#and teach him to be meaner and stand up for himself more

[babyprime]

wyllstarion is everything to me because they both get what they need. astarion needs sincerity and romance and softness. wyll needs someone who is willing to be a MASSIVE fucking cunt on his behalf and encourage him to be more selfish.

#wyllstarion #bloodpact #bloodblade #like yes its good for astarion to be with someone kind and honest and princelike #but MORE IMPORTANTLY its important that whoever wyll ends up with makes his fathers life a fucking nightmare #and teach him to be meaner and stand up for himself more #wyll is put in a position where he feels like he has to agree to an obligation hes uncomfortable with bc hes a duke or bc someone needs him #and astarions like no he doesnt want to. dont like it? kys about it 😘

[materassassino]

Patrimony

From the DinLuke Server prompt of the same word.

Luke reaches the end of his tether, and Ahsoka gets yelled at, as she deserves.

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Luke feels out of his depth.

Everyone seems to know more than him.

“We didn’t used to do it like that,” Cal says, frowning.

“Oh, Kanan told me it was done this way,” Ezra says, flippant.

“That’s not how the Jedi teach,” Ahsoka says, disapproving.

“I don’t remember anything about that,” Reva says, dismissive.

“I DON’T THINK THAT WOULD HAVE BEEN APPROVED OF,” Gungi says, uncertain.

“Are you sure you want to do it that way?” Ezra asks, wincing, and Luke has had it.

He likes to think he’s left his rashness behind. He’s matured, he’s fully mastered his emotions. But even his patience can’t last forever.

He whips around to Ezra, shoulders set, face a mask of fury.

“You run this karking Order then!” he snarls. “If you’re all so much wiser than I am! Run it yourselves!”

And he storms off, blood hammering in his ears. He’s surprised he only said that, and not something so much worse, which was exactly what he wanted to. He stomps away from the little compound they’ve made, their temporary temple, and out into the streets of Sundari.

His boots pound the pavement as he tries to get as far away as possible, and Mandalorians quickly get out of his way, staring at him as he passes. He doesn’t care. All he can hear in his head is reproach, remonstration, criticism, dismissal. What do you even think you’re doing? the voices in his head demand, jeering at him. You don’t know anything!

Of course he doesn’t know anything, he thinks bitterly. He’s found himself in one of the little parks, a residential area, and he throws himself beneath a tree that still needs time to grow. No one told him anything. His masters were forging a weapon, not a Jedi. He didn’t even know what a Jedi was until he was nineteen! And they had the gall to call him the last, as if there weren’t people out there, people the same as him, who could have guided him from the start. They didn’t even attempt to remake the Order, and now they come here, judging every wrong step he takes without offering to teach him the dance in the first place.

He refuses to meditate, even though that would be the correct, Jedi thing to do. But he doesn’t want to be a Jedi just then. He doesn’t. He wants to drop everything and just run to the farthest corner of the galaxy where no one has even heard of the Force. Sithspit, even Tatooine would be better than this, right now.

What is he even trying to do, anyway? Maybe the Order would be better off dead and buried. What would the galaxy even gain, if he succeeded?

“May I sit?”

Luke hears the silver bells in the Force, their resonant chimes, and he scowls.

“What do you want?” he demands, not even looking up.

Ahsoka, wisely, chooses not to sit, because Luke would simply stand and then march off again.

“To discuss, perhaps,” she says, mild and supercilious and it grates on Luke’s nerves like metal scraping against metal, the hulls of two ships colliding. He surges to his feet, and her height doesn’t intimidate him – frankly, he’s faced taller, and meaner, and uglier.

“What’s to discuss? How I’m destroying everything? Ruining the legacy of the Jedi?!”

“Rage doesn’t—”

“Shut up, Ahsoka!” he snaps, and she does, her mouth clamping shut like he’s cast a spell on her. “You’re the worst of them all! Always needling, always criticising! You waltz in here whenever you want, proclaiming you’re not even a Jedi, and then proceed to tear everything apart because it’s not to your exacting, aloof standards!”

Luke breathes deeply through his nose, and instantly regrets everything he’s said. He pinches the bridge of his nose.

“I’m tired,” he says, fighting to keep his voice steady, “of everything I do being worthless.”

Ahsoka is quiet. “Luke,” she says, and finally there’s some emotion in her voice after it’s been so distant all the time, “it’s not. You’re… you’re trying to do everything on your own. You’re exhausted, you’re barely at home.”

She reaches out, cautious, like he’s a cornered, wounded animal that might bite, and gently her hand settles on his shoulder. Viciously he contemplates shrugging her off, but that just feels petty. He simply glances at her hand, and then at her.

“We know how much this means to you,” she says. “How much is at stake. You’ve done so much and you’ve done it by yourself.”

He scoffs at her.

