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what if abby invited you to friendsgiving with nora, jordan, leah and manny and the salt lake crew (tho it’s kinda awks if/when owen and mel arrive) and it’s the first time you’re meeting the whole gang!! like you know manny and nora cause they are abby’s besties but meeting them all and having a Meal with them!!! oh you’d be so nervous and trying on a million things and abby has to calm you down with her hands running up and down your shoulders.
“relax chica, they already love you i promise”
you decide to bring a,,, Blueberry Pie and it’s a big hit and manny is at your feet asking for you to make him his own personal pie.
and you and nora and leah get excitedly loud at the table while talking about what movie you guys are gonna watch after desert.
and abby is just love!! sick!! watching you be with her people. cause you’re her Person!!!
later, when you guys go home and you’re whining about how full you are as you climb into her bed, she can’t help but say i told you so
“see? what were you so worried about? they love you almost as much as i do!”
“almost?”
“well no one could love you more than i do”
#haz saw this first <333#🫐🥧💓#happy holiday season to everyone#hope everyone had a great friendsgiving/thanksgiving#mads’ headcanons#abby anderson x reader#abby brainrot era#need a blackberry pie rn#but we only have a blueberry emoji …
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AITA for lying to my friends and causing someone to end their life?
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So I can find this later
Trigger warning for suicide.
In this situation I'm aware I fucked up badly multiple times, but I want to know for sure whether I was in the wrong. I went through the FAQ to check that this submission is okay and sorry if there's something disqualifying it I didn catch!
I (minor) was active in an online group where I made some online friends. The group was for preteens, teens, and very young adults (13-21.) I befriended one person, Blueberry (fake name, because emoji) and we became close over a few months. At one point they admitted they had a crush on me I didn't feel the same, but we agreed to stay friends and it didn't affect the friendship.
One thing about this group is that it was aimed at mental health. Me and this person had similar problems with depression and suicidal thoughts (both actively suicidal) and often talked when one of us was in a dark place. When Blueberry turned 18 things took a turn for the worst. Multiple times a week they had panic attacks (they were in the process of getting diagnosed with OCD and bad intrusive thoughts) or crisis and attempted several times. I got overwhelmed. Instead of establishing a boundary like I should have, I started ghosting them for a few hours if it got too bad. It got to the point I'd log on once or twice a day to check in, but instead of ever chatting, the conversation always ended in their next plan to kill themselves. This one was my fault, as we'd had casual convos about this stuff in the main group. I and others did what we could to help, like providing support and helplines. Blueberry did contact many and it saved them lots.
By this point Blueberry had done lots of other risky stuff. They lashed out and blocked a lot of mutual friends, made a fake account to pretend to be a young teen at one point (but deleted it when I asked), and other things. I didn't want to lose them as a friend so I covered for Blueberry when it was exposed. I should point out Blueberry was never mean to me they were really nice. They liked to learn about my interests and complimented me and others lots and I tried to do the same (learn about what they liked, tell them I was happy to hear from them, etx)
Obviously people of the group felt betrayed when they found out Blueberry was catfishing them as this younger teen. In Blueberry's own words, I was "the only one they could trust." Blueberry admitted again that they wanted to be more than friends, but since they were now 18 and I was still a few years younger than them I asked to just be friends because the age gap was uncomfy. They were okay with it. The next day, Blueberry said goodbye to me and deleted their account. I was really upset by this and we talked one last time where I wished them well and said how much I'd miss them but didn't think something was seriously wrong because Blueberry and me had discussed them leaving the group before because it was hurting their mental health.
Later a friend of both Blueberry and me reached out about their behavior the days before they left and some conversations I hadn't seen. All of us are pretty sure they didn't just delete their account—they killed themself. The goodbye message proved this. I was upset and angry that they were dead, said sorry to the group for lying to them about Blueberry catfishing, and left the group.
I think I may be the asshole here because I was really selfish here in not wanting to address Blueberry's really creepy catfishing (pretending to be a young teen, which knowing that they had romantic feelings for me could have led to them befriending people lots younger than them which is bad) because I didn't want to lose the friendship, and also because if I hadn't ghosted Blueberry using mental health as an excuse I don't think they would have killed themselves. If I am the asshole here, what could I do better next time if I have a similar problem again?
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A New Beginning: A Supergirl 6x20 Re-Write
Chapter Fourteen: Let The Party Begin
“Okay everyone, they should be on their way.” Kelly announced. “Kara has no idea about any of this, and most of you she hasn’t seen since the wedding.”
“I gotta say, Lena sure knows how to throw a party.” Sara brings Ava a Martini while they wait.
“I loved your proposal, babe, but I’m even going to admit this has the makings of a Hallmark movie proposal. If that Hallmark movie were also based on fanfiction.” Ava commented.
“Those may be unrealistic…” Iris joins them at their table.
“But you have to admit, Kara and Lena are what those couples should be in the movies.” Sam finished Iris’s thought, practically the same thing.
On the far side of the room we’re Barry, Cat and Lois.
“Cat, I’m surprised with your busy schedule, you managed to make it tonight.” Lois brings over a Bourbon on the rocks for Cat.
“When my best reporter and Editor and Chief is getting engaged to the woman who single handedly helped jump start the re-brand of CatCo with her foundation’s feature piece on female run businesses, I made sure to make time.” Cat takes a long sip of her drink.
“Come on, Miss Grant.” Barry gave her a knowing look. Kara had told him many stories about how Cat genuinely cared, she just had her image to upkeep.
“Oh, sweet, innocent, slightly naïve Bartholomew. If I didn’t know any better, you were acting like an alternate universe version of that charming insect man in those comic books movies; who most definitely drank the blood of a vampire to look as good as he does, to get me to reveal how I’m really feeling...”
Lois was the human embodiment of the wide eyed emoji. She was dying to see how this would play out.
“That, my dear human battery charger, is between Kiera and I. But, if it will satisfy the very clear, and annoyingly eager newborn puppy energy radiating off you…I am…beyond happy for the both of them.” Cat chugged the rest of her Bourbon. “Excuse me, I’m going to go take advantage of the open bar.”
Stifling her laughter from not only the reveal of Barry’s full name, but Cat reading him to filth, Lois had a mischievous gleam in her eye. “Bartholomew? Oh, I’m never going to let that go.”
Over by the window in one of the more lounge areas, Nia and Esme were having some girls' time. “Here you go Esme, one Dream Girl.” Nia sets before her a tall glass of a lemon-lime soda, blueberry simple syrup and blue curaçao syrup with a blueberry garnish; the virgin mocktail of her actual drink.
“They gave you your own drink, Aunt Nia?” Esme stared at both in awe. “Have you had one before? I would be bragging about it all the time.” Picking up the drink, she took a big sip to savor.
“It is pretty cool, isn’t it?” Nia gleefully took a sip of her own cocktail as she waited for the verdict from Esme. “So, what do you think?”
“It is the best thing in National City, ever.” Esme giggled. “Do you think Aunt Kara is going to like the surprise?
“Not only do I think your Aunt Kara is going to like the party with all of us here, I think she’s going to like the way your Aunt Lena is going to ask her to marry her.” The plot twist: Lena had texted Nia that day that she had learned “Will you Marry Me?” in Kryptonian to surprise Kara. Just another layer to make the night memorable.
And closer to the doors were J’onn, Ruby, Kelly and Alex. “So Ruby, your mom told me that you managed to get an internship with Lena at her Foundation?” Kelly slides that into their conversation.
“I did!” Ruby loved telling people about her job for two reasons: she wanted to inspire others, and she wanted to make a difference in the world. “For my Business Administration class we had to write a paper on our favorite CEO, and…I actually chose Aunt Lena. I actually brought that as her engagement party present. And, for Aunt Kara I got her a cookbook that has all different kinds of potsticker recipes.”
“I think she just put everyone here to shame when it comes to gifts.” Alex jokingly nudged her shoulder. “But seriously, those are some of the best ideas I’ve heard, and I know they’re going to love them.”
“And I think I speak for everyone not only at this table, but everyone here in general, that this party is the culmination of a long and winding history that has ended with hardly any stress.” Nobody said it, but J’onn had definitely jinxed it.
“Attention everyone!” Brainy had come in from outside, watching for Kara and Lena. “Kara and Lena have landed a block away and there is a 96.4% chance they will see the rest of you if you don’t get to the designated hidden area behind the wall.”
“I guess that's our cue.” Iris starts to lead everybody in that direction.
“That means we better hide too. Kara doesn’t even know we’re here.” Kelly picked up Esme as the immediate family went to a different designated area.
“I think Aunt Kara is going to be speechless, which is a first since she likes to talk a lot.” Esme jokingly burned her family, another Danvers thing she picked up rather quickly.
“I think you might be right, kiddo.” Alex gave Kelly a look as if to say, “She gets that from me, and I apologize in advance.” all while stifling a chuckle.
*Meanwhile outside the door*
“I still can’t believe you managed to get the whole restaurant…just for us.” Kara stared up at the iridescent neon sign above them, before meeting Lena’s gaze once more. “I know I say this all the time, but you’re incredible.”
“You’re worth it, Kara. Always have been.” And as she opened the door, and they both stepped inside in unison…
“SURPRISE!!!!!”
“Oh my god!” Kara’s identifiable cackling through her shock was her sign that she definitely loved the surprise. “How did you get everyone here?” Everyone filed over to give Kara a hug.
“Well, it’s not every day one of your friends decides to not only reveal their identity, but get an entire spread in a magazine as well? We had to come.” Sara’s signature dimples accompanied her to give Kara a hug. “Might I add, those photos…I may be married, but I stand by what I said when we first met.” They both then exchanged a knowing grin.
“Now that everyone is here, I think we can get this party started.” Alex declared throughout the entire room.
“Alex is right.” Kara was already at the center of the dance floor. “Brainy, please tell me you have a good playlist on that computer of yours.”
“Fear not, for I have several that are a 100% chance to have everyone getting down at the gig, as they would say on this Drag Race.”
Nia nods with approval at the use of vocab.
With the push of a button, everyone was immediately having fun. All inhibitions were gone, and the guests were being absolutely ridiculous in the best possible way.
“So what time do you plan on popping the question?” Cat pulled Lena aside before they joined in the fun.
“Before dessert.” Lena quickly answered, having thought to herself she’d hesitate.
“As much as that sounds like something out of an Indie Rom Com, that’s perfect. Especially for Kiera. Cat cracked a rare, unforced smile. And in front of Lena.
“Thank you, Miss Grant.” Lena hung back a bit, just to watch the love of her life, be the absolute goofball she fell for in the first place. And within the next few hours of everyone eating, drinking and dancing the night away, they would all be present for a declaration of love for the ages.
Here is Chapter 14, guys! Sorry I didn’t post it yesterday, I ended up getting busy. Anyways, hope you enjoy. 🤗
#supergirl#supercorp#supercorp endgame#supergirl cw#katie mcgrath#lena luthor#kara danvers#melissa benoist#fanfic#fanfiction#my otp#i miss them#they own my heart#future writers in the writers room#author in the making#queer writers#all of the fluff and cuteness before the angst#i love proposals
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A night of escalation
(a continuation of A night of uncertainty)
We arrived at the restaurant right on time. The ride was very quiet. Grayson sat off to one side, silent and still as a statue. Face as stone.
Savannah wasn't any better. She seemed more relaxed, but kept herself at a distance.
I decided trying to talk to them wouldn't be a good idea. Instead, I buried myself in my phone. Looking on Pinterest in between texting with Slater.
Me: Warning! Grayson is in a foul mood.☹️
Slater: Don't worry I can handle him.
Me: I know. Don't say anything to rile him up.
Slater: I'll try not. No promises.
I sighed. This was going to be a long night. I sent him a text.
Me: For me, will you?
Slater: *Sighs* Yes. For you dear, I will.
Me: You're the best!!❤️❤️❤️
He didn't respond. I could see the eyeroll he was making at that moment for my use of emojis. He never used them, like someone else I know.
The five star restaurant was quiet, only an occasional loud voice here and there. We were led to a private room in the back. To my surprise, Matias Slater was already there.
I was even more shocked by what he was wearing. Usually attired in a ratty T shirt and pants, this time he had on a simple, but nice black two piece suit. A causal shirt could be seen underneath the dress coat. I tried not to think that he had pulled out all the stops for me.
"Gigi." He replied stiffly, all the while looking at Grayson with hard eyes.
"Slate." I said, using his nickname. "Nice to see you."
He nodded but didn't respond.
"Well," Savannah said, trying to loosen up the tension. "Let's eat."
We sat down to a hearty meal of grilled chicken, green beans, mashed potatoes, rolls, and blueberry pie for dessert.
There wasn't much talking. Honestly, it was me and Slater doing it, and that was hardly anything. There was no denying the tension in the room.
I thought we were going to make it unscaled, but then Savannah asked what Slater was doing for work.
He cleared his throat. "I gather information for my boss."
"Like an informant?"
"No, not exactly."
Savannah then saw the picture. "You're a spy."
Slater didn't deny it, but he didn't fight it either. Savannah didn't need him to, she saw.
"Well, I had no idea you were a spy. I assume it's for the government."
I tried not to laugh. Slater didn't work for the government.
"No." He replied "I don't."
"But," Savannah was cut off.
"He works for a girl named Eve." It was the first time my older half brother had spoken since we had started eating. His piercing blue eyes stared right into Slater's black ones.
"And who's Eve?" Savannah asked, for once unaware of what was going on.
"Grayson's old girlfriend." I said
"My boss." Slater replied at the same time.
"It's a long story." Grayson replied. "And one we will refrain from telling." His voice broached no agruement.
"I'll tell you." Slater said. I could see Grayson beginning to bristle.
