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burninbriight · 11 months

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after reading the sun and the star my semi-dormant pjo obsession has risen and is infesting my brain side by side with bsd. so.

bsd percy jackson au: a series of self indulgent hcs

skk is the percabeth of the situation. iconic duo. unstoppable. EVERYBODY has heard about them. literal legends among the demigods baby

dazai is a child of athena, chuuya a child of ares

dazai's team beat chuuya's during capture the flag once and chuuya went aight bet. and kicked dazai's ass during the next capture the flag. his team still lost but at least he got an excuse to fight that annoying know-it-all bandaged and beautiful son of athena

the rest is history

the akutagawa sibilings are children of hades. goth mfs

now imagine them having the same storyline as the di angelo sibilings... now in this au you can see why akutagawa talks like he belongs to another age

gin would consider joining the hunters of artemis, but in the end they end up refusing to not leave their brother alone. plus, being immortal would mean seeing him and all of their loved ones die, and gin has had enough of her loved ones dying

if skk is percabeth, shinskk is solangelo

does atsushi fit the standards for a child of apollo? idk but i can't think of another godly parent for him so be it!

unlike will solace, healing is not atsushi's strongest task but he still spends a lot of time helping in the infirmary

and that's where he meets ryūnosuke

unlike solangelo the initial hostility is NOT one sided. ryū behaves like a bitch? atsushi gets bitchy right back.

cue to atsushi looking extremely pissed while bandaging ryū's arm and them muttering insults at each other

ryūnosuke swears he hates that fucking failed doctor and atsushi would almost believe him if it wasn't for the amount of times ryūnosuke has tried sacrificing himself to save him during their quests

also in this au rashomon is a hellhound like mrs. o'learly. she's a sweet doggo that devours space and souls

or she's one of ryū's cocoa puffs? (does this count as a tsats spoiler taken out of context?)

you know that one scene in tsats where nico kisses the back of will's neck and says "i'm proud of you"? now picture that as atsushi to ryūnosuke. yeah.

also atsushi has plague powers bc i say so

yosano is the real will here: overworked healers who feel extremely guilty for every patient that died under their watch to the point of considering themselves murderers

she runs that infirmary like it's the navy

she's also a hell of a fighter, both with bows and arrows and with her own fists

bff with ranpo, who's the oracle!

they gossip abt apollo (boyfail) and complain abt their respective fundamental but hella hard roles at chb

also besties w/ chuuya

also hear me out on kousano in this au... yosano falls helplessly in love with hunter of artemis!kouyou. kouyou tries to convince herself that she's not falling for that bossy and selfless and brave doctor because she has an oath to keep and she couldn't let love knock at her door again. so everytime the hunters come to chb kouyou keeps yosano company and it's all longing looks and painful yearning. yosano wishes she could convince the redhead to break the oath and stay.

but she won't. i <3 kousano angst

moving onto happier lesbians. gin loves wandering by themselves in the forest or by the lake. people know them as the demigod who just fucks off to take a stroll in the woods and disappear there for an indefinite amount of time

and that's how she meets an awkward, stubborn but lovely dryad: you guessed it, it's higuchi!

gin was having a bad day and kicked a tree because they were just so angry— anger turned to guilt when the tree fucking yelped

gin immediately apologized and higuchi asked them what was bothering them. gin never loved to talk, so they were very surprised by themselves when they started rambling about their problems to a dryad they just accidentally hurt

from that day gin began spending even more time in the forest

sometimes they bring higuchi to camp

it isn't unusual for dryads to wander around camp, but higuchi usually kept on her own before meeting gin

higuchi helps gin to open up about their emotions and lower their walls, gin helps higuchi to make friends and to value and love herself

chuuya's fatal flaw is loyalty, dazai's is pride, ryūnosuke's is holding grudges, atushi's is holding too tight onto the past, gin's is also loyalty, yosano's is guilt

tachihara is a child of hermes. parallels between two regretful traitors el oh el

except that luke fucking sucks while tachihara has my heart

OKAY NOW OPEN YOUR EARS. STORMBRINGER ENJOYERS RISE. RIMLAINE AS SILENA AND CLARISSE..... CAN YOU SEE WHAT IS SEE........

lucy is deffff a child of aphrodite but she's so lovely she doesn't even need to use charmspeak to get what she wants. whatever you say beloved princess

idk why but i can picture her throwing an hairbrush at an ancient titant like rachel... her and rachel are acc pretty similiar imo but i will not elaborate

poe is an athena kid! the biggest loser in cabin 6!

lucy and yosano tease him on his crush on ranpo

ranpo is there like damn. is this guy gonna confess or do i have to tell him we are going to date via prophecy

poe is a surprisingly good archer, the apollo kids are almost jealous

nikolai is an hecate kid. a little trickster. a silly magician. he will steal your nose but like in the literal sense and he might not give it back

his best friend is sigma from the aphrodite cabin. sigma cannot fucking stand him

nikolai is actually the reason why sigma has split colored hair. it used to be fully white but one day nikolai went heyyy girlie look at this new hair trick my sibiling taught me :] and sigma ended up actually loving the look? so they kept it

the dryads love sigma and he spends a lot of time with them. they braid flowers in each other's hair and chill

nikolai on the other hand somehow befriended the arpies

fyodor is a child of nemesis. edgelord

jouno is a child of hermes, the eldest in the cabin

half of the camp wants him, the other half wants him gone

teruko is a child of hebe, the goddess of youth!!!!

she's ones of the oldest campers along with jouno, but she prefers to keep her child form for unknown reasons

also i can see her joining the hunters tbh

that's it for now folks i hope someone appreciates my brainrot xoxo

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maleyanderecafe · 1 year

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Honey Hotline (Visual Novel)

Created by: chuiipon

Genre: Horror

Phew, I was really happy to see this game come out since I've been following this artist for a while. It's always really fun seeing people create ocs that are in games, especially now that there's this trend of yandere vns (which I appreciate). Anyways, this is an r18 game and it's a good introduction to the story of this game. If you are interested, you can learn more at @ringringringbananafone.

Honey is the default name, so I'll just be calling them as such.

Honey wakes up after a strange dream in the middle of their college class. They find out that they're going to be part of a group project and Amesy asks them to join their group. Their group consists of her, a guy named Fone and Seon. Fone is a quiet guy who has trouble communicating and writes on a notebook, while Seon seems to be a tidy guy. Amesy suggests that Honey and Fone work together on the slideshow and the two head to Honey's house to finish. The two work on the project together, getting closer with one another until Fone has to go home. Honey fiddles with the slides more until they get a strange recording of someone moaning their name and seemingly masturbating to them. This person sends message after message apologizing and stating that they love honey, asking them to not block them. Honey realizes that with this new phone, the only people who could have sent this message are the three classmates that they're working on the project with. With this, they set out to investigate which one it is. The next day, Honey can go to Amesy, Fone or Seon's place.

Going to Fone's place makes Fone very excited. In his house, Fone reveals that he has a cat named Mallow (Marshmallow), which Honey (and I) enjoy very much. Honey can ask Fone about a lot of different topics like hobbies, what his family is like and why he has a hard time speaking. After hanging out, Honey returns hom.

Going to Seon's place, there is a chance to reveal that Seon is really into anime, which makes him really happy and blurt out a thousand facts about anime. Seon even invites Honey to a convention later before walking them home. Otherwise, Seon and Honey will still have a good time, but won't find out that he's really into anime.

Going to Amesy's house, she offers Honey some cookies and the two talk about various things. We find out that Amesy and Fone are actually cousins and that Fone used to be a very cheerful and extroverted child, but isn't sure what happened to make him the way he is now. Thus the reason why Amesy was trying to help Fone and Honey talk to each other. Afterwards, Amesy offers to bring Honey home on her motorcycle.

After all of that, Honey gets another voice recording stating that they enjoyed their time together today and wishes them a good night. Honey deduces it must be someone who they've hung out with today.

For an introduction, it does a good job of showing off all the different characters, and sets up the mystery of who the person stalking Honey is, though if you follow the creator's blog, you'll find out pretty quickly that it's Fone who is the one sending these messages. It's hinted at as well when Honey mentions that the person sounds raspy as if they haven't talked in a while, as well as when talking to Fone there's the chance to talk about the neighbors, and the recent murders happening, which is awfully suspicious and likely related to Fone. Still, there are other mysteries such as what kind of childhood Fone had to have changed from a cheerful child to how he is now. The artwork in this is very nice, though I'm biased because I really love the art style of the characters.

As for yandere behavior from Fone, there is several that goes on. The first one and most obvious is the message sent to Honey on the first and second day. Based on what Honey mentions about the neighbors, likely is also next door to hear what Honey is saying. There's also the aforementioned murders which are likely tied to Fone, and if Honey refuses to work on the project with Amesy in the beginning, the game will sort of reset, forcing them to be in that team. Ominous messages at the beginning and end of the game also play out, as well as some text files that will spawn inside of the folder depending on what options are chosen. I'm not sure how these breaking the fourth wall things will come to play later as a lot of yandere vns are using them these days, but hopefully it will be a unique idea.

Overall, for a demo, I thought it was an interesting premise. Even though I believe we already know who is the one sending these messages to Honey, I am curious about other aspects of the game. If you enjoy these types of games, please feel free to try it out.

#honey hotline #male yandere #yandere #yandere boy #recommendations #visual novel #ongoing

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studentinpursuitofclouds · 1 month

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Im curious to know how would Lance would react to and say about the risgeside villagers like Freddie and Lola, Jio and Daia and the other magical characters! <3

Sure thing :3

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When Lance spots Lola and Freddie walking peacefully through the Ridgeside Village main square, he will greet them politely and bow to them as a sign of respect for elders. The two old couple will stop and chat a bit with the young adventurer, not missing the opportunity to reminisce about their youth and offer a couple pieces of advice. All three are smiling and the atmosphere is relaxed. At least because Lance is smart enough not to ask too many questions. He knows perfectly well who is in front of him. And while Lance knows that these old couple are retired adventurer-assassins who wish no harm to anyone, they could kill him in a heartbeat with the flick of a finger. He admires this and is a little tense about it. But everyone parted on a good note, as Lance is a well-mannered young man, and Lola and Freddie always welcome kind youth.

Lance swears that if Isaac and Jio were placed side by side, the adventurer would have the audacity to say they were twins. Not in appearance, but in their murderous stare, resting bitch face, anti-social behavior, and even their posture. Only the pink-haired man wanted to ask the living elf (a living elf!) a few questions, as immediately got in his face the phrases "You don't belong here" and "Why are you still here?". Yoba almighty... The elf's temper is worse than Isaac's. It's like Lance is talking to an obnoxious child... The fact that Lance is a mage and adventurer added fuel to the fire, because Jio doesn't want the bigwigs at the Ministry to find out about the cult. Lance decides to back off to avoid a fight. There's no point in spilling blood.

Before Lance could step back, he heard a slightly squeaky "Kiwi stab you! Intruder!" and turned around to see... junimo coming toward him. Hmm, a strange junimo that didn't emanate forest magic... Jio managed to teleport between Kiwi and Lance. "Jio must not stop Kiwi from stabbing the impostor!" Kiwi is junimo's name, huh? Interesting. But that was something to think about another time. So Lance decided to left Ridge immediately, while Kiwi is trying her best to prove to Jio that they "should chase down the pink man and stab him with knifes!"

And just when the adventurer thought the rest of his day would go smoothly, Daia appeared out of nowhere, showering the slightly tired Lance with more compliments and ambiguous hints. On another day he might have played along, or even counterattacked the insistent lady with flirting, but he's already a little tired. Especially since he senses the same aura as he did from the elf with junimo, and her clothes immediately tell him that this is another cult member. Daia has already had enough of playing with Lance and before she teleported away, without removing her smile, she threatened him that if any of her members were injured, she would destroy him. Lance assured her that he didn't want to hurt anyone, so the two parted on a more or less good note. Although, after her hints, Lance had a feeling- Well, he doesn't have to think about it, because he's well-mannered.

Belinda and Raeriyala couldn't help but notice magical aura emanating from the newcomer, and they remembered Farmer's words that this pink haired man could be trusted. Rae wanted to remain secretive, but Belinda was too curious, and was not afraid of Lance at all: she could stand up for herself, plus her loyal followers were always on guard. The spirit appeared before Lance too abruptly, forcing the adventurer to grasp the hilt of his sword. Just as Belinda was about to scare him some more, her beloved Raeriyala scolded Bel for her rudeness and apologized to Lance. They can see that he has a kind aura, and if he makes a promise to remain silent about them, they can answer a couple of his questions.

#ridgeside village #rsv #stardew valley expanded #sve #rsv lola #rsv freddie #rsv daia #rsv jio #rsv kiwi #sve lance #thanks for the ask!#rsv belinda #rsv raeriyala #just another Tuesday for Lance 😅

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knowbodytoldmethat · 2 years

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Child of The Dreaming pt. 2

Part 1: Child of The Dreaming

Request from @fangirlmary: "Reader is a child who died in their sleep so Morpheus decides to adopt them as his child rather than have them just be a dream or nightmare. (Can be a one-shot or headcanon list)."

Trigger warning: Mentioned death

Platonic Paring: Morpheus x child!reader (Father-child relationship)

I changed basically everything about this after seeing the bonus episode

Sorry to everyone who wanted to be on a tag list for this update. I haven't figured out how to do that yet.

Morpheus stood in front of the youngest of the Nine Muses as she stared out the window,

"You came," The disbelief and relief were evident in her voice when she turned to face him as he stepped out of the shadows,

"You called,"

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"There you are!" Lucienne let out a sigh of relief when she found the child hiding among the stacks of books in the library, "I've been looking for you everywhere! You almost gave me a heart attack, Little One!" The child kept quiet and just pressed themselves further into the shelf they'd wedged themselves into.

Lucienne sighed. She knew the child was missing their father. Lord Morpheus may deny that he was and continually insist he just watched over them, but Lucienne knew better. He saw them as his own child like they saw him as their father.

The librarian sat outside the small barrier that had been made to separate them from the rest of The Dreaming and looked at the child,

"I know you miss him. I can promise you, he misses you just as much," They curled up tighter and pressed their head to their knees before asking a muffled question,

"Then why'd he go?" Lucienne sighed again.

