he said.

No matter how much you wanted to cry, you had to stay put together for Claire. If she saw you fall apart- no. You wouldn't. You couldn't.

The helicopter ride became more and more uncomfortable the longer you sat there, your hands tied behind your back, the sociopathic man across from you smiling gleefully, and Claires quiet sobs muffling the intercom.

After what felt like eternity, the helicopter started making its decent.

It arrived at a castle, beautifully trimmed grounds, it's own little island. There was a maze of hedges that reminded you of Triwizard Tournament from Harry Potter.

It was horribly ironic, such a beautiful place for such a cruel situation.

One the chopper landed, Lloyd grabbed the headphones off your head, then grabbed your upper arm and led you to the house.

You struggled to keep up with his stride, turning to see Claire being led by the other occupant of the helicopter.

He led you into the beautiful interior of the castle, up a grand staircase, and to the end of one of many hallways you passed.

Through a set of double doors revealed a bedroom fit for royalty, everything decorated in a victorian era style.

The man leading Claire placed her inside the room and left, locking the doors behind him.

Lloyd still clung to your arm.

"Let go of me, Lloyd." Your tears had dried up, and all that remained was a crisp anger.

He put his hands up in mock surrender, and walked over to your sister.

You kept quiet, staring at the gun tucked in the back of his waistband.

He picked your sister up like a cartoon character and placed her beside you.

"Watch it," you grumbled at him.

He still said nothing and pulled out his phone.

"Smile!" he said, taking a selfie of the three of you.

He examined the photo and frowned. "Neither one of you smiled. Oh well!"

He put his phone back into his pocket and twirled a butterfly knife around his fingers.

Immediately you stepped in front of Claire, shielding her with your body.

Lloyd chuckled. "You're leverage. I can't kill you yet, but I have a feeling the plastic digging into your wrists is not the most comfortable."

He grabbed your shoulder and pushed you away from your sister, but sliced her bonds without touching the blade to her skin, the plastic clacking on the polished floor.

Then, he walked over to you. You held your ground, not turning around for him to cut yours.

He raised his eyebrows expectantly, but you stood strong.

Again, he grabbed your shoulder and forcibly turned you around.

He snaked an arm around your neck and pulled your back against his chest.

"I love the position we're in," he whispered in your ear as he sensually dragged the knife softly down your back.

"Fuck. You."

The knife gained more pressure, and you attempted to pull away, but being stopped by Lloyd's arm tightening around your throat.

"Tsk, tsk," he said. "And here I was thinking you were beginning to like me."

The blade pushed against the plastic, and the second you felt it release you whipped around to disarm him.

He let you grab the knife, but with his other hand grabbed the gun and shot at Claire's feet, causing her to scream.

You stilled, the knife feeling too heavy in your hands.

He held his hand out, and you hesitantly put the knife into it. Although, you "accidentally" nicked his palm when you placed it.

The anger returned to his face, and he growled, "You'll fucking regret that, princess."

He punched you in the side of your head, causing your brain to move violently in your skull.

The world was spinning as you fell to the ground, and Claire ran toward you.

"Claire, do not antagonize him. Please," you quietly begged her.

She nodded, and Lloyd squatted to join the party on the ground.

"This is sweet, but it's time to go," he smiled as he pulled you back to your feet and walked you to the door, leaving Claire alone in the room.

He was halfway to carrying you, the vice grip on your arm bruising the skin.

He took you to a different room, that looked much like the one you were before, but smaller. And with a lot more torture devices.

"I call this the fun room," he told you as you marvelled at the equipment.

There was an assortment of knives, guns, pliers, batteries, whips, and any device that could cause bodily harm.

In the centre of the room stood a chair, bonds on the arms and legs, waiting to be tied.

"Now," his grip tightened. "I know you wouldn't care if you sat in that chair, but it would be a joy for me to put the kid in it and make you watch, I'm sure."

"What do you want from me?"

"Cooperation. Listen to what I ask, and no one will end up in this room, got it?"

You nodded.

"Good," he smiled broadly. "Now go sit in the chair."

"What?"

He pushed you in the direction of the chair, his gun lazily trained on you.

"Cooperate, please."

You swallowed your pride and gingerly made your way over to the chair.

"Why are you doing this?" you asked weakly as he tied your hands and feet down.

"Doing what? Kidnapping you or tying you up?"

You stayed silent, his voice having been drenched in sarcasm.

"Well, leveraging your dear old uncle, and this?" he said gesturing to the room. "This is for my own personal pleasure."

He was wicked, you decided. The Lloyd you had met in your adolescence was a dream, a fiction that allowed you to hope for something better than what you had.

You stayed still as he set up his phone, recording you in the chair.

You worked hard to keep your breathing even as he took his butterfly knife and cut down the centre of your shirt, pushing the knife just deep enough to create a line of blood to drip down into your lap.

He laughed and grabbed his phone, taking pictures of your position.

Then, he left. He left you with your shirt cut open, bleeding down into your lap, and hoping he left Claire alone.

He left you with broken skin, a broken conscious, broken dreams, and left you wishing Six had never left your side.

It was then, alone, cold, and hopeless that you let yourself breakdown and cry.

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helliontherapscallion · 3 years

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pspspsp can I just request an immortal reader who's life is just dull/sad as hell since they've seen their loved ones leave or die in front of them so many times

but when they meet SBI or anyone, their life just suddenly brightens up? (Platonic and it can be any type of fic!)

(A/N): I got waaaayy too carried away with this. Star god reader my beloved (also, I’d imagine that your cloak looks like this guy’s but on the inside with the outsides being any color of your choice (credit goes to original artist))

If you want more god!reader content with the dream smp, @wooloo-inc has a really good series about a male!nature god!reader (aka, the god of dilf collection)

In the beginning when DreamXD created you (which if you think about it, that makes him your father, but I digress) from stardust and meteorite shards, you were a ball of fun loving sunshine (well, starshine?)

You loved watching over all of humankind, admiring their determination and bonds with other humans (both romantic and platonic)

Your older brother, the god of the moon, told you about how they viewed you and you were amazed

“Oberon?” You ran up to your older brother and tugged on his cloak making him hum in question, not looking up from his parchment scroll. “What- what do the humans think of me?”

He scoffed and glanced at you with his lily white irises, “why are you on about them again? They are lowly creatures compared to us, filled with greed and misfortune.”

“They worship us and that’s how you speak of them?”

“(Y/n) believe me, you have not seen the brutality they are capable of. War, famine, greed, plague, genocide, it’s all something you have not witnessed before. You have only seen the good in those things.”

“But Oberon, I wanna-” he lightly smacked the side of your head, “use proper English. We are gods and you will behave as such.”

You huffed, “I want to know about how they view us! I do not care about the bad things they have done! Plleeeaaassseeeeeee Beri?” You willed the stars that constantly gleamed in your eyes to shine brighter as you fluttered your eyelashes at him. He may seem like he hated everyone and everything (especially his siblings), but he had a soft spot for his youngest sibling. He just stared at you for a bit before he sighed and shifted in the massive throne so that you could hop up onto his lap. With a wave of a slender pale hand, he conjured up various images of humans with stardust gazing at the stars and the moon with carefree swipes of his hand.

“They view us as… poetic of sorts. They compare us to romance,” an image of two human males kissing then gazing into the stars laying down on a cliff came into view, “fortune tellers,” an image of the Aquarius and the Capricorn constellations popped up making you squeal in happiness. He chucked and changed the picture to a mother and son standing over a grave looking up in amazement at a shooting star, “and most importantly, as a sign of hope.

“They see us as complementary, the moon and the stars cannot be as beautiful without the other. We hold the power of the night and everything it touches, (y/n). This is our kingdom, do not forget that,” the image changed to the moon surrounded by stars and swirling blues and purples of nebulas.

You looked at the images with awe, absorbing every word that fell from his mouth. “Beri?” He once again hummed, his deep baritone voice sending vibrations along your back. “Will we be together forever?”

His lanky arms wrapped around your much smaller frame, “for all of eternity. The moon is nothing without the night sky and all of the stars it holds.”

Centuries passed and your fascination with humans only grew from there

When you eventually asked if you could meet a human Oberon reacted angrily and forbade you from speaking of humans again in your shared palace, worried for your safety

When he caught you attempting to sneak out, he locked you in your room for months on end

Humans wondered why the stars hardly appeared in the night sky anymore, forming the theory that they had somehow angered you

They prayed to you more and more, begging and groveling for forgiveness

They left more offerings at shrines

You heard their every word, feeling your heartbreak with sorrow and guilt for your lovely humans

You snuck out of the palace that night determined to make it up to the humans

You quietly snuck past the main room where you and Oberon used to sit on your thrones together and control the night. The large doors were cracked open showing your older brother watching the night with boredom. As you passed, his voice startled you, “I just cannot stop you can I?”