"And I said no."
Slater didn't make a single move. No emotion whatsoever playing on his face or words. "If the young lady wants to hear it, I don't see why not."
"You leave Savannah alone." Grayson was getting riled. "And Gigi too for that matter. You are not to see her again."
"You're not her boss. Her mother is. She can tell her daughter who she can and can't see."
"You're right. But I'm sure she will agree with me that her daughter shouldn't be seeing a spy, or more less a murderer."
I gave a little gasp. "You murdered someone? You never told me that."
"You never asked." Slater was dead still. "And I don't know how you found out either." pointing it at Grayson.
"I have connections."
Savannah slowly raised herself with as much dignity as she could. "I believe it is time to go." she declared.
I stood as well. "Thank you Slate for meeting us. But Sav is right, we do need to go. It's getting late. Grayson, you coming?"
He looked up. "Yes, I am." Slater stood as well.
We were getting ready to leave when Slater called out. "Oh and Grayson? Eve wanted me to give you a message."
My brother turned ever so slightly.
"She said be careful what you say. It might come back to bit you."
#the brothers hawthorne#the inheritance games#grayson hawthorne#savannah grayson#gigi grayson#Matias Slater#dinner
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╰┈➤ ꒰🍓🪴🌱 ┊Katsuki Inspired Garden ꒱
『♡』 Do you want a garden? Do you also love Katsuki? This is a great way to have fun !! I really enjoy gardening n I think this would be a beautiful way to connect with my favorite boy.
🌶 Thai Chili Peppers
Hot hot hot! These are very spicy and I think that’s why it works so well for this garden. Much like his personality, these will burn. You can grind them into a paste, use them fresh, or make sauces and jams with them.
🌼 Pot Marigold
Often bright orange and red in color! Beautiful flowers that not only repel things like nematodes from your garden but they’re often used for herbal remedies. Some varieties of marigold are safe to eat. Big, bold beautiful flowers, just like ‘suki!
🌱Green Onion
Probably one of the easiest things in the world to do! Perfect to top most dishes. You can regrow these from scraps (3-4 yields) or you can grow from seed! I currently have like 10 green onions regrowing haha. I feel like these fit well with him, I’m sure tosses some onto his food for pizzazz.
🫐 Berries
Nitroglycerin tastes sweet. That’s the inspiration for this! I chose blackberries as I feel like they’re something Katsuki would enjoy. That being said you could always go for two blueberry plants, strawberries, and the like.
🌿 Herbs
Herbs are often fairly simple to grow and care for, unlike strawberry plants (mine still hasn’t given me a berry ugh). But they can be used for teas, tinctures, salves, and more. Some of the most common to grow are basil, mint, rosemary, and lemon balm ! You can also grow your own green tea !! Make lots of little salves to rub his shoulders and massage into his back after long days. Do not plant mint in the ground it’ll spread like crazy and never go away, use a pot.
🍠 Ginseng (if you’re brave)
Bare with me here.. couldn’t find a ginseng emoji. But yes, I think ginseng could be a beautiful addition to this garden. Here’s the one qualm: patience. Much like katsuki, you are going to have to be very patient with a ginseng plant. They grow very slowly, taking around a year or more just to germinate (yes, really). Ginseng is not for you if you aren’t ready to keep the plant for YEARS as it won’t be ready to harvest until then. You can find rootlets and seeds to make it easier but you will still need to be very patient.
🍵 Ginger
If you know that ginseng isn’t your thing, why don’t we try another root plant? Ginger! I can almost guarantee katsuki uses ginger often. You will still need lots of patience! These delicious roots take eight to ten months to grow. But that’s nothing compared to the 5+ YEARS for ginseng (unless you buy a root that’s already older haha).
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hihi!!!! so since anise hasnt posted on her account SINCE LAST FREAKING MONTH, we are going to post for her i mean she wont really notice since she is barely ever on her phone soooooo
ANYWAYS CALL US THE FRUIT SIBLINGS, just call me strawberry since that is my favorite fruit EVER!!!!
and call my other siblings blueberry and grape since those are their favorite fruits, blueberry will have blue text and grape will have green text
if you ever want to hit me up and hang out irl (or my other siblings) go to anise's bakery!!!!!
if you have something to ask us make sure to add "for the fruit siblings" or which sibling your asking questions to!!!!! (which will probably only be me because i am the more important one here ( ͡°³ ͡°) )
my emoji will obviously be 🍓 and i think its obvious which emojis my siblings will use
BYE BYE!!!!!!
#🍓#the fruit siblings#disney twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland oc roleplay#twst oc rp#twistedwonderland#twisted wonderland oc rp#twisted wonderland roleplay#disney twst#twst wonderland#twst oc#twst oc roleplay#twst roleplay#twst rp#twisted oc#twst#twisted wonderland oc#twisted wonderland rp#twisted wonderland#anise's bakery
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Item list post + Templates!
for random withdrawals, ask: "🎲 [blog @ if youre on anon]" and add more dice emojis for the more random items! u can also request not to get certain things, like pokemon or eggs!
with withdrawing, ask: "withdraw [x amount] [y item] [z blog @ if youre on anon]" u can also add a comment if u want
when depositing, ask: "deposit [x amount] [y item]" with the option to add ur name, blog url, and/or a lil message at the end
also important note: for withdrawing u need a blog @ to send it to if youre on anon. we cant send things to anons. if you arent on anon, its fine. also u can still deposit stuffs when anon its just sending thats an issue..
🍒 - - Food, Berries + Medicine - - 💊
Cheri, Chesto, Pecha, Rawst, Aspear berries, X22 each from Barry F. Arem - “Someone sent these to me as a prank please take them off my hands.”
Herba Mystica, X2 of each type from Director Clavell (minus sour!) - “We still have a surplus of these after the Naranja-Uva Summer Sandwich Scramble, and I would like to avoid any more Maushold getting their hands on them! Please, take them if you wish!”
Oran Berry X16 from Anonymous - “you hunger”
Pecha and Mago Berries X2, Nanab Berries X5 from Ryu Anthizo - (no message provided)
Instant Coffee Palette X3 from koffing-time - “please lock this away. I trust your vault can hold this?”
Pecha-Pinap Berry Jam X8 from Anonymous - “Good harvest outta the greenhouse. One pint at a time.”
DX Gummy X8 from ifbench - “A sweet treat, and guaranteed to give you a rare quality!”
Chorizo X85 from Anonymous - “Keep stored cold. I overestimated how many i’d need for shiny hunting.”
Packing Peanut X49 from Anonymous - (no message provided)
Purple mug of mint tea, (hopefully) steaming, 3 sugars! X3 from theo! - “i need to share tea with the world!!! also i have some mugs i never use!!! i don’t know how the item bank works but i’m pretty sure there’s some magic involved and maaaaybe that magic will keep this tea warm!”
Three days worth of rations X46 from Anonymous - “Do the rations taste good? Not really. But it’s three days you don’t have to worry about, if you’re in a pinch.”
PP up from Anonymous - “( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)”
Potions with Encouraging Messages wrapped around them X2 from theo!!! - “the messages don’t make the potions heal any more damage, but they’re nice, at least!”
Half Empty Booster Energy Capsule from Trace Sawyer - “don’t drink it it’s Bad”
Nomel Berries from Fuuka Yamagishi x7 - “Lemons!?”
5 of each nature mint (unsure if this is meant to be given out individually?) from Kohaku - “feels like i’ve been taking a lot, so figured i’d give some stuff in exchange :)”
A box full of 11 fruit juice boxes x1 from Anonymous - “no war, only peace.”
Perfect Apple X8 from ifbench - “They really are delicious.”
Basket of lemons x 15 “hands you a basket of”
2 (two) pokepuffs from bandidodododo
x5 baskets of Poképuffs (A dozen in each basket) from Auberi Bellerose - “I’ve been… stress baking and ended up with way more of these than I know what to do with. Two are all strawberry, two are all chocolate, and one is all matcha.“
Box of Great Value Blueberries X100 from @alamos-garden-lover - “I have no idea where these came from, all I know is that I cannot possibly eat all of them before they go bad.”
Ojama Berry X50 from Anonymous - “a berry from my region that slows pokémon down. Apparently they aren’t found outside here so thought I’d share!”
5 foot long lemons from anonymous -when life gives you... lemons? make lemonade!
Drums full of honey 5X from a beekeeper of the flowroma combee and bug type association (not the apiary robot) - "Recently the honey storage here in flowroma's apiaries gotten a bit too full so we are donating some for free."
Jar of honey x20 from Apiary - "enjoy everyone!"
1x box of candy from blackthorn-legion-irl - "this is common for me but maybe it's rare for you?"
30 random pokéblocks, stored improperly, causing them to stick together into one big pokécasserole x1 from caprassecrethideout
A basket of assorted berries (Figy, Wiki, Iapapa, Aguav, and Mago) from Anonymous - “Hopefully still fresh by the time it's claimed~“
one spice jar with "DRUGZ" painted on it from Anonymous - “I thought it was funny but my mom didnt :(“
One pound ziptop bags of hot peppers x10 from Ellisa @adventures-on-foster-island -"I grew way too many. A healthy assortment of Jalapeños, Serranos, Cayenne, and Poblanos. Use at your own risk."
25 and a half assorted poke puffs because I really need to stop snacking on them.
can of Irn-Bru (Scottish version) 10x from blackthorn-legion-irl - Message: hey anyone in galar do you got an equivalent to this? crown tundra especially. i'll do you a trade
10x bowls of mushroom soup with bowtie noodles and meatballs from painfully-average-landa - My mushroom soup giveaway never happened. Now I have too much soup - They won't go bad for a while thanks to an invention of my dad's that he's attached.
Petlil leaves x2 from anonymous - "My Petlil shed them and I heard somewhere they have medicinal properties, so have these, if you’d like."
Casteliacones 408x From thisusernameisridiculous - my life savings:)
💡 - - Items + Tools - - 🛠️
Slightly used pair of kids tennis shoes x 1 “Kids and their growth spurts, right? They’re used ofc but now they’re free. The “thrift” store got sniffy with me about the scuffs.“
11 Leaf Stones
7 Fire Stones
Various graphic T-shirts, all women’s size medium. (x13)
Hairbrush x 19 “She bought more. I know it’s spite, but I think I’m just gonna sic our mom on her about “What were you even hoping to achieve with that? How did you win something out of this?“bc I sure as hell don’t know!”
Several unused embroidery kits (x5)
Gun X29 + Safety manual X29 from Hatsune Miku and Anonymous - “people don’t seem to buy gun held items so I’m giving them out!” “I support mikus efforts. git gud.”
Beginner’s Gardening Kit X1 from Lavender - “Seeds, plants, fertilizer and other gardening supplies available at @pokegarden-center-owner! Inquire about our selection”
Mega Stones (1X of each, minus Altaria, Banette, Garchomp and Sableye) and a Key Stone for each from Millen - “I had some extras! Please give 1 mega stone and 1 key stone at a time :)”
Self-Care Kits X28 [consisting of Pokémon coloring books with colored pencils, some Tapu Cocoa mix, journals with daily writing prompts, some shelf-stable Poképuff mix, and a few Poké Toys] from Vanilla Cress - “I make some of these for clients, but I’ve come across an excess of them, so hopefully some people can make use of these!”
Feather X61 from Steve - (no message provided)
Sturdy Outdoor Camping Set (includes small tent, sleeping bag, pot, cord, water bottle and filter, and firestarter) X13 from Anonymous - “For whoever needs it”
Ribbons/Bows (Amaranth red, Apricot colored, Auburn red, Blood red, Candy Apple red, Cinbar colored, Coral colored, Crimson red, Fuschia, Salmon colored, Mahogony colored, Rose red, Ruby colored, Scarlett red, Sunset colored, Safety cone colored, Marigold yellow, Mint green, Chartruse, Neon green, Cyan, Sea green, Aqua, Azure, Navy blue, Cobalt blue, Cornflower blue, Turquoise, Ice blue, Periwinkle, Sky blue, Ultramarine, Lavender, Plum, Violet, Royal purple, Hot pink) X6, (Holographic foil, Copper, Silver, Rose gold) X60, (Gold) X6000 from Anonymous - “More bows than anyone could possibly need (to be given in bundles of 6 (except the gold. all at once. I wanna see someone get it))”
Ten inch cast iron skilets and Twelve inch cast iron skillets, X1 of each from Anonymous - “One of each in a set.”
Type-Themed Crystal Necklace X10 (X1 per type, minus Dragon, Ground, Normal, ghost, fairy, water, dark, fire and steel) from Anonymous - “Put it on, and you’ll transform into a Pokémon of the associated type. I no longer need all of them.”
Another full set of type-transformation crystals. x 15 (every type except normal, electric, ghost and dragon) “ I don’t even- just take them. They’re not needed”
Tera Shards (Ghost X98, Rock X99) from grace - “please take them”
25x Pokémon TCG Booster Packs - TCG Island Anon
Stardust X4989, Star Shard X38, from ifsobblewereafairytype - (no message provided)
Poison Barb X94 from Kenneth - “I’m running out of room to put these and Marty said I can’t keep leaving them at their lab U^ｪ^U feel free to keep one if you want!”
Blank Wonder Orb Template X50 from ifbench - “For all your orb-crafting needs!”
Emera Powder Canister X48 from ifbench - “This rainbow powder is brimming with energy.”
Wands (Switcher, Slow, Guiding, Surround, Health-Swap, Confuse, Two-Edged, Petrify, Stayaway, Slumber, Pounce, Tunnel, and Warp) X5 of each from ifbench - (no message provided)
Connection Orb X5 from ifbench - “Talk to the people you know without being together in person!”
