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chopper-base · 11 months

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TBB Reverse!AU

Chapter one is finished!!! Still haven't figured out a name for this series, so I'll take any suggestions yall have!!

Summary: Crosshair and Echo watch the rest of their team succumb to the chip's control.

Warnings: Character death, canon character death, violence, canon divergence, alternate universe

WC: 2591

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Crosshair didn’t know what to think when he turned to see the regs firing at their Jedi General. Over the sound of blaster fire, he could hear her voice screaming at her padawan to run. Her terror-filled voice sent shivers down the sniper's spine. The Padawan was running in their direction but skidded to a stop when he noticed them in front of him. The Padawan looked at the Bad Batch in fear, taking a shaky step back before turning and disappearing into the snowy woods.

Crosshair looked between the regs running toward the batch and the woods where the kid disappeared, trying to figure out what had caused the regs’ sudden turn.

The realization that Tech was reading something off his datapad had Crosshair snapping his attention back to his brother. Tech explained that General Grievous had been defeated, marking the end of the war. “The com channels are repeating one directive.” Tech’s demeanor changed as he read the next line, “Execute Order 66.”

The moment the words left Tech’s mouth, Crosshair knew something was wrong. He watched as everyone but Echo stiffened. Hunter’s sharp eyes growing eerily distant.

“We need to go after the kid,” Echo broke the strange silence, pointing to where the padawan had disappeared, “He’s gonna get himself killed out there alone!”

Hunter glared at Echo, causing the Corporal to take a step back. “The kid is a jedi. The order includes him,”

“The order??” Echo’s eyes were wide with shock, “Hunter! He’s a kid! We don’t even know what the ‘order’ is!”

“Good soldiers follow orders.”

A pause. Echo’s confused and pleading eyes stared back at Hunter’s distant ones before the Sergeant turned towards where the kid had vanished. “...what?”

Following the trail of small footsteps through the snow, Hunter ignored the ARC. Not another word was uttered as Tech and Wrecker followed behind him, holding their weapons at ready. Echo watched them go, turning towards Crosshair, who hesitantly followed the others.

Before Crosshair could go any further, Echo grabbed his arm desperately. “Crosshair, I know you guys don’t work with the Jedi almost ever, but come on! It’s a kid!!”

Crosshair nodded. “Believe me, I know. Something’s… off. Hunter would never-“

Blaster fire echoed through the mountain range. Crosshair whipped his head around, looking down towards the woods before back up at Echo. Not a word was exchanged as both immediately took off down the snowy slope after their brothers.

The blaster fire stopped as they got closer. Crosshair’s breath caught in his throat as they spotted the rest of the batch. At Hunter’s feet lay the motionless body of the padawan, four blaster burns decorating the young boy’s chest. His eyes were open, but their light was long gone. His round, childish features were frozen in an expression of permanent fear.

The Padawan’s lightsaber was clenched in Hunter’s fist, helmet concealing all emotions on his face. Crosshair could see in the Sergeant’s body language, there was not an ounce of guilt or regret.

Everything about his brothers was wrong. Wrecker was silent, not a single joke or quip escaping his lips. Through the clear visor of Tech’s helmet, Crosshair could see how distant his eyes were, fixed on his datapad, not sparing a glance at the small body at his feet.

The regs were getting closer. Crosshair could hear their boots crunching in the snow behind him, but his eyes refused to leave the boy, smoke still rising from his wounds. His brothers had just murdered a child and the only one who seemed to care at all was Echo.

“We’ve been ordered back to Kamino.”

Crosshair tore his eyes away from the child to glare at Tech. There was no emotion behind his words, no Tech explanation, just orders. Hunter barely acknowledged Tech before walking back up the slope, ignoring Crosshair and Echo all together as he passed. Tech and Wrecker were quick to follow, their steps oddly in sync as they followed their Sergeant.

Crosshair spared a glance back at the young padawan, now being moved by the regs, before nodding at Echo to follow him. Staying further back from the other three, Crosshair and Echo fell into step beside each other.

“Something is seriously wrong with them, Cross,” Echo whispered harshly.

Crosshair studied his brothers as they walked, their movements seemingly not their own. “I know. It’s all wrong,” Very, very wrong.

They continued to follow Hunter at a distance throughout the trek back to the Marauder. Crosshair could feel the uneasy feeling radiating from the ARC that was still in step with the sniper.

When they reached the Marauder, Crosshair climbed the ramp behind Echo, his feet barely hitting the top step before Tech started to raise them. On any other day, Crosshair would have made some snarky comment about waiting for him to be inside before shutting the ramp, or even just an annoyed huff and a glare. Today? Crosshair didn’t even bother to look in Tech’s direction, making his way directly to his bunk. He sat down, keeping his Firepuncher in his hands and ignoring the helmet still on his head. He didn’t want his brothers to see the concern that he was sure was all over his face. He knew his brothers; he knew them better than they knew themselves. Whoever was sitting in the cockpit, were not his brothers.

Not even two weeks ago, Crosshair had watched Hunter almost get himself killed trying to protect a kid. He refused to believe that he had just witnessed that same brother murder a child for treason of all things.

That kid couldn’t have been older than thirteen. Why was he even on a battlefield to begin with?

Crosshair could understand a few Jedi committing treason. They had heard of the massacre on Umbara, a Jedi General who pulled just the right strings to trick two battalions to fire upon each other. Hundreds of regs had been murdered for no other reason than Krell finding power hungry satisfaction in their deaths. Apparently Captain Rex had asked the ex-general why he did it and his answer had simply been ‘because I can’.

Crosshair never cared for the regs, but reading that report had his stomach churning. They weren’t even supposed to have access to those reports, but Tech had gotten curious, hacking in and retrieving the reports in a matter of minutes. They had made sure to delete them when Echo had joined, not needing the ARC knowing the horror his late twin had gone through without him.

Crosshair honestly wouldn’t have batted an eye if they had just gone after the Jedi Council. He could count on one hand how many times they had worked with a Jedi, Skywalker being the only one that Crosshair tolerated, but for them to be ordered to murder the padawans? Something extremely screwed up was happening and whatever it was, was coming directly from the top of command.

Crosshair felt as the ship dropped out of hyperspace, leaving him to assume they had arrived back on Kamino. He sighed, forcing himself to stand before making his way to the cockpit. The room was eerily silent as Tech piloted the Marauder towards Tipoca City, his normal fast maneuvers nowhere to be seen. Crosshair hated the way the ship barely rocked as they landed, all Tech’s movements almost droid like.

Echo sat in the co-pilot’s seat, his helmet still secure on his head. Hunter and Wrecker also still wore their helmets, and for once, Crosshair missed the ruckus that was supposed to be their normal.

Hunter exited the Marauder, Wrecker and Tech falling in step as they made their way down the ramp. Crosshair stopped beside the door, waiting for Echo to exit before he followed. Crosshair was the first to notice the hover gurney, a sheet pulled over what was clearly a body being guided across the hanger. He watched as a lightsaber rolled off the gurney, clanging against the metal floor, rolling to a stop at the feet of a reg.