He appeared in the doorframe looking at you emotionlessly, his eyes glinting with hidden pain. “Do you realize how cruel of a place that world is? How cruel humans are?”

“I do not care, brother! They are in anguish because they think I am angry with them! Because you locked me in here!”

“I have told you time and time again, they are ruthless creatures. Humans are constantly clashing with their own kind for the slightest bit of power, they’re greedy creatures! Have you forgotten what happened to Arachnia?”

A shiver went down your spine at the mention of your fellow deity. She wanted to be with humans but they stripped her of her grace and virtuosity, torturing her when the moon would rise. That is the reason spiders attack humans in the night when the moon and stars show themselves and are dormant in the daytime. However, that did not deter you.

“I have not forgotten what happened to Arachnia, her tale fills me with grief. But not all humans are like that! They are compassionate, loving, and sweet creatures deep down, each and every single one of them!”

“They were not showing compassion or love when they tore Arachnia limb from limb! When they languish in riches while millions die around them! What part of that is compassionate?”

“Sure they do bad things sometimes, but have you forgotten the love they hold for each other? The determination and hope shining from within them when they pray to us? Have you forgotten that?”

“THEIR ACTIONS ARE NOT JUSTIFIED IN ANY WAY!”

“AND OURS ARE? YOU ARE BLIND, OBERON. HAVE YOU FORGOTTEN THE CRUELTY THE GODS HAVE SUBJECTED HUMANS TO? WHEN OUR FATHER TOOK YEARS AWAY FROM THEIR LIFESPANS SOLELY BECAUSE THEY STOPPED WORSHIPPING HIM AS OFTEN AS THEY USED TO? WHAT PART OF THAT IS JUSTIFIED?”

He just stared at you with angry irises and his chest heaving before he ran a hand through his long ivory hair and turned around, the flowing white cape flowing wildly behind him with unseen air. He walked back into the observation room and back to his throne. Without a second glance to you, he worked on the transition of power between the sun and moon. You could imagine your sister Aelia grinning brightly as she rose the sun for the day.

“You are to never return here if you step foot out that door. You will still have control of your duties of the night. However you will never return. Do not come back groveling for forgiveness when I have given you constant warnings of their cruelty. If I see your face show up here, I will make sure father smites you down. Now get out of my sight.”

You huffed and whipped around to the front entrance, the stars that constantly twinkled and the nebulas that constantly swirled in the inside of your cloak illuminating the white floors below you as you ran. You left the palace without a second thought, leaving your old life behind in favor of spending it with the humans.

When you came crashing to the Earth in a shooting star, you were amazed by the beauty of it up close and in person

It was everything you expected and then some

You heard the humans cheering and thanking you in their prayers when the stars returned brighter than usual

You being completely enamoured by all of the humans, even if they recognized you or not you loved them all unconditionally

You set up a little cottage in the tundra where you could see the night sky clearly with the occasional aurora borealis

From the roof, you controlled the stars

The tales of you defecting from the heavens was a popular one, and you became somewhat of a symbol of the hope that humanity should hold for themselves and compassion

Occasionally sending shooting stars over humans you knew were stargazing

You have met many lovers, friends, and even your own adopted kids over the next millenia, all of them accepting your immortality and everlasting duties

But it’s all the same in the end: they come, they leave, and they die

With each death of your loved ones, you could feel your will to keep going dissipate

The stars grew dimmer gradually in the night sky

The humans gradually stopped worshipping you as you disappeared from the night skies

You became a distant memory for elders to tell children

Disappearing from the face of the Earth for a few centuries when you could not take the constant deaths any longer

Nobody knew where your cabin laid so you were undisturbed for centuries on end, left to your grief

That was until a knock sounded at your door

The knock startled you out of the comfort of your bed. Reluctantly, you left the warmth of the multitude of blankets and donned your cloak to hide your unkempt appearance. When you passed the mirror hanging in the hallway, you could see that your face was shrouded by darkness with the exception of a single glint where your eyes were caused by the lone star that was a constant reminder of your position. Before you fell into a deep depression, the stars would illuminate your entire face if you put your hood up.

You opened the front door without a care in the world. If the beings on the other side were humans that would take you away and torture you, you didn’t care. You’re long past the point of caring for your own well being.

On the other side was a man of average height and long shaggy blond hair pulled into a slick ponytail. He was dressed entirely in green with a green and white striped bucket hat placed on his head. Past you would’ve been cooing at the object, but now you dully looked at the man in front of you. You glanced behind him and your eyes widened at the huge black wings sprouting from his back. You know who he was the second your eye caught the black feathers; he was the Angel of Death.

“Hello, Angel of Death.”

He tried to peer into your shrouded features, only seeing two pinpricks of light where your eyes should be. He gave you a friendly smile, brushing off the snow that gathered on his shoulders. “(Y/n), the God of the Stars and the Night Sky. Giver of compassion to the human race, it’s an honor to meet you.”

“Why are you here? Last time I checked, my last lover died centuries ago.”

“Yes, my condolences. They were lovely when I guided their soul to the afterlife.”

“You still have not answered my question, Angel of Death. Why are you here?” You grit out the last sentence through a clenched jaw. He has no right to talk about them when he assisted in taking them away from you. Him and your cousin, the Goddess of Death Kristin. They took everybody you loved away from you. You knew that their deaths were unavoidable since they were human and you were immortal, but you still couldn’t help but resent them.

“The Goddess of Death sent me. The God of the Moon and the Goddess of the Sun sent her a request to send me to check on you.”

You stared at him for a few moments before you saw him shivering slightly and sighed. You always had a soft spot for humans, even if the being in front of you was not a human in the slightest. He reminded you of an old friend. You stepped aside and gestured lazily inside the house, “come in.”

He started to visit more and more over the next century

He eventually befriended you about half a century into the visits

It was extremely difficult to do because of how guarded you were, but he managed to break you out of your shell

You realizing how kind he was and how much he cared for you

You quickly came to the realization that he was immortal as well after reading up on the Angel of Death

After another fifty years, he became your best friend

You both opened up and comforted each other about everybody you both lost over the years

When he adopted Technoblade and then Wilbur not long after Techno, you were extremely hesitant to get close to them

Even going as far as telling Philza that you thought that it was an extremely bad idea

Mortals always end up leaving in the end anyways, it’s best to avoid the endless cycle of hurt that came with having mortals around

You told him about your own adopted children that have died over the years

You refuse to meet them, cutting off all communication with Philza for a year or two

Eventually meeting his three adopted kids when you reluctantly accept a dinner invitation one day

You attempted to appear cold and uncaring, but your love for humans (especially baby humans) shone through when an infant Tommy started to play with your cape

It seemed that the stars and the moving nebulas within the fabric entranced him

From then on whenever you visited Philza, you always held Tommy until he was too old for you to do so

Becoming very attached to the blond with your strong innate parental instincts

You introduce Techno to mythology, sharing stories of your personal interactions with certain gods and entities throughout the years

You teach Techno how to cope with the voices as you constantly hear multiple prayers to you from humans at the same time

You arrange a meeting for Wilbur with the Goddess of Music when he asks you about her

Arranging for her to start giving him lessons in exchange of a favor that will be cashed at a later date

You help raise all three of them, often taking them off Philza’s hands for a night or two

Their favorite activity with you is watching you raise the stars and turn the sky dark

They always loved to watch you move the stars and summon shooting stars for them

The stars gradually returned to your eyes and a constant ecstatic smile slowly became synonymous with your face again

Humans started to worship you again when the stars in the sky became brighter

You became your old self again after centuries of feeling lost

To repay them for everything they’ve done for you, you decided to rearrange the stars for one night

One night of having a different star pattern couldn’t hurt

Sure, it’d make a few theories pop up among the humans, but those are fun to overhear sometimes

The young boys and Philza behind you watched in awe as your eyes started to glow brightly and you slowly moved your hands gracefully raising the stars with the moon, your cloak starting to flow with nonexistent winds. They’ve seen you raise the stars thousands of times, but it never ceases to amaze them. It was just so… entrancing.

You broke into a slight sweat and started to move the stars from their original positions in the sky. Shaking slightly, you pushed back against the strain and slight pain that it brought you. You’ve never done this before, so you really didn’t know what you were expecting. You felt someone put a hand on your shoulder.

“What’re you doin, mate?”

“Uh Dad?”

“Not now Techno. Mate, are you alright?”

“Dad, look up. They’re rearranging the stars,” Wilbur breathed out.

You could hear Philza gasp slightly as he watched star after star move until they locked into place. There in the twinkling night sky was each of their names gleaming brightly in small lettering. When you were done, you fell into a kneel onto the ground and rubbed at your aching head panting lightly.

You could hear the boys around you panic slightly as you regained your breath. As you heard them approach you you looked up at them and smiled, the stars gleaming brightly in your irises. “Do you like it?”

