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gothdaddyissues · 1 year

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Ghoulies Shouldn't Play With Dead Things

For the @petrifyingpapas challenge - Week Two: INCANTATION

SUMMARY: On Walpurgisnacht, the Ghouls attempt to summon the spirit of Papa Emeritus III. Will it go wrong? Probably.... But it might not be a bad thing after all (~2600 words)

TAGS: Cumulus, Aether, Rain, Swiss, Mountain, Cirrus, Dewdrop, Sunshine, The Ghost of Papa III, summoning spirits, Ouija boards, everybody wants to protect our boy Copia (including me)

Also available on Ao3 HERE

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Deep in the bowels of The Ministry, where Siblings and Clergy alike feared to tread, lay chambers full of mystery. Well, really it was just a maze of cobwebs, damp, and empty rooms. But there were no humans brave enough to venture down there to find that out.

It didn't stop the Ghouls though. It was their favorite place to go, in fact. Away from prying human eyes, they could do whatever they pleased -drink, dance, fuck, play Monopoly, or have paintball tournaments - with no consequences.

But sometimes, just once in a while, they got themselves into trouble.

One particular night - an hour or so before dawn on Walpurgis Night, to be exact - Aether and Rain found themselves hurriedly descending the steps into their secret basement hideaway, late to meet with the others. Cumulus had "an idea" (her words, not theirs) of how to celebrate the event. But she needed a particular object that the two of them were tasked to acquire. And it took them longer to get a hold of it than they anticipated.

Aether pounded on the ancient wooden door to the farthest room, knowing it would be locked. They were greeted by the sound of scraping metal and creaking hinges before Swiss slowly swung the door open.

"Good evenink. I am Sveess," he said in his best Count Dracula impersonation, "I bid you velcome." He bowed deeply, laughing as they entered.

The windowless room within was lit only by candlelight. The rest of the Ghouls sat cross-legged on the floor in a circle around a large pentagram Cumulus had drawn there with red... paint? Blood? Aether wasn't about to check. There were other magical symbols scribbled in each corner of the room, one in the middle of each wall, and also one on the back of the door.

"Please tell me you got it?" Cumulus asked eagerly.

"Yeah," Aether replied. It had involved a trip to the party supply store and a Mission Impossible-esque operation to break into Sister Imperator's office at nightfall. She kept their prize on the shelf behind her desk, propped up on a small stand like a trophy. Because to her, it was. Hopefully, she'd never notice they'd swapped it with a cheap, plastic replica. He walked over to Cumulus while reaching into his jacket to produce the yellow toy. "Here ya go - the Kazoo of Destiny."

Cumulus clapped her hands in glee. "Excellent! I knew I could count on your guys! Thank you." She took it from Aether and placed it carefully in the very center of the pentagram, atop a Ouija board. "Okay, sit, sit. We don't have much time before sunrise."

"And why are we doing this again?" Mountain wondered aloud. "This feels like a really bad idea..."

"Because if we don't do it now, we'll have to wait six months until Samhain," she said.

"But WHY?" Mountain asked again. "Why are we summoning Terzo's ghost? We didn't even know him."

"Because we want to know who killed him, remember?" Sunshine reminded him.

"Yeah, and maybe have him scare the shit out of Imperator while he's here," Dewdrop added, a fiendish smirk on his face, "That'd be fun."

"Now's your chance to leave, if you don't want to do this," Cirrus said gently.

Mountain looked anxious, fiddling with his hands as he sat. "No, no... I'm good. I'll stay."

Once all the Ghouls were in place around the pentagram, Cumulus explained the rules. "No fussing, no moving out of the circle until I say it's okay. Don't let go of your neighbor's hands, no matter what happens. We have to keep the circle intact. First thing I'm gonna do is cast a protective barrier around us. Then we'll summon him. Y'all remember the incantation?"

They all replied with a chorus of affirmatives.

"Okay." Cumulus took a deep breath to steel herself. "Here we go."

She stood and walked around the circle three times, invoking the spirits of the old ones at each quarter. She asked for protection and guidance for the ritual. And when she finally returned to her spot at the bottom of the pentagram she raised her arms over her head, creating a swirling purple cloud out of the air. As she sat, she swooped her arms down with her, bringing the mist down as well, enveloping them all in a safe, shielded bubble.

She took the hands of the Ghouls on either side of her, and the others followed suit until they were all linked together.

"Greetings to our companions from the other side," Cumulus began in a clear, steady voice. "Tonight we gather here to contact the spirit of our lost brother Terzo, Papa Emeritus the Third. We seek your indulgence. We wish to offer you understanding and justice, Papa. We seek to avenge your untimely death. Please, Papa, make yourself known to us. Amate spiritus obscure te quaerimus. Te oramus, nobiscum colloquere apud nos. Amate spiritus obscure te quaerimus. Te oramus, nobiscum colloquere apud nos."

That was everyone's cue to join in. They chanted in unison: "Amate spiritus obscure te quaerimus. Te oramus, nobiscum colloquere apud nos. Amate spiritus obscure te quaerimus. Te oramus, nobiscum colloquere apud nos. Amate spiritus obscure te quaerimus. Te oramus, nobiscum colloquere apud nos."

The incantation was chanted 13 times and then the Ghouls fell quiet. They looked at each other, looked around them, up at the ceiling, and at the yellow kazoo lying in the center of the pentagram.

Nothing was happening.

"Did it work?" Cirrus asked in a whisper.

"How long does it take for him to show up?" Swiss asked, getting impatient.

Culumlus shushed them. She was trying to keep focused. "Papa Emeritus the Third," she called out, "Please let your presence be known to us. If you are here, we ask that you give us a sign."

A sudden whoosh of air blew through the room, extinguishing the candles around them all at once, plunging them into near darkness. Rain startled and yelped like a frightened animal.

Dewdrop gripped Rain's hand tighter, trying to keep him steady. "Fucking hell, Rain! Don't let go."

"Guys, stay still!" Cumulus was trying not to panic. Once her eyes adjusted to the dark, she realized the purple, iridescent mist that surrounded them provided a dim luminosity, like a black light. She could see the yellow kazoo in front of her practically glowing fluorescent.

And then it started to move, jittering and spinning as if someone was fidgeting with it.

"Oh shit oh shit oh shit," Rain mumbled.

Cumulus was giddy. "Papa?? Papa is that you?"

The kazoo slid across the Ouija board seemingly of its own accord, pointing to the YES in the top left corner.

The Ghouls exchanged looks, some of them full of excitement, some of them terrified. But all of them sat in suspense, leaning forward to gaze down at the Ouija board in wonder.

"Hello, Papa," Cumulus said softly. "Thank you for coming."

Again, the kazoo moved, slipping from letter to letter as the small end spelled out the next response: H - E - L - L - O.

"You are greatly missed here, Papa," she told him.

A - M... I?

"Yes! Very much. Please tell us, are you okay? Where you are, I mean?"

The toy slid back to the YES, pointing to it briefly before it began to spin. It was the spirit's turn to speak. Slowly, it began to spell: W - H - O... I - S... P - A - P -A... N - O - W?

"Um," Cumulus began. This was odd. She'd conducted many a seance in her time but had almost never seen a spirit ask its own questions like this. Even in death, Terzo was still a force to be reckoned with. She couldn't help but worry that her answer would upset him. "Copia. Copia is Papa now."

For long moments, the kazoo did not move. Had they rendered the spirit of Terzo Emeritus 'speechless' with this news? The air in the tiny room was thick and hot, and she could feel the tension in her companions as they waited. Then, suddenly, the toy shot across the board to the word NO.

The Ghouls looked at each other again, all of them growing more unsettled. "Yes, Papa. It's true."

The kazoo moved quickly this time: P - U - P - P - E - T.

"Puppet? Who's the puppet? Copia?" Cumulus asked, her voice shaky with worry. "What do you mean?"

P - R - O - T - E - C - T... H - I - M.

There were audible gasps amongst the Ghouls, and Aether tightened his grip on Cumulus' hand. "Protect him from who, Papa?" he asked.

T - H - E - M.

The faint sound of bells could be heard in the distance. Morning had come, the sun was rising, and all the residents of the Ministry were being called to begin their days. Time was running out, but Cumulus wasn't done...

"Papa, please, tell us. Who do we protect him from? The ones who killed you?"

Once more, the kazoo pointed to YES.

"Who?" Swiss asked. "Who killed you, Papa?"

They watched as the toy darted across to the alphabet once more, stopping first at the letter S. As it moved to the next letter, the shrill claxon of a cell phone ringtone echoed throughout the room, each one of the Ghouls' phones going off in unison. So jarring and sudden at a moment when they were all wound as tightly as springs, that was all it took to set them all off. Cirrus and Sunshine screamed and grabbed at each other. Dewdrop and Rain jumped to their feet in alarm, knocking the Ouija board across the floor. Aether, Swiss, and Mountain frantically searched through their coats to find their phones and silence the noise. Any semblance of keeping to the seance rules went by the wayside. The circle was broken.

"NO!" Cumulus cried. "Oh no! No no no no!" The misty purple bubble of protection evaporated around them, and the eight Ghouls were left in the darkness.

Aether's face was quickly illuminated by the light from his cell phone. "We missed Sister Imperator's morning call," he announced, "She's gonna be pissed." He turned on his flashlight, shining it around the room at his companions, all of their reflective eyes wide, thoroughly freaked out and looking like deer caught in headlights. "Is everybody okay?" he asked... knowing full well they weren't.

"I need to get outta here," Mountain whined, his voice trembling, "Please let me out."

With their phone lights as guides, the dazed Ghouls managed to find their way to the door, and Mountain sprinted away the moment it was open. A few of them muttered apologies before making their way out. Only Cumulus remained in her spot, staring down at the upended Ouija board and the kazoo laying in the dirt.

Aether approached her slowly. "You okay, sweets?" he asked, his hand dropping to her shoulder.

She shook her head sadly. "No. No, I'm not. I messed up bad. We didn't send Papa back... we didn't close the circle. What if..." She sniffled back her tears. "What if Papa is stuck here now? This is horrible. We've doomed him to wander this place as a ghost."

"Well, we already have to deal with the ghost of Nihil. What's one more, eh?"

Cumulus managed a small chuckle and placed her hand on Aether's before looking up at him. "And what about Copia? We have to protect him, he said. But he didn't get a chance to tell us who from. All we know is it started with an 'S.'"

"Sister Imperator? I mean, everybody already suspects that."

"Or Saltarian?"

Aether gripped her hand tight. "Or both? He did say 'them.'"

"Shit..." Cumulus sighed.

Again, their cell phones jingled. A text message this time, from Sister Imperator: "Where are you?? You're late for the morning meeting!"

"Come on," Aether said, helping Cumulus to her feet, "Let's go. We don't want them to come looking for us down here and seeing what we've done, or we're fucked. Don't worry. We'll figure this out, okay?"

Arm in arm, they left the room, shutting the door up tight behind them.

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Moments passed. Terzo waited until they were safely back on the main floor before he floated into the room. This was entirely unexpected. Torn away from the blissful void of the afterlife back to this mundane place, not a physical part of it, but still in it. He looked down at himself, glowy and ethereal, dressed in his finest chasuble, his hands encased in the black gloves with the golden claws...a nice outfit to spend eternity in. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad.

His kazoo sat at his feet.

"Hmmmm..." He reached down to see if he could touch it. The first test of his incorporeal-ness. He wasn't sure what to expect. Placing his hand over top of it, he watched in wonder as it melded into him, absorbed into his ghostly form. The Kazoo of Destiny was his once more.

He couldn't help but giggle.

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The Ghouls never again spoke about what had happened that night.

It's not that they didn't acknowledge it. They most certainly did. But not to each other. It simply became a tacit duty, an implicit agreement between them all to protect Copia with their lives. There was always at least one of them keeping an eye on their Papa at all times, never letting him linger with Imperator or Saltarian too long out of their sight.

The Ministry, and the Ghost Project, were thriving. More popular than they had ever been, with legions of new, devoted followers. The Ghouls knew that was all because of Copia's hard work and dedication. They showered him with love and affection, never letting on that they knew what had happened to his predecessors, or what they were prepared to do to keep him safe.

Cumulus spent days searching the halls for glimpses of Terzo's spirit. She lit candles for him in the chapel, asked for him to make himself known, and spoke prayers and incantations from ancient ritual books, all in hopes that he would be safely shepherded back to the shadow realm. As time passed and she saw no sign of him, she assumed that he had returned there.

But no. Terzo was just really good at being sneaky. He never appeared to anyone. He kept himself hidden as best as he could - including from the foul spirit of his shithead father that also wandered the halls. He was still around though, keeping watch over his favorite Sisters of Sin, causing upset with Sister Imperator and Mr. Saltarian every chance he could, and growing very fond of the Ghouls that had summoned him. Perhaps one day he would reveal himself to them...

And as for Copia? Terzo was so proud of him and of how far he had come. He was exactly what the Ghost Project needed. It was too bad Terzo had to die for Copia to take the mantle, especially when he recognized all the struggles this new Papa was going through: the self-doubt, the pressure, the loneliness. If only he could be there, physically, to help guide him. Instead, he did what he could.

Terzo was with him in spirit on the stressful days, on the cold, lonely nights. Sometimes he would play a tune on his kazoo that only Copia could hear. Copia would never startle or wonder where the sound was coming from. He would smile, relax his shoulders and close his eyes, and just for a moment, enjoy the company.

#ghost #the band ghost #ghost fan fic #ghost fanfiction #my fan fic #my fanfiction #papa iii #nameless ghouls #petrifyingpapas #incantation #I've had sad Copia hours for days and want to protect him at all costs...

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sortofanobsession · 8 months

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Bright lights and futures (Ted Lasso Fic) RoyJamie Time travel AU Surprise Sequel!

A/N I know I teased this last Saturday have a few other fics that have sequel ideas Early Morning Visitor/Maggie fic & Jamie's Birthday. 😉 A bunch of other promised fics I have been working on too. Let me know which you want to see most of you can.

Reminder! Minors Do No Interact (not super 18+ just the recent YouTube drama has reminded me that it needs to be stated.)

Ch 1 (AO3)

Ted Lasso Masterlist

Pairing: Roy x Jamie (romantic), Keeley x Jamie/Roy (platonic), Colin x Jamie/Roy (platonic), Ted x Jamie/Roy (platonic), Beard Jamie/Roy (platonic), Team x Jamie/Roy (platonic)

Word count: 5k+ (turned into a monster of a sequel 😂)

Content Warnings: canon injury, abuse, past child abuse, past violence, anger, fear, cursing/cussing/swearing

Chapter 2: Never NOT in mind

Roy can tell something is off when Jamie is unusually quiet and subdued as they board the bus. He starts to worry when Jamie sits in the window seat. And Roy sits beside him on the way to Liverpool.

"Talk to me," Roy says quietly once the bus is well on the way. He leans ever so slightly into Jamie's space as he does. "You don't have to right now, but-"

"My dad texted me," Jamie says. He will probably regret it because they are trapped on a bus for the next like 6 hours and this will anger Roy. He just knows it. But he also doesn't like the idea of Roy knowing something is wrong and just letting Roy worry the whole time. Jamie doesn't want that. Roy has been a fucking rock for him since they saw the future. A future that he knows is gone now. But were they supposed to change it? Because the bauble hadn't glowed since. Was it some sort of destiny that he was to find that bauble and change things? Sometimes Jamie's head hurts just thinking about it all. Was it all a change for the better? His thoughts are interrupted by Roy's hand on his knee.

"Hey," Roy says. "What did he say?"

Right, his dad. They were talking about his dad. Jamie nods and gets out his phone. He opens the message and hands his phone to Roy. Roy has to remind himself that James Tartt is not there. That James Tartt can't get to Jamie if they don't let him.

He hands the phone back to Jamie.

"Be right back," Roy gets up. He catches Beard's attention before he reaches him.

"Hey, Coach," Roy says as he crouches beside him, ignoring the discomfort in his knee. He'd endure much worse for Jamie if needed. This was nothing. "Anyway we can make sure Jamie's dad can't get anywhere near the hotel? Because the stadium already knows. Welton and Pep got that out to the right people."

"You got a specific reason or is it just a bad feeling being closer to Manchester?"

"About every threat a person can fit into a handful of texts dated this morning says it is going to be a shit show if we don't do something. And-"

"If you see him, you'll probably catch a charge for manslaughter," Beard states.

"Manslaughter?"

"Oh yeah, sure we could get charges lowered, if not dropped because it's a clear pattern of behavior and he is dumb enough to put actual threats in text. But you'd miss the game, Jamie too most likely. So I'll see what we can do."

"Thanks, Coach," Roy says going back to his seat. Jamie looks at him, confused.

"Beard's going to see about getting your father barred from the hotel."

"Oh, okay," Jamie says.

"If he shows up, you leave him to me, yeah?"

"And let him hurt you, no. He's-"

"I don't care if he hits me. He'll get one hit, then I will end him."