The child was young, would forever be young, and hadn't fully grasped the duties that were placed upon their father's shoulders. And they had no inkling about his past. They'd felt their father's love since the first day they'd arrived in The Dreaming and Lord Morpheus had done everything he could to shield them from the darkness that rested in every corner of the universe. His past was no different,

"He was called by, an old friend of his, who is in desperate need of his help," She said, "He is the only one who can help," The child sniffed before nodding then slowly crawled out of their fortress and grabbed Lucienne's offered hand,

"Alright then," The librarian said while smoothing out (y/n)'s clothes, "We've got to get going. Cain and Abel are expecting us,"

"What about Goldie?" She smiled down at the child,

"Yes, Goldie is expecting us too,"

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"You've changed, Oneiros," Calliope said as they walked away from the house she'd been held captive in for the last few years, "The one I was married to would've left Madoc to suffer through his punishment despite my wishes," The Muse glanced over at Dream.

Her former husband was silent for a long time before answering her unasked question,

"Many things were different when I returned from my capture. One of them has taken a large part of my time alongside my other duties, and it was something I never thought I'd experience again," Oneiros paused slightly which prompted Calliope to ask,

"And what would that be?"

Oneiros stopped walking, forcing the muse to pause her gait and turn to him. He was visibly hesitant to answer but eventually said,

"A child died while in my realm. Murdered by their own father. I've been watching over them since," Calliope was silent as she processed the information, which Dream saw as her being angry, thinking that he was replacing their son with the Little One, "I will not apologize for taking care of them-" "I would not expect you too, Oneiros," Calliope said,

"If anything, I would expect nothing less from you. You were a wonderful father to Orpheus, and you are no doubt a wonderful father to this child," She said, "Though you try to hide it for fear of being seen as weak, you have much love to give. You gave it to me all those years ago, and you gave it to our son. A child who wandered into your real would have been no different," Morpheus was still silent when they began walking again.

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In the House of Secrets, Cain, Abel, and Lucienne were sitting around the table while Goldie, who had grown to be about the same size as the child, was curled around the Little One as the two dozed in front of the fireplace. There was a gentle knock on the door that cut off the quiet conversation and Abel jumped up to answer it,

"Lord Morpheus!" He exclaimed, getting shushed by his brother and Lucienne while stepping back to allow the King of Dreams into his house, "Sorry! Sorry!"

"They've fallen asleep, my lord," Lucienne said while pointing toward the fireplace. Dream felt a smile creep across his face at the site and decided that it wouldn't hurt to let his Little Star sleep a while longer and sat at the table while the three caught him up with all that he missed.

In the middle of the conversation, Morpheus felt a gentle tugging on his cloak and looked down. His Little Star was awake, though still on the brink of sleep, and was trying to climb up into his lap. Dream carefully picked them up and let them curl into his chest.

Their fist gripped the edge of his coat as they fell back asleep and Morpheus kissed the top of their head while cradling them to his chest.

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Calliope's first visit to The Dreaming was in a few weeks, and while Morpheus was glad that the two of them were going to attempt to heal and grieve what they lost, he was also nervous. Lucienne had told him it would be best if he told the Little One why he and his former wife were meeting.

Which was why he was currently sitting in the meadow with his Little Star, watching them twist flowers into a small wreath. They were determined to make one that would fit Matthew,

"Did you eat a lemon?" Morpheus glanced sharply at the child who was staring up at him, "Your face is squished and it looks like you ate a lemon," They drew their face into a pinched expression and pursed their lips, no doubt mimicking the expression on Morpheus' face,

"No. I did not eat any lemons,"

"Then why is your face like that?" The King of Dreams sighed,

"I'm thinking,"

"'bout what?" They asked while leaning toward him,

"Do you remember when I had to leave The Dreaming?" A frown landed on their face,

"Are you leaving again?"

"No. But the person I had left to help is coming here," They looked up at him, "Her name is Calliope, she and I were close a long time ago. There are some things the two of us need to talk about,"

"Like what?"

Morpheus thickly swallowed, "We had a son. And we lost him,"

The Little One paused their diligent work on the wreath and quietly asked,

"Like how I lost my mom?" Morpheus nodded,

"Yes, Little Star. Like your mother," He sighed while pulling them into his lap, "Calliope and I felt anger toward our loss, and we turned that anger on each other. But when I left The Dreaming, we spoke. Our anger has been put aside, and we've agreed to have a chance to grieve properly for the son we lost," He felt the child nod while they hugged his arm,

"You're not mad anymore?"

"There is still anger that will always be there," The child tensed so he quickly continued, "But we are determined to not let that cloud our judgment anymore. That is why Calliope will be in The Dreaming, so that we may grieve Orpheus without that anger," Morpheus waited with baited breath.

His Little Star wriggled so that they were looking up at Morpheus before wrapping their arms around his torso and burying their face into his chest. He hugged them back and held onto them tightly before they pulled away and clumsily patted Morpheus' cheek before settling back against him.

The father and child sat quietly in the meadow, watching the butterflies wander by in the breeze.

#the sandman #the sandman x reader #morpheus x reader #dream of the endless x reader #dream of the endless #lucienne #matthew the raven #sandman netflix #calliope sandman

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wario-speedwagon · 3 months

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Dave and Old Sport Adopt a Kid: Chapter 14

Happy Valentine's Day! I've got an extra long chapter for you this time, and it's a bit of a doozy, so I hope you enjoy! Full chapter under the cut :)

Chapter 1 Chapter 13 All Chapters Index

Chapter 14

Jack. was. miserable.

Frankly, all he wanted to do once he got home was go straight to bed so he could at least meltdown over everything in private. But no; Dave was almost certainly gonna expect an explanation the moment they sat down, and Jack was running out of ways to get out of it.

Does he just rip the whole band-aid off tonight? ‘Hey Dave, that was my sister Dee, you know, the one you and Henry killed? Yeah, she’s not thrilled that I’ve started working with the man that helped kill her.’

…

Jack was tired enough that just saying those exact words was maybe even tempting actually. Whether or not it would cause a shitshow, at least it’d be easier than enduring more of Dave “subtly” egging him on to share more about his past. If he really wanted to know that badly, he could just have it then.

But that wasn’t what Jack really wanted at all. He cared enough about his relationship with Dave to not want to jeopardize it so thoughtlessly. If only Dave could just somehow take the hint that he kept things to himself for a reason. Not to mention the secrets he kept were usually things he himself wished to leave behind.

Y’know, like his dead family.

And as much as he hated to admit it, maybe Dave was onto something with his recent stunt. Why not build a new family on the ashes of his old one? Maybe it wouldn’t be half-bad after all. It could even be fun, once he eventually got over the salt of how Dave sprung this all on him without listening—

*sigh*

…Except his “dead family” was still there to haunt him. And that complicated all of this for him.

Still… Maybe there was a thin thread of hope… It was foolish to think it would ever fix the bridges he burnt, but still…

With Pruny now here with them, maybe leaving the child murder behind would be on the table. It had its fun, sure, but Jack was far from attached to it, and the actual killing parts of it were, uh… more to Dave’s taste than his own, if he had to admit it.

Jack didn't at all regret befriending Dave, not one bit. At the same time, he decided he didn't always care for all the lives he helped take either. Or more specifically, for being the William to Dave's Henry. He saw the parallels, and it left a nasty taste in his mouth whenever he noticed them.

But worst of all, the blood on his hands permanently ruined his relationship with his family. It ruined it first with Peter when Peter believed the reports that he killed Dee, and then it ruined it with Dee when Jack decided to be the very child murderer he'd been framed to be.

He didn’t know why he ever thought she wouldn’t eventually notice.

*hic*

Oh… Pruny was starting to cry behind him again.

Now a different flavor of guilt took over. It’d always been one of the worst sounds to Jack, knowing that he couldn't comfort it to silence. And not simply because of the car he was busy driving either; despite how easily children could just show all their feelings, Jack never knew what to do about most of them. No matter how much faith Peter had in him back then to reassure him that he would do just fine. No matter how much he thought he could trust Jack to do it on his own now.

But that must have just been wishful thinking on Peter’s part to feel better about moving out in the end, because after that day, that faith had been well and thoroughly dashed.

…And it turned out that trying to reach out to Peter to apologize and explain after everything that happened was a mistake too…

Well, that guy was dead now anyway, so it doesn’t matter anymore, right?

No no, Jack wasn’t going down this train of thought again.

But man…even Dave, who was now currently offering generic words of comfort to a silenced Pruny, was somehow much more natural at this than Jack could ever manage in his six years with Dee. Yeah, maybe it was better to leave Pruny to Dave tonight.

The drive home was approaching its end now; except where he would usually start to feel relief and unwinding after another hard day, Jack felt none tonight.

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The three had just finished anticlimactically climbing out of the car and entering their home. Only minimal words were exchanged in the process.

And now they were milling about in the living room, evidently waiting for someone to be decisive enough to break the ice.

Well Jack had one idea to change this awful mood a bit.

“C’mon, let’s go take care of that scratch. Lucky for you I always have plenty of ointment. Go wet a towel and clean your face, I’ll be right back.”

Jack had already disappeared before he could see Dave’s slight confusion at this turn of events. Must not have been anything Henry ever bothered with for him.

Being a zombie cursed with immortality had its strange quirks. Sure, his body always repaired itself from injuries back to a functional state, though Jack learned the hard way that if he didn’t properly care for said injuries, they rarely healed, er, right.

And just as he promised Jack returned to the living room, antibiotic cream in one hand, as well as a clean rag in the other—he decided didn’t trust the Freddy’s-provided bandage Scott gave Dave to be sufficiently sanitary. (Heck, with Freddy’s incredibly lax sanitation policies, if they really wanted to take down Dave Miller, they didn’t need any sort of Springlock trap or sting operation, but simply an honest attempt at first aid. How ironic.)

Dave was currently dabbing his face with the wet towel he obediently got for himself, and Pruny was sitting next to him, observing with interest as she usually did. (Thankfully her eyes seemed dry again.)

“Why don’t you take that filthy dish rag off your face so we can clean it up right.”

“Nah, you don’t have to—”

Jack took his seat next to Dave on the couch, close enough to get a good look at his face, and Dave immediately tensed away for space. Jack took it upon himself to remove the old bandage himself since Dave didn’t seem so inclined.

The rag covering half his face was removed to uncover a flustered expression with almost-red cheeks. Dave’s whole demeanor was uncharacteristically timid and touchy right now, but it was probably easier if Jack ignored that for now.

“Chill out, a little ointment sting never hurt nobody,” said Jack matter-of-factly as he was already mindlessly portioning and spreading the appropriate amount onto his fingers ready for application.

As Jack’s hand approached his cut cheek, Dave instinctively pulled away with a quiet, nervous laughter and an ever redder face.

“C’mon, man, what’s your issue?”

“...N-Nothin’! Just… heh… gonna be cold, isn’t it?”

Jack blankly stared at the obvious cowardly excuse—‘cold’?—and Dave’s failed show of composure collapsed even further the longer it went on.

“...Do it yourself then if you rather—”

“Oh, nonono!” he unexpectedly insisted. “You can still— Eheh…” Dave trailed off quickly and intensely avoided eye contact again. His face was now beet red and clearly fighting off an involuntary smile of some sort, and it looked goofy as hell.

“—AGH-gh-hgh—!” Jack had impatiently smeared a glob onto one of Dave’s cuts.

“There, that wasn’t so bad, was it?”

“—A little more warning next time!” yelled Dave grimacing, hand instinctively cradling his now-stinging cheek.

“Now rub that stuff in more. The more it stings, the more you’re doing it right.”

Dave did as told, wincing accordingly. When he stopped rubbing his face, Jack turned to face him again and readied another glob for application, which turned Dave’s face red again.

Pruny was silently grinning watching all of this go down with completely undivided attention. Jack couldn’t blame her, Dave’s faces were definitely providing some free entertainment.

“Goin’ under your eye now.”

After a moment of blank hesitation, Dave nodded, tightly closing his eyes to brace himself.

“Don’t scrunch your cheeks up so much like that, just relax them.”

But Dave’s face seemed to do the opposite of relaxing the closer Jack’s fingers approached for another smear. Wow, Jack wasn’t expecting him to act so shy about this. It was definitely frustrating to work with, but it was amusing enough that he didn’t mind.

His fingers finally made contact with the bags of Dave’s eye, and to his credit, Dave didn’t back away this time, but bravely took it, humming whimpers of discomfort to himself as Jack lightly rubbed the stuff until it eventually absorbed.

As Dave was getting used to the sensation of his face being touched, Jack then repeated the process above his eye. Jack glanced at his side to see Pruny still utterly transfixed, watching Jack's hand like a dog watching the tennis ball waiting for you to throw it. Jack was pretty sure she probably hadn't blinked in a good while, so he playfully dabbed a small fleck of ointment on her nose with a grin on his face, winning a mischievous laugh out of Pruny that Jack reciprocated with a chuckle. Dave had opened his eyes too late from his prolonged wincing to catch why they were suddenly giggling.

She clearly wanted to participate too, so Jack let her dab a tiny bit onto Dave's cheek. Of course, when he saw Pruny was taking a turn, Dave had to lower his neck down a lot so she could reach.

Jack then returned his focus to making the finishing touches on the remaining skin cuts on Dave’s face.

“...There, that should do it.”

“Th-Thanks…”

“Don’t mention it. Now how’s the eye itself?” Dave had not opened it once since removing the bandage, which worried him.

“Not… great if I’m honest. Might need to rock that pirate style for a while after all, methinks.”

“Are you sure you don’t want to try to see a doctor?”

“I’ll be arrrright!” said Dave as he all too readily whipped out a classic black eye-patch that he must have stolen from Foxy on their way out.

Jack just stared in disbelief. Pruny giggled next to him.

“...If you start talking like a pirate, I might just have to punch you for it.”

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They were all gathered at table, clinking their spoons away at their mac and cheese bowls. The two had hotly debated earlier whether mac and cheese was a spoon food or a fork food, but that debate was easily settled once they found that only the spoons were clean in the drawer anyway. Dave was glad to have at least one victory ove Jack today, no matter how much Jack insisted he didn’t “win” anything.