The colors of the surrounding armor caught the sniper’s attention, confusion overtaking him as he spotted the scarlet red of the Corrie Guard. The other companies made sense being here, but seeing the Guard on Kamino made the pit in Crosshair’s stomach sink deeper.

Wordlessly, he continued to follow his brothers through the white halls of Tipoca city; the corridors filled with more troopers than Crosshair had ever seen on Kamino at once.

The batch came to an abrupt stop as Hunter held up his fist. “We’ve got company,” he stated almost coldly. He turned around, the rest of the batch doing the same, quickly spotting their tail.

A small girl stood behind them, waving at the batch, a smile decorating her face. “Hi! I’m Omega!”

Crosshair glanced at Hunter, gauging his reaction as the child introduced herself, his face giving nothing but annoyance. The Sergeant didn’t bother replying to the child, signaling the batch to follow as he began to walk away. The look that came over the girl’s face as Hunter turned away from her had the sniper sneering at the Sergeant.

Echo looked at her with a look of sympathy, offering her a forced smile, “Sorry, kid. We’ve had a rough day. Just… don’t take it personally,”

The girl returned his smile. The look of betrayal on her face stabbed the sniper. He didn’t know who this kid was, but it was evident this child had been excited to meet them, and Hunter barely gave the poor girl a glance.

Echo turned and began to follow the rest, but Crosshair couldn’t help but stare at the girl a little longer. She met his gaze, something in her eyes sending a wave of calm over him. He couldn’t bring himself to return her smile, but he nodded to her, “Stay out of trouble, kid,”

That seemed enough for her, her smile growing just a bit brighter. She waved to him as he turned to catch up with the rest of his brothers.

Something about her was familiar, like he knew, but he couldn’t place it. Her smile burned into his mind, her look of innocence as she introduced herself, the look of betrayal as his brothers cast her off as nothing. He couldn’t get her out of his head, he knew he would likely run into her again, and for a reason Crosshair couldn’t place, he looked forward to it.

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The Empire. That’s what the republic had now become. A galaxy wide empire with one man sitting at the top, in charge of it all. The thought of a single man being the voice of reason and law didn’t sit well with the sniper. The war was finally finished, yet somehow, Crosshair knew the fight was far from over.

Crosshair began to notice the difference in the regs’ behavior as well, seeming almost as though their minds weren’t their own. Regs never got along with the batch. Insults being thrown their way was just the way of life with the batch when they were on Kamino, but the regs acted as though the batch didn’t exist.

Crosshair eventually found himself in the mess hall, his brothers silently eating around him. He absently stared at the food on his tray, his appetite practically nonexistent. The sniper hadn’t expected much to happen during their meal, seeing as the regs had been weirdly ignoring, but the last thing he expected was a small body sitting to his right. Crosshair looked to see the girl again, smiling up at him as she set her tray beside his. She looked around at the rest of the batch waving, her bright smile still plastered on her face. The only one who paid her any mind was Echo, offering the girls a small smile, and a slightly confused sounding ‘hello’. She looked back at the sniper, her smile now slightly saddened.

“You are aware, sitting with us might attract some unwanted attention?”

The girl’s smile didn’t waver. “But I want to sit with you so I don’t care what they think,” she stated matter-of-factly.

Crosshair tried and failed to hide the small smile that flashed across his lips. “What are you doing on Kamino, anyway?”

The girl shrugged, “I’ve been here all my life,”

Crosshair looked at her in confusion, “All your-?” The voice of a reg behind him had him stopping mid sentence.

“Oh look. The defect squad got themselves a new recruit!”

Crosshair turned to see a small group of regs walking by, a smug look on every one of their faces. Omega shrunk slightly in the seat next to him, which just pissed the sniper off more. Crosshair wasn’t one to start fights with other regs, especially when they were on Kamino, but it was taking everything in him not to launch himself at the smug bastard.

Another reg laughed, “One more member for the sad batch,”

The only thing stopping the sniper now was a small hand that came to rest on his arm, the girl’s face offering him a reassuring smile. “Don’t worry, Crosshair. They’re not worth it,”

The regs walked away, laughing and throwing insults over their shoulder. Omega turned back to the table, offering the sniper a reassuring smile, before starting to eat. Crosshair watched the young girl in fascination, wondering why the child had grown up on Tipoca, of all places. Across the table, Echo was watching her as well, glancing at Crosshair with a look of confusion.

“You said you grew up here on Kamino?” Echo questioned, leaning forward and resting his scomp on the table.

Omega nodded, “I work with Nala Se as her medical assistant.”

Crosshair’s confusion continued to grow as the girl smiled at Echo. “...You’re just a kid? Why would they bring you to Kamino-“

“Crosshair,” Hunter’s voice cut him off. The sniper turned to the Sergeant, meeting his gaze, “Tell the girl to get lost. We are about to leave.”

Crosshair just stared at him as he stood up, quickly followed by Wrecker and Tech. Crosshair turned back to Echo and then to Omega, who looked as though she was holding back tears. He looked back at Echo, holding down the anger that was starting to boil. “If he snaps at me one time, I’m gonna hit him.”

Echo rolled his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Yeah, because assaulting your superior officer is a great idea when he’s acting insane.”

“...it’s not his fault.” Omega cut in, her voice barely above a whisper, “He doesn’t have a choice.”

“Doesn’t have-...? The hell does that mean?” Crosshair questioned, a bit more harshly than he wanted, “We’re not droids, kid.”

Omega seemed to shrink into herself, but still looked up to meet the sniper’s eyes. “It’s their inhibitor chip. It’s making them act this way. It’s not their fault!”

“Inhibitor- what?” Echo stared at the kid, as she seemed to shrink even farther.

Before Omega could respond, a voice was calling his name from across the mess hall. He turned to see Hunter standing by the door, his bucket on his head. “Admiral Tarkin has requested for us to run a battle simulation. Let’s go. Both of you.” He barked before turning and disappearing through the door.

Crosshair turned back to Echo, clearly pissed. “...I’m gonna hit him.”

“Cross, no.”

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marigoldenblooms · 17 days

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Unica Semper Avis Chapter 2 is coming out tonight at 6pm EST! (Cleric!Wanda x Fem!AvianShifter!Reader x MonsterHunter!Natasha, which you can read the first part here)- For now, however, enjoy a snippet of a Gp!Natasha x Fem!Reader Reincarnation AU Oneshot, which will feature (gun) violence, enemies to lovers and semi-hate fucking, inspired by a reel I found on Instagram, lol- Enjoy ^^ MINORS DNI - 18+ ~~~

The room would’ve been dim as you led her along, your hands soft against hers. Natasha was rougher in this lifetime- you could see the way her nose had been broken or her lip split many times before, and yet her face was always the same. She still had the bruises along her knuckles, commonplace in every rebirth. She was always a fighter. You’d felt her pain through the bond countless times, knocking you senseless. It was her turn.

