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saltymongoose · 2 years

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Can you imagine the main three + 2b with a player that smell HEAVENLY??

just trying to paint a picture here

Being surrounded by the smell of sweat and gun powder all the time and then player just comes in with a whiff of some perfume-y scent??

Do you think it’ll drive them more nuts? Trying to find every excuse to try and be close to them or have them wear their close so it smells like them?!!

Just coming from someone who’s obsessed with perfumes and smelling good

This makes a lot of sense; you and your world are entirely different from Nevada and it's grunts, so of course they'd obsess over your unique scent too. This idea got me thinking, so I made some hcs for it haha. Hope you like em! :)

Their reaction to the Player's Smell ft. Hank, Deimos, Sanford, & 2BDamned

(TW: Yandere, Obsessive behavior, the boys being a lil creepy in this one? Not a lot, but still. This is also extra long. 👍)

Most things in Nevada don’t exactly smell “nice” the way they did before the fall; the scent of smoke and burning debris permeates through the land’s air in most places and many jobs lead to coming into contact with blood and gore, and its pungent metallic scent along with it. For your grunts, it’s no different.

On a good day, your vessels usually smell of sweat and gunpowder because of their work, or strong antiseptic and bleach if it’s 2BDamned. It’s not very “fresh and clean” (or in some cases, it’s too sterile smelling), but it’s normal enough not to warrant any real notice. Either way, it’s a lot better than the scent of blood, and it’s not like they really had any reason to pay attention to it.

In fact, they had become so used to it that they didn’t really consider that you’d be any different; the thought of what you smelled like never crossed their minds that often before they met you in person. (Well, outside of what it’d be like if you shared their scent, but that was neither here nor there.)

So when they actually get close to you and are met with how intoxicatingly good your scent actually is, it becomes an odd focal point for their obsession interest in you.

Sanford was the first to really notice it in full, since he’d been the one to carry you around the first time you met with them. He had been very overwhelmed at the time (since he’d just met the person he’d been “secretly” pining over for months and was now holding them in his arms), so his own hyperawareness of your body resting against his made him really take in everything about having you so close. And with this, your unique scent.

It was kind of flowery and fresh, mixing with your natural smell to make something truly unique. Although he couldn’t place what exactly it was (since flowers weren’t abundant in Nevada), he knew that he liked it. Maybe a bit too much. It was something that was so specific to you that he couldn’t help wanting more of it.

Sanford’s one of the more subtle ones when it comes to getting close to you just to envelop himself in your smell. He’s already pretty affectionate, so the many times he pulls you into a hug and just happens to inhale near your skin can pass off as accidental most times (despite the way the others give him suspicious looks whenever he does so, but that’s normal at this point). Sometimes he’ll hold you tighter to him so that your scent stays with him for a bit longer, something to soothe him whenever you leave his side.

He’ll also do this far more often, so much so that you’re tipped off to how the grunts seem to be completely fascinated by this trait of yours.

Honestly, you find it kind of amusing. You’ve realized by this point that grunts react very weirdly to things that are normal to you, so it made sense that something as innocuous as how you smell would be something to fixate on. They already stare at you quite a lot to take in your unique appearance and exposed facial features (at least from your point of view), so you didn’t mind Sanford’s actions here.

In fact, sometimes you even teased him over it. It’s all good-natured on your part since you didn’t take any offense to your vessel’s weird mannerisms. If anything, you use a joking tone to try and make him less shy about it. Though you have to be a little careful not to give him a heart attack sometimes.

Like that moment he was sitting with you on the couch, his arm wrapped around your shoulder and keeping you close as you watched the television that Deimos had managed to set up. You bit back a sly grin when you felt his chin come to rest on your shoulder, turning slightly to ask him nonchalantly: “Is it any different today?”

He gave a questioning hum, and this time you returned his innocently curious look with a knowing one. “My smell?” you replied, taking note of the way he seemed to freeze at your question, “I haven’t been wearing any perfume since I got here. You noticed, right?” He pulled his head away from your neck, flushed with embarrassment as stammered apologies spilled from his lips.

(He fucked up, he really fucked up. He was utterly mortified, shame pricking at him as he moved away. You must’ve thought he was a creep or something now. God, he felt like he was going to throw up. Had he just managed to single-handedly destroy any chance at being your partner? He can’t believe he-)

You interrupted his anxious, self-deprecating thoughts by placing a hand on his shoulder and shaking him. “Sanford, you’re okay,” you started, a teasing smile replaced with a concerned frown. You didn’t mean to freak him out this badly. “I’m not offended or anything, really.” You gave him what you hoped was a comforting look and pulled his pliant form a little closer, smiling once you felt him relax at your touch. “I’m just teasing, you can uh… sniff, I guess? As much as you like, I don’t really care.”

Besides this, you’ll try to curb some of his apprehension about the subject by doing things to make it so he doesn’t always have to be by your side to smell you. He doesn’t wear a shirt, so wearing his clothes for a bit is a no-go (and it’s not like his pants could fit you either).

Eventually, you just decide to snoop around for that scarf he wears as part of his “alternate outfits” in-game and have that on you for a few hours before suggesting he uses it. The bashful, surprised look you get in return for your little act of kindness is enough to make the effort of wearing it in this sweltering weather anyway. It looks good on him too, though you wonder how having a scarf on in Nevada of all places could be practical.

Deimos, on the other hand, is not subtle with how he tries to get more of your scent. After all, you don’t seem to mind how physically affectionate he is with you, nor how he buries his face in the nape of your neck to deeply inhale your sweet smell, so why would he try to keep it unnoticeable? Plus, it also really annoys the others, which he finds himself enjoying (even if it’s a dangerous game to play with people like Hank involved).

He often throws himself at you to cuddle regardless, but instead of just being relatively close to you like Sanford would be, he’ll try to press as much of his body into yours as possible. This usually means that he’ll discard his coat and any bandages that cover his arms, not only because it allows him to have the most direct contact with you that he can, but also so the lingering scent of tobacco doesn’t muddle his senses.

Deimos wants to be completely enveloped in everything you; your comforting warmth that spreads through him whenever he embraces you, the hazy cloud that invades his mind when your strings fix themselves to his fingers, and the refreshing (and above all addictive) way you smell. He’d be mad at himself if he allowed his own vices to interfere and pollute his indulgence in these things, so he’ll take every precaution to prevent it. Plus, he’s found that having his bare skin contact you in places really heightens the experience, so he’s happy to go without any unnecessary outerwear.

(You’re reminded of a cat when he wraps his limbs around you and snuggles into your form. It’s his purring, mainly, but also the weird way he seems to rub against you? His arms and legs shift around constantly, and his fingers trace patterns on your body as he nuzzles into the crook of your neck. He just doesn’t stop moving. Not unless you start petting him, at least. Then he just melts further into you instead.)

He even tries to cut back a bit on smoking around you, since the smell of his cigarettes tends to overpower most things and he can’t have that. Honestly, a part of you is grateful for this, since it’s better for his health (even if he doesn’t completely quit, unfortunately).

Although one thing that made you raise a brow was his tendency to “borrow” your things, for a lack of a better term. Usually it’s just a shirt or two that you’ve left in your room after forgetting to put it in with the rest of the dirty laundry, and he always returns it at some point but still, it’s kinda weird. To be honest, you’re not even sure why he felt the need to do that, it’s not like you were unavailable if he wanted to cuddle you like usual.

(Well, to you anyway. The others were pretty territorial, and Deimos couldn’t always get the opportunity to catch steal your attention. Besides, it’s not like he’s doing anything bad with them! And was it really so awful to want something to remind him of his future partner when they’re away with someone else?)

(It’s a very irrational viewpoint since you literally live together, but he doesn’t care. To be honest, he doesn’t even realize the full extent of it, too infatuated with you to even think straight.)

It’s relatively harmless in your eyes, especially since you had that interaction where you actually found out what he’d been doing with them. (Well, one of them, at least.) It had been your favorite shirt, a really loose title for something that barely fit you (grunt sizing and all), but it had a cool design you liked. And it seems that you’d misplaced it, which led to a base-wide search.

You’d poked your head through Deimos’ door on a whim (since he’d been in charge of laundry last, so of course he’d know), finding him napping on his bed after a long mission. The feeling of guilt slightly tugged at you when you neared his sleeping form. He’d really worn himself out that day; he didn’t even bother taking his shoes off before passing out, instead just letting his feet hang off.

You leaned down next to him, running your hand over his messy hair to try and gently wake him up. You wanted to be relatively quick with this, since the man needed his rest. He hummed and raised his head a bit, which you took as a sign to start your whispered questions. Hopefully he was awake enough.

“Sorry to bother you, Dei, but have you seen my shir–oh.” You cut yourself off when he lifted his head entirely, revealing that he was quite literally using it as a pillowcase. Huh. Well, that answered it.

“Mmh, wha?” he slurred, voice raspier than normal and thick with sleep. He hadn’t really registered your question, instead looking at you for a moment in confusion. He was about to try and ask you to repeat what you’d said when he noticed that you were staring below him, and he turned to look down, face going pink. Right, he forgot to put that back.

“Oh..yeah, sorry,” Deimos chuckled awkwardly, subconsciously pulling the pillow a bit closer to him. “’m really sorry, I’ll uh..I can give this back to you, if ya want. It’s just, you smell really good, and it’s nice to…fall asleep to..kinda like you’re here…?” He murmured a half-thought-out response, slightly cringing at his own delivery. He really could’ve been more suave with that, but in his defense, his brain wasn’t exactly working well with his drowsy fog. At least it was honest.

Yet it was good enough for you to still his hands when he went to yank your shirt off his pillow, giving him a soft smile as you did so. (You’d honestly found his reaction kind of cute; you didn’t know he missed you this much when you were away. Plus his actions were pretty innocent, even if you knew he was anything but.) “It’s fine Dei, you can keep it for now.” He nods a little, still blushing from embarrassment. Though he gave an elated, sharp-toothed grin when you suggested you stay, to actually be there when he fell asleep. He hoped it wouldn’t be the last time you did.

Hank is a bit like Deimos in how unabashed he is in his attempts to smell you, but he doesn’t feel any embarrassment when you take note of what he does. While he won’t steal your things (at least not yet), he’s content with just having you use his clothes instead. Though his version of asking just includes switching some of his stuff in with yours and expecting you to wear it at some point.

You do, actually (since you figured there was no harm in humoring him), which he takes as encouragement. Honestly, it’s like you have a system going where he’s constantly circulating through things you’ve worn at some point since he does it so often.

But he wouldn’t have it any other way; he views having your unique scent on him as somewhat of a claim, both that he’s yours and that you’re his partner. Why else would he let you close enough to leave it on him?

It eventually comes to the point where he feels like something’s missing from him if he doesn’t have something that has a trace of your smell at all times. Considering how much he thinks about you, you’d think that he’d realize that it isn’t necessary; you’re already his Player and you spend a bunch of time around him already. But that just isn't enough for him.

Another bonus to this little exchange you have going on is that he constantly gets to see you in his things, which he’s a massive fan of. He doesn’t think he’s seen anything more adorable than you in one of his shirts. They're usually a bit snug on him (since he has the opposite problem of being a bit too tall), but you could wear them as dresses if you wanted. The collar will slip down one of your arms and the sleeves go well past your hands. Yet you still wear them, and he appreciates it.

Although, Hank's absolute favorite thing to give you to wear is his coat. It's something so specific to him that you wearing it was a clear symbol of his own connection with you, one that ran far deeper than the others could ever hope to have. You don't exactly go around wearing their clothes as often (due in no small part to his own interference when they try).