It was still depressing to Jack how quickly his food stash depleted when now feeding three times the mouths. Pruny was eating slowly at her own comfortable pace, contrasting with how Dave leaned in to ravenously scarf down his bowl up to his face. Jack swore he was going to get that white towel wrapped over his eye stained with cheese sauce.

Jack had made him keep the clean towel over his eye for now until they washed the dumb pirate patch of its Freddy's...essence. There was only so much hygiene one could keep up with when you worked at Freddy's, and even less so when you were a rotting zombie, but still: when it came to stuff like that, Peter had drilled every caution into him, and it still stuck with him. (Man, if Peter could see how Jack lived now…)

Dave triumphantly set down his bowl and spoon with a satisfied sigh.

“Ahh, that was good.”

“You barely gave yourself time to taste it, or else you’d realize it’s sadly just Kraft mac and cheese.”

“My friend, I don't need to ‘taste’ it to know it's good eatin’.”

“I… That's an interesting view on food.”

“So…” As Dave's voice calmed to a more serious tone, Jack was way ahead of him and wasn’t having it. “About—”

“Not now. Two of us are still taking our time to actually enjoy and taste our food.”

“...Alright,” he relented civilly.

There was that tension from the car again. Jack suddenly had less appetite when he knew what awaited the end of the meal, but he continued anyway as if unbothered. Still, Dave didn't have to wait so expectantly at the table like this. Oh how Jack envied Pruny right now who was just eating peacefully and obliviously.

…Though now that Jack gave more than a peripheral glance at her, he noticed she wasn't her usual self either. She still had a good amount of her bowl left, and more of her spoon motions were spent toying with the noodles than eating them.

Dave noticed Jack's attention toward Pruny and also seemed to independently catch on to the same concern.

“C’mon, eat, Prune. It’s getting cold.”

She didn’t take notice until Dave lightly nudged her bowl which brought her out of whatever headspace she’d been in as she rushed a bit too much to show them that she was indeed eating.

The table remained at awkward clinking silence, this time minus the ravenous sounds from Dave’s side of the table like before, but eventually everyone finished their bowls. Pruny took the liberty of excusing herself immediately after finishing (and she finished it quickly as if she was being graded on it), so she headed for the spare room for some paper and pens from the desk drawer before taking them out to the living room. (Wait, since when did she find where Jack kept that stuff…?)

Jack, meanwhile, had risen to collect the bowls and silverware and brought them to the sink which he then turned on to fill said bowls with water. He didn’t feel like washing them right away, but he learned from experience that letting mac and cheese dry made it more of a time-consuming bitch to clean later—actually, on second thought, maybe he did feel like doing all of the dishes right now, so he rolled up his sleeves and grabbed the dish soap.

Good. Dave also finally got up to find his own way to keep himself busy too, it would seem.

…Oh, he was coming over to help with the dishes, wasn’t he? He walked toward Jack and the sink, also rolling up his sleeves.

Well here we go.

But to Dave’s credit, and to Jack’s bewilderment, he immediately set to the task without a word, and he was surprisingly efficient at it too. Evidently he knew what he was doing, and Jack didn’t know if it was condescending of him to be impressed considering Dave’s penchant for chaos. Then again, he used to live with Henry, which was always a plausible explanation for any number of mysteries and surprises Jack found in Dave over time.

It wasn’t until a full stack of cups had been rinsed to dry that Dave began.

“Jack Kennedy, huh?”

“Yeah, that’s… my name, don’t wear it out. Actually, on second thought maybe you should wear it out more compared to what you usually call me.”

“No, it’s just—in the car ride, I did a lot of thinking, of where I would have heard the name before. Why it’s familiar.”

“I mean, there is that copycat U.S. president you’re probably thinking of—”

“No, not that, I’m serious!”

Jack dropped the attempt at facetiousness because Dave wasn’t having it. Neither of them were really cleaning any dishes at this point.

“Alright, no more dancin’ around it. I know where I remember your names from. And from that I can connect some pretty ugly dots about what’s goin’ on.

But I wanna hear it all from you.”

“You’re really not messing around for once. Where should I even start?”

“Well, let’s start with names. So you’re a Kennedy, eh?

I’m well aware of who the Kennedies are. Specifically Dee Kennedy, the little redhead girl who got abducted at Fredbear’s in…” Dave counted mentally, “1973. She’d be your sister, yeah?”

For how stupid he acts, Dave was actually scarily perceptive.

“That means you know my real name too. Because the Kennedies and Fredbear’s go way back, don’t we? You’ve known of me long before even Henry died.”

Dave then fell silent, as if expecting Jack to take it from there, so he did.

“You’re William Afton. One of the two men who murdered my sister in cold blood.”

Jack was surprised by the old anger that surfaced as he admitted that. He thought he let that go. Strangely, Dave seemed almost glad about it.

“So I was right. It’s good to see you do still remember that second part too.”

“What do you mean?”

“Sportsy, it’s so damn bizarre to me—how you’d so easily and happily start snagging kids with me of all people, and after what I did to your sister? If you two are really family, then that just doesn’t make sense to me, because you knew damn well who I was from the beginning, so—”

“What doesn’t make sense to me is why you suddenly care about me and my family’s affairs. You certainly didn’t back then.”

“But Old Sport, you’re practically family to me now, so now it’s different—”

“And they were my family just the same.”

That made Dave stop to reconsider some things.

“You really just don’t even think about any of the lives you’ve taken, do you?”

“I-I suppose not? Not most of ‘em, anyway, never really felt a need to.”

Jack held a thoughtful silence. And then he decided to get into it.

“Well think about this then. Dee was our younger sister. Good fifteen-to-twenty years younger than Peter and me, and it was up us to raise her, having dead parents and all.

So you can stop pestering me about why I know so much about raising kids.”

Dave cast a brief look of embarrassment to the side with a half-hearted chuckle.

Jack then sighed before continuing.

“Then 1973 rolls around, Peter’s moved out with his wife and kid, so it’s just me and Dee celebrating her sixth birthday at Fredbear’s, why not? And then of course you know what happened that day.”

Now Jack took his turn to wait for Dave to answer from there. But the response he got instead was strange.

“How did that… make you feel?”

“...Huh?”

Jack looked quizzically at Dave who evidently still meant that question sincerely.

“It was the worst I’d ever felt in my life.”

“I-I see…”

Dave resumed the handwashing that their conversation had suspended, so Jack did the same. They both needed a good moment to think.

But then Dave abruptly set his plate down and turned to Jack.

“No wonder she was so pissed at you! How could you just forget her like that!?”

“Are you aware of the hypocrisy of you telling me that?”

“Still not half as hypocritical as you buddying up with me in front of her!”

“Yeah, well I didn't exactly want her to find out about all that…Why do you think I was so keen to keep her box wound up?” Not that Dee wasn't well aware of what Jack had done at that point anyway, but...

“... …Sportsy, do you ever want to make up with your sister?”

“...Hmm...

…Well what I want and what I plan to do are very different things, and the latter is ‘no, never.’”

“Why not?”

“Well that should be obvious after today; it’s not up to me.”

“Well, what about what you want then?”

“What I want…I don’t really know. I try not to think too hard about what I ‘want’ out of life these, just depresses the hell outta me. I try keep my ‘wanting’ to simple things I'm actually allowed to have, like a cigarette, or a nap or… or a friend to fight off the loneliness.”

“...I think you should at least try to—”

“That’s not what she wants, so it doesn’t matter what I want.

…Besides, since when do you care about her? You wanted her gone just hours ago.”

“Well, if she’s important to you—”

“That's all that matters to you then? What about all the other lives you took? Would you still have taken my sister’s life if you had known me before then?

If we’d still never met, you never would have spent a second thought about Dee’s death or even mine.”

“I—…” Dave did regularly think about his third red-haired victim, actually…

Wait, ‘his’ death—?

“Or Pruny? You would have taken her without a second though if she wasn’t aubergine.”

“But she’s a different—!”

“She’s a child just like all the rest, Dave, no more, no less. In fact, she reminds me a hecking lot of Dee sometimes.”

That last sentence in particular was deeply unsettling to Dave. Empathizing wasn’t something that came naturally to Dave, so when Jack put it like that for him…

Not that Jack was faring any better himself. Not even Dave could accept his hypocrisy either—

“...”

Their words were starting to settle in the silent aftermath like dust. It… would seem the conversation was over now…

Jack had not-very-subtly turned to resume washing the last of the dishes. And a few seconds later, Dave also dismissed himself to the living room.

But Dave hadn’t made it as far as the dining table before the two instinctively turned their heads toward the direction of the front door as the doorbell chimed throughout the house.

“...Who the fuck would be…?”

Jack quickly dumped the plate back into the dishwater and wiped his wet hands on his shirt as he went to answer the door. And after a beat of considering it, Dave decided he should follow too.

The two walked past Pruny who was thankfully already fast asleep on her couch, drawing stuff left on the floor beside her. Dave stopped behind to pull her bunched up blanket over her.

Meanwhile Jack opened the door to reveal a sopping wet Phone Guy standing right before him.

(Chapter 15)->

#wow this chapter was probably the most challenging to write! But I think my efforts finally paid off!#dsaf #dayshift at freddy's #dayshift at freddys #jack kennedy #dave miller #dsaf jack #jack dsaf #dsaf dave #dave dsaf #dsaf fanfic

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zuffer-weird-girl · 1 year

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I just read your work as Eri's caretaker reader and it totally blew my mind. PLEASE I need another part. I don't know, maybe let the reader convince/threat Kai to let her take care of the little princess again. Or make Eri so obnoxious that they have to let her meet the readers. You must have better ideas than mine. My broken heart is counting on you! kisses

I usually don't make these but since this fic is a old one I thought I could give it a shot-

Angsty, you all were warned.

You woke up with a gasp that you swore it felt refreshing to your own lungs.

Your body reacted before you could as you sat up with a hand already on your heaving chest as you almost panted... a bitter yet light pain could be felt on your neck, and as you went to touch it you hissed at the sting of it... it was like someone had...

Oh. Oh someone did do that.

"How could he-?" You whispered in both shock and fear that your own partner had the courage to simply pierce your neck with a syringe to make you sleep. All this just because of that poor little girl who just wanted decent company, a friend, hell, anyone who gives her a feeling of safety... anything.

You were starting to remember what exactly happened until you flinched when a door opened... only to reveal the man itself that you were thinking of.

"I see you're awake." He muttered monotonously as you stared at him, not sure exactly what to say after what he did to you. "I believe that things will get back to normal."

"Normal? Taking a girl's blood to make fucking bullets is normal?" You mumbled as you gulped the thick air stuck on your throat when those gold eyes stared right back at you... almost like inside your soul even.

"My dear angel." He muttered lowly while approaching you on the bed to grab your chin to tilt it up to look at him "Is a sacrifice, for a better world. No one should be living on a society where everyone is sick and worship figures that doesn't exist... they carry the hero syndrome.. and I must put a end on this."

"Is a child-"

"Listen," you felt his grip tighten "all I want, is to make this filthy world into a better place.. for me, for the boss... for you..." he growled the last words as you shivered "I want a world where no such sick filthy gets even a foot near you... I understand if you do not understand for now, is alright.. the old man didn't understood at first either."

You widened your eyes... pops...

"I can put you to rest my darling..." his gloves slowly started to dissappear thanks to his quirk "So I can wake you up when my plan is finished... but I didn't wanted to make this since I absolutely adore you... but if you dont wish to see me doing my dirty work I can spare you of this... do you want that?" His voice was so low as he stared deep at your eyes and suddenly all the pieces had fit together... why the hell the original boss of the hassaikai had entered on a coma out of the sudden.

"N-no... I... I will stay by your side." You stuttered as he hummed in approval before lowering his mask down to place a bittersweet kiss on your forehead.

"Good girl..." this usually brought you shivers out of happiness and pleasure... but not this time.

No, this time was out of fear of this man you didn't know neither wanted to get close with.

"I do know of your disdain for such actions of mine my angel, but sometimes you need to take drastic measures..." he spoke lowly on the top of your head as you shakily nodded.

Fuck... this wasn't the man you were dating... whoever the fuck was he, you didn't knew him.

Suddenly the door busted open alarming you as Kai merely lifted his gaze, already with the murderous aura around him as the poor precept stuttered in fear of seeing he interrupted his boss on his... alone time.

"I-I apologize master b-but the girl-" while the precept explained your eyes shined in hope.

Did eri escaped?! Was she safe now?!

In a blink of an eye you shrieked when Chisaki merely overhauled the poor man, making sure that his blood wouldn't come near you.

"I will go after her." He looked over his shoulder at you "she usually wouldn't dare to do that... I will tell you about it later."

"P-please do."

"... my love, please don't get attached to her. She killed her own father with her disease. She is dangerous, she kills those near her... I want her very far away from you." He spoke Ina threatening tone before leaving and ordering someone to clean the mess up as you felt tears escape your eyes as you brought your hands together and prayed to whoever was listening that Eri escaped and wouldn't be dragged back to the hell she was put into...

She didn't... she did managed to escape many times, but was always brought back to the base as your boyfriend complained about the incompetence of his subordinates and how stubborn was this girl... it had been months already on this play of cat and mouse...

You walked inside the halls one day only to gasp at seeing your "boyfriend" and Chrono walking... the white haired girl on the arms of Kai's childhood friend... another failed attempt of her trying to escape probably.

You couldn't contain your instincts, gasping the girl's name in worry as she looked up at you... her hair had gotten longer...

She almost sobbed your name... you didn't saw the utter horror and disgust on Chisaki's face as she manage to get out of Chronostasis grip and met you on a crushing hug.

"Eri..." he growled... he sounded almost like a raged animal at the sign of the girl hugging you and you hugging her back with so much... emotion.

But to his despair, the girl didn't listen... she only hugged you harder.

"Your hair got longer... you look so pretty..." You whimpered as the tears felt on the top of her hair as she sobbed in your arms.

"I missed you (y/n).." She sniffled and before you could say something you tensed up at Chisaki standing up near you two with an almost psycothic look.

"Let go of my partner Eri..." he growled and the girl widened her eyes, aplenty only noticing what she had done only now as she got out of your embrace and before he could do something you stood up immediately, hands near his chest but not touching it.

"Kai please.." You begged as his murderous look went towards you "She is a kid, doesn't how to control her quirk and is fine! Okay? I'm fine see!"