The table was small, low to the ground as the gleaming object upon it earned a sidelong glance. “A gun?” She’d chuckle, watching as your nimble fingers loaded the silvery revolver.

“Russian roulette..you are russian in this lifetime, right?”

“Yes..” She’d purse her lips as you sat down, kneeling against the rough floor. You handed the weapon to her, your expression even as you’d draw your fingers along the table’s sides, “Death means little to us, Natasha..why not play with it?”

“And so you want us to throw this life away?” She’d scoff, crossing her arms as the gun laid untouched in front of her. She still hadn’t sat down. You’d smirk a teasing retort, feeling the flush in her expression. “Why not? I’m even wearing something pretty for this.”

A glimmer in her eye drew your pause, raising a brow in response. Her grin was almost shit eating, a purr that she hadn’t had in centuries, “I’d be willing, if we made a deal.”

“A deal?” Your pressing only made her smile wider, as she settled down with her hands against the tabletop. She’d lean forward, and her breath across from you made your skin goosebump, “We kiss every time we live.”

“What? Not gotten laid enough in this life, Tasha?” Your wheeze was caught in your throat, eyes narrowing at her taunting expression. Your thoughts swimmed, and for a second you could feel the thrill of excitement from her. This was a challenge. The thought sent a shiver down your back to buzz between your legs- even though your word were half snarled. “Deal.”

She cocked the gun, raised it to her temple, and the click of the trigger was the only sound. Nothing.

She slid the weapon towards you, yet her hand shot out to grab your hip before it could fully grate across the rough wood. Her lips were fiery, a hunger built into the searing kiss that had aged for centuries. You tasted the whisky from the party downstairs, its noise forgotten as you pressed into her, your hand finding the small of her back as you sighed into her touch.

The next few kisses held a similar passion, difficult to keep at arm's length. By the sixth failed shot, it had become routine, and you hardly moved as your palms lurched out to rest on Natasha’s thighs. An exasperation marred your enjoyment, arousal sticky between your legs, while the redhead’s fingers had done nothing to soothe you. You could tell by her smile against your mouth that she’d felt your desperation, breaking the kiss with a low pant, “Fuck, Tasha- you better shoot yourself or fuck me, because I swear-”

“Baby, please-” Her hushes fell on deaf ears, especially as her fingers plucked something held between her teeth, the metal shimmering and for a second you could taste its metallic weight on your tongue. The bullet. Her eyes would trail you, “I’m a spy in this lifetime, darling. Couldn’t have my good girl get hurt, now could I?”

“How did you..?”

“The first time was just luck,” Her hands were cool as they’d palm your sides, sliding you closer to straddle her hips, your thighs on either side of hers. “The others were just for my pleasure.” Her pupils were dark and heavy, blown as she’d look down at you with a coy grin. Her voice was like satin as she hovered her lips above yours, “Please, baby…won’t you give me another? I kiss much better with this out of my mouth.”

#minors dni #natasha romanoff smut #natasha smut #natasha romanov #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff #natasha x reader #reincarnation au #hate fuck #smut with plot #smut #fem reader #x reader #dom!natasha #brat!reader #canon character death #this one gonna go crazy #bearrrwrites

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howdoyoudothedew · 6 months

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Rated: G

Pairing: Soundrod (Hot Rod/Soundwave)

Word Count: ~1k

A/N: @whumptober no.16 "Don't go where I can't follow", established soundrod

There is a war coming. Hot Rod can feel it in the air; can feel it in the speeches; can feel it in the way Megatron and Optimus’ daily trips to Maccadam’s slowly get louder and end more and more with one of them storming out and the other staring forlornly at their back; can feel it in how tightly Soundwave holds him when they recharge. It scares him. Because he knows his conjunx and he knows himself. He knows they will end on different sides of this war. He is too loyal to Optimus and Soundwave is too loyal to Megatron for anything else to happen. Both of them are duty bound.

A week before the war starts, they are both quiet. Hot Rod doesn’t ramble. Soundwave’s speakers are silent. Even Lazerbeak seems to feel the weight in the house, constantly shifting and never perching in a single soot for long but never going far from Soundwave. He knows Soundwave’s thoughts have traveled the same paths his own have. That’s why it surprises him when Soundwave asks quietly, “Don’t go where I can’t follow.”

It hurts to smile, but Hot Rod does it anyway. “I have to.” Soundwave’s face falls, but Hot Rod knows he understands. There are unspoken apologies in Hot Rod’s optics, unspoken longings and wishes, and Hot Rod knows Soundwave understands them, too. Hot Rod hopes they’ll be together again at the end of the war. He knows them both well enough to know the only way they won’t be is if someone manages to kill one of them. He knows Soundwave won’t die. Knows that his conjunx is strong, trusts that he will survive. Hot Rod hopes that he will survive, too, so he doesn’t have to leave Soundwave’s side permanently.

The night before the war starts, Soundwave holds him like he never wants to let go and Hot Rod holds him back the same despite knowing they’ll need to separate with the day.

The day the war starts, Hot Rod and Soundwave share the last kiss they will share for a very long time.

The one good thing about the Quintessons is how the roles of ‘autobot’ and ‘decepticon’ become worthless. They fight a lot, once Soundwave is finally released from the parade, over small things and dumb things and some things that are neither small nor dumb. Every moment alone they can snatch, they spend together. They finish the entire training simulator multiple times, just the two of them. Hot Rod never imagined when the war started that he would end up as a commander and he is glad with Soundwaves return, he is not alone as Optimus was. He nearly forgot having Soundwave at his side makes him stronger. With him, Hot Rod truly finally believes they can win. He finally believes the war can end. Both of them. Though with their small band slowly trying to save everyone from a parade that was slowly draining them, the first already felt over.

Then the Quintessons and their created Judge are gone and for the briefest second, Hot Rod thinks he may get to fix their planet with his conjunx by his side. And instead, Megatron makes a stupid decision that makes his denta grind and makes his spark stop. That makes Hot Rod realize unlike Soundwave and himself, Megatron has forgotten that Optimus and him shared the same goals originally and theoretically still did. Maybe Optimus has forgotten, too. Hot Rod looks at his conjunx and he does not want it to be the last time he has to see him without a physical wall in the way. So, later when they are alone, Hot Rod echoes the same words Soundwave asked him back before the war started and hopes that maybe, just maybe, Soundwave will give the answer he was unable to give.

Soundwave doesn’t. Hot Rod asks, “don’t go where I can’t follow,” and Soundwave has an uncharacteristic moment of hesitation as he no doubt remembers speaking those same words, and echoes Hot Rod’s back, “I have to”. Maybe other bots would be, but Hot Rod isn’t upset or mad about it. Even in their stupidity, Soundwave is stubbornly loyal to Megatron and Hot Rod is stubbornly loyal to Optimus. Even as their leader’s issues literally split their planet in half, they remain bound by duty. Split apart on different sides.