Besides using his clothes, another thing that Hank does is that he’ll interrupt the time the others spend with you if he believes he’s been “neglected” of your presence and scent for too long. This is typically done in the manner of wrenching you away from your current company and halfway into his arms for a short minute, all so he can give you a small nuzzle and smell you.

(You’re reminded of a cat yet again when he rubs his face against you. It’s probably one of the weirder things he’s done, considering how he doesn’t even make the move to completely remove you from your other vessel’s side (as much as he’d like to). Then again, Hank was always rather impatient, so it makes enough sense for you to merely resign yourself to it when it happens. You know it’s not the most disruptive thing he could do anyway.)

Naturally the others are completely outraged by this. Hank already insists on showing his possessiveness over you by having you wear his clothes, which is infuriating enough to witness (especially since he’s so smug when you walk around in them). But to have him physically encroach on a private moment between you and them? It was crossing a serious line, and one that they usually respected (albeit begrudgingly).

(You perked your head up when you heard quiet footsteps, leaning a bit into Deimos as you turned to see who was approaching the couch where you were sitting. “Oh, hey Hank,” you greeted simply before turning back to the other grunt. (You didn’t notice the suspicious glare Deimos sent Hank as he shifted a little closer to you. He was getting too close to not be trying something.)

But your eyes widened in surprise when you suddenly felt a pair of hands wrap around your shoulders and pull you backward, effectively yanking you out of your seat and forcing you to rest your weight on Hank instead. You flailed for a moment before his grip tightened and he leaned in to support you more, purring as he slotted his face into the nape of your neck and inhaled deeply. He was so close that you could practically feel him breathing against your skin.

Meanwhile, Deimos had reached forward to grip your hips and tug you back to him, looking up at Hank's face before growling at him (lowly enough that he hoped you wouldn't be able to hear). “Fuck off, Hank.” To which the grunt in question moved a hand to flip him off, leering down at him from your shoulder all the while.)

It makes your other vessels angry, but that was expected. He imagines it must hurt to be reminded of how inferior they were in their relationships with you, especially in comparison with him. Then again, he couldn't care less as long as he had you.

2BDamned was actually the last to notice how good you smell. This was mainly due to the fact that he wears a mask 24/7 and because the chemicals he surrounds himself with tend to overpower everything else; it’s only when you’re pressed up close to him that he first realizes it.

Unlike the others, Doc isn’t bold enough to take your things or ask you to wear his clothes to get them to smell like you. For the former, he doesn’t want to scare you off or offend you by violating your boundaries, and for the latter, there’d be no point to it.

As someone who spends most of his time keeping everything in his office and makeshift medbay as clean and germ-free as possible, he knows the harsh chemicals would likely erase any trace of your scent the moment he does anything. It would be a fruitless endeavor; even if he had the gall to ask you to wear his things to begin with, he didn’t want to inconvenience you by having you do it again and again.

However, it’s not like Doc is immune to the same cravings for you that the others so happily suffer from; believe him, if he had the option of only smelling you all day he would. But he just doesn’t find the opportunity for it most of the time (and he doesn’t want to deal with the headache of the others complaining or trying to interrupt his time with you. Like Hank.)

You’ve spent enough time around him to notice how he holds himself back though, and as the Player, you figured it wouldn’t be fair if you didn’t give him as much direct attention as the other three. (And you’ve found that fairness was really important in your dealings with the grunts. You didn’t want any rifts to happen just because you spent more time with one of them.) Besides, you’re used to this weird aspect of grunts by now, so you feel comfortable enough making the first move if he won’t.

No matter how many times you’ve done it, you still manage to surprise him when you tug him out of his chair to bring him to one of your rooms (since you know how private he is about showing his face). The entire time you’re walking with your fingers intertwined, he’s fighting to keep his blush from showing. You have quite the effect on him, and it’d be embarrassing if you knew how flustered he got from something as small as holding your hand.

By the time you’ve shut the door and sat down on your (or his) bed to patiently wait for him, his flush has lessened to a slight pink that colors his cheeks and his neck. It’s only noticeable to you when he removes his mask and he turns to face you, the scars near his mouth happen to obscure the worst of it (one of their few benefits, in his opinion).

After this, it’s like his characteristic restraint has been broken; his movements are rushed and he doesn’t waste any time laying down with you, toeing off his boots the best he can while pulling you closer to him. To you, it’s haphazard (and kind of amusing, was he that desperate to spend time with you?), but to him it’s efficient (yes, yes he was).

His purring is actually pretty loud for once, though you think it’s mainly to do with how your head is resting comfortably on his chest, and you sigh and wrap your arms around him. He seems almost clingy in times like this, with how his hands tighten over your hip and your shoulder, legs tangling with yours as he presses his cheek against your temple.

To him, it’s genuinely overwhelming to have you so close and to be able to take in your scent purely like this. It’s almost like a drug to him; he aches for it when he’s forced to go without it for too long, a craving that’s only surpassed by his need for your presence beside him.

He’s the happiest like this, unbothered by the other grunts in his squad and left entirely alone with you; his most beloved Player. And yet, he still wonders why you bother letting him indulge in you in such a way. He’d expected that you’d find it intrusive, to be quite honest.

(“Don’t you find this strange?” He once asked, voice rumbling against your ear in an almost shudder-inducing way – one that you thought was oddly unfair. You bit the inside of your cheek as you paused to consider his words, ignoring the way red tinted your cheeks as he hummed contently while nuzzling further into you.

“Not really?” You murmured, “I mean I know I smell nice enough, but I guess I wasn’t expecting you guys to like it this much?”

He huffed a small laugh. ‘If only you knew,’ he thought. Yet he didn’t say anything further, not about how truly addictive your scent was to him, and certainly not how it was so just because it came from you. He knew it was the same for the others as well. But that was information for another time.)

In any case, he takes it as a point of pride that you actually seek him out to let him sate some of his desires in this way. Surely it must be proof that you value him above the rest, right? He's the only one you actually go to first for this. Or at least, he's the one you must think about the most, since you were so kind to grant him these little private moments. Either way, expect him to subtly brag about it often, just enough to make the others fall from their high of having your attention. Doc's been called a "killjoy" in the past, but he wears that title proudly whenever talk of your favorite comes around.

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cosmica-galaxy · 2 years

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I really love the baby post its just *chef kiss* p e r f e c t

But heres a second thought, since the childrens do have some of the players genes, maybe one day when they got a little older, they somewhat manage to get an access to an ability similar to player's

How would the main boys react or deal with their child getting player's god-like powers in random moments?

(Ps: love your writing lol)

Oooohohoohoh! Yes! The kids will eventually discover their powers! These powers are also all my personal headcanons for the kids, so if you envision them with different abilities, feel free to do so! (I also have to watch the word count on this one because I tend to write really long entries, lol) +Reader is gender neutral +Set in Salty’s Self Aware AU – HANK’S CHILD – Hank’s kid is VERY adamant about becoming as strong as their father. So the moment they could toddle around the base, they started training on punching bags and dummies that were set up in their father’s training room. They punched and punched the bags until their hands were sore. On the bad days, they would hurt themselves from their punching and the player would lovingly comfort them and kiss their injuries to make them feel better. But they were still determined. They did this for a few years, training and working out just like their dad. Hank would even help them with their little exercises by playing mentor and letting his kid ‘fight’ him. Hank never ever went all out, of course not, but he would always easily disarm the child or trip them up. But the kid never gave up. They always came back at him and picked themselves up off the ground to try again. The player would always look on in worry, as the child would be given knives and other utensils to try and ‘fight’ Hank with, but Hank never got hurt. The child did get a couple of scrapes and cuts from what they wielded, though. Which worries you to no end. Hank merely tries to calm you down by assuring that he wouldn’t give them the sharpest of the blades he had to ensure his kid’s safety, same with not allowing them access to any guns he had. It did little to quell your nerves, though. So you watched on as your lover and your child spar again and again. Pretty soon, it happens. The child was pretty much around 6 years old when it suddenly happened. They were back training on the heavier punching bag with their father watching them. It was just an ordinary day until the moment when they suddenly rear back their fist and the moment their little fist collides with the bag, the object is sent hurtling through the air and it breaks the adjacent wall, startling both you and Hank out of your skins. The child is even surprised as they look at their fist in amazement. The player is quick to come down from their viewing point in the room to investigate as Hank approaches and picks the little one up. The child looks between the two of you as Hank hands the kid off to you before going to go get a dummy for the kid to try punching. Once set up, you place the child down in front of it and instruct them to punch it. The child does so and the same results occur, the wooden dummy is completely obliterated after it’s sent flying towards the opposite wall. Both you and Hank blink in surprise as the child’s eyes sparkle in glee from behind their goggles. You both could barely process when the child runs over to one of Hank’s legs, wraps their little limbs around him, and promptly begins to swing him around as if he weighed like he was nothing. You had to rush over to help poor Hank before his overly enthusiastic gifted child rips his leg clean off. A short visit to 2B later revealed that the child’s attributes in their strength and endurance department just underwent a shocking drastic increase. Making them incredibly strong, even stronger than Hank. The child couldn’t be happier as they bounce on the gurney at the news, causing Hank to give their head an affectionate noogie as the player looks on in relief. But that wasn’t the end of their powers. When they get a little bit older, the player’s powers reveal themselves. While training again, the child suddenly discovers that they were able to spawn in weapons of their choice. Which caused a major hurdle for you and Hank to think about, since the kid pretty much now has access to the entire weapons arsonal that his player has. Which leads to a lot of mishaps and accidents. Instead of restraining them, you suggest that Hank take them on his missions to show them the ropes and Hank agrees. After that, there was a new terror for the AAHW wondering the streets. With enhanced super-strength and the ability to summon any weapon at will. The true Auditor’s worst nightmare. – SANFORD AND DEIMOS’S CHILDREN – The two younglings were a constant handful, as both your lovers tend to get into mischief or encourage one way of behavior over another. So that meant that you had two younglings that had very two different attitudes. One that was just as reckless and trouble-making as Deimos and the other as polite and as reserved as Sanford. Now that they are both 6 years old, both your kids enjoy exploring around the perimeter of the base that serves as your home and it constantly worries you. Especially with bandits, grunts, and possibly zeds walking about. You never let them out of your sight for very long because of these risks. At least the two kids love their fathers enough to train and play with them while you sneak in a nap during those downtimes. However, you never expected to be woken up from one of these naps by the sound of your lovers shaking you awake and announcing that each of their kids did something amazing.