“Y-yes but gods, (y/n) are you alright?”

“I am fine, but stars, I have never done that before. Are you four ready for stargazing?”

“That was so pog, (y/n)! How’d you do that?”

“I hold the power of the stars and the night sky in my hands. My brother once told me that the night is our kingdom.” You laid down onto the grass and took off your cloak to cover up a shivering Tommy and Wilbur next to you. You sighed as you thought about your siblings; you wondered how they were doing.

“I will gladly move the stars themselves for you four. You are my family.” There was a stretched out moment of comfortable silence as you five watched shooting stars blaze by. Eventually, you saw an aurora borealis materialize above you. Furrowing your brow, you looked at it in question. They don’t appear this time of year, so why-

“Aelia,” you breathed out as you watched the greens flow above you. She must’ve sent a gust of solar wind your way.

“Isn’t Aelia the Goddess of the Sun?” Wilbur asked you.

“Yes, she is my oldest sister. She must have redirected the solar winds over here.”

“Damn, what’s with the gods changing everything tonight? You guys need to fuckin chill.”

“Tommy!” Philza scolded and was about to continue before he heard you start to laugh. They’ve only heard you genuinely laugh only a couple of times, so the sound that left your mouth immediately brightened the mood.

“Yes Tommy, I suppose we do need to ‘fucking chill’.”

“You swore! Fuckin pog,” Tommy cheered to himself as the others looked at you in slight shock at your words. If you’re being completely honest in all of the years you spent alive (which is since basically the beginning of time), you’ve never sworn once. You were raised differently than that. When you realized that the others were staring at you, you smirked at them. The stars twinkling and giving your eyes even more of a mischievous glint, “what? Have you never heard a god swear before?”

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A Little Bit of Sunshine

↳ Hector x Reader

↳ Word Count: 3.09k

↳ Requested by @shadechu

A/N: I have never written for Castlevania before but I really enjoyed writing this, it flowed so easily. Hector is probably OOC but who cares lol.

Anyway, enjoy :D

Hector had moved to a small town after everything had gone down with Lenore. After she died he realised how much damage she caused him, the lasting marks of her abuse and manipulation still scarred his body and mind and he could no longer stay in a place where they had lived and she had died.

The fact that he managed to escape the bond she had on him and that he was able to deceive her was only able to sustain him for a short while before everything fell apart and Hector was no longer able to act as if everything was okay, so he left and started anew.

The new town was on the smaller side but not small to the point where he would stand out. He easily blended into bustling crowds in the town centre and the residents treated him like any other local. For the first time in a long time, he felt normal, as working for Dracula was an experience that words couldn't explain.

He had his own little cabin in the woods where he could be at peace and the distance to the town centre was far but long enough for him to enjoy the sights as he walked past. All in all, he liked this new path of his life, it was almost completely different than it used to be and he expected to miss it but he enjoyed the calmness and serenity of this new path of his life.

On his usual weekly trip to town, someone called out to him, trying to catch his attention. it was a young woman, probably the same age as him and she was calling for his attention, waving him over to her stall.

"Sir! Sir!"

Hector looked up in surprise and as soon as the woman realised she had his attention a bright smile overtook over her face before she eagerly began to wave him over, swinging her arms back and forth over her head, gathering the attention of the other people around them.

Hector quickly shuffled over to them not wanting her to cause an even bigger scene and pull more attention their way.

"You're new aren't you?" Was the first thing out of her mouth.

Hector flinched in shock at her words, not expecting them. No one else knew he was new and that put him on edge.

"Oh don't look so surprised, I just know everyone that comes here."

Hector raises a brow at her words, " ... That's weird. You do realise that right?"

The woman shrugs, "Maybe but it makes for good business. People are more likely to buy something if I remember them from just previously meeting."

Hector realises that he's standing in front of a stall filled with baked goods, "You're a baker?"

"Family business," She clarifies, “I mostly do the selling due to my - "

"Charm?" Hector cuts in with a sarcastic tone.

"Actually, I was going to say my good looks but yes charm too." The woman grins.

Hector couldn't help but bark out a laugh, the woman never missed a beat.

"I'm (Y/N) in case you wanted to know" (Y/N) informed him with a wink.

Hector had to twist his lips so that the smile that so desperately wanted to escape, couldn't.

"Hector" He introduced himself.

"Well Hector, what can I get you? " (Y/N) asked, gesturing to the spread of baked goods in front of her.

Oh, she was smart. Catching his attention, making him come over to his stall and

converse with her in front of everyone and now he could surely not been seen walking away with nothing after taking up her time. While he didn't really care about the local’s opinions about him, he didn't want to be outcasted more than he already was.

"I'll have a loaf and a sweet pie please"

(Y/N) shoots him a bright smile and packs up his items, then collects his money.

"Thank you, Hector. I hope to see you again soon"

"I'll see you again" Hector responded

As he began to walk back home, Hector thought back on how easily (Y/N) made him feel at ease, how he brought a smile to his face and drew laughter from and he got scared.

This is how Lenore got her claws in him, she manipulated and lied to him before tricking him into servitude and he never wanted something like that to ever happen again.

He decided for the health of his mind, he would keep his distance from (Y/N). He couldn't find it in himself to completely ghost her and ignore her so he'll keep cordial. He'll be friendly but he couldn't let himself become close to her.

.•° ✿ °•.

His plan worked well, every time he went up to town he stopped by her stall and bought what ended up being his usual order of a loaf and a sweet pie, engaged in small talk with (Y/N) before leaving and it worked well for weeks until he had a dream about Lenore one night.

A mere dream had knocked him off-kilter. He had awoken a mess and fell out of his bed in his confused and frantic attempt to escape his blankets. He only managed to crawl a few paces before collapsing on the cold floor, his remaining energy only enough to let him roll onto his back. Hector blinked lazily up at the ceiling as everything he had locked away came rushing back. He relived the moment when he fell for her, the moment he realised that she had tricked him, the moment when she realised he betrayed her and then when she had died by her own will.

Everything that had occurred over the last few years played in front of his eyes and he hated every part of it. He could never forgive himself for being so naive and trusting yet he missed those traits of his.

When he 'awoke' again, the sun was moving low, signifying sunset wasn't far away. He pulled himself up and washed his face at the basin before he left his cabin, his feet taking him into town. The town centre was still busy despite the late hour and so was she, the woman who he came to see.

Despite the other stall owners who had either left or were in the process of doing so, her stall was still set up with what remaining items she had left. She was sitting on a stall with a book on her lap in a different world and Hector felt bad about disturbing her but he needed her.

He didn't even have to call her name, as soon as he was a few feet away, she looked up at him with a smile and closed her book shut, though when she got a proper look at him, her smile faltered.

"Hector?" She made her way over to him, brow furrowed in concern, "Is everything okay?"

He must look like a mess. He certainly felt it on the inside and he had been in a trance since he woke up, not paying any attention to his looks.

"I... um, I -" Hector stumbled over his words, his tongue suddenly heavy.

"Why don't you take a seat" (Y/N) guided Hector to her stall and offered him some water from the pouch at her side.

Seeing that he was in no position to talk about what happened, (Y/N) changed the topic slightly, "I thought you were not coming today. I got so used to seeing you, it would be a shame if I did not see you."

"But do not fret, I set aside your usual order for you," She said as she showed him a little wrapped up basket.

Hector nodded, the change in conversation took the pressure off his shoulders and he felt more at ease to speak.

"What do you do with the ones you do not sell? "He asked

"Today these are going to the homeless. I usually alternate between them, the orphanage and poor families"

"That is kind of you. Nobody did anything like that when I was young"

"I think the world is horrible enough with the wars and death and it costs nothing to do a little good within your own community" (Y/N) then looked up at the sky and noticed the changing colours, “Do you want to come with me as I give these out?”

Desperate for more of a distraction, Hector agrees and he helps her clear up her stan before they set off to a different part of town, him carrying the basket of baked goods for the homeless.

“Do you have any family, Hector?” (Y/N) asked.

Hector shook his head, his grey hair swishing around his chin as he did so, “Just me”

“Hm, well if you want any annoying younger siblings, I’ll eagerly give you all of mine”

“Surely they’re not that bad-”

(Y/N) lets out a laugh, “One day I’ll take you to meet them. You’ll regret your words!”

As they walked around, handing the food to the less fortunate, Hector noticed the strange way (Y/N) behaved. Her head constantly twitched one way to the other, as if someone was calling for her attention but she stopped herself before fully turning around to see and her eyes were flickering about like seeing things that weren’t there.

“(Y/N)? Is everything okay?” Hector asked

(Y/N) froze when he spoke, looking at him with wide eyes, she twisted her head around to make sure no one was nearby before she grabbed his hand and pulled him into a hidden alcove.