Hot Rod hopes the stupid wall shorts out forever.

Hot Rod knows Soundwave is going to do it before he moves. His frame hurts from Tarn’s punches, metal buckled in painfully against his protoform and lines, and his audials are ringing, but he still hears Soundwave clearly. Hears Soundwave’s, “You will pay for this.”

Hears Soundwaves foot hit the ground to knock everyone away.

And Hot Rod knows what Soundwave will do. What movements he will make. He grits his denta and turns to his side so he can see him

“Soundwave.” Hot Rod calls from under Tarn. “Please, don’t go where I can’t follow.” Because there will be no reunion this time. No fights or kisses or rolled eyes about their leader’s inability to get their scrap together without dragging all of Cybertron into the middle of it. Hot Rod hurts. It has nothing to do with any of the injuries Tarn has inflicted. Hot Rod hurts. And Hot Rod just wants to be held tightly after this.

Soundwave doesn’t respond, though Hot Rod knows he hears him, and walks unwavering into his deactivation.

Lazerbeak pulls at Hot Rod’s exhaust pipes and pecks at his helm till he follows him. He has no clue where he’s being led, only the feeling that it has something to do with the two days Lazerbeak scared him by going missing after refusing to leave his side since Soundwave’s sacrifice. He’s led to the ruins of the house he could never bring himself to repair without Soundwave. And it feels like his vocalizer breaks.

There is music in the air. Light, and airy, and dare he say magical sounding. It would probably make him snort, if he could breathe. He has not heard music in so long.

“Hot Rod.” His intake fills suddenly.

“Soundwave?” Hot Rod asks, says, gasps for air. Lazerbeak does a circle and lands on Soundwave’s shoulder. It’s enough to make Hot Rod stumble forward. He takes Soundwave’s helm between his servos; he examines his optics; he moves to grip Soundwave’s own servos tightly. The whole time that music is playing and it’s the best music Soundwave has ever heard. It sounds like victory. It sounds like peace, finally. It sounds like home.

“You’re back,” Hot Rod says.

“Affirmative,” Soundwave says. And Hot Rod laughs, grief being washed out by relief, and Soundwave rests his helm against Hot Rod’s and holds him tightly like he was the one to deactivate himself to protect his conjunx and free a group of perfect decepticons from tyranny. Hot Rod holds him back just as tight.

Eventually it will be time to return. Eventually they will have to break away and go back to the city. There is still a lot to do with Cybertron, even with Optimus working to rebuild. Shadowstriker has been his second as he leads in Optimus’ place, and while she has done her best, she is no Soundwave and doesn’t truly want to have that position. It will be nice to relieve her; it will be nice to have his conjunx by his side again.

Eventually they will have to separate to do everything they need to, to follow the new duties they have in peacetime, but neither will voice the words they did before, because they both know neither will go where the other can’t follow again. Cybertron is finally at peace. They can finally just be again. Maybe their old house will finally be repaired.

It is so easy in this moment to surge up as Soundwave tips his helm down and press their lips together, so that is what Hot Rod does.

#whumptober2023 #no.16 #“don't go where i can't follow”#transformers cyberverse #fic #canon character death #soundrod #hot rod #soundwave #maccadam #transformers #whumptober #link writes

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lizzy-redheart · 5 months

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The true colors potion - Chapter 1 - springrose44 - Trolls (DreamWorks Movies) [Archive of Our Own]

Rating:

General Audiences

Archive Warning:

No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories:

F/M , Gen

Fandoms:

Trolls (DreamWorks Movies)Trolls - Fandom

Relationships:

Branch/Poppy (Trolls)Branch & Poppy (Trolls)Branch & Creek (Trolls)Branch & Grandma Rosiepuff (Trolls)Branch & King Peppy (Trolls)Branch & The Snack Pack (Trolls)Poppy & The Snack Pack (Trolls)King Peppy & Poppy (Trolls)

Characters:

Branch (Trolls)Grandma Rosiepuff (Trolls)Poppy (Trolls)King Peppy (Trolls)Biggie (Trolls)Smidge (Trolls)Creek (Trolls)Guy DiamondDJ Suki (Trolls)Satin (Trolls)Chenille (Trolls)Original CharactersFuzzbert (Trolls)Cooper (Trolls)Original Male Character(s)Original Female Character(s)

Additional Tags:

Grey Branch (Trolls)Branch Needs a Hug (Trolls)Alternate UniverseRomanceSlow RomanceCharacter DeathSecretsPotionsFamily SecretsMinor Original Character(s)Background Character DeathAlternate Universe - Canon Divergence.

Summary:

After losing his colors due to grandma death branch trun to temporarily solution to solve his gray situation problem he make a potion that will let him have his true colors for about 12 hours before the effects of the potion wear off so branch detriment that none of the trolls know that he truned gray drinks this potion daily as well as he have a supply of this magic potion so he can never run out .

What if branch had a close family friend to some how look after him after his grandma death ? & what if that family friend knows of branch secret ?

Poppy have a feeling that this shy , akwakard teal blue troll isn't what he seems she have a feeling that he's hiding a big secret from all the trolls and poppy is so determined to find out what it is

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evilwriter37 · 1 month

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It's thinking about Hiccup doing badly mentally, emotionally and physically after becoming chief in the wake of his father's traumatic murder hours.

Oooooooooooh, yes yes yes!!! Always a good time!!!

Let the man have a breakdown, gdi!

Dreamworks I will pay you to see a fully voiced, animated Hiccup breakdown. Jay Baruchel would probably do it in a heartbeat.

#asks #httyd #httyd 2 #canon character death

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braxiatel · 5 months

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Mr jumbo?? 👉👈

(For the drawing requests)

This is the only one I ended up having time for.

Guy who has had a no good horrible terrible day not least because of fences

This was the first time I’ve tried working with a randomly generated colour palette. Overall I’m pretty happy with it even if I wish I’d had time to do more of a background

#makes me aware I need to practice blocky shading #which is good! gives me something to work towards #when I have time lol #secret life #secret life spoilers #secret life smp #slsmp #slsmp spoilers #mumbo jumbo #trafficblr #traffic smp #traffic series #life series #life smp #blood #canon character death #my art

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made-by-moon · 5 months

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Remus Lupin and Another Moment of Grief

Remus stood on the cold stone. High arch towering over him with milky fog falling from its top. Harry was safe. Devastated, crying, grieving but nonetheless safe. For now. Remus could shed a few tears of his own while standing in front of the Veil. He was so tired of grieving. It seems that was all he was doing for over a decade now. But even then, there was hope. A little sliver of light, locked behind the walls of Azkhaban. He never stopped hoping that Sirius was innocent. And when he finally could say it with certainty, "he didn’t do it, he didn't betray us, he didn't betray me", the man was gone. He knew that just like when he lost Marlene or James or Lily or many others that were victims to this cruel, senseless war, no amount of tears or desperate prayers could bring him back. So finally, it all came back to the beginning. He was lost and in pain. But this time, he was not a child. There was no one to hold his hand and guide his steps. He was completely, devastatingly alone.