Upon getting up and seeing your lovers holding their children close with both looking very proud of themselves, you ask what happened. As quick as a shot, both your lovers begin to explain. Sanford was allowed to go first. His explanation was that he and his kid were out doing some practice runs in the makeshift obstacle course that he had made so that they could keep their training up to snuff. He tells of how it started out as a normal day of endurance training, with his kid slightly behind while he rushed ahead. Which was typical, as Sanford’s child could only keep up for so long on their little legs. Then he explained that his kid suddenly started to catch up, much to Sanford’s surprise. The harder he ran, jumped, and rolled, the child was in near perfect timing with him. Until the kid actually SURPASSED their father and ran further ahead. Making Sanford’s non-existent eyes widen as the kid ducks, rolls, and sprints to the finish line. Finally beating Sanford after countless attempts. Sanford couldn’t hold in his pride as he gives his kid a big smile and snatches them up into his arms to toss him into the air with a couple of proud hoots and hollers. Making the kid laugh and beam in response to his joy. Then, Deimos was allowed to speak. Deimos hurried to explain that he and his kid had the same idea today. Except they decided to go race a lap around the building while Sanford and his kid trained on the endurance course. Him and his kid have had plenty of races, with Deimos’s speed always beating out the little one. To which you argued that his legs were longer and that he was racing a child. He could only laugh in response. The day started out similar to how Sanford’s did. The two began their race and had completed one lap, to which his kid lost again, before they prepared for another one. The kid had managed to catch their breath and shortly after that. Deimos and his child were off running again. This time was different, however. As Deimos started out in the lead before he took quick notice of his kid gaining on him. He pushed harder and harder, but it was like his child was picking up the pace effortlessly, pretty soon his little grunt passed by him. Making Deimos do a surprised double-take as the kid keeps on going, pretty soon about 3 feet of distance were measured between the two. Deimos wasn’t even tired and he was giving it all he had, especially with the state of his lungs. Eventually, the child crossed the finish line first for the first time and started to dance in happiness as Deimos eventually caught up, finally the kid was no longer the ‘slow poke’. The proud dad wastes no time in picking up his kid and giving him numerous noogies and cheering for his little one’s victory over him. That moment, the two stopped for a hydration break before deciding to go see you about what happened. Which led to what is currently going on now. With both your loves meeting at the same time and wanting to tell you what happened with each of them. You decided to take your kids down to see 2B in response to this sudden turn of events. In which the doctor explained that the endurance attributes of the Sanford child had increased drastically. As well as a couple of points suddenly appearing in the strength attribute. It was a similar story with the Deimos child, except the drastically increased attribute was dexterity and a couple of points also appeared in the tactics attribute. Meaning that both of the kids were basically perfected versions of their respective fathers, which made both of the pair praise and grow excited for their children as you celebrated along with them. But it didn’t stop there. Imagine that everything is perfectly calm for a moment about a year later down the road, before there’s a near explosion-like sound and a bright fountain of fire coming from one part of the base where you knew your kids were playing. The moment you see it, you instantly are stricken with fear as you rush over to the location. Upon entering the building, you were shocked at the sight. Not because of the lingering flames that were speckled about the locations, but because the child that looked like Deimos was COMPLETELY ENGULFED IN FLAMES. You rush over in an attempt to put the fire out, but the kid begins to speak to you in a perfectly okay tone. Making your eyes widen and confusion take hold. Your kid then looks at you, blinking at you from underneath the blanket of flames, perfectly safe despite being covered in them. You express confusion and concern as the kid finally takes notice of the flames coating their body before squealing and screaming out ‘COOOOOOOL!!’. Then, you concern yourself with finding your second child. You worriedly call out for the Sanford-lookalike child who suddenly speaks up from nowhere around you. You look about in a confused manner before you're surprised by the sight of your little one fading into existence right in front of you. Blinking up at you in a worried manner before asking if both them and their sibling were going to get into big trouble for messing up that part of the base. You just hold onto your kids tightly, happy that both were okay. By that time, Sanford and Deimos had rushed into that part of the base with worried expressions on their visual crosses. They see you holding their kids and hurry over to make sure that everything is alright. Especially since one of your kids was still on fire. A brief explanation later and both dads are ecstatic that both of their kids have gained their player-given gifts finally. With Deimos’s kid gaining invincibility and Sanford’s gaining invisibility. A perfect pair of powers for a set of twins. Both dad’s couldn’t be prouder as they get ready to start taking their kids on missions, now that they knew they would be able to handle themselves. One with excessive stealth and one with godmode. You can only smile as your lovers and their kids rejoice and embrace their new abilities. – 2BDAMNED’S KID – You never really had to worry about your child getting into trouble or wandering around lost. Since they were mostly always around their father and nestled under his feet most of the time. It was funny and cute to you, since the medic would almost always seem to forget his child was in the medbay with him. That didn’t stop him from noticing from time to time, as the kid would always be partaking in a silent or quiet activity. Like napping, drawing, or reading age-appropriate books. All was seemingly well and both of you never had to stress about where the kid was. Until the day that 2B decided to check up on them and found them reading one of his anatomy books that were WAY too complicated for a 4 year old to understand. He silently watches in curiosity, figuring that they were merely looking at all the colorful pictures inside the book, until he watches the irises of their colored eyes scanning the pages of the first chapter of the book. Reading every single line by line in the textbook. He bends down and picks up the young one, making them squeak in surprise as he places them on his knee. As well as picking up the heavy hardcover book. He questions why they have the book and, completely caught off guard by what happened next, as the child answers his inquiry TELEPATHICALLY. They say they were simply ‘reading’, oblivious to the shocked expression that had taken root on 2B’s face. The child innocently tilts their head as he sets the book aside and carries them over to a machine that would scan their attributes. The child patiently waits as he scans their body for anomalies before his machine lets out a beep and produces a printed piece of paper. Upon reading it, 2B was floored by the amount of points that were detected in his child’s intelligence and tactics stats. When did this happen?! He performs a variety of tests and various intelligence measuring quizzes and again, he is stunned. His child had practically become a youthful genius overnight! They had an intelligence level similar to him and his precious player, so much intelligence that they were even able to communicate without talking…and they were only 4!! He couldn’t stop the grin that blooms from behind his mask as he holds his kid close to his body and the pride that swells from within his chest. He doesn’t waste another moment, he hurries off to tell his player what had occurred. But that still wasn’t the end of the growing process of their powers. Imagine that one night 2B decides to go to the kitchen of the base for a few moments to get a fresh cup of coffee and comes back to find the entire medbay levitating and his child playing with a large ethereal-looking dog. 2B of course FREAKS OUT, which causes the child to jump, making all of the levitating objects fall to the floor and causing the ghost-like dog to disappear.

Upon hurrying inside the medbay, ignoring his shattered mug of coffee on the way in, and upon questioning the child they merely smiled at their dad and clapped their hands in an excited manner. Showing their father the arcane sparks that would fizzle out from their hands and how they would conjure up small ghost-like butterflies from nothing. 2B simply sits next to his kid in awe as he watches them essentially CAST SPELLS from their little hands, it wasn’t a few months ago that their intelligence suddenly skyrocketed, but now they were using what was essentially MAGIC to entertain themselves! Another quick attribute scan confirmed his suspicions, as a new skill set had appeared, this time being labeled ‘MAGIC’. 2B couldn’t believe how fast his child was developing, at 4 years old they were almost at a college-reading level and now they were casting spells! They were also familiar spells…ones he’s seen his precious player use a few times during fights or down times. You called them ‘summoned familiars’ which were otherworldly aids that assisted you in battle. He might need to get some more information about your more arcane abilities, especially if your little one started casting more and more spells as they grow. 2B watches his kid have fun with their player-given gift from beyond his goggles and he can't help but smile in happiness. While he was joyous with the spontaneous growth and the developing success of his offspring… He just doesn't want them to grow up too fast. So he ignores his work for a while in favor of sitting with his kid on the floor of the medbay as they show him what they were able to ‘learn’ from their gift. The rest of the night, he’s shown many things that his kid could conjure up and do and he watches them all in enthrallment. Unaware that you were watching from the entrance, smiling knowingly as the two finally share a moment to bond with one another. And you leave them to it. – Player Powers: Hank’s kid: Add item/Give item Command Deimos’s Kid: Invincibility/Environmental Damage Immunity Sanford’s Kid: Toggle Visibility/Player Detection Toggle 2B’s Kid: All Spells Unlocked/Summon Allied NPC Command

#y/n x madness combat #madness combat x reader #madcom x reader #human!reader x madcom #madcom tag #self aware au #self aware m:pn au #madness combat self aware au #my writings #cosmica-galaxy #Haxorus Imp #papa!grunts au

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eveningclouds · 3 years

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harrysblacknailpolish()tumblr()com/post/638404566522757120/everydaystyles-christmas-eve-celebration-2018 first of all momrry/hommy proof also the baby is so confused he's like should i clap what is this man doing 😭😭😭

THIS VIDEOOO 😭💗👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩🥰🤸🏾‍♀️❤️

#that baby js living their best life and they don't even know it #he 🏳️‍🌈🥺🥰💓👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩#NOT 2b affectionate on main but #mail

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The main 3, Tricky, and Sherriff (Separately) realizing they've fallen for the reader?

OHHHHHH IM WRITING hi

HANK

Honestly who knows anything with this mf

Definitely not himself, he's a mess of a void of emotions

So when he starts thinking of you on his free time more often, it confuses him

'They must be doing some mind control or something'

Goes to 2b

He's had enough of their shit once again

"Hank you absolute fucking dumbass. You're getting feelings."

They didn't want to believe it at first but the signs just became more and more clear over time

It was after watching you take down like a group of zeds swarming around you that he realizes, "oh. Oh shit. feelings."

SANFORD

Definitely more in touch with his feelings imo

The minute he feels even a SLIVER of love for you he's already getting ready to confess

No denying it bc it's just gonna get stronger the more he tries 2 ignore it

Tries to carry himself a lot better whenever ur around (ex., not being so fuckin LOUD like in mpn2... I'm after u loudass .)

Just wants to impress you!! And leave a good impression in general !!!!

He's got a Little experience, so he knows a thing or two

Definitely gets you more gifts than before

Dei teases him a lot and San has to punch him to keep him from blurting out his feelings in a joke when ur around

DEIMOS.

laughs oh this motherfucker

So fucking stupid

He's known about love before, he's just never FELT it

Yes this man lets something else (we all know what) control him instead of his heart methinks

Yes I'm making him demiromantic ZAPS

Anyways he never felt true love for someone else

Before you, of course

You weren't like hank, who was silent and stoic, dry and sarcastic humor laced in their voice on the off chance he does talk

You weren't like sanford, who half-heartedly gave a shit about his wisecracks (dei still sppreciated the acknowledgement though)

You weren't like 2B, scoffing and telling dei to "stop joking around, we're in a serious environment" or to act professional

No, you genuinely laughed at his jokes, listened to him talk, made your own jokes respectfully, you paid attention to him

And god that got his heart racing, which confused him as well

After enough time, he figured out that it WAS love.

He loved you

TRICKY

He wasn't a little scientist worrying over its work and stressing about deadlines anymore

So with no stress overwhelming any other emotion now as a zombie clown, the strong feelings regarding you, his old science acquaintance and only friend, threw its mind into an even messier tizzy

You made them feel things that struck them dumb

If Tricky had a heart it knows it would've popped out of him eventually with how much you affect him

He's very... easily read, an open book, if you will

You can tell how he's feeling because it's kind of obvious

Which makes you worry more about it and stay around them more

And oops its a cycle until one day they straight up burst at the seams after you pet its hair

Finally, they realize they like you, and immediately vented it all out

SHERIFF

doggone it

probably excused it as friend feelings like

Normal Friends Want To Kiss Each Other Right?

You were very physically affectionate with him but he thought it was just a normal thing friends do! (Thia man has never had any true friends, huh?)

These feelings around you were just regular feelings anyone would feel

His heartbeat increasing at the sight of you, or his fingers getting jittery when thinking about cuddling you or hugging you, or the butterflies in his stomach when you laugh at his jokes

Just friend things <333

It wasn't until one day where you approached him, looking kind of nervous- he was kind of worried at that

And then you admitted you had feelings for him

And it hit him like a truck

"Oh. oh I'm a DUMBASS" -him

This mf FINALLY realized he was in love with you <3

#madness combat x reader #madness combat hank #hank j. wimbleton #madness combat deimos #madness combat sanford #tricky the clown #madness combat sheriff #struggled a bit at sheriff. i dont write him much #ohhh its nice to see all the lovely ideas of you anons again<3

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rotshop · 3 years

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hewwoooo i had a funney little thougt and so now im continuing it <33333

n e wayssss here's sum fnky little mag main 4 hcs :]

Hank

-the blueprint the man the myth the legend the firestarter. anyways

-he struggles a lot more with speaking than he did pre-magnification, he can understand it fine but when it comes to finding his words he struggles. so!! he kinda just uses asl when he can and short phrases / grunts / noises, also has his own kind of language w/ you??? lot of tapping and misc noises that just mean things only you two understand its. funny actually. he'll just make some chirping noise at you and you go 'haha yeah that was pretty dumb.' deimos and sanford are both so desperate to know what ur both talking abt its insane.