"And then you get arrested," Jamie states. "No, it's not worth it. He isn't worth it. I'm-"

Roy growls. A few of the other players look over at them. Colin is a few rows away and gets up to approach them, but Roy gestures for him to stay put. And Colin obeys.

"The voice in here," Roy taps Jamie's temple. "That says you aren't worth it, it's just your old man's shit. And it's wrong. Ask anyone here. They'd be right there with me because you're one of us. Your father is a right prick and knows he's nothing without you. You are the only thing he has ever done right, and he still fucked that up. You are who you are because of your mum and your own hard work. He has nothing. He is nothing. You are Jamie fucking Tartt. And you are one of the best strikers in the league and only getting better now that you're on the right team. He is an old drunk tosser that your mum was right to give the boot. She and you deserved better. Still do. So I will fucking tell you every day that you are fucking worth it and he deserves to be locked up."

"You always manage to say the sweetest thing in the most terrifying way possible. Kinda hot."

"Almost makes you regret promising these idiots we'd behave."

"Fuck it," Jamie grins and pulls Roy in for a kiss. Earning a wolf whistle from someone.

"Alright, you two, save it for the hotel," Ted hollers. "Keep it professional, or we'll separate you."

"Ooooooooo," most of the team teases like children. Jamie laughs and Roy grunts, but they settle in for the long ride. Roy knows Jamie hates sitting for that long so he does his best to keep his mind busy. Halfway through the trip, Jamie looks up at Roy. They had swapped seats, and Roy's bad knee was over Jamie's lap. Jamie's fingers working at the sore joint. It was something that had helped Roy be able to manage the longer trips with less pain, and it gave Jamie something to do with his hands. "Do you think we were supposed to change our futures? And that's why we went through what we did?" Jamie asks, and Roy sighs. He doesn't blame Jamie for not being able to stop thinking about it. They had discussed what happened more than a few times, but it was something Jamie could never seem to stop thinking about. Sometimes they told others. Colin and Keeley had doubted them at first but the fact that their attitudes and behaviors changed so drastically in a literal flash did lend credence to the idea. Jamie had told Keeley about everything. He told Dani, too, but Dani hadn't doubted the story at all. Roy had told Colin and Issac because he just needed to tell someone who wasn't a 6-year-old child that asks a million questions. Colin was easily becoming one of the people he trusted most. And with Colin, comes Isaac. Neither had called him crazy. Roy found it amusing that Jamie's old lackeys were now Roy's closest mates, other than Jamie, on the team. Jamie still had Jeff. Jeff was a good friend. Even Roy could see that. But Jamie had drifted towards Dani Rojas. Which made sense. Rojas was like the sun. Bright, warm, and people sort of gravitated to him. Jamie needed more happiness. So Roy was glad the happy-go-lucky guy was there. Even if his overly cheery mood often clashed with Roy's. What Roy was most proud to see Jamie change was his relationship with Sam. Jamie had been attempting to make amends with Sam. And it seemed to be working. Sam may not have understood what changed that day in the locker room, but he agreed that it had changed both Jamie and Roy. Both for the better. Sam had told Roy that if Roy said Jamie had changed, then Sam would believe it. Sam trusted Roy. Sam was a bit surprised when Roy told him he was proud of him and grateful for the trust he had in him. Even Ted had found that amazing. But no one was happier that Sam had accepted it all than Jamie. Jamie was happy to have the chance to have the friendship like he'd seen the future versions of them to have. Even if it would be different because they were changing things already. Jamie spent most of the time he didn't spend with Roy or Keeley with Dani and Sam. And Roy knew things were going well for the morale of the team. Between Jamie and Dani, the positive energy in the team was a boost. Having Jamie as a uniting force, as opposed to a dividing one, was literally a game changer.

Beard pulled through and the hotel assures them that all security had been alerted and that James Tartt should not be a problem. Their comfort had been the hotel's priority. And Jamie hadn't realized how much a weight was actually lifted off his shoulders by having Roy and the coaches know the truth.

The moment he door closed to their shared room Jamie kissed Roy like his life depended on it.

"Fuck," Roy chuckled when they broke for air. The look of awe in Jamie's eyes did funny things to Roy. "Been fucking fighting that one have you?"

Jamie smiles. "You don't know how much it means to not have to worry about-" Roy cuts him off because he doesn't want to talk about Jamie's fucking father. He just spent over 6 hours with his boyfriend half in his lap and vice versa. He glances at the clock. They had a bit of time before they needed to meet with the team. And Ted had told them to save it for the hotel. They may have been the last to join the team for movie night, but they kept it relatively appropriate and pda free. That was always going to be a difficult task since Jamie loved to push buttons and boundaries. Jamie was always a cheeky prick. It only got worse when his heart got involved. They were the last again before heading to the match the next day but they still made it on time.

The match went well and even the team could appreciate how Jamie had brought the lighter side out of Roy. Though the pair did disappear from the celebration before anyone else, but no one really blames them. Most of the team just tried not to think too much about it. They were just happy their teammates were happy.

The team was doing better, but relegation was still on the table. They still had a lot of work to do.

"It wasn't over until it was over," Ted told them. "Which means we still had time to show the world what you all are made of."

The game was tied, and all they had to do was keep it that way. Jamie was going to do everything he could to get them the advantage. He was halfway across the pitch, keeping track of the ball and looking for possible advantages. He didn't have time to step in as Roy went on the defensive more aggressive than usual. Roy was taking the chance of relegation seriously. They all were, but even as the captain, Roy was pushing it. And when Jamie realized what Roy was doing the striker's stomach turned. He ran towards him but was blocked by one of City's defenders, and Jamie almost threw a punch. But he didn't get the chance because the play was over and Roy wasn't getting up. He ran towards him only to be stopped by Colin.

"Get the fuck off me!" Jamie tried to shove him off. His eyes have barely left Roy. Jeff had come over to help Colin.

"If you go over there, one of two things will happen: you'll end up in an argument with someone and get carded," and Colin leans closer to limit the risk of anyone hearing him. "Or you'll be so focused on Roy that you risk outing both of you. Let the others handle it."

Jamie wants to put up a fight. Wants to shove Colin and fight anyone else that might stop him. It pains him as he watches the others get Roy up and it's a struggle to watch him limp away.

"Colin, please," Jamie says, and when Colin looks up at Roy, Roy looks back at him and just nods. Colin lets him go, and Jamie meets Roy on the sidelines as he hands the captain band to Isaac, much to Isaac's shock, but it was an easy choice, having seen Isaac as captain in the future.

"Are you-" Jamie starts to ask, but Roy cuts him.

"Don't fucking waste it, got it, Tartt?"

"What? I mean-"

"Finish the fucking match," Roy tells him.

"Roy," Jamie says, but Roy is already being taken to the locker room by the medics.

"You heard the man," Ted says.

Jamie doesn't hold back once back in the game. Get yellow carded and nearly gets into it with the ref over a call but Sam and Dani manage to reign him in. Colin and Isaac handle the rest. Jamie ends up setting up a shot for Dani that ends up beautiful with the ball in the back of the net. And their defenders keep the lead for a win. They get to stay in the league. But Jamie doesn't stay to celebrate longer than needed. He shakes hands with his old team. Some of them were actually happy Jamie was thriving in Richmond. But he was the first off the pitch as he rushed to the locker room. His heart sank when Roy wasn't there. He went over to his cubby and checked his phone. He has a text from Keeley telling him she took Roy home. And that worried Jamie. He hurried to change out of his kit, and didn't even bother showering. He was half-changed when the coaches came in.

"Hey, Coach?" Jamie says, and Ted comes over.

"Rushing off to check on Roy?" Ted asks.

"If that's-"

"Sure, yeah, just let me know how he's doing when you get there."

"Yeah, sure, Coach."

"You did good, Jamie," Ted tells him. "That last goal you set up for Dani was amazing. I may not fully understand what you guys went through with that rock thing, but you played better than I ever expected. Well done, Jamie."

Jamie smiles at him. "Thanks, Coach."

"Tell Roy I'll check in with him tomorrow."

"Yeah, I will."

Jamie finishes getting changed and grabs his stuff. He sends Keeley and Roy a text to let them know he is leaving. He just has to run by his place first.

Roy gets a bad feeling in his gut when almost an hour goes by, and neither he nor Keeley can get a hold of Jamie. Keeley had already checked with the team and confirmed he left. Keeley was just about to call Ted when there was a knock at Roy's door. His bad feeling only grew when Keeley gasped. And despite how fucked Roy's knee was, he goes to see what was happening.

"I swear, Keels, it looks worse than it feels."

And before he even sees him, he knows Jamie isn't alright. Jamie pulls away from the hug he was giving Keeley.

"I doubt that very much," Keeley says. And that's when Roy gets a good look at Jamie, and the pain in his knee is nothing compared to the rage in his heart. He isn't even sure Jamie knows he's there because one of his eyes is swollen shut. And he is covered in newly formed cuts and bruises.

"What the fuck happened?" Roy asks.

"You should probably not be up and-" Jamie starts to deflect, but Roy isn't having it.

"Fuck off," Roy snaps. "Tell me what-"

"Roy!" Keeley glares at him. He glares right back. "Both of you go sit, and I will get Jamie some ice, and then you can yell."

Roy isn't happy about it, but he doesn't argue. Especially not when Jamie gets close enough that he can actually assess the damage.

"Who do I need to kill?" Roy says.

"Come on," Jamie says and moves to help Roy more easily limp his way back to the living room.

"Not hiding some cracked ribs or some shit, are you?" Roy asks as he avoids putting too much weight on him because he still has no idea what happened, and the last thing he wants to do is hurt Jamie.

"Nah," Jamie assures him, but the next words out of his mouth are anything but reassuring. "Bug just thought my face deserved to get acquainted with the hood of my car."

"I am going to kill him," Roy growls. "You fucking father too. The whole fucking lot."

"You aren't killing anyone on that knee," Keeley says as she joins them. She sets down a bottle of water and grabs the bottle of painkillers that Roy had out beside it. Once they both sit on the couch, she hands Jamie an ice pack for his face.

"What happened, babe?" She asks.

Jamie tells them that his dad and his mates caught a ride with some lads from the pub that had gone to the match. Of course, they weren't allowed anywhere near the dog track. But they weren't going to miss an opportunity to make Jamie regret telling anyone. They had always promised him that they would make his life miserable. Thankfully, one of Jamie's neighbors had come out to congratulate him on the match and ended up calling the police. Which meant James and his cronies took off.

"Could have been worse," Jamie assures them.

"You could be dead," Keeley states.

"Maybe, but I'm not. I should have sent you a text and let you know, but I got done with the cops and the medics and just wanted to get here."

"Did they find your dad?" Keeley asks.

"No," Jamie says as he readjusts the ice pack and leans back now that he is done with the story. He looks over at Roy, who hasn't really said much. And it doesn't bode well that his hands are balled into fists.

"You okay, Roy?"

"No, I am not fucking okay," Roy says. Jamie can tell he is trying to keep his voice down because Jamie's head is killing him. "You fucking father would have killed you if your neighbor hadn't shown up. And you are fucking apologizing to us."

"Can you give us a minute, Keeley?" Jamie asks.

"Sure, babe. I should probably call Ted and Rebecca. Let them know. I'll be in the kitchen." She squeezes his shoulder as she passes.

"Thanks, Keels," he says.

"I should have known he'd fucking try something," Roy grumbles. "Should have fucking been there."

"You can't be everywhere, Roy. Was bound to happen."

"Wouldn't have happened if I had-"

"You have your own shit to deal with," Jamie says, cutting him off. "How bad is it?" He gestures to Roy's knee.

"It's fucked, but I'll live," Roy says. "You almost didn't. So don't change the fucking subject."

"The police will handle it," Jamie assures him. "Them and the medics would have insisted I go to A&E if it was too bad. So the fact I'm here means that it's fine. Now tell me what the med team said about your knee."

"They said it's fucked. I'm done. Are they going to actually fucking charge him this time or what?"

"Yeah, since they have a witness and a report," Jamie says as he sets the ice pack down so he can actually look at Roy. "But fuck, Roy. You're-"

"Fuck off," Roy says, but the harsh edge of his words is undermined by the way Roy reaches over and puts the ice back on Jamie's face. "My knee has been fucked for a while and this was long fucking overdue. You tell me I'm too fucking old for this all the time. Bout fucking time I listened."

"You know that's not what I meant," Jamie says. And Roy is more worried about how hard Jamie hit his head for him not to have a smartass retort. "I never wanted- not even when I thought you hated me."

Roy tosses the ice pack away and gently grips Jamie's face. "Hey," Roy starts. "Fuck off with that shit. I know you were just being a prick. Didn't fucking mean it. Just trying to say it could be fucking worse because you could be dead, and that's a lot more fucking terrifying than never playing again. Because I can live with retirement, just not if you aren't part of it."

"Wow, that is probably the sweetest thing you've ever said," Jamie says.

Roy rolls his eyes, but Jamie can't resist. He leans in, and despite his anger and annoyance, Roy meets him halfway and kisses him. He kisses him again because he had a shitty fucking day, and Jamie could have died.

"I should have stayed. I didn't want to deal the the fucking team looking at me with fucking pity. I know it's over for me. And that takes some getting used to, but I should have stayed, and that fucking bastard never would have had the chance. You wouldn't be-"

Jamie cuts him off with a kiss because he fucking loves this man. Roy was probably having the worst day of his life, and all he could think about was Jamie's well-being. His childhood hero didn't seem to care his own career was over. It dawns on Jamie that it's because Roy knew this was coming. They had seen it, not this exactly, but they had known it was going to happen sooner rather than later. Roy knew what was going to happen by a certain date. Roy knew he'd have a place at Richmond still. Roy also knew that Jamie would fucking thrive at Richmond even without Roy on the team. He knew they would be alright and that they'd be together. And Jamie just wants to crawl in Roy's lap and stay there because fucking hell he adores this man.

"Nothing to do about it now," Jamie says.

"I can fucking kill him," Roy says.

"No, you can't!" Keeley shouts from the hall. "So just shut up, tell him you love him and go the hell to bed!"

"Fuck off! This is my house!" Roy shouts back.

"Make me, I dare ya," Keeley challenges.

"Don't fucking tempt me, Jones!"

Jamie chuckles.

"You find this fucking hilarious, don't you?" Roy says to Jamie, but the way Roy's lip twitches at the corner betrays him. Roy can't really help it. Jamie's laugh, even just a chuckle, does stupid fucking things to him. And the fact Jamie is safe in Roy's home, tucked into Roy's side, laughing and smiling despite half his face a bruised and bloody mess, makes Roy feel things he never thought he would. Absolute love and adoration for Jamie fucking Tartt. Keeley might have a point.

"What do you say?" Roy asks and gets a confused look from Jamie. And Roy smiles. "You look fucking knackered."

"Says you, old man," Jamie counters, and Roy huffs a laugh because there's the classic Jamie Tartt retort.

"You better watch that pretty little mouth of yours, Tartt."

"Why? What's it gonna do?" Jamie says. "What you gonna do about it?"

"Oh, I'm going to fucking-"

"You two are ridiculous," Keeley says. Jamie jumps because he hadn't realized she was back in the room, and Roy winces as it jostles his knee. Jamie curses, but before he can fuss, Roy stops him.

"Fucking quit that," Roy insists.

"Sorry, babes," Keeley says as she hands a cup of tea to Roy and sets another down for Jamie because he is too busy focusing on Roy.

Roy waves her off as he accepts the drink. "It's fucking fine. Cheers." He takes a drink and nods. Jamie watches him carefully before he looks back at Keeley. She nods at his cup.

He thanks her and is reminded why he still cares so much for her because she remembers exactly how he likes it. He is so damn lucky to have her as a friend after all the shit he put her through.

"Oi, stop that," Keeley says as she playfully shoves his knee, but not enough that it would jostle Roy's busted-up one.

"What?" Jamie blinks at her.

"I know that look," she says. "You know that look?" She asks Roy. Roy grunts but nods. And Jamie can see the way Roy's brows have furrowed.

"Whatever your fucking worrying about, fucking quit it," Roy says.

"Exactly," Keeley agrees. "You've had a long day. So drink your tea."

"Fucking right," Roy says.

"And you," Keeley looks at him.

"The fuck did I do?" Roy glares at her.

"For starters, you're both idiots," she says. "And you both reek. And I know this one," she nudges Jamie, "hates showering alone, so for my sanity, I'm going to head out." She gets up to leave.

"Wait!" Jamie says, setting his tea down and getting up.

"Yeah?" She stops.

"What did Lasso and Welton say?" Roy asks.

"To call them tomorrow, they will handle the press for now. And you two stay here together because it is safer that way until they catch them."

Roy nods.

"Am I good to go?" She asks.

Jamie hesitates, and Roy gives him an odd look.

"Jamie?" Keeley prompts. Jamie goes over and gives her a hug.

"Thanks for looking out for us," he says to her. "You're the best. We're lucky you put up with us."

Keeley is a bit surprised by it, but she smiles.