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sunnyrosewritesstuff · 6 months

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OOF! That was rough! @lisellelascelles I hope you're proud of yourself. 🤣 Seriously though thank you for the prompt! And let me know if you were looking for something other than Bagginshield.

It Was Only a Dream

Pairing: Bagginshield

Type of Trick: Unrequited Pining

Warnings: Angst, Canonical Character Death

Word Count: 733

Bilbo had thought after everything that had happened, things would have ended differently for him. There had been the hug after he had saved Thorin’s life, the look and nod after vouching for him in Laketown, and of course the mithril that Balin had let slip exactly the worth of such a gift. Surely it had to mean something? Bilbo’s heart ached for it to mean something beyond friendship. Yet that was the word Thorin kept repeating.

Perhaps he had only been deluding himself. Falling for a pair of blue eyes and a singing voice that had him sprinting out his door in the first place. Thorin had always made it very clear he didn’t want him. The disdain and contempt that rolled off him through the first leg of their journey should have been more than enough of a hint. However, once he had proved himself there had been a change in Thorin, and that was the part that was most painful to acknowledge. The sheer undeniable hope that had surged in Bilbo that he could get Thorin back his home, and the dwarf king would hold Bilbo in the same regard. Yet now, standing before the throne of Erebor, Bilbo didn’t know why he ever thought something so outlandish.

“Master Baggins,” Thorin remarked kindly. “My Burglar, my dear friend.”

Bilbo felt his ears wiggle in delight at the term ‘my’ coming from Thorin’s lips.

“May we part in friendship. I forgive any and all transgressions you’ve made against Erebor, and grant you leave of anything you desire in the treasury. To take back to your books, your gardens, your armchair. Truly if more people valued home above gold, the world would be a merrier place.”

Bilbo stood there completely flummoxed even as something familiar niggled at the back of his mind.

“Wait! So…that’s it then? I just…I thought…”

Thorin tilted his head to the side as his eyebrows pulled together. “Haven’t you thought of nothing but your Bag End and your warm bed?”

“Well, I…yes…but…”

“Bilbo…” Thorin soothed with his deep melodic voice. “You don’t belong here. You’ll be nothing but a burden.”

“Thorin, please, let me just…”

“This gold is minnnnnee…”

Bilbo sat up in bed, his heavy breathing filling the quiet of the dark room. Bilbo fought the covers to light a candle, letting it reveal his bedroom in Bag End. Bilbo let his head flop backwards as he sucked in a deep breath. A dream. It was just a dream. He rubbed his hands down his face. What a terrible way to remember his friend. He couldn’t rest like this. He ought to pen Thorin a letter asking to visit Erebor soon. After all, the real Thorin wouldn’t deny him a visit, even if his feelings weren’t returned.

Bilbo fought his way to his feet. His joints feeling stiff despite working perfectly well. However, just before his feet hit the ground, a realization occurred that somehow managed to punch the air right out of his lungs. He couldn’t write Thorin a letter. He could never write Thorin again. Thorin wasn’t in Erebor living his days as king. Thorin was dead.

A strangled sound managed to gurgle its way out of Bilbo’s throat before he was sobbing right there in his bed. He couldn’t remember being this distraught in a long time. However, there was something more painful in never knowing if his feelings would have been returned. To have been rejected was one thing, to live without the only person he’s ever loved…

“Uncle Bilbo?”

Bilbo sucked in a breath at the sleepy voice in the doorway. He hastily wiped at his eyes.

“Yes, lad. What is it?” He snapped.

Frodo stood there dumbfounded for a moment. “You were crying.”

Bilbo heaved a deep sigh as he slowly lifted his head to meet his younger cousin’s steady gaze with a weak smile.

“My dreams were poor. That’s all. May you find better ones.”

Frodo hesitated for a little while longer before nodding his head and leaving with a soft ‘good night Uncle’. Bilbo sat there a little longer in his pity before deciding to follow his own advice and chase after better dreams. He blew out his candle, tucking himself back in, and pulling out his ring as he traced the smooth piece of gold. The only treasure he could find solace in after his little tragic adventure.

Trick or treat my inbox.

#trick or treat my inbox #the hobbit #bagginshield #canon character death #sorry for the pain

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pomegrantd · 4 months

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Title: Memento Mori

Rating: T Words: 1,640 Chapter: 1/?

Summary: After learning of her brother's death, Thalia decides to see how deep hubris can go on a quest to Hades to bring him back. In it she will have to face her own past, the many hands that have upturned their lives, and what ramifications such a choice has on the world around them. After all, she came back from the dead, why can't he?

A/N: Thalia journeys to the underworld to save her brothe but gets a character study instead. Link !

#thalia grace #percy jackson fanfiction #major character death #canon character death

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kanafinwe-makalaure · 1 year

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Why are you still looking in the flames? He's already right next to you.

#amrod #amras #crispy amrod #silm #silm art #my art #silmarillion art #the silmarillion #ambarussa #ambarussar #id in alt text #cw fire #canon character death #ish

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ormspryde · 3 months

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Strength of my Soul

Raven/Yeager soulmate AU I've been on about for the past couple days.

This one follows them from being children all the way to the Great War.

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mikaharuka · 11 months

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Desiderium - Official Post

This one is... special. For those of you who don't already know, Fire Emblem Three Houses was the fandom I started out in, almost 4 years ago - with Hubert/Ferdinand (Ferdibert), to be exact. Real life got busy and I stopped writing 3 years ago. Of course, I picked up my gay Twilight/LnD rewrite and world, and started posting last year.

Two weeks ago, I was cleaning out my Google Drive and noticed a huge folder of all these Ferdibert (+Edelthea) ideas that I'd outlined, and I thought that I might finish those if the inspiration struck.

So here I am. Having returned to Ferdibert with this new mini-series "Another World". It'll have six fics to it by the end - a trio each for Hubert/Ferdinand and Edelgard/Dorothea alike, 900 words per fic.

Title: Desiderium (Part 1 of 6, Another World - Ferdibert 1 of 3)

Author: Mizuka

Rating: Mature (no smut in this entry)

Category: M/M

Word Count: 900 words

Summary: A complicated thread of fate binds Hubert and Ferdinand, leaving them with thoughts of another future.

Notes: This contains canonical MCD, as this fic is canon-compliant and follows Claude's route... however, it isn't quite traditional. Reincarnation is a major component of this series (hence the series name "Another World"). As such, while the fic has real MCD and a sad ending, it also has a notably bittersweet and hopeful tone. The overall series does have an unambiguously happy ending.