Rescue Team badges (Rookie, Standard, Gold, X1 of each), Exploration Team badges (Standard, Gold, Guildmaster, X1 of each), HAPPI Team badge X3, Expedition Team badge X3 from ifbench - (no message provided)
Delta Pokemon Creator (Bug X6, Fairy X11, Fire X12) from Professor Sequoia Tree - “Apply to egg and it will be the desired type when it hatches. If a Pokemon is multi-typed it will replace the secondary typing. If Mono-typed it will replace the primary typing.”
Scatterbang X9 from trace - “never ended up using these lol”
White, Unisex T-shirts with a sparkly pink Barbie logo in a variety of sizes X48 from championbarbie-swimmerken - (no message provided)
Winter Coat X6 from Anonymous - “warm.”
particularly Stealthy Rocks X7 from intern - “doing arceus’s work”
Safety Pin X995 from Anonymous - “This is like, a thing people never realize they need until they need one, right?”
Hairbrush X3 from Anonymous - “I don’t even know why my sister bought so many… It’s not like she’s constantly breaking them (Note: They’ve been in the back of the closet for a month and this isn’t all of them. She will not notice. And if she does, I’m declaring that she has a problem)”
Small Pikachu Plushies, each wearing a blue jacket and shades X44 from Anonymous - “uhhh don’t tell my boss I rescued them lol. some promotion?? thing?? happened locally?? semi locally at least. and they didn’t sell for shit, so it was this or to the bins with them.”
Ragon / [Unidentifiable pokemon plush] (shows up in system as teru-sama) / “Trading an item back, it’s a Kōnya shaped one!” x 1
Time Gears X4 from ifbench - “They can only be taken out one at a time. They only stabilize time, not destabilize it, so it should be ok!”
Piles of Stealth Rocks x9 from Intern - “get fucked lmao”
Cake Lure Base. Each contain: 5x of each: Cake Lure, Springy Mushroom, Dazzling Honey, Plump Bean, Hearty Grain 5x from Anonymous - “go ham. only give out one at a time”
Heavy-duty boots x7 from Anonymous - “Prepare for trouble! And make it double! to protect the world from hazard-setting!”
Ball capsule each with a coresponding set of seals (make sure to give a seal set and a ball capsule together!) x23 from Anonymous - “I’ve heard that ball capsules and seals are hardly used at all outside of Sinnoh, which I think is an absolute shame! As such, I decided it would be a great idea to share some! I hope everyone has fun with them! <3”
Dynamax band X16 from Anonymous - “go raise hell:)”
Ex-Champion Blake’s Rare League Card X23 from Klara! 💖☠️ - “Teehee~! It’s been a minute since I’ve messed with my “favorite” little rival <3 I know just how embarrassed they get over this dorky old photo! Sorry (not really) in advance Blake-y! Enjoy, league card collectors! P.S I still pull off the pink hair better”
Pikachu Face Guitar Pick X0 from Guitarist Helena - “Rock on”
A Stack of Wood Planks X3 from Anonymous - “The site had gotten more than what was ordered”
3 (three) magician sets! (basically just your typical magician stuff like a deck of cards, one of ose tophats. you can hide stuff in, fake handcuffs, usual magician stuff. can only be obtained randomly because ✨magic✨) from bandidodododo
3 photos of Intern's eevee, Ruth, laying on his back. to be distributed one at a time.
Not Very Stealth Rocks (pointed rocks painted in neon green): 5 sets from Anonymous - “colon three”
Piece of paper, reminiscent of a permit X2 from Anonymous. it says: "please do not sword"
Bow X1 from Anonymous
Arrow X30 from Anonymous
Lopunny suit (NOT AN ACTUAL LOPUNNY) X1 from Anonymous - “heheh ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°”
Scale models of Kanto, Johto, Hoenn, Sinnoh, Unova, Alola, Galar, Paldea, and Orre. Fully modeled, down to the tiniest details. X1 from anonymous -(no message provided)
Everstones X1 from anonymous -(no message provided
Golden dabloons X99 from swordsman -Im trying to reduce my hoard
Books about corviknight x4 from Ben(@me-and-my-6-corviknights) - Nearly everyone I know bought me the same book for my birthday and I already had a copy so here you go! Hope I can ignite someone else's interest in corviknight!
Pool noodles ×35 from anonymous - Wife said to pick up noodles from the store... didn't say which kind.
Blog revival token ×1 from anonymous -simply eat it to revive your blog.
3ft rubber ducks X1 from anonymous -"Never let me binge buy ever again !!"
Antidote (Weezing, Gengar, Revavroom),Antidote (Bug Types [Beedrill, Venomoth, Scolipede and the likes]),Antidote (Grass Types[Vileplume, Victreebel, Amoongus, Roesrade]), X10 Antidote (Toxicroak, Toxtricity),Antidote (Tentacruel, Quilfish, Toxapex),Antidote (Dragalge, Clodsire),Antidote (Arbok, Seviper),Antidote (Garbodor, Muk) X20 of each type of anodite (except for the bug type anodites) from Tix- "Be careful around poison types :)"
A set of type transformation bracelets except for ghost from anonymous
9 boxes of nevermelt ice (each box has 50 Nevermelt ice) from Safrina Shards
Lesbian-flag, Gay-flag, Bi-flag, Pan-flag Trans-flag, Ace-flag, Aro-flag, and (Genderfluid-flag X9) patterned bandannas X10 each from Local Queer Kobold - “Bandannas are cute, queer and LGBT+ folks all deserve to be cute, here you go!”
x49 bags of sand and x49 bricks from @skrub-dubs - "I'm sorry but Justy keeps throwing these at me. I can't keep ALL of this sand logically."
Bugium Z X10 from Anonymous - "I, uh, "borrowed" some from Guzma and now I have to hide what I "borrowed"
6 sided dice x9 from Anonymous
Squirtle keychain x3 from Anonymous
37 packs of double a batterys from @iheartnimbassacity - “i dont really need these anymore, and they are taking up space. they are all brand new, 50 batterys to a pack.”
Box of Dice x0 from Anonymous - "Hello! Gotta give these away accordin' to me mum so I won't play Dungeons and Druddigons with my friends an'more :(. Please take care of them." NOTE : "Rayquaza set was drenched in Max Ooze last time it was played with. Please wash before use."
Totally not stolen bracelet X1 from Shadow-but-pokemon
Crumpled piece of paper X1 from Shadow-but-pokemon
Various Horse Pokémon tack and food (x3 bridles, x3 saddles, x3 saddle pads, x3 breastplates, x3 sets of leg wraps, x5 bags of nutritional hay pellets, x5 boxes of green heart-shaped cookies) from Paisley (@pokehorsegirl) -"For any other riders out there cause I know equestrian stuff can be expensive! 💚 Sorry I only have Galarian tack :( The cookies are for horse ‘mons by the way, not people! I mean, you can eat them if you want, but they probably don’t taste very good! 😅"
Drake stone x35 from @axisiaprofessorgum - "They don't seem to have these in other regions. I wonder if any pokemon outside of Axisia evolve with these?"
19x copies of Honedge-Line Care Guide with poorly drawn Aegislash on it. From: Riv ( @aegislash-logs ) -" I trust like half of this site with these sword pokemon."
Gay flag x4; trans flag X0; nonbinary flag X4; genderfluid flag X5; genderqueer flag X5; agender flag X5; intersex flag X5 from anonymous -"woe, gender be upon ye!"
148 life-size Steelix plushies. From anonymous
L XL Jigglypuff plush! 0X from anonymous "They accidentally delivered one too many. It's very huggable!"
3 coupons for 3 free Gem Apples each*, to be distributed separately.(Each coupon is handwritten and drawn, with the following extra message on them: "Come visit my market stand! Route 1, Melemele Island, Alola -"I also sell my wares online! magolor-pkmnirl on Rotomblr *approximate value of 300 pokedollars - 100 per apple")"
1x keychain of kirby with a life ring from blackthorn-legion-irl - "got this boi twice before getting waddle dee, sharing the love"
198x USB drives, each containing 1x .mp3 file of Banana Man by Tally Hall and 1x .mp4 file of the Banana Man official video by Tally Hall from adventerousclownery - "figured since this world doesn't call 'em bananas y'all wouldn't have this song, so I wanted to share it around :3"
Porygon Halloween skins X3 from @i-can-haz-catmons -"Note: just install them on your Porygon and bam instant Halloween costume"
Pack Of Socks (7 pairs) 2x from galactic-grubbin - no (applicable) message
pair of heelies (size S) 1x from anonymous - "have a wheely good time!"
pair of heelies size L. 9x from anonymous - "don't worry i needed to ah. offload some of these anyway :) the item bank can't be traced by the IRS, right?"
Luigi Body Pillow 1x from anonymous
HF Blade Replica 1x from anonymous - "it's definitely not real, I promise"
347 life sized Wailord plushies. from that steelix plush anon
5 life-size shiny Wailord plushies from The same person who submitted the life size Steelix and normal Wailord plushies. - “I made all these myself :3”
A single box of steel wool from Store Manager - “It seems we over-stocked on these”
x16 rotom motors from Anonymous - Hope y'all like making a few RCs with these!
Five Dimensional Tickets. To use, think of the person you most wish to see, and you will be transported to their location. Dimensional Tickets are only intended to be utilized to teleport to beings that are alive in your dimension at your point in the timeline.
9999x life size joltix plushs from Anonymous
Pictures of Articuno 34× from anonymous "why do I have these"
galarian fire badge x28 from badge thief (aka gym-badge-collector) - "uwu"
🔴 - - Pokéballs - - ⚪️
400x Reshiram feathers from Blake - "he sheds like crazy 😭😭😭"
Rose Incense 420x from anonymous "blaze it"
Friend, Lure, Dusk, Heal, Heavy Balls, X10 each from friendball-irl - (no message provided)
Heal Ball X97 from plasmaapologist - “just… dont ask.”
Love Ball X17 from Anonymous - “Love is in the air? WRONG. Get in the ball.”
Poké, Great, Ultra balls, X1987 each from Anonymous - “catchin time”
Premier balls X20 from witheld - (no message provided)
Luxury balls X9 from Kohaku - “feels like i’ve been taking a lot, so figured i’d give some stuff in exchange :)”
Hisuian* Pokéballs X970 from Anonymous - “Oops. Give them out in batches of 10.”
Plasma Ball X1 from Anonymous
Pokéball X10 from Witness - <[Bzzt! I believe these will now be better suited to someone else. Thank you in advance!]>
🐶 - - Pokémon - - 🐱
Growlithe (Shiny, Newly Hatched) x0 from Anonymous - “i dont know if i can deposit pokemon here, but i cant take care of this guy.
Frakenstuffel X20 from Laplace’s Demon - “:)”
Spinarak (Premier Ball) X137 from Gorge Henry - “I finally got my shiny you can have the extras”
Heracross (Friend Ball) X1 from Toby - “For my fellow bug type trainers out there!”
Nacli from a guy who had a few of these Lil dudes - "Depositing a nacil in the bank hopefully someone will take the little salty guy out here."
Delta/δ Psychic Treecko from Anonymous - "how did this happen"
Pidove (Normal X3, Shiny X2) from @shadow-but-pokemon - “My Litten keeps bringing these home and then frees them in my room”
Scatterbug X3 from Anonymous
shiny starly (normal pokeball) x10 from @skittyentropy - "Please for love of arceus just take them"
🥚 - - Eggs - - 🐣
Charmander Eggs X1 from Anonymous - “i cant raise these guys, someone please take care of them!”
Skarmory Egg X14 from Fulgora - “give these to those trustworthy or good with steel types”
Phione Egg X2 from A - “I AM RUNNING FOR MY LIFE TAKE THESE OFF OF ME PLEASE.”
Goomy Egg X13 from Amy Goop and Anonymous - “since ur making that surprise item withdrawl, I just thought it’d be fun to send some of the goomy eggs I have :D” “I’m depositing the goomy egg because I’m stuck in a hailstorm and I don’t want the egg to crack from the hail”
Zorua (Hisui* Breed) Egg X6 from Devi - “I am trying to get rid of the 27 zorua eggs and this is a good start, probably”
Tauros (Kanto Breed) Egg X1 from Anonymous - “Yeehaw”
Jirachi, and Diancie eggs (1X each, All three are identical) from cc - “uh… could you have it so people cant purposefully withdraw them? it has to be by chance. also only give them out one at a time or something..?”
Regular Egg X100 from Anonymous - “regular eggs to give to people :D (each one is actually a separate ditto)”
Vulpix Egg X110 from Anonymous - “So, apparently getting startled and thusly falling off the fucking cliff, away from your very active picnic, leaving you to crawl your way back over several days…. I am not greatly impressed with 2/6 of my pokemon right now. I’d say mad, but… this is not the first time I’ve fallen off a cliff. Wasn’t even the first this week. Rights to be worried over were revoked well before this.”
Tatsugiri Eggs X10 from Anonymous - “tatsugiri be upon ye” “woe, even more Tatsugiri for the world”
Buizel, and Pawmi egg x3 (each) from Florence - “Still have some eggs left over that I need to find good homes for. Please make sure these end up in safe hands.”
Greavard Egg x2 from Florence - “Still have some eggs left over that I need to find good homes for. Please make sure these end up in safe hands.”
Smeargle Egg X3 from Kohaku - “feels like i’ve been taking a lot, so figured i’d give some stuff in exchange :)”
Void Shadow egg X5 from ifbench - “Like a Ditto, but much, much more terrifying!”
Dreepy egg X5 from historianofgalar - "because I keep finding them"
Eevee Egg X1 - (parents are a female Leafeon and either a male Jolteon, a male off colored Cyndaquil, or a male Sprigatito) from alex-and-pokemams “I don't know what to do with this... someone can have it and give it a good home!”