There was fear in her eyes as she gripped his hands tightly, “I am telling you this because I trust you but you cannot tell anyone or they will kill me.”

“(Y/N)...?”

(Y/N) casts one more precautionary look around her before speaking, “I can speak to animals”

Hector blinked in surprise, that was the last thing he expected.

“You...speak to animals?”

“Speak, understand, you know the whole thing��

“...The whole thing?” Hector repeated after her.

(Y/N)’s shoulder slumped in disappointment at his words, “You do not believe me. Of course, you don’t, I sound like a crazy woman.”

“No, no!” Hector was quick to reassure her, “I don’t think you’re crazy, of course not.”

(Y/N) gripped Hector’s hands tighter in relief and he suddenly realised that they had not stopped holding hands since she had dragged him. Her hands were soft but strong and steady and they fit perfectly in his, he never wanted to let go.

“I could do since I was a child and I told my parents but they thought I was a child with a large imagination so they ignored me,” (Y/N) began to elaborate on her talent, “And when I was ten there was a witch-burning in our old town, an older woman was accused of conjuring spirits and setting against the people of the village but in reality, she was just a sick old woman who needed help. After that, I knew I couldn’t let anyone know about you know what”

“Why did you tell me?” Hector asked.

“...I don’t know. There’s something about you, so understanding, empathetic, trustworthy. I know I can trust you.”

(Y/N) had revealed her deepest secret to him, made herself vulnerable yet he could not do the same to her, though the ability to communicate with animals was much different than being a forgemaster.

“You can trust me, I promise I will not tell anyone.”

(Y/N)’s shoulders relaxed and she gave him a brief smile, “Your belief in me means more than you know.”

“Now,” Hector lifted the basket up, “Should we finish what we started?”

It had progressively gotten darker, the sun only moments away from going down completely.

“Of course! We must finish before it gets too dark.” (Y/N) stepped out of the alcove and hurried down the street, dragging Hector behind her, still holding on to his hand.

It was dark by the time they began to walk home, Hector insisting on walking her home so that she wasn’t alone at night. She stopped in front of a little cabin, not unlike his, it also wasn’t that far away from his.

“You don’t live with your family?” Hector asked.

(Y/N) shook her head, “It is better for me this way. I love my family, truly but the chance of them finding out about me is something I can’t risk. I cannot truly say that they wouldn’t expose me… there are some things that are beyond even family ties.”

“Anyway,” (Y/N) spoke with a sigh, “It is late, I need to sleep. Thank you for today, Hector. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight,” Hector waited until (Y/N) had reached her door and spoke again, “Can we...meet again soon?”

(Y/N) gave him a toothy smile, “Of course. In two days by the lake? I can bring a picnic for lunch.”

Hector nodded, “I’ll see you then.”

He waited until her door closed before he made his way home, his heart feeling happy. He had forgotten how he felt earlier that day and (Y/N) had completely turned his day around. He did feel guilt though, he went to for help, a distraction which she provided and then she revealed a deep secret of hers yet he couldn’t even tell her about his nor his past with Lenore or history with Dracula and being a forgemaster. The things he carried were heavy yet (Y/N) had already been so understanding and kink that he didn’t fear telling them to her, he knew she would understand.

In two days at the picnic, he would tell her.

.•° ✿ °•.

(Y/N) was already by the lake by the time he arrived, speaking out loud to someone he couldn’t see but when he heard the responding barks and yelps, he realised that she was talking to a dog. He hurried his pace to catch up to her, excited to see her communicate to animals in person.

“Is that a dog you’re speaking to?” He shouted as he jogged over to her.

(Y/N) spun around with a smile, “Yes! I’ll introduce you to him!”

She crouched down and took the dog into her arms before turning towards him after he finally reached her,

“Hector this is- Cezar”

“-Cezar”

Hector and (Y/N) spoke at the same time. Hector stared at the dog he had not seen since Carmilla had dragged him away after Dracula died and (Y/N) stared at Hector, surprised he knew the little mongrel dog.

Cezar eagerly barked at Hector, his tiny body wriggling in excitement as he tried to escape (Y/N)’s hold, so she let him down and watched as he raced over to Hector barking like mad and when Hector kneeled down, the door jumped into his arms and wiggled some more.

“...So I guess you know each other then?” (Y/N) asked.

“Cezar is my dog,” Hector explained, giving the small dog rubs and pats, “I got separated from him a while ago but how did you meet him?”

“We stumbled across each other last year and then we became close companions...but I’ve always been curious about something about him.”

“Is it that he looks like he should be dead?”

(Y/N) laughed, “Yes, Hector. Don’t get me wrong, I love the little dog but he looks a bit beyond his years.”

Hector put Cezar down and together they began walking towards the lake so they could set up their picnic.

He took a deep breath before he began to explain what he could do, “I’m a forgemaster.”

“Forgemaster? What’s that?”

Of course, she wouldn’t know what that was, her world was not the same as his.

“I can bring back animals and humans from the dead and call demons from hell.”

“Wow...that’s uh...wow”

“I’m sorry for dumping this on you, I know it’s quite heavy stuff.”

“I did not know that was possible”

“Many don’t. It’s beyond comprehension.”

“If I wasn’t looking at proof right now” (Y/N) pointed towards Cezar who was trotting ahead of them, “I wouldn’t believe it either.”

“Is that what caused you such distress the other day?” (Y/N) asked as they found a place to sit down.

“No, no, that was about Lenore.”

(Y/N) kept quiet allowing Hector to speak at his own pace.

“I was taken captive, stuck in a cell and Lenore gained my trust, pretending that she was someone that I could trust only to betray me and me her slave to her and her sisters. I was under their or more specifically her control for over a year until I managed to trick her and end the ‘bond’.”

“Where’s she now?”

“Dead. She was a vampire and decided it was her time to go.”

“Did you love her?” (Y/N) asked

“No, I don’t think I did. After I realised what she had done to me any feelings that I may have had disappeared, they were not formed authentically. I still feel incredibly stupid about the whole thing, I was foolish to believe someone who was involved in sisterhood with the person who captured me would genuinely care for me.”

“You were not foolish, you were human Hector '' (Y/N) comforted him, “You were vulnerable and she took advantage of that, you should not feel ashamed. You are strong that’s why you’re here with me right now and Lenore is no longer alive. You will never be proud of yourself if you keep on diminishing what you’ve achieved so far. You’ll never be happy and I want you to be happy”

Hector takes her hand in his, “I want to be happy.”

(Y/N) smiles at him, “You will be, I know you will.”

“I want to be happy with you”

“Oh-” (Y/N) smile changes into a softer one that tickles Hector’s heart, “I want to be happy with you too.”

“Imagine it,” Hector falls onto his back and tugs (Y/N) down with him, “You, me, Cezar in a cabin in the woods and all the animals you wish to speak to”

(Y/N) laughs, “You wouldn’t believe how chatting animals are, I’m fine with just being me you and Cezar for the moment.”

Cezar jumps up on Hector’s chest with a bark before settling down with a huff.

“Sounds like he agrees”

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Talks Machina Highlights - Critical Role C2E131 (March 30, 2021)

Tonight’s guests are Liam O’Brien and Sam Riegel!

Brian points out that a lot of Caleb’s greatest fears have come to pass. Liam: “It’s funny, because he’d kind of believed for a while that those things weren’t going to happen. After a while, he got complacent.” He notes that it was extra wild because everything with Trent popped up again in the midst of that complacency. And how did it feel to be defiant toward Trent? “I think Trent successfully made Caleb question if Caleb really was in control“ at the dinner party. “I feel like anything that I do is part of his plans for me, or is that just gaslighting? I’m legitimately scared of that dude.” Sam: “Of Matt?” Liam: “Sure.” He highlights the disconnect between knowing that the M9 is mechanically powerful and could possibly defeat Trent in a dice-and-stats battle, versus fearing him in a story sense and being convinced he can do almost anything.

Sam, on Luc’s death: “That was brutal, man. Matt Mercer is a-- he hates children! Clearly. He actively sought to kill a child in the campaign in as brutal a way as possible. He hates children and wants them dead. Canon. No, but to RP, that was horrible.” He highlights that so much of Veth’s arc has been about trying to get back to her family. “We had to choose something and we thought we were making the right choice. It was all Veth’s fault, and it was pretty rotten. My heart was beating pretty fast, and I certainly didn’t want to have my son die live on the stream. I don’t know what Veth would have done. That’s the end, that’s over. It’s almost worse than when your own character would die. This is something that would also kill Veth.” After the episode was over: “just shaken. I also didn’t know what to do next! That felt like a turning-point moment for my character, weirdly so close to what we assume to be the end arc of this campaign. I texted Matt later that night and was like, that’s it, Veth’s out, I’m tapping out.”

There’s an interlude in which Sam discovers a new dream to record an episode of this show from his Peloton. Dani informs him that she will not be inviting him back.