(Tagging because you might be interested? Not sure tbh, since this is new, so let me know if I missed you! @mrsmungus, @udaberriwrites, @magma-saarebas19, @aislinnstanaka, @writingpotato07, @lena-hills, @hylianjo, @bees-and-sunshine, @tsunderewatermelon, @bleepbloopbotz @axolotlsupremacyowo, @kayedium-writes, @sliebman10 @danceswithdarkspawn @precambrian-sea-pancake)

#fe3h #fire emblem #three houses #ferdibert #hubert x ferdinand #ferdinand x hubert #hubert von vestra #ferdinand von aegir #slash fic #slash fanfiction #fe3h fanfic #fe3h hubert #fe3h ferdinand #mizuka's fe3h stuff #another future verse #reincarnation au #canon character death

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vampirewalterskinner · 9 months

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I’ve been toying with a slice of life Walter x Dana x Fox au that’s probably only gonna live in my head but Walter, Fox, and Dana growing up together and being hella close 🫠 (Read tags for triggers first 💖)

Walter is the oldest by a few years and has always felt like a protector, watching over them. Also felt like the third wheel. He and Fox both have always had crushes on Dana. Fox was the only one to admit it, when the two of them were alone on their sleepovers. Walter would never say a word, just let Fox talk about how much he loved her, silently agreeing, and his heart aching because he knew he couldn’t have her. Couldn’t have either of them.

Then, when the two became a couple at 15, Walter was happy for them but started to distance himself. As soon as he graduated high school he was gone. Out of their lives. Joined the Marines as means for escape, somewhere they wouldn’t follow.

By the time he came home he got a big welcome from his family—as well as the Mulder and Scully family. The families were close, after all. It’s the first time he’s seen Fox and Dana since his graduation. They’re wound up in each other’s arms, smiling at him. Adults. He catches sight of the engagement ring on Scully’s finger and he can’t breathe. He’s lost them both all over again. There’s a big dinner to celebrate Walter’s return and he forces a smile the entire time. Seated between Fox and Dana at the dinner table, he wants to run away. Dana reaches out and grabs his hand, smiling at him. Fox taps his wrist and motions with his jaw for Walter to follow him. Walter can never say no to them even when he wants to. The three end up in Fox’s old bedroom. It’s different from when Walter last saw it, but he missed out on a few years of Fox and Dana growing up. It still feels like Fox’s room. Walter blurts “congratulations” before they can say anything. Dana smiles while Fox is beaming, he was proud of the ring he picked for her. Proud of himself for having the courage to finally ask. But all Fox says is, “It’s good to have you back, Walt.” And his heart flutters because Fox rarely used a nickname for him. Dana reaches out to touch his uniform, smoothing her hands over the material and telling him he looks handsome. He can’t take it anymore. Being around two people he couldn’t have. Mutters that he needs to go. The two frown and Walter hates that he’s the reason they stop smiling. They both reach out to him, ask him why, and he pulls away. Can’t meet their eyes as he says they’re older now. Things have changed. They’ve grown up. Their friendship wasn’t what it used to be. Fox starts to scowl and snaps, “That’s not our fault. You joined the Marines without telling us. We stopped sending letters because you never responded.” Walter still won’t meet his gaze, flexing his jaw. Dana reaches out for him again and he takes a step back, muttering a low apology before stating, “It’s just better this way.” Walter returns to the party. Fox and Dana don’t.

A few years go by and Walter gets a fancy envelope in the mail. A wedding invitation from Fox and Dana. He can’t believe they waited this long to go through with it. Looks up when Sharon asks if they’re going. He smiles, the look strained, and says, “I guess so.”

He shows up to the wedding looking stunning in a suit. Sharon on his arm, gorgeous as ever, definitely helped his appearance. He’s coaxed to sit with the family, everyone thrilled to see him and meet his woman. The wedding starts and Fox looks so handsome at the alter, his heart skips a beat. Then Scully walks down the aisle. Walter has to look away, his hand clenching at his side. She was a goddess, and he felt like slime for thinking it with Sharon next to him. He tears up when they read their vows. And then it’s done. They belonged to each other. Walter was, officially, no longer a part of them. At the reception they come rushing to him, hugging him tight. Smiles and beauty. Dana notices Sharon first and her smile turns a little strained, asking who she was. Sharon smiles and holds up her hand, showing off her ring with a kind smile, “I’m Sharon. Walter’s wife. I’m surprised you didn’t know. We’ve been married for well over a year.”

Walter sees the betrayal in their eyes and looks away. He hadn’t told anyone but his family that he was getting married and he asked them to keep a tight, heavy lid on that information. Dana forces a bright smile. Fox does not. The two leave in a hurry and Walter feels his stomach twisting in knots. Grabs Sharon’s hand and mumbles that they should go home.

More years go past. He loves Sharon. He truly does. She’s an amazing woman. Beautiful. Intelligent. Kind. And she has so much patience for him. Knew what he needed before he did. Knew how to make everything better. That’s why he was pissed he couldn’t give her everything she wanted. They could never have children and it was his fucking fault. She never blamed him. In fact when the doctor gave them the news she just held his face, brushed the angry tears from his lashes, and looked him steadily in the eyes as she whispered firmly, “You’re everything to me, Walter. You’re enough.”

That’s what made him feel like garbage, for still yearning for his friends.

That’s what made it so devastating when she became sick.

She died in a hospital, holding his hand, and her last words had been a grateful thanks to him for loving her, spending the rest of her life with her. Walter felt like he had wasted her time.

Sharon’s funeral is when he sees Fox and Dana again. He doesn’t remember inviting them. His family must have. They took care of everything because Sharon didn’t have a family of her own. There they were, huddled under the same umbrella, Fox stooped down to fit underneath because Dana was holding it, beautiful in black. Walter had kept the tears at bay. Had nodded politely to everyone’s condolences. Dana and Fox kept their distance. Until they got him alone. They were showing pictures on a screen of Sharon, her life, and he couldn’t take it. Ran away like he always does to a secluded room, sitting in the center of a leather couch, biting back every emotion that could be felt. That’s where they find him. They don’t say a word. Fox sits to his left and Dana to his right, their bodies pressed close. They both take hold of his hands and that’s when he breaks. He just starts crying and he can’t stop. They take turns holding him. One pulling him against their chest as the other rubs his back. All he can manage to say is, “I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry.” He doesn’t know if it was for them or Sharon, or both.

He doesn’t see them again for months.

During that time he takes care of himself less. Drinks more. He becomes an alcoholic. Even picks up smoking because he doesn’t give a shit about himself. Not anymore. He thinks about Sharon constantly. Thinks about Dana and Fox, too. Maybe he thought too hard because one night, on his worst night when he contemplates how much weight a beam in his apartment can hold, Fox and Dana appear. They tell him his parents contacted them. They didn’t know what else to do to help him. Walter tries to send them away. Tries to burn them with spiteful words. He’s met with a hard fist busting his nose and Fox snarling at him to shut the fuck up and let them be his friends, at least one last time. They dote on him. Clean his apartment. Fox helps Walter take a shower, shave his face. Dana removes every last bottle of alcohol. They have Walter lay down in his bed and he sleeps soundly for the first time in years.

