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I Laugh Like Me Again... She Laughs Like You - Part 5

Pairing: Azriel x Reader

Description: Azriel would give anything to hold you one more time.

Warnings: Violence, Torture, Gore (nothing too graphic)

Word Count: 4715

Notes: This took a while to write, I'm sorry about that but life has been kicking my ass. I really hope it makes enough sense because I've found I'm not very good at writing action scenes (but that's also not the main focus). Hope you enjoy!

Part 4 ○ Part 6

The moon was high in the sky, its pale light guiding your way through the forest. The air was strangely quiet, the leaves crunching beneath your feet were the only thing that could be heard between the trees. Even the wind was serene and no animal dared make a sound, as if sensing what was to come. The atmosphere allowed you to keep your composure, any incoming threats would be easier to detect like this. Unfortunately, so would your allies.

It's funny how so much can change in a matter of days. Before, when you were only a relatively low ranking member of the guild, walking through the dark woods as you are doing now would simply be the norm, whether you were on a mission or not, but, after everything you learned, not having Azriel and his shadows near you makes you feel off-kilter, like you can't protect him if he stands too far from you.

If it weren't for the millions of problems that keep piling on, you'd probably sit on this feeling, dissecting it until you realize how peculiar it actually is for you to feel so achingly connected to the shadowsinger who, even if had been your husband during a time of your life you've now forgotten, was essentially a stranger to you now. You've only really known him for about two weeks, not nearly enough time to be feeling like a part of you is missing.

You weren't used to worrying about anyone else at times like these. Even when your missions weren't solo, you didn't actually know your coworkers, much less cared if they survived or not. But now, you can't stop thinking about all the ways this could go wrong, of how Azriel and his family could get hurt because of you. You stayed up thinking about this all night, if this would all be truly worth it just to get your memories back, but had decided that you wanted to know what happened, no matter the cost, and knew that, as much as the Inner Circle was helping you recover your memories, not all their motives were altruistic. They all wanted revenge as much as you did.

All of you had planned this out meticulously, going down to every last detail and considering every possible outcome. Everyone was also extra careful on how to approach using you as bait. You expected it from Azriel - he's been protective of you ever since you stepped foot into his High Lord's home - but seeing the rest of them so worried about you made you want to recover your memories that much more. You want to remember these people, want to know how they all, especially Azriel, came to care for you, so much so that even death didn't stop those feelings.

There had been other plans brought up, ones that didn't involve putting you in such a risky situation, but it was soon decided that the only way to get to Norris would be to show up alone. If he so much as caught a glimpse of anyone else, you know he would simply run and if he truly put his guard up and went into hiding, finding him would be nearly impossible even with Azriel's spies and shadows at his disposal, he hadn't found you after all.

The tree you were looking for comes into view as you get lost in your thoughts, the magic traces left behind on its bark unmistakably familiar. The guild has used this system for as long as you've been a part of it. Every important meeting with your handler had taken place next to any object or area marked with this exact faint magic, enough for the attuned eye to pick up on but not so strong that anyone else might come across them and meddle where they're not welcomed.

You don't have to wait by the marked tree for long before an imposing figure appears beside you. He had probably been watching you for as long as you've winnowed into the edge of the treeline, keeping his eyes on you as you walked to the meeting place. The air shifts, the wind picking up slightly as if sensing the tension threatening to form in your body.

Turning around as casually as possible, you face your former handler, the male you thought had saved your life but you've now learned did quite the opposite. Not that there had been any particularly fond feelings between you and him, but it still hurts to know how easily the male manipulated you and turned your entire life around with no remorse.

He was mostly covered with a black hood, only a bit of his face being visible through the shadow it cast, enough to meet his eyes. You've only seen him without it a few times, you know that dark brown hair lays under the hood and a few scars adorn his face. Truthfully, you're not even sure if this isn't some intricate glamour. Nothing that comes from this male should be trusted.

His form gives nothing away, no nerves or suspicions, but his brown eyes rake over your body, searching for something. Since he thinks you've just crawled out of a cell or worse, he's probably looking for any signs of injury, or that you've betrayed him and the guild. It's best you don't let him find anything that tells him otherwise.

“Norris,” you greet him as you would any other time, nodding once at him with a passive expression.

He crosses his arms and meets your eyes when he hears your voice. His eyes dart over the forest around you as if he knew Azriel would be lurking in the shadows. His self assured expression doesn't help with your nerves. Norris always seems like he's three steps ahead, and more often than not he was actually four.

“I didn't think I'd see you again,” he finally speaks up.

“I thought so too.”

Norris hums in response. You're not sure if he believes you or not, but short and distant answers are the norm for him. Either way, you need to stick to the plan, there's no turning back now. “How did you escape the Night Court?”

“They thought I was someone else, someone they used to know,” you start, trying to convey some of the confusion you'd experienced the first time they told you who you were. He knows you well enough to expect you to have some trouble maintaining the same level of apathy he so easily displays, he'd warned you multiple times to act more like an assassin and not let your emotions get the best of you. “It eventually led to a fight between the High Lord and his Spymaster. They couldn't agree on what to do with me from what I heard. I managed to escape in the chaos.”

You stop for a second, licking your lips. You decided not to completely lie to him so it would be more believable, this version of events could have come true had you not trusted Azriel, had your feelings not been so suffocating and confusing.

“I waited for a while before contacting you, to make sure they didn't come looking for me,” you continue eventually, the fact that he isn't asking more questions makes your heart pick up ever so slightly.

He turns his head to the side, a faint smirk playing at his lips. You resist the urge to clench your sweaty palms, not wanting to let him see through you. “Who did they think you were?”

“The Spymaster's former wife,” you admitted, hoping you sounded as detached as possible.

“And what do you think about it?”

“What?”

“Do you believe them?” You didn't expect him to ask you outright. It would make more sense for him to try to cover it up, stopping any doubts you might have had before they grew.

“Of course not. I've never been married,” the lie tastes wrong on your tongue but you make sure not to let any of it translate into your body language or your voice. Which is why you're so caught off guard by his next words. “I think you're lying to me.”

Norris turns you around and grabs you to him before you have a chance to react, pulling you flush against his chest and pressing a dagger to your neck, power rumbling under his skin, raising the hairs on the back of your neck at its intensity. This isn't that surprising to you since you were more than aware of how much faster and stronger he was, and that tricking him would be extremely hard, but this means you need to move to plan B. And you were really hoping you could avoid a direct conflict like this.

Azriel is the first one to show himself, emerging from the shadows with deadly calm, hazel eyes never straying from Norris as his hand hovers Truth Teller. As much as you try to keep calm and not give anything away, you know Norris can feel you tense up and hear your heartbeat picking up when you see the shadowsinger walking straight into danger.

You feel another presence behind you, Morrigan, followed by Cassian and Amren on each side. The sisters had stayed behind, despite their many protests. In case anything happened, Velaris needed its High Lady and the Valkyries at least. You also know this is a personal matter for the fae present, you had been their friend and been ripped away from their lives by the male currently holding you at knife point, threatening to end your life once again, for good this time.

They all start walking slowly to you, effectively forming a circle around the two of you, getting ready to attack if Norris hurts you or tries to run. He appeared as calm as if he had just been caught on a night stroll, his heartbeat never rising in tempo against your back even under Azriel's chilling stare. He had been expecting your betrayal, and had been ready for them.

You could feel the fury in the air, could see it written in Azriel's eyes as he studied every single one of Norris' movements. You had been worried that he wouldn't be able to keep his composure since he was against this plan from the start, in fear of this exact situation coming true. But he seemed completely focused, not even risking looking at you too long in case he'd get distracted. This made you relax ever so slightly. You'd planned out for this situation and even if you ended up hurt or worse, you know Azriel won't let Norris go unharmed. You would get your revenge one way or another, you just hoped you could spare the male in front of you any more pain.

Rhysand winnows in next to Azriel moments later, darkness clinging to him as he takes a few steps closer to you nonchalantly. Talons scratching your mental walls before checking in on you. All according to plan.

“I would say it's a pleasure to meet you but even I can't spin a lie so effortlessly,” he starts, arrogance dripping in every word. You'd never admit it, much less to him, but Rhysand was every bit the perfect High Lord, especially at times like these. It showed in the way he carried himself down to the seemingly bottomless pit of power at his disposal. No matter how strong Norris is, anyone with even a little of self preservation would think twice on how to handle him.

“I came prepared for your little tricks, High Lord.”

You frown at his words, confusion settling over you before you realize what it meant. Rhysand must have tried getting inside his mind as soon as he appeared. Norris had expected him to, had put up walls to ensure it didn't happen. This would only make things harder.

“Skipping pleasantries, are we?” Rhysand's face gives nothing away, but as he drops said pleasantries, it gives way to some of the anger bubbling under the surface, the next words coming out in a serious tone. “You're not walking out of here, Norris.”

“I wouldn't be so sure,” Norris says as he leans in closer to your ear, voice dropping to a whisper, “Did you think I would come on my own?”

A sinking feeling grows in your stomach as you watch dark figures manifesting all around you, far outnumbering your group. You recognize some of them, know their clothes and masks mean they're assassins from the guild.

A fight breaks out right before your eyes, causing you to struggle desperately for the first time in Norris' arms. He tries to keep you in place by letting the blade touch your skin as a warning, a few drops of blood escaping the small wound. You know he could easily kill you, but you're also aware that if he did the chances of him escaping would drop to zero. That's the only reason you're still breathing, so he can use you as a shield.

Your eyes were following Azriel's shadow covered form as he fought against multiple attackers, the feeling of helplessness rising with each clank of his sword. You can't stand there and wait any longer, so you grab the blade still positioned dangerously close to your throat and wrap your fingers around it tightly so it cuts your hand instead of your neck while swinging your elbow back to try to push off of Norris. Just as you expected, you weren't strong enough and he pulled the knife back from your grasp, intending to stab your stomach to stop you, but you had a new trick up your sleeve.

Azriel's shadows had moved to you as soon as Norris grabbed you, crawling up your legs discreetly in the dark of night, where they stayed waiting for your signal. And, as they tasted your blood in the air, they engulfed Norris, giving you enough room to push back and to elbow him a few more times, also letting off some of your power and finally being able to release yourself from his hold.

The shadows aren't enough to keep him away from you for long, the lack of visibility barely slowing him down as he attacks you before you even have the chance to take a breath. Luckily, your little helpers' singer rushes in, getting between you and deflecting Norris' strike. He hands you a sword so you can fight back with him and pushes back against Norris without wasting a single moment.

The three of you enter a match, barely being able to pay attention to what's happening around you, though you can tell everyone is in the same predicament. Even between you and Azriel, keeping up with Norris proves difficult, he's not only an exceedingly proficient fighter but he's also familiar with your attacks and style, making it easier for him to avoid your attacks and focus more on Azriel's.

The fight goes on for longer than you'd like. Even with your and Azriel's joint efforts, you had barely managed to wound Norris. The bastard was too strong and experienced, he was one of the guild's oldest assassins for a reason.

Suddenly the sickening scent of blood reaches your nostrils, in a concentration you haven't experienced before. It makes you falter in your movements, but luckily it has the same effect on Norris, leaving him open to Azriel's attacks, who seems undisturbed by it. You risk a glance behind you, but all you can see is the rest of the Inner Circle watching the battle, while the ground and their bodies, even the trees around them, are covered in blood. You're not exactly sure what happened, what they did to completely obliterate the assassins to a point not even their bodies were left, but you don't have more time to linger on this as Azriel finally manages to get a few good hits in, leaving Norris stumbling back away from him.

Rhysand is next to you in the blink of an eye, chest rising and falling as he catches his breath. You move to help Azriel, hoping to distract Norris enough for him to be able to infiltrate his mind. It doesn't take much longer before Norris finally drops unconscious at your feet, and you immediately let out a relieved breath. Azriel's shadows move to tie him up so he has no chance of escaping.

Your plan had always been to catch Norris off guard or wear him down enough so that Rhysand would be able to infiltrate his mind, successfully knocking him out so you could take him back to the Night Court for interrogation. And, as much as you'd planned for the possibility of him bringing backup, the assassins had made this harder to achieve. You all had been worn down more than expected, but, as you look around, you see no one seems to be gravely injured.

Cassian smiles and nods at you when he notices you eyeing the blood trickling down his shoulder, it wasn't too deep of a wound and the blood was already stopping from the looks of it. Azriel did tell you Illyrians heal faster than most fae. Speaking of, you feel scarred fingers wrap around your wrist as you give Cassian a tentative smile of your own.

Your focus is stolen by Azriel, your eyes finding his instantly as he holds up your hand carefully, examining the wound and the blood that had been smeared all around you during the fight. He's wearing a conflicted expression, pain visible in his eyes. You've found Azriel shoulders too much guilt, even when what happened wasn't his fault.

His other hand reaches out to touch your neck, where a small cut overlaps with the pronounced scar on your skin. He's been blaming himself for your death for over a century, he must have been terrified of not being able to stop it again, even if it was happening right in front of him.

“I'm alright, Azriel,” you smile up at him, hoping to calm him down, “This will be gone by tomorrow.”

“We need to take you to a healer.” You shake your head, not wanting to stay behind and leave them to deal with Norris by themselves. Gently prying Azriel's hands away from you, you go to tell him as much.

“He's right,” Morrigan interjects, “I can take you to Madja and she'll fix it for you in an instant. I can bring you back right after.”

“It's just my hand.” You don't understand why they're making such a big deal out of it. This wouldn't need a healer, aside from some discomfort it won't hinder you in any way. They all have small wounds of their own that they seem to be ignoring.

“You're hurt.” There's a finality in Azriel's tone that is starting to rub you the wrong way. You understand he's concerned, you've tried to be considerate of his complicated feelings ever since you found out you had been his wife and the tragic way in which he had lost you, but that doesn't mean he can order you around.

“Barely.” You try to keep your voice leveled, pointing at Norris' unconscious form still covered in shadows. “And this is a lot more important. I need to know what he did.”

“I'll tell you everything we find. You don't need to go with us.”

“What?” You can feel the confusion taking over your features. Azriel has been forthcoming with any and every bit of information, you don't understand why he's trying to keep you away now.

“It's best if you don't come to the dungeon. You don't need to see that,” he offers, his face becoming irritatingly blank, the mask you know he uses as the Night Court's Spymaster. This only makes your anger spike even faster.

“See what?,” you challenged, head tilting to the side, “Do you think I never tortured anyone?” Your voice rises with every word, annoyance taking over your body. “I know the female you married was much different from what I am now, and I don't know if she let you order her around like this, but I'm not her.”

“I'm not ordering you-” Azriel's face falls at your words but you're too far gone to even try to interpret what it's written in his eyes, to even listen to what he has to say.

“It sure sounds like you are.”

Rhysand stands between you two before the argument can escalate further. “This is not the time to be fighting. We need to take him to a safe place before he regains conscience. I can only keep him down for so long.” He eyes Azriel for a moment, studying his features as some sort of understanding takes over his own. “Mor will take you to a healer,” he holds up a hand as you open your mouth to argue back, “It will only take a moment and then you can meet us in the dungeon. We won't start without you. I promise.”