"That doesn't matter right now. It was just a coincidence." He growled before looking towards her "She escaped once again... apparently a rebellious age. And she has been in the streets and has the courage of touching you like-"

"I-I swear I won't escape anymore!" She yelped and all of you immediately got silent.. shocked that the girl had actually raised her voice at Chisaki "I promise! I will do whatever you want me to! B-But at least... can I please have (Y/n) back as caretaker?" She whimpered and Chisaki looked even more disgusted and before he could speak she kneeled on the ground and bowed... the sign heartbreaking...

"I.. I swear I won't touch her... I swear I won't escape anymore... but.. p-please?" She sobbed on the ground as you wanted to kill Chisaki...

How dare him make a child do that?

Minutes passed by and the only sounds of the hall was Eri's whimpers and sobs... you looked at him, begging with your eyes to accept the girl offer as he furrowed his eyebrows even more before sighing... his monotonous expression back on.

"Two hours. You got two hours with my partner each day if that means you won't try to leave this place and not make a fuss." He spoke lowly as the girl gasped and looked up.

You blinked your tears away at his words... two hours weren't enough... yet Eri had one of the most hopefully expressions you had ever saw on her face...

"Is that cleat?" He growled and the girl nodded while trembling, a small and quivering thank you leaving her lips as Chrono ushered her to her room leaving you both alone on the hallway as Kai rubbed his temples as you breathed in a sigh.

"You meant it?" You turned to him as he glared at the ground.

"... if she ever, ever, bring you any harm... I won't hold back." He growled as you gulped and nodded .... to get on his good side you forced yourself to go to him and awkwardly hug him close...

"Thank you..." You sighed shakingly as his gloved hand hesitantly placed itself on the back of your head.

"Don't get attached to her." He ordered as you nodded...

It was too late to follow his commands..

Eri couldn't smile anymore... it wasn't that she didn't want it too or not feel safe around you.

Is that she couldn't.

You brushed her hair as she stood tense and silent before you widened your eyes at the mention of your name being called by her.

"Yes?"

"... I met two heroes." You tensed up... maybe that's why Kai was so pissed off that day.

"R-Really?" You whispered as you went to look at her face "Did they.. were they nice to you?"

"They were.." she whispered back "One had a messy green hair while the other was a blonde one with cape... the green on didn't wanted to let me go... I almost told them about him but... he threatened to kill them... so I went back..." she whispered as tears slowly started to drop from her ruby eyes "I'm sorry... I should have called help for you..."

"No no no." You wiped her tears away, not caring about the rule of her not touching you "You didn't need to call help for me, I'm fine!"

".... but aren't you stuck here too?" She broken whispered as your eyes widened at her words...

Before you could answer both of you flinched at the door being opened... Overhaul standing right there as he stared at you.

"We need to go. We got company."

You were about to question him until you heard a very loud commotion coming from outside, Eri doing her best to not cling onto you near with overhaul standing less than meters away from her.

You didn't know how to felt with what had happened... you saw your boyfriend being brutally beaten up by teenagers and heroes and now be taken away to be on tartarus...

You heaved a relieved sigh as your legs wobbled as you felt on the ground... eri was with a hero.. it was over.

"Ma'am." You felt yourself being lifted up by a hero or officer as you stuttered "Come with us. You got a lot of explaining to do-"

"Wait i-I-"

"Not buts." They said harshly while dragging you along with the other hassaikai members until a shout was heard.

"WAIT NO! NO!" You saw the white haired girl dragging a green hero kid as she was shaking terribly but still managing to walk "SHE IS GOOD! SHE DIDN'T DO ANYTHING PLEASE! DONT TAKE HER WITH THEM!"

All the heroes and hassaikai members were shocked until you gulped and as the hero's grip started to fade away you were standing awkwardly in front of the ki-... Deku. Him staring at you in wonder as Eri almost sobbed about you as you stood near the heroes awkwardly.

... how were you going to get out of this and explain to all of them what you had to Arturo for these last years...?

"Miss." The teenager caught your attention "Eri chan seems to like you a lot..."

You blinked as another black haired hero approached... eraser head, whose was wounded badly...

"Did you took care of her while you were there?" His weak yet rough voice echoed on your head as you started to sob, eyes on the girl that was staring at you with a heart breaking expression.

"I tried to... I'm so sorry..." You fell into your knees on the ground as you sobbed and cried desperately, all of the events now coming all at once and making you break down right on the middle of the street and in front of all of those people...

You felt two small arms hugging your head.. a weak voice echoing one sentence that made you sob harder.

It's over.

#overhaul x reader #chisaki kai x reader #chisaki kai #overhaul #bnha x reader #bnha villains x reader #kai chisaki x reader #bnha villains #zuffer writings

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purplemarshal · 8 months

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dum dum

Chapter tree of my Caseytello fic! I really want to post my next chapter tomorrow for Friday the 13th so, here this one is!

3rd person P.O.V.

Casey reluctantly followed the mutant rat-man back into the dojo, which at this point seemed more like a crime scene and that Casey was going to be interrogated for murder. Leo gave him a weak smile as they passed, leaving Casey both confused and utterly terrified.

Casey stood in the doorway, slightly leaning on the screen.

“Come in Casey.” Splinter instructed and Casey did, sitting in front of him on the matted floor.

“So uh, am I in trouble or somethin’? ‘Cause I will easily apologize but-”

The human was cut off.

“No my child, I certainly do not believe so.”

“Great, well it is getting late and-”

“No. I do think however that you should stay here tonight.”

Casey looked at him in disbelief, sure he had stayed the night before, and it would be no problem with his dad if he did stay but Splinter had never really thought Casey should stay over.

“Um okay, but, why?”

“Because you and Donatello should have a conversation.” Splinter sighed, “you are both going through similar things but are both dumb dumbs.”

That was another thing that the boy would have never expected the older one to say, dumb dumb. A slight red flag went off in his mind.

“Donnie and I talk all the time though.” Casey protested, slightly weary of the situation.

“Casey, I know.”

“I’m sorry what?”

“I know what you are, how you feel.”

“S-sir?”

Splinter chuckled, “Michelangelo and I have talked about it before, therefore I know. You have a crush on Donatello.” He finished matter-of-factly.

Of course Mikey had something to do with it. The sudden slang and meme references made sense. But that didn’t stop the human from turning completely red.

“Splinter-uh, you don’t understand. It’s not like that, it's more like- OW!”

Casey rubbed his head from where Splinter had hit him with his staff, effectively shutting up the stuttering and blushing mess of a teenager.

“Shush, go with the others, I wish to talk to Donatello now.”

Raph laughed his ass off as Casey relayed his interaction with the rat to him.

“He, really said that?” The turtle choked out between his outburst of giggles.

“That’s what I’m saying dude,” the latter didn’t look up from his bowl of cornflakes, out of fear of how red his face might be. “Quit laughing man.”

After Casey had left the dojo he had an awkward run in with a certain purple clad turtle, well awkward for Casey at least, no one could really read what Donnie was thinking. Raph caught Casey and now they were eating shity cereal in the kitchen.

“YOOOO!” Mikey entered, very loudly. “So, sleepover.”

He motioned toward Casey who just frowned deeper at the mutant.

“C’mon man, I told him like,” Mikey paused to take a bite of some cold pizza he found. “Like a week ago now!”

“How is that supposed to make me feel better?”

“I never said it would!” The turtle raised his hands in defense.

The two continued to bicker as Raph just rolled his eyes before yelling to a different room.

“Leo! The girls are fighting!”

He snickered, this was the Raph Casey was more fond of.

Leo walked into the kitchen. “C’mon guys, I can’t even hear space heroes over you.” She said, sounding sad about not being able to hear favorite show.

“You guys know what tonight calls for? Movie night!” Mikey answered his own question before anyone else could even try to answer. “I got dibs!” And like that, The brother in orange was gone, shortly followed by the blue sister exclaiming something about how she was already using it. Raph gave Casey a not-so light punch and followed his siblings to the living room.

Plopping down onto the couch Casey felt like he was being watched. You know that funky feeling from your extra sense that you only acknowledge when someone might be looking at you? Yeah that one where the hair on the back of your neck stands up and everything.

So the mentioned boy hesitantly looked around.

April was with her dad so it couldn’t be her.

Raph, Leo, and Mikey were in front of him, fighting over what to watch.

And the alarm system Donnie added would’ve gone off if there was an intruder. But just as Casey could have thought about excluding the missing turtle and their rat father from who it could be, Splinter walked out of the dojo.

To everyone's surprise however, he was not followed by Donnie. But before anyone could question it the purple turtle came out from a shadowed corner, holding a few containers of popcorn, walking over and sitting on the floor.

Much to their families disappointment.

The disappointment however, took Casey by surprise.

This was the longest chapter yet! And also had the most references to the song it was inspired by. Hopefully I can finish and post the 4th chapter tomorrow for the spookies. Love ya'll bye!

#casey jones #caseytello #donatello #jonatello #named after songs #tmnt 2012 #gay #nonbinary #anti tcest #tmnt leo 2012 #tmnt mikey 2012 #tmnt donnie 2012 #tmnt raph 2012

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sushywritez · 1 year

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Stranger Danger | Older!Eddie M. X Fem!Reader | Intro

PLOT: Eddie is a loving single father and a busy man, he hires you on occasion to watch his child. Sometimes he wish he had the courage to ask you out, but one terrible weekend will prove to him he hasn't got much time. WARNINGS: blood, slight gore, language, suggestiveness, angst, fluff, thriller, slasher, divorce, and adult humor.

Tonight Hawkins Police are baffled by yet another series of brutal murders, claiming that no evidence has been found. All suspects appear to evade local officials leaving Hawkins' residents terrified; citizens have dubbed this mysterious stranger as The Night Walker–

The booming voice on T.V. is interrupted by the sudden blaring of the house phone. You quickly set aside the bowl of snacks and toss aside the blanket. You scoot to edge reaching for the phone. As you snatch it off the reciever, the caller I.D reveals it to be Eddie. He was a father to the sweetest little girl, whom you ended up babysitting for purely by mistake, but you loved it.

"Hello?" So deep in thought you forgot that'd your thumb had pressed the answer button. Oops.

"HI! Hey, Mr. Munson I'm sorry." You quickly apologized. "I dropped the phone." Scrambling to hold the device up to your ear, to be graced with that sweet laughter. Eddie has such a beautiful laugh, a kind souls, and even better heart. Not to mention how well he rook care of his daughter, not only that, Violet was respectful and energetic just like her Dad. How any mother could just drop out of their life is beyond you.

"Silly girl, always dropping stuff." He teases.

You scoff, "I do not always drop stuff."

"Oh, really?" Eddie inquires, a light chuckle escaping him.

"Yeah." You defend, unable to hold back the smile that spreads onto your face and Eddie can tell. "It's only sometimes."

"Okay." He agrees, enjoying your rather playful nature.. "Well, I didn't call you to just chat, Sweetheart. I need a favor–"

"Anything for you, Sir." You eagerly admit, and even before he can finish.

"Great." Eddie sighs in relief. "Now, I know I said you could have weekends off if you needed it, but I have to go out of town this weekend." He explains and you understood how busy his career kept him. Violet would miss him terribly and sometimes she couldn't sleep without him. "So I need you to stay over the weekend, Friday to Sunday, and take care of my little princess."

"Well, of course I wouldn't say no to that." Eddie is relieved and equally eased by your response. "I love Violet, she's a sweetheart." You add, already listing the many activities in your add and that she shall surely enjoy.

"That's great." Eddie sighs relieved. On his end he's engrossed in the activity of staring down at the little toddler playing at his feet. Her chin lifts up and a pair of bright green eyes find his. "She'll be excited." She tilts her head and he can tell that her little mind was working hard to figure out just exactly who was on the phone. Violet was incredibly sweet, but also intelligent in ways Eddie was more than proud of.

By the smile on his face and rosiness on her father's cheeks, there was only one answer. "Is that Miss (L/N), Daddy?" Violet drops her dolls and pulls herself to her feet, curling her tiny fingers in the fabric of his jeans to climb up into his lap. She's already reaching for the phone, Eddie laughing as her hands reach for the phone. "Daddy!" She whines, "Let me talk!"

You join in on the laughter, "I don't mind, Mr. Munson." You only encourage and he gives in mumbling something about spoiling you both then hands over the phone.

"Hi!" Violet squeals into the phone excitedly to which you respond with an eagerness.

"Hey, cutie. You keepin' him outta trouble?" She giggles and crawls off her dad to run off and converse with you. Eddie sighs, but is still smiling. His little girl was always so happy to see you and that should have been enough proof for him to make the leap. However, the last time he let his heart out to a girl, she left, and refused to be a part of the child's life. He should know you better than that but he worries. He needs a sign and maybe it'll come soon enough.

"Vi!" He calls out to her, "It's night-night time!"

Little did this family know there were forces, darker than light at work in his favor. Their life would change forever.

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Sun!

🍩 - Favorite sweet treat? - Lychee jelly, probably

🥞 - What is their comfort breakfast? - bacon n eggs

🌙 - What is Sun's greatest wish? How far are they willing to go for it? - To have a happy, healthy family. Very far, but fucks up so many times that it seems like she doesnt even try

🪤 - What will always lure them into a certain danger? A loved one in danger? A promise of something they are always searching for? - Of COURSE a loved one in danger! She'll fight tooth and nail for her kids and her husband. Maybe not that much for the second one tho. Dont want Kyubey seeing that /silly

👑 - What does Sun want to be remembered as? Why? - A loving goddess who was there for everyone. She's not very good at upholding that legacy, but yeah... She just wants to be loved qwq

🎡 - Are they someone who wants to kiss at the top of the ferris wheel? - LMFAOOOO ON THE FERRIS WHEEL????.... IN THE CIRCUS??....... NOT ANYMORE HUN TOO MANY DEATHS

❄️ - Do people consider them cold? If so, what made them this way? - Outside of her family, whose seen her good side? Yeah. Other than that many people probably see her as rather a brutal murderer or an unfeeling monster or a tired tour guide depending on how long theyve lived in the Circus

💖 - Are they a subtle or showy lover? - Showy because she probably wouldnt give a shit abt what others would think of it, though she'd conform to whatever Sigil would want.

Mix!