"What friends are for, babe," she taps his nose. "Rest up, both of you." She gives a pointed look at Roy. "No murder. You're injured, and your sister will kill you if you do something stupid." She turns back to Jamie and pats his unmarred cheek. "You be good, yeah? Behave."

"He's not a dog," Roy states. Jamie's heart flutters at how quick Roy is to defend him. Even though he knows Keeley doesn't mean anything bad. She just knows Jamie isn't always one to think before he acts, especially when it comes to Roy fucking Kent.

Keeley rolls her eyes.

"Don't be jealous, tough guy," Keeley grins. "We all know he loves you more." She hugs Jamie again. "Text me if you need anything. Later, babes."

Jamie walks her to the door. He notices Roy glaring into his cup of tea as he sits beside him.

"She's just trying to lighten the mood. Just a bit of fun."

"It's fucking fun having your ex-girlfriend having a laugh at you?" Roy asks.

Jamie grins. "She's earned it. I was a fucking prick and treated her-"

"That wasn't fucking you, Jamie. Not the real you. That was who you thought you needed to be because of the same fucking bellend that had you faced smashed in." Roy says as he reaches over and brushes his fingers along the edges of the bruises on Jamie's face.

"Pity that, yeah? Probably a sorry sight to look at, innit?"

"Fuck off," Roy shifts his grip to the side of Jamie's neck. "Could still fucking stare at you all fucking day. Changes nothing. Still you." He presses down every so slightly to emphasize his point. "Fucking lucky I still get to see you after what that fucking prick did. Never again. I'll drive you to and from training. Everywhere else if I need to."

"You can't be with me every second of every day, Roy," Jamie sighs. The exhaustion of the day finally catches up to him as he rubs his eyes. "We've been over this. Your family needs you."

Roy realizes something as he sits there with a battered and exhausted Jamie sitting on his couch, half tucked into his side. There is nowhere else he would rather be. He would take painfully sitting on the couch with Jamie in his arms over damn near anything. It had been fucking miserable waiting for him when both Roy and Keeley knew he should have been there already. Not knowing where Jamie was or if he was okay was fucking awful. All because Jamie had to run by his flat first. And now Jamie's trying to put Roy's family before himself despite the fact that Roy needs him just as much, if not more, than his niece and sister. He loves them with all his heart, but he loves Jamie Tartt with everything he has. Jamie is his family now.

"Fuck off," Roy says, earning a chuckle from Jamie. "Like you're not family." And that stuns Jamie. Jamie's hand that had been absentmindedly rubbing Roy's good knee stops. And Roy wonders if he shouldn't have said that. Sure, they had sort of labeled what they were. They were together, exclusively so, but not publicly. Jamie still had plenty of doubt that Roy would actually want to stay with him in the long run despite having seen the future. He had his doubts because that wasn't their future anymore. Things had changed. They had changed.

"Hey," Roy says, nudging his chin until he looks up at him. "You remember what you saw, Uncle's day, yeah?" Roy asks. Jamie nods as best he can with his face still in Roy's grip. "Good," Roy continues. "Because that's the only family that matters, got it. You, me, the kid, and my sister. Your mum and stepdad, too, I guess, but that's it. Anyone else can fuck right off." His fingers ghost over the edges of Jamie's black eye again. "Especially your old fucking man. He can fucking rot like the rubbish he is for what he's done to you."

Jamie sniffles. He can't help it. Even if his face hurts, he buries it into Roy's shoulder because that's all Jamie has ever actually wanted. He wanted to be wanted. To be loved as much as he loves someone. So he cries, and Roy lets him. It's a bit awkward, and the position is slightly painful as he tries to make it comfortable for Jamie without hurting either of them too much. He plants a kiss on Jamie's messy hair. He doesn't care that Jamie is caked in dried sweat and dirt from the pitch. Roy isn't much better despite washing up a bit when he got home. He had hurt too much before the ice and meds, and he wasn't about to ask Keeley to help him. Nope. That was not an option. He holds Jamie as he cries. Telling him over and over that it's okay and that he is there. Tells him he loves him and that Jamie is fucking perfect. Jamie calms after a few minutes.

"Better?" Roy asks. Jamie nods as best he can from where he is pressed against Roy's chest. "Good." Roy shifts and kisses Jamie's forehead. "But if Keeley texts and finds out we haven't moved, she'll kick both our asses." Jamie huffs a laugh and slowly pulls away. Roy carefully wipes the tears away from Jamie's bruised face. Jamie winces, and Roy pulls away, but Jamie shakes his head.

"Your knee, it's gotta be-"

"No worse than it was before," Roy assures him.

"Probably best to get that shower and go to bed."

Once they are clean and tucked away into Roy's bed, neither of them is able to fall asleep yet because of what happened.

"Move in with me," Roy says. And Jamie wonders if he was asleep in the warmth of Roy's arms. Roy would have wondered if Jamie had heard him in the dark and quiet room if it hadn't been for the way Jamie's hand stopped. Roy had gotten used to the way Jamie's hands always seemed to be moving or searching for warmth along Roy's skin when they were alone. It was surprisingly comforting now that he was used to it. It was a constant reminder that Jamie was there. That it was real. Jamie was not only comfortable but safe and happy. Jamie always pulled away and isolated himself when he was upset.

"What?" Jamie asks.

"Move in with me," Roy repeats.

"Are you asking me because of what happened or…"

"I'm asking you because I sleep like fucking shit when you aren't here. If you'd rather-"

"Yeah, sounds good," Jamie says as he snuggles in closer.

"Yeah?" Roy asks.

"Sure, gonna have to get out of my lease, but it shouldn't be too hard."

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angst-fairygodmother · 1 year

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Hi I was wondering if I could request a Luther X Sloane cliches and tropes #33 please

A/N: Hello Nonny! It’s taken me a while to get here, but I give you what will hopefully be the first of many Luther/Sloane fics. This was a good prompt for them, because it fits really well into the canon, so I was able to find their voices and relationship before I dip into the ones that might take more of an AU, so thank you for that as well. I hope you enjoy! Word Count: 1092 Rating: T - implied smut/suggestive themes; Spoilers for The Umbrella Academy s3; minor instances of self-hatred and body image issues; cheese

Sure, the Sparrows had attacked them, Ben had swung the first hit at Klaus (for no reason, Klaus was just being Klaus). But he couldn't really blame them. After all, it wasn't that long ago (just a year and two time jumps, practically no time at all) that he would have done the same thing if a gang of black-clad wackadoos had shown up in the living room, without half the shit they'd said today. It was what Hargreeves were trained to do. And it wasn't like anyone got hurt…Seriously hurt…they recovered.

It made total sense. It was perfectly rational. But he still wanted to kick their smug…smugness into next week (or let Five do it since he was most likely to manage to do actually that).

Except for one. He'd only caught glimpses, not able to track any one enemy, or ally, through the chaos, but when he did there was something about her that felt like it was pulling him in. She was the Earth to his Moon. He needed to see her again.

Being kidnapped wasn’t exactly the ideal way to meet a potential partner, but Luther was nothing if not an optimist. And the smile she gave him when the Sparrows approached wasn’t like Ben’s smirk or the bird-woman’s scowl. It was sweet, and it stayed that way. As they talked about their dreams (those absent wishes of someone who didn’t really get to choose their own destiny), and their interests, and the moon, there was no judgment or hesitation. She looked at him like he was whole and human and…maybe even handsome. He wanted to stay, just for her.

“Everyone thinks I should stay away from you because you’re dangerous,” Sloane murmured, almost absently while she drew hearts on his chest with his fingers.

“That’s funny,” he chuckled awkwardly, even though it really wasn’t that funny at all. “My siblings said the same thing about you.”

He didn’t feel like he needed to flinch away from her gaze or her touch, especially after what had just happened between them. It was a new feeling and one he wanted to bask in, and the hazy post-coital glow that probably helped. But Sloane sat up suddenly, pushing away from him with a fire in her eyes, and…nope there it was again, the urge to hide himself away behind high walls and thick woolen coats.

“What?” She looked shocked, angry, and worst of all, hurt.

“Yeah, my family thinks that yours is evil and that I'm naively falling for a honeytrap and that you're going to turn on me and kill all of us or something. Which is ridiculous.”

“Us?! Your family is the one full of murderers! Or have you already forgotten Alphonso and Jayme? And probably Marcus. And JFK…somehow. I should be the one worried you're going to turn on me!”

“I already told you, Harlan wa–” he sighed, cutting himself off. “Actually, it doesn't matter. I promise you Sloane, I love my family, but I won't betray you for them, I promise. I would never. I…”

He couldn't finish the words. He was scared to. Some Number One. He couldn't keep his family from fighting each other. He had fallen in love with the enemy (even though he thought it was stupid to see them as the enemy, or maybe that was another point against him) and was too much of a coward to tell her. Reginald had been right, always, about Luther's flaws.

But of course he loved her. Sloane was so…perfect. She was beautiful and powerful and so much smarter than him (than any of his siblings probably, except maybe Five). She was funny, in the same awkward way that spoke to his own sense of humor. She loved travel and reading poetry. She was actually interested in his stories about the moon. She never flinched from his touch or questioned his appearance. And she was so incredibly kind. Anyone would be stupid not to love her.

And maybe, if he could just find the words to tell her, to tell the whole world, or what was left, the others would understand. His family and hers. And they’d be able to be together.

“Luther,” the way she said his name made him feel like he was flying, and he wanted to hold onto it forever. “I love you too.”

“You…” he felt like his brain couldn’t catch up with the rest of reality. His heart raced and his tongue felt clumsy and too big. He thought he might be dying. And he never wanted it to stop. “You do?”

“Yeah, of course I do. I wouldn’t have snuck you in here after everything if I didn’t.”

“I…that’s great! I mean me too. Love you. I love you, too.” She giggled as he stumbled over his words and flushed red. “Sorry. I sound stupid. I’ve just, never had someone say they love me before.”

“You don’t sound stupid, Luther. I wish you wouldn’t talk about yourself like that.”

“I…sorry.”

“It’s okay, just something you have to work on, maybe we can do it together? Because you’re pretty amazing, and you should treat yourself like it.”

“How are you so perfect?”

“Oh…I’m not perfect…”

He cradled her face gently in his big hands so that he could kiss her softly, their mouths melting together with a sigh. “Yes you are, and I love you, and I want to shout it from the rooftops, except we’re trying to sneak around right now. But someday, soon.”

It was Sloane’s turn to blush, cheeks heating adorably as she smiled up at him. “I’d like that. As soon as we figure out how to fix our families.”

“Right. We should probably get back to that then?”

She looked thoughtful before leaning in again, so that her breath tickled his face. “It’s late, and we can’t do anything until morning…so it could probably wait a little while, if you wanted to do something else…”

His eyebrows scrunched as he thought, her meaning somehow going over his head despite their respective positions and nakedness.

“Just kiss me again Luther, please?”

“Oh. Oh, yeah, I can definitely do–”

She laughed as she cut him off, rolling them both so that she sat across his hips while she kissed him, pressing their bodies close. They could figure out the future and their families and whatever else the universe threw their way in the morning. For now, for tonight, it was just the two of them and their love and the full moon through the windowpane.

#Luther x Sloane #Luther Hargreeves #Sloane Hargreeves #fluff #The Umbrella Academy fic #TUA season 3 spoilers #I just want them to be happy and in love and if they aren't in s4 I will riot. Even if I have to riot alone.

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osameowdazai · 7 months

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What do you see? -The whole town's in there. -I now pronounce you husband and wife, -They're at the altar. -king and queen. -Mother Fletcher! He already said it. -Oh, for the love of Pete! {Grunts} -I object! -Shrek? {Gasps} -Oh, now what does he want? -Hi, everyone. Havin' a good time, are ya? I love DuLoc, first at all. Very clean. -What are you doing here? -Really, it's rude enough being alive when no one wants you, but showing up uninvited to a wedding - - -Fiona! I need to talk to you. -Oh, now you wanna talk? It's a little late for that, so if you'll excuse me - - -But you can't marry him. -And why not? -Because- - Because he's just marring you so he can be king. -Outrageous! Fiona, don't listen to him. -He's not your true love. -And what do you know about true love? -Well, I - - Uh - - I mean - - -Oh, this is precious. The orge has fallen in love with the princess! Oh, good Lord. {Crowd laughting} -An orge and a princess! -Shrek, is this true? -Who cares? It's preposterous! Fiona, my love, we're but a kiss away from our "happily ever after." Now kiss me! Mmmmm! -"By night one way, by day another." I wanted to show you before. {Whimpers} {Crown gasping} -Well, uh, that explains a lot. -Ugh! It's disgusting! Guards! Guards! I order you to get that out of my sight now! Get them! Get them both! -No, no! -Shrek! -This hocus-pocus alters nothing. This marriage is binding, and that makes me king! See? See? -No, let go of me! Shrek! -No! -Don't just stand there, you morons. -Get out of my way! Fiona! Arrgh! -I'll make you regret the day we met. I'll see you drawn and quartered! -You'll beg for death to save you! -No, Shrek! -And as for you, my wife, -Fiona! -I'll have you locked back in that tower for the rest of your days! -I'm king! {Whistles} -I will have order! I will have perfection! I will have - - Aaaah! -Aah! -All right. Nobody move. I got a dragon here, and I'm not afraid to use it. {Roars} -I'm a donkey on the edge! {Belches} -Celebrity marriages. They never last, do they? {Cheering} -Go ahead, Shrek. -Uh, Fiona? -Yes, Shrek? -I - - I love you. -Really? -Really, really. - I love you too. -Aawww! -"Until you find true love's first kiss and then take love's true form." -"Take love's true form. Take love's true form." -Fiona? Fiona. Are you all right? -Well, yes. But I don't understand. I'm supposed to be beautiful. -But you ARE beautiful. {Chuckles} -I was hoping this would be a happy ending. I thought love was only true in fairy tales Oy! Meant for someone else but not for me Love was out to get me That's the way it seemed Disappointment haunted all my dreams And then I saw her face Now I'm a believer and not a trace Of doubt in my mind I'm in love Ooh-aah I'm a believer I couldn't leave her If I tried -God bless us, every one. Come on, y'all! Then I saw her face Ha-ha Now I'm a believer Listen! Not a trace Of doubt in my mind I'm in love Ooh-aah I'm a believer I couldn't leave her if I tried -Ooh! -Uh! Then I saw her face Now I'm a believer Hey! Not a trace Uhh! Yeah. Of doubt in my mind -One more time! I'm in love I'm a believer Come on! I believe, I believe, I believe, I believe, I believe, I believe, I believe, I believe, I believe, hey Y'all sing it with me! I Believe I believe People in the back! I believe I'm a believer I believe I believe I believe I believe {Hysterical laughing} -Oh, that's funny. Oh. Oh. -I can't breathe. I can't breathe. I believe in self-assertion Destiny or a slight diversion Now it seems I've got my head on straight I'm a freak an apparition Seems I've made the right decision To try to turn back now it might be too late Now I want to stay home today Don't wanna go out If anyone comes to play

Shirase will be the next one cause first

I used to work for a stone warehouse (as an administrative assistant) and we'd get the granite and marble slabs delivered in these shipping containers

But because they spent so long on ships they'd get all wet and shit on the way to us and would sometimes just be FULL of mold. One of the warehouse guys got really sick from it

Anyway, I hope he scrubbed that thing thoroughly but also

I hate even remembering he was living in this thing fdjhsdgg Dazai was going through it

#remnants of the sol kaven war of 2023!#mail!#kaven!#there's only one more left after this

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transskywardsword · 7 months

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Continuing on from my last ask!! Btw I'm so very happy that you're okay with me infodumping and talking about Zelda, I just love this silly lil series sm <33

But, I totally agree with you on the idea that the royal family killed or just drove out the majority of the gerudo around the time of twilight princess. My reasoning for this is that in the child era timeline, Ganondorf's future plans against hyrule were exposed by oot link and zelda, leading to further persecution towards the gerudo. When hyrule learned of Ganondorf's traitorous ways, they instead just decided to deal with the gerudo as a whole, and that's why they're completely absent from the game. Also, I believe the gerudo and twili offer an extremely interesting parallel as both societies that suffered at the hand of hyrule :) as well as the whole 'we will continously punish those who are innocent and those who try to fight back against our tyranny' lmao.

And I have a good couple of ideas about the second Hyrulean Civil War!! Basically, the gerudo were completely innocent in this conflict and had only barely begun recovering when Ganondorf's future crimes had been uncovered. This led to another wave of war across hyrule that eventually also dragged the sheikah's actions to the light! But the sheikah are celebrated for their, well, war crimes, despite how much the entire tride hates their current standing amongst the royal family. In the events of the hyrule warriors time period, I like to imagine that the sheikah act as more of secret police instead of having an actual place in the army. They're still responsible for a large amount of the dark underbelly that war entailes and help take care of it in order to keep the royal families' pristine reputation. The gerudo cannot even be seen as fellow members of hyrule, thus the sheikah's true purpose is carefully kept under wraps while heralding their loyalty to the royal family.