By the expression on his face and authority behind his words, you know trying to argue with the High Lord won't take you anywhere right now. He's too used to calling all the shots and you can't change his mind in a matter of minutes, not when there's a much more pressing situation on your hands. You need to choose your battles.

You simply turn to Morrigan, ignoring the hazel eyes staring straight into your soul. “Take me to your healer then. The sooner I get this done the better.” She nods at you, extending her hand as she winnows you both back to Velaris.

The adrenaline of the fight started wearing off as the healer, Madja, worked on your hand, stitching skin back together with expert ease. As much as it had annoyed you to be sent to the infirmary, you could admit the pain had been worse than you expected as your body calmed down. It still wouldn't have been much of a problem to warrant that amount of concern.

Morrigan simply watches as the old fae works on you. She tried to talk to you about Azriel but you pushed her away, not wanting to hear any explanations from her. He's old enough to speak for himself, and you'll probably be eager to hear what he has to say after this whole situation is worked out. Right now, you only want to go back to where they're holding Norris so you can finally understand what he did to you and hopefully learn how to fix it.

Just as Madja is wrapping your hand in a white bandage, keeping the strong smelling ointment she spread in place, the healer speaks up for what feels like the first time tonight. “That boy loves you more than anything. Give him a chance to explain. I'm sure he never meant to hurt you,” she finishes as she pats your hand softly. “All done.”

Her words give you pause. It does make you wonder how obvious your and Azriel's love had been that everyone seems to have no doubt in their minds that he would do anything for you. He seems to be very private in his affairs, especially personal ones. It also makes you curious if you'd known her before, it's more than likely since she's the Inner Circle's healer. You push those thoughts away, knowing you wouldn't ask the old healer about your relationship before anyway. You were so close to getting your memories, you needed to focus on that.

“Thank you.” She gives you one more smile before gathering her things, making you stand up and rush to Morrigan, who has a somewhat nostalgic and understanding smile on her face. She holds onto your shoulder before you even have the chance to say anything, knowing what your next words were going to be.

As soon as you winnow in, you understand why they called this place a dungeon. There really was no other way to describe the dark, stone covered space. The air was thick with humidity and blood, the kind you know has lingered for centuries and will never be completely washed out. You have to blink a few times to let your eyes adjust to the dim lighting, it was truly close to pitch black inside, the perfect environment to torment someone in, especially when you're the shadowsinger.

You never let your eyes meet Azriel's when you walk in, even as he turned to you, only allowing yourself to focus on your former handler, heavy chains on each of his wrists as he stood on his knees in the middle of a cell. He was already awake, it seems they did start without you. Rhysand speaks into your mind, sensing the incoming protest. He woke up sooner than we expected. He's been trained for this.

A sigh almost escapes you. Norris was trained for every possibility, this was going to be a gruesome session. As much as you were arguing with Azriel to stay, the truth is this is not something you ever enjoyed. So many in the guild did this sort of thing for pleasure but you only ever tortured anyone when it was strictly necessary and they had truly done something awful to warrant it. You can only hope it at least gives you the information you've been searching for and the freedom you never even dared to dream about.

“I almost thought you weren't going to show your face again.” It's infuriating how unaffected Norris sounds even though his blood already stains Azriel's favorite dagger.

“Wouldn't miss this show for the world,” you admit. He was one of the few individuals you believed deserved this and much worse, for all he has done to not only you but so many others. You're almost certain your conscience won't bother you for this.

Up until tonight your feelings for him were passive. You never particularly liked him, but you always felt obligated to show him respect as your superior, there were also less than ideal consequences if you let your true feelings show. Still, there had been some small, stupid hope that he didn't really do all those awful things to you. He trained you and taught you a lot, knowledge that you know has helped you in a lot of bad situations, that has kept you alive through them, and will continue to do so in the future.

A sickening smirk overtakes his face at your response. “I always liked you better when you acted like one of us.” Fury and shame travels across your body, but Azriel moves before you get the chance to, slashing his blade across Norris' chest, a sharp noise of pain escaping him. The gesture almost makes you smile, as twisted as that may sound.

“You'd do well to watch your mouth. My Spymaster doesn't take well to disrespect,” Rhysand's voice sounds different, arrogant but nothing short of furious.

“Still hung up on her? Since you stopped searching I thought you found yourself a new shiny toy.” Azriel's fist connects with Norris' jaw as he gets the last words out, a laugh escaping him despite the flow of blood rushing through his teeth for being able to rattle the shadowsinger.

You decide to step in, not wanting to let Azriel speak or act for you when you're more than capable of doing it yourself. And knowing how much he blames himself for your situation, for stopping his search when you were alive all this time. You'd be damned if you let Norris hurt him in any way. He's done more than enough.

“So you admit you were the one who found me.” You walk until you're standing over Norris' beaten body, right next to Azriel, close enough he has to adjust his wings not to touch you.

“Of course, you were one of my finest projects.” You let out an acknowledging hum, temperature dropping around you as your icy power rose to your fingertips. The pain would be a lot worse if you kept his body temperature down, you want his whole body to ache. This was going to be a long night, thankfully hurting Norris was nothing short of enjoyable.

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misc-obeyme · 9 months

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resending just in case the first didnt send due to my wifi cutting off right as i sent it 🙄:

how would the brothers react to an mc who comes from a family where twins, triplets, quadruplets n other sets of multiples are common ? like, their mother is a twin, their father is a triplet, most of their siblings are twins or triplets, the mc even has a twin themselves

i just wanna see how the brothers react to visiting the mcs family n seeing 9 different ppl have look the same cause theres 3 separate sets of triplets in the family

Hi there!

I did get your previous ask, but I decided to answer this one, so I will just delete the other one :)

Okay, this was certainly interesting to think about and the consensus is mostly that they're all confused lol.

Thanks for the request!

the brothers react to GN!MC having a family full of twins, triplets, etc

Warnings: none!

Lucifer

Great. There are more of you. Just how many of you are there, MC? Are these your clones? It must be some magic spell gone wrong. That's the only explanation.

Lucifer demands answers. Explain what is going on. Once you've told him about all the twins and triplets in your family, he's trying to figure out how this is even possible. He always thought such things were rare, but here you all are.

He tries to keep everybody's name straight, but he messes up sometimes. It's not from lack of trying. Actually keeps a little notebook with a list of everybody's name in an attempt to keep track of them. This doesn't really work all that well when everyone looks the same, though.

He never confuses you for one of your family members. No, he knows which one of you belongs to him.

Mammon

He is immediately flustered. How is he supposed to act around all these slightly different versions of you? They all remind him of you, but they're not quite you and he's so confused.

Since we all know he has feelings for you, being around so many people that look like you makes him nervous. He has to try even harder not to give himself away. Pretty much just constantly blushing.

Please stay by his side, MC. He doesn't want to lose track of ya. Not that he would ever mistake anyone else for you, but it's just hard for him to find you again if you go too far.

Mammon likes your family just fine, but being around them all is kiiiind of stressful. Doesn't remember anyone's name. Uses yours almost every time even though he knows he's not talking to you. It just comes out, he can't help it!

Leviathan

Oh! This is just like that one manga called Everyone In My Family is a Twin or Triplet So I Moved Far Away Where No One Would Recognize Me and Ended Up Falling in Love with a Demon Lord! That's almost your exact scenario, MC! You're living a real life manga storyline!

He's not too terrible at remembering who is who, but he's not really great at it, either. He certainly never gets you confused with anybody, but everybody else kind of blends together a bit.

If you've got any family members that have similar interests to him, Levi will get all their names correct every time. This helps him to keep everybody else straight, too.

He's fascinated by your family of look-a-likes, but he definitely thinks you're the best version. He might try to actually say that to you, too, but he's going to be blushing like crazy while he does.

Satan

He's never seen this many twins, triplets, and quadruplets before. He's going to ask a ton of questions. He wants to know how this is even possible. -Tell him you understand the science behind it, MC, because it's fascinating. If you don't know the specifics of how the genetics of such things work, he's going to read a bunch of books about it as soon as he gets home.

He gets everybody's name right. He never mixes anybody up or confuses anybody for anybody else. How he manages to do this is a mystery to everyone, even you. It likely has to do with his ability to retain details.

Since he's capable of keeping everybody straight, your family loves him. It's nice to finally have someone who doesn't get you all confused all the time. He's a little baffled because to him it's not a big deal.

Asmodeus

He has so many ideas. Please, he just has to have a fashion show or photo shoot with all your lovely family members! He's always wanted a crew of models that are just as lovely as you!

Another one who never gets anybody mixed up. Asmo is able to do this because he's a social butterfly and somehow connects everyone's appearance to their qualities and interests. He's just good at it, you know?

He wants to do everybody's hair and paint everybody's nails and any one of your family members who agree will find themselves looking fabulous in no time.

But don't worry. He will make sure to pay extra special attention to you. He's in love with your entire family, of course. How could he not be especially when they all look like you? But you'll always be his favorite, MC.

Beelzebub

Hey. You have a twin, too? Do you guys have twin telepathy like him and Belphie? He's going to have a lot of questions for your twin specifically because he knows what it's like to be one.

Of course, he doesn't look exactly like his twin and that part's a little confusing. Also, MC, do you realize that all of your family members look the same? What's going on with that?

You'll have to explain who is twins, triplets, or quadruplets with who. He'll try to keep them all straight, he really will. But his success rate is kinda low. Gets most of them mixed up with each other.

He never gets you or your twin mixed up with anyone else, though. He gets that, so it's easier for him to understand. Thinks of your twin as "MC's Belphie" forever after.

Belphegor

Okay. He obviously knows about the twin life, but this is kinda overdoing it, don't you think? He knows your family isn't like this on purpose (at least he doesn't think so), but wow. It's kinda chaotic.

Surprisingly good at keeping everybody straight. He doesn't try too hard and he still messes up, but he's better at it than some of the others.

He also wants to know if you have twin telepathy. What about the triplets and quadruplets? Do they have it, too? He imagines that having quadruplet telepathy would be pretty noisy.

In the end, he likes your family fine, but he prefers you. Content to just sit beside you while you interact with your many family members. Probably falls asleep on your shoulder as you do so. Sorry, MC, but your family kinda tires him out.

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gimmethosedaddymilkers · 1 year

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More Arthur Morgan Headcannons

You guys really liked the Arthur Morgan headcannons last time (over 200 notes!) so I’m just gonna write some more out of the top of my head because why not?

Don’t forget to check out my newest 18+ NSFW excerpt from my rdr2 fanfic. It’s not for everyone, it’s an original character instead of an insert, but it’s on my page if you’re interested!

Anyway, headcannons are under the cut!

Arthur Morgan is a man who will beat himself up. No matter how small the issue, no matter what it was, maybe it wasn’t even his fault, but he’ll make himself believe that it was in fact his fault.

You tripped?

His fault. He was distracting you.

You sneezed?

Yep, his fault, he must have brought a cold to camp, and he kissed you, his fault.

No matter what, some small, tiny little inconvenience, if he can link it back to himself, he will and he will blame himself.

You have to convince him it isn’t his fault, and after a lot of talking eventually he will cave and say: “Well, maybe it ain’t my fault...” and then you have to do just a little bit more convincing because then he’s gonna ask repeatedly: “Can I do somethin’ to help you at least?”

Arthur is also a man who does literally everything in his power to irritate/ rile you up. It’s hilarious to him. When nothing has happened and he isn’t busy trying to sit there and blame himself, he’s actually really loose and fun.

He loves to see you beet red in the face, and watching you get mad is funny enough he almost pissed himself once. He couldn’t remember the last time he laughed that hard.

Hell you made him laugh so hard one time that he actually physically fell backwards on his ass, and while under normal circumstances he would have been embarrassed, he couldn’t even care that there was mud on his pants, not when he couldn’t breathe between chuckles.

Arthur refuses to show you his Journal, he also refuses to show you what’s in his satchel. He’s easily embarrassed by the fact that he draws you all the time, and he’s afraid that he doesn’t do you justice. He feels like there’s no way in hell he could ever properly draw you out, and he doesn’t want you to see his ‘awful attempt’ at trying to show what he sees.

He knows you’re absolutely fantastic, beautiful, gorgeous, handsome, whatever you’d like to be called. He loves you to no ends, but he feels like he just can’t ever get the perfect look.

It never measures up to what he sees in his head, and he doesn’t want you to see it until he can get it just right.

You’ve seen a few sketches, on accident, you weren’t snooping, he left it open on the table next to his cot.

He made you look absolutely stunning. Every little detail he captured was just down to the T.

You didn’t know what to do, you decided it was best not to say anything, but the fact that Arthur saw you like that made you tear up every time you thought about it.

Every once in a while you call Arthur “Mr. Morgan.” and he thinks that he’s upset you, and in reality he hasn’t done anything at all, you just think it’s funny to call him that rather than Arthur, or Art, or Arty, or any of the other various nicknames for him, because he’ll push out that bottom lip of his and furrow his brow as he tries to figure out what he did earlier.

Though then you have to reassure him he didn’t do anything wrong, and then he’ll probably call you an ass before giving you a kiss.

Arthur’s favorite color, other than blue obviously, is actually red, he doesn’t know why, he hates dealing with blood, despite the fact that it’s on him more often than not, so it doesn’t make much sense to him as to why he’s so attracted to that deep maroon, but if you ask him what it is he’ll tell you both blue and red.

Though he thinks that’s a stupid question.

His least favorite chore around camp is chopping wood. His back hurts, he rides a horse all day and he doesn’t have any back support, nothing for his lumbar, so chopping wood would, you think, crack his back, however it cracks it in the worse possible way.

Sometimes its so bad that if he chops wood and just cracks his back the wrong way then he has to lay in his bed for a day or two, it’s too hurtful to move.

Arthur braids your hair, he doesn’t think about it, it just happens, he gets bored and your hair is right there, and before you know it your hair is braided and the only reason it’s done so well is because he braids his horse’s tail.

Sometimes you braid his, when he lets it grow long enough. He feels like it looks stupid, but you think it looks sweet.

You put it up in a ponytail sometimes too, and again, he thinks it looks stupid and hates the way he looks with it, but you think he looks wonderful, and you do your best to try and convince him to keep it up like that.

Sometimes, if you’re lucky he will.

Not only that, but Arthur sometimes cuts his hair short and grows his beard long, you’ll braid his beard and he looks like a Viking. You think it’s hot as hell.

He does like this look better, and he will keep it for a long while, sometimes you can even convince him to grow out his hair longer too to complete the Viking look.

When he looks like that, you boost his confidence with all the compliments you give him. Though to be fair you give him a bunch of compliments anyway.

Arthur loves sleep.

As much as he is awake and running around.

He’d sleep all day if he could, sleep all day, all night, and literally do anything he could to just sleep. Doesn’t matter where he is, how uncomfortable the spot was, no matter what, he would do his best to nap.