On Astrid, Liam: “I literally don’t know what she’s doing. I know that she’s dangerous, she always was ambitious, and there’s not been a moment where Caleb let his guard down with her. He’s not trying to reestablish what they had. He cares for the both of them, for Astrid and Eodwulf. He thinks about it a lot, still. He can’t tell how much she buys into everything that she experienced and is now living as a full-grown adult. He suspects that she’s bought in and is not going to change things, because she believes in the system, as much as he’d like to peel her away. He does believe that they want what’s best for the Empire, and stopping whatever wants to come vomiting out of a hole in the frozen north is good for everyone. And they’re powerful. They’re not trustworthy, obviously. But there’s enough at stake to make it worth it. He could imagine a situation where they fight each other to the death.” He was convinced Astrid was going to stop them when they left the tower and was really shocked when she held back. Sam: “Not me! I’ve trusted Astrid since day one. She’s the greatest! I sent a letter to her, she’s very nice, I think you guys would be a nice couple. I believe every word she says.”

On having to decide on Veth deciding to go off and save the world after Luc’s death. “Like I said, I was ready to be done. And then I decided somewhere in there that that’s not very D&D. So I thought I’d leave it up to somebody else, so I asked Caduceus to decide for me, essentially. She knows she’s putting her other family in danger if she doesn’t go. It’s an impossible choice, you know?” Liam: “I love watching you grapple with it, because you’re a lovely father and love your kids.”

On the Sanatorium, Sam: “That was brutal, man. Matt lulls you into a sense of complacency. We’d forgotten that Caleb was a stone-cold killer! It had been a while since he went on a murder spree. Still got it!” Liam: “I never meant for this character to be perfect sunshine.” Brian: “You don’t say.” Liam: “He’s very not-perfect, and I think in his brain, he was going in with the impression that they needed to get in and get out as soon as possible. The place is crawling with people with magic ability, and I didn’t have faith that we wouldn’t be sussed out or something wasn’t going to blow an illusion.” Everything was about getting out of there as fast as possible.

Did the conversation with Yeza help with Veth’s decision? “First of all, every conversation with Yeza is a beautiful one. Every time she talks to Yeza, it makes her feel good. In some ways, she’s gotten to the point now where she knows Yeza’s going to be supportive, she knows he’s going to allow her to do what she wants, but maybe that’s too much. Maybe she needs to not listen to him, basically, and be like, no, you need to be selfish now, dude, you need to say ‘come home, I’m sick of you leaving’. At a certain point, being supportive can turn into being enabling.”

Cosplay of the Week: Jester in the snow! (liljerbear47, photography by kairiceleste on Instagram)

On Trent’s motivations for chasing Caleb: “I really don’t know. The simplest explanation is to just hammer down the nail that’s sticking up. It has crossed his mind that all high-level wizards are in danger of their own ambition and egos, so it’s occurred to him that Trent might have the same kind of ideas that Halas had in the past, and maybe Caleb was always meant to be another body to jump into. Maybe in some sick, disgusting, twisted way, he wants him to be his successor. I am thinking of the next campaign, without getting too deep in, trying to do something that is much more ride-along. Caleb is very, very specific, and I thought long and hard about all the different pieces on the chessboard for him. For campaign three, I’m looking forward to seeing what happens.”

Dani: “Do I need to be keeping lore on your fucking ads?”

On the cursed dagger: “It was a tricky one, because in campaign one, one of the characters was under the influence of a cursed weapon, but it interacted with him and he knew what it was and what it did. And it affected his gameplay as a character. For me, Veth didn’t know what it was, ever. I as a player knew what it was doing, but Veth didn’t know at all. So it was kind of like my dirty, dark secret for many months. I knew this thing was coming perilously close to killing me, but my character didn’t know enough to bring it up to her friends. Nobody ever asked! So I was like, well, I guess this thing’s just going to kill me one day, and it’s kind of going to be a surprise.” Liam: “Sam, you love danger and self-destruction so much, you might as well be Mollymauk.”

On the fight in Yasha’s sequence, Sam: “You gotta put a character in your storm giant creature. It was so fun! It was so great of Matt to involve us in this encounter. It would’ve been fun just to watch, because Matt would have made it amazing and Ashley was sweating bullets, which is always fun to watch.” Sam notes he felt guilty, but Liam was going for the kill. Liam: “Matt’s gotta be careful about giving me that kind of story beat. I do not fucking care, I just fucking flip, I’m like, well, I’m going to destroy you, and I have no qualms about it. It’s too much fun!”

The Beau/Yasha tower date was in part inspired by not being able to give gifts as easily this last year. “This thing that we do together is a gift, but I love finding these moments, like the book for Jester and the tower for Yasha and for Beau. I really just wanted to give both of them a little magic for a night. I wanted them to leave this-- we’re trying to be as entertaining as possible, but shit is having an effect on all of us too, and I wanted them to have an escape, a great place to escape to.”

Fan Art of the Week: an amazing group shot, plus Marion, Yeza, and Luc! (vocaz on Twitter)

On choosing Essek over Trent, Liam: “It would have been so interesting and awful and great! Essek and Astrid and Eodwulf are everything that Bren used to be attracted to that are terrible for him. Essek, hopefully he can with time find a way out of the hole that he dug himself into, but it was only two months ago where he was found out and his ambitions came crashing down around him. Long-term, I have high hopes for him, but I think it’s going to be hard.” In contrast, Astrid and Eodwulf are still “deep in the shit. It would have been really hard to navigate, but fun to play at the table. We made the right choice with what we went with. Essek’s just getting started, and Caleb doesn’t trust him entirely, because he was burned so hard not too long ago. He’s still more trustworthy than the other three. So it’s the better choice. While Caleb has all these ties on the other side, they’re really fucking dangerous. So if you have to choose, you choose Essek. But fuck that die.” Sam: “Veth, much like Sam Riegel, makes instant decisions about whether to trust someone or not and sticks to it forever. Astrid, 100% trust. Eodwulf, 100% distrust. Essek, completely distrust. I still don’t think he’s a good guy. Ikithon? Trust. 100%. Because you know where he’s coming forward, you know what he wants. I still want him dead, but I trust him.”

On Veth’s post-adventuring plans: “Veth is probably still too in it right now to think about what comes next. I, Sam Riegel, have a good idea of what I want Veth to do post-campaign.” Brian: “Maybe you shouldn’t tell us. Save it for the show!” Sam: “All she knows is she can’t do this anymore. It’s very unhealthy to be battle-wounded every other day. It’s fun for a while, but college has to end at some point, and she’s gotta go home.”

On Frumpkin changing appearance and returning to the Feywild: “I don’t know what I’m going to do, but the way it feels now for Caleb is that he feels too enmeshed in everything that has happened, and too much good has happened, and too much needs to happened, that that really narcissistic, selfish goal has the risk of harming everything else, which is more important. And that’s how he looks at it now. So he’s gearing towards letting everything from the beginning of the campaign, and where he started, go, and trying to figure out what use he’s going to be now and what he’s going to do if they’re not all dead. If Matt throws that shit down, I don’t know what I will do, I think about it a lot. But turning Frumpkin white and saying you’re free either way is him preparing to let go of everything he’s been holding on to for a really long time. He’s addicted to that idea that he can fix himself, and we’ll see if that hard choice gets presented, what he might do. But where he stands now, he doesn’t think that’s going to be reality, and he sees a way that he can be of use that he never really anticipated before, so he’s slowly shifting gears towards living with the pain he was trying to remove.”

On the last request scene and confidence heading into Aeor, Sam: “I feel like that’s a good request. I think all of us realized that if we die, that probably bodes badly for the world. I feel like all of us are at a point now as characters and as friends, that the first order of business would be to take care of everybody else’s shit, although we probably have different ideas of how to do that.” Liam: “I want the Empire to be healed, Caleb has all these memories of his parents and what they wanted for the world, and he wants that too. It’s clearly not in place now, the system needs to be broken and replaced. That could be a part of Caleb’s sunset. I don’t want Caleb to die, so maybe he can work on that after. As everything starts to shake out and we start heading towards our destiny, Caleb’s just free-floating. He’s not even going after the same thing he started for. So he’s looking at Veth’s family, and Luc specifically, and seeing that’s me, that’s a little boy in the Empire.”

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Nobody Left Behind

Prompt: So I don't know if you're taking requests? But I just watched Lilo and Stitch for the first time since I got into TSS and I've adopted the headcanon that it is Remus's *favorite* movie (and he's memorized the script) and I love your writing and I'd love to see something angsty involving Remus feeling lonely/unloved by his brother, and maybe Lilo and Stitch is involved somehow. IDK, go wild. (and feel free to ignore this if you aren't taking requests) <3 - anon

it is Le Fluff™ hours my good bitches

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Warnings: Remus has some abandonment issues, but it’s not too much

Pairings: it is platonic all the way down, babes

Word Count: 2935

Ohana means family.