I do like to believe that this is also the time period where the tensions between the sheikah and the royal family are beginning to reach a boiling point <3 they're extremely, EXTREMELY tired of being the scapegoats of the royal families dark intentions for hyrule and they'd like Out of all that shit, thank you very much lmao.

One key detail that I think is very interesting between hyrule and the gerudo is their approach towards fate and the destiny that they're forever intertwined with. One fascinating detail of the child era timeline is that fate is a very well known thing! It's not just some figurative fairytale, it's extremely real, and hyrule simply carries the glory of being able to write its story as they were the victors. Hyrule holds the fate in high esteem and holds an extremely strict rigidity towards following it, you cannot question, avoid, or attempt to bend your fate, to do so means harming hyrule and its people!

But, the gerudo have a very different approach to fate. Personally, I like to believe that the gerudo believe much more in the idea of fighting against fate and choosing your own path. Nothing is set in stone, such as the desert sand, time and fate often move in mysterious ways. The gerudo also hold fighting for oneself and people in very high esteem because of this, as well as believing that one can raise themselves back up from ruin. Fate is not set in stone and they are not painted in the same colors as the king that once ruled over them, they will rise above that legacy, there is no other option.

But onto Link!! I actually think recruitment efforts have been going on ever since he was only a toddler, but obviously, he was way too young to be drafted. For several years, the royal family was only ordering that adults and older teenagers be drafted into the budding hyrulean army, so at first- no one believed that Link would even have to serve any time until he was much, much older. But, as tensions worsened towards the gerudo and there were rumors of another gerudo king... there was a sudden drive to find the hero of prophecy. The princess and hero are always the same age, and Zelda is only about... 12 or 13 at this time? So they begin drafting younger and younger until Link, at only age 12, is recruited into the hyrulean army. And tbh? :( literally just my own headcanon here, but I don't think hw link had much, if any, family.

He was moreso raised by the entire village, but never really felt like he had a family that he could call his own. But nonetheless, tales of the goddesses, of Hylia, of fate and destiny, were things that he was very accustomed to from a young age. Despite that, Link never wanted to be drafted as he didn't want to leave the little bit of home that he felt like he had :( even if he felt distant from everyone else, it was still his and he didn't want to leave. Which makes it worse as I believe some of the village people would try to make it better by telling him that it was an honor to serve the royal family! It's an honor to fight and protect Hyrule! You must serve Hyrule, you have no choice.

Link didn't want to go as the unknown was terrifying, as was the world outside that had done nothing but promise him pain. It's not so much as Link DOESN'T want to learn how to fight, he's very much wants to protect what he cares about, he's just well aware from a young age that he has no control in the matter. The lack of control bothers him as well as the fear of everything leaving him behind and being drafted to a castle that he's never seen in his entire life! He doesn't want to go, and he really shouldn't, but the royal family is desperate and is actively trying to find the hero in a sea of similar young boys.

And yeaaaahhhhhhh hyrule and the gerudo are so busy going after each others necks that they don't even realize that they're not the true enemies of this story <33 Cia is an approaching storm that none of them are even prepared to approach! Rip the royal family, except for Zelda, I guess!

And yes I love 'gerudo raising link' fics!! I'm currently reading one rn of Ganondorf raising Link and it's been very fun so far :]] more than anything though, I just love the idea of lil itty bitty hw link being sent to the gerudo with a sheikah guide by his side and he's just, >:[ he's so grumpy that the chief immediately takes a shine to him LMAO one son boy allowed <333

(also hw Ganondorf totally isn't in hiding rn shhhuusshhhhhh he's totally not having a fucking Moment after realizing that the hero of prophecy JUST SO HAPPENS TO BE THE ONE IN GERUDO TOWN RIGHT THIS SECOND-)

(HE'S NOT MAD, NO, HE'S NOT. HE TOTALLY ISN'T GONNA TRY TO LEAD THE KID INTO THE DESERT SO HE'LL DIE, ONLY FOR THE KID TO SOMEHOW FUCKING FIND HIM ??? ??? ??)

SO sorry i took twenty million years to answer this, i got wrapped up in spider/fly and forgot about it T.T

love that we're on the same page abt twilight princess' lack of gerudo. i went into more detail in the ask abt the sheikah/gerudo about my thoughts on the gerudo in tp and i loooove getting to compare our ideas.

and yessss everything on the sheikah feels so right, you get it!!! the sheikah have done so much dirty work and they hate it, all of it, but you can't undo the past. good for them, wanting to fuck over the hylian gov, they deserve a little violence

the idea of the gerudo wanting to fight fate and choose their own path with the context of ganondorf is so, so interesting, i love it. also, "Nothing is set in stone, such as the desert sand" is a raw line omg.

and link didn't want ot leave the little family he had OWWWW and the villagers trying ot make it better by taking away his choice *clutches heart* his tie to control and agency and how he's never had it (and now never will) just kills meeee

and ganondorf just at a loss with this small hero child who is riGHT THERE?? RIGHT?? THERE?? is a wonderful image <3

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17, 18, 26 please!

OOO YOU ASKING THE DEEP STUFF. this is gonna be long, i apologize.

Talk to me about the minutiae of your current WIP. Tell me about the lore, the history, the detail, the things that won’t make it in the text.

well, i have SO MANY WIPs lol but since this question asks about lore, i'll talk a little bit about what i have so far for my upcoming series "aftercare" (if you don't know it, check out this post). "aftercare" is gonna require A LOT of worldbuilding, but i bet a lot of what i'm planning won't explicitly come through in the fic itself. it's mostly for me to conceptualize the world to prevent plot holes and shit like that

i was actually considering a post dedicated to "aftercare" lore once i start the series, but idk if that's too geeky to do lol. i'd include some info about all the different supernatural creatures in the world, the most important being Humans, Seers, and Witches. there's structural stuff, like where humans and seers live is called "the mainland" and where witches and other creatures that are considered evil (demons, vampires, werewolves) live in "beyond". and how are soul's marks bestowed? i have an entire plan for how seers are qualified to bestow soul's marks and the oath they take that prevents them from lying about people's soulmates, etc. like i wanna make the entire thing feel very clinical, as if going to find your soulmate is treated almost like healthcare. idk it's hard to explain without giving anything away!!

then there's all the stuff about soulmates. like what happens when soulmates are in poly relationships? or if your soulmate dies before you find out they're your soulmate? what if they die after you've found each other? and then there's a whole section in my notes about "tainted marks" which are a secret you will learn about if you read the series in 2023 👀

Choose a passage from your writing. Tell me about the backstory of this moment. How you came up with it, how it changed from start to end.

something from TFM 4 since i just posted it:

the city TFM takes place in is basically chicago just cuz there's where i live lollll and it's the biggest city i've ever lived in. i've always been compelled by big cities and how so many people can all coexist together, so cramped, and how we interact with people, cross paths with them without ever really knowing their full story. i wanted to use that to paint yoongi as this introverted, introspective person who thinks deeply about others and has this almost fantastical, romanticized idea of destiny, of people randomly finding each other in the wide universe

if you read the rest of the chapter, you'll see how that theme plays out 😌

How do you get into your character’s head? How do you get out? Do you ever regret going in there in the first place?

lmfaooo i never get out. actually, it's more like my characters are in my head and i can't make them shut up. but i think 2 ways i love getting a feel for my characters is through music (so finding them a theme song or making a playlist of songs they'd like or remind me of them) and through memes hjkdfs like i fucking love collecting memes, character inspiration, other photos/concepts that remind me of characters. for example these inspo tags: himbo tae / ohts tae / tfm yoongi

ask me some weird writer questions 🥺👉🏽👈🏽

#jai asks #ask game #tfm #aftercare #Anonymous

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john richard warren, twenty five, bombardier/dairy farmer

look until last year, jack had left wisconsin Once and that was to visit a cousin in chicago and he hated every minute of it.

and here he is! life is wild!

jack was born and raised and intends to live and be buried in dane county. it's stubborn but he's always been stubborn about the things that matter most to him and that's home and the people there.

the warrens have been farming outside of sun prairie since 1850, jack joining the herd on july 9, 1918. as the oldest of five boys, it's his destiny and one he's never not looked forward to. he likes the farm. he likes the cows, he likes the business, he likes working with his family. it never felt like something he ever wanted to escape from. the warren boys are as follows: jack, robert (23), ken (19), greg (18), danny (15), and will (12). jack, bob, and greg are all enlisted and god only knows what danny and will are doing running loose and wild.

they lost ken on midway and it's still not something he'd like to discuss. ken enlisted before any of the rest of them and jack has hard time accepting that he'll never see that little shit again. bob's in the army, greg is still in basic for the navy and he really hopes it's all over before danny and will get old enough.

he does not like the war but that's a few bulletpoint to go.

jack had a great childhood. their father expected them to learn how to work hard on the farm but they were still expected to be boys. he played football very badly and did the usual course of hunting and 4-H showing cattle and flirting with the girls who did baking contests for free cake.

worked out really well because hey, how he met the missus. evie's the best thing that ever happened to him and she happened to him when they were fifteen. she grew up in town, was a state champion baker, dane county dairy queen and is far too cool for him. she's smart as a whip, the most beautiful woman to ever exist, and is the best person in the world - according to jack. he doesn't accept any other opinions.

they dated all through high school after meeting at the state fair and if he caught shit from the family for dating a city girl, she took to farm life like a duck to water. his mother was just happy to finally have another woman around - the warrens run hard towards boys and the estrogen was needed.

they got married two weeks after graduation and he's never regretted it for a single second. they live in a small house on the property that they built to have some privacy because the warrens really don't do that the best. he'll take over the farm when his dad is ready to hand over the reins and as far as jack is concerned, the war is just something he needs to survive to get back to his real life.

it took them awhile to have molly. there were a handful of miscarriages in there that sat and sits hard for both of them. molly was born in november 1941 and if evie wasn't here, she'd be his favorite person. as it is, they share first place. he's been told enough that it's not particularly manly for him to be this involved in child rearing but she claps when she sees him and he'd have to be an idiot to not find that adorable.

jack was drafted in october of 42. they'd lost ken back in june and bob was already in north africa. call it guilt but paired with the draft notice, he felt like he had to. he is very aware of how much he left back home and there's not a minute he isn't thinking of evie and molly. he's missed so much already and it kills him. he worries a lot about what's going to happen when he gets home (he never thinks of it as an if) - if she'll recognize him, if it'll be strange but he also knows it's a great way to drive himself insane so. he tries not to.

he'd never been in a plane before the army thought he'd make a good pilot (apparently a tractor is close enough to a plane). he can fly but he's a better bombardier and that's what he's here to do. the purpose keeps him focused and trust: the minute he's done his missions, he's getting the hell out of here and going home.

he tries hard to find some enjoyment in this where he can. he's got friends (and sam, who cruised right into honorary brother territory in under twenty four hours of them meeting) and he wouldn't exactly say he's having fun because that feels fucked up but the moments when he doesn't feel the weight, it's alright.

jack talks a lot. by nature, he's a warm, kind, and deeply loyal man who cares for the people around him more than he does himself. he's always had a protective personality, call it oldest son syndrome or what have you but he'll go to the mat for those that are the most important to him. he doesn't start shit but he will finish it and he's not quite so nice anymore when he's pissed off. he's shit at cards but if it requires fine motor skills, he's your guy and he's starting molly's college fund by hustling RAF guys at darts.

if you need a distraction, he's happy to tell you all about cows. especially his cows. or molly.

#c: jack warren #verse: at the end of the world

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365: April 14-16

Excuse me just vomits out all my SW/Destiny crossover emotions There will be more because I'm having very much fun ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

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Wolf was used to Padmé finding her after a Senate session to complain about it. Today was no different. The human came up and Wolf was happy to listen to her friend rag on Senator Por't'a O-Sol who complained long about how he worried that a craft guild in his system might be making noise about joining the Separatists. Wolf made noises to indicate she was listening as Padmé had not properly learned how to read a helmet yet. They were walking but Wolf wasn't quite sure where. She could vaguely hear Fox and Gregor behind them discussing something else.

"This has really got you in a state," Ghost said as they came to an intersection in the hall and had to pause for cross walking of other people in the Senate going across. "Usually it doesn't bother you this much."

Padmé took a breath like she was trying to master herself and then gave up. "Sometimes I just want to complain about stupid men," she said.

Wolf laughed softly. "We know all about that," Ghost said as they continued walking.

"Does Wolf ever lump you in with them?" Padmé asked innocently.

"No? Why would she? I'm not a man," Ghost said curiously.

"You're not?"

"No. I'm a Ghost," he said.

Padmé looked very confused. "Ghosts only have the genders they're assigned by people," Wolf said as explanation. "I call him he-

"But I really don't mind one way or another," Ghost shrugged with his fins.

"How curious. We gender our droids but they... are gendered," Padmé said.

"And as we've been over, I'm not a droid. I'm a Ghost," Ghost said rather cheerfully.

"Yes. Of course," Padmé said graciously. They'd arrived at some less used elevators. "I guess it's easy to get caught up in your own pre conceived notions," she said thoughtfully, hitting the button to call an elevator.

"You Republicans do tend to do that with Guardians," Ghost said and Padmé grimaced.

"So what were you saying about Zing Kay'ortha?" Wolf prompted because despite everything she did love hearing Padmé complain. It meant she didn't have to talk back which was great because she was awful at Senate politics still.

Being reminded Padmé quickly launched into a tirade about Zing as the elevator came and the four of them stepped in. Padmé pressed the button for her suite's floor and the elevator went up. Wolf kept listening politely, knowing Ghost and Fox were paying more attention than her. She followed Padmé out and was welcomed into Padmé's home in the Senate.

Fox laughed when Padmé grabbed her wig and threw it on the couch. "Uhg!"

"Why do you wear it if you don't like it?" Wolf asked.

"I do. It's just a lot today," Padmé said. "It's hard being a voice of reason when everyone is so ready to go to war." Then she paused and sighed, looking at Wolf and Fox. "Which you two are unsympathetic to."

"All we've known is war soooo," Wolf heard the sarcastic grin on Fox's voice. "Even if this is some seriously baby stuff." Fox sat on the couch, Wolf took a chair. Only now in the privacy of Padmé's home did they remove their helmets.

"You don't say," Padmé went to the wet bar and poured them all a drink. Not alcoholic. Padmé didn't drink like that unless at a function, which Wolf could appreciate.

"Well we were invaded by four species at once. So yes. Having a slap fight over trade agreements seems... trivial," Fox said. Then she perked up when Amelia came over and spoke into her ear. "What?"

"What?" Ghost asked.

"Wait," Fox looked at her tablet quickly. "Fuck- fuck," she jumped to her feet. "So sorry I need to run. I forgot I had a meeting with the aide of the CEO of-- uh," she looked at Amelia.

"Of the Limited Perfecta," Amelia said.

"Right! Them," Fox said.

"Who?" Wolf asked.

"They want to open up talks with the Empress. Shit I totally forgot. I need to go," she crammed her helmet back on. "See you home," and she signed to Wolf 'don't talk too much' which made her chuckle. Then she quickly saw herself out.

"Oh-- she really ran off," Padmé said, turning around with the refreshments.

"What's the Limited Perfecta?" Ghost asked her.

"It's a conglomerate that runs sports arenas," Padmé said putting Wolf's drink down. "Both legal and... not so legal," she added.

"Why would they want to talk to Empress Caiatl?" Ghost asked, shell clicking back and forth in confusion.

"Proving," was all Wolf said. Padmé sat where Fox had been sitting.

"... Why does this system always take our sacred rites as games?"

"I dunno. Ask Saladin," Wolf said mildly and grabbed her drink.

"That's not what the Iron Banner is," Ghost huffed.

"Sure," Wolf took a sip of the drink, it was some mild but very aromatic fruit juice of some sort.

"I'm sorry for my behavior," Padmé said while Wolf was drinking. All she could do was make a confused noise. "It appears my emotions are getting the better of me today. It's just that time."

"It's fine," Wolf said. "And what time? Should I go?" Wolf didn't get the phrase and that was besides the fact she'd learned Basic about four months before having to come to the Senate so sometimes idioms were lost on her.

"Only if that makes you uncomfortable," Padmé said. Wolf just kept looking confused. "It's that time of the month," Padmé said as explanation.

Wolf had no idea what she was talking about. "Oh," she said but Padmé didn't sound thrilled about it. "I'm sorry? Are you sure?" Shit was Padmé dying or something?

"Yes I left my medication at the bar this morning before our session. Didn't really register until now," Padmé huffed and leaned back on the couch, moody.

Wolf just sipped her drink and desperately looked at Ghost for help. He looked at confused as she was. "What's the medication for?" she asked and hoped she didn't come across as ignorant.

Padmé gave her a look. "You know," she said. "Right? Surely they have birth control in Sol."

"Yes," Ghost said because Wolf had no idea and she hoped very much it didn't show on her face. When Padmé said it she realized what it was but she had no idea what it would do. She was effectively an undead being. She breathed and acted like a normal living thing but some things just didn't work. Like bleeding, or having a steady pulse, and she was pretty sure if you scanned her brain it'd show as dead even if she was perfectly alive. She'd been a rotting corpse and skeletal remains for centuries before Ghost had found her.