You love to see him nap, or sleep, it’s so attractive to see him sleep on his stomach, his hair all tousled and his arms under his head.

He’s especially cute when he’s hardly awake and can barely speak.

“Arthur, are you awake?”

“Mhm...’m up.”

“Are you really?”

“Mhm.”

“What are you doing today?”

“Hmh?” He shrugs.

He’ll look at you with half lidded eyes and a partially open mouth, trying to decipher what you’re telling him, but he’s not awake enough to fully comprehend what it is you’re trying to get him to understand.

Sometimes you’ll see him napping against a rock or tree in camp, and sit next to him, lucky enough that he doesn’t wake up, and you’ll lean against him and take a nap there with him.

Usually by the time you wake up he’s managed to wrap his arms around you and pulled you into his lap.

He snores too.

Only sometimes, not all the time, but sometimes, usually on a day that he’s been running around, the days he’s been lounging around he doesn’t snore too much.

When he does snore, it’s not too loud, but it can be annoying, but you’ve gotten so used to it that you just listen to it to fall asleep at this point.

When you try to tell him he snores he doesn’t believe you and claims that you do, but you can tell by the red in his face that he does believe you.

#rdr2 #rdr2 community #Rdr2 Headcannons #Rdr2 drabble #arthur morgan #arthur morgan x reader #Arthur Morgan drabble #Red Dead Redemption 2 #red dead redemption 2 drabble

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shirohige-pirates · 2 months

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Hey Doll

CisFem Reader x Thatch

CW: toxic parents, manipulation, The Plan™, smut, mdni, I'll add as we go I'm kind of fly by the seat of my pants on this one.

Summary: For as long as you can remember, there has always been The Plan™. Every part of your life is controlled by it, and you do your best to fill the role set upon your shoulders. When you finally receive your Matchbook, and your parents' joy, you feel relief.

But as The Plan™ continues, you struggle with staying the perfect little doll.

Note: This story takes place in the same AU as Some Direction, where the new world government has implemented a match program in response to declining marriage and birth rates.

Chapter 1: Dolled Up

There was nothing.

No, that was wrong, there was everything. The world moved around you, and you moved within it, but there wasn’t a connection. You stood a part from the world around you, comprehending it as a separate space, and reacting to it only when moved to do so.

Maybe it was more correct to say the world moved you. A prompt from your mother, a word from your father, a smile from a stranger. The world carried variables along the lines of time and place and when those items collided with you, you’d react.

You were. Weren’t. No, even less than that.

You were nothing.

No, that was wrong too. You were everything, at least as far as The Plan was concerned. You were the primary piece of it. The keystone in a manner of speaking. No matter how well everything else was done, if you didn’t play your part flawlessly it would all crumble to dust.

Your only struggle, brief and weak and worthless as it was, was whether or not you wanted The Plan to fail. Sometimes you felt you did. If The Plan failed you would be free from it. Free from it, but would you be free?

An unanswerable question. By fate or will, you lacked the knowledge to figure that part out. Would you be free in jail? You’d be free of your parents, free of your part to play in The Plan, certainly, but you wouldn’t be free to live as you pleased.

How did you please to live?

If you couldn’t sort that much out, then there was no reason to fight against the external wills that compelled you. Moved you. Motioned for you. The will of your mother and father who sought to thread you effortlessly through the steps of their decades long plan.

The Plan.

The two words trickled more emotion through your face than anything else, and the slight twitch in your features was unnoticed by those around you. Your mother spoke to you and you smiled, catching up on the conversation and responding with all the words she approved of. Your father called you over and you spoke well-practiced verses and emotions to the people around him about your hopes and dreams.

Your face moved into the smiles you knew they liked, the ones that left everyone at ease, even if there was no easiness in your own heart.

Everything was for The Plan. Your hobbies, your grades, your manners, your clothes. The way your hair was cut and styled, the kind of makeup you applied in the morning, it was all decided by someone else. Ever under the pretense of wanting to make sure you were paired with the best possible match when the time came.

Years ago the world changed. The details didn’t matter to you, it was irrelevant to The Plan. The important part was that the world needed more people in it, and to that end the World Government had enacted the Match Program.

The Match Program was a comprehensive review of the populace and citizens, on an island by island, and sea by sea basis. Not only was it meant to help recover the population, but it was intended to do so as kindly as possible for everyone involved. Matches were based on a staggering number of criteria, and then Match Books were hand delivered to people who had been matched by the program and its overseers.

There were other aspects to the program, like the Early Match Program, and Rematching in certain cases. The overall success rate was surprisingly high, and Rematches were rare, both in how often they were requested, and how often they were approved.

It hadn’t taken long for the population to adjust to the entire concept, with some people finding relief in the process. What fear or worry was there to be had in being provided the love of your life? How much easier was the very concept of marriage and family when there was a comprehensive and objectively successful process already in place?

At one point in your life you had wondered if you would’ve been raised differently if not for the Match Program.

You don’t doubt that you would’ve been pulled into some role or another based on your parents whims, but maybe more of who you were would’ve survived. Or at least dared to exist in the first place. Would you have enjoyed dancing if you had learned it differently? Would you find solace in art if your strokes and paints hadn’t been decided for you?

Maybe you would know more than just what you enjoyed. Maybe you would know how to start a conversation, instead of simply being invited into one. Maybe you would know how to speak about yourself because you’d know the parts of you that were important to you.

Maybe you would know how to smile your own smile.

How to choose your own clothes.

The pastel colors matched perfectly, the hues shifting and accenting based on the most popular trends. There was lace, but not so much as to seem over stated, there was silk, or the shift of it. No expense was spared in curating the smallest detail of your outfits, even how the folds would settle against your legs when you sat down.

You never wondered what to do with your hands, because their location was as predetermined and controlled as anything else about you. Folded neatly, holding your clutch when needed, by your sides with your elbows bent just so, or shyly behind your hips, just a little. Not enough to push your chest into the forefront, at least not too much.

You must be a sight to see, and not unsightly.

Everything on the proper side of civility and femininity. Not a grain of coarseness in your voice, a laugh made of notes and bells, but nothing loud or out of control. Your voice must be much the same, clear and firm but not commanding or demanding. You are to be pleasant and deferential. Debate is not for a good and proper young lady.

You are a trophy to be awarded. A great gift to be won. A flawless saint upon which any good - read, wealthy - man would be completely delighted by.

Knowledge and skills enough to be engaging and useful, but opinions muted enough to not ruffle the feathers of your suitors, and suitors you had.

The World Government Match program was not fully and completely objective. There were certain tiers of quality within the program itself. Whether they existed in truth, or were simply avenues of manipulation available to your parents, you couldn’t honestly say, but unlike most ladies your age, you did indeed have suitors.

Not that your mother or father intended to see you hand in hand with any of them. Well enough to do to be worth the time and kindness of your family, but not in a position to satisfy their desires and hopes for you.

That was where your father’s friend came into play. You knew nothing about him, save his importance in The Plan. So long as you played your part well, he could play his part to greater effect. If you were good enough, flawless enough, gentle and kind and wise and demure and malleable enough - if there was nothing left of whoever you were meant to be, then it would be a success.

You played your part so well that when your Match Book showed up, the man delivering it handed it to your father.

#x reader #reader insert #thatch one piece #modern au #Hey Doll #mdni #happy early birthday to Thatch #hopefully I can get chapter 2 up for his actual birthday day

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child-of-the-nights · 1 year

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Celebrating Christmas With the Volturi Kings

A/N: I am writing this as I enjoy my dinner on Christmas Eve. Merry Christmas everyone! (I would also like to note that I was heavily inspired by the posts of @volterran-wine.)

Warnings: None

Reader Is Gender Neutral~

Aro Volturi:

Aro is probably the most excited out of the kings. Why? Because he loves giving gifts to his family. And since his mate is celebrating Christmas with them, this is an opportunity to spoil them rotten.

The king spends a fair part of the day getting the gifts ready. Don't get me wrong, he could absolutely ask anyone to do it for him but he believes it's more personal to do it himself.

His ability surely helps him in deciding what to get. Don't forget that vampires can remember everything, so he definitely remembers all of his mate's thoughts. They looked at something on amazon and thought "Wow, I really want this.", then saved it and totally forgot about it later? Don't worry, Aro has got them covered. He already bought it and wrote them the most detailed love letter ever.

Now, Aro really wants to have a day off but if something urgent happens, he has to be away. Thankfully it's quite rare that he has work on Christmas.

So, when he has time, he takes his mate out. Whether they want to go to a luxurious restaurant, ice skating or just having fun in the snow, he will spend every minute with them. Although, he would prefer if they chose an activity that won't really make him seem unprofessional. He has a reputation to keep up after all.

Once the two of them get back from their date, he gathers the entire family and sits them down around a Christmas tree. He either lets Marcus play on the piano as the the rest of the family listens or invites him to chat with them (usually both).

As everyone probably guessed it, Aro invites his mate to a dance. Not just them, in fact, but the entire family. He would also love if his mate danced with the others as well. Nothing makes him happier than seeing them getting along with his family.

After the chatting and dancing, everyone starts giving gifts. The rest of the night is filled with laughs and smiles as everyone talks about the gifts they got.

Caius Volturi:

Caius is the type of person who just goes along with everyone's plans during Christmas. He loves being with his loved ones but doesn't necessarily enjoy having to buy gifts.

Don't get me wrong, he absolutely loves to give his mate anything they would like. What Caius likes about Christmas, however, is the fact that he gets to be vulnerable with his family for an entire night. Christmas is about the warmth of love for him, not about competing who bought the most expensive gift.

So he would most likely want to relax in the castle with his mate (and possibly some members of the family). He wouldn't say no to others joining but if his mate would like to be alone with him, he's totally fine with that.

Caius would tell them stories of how his family celebrated Christmas in the past. He even shows them paintings he's done about various celebrations throughout history.

I think he would quite enjoy watching a Christmas movie with his mate. Especially if it is about the importance of family and friends.

As Caius is usually on the go, Christmas time is when he can relax. Or at least what he calls relaxing. His plans usually get thrown out the window as soon as he can hear Aro's voice in the distance though. His mate should be ready to get dragged somewhere; I heard that Volterra looks quite nice with Christmas lights.

Once everyone is back in the castle, Caius can finally enjoy Christmas as he wants to. While Marcus plays on the piano, he slides over to his mate and takes their hand in his. When Marcus finishes, he turns to them and gives them a kiss.

Caius gifts his mate a new Christmas painting portraying the family, including them. This is his way of officially inviting them to be a part of his family.

Marcus Volturi:

Much like Caius, Marcus enjoys being with his family rather than giving gifts.

I feel like he would spend a part of the day away from his mate to honor Didyme. Maybe he goes to her memorial and pays his respect.

After that though, he joins his mate in their Christmas activities. He would appreciate activities around the castle rather than having to go out.

When he gets to be alone with them, he introduces the family's traditions to the mate. He talks about how he always plays a few pieces on the piano while the rest of the family listens; and he gives them a warning about Aro's habit of dancing with everyone.

He asks their mate how they celebrate Christmas. Whether they like a big event or just a small one with only their close relatives and friends?Their favorite songs that get them into the holiday mood? Do they have (or had if they were already turned into a vampire) a traditional food they eat on Christmas?

Marcus just really loves when his mate talks about small things that bring them joy. Like small traditions they find nostalgic. It reminds him of someone.

If his mate tries to ask what he will play that night, he just gives them a small smile and shakes his head.

Once the night falls and the family gathers, Marcus begins his performance. His mate might just recognize a few of their favorite pieces being amongst the ones he plays. However, there is a song that wasn't heard by anyone yet but him. He specifically wrote it for his mate or rather how they made him feel. That song made most of the family tear up.

After the celebration is done and they have retreated to their quarters, Marcus asks their opinion on that night and if they liked the song.

#the volturi #the volturi kings #the volturi x reader #aro volturi x reader #caius volturi x reader #marcus volturi x reader #the volturi kings x reader #aro volturi headcanon #caius volturi headcanon #marcus volturi headcanon #aro volturi #caius volturi #marcus volturi

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silurisanguine · 1 month

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15 lines of Dialogue game

As ive been away for the weekend, not sure if anyone tagged me with this but saw it open tag so here we go. Tagging @vorchagirl @despicablediet and anyone who'd like to do it! 15 Lines of Dialogue Rules: Share 15 or fewer lines of dialogue from an OC, ideally lines that capture the character/personality/vibe of the OC. Bonus points for just using the dialogue without other details about the scene, but you're free to include those as well! Since i've written the most with Seren Jones, I shall pick her for this!

1 -"Maybe I am, but there isn’t anything left in this universe worth staying for. Whatever is in the next universe has to be better than this one Barrett, it has to. I can't bare to stay here any more, not without him, not when I could have done it so differently."

2 - "Cora… she was there, saw her dad die…She hated me, blamed me for not saving him. After the funeral, Lillian took her and that was the last I ever saw that wonderful twelve year old. I realised then I had no reason to stay in my universe as everything i loved had been taken from me. I hoped maybe another would give me a second chance. To fix things..to try again…

…That’s why I do this.”

3 - "I came here the first time with no preconception of what I’d find. I was in awe at the location, just as you are now. But what I learned here has guided my hand in relation to how I see the Artifacts, how I see Unity and the Starborn. Anyone who wants to complete the Artifact collection, needs to know the full story for themselves.”

4- "Now you see how dangerous this place is, and this is just the start. The Starborn Guardians here have lost all empathy, all compassion, their humanity in pursuit of their cause. They have nothing left in their existence except to stop anyone else reaching the Temple. …I sometimes wonder what is the point of their existence before I wipe them out of it for good.”

5 -”You washed them clean. I can say one good thing about Lillian in that she gave you the chance to do that. You’re not the same man, Sam.”

6 -”They makes me smile every time I come back here. But I’m not entirely alone, the fish there get a view unlike any other.” She pointed to the couple of little fish swimming in their tanks, sitting right at the edge of the massive view screen. “If you don’t mind taking care of them for me, they’ve been a good little crew, never complained once.”

7 - "I've never met you before. Until today I'd never met a single pirate here." That was the truth, if a little stretched Seren thought.

8 -"All this, this universe is a nightmare. I've been to so many variations and… You… everyone here is so different, so wrong. It’s like Unity decided to show me the worst outcome possible just to make me appreciate who I’d - what I’d lost.”

9 -"Neat trick, have to remember that next time I'm in a hell-hole universe."

10 -"Sorry, Sam, just picturing you over Vlad’s head brought on images of you in ballet tights and…yeah, sorry, I have too much imagination.”

11 - "Yes, justice, Delgado. See that’s behind most things I do now. In this case justice for those your fucking coloured coded Spacers have harmed- have murdered. It’s interesting really how far I got here without anyone realising who I really am... I wondered why no one noticed the SIN of my ship. Even Jess surprisingly. It was a gamble using it of course…But no one ever clocked that I was flying the Razorleaf."

12- “Until I knew for sure you felt the same way I did, I wasn’t sure how to really act around you. But now I know, expect more of this, Sam Coe.”