👻 - Do they believe in ghosts? What are their "ghostly experiences", if any? - YOU KNOW WHAT YOU WERE DOING SENDING THIS ASK. Absolutely, btw. And also his closest ghostly experience was seeing Bob LOL despite how much he wishes Elida would visit him

🍧 - Do they still have any objects from their childhood? What significance does it have to them? What would their reaction be if they lost it? - Not much. Maybe a toy, or a plush or two. Circus does some shit 2 ya yk... But probably not a lot of significance, and they wouldnt really care past a bit of nostalgic sadness if they lost anything. Already lost quite abit of things and people anyway, right? Growing up as a trans child in a transphobic environment kinda fucks u up too so the main stuff would be dresses and dolls he doesnt even want

🍁 - What is their favorite season? Why? - Mix doesn't have one. All seasons kind of suck for him... If he had to pick, then summer because it's warm and inviting and theres no allergies

🌏 - Will they give up the world for someone they love? Is this decision easy for them? - ABSOLUTELY. and ABSOLUTELY NOT.

🍼 - What are their thoughts on children? - GODDAMNIT SOUP. HOW MANY TIMES DO WE HAVE TO TEACH YOU THIS LESSON OLD MAN /REF /SILLY

🔫 - Do they trust people easily? How easily will they turn their back to someone? Have they been backstabbed before? Will they betray someone if given an ultimatum? - Yes. It would be extremely difficult for them to turn their back to someone. Something something he probably considers Simon shooting Zachariah a betrayal... And he cant count the amount of times Drunkie's done some horrible shit to him. And also... if given the most DEFINITIVE ultimatum ever, then, with extreme difficulty and reluctance, yes.

🌈 - What advice would they give to their younger self? - "Fight back."

💔 - What could their partner do that would absolutely break them? - He's already broken loooollllllllllllllll we all saw drunkie we already know

Pharaoh!

💥 - What emotions do they have trouble dealing with? - Love. And rejection. Half sure he would have spent the next few days screaming incessantly into a pillow if Abayomi said no... and also will spend the next few days screaming incessantly into a pillow because Abayomi said yes.

🌺 - Do they have any allergies? - touching grass. and people /silly (no allergies)

🙊 - What is something Pharaoh will refuse to stay quiet about? - 20 DOLLARS

✂️ - What is the "last straw" for them to cut someone out of their life? How easily do they let go of people? - Handing him an $100 bill for $1.53 purchase /silly... In actuality it would depend on the situations. And likely VERY easily if they were anyone but a very close loved one.

🔪 - How do they react to injury/misfortune befalling their loved ones (significant other, family, friends)? Do they put themselves at blame? - ANGER. PURE BURNING RAGE. It may not seem like him, but inside that tiny internal cashier is a black hole of fury. They likely dont put themselves at blame tho

🚆 - What is their answer to the trolley problem? - "Kill the five people. One of them has GOT to be a capitalist."

💧 - Random angst headcanon? - Pharaoh used to be addicted to smoking. More specifically, he probably smoked the entire time he was in the real world and only stopped bc he didnt have direct access to smoking in the Circus/didnt remember

💙 - Do they miss their S/O easily? How do they act when their S/O isn't around? - Oh, SO easily. And probably is slightly more irritable. "What the fuck do you want?" turns to a polite "Hello" the instant Abayomi walks in

Taika!

👊 - Are they quick to violence? - Depends on what you consider "violence". A little fun skirmish? Yeah. A full on rage-induced angsty battle? No.

🍓 - Do they eat their fruit and vegetables? What is their favorite fruit or vegetable? - Reluctantly, yes. I think they'd really like cauliflower though. Don't ask me why cause I don't know

🕷️ - What is their biggest fear? Do they have any irrational, mundane fears? - Getting lost. They'll play and explore all they want, but as soon as they realize they don't know where the orphanage is or where they are, they're petrified. Could that be considered "mundane"????

📣 - How loud are they? What do they speak like? Got a voice claim? - VERY loud. I don't know how to deacribe their voice, but their VC is The Collector from TOH.

⏳ - Are they usually late or on-time? - Fashionably late.

🚲 - Can they ride a bike? What do they remember from learning to ride a bicycle? - They can ride a bike easily!... with training wheels.

☄️ - What do people assume about them? Are they right? - "That thing is a fucking gremlin and would bite me. GET YO DOG BITCH! /ref" They are right.

Hex!

🍓 - Do they eat their fruit and vegetables? What is their favorite fruit or vegetable? - Yes! I think they'd love blueberries. "They're blue like me!"

☀️ - Are they a morning person? What's the first thing they do in the morning? - Yes!! They probably go brush their teeth and get clothed like the good kid they are

🌌 - What was the inspiration behind your OC? What was the first thing you decided about them? - Sparklers! and i wanted them to be a little upbeat kid. The original milo, but can still be traumatized /silly

📖 - Do they like reading? What's their favorite genre? - Yes!!!!! theyd love fantasy and fun fiction!

🎨 - Can they draw? What do they like to draw? - Well, yeah :3 They like drawing people the most! Their family!!!..... you saw that one mockup

❇️ - What is their most prized possession? What do they value? - Their art! And they value their family and friends above everything.

🌩️ - Are they scared of lightning? - Nope :3

Vamp!

😭 - What makes them cry? Do they cry easily? - Life. And... Sort of? They'll hold back tears with all of their might in front of other people but she will GLADLY cry all night if no one's with her

💐 - Create a bouquet for them! What do those flowers mean? Are any of the flowers their particular favorite? - orange lily. completely orange lily. immediately came to mind. literally just means "ur a stupid bitch" and i love her so much i give her orange lily bouquet

⚾ - Can they play sports? What is their best position if they play a team sport? What's their strong suit (speed, power, etc.)? - Scrawny ass bat cant do shit, so not WELL but... She'd like tennis a lot methinks. Just cause speed. Become a bat between hits or something. Speed!!!

💎 - How rich are they? Can they live the lifestyle they want to? - VERY, VERY, VERY rich. They're also a part of a cult (technically escaped, but still follows some of the values and has NOT recovered) so Absolutely Not

👖 - What is their go-to outfit? - Their cult robes

📏 - Is Vamp well educated? Where did they get their learning from? - Sort of? Depends on what you mean by that. Socially? No. Mathematically? No. Ask her about every section of the fragile, warm, WEAK human body, though, and she'll answer like a trained anatomical scientist of 60 years.

🌩️ - Are they scared of lightning? - WITHOUT A SHADOW OF A DOUBT, YES-

💓 - If they have a crush, is it noticable? What changes when they're in love? - They're the playground bully your mom says just has a crush on you. Bite bite bite bite. She's just being friendly

(NOTE: FUCK I MISTOOK THIS FOR THE BEATING HEART SO I GUESS YOU GET AN EXTRA FACT TOO!!

💓 - What gets their heart racing? - Tanya.)

Paper!

💢 - What are some habits they have that will take some getting used to? - They have a habit for reaching for Pen even when they aren't there. This has caused many occurrences if them falling off chairs.

🍟 - Do they order food often? Or do they prefer to cook their own food? - Pizza every damn night bro. Pen doesn't complain it hates doing dishes too

🌹 - Do they like Valentines' Day? Have they been confessed to before? Have they confessed to anyone before? - "Just another day to spoil my beloved partner, what's not to love?" I think Paper confessed to Pen first. No exes.

🎭 - Do they act differently around certain people? What's different between the way they act around friends, family, strangers, etc.? - Pen is the only person they are nice to. Everyone else they can and will bite the hands off of.

🎷 - Do they play any instruments? Are they any good at it? - They can play anything at all! Paper is sort of a shapeshifter, so whatever Pen can draw for them, they can play. Pen draws Paper as a talented guitarist and hands them one and they'll play just fine.

📦 - What are some "most likely to..." that can apply to them? - "Most likely to shoplift" and "most likely to lie horribly on their resume and STILL not get the job".

☁️ - A soft headcanon? - Paper loves watching Pen draw more than anything. It especially loves when Pen draws for it <3

💚 - What things make Paper feel comforted? Hugs, kisses, food? - Getting wrapped up in a blanket and sleeping in Pen's arms SPECIFICALLY. No one else.

Pen!

💤 - Do they fall asleep easily? What helps them sleep? - No. They like staying up allllll night long, but eventually Paper will SOMETIMES get them to just fucking sleep. Warm milk does the trick.

🍰 - When is their birthday? Do they like celebrating it? - November 1. And... Yes. They LOVE the attention-

🙈 - What's a side of Pen that they don't want to show to other people? - Their loving, caring side. It's easy for them to get wrapped up in being some scary unfeeling mysterious little guy (they fail at this btw). But Paper knows

💡 - Is Pen a planner? Do they write down every small detail or just wing it? - EVERY LAST DETAIL.

📚 - How were they at school? What is their best subject? What is their worst subject? Do they have a favorite subject? - They were fine at their studies. Their favorite and best subject, is, unsurprisingly, art, while their worst subject was history. Me too buddy me too

🔧 - Are they good at fixing relationships? Or do they tend to avoid doing so? - They're HORRIBLE at it and don't bother unless they really, really like the person.

🔥 - Do they have any self-destructive tendencies? What habits do they have that hinder them from becoming their best self? - They like to pick at their skin and scabs. They also don't care for food- not out of any ED, just don't care for it. It'll eat when Paper tells it to eat. (which is often)

💗 - If they have a crush, is it noticable? What changes when they're in love? - Unnoticable. Absolutely nothing changes- Until they're in a relationship. The moment it's official it's all snuggling and kisses.

Umbra!

👁️ - What color are their eyes? Do people notice their eyes? Is there anything special about them (shows emotion easily, literally magical, etc.)? - Their eyes are brown! She likes to cover her eyes with her hair, so not really. And,, other than them pretty much having infinite tears, no

🎂 - When is their birthday? Do they like celebrating it? - July 29! And, no. They hate celebrating it. They hate the attention it comes with and they never know what to say when getting gifts or compliments

🍃 - Do they enjoy being in nature? What is their favorite outdoor activity? - she Loves nature! with a capital L. She just likes taking walks or sitting around. She isnt much of an explorer but she'll go on a nice path or two

🏊 - Can they swim? Or are they afraid of water? How well do they swim? How do they feel about swimming in the ocean? - I think she could swim. She'd be okay with water because... yk... Kind of always falling around her eheh- I think she would be able to swim better than most people, and would think it would be fun (but a little scary) to swim in the ocean

🎤 - Are they good at singing? What is their go-to karaoke song? - Yes... i think she would have a really wind-chimey voice. She'd like New York by Fog Lake GO LISTEN TO THAT SONG RN

🎀 - How would they fit into other worlds/AUs? What AUs would you like to try out? What fictional world would they fit/not fit into? - AAAGH this is a hard one. She'd be the most PATHETIC villain in the villain au EVER. I also think that she'd be some sort of creature entirely of water in the weirdcore au idk, ,,,, They would fit well in Undertale as a waterfall creature methinks,, and she'd suck if you dropped her in Aperture Labs

🌟 - What do they think about when they look at the night sky? Is there someone they want to stargaze with? - Sarah <3 and also Sarah <3 She'd never ask though, too embarrassed

💌 - Do they like love letters? What kind of messages do they leave for their partner? - I think she would find them sweet but, once again, wouldn't know how to respond- She'd probably leave tiny notes for Sarah, but it would never go anything beyond a really gentle reminder with a heart

Blaze!

🤥 - Is he a good liar? Does he have "tells" to show he's lying? - A HORRIBLE liar. I think he'd tug at the neckline of his bandana while sweating or comically look away and roll on the balls of his feet

🥞 - What is their comfort breakfast? - hash browns

🌋 - How bad is their temper? Is it a slow boil, or an instant explosion? - I think it would be slow unless it was an extremely grave situation. Most of the time he'd be the "Okay, guys, let's not fight, I broke it, let me pay for it, it's fine" /ref (or not notice anyone was fighting at all-)

📸 - Do they enjoy having their picture taken? What's their go-to pose? Do they like taking photos? What do they take photos of? - I don't think they'd mind it :) He'd give a blank thumbs up every time. Once again I don't think he'd mind taking photos, he'd probably take photos of crops or wheat (tfw wheat field) or smth

🎁 - What types of presents would they be most happy to recieve? Are they good at gift-giving? - He'd love being given literally any food or anything handmade. Probably not good at gifting lol

⚙️ - What is Blaze's thoughts on science and art? Which do they give more importance to? How much value do they place on each? - Blaze would LOVE BOTH!! He'd probably think they're equally as important as one another. He'd value science more though cause he would probably say he's not creative

🌠 - If they could make any wish with no repercussions, what wish would they make? - "I wish I could be a cob o' corn. What d'ya mean, 'why'? I thought every'un wanted t' be a cob o' corn." Don't let Kyubey see this pt2

💙 - Do they miss their S/O easily? How do they act when their S/O isn't around? - Yeah <3 lovesick little man. He'd probably act the same with a bit more heart eyed cheek-in-their-hand swooning.

Dialtone!

👪 - What is their family like? What is Dialtone's relationship to them? Does Dialtone have any siblings? - Their family is rich. The rest? You'll have to wait and see

☕️ - Do they prefer hot or cold drinks? What is their favorite drink? - Hot! He likes bitter tea or black coffee

🙉 - What is the worst thing Dialtone could hear from someone? - Anything out of Ilas's fucking mouth

🍀 - Do they believe in luck? Are they lucky? - I don't think they believe in luck other than when trying to delusionally stop blaming themself for... Mmm maybe I should stop talking

🎵 - What is their playlist like? Their favorite artists? Do you associate a particular song with them? - They'd like sundots and Sparklehorse. Specifically Hello Lord by Sparklehorse. I have no other notes on this

🖍️ - What advice would you give to them? - "JUST FUCKING KICK ILAS OUT OKAY"

🌪️ - What is the biggest change you have ever made to them? How have they changed from their original version? - ...SOUP. SOUP I SWEAR TO G

❤️ - Their love language(s)? - Physical touch

Sisu!

😨 - When scared, do they go into "fight" or "flight"? - Freeze. Just do nothing. Can't do anything. Brain frozen up

🍧 - Do they still have any objects from their childhood? What significance does it have to them? What would their reaction be if they lost it? - Similar to Mix's answer to this. Not really

🕷 - What is their biggest fear? Do they have any irrational/mundane fears? - She is terrified of any and all medical things. She would scream louder if someone had a twisted ankle around her than if someone peacefully died in front of her

🌱 - What is their most vivid memory from childhood? - The white walls of the hospital.