Hatenna eggs X1 from based-trainer-ace "my hatterene turned out to be a HARLOT /lh"
Growlithe eggs X7 from @dragoneyejewellery -you know that arcanine and Inteleon share an egg group? because I sure fucking didn’t
Scatterbug Egg X12 from Anonymous - “those damm Vivillon got at my berry trees again”
Sinistea egg, x1 from Truce - It's a long story, but I don't need this.
Fletchling eggs x6 from Deidre - "the dumb Fletchling pair who keep trying to nest outside my forge keep forgetting I have a Weavile who WILL try to eat them, so they keep dumping their eggs on me. I have nowhere else to take them so here"
💿 - - TMs + HMs - - 📀
A stack of unlabeled TMs (x50)
TM92 Trick Room x39 from pastmyprimeape - “Stocked up because they were on sale, and now I have stacks of discs, thank you for your help.”
X12 of various bug type tms from Item Maker Alpha - “too many resources and now we got too many bug TMs to hold or make use of”
- - Other - -
treasure chests x 48. “A surprise in a surprise!”
N/A from Anonymous x-1 - “there is an item here i swear! the item is n/a :3 no idea what effects it has but hey! maybe someone wants an item that doesn’t technically exist!”
Exclamation points!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! X525495 from Rosie!!! @oh-shinx - “I have plenty more!!!!!!!!!!! So here are some of my spares!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
A very detailed painting of a Mankey and Incredible muscle pain 1x from Anonymous - “Because my life is hell.”
Odd Keystone + one (1) malevolent spirit + master ball from Anonymous - “to be given out together”
A 2 bedroom 1 bathroom house from N/A - “does anyone want a house. lol”
Sadnesses and worries (x96) from anonymous -"I'm finally free!"
Closet filled of Pokemon costumes (costume amount is not specified)
george X1 from george
Pokèdollar X5,000,000 from N/A - “haiii :3 I’m laundering this can you hold it for me for a few months ^^”
x49 Sand attacks. Just sprays the withdrawer with sand as soon as they withdraw it from Anonymous - "FUCK YOU FOR NO REASON IN PARTICULAR"
x49 moves recover. It'll heal the person as soon as they withdraw it from Anonymous - "i love you for no reason in particular! :3"
Glunch X01 from anonymous -"It's the glunch man it's pretty self explanatory."
¯\_(ツ)_/¯ x1
200 stealth rock piles from _Intern from @poke-irs-real - note: Been working on this for a while.
ERROR, ITEM NOT FOUND. X1
(*another name for Ancient Sinnoh)
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I’m so incredibly thankful for each and every one of you. I see every follow, like, reblog, & comment, and I’m so happy to recognize so many of you now. Since I started this blog, your requests have been so amazing.
To commemorate 350 followers, I decided to start my own prompt event! This is the main post (I’ll pin it to my page!) with the prompts. To enter your request, follow the rules below and create your string of emojis (prompts!) in my ask box!
Rules
Please only request NSFW prompts if you’re 18+ (obviously I have no way of checking this with anon requests, but please respect this request nonetheless)
Anon submissions are allowed
One request at a time (one strand of emojis per submission)
Limit of two characters per request
Multiple kinks allowed (within reason)
find the rest of my usual rules (here)
Request submission cutoff is November 10th 2022
Please note: I will accept any variation of these prompts, but I reserve the right to select which ones I write. If I don’t pick yours for whatever reason, please know it isn’t personal! I will try my best to do as many as I can.
I will be accepting prompts until November 10th 2022, but the actual writing will continue until I have finished all of the prompts I choose to accept. So even if your prompt isn’t written before the deadline, it may still be completed afterward!
How to submit your request
In my ask box, create your string of emojis that correspond with the prompt elements. You can either type the emojis themselves or physically write out what the emojis are.
Example:
(🚬 + 🔞 + 🟢 + 🍌 + 🔪)
Or
(Tree + green check + blue circle + corn)
Request Details
Character
Kakashi - 🥷 (ninja)
Shikamaru - 🚬 (cigarette)
Kiba - 🐕 (dog)
Naruto - 🍥 (naruto)
Iruka - 🎂 (cake)
Yamato/Tenzo - 🌳 (tree)
Sasuke - 🐍 (snake)
Rock lee - 😘 (kiss)
Sai - 🎨 (paint)
(Sorry if you don’t see the character you want here, these are the ones I feel comfortable writing!)
Rating
SFW - ✅ (green check)
NSFW - 🔞 (over 18)
Reader’s gender
Female - 🔴 (red circle)
Male - 🔵 (blue circle)
Neutral - 🟢 (green circle)
Prompts
“It’s a good thing I was here to save your ass.” - 🍎 (apple)
“I’d like to see you try.” - 🍌(banana)
“You should’ve just said so.” - 🍇 (grape)
“Make me.” - 🥭(mango)
“Please don’t go.” - 🍍(pineapple)
“I’ve got nowhere else to be.” - 🥝 (kiwi)
“If you don’t kiss me soon, I’ll probably die.” - 🥒 (cucumber)
“I’m not leaving.” - 🫐 (blueberry)
“Aw, it hurts? Too bad. You’re gonna keep taking it until I’m satisfied.” - 🥦 (broccoli)
“Come. Sit.” - 🫑 (green pepper)
“Did I give you permission to do that?” - 🥕(carrot)
“Good girl/boy—that’s a good fucking girl/boy.” - 🧀 (cheese)
“Open up.” - 🥓 (bacon)
“What pretty noises you’re making for me...am I making you feel good?” - 🧈 (butter)
“You look so pretty like this.” - 🍐 (pear)
“You heard me. I told you to take off your clothes.” - 🍒 (cherry)
“You. You are the one I love.” - 🌽 (corn)
“I’m not even sweating yet.” - 🍅 (tomato)
“Come and get it.” - 🥨 (pretzel)
“Ah, my friend looks like he’s about to kill you. You better leave.” - 🥩 (steak)
“I trust you.” - 🍟 (fries)
“I’ve been worried sick! Where the hell were you?” - 🥗 (salad)
“I’m here for you.” - 🍗 (chicken leg)
“Kiss me.” - 🥥 (coconut)
“I almost lost you.” - 🍞 (bread)
“I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.” - 🍑 (peach)
“Keep looking at me like that and we won’t make it to bed.” - 🍤 (shrimp)
“You heard me—take. It. Off.” - 🍣 (sushi)
“I fucking hate you.” - 🍪 (cookie)
“Let me do this, please.” - 🍵 (tea)
“You need some sleep.” - 🍿(popcorn)
“I’m only here for the dog.” - 🌭 (hotdog)
“Did I stutter?” - 🥧 (pie)
“How long have you been standing there?” - 🍯 (honey)
“Somebody’s in love.” - 🥢 (chopsticks)
“Am I interrupting?” - 🧃(juice box)
“Stop being a prick.” - 🧂(salt)
“I can’t get enough of you.” - 🍬 (candy)
“You’re really good at that.” - 🥪 (sandwich)
“Wanna join?” - 🦴 (bone)
“I want to taste you.” - 🧇 (waffle)
“I’m going to fuck you until you forget that asshole’s name.” - 🫒 (olive)
“Is that a drawing of me?” - 🥚(egg)
“I’ll keep you safe.” - 🥔 (potato)
“Touch yourself for me.” - 🍉 (watermelon)
“Stop distracting me.” - 🍋 (lemon)
Kink (Bonus)
Knife play - 🔪 (knife)
Degradation - ❗️(red exclamation)
Bondage - 👔 (tie)
Denied orgasm - ❌ (red x)
Domination - 🕯(candle)
Switches - 🔦 (flashlight)
Argument leading to kissing/smut - 💋 (lips)
Begging - 🔑 (key)
Blow job/oral - 💦 (drops)
Cock warming - 🍆 (eggplant)
Dry humping - 📞 (phone)
Fingering - 🤞(fingers crossed)
innocence - 🌸 (flower)
Jealous - 😡 (anger)
Mirror - 🪞(mirror)
One bed - 🛏 (bed)
Against a wall - 🕚 (clock)
Praise kink - ☺️ (smile)
Rough - 😵💫 (spiral eyes)
Thigh riding - 🧸 (teddy)
Touch starved - 😔 (sad)
Voyeurism - 🛒 (shopping cart)
Unresolved tension - 😳 (blush)
Thank you so much for being here, I appreciate you immensely. Good luck everyone—I can’t wait to see what you come up with!
All my love,
- Kakashissimp🖤
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🥘 and 🍎
SEND ‘🥘’, THEY HAVE TO TALK ABOUT A GROUP OF PEOPLE THEY WANT TO BE AROUND WITH OR ASPIRE TO BE WITH. IF THE EMOJI CANNOT BE SEEN, SEND ‘Hotpot’.
Mm... Well I'm part of it by technicality thanks to helpin' with some a' their efforts to bring back Hisuian Pokémon, but back 'n Sinnoh there's the Hisuian Preservation Society, or HPS. They're a group established... Shit, decades ago far as I know, that tries to find as much on the Hisuian Era as possible. An' one a' their biggest goals is to ensure the Hisuian breeds of Pokémon continue to live on, if not bring them back from the brink of extinction. Sounds ambitious I know, but so far they've managed to keep Hisuian Growlithe from goin' completely extinct, an' even managed to help with preservin' the Qwilfish from Hisui. Doubt we'd have been able to start with replicatin' Black Augurite if they didn't help out. An' then Blueberry wouldn't have the buddin' Kleavor population it does now. So there's that.
SEND ‘🍎’, THEY HAVE TO TALK ABOUT SOMEONE THEY LOVE/CARE ABOUT/IN LOVE WITH. IF THE EMOJI CANNOT BE SEEN, SEND ‘Apple’
FUCKIN' ARC ALL RIGHT
Course I'm bombarded with this after Valentine's Day, what a frickin' shock--
But yeah. Drayden. Y'all know him, so what's there fer me to add? I met him back when he'd only been Gym Leader ferra few years, maybe five at most, an' outta everyone else 'n the League he was... Probably the only one besides Sutter that didn't look on me any different. We talked regularly since then an' became--well wouldn't have called it 'friends' right at the beginnin', but he's what I had as a friend before I met Joe.
An' well... our friendship was parta why I was so... unsure bout pursuin' a relationship with him. I was worried that it'd ruin things, but turns out it didn't. An' yeah, lot of it's been touch-an'-go, but it bein' slow an' talked about... I think it works better 'n jus' divin' right into a relationship like w-
Well, like how they stereotype lots of relationships, what is it, "love at first sight" an' such.
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HIIIIII HIIIIIIIII I HAVE SO MANY QUESTIONS ABOUT MY BELOVED WONDERFUL AMAZING EPIPHANY FROM YOUR BRAIN!!!!!!
Gen: 2 3 7 11, Story specific : 2 (eyes emoji) 3 8 11 (!), Romance: 7
HIIII BESTIE HIIII (this got very long lol)
Do the other companions have special comments or reactions upon recruiting your Tav?
Astarion: We only have room for one self-obsessed Baldurian in this camp, and I was here first.
Shadowheart: Keeping Epiphany around will make healing much, much easier.
Wyll: Don't you think Epiphany looks familiar? I swear I have seen her face before...
Karlach: Little blueberry's got spunk! Never seen a wizard take a hit like that before.
Lae'zel: She may be talented in the arcane, but if she asks me to carry her pack again, we leave her for the ghaik.
Gale: Good taste, my friend, to bring another wizard along! Though, some of her spellcasting seems a bit amateur... Ah! But we all have some relearning to do after the tadpole.
and if you talk to Piff right after: If Waterdeep wants to compare tomes, by all means. I know mine is bigger.
Does your Tav have any comments or advice when you recruit other companions?
She totally drools over Karlach with Shadowheart lol. She also is a little cagey when recruiting Wyll and warns the player to keep an eye on him. She's never met him, but her siblings and family all have on a few occasions, and all she knows is the rumors surrounding his disappearance from Baldur's Gate.
She also immediately hates Astarion. Starts grilling him about his past first thing.
Do they have their own personal quest that spans the course of the game? Can it take different branching paths depending on the choices the Player Character makes?
Her quest would overlap with Raphael! I'm not sure exactly how it would branch... I think it would be kind of similar to Gale's where there's the pursuit of power? You could either walk her own path, kill Raphael, and have her be more of a wizened adventurer, OR you can push her to sell her soul to Raph and get an insane power up in battle, thus repeating the same path that her grandmother took.
Are there any moments in the game that trigger unique dialogue for your character? (Like Gale’s anecdote about the barfight after you save the goblin prisoner)
hrmm... If you take her at any points when Raphael shows up she'd for sure have unique exchanges with him. Same with taking her to Devil's Fee. She'd probably throw out bits and pieces in the tiefling camp and Baldur's Gate, but I can't think of any specific moments. Most of them center around her adventures or with her noble past.
How do they advise the player character on Raphael?
At the beginning: Dancing with a devil is a good way for your toes to get smashed and your soul ripped from your chest. Listen to Raphael, absorb everything he says, and sniff out his weaknesses. Play along, for now, but don't trust a damn thing he says.
Post Act 2: The only thing greater than Raphael's power is his ego. Making deals with Astarion, tempting Mol... I hope you have been paying attention, my friend, because I intend to make him pay.
Act 3 Sharess Caress, if you encourage her to gain more power: Perhaps... Perhaps it is worth it. How much is a soul, anyway? (laughs harshly) A collection of hours, of memories? The world is ending, dear friend, and I have no use for soul without the city it belongs to.
Act 3 Sharess Caress, if you encourage her to keep her soul: Ha! Dear Grandfather thinks us mice? Then we will burrow like one. The Orphic Hammer is your decision, but I intend to enter the hells and burn that over-decorated monstrosity to the ground.