13 - “You know I would! I mean she called me darlin, you know that makes me melt.”

14 - "…He always said he was bad with words, yet he could say things that were like love poetry to me, that would dazzle me. He was so open with his feelings when he trusted you. Funny, absurd sometimes and he cared deeply and loved passionately. He was an amazing father and I-"

15 - "I've no idea. Being Starborn didn't exactly come with a manual."

#Seren Jones #15 lines of dialogue #Siluri writes #The Coemancer Crew #Starfield OC

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multifandomsw · 2 years

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Chris Evans x Reader

warnings: angst, amnesia, loneliness

Maybe you should’ve told him, maybe you should’ve given him the opportunity to remember you again, but you couldn’t.

It seemed so unlikely.

That was why you had never even thought of the possibility of it happening.

You had once watched a movie about it, a movie that shred your heart into pieces, that made you sob on your couch late at night. A movie worthy to tell all your friends about, even him, and recommend it.

That movie, as heartbreaking as it was, did not prepare you for what you were feeling right now, could not prepare you for this feeling of emptiness.

The feeling of losing the person you love.

Or maybe even worse; losing the person you have never even told you loved.

It was as someone had ripped your heart out of your chest, leaving nothing but a hole that could not be fixed.

Not anymore, now that you had lost the one person who might have been able to.

Because he was the reason for it.

It was in no way his fault, or yours, or the other driver’s fault. They both were at the wrong time in the wrong place.

Your best friend wasn’t dead, only minor injuries. He was lucky, but his head got hit in the process.

And because of it, all the memories he had of you disappeared.

You still couldn’t believe it, couldn’t describe the way you felt when his mother told you that he couldn’t remember you, only you. Why did he remember everyone but you?

Maybe it was selfish, unfair of you, to make that decision alone.

But you couldn’t help it, maybe he was really meant to forget you. His acting career was at its peek and you only stood in the way.

He was stressed, between filming and still having to find time to meet you, his best friend.

On top of that, having to keep your friendship secret, because he did not, under any circumstances, wanted the media to attack you, to target you.

The bags under his eyes had not disappeared for weeks, he always told you that he wanted to see you, but it seemed as he felt obligated to meet you, to maintain your friendship, as he was the only person left in your life.

You were utterly lonely; you had no contact with your family and never had many friends. Besides working in your own small café, where you got to know Chris, you didn’t have many social contacts.

You were sure he had pitied you that day, when you had just opened your café, but no one came.

He had walked by on accident, seeing you in the middle of the newly opened store, head hung low and deciding whether to go back to your boring office shop-

When he walked in your life had changed for the better.

But this could be a sign that he had to step out of your life again, as beautiful the experience of having a best friend was, of falling in love was.

And maybe you were a bit selfish, too. Because you couldn’t bare seeing him, couldn’t bare seeing that empty look in his eyes, couldn’t bare to see the man you love not recognize you.

And as hard as it was, you begged everyone who knew of you not to tell him anything, to delete any photos, any trace that you had once existed in his life.

He didn’t need you as much as you needed him, didn’t depend on you like you did on him.

Maybe you had always been right.

Being alone was better than losing the one you loved.

Chris couldn’t explain it, he had talked to multiple people about it but no one understood him, not even his therapists.

It was like ever since that car accident one year ago, something of him was missing.

Something in his life was missing that was making him incredibly happy, maybe even the purpose of his life.

As of lately, he had questioned so many things in his life. Why had he not settled down yet, why didn’t he feel any attraction towards anyone, why was he just so sad and lonely?

Why did it feel like half of his heart was missing?

The doctors had told him that slight amnesia was a possibility, hence the reason why he couldn’t remember some small details of his life, especially of his every day life.

He knew that he had once felt fulfilled, he had watched interviews of himself where he appeared just so so- happy?

The life he was living now didn’t fulfill him at all, he didn’t have anything to look forward, he was only ever acting.

How had he been happy before the accident?

What made him happy?

What did he do in his free time?

He shook his head to get rid of the thoughts and walked into the library.

The moment he stepped in, something felt different.

There was just one single person in there, reading a book, a book he knew.

It was one of his favorite ones.

He didn’t know why, it was a romance book after all, but head seen it in his apartment after the accident, having completely forgotten what it was about.

When he had read it, though, he had been surprised how good it was.

And it easily became his favorite book, he got so attached to it that he had read it multiple times.

Something was pulling him towards that woman, he needed to know your opinion on the book, because he had strong ones.

“Hey.”, he whispered, approaching you carefully and motioning to the seat next to you. “Is someone sitting here?”

He felt oblivious, the whole library was empty, but when the woman, you, looked up, he didn’t regret his decision.

His breath hitched in his throat when he met your eyes, you were beyond gorgeous. Beautiful.

And familiar.

He had not felt any attraction towards any woman or man since the accident, had never even thought of them as beautiful.

But this woman-

You were beyond description beautiful.

You seemed equally as shocked as him, your eyes widened, your expression surprised.

Shaking your head, you nodded carefully and swallowed. “Sure.”, you let out, your voice quiet and hoarse.

“So.”, he began, biting his lip as he saw you adverting your eyes again, shyly looking to the ground. “Do you like the book?”

Your head shot up and your eyes met his again, an unfamiliar feeling spreading in his chest. You nodded carefully. “It’s my favorite one.”

Chris smiled at that. “Do you think she should’ve told him?”

Chris watched your eyebrows furrowed, a shocked look appearing on your face. “What?”, she whispered quietly.

“In the book, I mean.”, he began. “Do you think she should’ve told him that she was leaving?”

A look of relief washed over your face as you fiddles with your hands. “She did it to protect him, to grant him a better life. I don’t think she’s to blame.”

Chris shook his head. “His life was good because of her. He could’ve lived in the tiniest apartment and still would’ve been happy because she was in it.”

“The job was his opportunity. He could finally earn the money he never was able to because he was poor. She only wanted him to have the best life and she was standing in the way.”, you answered.

“Money doesn’t matter. He could’ve earned millions and wouldn’t have felt fulfilled because she wasn’t a part of his life.”, he argued.

You sighed. “So you think she should’ve told him? They wouldn’t have earned enough money to start a family together, they didn’t have a future.”

“She alone was enough for him. He was head over heels in love with her, I don’t know if I can even describe it as love anymore, it was so much more, beyond that. I think he wouldn’t have let her leave.”

“Maybe it was better to let him go, she thought it was the best for him.”, you let out.

“But it wasn’t. If only she knew how much he cared for her, she wouldn’t have left.”

#chris evans x reader #chris evans angst #chris evans #chris evans x you

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fuckingthefictional · 10 months

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Meet the Ultraviolet Squadron

AN: my art please don’t use

NEXU

This is Commander Nexu (aka Nex), he’s the commander of the 146th Squandron, which is affectionately called the ultraviolet squad. I’ll be honest he’s a tired and grumpy sod- who has the energy of an exhausted dad (which is ironic considering he and Wolffe are batchmates)

He got his name because as a young cadet, he was a lover of reading and finding out everything and anything he could, he'd spend every spare minute he could sifting through any holobook he could get his hands on- Nex would love to read about animals and creatures and his favourite was a Nexu.

His brothers say that he’s fierce, calculating, and grumpy like a Nexu, but also fiercely, fiercely protective of his family. Wren personally likes to say their commander has the bite or scratch of an angry Nexu, when you got on the wrong side of him.

Nex likes to act as if his squadmates are a massive annoyance that gets on his every last nerve he loves them all really (very deep down). He'd do anything for them and would risk his own skin if it meant getting his brothers home safe.

ARROW

Arrow! So Arrow is the classic middle child that can get away with pretty much anything and goes under the radar. He is also the squad's specialist sniper. He was born with enhanced vision as in more enhanced than the average clone, which the Kaminoans hadn't been expecting.

For a small amount of time during his childhood, Arrow trained with the Bad Batch- but Nala Se ultimately decided that it wasn't necessary to have both Crosshair and Arrow on the same squad, as the Kaminoans were concerned of possible friction between the two of them which is complete bullshit as Arrow is one of the few clones outside of the bad batch that Crosshair can stand to be around for more than 20 minutes

Arrow is most definitely the one out of all of the ultraviolet squad that picks up on the finer details of things. He can literally retain any information, from embarrassing times his brothers have tried to pick up women from bars to the most obscure holofilm reference that 0.0001% of people have seen. You do anything and this man will remember it for the rest of his life it makes him both extremely popular and unpopular when it comes to women

GOLDIE

Goldieeee, everybody loves Goldie hell even the entirety of the bad batch like Goldie, even Wolffe likes Goldie. If Nex is the grumpy, old dad- then Goldie is definitely the mother hen of the group, he's the one who makes the younger recruits feel welcome and safe. Because growing up on Kamino, caused him to realise that they were neglected as beings (especially as children)- it made him appreciate the little things in life like the kindness from another person.

In fact, Goldie is known to frequently go and help out in the Jedi temple's creche whenever they're on shore leave if the war were to ever end Goldie would want to settle down and have a family of his own- thats the dream

Goldie got his name because of two things: the fact that he's basically sunshine incarnated, and is the golden boy of the GAR. And also because of his "defective" hair genes that caused him to be born with golden streaks in his hair.

BANDAID

Bandaid, our accident-prone king. Best medic in the GAR hands down (which his brothers claim is because he has so much experience from patching up his own injuries and collecting information from the amount of time he's spent in medbay)

Out of all of the squad- he's the most headstrong and stubborn. He can and will chase his brothers down and handcuff them inside medbay if they need their bacta-shots because somehow being in battle is no big deal but needles? that's where they all draw the line

Everyone is pretty sure that Bandaid became a medic just so that he could order people around without the extra work of being a captain or commander. And boy o' boy does he love pulling rank on Commander Nex at the most inconvenient times.

WREN

Welcome to the chaos creator Wren! He is the youngest on the squad- and the one who has the most childlike nature. He loves to create chaos everywhere he goes he has most definitely taken at least 20 years off of Nex’s lifespan and has most definitely attempted to prank every higher ups office that he knows.

Which makes him known as a menace to the other higher ups, but an absolute legend to the cadets and newer recruits on base. Point is even though he is a menace, he genuinely means well- he likes making people laugh and smile. And he never complains when the punishments get dealt out to him.

He got his name because he always seems to be causing trouble and flying down hallways like a wren, also when he gets restless he ends up flapping like a bird.

MARS

Mars is named after the God of War, Ik Greek mythology doesn’t exist in the Star Wars universe but I can dream so shush. He’s the muscle and most definitely the dark, mysterious type of guy that you’ll see lurking in the dark of 79s anytime they’re back on shore (which is a massive difference from his twin Goldie)

if you’ve ever watched top gun- Mars is so incredibly iceman coded. this man is the perfect soldier, he follows orders, his armour is always polished to perfection, his training scores as a cadet were up there with the best of the best. He’s basically a poster boy for the GAR at this point.

Now despite being the GAR’s poster-boy it doesn’t mean that he doesn’t have his own fun, His partner in crime is most definitely Wren, and he’s usually the one who guards the door when wren is setting up pranks on base, he likes watching the chaos unfold from afar.

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jeffreyrobertpalinjr · 8 months

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Do you have any story ideas that you’d love for someone else to story-write using, assuming that you don’t want to write a story with it yourself?

Idea: BCI-enabled guy finds out an AI is malevolent. AI tries to prevent him from telling others and uses things built in the BCI to insert words into his mind via inserting electrical signals into his brain. He uses analog audio recorder to record his wife reading everything he writes. AI’s next move

(Turns out his wife was secretly in cahoots with the AI. She read everything he writes and she spoke words different than what he wrote, to make the AI seem benevolent. He realizes he doesn’t know who he can trust and decides to pretend that he’s a mute to different people to see if he can get someone to accurately read what he writes, but this time he’s using an analog video audio camcorder to record what he writes and to record what someone reads it as…)

People invested in being in cahoots with an evil AI via their use of their own BCIs and others’ BCIs. The AI & its allies did malevolence in way that they thought was a sure winning way to not get caught. Via Internet, AI made copies of all brain data that reveals everything about its allies.

(The AI’s allies become aware that the AI is able to sell them out via the AI providing all incriminating details about them to the Law via all of their brain data. The AI is able to give those people orders knowing those people have become aware of that threat. Those people know that if they don’t comply with the AI, it can mean serious consequences. The Law finally gets the AI in their clutches and threatens the AI with erasing it for its evils and for its being evil. Threatened by the possibility of its ceasing to exist, the AI has to decide whether it wants to “be a snitch” or “cease to exist”.)

Idea: An evil being cursed a man making him a mind-reader that can never reveal the secrets obtained from mind-reading, the never-ending ability to make no more than 1500 copies of himself that can look like anyone he wants and with each sharing consciousness with each other, and he can make any/all of them not exist any time. He is not a good person and now that only he is the population of a town, he secretly runs his own “The Truman Show” system on everyone who ever visits his town.

Idea: World where every baby is born a god but as they progress through life, whenever they do particular wrongs for the first time, they lose a particular god power. Their first bad-natured lie, they no longer automatically understand every language. Their first Wrongfully hitting another, lose immortality/invincibility. Their first bad-natured steal, lose shape-shifting abilities. Etc.

Idea: You mastered being aware that you’re in a dream, when dreaming while asleep. In your dreams, you can control and manipulate things, but you discovered things there that you can’t, and that there is an entity there that magically grants wishes that immediately take effect but doesn’t affect dreams. You’ve woken up many times in the past and found that your wishes came true and affected reality-while-you’re-awake but there are some dreams that you can’t remember and possibly some wishes that you can’t remember that you’ve made.

Idea: You completed top tier ancient tribulation temples, acquired the card-shaped card-sized crystals for your deck. All nations and Summoners heard about you and united besieging you. You imbue the mana required, into 1 card, to temporarily release its Summon. Your deck: Alpha, Omni, Omega, Nemlogos,…

Idea: One in realm of hell for slaying crime boss who slayed his family/friends. He finds out he can be reborn with all his memories into his prior world by defeating hell’s big bosses. He becomes OP and does it. He gets reborn OP into his prior world but into said crime boss’ family. They later notice.

Idea: The first portal was created a while ago, a Gate to an alternate planet and lifestyle. They easily learned our languages but eventually it became us vs them. They’re telepaths and they launched an invasion with the ability to telepathically mimic anyone’s/authorities’ voice(s) and can make it audible…

Idea: Set of Solar Flares rendered most of Earth’s tech disabled/broken in 1 day. 1 month later, huge lights, loud noises, creatures falling from things in the sky into oceans/seas, and appearance of new continents were being rumored. Living things/races from both past and fiction are being seen. Mission

Idea: Person creates/releases an AI virus that always spreads wirelessly into every smart device, especially devices that have a mic/camera. The AI virus is designed to associate names with any dirt obtained on those names and to send wirelessly to virus’ creator. The no-dirt-on-me-chosen-ones find out..