-carries u around a lot!! he's always super duper careful and he prefers to hold you in his more normal hand, he always gets worried about his talons poking you too rough or him accidentally shocking you if he gets surprised. also likes it when you ride on his shoulders, u also like it because it makes you feel tall :]

-his jackets fucking massive on you you could get lost in that bitch. sometimes if you two can't get back to base for one reason or another he'll just let you lay on him and use his jacket as a blanket for you,,its always super warm and he purrs so !! bonus points

-if u get hurt he goes fucking mental buuut i dont rlly wanna add a bunch of violence warnings to this,,,so,,,we'll leave it at that

-also he adores the size difference, you do your best to kinda cup the sides of his face in ur hands when he leans down for you and they're just??? so fucking small?? he puts his overs urs and just melts in ur hands lol

Sanford

-WOOOOO BESTIE FINALLY GT SOMETHING COOOL HELL YEAAAA /J

-he's VERY nervous around you for the first while, he's incredibly not used to his new form and he's so so worried about accidentally hurting you. his hands always just awkwardly hover around you whenever you're nearby bc he!! fucking wants to be affectionate but hes scared!! hank has to kind of. give him a whole pep talk on this sorta thing and it does help calm his nerves a little but he's still super careful,,,whenever he's holding you or cuddling w/ you he always asks to make sure you're comfortable and he isn't suffocating you or anything,,

-once he gets more adjusted then whooo bestie. he already liked showing off his strength to you before but now its worse. whenever he picks you up and you kinda yelp a little in surprise before you lean into him and hold onto him a lil he just goes bonkers on the inside. he's carrying you most of the time since it just keeps him cool knowing that ur nearby and ur safe in his grip. also tends to keep you behind him whenever you two are on missions (u have to kind of. get him outta this habit just a lil bc he keeps being a lil too paranoid abt it and freaks out when you wander off)

-has claws now which he's very careful of around you but if u ever just like. grab his hands and hold onto em and just kinda. trace over the callouses and scars and scratches then he melts. has to look off to the side or something because he has a big dumb grin on his face, it doesn't rlly help tho because you can hear him purring

-he doesn't talk too much since it feels odd and it's easier for him to keep it to a minimum,,HOWEVER,,the exception is you ofc lol. he murmurs little 'i love you's and such to you a lot still, though he has to be real careful of his volume but!! on the bright side deep-ass voice lol

Deimos

-terrible awful man who loves to cause problems for you <333

-he's like a cat in the sense that he's always hanging around you and bugging you to get your attention, cannot keep his hands off of u for more than 10 minutes. im so sorry 4 you,,,,on the bright side though he does have this kind of like. shaky and faint purring that's a lil fucked up bc of his smoking but it's pretty nice. really likes just leaning over you and resting his head on your shoulder or laying down by you and laying his head on your lap. will not stop pawing at you or making little 'chirrup' sounds at you till you pet him :| get a hobby king

-OH YEAH ALSO HES SO FUCKING HAPPY 2 BE TALLER THAN U LOL,,,rubs it in your face a lot by looming over you and resting his chin on top of your head or putting his shoulders on top of your head like a rest. you can counter this by just stepping forward / to the side because he WILL stumble and he will eat gravel and honestly?? he deserves it. also he really enjoys being big spoon w/ you, same as the previous point he'll sometimes just make u (read : annoy you until you oblige) lay down if neither of you are busy so he can curl up with you. again his purring makes up for it

-he's surprisingly the most animalistic, given he's got a tail and claws now. he likes putting you up on his shoulders or back and carrying you around like that (but also having you wrap ur arms around his neck while he's carrying you like. bridal style sorta and leaning into him is fucking HEAVEN to him. adores it). its fun until he gets on all fours and skitters around :|| u spray him with a water bottle bc of this and he hates it

-speaking of animalistic y'know how animals playfight w/ each other?? he does that with you. he still minds his strength ofc but sanford or 2b will be watching from the side and there's almost always at least one, 'fucking CHRIST deimos, be careful would you?' but yeah no it's usually very careful and its rlly just him roughhousing w/ you a little. usually devolves into him just trapping you down into cuddling w/ him lmao

2bdamned

-oh baby u dont even know.

-(un)surprisingly he's the most like his usual self. his intelligence didn't drop too much unlike the others (there's always at least one offended grunt from Hank when someone says this aloud), meaning he was able to mostly keep to his typical routine. HOWEVER,,he does get a little more laid back surprisingly?? like?? he still works most of the time but if you work alongside him it's a lot more common now for him to just stand by you a little awkwardly until you reach back for him so he can rest his head in the palm of your hand. ur the only one he allows to see him this vulnerable and openly affectionate so please enjoy that. his purring is a little quieter than the others but you can usually feel it instead

-has some funny fucked up wings now. he barely even notices that he does it but whenever you come stand by him he ALWAYS tucks one around you and pulls you closer. also has a habit of just placing one over you while he's laying next to you on his stomach like a blanket. they're sensitive tho so if you ask to touch them he's a little hesitant at first, he trusts you though so he gives in eventually. but. yknow. please do be careful, even just tracing along tender spots with your nails can make him jump a bit

-his speech is relatively the same, a little bit lower and rougher but not too much change. you can hear the little bit of scratchiness in it but !! yeah

-his touch starvation bites him in the ass like this. at first he was able to ignore it for the most part but after getting mag'd??? no gd way. its part of why he just kinda hovers around you a lot more, he's not too good at asking for things like affection so he just kinda. hopes you get the gesture. but on the bright side he doesn't mind if you mess up his hair because he's a little too blissed out whenever you're running your fingers through it. more than a few times has he fallen asleep on you because you were petting him,,,he apologizes whenever he wakes up but you can tell he was happy you let him rest around you like that

#2bdamned x reader #2b x reader #deimos x reader #sanford x reader #hank x reader #hank j wimbleton x reader #madcom imagines #madcom x reader #madness combat x reader #madness combat imagines

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beemers-hell · 3 years

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That very nice message juiced me up so I now I wanna explain my thought process behind how I personally characterize the MadCom crew + make my gal Eb fit in amongst the cast, this'll probably get long, here we go lol

[CW: Lots of cursing, forgive me, it’s ingrained in my vernacular]

The main 4 + Tricky since they're the ones I draw most often

Hank

Very quiet, is selectively non speaking. He can talk, its just that his mouth sitch makes it a hassle and their voice is strained as shit, so they stick with making noises/gestures/using sign language.

This quietness also aids in making him fucking terrifying to the general public. The aura they give off is incredibly threatening so standing in a room with him feels like you're being suffocated by chainsaws.

Despite the horrific energy they give off, he's fairly goofy. [Points at the M:PN Trailer] Not super goofy 24/7, but they don't take many things that seriously anymore.

Combat prowess is in combat itself. He does not care what weapon he's using, they're gonna wreck shit no matter what's in their hand atm.

Krinkels himself said it, they're kinda dumb when it comes to non-combat/survival related stuff. Probably the least intellectually strong out of the bunch.

Deimos

He's a cocky smartass. Dude's always got some quip ready to go and he makes up the bulk of the chatter within the main 4.

He's a cunning little bastard (affectionate) and usually has a plan ready to go for most situations the crew gets themselves into.

Obviously his main thing is his hackerman status, so the dude is probably the smartest intellectually, only beaten out by 2B.

His specialty is in ranged, mainly guns, of course. He's a sharpshooter first and foremost.

Is a bit oblivious [points at Madness Aggregation]. He's also like Hank where he doesn't take things that seriously.

Sanford

My favorite himbo [points at their voice lines]

Anyway the guy's alright in the brains department but he really shines in combat prowess, his main strength being melee of course.

He's a bit of a dope, mostly in a "I see a problem and my solution is to punch it" kind of way, though I wouldn't say they're dumb as rocks or anything like that.

They don't talk that much, but gets chatty when fighting cause trash talk.

This man has no control over his volume so he yells like 95% of the time where being quiet isn't necessary for survival.

They’re the tank of the crew! Yet somehow he’s gotten very good at not getting hit. Doesn’t matter though, cause even if they do get hit, their muscle mass just kinda absorbs most of the damage. Beefcake!

He's most like Hank, being a quiet, threatening force, but unlike them, he takes shit seriously and only eases up maybe 10% of the time.

I like the idea of him being a grumpy old man so that's what we're going with.

I'm fairly certain it's canon that he'd rather outsmart the enemy and not fight as much as he can, so I figure he's not as fine with fighting as everyone else, but he can still wreck shit if it comes down to it.

However, obviously, he makes up for it in being smart as hell, he's the crew's handler and main medic after all.

Like mentioned, he’s a quiet guy, but he’s more willing to talk than Hank is. He uses speech fairly regularly but he’ll most likely use ASL when communicating. He’s got bandages around his jaw in addition to his mask so I bet he’s also got a fucked up mouth.

Tricky

Clown my beloved

He may be absolutely batshit insane, but he's the smartest out of everyone in the cast. His minds had to have gone through a lot but the Hoffnar smarts are still active!

Clearly he's also in the "doesn't take shit seriously" camp but honestly who can blame him, he's got a reality breaking machine crammed in his head!

He's Loud! Loud! Loud! Also refers to himself in the 3rd person only (by using Clown in place of Tricky/any pronouns), there is no reason, he just does.

Though he is on the same level of wickedness as Hank, he's also clearly a lot more juvenile and carefree, would probably get along well with Deimos if things were different. He indulges himself in a lot of "childish" things like small toys and cartoons, he's into DJ-ing, he literally types in internet speak, you get the gist

Incredibly skilled and violent in battle, of course, but at the end of the day, he just wants to have an entertaining time, so he plays fair and only gets dirty when he’s gotten bored and decides he’s done with the opponent [points at both Madness Antipathy and Expurgation]

So Eb, ahaha

Ebony

She's almost like a mix of everyone! Smartass, Chatty, and Cunning like Deimos, Loud as hell and not super brainy like Sanford, has the ability to give off a threatening aura just by standing there and staring like Hank, and also shares their carefree attitude, and is almost just as wacky and out there like Tricky. The only person she doesn’t share much in common with is Doc, other than like, being able to use ASL, but that doesn’t pose much problem to them working together.

She’s best at melee, as made obvious by her owning her own custom chainsaw (affectionately dubbed “Lana”), but is slowly working on getting better with guns thanks to help from Deimos and Hank.

She’s a speedy mf and incredibly agile, which is part of why Doc recruited her to the squad.

She has a sort of weird way of talking, where she’ll use words to mean certain things when they’re not really interchangeable, but the gang’s learned how to decipher what she’s saying. [I.E She’ll say something like “I’m positively cracking” when she means to say “I’m very happy right now”]

In canon, she’s an autistic woman, so obviously that carries over. Is constantly stimming (her necklace is basically chewlery), she’s full of energy, she has her own routine and way of doing things that the others have learned, she has problems with her memory, and her sense of hearing and touch (as well as taste but that’s not relevant here) is really sensitive so she’s able to hear sounds and feel things the others can’t, but she’s forced herself to not let it overwhelm her while she’s busy. She deals with it back at base in her own space. If only the dudes knew why she locks herself in her corner practically every time they go home after a mission!