How do they react to Astarion biting the Player Character?
Disgust. Full disgust. She gives you a judgey look every morning that he feeds. Eventually she asks for a blood sample to see if there's any effect of consistent vampire feeding.
Do they have comments on who the Player Character chooses to spend the night with?
Astarion: (sigh) Of course you did.
Shadowheart: You and Shadowheart, heh? Treat her right, not that she'll need my help if you don't.
Wyll: I saw you speaking with Wyll last night. Looking to become the next Lord/Lady Ravengard, are we?
Karlach: You can't touch her? No matter, there are ways around that. Mage hand is only a cantrip!
Lae'zel: You are braver than me, my friend. Now, lead on! I enjoy watching you limp.
Gale: So, how was his tome?
Epiphany: How was last night, love? Still feeling sparks? (She laughs, and then cuts it off, her face replaced with a look of dawning horror). Dear gods, did I just giggle? Ugh. Go away. I don't want to talk to you.
Minthara: As morally bankrupt as you might be, I can't fault you for that decision.
What do they say if the PC tries to force them to go up on stage with Dribbles the Clown?
Haha! (waving with a large gorgeous smile) Have you heard of the Diamond Shield of Baldur's Gate? Pray she doesn't hear of you after this.
(That's her grandmother's common title, as she invented the globe of invulnerability spell and is a hot shot noble in the city. A very threatening woman with a threatening reputation)
What questions can Zethino ask the PC about Tav in the Love Test?
'We strive to do our utmost - to prove ourselves worthy. Tell me - of what is Epiphany most proud?'
1. Her family
2. Her intellect (correct!)
3. Her compassion
'Fear sits in the soul of all - to tame it, we must name it. Epiphany - what is her greatest fear?'
1. Facing Raphael
2. Failing to protect Baldur's Gate
3. Proving that her family's instinct to hide her was the correct one. (correct!)
A decade from now, what will she be doing? What will be her legacy?
1. The most respected wizard in all the planes, the Shield of Baldur's Gate. (correct!)
2. The esteemed Lady Hawkmour, beloved by her city. (correct!)
3. Raphael's cunning grandaughter.
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Procrastinate! 🍑🍍 and blueberries which is an emoji I don't have I guess (android user issues)
tumblr always on its anti-android user agenda 😪
🍑 If you could make a connection between your favorite character and another work you care about (whether a crossover/fusion or a wonderfully “pretentious” literary reference) what would it be? How would it work?
ooh this is interesting! i will say.... i think a ted lasso knives out/glass onion AU would absolutely SLAP. (and i may or may not have a wip document right now about this very concept).
🍍 What kind of AUs do you like? Are there any AUs you hate or just generally have beef with?
AS WE ALL KNOW... i have been subjecting my poor followers to the football kiddos au for many moons (a couple of weeks) and that whole concept is very tightly wound around a few very specific AU-esque things i love.
one of these is seeing my fave characters at a different age than they are in canon -- i eat it UP when i get to read about them as kids, there's just... something so tender and special about it to me.
i also am a sucker for canon-divergent AUs, depending on how the canon diverges. usually this is when i feel an episode has Massively Fucked Up and i need it to be made Better.
🫐 What’s your favorite underrated thing in your fandom? (A ship that only you seem to write for, a character there’s almost no fics about, a trope that criminally hasn’t been written yet, etc.)
ok. ONE. there is an offensive lack of platonic team bonding shenanigans and just platonic fics in general. ted lasso gave us a found family on a platter people! don't let it go to waste!
TWO. jamie and keeley's friendship is so important to me. i'm not sure if this is 'underrated' but i do not see nearly enough people talking about how wonderful their friendship is. it's just! it's sooooo!
(also. more sam and dani and jamie. PLEASE. they are best friends.)
(more sam and dani in general, really. PLEASEEEEE.)
thank you for the asks!! <3
for this ask game!
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https://www.tumblr.com/ria-coolgirl/720309005020446720/fruit-emoji-ask-game-for-fic-writers
🍍🫐 for the fruit asks
Hello my dear @ria-coolgirl I'm finally happy to answer something like this (I find this very cool because followers learn more about you and your stuff and I I just like that)
Pineapple : So AU first what I like. I like alternative universes where everything is darker, bloodier and full of fear and pain. I don't know why but like making kids/youth series darker and a big what if we just throw in a couple of guns, vampires and monsters and see what it's like. (I already did that with die wilden kerle (the wild soccer bunch), a German children's series where I just threw in weapons, a what if after the fifth film there was something else and a bit of gayness and violence (and it went down really well and mayn liked it which made me really happy). What I also like for alternate universes is when you put two different fandoms together (can be just one fandom) and (characters have to harmonise well and it has to be well written) and maybe send them to a different time than the one they are in. But not in a ,,Oh my god where are we" way, but that it has always been set in that time.
But what I don't like at all is that I haven't read anything good for it, for example harry potter but without magic or you take away the skin feature and just make it normal like school life or something that I just find kind of boring.
One thing I don't like in fanfiction in general (everyone can read whatever they want, I just don't click on it and look for something else) is A/B/O or Omegaverse. I just don't like it at all which is not least due to the fact that this au (if you can call it that) disturbed me in the mha fandom (but I am also (luckily) not in the mha fandom which scares me and I found the manga boring). I don't know this whole heatwave and knots and male pregnancy thing is not mine and I don't like it (maybe I hate it more than a little bit but seriously everyone can read what they want)
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Blueberry : So coming to the blueberry I'll just list a few fandoms
The Adventures of Tintin : Tintin and Sakharine I know there are a few things about the 2011 film on ao3. But I think they both have so much potential, especially in the darker obessions area which I just love. This cat and mouse game between the two and how Skaharine actually wants to get rid of Tintin only to have him for himself - I like the concept a lot.
House of the Dragon : A shipping I have only read a one-shot for is Otto Hightower and Viserys Targaryen. I know it sounds weird but I like to think that maybe they had a bit of a thing together (like Rhaenyra and Alicent) and that broke up for whatever reason. I like to imagine that it is more than just greed for the throne that drives otto and not perhaps revenge that Viserys has turned away from him.
Horror fandoms : So in a little thing of its own a shipping which is a crossover ship. Daniel Matthews from Saw and Quentin from the Nightmare on Elm Street remake. I wrote a one-shot for them and I think they have so much potential. Trauma bonding and angst and just fluff for the two of them together.
Disney : Another crossover ship but that is due to disney crossovers amvs on youtube. Dimitri from Anastasia and Jim from the treasure planet. The two have become my favourite crossover ship simply because of the videos and I just like it.
Fantastic beast and where to find them movie 3 : Anton Vogel and Helmut my sweet german boys. I know that they have I think like zero interactions but me and a friend of mine just love them together in a obsesssive you are mine I'm your way. I also have writen a Four-Shot as my own au (where Anton and Helmut are together, Helmut was a soldier and an ex prostitute and got into buisenss with Anton. Also Percival Graves lives and is together with Credence)
Apart from that, I think that's it for now. I know it's kind of small, but I can't really think of that many at once. I hope it was interesting anyway :)
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Happy Birthday Sleepy! (2022)
Special Story:
"Oh, it's already 12am?" Sleepy said, she wasn't supposed to be up at this time. Her sleep schedule is at 9pm, it's early but a great time for the ex-goddess to sleep peacefully.
The reason why she said up is to work on with her notes about this world. It took the girl a long time to get used to the world of humans. Currently, she's writing them on her work desk at the bedroom.
A medium sized desk is at the front of the bed. It's paired with a soft chair and computer. A notebook is also placed on it with a sparkly crystal pen right beside the mouse. It's the perfect desk for everyday use.
Looking at the time on the computer, she remembered that this midnight is the start of her special day.
"It's already my birthday? Wow..."
Everything went quiet.
"I wonder if I have some cake in the fridge."
Sleepy got up and then walked to the kitchen. Her house is pretty small but comfortable for one person. The kitchen is simple and easy to find everything. From spices to utensils, memorizing it is no problem.
She opened the fridge to see a lot of food. It's been 3 days since she went to the grocery, that's why it's stocked. On the second shelf below the freezer, there's a little cake. It's decorated with stars and vanilla frosting. There's also some sparkles on it too. A label that says "Chocolate Blueberry Cake" is on the front of the plastic lid of the cake dome. Lastly, a small note on top of it to read.
"Huh, I don't remember this being here." Sleepy said, grabbing the cake carefully. "It's not in my grocery list nor got it from this week's mail delivery..."
She paused for a second, thinking who could give this cake to her in the first place. No one knows her personally except her friends and family. Though, they would do more than just giving her a simple birthday cake. They also don't know where she is now.
"It can't be that silly whisper on my head, right?"
Thinking about that time the whisper gave her a huge chunk of money on her CashTake account. It gave her the idea that the whispers are magical and can do whatever they want.
"Let me just read this note then."
Sleepy opened the note and read it.
"Hello Sleepy!
Happy birthday! I hope you enjoy the cake we brought. I know you don't trust us, but we can help you like last time. We also like the new hair and star hair accessory you got. It looks perfect on you. Hopefully, you'll be more perfect in the future! We care for our only friend in the whole galaxy.
Sincerely, :)
Note: I'm bad at writing letters, Sorry."
The sender's name is only an emoji. Still, Sleepy knows who wrote it.
"Silly whisper, I know it's you haha."
She forgot about her hair and accessory for the whole time until after reading that part of the note. It's a sign that she's getting used to having her old hair color now. As for the star hair accessory, it's an unique accessory that feels natural to wear.
"Guess I'm getting used to all of this." Sleepy sighed.
After opening the lid of the cake dome, the girl grabbed a cake knife from one of the proper cabinets then sliced it evenly. She then grabbed a tablespoon and a small plate to place the slice.
Now that done, Sleepy can finally enjoy her birthday in peace.
"This is the first birthday where there's no big event being held in a long while. I'm sick of having my birthday be a big celebration. I prefer this more than a stupid dance ball." She said, remembering the times her birthday being big events from garden parties to balls.
It's better for things to be simple and peaceful like before. Sleepy's life before godhood is better. She then ate her sliced cake.
"Hm, that whisper has great taste in cakes."
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I posted 9,463 times in 2022
That's 9,282 more posts than 2021!
3,462 posts created (37%)
6,001 posts reblogged (63%)
Blogs I reblogged the most:
@twink-between-worlds
@endless---possibility
@ sun-of-the-skys
@jay-the-local-acetronaut
@star-ocean-peahen
I tagged 5,671 of my posts in 2022
Only 40% of my posts had no tags
#jays being dumb again - 1,004 posts
#jays asks - 581 posts
#<3 - 238 posts
#jays links - 183 posts
#linked universe - 144 posts
#partner in crime twiddiebella - 95 posts
#beloved sunny - 68 posts
#jays writing again - 58 posts
#anyways - 55 posts
#fate of hylia - 55 posts
Longest Tag: 139 characters
#i’ve got some tests. and i’m starting some essays. i’ve got stuff in my online classes that are due. and i’ve got to finalize the headcount
My Top Posts in 2022:
#5
lu crack fic where dink kidnaps various members of the chain for information or whatever, but gets very annoyed and returns them immediately
177 notes - Posted May 27, 2022
#4
Every time I use this “<3” all I can think about is Sky speaking in emojis
Mutuals, when I use the heart this is literally the only thing going through my brain lol
215 notes - Posted March 20, 2022
#3
ha I have more incorrect quotes-
Wind: All of your existences are confusing.
The Squad: How so?
Wind: Your presence is annoying, but the thought of anything bad happening to any of you upsets me.
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Four: I’m telling you, my team is competent.
Twilight, rushing in: Four! Hyrule tried to make pasta in the coffee pot and now it's broken!
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Twilight: Did you like the food I made?
Legend: No, not really.
Twilight: But I put my heart and soul into it!
Legend: No wonder it tastes so cold and dead.
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Wild: It was difficult, so you’ve just given up. You might fail, so why bother trying?
Warriors : Exactly.
Warriors , to Legend: I told you they’d understand.
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Legend: *running towards Hyrule with open arms*
Hyrule: *moves out of the way*
Legend: Hey, why'd you move?!
Hyrule: I thought you were going to attack me.
Legend: I was going to hug you!
Hyrule: Why would you hug me?
Legend: WHY WOULD I ATTACK YOU!?
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Hyrule: Adulting is hard.
Hyrule: How do I quit?
Time: Time travel.
Wild: Die.
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Warriors : What does “take out” mean?
Hyrule: Food.
Legend: Dating.
Twilight: Murder.
Wild: It can be all three if you’re brave enough.
255 notes - Posted April 26, 2022
#2
Are we not gonna talk about how Rulie looks like some Shakespearean actor tho
my boy could easily be acting out Romeo and Juliet or The Tragedy of Julias Caesar
461 notes - Posted February 4, 2022
My #1 post of 2022
so i’ve read a bunch of zelda fics where the red potion (and all the other potions in general) taste bitter and disgusting. Idk where that came from, but
red potions that taste like that shitty cherry medicine that was emotionally scarring as a child
blue potions that are advertised to taste like blue raspberry or blueberries but it just tastes like the most saturated version of the color blue
and green potions that taste like that apple flavored candy that’s so overwhelming that you find it hard to breathe
anyways, zelda game potions but they taste weird instead of just being gross
560 notes - Posted March 28, 2022
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all the yellow emojis for harvey
🤥 / LYING : are they good liars? do they have tells to show they're lying?
some would say he lies well and frequently, yes.. i say he’s an okay liar, and he doesn’t try to lie unless he thinks it’s for the better of a situation. he doesn’t see the point in lying to appease someone or lying for fun. he probably has a typical tell, like looking down or to the side instead of @ someone, which, like, i do anyway and so does he, so, maybe we both need a break.