✏️ - Is there a particular quote/lyric you associate with them? - SEEMS IT NEEEVER RAAINS IN SOOUTTHEERRN CALIIFORRNIIIIAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

📎 - A random fact? - She loves facing her fears! She used to be afraid of heights before she actually went out and explored them

💘 - What traits do they look for in a relationship? Do they believe in love at first sight? - Anyone who will actually listen to her. And, yes

This took three days

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lokisprettygirl · 2 years

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The Bodyguard (Loki x Female reader) (Au) (18+)

Read chapter 42 here// Series Masterlist

Chapter 43

Summary : The rich girl in you comes out for a moment and you fuck up.

Warning : 18+, Heavy Daddy kink, Smut, Unprotected sex, rough sex, Praise kink, Violence, Mentions of self harm, murderous thoughts, Mention of Suicide, Rape, abuse, sexual violence, Harsh language, bodyshaming, fatshaming, mention of neglect and abuse, emotional abuse, Unhealthy Eating Patterns, blackmail, starving and under eating, implied smut, mention of drug use, some weird feeding kink I’m (loki is) developing, short chapter

When Loki took you to the bakery you felt extremely nervous, but he was there all along, stroking your back to calm you down, your supervisor taught you to differentiate between different boxes and you weren't supposed to mess up.

"Okay I think..I get it" you mumbled to her and she nodded before she left

"You got this baby..just give me a call if you feel anxious okay?" He kissed you softly and you nodded

"I'm right here baby..right here with you"

You wished you would have listened to him and talked to him about your worries, about your incompetence, about your inability to do even a simple task. You met Hela and she wasn't downright rude to you but you didn't feel you two could ever become friends either. Suddenly everything overwhelmed you and you felt as if you didn't just fit into this life.

For two days your minor fuckups were fixed by your supervisor Carol and Loki was there to calm your nerves but she was getting annoyed you could tell, on third day in her absence you fucked up majorly. The boxes that were supposed to be used for cookies were swapped with cupcakes and it ruined those cupcakes. A whole batch got ruined because you messed up, you should have just called Loki and told him that you fucked up but you felt ashamed and humiliated.

When they realised what you had done, Nick called you and asked you if you were okay and willing to do this job because if not he could hire someone who actually wanted to be there, he wasn't rude but you felt offended nonetheless, your ego got bruised and the rich girl in your snapped at him, he looked at Loki so he apologized on your behalf and grabbed your hand to take you out of his office.

"He can't talk to me like that" you huffed angrily and he turned his head to look at you,

"Well he can, he's your boss darling and he wasn't being rude or obnoxious, he just wanted to know if you were willing to work here" Loki said to you and you crossed your arms. You didn't know why you thought he'd take your side on this.

"Fine..I'm going home" you said to him and he shook his head,

"You're not going anywhere without me, it's not safe out there baby..okay?" he was called back to work so he asked you to wait for him but the anger and humiliation you felt in the moment made you want to run away. At home when you got hurt by your dad and Steve, you hid yourself in your room, that was your safe space and after you met Loki, he became that space but now seeing him not stand by your side even when you were being irrational hurt you immensely.

So like a spoiled child you did exactly what he asked you to not do, you sent him a message and you went home or you tried, but you couldn't find your way, you were never good with direction, you wanted to find the address on the map but you didn't even remember that. It was written on a paper and you never memorised it.

You should have just gotten back to the bakery but your phone died and you felt too afraid to even ask the locals, in the fear that they'd recognise you. You haven't even memorised Loki's new phone number yet. That's when you realised that you had fucked up.

Loki was worried and shocked that you'd even attempt to do something so careless, you knew how dangerous it was to go out there on your own but you did it anyways, he opened his message and just the simple three words made his heart still,

"I am leaving, I can't do this anymore" maybe you just meant the day and the job but his mind told him otherwise, his fears came to life when he came home and he didn't find you. His eyes welled up, anxiety was building every second so he called you but your phone was turned off. He paced back and forth in the living room blaming himself for this, he knew how hard it was for you, if he was more supportive you'd still be here. If he was more loving you won't leave him.

"Please be okay baby please be okay..I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry" he cried as he mumbled to himself, he went down on his knees, panicking more and more as he looked around, feeling empty and hollow all over again. A memory from his past prickled his heart.

He was battered and bruised after his men had beat him to a pulp, barely awake when he heard Sameera's voice in his ears

"I am sorry Loki" his eyes fluttered but it was hard to see because of the blood dripping down in them.

"Truth is I never loved you, I only loved what you could do for me and you gave me that momentarily but then I didn't like it, I didn't enjoy what you gave me, I missed the money and being able to get whatever I wanted, go wherever I desired and you failed me, I'm sorry, I should have told you that"

That was the last thing he ever heard from her before he passed out and fell into a coma.

"No she'd never leave me..she'd never hurt me like that, she's not her, she would never-- " his voice came out all muffled because it was getting harder for him to breathe. He couldn't even imagine you doing the same thing to him. You would never leave him like this, so he got up and decided to look for you all around the town, maybe you just got lost and your phone died.

He went to all the places he had taken you in the last few days, the store, that one restaurant you really liked but he didn't find you anywhere. He was losing hope more and more, his mind screaming at him that he was abandoned again but he stopped to look at the gas station and that's where he found you, sitting on a chair all alone with a blank look on your face.

You saw him but you didn't react, he didn't know what you were thinking so he walked towards you and sat down, you were relieved to see him, so relieved but you knew you had fucked up badly. For a good few minutes none of you said anything, he was angry, so angry and hurt and he didn't want his anger to get to his tongue. He didn't want to ruin this any further. He didn't want to lose you any more than he might have.

"I'm sorry" you mumbled, your voice meak and sad, you turned your head to look at him and watched the tears slip past his cheeks, you tried to put your hand on his to comfort him but he pulled away and stood up.

"Are you going to come home with me? Or do you want to run away again?" He asked you stoically, his voice didn't carry the tenderness he had you spoiled with.

"I want to come home lo, I'm sorry I shouldn't have left, I should have listened to you" you weeped as you grabbed his hand but he pulled away again and started walking towards the car. He wanted to hold you and feel you around him, to make sure that you didn't abandon him too but he was beyond hurt and felt betrayed. He thought he had given you enough love that no matter what happens you'd come to him, he thought you'd talk to him but you ran instead. Anything could have happened to you, there were bad people around everywhere and you could have gotten yourself hurt, he could have lost you forever.

He waited for you to sit inside and then drove off before you could say anything, no wonder Hela doesn't like you, and when she will hear about this, she'd hate you. All the rich girls are the same, spoiled by lavish lifestyle and treatment to see beyond that, you felt utterly foolish in the moment, a rash decision might have cost you his trust and you couldn't afford to lose that.

"I didn't run Loki, I just wanted to get home, I just thought..I thought I would.. and my phone died and–"

"Don't y/n.. just don't .. alright?" he cut you off mid sentence, your name sounded foreign coming out of his mouth because he always called you baby.

When you both reached home, he left again to grab dinner for you two and when he came back he didn't say anything to you, the way he was behaving was scaring you, you didn't want to lose him or the affection that you craved so badly.

"Please talk to me" you walked towards him and tried to sit down on his lap but he shook his head, he was angry and he didn't want to say anything he won't be able to take back, but this stunt you pulled on him today had scared him, he was scared by your ability to just walk out on him. Just like she did.

"Finish your food and go to sleep, I talked to Nick, he still wants you to work there..that only if you want to do it" he got up after he was done and went to the bathroom to take a shower, that's when he allowed himself to cry, how could you just run out there knowing the dangers and the circumstances. Why didn't you talk to him?

When he came out, you were on the bed sniffing and he couldn't have that either, how could he ever sleep knowing that you were hurting? As he got in bed he wrapped his arm around and pulled you into him, he didn't say a word but his warmth was enough for now.

"I'm sorry loki..I'm sorry I never wanted to hurt you like this"

"But you did" he mumbled and you nodded,

"How do I fix this? Please tell me what can I do? I can't take this lo, I can't –"

"Go to sleep y/n..we will talk tomorrow"

And you didn't argue for once, next morning when you woke up he was getting ready for work so you got ready too. You tried to kiss him but he pulled away immediately, his eyes gave it away, the sadness and hurt it held clenched your heart.

On the way to the bakery he didn't say a word which was not like him at all. He always turned his head to look at you, compliment you for no reason or would just smile.

When you reached the bakery he looked at you,

"Can I trust you to not leave without me?" His question hurt you deeply but you knew he wasn't being irrational, you couldn't even imagine the thoughts he must have had when he couldn't find you, maybe he thought that you abandoned him like Sameera did and you never wanted to put him through that pain.

As Hela approached you two he smiled at her and bent down to hug her. Did she not know? Did he not tell her? You felt relieved but it also hurt you because he was all alone looking for you with several destructive thoughts in his head.

"Hello y/n" she greeted you so you bent down to hug her, she was taken aback for a moment but then she hugged you back.

"I'll see you at lunch" Loki said to you and you nodded, well at least he talked to you.

During lunch he sat in front of you but didn't say a word , he just ate silently, you could see how sad he seemed and you never wanted to hurt him like this after everything he has done for you,

"Looo?" You called out to him and he hummed in response, didn't even look at you, then he got up and left once he was finished with his food. Your eyes teared up at the callousness, you have been ignored all your life so you were used to it but you didn't want him to do the same with you. When you both reached home, you hugged him tightly and he tried to pull away but your grip was strong, you won't let him ignore you anymore.

"I'm sorry lo.. What can I do? Please tell me..I can't..I can't lose you too..I don't have anyone..I just have you" your voice trembled and he couldn't take it, he couldn't make you feel that way, he had promised to always make you happy and he didn't want you to feel unloved even for a moment but he was so hurt by what you had done, he grabbed your shoulders to pull you away only to pull you closer to him again.

"Are you going to run away again?"

"Never never I'm so sorry, I never wanted to run I promise, I just ..got angry" your voice choked on your tears as you spoke.

"Why?" He asked you and you looked down,

"You didn't take my side and I felt hurt" his eyes teared up more and you clutched onto the collar of his shirt to hide your face between the crook of his neck.

"I didn't take your side? When you were being a brat?" You looked at him and nodded as he said that.

"I'm sorry ..please" you cupped his cheeks to kiss him and he responded immediately, he picked you up in his arms and laid you down on the couch, he took his shirt off while you unbuttoned his jeans and his lips latched onto yours again,

"Want me to fuck you? Answer in yes or no" you looked at him shocked, this was new, it was rough and passionate but not in a way that scared you, it comforted you instead.

"Yess please"

As soon as you felt his cock inside, you couldn't help but smile, he placed his hands on the arms of the couch and used it as a leverage to thrust in and out of you,

"Not on your side huh? All of this has been for you baby, I'd give up my whole life for you and you took off because I didn't take your side?" He whispered in your ear before he sucked on your neck softly.

"I'd never..ever..ohhh daddy..I got lost I promise, I never wanted to run from you lo, I'd never leave you like that" you whimpered as the feeling he gave you in the moment confused you, he was upset you knew but he was also fucking you as if he'd never get to fuck you again.

"Anything could have happened to you, do you have any idea how I would ever go on with my life without you? Living everyday knowing fucking too well that I failed you" his eyes teared up and he brought one of his hands to grab your chin and kissed you fiercely,

"You could never fail me lo, and I'm sorry I worried you and hurt you, I never wanted that..I love you lo..I love you so much daddy"

You mumbled between the kiss and he grunted as his orgasm approached.

"And I fucking love you so never ever try that shit on me again or I'd lock you up here I promise you, I'd rather keep you bound then be dead out there"

You tried to register his words and it made you cum, you knew he was upset and just saying anything, as soon as his anger would subside he'd melt into a puddle and probably apologise for this. But God you'd be lying if you say that this side of him didn't want you to stay at his feet all the time.

Once he got back to his senses he pulled out immediately and cleaned you up, he got a phone call and you asked him who it was but he said it was from Nick but you knew he was lying.

Then he put his clothes on and left the house, leaving you all confused.

🖤💚🖤💚🖤💚🖤💚🖤💚🖤💚🖤💚

#loki x female reader #loki x reader fluff #loki x reader angst #loki x reader smut #loki x reader #loki x reader insert #loki x reader fic #loki x you #loki alternate universe #loki au fics #loki fics #loki

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yanderegrizzsworld · 2 years

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( I hope you don’t mind me dropping a request) may i request a romantic shadow,rouge and Amy with a( fem) s/o Who as adhd and just has random mood swings

-🎩 anon

Imagine: Romantic Yandere Shadow the Hedgehog, Rouge the Bat & Amy Rose with a reader with ADHD

TW/CW: Mentions of bruises/violence/blood & implied blackmail/murder

Shadow the Hedgehog:

Before joining Sonic & the others to aid & protect Earth/Mobius from Eggman's assaults, Shadow displayed little to no tolerance to those whom he believes can't focus or act accordingly & presumes that they'll meet an early end because of it. While he's learned more tolerance since meeting up more with Sonic & the resistance, a part of him from the past still sticks with him & shows itself when his patience is tested.

While he's patience stills runs quick when strained, his tolerance towards you seems close to unbreakable, to the point where you could even joke of how you're teaching him to be more patient & he'd jokingly agree with you. Where he generally sees hyperactive, impulsive or inattentive behavior as a vexation, he regards yours as endearing though you would give him heart attacks when on missions with your same attitude.

Any comment of your demeanor is met with the ultimate life form throwing threat after threat & left with a dark eye &/or broken nose at best. Just because he promised his Maria to defend Earth doesn't mean he necessarily like those living on the planet & throwing incivility at you is a quick way to end up missing.

Rouge the Bat:

Rouge's history with treasure hunting & working for the government proves anything but dilettante & constantly utilizes them for her own benefit. Her attention to details & silver tongue are nothing but terrifying as she's fooled & played many enemies to do her work without them realizing it until it's too late.