Family.

FamILY.

What a weird word.

Sometimes it’s the people you’re born with. Well, not ‘with,’ not necessarily, but the people you are born to. A mother, a father, a sister, a brother. Sometimes two mothers, sometimes two fathers, sometimes a different parent. Sometimes two sisters, sometimes two brothers, sometimes a different sibling. Sometimes a mess of assorted people that all share the same blood. A family.

Remus wasn’t born.

He was made though, crafted and shaped and born out of the swirling chaos of a child’s mind that didn’t understand the world well enough without other people to help. He remembers getting cobbled together from scraps of thoughts and feelings and morphing them into limbs, into features, into something that vaguely resembled the body of the child he was made to fit. Not the ‘fitting’ was ever his job.

Just his brother’s.

Is his brother his family?

By all accounts he should be, right? A brother is one of those people that are traditionally part of the ‘family’ group, right, someone to laugh with, cry with, fight with, live with. But is Roman really his…brother?

That’s what they decided to call themselves because nothing else worked. They weren’t really brothers, they were halves. But they weren’t really halves because there was never a whole to begin with.

The King wasn’t a ‘whole,’ he was…well, he was the King. Half of a king is not a prince. Half of a king is not a duke.

Half of a king is a mess of blood and bones and viscera dripping off of the end of a Morningstar in the middle of the night when only a destroyed facsimile makes the insanity bleed away just enough to breathe again.

The closest thing to twins, is what they decided on eventually. They’re twins. One light, one dark. One that marches boldly into danger to confront the wickedness of the world, one that dwells in the shadows and cackles with the demons nipping at his heels. One that loves, one that isn’t loved.

Sure, they had some things in common. They both loved to fight, hence the scars and the bruises and the wounds that would never, ever heal, the distrust that would never be fixed ever, because the urge to sink their teeth into each other’s necks and rip never went away. They both loved to make, Roman the peaceful lies he tells himself to make up for the gaping wounds Remus leaves as he carves his perfectly tailored destruction. They both love Disney.

Roman’s made it part of his whole deal as the Prince, he loves Disney. He bursts into song every chance he gets, drags the others in until the Mindscape rings with joyful song and there’s nowhere left for any sadness or darkness. He takes his lessons from it, models himself using the traits of the characters he admires most. Cultivates his art of storytelling, perfect to a tee.

Remus loves Disney too. Loves how easy it is to twist the lens to distort the image just enough to let the darker parts of the Imagination run wild. What is the real implication of never growing old, never understanding what it means to die? What kind of person curses a ten-year-old boy for being cautious about who he answers the door to? What could the story have been if the prince never comes to save the day?

When they were smaller it was fine. When they were still getting used to the fact that they weren’t King anymore, they used to sit and watch so many Disney movies. Roman’s favorite was always changing, one week it was Beauty and the Beast, then it was Mulan, then it was Cinderella, it never stayed the same.

Remus’s was always Lilo and Stitch.

Roman never understood it, said it was boring, there wasn’t a prince, there wasn’t anything exciting. Remus said that aliens were plenty exciting, thank you very much.

But they would always watch it. The King wasn’t there anymore, but the prince and the Duke were.

…when they were smaller, there was one time where the prince wasn’t there at all.

Remus remembers waking up one day and feeling like he was being Split all over again. The maggots in his bones reached their awful little mouths into his heart and pulled, yanking him all the way across the bed and to the door, howling and screaming for his twin.

Only to be met with a blank wall.

He remembers howling at the top of his lungs until Janus had rushed to his side, kneeling down next to him and telling him shh, be quiet, hush now, you’re alright, you’re not hurt. And when he couldn’t explain that he was hurt, half of him was missing, Remus needed to go find him, Janus’s mouth had hardened into a thin line and told him that there wasn’t anything to worry about.

He remembers thinking that was a lie.

But it wasn’t. It wasn’t a lie.

Roman was fine.

Roman was more than fine, because Roman had a family.

Roman had Patton, who is the actual manifestation of sunshine and rainbows and loved so much it almost burns. The darkness that wrapped around Remus’s corner of the Imagination screeched and hissed at the very idea of being loved that much, even as part of him strained with all its might to get to it. But Patton would never set foot near this side of the Mindscape.

Roman had Logan, who represents everything true about the Mindscape, about Thomas, about the world. The reality of things that would never let anything Remus created make it anywhere close to anything important because it was dangerous, it was hurtful, and it was wrong. Logan wouldn’t want anything to do with something so useless.

And that was okay. Because Roman may have been gone but Remus wasn’t alone. Remus had Virgil, who lived with fear soaking every fiber of his being. Remus had Janus, who wrapped himself in darkness and obscurity and laughed.

But then Virgil left. And now Roman had Virgil, who used Thomas’s anxieties to keep him safe, to help Roman and the others figure out what to do, how to take care of everybody, and how to make the darkness go away. And Virgil would never willingly sink himself back into the darkness when he’d spent so long clawing himself out of it.

But that was okay, because Remus had Janus. Janus, who plotted and schemed and smirked at how easily the others were pulled along by his strings, luring them deeper and deeper as Remus readied his Morningstar for the trap to be sprung.

But then they sprung the trap and everything went wrong.

Roman didn’t want to fight. He just…he let Remus knock him out and didn’t show up again except to scoff and say he didn’t like him.

And that was…wrong.

Because Roman wasn’t supposed to like him but he was never only supposed to not like him. Roman was supposed to declare that he wasn’t welcome and try and slash him with his sword. Roman was supposed to try and banish him from the Mindscape and spit insults at him until he left, cackling all the while. Roman was supposed to hate him.

But Roman didn’t hate him, he just…he just said he didn’t like him.

But that was okay, because Janus could just come up with a better plan with him this time. They could do it properly, and Roman would hate him again and it would be back to normal.

But then Janus left. And now Roman has Janus, who keeps his eyes where the prince’s aren’t, when he can’t see what’s happening or he can’t bear to look, to help Roman figure out what to do when what seems to be happening isn’t anything that the prince is used to dealing with. And Janus would never willingly step away from a place that finally accepted him.

Roman has them now. Roman has people that chose him. Roman’s family chose him. He chose them. They chose each other.

Remus’s grip on his Morningstar slackens and the thing falls to the ground with a heavy clunk. He moves numbly through his room until he can fall to his knees on his bed.

He just came from the living room. They were all there. Roman was talking with Logan, ranting about some new show they were both watching. Janus was in the kitchen with Patton, making something for dinner that everyone—well, almost everyone—could eat. Virgil was on the back of the couch, reaching out for Roman’s shoulder every once in a while.

Remus had waited behind the couch. For someone to sit down, for someone to see him and shriek, or even maybe—just maybe—for someone to ask where he was.

But no.

Patton had come over and gently ruffled Virgil’s hair, saying that dinner was ready. Logan and Roman had moved into the kitchen, demanding Janus’s attention and pulling him into their conversation. Virgil had murmured a quiet thank you and Roman had asked him for what?

“Y’know,” Virgil had said, “for…this.”

“Of course,” Roman had laughed, the soft rustle of fabric as he probably pulled the emo in for a hug—what did those feel like?— “I should be thanking you?”

“What for, kiddo?”

“I dunno, it just…feels like it’s been forever since we’ve all sat down for dinner together.”

Remus’s chest had started to hurt.

“The whole family.”

The whole family.

Remus’s eyes well up with stubborn tears and he angrily swipes them away, baring his teeth at the memory and focusing intently on the things on the bed. Each hand-stitched, each carefully kept clean.

His family.

He reaches out with a shaking hand and tucks the blue frog plushie into the crook of his arm, crawling into the middle of the bed and balancing the purple spider on his shoulder. His hands keep shaking as he wraps the long yellow snake securely around his neck, clutching the head under his chin and nuzzling it protectively. The dark blue cat he holds in his other hand, careful not to tear its tie as he scrunches in on himself.

Wait.

Where is it?

No, no, no, no—

Remus growls, placing all of his family gently on the floor before all but tearing at his sheets. Where is it, where is it, where is it—his heartbeat starts to rise as his search grows more frantic, where is it, where is it—

The slightest little puff of red hair and he howls, lunging for it and sweeping it into his lap. He pauses to make sure the lion’s crown didn’t fall off and sighs when he sees it still in place. He sets the lion between his legs and leans over, adjusting everyone back into place and scrunching himself into a ball again. He rubs his nose against the lion’s fur and nuzzles into the soft fabric.

He’d never be able to forgive himself if he lost them.

Because Ohana means family.

Family means nobody gets left behind or forgotten.

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There’s a knock on his door.

Why is someone knocking on his door?

They knock again.

Remus looks up, carefully butting the spider out of the way with his head and sitting up. The snake hangs off his shoulder and he lets it, only missing its warmth once the knock sounds again.