"I don't take any," Wolf said hoping that would solve that mystery.

Padmé blinked at her. "You don't? Does Shin know that? Does he?"

Wolf was thrown by the question. "No, he does, and... no?" Shit was that the right answer? She was just answering truthfully she didn't know if she even needed to lie about this kinda stuff.

"How long have you been together again?"

"Uhh-" she looked at Ghost.

"I believe by Sol years it will be eleven years in a few months," Ghost said.

"I can never keep track. Shin cares about anniversaries and stuff," Wolf said almost apologetically.

"Really? You're both so young. That's so sweet," and Wolf felt like she was losing even more control over this situation. "I didn't know you two were trying for a family." Wolf's eyes widened. Oh dear. That was not what she was expecting this conversation to go.

"What- no that's not-

"You don't have to be coy with me," Padmé said with a grin. "That's wonderful. I'm happy for you." Wolf didn't even know what to say because Padmé looked genuinely excited on her behalf. "Have you planned anything out yet? Do your friends know?" Padmé gasped, "Am I the first one?" she seemed giddy at the thought.

Wolf looked at Ghost desperately. She had no idea what to say or do. Internally she was just screaming.

Thankfully Ghost was better at talking than her. "Padmé I just want to remind you Wolf's a very private woman. You're making her uncomfortable," he said gently.

"Oh! Oh I'm so sorry," Padmé said empathetically. "I got totally ahead of myself I look like such an idiot. We don't have to talk about it. I can only imagine how stressful it is trying to start a family while also being a Senator to such an important and dynamic system like Sol." Yeah. Right. Absolutely. And not, you know, that that wasn't what they were doing at all! "Forget I said anything," she waved her hand as if to dispel the air around them.

"Fox didn't tell us about her meeting with Limited Perfecta. I'd love to hear more," Ghost said and Wolf was so grateful he changed the subject. And if it was one thing Padmé was wonderful at it was explaining to the both of them some intricate political or economic dynamic happening in the Republic. Wolf didn't say a fucking word and just quietly drank her drink while Padmé talked to Ghost.

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Shin found his girlfriend face down on the couch, no helmet, no suit. He paused in drying his hair with a towel looking at her. "Uh... are you okay?" he asked. Wolf made a loud groaning sound into the pillows like she was in pain but otherwise didn't move.

"We just go back from visiting Padme," Ghost said.

"Oh. Isn't she your friend? You usually like hanging out with her," Shin said slowly. Wolf spoke into the pillows. "I can't understand you when you're telling the cushions, darlin'," Shin said.

Wolf sat up and looked at him, "Padme thinks we're trying to have a baby," she said, deadpan.

Shin stood there in just a towel, an extra one over his shoulder. "How'd she get that impression?"

"Apparently human ladies have like... cycles? And Padme takes stuff so she doesn't get pregnant and she asked me if I did; which I don't because why would I?" Wolf asked him like she was crazy. "And then she asked if you did and I said no. And then she just assumed we're trying to have a baby!"

"Does she know we're undead?" Shin asked her, cocking his head. "And even if by some twist of the Light you were capable I shoot blanks."

"We agreed we weren't going to tell these people we're chosen dead," Wolf said.

"Riiiight."

"I think she's going to start planning a baby shower or something for me. We got off the topic but she came back around to it," Wolf said miserably.

"And you didn't tell her no?"

"I got flustered okay!"

Shin chuckled. "Yeah. I know, darlin'," he smirked.

"Uggh," Wolf covered her face with both hands. "She was just acting so snippy today about other Senators and apparently it has to do with that kinda stuff. That's why it even got brought up."

The door opened. "Why did I just get a message from Padme's aide about what traditions in Sol are like for new families?" Fox asked once the door was closed.

Wolf groaned and flopped back into the couch face first. "Padme thinks Wolf and I are trying to get pregnant," Shin said.

"That is categorically an impossibility not to mention physically impossible," Fox said, still not understanding.

"Yeah. We know," Shin said.

"How did she get that idea?"

"Wolf was too nice to tell her she was wrong," Shin said mildly, maybe enjoying how miserable it was making his girlfriend a bit too much. It was pretty funny.

"So what should I tell her?" Fox said.

"Nothing! Because we're not," Wolf cried.

"She seems the type to suggest alternative methods if... normal methodology doesn't work," Fox said.

"Traveler, it's almost as bad as talking about my sex life with Cat," Wolf said miserably to no one.

"I'll talk to her," Shin said.

"No you will not," Wolf said pointedly, sitting back up to look at him.

Shin rolled his eyes. "I'm not going to be a dick about it. These Lightless Republicans need to be coddled and let down gently about stuff when they have no idea what they're talking about. Also you didn't tell her no and she won't believe Fox," he motioned to the Warlock. "She'll believe me if I tell her what."

There was a pause, "Fine," Wolf groaned.

"So... what should I tell the aide?" Fox asked.

"Nothing. I'll talk to Padme tomorrow," Shin said.

"Great. Crisis adverted. I'd hate to think if this got around and suddenly the entire Senate was trying to get on your good side sending you baby presents."

"I'd literally rather die," Wolf said miserably.

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Shin didn't like dealing with Senators. Not if he couldn't help it. He was here strictly to support Wolf and be a gun if things got hairy. Padme was... fine. One of the least annoying politicians he'd known honestly. He had Fox make him an appointment properly and made sure she squeezed in time for him even though he knew Padme was busy.

Gregor opened the door for him when he arrived and let him into Padme's office, a copy of Wolf's just with a slightly different view and more plants. He was surprised by the plants honestly. Some of them reminded him of the crazy shit they grew in Neomuna. Padme smiled when she saw him, even in his cloak and helmet. He was polite and removed it when he sat at the chair opposite her desk.

"Didn't think you moved around without your better half," Padme said, smiling brightly at him like she knew something exciting.

"I go where needed," Shin said. "This is, unfortunately, not a social visit."

"Oh? Is something wrong?" Padme asked.

Shin breathed in deeply like he was readying himself for something. "Wolf told me about the conversation you had yesterday," he said. Padme nodded. "She wouldn't admit it but you made her upset."

"What? Why? That wasn't my intention at all," Padme said quickly.

"She knows that so she's not mad at you. She just was uncomfortable about your talk," Shin said gravely. He could see the question in her eyes. "Wolf isn't fertile," he said simply. It wasn't a lie but it wasn't exactly true either. "She doesn't like talking about it," he said as Padme covered her mouth with her hand. Which was a lie. Wolf didn't care but also... Wolf didn't care.

"Oh... oh I'm so sorry. I had no idea," she said.

"She knows that. But that's why I'm here. She didn't want to make you upset when you got an idea into your head. It's just... an impossibility," he said with great care. "Yesterday after your talk she was face down on the couch," not a lie but Shin omitted she was miserable not upset.

"I didn't know. She didn't tell me," Padme said.

"I know. It's not a thing we talk about. So just don't bring it up again?"

"Of course," Padme nodded. "I feel so bad now. I didn't mean to bring up something so upsetting." There was a pause, "I'm sure you've looked into it in Sol but here in the Republic-

"Padme," Shin said sharply. "Just let it go," realizing she was going to try and convince him some tech they had could help. Not that there was anything to help. Shin knew Wolf didn't even like kids all that much.

"Right. Sorry," she grimaced.

"Good. Thank you. That's all I wanted to talk about really," Shin got up and put his helmet back on. "Have a nice day, Padme. And don't beat yourself up about it too much, she's not mad."

"Thank you," Padme said but still looked upset at herself for being so insensitive.

Shin left her office, pinging Wolf as he did. "Yeah?" she asked, up beat.

"You in meetings?"

"For a little while, yeah. Why?"

"Just got done talking to Padme."

"And?"

"You might get some apology flowers-

"Aww. That's sweet," Wolf said. "But completely unnecessary," she added.

"But she did look like she'd rather die than bring it up again."

"Oh thank the Traveler," Wolf sighed as Shin got into an elevator to go down to Wolf's office level.

"Wanna play hookie and go to the range to shoot their little laser guns?" Shin asked with a grin, leaning against the inside of the elevator.

Wolf groaned, "Yes but I can't," she complained. "After. You coming here?"

"Yes."

"Great, you can scowl at this Corporate stooge Ghost and Fox are talking to. Something something pharmaceuticals," she said in disinterest.

Shin chuckled. "Sure thing, darlin'," he said as the elevator door opened and he walked out.

#365 #writeblr #writblr #fanfiction #destiny #destiny 2 #destiny the game #Star Wars #crossover #the young wolf #young wolf #shin malphur #padme amidala

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hi i'm avoiding your questions -- any 4 of the valentine's asks for clayman and rufus AND/OR your new genshin boy whose name i can't spell

KJFEHWKJFHEKJWHFKJEW so Clayman actually got most of them because I have very wonderful and enabling mutuals (including you obviously fkjdhsakjfs) but let's see the ones he didn't get...(I'm just gonna stick to Clayman cause just his answers turned out SO LONG...)

Valentine's Day Self Ship Ask Game

confession — how’d the confession happen, and looking back on it, what are your (and f/o’s) thoughts abt how you both were back then?

Honestly I'm still trying to figure this one out exactly. But timing wise, it's sometime after Clayman becomes a Demon Lord, and after Kazalim is killed and it's understood that I'm no longer magically bound to obey Clayman. I think I had decided that he'll be the one to initiate it...only at the point where he's been sufficiently built up and convinced by Laplace that it's obscenely obvious that I like him back. Then he'll probably but on his confident face, pose, and...well, will he just confess straight up or will he accuse me of liking him and therefore GOOD NEWS FOR YOU, WENDY! Oh yeah it's definitely that one-

Like. "Wendy. It's become clear to me that you harbor romantic feelings for me. Now, don't be embarrassed, because I've got good news for you. I also have f-feelings for you!" His carefully planned facade breaks a little

In retrospect he feels silly for being so over the top about it but it did make it easier for him fdkjsahfkjdsa and I think it's cute. Even cuter the more time passes frankly fkjdhsafks

I may still change this but this feels right at the moment!

darling — what outfits would you both wear on a date? feel free to show pics!

He already wears such fancy clothes!!! I love his outfit so much fhdkshfkjda I would like to wear a pretty dress for him though. I mean, he'd like that. Actually, I have a little hc he sometimes will have Eva (his friend/maid) help me get dressed into an outfit he's prepared...so...😳

I wanna wear super duper fancy shit. Like...ballgowns and shit >w< and make sure we match a little, colorwise~

smitten — was it easy for the people around you and f/o to figure out you liked each other? did they get involved in you getting together at all?

yes and yes- fkjdsahfkdsahj

Tear, Footman, and Laplace all know Clayman so well AND it was painfully obvious anyway so...yep. They gently bully him about it when I'm not around fjdhafkjdsa

(please imagine them huddled around him bullying him about it while he's curled up as below:)

It's all affectionate though, I promise fkjdhsafk

they don't tend to bully me - Tear and Footman see me as kind of an older sister type figure, and they'd rather bully Clayman because it's more fun anyway.

Laplace is a different story. As I mentioned above, he helps build Clayman up to actually confessing (he was a mess fdhsafkjds). He also talks to me about it somewhat seriously at one point. Mostly...to get me realizing that it was actually possible. Like...what's holding you back? You know, if you like...you've seen how he looks at you. That sort of thing. Still Clayman ends up confessing first, but Laplace was egging us on from both sides cause he wanted to see us happy and also please just kiss already ffs

Some of his subordinates might also realize it - most likely Pirone and Mjulan, but...they're not dumb enough to say anything where Clayman can hear. Actually, they might lowkey bully me now that I think about it...since I was also technically a subordinate of Clayman like them...invite me to a girl's night and it's actually to find out details of "what's going on with you and Clayman-sama" fkjdhafkjas

oh no. I need to- that's- going in my canon-

soulmates — do you believe in soulmates? what about your f/o? did that change for either of you when you met each other?

I wonder if soulmates is a concept in this world! Clayman might believe in some form of destiny or fate. After all, the chances of us meeting in the first place were incredibly slim. I'm from another world, and the summoning ritual often fails, so we really beat the odds there. I bet that might embolden him to think of it as ordained by fate (much as he does initially seem to believe that power is just granted without training for some reason fdkhfakdsa).

I don't believe in soulmates. But I do count myself incredibly lucky that things turned out as they did, once I understand exactly how slim the probability was...even if I didn't feel blessed at all at first.

#wendy x clayman #unique skill: beating heart

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pinkytoothlesso11 · 2 years

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Okay, this is an utterly ridiculous idea, but Trollhunter! Strickler in an AU of my post-RoTT fic Challenging Destiny can't leave me alone.

So imagine Strickler wakes up a little earlier, honestly it's perfectly acceptable if Toby climed the rope, he finds the amulet, which you can imagine he's very smug about, and it chooses him, recognising his potential from the OG timeline.

Panic ensues.

Blinky and Aaarrrgghh are bemused at the humans antics, but what do they know of humans?

Anyway, Strickler ends up getting up close and personal with Daylight, utterly maddened by the situation and somehow gives himself his memories back.

Now it's even worse. He remembers everything, he's the Trollhunter, and he's not sure if anyone else remembers or how the situation is possible at all.

(Jim meanwhile is panicking himself, he has absolutely no idea who got the amulet).

Cue this situation:

Jim gingerly sat down on the swivel stool in front of Strickler's desk, wondering if he should speak about his... Anxieties. Strickler was still the enemy, as much as that pained him. And who knew why he wanted to talk to him.

Strickler was watching him warily, his hands fiddling with his favourite fountain pen.

"So, you wanted to talk to me?" he tentatively asked.

"Hm? Oh yes. I was wondering if you would recognise this."

And with smooth casualness Strickler deposited the amulet of Daylight in front of Jim's face. He almost didn't register the amulet, that was how natural its sudden appearance was.

He blinked, his eyes going so wide he thought they'd pop out of his skull. He was speechless.

"I have no idea what that is," he lied.

"You don't? I found it, in the canals. Does that jog your memory?" Strickler prompted.

"Depends. I've heard your boss is pretty... bullish. I don't want to get on the wrong side of him."

Strickler smiled in satisfaction and relief, "You do remember, don't you?

"Wait. You remember?? That's impossible!"

"Well, I do remember," Strickler said tiredly, some of the tension easing out of him as he stood up, "And I'd like an explanation for why I am alive again, Young Atlas."

Jim felt tears prick his eyes, he too stood up and hugged Strickler tightly, squeezing the man tightly, "I missed you."

"As did I," Strickler muttered, hugging him back just as tight.

Jim sighed, stepping back a bit, "Why do you have the amulet?"

Strickler raised an eyebrow, "Isn't it obvious?"

Jim laughed, "Ha ha, very funny. Pffttt, you can't be serious! You can't be!"

"Yes. I know. But the amulet seems to be bonded to me now..."

Strickler held his hand out and the amulet appeared in his waiting hand. That was all the proof Jim needed. Any more and he would faint.

Jim wobbled, leaning against Strickler's desk, "Well shit."

Feel free to add on.

#I keep doing this what's wrong with me lol #But yeah I think Trollhunter! Strickler in Challenging Destiny verse would be hilarious #Gets even funnier when Strickler and Jim realise its bonded to both of them #AU of an AU #My brain can't rest there's too many AUs floating around #Only thing RoTT is good for is the potential disasters and drama #Don't even like to be reminded about it otherwise #trollhunters #Trollhunter!Strickler #tales of arcadia #jim lake jr #rise of the titans #Post RoTT #Challenging Destiny alternative universe #challenging Destiny #long post #trollhunter! Strickler

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nishisun · 3 years

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suna rintaro is NOT a genius.

summary: you loved the idea of soulmates. suna rintaro didn’t. it isn’t that hard to put two and two together to realize that maybe people with different opinions on things don’t belong together.

part 2

a/n: this was literally supposed to be a series, i gave up on it because i just didn’t like the way it turned out. it used to be called “out of my league” and this was the intro. i also renamed it. just emptying drafts!! please don’t get confused with the random timeskip, once again, this was a part of a series i never ended up posting😭

WARNING!!: suggestive themes, mentions of death, idk kinda angsty but tell me if i missed anything

Soulmates. Whatever the hell that means. The idea of soulmates is something I truly don’t understand. It’s bullshit, honestly. It’s all-pervasive.

My mother always told me I'd eventually find "the one.” I used to believe that when I was younger of course. But in my opinion? It’s all cliches. It's unhelpful, and it's certainly not true. Destiny is an excuse for the weak. Why do you think most marriages end in divorce? It's 'cause people who believe they are “destined to be" assume everything will fall into place without any effort. I don't appreciate people pontificating bullshit like that just to make me feel better, especially if they haven't found their "soulmate" themselves. My sister once told me, “People who believe in soulmates are more likely to break up and encounter more difficulty in their relationship, which will lead them to give up on one another eventually.”

I sure do believe that.

My mother is a prime example. Fumeiko Suna, my dear mother. Well, she clearly hasn’t found hers. I found out when I came home after a tedious day of school in 5th grade and found my dear mother on the floor crying, with bruises all over her face and a busted lip.