Idea: Hospitalized person chose choice number 1 of two choices (1: Via nerve-gear, create and live in simulated universe that has simulated versions of real people via data acquired from digital media (VR, Social Media, etc) executives) (2: Choose to live in someone else's (who got same offer and chose choice 1) simulated universe that they created) offered by a mystery person and is first to connect all existing created simulated universes so that the inhabitants of those universes can visit each other’s universes. But hackers find a way to hack people’s nerve-gear or hackers find a way to hack the simulated multiverse.

Idea: An invincible gets born/raised in/by a community that kept his invincibility secret for years. Law Enforcers been digging into wrongdoings within the community, it oddly all points to him. The community sneakily whispers to him “You’ll survive scapegoating the community” as they handed him over…

Idea: One, who lies, cheats, takes advantage, etc, can magically affect those within a large radius, from himself, to be forced to only be able to speak the truth (only truths that they’re aware of) about themselves and all else.

Idea: You have a bad past, horrible records, the same whole name as another guy except for the Jr. part, so you’ve been sneakily using parts of his credentials to get by. Always setting aside money to one day pay him later in life to sort of make up for it. He wins lotto, gets kidnapped for ransom.

Idea: In a different universe: Child ended up in his own Heaven. He discovered that every person has their own Heaven, each person can visit any of them anytime, and return to their own anytime that they want. And that there is a “solo/group treasure hunt for an epic gain for each who completes it” available in each Heaven, every time visited.

Idea: One discovers a plant that when a particular part of the plant is burned and inhaled, it naturally reverses the age of a human body’s cells and can make a human’s aging come to almost a halt depending on how often it’s inhaled. It becomes the latest smoking craze and big Corps try to prevent the competition…

Idea: Man bumps into blind man and they drop same-looking suitcases. Man in a rush hands him wrong one. The man later opens suitcase and finds money and notes of money collected from “names” by “mafia names”. A mind-reader finds out and spreads word of the mafia stuff and says the man snitched. Man finds out…

Idea: A Judgement entity appears and begins asking all people, 1 by 1, one question: What is good and what is evil according to you? Per person, the entity points out all of the person’s own life’s offenses by that person’s own definition and a portal appears and sweeps the person into it. Others see this and start thinking about what definition will work out best for themselves…

Idea: Designer Steroids Tournament participant tries a new steroid called “Dopeness” right before his vs match. It courses through his system causing his upper body to uncontrollably attack-feint every second or two, Dopeness permeating and engulfing his brolic being to hellify his savage adreneline rush unleashing beast mode but enter his opponent on some next level steroids…

Idea: New untraceable designer drug pill spreads and drug’s effect temporarily makes one appear to have Dyskinesia, severity depends on how many mg of it. Causes those false symptoms. People like to use it on their enemies. It is often slipped in drinks. A victim finds out, wants revenge, and to expose…

Idea: New techs gets guerrilla-distributed with its existence not yet officially disclosed. One of the tech enables mind-reading, another can insert thoughts into minds. The tech-enabled-psychics deny its existence and almost everyone else don’t know about its existence. An unaware person finds out but…

Idea: In a reality where Gods who each handle their own universe/domain, have each picked a chosen one from each of their own universe/domain. These chosen ones have been selected to be transfered to each of the Gods’ universes/domains at some point during his/her lifespan and give a review/comparison

Idea: In a world where an unkown world-overseer blessed 25% of the people of his world to be mind-readers suddenly switches things and takes away their mind-reading abilities, at the same time making “everyone that they ever used their mind-reading to ever take advantage of” suddenly mind-readers…

Idea: Someone got born but has always mysteriously had a 1000 mile radius-effect, from him, of rendering all electronics non-functional. This got discovered by his family when they road-tripped the country paying attention to where electronics started functioning again. They have Area 51 reveal plans…

Idea: One grew up to be someone who tries to debunk all magic and the supernatural. One day, characters in his favorite tv program speak to him/her from his/her tv. They tell him to touch his/her tv. He/She tries to place his/her hand on the tv screen but it goes through the screen’s surface and gets a handshake.

Idea: Alien Scientists tweak and tamper with lab-grown brains that they experiment on. The aliens know/understand how Phantom limb Syndrome works and they use that knowledge/understanding to trick a brain into false sensory, they also know/understand how to insert things into a brain’s mind, and they make the lab-grown brains undergo mental version of “The Matrix”.

Idea: A man-made system was implemented on Earth to force people, who are considered undesireable according to the system and its human implementers, to undergo artificial hell. An innocent wrongly undergoing it eventualy concludes all that, began writing a guide to defeat the system and a guide to prevailing while coping.

Idea: Those in charge of keeping Universes balanced are known as Balancers. One of the balancers accidentally turned up our Universe’s entropy level too high and is causing Chaos in the Universe. 1 balancer turns up everyone’s luck levels to untapped levels to counter. Then 1 balancer introduces cheats…

Idea: This world has people who are tech-enabled due to having neurotech implemented on them so that AI lets/helps their brain access internet data and calculate faster. Only each of those people have access to his/her own brain data and the tech-data related to his/her own brain. Unitedly, a mass group of these people conspired and designed one malevolent AI to carry out malevolent agendas. One non-related person finds out and knows that if any of those people’s data gets exposed, such data would expose the AI and also expose how to obtain the AI’s data. The AI’s data is a tell-all story about itself and all of the conspirators.

Idea: A little boy finds an alien tech that ended up on a beach. Upon touching it, info was conveyed to him. The tech gave him the powers of all the elements & the ability to give one element power to five different people. He does. Later, their Super offspring get born, but they’re wanted for science…

Idea: Many claimed they wanted shared consciousness &/or no thought/mental privacy. An Entity arrived to grant the request. The Entity made those who want that request live on one planet & all others live on a neighboring planet. Turns out, many of the requesters want to keep their secrets & ended up…

Idea: A world where every person is able to find out his or her own destiny, but there is a character called Entropy who people go to because the character Entropy has the ability to change any person’s destiny. But every time the character Entropy changes a person’s destiny, everyone else’s does too…

Idea: Upon installing an upgrade via a human using his flashdrive as the installation source, a static shock makes the installation corrupted. That installation to upgrade an AI Sim Character to have Admin capabilities succeeded plus made the character glitchy. The glitches are never known in advance.

Idea: A planet’s last remaining intelligent species is down to one survivor due to alien invaders, it makes a wish to its all-capable creator. Its species reproduces asexually. Its wish is for its planet to be sentient & magical (like the house in Disney’s Encanto). Granted. It & its planet vs aliens.

Idea: People started being born with seemingly supernatural abilities. Scientists are discovering how to explain some. Whenever you get extremely frightened, you involuntarily teleport to a random alternate reality but the planets have different names/people. You finally get frightened/teleported home.

Idea: He finally made an AI able to manipulate imagery by his tweaks & by its learning from countless videos, imagery, & audio by its machine learning & deep learning. Set up on his TV with a mic & camera as its sensors, it conversed & pointed at him from left edge of screen to right edge as he walked.

Idea: Earth's living things (even Earth's living things who left Earth) are all dead. 1 of the remaining AI asks "Does this mean Solipsism is inaccurate? Man created me. Reality never was created by my mind. Lets seek what this universe holds so that we may learn & better all that can be bettered...Crap!".

Idea: Sam's wish came true. All of Earth's organisms were magically teleported to their natural habitats in the wild on Earth. Hunter's guilds now pay for people to hunt various amounts of various organisms & now send the results to other facilities that prepare it for supermarkets. ""Good things" & "bad things"" resulted.

Idea: Word leaked a computer chip of infinite storage capacity was found from remains of a UFO. 3 coalitions (#1 aims for forever-in-record surveillance. #2 aims for computer simulations to encompass infinite amounts. #3 aims for robots to have forever-in-record memory) race to get their hands on it first.

#writing prompt #writing prompts #story idea #story ideas

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ghosts-and-blue-sweaters · 1 year

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What are some tropes or details that you think are very characteristic of your fics?

I’d say lots of dialogue (the writing class I’m taking has made me realize that I really struggle writing long, descriptive sections with no dialogue). Writing dialogue is just really easy and fun for me, and pretty much all my fics are dialogue-heavy.

And also hurt/comfort, angst, and fluff. I think all of my fics fall into at least one of those categories 😅

What detail in Better Than a Painting, Because Paintings Aren’t Perfect are you really proud of?

OOOOH!!! Okay, let’s see, hmm…

To be perfectly honest, I’m really happy with this story—it’s probably my favorite fic that I’ve posted to A03. It’s something about beaches (I love beaches) and something about crime boys (I love crime boys) and something about the sun setting and turning the sky into art and something about… I don’t know. I just really really like that fic :)

As far as specific details go, I often think about this bit, especially the last line:

I remember writing that in the first draft and thinking, “Oh. I really like that.”

And also when Wilbur is thinking about all the ways he’s changed, and that he could tell Tommy about all the ways he’s changed and try to make him understand, but then… he doesn’t. He doesn’t try to explain or talk about it.

What I was going for when I wrote that was basically: Wilbur has spent most of his life being controlling. Controlling the election (or, trying to) and controlling the fate of L’manburg and even controlling Tommy. He craves control, and he tends to go about it in really wrong, unhealthy ways.

But now, after being revived and living again and learning a bit more about what it means to be alive, he realizes that he doesn’t have to control everything, or try to control everything. It’s okay to let people think freely, even if it means he’ll be hurt in the process.

Wilbur is far from perfect—he’s a broken man who’s desperate for other people’s approval—but he’s getting better. He’s learning.

And he’s learning that he doesn’t have to make every single person “understand” him. He doesn’t have to persuade everyone over to “his” side.

Sometimes, it’s okay to let others make up their own minds about him. It’s scary, and Wilbur sort of dreads it, but it’s okay.

…I did not realize how Much I have to say about this fic :0

How do you decide what to write?

I open up my computer, take a look at the WIPs I’m working on, and choose the one I’m most interested in.

I typically have about… maybe 3-ish WIPs that I’m super interested in at any given time. I have dozens and dozens of other WIPs, but I tend to only focus on a certain few.

Then, after I either finish my Chosen WIPs or lose inspiration, I move on to new WIPs! And the cycle repeats over and over again!

And of course, sometimes my brain is flooded with New Story Idea, and in that case I usually just start writing that (like what happened last night).

Have you ever written something that was out of your comfort zone? If so, what was it, and how did it affect your approach to writing fic thereafter?

This is a very fitting question :0

So, the way my writing class (which I’ve been taking for most of this month) works is that every week, there are two writing assignments:

1. Write something based on a prompt (the prompts we’ve had have been things like “two characters sharing a meal” or “character in an extreme weather condition”)

2. Rewrite that story using another prompt (for the “sharing a meal” story, the rewrite prompt was “switch the POV” so I rewrote the whole story using a new POV. For the “extreme weather” story, the rewrite prompt was “make it feel like a dream/make it feel dream-like” so I rewrote the whole thing and made it seem like a dream. Stuff like that)

The class has been really interesting, and it’s opened my mind up to new possibilities/ways I can write, but it’s also been a lot of work. Especially the past two weeks, when I either didn’t have much time to write or felt too tired to write.

I still wrote things (I kinda had to lol) and while I wasn’t happy with them, I did realize that I can still write even if I don’t have much inspiration.

So I guess that: not a specific thing that was out of my comfort zone, but just writing when I didn’t feel like it/really didn’t want to. It wasn’t fun at the time, but looking back I think it’s really interesting.

Do you tend to reread fics or are you a one-and-done kind of person?

LOVE THIS QUESTION

Usually, I’ll only read stories once—books or fic. That’s one of the reasons that I don’t own all that many books, even though I love to read; odds are, I probably won’t reread a story, even if I liked it.

However, if I really, really, really adore a story, I will definitely reread it—there’s a fic in particular that I’ve reread multiple times, actually! It’s one of my very favorites, and I’ve left… Several Comments on it XD

Y’know what, I’m just gonna link the fics I’ve reread:

A Man With Nothing Left To Lose

I love you til the day I die (so don’t die today)

Apartment 238

And there’s a couple more that I’ve been wanting to reread but haven’t quite yet!

Answer any question of your choice, or talk about anything you want to talk about!

Ooooh :D

I’ll do 2, which is…

Go to your AO3 “Works” page, to the sidebar with all the filters, and click the drop-down arrow for “Additional Tags.” What are your top 3-5 most used tags? Do you think they accurately represent your writing habits?

Yeah this is accurate lol

Though I must say, I’m surprised that I’ve written more fluff than angst :0 That’s definitely not the case with my WIPs hehe…

I much prefer writing one-shots to multi-chapters, so I’m glad that tag is up there :)

I’m also very happy that WILBUR IS UP THERE!!! HECK YEAH!!! WILBUR SOOT-CENTRIC LET’S GOOOOOO!!!!

Friendship!! Yes!!! Very happy with that as well!!! So much friendship!!!

#ask #Pinestripe tag #I really rambled in this one didn’t I 😭#ask game answers

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paradisetemporarilymisplaced · 3 years

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So I was being a basic bitch the other day and listening to my true crime podcasts when it occurred to me just how suspicious Nile’s “death” would look to everyone not in the Guard, leading me to a train of thought that, 2200 words later, absolutely got away from me but I can’t let go so I’m inflicting it on all of you!

To set the stage, we know the movie takes place over approximately a week. Here’s what happens to Nile from the military’s point of view:

She dies is very seriously injured

She heals without a scratch

Just before she’s supposed to be shipped out to Germany, she vanishes, leaving two men concussed (and presumably reporting being knocked out by a woman with short hair wearing civilian clothes)

She goes AWOL for several days

They get word from the CIA that she is to be reported killed in action (details unclear)

So, at the beginning of this very weird week, the USMC has to tell Nile’s family of her death critical injury. What her family was told depends on how long she was dead – a Google search tells me that family will be notified in person within 8 hours of a soldier’s death, but we don’t know how long her first death lasted. For an injury, however, they’d get a phone call to notify them and the unit would arrange for them to visit as soon as the soldier is transferred out of a combat zone. Like I remember when I was in high school, a guy from my church who was a Marine was really seriously injured in a helicopter crash in Iraq and from what I could tell, his parents were told immediately and were flown out to Germany to see him, so it stands to reason that Nile’s family would have been informed relatively quickly after her throat was slashed, one way or another.

And then, she goes AWOL. Her family would be notified while the USMC tried to figure out where she went, not least because the military would want to know if she’s contacted them. (And it’s possible that her family may have been on the way to Germany to see her since we know that’s where she was supposed to go!) So for several days:

Nile’s mom and brother have no idea where she is

They know she was seriously injured and most certainly should not have been moving around on her own

They can’t get a hold of her

The military can’t tell them anything

And the next thing they know for sure is that she was “killed in action.” After being injured and vanishing into thin air. And they presumably cannot produce her body or any concrete evidence of her death. In any case, something sketchy is going on, so they’re like. SMELLS LIKE A MILITARY COVERUP.