The frog and the cat watch him warily as he climbs out of bed, the lion clutched in his hand.

The door squeaks slightly as he opens it.

“So, I’ve got popcorn, I found the weird gummy snakes, and they had this chocolate-covered bacon which we have to try—Remus?”

Roman?

Roman stands there, his arms full of snacks and blankets, his head tilted. He glances behind Remus—probably to check something or other—and then back at him.

“Remus? Are you okay?”

“Why are you here?” Roman doesn’t like him.

“It’s movie night, Re, of course, I’m here.” Roman chuckles nervously before taking in his tear-stained face. “Hey, Re, what’s going on? Are you okay? Can I come in?”

Why is Roman here? Roman has his family, what is he doing here? With Remus?

“Remus—“ oh, right, Roman’s talking to him—why is Roman talking to him?—in a soft voice now— “Remus, hey, look at me.”

Remus blinks. Oh. Roman looks concerned now, he’s reaching for him.

“Hey,” he murmurs as he ruffles Remus’s hair, “what’s going on? Have you been crying?”

Remus nods dumbly.

“I’m sorry, Re, can I help?”

Help? Why does Roman want to help?

Oh, he’s waiting for an answer.

“…sure.”

“Thank you,” Roman says softly, “can I come in?”

Remus steps aside wordlessly and Roman walks in, pausing when he sees the rest of Remus’s family on the bed.

“Did you make them?”

Something dark twists in Remus’s chest as he sees Roman reach for the spider.

“Don’t.”

Roman backs off, stepping back as Remus snatches up his family and cradles them in his lap, glaring at Roman and curling up on the bed.

“I won’t, Re, I’m sorry,” Roman says, still speaking softly, “can I sit?”

“…floor.”

Roman sits on the floor, setting aside the blankets and snacks, looking up at him. He still looks concerned. Why? Roman doesn’t like him.

“Why weren’t you at dinner,” he asks gently, “I was worried.”

Worried? About him? Remus snorts.

“You had your whole family there,” he spits, “why would you worry?”

“But you weren’t there,” Roman says like that makes any difference, “so I was worried.”

Remus shakes his head. Roman doesn’t get it. Roman doesn’t worry about him, he worries about other things. But if Roman wants to know why he wasn’t at dinner, he’ll tell him.

“I was with my family.”

Roman’s brow furrows as he glances around again. “…your family?”

Remus huddles protectively around his family. “Yes. My family.”

Roman’s eyes widen as he takes in Remus’s posture and how he reacted when Roman asked about them earlier.

“…are they your family, Remus?”

“Yes.” He holds them tighter. “I chose them. They won’t leave me. They won’t forget me. That’s what family means.”

Something crosses Roman’s face and he lets out a wounded noise. Wait. Are they fighting?

“Wait, Remus,” he murmurs, rising up to his knees, “did you—did you think we forgot you?”

“You did forget me.”

“I’m sorry, Remus, I would’ve come to look for you, but I thought—“ Roman shakes his head— “no, it doesn’t matter what I thought. I should’ve come got you, Re, I’m sorry, I—I didn’t mean to leave you behind.”

Oh.

“…you didn’t?”

Roman shakes his head furiously. “No, Remus, I promise. I never meant to leave you.”

“But everybody leaves me.”

If possible, Roman’s eyes are now wider and he scrambles for the edge of the bed. “What do you mean, Remus, what do you mean everybody leaves you?”

“You left. Virgil left. Janus left. Everybody left.” The lion’s mane brushes against his lips as he bows his head. “But not them. They won’t leave me.”

“Oh, Remus—“

Something big lunges at him and Remus whimpers, he doesn’t have his Morningstar, he doesn’t want to fight, he doesn’t—he doesn’t—

What’s happening? He feels warm and he’s being squished and Roman is pressing himself against him and what—what—

“What’re you doing?”

“It’s a hug, Remus,” comes Roman’s voice, slightly muffled, from over his shoulder, “I’m hugging you.”

Oh.

“R-Ro?”

“Yeah, Re, I’m here, I’m right here, I won’t forget you, I won’t leave you behind, you’re my brother, you’re my family, I choose you.” Roman’s grip tightens on him and Remus just about gasps. “I choose you and I want you and I like you.”

Roman…Roman likes him?

Roman chooses him?

Roman won’t…leave?

“No, Remus,” Roman promises as he cautiously asks, “I won’t leave. Not unless you want me to.”

“No.”

“Then I’m not going anywhere.”

That’s it.

Remus throws his arms around his twin and sobs, cries an entire ocean of tears into his brother’s shoulder because he’s here and he cares and he chose Remus. The darkness shudders as that small part of him surges forward, into Roman’s chest, finding a home in the prince’s heart and languishing in the warmth there.

“I’m right here, Re,” Roman murmurs, stroking up and down his back, “right here, I’ve got you.”

The snake drapes itself cautiously over Roman’s shoulder, the spider taking up watch on his knee. The cat and the frog stare at him, making sure he isn’t lying, that he won’t change his mind. The lion, sandwiched between them, feels the reassuring rumble from Roman’s chest and purrs.

After a long, long time, Remus pulls back a little and scuffs a hand over his nose.

“…did you say something about chocolate-covered bacon?”

Roman’s smile lights up.

“Let’s put on Lilo and Stitch and we’ll try it.”

Ohana means family.

Family means no one gets left behind.

Or forgotten.

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The Wedding

I promised ya’ll and AU fluff for the 100 Follower Celebration, and here it is! Sorry it took a little longer than usual...Too much freedom, brain go brrrzzzt. I hope you enjoy it!

The long-awaited day had arrived. Every inch of the kingdom had been decorated in gold and silver trappings, glittering in the warm summer sunshine. The scent of sweet and savory delights filled the air and rumbled in the stomachs of the smiling citizens. Even the children who had no idea what was going on ran through and around the legs of the adults with streamers and noisemakers, dirtying their formal clothing.

Up at the castle the preparations were even more intensive. The kitchens swarmed with staff stirring, cutting, baking, boiling, frying, and every other imaginable thing. A feast larger than any the kingdom had ever seen slowly but surely began to assemble in the main hall, where guards dressed in bright velvet capes over shining coats of mail guarded the doors. The hallways were still being strung with lanterns and bright candles, their wicks and waxes mixed with various compounds to produce colored flames. Smiles adorned the faces of every staff member as they went about their task, and the sounds of orchestras around the castle filled the air.

And what had gotten the kingdom into such a state of felicity? The upcoming marriage of their beloved princess, of course. Their princess who now sat in her room in the north tower surrounded by handmaidens.

“You are going to make the most beautiful bride the kingdom has ever seen!”

“This prince is so lucky! Every man in the kingdom would kill to take his place!”

“Who is this foreign prince, anyway? I’ve heard he’s the richest prince in the world, but nobody knows where he came from!”

The princess blushed as the girls around her chattered happily as they combed her hair, applied her makeup, and ensured every inch of her was clean and well-groomed. “You’re all embarrassing me,” she giggled, hiding her face in her shoulder. “He’s wonderful, though. I’m really the lucky one.”

All the handmaidens giggled, their excitement to meet this prince only growing. There had been multiple princes pursuing the princess, after all, each one pretending to be interested in the princess while truly seeking after the crown left available at the king’s passing. The princess, however, was not fooled by these usurpers.

So it had been quite a surprise when she had announced her engagement to an unknown man, Prince Victor. How she had met him and what he had done to convince her to wed was unknown, but their engagement had brought about a period of joy and celebration for a kingdom held so long in the dark.

A knock came to the door, startling the girls and resulting in a moment of silence followed by a wall of giggling again. “Ten minutes! The princess needs to be in the waiting room in ten minutes, so hurry up!” The shrill voice of the head maid calmed the giggles and intensified the preparations, resulting in the princess exiting the room five minutes later.

Elsewhere in the castle, the tall and dour prince paced back and forth across his own waiting room. He spun the delicate ring he held in his palm to calm himself, the metal catching the light of the decorative candles and turning it into a rainbow in his hand. Victor was dressed in a well-tailored black suit and a long, purple cape with white fur trim, shining black boots, and wrist-length black gloves. On his hip rode a ruby-hilted short sword, more ceremonial than functional.

“Your majesty? It is time.” A well-dressed butler beckoned Victor into the next room, where every room of the chapel had been filled with eager nobles. He was led to the arch where the bishop stood dressed in traditional black robes and golden tassels. The sight of him made Victor’s heart race and he grabbed the pommel of his sword to ground him.

Victor was installed in his place where the citizens of the kingdom got their first good look at him. “He’s handsome!” “Look how tall!” “Seems rather grim though, doesn’t he?” Whispers flew around the chapel like angel wings, quieting only when the orchestra began to play. Their sweet music filled the hall and spilled out into the hallway…where the princess stood holding a bouquet of sweet red roses.