😭 / CRYING : what makes them cry? do they cry easily?
no, he doesn’t cry easily, but he’s also not made of stone. anything involving loss hits him pretty hard, and so does guilt, because he has a lot of both stored up inside him. also, when ( checks scene emily sent me because i’ve never seen it ) rocky goes to the old boxing gym, he gets a little misty eyed.
👊 / PUNCH : are they quick to violence?
yes. next question.
👪 / FAMILY : what is their family like? what is your ocs relationship to them? does your oc have any siblings?
that’s ... a really good question. i wasn’t expecting that question. yes. he does have family. his relationship with them is ... tenuous at best. he and his dad haven’t spoken in a very, very long time. he has two older half-brothers, david and andrew who he speaks to occasionally, typically just around holidays and birthdays. connor is his younger half-brother, and they have ... a lot going on there.
😨 / FEARFUL : when scared, do they go into "flight" or "fight"?
fight instinctively, but he’s not above fleeing if he doesn’t have any fight left.
🥞 / PANCAKE : what is their comfort breakfast?
funny enough, probably pancakes. blueberry, plenty of syrup. with sausage and eggs, over easy.
🍰 / CAKE SLICE : favourite cake flavour? are they specific about types of cakes?
chocolate cake with chocolate icing. he doesn’t really fuss over cake, he’ll eat anything, but the only one he really really likes is this one. you know the kind with the chocolate shavings on it, too? that.
🌙 / MOON : what is your oc's greatest wish? how far are they willing to go for it?
his daughter back. there’s nothing he can do, but he’d kill for it if he could.
☀️ / SUN : are they a morning person? what is the first thing they do in the morning?
he has no problems being up early if he has like, a shift at the hospital, but he’ll sleep in until one in the afternoon if he doesn’t and he’s been drinking heavily the night before. the first thing he does no matter what tho is take a shower and brew a coffee.
💡 / LIGHTBULB : is your oc a planner? do they write down every small detail or just wing it?
he has a calendar he writes his shifts on, but other than that he wings it, or, realistically, doesn’t even really have much going on TO plan.
👑 / CROWN : what does your oc want to be remembered as? why?
i don’t think he wants to be remembered at all. he’d rather just go. he doesn’t consider anything he did to be good enough to remember, and he wants the bad to be lost to time.
✏️ / PENCIL : is there a particular quote / lyric that you associate with them?
“ if you’re raised with an angry man in your house, there will always be an angry man in your house. you will find him even when he is not there. and if one day your find that there is no angry man in your house — well, you will go find one and invite him in! ” you have to remove it from its context a little, but he did grow up with an angry man in his house and when he moved out and over the years became one himself, therefore still living with the angry man with him, and he “invited him in” by allowing that to happen for himself. fun times.
🌟 / GLOWING STAR : what do they think about when they look at the night sky? is there someone they want to star gaze with?
realistically, harvey thinks stargazing is stupid. he doesn’t do it.
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Come Now, Little Prince
Prompts: Hey uh... *brushed off dust from crashing in through the roof* Could you write something about Roman or Remus having Agoraphobia and them getting trapped somewhere? My brain just wants to relate. If not that’s fine! Love your writing! - anon
Might I suggest,,,, writing trope where the severely hurt person goes to their nemesis and says “sorry, I just didn’t have anywhere else to go” but it’s with Roman and Janus - 1namelessalien1
Ahh, yes, the inevitable. Honestly a lil surprised I haven't done this sooner but here we go! Finally...
Read on Ao3
Pairings: roceit, dukeceit, creativitwins. can be platonic or romantic you choose save for creativitwins. they brothers
Warnings: roman gets stabbed and has to get stitches, agoraphobia
Word Count: 7611
Cities are full of bright lights and shadows alike. Those that live in the light, the heroes, the 'good guys.' Those that live in the shadows, their grisly work only illuminated when the sun deigns to show its face again. Sometimes the shadows are too deep. Sometimes the spotlights are too much.
The Prince, Roman Prince, is the Golden Boy of the city. The newsreels, the cameras, the public adore him. But they don't see the winces when the bulbs go off right in his face, or whispers to be better, do better, perform better from the people that pull him aside after every daring adventure.
No one knows the name Janus, but they know his work. They don't shout, they whisper. They huddle together in the dark, searching for the light so as not to get caught in his coils.
But sometimes, when spotlights are too bright and shadows too flat, a little prince will make its way into the snake's den.
He didn’t mean to.
He didn’t mean to.
It just—his hand slipped and they fell and they—they—
He didn’t mean to drop them. They weren’t—they weren’t supposed to fall but the knife hurt too much and he flinched and he—he—
The choppers roar around the roof, battering his head with their noise, noise, noise. The wind whips up around the concrete railing, whistling, whining, wailing as the body falls down, down, down. The searchlights glint off the knife as they pull it down with them.
And then he is alone, in a crowd, on the top of a roof, king of the clouds.
The lights glare in his face as their body disappears. Then…then…
Then fear.
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One of the best things about being seen as a ‘super villain,’ and how gauche is that term, is that no one wants to ask too many questions when you rent an apartment. There are really far too many landlords that want to get to know you, want to be your friend, while knowing full well that they participate in a system where there is no ethical consumption or behavior. Really, if he ever starts renting his own property, there will be no illusions on his end.
But hey, at least these ones know not to put their noses where they’ll get bitten off if they poke too far.
Janus sighs, opening the cupboard and taking the teacup down. The kettle whistles merrily on the stove as he reaches for the tea boxes.
Black, green, white, herbal…really, there are so many options. What to have for tonight, then? It is awfully late in the evening, there’s no real justification for consuming caffeine. Then again, he’ll do what he likes.
His phone buzzes. His real phone, not the one everyone sees him carry when he’s out and about. He rolls his eyes and takes the kettle off the heat as he spots the name on the text notification.
R. Sanders: 1 new notification
“What’ve you done now, Remus,” he mutters as he slides the message open, “and which one of your messes am I cleaning up now?”
The message opens to a report. Brief, as is the style of all the reports Janus demands, but the thing that gives him pause is just how brief.
Remus, as one can very well imagine, is…not exactly compliant when it comes to following the rules. And while that can be useful in its own special way, it does mean that Janus occasionally has to factor emojis out of Remus’s reports.
Well, more than occasionally.
But this time the report is two sentences. Janus pours the water into the teapot as he glances over the words.
R. Sanders: Slaughter down at 85th and Marilyn. The head of the beast is cut off.
Well, on paper, that should be a fantastic report. The rival infringing on Janus’s turf has been, ah, taken down a few notches.
That’s undermined considerably by the fact that this report lacks any of Remus’s enthusiasm.
Janus sighs as he settles on the loose-leaf blueberry mint tea, placing the cup aside to brew as he wanders toward the window. Perhaps Remus is simply tired from all this work today. It wouldn’t be the first time the man’s manic energy had been tempered by a good amount of strenuous activity. And cutting off the head of the beast was never going to be a simple job to begin with. True, it was always an issue with causing more collateral damage than Janus was personally comfortable with, but what’s done is done.
The city starts to slumber, the last of the pleasant natural light fading from the sky, giving way to the horrid stained brown of the light pollution. The skyscrapers barely flinch in the oncoming night, instead choosing to stand firm as the workers inside slave away. The smaller shops close their doors, the nighttime crowds vanishing into subway tunnels and bus stations. Janus leans against the window, the glass reflecting the elegant lines of his suit alongside the angles of the buildings.
If he were slightly less himself, he’d say it looks like he belongs here.
When the light fades further, he sighs, turning away and fetching his tea. He drops into his favorite chair next to the window and raises the cup to his mouth.
The head of the beast has been cut off. He has no appointments, no reports, no debriefings to attend. He has his cup of tea, Remus will handle anything that blows up on the networks. It is the perfect evening to be alone, secure in his apartment.
So of course, there has to be something that sends a prickle up the back of his neck.
Why is Remus’s report sitting with him like this? This should be fantastic news, he should be willing to open the bottle of champagne that’s sat in preparation for this moment. And yet, as he raises the cup to his mouth again, his teeth hit the rim and he jolts, spilling a little more than he meant to into his mouth. He swallows, thankful that there’s no one else here to see it, and sets the cup and saucer aside.
He folds his gloved hands behind his back and goes to the window again.
If there were something wrong, someone would tell him. He has eyes all over the city, ears everywhere, and those under his employ know better than to try and cross him. Remus is alive and well—clearly, given by the way the evening’s progressed so far—and wouldn’t hesitate to gleefully drag anyone he suspected into his rooms or an abandoned warehouse.
He spares a glance over his shoulder. The phone stays silent.
Fingers tap against his hand as he looks down. Not for the first time, he wonders what it must be like, down there, scurrying about, without the faintest idea of what it looks like from up here. Oh, he’s walked on the sidewalk outside his building, who hasn’t, that’s how he gets into the building in the first place, but…not like that.
The outside world is so…temperamental. So many people, so many things. There is no better place to be alone than a crowded city street, but there is no more dangerous a place to be yourself.
When he’s finished his cup of tea, and the prickle has not left the back of his neck alone, he stifles a curse and turns. Remus will listen to him. Or, more precisely, Remus will ramble and scheme and reassure him that nothing is wrong. He might get a strange look—because while everyone else can underestimate how much Remus sees at their own peril, Janus never has—but he will do it.
Janus opens the door, idly wondering if he needs to bring his coat, and abruptly stops walking.
There is someone on their knees right outside his door.
Well.
That would explain the feeling he’s had of something being wrong, how on earth his security system didn’t alert him to their presence is beyond him. He doesn’t bother to hide his sigh as he pulls his cane from the holder and tilts their chin up.
“I’m certain that you must be…”
Janus trails off as he tilts up a chin to reveal a bloodstained, agonized expression of someone who should not be here.
“I’m sorry,” Roman Prince says in the voice of a lost child, “I didn’t—I didn’t know where else to go.”
Janus’s fingers twitch on the cane as he watches the roll of Roman’s throat.
“Y-you said if I—if I—ever needed help one day to know better than to—to try and go back to th-them.”
Remus’s report is beginning to make more sense.
Janus remembers. Janus remembers this upstart pain in his ass getting in the way of many operations, from transports to exchanges to hostage negotiations. He remembers the crooked smile straight out of a movie as this little shit got in the way of everything, including his resolve to not get involved with any of the so-called heroes that ran around in this city in their spandex and naiveté.
He remembers shaking his head at this shiny new one and saying that when he realized the world was much, much grayer than he wanted to believe, Janus would be there to watch. He remembers a softer offer, after a rescue had resulted in a building—abandoned, but a building—blowing up and the poor thing looking like someone had kicked his puppy.
He remembers watching the rival’s henchmen carted off to jail as the hero of the hour was reprimanded for causing too much collateral damage by the people who supposedly adored him.
“You were right,” Roman continues in that lost, lost voice, “I’m—I’m sorry.”
It takes Roman reaching for him for Janus to remember what is going on and the cane jerks his head up higher, forcing him to stop. Janus narrows his eyes at the hero kneeling on the floor, takes in the blood on his face, his neck, his hands.
“Why are you here,” he asks, wrenching that chin just a little higher, “why did you come to me?”
“You said you would help,” comes the reply, “if I—if I didn’t want to do this anymore.”
Has the perfect prince killed someone for the first time? Is that what’s brought on this little display?
His eyes trail lower, looking for the weapon.
The light from his apartment shines on a tunic stained with blood, cut and torn, and a dark, ugly stain that is not getting any smaller.
Roman’s head lolls forward, almost nuzzling Janus’s thigh as it slips off the cane. His hair sticks to his face, too soaked with blood.
Janus’s eyes go wide.
Roman Prince is here, on his knees, bleeding out because he has nowhere else to go. He came to Janus, the person he should trust the least out of everyone in this city, and he’s here on his knees, pleading.
The hand not on the cane twitches, then slowly reaches forward to find the least bloody spot on Roman’s head. It runs gently through his hair and finds its way to his chin, lifting it up once more. Roman’s eyes, full of tears, stare back at him.
“Come inside, little prince,” Janus says, his voice far softer than he would normally allow, “you’re bleeding all over my carpet.”
There aren’t many places to go that aren’t carpeted inside Janus’s apartment, but they make it over the threshold before Roman’s state begins to truly worry him.
How did he even get here? By how much blood there is, surely he would’ve passed out by now? Roman seems oblivious to his inside questions, simply looks around for wherever Janus is leading him before he notices how much blood he’s leaving behind him.
“It’s alright,” Janus says, surprising the both of them, “I can have the floor cleaned.”
Roman just blinks at him. And oh, if it doesn’t hurt to see that innocence still in the eyes of the little lamb, even as the wolf goes to take his arm.
“The bathroom is through this way,” he says softly, “come now…”
It is an odd experience, surely, to have one’s own nemesis bloody, wounded, completely at his mercy, as he strips off his suit jacket and rolls up his sleeves, and want to do nothing but hunt down the people that made him this way.
Roman sits like a broken doll, he realizes as he watches the man ease himself down and wait as Janus pulls on a pair of plastic gloves. He is not uncooperative when Janus pushes his limbs to the side, snipping away at the fabric, trying to figure out what precisely is going on. He does not protest when Janus finds the stab wound and presses a cloth harshly on top, nor when Janus grabs his hand and bids him to hold it there, hard. He is not unfeeling, just very, very quiet as Janus begins to douse the pads in antiseptic.
He doesn’t flinch when Janus cleans the wound as best he can—he’s no doctor, after all—before muttering that it’s going to need stitches.
“Oh,” he mumbles instead, “okay.”