Initially, I thought a burglar had broken into our home once again, but if that were the case then there would’ve been missing furniture. But there wasn’t.

In fact, the place seemed cleaner than usual. When I ran up to her and asked her what had happened, there he was. The devil himself. My father. He reeked of alcohol, and I could detect his shadow towering over me. It’s funny how that I think of it. I used to fear that son of a bitch. Now, I’m way taller than him, and hate his guts. I turned around to see a faux-sympathetic smile plastered on his face.

He explained how my mother was being “clumsy” and had fell and busted her lip on one of the corners of the kitchen table and when I turned back around to face my mother, she smiled gently and nodded in agreement. She didn’t say anything after that.

It was then I realized my father had beat my mother to a pulp.

Long story short, when I found it was my father, sure, I was frightened. In fact, I remember going into my siblings’ rooms to inform them, they shrugged it off and told me that dad had been doing it for a while now.

Over time, when my dad had found out that I was aware, he didn't mind beating the absolute shit out of my mother in front of all three of us. This was when my burning hatred for that man started. Nobody in the house even attempted to stop him. I did a few times, though. He took all his anger out on me. At least my mom had a break for the day.

I almost pitied my mother. Almost. Maybe if she was strong enough to leave him, then yeah, I’d feel bad. But she still decides to stay with his sorry ass. It’s pathetic. It’s unrequited love or whatever you call it. How could she still love that asshole?

I mean, I’m not even going to lie, I’m an asshole too, but I’m definitely not my dad. I would never want to be him. He’s not someone I looked up to, he doesn’t do anything inspirational. He’s a businessman. He travels the majority of the time, and I’m pretty sure my mom invites men over when he’s gone. I don’t care enough to find out. But if I ever hear some guy rearranging my mom’s guts, I’ll kill him. I don’t even blame my mother. What she’s doing is wrong, she knows it and so do both of my older siblings. But they don't seem to care so why should I?

Who knows why she just won’t leave him. Maybe it’s cause they don’t want to ruin how people view our “picture perfect” family. I wonder what they’d say. “I thought the Suna’s were the ideal family? I guess not.”

My dad would probably lose it if he heard that.

Both my mother and my father are the cause of this broken family of mine. They never fed me or any of my siblings the love we always desired when we were younger. They never came to any of my volleyball games when I was younger. They never applauded me for the little recitals we’d have in class in primary school. They were never even here for most of my childhood. They always put money first and left us with the housekeepers. Hell, the housekeepers probably know me better than my own parents.They failed as parents. I despise them for it. They’re most likely the reason I am the way I am, but to be honest?

I don’t give a fuck.

In fact, I should thank them! Because of how they “raised” me, i’m extremely blunt, which is why people respect me. I use the hatred I have for my family and take it out on people and no, I’m not proud of that. I may be a heartless asshole, but I like that people fear me. The hell? Does that make me a sadist? Either way, people know to never fuck with me cause I’d fuck their shit up. I’ve overheard many people say it’s ‘cause of my privilege. It probably is. Money can’t buy happiness, but it sure can buy you many other things.

If my parents were broke, I’d probably be expelled from school by now. Abuse of alcohol and drugs are forbidden on school property. I don’t even take them at school, I somewhat care about my education and health, but sometimes I just need to blow some steam. Even if I did, nobody’s gonna say shit since my dad is the head of Japan’s board of education. How did his ass even get there?

Call me lonely or cynical. Maybe I am. But how is that a bad thing? Why do people need a significant other to rely on? What, a soulmate is just going to turn my life upside down then suddenly bring me happiness? Pfft, I’m gonna need actual proof that shit like that still happens. I’ve only seen shit like that in fairy tale movies. It’s whatever, though. I can live with being alone. I’ve basically been alone my whole life and it isn’t as bad as people make it.

You loved the idea of having a soulmate. The thought of meeting someone who just understood you, accepted you for who you were, and most importantly, loved you excited you. You couldn’t wait to meet your soulmate.

But recently, you weren’t sure soulmates existed.

When your older sister, Akira, came into your room and burst into tears, it frightened you. Your older sister, the one who’d always provide you advice on relationships and how to keep one was in your room sobbing hysterically because hers hadn’t worked out.

“I just can't believe it,” she sobbed.

You couldn’t believe it either. Your sister had recently gotten engaged to her boyfriend of 9 years. They started dating at the age of 15 and managed to make things work out even after high school, and out of all those years of dating, they never broke up. Not even once.

They’d go on romantic dates on Saturdays and they’d always write love letters to one another every day, just to remind one another of how grateful they were to have each other in their lives. On Halloween, they’d dress up as fictional characters from TV shows and books and take cute selfies and bake a bunch of sweets. They’d invite you to come bake with them, but you would politely deny. You knew they were only offering so you wouldn’t feel left out, which you appreciated.

Of course, they’d argue every now and then, but at the end of the day, they always managed to talk things out. Oh to have a relationship like theirs. They were everything you wanted to have in a relationship and more.

“I really thought he was the one for me, y’know?” No, you don’t know. But that doesn't matter. What mattered was cheering your sister up.

“Maybe he wasn’t ‘the one’ Akira, and that’s okay! People come and go all the time, soulmates come and go all the time as well-”

“You still believe soulmates are real, huh?” she let out a humorless laugh and sniffed her nose, “What If I missed my one shot at love, Y/N? What if I lost my soulmate?”

That’s some deep shit.

Now that you think about it, were soulmates real? Soulmates come and go, yes, you’re aware of that, but even though they leave, it’s always temporary. Soulmates always find a way back to their other half, the piece that completes them.

Your dad never made it back to your mother.

He died in a car crash 5 years ago. Your mother and father had been arguing because she claimed your father was cheating on her since he wouldn’t let her check his phone.

You were 13 at the time. Your sister Akira was accompanying you in your room, listening to them arguing back and forth with one another. There was furniture flying across the room, glass breaking, and both of them throwing curses at each other. You were scared. They never argued in front of you and your sister. They'd bicker sometimes, but it was never anything too deep.

Eventually, your father had enough of your mother’s false accusations, and out of anger, he packed his things and left home. For weeks. It wasn’t until one of your uncles called your mother and broke the news. She didn’t take it very well.

Late 2012-early 2013.

Not many people came to your father’s funeral, his family didn’t like the fact that he and your mother were together, they said your mother was trouble, but your dad still stayed with her, even if that meant it would completely destroy the bond he had with his family. Now that’s true love, you had thought. Only your mother, Akira, the Sunas, your uncle, and you, of course, attended the funeral.

It hurt a lot. It hurt when your mother informed both your grandparents on your mother and father’s side and all they could do is put the blame on her. It hurt how they had claimed you, Akira and your mother were a hindrance to your dear father’s well-being. How could they be so cruel at a time like this?

That was the first time you ever questioned if soulmates were real. Maybe they fell in love at the wrong time? Who knows.

After your father’s passing, Fumiko Suna, your mother’s best friend, was there to help your family out financially. Your mother couldn’t even find the motivating to go to work. Your mother and Fumiko have been best friends since junior high, they’ve literally been inseparable ever since. In fact, after they both got married, they decided to live right next to each other.

Your mom didn’t cope with your father’s death very well; none of you did. But your mom had it the worst.

She would cope with alcohol and clubbing which would always result in her bringing different men home almost every night. You didn’t say much about it, you thought it would be selfish to since that’s what seemed to make your mother feel better about herself, but your sister hated it. She was already 19 and in college at the time, but when she visited and found out that your mother had basically been neglecting you, she was furious.

“Seriously, mom? This is what you’re gonna do while your 13-year-old daughter is in her room having a literal mental breakdown because of your childish behavior?” Your sister had barged into your mother’s room when she thought you were asleep, she was screaming loud.

“You’re interrupting something important, Akira. You know better than to-”

“Oh, shut the hell up mom. You’re the last person on earth to be saying shit like that.”

“Well, if you’re done, you can leave my room now. You’re being disrespectful, and this behavior is not tolerated!” Your mother was screaming now. The man in the bed covering his body under the covers and looking back and forth between Akira and your mother.

“Sakiya, maybe you should hear your daughter out-”

“Not now.” your mother scarcely interrupted the man, eye contact never leaving Akira. “Y/N has never complained about this when you were in college. She knows this is my way of coping, why can’t you understand that too!”

Akira scoffed. “So what, getting fucked by random strangers you find on the filthy streets is your way of coping? Getting wasted every damn night to the point where Y/N has to drag you up to bed is okay with you? Do you even know how much this is affecting Y/N? Did you even bother asking her how she felt? I hate breaking it to you mom, but you need serious help.”

“You selfish child!” Your mother screamed, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around her body, getting up from the bed. “How dare you say that to your own mother?”

“I’m only telling the truth! If you’re the mother, then it’s your job to be taking care of Y/N, not neglecting her. When’s the last time you’ve engross in an actual conversation with her when you were fully sober?”

Your mother was silent. She quickly walked up to Akira and grabbed her by the hair and slammed her headfirst against the wall.

“You’ve got a big mouth! Maybe I should wash it with soap like I did back in the day, hm?” Akira was attempting to push her mother away, but she wouldn’t let go of her grip. The man that was still on your mother’s bed was in panic, yelling her name, which didn’t have any effect. He might as well stop.

"Look," Akira mumbled, struggling to get away from your mother's grip, "I know it's been hard ever since dad left-"

“Mom! Let go of her!” You cried from the door of her room.

All 3 adults froze and looked at your glassy eyes, mouths wide open.

“Hey, kiddo, I thought you were asleep?” Akira playfully said, your mother let go of Akira and crossed her arms then looked away from you.

“Well, I can't really go to sleep when there’s a bunch of adults yelling about my well-being,” you muttered incoherently. You quickly wiped the uncontrollable tears off your face and sighed.

“Honey,” your mom started, she walked slowly to you, carefully examined your face, and attempted to hug you, but you didn’t accept the offer which made your mother frown. She stopped walking until she was almost face to face with you and placed a hand on your shoulder gently. “Baby, your sister told me that you weren’t happy. Is this true?”

You looked away from her and stared dully at the floor, subtly shifting your feet, then you softly shook your head “no.”

“See Akira, Y/N is happy. So please stop stressing her out.” Your mother said through gritted teeth, then faced you once again. “Y/N honey, how about I go tuck you into bed, hm? I’m so sorry for the excessive noise that was caused.”

“Mom, how clueless can you be? Y/N looks miserable! It’s unhealthy for Y/N to be living-“

Slap.

Your mother just slapped Akira on the face.

“I know what’s best for my daughter! I am her mother! You are not the one who should be telling me how to take care of my own kid!”

“That’s enough, Sakiya.” a familiar voice said from the door.

“Fumeiko-“

“It’s fine. Sakiya, we need to talk.” It was Fumeiko Suna, your mother’s best friend, also known as your next door neighbor. She had been standing in the hallways the whole time, you didn’t even know she was there. Akira was the one who called her over.

That night your mother agreed to get help for her drinking problem. She was gone for 6 months. During those 6 months, the Suna’s took you in since Akira would be in college and you couldn’t have been more grateful.

You and Rintaro were the only kids in the house, being that you both were the same age and the others were in college. It was okay, they were all very polite, dinners were awkward, you could feel some sort of tension between the family but you didn’t pay any attention to it.

When your mom finally came back, it was awkward at first. She still seemed the same, loving and caring, just sober and free of alcohol. It was nice. You two spent the weekends bonding at the mall, watching a movie, or even getting your nails done. Eventually, she gained your trust back, and you couldn’t have been happier.

January 2017.

“Akira, don’t say that. You may not believe me now, but you are such an amazing person, don’t ever think you’ll never find love again. It’s all about having a positive mindset!” you said, thoughtfully stroking her hair as her head laid on your chest.

“I told you that.”

“You did,” you chuckled, “you should take your own advice.

“Oh, shut up!” you both laughed, and Akira let out a shaky sigh. “Thank you, Y/N.”

“Of course, you don't need to thank me. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

— so this is one of the writings that i wrote in January 😭 it’s been in my drafts and i re-read it once and instantly hated it right after. if there’s any typos please tell me!!

— also i wanna apologize again for putting gmds on hiatus,, i feel so bad 😭 i wanna make it up to you guys but idk how so if you have suggestions pls tell me

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hive-worm-on-a-string · 2 years

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might not be the best screenshot-er, but the lighting looked pretty so meh.

(ps, i have a lot of rambling about her below, i just don't wanna clog up the post...it really turned into a massive ramble rip)

soooo i'm stil devloping pluta as a character because does anyone ever actually settle on a final design/concept lol.

anyways, a big thing about her is that she's this awoken chimera/hybrid thing of sorts. She was created as part of a "supersoldier"-type project made by a group of Awoken scientists. I have yet to flesh out the whole scientist-sect thing....and i've spent way too long typing out and deleting potential ideas so i'll just drop that convo at this point lol.

The "chimera" that Pluta is primarily Awoken DNA spliced with the DNA of this snake-like create that the scientists brought with them from the Distributary (the scientists figured they'd start off with splicing DNA they were already familiar with to get a hand of the chimera-making process before experimenting with new, alien DNAs). At some point I'm gonna make a character-ref sort of sheet for this snake creature, but one of its cool points is how it attacks its prey and feeds. Naturally, these little dudes have no mouths. When hunting/attacking/defending, however, small holes open up on its body (where exactly depends on where their prey is relative to their current position) and this spectral "mind tongue" of sorts shoots out and stabs their prey & inserts venom. If they decide to eat the creature, this massive caverns of jagged teeth opens up on their undersides and they literally have to "stand up" and fall "mouth"-first onto their prey to eat it. It's kinda hard to explain in words but it looks super dope in my head, so trust me lol.

So Pluta has some of the traits of this "snake," right. Namely showing itself in her eyes in terms of physical appearance (they look like golden snake eyes) and ability (she can "see" very well at night/in dark areas (think echolocation or heat tracking....but more paracasual because it's Destiny for crying out loud lol); she's naturally quicker, stealthier, and strikes faster than the average Awoken, and she's able to produce venom from "mind tongues" that she directs out of her hands (this ability may come at a later time, though, after a certain point that I'll discuss in a bit). Some of her major weaknesses are that her eyes are very sensitive to light and her vision isn't the greatest & the "snake" she's mixed with is dangerously allergic to...something, I haven't decided exactly what lol, on Earth. In her first life, she takes a unique medicine made by her adoptive mom that's tailored to prevent this allergic reaction. As a Guardian, the Light naturally prevents this allergic reaction. Kind of off topic.... and spoiler-y, but Pluta finds out about this allergy the hard way during the Red War...I will say no more heheh.

Soooo I typed aaaalll of this out to get to this next point, of which I still need to do a little bit more explaining before I can say it lol. So another trait of this "snake" is that they're very connected creatures, they form deep bonds with each other. They're so attached to each other that if one of them dies, any "snakes" within close proximity will be triggered (via a pheromone released on death?) to go absolutely ape-shit, tongues and teeth and horror everywhere, killing anything in its path out of an act of "revenge" until it kills itself from over-exertion. This trait is also the reason why the species is near extinct and really only alive in captivity....because they strive to connect with one another but are also ticking time bombs. I'm mainly including this trait because I'm planning on having these little dudes be pretty powerful, so I needed some massive negative to counteract it.

OK OK OK SO, slight spoiler, but in my fic, no one gets their Light back during the Red War. Because of this, and various other things, it is brought to Pluta's attention that she may have this "go ape-shit" ability and it may be the Vanguard's best bet at taking down/severely weakening Ghaul. She figures it's worth the try, seeings how they'll all die anyways if Ghaul succeeds. TLDR, mission success, she lives (well, I mean, she technically dies as per the laws of "go ape-shit" lmao, but the Light gets returned to her before she dies, so her ghost revives her).

Finally getting to the fucking main point.....what I'm toying with is having her "unlock" some new abilities/features post beast mode....like she becomes more like the "snake." One idea was that she gains the "mind tongues" at this point rather than earlier. Some other potential add-ons include gaining sharp teeth&"claws", the ability to unhinge her jar, and maybe some other stuff....I have to think, this idea is still pretty fresh.

My main concern is that I'm afraid she's getting too over-the-top/god-modded/whatever you wanna call it at this point. I just really like the idea of her being this Awoken hybrid/chimera experiment thing and am having a blast theorizing the lore behind it all. I'm trying to include a lot of negatives to balance out all of these extra perks she has over regular Guardians, and I haven't even gone over all the negatives yet (some tying to how people react to her appearance/abilities, and lengths she goes to to hide them in most situations). Guess my main thing is I wanna know if y'all think this is Too Much and I need to take it back (if anyone actually read this far, i'm so sorry I ramble lol). I'm hoping that the chimera/hybrid idea in general is OK, and I think it is because I'm pretty sure I saw somewhere that at one point in Destiny's development, there was supposed to be human/animal hybrids during the Golden Age, so I feel like my idea isn't too OOC for the Destiny universe.

yeah. i'm fucking impressed if you made it this far. have a virtual high-five

#destiny #destiny 2 #destiny oc #pluta #so who wants a shitty ms paint drawing of that snake dude lol #i'll have some freetime in about a week ohohoh #i've been balls to the walls busy with school for the past couple weeks #but I burnt out so I took today to let my 2 braincells sleep lol #well sleep in terms of not doing schoolwork #i've been writing this post for nearly 2 hours now someone PLEASE teach me how to relax lol

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fanficsandmoregalore · 3 years

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Dog Days - Chapter 3

Summary: Strange phone calls in the middle of the night, talking dogs, can this situation get any worse?!