She’s mainly with the 4 so she can survive, but she likes taking down people she thinks are doing bad things, so she’s all for Doc’s cause. It’s also why she has no problem sneaking around to hang with Tricky, she likes the poor thing and doesn’t see him as a real threat to life around them, just Hank. Which she thinks is funny ngl

The best way to describe her connections to everyone is that she’s like a bro and third wheel to Deimos’ and Sanford, she’s a rebellious teenager (she is in her 20s) who wants to test their authority figure’s patience as much as possible towards Doc, she’s chummy with Hank and has a level of respect towards him that they almost return (they find it interesting that she managed to keep herself alive and healthy for as long as she did, all on her own, when she’s a “naïve pipsqueak”), and she’s got feelings for Tricky because reasons.

Forgive me for the long ass post, when I ramble, I ramble! ND homies can relate lmfao

#madness combat #beemers ocs #beemers lore #oc #original character

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queenbol-of-baldurs-gate · 2 years

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Here is the second round of answering my own damn OC asks like a strong independent white woman. Asks are below and by @liliamoon!

Valerie Hawke

1. Valerie actually quite likes her name, and secretly likes it when people give her nicknames derived from her name.

2. I'd say the first thing a stranger would notice about Val would be the deep red of her hair and her dark makeup.

3. There is actually a noticeable difference between her public and private personality. In public she's snarky, care-free and shockingly blunt with strangers and friends alike. Alone however, she is a lot more mellow and at times melancholy- she doesn't like to be alone with her own thoughts for too long, so she rarely lets herself be alone.

4. Valerie enjoys a bit of flirting here and there, no matter the gender, but on the rare occasion where she starts to crush she becomes a lot more conscious of her own appearance and will focus their teasing words and flirting on them, wanting to either make them blush or get them to laugh. She'll be a lot more genuine around their crush however.

5. They do have a tell! She'll tuck her hair behind her ear if she has a good hand, or will fiddle with it if she has a bad hand- but she knows her tells however and has a fool proof plan to cover it up. She just doesn't stop fucking talking! Distract and deflect are her main weapons and they work.

6. Valerie likes using a particular perfume for herself so she usually has a smell of lavender and bergamot, but without the perfume she has the faint smell of parchment and paper alongside her natural scent.

7. Her hair settles between 2b and 2c- fun fact, before she became Champion she used to go out of her way to straighten her hair!

8. She doesn't actually like wearing much jewellery, if any! If it's practical enchanted jewellery, she'll put up with it but she usually doesn't like the feeling of metal and such on her skin.

9. Thinking about this in regards to Val made me chuckle, cuz she spews so much bollocks, but I think she would be the type of person who over uses "alrighty then". Never "alright".

10. I don't know about hands, but her feet are always cold. She is a menace under the covers, many a time has she incurred Fenris' (affectionate) ire by planting her ice feet on his back right before they're about to sleep.

11. I know this is a bit ironic since she's a Purple(/Red) Hawke and what not, but purple is definitely the colour that suits her best and makes her stand out in a crowd.

12. Platonically? It's gift giving- she's not the best with opening up and speaking from the heart, so she likes to show her affection by getting her loved ones gifts that remind her of them or that she think they'll like. Romantically? The gifts will only increase! But she's a lot more physical too, hand holding and petting their hair and little kisses- and she'll never stop flirting with them. She'll be old and grey and still flirting like a dog with them.

13. Valerie does tend to make strong eye contact one-on-one, mostly out of habit to reaffirm she's getting the reaction she was aiming for out of her conversation partner.

14. Valerie gets her hair and eyes from her father, and has inherited some bodily traits from her mother, but she's been told she looks a lot like Leandra's mother than either of her parents. She's not sure how she feels about that, what with her own complicated feelings towards Leandra.

15. Their greatest flaw is their lack of communication. Getting her to open up and talk about her issues, her problems and feelings, is like trying to pull chicken's teeth- she will bury and bury it all and outright avoid the situation if it's too much for her. And while I would say her levity in any situation can be a strength, it is her level of self discipline that is her greatest strength- nothing and no one can tempt her to corruption or deviating from her personal code of honour. This however can lead her to very strict with herself and make it harder for her to open up, and it can make her strict with others outside of her circle (and sometimes within).

16. Her complicated relationship with her mother growing up has lead her to her strictness with herself as an adult, wanting and needing Leandra's approval that never seemed to be given easily. This has also lead to her being wary of being a mother herself, even if she tells herself that she would never treat a child the way her mother treated her.

#i wrote some long ass answers for valerie #i like how imperfect she is #i made her a good balance between purple hawke and red hawke #she's not an aggressive person at all #but she can be absolutely cutting with her words when she wants to be #strict with herself and others in the way that if she thinks they pose a danger #to others or themselves #she will not fuck around and give them the benefit of the doubt #it can be hypocritical of her sometimes #valerie hawke #f!hawke #da2 #dragon age 2 #oc asks #my oc #my character

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ukendeavour · 6 years

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We, The Fans

I recently saw the below tweet ‘retweeted’ by Bradley Bredeweg that angers me more than it should.

The role of fans has changed, 10, 15 20, even 30 years ago the only way to be a fan of a show was to watch and in our millions we did. Inspector Morse, a UK detective show that ran for 13 years claimed that it had been seen by one billion people worldwide, something that is unheard of now. However today social media has become a massive factor in our viewing.

When a show airs we’re told to ‘join the cast on twitter’ or see a video on facebook or see behind the scenes photos on Instagram. The creators of the shows are involved and then we are told to stop telling them what they should and shouldn’t put in THEIR shows

Hang on a minute.

You can deal with the praise and ass licking but the moment someone disagrees or doesn’t like what you’re doing, you fragile egos cannot take and we are told to shut up and sit down.

As a Fosters fan that was purely watching for the amazing relationship of Stef and Lena Adams Foster, I’ve seen this first hand. As views/fans, we are invited to talk to the showrunners, writers, creators, and actors on Twitter week in and week out while the show was airing. However the moment we disagreed with something or pointed out that it was getting unrealistic we were wrong.

Their show was ‘groundbreaking’ ‘hard-hitting’ and a ‘front-runner’ no, in the end, it became a political soapbox for the writers who were putting characters into situations that were getting silly.

When we asked for more affection between Stef and Lena a certain ‘writer, creator, director,’ basically told us to go and watch porn. That’s not what we were asking for. If you watch Season one and the end of season 5c you see a very affectionate Stef and Lena. the fact season 1b, 2a, 2b and most of 3a is basically the two women butting heads and not even really connecting at all is something hard to watch. If they had been a real-life couple this would not have been the case.

Fans now have a say. they can tell creators what they think, good, bad, ugly.

We don’t like being misled, which is what happened with the Mama spin-off. We were given false hope and then another ‘creator, writer, director’ had her ego bruised so badly she decided to tell us to raise the $30million dollars and she would make it. I hate to tell you, Joanna, if I raised $30million to make it I wouldn’t employ you. You’re complicit in getting your own show canceled to make a spin-off that NO ONE asked for but you writers and the two NEW leads

Ego seems to the be the big thing here. if you are saying the right things and licking their asses. You’re in. but the moment you say ‘hey wait this isn't what I wanted or started watching for’ you get blocked or ignored.

My main message is fan can MAKE or BREAK you. Without us, you have no job. You can hide in your bubble while you make a serious but without people sitting down to watch the show you have nothing but a canceled show. Don’t lead your fans on, don’t use one set of fans to get others involved. I’m still shocked that Joanna Johnson had no idea so many older lesbians were watching the Fosters for Stef and Lena. open your eyes woman.

Don’t bite the hand that feeds, the network may be paying you but without the fans you really are nothing.

#Stef Adams Foster #Lena Adams Foster #Teri Polo #Sherri Saum #The Fosters #AdamsFoster #Lena Adams #Stef Foster #Stef and Lena #Lena and Stef #lesbians #TV lesbians

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bisharp-that-likes-chips · 2 years

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Heyoo! Can i request? so can you do main 4 with younger sister? Just fluff, humor and angst thank you! ^^

Hank:

You and him are BESTIES!

Whenever the two of you are around each other, you either like to go on many slaughters, killing every grunt in your path.

Or you chill out and relax, sometimes the two of you cuddle and nap together. Sometimes you guys play a buncha random games (whether that’d be video games or chasing games)

Sometimes, Hank likes to annoy you. Like he’ll take something you have in your hands and hold it up so that you can’t reach it. He finds it funny. (You later kick him hard in the knee, which makes him either drop what he was holding, or give it back to you and apologize).

Sanford:

He’s very protective of you.

Even if the slightest bad thing were to happen to you, he panics like it’s code red and keeps on asking if you’re okay. (You might have to tell him to chill out)

He’s very affectionate towards you as well, picking you up and giving you big hugs, and constantly making little trinkets for you. He loves you a lot, cuz ur his sweet little sister.

Sanford is always happy to do stuff with you. Even if it’s something embarrassing like putting make-up on his face, he’ll still enjoy every second of it (if Deimos ever makes fun of him, Sanford will falcon punch his face and chase him down)

Deimos:

The funniest big brother you’ll ever meet

Ever feeling down, he sits right next to you and shows you a very funny meme.

Sometimes he likes to pull pranks on you. He likes seeing your angry face every time you fall for any of them.

It’s not that hard to prank him either. If you ever do pull a successful prank on him, he’ll be quite surprised and quite amused.

You and Deimos are the most mischievous duo ever. You constantly love to make the crew pissed, whether that’d be pranking them, going crazy around the house, or playing videos at a high volume to make their ears freak out.

2BDamned:

2B’s relationship with you is better than a 11 McNuggets in a 10 McNugget piece meal.

The two of you are always helpful to each other, you sometimes help him with some hard tasks during work which can’t be done by himself, and he helps you when you’re hurt, sad, or in need of assistance.

If anyone dares to hurt you in anyway, he immediately gets furious and scolds them for hurting his nice and amazing sister, sometimes even threatening them (if they’re not his acquaintances that is)

If 2B ever gets mad and does something to make you feel sad, he’ll give you a hug and apologize for being so mean.

#platonic #hank x reader #hank j wimbleton #madness combat #madness combat x reader #sanford x reader #deimos #deimos x reader #sanford #johnny depp and his sis be like

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musicalmukebox · 6 years

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Let’s Get (Back) Together | l.h. (8)

Ctto of the gif!

AU: Parent Trap Dad!Luke

Summary: A strong love which led to a strong marriage and twin daughters. Yet in the end, it didn’t turn out so well. You strongly refuse to encounter him ever again. But what happens when both of you coincidentally send your twin daughters to the same summer camp in Florida after 10 years?

Word Count: 5.7k

Warnings: swearing, mentions of alcohol and usage

A/N: Almost there!!

I don’t own Parent Trap and its ideas. It’s only used as inspiration.

1 / 2A / 2B / 2C / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9 / 10 / 11 / 12 / 13 / 14 / 15

Feedback/Questions/Others? Here.

2020, Sydney

“Don’t think that way, babe. They are going to love you.” Luke reassures you, driving to his parents’ home and placing his hand on your thigh so you’d lessen your freaking out session.

Ever since you and Luke have been planning this trip so you could relaxation from working at the set for your upcoming film “Constant” and meet his parents, it was nerve-wracking. Oh, and yes you’re finally making your debut in the movie industry!

You really wanted to show to them that you were just as empowered, determined and loving as their son and not a social climber of some sort, especially since you are a struggling actress. Happily, they loved him and how he made you happy. You get now what Luke felt when he met your parents last month, all the nerves going crazy and overthinking too. Now you wished the same for yourself, especially since this trip will involve staying over at the Hemmings residence.

“But Luke, in case you forgot, I am the same girl from the Valentine music video who got really fucking frisky with you! Not a good impression honestly.” You blurt out, pressing the button to slide the car window open so you could use your e-cigarette and let the strawberry scented smoke out your lungs. You let your head out a bit to feel some of that cool breeze, just letting yourself go.