When he wakes up they’re laying on either side of him. His heart aches as he watches them. Dana shifts closer, hanging onto his arm, and his breath catches. Her stomach was firm against him. She was pregnant. He wants a drink. Tries to get up when Fox pushes him back down and mumbles, “Stay. I’m not done being your friend.” And it makes Walter ache. He gives into it. Into them. Pulls them closer to his body and hugs them tight, kissing their heads before falling back asleep.

Wakes up again and they’re gone. It hurts, but he understands. Pads out of his bedroom and is surprised to find Dana cooking and Fox pestering her, the two smiling and sharing a kiss. He wants to join them but he doesn’t know how. Doesn’t know if he can. Clears his throat and stands awkwardly at the entrance of the kitchen. They look at him and smile. They reach out toward him and he approaches slowly. Genuinely shocked when they each pull him into a hug. He feels Dana’s hard tummy press against him. It’s not quite visible yet. Not to anyone who doesn’t know her. Finds himself asking how far along she is. Dana blushes and claims that she’s 13 weeks in. No one knows yet. Walter smiles lightly and apologizes if he ruined the surprise. Congratulations to them both.

They sit Walter down for breakfast, talking mostly about the pregnancy. It’s a good distraction. Then they talk about the house they bought recently. How it has room for a third. Walter stares. He looks away and tells them that’s not a good idea. He’s not in a good place and they were. They were going to have a baby. Fox arguing that Walter would be a big help around the house since Dana should take it easy. They could rekindle their friendship. Dana takes his hand and tells him they don’t want him to be alone anymore. Walter crumbles against his better judgement. He agrees. Asks for help when going through Sharon’s things.

Over the next couple weeks they help Walter pack. Help him go through Sharon’s stuff. He keeps most of it. Hates the idea that everything she loved just ends up going nowhere because she didn’t have family to leave her things to. He’s not allowed to drink. They already told him they won’t keep booze in the house. They let him keep smoking, for now, but he knows not to do it anywhere near Dana. He leaves his apartment behind and moves in. The house is beautiful and a nice size—purchased with the help of Fox’s father, no doubt. Two story with a wraparound porch and a lovely yard. The baby’s room is right beside Fox and Dana’s. Walter wasn’t expecting his room to be on the other side of them. His room is filled with Sharon’s boxes. He has very little of his own things. He tries not to think about it. Hopes they don’t notice.

They make him dinner. It’s wonderful. They’re wonderful. Walter finds himself smiling, if a little. And he hates himself for it. Excuses himself to go outside and smoke. Leans on the porch railing with a sigh and lights it, pulling in a deep breath and releasing it with a tired sigh. Rubs his temples as he thinks. Jumps out of his skin when Fox comes out to check on him. Fox leans back against the railing with his hips, arms crossed over his chest as he asks how he’s doing. Walter’s shoulders shrug, “I’m alive.” He knows it’s not a good answer. But he also knows Fox will understand. Feels a warm hand on his shoulder and he leans into it. They stand in silence, Walter bent at the waist and Fox facing the house. When Walter lights a second cigarette Fox holds his hand out. Surprised, Walter gives it to him. Amazed when he watches Fox take a drag with ease and release it with a faint smile. Takes a second puff and hands it back, “That’s a good brand, Walt.”

Walter blinks, “You smoke?”

Fox nodded. “I did for a bit. Started after you left for the Marines.”

Ah. Walter’s chest tightened. It was his fault. Again. Turns his head away and says nothing. Minutes pass. His second cigarette is burning low but he doesn’t know what else to do but light up a third. He can’t drink. Can’t kill himself. Can’t talk.

Doesn’t expect Fox to reach out and touch his head, combing his hair. What was left of it. He had started balding during his service. Took after his dad.

“You look like your dad. But, y’know, taller,” Fox murmured.

Walter smiled. “I’m taller than everyone in my family.”

“I know. You're the handsome one, too.”

Walter paused. He looked up at Fox. He wasn’t smiling. His eyes were honest. Walter’s heart skipped a beat. “What?”

The corners of Fox’s lips lifted. “You know why it took so long for Dana and I to get married?”

Fox knew he didn’t. They hadn’t exactly been talking.

“Dana and I took a break. We told everyone we were waiting until after college but in reality…we had some problems,” Fox admitted.

Walter struggled to find words, “I’m sorry.”

Fox smiled. “It wasn’t a bad thing. In fact, we’re both glad we did it. We had our fun. Made some mistakes. Remember Alex Krycek?”

Walter stiffened. “Yeah?”

“He and I fooled around for a while. He’s an absolute bastard just like he was back in high school, but a good lay,” Fox snorted.

Walter stayed silent. Fox liked men. He never knew that. Apparently Fox hadn’t known that for long, either.

“Krycek said the same about you,” Fox added.

Walter’s shoulders bunched. That rat bastard. “He lied.”

“You aren’t a good lay?” Fox teased, a smile on his lips.

Walter scowled. “I never touched him. I’m not into men.” He lit a third cigarette.

Fox hummed. “He said you hooked up in high school. And recently I ran into him. He told me you also fucked shortly after you married.”

Walter gnashed his teeth. Another mistake laid bare. A moment of weakness. Sharon forgave him for it. He never forgave himself and he never planned to. “I said I’m not into men.”

“And I think you’re lying. In fact, I hope you are.” Fox grabs Walter’s chin and forces the man to look up at him. Fox plucks the cigarette from Walter’s mouth and leans down. Kisses him softly. Walter is frozen. He can’t move even though he really wants to. Wants to kiss him back. But Dana. Fox’s wife. His body is filled with rage for her. Pulls out of the kiss and shoves Fox away. “Are you insane?” Walter hissed. He jabbed his finger at the front door. “Your wife is in there.”

Fox snorted and crossed his arms again. “I’m aware. I am an adult. I mastered object permanence a long time ago.”

Walter scowled and stabbed a thick finger on Fox’s chest, “Don’t do that ever again, do you hear me? You will not do that to Dana. She deserves loyalty. You have a fucking child on the way. Whatever sick fantasy you have, whatever stupid thrill you’re wanting, it isn’t going to come from me. And if I find out you cheated on her I’m gonna wring your neck.”

Fox scoffs and heads toward the door, “That’s a lot coming from you, Walter.”

Then Walter’s left alone again. He sags against the railing with a groan. He knew this was a bad idea. Sees his lit cigarette on the ground and picks it up. Smokes it before going back inside.

Weeks go by. Fox hasn’t made another move. Walter never told Dana what happened. They were…happy. Living with them was easier than he thought. But not always. They tortured him although he wasn’t sure they were aware of it. The house was beautiful but the walls were thin. Or they were simply too loud. Walter always heard them fool around in their room. The moans. The muffled screams. If he listened closely enough he might even hear their dirty talk. It was shameful to listen. Even more shameful to touch himself while they fucked. Wishing he could see. Wishing he could be with them. Sometimes his fantasies got a little out of control and he swears he heard them moan his name. In the end he always came and he felt even worse than before.