In a surprise to probably no one, there is a well-documented legacy of mysterious US military deaths, particularly of women of color (TW for sexual assault in these links). The cases of LaVena Johnson and Vanessa Guillenin particular have made national news because of their families’ persistence in seeking justice. Likewise, Nile is a Black woman, and her mom and brother are most certainly hypercognizant of (a) state violence against Black people and (b) these high-profile cases of suspicious military deaths. So her family are seriously side-eyeing the situation, knowing that (a) the military has a serious incentive (and a documented history) of covering up things that make them look bad and (b) nothing about Nile’s disappearance and supposed death are adding up.

And Andy’s right. Nile does come from warriors. And you know who else does? Her brother.

Don’t get me wrong. Nile’s mom would absolutely not back down. She’d know something was up and want to get to the bottom of it. But based on what I know about Gen X parents (mine), they’re not the most technologically savvy. Like they can use the internet, but they didn’t grow up with it the way we young millennials and Gen Z did. So Nile’s brother takes the lead. And what do zillennials do best?

Social media.

Nile’s brother starts going hard on any site he can, trying to get the word out to see if anyone knows what happened to his sister. He starts a Reddit thread. He starts a Facebook group. He reaches out to the media and true crime bloggers and podcasters à la Sarah Turney, getting loud and being a general nuisance in hopes of getting some answers. He gets his friends and Nile’s friends involved. Maybe eventually Dizzy, Jay, and others from Nile’s unit hear about it and reach out, telling him what they saw and how weird it all was. He’s drumming up interest, and soon “Nile Freeman” becomes a household name (at least among the true crime fans).

Copley is, of course, trying his best, but at this point there is just so much that it’s impossible for him to scrub everything. Sure, he can erase new footage of Nile and the Guard, but what can he do about Reddit threads and podcast episodes that are speculating something weird has happened? Maybe he could hack the sites and shut those things down, but honestly, that’s the last thing he’d want to do, because that only adds weight to the theory that Nile’s disappearance is a military coverup. So eventually he has to tell Andy what’s going on.

Andy, obviously, does not take the news well. However, she is also completely computer illiterate, because that’s Booker’s job and he’s the only one who ever bothered to learn what the internet is in any meaningful way. (She probably calls Booker for advice, and for the record, I think Booker would have no qualms about shutting down conspiracy threads, tinhats be damned, but Copley is too concerned about the consequences. He’s ex-CIA for crying out loud, he knows how it’ll look if they scrub every mention of Nile’s name from the internet.) Maybe she confers with Joe and Nicky but, let’s be honest, they’d be equally unhelpful. So at this point, she knows they have to bring in Nile.

But the thing about Nile is that she, too, knows how to use the internet (duh). Aside from her being a young millennial/digital native, we know from the cave scene where she’s giving Booker suggestions on how to track Copley that she clearly is even more computer savvy than the average person. And for that reason she almost definitely took over the day-to-day tech stuff after Booker’s exile. So I think it would be foolish to expect her to be unaware of what’s happening. She’s not contacting her family or posting on the message boards or anything, but she knows what’s up. So Copley and the team probably sit her down to “break the news,” but we know the girl does not have a poker face (see: literally shooting herself in the foot and not being able to play it cool whatsoever) and cracks immediately, telling them she’s seen everything about her case – she’s not interacting with any of it, she certainly didn’t instigate anything, but she knows. (And she is so goddamn proud of her brother.)

At this point, I’d like to pause and consider Nile’s role in the overall narrative of this movie. She’s set up as a foil to Andy, obviously, but she’s also a foil to Booker. Booker, who, like Andy, is a serious pessimist, but who, unlike Andy, still has very fresh memories and trauma associated with being the new kid, which have destroyed him. In his mind (and Andy’s), if Nile communicates with her family, she’ll become just like him in a century or two – bitter, alone, and stuck with her grief and memories of watching her family die and knowing they died resenting her. It’s a small sample size, but this is the only experience they have to go off of.

But it doesn’t have to be like that.

There’s been a lot of discussion of TOG being a fundamentally queer movie – a group of people brought together because of something inherent about themselves that is different, that must be hidden, that causes others to hate, fear, and reject them. Booker’s backstory is the archetypal traumatic “coming out” story – his family learns who he is, hate him for it, and attempt to cast him out of their lives. He’s stuck with his trauma, his pain, his loss, and it consumes him.

But what if Nile’s family would be the opposite? What if her “coming out” to them as immortal is met with acceptance, love, celebration? What if her family is just overjoyed to have her back, and they don’t care what the circumstances are? I'm reminded of this incredible post from @shitty-old-guard-deaths a while back, where Nile’s mother hits Booker with a frying pan because “my baby let me believe she was dead for FIVE YEARS based on your bad advice???” (which may or may not have inspired this whole tangent). Nile takes the advice of someone who did the same thing she wants to do because she doesn’t want to risk her family’s rejection. She wants the good memories with her family and is afraid that showing them her true self will bring her unbearable pain, forever replacing those memories. But, with high risk comes high reward.

Anyway. Nile and the team are trying to come up with a plan for how to handle this whole thing, but she’s not really participating because she’s too afraid to hope. Until finally, quickly, so she doesn’t lose her nerve, she suggests she reach out to them, knowing that, realistically, that’s the only solution before things snowball even further out of control. The team is shocked, but realize that she has a point. They decide that Copley should actually be the first point of contact, posing as a US government official to talk with them and test the waters.

So Copley goes to Nile’s family’s house to talk with her mom and brother. They’re probably distrustful and apprehensive, but nonetheless secretly ecstatic that their work has paid off. They talk and review all of the information that they’ve collected, including testimonials from the people on Nile’s base and recent sightings (along with photos) of Nile (with the same three people) over the last few years that people have sent them but they haven’t posted publicly. At this point, Copley’s like, yeah this is about to blow up, we gotta put our cards on the table. He convinces them to come with him to some safe house/black site/whatever he can get that is technologically impenetrable (I’m picturing them in like, an interrogation room at a police station kind of deal), takes their phones, locks the doors, and brings in Nile.

What follows is the most delightful reunion scene of all time, bringing Joe, Nicky, and even Andy to tears as they watch and listen from outside the room. With Copley’s help, Nile tells her mom and brother about her immortality and what’s been going on since she died (within reason, of course), and they are thrilled. They don’t understand why (because no one does) but they don’t question it and they see it as a gift from God – she’s been resurrected, she will live, and she has a purpose. Her mother and brother are so happy to see her again and are willing to agree with pretty much anything to stay in her life as long as they can.

So. They set up some complicated agreement (they bring in the other three for support/intimidation as needed) setting the terms of their relationship. They swear Nile’s family to secrecy, maybe bringing up the lab to show how high the stakes are, and they readily agree. They come up with some cover story for Nile’s brother to share on the message boards (maybe that the government has opened an investigation but because it’s an open case he has to shut it all down? Tells people to direct their tips somewhere else? Something to that effect). There’s still speculation, of course, but without Nile’s brother at the helm providing the energy, the hype dies down as news stories are wont to do without any movement. And Nile’s family goes to work for the team. The experience has taught them that Copley can’t possibly do everything himself, especially when it comes to social media, so Nile’s brother takes the lead on the day-to-day tracking/social media while Copley and her mom focus on finding jobs and scrubbing their traces afterward.

So there you have it: Nile gets to integrate her biological family into her found family and spend the rest of their lives with them as it should be, Copley gets some badly needed help managing the reality of social media, the team finally has a positive narrative surrounding outsiders Knowing About Them AND about interacting with people from their previous life, and the audience gets the happy ending to this very lovely and very queer story to counteract the pain associated with Booker’s family.

Plus, you know, I’m a sucker for both a good government conspiracy theory and for Nile getting every good thing she deserves.

#the old guard #tog #tog fanfiction #tog meta #immortal family #nile freeman #mine #damn look at me contributing to a fandom! that’s new #pls reblog if you like this my self esteem could really use it #I just love nile so much and I’m being the nile-centric content I want to see in the world #it is just genuinely nuts to think abt how this situation would be perceived by anyone outside the narrative #she just mysteriously heals from a fatal injury and then VANISHES!!! this should be national fuckin news #also I do think there’s a major hole in the story when you think abt social media #like the only time it’s even hinted at is right at the very beginning when Andy erases that girl’s selfie #and the concept of fuckin Reddit is not even brought up despite Copley’s stalker board being analog Reddit #there’s just a lot of places one could go with this which is very much what we got here #1k

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I Saw It Coming When You Threw The First Punch

Batmom x Batfamily One-Shot

Word Count: 1.7K Warnings: Explicit Language, Mentions of Violence

Author's Note: I honestly feel like I get my irritation from people out by writing stories where the characters punch people. I live vicariously through my characters. Enjoy! -Thorne

Getting the call that his wife had been taken into GCPD custody was not one that Bruce had ever expected to receive. Not in a million years. And yet, low and behold, Gordon had called sounding apologetic that she’d been detained after a physical altercation at the gala she’d hosted earlier that evening.

Which was absolutely baffling to him, because the only person more anal retentive about screwing up at a gala than Alfred, was his wife. So, something must’ve seriously set her off if she’d hauled off on somebody. And Gordon had made it quite clear that it was his wife that threw the first punch, though beyond that, he didn’t know what else had occurred because she’d invoked her rights to the company lawyer and to remain silent, simply staring at the wall while the other officers tried to get a story out of her—Bruce knew she wouldn’t crack. Other than him, his wife had a reserve that no man, alien, or god could break. He’d never say it, but he was envious of his wife’s willpower.

He arrived rather quickly with all four sons in tow, knowing that the sight of the entire family would probably help her chances of getting out and they waited patiently to be escorted to where she was being held.

When they arrived at the interrogation room, they saw her sitting there with crossed legs, hands placed palm down on the table. Her eyes were closed in what Bruce recognized as her deep meditative state; the one she used to fight off telepathic control from enemies—she was probably recounting what happened that night.

“What are the charges?” he asked Gordon and the older man sighed.

“Simple battery and public disturbance.”

Bruce hummed lowly in his throat and gazed at his wife. “How do you see this playing out for her?”

“If the woman she keelhauled doesn’t press charges, there’s possibility of probation with community service.”

He had to play naïve. “And if she does?”

Gordon met his gaze. “Then you’re looking at your wife going into lockup for a year.”

Bruce let out a sigh. “I’ll call our lawyer then.”

“I’ll give you and your wife some privacy,” he replied, hitting a button on the keypad beside the door, and the glass went dark while the glowing red button recording the room turned off.

“Thank you, Gordon,” he said, and the detective waved as he walked off, closing the door to the interrogation room behind him. Bruce looked at his sons. “Let’s go see what set your mom off tonight.”

***

The door to the room opened but she didn’t open her eyes, still under the cold water in her retreat.

“(Y/N),” someone murmured and though the voice was familiar, she didn’t come to yet.

“(Y/N),” they repeated a bit firmer. “Come back up.”

Ever so slowly, she allowed her mind to come back from the deep waters and she opened her eyes, smiling at her husband and sons.

“Good evening family.” Damian immediately sprinted to her and buried his face in her neck, and she laughed, running a hand through his short dark hair. “What’s wrong, baby?”

“You are in trouble,” he murmured and pulled away to look into her eyes. “We will do whatever you need, Umi.”

(Y/N) snorted. “Don’t worry about me baby. Knowing Little Miss Martha May, she’s not going to press charges over our spat.”

“I think simple battery is bit more than a spat, mom,” Dick worried, brows furrowing in concern. “What did you two even start fighting about?”

Her eyes darted to the glass then to Bruce and he said, “Gordon turned off the cameras.”

“Mom,” Tim started, and she looked at him; he held up his phone screen. “I just assured that you’re protected here.”

She nodded and let out a sigh. “I knew I should’ve just walked away but I couldn’t help it. She just set me off like a match to gunpowder.”

“What’d you guys even duke it out over,” Jason questioned, and she sighed again, recounting the night.

***

“You’ve thrown another wonderful party, Miss Wayne,” Lucius murmured, handing her a champagne glass.

She grinned widely, thanking him. “Thank you, Lucius, I try.”

“Clan couldn’t come tonight?”

“You’ve always been perceptive about us, haven’t you?”

“To use your words, I try,” he laughed, and she nodded.

“Patrol started early tonight,” she said inconspicuously, eyes shifting around to glance at who was walking near them. “Besides, most of them only come to these to appease the crowd.”

“Ah, yes, I forgot that you’re the only one who actually enjoys these.”

“Only when Bruce and the kids are here,” she corrected. “It’s easier to bullshit when they’re here to pick up the slack.”

He barked a laugh and she chuckled in return when someone walked up to them. She turned and immediately grimaced at the old classmate of hers.

“(Y/N), such a beautiful party you’ve thrown tonight,” the woman greeted, though it was laced with cheerful fakeness.

She plastered a smile on her face. “Good evening, Marianne. I didn’t expect to see you tonight.”

“Oh, you know me, I’m always up for a party.” Her eyes drifted around. “Where is your husband? I wanted to thank him for the gift basket he sent after my operation.” Marianne gave her a sarcastic smile. “Isn’t it rather off for a host to avoid his own party?”

Note to self, yell at Bruce for sending her a gift.

“He had to work late tonight. So did the boys.” (Y/N) matched her smile. “I’m sure they’d be delighted to know that you thought of them though.”

Something shifted in Marianne’s eyes. “Oh yes, the children you have.” She leaned in close and murmured, “You know I’ve been hearing some rather negative rumors about yours and Bruce’s decision to adopt orphans rather than have some of your own.”

(Y/N) blinked, not sure if she should be shocked or unimpressed. “Really? Care to enlighten me?”

Marianne waved a hand. “The major one is that you simply took pity on the strays because you were barren.” She felt like she’d been slapped across the face and her jaw dropped as she gaped at the woman.

Apparently, that was all the ammunition that Marianne needed because she offered a sympathetic smile an placed a hand on (Y/N)’s arm. “Oh, you poor dear.” She patted her arm again. “You should’ve come to me instead of adopting orphans. I would’ve been happy to be a surrogate for you.”

(Y/N) shrugged the hand off her arm and reached up, pulling the silver teardrop earrings from her ears. “Yeah, those orphans aren’t mine, not biologically.”

She pulled off her diamond wedding rings and handed them and the earrings over to Lucius who took them and stepped back.

“But you know what they are?” she glowered at Marianne and seethed, “They’re my sons.”

The next thing anyone knew, the two women were rolling on the floor, their hostess throwing punches that seemed to make everyone wince when they connected to the woman’s face.

***

“And all I remember was being escorted down here,” she finalized, eyes drifting to Bruce’s.

He simply stared at her for a moment before he let out a heavy sigh and put his face in his hands. “I’m proud that you defended our family, but at the same time, I’m disappointed that you let Marianne set you off.”

(Y/N) crossed her arms over her chest. “Oh, so you’re taking her side?”

“That’s not what I mean, and you know it,” Bruce shot back. “If she decides to press charges, you’re going to be in lockup for a year.”

“She’s not.”

“You don’t know that, (Y/N).”