“You don’t have to use that thing all the time when you’re stressed, you know?” Luke pointed out, taking a short glance at you then back at the long road. You let a slight chuckle while taking a swift smell of that sweet aroma before facing yourself to Luke. “That’s pretty hypocritical of you, love because you also brought yours. But you are right, truly there are other ways get some stress relief.” You purr, trailing your fingers up his thigh near his hardened crotch, twitching more as you keep going. His grip on the handle tightened, more at the sight of your lips puckering up that e-cigarette and exhaling with a “pop”. Note also that he’s other hand was gripping your thigh, squeezing it repeatedly.

“Fuck, Luke.” You moaned, letting your body lie further on the chair whilst smoking.

“Babe, as much as you look fucking good in that dress and desirable to fuck right now, we’re almost at the house.” He says, controlling himself before he lets his dominance take over and lets his hand go from your thigh and putting them back on the wheel. “Tease.”

It took another 10 minutes before Luke’s car parked by the driveway of his family home, excited to be reunited with his loved ones after a while. Exiting the car, he ran up to his front door and knocked, being a man of good manners. You, on the other hand, followed right behind him, hands sweaty and overthinking everything.

“They’re going to find a flaw on you, and hate you.”

“You’re not good enough.”

“You still have time to back out and run!”

Luke easily notices your droopy eyes, slowed walking and quickened breathing, which were all too familiar. As you reached his side, hands on your pocket, his hands held your waist, moving your bodily position from facing the door to facing him. You were still looking down until his finger lift your chin, your eyes locked with his.

“You calmed me when I was nervous to meet your parents, and to our happiness, they liked me. My parents will adore you because you are amazing, okay?” He reminds, sealing it with a short peck which matched the timing of the door being opened by a splitting image of Luke, yet he was much taller and scruffier, also his hair was tied back.

“Luke, mate!” He smiled, pulling your boyfriend in for a heartfelt hug. “Getting buffer now, I see?”

“Maybe more than you now since I’ve quit drinking, Jack. Well sort of.” Luke half jokes, holding his laughter. The man, whose name happens to be Jack, rolls his eyes in annoyance and jokingly, laughing along. “You wish, Luke. Oh, and hello to you.” His focus changed to you, looking up and down.

“(Y/N), this is my older brother Jack. Jack, my girlfriend, (Y/N).” Luke introduces you both, further making you both acquainted to each other. You were already preparing yourself to what’s going to occur, whether they will act fake or nice to you. Expecting the worst, you were surprised when Jack brought you in for a friendly hug.

“Nice to finally meet you! Come on in!” He invites you inside, slowly entering the open and big house they have. You could smell the aroma of vanilla spread all throughout, reminding of Luke’s house in LA. You also noticed the different pictures hung on the walls, like family, individual and scenery shots, in which the latter are taken by his mother, Liz. Oh, meeting her in person got you the most wrapped up, especially she is the main woman of the household which is male dominated. Despite this, there was one photo that stood out the most was a young and chubby looking school photo of Luke.

“Aww, baby boy.” You cooed, trailing the glass frame and acting affectionate. Luke “You looked so cute and innocent here, love. What happened?”

“Oh haha, real funny. It’s not as worse as your photo as a devil for Halloween circa 2004.” He strikes back jokingly, mentioning an embarrassing memory from your childhood because your costume got dirtied by mud when you accidentally tripped on some excess cloth from your pants since the costume was too long.

“We don’t speak of that humiliating memory, loser!” You spanked him on the shoulder, the memories of that playing in your mind. “Oh, c’mon it was funny! Also, you were being mean!” He retaliated by grabbing your wrists in defense.

“Ooh, you are so smitten, mate!” Jack teases, giving him a pat on the back. “Oh, he is huh?” You give him a smirk, flattered. Luke blushes pink, shy to express his admiration and love towards you sometimes because he likes to keep it to himself. But with you, you’re an exception.

After looking and teasing Luke about his old pictures, Jack led you and Luke to the living room, where a young woman and little boy were playing with trucks and action figures on the floor.

“You’ll never get away, Loki!” The young boy holds up a Spiderman figure, playing his character. “Try me!” The young woman plays back, holding up a Loki figure, striking it at the Spiderman. They begin “fighting”, only ending in a fit of giggles wherein also the woman carried the young boy up in the air.

“Mommy, I’m flying!!” He bubbled, his toothy smile melting your heart due to the cuteness. “Woah there, little Max has grown a bit!” Luke says as he makes his way to the woman, putting down the little boy still holding his action figure and then lightens up at the sight of his tall uncle. “Uncle Pukey!” He exclaims, his tiny legs running over to the tall man who picks him up high in the air. As he brought him down, Luke kneels down to reach his height.

“How you been, Max?” He asks, messing his hair a bit. “I’m happy now you’re here! Also, I just turned 4!” He puts up four fingers, giving him a toothy smile that lightened up your mood before running back to his toys. Yet it kind of gutted Luke because he’s missing out on his nephew’s life. Hopefully, he’ll never be like that to his future kids.

Welp.

“He’s getting a bit tall now, I see.” Luke adds, his attention to the woman lying on the couch in tiredness. “Turning into a handful too.” She says, regaining her strength and stood up again. “Missed you, you Jack wannabe.”

Luke chuckles, his arms opening for her for a hug. “Missed you too, Celeste.” As their hug ends, Celeste beams at the sight of you, her energy boosted.

“Oh my, you must be (Y/N)!”

“Hi, you must be Cel-” You prepared your hand to shake, yet instead, she gave you a warm hug which you didn’t expect. “Love, shaking hands is so formal. Besides, I can tell that you’re really nervous by the way your eyes crinkle and breaths quicken.”

“Is it that obvious?”

“I can read people pretty easily, not to brag or anything. Oh and yes, I’m Celeste, Jack’s wife. ” She introduces, looking from top to bottom. Much to your cluelessness, she likes you and your reservedness.

“Wow, it’s about time you’re here and didn’t greet me first!” A much older-looking and shorter woman enters the scene, crossing her arms at Luke, who is stationed at the floor with Max and playing with him.

“Sorry, mum. Couldn’t resist playing my favorite nephew.” He jokes before standing up and giving her a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

“Do you mean your only nephew?” Jack says, showing off his common sense. “Shut up, Jack.” Luke responds, getting everyone annoyed because Max was in the room, wherein there is zero tolerance for swearing.

“Clean that dirty mouth of yours, mate.” Jack reminds, covering little Max’s ears, making him squirm a lot. “There is a child here.”

“Some things don’t change with you, hun.” The older woman comments, before changing her attention on him to you. You couldn’t decipher what she was thinking at that moment nor if she sensed bad or good vibes with you.

“Ah, you must be (Y/N)!” She smiles as she approached you. You did the same thing with Celeste and reached out your hand shake for formality. “It’s nice to meet you, Mrs. Hemmings.”

“Call me Liz, love. You are as beautiful as Luke described.” She declined the handshake to give you a hug. This family is very affectionate, you noticed. Unlike yours, wherein they were pretty strict with Luke at first, yet they warmed up to him in the end.

“Oh, thank you. You are just as lovely, Liz.” You didn’t know to reply at first yet you couldn’t help blush while remaining humble.

“Liz, is Lewi here?” An older and much shorter man joins the scene, right behind Liz.

“Yup! And brought a special someone.” She answers, giving a kind and genuine grin, which is a sign of acceptance. Well, so far.

“Oh, (Y/N)! I’m Andy, by the way, great to finally meet you!” He introduces himself, wherein based on everyone you’ve met so far, he must be his dad. “Hi, dad.” Luke gives Andy a hug before standing right beside you, his arm on your waist.

“Luke has told us so much things about you.”

“Really like what?” You asked, curious as to what your boyfriend must’ve shared. Were they bad? Good? Funny?

“How about we eat first then let’s talk.” Liz instructs, her arms inviting us to the dining room where various food and beverages are served. “Come one, everyone, let’s eat!”

Nodding, everyone gathered at the long dining table, satisfying their hunger and thirst through Liz’s cooking and catching up, especially on Luke because he’s the only one living in LA aside from you. Also, his other brother Ben caught up to you guys for dinner, along with his family. His wife’s name is Kara and has two kids: Jacob, who’s 6 years old, and Lily, who’s 3. Happily for you, Ben had a liking for you like everyone else, which made dinner much more enjoyable.

It was as if your worries have gone away whilst eating dinner, especially when everyone asked you different questions, which you answered truthfully. Celeste pointed out how odd it was how you met but quoting her, “a great result because you make Luke really happy.”

Andy admired how you managed to still graduate even if you changed career paths. “Being able to speak a different language is an advantage whether you’re acting or not.”

As for Ben and Jack, they find it incredible that you’re there to “keep him grounded and help him get through media” especially since you are a rising star.

“I like (Y/N), uncle Pukey. She makes you happy.” Max says at the table as he drinks his orange juice from a sippie cup. Everyone aww’d, and your heart has never been happier.

As dessert, which was cake, was being eaten and wine was drank by everyone still at the dining table, Liz began getting dirty plates for her to clean. Seeing how many they were, you offered to help her out. “Yes sure, love. Thank you.” She thanked, strengthening the grip on the plates on her hands so they don’t fall.

Getting the remaining plates, you stayed beside her whilst washing quietly in order to have a fast pace and still catch up with the others at the table.

”He really loves you, you know?” Liz began, capturing your attention away from the plates and facing her.

“I do, and I love him just as much, Liz.” You say, your nerves creeping up back to you, tilting you head to where Luke was at the dining room. The chandelier light shined at him, wherein his eyes crinkled and smile widened, laughing afterwards.

“It warms my heart for him to find someone like you, who doesn’t let others like the media define him for you and keeps him grounded. Just the way he talks about you in the past, just wow you got him smitten.” She shares, lovingly and with relief. “As his mother, all I want is the best for him always. Don’t ever hurt him, alright?”

“I won’t ever, Liz. Your son is the best thing I’ve ever had in this tough life, and he makes me really happy.”

2034, Los Angeles

“She looked like an angel.”

“Luke, stop. She ended things and hurt you.”

“It was like she never aged a bit.”

“Shut up, Luke! You’ve moved on right?”

Those were some of the many rivaling thoughts running through Luke’s mind as he was washing his face repeatedly in the restroom, trying to forget that strong connection from earlier. He felt nervous, most especially at the fact you are living and breathing in the same area. Some 10 year separation, huh? Things get weirder when he recalls Rebecca, well actually Stella, back in Sydney asked him what he would do if he sees you again. He said he’d say hi and talk, but as of now, he can’t think straight. Now, he kept pondering on other things to distract himself, like what shirt will be changing to for the afterparty, whether to do a note change in the band’s performance of Valentine later, and if Sierra saw her earlier.

For the latter, if she did, things will most likely not go well.

Wiping his face on some paper towels, he ran fast to the band’s dressing room, aware that he will be stepping on stage in a little while. His phone started ringing and vibrating with numerous texts and calls. At last, he found the door labeled “5SOS” and opening it, he sees his fellow band members practicing on their respective instruments and having conversations with their kids and wives. “Finally, you’re here!” Sierra cheered, reaching over to him for a peck on the lips. “You got everyone worried! And your shirt’s a bit wet too.”

“Don’t scare us off like that, mate. You’re our frontman, we will fail without you!” Calum says, concerned. “Fuck, did someone get your blazer or something?” Michael cusses, shocking Crystal. “Michael!” She protested, covering the ears of Beatrix, who was beside her and talking to Scarlett about . “There are children in the room.”