“Yes, so—hold still,” he barks, forcing Roman to sit back down, “where do you think you’re going?”
Roman blinks. “You said it needs stitches.”
“Yes, which is why you shouldn’t be moving.”
“I was going to go get the stitches.”
Now it’s Janus’s turn to blink. “I will stitch you up, Roman, now stay.”
And there’s that lamb-like innocence again as Roman tilts his head. “You will?”
“I may not be a doctor,” Janus mutters, twisting to grab the first aid kit, “but I do know how to suture a wound.”
He takes a few more wipes and cleans the blood he can, pointedly ignoring Roman’s attentive look.
“You could be a doctor,” comes the mumble, “you seem…good at it.”
Janus huffs. “Less a doctor, more a medic.”
Roman’s brows furrow. “What’s the difference?”
“A doctor fixes you, a medic makes dying more comfortable.”
There’s a moment of silence. Janus half-expects the poor thing to seize up in fear, tremble before him, or—god forbid—try and fight him, but he does none of that. Because that would make sense.
Instead, Roman just closes his eyes and lets his head fall to the side against the tiled wall.
“You don’t have to make it comfortable then.”
Janus’s hands falter for a moment. His eyes flick to Roman’s bloodstained face before refocusing on the wound in front of him.
“You’re not going to die here,” he says firmly, and if he starts to work a little more quickly, that’s his business, not yours.
“Oh.”
“I imagine you wouldn’t’ve come here with the intent to die on my doorstep, that’s quite rude, you know.”
“…no.”
Now, see, as the best liar in the city, Janus knows when he hears one.
The absurdity of the situation strikes him once again, fainter this time, but still there. Roman Prince is here, bloody, wounded—fatally so if Janus hadn’t started tending to him right when he did— forced to roll over and show his belly, Janus’s teeth at his throat, and yet Janus reaches up to turn that pretty face to his.
“Tell me what happened, little prince,” he commands softly.
Roman swallows. “I didn’t mean to.”
Janus simply raises an eyebrow and starts to stitch up the wound. Roman doesn’t flinch but accepts the silent chide.
“I-it was the building security guard,” he mumbles, “they called in that someone was firing shots in the upper stories and couldn’t—couldn’t get away in time. They were—they—the call wasn’t completed.”
They died while they were on the line, Roman doesn’t say, but Janus hears it.
“Wh-when I got there, there were—they must’ve thought there was a mole in the—on the inside and they started—they were—“
They were killing their own people, Janus realizes, hiding his disgust behind another tied-off suture. He’s starting to have an awful feeling about where Roman’s been tonight.
“Something went wrong in one of the labs. They made a toxin, and it—it—“ Roman swallows— “it drove them insane.”
It made them homicidal, they killed each other.
“I...I think they were going to flee from the roof.”
As Janus ties off the last suture, he freezes.
Oh.
Oh.
Oh, no.
“I tried to stop them,” Roman whispers, “I was holding onto them, it was windy, they were going to fall, they ran too fast out of the door, I caught them, I—I had them, they—they were going to be safe but then they—they—“
Janus presses two fingers to the warm chest next to the wound. He can feel Roman’s heart jumping. He rubs in slow circles.
“They stabbed me,” Roman finishes, “and I—I—I—“
A small noise that sounds too much like a sob swallows the rest of his words.
Oh, this poor little prince…
Roman swallows another sob. “I’m sorry.”
Janus tilts his head. “What’re you apologizing to me for, little prince?”
“Well, I can’t imagine that this is how you imagined spending your evening.”
“No,” Janus says, folding his hands in front of him, “but I can’t imagine this is how you imagined spending yours either.”
The little prince bruises as easily as ever, only this time he doesn’t bother to hide behind his bravado.
“Off,” Janus says softly, tugging lightly at the remains of Roman’s costume, “the rest of you needs to be cleaned.”
He watches unashamed as Roman follows his instruction, eyes traveling over the scars littering the body revealed to him piece by piece. Too many scars. When he stands bare, Janus takes his hands and deliberately cleans them of the blood.
Roman doesn’t stop trembling until Janus has cleaned away every last bit.
The costume will need to be disposed of, there’s no saving it. The floor in the bathroom is littered with bits of blood and the carpet near the door will need to be cleaned quickly. Luckily the cleaner that Janus employs is well-accustomed to such a request. Instead, Janus walks back to the bedroom.
There the little prince sits, looking far too much like a lost child. Janus pauses at the door, tugging his normal gloves back on.
The little prince looks far too good wrapped in Janus’s colors.
“Why did you come to me, little prince,” he asks after a moment, “you had no way of knowing that I wouldn’t kill you.”
Roman lowers his head and the lie from the bathroom plays uncomfortably in his head. Janus tilts his head as Roman clears his throat.
“I thought—part of me thought you would.”
A harsh laugh tears out of his throat before he can stop it. “So what, I was to be your confessional? You would fall on your knees, repent, and I would put you out of your misery? Or put you down, like some misbehaved dog?”
Roman hunches his shoulders. Janus’s mirth disappears in a flash.
“…maybe.”
Roman Prince dragged himself from the roof of 85th and Marilyn, all the way across the city to Janus’s real apartment, disarmed his security, and did not once tend to the stab wound in his chest.
Roman Prince witnessed a slaughter, watched people be driven out of their minds, and dropped someone who did their very best to kill him off a roof by accident.
Roman Prince fell to his knees in front of the one man in this city who he knew would be capable of killing him without a second thought.
“…do you want me to kill you?”
There’s a softness in his voice again, one that slipped unbidden into the words to make the blow seem more like a caress.
“I would make it quick,” he murmurs, still leaning against the doorway, watching the little prince, “it wouldn’t hurt.”
Roman looks at him. The child is lost, so lost, and so, so tired. He opens his mouth.
“Don’t you want to?”
…well.
Does he? Certainly, the little prince has caused more than his fair share of mishaps, messes, and mistakes, and putting him out of the equation permanently benefits Janus in more ways than one. And it’s not like it would be difficult. No one knows Roman is here, let alone anyone who would care, and even fewer that wouldn’t expect him to never be seen alive again. Janus could kill him in half a dozen ways in the next minute that Roman couldn’t possibly fight against, a dozen more that would take scarcely any longer.
Unbidden, his mind begins to list off the possibilities. The gun in the cabinet, the knife tucked into his shirt, the poison stored in the bathroom, even snapping the little prince’s neck.
But he takes one more look at the little prince and all of them vanish in an instant.
“Why did you come here?” he murmurs again.
Roman lets out a long breath. His hand on the borrowed shirt tightens and loosens, tightens and loosens.
“You’re the only one I trust,” he tells him quietly, and it’s the saddest thing he could’ve possibly said.
Janus crosses the room and cups the back of the little prince’s neck. Roman just bows his head, the little lamb waiting for another hand to come up and twist. Janus bites back the snarl of rage at how resigned Roman is to dying tonight and brushes his thumb along the curve of his cheek.
Stroke by stroke, he coaxes the tears from the little prince’s eyes and wipes them away.
“It wasn’t your fault,” he murmurs, leaning his weight against the edge of the bed, “there’s nothing you could’ve done.”
“I could’ve held on.”
“You’d just been stabbed, flinching is a perfectly understandable reaction.”
“But I’ve been stabbed before.”
“It’s not like you build up an immunity to knives going into you.”
“But I—“ Roman cuts himself off, curling his fist tightly in his lap.
“What is it, little prince?”
He just shakes his head firmly, lips pressed tightly together, red blooming on his cheeks.
Well, at least there’s blood flowing properly again. “We’re well past the point of embarrassment, little prince,” Janus remarks gently, “and if you’re worried about sharing weaknesses with me now…”
“I got scared,” Roman blurts, sounding every bit the reprimanded child. Janus pets his hair absentmindedly, encouraging him to speak again. When he won’t, Janus hums quietly.
“You were stabbed,” he reminds again, “that’s understandable.”
“Not of being stabbed.”
Janus frowns. “What then, little prince?”
“I…”
“I won’t harm you, little prince,” Janus murmurs when he hesitates.
“…I got scared of being outside.”
Janus’s hand pauses in Roman’s hair before gently lifting his chin. “What do you mean, little prince, that you were scared of being outside?”
“There—there was nowhere to go, I couldn’t get out, I couldn’t escape, there were too many people, the choppers were so—so loud and I—I didn’t know what to do—“
Fucking hell, Janus realizes as he shushes the little prince tenderly, he’s agoraphobic.
Flashes of their fights and altercations start to make more sense now. Why Roman prefers fighting in dark, cramped warehouses, why losing the hero on public transportation was so easy, why he almost never confronted Janus in public in broad daylight even though he clearly knows where Janus lives.
The weight of the expectations on Roman…how difficult his chosen occupation must be…how little support he gets for something that makes it infinitely harder for him…
Janus doesn’t realize he’s cradling Roman’s head until he strokes his thumb down his cheek and feels the soft brush of hair against his forearm. He looks down and sees Roman’s eyes all but flutter shut, lulled by the gentle touch against his face.
Trapped under the spotlights of the world, laid bare, stripped by their merciless eyes, unable to look away, escape from what they would only see as a colossal failure…
No wonder Roman sought out a denizen of the shadows where he could be sure no one would look for him.
What should, by all rights, feel like a cage to Roman might just become a den.
The snake tightens its coils protectively around the little prince and leans down to whisper in Roman’s ear.
“You’re safe, now,” he soothes, “there is no one else here but me, and I will look after you. There are no expectations here, you cannot do something wrong. I’m here to help you.”
The snake hisses in contentment as the little prince slumps into the coils, letting it pick him up and deposit him gently in the mass of the den, leaving only for a brief moment before returning to his side.
“Shh, shh,” he soothes as Roman blinks about in confusion, “you need to rest, I’ll be right here.”
“Why—what—“ Roman’s head hits the pillow and Janus almost laughs at how quickly his eyes close— “why’re you…helping?”
“You came to me for help, little prince.”
“But you…care?”
And oh, if that doesn’t make the snake’s cold black heart beat warmly in its chest.
“You may be surprised, little prince,” it hisses, drawing the little prince closer and closer, “but you’re not that difficult to care for.”
No, Janus decides, resigning himself to a night of little sleep as he watches Roman’s breathing begin to even out, stroking a hand through his hair, the little prince isn’t so hard to care for after all.
The snake has never been one to spare those that wander carelessly into its den, but this little prince did not do it carelessly. And it is surprisingly easy for Janus to soothe the remaining prickle on the back of his neck by scratching his fingers lightly along the back of Roman’s, to gentle the furrow in Roman’s sleep with a murmured reassurance into the little prince’s ear. The night passes slowly as the little prince dozes under the snake’s coils.
Only later, when the sun has begun to rise, does he realize he’s left his phone on the counter. He sighs, extricating himself gingerly from the sleeping Roman and going back to the kitchen.
R. Sanders: 1 new notification
He glances toward the bedroom and opens the text.
R. Sanders: if you don’t get your security system back online yourself in the next 30 seconds I’m coming over
Well, considering this message is from two minutes ago, Janus simply sighs and opens the door.
“That,” Remus snarls as he stalks inside, “is not the point.”
“I was about to reboot the system, Remus, do calm yourself.”
“I’m not the one who spent the entire fucking night in an unsecured location!”
Janus raises an eyebrow. “By all means, Remus, do keep shouting about my security system at the top of your lungs while the door is still open.”
Remus mutters angrily to himself but has the decency—or perhaps, the self-preservation—to quiet down while Janus shuts the door and turns the security system back on.
“Now then,” he says easily, setting the kettle to boil again—blueberry mint really was the correct choice to make last night— “what would you like to drink?”
Remus regards his tea boxes like he regards the new bottles of bleach.
“You still don’t keep coffee in your house, do you?” At Janus’s look, he sighs. “Just hot water.”
“Splendid.”
Janus takes his time setting up his teapot. Looseleaf black tea, a new teacup, the honey laid out just so, all while Remus’s tapping gets more and more impatient. But Remus is a good dog, he’ll wait until he’d given leave to speak again.
“I imagine you must have a reason for infringing upon my privacy this morning,” Janus says as he stirs the honey into the tea, “if not just to turn my system back on so that a corpse could not be tampered with.”
“I didn’t know if you were fucking dead, Jan,” Remus snarls, and oh, the poor thing was worried. How touching.
“I’m fine, Remus,” Janus says, softening his voice just the barest amount, “and it certainly speaks to the faith you have in me.”
“Yeah, yeah, faith in your something.”
“Come now, dear, let’s not be crass.”
“You like me crass.”
Janus hides a smile behind the rim of his cup. There’s the Remus that was missing from the report. Though as he looks at the loyal minion sitting across from him, he sees that something is still bothering him.
“Well, if that’s all then?”
Remus takes the bait. “Wasn’t us.”
“Pardon?”
“The beast,” Remus mutters, still glancing around the apartment, “wasn’t us.”
Then he spots the blood.
In Remus’s defense, Janus did open the door right as he arrived and he was definitely given time to look around before Janus swept him into a conversation. Still, the fact that it took Remus this long to spot the blood is…well.
“Shit—“ Remus springs to his feet— “are you hurt? How many?”
“Keep your voice down,” Janus murmurs, “I’m not hurt.”
“Then explain to me why there’s blood everywhere—“
“Keep your voice down.”
“Why the fuck should I keep my voice down? Someone was here, there’s fucking blood—“
Both of them freeze as a rustle of covers comes from the other room. Remus’s eyes widen and his hand goes to the gun at his side. In two quick steps, he’s almost to the bedroom.
Janus catches him by the arm.
“Don’t.”
The steel in his tone finally gets Remus to settle, the man glancing at the door once before allowing himself to be held in place.