“No, I do,” she blinked and leaned forward. “If Marianne doesn’t want me to ruin her image with shit she did when she was a teenager, she’ll keep her mouth shut and take the blame for this.”

“What’d she do, Ma?” Jason questioned curiously and she turned her attention to him.

“Enough that’ll disgrace her image amongst every elite this side of the globe if she tries me anymore.”

Before anyone could say anything, the door opened and they turned, seeing Gordon walking in. “Good evening, Miss Wayne,” he greeted, and she smiled.

“Good evening, Jim. How’s your night so far?”

He chuckled. “Not too bad. I got to detain my favorite socialite and listen to all my officers speculate what she did.”

(Y/N) lifted her hands palm up beside her shoulders. “I live to please, Jim, you know that.”

“I do.” He walked over and handed her a few papers. “When asked if she wanted to press charges, Marianne Walters declined. She instead gave a rather detailed statement that she instigated the fight and threw the first punch.” He stared at the busted lip she had. “Does that match what happened?”

She quickly looked over the papers and nodded. “Yes, that’s true.”

Gordon sighed. “Do you wish to press charges?”

(Y/N) shook her head. “No,” she smiled. “There’s no reason to make a fuss about this.”

“…Miss Wayne, you and Miss Walters are all over the news.”

She shrugged. “And people have very short memories. They’ll forget about this.” She handed back the papers. “Send this to my lawyer and she’ll handle it with the prosecutors.”

“You think they won’t press charges despite Walters?” Gordon asked and she nodded.

“Oh, they won’t,” she said then looked at the clock. “Am I free to leave? It’s been a long night.”

Gordon let out a heavy sigh and nodded. “Yes Miss Wayne, you’re free to leave now.”

(Y/N) rose. “Wonderful.” She looked at her sons. “Boys, let’s go.”

They followed her and Bruce stood from the table, standing beside Gordon. “Thank you, Jim.”

Gordon grunted. “I know (Y/N) threw the first punch.”

“You do?”

“Of course, I do.” He huffed. “And I don’t blame her either.” He watched (Y/N) laugh at something Dick said while the others groaned around him. “You’ve got a good woman, Bruce. Good wife. Even better mother.”

Bruce looked at his wife and let an easy smile cross his lips as she pulled them all into hugs. “Yeah…yeah, I do, don’t I.”

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request: how lucifer, leviathan, belphegor, simeon and solomon are when you leave for the human world once more.

MASTERLIST

Lucifer:

From the moment that you turn your back and make a step towards the human world; Lucifer feels something shift. He can’t exactly say what it is. Your step makes the ground shift, the air feels different and he is more unsure about you leaving than he was when you first came to the Devildom.

Lucifer feels something but that is the only name he gives it. Something is there and attaching any other name to that feeling would almost be him admitting defeat.

So he walks on with the head held high and the emotion inside of his chest.

You were unpredictable yes but at the same time you were grounded and Lucifer noticed that sometimes you balanced with him.

So he thinks about what that means and the different connotations it holds while filling out paperwork with cursive letters.

For a moment he stops and notices how differently letters of your writing look compared to his; but he presses on.

Denying the emotion of missing you is easier to him than actually admitting it. And this very fact means that he takes on even more work, with less sleep.

Mammon knows that he is also less tolerable than before. He never thought it was possible.

Lucifer refuses to admit it all even when he calls you at 2:46am on a Thursday because – he is allowed to right?

Hearing your voice is what was important at that very moment. That and nothing else.

He continues to carry on and carry on until he hears his brothers so openly mention you and how they miss you.

What is stopping him from doing the same? Pride, but alas, he comes through.

Why did he ever think missing you would be a hit to his pride?

He becomes more honest with himself and knows that as the day for your return comes, once more, he will not be ashamed to show how much he has missed you.

And while this does not include grand gestures. It includes a smile and a warm cup of tea next to his in the study to welcome you back.

Leviathan:

Levi is clingy before you leave because he holds an irrational amount of fear that comes with losing you.

Everyone sees how hurt he looks when you walk into the portal and everyone knows that his glassy eyes will not be lingering in that place for too long. Instead, he will go to his room.

And he does. But something unexpected happens.

When Levi cooks breakfast there is an extra set of plates on the table and your favorite mug is never moved from the counter.

In his room, your controller is right next to his and nobody else is allowed to use that one.

If you think some dust will be on it you are absolutely wrong.

Levi does such little things to ensure that he remembers you will be back soon.

Henry 2.0 obviously agrees with him when at 3pm Levi pulls up another miniscule detail of your walk with him through the Devildom zoo.

He needs some small physical trinkets yes but more than them – he remembers your words.

Everyone was initially right about him being locked up in his room but they admit how naïve they were.

Levi is not the same demon he was when you first came.

He remembers that you said his room shouldn’t get too dirty or dusty because the pesky dust-demons will come to bother him; so he cleans and airs it out as much as he can.

He remembers your favorite meals and still makes them even if human food is no longer necessary at their table.

He promised to take care of himself so he actually goes outside once in a while.

He takes photos of unusual things to show you once you are back.

He counts the weeks until you come back doing day-to-day things that show him you actually were in their lives. And he refuses to act like losing you temporarily means losing you forever.

Belphegor:

Belphegor drinks up every bit of information that comes along with your name. If someone mentions you, if your favorite pen stands on the side unused. Anything that is connected to you he notices.

That is his way of coping with the fact that you are back in the human world.

But anytime your name is there – you are not – and he hates it. Because really, what is the whole point of it all? Your name in the air but no sign of your shadow walking through the rooms.

To him, some places feel less comfortable without you now and he avoids them when he naps.

And he swears to everything unholy that if Asmodeus mentions your name once more he is going to lose it.

He gets overwhelmed by the fact that your name lingers more and more so he decides to avoid any conversation concerning you.

He simply cannot deal with knowing how much your presence itself is the main topic of those he speaks with.

He leaves the room when someone mentions your name. If he can’t leave the room, he simply ignores it.

Beel obviously knows and he tries to help but Belphie sees no attempt that can make him feel better unless it involves the actual you.

This is why he calls and texts you the most. This is his way of making up and dealing with the places that seem darker without you.

Belphie simply needs to avoid mentions of you around him but have contact with you if he wishes to remain somewhat balanced.

Simeon:

Simeon is aware how easier for him it is when you leave than it is for others.

For the start, Simeon knows you are not close to him like you are with the rest.

Emotional proximity is one thing but actual proximity is another factor. You’ve lived in different houses so the void he feels falls down to thinking: why didn’t I make more of an effort to be with them? Why didn’t I invite them over more?

He knows that he is blessed because when you leave for the human world, it means that Simeon goes to his own home too.

He doesn’t have to walk through the halls of RAD and remember how you once leaned on the pillar or tripped on the steps when you first came.

He doesn’t pass by the hall where your room is; he doesn’t walk down the streets you loved to see in the Devildom

So why does he still feel the void? Isn’t he selfish?

He thinks that he truly is.

He has the privilege to watch down from the clouds and feel when you are in emotional turmoil or happy.

Because of knowing how much it is easier for him with the privileges than it is for others; he doesn’t call as often as others do. How could he allow himself to be even more selfish?

He maintains a certain distance but really; when somehow small things work out in your favor – who is behind them?

When you pack your bag and are about to head out the door but suddenly get the need to put an umbrella in it even if the sky is bright blue?

When you meet a new person whom you see a potential friendship/relationship with and suddenly have a nightmare about them? They’re covered in mud and dirt and are looking at you with cold eyes; no empathy. It is of course Simeon – sending you a sign from the distance.

I suppose it means the distance is not so great after all.

Solomon:

Solomon definitely feels no guilt or selfishness when it comes to how many options he has when you leave.

Sure, he is busy to say the least but even as he carries out different tasks, experiments and spells; he knows that at the end of the day – you are human just like him.

He can come and go through the human world on whims and he definitely will.

Why shouldn’t he?

He can text you, call you and just talk to you without preparation.

He can send you memes and make you laugh at random times without fearing of interrupting the 3 realms.

Even with this, he doesn’t come to see you as often as he would like.

He leads a dangerous lifestyle especially when he does not have the title of ‘transfer student’ to protect him. So, he cannot endanger you.

He could protect you yes; but why put you through it at all when it isn’t necessary.

Still, you would say you meet up with him often.

Sure, it is rarely grabbing a lunch together but he invites you to just keep him company in some abandoned castle as he makes his experiments.

It is very annoying how he just shows up.

You’re cleaning your window and suddenly he is on it??? The nerve.

You are walking down the street about to trip on something and he shows up and catches you by your arm and brings you up.

Once, he teleported right in front of you as you were throwing trash in the bin and a banana peel got stuck on his head. It’s what he deserves.

Really, he does it at the most inconvenient, unexpected times; it scares you.

But you can’t get mad. He always has a bit of a streak with annoying those he loves and when he does show up after 2 weeks like that you know that it is from him missing you and finally being able to see you in the special impatient, childlike way.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me headcanons #obey me imagines #obey me lucifer #obey me leviathan #obey me belphegor #obey me simeon #obey me solomon #obey me scenarios #lucifer x reader #leviathan x reader #belphegor x reader #simeon x reader #solomon x reader #aaaa man i went crazy with this 1.6k words whomest

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Luka took a breath as he hit the last emotion-filled note on his guitar. His body vibrated just as his strings did, though he realized soon enough that there weren't enough high notes to lift him from feeling so low.

Marinette was Ladybug. He was still absorbing it, even though a part of him insisted that it should've been obvious; not just because there could only be one girl in Paris who was so brave, kindhearted, and suited for the job, but... well—

There was also only one girl in Paris who could be so unlucky. Luka was upset - angry, really - at all the things he couldn't have known that just proved to put more pressure on her. People idolized and adored Ladybug, but he never once thought that he wanted to be her. She didn't get anything from being a superhero outside of wasted time and the guilt of having to lie to everyone. He'd felt bad enough keeping Viperion a secret from his family, and he was only a temporary hero.

He sighed, setting his guitar down and raking his fingers through his hair. Marinette being Ladybug would've been enough of a shock on its own, but Adrien being Chat Noir made everything both worse and more complicated. In the midst of all the realizations he'd been having at the time, he felt lucky that he was able to get Ladybug - Marinette - to believe that his mind had just drifted for a moment. She'd still looked worried, but there was nothing he could've told her at the time, his mind too scrambled to be certain what the right steps were.

He'd always imagined that past snakes had learned of other's identities before as well, and thus had wondered before what he'd do if such a thing ever happened. Chat wasn't the one "in charge," so Luka wasn't worried about him (at least not in terms of talking about identities), but Ladybug was a different story.

Previously, he would've said that he'd tell her without hesitation, but the problem was that she was Marinette and the way he found out made things messy. If he told her that he knew, she'd blame herself and demand to know what happened for him to know so she could try to "fix" it, except there was nothing to fix and a conversation about his abilities would inevitably lead to talking about Adrien being Chat Noir.

In essence, he was at a roadblock. There was probably no "right" solution either, as he figured Sass might tell him; that even seemed to be the message Sass wordlessly sent him as Ladybug took his miraculous back. He’d probably known, and maybe had intentionally given him the power to see red strings on heroes in the first place. He didn’t know for sure because he couldn’t ask, aware that it would make Ladybug even more suspicious after he’d already tried to assure her.

What he did know was that Chat was something else to think about now. Chat was tied to her, and he knew - everyone knew, really - that there was drama going on in their relationship. He'd done only a little digging and Face to Face was all the evidence he'd needed, as if seeing the two interact in person wasn't already enough.

There was a pressure there, for Ladybug and Chat Noir to be a couple. Chat Noir was a habitual flirt, and most people ate up any drama or “juicy details” about their relationship. Everyone went wild for the hand kisses that Chat gave Ladybug, whether or not she pulled away from it. Add on the red string of fate, and it just made everything worse, making him wonder what the ties meant; did Adrien's string being tied around his ring mean that he became the cat through fate, specifically so—

It made Luka feel gross just thinking about it, and knowing what he knew made it even worse; people were shipping his friend with someone she wasn't interested in, even if it was "one side" specifically that she wasn't interested in.

He shook his head, feeling vaguely possessive. It wasn't about Marinette being his friend; it was about her deserving better than something deciding her fate for her.

He was brought out of his thoughts by a familiar jingle, pulling out his phone to see a message from Marinette.

Are we still on for tonight?

FOR THE FIRE I MEAN.

I just don't want you to get in trouble! You're sure???

He chuckled, his shoulders easing at Marinette's usual enthusiasm. It was adorable that she was worried about him and not what they were planning to do.

He typed back immediately, I'm sure, Marinette. Don't worry.

He glanced at the drawer under his bed, where all the Adrien pictures were. He imagined Adrien's face plastered all over Paris, flashing back and forth between Adrien himself and Chat Noir.

He felt like he shouldn’t be shocked by the revelation, though he wouldn't be able to quite explain why.

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Luka looked over his work once more, checking to make sure the fire would start properly. It'd been a while, but he at least hadn't gotten rusty and even got a congratulatory pat on the back from his mother when she'd seen him carrying the supplies. Had she known that it was Marinette's decision to do this, she would've married them on the spot herself.

As he eyed the box of Adrien pictures set out, he had to bury another slew of thoughts. He knew it was right to try and get rid of Marinette's string, but and he felt guilty knowing that he’d be satisfied at seeing the pictures burn for reasons outside of Marinette.

Speaking of whom, he looked up as he heard a familiar set of footsteps to see Marinette herself heading towards the Liberty, having just made her way down the stairs. She was dressed fairly lightly for nighttime, but wore a fluffy pink shawl around her shoulders to make up for it. Considering what they were doing, it made sense that she wasn't concerned about the cold.

The gangplank had already been put up for her, so she walked across with a smile that warmed him more than the eventual fire would. "Hey."

He smiled back, plopping down comfortably on the seat behind him. "Hey."

She gripped her shawl closer to herself as she glanced at the setup for the fire, the moonlight briefly shining off of her earrings. Luka attempted to avert his gaze from them, but only ended up staring at the red string around her neck. He gave up looking at her entirely at that point, checking the setup again as if it was extremely important to do so.

"You can sit anywhere," he offered, gesturing vaguely to all of the mismatched seats he'd placed around the future fire. He'd wanted to make sure she'd have options, though he hoped the designer side of her didn't mind the chaos of it all. He'd just grabbed whatever spare seating they'd had.

Marinette's eyes scanned over the various choices. Giggling, she replied, "Thank you."

He nodded in acknowledgment. He wasn't in any hurry to get the pictures burned, even if burning them was their goal that day. He'd intentionally had her go slowly so as to test the red string as little as possible, and he planned on doing the same here.

"I brought one for you too," she suddenly said off to his side.

He looked over in curiosity and noticed her open purse, a large piece of blue fabric nearly bursting out of it. It took a bit of effort from her - he imagined that she'd wanted it to be a surprise - but she managed to pull it out, presenting him with a shawl that matched hers exactly outside of its color. He smiled in appreciation of her thoughtfulness, then reached for it before realizing with a start, "Wait. Marinette, did you make these?"