“Mom, let go!” Beatrix groans, removing her hands and carries on with Scarlett. Rebecca, the real one, was busy talking to Alex, “catching up”, and as she saw Luke, she was ecstatic. “Dad!” Running to his side, she gives him a tight hug, a hug almost a month overdue.

“So peppy over there, poppet? I just saw you a while ago.” He comments as he kneels a bit and wrapped his arms around her. “Honestly, it felt longer, dad.” Rebecca says satisfied, finally feeling more at home and contented to talk with her accent too.

“Becks love.” Sierra called out, disrupting the moment much to Rebecca’s dismay. As an aunt, she was okay but now after what’s been happening, she’s not having it. She discreetly observes her body language and facial expression. She kept tapping her feet and her smile was crooked as she held her phone out. Impatience, like she wanted something and didn’t wanted you in it. “Oh yes? Sorry, Sierra.” Rebecca answers, giving her an innocent grin and still hugging Luke from the side.

“Well, Becks, do you mind if you take a photo of your dad and me? You know, more photos for the wedding, the better.” She asks politely, handing the phone to Rebecca and going over to one side of Luke, putting her arm on his waist and vice versa. “Oh okay, sure.” As the device was in her hands, she discreetly smirked as she had an idea. How fast or slow can Sierra crack? Upon doing this, it was so she knows what she was in for if Sierra was her step-mom.

Mare.

Round 1: It was dropping her phone “accidentally” on the floor while Luke and Sierra were fixing themselves a bit for the photo. “Oh shiz, sorry Aunt Sierra.” She frantically picks it up to sell the character, sliding left on the phone to access the camera. From afar, she can see her annoyance in her eyes, rolling them, and the hand on her waist crumpling a bit.

“I-It’s fine, Becks. Just take the picture since your dad is almost going on stage, yeah?” Stammering, Rebecca captures the moment, putting down the phone camera. “Yay, thanks Becks!” Sierra runs over to Becks’ side, opening her phone to check the photo. “This is amazing! What do you think, Lukey?” She says in approval, handing her phone to Luke. For a second, Rebecca grimaced over that nickname of her dad.

“I-It l-looks great. Nice one, poppet.” He compliments, walking to the other side of the room to get ahold of his guitar. He was still out of focus, searching for any distraction because the picture taking didn’t really help and with Rebecca in the room, he couldn’t stop thinking about you because she’s half of you.

“Dad, are you okay?” Rebecca cuts him off from his thoughts, her blue eyes identical to his looking fretful. “You’ve been acting weird since you got here, like you saw a ghost or something.” Does a ghost of marriage past count?

“I just needed my guitar.” Luckily, his guitar was just at fingers touch, gripping on it and putting on the strap around his figure. “Smooth move over there.” She jested, nodding her head up and down. Luke continues his gaze at her, the nodding of head reminding him of something you would do.

“Shut up, Luke! You’ve moved on right?” One thought repeated.

“5 minutes until performance, boys!” A man, probably one of the organizers, announced in the room upon opening the door, instigating the boys to gather what they need before heading out. Luke grabbed one of the many picks he had and took a gulp of water to refresh him before the performance. Surely he’s used to it, but the tables have now turned since he saw you, and also that you will be watching him. If only he had a drink, but he’ll get to that later at the afterparty.

Lord, help him.

“Why did I choose to wear heels again?” You complained right after you stepped out of the vehicle with Timmy, facing once more the familiar flashing lights of different cameras and the paparazzi screaming your name and blurting out of context questions. Timmy was right with you to get through that horde and enter the after-party venue, where there will still some photographers, but consensual ones. The lights were dim, numerous private booths and tables near the dance floor, different artists performing, all sorts of alcohol and food being served. Tempting as it was, you just recovered from your previous indulge from a while ago and taking a rest.

“I believe we have found our table, babe.” Timmy says, his finger pointing to a table with the label “Cast of Take Me or Leave Me” by the right side of the stage. You just wanted to hold his hand, but it cannot be so you settled on interlacing your arm on his, which is a sign of respect and chivalry that would not be easily suspected. As you both directed your steps to that spot, you then recalled that you were to meet up with Rebecca, or Stella now, and Gina as soon as you entered the venue of the after-party. “Sorry babe, wait.” You pause your movement, bringing your phone out and dialing Gina’s number. Placing the device by your ear and letting it ring, you then hear shuffling and soft voices in the background. “Hi, Miss (Y/N). How may I help you?”

“Hey, Gina. Where are you two? I figured that we would meet up here at the after-party to, you know, discuss.” Your voice softened, most especially on your emphasis on the word discuss, looking around the venue in hopes of finding them yet the lighting was too minimal and only neon lights were dominant. “Oh, we’re at one of the lounges near the bar, the third nearest. Rebecca almost passed out because she’s dehydrated.” Gina professes on the other line.

“Shit, I’m on my way there.” You panic before hanging up and turning your back on Timmy. “Babe, wait up!” He stopped you, his hand gripping on your shoulder. “Are you okay?”

“Y-Yeah. Got some old friends here and I’ll just say hi if that’s okay.” You lied, ready to run and get some water at the bar. You weren’t much of a secret keeper towards him, but this one is just not too easy to tell at the time. For Timmy, he was thinking to accompany you, yet he is reminded of your relationship which is very private so he shrugs the request. “Oh, okay. I’ll be with Cami and Miles over there. Be back soon, alright?”

“No problem, babe.” You give him a kiss on the cheek before heading your way to the busy bar. Different people with different requests who cannot control their impatience. Yet when you made your appearance, one bartender instantly was available for you.

“Miss (Y/N) (Y/L/N)! What would you like for this evening?”

“Not to sound like a bummer, but I’d like water please. It’s for my daughter.” He nods at your request and gives you cold bottled water from the cooler below the table. “Here you go, miss. Enjoy your night.” As you thanked and tipped him with a 10 because you were feeling friendly, you searched for that third lounge nearest to the bar, which happens to be the most isolated too. When you did, which was a burden for your feet, you knocked first out of courtesy.

“Miss Rebecca Hemmings!” You called out, just wanting to get everything over and done, mainly that just hours ago, you were eye to eye with your ex-husband, fully speechless. This was someone whom you’ve loved yet damaged you. You needed him out for good because it was too much.

The door slowly opens to reveal two identical girls by the door. Duh, you have twins, but it’s not likely to already see each other this fast, right? “Hold up, I’m beginning to see double.” You blinked numerously.

“Well mom, you are.” The girl in the dotted dress confirms, smiling as she looked at her other sister for a second and using her Australian accent to remind you that it was Rebecca. As for the girl in the leather-like dress, it was Stella, whom you’ve mistaken earlier as Rebecca, thinking she was just wearing a jacket. You were ecstatic, they were together at last and you weren’t tipsy anymore

“Oh my God! You both have found each other, and are so beautiful.” You gushed, bringing in them for a hug. That last time they were together were when they were a year old, in separate baby baskets in which afterwards, Luke took Rebecca and you took Stella. They were so unaware of what they were going to face, or rather miss out. But now, time to snap back to reality.

“Now, you two have explaining to do!” Out of the blue, a woman with red hair and light brown eyes pops out from the door. Familiar looking you thought of her. “Hold on, loves. Maybe it’s best that we head inside so no one gets suspicious.” She reminds, her arms directing the twins to go inside which they easily follow. Afterwards, she focuses on you. “Hi miss (Y/N), I don’t know if you remember me, but..” Her voice and face were very familiar, and then memories of the past played in your head of this woman and how she once took care of Stella for over a year.

“Oh my, Felicia! It’s been so long.” You give her a short hug before you entered inside the cold lounge. Felicia grins at your kind action. “I knew I always liked her.” She tells herself, checking around the vicinity if anyone was watching then closing the door gently.

“First off, I already just saw your dad when he was going backstage with your aunt Sierra, taking these cutesy photos like best-friend style kinda. He was very dumbfounded, like he had no clue that “Stella” and I were going to be both here. And between the both of you, you didn’t tell him that I was going to be here, huh?” You confronted in frustration while stood in front of the two girls seated at the couch, her palm on her forehead and pacing the room back and forth.

“You saw him already?” Stella gasped, concerned that everything was bound to fail already before the meeting. It would be too soon. “Surprisingly yes, like we locked eyes so deeply, and I can sense that he viewed me like a ghost, like the ghost of marriage past. Well true.” You coincidentally matched your analogy as you explained what happened. As you were about to add on, Gina barges in the room holding water bottles.

“Here guys, the water bot – Oh hello everyone, hi Miss (Y/N).” She awkwardly greets, placing the bottles on the table beside her. Short background, it was just her and the twins a while in the room before she left to get water for Rebecca, then Felicia followed afterwards because she had to give Luke’s extra shirt for the after-party. As Gina waves at every single person in the room, yet paid more attention on the eyes of the unfamiliar red-haired, snow white-skinned woman in the room. The eyes of Felicia.

“Hi! I’m afraid we haven’t met personally, but I’m Gina. Nice to finally meet the woman Rebecca speaks highly of.” Gina approaches Felicia, shaking her hand. “Hello! Likewise, love. I’m Felicia.” She shakes back, making a bold move by kissing her hand. “Lovely to meet you.”

Unconsciously, their grasps prolonged as well as their staring at each other. You caught from the moment that they were slightly interested in each other, but this wasn’t the right time to pursue it.

“Ahem.” You coughed, waking the girls from their mini moment and back to your talk towards the twins. “Sorry, miss. Continue on.” Gina apologizes, putting some strand of her brown hair behind her ear, still flattered by Felicia’s action and not to mention that she is right beside her feeling just as giddy.

“Let us now change the topic. You are going to tell me right now why we’re here and also without telling your father.” You say with conviction, in dire need of answers and no more secrecy.

Yet Gina interrupts the talk again. “Excuse me, miss (Y/N), now since this is a family topic, Felicia and I will be heading out.”

“I agree, miss (Y/N). Now shall we, Gina?” The two take small steps towards the exit. Suspicious as it is, you figured that those two maybe hiding some information too.

“Wait!”

Everyone froze. You took in some deep breaths because you were mentally preparing for what you are about to ask and the answers that will roll along with it, which will just bring you more overwhelm and stress. “Is there something I don’t know that you all do?”

Silence, Stella was looking at Rebecca, pestering her indirectly through her hand movements to say something. Rebecca sighed, her heartbeat racing fast. “Mom, Dad’s getting married.”

“What? To who?”

“Aunt Sierra.” Stella admits, frowning at the name without hesitation.

You couldn’t believe your ears. You prayed hard hoping that it wasn’t true yet no joking nor smiley expressions came from your girls to back it up, which just confirms the fact.

“That bitch.” You yell, clenching your fists and ready to punch the wall. Your adrenaline was rushing through veins without any pauses and willing to snap at anyone who tries to stop.

Here’s the thing. Sierra has always been mean to you behind doors since the day Luke introduced you to her back in the day, saying that you weren’t good enough for him and that you should leave him for someone else. Although you never hide anything from Luke, this was something you just can’t tell him. This was because Sierra has established close friendships with the boys for years, which is also good for the music industry and you wouldn’t want that to be ruined over the fact that she didn’t like you. Besides whatever she said, you could care less. But now to marry Luke? This is different, and you felt betrayed.

“I never told anyone about this, but Sierra and I never liked each other because she says I’m never good enough for your father and that he deserves better.” You hissed, tightly gripping on one of the pillow from the couch. Rebecca and Stella are beyond scared as they have never seen you this enraged about anyone, making their way to you with water.

“Mom, are you jealous?” Stella questions, directing you to sit down and just relax by the softness of the couch, even for just a little bit.