While initially finding your struggle with focus or careless mistakes as an oddity, she presumes & takes it upon herself to aid you, without you having to pay her back in any way besides your devotion back. Saying your little habits are cute to observe is something you'll hear from her whenever you meet up, she overlooks any complaint you bring up & treats it more like a child throwing a temper tantrum.

Anyone who crosses the jewel thief's path never lives merry for long, either falling into impetuous & seemingly irreversible debt or having their social life &/or status completely demolished, alongside the stolen fortunes. Rouge regards many as a tool for her own benefit & is no stranger to keeping someone quiet without resulting to blood on her boots or gloves, just say a name & description & she's off on a personal "errand" with the promise of pampering you in snatched gifts & her undivided attention.

Amy Rose:

The pink hedgehog strives to be as considerate as she possibly can trusting that it's the core of any hero who vows to help those around her. Every & any impulsive act remind her of her younger days which then evokes her admiration for Sonic & her desire to lend other a hand while fighting for good alongside her friends.

While Amy certainly regards your habits as charming & comical, to some extent, she worries that you might struggle with boundaries & her frets escalates when such is true. Amy will persist on helping you with your problem without hearing a complaint from you, while she understands where your irritation comes from, she nonetheless claims that she yearns to assist you from those she knows don't have the greater tolerance nor patience.

The pink hedgehog is quick to jump at your defense if a remark is made that she deems as unnecessary at best & foul at worst which leads to a visit with her hammer. She expects others to treat each other with basic respect & dignity & when she witnesses that respect not being met with you, she's brisk with her scolding for such behavior & reckons them to apologize, else they wish to something worse from her.

#yandere #yandere headcanons #romantic yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x y/n #yandere sonic the hedgehog #yandere shadow the hedgehog #yandere Rouge the Bat #yandere Amy Rose #yandere sonic the hedgehog x reader #sonic the hedgehog #sth #sonic the hedgehog x reader #shadow the hedgehog x reader #rouge the bat x reader #amy rose x reader #🎩 anon

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Daemon and Rhaenyra, Tyrion and Shae, probably Jaime and Cersei....

I should note that the reason strangulation is especially abhorrent for me when its done by a man to a woman is because victims of strangulation, especially in a domestic violence setting, are overwhelmingly female. It starts as a way of exercising control over a partner, but has an extremely high risk of becoming fatal. It’s a sad reality that I don’t enjoy seeing translated onto the page/screen. Strangling is also such a creepily sexualized form of death, especially for women. Sorry I hate to be serious on Tumblr because I'm here for a good time, but I went through domestic abuse myself and it's a sore spot.

thank you for your ask, anon, and don’t apologize!! your feelings are valid. i think so many of us (including myself!) can say that we’re here for a good time, but there are just some things that put a damper on it, and it’s okay to express that.

i think something about the most recent example of this horrible act that especially bothered me was the public outcry. of course, there will always be apologists for this kind of behavior (especially within the tyr!on stans) — but when GOT whitewashed his actions, him murdering shae was perceived as a sympathetic moment for a betrayed man, while with dæmon i’m mainly seeing that it’s “out of character” and the result of faulty writing. which… no. HOTD has had some messy writing, but dæmon being a shitty partner? that’s perfectly in-character. let me count the ways:

blatantly insulting nickname for rhea royce (“bronze bitch”) because how dare he have to marry!! especially a strong-willed woman who won’t kiss his ass!! and for these heinous crimes, dæmon murdered her.

dragging mysaria into his political scheming when all she wanted was to be “liberated from fear”, i.e. survive in a world that had treated her like garbage with her best chance (a privileged man who still had power over her). lying about her pregnancy to spark conflict with his family because he was no longer being considered for the most uncomfortable chair, which could have gotten her killed.

disregarding the wishes of laena to return home and raise her daughters and unborn child on driftmark around her family. treats her like an afterthought, a “consolation wife” because he didn’t get who he really wanted.

grooming his niece rhaenyra since she was a child. and when she dares to no longer worship the ground he walks on, when she dares to know things that he does not (have this shred of power over him), he strangles her.

this has all been there, since episode one. the whole of HOTD so far has been very clear about the kind of partner dæmon is. while everything that has happened in the show is not necessarily book-accurate, his fundamental personality is, and was received well by the GA until the finale. he was never going to magically change because of some “true love” with rhaenyra. she is, and always has been, a victim of him, alongside these other ladies.

#if i have forgotten to mention another shitty thing demon did to a partner forgive me and please add on #anti daemon targaryen #anti daemyra #anti daemon x rhaenyra #anti targ stans #anti tyrion lannister #rhaenyra targaryen #mysaria #rhea royce #laena velaryon #house of the dragon spoilers #ask a gal

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the heir (pt. 3) - daenerys targaryen

a/n: it’s almost thanksgiving break so i’m posting the rest of the chapters I have to so far, and I might get to the rest of my wips before I go home. (ao3)

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Daenerys had become much quieter in the few days leading up to when the Khal was to arrive, and although she was nervous and didn’t want to marry the Khal, she felt like doing it so that the woman she’d grown to care for would be free of her mental torment.

She didn’t blame Carra despite the woman apologizing every chance she could find. She spent every waking moment with her, even now. Carra found her in the dressing room as the slave women rushed. Daenerys watched the bay of Pentos, and she was in silent thought.

She didn’t flinch at Carra’s touch but only looked at her. “What are you thinking?” Other than the obvious, Carra couldn’t read the girl. Daenerys stayed silent with her thoughts, and the taller woman leaned back. “Daenerys!” The girl wakes from her daze, and Carra stands straight as Viserys excitedly walks in.

“Daenerys!” Carra watches as the girl silently walks into the room and walks behind her. “There’s our bride-to-be.” The woman was almost disgusted at how ecstatic the prince seemed. He holds out a lilac gown for his sister. “Look, a gift from Illyrio.” The girl approaches him slowly.

“Touch it.” He smiles. “Go on, feel the fabric.” His gaze catches Carra’s on his sister, but he ignores it. “Isn’t he a gracious host?” Daenerys looks up at him. “We’ve been his guests for over a year, and he has never asked us for anything.”

“Illyrio’s no fool. He knows I won’t forget my friends when I come to my throne.” He explains. He hands the dress to a slave. “You still slouch.” He moves her hair behind her shoulders and notices Carra looking down at the floor from further away. He opens her dress and begins to pull it off her shoulders. “Let them see. You have a woman’s body now.” He tosses it on the floor and stares at her.

“Viserys.” He smirks, looking away from his sister’s body and over at Carra.”May I have a word?” She asks. Daenerys ducks her head, and her brother puts on a smile. “Yes. I’ll be out.” He and Carra stare for a few seconds, and she knows he won’t back down until she leaves, so she does reluctantly.

After a minute, Viserys walks out with a smile and finds Carra with her hands on her belt. “Don’t tell me you’ve become soft and wish to change plans?” She looks over at him with a glare. “When you came here, Carra, I thought the Gods had sent an angel to save us. Give us back the life we deserve. But I never believed you to be a sap.”

“She is a child, my Prince.”

“I don’t care. Daenerys is my way to my throne. That child is our way to glory. Do you wish to murder the man who took our families from us?” She nods. “This is the way. She will please him, and he will give us what we need and more. I will let you drive your sword through the fat man’s heart.” She didn’t argue and looked up at him.

“Now, ease up. It is almost time.”

After Daenerys dresses, they stand at the front, waiting for the Khal. Carra stood off to the side, wanting to watch. “Where is he?” Viserys mumbles. “The Dothraki are not known for their punctuality.” Illyrio answers. It doesn’t take long for the men to arrive on horseback, and Carra looks on.

She spots the Khal ahead of the others, and the Magister goes to greet him in Dothraki tongue. “May I present to you, my honored guests? Viserys of House Targaryen, the third of his name, the rightful king of the Andals and the First Men, and his sister, Daenerys of House Targaryen.” Daenerys moves forward, but Viserys grabs her arm and begins to whisper in her ear.

Carra moves forward beside Daenerys as she watches the Khal. “Come forward, my dear.” Daenerys nervously walks toward the Magister. She reaches the bottom of the steps, and Carra feels Viserys look over at her in confusion.

After a few seconds, Drogo turns around and rides off. Viserys runs down the steps to the Magister. “Where is he going?!” He asks with worry. “The ceremony is over.”

“But he didn’t say anything. Did he like her?”

“Trust me, Your Grace, if he didn’t like her, we’d know.” Viserys watches after them and hums before walking back up the steps. “Come.” He says as he looks at Carra. Daenerys and the Magister trail behind them.

“How well do you know the Khal, Carra?”

“We’ve done battle. I have saved his life, and he has mine. I have the scars to prove it.” Viserys chuckles. “You have plenty of those. But, tell me, will he fail me?”

“He is a man of his word, Your Grace. If anyone fails him, I hope it wouldn’t be you.” Viserys raises an eyebrow and raises his hand, but Carra catches it. “I’m only advising you. You’d be a fool not to repay him.”

“When I rule, you will be highly rewarded.” He smiles darkly and she removes his hand from her grasp. He walks away, and the Magister follows after him, but Daenerys trails behind. Carra looks down at her, and the shorter woman gives her a small smile before walking after the men.

#daenerys targaryen #daenerys x reader #daenerys targaryen x reader #daenerys targaryen x oc #daenerys stormborn #game of thrones #house targaryen

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Three of Bruce's Audio Logs from the Gotham Knights game that hit me like a punch. The first is directly after Barbara's injury and mostly about Jason's death, the next is about missing Dick and wishing he could make things right between them, and the third is about Jason coming back into the fold and some Lazarus Pit pondering. Text is below under the cut, but Bruce's voice actor does some amazing work here with adding emotional depth, so I suggest listening if it is a thing you might be into!

LOG ENTRY BT-45 - SPIRAL

"Log entry BT-42...

Alfred, I can't do this. Not now.

[Alfred: If you don't make time for this now, Master Bruce, then when will you? Take all the time you need.]

I didn't know so much could go wrong. There's nowhere else I can go. Dick stopped by Gotham again. Our meetings lately have been...strained. I pushed him away. And this time I don't know if he'll ever come back. He worried about my 'obsessions.' But I wasn't focused nearly enough. If I was, then Barbara--

She got hurt. Paralyzed. Maybe permanently. Because she was trying to help me. I let her take on too much. I should have been there. I Failed her. Barbara, and Dick, and... Jason.

Jason barely got a chance. He could have been great for Gotham. The best kind of Robin. But he was reckless. Rushing into danger like that--No. I'm responsible for this. After being too strict with Dick, I tried to give Jason more freedom. I should have been paying more attention. He went off on his own to be a hero. Then that monster MURDERED him for it.

He was killed because of me.

I'd do anything to fix this. Things I said I'd never do.

Like speak with Talia again. I swore to myself I'd NEVER consider using a Lazarus Pit. The risks, even compared to death, were too great. But I had to know if resurrection was even possible. But when I tracked her down, I couldn't even ask for her help. One more thing I got wrong. And Talia just laughed. I broke almost every rule I have to bring Jason back. And I have nothing to show for it. He's really gone."

Sixteen...

Batman failed-- I failed everyone.

I don't know how to make any of this right. But I'm going to find a way."

LOG ENTRY BT-70 - FATHER AND GRAYSON

"Log entry BT-70.

I don't often have dreams. But this morning, I woke up from one about Nightwing.

Dick came back to Gotham. We sat right here in this room. Together. He let me explain myself, apologize for pushing him away. I found all the words I should have said before he left. That's how I knew none of it was real. He asked me about something we used to talk about. Batman's legacy. You know, 'who wears the cowl when Bruce Wayne can't?'

For years, I thought I had the answer. Every time I looked at Dick Grayson, I saw the next Batman.

But Dick never wanted it.

I've been monitoring his activities in Bludhaven. It's amazing what he's accomplished on his own. His way. With courage and kindness. I see it clearly now. I don't want Nightwing to become Batman. I need Batman to be more like Nightwing.

Despite everything, I just wish he was home, so we could talk. REALLY talk. I'd tell him how proud I really am. That Nightwing is the better version of what Batman was meant to be. That because of Dick Grayson, Bruce Wayne became a better man.

I'd tell my son that I miss him.

I'll tell him the next time he comes back. He doesn't need me bothering him.

He doesn't need me at all."

LOG ENTRY BT-57 - BACK FOR GOOD

"It's been two months since I confronted Red Hood.

Wanted Criminal. Confirmed Killer. Jason.

At first, I didn't want to believe it. But after that shock came hope. He's still driven by a sense of justice. There's still a part of him I can recognize as Robin.

He's talking to me, but... he's so angry. Not so much at his murderer, but at me.

I deserve his anger. He was just a child when I put him in harm's way. I pushed him too hard, too fast. He's made it clear that he'll never let go of his desire for vengeance. But he's come to understand that violence has its limits.

I can only be grateful Jason's meeting me halfway. He's accepted counseling. We're finding a way to move forward. He's even suggested we work on a new kind of pistol for him, together. Something that's more... Bat-friendly. I have some reservations about that, but he insists it's possible, and his prototypes are promising. He's making an incredible effort to come back from that cliff, to be a better man.

So far, I've been unable to find out what happened between Jason's murder and his appearance on Gotham's streets as the Red Hood. His amnesia seems total, but not necessarily irreversible. Maybe with time he'll remember...

Alfred and I ran every test we could think of. The last one confirmed my suspicions. We found evidence he'd been exposed to a Lazarus Pit. Was Jason revived by Ra's? Talia? Another faction or cult?

Ra's has healed his injuries, no matter how severe, in Lazarus Pits. Ongoing exposure has rendered him practically immortal, though at the cost of his humanity. Ra's original goal when he founded the League was to destroy a corrupted society to then rebuild it in a purer form. Now, he seems to have lost sight of any reconstruction. He views all human beings as irredeemably flawed, even Talia.

For all his anger, Jason is nothing like that. My working theory is that a single, short exposure to a Lazarus Pit won't cause a permanent shift in personality. But I need to learn more, for Jason's sake.

I won't lose him again."

#bruce wayne #jason todd #dick grayson #barbara gordon #gotham knights #gotham knights spoilers #I have trouble believing Bruce would ever audio log like this but idc I will take it #everyone is more emotionally mature in this game #sometimes to its detriment #but this is just nice #and his va in this game is just really really good #sorry for typos I wrote this up quickly with hardly a spell check #Youtube

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It was yet another patrol.