He didn’t make it easy for them to live with him, though. The desire to drink was always there, under his skin. He smoked constantly to make up for it. Then there was his quick temper and irritability, conflicting with Fox’s mirroring emotions that always caused them to fight. Then there were the nightmares. Induced by his PTSD. He has a really bad one that makes him wake up screaming, sweating through his clothes. Dana is already there. Dabbing at his face with a wet cloth. She encourages him to sit up, removes his shirt and sweats and provides him with a new dry set. He lets her wipe him down and change him, feeling weak and small. She asks if he wants to talk about it. For once, he does. Holds her hand while explaining what happened to him in the service. She touches his face and murmurs that he’s okay now. She’s close. He could kiss her and he wants to.

She must have read his thoughts somehow. She smiled coyly. “If I kiss you, are you going to shove me away like Fox?”

She knew. She knew about the kiss. Oh god no.

“I didn’t mean to…I mean, it was all my fault. I kissed Fox. He didn’t kiss me. I…I can leave. Please, don’t blame Fox. Blame me,” Walter babbled, starting to pull away.

Dana laughed and held his face with both hands. “Shhh, relax. Fox told me everything. I appreciate you trying to cover for him but it’s not necessary. I knew he planned to make a move. I advised him to wait until later but we both know how he is about listening.”

Walter felt stupid. He had to be to think she was insinuating that Fox wanted him and she was okay with it.

“What?” Walter asked.

Dana smiled and moved to sit on his bed. “I guess all he did was kiss you, huh? He didn’t tell you that the two of us have loved you for years. Since we were kids.”

Walter felt faint. “What?” he croaked.

“We love you, Walter. We want you…we want you in our lives as our partner. If you’ll have us.”

Walter still can’t find his words. Makes up for it by kissing her, long and deep. When Fox come into the room looking for Dana, Walter kisses him, too. Long and hard. Falls back asleep with them in his arms and a smile on his face.

Other things that happen:

Walter is obsessed with Dana’s growing belly and definitely has a Thing™️ for it.

Fox and Walter have a lot of arguments but it always ends with the two making up with a kiss. (Sometimes angry sex.)

All of the neighbors think Walter is a nice man, but they don’t understand why he’s living with Dana and Fox.

The first time all three of them have sex together Walter is overwhelmed. Stops them in the middle of it and asks for a break. They wait until he relaxes and continue at a slower pace, letting him watch them touch each other until he wants to join in. The night is perfect and Walter thinks about it for weeks.

The three of them start sharing a single bed. They still have the spare bedroom set up as Walter’s in case he—or any of them really—need a night to themselves. The couch also folds out into a bed in case they all want a moment to breathe.

Both Walter and Fox are in the delivery room when Dana has her baby. They each hold one of her hands. Walter refrains from touching her too much since the staff knows Fox is the husband/father. After giving birth to her boy, Dana kisses Fox and then Walter, in front of the staff. She asks Walter to cut the umbilical cord and he does. When Fox asks if he’s crying he lies and says he isn’t. Dana holds her son first. Fox is second. When Walter holds him he almost starts crying all over again. Dana’s red hair and Fox’s hazel eyes. He holds the baby boy as long as he can until the nursing staff takes him back to check on him.

The three of them parent together. One mom and two dads. Walter is the first to be spoken to and it was “dada”. He definitely cries.

Walter still has nightmares. He relapsed a few times on his drinking, too. Dana threatens to kick him out unless he quits for good. He does. He eventually stops smoking, too.

Walter ends up being a stay at home dad. To get out of the house he picks up some hobbies, mostly fixing the house and modifying it however Dana and Fox please—and eventually goes to therapy, too.

When the kid gets older, they refer to each parent differently. Dana is “mommy” and Fox is “daddy”. Walter is “papa”. Eventually mommy and daddy turn into mom and dad but papa always stays the same.

The three of them rarely use protection during sex because they don’t find it necessary, especially since Walter can’t get anyone pregnant. However, when Dana wants another child she asks Walter to impregnate her. He’s awkward when he reminds her he shoots blanks. He couldn’t even if he wanted to. She says she knows. She just wants them to share that moment, the intention. Fox will still technically be the biological father. Walter agrees. It’s one of the best nights of his life.

Walter still cries over Sharon. Fox and Dana leave him alone until they know he’s taking his grieving too far. Annually, on Walter and Sharon’s wedding anniversary, they visit her grave. Fox and Dana always bring flowers of their own to give her.

Their families know about the relationship and they don’t care. They just want their kids to be happy and they’ve noticed that means the three of them together. They don’t quite get it but they know to keep their mouths shut.

Their second baby is a girl, biologically Fox’s but conceived on a night with Walter, and Walter gets to name her. Walter thinks about it for a few days before asking if he could name her Sharon. Dana and Fox smile and tell him, “Of course.” Walter has never been prouder to be a father. He just wishes he could have had it with Sharon, too.

Dana’s brother has hated Fox ever since he found the two fooling around in Fox’s car back in high school. Walter had heard a commotion and peered outside his bedroom window and found Bill dragging Fox out of the car and into the street, starts beating on him. Dana trying to stop him but gets pushed away. Walter tears through the house out the door. He’s never hit anyone so hard in his life. One punch and Bill drops, nose broken and bleeding as Walter towers over him like an angry bull. Snarls, ordering Bill to never touch Fox again—or else. Warns him not to let Walter catch him pushing his sister around again, either. The night ends in Walter’s room with Dana patching up Fox’s face and Walter’s knuckles. Walter berates them both for fooling around in public. Fox leans against him, placing his head on Walter’s shoulder as he smiles and sighs, thanking him for saving his ass. To this day Bill knows to keep his mouth shut and eyes down whenever Walter is near. Especially about Fox and Dana.

Walter being a very protective dad. He lets the kids scrape their knees and go on adventures, but like hell will he let any brat bully his kids. Even when they’re teenagers. He’s told them time and time again that he doesn’t care what trouble they’re in, they just call him. Fox and Dana aren’t as good at keeping themselves under control when the kids mess up. The kids always call papa. Walter pulling up to save them time and time again. He’s not above beating the shit out of someone hurting them—he’ll lay down his life for them the same way he would for Dana and Fox. Comes home with the kids intact and safe while he’s a little bloody and bruised. He never sets the punishment for the kids either, that’s Dana and Fox’s territory. He’s just there to protect them and keep them safe.

Dana’s sister Melissa and Fox’s sister Samantha adore the three of them together. They treat Walter like a brother and often drop by to help with the kids.

Dana and Fox end up getting a ring for Walter. They can’t legally marry him but fuck it was still real to them. He wears it alongside his wedding band from Sharon.

#the x files #walter skinner #dana scully #fox mulder #fox mulder x dana scully x walter skinner #mentions of:#cheating #alcoholism #scuicidal thoughts #canon character death #angst with a happy ending #my post #my au

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