You took a deep breath and opened the door.

"Please don't speak, please don't speak, please don't speak."

You repeated, slowly opening the door. Waiting outside were the 3 dogs, patient and looking anxious. You looked around to verify that there were no other humans in your apartment. You gulped and looked at the dogs.

"Um....h-hi guys."

They looked amongst themselves and then back to you but no reply. You let out a sigh of relief and fully exited the room, walking by the dogs, and into the kitchen. Hopefully a cup of coffee would calm your nerves.

"Do you think she heard us earlier?"

You stopped dead in your tracks and turned around to the dogs, who all looked at you with an equally shocked expression.

"Shit." Kylo let out. You felt dizzy and rushed over to the couch, falling onto it. The dogs rushed over to you.

"Oh my god, this can't be happening! I'm going insane!"

You panicked and rolled yourself up into a blanket on the couch, hoping this was some weird dream.

"(Y/n), please calm down. We didn't mean to scare you." You heard one of them say. They all sounded similar so it was a little hard to distinguish which dog was talking.

You lifted the blanket off of you. You stared at the dogs and gulped again.

"Um.....i...i don't know....what's going on..."

You had trouble saying anything. You were very much speechless.

Matt jumped onto the couch beside you.

"Maybe i can explain."

You looked at each of the dogs, and then back to Matt.

"Uh...yeah...please."

Matt told you about how they had a huge argument one night and the next morning woke up having transformed into dogs and in a strange city they didn't recognize. You listened and paid close attention, this all sounded fake but if it wasn't for the talking dogs in front of you, you wouldn't believe it was a real story.

"We had been wandering the streets trying to come up with an answer and then we gave up. And that's when we met you."

Matt finished catching you up and you slapped your face.

'This has to be a dream or a practical joke. There is no way this is really happening!'.

You looked at the dogs as they waited for you to regain your composure. You stood, wrapped in the blanket. You didn't say a word, just walked over to the window of your apartment, opened it...and screamed until your lungs hurt. You let out a breath and turned to the dogs.

"Now that i got that out of my system... i have questions."

"Hopefully we have answers." Matt responded.

You slumped into the recliner.

"So....you guys have been able to understand me this WHOLE time?"

"Yes."

"Yep."

"Unfortunately." Kylo huffed out.

You were glad you hadn't said anything you would regret.

"And you have no idea how you could've been turned into dogs?"

"No idea. Not even a guess as to what happened."

You sat there and thought for a moment, just remembering the strange phone call you received lastnight. You sat up and snapped your fingers.

"You guys are the brothers!?!?"

The three looked at you, obviously confused.

"Lastnight, when i got that phone call. There was a lady who said that three brothers needed my help. They were beasts in mind and in appearance. But i dont know how im supposed to help you. Ugh this is so confusing!"

The phone rang. The sudden noise made you and the dogs jump. You hesitated but answered.

"(Y/n), you got your wish. I hope understanding the brothers will help you to UNDERSTAND the brothers."

Then the call ended. Another vague phone call. You had no idea what to do, how to ask for help. You were on your own.

"Well?" Asked Ben. You looked at him and shook your head.

"I....I dont know. She said that now that i can understand you....i need to understand you.."

"What the hell does that even mean?!"

You looked at Kylo blankly. He was right. What the hell does that mean? You're stuck with three dogs that used to be 3 human brothers, and you had no idea why or how they turned into dogs and you had now idea how to help them. You felt so lost.

"I need time to think. I just...i have so much to process." You got up and walked to your room, leaving the boys outside your door.

"I feel so bad. Like we're asking too much from a girl we just met."

Matt sank to the floor and started to whine. Ben put his paw on Matt's back.

"No, i think we met her for a reason. She said the lady on the phone told her that she needed to help up. I think is some kind of fate or destiny."

"Well, i think this is bullshit."

Matt and Ben looked at Kylo. He was glaring at the door to your bedroom.

"If she isn't going to help us, then we're wasting our time here." He turned and went to the window, which you had left open. He looked back to his brothers.

"Im going to go find out how to change back. You can either join me or wait here for panic attack Patty."

Matt and Ben didn't budge. Kylo scoffed and took the fire exit down.

You finally emerged from your room, eyes red and puffy and you had changed clothes. You hugged the 2 dogs who had waited patiently by your door.

"I promise i will do everything i can to help you. I have no idea where to start but i won't stop until you're human again."

"Thank you, (Y/n)."

Ben nuzzled you and licked your cheek a little to make you smile. You chuckled a bit and then looked around the room.

"Where's Kylo?"

"Ummmm, yeah. About that...." Matt weasled out.

You ran down the street as fast as you could, bumping into people and trying to hurdle any obstacles.

"KYLO! KYLO!"

You panted and slowly went from running to jogging until your legs completely gave out and you fell to your knees. You were completely out of breath and exhausted. You felt lightheaded and sore, like your body was on fire while you laid on a bed of rocks.

"The middle of the street is a terrible place to be sitting."

You looked up at the sound of the familiar voice. It was Kylo. You were so relieve he was safe, you hugged him tightly and kissed his snout.

"Come on, let's get back and try to figure this mess out."

Kylo grumbled an agreement and you walked home. You and the dogs sat in a circle on the floor with a notebook in hand. You had written some information on it to help you get ideas.

• Ben, Kylo, and Matt - people turned into dogs

• Had a huge argument at family event and woke up next day as dogs, no idea how

• Ben oldest, Kylo middle, Matt youngest, triplets

• Sons of Han and Leia

You tapped your pencil on you chin.

"Hmm...what was the argument about?"

You heard growling and looked to see Ben and Kylo glaring at each other. Matt shook his head.

"I was hoping they'd forgotten."

"How could i forget Ben purposely ruing my painting for mom!?"

"I was doing her a favor."

The 2 brothers began to brawl and Matt let out an irritated sigh.

"Here we go again..."

#solo triplets #fanfics #kylo ren x reader #ben solo x reader #matt solo x reader #star wars #dog days

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clean-bands-dirty-stories · 4 years

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The Best Things ~ J.V. (Part 6)

A/n: Things boutta get bad so like... I'm sorry. Practically nothing but angst this part won't lie. Side note: I know I don't actually have a lot of Jerome x reader content yet, but I wanted to show the reader's descent into madness before they're officially a thing. I promise you it's coming, and very soon :)

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Y/n shot to his feet, only for the guards behind him to draw their guns. Alfred held up a hand. "Is he alive?" Y/n demanded. He might have lost his mind just a tad, but Bruce was still one of the very few things Y/n Wayne cared about and no one was about to put that boy in danger.

"Yes," Alfred soothed. "I said he WAS kidnapped. We have him back now." Y/n calmed and Alfred seemed to almost smile, as if seeing the amount Y/n cared was very reassuring. That tracked. "He's been brainwashed or something though, and I've gotten special permission from Commissioner Bullock himself to let you out to help me bring him back. If we play this right, we might even get you released permanently. We can figure this whole thing out. You can come back to us. We can be a family again." Y/n thought about that. Seeing Bruce again. His brother meant everything to him. He cared about Alfred too, honestly. The man had been a good father figure to both of them, and a good friend even when their father was alive. Y/n would have a real home, without killing or chaos. He'd be working for the good guys.

Right?

He thought about that word. Good guys. Cops were supposed to be good guys, weren't they? But he'd gotten locked up in Arkham just for being associated with Jerome, and then gotten the shit kicked out of him when he'd simply been himself. He hadn't killed anyone, or hurt anyone. He'd shown affection to another man and had nearly gotten beat to death for it. He'd leave Arkham, the only place he'd ever really been accepted for being gay. Maybe not by that one guard, but everyone else seemed to not care since no one cared about him at all, except maybe Jerome. Oh god Jerome. Y/n would have to leave him. And Harleen as well. The new friend who really got him and had his back the best she could in a place where her words practically had as much affect as Y/n's did. He had a boyfriend and a potential best friend and room to be free... except that he wasn't free.

Why was this so hard?

"Y/n," Alfred interrupted, eyes wide and pleading. "Bruce needs you."

The last time Alfred had said that, Bruce had just witnessed their parents' murders. Y/n pushed down the boy he used to be that was fighting to resurface, trying to find at least a. Middle between then and now. They were so different... there was suddenly a battle again himself, and he was losing.

Finally, he just shut it all down. Everything else could wait for another time. "When can we leave?" Alfred smiled at his words, but Y/n suddenly had a terrible feeling in his gut. Why did he get the sense that everything was about to get really, really bad again?

"Penguins alive?" Y/n relaxed in relief.

Alfred frowned. "Yeah. Um-" He swallowed. "You've kind of really been involved with all the worst people recently, eh?"

Y/n actually scoffed at that, his lips curling in amusement. "I've met far worse people than Oswald, Alfred." He looked the butler in the face. "You might not like to hear this, but that redhead everyone in town hates so much? He wasn't the one who did this to me." Y/n motioned to his own face. "But the officer who did, did it for no other reason than because I'm gay." He let that settle for a second. Alfred seemed shaken a bit. It seemed to finally be dawning on him just what Y/n had been going through since his parents had died. "Now, enough about me." They'd finally pulled up to the GCPD building. "Let's get inside. Like you said: Bruce needs us."

Y/n had been required to be handcuffed, though he hadn't been put in a straight jacket and had been allowed to change into normal clothes as not to upset Bruce upon seeing him. He was still beat up pretty badly though, and had developed a limp as the adrenaline wore off and as his beating really sunk in. Alfred had to keep him handcuffed as they walked in, and the whole place went quite. It was becoming a habit that Y/n could walk into any room and immediately bring silence with him as he did so. All of Gotham had gotten to the point that they couldn't exactly make an opinion on Y/n Wayne. How did someone like him get born into a family like he had been, and turn out like this?

Gay and insane.

It had been in the newspaper. Someone, somewhere had gotten hold of the news that Y/n Wayne was gay and it had been released everywhere. Y/n had read the article a while ago. It's what had prompted Jerome to finally be more affectionate around other inmates, instead of just at night when they were in their cell together. People might give Y/n shit for being into dudes, but no one was going to mess with Jerome. He'd put his neck out for Y/n... It was becoming clear that few others would do the same. Maybe it was the insanity.

Y/n was brought to a room that was a different color than the walls at Arkham. The color outside had been overwhelming after seeing muted versions from a distance through windows that now, the dull color was kind of refreshing. Inside the room was Bruce, but he looked different. Y/n couldn't imagine the last time his younger brother had worn a turtle neck. His father used to try to get the boys to wear them all the time, but, especially in their youth, the boys had hated them and eventually their father had given up. Bruce hadn't worn one since they were both seven, when he used to just do whatever their dad told him to. And since when did he wear anything other than dark blue or black? Y/n found all his usual jokes about Bruce being a casual emo slip from his mind. He didn't know how to approach this new boy. He didn't know him.

To be fair, Bruce didn't really know him either.

"Hello, brother," Y/n greeted, unsure of how to go about this after all that stood between them.

Bruce narrowed his eyes. "Why are you here?"

Y/n sat down, scooting over as Alfred joined him with a second chair. "Just checking in," Y/n responded slowly. "Alfred told me about what happened. Getting kidnapped. Been there, it's not too fun."

Bruce rolled his eyes."You got kidnapped by a brainless psychopath. I got taken by someone who was trying to help me."

Y/n scoffed. "Help you? Bruce look at you. You're not yourself."

"I'm better," Bruce shot back. Y/n went quiet at that, looking at Alfred with raised eyebrows.

Alfred ignored the look. "Now we can talk all day, but what really matters is that you tell me what you meant when you said someone else was coming to Gotham. I thought that old fellow was the leader of the Council of the Owls, who else would be coming?"

An expression rested on Bruce's face. Far too complacent and calm. The Bruce Y/n was familiar with had the tendency to brood- this Bruce seemed to have no tendencies at all. No cares or anything. It was disturbing to say the least. "I want you both to leave."

"Well that ain't gonna happen, is it mate?" Alfred immediately matched. The butler crossed his arms. "You can't get rid of either of us that easy. Your brother here found time around being locked up to be here for you. Not much is getting us out of here."

"Especially with the city in chaos," Y/n cut in. "Not even your pals in the GCPD will be here to drag us away. Might as well end it now."

When Bruce didn't respond, Alfred leaned forward. "You have to remember who you are."

That seemed to set Bruce off. "I know who I am." Y/n scoffed. "I have a destiny," the younger boy continued, his volume raising as Y/n's mocking noise irritated him.

"Now you listen to me." Alfred had gotten very quiet. "That man that wanted you to detonate that bomb, whatever he promised you- freedom from pain, power - none of it, none of it was real. I want you to remember what is real."

"I know what's real!" Bruce yelled over the end of Alfred's sentence. Y/n tried not to smile. He really did. Bruce glowered as his older brother grinned at him. Mocked him. "You come in here and mock me? You're the crazy one. Don't you dare laugh at me like I'm the one who's lost my mind! I got vengeance for our parents' murder. That's real, and better than running around like an idiot with a lunatic murder!"

"You know NOTHING about lunacy," Y/n interrupted. "I've seen crazy. I've seen grown men beat on teenage boys and call it power. I've seen cops chase bad guys to predictable set ups and act like it wasn't the most obvious thing in the world. I've seen so called heroes save to be said innocent people, and then those evil little shits turn on those same heroes the first chance they get. I've seen love get ignored and then twisted. I've seen people laugh at pain and enjoy the suffering of others and then call themselves sane because that person who was dying was a bad guy, so who cares, right? I've seen people define good and bad like it's a dictionary entry and then immediately break the rules they lay down and still try to pass off as the victim of the story. THAT was real Bruce." Alfred put a hand on Y/n's shoulder, and it was only then when he realized he was crying. "I've seen stories about how evil and corrupt men are and how much women are victims, and then looked at Gotham and seen women in charge while I, a child, was raped by a woman again and again who was only using me for power." He cleared his throat. "Not to say that other people don't suffer, I just mean that everything is a grey area. What's real is bullshit and what's fake is seemingly the most honest option of those presented. Not everything is as clear as it pretends to be, Bruce. I'm supposed to be the crazy one. I was supposed to be the one who failed. I was supposed to be the screw up, but we're both in handcuffs and you were the one who was trying to ruin the lives of thousands of people just minding their own business. What was my crime, huh? Trying to be happy? Trying to be true to myself?" Y/n scoffed. "If only mom and dad could see you now."

"YOU SHUT UP!" Bruce screeched.

"Both of you calm down," Alfred snapped. "I was there when your parents had both of you. I took care of your mum and was there as you grew up. You used to be inseparable. No matter what anyone else did or said or thought, the Wayne brothers always had each others' backs. Good and bad is clear. Everyone is capable of it. Everyone does it. No one is innocent of evil, even in small amounts. Both of you have been idiots." He took a breath. "But you're also both my idiots." He looked between the two boys. "You're both my boys, even if I haven't been there for both of you." He looked at Y/n as he said that. "You want to talk about what's real? What's good?" He looked at bruce. "What's real is when you were sick as a kid, and your mum used to sit up with you every night and read to you when you fell asleep. That's real. Or when you were seven and you took that rowboat out and you got lost in that storm. Me and your dad were out, shouting and screaming, losing our minds, and when your dad found you, how he cried. That's real." He looked at Y/n. "When you were twelve and you came to your parents in tears because you couldn't understand why all the girls your age were talking about kissing you and you couldn't stop thinking about kissing the other boys. Your mum calmed you down and your dad told me that no matter what, they'd love you and you thought I didn't know but I did- all this time, I knew." Y/n felt his chest tighten. He felt terrible. "That was good, Y/n." Alfred gripping Y/n's shoulder. "When everyone came to your dad talking bad about you and they thought he'd laugh along, but he put an end to it immediately because you were still his son and he loved you. He was proud of you. When the news people came after you for secrets and they were nosey and pushy. When they crowded and stalked you because they'd caught wind that you had a dark secret and everyone wanted to know what the oldest Wayne son failure was hiding, and your dad nearly lost his mind on all of them, if your mum hadn't stepped in and stopped it cordially. THAT. Was. Good." Alfred returned to looking at Bruce, keeping his hand on Y/n's shoulder. "Your parents died in that alley four years ago, and maybe that man took away the pain of that night." This time he looked between the two boys. "Life has been hard since then, but there is no life, no love, without pain." He squeezed Y/n's shoulder and when the boy nodded, he returned his attention to Bruce. Bruce was the main focus right now, but Y/n had gotten the message. "He could not take away the love that your mum and dad gave you, that you still have in you- that you still have-" his voice broke as he reached over, pressing his hand against Bruce's chest, right over where his heart would be. "Right here." His hand finally dropped after a pause as he continued, "The same love I have for you. For both of you." His face flecked with. "I love you, Maser Bruce. Master Y/n. I would do anything for you. I would die for you. You must-" he cut off, focusing on Bruce. Y/n kept thinking Alfred was done focusing on him, but then Alfred would look at him again, and he hadn't felt so cared for or looked after since his parents had died. It all felt silly now... "You have to find that love again."