This time, they were fortifying the borders. After the mess that was Morgana’s second attempt at a coup, and the flight of a not insignificant portion of Camelot’s population, the borders did need fortifying, but Merlin wished that Arthur wouldn’t have gone himself.

If Arthur hadn’t gone, then Merlin wouldn’t have had to follow, and he would be able to sleep in the warmth and relative comfort of his room. But alas, Arthur, dutiful as always, wouldn’t let his men do anything that he wouldn’t do himself, and thus here they were, in the middle of the woods, fortifying the border.

In the middle of making camp for the night, with Merlin in the midst of preparing for supper, one of the soldiers that had been sent out to scout ahead called out from the trees, “We found them hiding, sire.”

He emerged with a woman whom him and his scouting partner almost dragged by the arms, with a boy of about three clinging to her neck. She caught sight of the camp and pressed the boy even closer to her chest, using what little movement she can do with her arms in the hold of two soldiers of Camelot to cover up as much of the boy she’s holding as possible.

Arthur eyed the four of them and frowned.

“There’s no need to hold her that tightly. We are the ones who have disturbed her.” He stood up, walked towards them, and smiled. “My apologies for disturbing your evening routine, my lady. As recompense, would you join us in our fire for the night?”

Merlin noticed that the woman was eyeing the camp with a familiar apprehension, especially the campfire in the middle of it, but eventually, she closed her eyes and nodded.

“Excellent!” Arthur boomed, causing the woman to flinch a little bit. Not that Arthur noticed. “Our supper is not quite ready, but you are welcome to warm yourself and your little one by the fire.” Then, he turned towards Merlin and raised his eyebrows.

Realizing the signal for what it was, Merlin made a face at him, but he did speed up his preparations. If nothing else, the child should not go hungry in this cold weather.

He placed the pot on the fire, and quickly put the ingredients in. It’s not the most lavish supper, but it was warm and filling, and if Arthur complained, then he was welcome to bring himself—and Merlin—back to Camelot, where his supper would be prepared by actual cooks and not just Merlin making do.

He looked up at their guest, and no matter how much he did not want to have to mediate between a scared peasant with her child and the rambunctious soldiers around the campfire, he did give her a wan smile. It was not her fault that Arthur’s men had found her, and it was not her fault that Arthur had been so caught up in his own notion of chivalry that he forgot that the common folk would never be truly at ease in a camp full of knights and royalties.

She looked back at him, and gave a little gasp. But then her child cried out for her, and whatever recognition she was about to have was lost with the shushing the child on her chest.

Everything seemed fine, and Merlin had almost relaxed into that mindless state where all he has to think about is the stirring, but then he heard a cry and a scream and a shout, and he looked up to see that the fire had become made of colours, a soldier had swung his sword, and that the little boy’s eyes were gold.

For one heartbeat, two, Merlin considered not doing anything. There were already so many souls that died in this mission of his that two more surely wouldn't make a difference. Nobody could even say that this was his fault this time; nothing he did caused any of this to happen, unlike the many, many other times that it did.

But then he felt his magic respond.

Because it turns out that even monsters have their limits, and his was apparently watching a child be murdered for something they could not control.

There were no convenient branch that Merlin could discreetly drop on top of the soldier's head, nor were there any fortunately placed rock he could cause him to stumble. And he didn't particularly want to kill a soldier of Camelot, however much that soldier would have wanted to kill him after this.

So he did the only thing he could think of to stop that sword from hitting its target. By halting its path before it could hit where the woman had crouched around the little boy.

Merlin noticed the soldier hastily letting go of his hovering sword. He heard the shouts and the sound of blades being drawn from around him. He even felt the unrestrained terror from the woman and the vehement confusion from the boy ringing through his magic. But in the midst of all that, he only had attention for Arthur.

Arthur, who is standing with his sword drawn. Arthur, who is still amongst all the panic and terror and confusion. Arthur, who has definitely seen the gold in his eyes.

Silence.

Merlin waited for Arthur to swing his own sword, waited for the judgment and scorn and condemnation that would surely come from Arthur’s hands, but Arthur had only continued to stare at him. Heartbeat after heartbeat after heartbeat, his king—the one he would follow until the ending of days; the one he would die for, the one he would kill for, the one he would do anything for, but watch a child be murdered in cold blood—only stared at him in silence.

Merlin can’t take it anymore.

He dropped to his knees, absentmindedly allowing the still hovering sword to fall to the earth. He heard a gasp and the clinking of armours from around him. But still, he kept his eyes on the face of his king.

“Please,” he heard himself whisper. “He’s just a boy. They probably didn’t even realize they’re in Camelot, we’re so close to the border.”

That’s probably why they were hiding, Merlin thought to himself.

The boy was obviously not old enough to know what’s happening, but the woman at least knew what the red of Camelot meant. Now that he thought about it, he realized why the woman’s expression had felt so familiar. It was the same expression his mother had worn whenever there was a chance that he could do something that she couldn’t explain away as chance or luck.

He hoped Arthur wouldn’t go after his mother.

If only he had realized earlier what was happening… He thought the woman was just wary of strangers, of soldiers with unknown morality around her young child. He should have recognized sooner that particular brand of fear, of a mother desperately trying to keep her son’s magic a secret.

He could have offered to walk her away, could have said something to make Arthur leave them alone. Instead, he had been too relieved to have nothing to do with this, to be expected to do nothing more that what he had already been doing, that he had brushed it out of his mind.

It seemed that this too, was his fault.

“Please,” he said again. “Please, sire.”

Arthur still hasn't said anything. In all the scenarios that Merlin had conjured up in his mind, all the ways this could go wrong—and before… everything, all the ways this could go right, but he rarely thinks about those ones nowadays—he had never thought that it would be this way, with his magic used not to defend Arthur, but defending someone else against him. All of the explanations that he had spent countless nights trying to make, all the justifications and reassurances that his magic had only been for him, was useless in this scenario.

Useless in front of the indisputable evidence that he had used magic against his king, had blatantly gone against the laws of the kingdom.

“Please just let them go. You can do what you will with me, but please just let them go,” Merlin pleaded.

He could have fought then, could have run, could have ensorcelled everyone there and leave with the woman and her child. Everyone who had ever advised him on magic would have told him to run, to leave, to fight, to defend himself against the son of the butcher Pendragon. However, even though had had already done that very same thing just moments ago, Merlin could not bear to use his magic against Arthur or his men. Not for himself.

So, with one final look at the face that would surely turn to hatred soon, Merlin closed his eyes, and whispered, “Please.”

He didn’t know how long they stayed there, the king and his servant locked into this strange tableau, the king’s soldiers uncertain if they should get between them, and a woman and her child terrified in the middle of it all—he didn't dare open his eyes, afraid to find hatred etched into Arthur's face—but Arthur must have eventually signalled something to his men, because he heard the rustle of armour and an awed whisper of ‘Emrys,’ in his mind.

He wanted to comfort the woman, wanted to let her know that everything would be alright, but his courage had already been so drained by this that the only thing he could do was send her the equivalent of a smile and a gentle instruction to leave.

Thankfully, she did. Merlin heard her footsteps, listening for it until he's sure that no one would follow her. At least this wasn't all a waste, then. At least she was safe. At least that little boy who has no choice in who he is, no choice in having magic, no understanding that he is violating Camelot’s laws just by living; at least that little boy would be safe.

Although Merlin would almost certainly die for it.

Even before the woman’s footsteps faded away from Merlin’s hearing, Arthur snapped, “Leave us.”

“Sire!”

“If Merlin had wanted to kill me,” Arthur said slowly, “he has had many, many easier opportunities over the years. Leave us.”

“Sire,” one of the soldiers tried again, but apparently Arthur’s soldiers were well trained to obey the orders of their king, even when the order the king gave was madness to them, because Merlin could hear more footsteps going away, until only the crackling of the campfire could be heard.

The crackling of the campfire, and Arthur’s sigh.

“Did you lie about your name too?”

Merlin jerked his eyes open. Arthur's voice had come from far closer that he had expected, and he realized that Arthur had crouched down in front of him.

“N-no,” Merlin whispered. “My name is Merlin.”

“She called you Emrys,” Arthur replied.

Merlin winced. He didn't realize that the woman had said that out loud, instead of using the mind-speak of the Druids. “It is… a title,” he finally said.

“A title? For you?” Arthur huffed. Merlin almost protested, but before his apparently instinctive need to parry Arthur's jabs can dig him into an even deeper hole, Arthur continued, “What's it for?”

“Sire?”

“What's it for, Merlin? A title couldn't exist by itself, there are duties and responsibilities tied to it. So, as preposterous as it is that you, of all people, have a title, there must be something that that title is for.”

Merlin just stayed there, gaping. Of all the things he expected to be interrogated for when Arthur found out about his magic, the minutiae of his magical title had never made the list.

Before he could compose an answer, though, Arthur had moved on. “Did you enchant me?”

“No!” Merlin replied. At least this one he could answer immediately. Then, he thought about the times that he had enchanted Arthur, and said, “Not currently.”

The flash in Arthur's eyes told him that Arthur noticed the phrasing of his answer and was filing it away to be used later, but right now, he said, “I’m not as angry as I should have been. Are you sure you didn’t enchant me?”

“I swear that you are not in any enchantment right now, not mine, nor anyone else’s.”

“Hm.” Arthur placed his sword back in its scabbard and sat on the ground in front of Merlin. “But of course, that’s what you would say, even if you had enchanted me.”

Merlin had no patience of Arthur’s legal arguments right now. He was going to die, or he was not, and if Arthur didn’t seem to want to get to that point, then he will.

“Are you going to kill me?” he asked.

“Are you going to kill me?” Arthur replied. “I’m not stupid, Merlin. I have known for years that there’s someone doing powerful magic near me. And the chance of there being two sorcerers who would want to help rather than kill me is so astronomical that that person must be you.” Arthur sighed. “I guess I thought that you, of all people, would trust me enough to tell me.”

“I…” Merlin tried to say something about how he did trust Arthur, but the thoughts and justifications were still too jumbled up inside himself that he couldn’t do it. Because he did trust Arthur, with his life, with his destiny, with all the things that matter, except for his magic.

And does that mean he didn’t trust Arthur at all?

Maybe. Maybe not.

So he settled with asking the one thing that he still could not believe. “You knew someone has been doing magic near you?”

Arthur snorted. “If a sword could kill a dragon,” he said slowly, “my father wouldn’t have sent us to find that dragonlord, Merlin. I thought you were covering for someone, not having magic yourself.”

Merlin blinked, speechless for the second time in this bewildering conversation. Before he could process that, however, Arthur had once again changed the topic.

“Why did you do it?”

“Do what?” Merlin asked.

“Save them. I hope you know that I wouldn’t have let a child be murdered.”

And that, Merlin thought he knew. For a regular, non-magical child. Arthur had never been the type to punish innocent people, much less children, so usually, Merlin would have trusted that Arthur would handle that quick-to-draw soldier.

But this child had magic. This child did magic, in front of the King of Camelot.

And Arthur… drew his sword. Towards his own soldier.

Merlin sucked in a breath.

He should have trusted Arthur. Should have remembered that years and years and years ago, back when everything was still simple, Arthur had spared Mordred, even though he knew that the child was magical. Had followed a sorceress to her own place of power. Had made peace with the Druids.

Had been willing to think that magic does not necessarily equal evil.

“And sit down,” Arthur’s voice cut through the realization that Merlin had been having. “You haven’t been deferential a day in your life, don’t start now.”

Merlin sat down.

They spent a couple of moments that way, the King and his servant, his magical servant, sitting on the ground opposite of each other, both of them staring at something just beside the other’s face.

“You asked me,” Merlin began slowly, after it’s clear that Arthur would not start this conversation again, “what Emrys was for.”

Arthur hummed in agreement.

“When I came to Camelot,” he said, “the magical folk started calling me Emrys.” He smiled and asked, “Do you remember Mordred?”

“The druid child that you and Morgana smuggled? Yes, I remember Mordred.”

Merlin huffed. “Well, he was the first to call me Emrys. And then more and more people started calling me that. And every time they call out that name, it’s like… like they believe that their problems would be fixed. Like…”

“Like you would make everything right again,” Arthur continued.

Merlin turned to look straight at Arthur. “Yes,” he breathed out. “Like you being there would make everything right again.”

Arthur closed his eyes, and in that moment, Merlin remembered that this was a man who had been responsible for the well-being of others all of his life. Arthur had been prince and heir and lord since the moment he was born, and being king had only made that sense of responsibility even more acute.

If there was something that Arthur understands, it was duty.

Especially duty to one’s people.

Arthur let out a long breath, and said, “And what made you the person they entrusted this for?”

“Well,” Merlin sighed, and here was the part that he never thought he would live long enough to be able to explain to Arthur, “I’m kind of powerful.”

“You?” Arthur asked incredulously. “You are powerful?”

“Hey!” Merlin cried out. In one part of his mind he recognizes the surrealness of this, arguing with Arthur about how powerful a sorcerer he is, instead of arguing with him that magic deserves to exist, but the other part of his mind was thinking of instances that Arthur would know of.

He finally shrugged and settled on, “I killed Nimueh.”

Arthur looked at him, and sighed again, a long, long breath out. “We’re going to have a very long conversation about this at home.”

With that one word, Merlin felt the hope that he had long ago thought was gone return to him. And yet, he still had to ask, still had to be sure.

“Are you sure you’re not going to kill me?”

“No,” Arthur answered, slightly annoyed.

“And the rest of the magical folk?” Merlin asked, because he had to know, he had to be sure.

The annoyance instantly fled Arthur’s face. “Are they under your protection, then?”

Merlin swallowed, looked at Arthur in the eye, and said, “Yes.”

And that? That felt right on his tongue. That felt like years and years of hiding had finally come home to rest. That felt like he is finally coming into himself, into his magic, into his very being.

Arthur smiled wanly. “Like I said, we are going to have a very long conversation about this. But I swear to you, as the King of Camelot, that I will not execute anyone simply for having magic.”

Merlin closed his eyes, breathed out, and when he opened his eyes again, he knew that they were gold.

“Very well, King of Camelot.”

“Does this mean that I get to call you ‘my lord’ from now on?”

“Don’t you dare, Arthur!”

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