A bead of nervous sweat trickled down the princess’s temple, quickly wiped away by the nearest handmaid. “Don’t worry, my dear. You are a perfect bride and you have carefully chosen your suitor. Don’t be nervous!”

“Easier said than done,” the princess replied, with a nervous giggle. She didn’t have much more time to think about it, however; the door opened and all eyes were on the girl in the delicate white dress. The music pulled her in one slow step at a time and her own eyes brushed over the crowd to settle on the groom. Her chest felt tight and her hands began to sweat, but she couldn’t help the smile that crossed her features when she saw his face.

The stone room seemed to heat up as Victor met the princess’s gaze, his eyes twin flames. Time seemed to stop (or perhaps it did) as the two shared a look over the citizens who were so excited to see their matrimony. Their hearts raced and their hands reached out toward each other, only being pulled back when their brains caught up to their actions. Cheeks flushed and lips pursed. The princess continued walking down the aisle to join Victor at his side, never taking her eyes off of him.

After what felt to the two like an eternity, Victor extended his hand and the princess took it lightly. They flashed each other a smile and turned to face the bishop, who opened his book and adjusted his glasses. “Dearest beloved…”

The world around them faded away, leaving only Victor, the princess, and the droning of the bishop. Snatches of words managed to reach their ears, bits about love and loyalty floating around like adoration’s music. And then, the most important lines:

“Victor, do you take our princess to be your lawfully wedded wife, as long as you both shall live?”

After only a moment’s pause, Victor nodded vigorously and gave the princess’s hand a squeeze. “I do.”

“And princess, do you take Prince Victor to be your lawfully wedded husband, as long as you both shall live?”

“I do!”

“Then I pronounce you man and wife, and Victor, I hereby declare you King!”

The crowd erupted into screams and shouts, the citizens jumping to their feet to cheer for their new king and queen. Victor turned his new queen to face him and lifted her chin, pressing their lips firmly together and bringing a new wave of cheers from the crowds. After a long moment their heads pulled back and the king and queen linked arms to walk back up the aisle, waving to the crowd as they passed.

“LONG LIVE THE KING! LONG LIVE THE KING!”

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Hello,

Can you do a zemo or Laszlo x reader where he is helping the reader get away from an abusive boyfriend?

Also happy (late) birthday!!! 🎁 🎉💐

Acceptance [Dr Laszlo Kreizler x Reader]

Word count: 1.5k

Warnings: mention of abuse

A/N: I had to do Laszlo, mostly because I feel like Zemo's way with you in an abusive relationship would be like: consoling you while accidentally getting your ex murdered.

Laszlo was quietly dictating to you while you typed quickly onto your typewriter. You were his private secretary and you helped him with correspondence and noting down ideas and reflections during his sessions or while he planned a new article or book.

You loved your job, you learned so much and your vision of the world broadened widely since you met with the alienist.

Somebody that wasn't happy with this arrangement was your fiancé. Your engagement was going on from few months but he courted you a lot before, your father adored him because of his military background and your mother would have prepared you to move into his house in a second just because of his last name.

You weren't deeply in love with him from the beginning but at least he gave you the feeling that you could earn some happiness, some kinship maybe with time.

But then the twist of fate, your friend Sara found you this job opportunity at the Institute and you begun enlarging your circle of friends and then Dr Kreizler taught you a lot about human mind, about what is instinct and what is feeling, about how some ideas that they put in your mind were just the easy way out to complex questions about women’s bodes or human mind.

He trusted you and you trusted him.

You fiancé seemed unsettled by the situation and often gave out remarks on how Kreizler kept you out at ungodly hours and it wasn’t respectable for your name and how you should be more careful. You found Dr Kreizler an handsome and interesting man from the moment you shared the first courtesies, so you didn't feel like getting mad at your boyfriend since you had a little pin of guilt in you, even if in reality nothing ever happened beside a very good friendship, but in such times even that could be seen as too much and you, being you, knew perfectly how your mind travelled discreetly toward the handsome doctor.

The situation with your partner started quickly deteriorating, your family admired him so much and saw him as the perfect candidate for you that they didn't even consider something could be going wrong. When you slowly begun to put together how he talked to you, the words he used to address you started striking in, from remarks to proper insults until they felt like a judgment given from above to you. You talked about it with your parents but they justified him. He probably meant it to 'wake you up'. You're too sensitive. He is a hard man, he probably means it in the best way and you're overreacting.

When words became actions, you didn't know who could you talk to so you kept quiet.

Under the heavy cloths of the victorian Era your shameful secret was guarded, the tickling clock toward your wedding day felt more and more like being condemned to life sentence in prison.

"Damn"

You hissed as you typed the last sentence wrong and you had to do it all over again.

"Y/N" Laszlo said as he leaned his head on side, cursing from you was rare if not completely unexpected.

"I apologise doctor, we can keep going and I will adjust it alone, I don't want to rob you of your time"

It was a tendency that you took up lately to be a bit too much apologetic. You apologised for everything, he almost expected you to be apologising for breathing. Which wasn't healthy but he promised himself not to be his usual alienist self with you and start analysing every change.

But he hated to see you like this, you were disappearing for some reason. You brought sunshine in the Institute and in his office, you decorated your desk with your favourite items and colours and he missed to see them, to see you express yourself, your smile, your questions always giving him the chance to rethink, to revise theories he gave as granted.

"Come, stand up" Laszlo said as you looked up at him surprised but he was already walking away so you had to follow up.

He guided you out of the office and up over the stairs, you climbed more and more behind him huffing because of the clothing giving you little space for movement until you arrived to an heavy door that Dr Kreizler opened with a key he kept in his pocket alongside with others.

Little it took you to understand you were on the roof of the Institute, the cold breeze hitting on you as he held the door open for you and you came out with him. It wasn't too cold, the sun was still up in the late afternoon.

"I hoped you'd like to talk to me here, I lock this place because kids would come here and it is not too safe, but i often come up here to reflect"

You nodded slowly as you stared at the buildings and then at him again.

"I am fine"

He stared at you as he leaned his head on side as he leaned over the edge of the roof in a relaxed sitting position, the wind blowing lightly his perfectly combed hair "Take your time"

"Dr Kreizler, I really don't"

"We agreed about you calling me Laszlo, did I do anything to have you taking this privilege away?"

You stared at him, breath clung into your chest.

"No, it is not that, it is, well, it is not easy with my fiancé, I mean to have me working for a man and call you by your first name is not, well, appropriate”

He stared at you as he could tell it was a truth, but it wasn't enough.

"Did he want to call off the engagement? I can talk to him, reassure him that nothing happened and of my integrity toward you and the absolute respect you ever had toward your profession"

He said as you bit the inside of your cheek, but you tried to hide it.

"I think it is not needed"

"So it wouldn't be enough for him, that's what you mean?"

You almost chocked on air because it was true, it was an hazard he did from that comment but the result made it worth it.

"Y/N" he said taking a deep breath in and moving closer to you “I am not here to tell you how to live your life, I am nobody’s counsellor about right choices”

You looked up as he was so close to you and he was staring directly to you.

“Don’t take this as me talking to you as an alienist or your chief, but as a friend who is deeply concerned about your current state”

He took a brief pause and the fact you were too afraid by that closeness to reply, it just showed how much there was underneath the surface.

“Nothing can’t be undone, not even an engagement” he finally said “It is some time that you’re not only distant and that’s since that ring appeared on your finger, but you’re also deeply sad and I am afraid to ask what is going on with your left shoulder to make you always wince when you lift even a pen”

You bit on your bottom lip as you trembled on the spot biting so hard, almost to the bleeding point until he pushed gently his hand to touch your jaw making you undo that silly torture onto yourself, the lump that you kept for month in your throat finally ready to be set free as you let to a sob of pure pain.

“I-I..”

He looked at you and smiled warmly, welcoming

“..I am so scared”

He leaned his hand on your back gently pulling you into a hug as you begun to cry like one of the kids in the Institute.

A cry made of heavy tears of fear, of loud uncontrollable sobs and your hands clasped over his jacket like for a dear of life.

“It is okay, I am here, you can stay here for the night and we will make everything alright”

His voice calm, warm like the home you daydreamed when imagined to have a family yourself.

“Doctor, I swear I am not lying”

“I know Y/N, I know, I believe you” he said as he gently held you resting his hand on your back, gently caressing you into warm circles “You are being so courageous to do this first step, no fear now, I won’t let you live another day like this”

“But”

“I told you” he murmured looking down at you “I believe you”

You nodded as you finally accepted it, he could really help you, even if you said barely anything he saw it, he saw your pain and your pain could have been caused by a needle, an angry cat or an abusive man.

It didn’t matter, your pain was now his, and he won’t let you live with it any time soon.

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