Every word hit home. Alfred was speaking to Bruce, but it was becoming more and more obvious that he was talking to Y/n too. Y/n reached over, his hand resting over Bruce's. "We both have to," he whispered softly. "You don't have to do it alone. I know it's been hard and chaotic, but I'm still your brother, Bruce. You're still my brother. And no matter what, you always have me."

Alfred leaned forward. "Come back to us, Master Bruce." There was a commotion outside and Alfred sighed before telling Y/n, "I'll be right back," and then leaving.

Bruce looked to his brother. "Did you mean what you said? I can depend on you?" Y/n nodded immediately. "Then get me out of here." Y/n went to argue but Bruce interrupted. "You can come with me and make sure I'm safe. But I HAVE to do this. I need to finish it. I need to see it through. I need to know if this really is my destiny. I need to understand-" he cut off, choked with emotion. But Y/n knew what he meant. The same thing that had driven him to follow Jerome Valeska of all people. That had gotten him to follow Penguin and ditch his family to begin with. There are just some things you have to do. So Y/n looked around, found a pen, and Bruce pick the locks on both of their cuffs before they booked it, side by side and headed for... something. Bruce hadn't cued Y/n into the plan this far.

In all honesty, it was just nice being by Bruce's side again.

They made their way through the city streets of Gotham at night until they got to a red door with the word "Yuyan" on the front. Bruce went in. Y/n followed. Inside was the statue of what looked like some kind of demon. There was a lot going on. Bruce didn't hesitate- he stepped up and began analyzing it. Y/n was still taking it in when he pulled something and the wall opened up, revealing a hidden passage. The brothers went inside, Bruce having to take Y/n's hand to get the older boy to follow him now.

The two walked down a staircase and through a tunnel. It seemed eery. Weirdly light and far too silent and empty. When people appeared, Y/n regretted his lament about there not being anyone around- they immediately attacked him. "No." Bruce said firmly. They stopped. Y/n looked at his brother with shock. Bruce's expression remained calm. Y/n's would be attackers simply pointed Bruce onward, making way for him to follow their direction.

Y/n hadn't been this scared in a long time. Surely he wasn't in danger. This was Bruce he was talking about. Golden Boy Bruce Wayne who used to cry when they were really little and Y/n would step on a bug. Who shut down after their parents died because he loved them so much that seeing their murder changed him... except that his heart of gold kept him from corrupting like Y/n had. He was driven by justice and refused to let up until evil was destroyed. Bruce Wayne was a hero.

And yet, when Y/n looked at the back of Bruce's head now, he didn't see his younger brother. He saw a man in a child's body. He saw a straight back that was well trained and perfectly postured. He saw clothes Bruce would never wear and a silence Bruce would prefer not to bear, especially with Y/n around to talk his ear off. He saw Bruce leading them down a tunnel of doom, being completely docile after someone tried to kill him. After he almost poisoned maybe hundreds of people with just the press of a button. After, of all people, he had chosen some random old dude weirdo over Alfred and almost killed one of two family members he still had left.

Very suddenly, Y/n realized that he hadn't realized how bad Bruce was. How dumb it was to follow after him right now. And he was more scared than he'd ever been. More scared than even when he looked in the face of a cold blooded, sadistic murderer who had completely lost his mind and only saw an endless world of things to fascinate him. More scared when the doors would close and all he saw was red lips curled in a devious smile as the one person he trusted the most took advantage of him. More scared than when that stupid guard had locked him in that room and he had really thought he was going to get beaten to death for being gay.

Bruce pushed two double doors open with each hand. They creaked as they opened slowly, revealing a room with a green pool in the middle. Bruce leaned over and Y/n stepped forward, reaching out to stop him. Then he felt a pain at the back of his head and everything went black.

Y/n woke up alone.

It was dark, but it only took him a few seconds to remember everything and realize where he was. He looked around- the pool was still there. Otherwise, the room was empty. Y/n groaned as he sat up, looking around again for signs of those people that had attacked him earlier. When he still saw no one, he stood and began walking back the way he'd come. It was even scarier now that he was alone. "Bruce?" He whispered into the empty hallway. He jumped at every noise, resulting in him eventually misstepping and tripping. He would have face planted if his scrambling abilities hadn't improved recently due to all the running away from cops and other crazies alike in his days by Oswald's side. Thankfully he didn't fall because, as he was noticing while trying to get his feet under him, there was blood on the floor.

Oh my god there was blood on the floor.

He sucked in a breath, beginning to look around again. "BRUCE?" His heart picked up and he felt the back of his eyes burning with tears. "Bru-" his shoulder hit a wall and he screamed. Shaking his head to calm himself, he pressed his lips together and retraced his path that he'd taken with Bruce to get in here. Eventually it lead him outside. Weirdly enough, the wall was open again. Which meant that he didn't have to figure out how this side of the trick worked... but it also meant he wasn't alone.

The night air outside was cool, the sun rising in the distance. He looked down at himself- he was filthy. He took a second to think. To remember. The last thing that had been clear to him was that he was absolutely terrified of Bruce.

That's right. Bruce wasn't... right anymore. Well, that meant he couldn't go home. He also couldn't just walk back into Arkham. They might think he'd done something if he came back, dirty and hysterical, without Alfred. So he went to the GCPD department instead, because where the else was he going to go?

He was inside for maybe a second before he saw a familiar face. His eyes went wide and his heart nearly stopped- in his vulnerable state, of course it would be the guard that almost beat him to death that would be there to greet him. The man smirked, tilting his head. "There you are. We were wondering when you'd find your way back." He approached the teenage boy, putting a hand on his shoulder.

Someone else approached. Y/n almost melted in relief to see Harvey Bullock. "What's going on here?" His eyes laded on Y/n. "What... I thought you were in Arkham."

"He was," the officer responded. Y/n had already forgotten his name from when Harleen had said it before. "Alfred Pennyworth came and got him out for the day. Needed him for some Wayne business. I'll be taking him back now."

Harvey looked confused by that. "Why? We were already debating letting him go. Now he's out, there's no reason to immediately put him back in." The guard seemed horrified by that idea. Harvey put his hands on his waist. "He didn't do anything wrong."

"Do you know what this boy is?" Y/n's heart sunk. "He's a homosexual."

Harvey's eyebrows rose. At first Y/n thought it was in surprise, but then he said, "So what?"

The guard looked stunned. "He needs help, Bullock. He was canoodling with Jerome Valeska in Arkham. In public. Like there's nothing wrong with that."

Now Harvey was surprised. Y/n swallowed his emotions and met the older cop's gaze evenly, sticking his chin up. Harvey sighed. Y/n didn't even have to say anything- the old man just seemed to... immediately understand. "He turned to someone who accepted him in a world of people who hate him." It was Y/n's turn to be surprised. "That's not punishable."

The guard scoffed. "Son, have you ever killed anyone before?" Y/n looked away. He thought about the first time he'd ever killed someone, and then thought about all the many times after that he'd done it himself or helped. Another experience he'd picked up while hanging with Oswald. "The thing won't even deny it. And he's proud to be with that redheaded psycho. There's something wrong with him, Commissioner. He needs to be detained and get some help."

Harvey and Y/n both knew that was not the reason the guard wanted Y/n back in Arkham. The two men looked at each other, both put down at the fact that they couldn't stop anything happening. Maybe Y/n should have lied. Maybe he should be fighting. Unfortunately, he'd just lost his little brother and he had no idea what kind of shape Alfred was in. Currently, he had to assume that Alfred was either dead or would be soon, if Bruce could help it.

The guard tugged Y/n's arm and they were headed back outside toward his car. "Thought you were gonna get away from me that easily, did you?" The guard growled under his breath, leaning close to Y/n so the Wayne boy would be the only one to hear. "I finally have a reason to get at you, you little shit. Things are only gonna get worse for you from here. Now I can say you've killed people. No one will stop me from knocking you now."

Y/n looked at the city one more time before he was shoved into the car. The guard pulled out a pair of cuffs and put him in them. He looked at the city the whole time. The entire ride, he took in every inch of it. Every dirty corner. Every dirty human. Every inch of the buildings- no matter how close, far, tall or small they were. If he could see it, he took it in as much as he could. Above everything else, he took in the sunrise.

Maybe it was the fact that Y/n might never see it again outside of Arkham, but it wasn't overwhelming this time.

It was beautiful.

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A/N

This is Death Note meets Black Panther. So if you like the idea of Erik as Light Yagami, you're in the right place.

Let me know if you'd like to be tagged.

My fics have no READ MORE option because I do them all from mobile. :/ so sorry about the forever scrolls. 😫 Good thing is I'm keeping chapters to about 1500 words.

1. BEGINNINGS

Dear Journal,

I've written of much in my lifetime and now I continue this in my afterlife. But, Journal? How can I accurately describe this VAST realm where the ghost of my former self now exists? That is all I am.

I'll start with the sky for it has demanded my attention. The contrast of the deep purple and rich blue against blindingly white flashes of light make the starry sky of this ancestral plane the most majestic to behold, even greater than that of a Wakandan sunrise, and for that I am grateful. Under this realm’s sky which is so undefiled, so splendid, so divine that no mortal can look upon or stand under it without first forfeiting their very lives and human shells.. we souls of the past run free in our transcendent forms.

But are we truly free within this elaborate repetition?

When we are not running, we write. I'm sure you're beginning to understand. As ancestors, our words bind the earth realm to our own. We are accountable for recording the events in the earth as well as names.

“N'Jobu. Are you going to run?” Chika paces below on the ground, his jet black fur shining blue under the dramatic sky. Life in the ancestral plane is akin to a vivid dream that never seems to come to a point or an end. “What are you pondering so intently? Give that journal a rest, you are free, N'Jobu. You are meant to run on.. forever,” he spoke, each word echoing in my ear, a cement block sealing my monotonous fate. Is that all there is? Running?

“..I’ll remain here.”

Another omen. The curse of eternal disappointment. Chika runs, striding through the soft green grass, toward eternity. He won’t be back for a millennium and it will still be too soon in the scale of forever.

As I perch atop my branch inscribing these entries, I watch the living trapped in the sinking wheel which is humanity.

I see Wakanda entering a new era. I see impending war waged by the unjust. My claw moves on it's own, inking the names of the innocent and the young. They come everyday before their time. I cannot hold back my–is it sympathy? No, sympathy is invalidation. I’ve been removed from mortality for entirely too long to care. The thing I feel–is intrigue.

-N'Jobu

Sinking wheel aside, the human world has its interesting moments. The human mind is an interesting machine. Humans with the capacity to choose their destiny on a small scale will often cling to life for the sole purpose of defiling it. Tooth and nail, they fight to defy and delay the inevitable, still meeting the same fate they struggled against. Humans pursue the end of a certain evil only to be overcome by the specific evil they’ve created.

Humans as a whole? Predictably ordinary and violent. However, the most interesting things pertain to the actions of individuals. Individuals are the wild cards.

That's what I'd like to explore.

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Erik slid his phone from his pocket, sliding it in his line of vision as he walked briskly down the city sidewalk toward the block where his office building stood tall. Yahoo news had a few ridiculous articles, pointless in the nature. He considered putting in his earbuds to listen to his playlist until he reached his building. Or maybe he'd pick a research to dive into absorbing it for no other purpose than regurgitating it to the easily impressed. His business partner would be impressed for sure. Decisions, decisions. Clicking quickly through the internet, he stumbled on a title.

17-year-old Isaiah Mark Lewis was unarmed when he was shot after fighting with two officers who first used a stun gun on him.

Disgusting. Another senseless death at the hands of the morally corrupt, the third he'd heard of in two weeks. He hit the back button searching for something different, something lighter.

Marzeus Scott, an unarmed 35-year-old killed by police in Blytheville, Arkansas.

He exited his browser, pocketing his phone and looking ahead to the silver sky and concrete jungle which enveloped him. Black man with a bald fade and suit up ahead, 2:00. Black woman with a long skirt and blazer behind him, 6:00. He couldn't help but see clear targets on their backs as well as his own. It was an unspoken phenomenon, this fear of blackness that became the black soul's burden to carry. Like ants, black people were expected to work pointless 9-5's for CEOs that cared more for dogs and money than human life. Everyday there was the dark aura of the capitalistic, racist shoe hovering above, playing god.

His calf-skin Armani loafers hit the ground at a steady pace and the Harlequin Jacquard wool blazer he wore moved with him like a thick second skin. A police car rolled along with the traffic to his left as he kept his eyes forward.

2:00. Black man sitting on the ground. Elderly. Homeless. It was only a matter of time before he'd be chased away by some pompous authority. Erik took out a few bills folding them into his palm to quickly pass to the old man.

"I can't take this," he rasped. "I can't-- I-- Thank you so much. Thank you." He grabbed Erik's hand which held the $300 and shook it, not letting go. "Thank you so much," he repeated before Erik pulled his hand back.

Great. Now he had to wait at the crosswalk because he'd missed the break in traffic.

He checked his watch impatiently, a rose gold Patek Philippe Nautilus gifted to him by his team at 2K Security, Inc. Having fattened their pockets over the years, he was their hero. And now he was on his way back to his office for a virtual meeting with Samsung.

"Good morning, Mr. Stevens," Gloria, the receptionist perked on his arrival to the ground floor lobby. Nodding in greeting, he could feel her eyes scrolling over him but like every time before, he ignored this--stepping into one of the four large elevators which took him up smoothly to the very top where his spacious office resided.

Large floor to ceiling windows lit the white painted room naturally and his computer awaited, ON but sleep. He could practically see the seconds ticking quickly by, but luckily he was just in time for the meeting with Sandeep.

"Password and login, okay.. 2kMeetings.com. Input access code," he mumbled punching keys all to see the brown skin man with a pompadour of thick straight jet black hair staring back at him. He started the recording.

"Can I say this the best web conferencing software I've used thus far? And I've used a lot," Sandeep commented seemingly impressed. Erik wasn't surprised having been named in Forbes, but he smiled nonetheless giving humble thanks. This software was his own creation. The company overall was his baby. He nurtured it like one would nurture an actual child.

The meeting began and as it progressed, Erik had new projects to undergo, features that Samsung wanted to incorporate into their products and even into their own security and data systems. They began to talk user privacy, security VPNs, and MDMs. Soon after, it was time to disconnect and implement some of the changes discussed.

Hours later, Erik had not ceased in his work. He would not stop until he absolutely had to, it was a thing about him. When it came to his baby he was totally engrossed.

"Baby," Erik spoke into the phone catching it on the second ring when he saw the name Mika flash on the screen with a picture she'd taken and set as the icon herself. "Oh, uh--Dinner? I don't know, I've got a lotta shit to do today." He started typing a code and nearly forgot to continue his call. "Uh--Mika," he paused to type another line. "I may be late tonight."

Movement from the corner of his eye caught his attention. Something had fallen through the sky.

"Hm? Oh. What happened?--Nah, I ain't hear about that story, but I just read about two more today. They're just out here killing niggas left and right." He stood looking through one of the tall clean windows to see what had dropped from the sky. No one on the ground seemed to notice. Was he buggin? "Hm? They what? His hands were up and they shot him? With cameras recording?" He listened to his girl's angry report. She was right, they'd probably get off regardless of the evidence. She would know, she was a cop. Well, a detective.

He headed back to the elevator, cellphone in hand while his girl gave him the entire story, venting her frustration simultaneously. When he stepped onto the sidewalk outside of the building, there was no disturbance. No one seemed to be glued to the area for any particular reason. He looked in every direction including up finding a black leather bound journal on the concrete with its spine in the air. If he hadn't seen it fall from the sky, he'd have assumed some random passerby dropped it and he'd have ignored it. Picking it up, he shook and dusted it, turning it this way and that. "No. No protest." Mika was bent on being front line, but it was dangerous. She could get hurt. "You're not going," he asserted. "I understand, but I want you to be safe, okay? Hm?--Aight. I'll see you tonight. Love you," he said hanging up and pocketing the phone, both hands now gripping the worn journal. Whose was it?

The deafening whir of a siren broke through the city noise before a police car appeared from around the corner up ahead. The stories of the three recently murdered men swirled in Erik's head. With the police's extreme prejudices, the results were never favorable for those who looked like him regardless of what they wore, did, or their level of innocence and involvement. He could only imagine the violence that would come from the driver when he made it to his location. Would there be another bad report?

There he was again--anticipating the drop of the sadistic shoe overhead. An ant's mentality. As an ant, this world he was chained to was nothing but disappointment.

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