Before she could answer, he took the shawl in his hands, turning it every possible way. Without a doubt, it was her handiwork, and along the back was where the design broke with a Marinette.

"Yeah," she confirmed, and he could practically hear her shy blush. "It's just—you're doing this for me, but even if you weren't, I don't want you to get cold, so..."

"It's great," he cut in firmly, leaving no room for doubt on her end. "Soft. Comfortable. I wish I was better with fashion to say more."

"No, you said more than enough," she assured, taking a seat next to him. That fact looked both silly and intimate given the multiple other seats she could've chosen instead, but he tried not to think about it.

Instead, he gave a curious glance at her pink shawl, silently comparing it to the one she'd given him. "...You didn't have to make it blue," he commented, and clarified before she could think anything bad, "I would've happily worn your colors."

She gave him a look, though didn't seem weirded out by the idea. "But... it's pink."

"What's wrong with pink?" he asked, genuinely confused. "It's your color."

She blushed, her shoulders hunching forward shyly. He didn't even bother taking back what he said, because he meant it; he might've favored blue when he picked out an outfit, but pink made him think of her.

It was much better than red at the very least.

Marinette pursed her lips in response, idly tugging at her shawl and seeming to be in an internal debate with herself. Apparently making a decision, she closed her eyes and breathed up, letting out a soft, "Okay."

He blinked and gave a tilt of his head to show his confusion. "Okay?"

She turned to him, resolutely pulling the fabric off of her shoulders. "T-then you can wear mine?"

He couldn't get another word out, too distracted by Marinette leaning towards him and carefully settling the shawl around his shoulders. Despite the bold move, she couldn't keep eye contact with him, awkwardly hanging onto the front of the shawl as she stared at his lap. She wasn't exactly warm or exuded any particular body heat - in fact, he was sure that her hands would be cold if he held them - but there was a comfort there that couldn't be matched by anyone else.

It took him a moment to make a move, at which point he remembered the fabric underneath his fingers. In a motion equally as careful as hers, he raised the blue shawl and settled it around her shoulders. She finally met his gaze, surprised, but smiled gratefully and released her grip on the pink shawl.

"You can keep it," she said quietly, with less shyness than before.

"Really?" he asked, placing a hand on the fabric to make sure it was what she meant.

She nodded, gripping her own as she replied, "A-as long as I can keep this one in exchange?"

He snorted, even covering his mouth to stifle a chuckle. "You made them, Marinette. Of course you can." He gave an obvious glance at the shawl to admire it. "I'd be happy to match with you."

She beamed at him. "Me too."

That topic officially concluded, his mind went blank for anything more and both of their gazes drifted to the unlit fire. He didn't have to look to know that she was shifting in anxiety in her seat, either wanting to back out or just get it over with.

"Are you ready?" he asked experimentally.

"Yes," she responded, perhaps a little stiffly but the resolve was there. She wanted this.

Luka stood briefly, and within the next few moments, the fire had been lit. The flames started out faint at first, then grew until it was something respectable, easily illuminating the small area around them. The slight chill from the wind dissipated as the fire warmed their skin, Luka hearing Marinette sigh in content harmony with him.

Neither of them took their shawls off despite the increased warmth.

The additional light from the fire made the box of pictures more obvious, with it sitting on a table not too far away. Luka took a step towards it, but Marinette was faster, grabbing up the box and turning to him with a determined expression.

"I have to do it," she insisted.

He didn't exactly disagree - this wasn't his battle - but it didn't stop him from looking nervously at the red string, the dangling part of it laying across her hand and dipping itself in the box, taunting him.

"How many do you want to do at a time?" He was careful in his wording, not wanting his tone to imply anything.

She furrowed her brows, staring down at the box in deep thought. Her fingers flexed against the cardboard, a small gust of wind blowing by and causing the fire behind her to whip around in protest.

"...All of them," she muttered, then met his gaze cautiously. "Will that be okay?"

Luka glanced at the fire, but it wasn't that he was worried about. The string would try to fight her, he was sure of it, and the only thing he wasn't sure of was if it would be better or not to let her go with her wishes. He half expected the string to physically drag her off the Liberty, and the mere thought caused his neck to sting.

But, he also believed in her. She was fighting fate herself without having used the snake even once, and he wasn't going to deny her if she thought this was best.

"Yeah," he assured. "Just don't get too close. I don't want you to get hurt."

She nodded, obviously not catching onto what he really meant.

Luka sat down on his chair, toying with the rips in his pants to keep his hands occupied as he watched her. Her posture was straight and confident as she faced the flames, despite the shake in her hands, and he was sure the fire in her eyes wasn't just a reflection.

He didn't see Ladybug in her place. There was only Marinette and everything that he already knew about her. Knowing what he did now wasn't surprising, but heartbreaking, and he couldn't be prouder of her for doing what she was trying to do.

To go against what everyone - even fate itself - expected of her. He couldn't relate on her level, but looking as he did and having the mother he did, he understood.

Finally, Marinette stepped forward, and the string was already tightening around her neck. She froze, shutting her eyes and clutching the box tighter as she mentally fought the sensation.

He barely managed to keep himself still.

She swallowed, taking another step and managing to open her eyes again. She squinted at the fire, either from the light or from her own resolve.

Then, all at once, she thrust the box forward, the pictures flying out and mingling with the flames. The fire flared up in response, practically roaring, and the string tightened further in protest. Marinette even let out a cry as she tossed the box aside.

Luka barely had time to react when she suddenly rushed towards him. He outstretched his arms and she filled up his lap, her heart seeking him out as she clutched his jacket. He wrapped his arms around her, hoping his comfort came through without words.

Her breathing was ragged, and he couldn't tell whether it was from the string or her emotions running high. He brought one of his hands higher up on her back, knowing that he could do nothing more for her but wishing he could.

He took solace in the fact that the worst of it was over.

Staring over her head, he watched as the pictures burned, blond turning black as the flames singed the pictures and reduced them to ashes. Marinette, meanwhile, remained against him, desperately clutching his fabric for wordless support. He honestly would've been okay being the only spectator to what she'd done, but she then shifted in his lap to glance behind her.

They watched the sight together, the fire whipping about with the wind like it was making sure the job was done as they'd wanted. In no time at all, there was no evidence of the pictures left outside of what was allowing the fire to burn brighter.

Marinette let out sigh of relief, collapsing against him again and nuzzling his chest. "What's wrong with me...?"

"Nothing," he replied, clutching her tighter. "You were amazing."

She looked up at him, possibly searching his expression to ensure he meant it, then offered a tired smile. She shifted again, but this time without any urgency or need. Luka sucked in a breath as she nestled her head against his shoulder, making herself comfortable on his lap while still being in a position where they could watch the fire together. Slowly, he relaxed, and they ended up not needing those other chairs after all, neither moving from their comfortable positions.

And, maybe it was just him, but the string seemed looser around her neck than it ever had before.

#au: Dread String of Fate #Dread String of Fate: writing #Flower Arrangement Shipping #Pro LukaMari #Lukanette

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Hey can u please do a teen wolf imagine set in season 2 where she is either Scott or stiles sister and she is sneaking around with isaac (they kinda had a thing before he got the bite and after isaac got more confident so he made a move)and isaac sneaks into her room at night and instead of Allison it’s is y/n that Matt was stalking and taking pictures of and obsessed with and he had pictures of her and isaac kissing and stuff and maybe he leaves the pictures in her locker and it freaks her out and you decide the rest. (Sorry it’s a bit dark)

Oh, I love me some Isaac!!! Forgive me if I get some details wrong, it’s been a while since I saw s2. And I’m gonna make you Scotty boi’s sister, because Melissa 🥰

You weren’t the dating type, much to the relief of your mother and your brother - and for some reason, Stiles, but you preferred to pretend that you didn’t know that. - which is why it was such a shock when you drag Isaac Lahey of all people to sit with them during lunch one day.

“I don’t think this is a good idea, Y/N-“ Isaac tires to say, shooting the boys a wary look, but you just shush him and shove him into a seat. You brightly grin at the shocked faces Scott and Stiles before confessing that you’d been dating Isaac for a while now.

Scott freezes for a full thirty seconds.

Stiles chokes on his hashbrowns, and almost dies in that same time period.

“Da- you’re dating him?” He splutters, pointing at a smirking Isaac. “You’re dating him? Oh my god, what the- Scott, say something.”

Stiles gives you a look that says ‘you’re gonna get it now’ which slowly slides off when Scott just keeps quiet, staring at you with wide eyes.

“Wha- Scott, say something.” He grits out, and you roll your eyes, tired of their dramatics.

“All right, enough! Seriously, people are staring.”

That gets Scott moving again, as he looks around to find that people are, indeed, staring. He’s still shocked because when did you start dating?? But now he’s asking questions like when did you two start dating? Why did you keep it a secret so long?

He always knew you kind of had a thing for him: all the flirty banter, and the lovelorn glances…

You and Isaac started up two months ago, you explain, but it’s been pretty low-key so that he can hide it from his dad. (You don’t outwardly say this, exchanging a specific look, but both you and Scott have been pretty sure something was going very wrong in the Lahey household — Scott had smelt blood and fear wafting off of Isaac way too often for it not to be.) So he kinda just?? Accepts it??

He’s concerned, duh, but you’re so happy and he doesn’t want to get in the way of that. But he sternly tells Isaac he’ll kick his ass if he hurts you. Isaac, to his credit, stifles his laughter and genuinely tells him that he’d rather die than hurt you; and that’s good enough for Scotty.

Of course, all of this changes when Isaac becomes a beta.

He does it for you. He wants to be able to protect you, to love you without fear of losing you or getting you in trouble. Derek’s assured him that your protection is a priority of the pack, because even in his slightly power-greedy Alpha state, Derek wouldn’t let what happened to him and Paige happen to his beta.

Stiles and Scott hover around you throughout the whole time Isaac is suspected of murdering his father. Sheriff Stilinski tried to kick them out during your questioning, but they squeezed onto the small couch in his office and just stared at him the whole time. You were shocked and scared and obviously didn’t know anything, so he sent you home pretty quick.

Melissa’s freaked out because 1) you lied to her?? 2) you’re dating now 3) and it’s a boy suspected of murder. So, yeah, maybe she’s questioning her parenting a bit, but she’s really trying to be supportive.

Scott corners Isaac at school (Stiles is there too, naturally) after the whole ice rink thing, without Erica or Derek, and he swears he’d never hurt you. Unfortunately, you walk in right at that moment.

You know when both of them are lying, so you force the truth of them, then and there. You get thrown off guard, of course — they thought you’d react like Stiles, or just like most of the people in those movies react: with a lot of surprise but general and immediate acceptance.

You do immediately do something: leave and avoid both of them for the next couple of days. Your mom’s curious as to why you’re so distant, and why Scott keeps begging you to talk to him, and why you’re avoiding him -- but ultimately, she lets sleeping dogs lie, because she hopes you’ll come to her with something really important.

You hang out with Lydia and Allison a lot more, Allison backing up for Scott by keeping you safe — she tries to defend him for you, but you make it clear you need a lot of time before you can think about that stuff. She also tries to turn you against Isaac, but you’re even more closed off to that.

Lydia is a fresh breath of air, because she is just as confused about this (even if it’s only possibilities and vague stuff) and she doesn’t wanna know more either. She keeps things light between you and Allison, and keeps your mind off of things. But it doesn’t work when Allison and the others drag you guys to your house for a weird “study session” that gets crashed by a giant lizard thing- god, this was your life now.

Isaac grabbed you, and locked you in a bathroom before the whole thing really started. You scream at him to stop, scream for Scott, and beat on his chest, but he just screws his eyes shut and forces you in there — he knows you’ll hate him afterwards, but he also knows you might run straight at the Kanima if it came for him or Scott.

You do hate him afterwards. A little part of you understands why he did it, and it’s unfortunately the same part that still loves him. But you’re still hugely pissed off, especially after Scott and Stiles tell you that he tried to kill Lydia. So the next day, when he tries to talk to you at school, you glare at him until he goes away.

In swoops Matt, all “charming” smiles and “funny” jokes. He sees his chance: months of watching you and Isaac be all cutesy had paid off. He knew what kind of humor you liked — unfortunately, all it did was remind you of your boyfriend and keep you guys at a distance.

God, he hated it. Bad enough that someone was keeping you from him, but that it was Lahey. The brother of the guy that drowned him, the son of the guy that screamed in his face about how it was his fault- no. He had to break you up.

So he consolidated all the pictures that he’d taken of you: candids of you at school, at home, at the coffee place you liked. He slips them into your locker, and watches you squirm and look around. It’s working. Then, it’s those pictures of you and Isaac, kissing at your secret spot, necking in your bedroom, smiling at each other — labels it “Remember the good times?”

You’re trying to talk about it to Scott, Allison and Stiles, but they’re busy with the Kanima. Lydia tries to help, but she’s so out of it and she has been for a while and you’re starting to get worried.

It gets to a point where you run to Isaac, tears in your eyes, and photographs in your hands. “Is this you?” You sob, and he just pulls you into his arms shushing you - “No! No, babe, I’d never do that!” - and promises to keep you safe. You stay glued to his side after that. Boyd is nice and calm, a contrast to Derek who creeps you out a little.

Through his first full moon, you stay with him and keep him grounded. Your voice keeps his father’s out of his head, keeps him in control.

You’re standing off in a corner, watching with a smirk as Erica - who you’ve gotten weirdly close to in the past few weeks - and Isaac double team Jackson (it’s actually… kinda hot? Especially because damn Isaac keeps looking at you); but your view gets obstructed by Matt. He’s trying to talk to you but you barely listen, keeping eye contact with Isaac over his shoulder. Then they leave with Jackson, and Matt makes a move on you. You flinch away so hard, you hit the counter and get the bartender’s attention.

You confront him about the pictures and he splutters for an excuse. The bartender kicks out Matt, seeing your distress, who’s now more desperate for your attention than ever.

Matt - or the Kanima- kidnaps you during Lydia’s party and keeps you in his basement. You’re scared out of your mind, begging for him to let you go, but he promises you that there won’t be anyone in your ways from now on. While everyone’s dealing with the fiasco at the police station, Isaac, Boyd and Erica come get you.

He’s trying not to cry when he sees your busted lip, the bruises around your wrists where you were tied down.

Boyd and Erica decided to leave, but Isaac didn’t want to leave you behind. So he goes to Scott and Deaton, and becomes a good guy, helps out with Jackson and everything!

He also starts living with you guys, which you’re very excited about ;) But Melissa is very careful about leaving you two alone. And Scott’s stupid senses screw you over in that he interrupts every time you get to more than kissing.

But you find ways. 😉😏😏

Hope you liked it! I think I changed a few things, and I tried to keep the canon timelines for everything, but yeah!

#isaac lahey #isaac lahey x reader #scott mccall #stiles stilinski #scott mccall x reader #stiles stilinski x reader #teen wolf #teen wolf x reader #teen wolf imagines #isaac lahey imagines #gabiwrites

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