“No, love. I-It’s just that if your father was to find someone else after me, it would just not be her.” You elaborated, desiring your e-cigarette so badly yet it is in the possession of Mark because Rebecca told him to keep it away from you. Oh great.

Funny enough, it was like you switched roles: the twins were asking the questions and you were answering them. “Since you and aunt Sierra were never ever in good terms, why didn’t you tell dad?”

Taking a breather, “Sierra’s a singer like your dad and has been friends with him too for years, longer than my and your dad’s past relationship. Also it was good for business he says.”

“Well mom, this is terrible, and she is quite awful, and this can’t push through! The only way he won’t marry her is if – you tell her Stella, you both know each other more.” Rebecca switches positions with Stella who was seated beside you. “Is if he sees you again.” She finishes her twin’s sentences, with a hint of hope things could get better.

“You’re not setting us up now, are you?” You implied, raising one brow.

“Actually, we are. You both are perfect for each other.” Rebecca stated frankly, defending her stand just so you can get more of an idea. As you were to counteract her point, you could see at the corner of your eye Gina and Felicia tiptoeing to the door so they can leave.

“Hold up.” You halt, facing them. “Do you guys know this too?”

“What no, this is outrageous!”

“No no no, I’m clueless about this!”

Their voices were a pitch higher, kept shaking their head and raising their brows. You could easily read people, and based on that, you undoubtedly knew they were lying. “I smell lies from you both.”

Defeated, they gave in. “Technically, yes.”

“Yes, and it was so sweet.”

“Stella told me this and I’m a die-hard romantic.” Gina gushed, her brown eyes lighting up and heart so warm despite the situation they were in. “Omg really? So am I!” Felicia replies at her, astonished and feeling giddy as she gazed at the brown-eyed girl again.

As much you appreciated at how close those two were getting, you needed to get through the reality of this situation, to get through unfinished business once and for all. Standing up much stronger and taller, you spoke up once with more conviction and discipline.

“Let me say this loud and clear, girls. Luke Hemmings and I have nothing in common, well anymore. He said that I held him back, and I agreed with him. Besides, if he’s liked Sierra when we were together, then so be it. I’m already happy with your uncle Timmy, more than your father made me feel. Your father and I, our relationship just happened so fast, and ended the same way too.”

Drained, Stella gives her input. “Mom, I love uncle Timmy and all, but you and dad had something special, which led you to having us.”

She was right without a doubt, but sadly, that something has ended and neither of you are interested with mending that ever. The only thing you want to settle with him would be the bonding time of the twins. “I know my loves, but unfortunately, times are different. When we finally get to talk later, I will explain to him that I am here for one reason only, which is to switch you back. Understood?”

“Yes, mom.” They agreed, bowing their heads and laid on the couch, unhappy with the result. This was a huge setback for their plan, but hey, setbacks lead to a big comeback! That’s what’s keeping them positive.

“Alright, now excuse me, I will be looking for Timmy and get another drink, maybe the photographers and some of my other friends need pictures too.” You say in relief before leaving the room to do such. At least that’s settled, right?

Having clever twins would think otherwise.

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Lucky to be a Lightwood

Set during the end of 2b, when Alec and Magnus are going through troubles. Written for the alec appreciation 2017. Prompt: family. (Also on Ao3).

As much as Alec disliked having the pressure of his parents being at the institute, he couldn’t help but admit it did have its positives. The main one being that Max is around. He was even more thankful that his mother had come to visit with their marriage breaking down. It allowed him to see a different side to his mom. One that wasn’t trying to impress and please; instead one that was being open and honest. He felt for his brother, he really did. Having to be stuck in the middle of everything going on with their parents; it must be hard on him. It seems though that it has pushed Max into training harder and bettering himself. A double edged sword.

He watches as Izzy goes through some combat techniques with Max; a soft smile resting on his face. Max latches on to any and all information he is given, he listens to feedback and takes it on board eagerly. Watching his siblings Alec can almost forget about the heavy pain in his chest. He misses Magnus, more than anything. And he doesn’t know if there will ever be anything he can do to put things right between them. All he has is hope.

He wonders if all this will have any lasting impact on Max; if his future relationships will be affected by everything that is happening now. Firstly there’s Mom and dad’s marriage breakdown. Izzy’s method of keeping people at arm's length. Jace and his, to put it lightly, complicated relationship with Clary. And last of all the fight Alec’s in with Magnus. Yes they have all tried their hardest to shelter Max from it all, but he’s not blind and he’s certainly not stupid. It’s undeniable that being around these situations at such a young age changes you. Alec just hopes that Max learns that love is worth it, love is worth fighting for. He hopes that unlike him; Max doesn’t view emotions as something negative; that clouds your judgement. Or that it is not worth giving your heart to someone as all it does is destroy you. He hopes that Max can see the beauty in it; the way it can change you for the better.

He knows, he can feel it in his heart, that he’ll find his way back to Magnus. Somehow, someday. And all this pain will be justified. He’ll learn, grow and change for the better. Because that’s the effect being with Magnus has had on him; he makes Alec a better person. Happier, more comfortable in his own skin. Accepting of the person he truly is rather than trying to be what everyone else wants him to be. Truly living rather than existing and going through the motions as someone else’s ideal.

A gentle hand on his arm breaks him from his thoughts. “You’re all growing up so fast.” Alec turns to look at his mother; her gaze is fixed onto her to youngest.

“I know I mean just look at Max, he’s gone from this small, quiet, nerdy child to an amazing fighter.” Alec can’t help but to grin as he replies, the love for his siblings shining through. “And then there’s Izzy, bounced back stronger than everything after...you know...And even Jace has come so far from where he used to be. Yes he had natural talent, but he’s learnt to care and think about others; and to take responsibility for the consequences of his actions.”

“Don’t forget about yourself. I’m proud of all my children but I’m especially proud of your journey. The way you stopped letting others tell you what you should be and do, how you’ve followed your heart and grabbed on to happiness with both hands.”

Alec blushes and looks away, “thanks mom.” After a moment he manages to compose himself.

“We’re all proud of you too, you know that? We admire you for how you’ve coped all these years with dad...and how you’ve found strength to close that chapter of your life.”

“Oh Alec,” she has tears shining in her eyes as she pulls him into an embrace, rubbing his back. “It’s all of you that have given me this strength.” As she releases him she looks him in the eye, “and it was worth it, every shred of pain, because I got all of you.” She squeezes his shoulder affectionately. “I just don’t want any of what’s happened between your father and I to affect his relationship with any of you.”

“Trust me it’s not that which is making us more distant from him.”

“What do you mean?”

“He’s never here, and when he is he doesn’t act like he cares all that much. It’s all just ‘the clave this’ ‘the clave that’, you know?”

“You all mean the world to your father, believe me he cares about nothing more.” She sighs, “I guess he just doesn’t know how to show it.”

At that point Izzy tells Max to have a break to drink some water; she then makes a beeline for them, hugging them each in turn. “Max looks likes he’s doing great,” Maryse comments.

“He is,” Izzy beams, “Although he could do with a bit more of a challenge, fancy helping out big brother?”

“I’d love to, just let me go get changed and I’ll see you back here in five,” he presses a kiss to each of their cheeks before going in pursuit of his training clothes.

“Thank you for taking Max under your wing; you’re doing a great job.” Their mom says.

“Thanks, he learns so quickly it’s almost scary! Although I’m sure there’s still a thing or to I could learn from you.” Izzy breaks eye contact nervously, “you know if you get time before you have to go again I would really like the chance to...”

“Isabelle,” Maryse cuts her daughter off, voice gentle, waiting for her to regain eye contact. “I would love to spar with you.” They both smile, “tomorrow morning work for you?”

“Yes, thank you. I look forward to it.” With one final hug they part ways, Izzy going back to Max to tell him that Alec would be joining him. She wasn’t quite expecting Max to be so excited about Alec helping, but then Max always had a quiet admiration for his oldest brother. Even if outwardly it seemed he preferred Jace, being more ‘fun’ to Alec’s seriousness.

Alec returns in sweatpants and tank top, eager to train with his siblings. “So, what’s the plan?” Unbeknownst to him Izzy and Max had already discussed teaming up against him, Izzy throws Alec a staff and within seconds of it entering his hands she is flying at him with her own, Max backing her up. Alec lets out a laugh as he fends off his siblings, showing off slightly to Max as he easily blocks and dodges Izzy’s attacks; years of fighting alongside her allowing him to judge her every move. After a few intense movements Alec changes things up a bit, catching Izzy off guard and sending her crashing backwards to the floor. Max joining her barely 30 seconds later.

Instead of being like Jace, taking a moment to be triumphant in victory, Alec helps both of them up.

“Good job guys, Izzy is a bit sloppy on her foot work so I took advantage of that, probably because she’s wearing sensible shoes for a change,” he winks at her, “and Max you just need to be a little more perceptive on your left side.”

Max nods his head showing that he understood. “Can we go one on one? Is that okay Izzy?”

Izzy smiles, “Sure, I’ll observe and give feedback.”

“What’s your weapon of choice Max?”

Max takes a moment to consider the options carefully, “sereph blade?”

“Okay,” Alec smiles warmly at his brother as Izzy hands them both their own sereph blade. Alec names his quickly, almost without thinking about it, it’s almost a second nature to him now. Which is why he finds it so interesting to watch as Max decides on a name for his. In the end he goes for Nakir.

Izzy watches with excitement and a keen eye as her two brother’s spa. She’d been in battle with Alec enough times to notice the exact moment he stopped going easy on Max, and even without holding back Max was able to match move for move. Without warning Max jumps into the air and twists around to come behind Alec, but years in the field fighting everything from demons to vampires had meant Alec would not be thwarted by such a manoeuvre, he rolls across the floor and springs back up almost instantly on the attack again. The sudden change in tempo catches Max off guard just enough to start slipping with his defence, and before Max knows what has happened, he’s on the other side of the floor face down.

“That was a bit much don’t you think Alec?”

“I had to do something to stop him winning. You’re a natural Max. In no time you’ll be a match for even Jace!”

“You really think so?”

“With enough training there’s no telling how good you’ll become.” Max is elated; almost the happiest Alec had ever seen his brother.

“Can we do some archery now? Everyone says that no one is better than you with a bow.” Alec blushes at the compliment, it meaning so much more coming from Max.

“I’d be honoured, Izzy you okay to set some targets up while I go through some tips with Max?”

“Sure.” Izzy watches her brothers fondly as she finishes setting up the last target, Max hanging off of every word, Alec alight with passion as he talks about the weapon. It doesn’t take long for Max to improve his aim, but he still lacks the level of discipline Alec has. Max isn’t disheartened though, he knows that it takes a lot more dedication than he had to be anywhere near as good as Alec. And that was okay, because he had his sights set on other weaponry. He’s just happy to have Alec there to give him pointers to help him with the weapon he struggles with the most.

With training over Alec has a shower and changes, what he’s not expecting is for Izzy to be waiting on his bed for him. He raises a quizzical eyebrow at her, waiting for an explanation. “I’ve ordered pizza for us, thought we could eat together, catch up?” She scoots over on the bed, opening the pizza box and leaving plenty of room for Alec to join her.

“O..kay... Why do I feel like you have another motive?”

“Can I not just enjoy pizza with my big brother?” The look he gives her is the only answer she needs. With a sigh she gives in. “I know that things are rough with you and Magnus at the moment and thought you could use the company, and you know if you wanted to talk about anything I’m here for you.”

He takes a seat on the bed, “thanks Iz.” As much as he hates talking about things, he knows that he can’t keep bottling things up. He doesn’t discuss much with Izzy, just enough to make himself feel a little lighter. Her words of assurance that things would work out, helping more than she could realise. As he drifts off to sleep that night there is one thought on his mind, he is lucky to have his family.

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