“What the hell is going on here,” he hisses, finally keeping his voice down, “what aren’t you telling me?”
“Stay out of that room,” Janus orders, even though it’s a redundancy at this point, “and tell me what else you know.”
Remus opens his mouth to protest but a look quells him. He glances at the door one more time before sighing.
“By the time we got there, everything was over. There were network choppers crawling over every inch of that place, swarming with civvies. We had to fence to get in. Janus, they—“
If Remus has to take a breath, what the hell happened?
“God, Janus, it’s like someone gave a neurotic thirteen-year-old a hallucinogenic and a sledgehammer and told ‘em the building was a giant whack-a-mole.” Remus shakes his head. “Heads bashed in, eyes gouged out, like they—they—“
“Like they did it to each other,” Janus finishes.
Remus nods, his face pale. He looks up at Janus and it’s the second time in the last twelve hours he’s been caught off guard by someone’s expression.
“Jan, it’s bad,” he says quietly, “if they—we’re lucky it only got into that building.”
“And you’re certain it’s contained?”
“Someone tripped the quarantine field. The building locked down. Only way out was the roof.” Remus shakes his head. “The head of the beast was splayed out on the street, spine snapped in half, bloody knife. Like he was pinned up like a butterfly.”
He quirks his brow.
“Gotta admire the craftsmanship.”
Janus nods. Remus notices his silence and steps a little closer.
“So who the fuck is in that room?”
As if on cue, there’s another muffled hiss.
“Don’t,” Janus says when Remus’s hand goes to his gun again, “you’ll scare him.”
Now Remus looks at him like he'd grown another head. “Who the fuck is in that room?”
Janus bites back a curse when there are more noises.
“The person who cut the head off.”
“If you think that’s gonna stop me from getting in there—“
“Remus.”
Remus subsides, looking at him carefully. Janus sighs. Remus knows better than to directly disobey an order, and if Janus pushes, Remus will leave.
And yes, part of the snake wants to wrap around its den and keep its precious charge safe from anything else.
A larger part of Janus knows that keeping this information completely under wraps will become a liability quickly.
“Watch the door,” Janus says, letting Remus go.
Remus hasn’t worked for him for this long without picking up some of his observational skills, so he goes without complaint. Janus opens the door to the bedroom and has to stop the fond smile on his face as he sees the little prince trying to feign sleep. As if it’s going to work.
He crosses the room and leans down.
“You can stop pretending now, little prince.”
Roman’s eyes open and the snake hisses gently, noticing the pressure the little prince’s position is putting on his stitches.
“By all means, ruin the work it took to suture you up,” he remarks dryly, chuckling as Roman quickly—and carefully—rolls onto his back, “better.”
“D-do—I can go now,” Roman mumbles, “if—if you—if you want. I can leave. You don’t have to see me again, I’ll—I’ll go.”
Janus quirks an eyebrow. “And let you leave without breakfast? How rude of me.”
Roman’s eyes widen. “N-no, I didn’t mean—you don’t—I—“
“Hush, little prince,” Janus murmurs, petting Roman’s hair again, “none of that now.”
Roman’s eyes keep darting around the room, from the closed door to Janus’s hands to his face and away again. Janus frowns.
“Oh, little prince, have you always been so afraid of me?”
“Yes.”
The honesty takes Janus by surprise. Roman Prince has never been afraid of him, at least not like this, like some creature constantly bracing for a blow. He’s responded brilliantly to whatever jibes Janus throws at him during one of their altercations, always ready with a quip on his tongue or a pretty blush to a flirtation. He’s not—he’s never been this.
Perhaps the little prince is a better actor than I gave him credit for.
There are not many people in this city capable of doing that.
Then there’s the sudden realization that the reassurances from the night will no longer work. Roman was safe because he was alone with Janus, there was nothing he could do wrong that would hurt him, there was an easy way to escape if need be. But now Remus is here, there’s another variable to worry about.
And Roman is no match for the both of them.
“Let me have a look, little prince,” he says instead, leaning down to gently tug the shirt up and out of the way. Despite the hero’s movement, there’s no blood, no popped stitches. The wound will still be tender for a while yet, but there’s nothing to worry about. Not at the moment. He says as much, ending with a soft: “sit up, let’s get you something to eat.”
Roman glances at the door again.
“Remus won’t hurt you,” Janus reassures, “not while I’m here.”
Roman’s head whips around so quickly he frets that the little prince will snap his own neck.
“R-Remus?”
Janus blinks. “Yes, Remus, he’s who’s here, he works for me.”
“Remus Sanders?”
He quirks a brow. “And here I thought you didn’t bother to learn my staff.”
“N-no, Remus Sanders, he’s—he’s not dead?”
Not dead?
Judging by the sudden silence in the other room, Janus has about three seconds to brace for it before Remus slams the door open.
Remus’s eyes are giant, his face almost drained of color. Three quick steps and he’s got a fist in Roman’s shirt, wrenching him away from Janus and slamming him up against a wall.
“Remus,” Janus barks, “put him down.”
It says something about Remus’s state of mind that he doesn’t even register Janus’s command. Instead, the man has a knife pressed to Roman’s throat, every muscle in his body bunched up like a clenched fist.
Roman hasn’t flinched. He’s just staring at Remus, his hands sliding and scrabbling uselessly at Remus’s shoulders.
“Y-you’re alive,” he keeps mumbling, “you’re not dead, you’re alive, you’re safe, you’re—you’re—“
Remus abruptly lets Roman go, shoves him further against the wall and yanks the shirt out of the way to see the stitches. The knife goes back in its holster as Roman keeps babbling about how Remus is alive.
“Was it him,” Remus asks in a soft, dangerous voice, cutting through Roman’s babble, “did that bastard stab you?”
Roman jerks his head up and down.
“…well, at least you finally learned how to stand up to your bullies.”
Ah.
Janus must be getting rusty.
“As much as I hate to interrupt the family reunion,” he says, startling the brothers, “I believe there is still business to attend to.”
Remus has the decency to look a little ashamed at directly disobeying several orders now, but the little prince is still staring at Remus like his life depends on it. Janus shakes his head, crossing the room to gently take his chin again.
“You need to eat, little prince,” he murmurs, “come now.”
He doesn’t have to ask Remus to help the little prince to the kitchen. By the time he’s followed them out—and made sure his tea isn’t ruined—Remus has Roman sitting on one of the bar stools, stood next to him, every bit the guard dog as Roman clutches Remus’s tactical vest. As Janus starts to get something together for Roman to eat, Remus doesn’t move once. Instead, he lets Roman cling onto him, mumble to himself, and absentmindedly rub his cheek against Remus’s chest.
Janus sets a plate of food in front of Roman and picks up his tea again, taking a sip and staring at them over the rim of the cup.
This could be a problem.
Remus’s loyalty is not easily won, nor is it easily lost. The man’s been dragged behind a truck by his fingernails and not squealed once. And yet as Remus lifts his head—finally—and looks at Janus, it’s the first time he’s seen that loyalty waver.
Janus stares back. Remus knows better than to try and cross him. Remus himself has been the blunt instrument that disposes of those who did. Remus knows the extent of Janus’s influence better than anyone else, aside from Janus himself.
And still, that loyalty wavers.
The little prince, oblivious to the staring match happening over his head, mumbles a small thanks as he starts to eat. His hands are still shaking. Remus steps closer, pressing Roman further into the counter and the little prince lets him. The message is clear.
This is the one thing of Remus’s that he won’t let Janus take.
Which would be a problem—or wouldn’t be, depending on how quickly Remus cooperates—if Janus weren’t currently dividing his attention between Remus and how his hands are itching to wipe the last speck of blood from the little prince’s hairline.
It takes barely a glance for Remus to understand that Janus would never.
“Little prince,” Janus murmurs, coming around to the other side of the counter once Roman finishes, “I need to have a talk with Remus, do you think you can sleep a little more?”
“I can try.”
“Let’s have you try.” Janus glances at Remus.
“C’mon, Ro-Bro,” Remus says quietly, one arm around Roman’s waist, “back to bed.”
“Re?”
“I gotcha, Roro, I’m right here.”
How adorable.
Remus closes the bedroom door and there’s a long pause.
“Fuck.”
“My thoughts exactly.” Janus takes another sip of his tea. “Does anyone else know what happened?”
“The networks have a hold of the main story, they won’t know what happened inside until the lockdown expires, but Jan—if he was there—“
“The choppers saw him.”
“Shit.”
“They saw him drop the beast’s head but him fleeing the scene won’t look good.”
“I’ve got the team scrambling the data, the location of the beast’s head won’t reach the airwaves.”
“Good.”
Another pause.
“…why’d he come here?”
Janus settles the cup back in its saucer. “…he said I was the only one he could trust.”
Remus snarls. “As if we needed more proof that they treat their people like shit.”
“Believe me, I’ve got quite the list of people I’d like to question.”
Remus bares his teeth. “Don’t do it without me.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it, dear.” He watches Remus stare at the door. “So…you have a brother?”
“Don’t act like you didn’t know that from the extensive background check you did.”
Janus accepts it, setting the teacup aside. “The famous Roman Prince…oh, how the mighty have fallen.”
Remus’s head flicks sharply around to stare at him. But Janus says it with none of his usual flare, dragging his gloved fingertips along the counter.
“Has he always been so…” He fumbles for the right word.
There isn’t one.
Thankfully, Remus understands what he’s trying to get at.
“It’s hard not to,” he mumbles, “even when I hated him—and I hated him, he was always…”
Remus trails off into silence too.
“There was never a moment where I didn’t know that he was still my fucking brother.”
This is dangerous.
The closest thing Janus has to a weakness, up until this point, has been Remus. And Remus is a loyal man, but even he knows Janus will watch him die and feel only the slightest bit of remorse that a useful tool will no longer be in use.
But not anymore.
“I think he wanted me to kill him,” Janus murmurs, noting the way that Remus jerks in surprise.
“Do you think that’s why he came?”
“He told me that I was right,” he says, “that I was—that he remembered I’d told him if he ever realized he couldn’t do it anymore, if he ever needed help, that he should know better than to go back to the people that pretend to care about him.”
“You basically told him you’d be his suicide gun?”
“I didn’t mean it like that, Remus,” Janus says lowly, looking up.
Remus regards him. “Would you have?”
“Killed him?”
“Yes.”
Could he have killed Roman Prince? Yes, easily.
Can he kill the little prince in the bedroom?
“My God,” Remus breathes, “you can’t do it, can you?”
Janus shakes his head. Like it or not, the snake can’t kill the little prince.
“So what now?”
Janus stands up straight. “The city isn’t just going to let Roman Prince disappear, not like that. They’re going to look for him. He’s going to have to make another public appearance.”
“And we have to clean up the rest of the mess.”
“That we’re used to,” Janus sighs, “that I’m not worried about.”
“You’re worried about Roman’s people trying to look for him.” Janus nods. “We’ve got feelers out, we can keep tabs on that.”
“Good.”
Remus spares another glance at the door. “Are you gonna keep him here until then?”
“Yes.”
He lets out a low whistle.
“Go. Get to work.”
“Aye aye, boss.” Remus fixes him with one last look before he disappears out the door.
Janus walks to the bedroom. This time the fond smile crawls across his face unhindered.
“You don’t have to pretend, little prince,” he says as he crosses the room, “if you can’t sleep, you can’t sleep.”
Roman blinks up at him as Janus sits on the edge of the bed. “Sorry.”
“No need for apologies.” He tilts his head to the side. “I never offered you painkillers, are you alright?”
Roman nods.
“Roman,” he asks softly, “why did you come here?”
There’s a pause.
“You said that you remembered me telling you that you could,” he continues, “and that you…trusted me, and yet you seemed surprised that I was—I am willing to help.”
“Still am.”
Remus’s words play in his head again. “You said you remembered what I said—and you be honest with me now,” he says, giving Roman a look, “did you want me to kill you?”
Roman swallows. “I don’t know what I want anymore.”
And oh, Janus has waited so long to hear those words from that pretty mouth but not like this.
He pulls a tissue from the side table and tilts Roman’s head just so to get that last speck of blood, pausing at the way Roman shudders under his touch.
“When was the last time someone touched you,” he asks gently, “before this?”
Roman just shakes his head.
“What is the point,” the snake hisses, “of people pretending to care about you when they don’t give you what you obviously need?”
“You were,” the little prince mumbles, still a beat behind, “I think you were the last person to…to touch me.”
“Before…?”
“Yeah. When we…when you…”
When he had the little prince tied up in the factory downtown, another attempt to persuade him to back off. When he cupped the little prince’s chin in his hand and chuckled as a pretty blush spread across those cheeks. When he let gloved fingers run through his hair and smirked at how easily the little prince lost track of the conversation.
Now, though, Janus cradles the little prince’s face in his hands and lowers himself onto the bed.
“You can have it,” he whispers, running his fingers through the little prince’s hair, “if touch is what you need, you can have it.”
Roman’s eyes flutter, lost on the sensation of Janus’s touch, all but floating on the bed. He starts to curl unconsciously towards him, pliant and still. Janus lets him, moving to wrap his arms around the little prince as he tucks himself under Janus’s chin.
“Why didn’t you tell me,” he asks gently, “that you were hurting so badly?”
He feels the roll of Roman’s throat. “Didn’t want you to think I was any weaker.”
Janus bites back a curse. “Well, I’m afraid you’re about to witness firsthand how weak I am.”
Before Roman can ask what he means, Janus cups the back of his neck and gently, gently kisses his forehead.
“If no one else will do what needs to be done,” he murmurs into Roman’s hair, “then I will.”
If no one else will take care of the little prince that sacrifices so much to protect this city, then the snake is happy to oblige.
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