She frowns. “It’s not just your legacy, Luke. You can’t carry it alone.”

“I’m not trying to!” he says through gritted teeth. “I was never trying to! I need help, not constant belittlement!”

Ahsoka sighs. “I… I think some of us are afraid,” she says. “We’re afraid it might be too distant from what we knew, even if we barely knew anything in the first place.” She removes her hand and sits, cross-legged, rubbing her arms. She looks much younger than she is, in that moment. “The world we knew is gone, and it’s been gone so long, that to see something being born out of its ashes means… letting go of it.” She looks up, tears in the corners of her eyes. “I’m sorry, Luke.”

He takes a deep breath, and for a long moment he stares at the ground beside her, before making a choice. He sits as well.

“It can’t go back to how it was,” Luke says. “I’m trying. I know it’s not the same, but it can’t be the same. Am I qualified? No. But are any of us? You all left me alone to do this by myself, no help, no guidance, no knowledge. I’ve been working off puzzle pieces that don’t even fit together. You say you want to help now, but it doesn’t feel like help. It just feels like resentment.”

Ahsoka’s breath hitches and she shuts her eyes, a look of pain on her face. “I know. The thing is, you’re doing so well. You’ve given us a place to call home again, you’re finding our history, you’re finding us the future as well…” She rubs at her eyes. “We had nothing for decades. We ran and we hid and we died, and then you came along and...” She gestures at everything around them, the rebuilt dome and the cleared streets and the rebuilt houses. “You even made allies out of old enemies. You’ve done so much.”

She looks at him then, biting her lip. “Is… is this because of Anakin?”

Luke scowls at her. “Not everything is to do with Anakin kriffing Skywalker,” he says waspishly.

“No, I meant… do you feel guilt for what he did?” she asks. “Do you feel bound to it because of him? Because of his actions?”

“I…” Luke swallows, and searches inside himself. I am a Jedi, like my father before me. “No,” he admits. “It’s not guilt. It’s not repentance, because I didn’t do it. It’s more… the right thing to do. It’s because the galaxy will be better for it.” He laughs bitterly. “Not that it feels like it.”

“How so?”

“Sometimes I wonder what the point of it is,” he says gloomily, tugging at the grass beneath his fingers. “Maybe the Order should have stayed dead.”

“Have you ever… thought of leaving?” Ahsoka asks, her voice gentle.

Luke blinks.

“You could, you know,” Ahsoka continues. “You have a husband, a son. Grogu doesn’t need to be a Jedi. You could simply be Luke.”

He’d thought about it, on lonely sleepless nights, curled up in bed on Yavin 4, all alone, where the future seemed impenetrable and murky and ultimately futile. But he hadn’t. He gotten up the next day and continued, one foot in front of the other. Although… well, if Grogu hadn’t have come along, perhaps he would have. Loneliness was becoming too familiar a state of being.

Luke shakes his head. “I am a Jedi. That’s what I am. I couldn’t… I couldn’t see the suffering in the galaxy and turn a blind eye to it, just walk away from it all. Not when I can do so much more.”

Ahsoka smiles then, her eyes creasing. “There’s your answer. That’s the point.” She sighs again. “I think we’ve been neglecting that, but we’ve also been neglecting each other. We’ve all been so isolated, it hasn’t done us good.”

“Jedi are pack animals?” Luke suggests, teasing, and Ahsoka chuckles.

It’s quiet, broken by the sound of children playing a street away and the recycled breeze in the leaves above them.

“You’re a good grandmaster, Luke,” Ahsoka says. “Don’t let us tell you otherwise.”

Luke stiffens, head snapping round to stare at her. “What?”

“A good grandmaster,” she repeats.

He shakes his head. “No. No, I’m no grandmaster, I’m far too young for that…”

“Who else is there?” Ahsoka asks. “Me, the coward running away from her own truth? Cal, who ran away from everything else? Reva, who was an Inquisitor?” She sets her hand on his shoulder again, more confidently this time, and Luke welcomes its weight. “You’ve done more than we ever could. You’re the only one it could be.” She makes a face. “And perhaps being old isn’t always the best choice.”

“I’ll take that,” he says, shrugging. “I’m not calling myself that, though. Not yet, anyway.”

Ahsoka nods with a chuckle.

Together they head back to the compound, and all eyes are on them as they walk through the gate. Grogu sprints across the yard and launches himself into Luke’s arms, babbling wildly and accusatorially.

“Well, they didn’t kill each other,” Reva says.

“Are you ok?” Ezra asks, nervous.

Luke sighs. “Yes. But… It’s been feeling like you’re all against me, like you hate everything I do, and that’s been… demoralising.”

“Talking out your feelings like normal people?” Merrin heckles from her seat beneath the porch – she tends to watch, distant and slightly mocking of it all, but fundamentally supportive. “Not very Jedi.”

Cal rolls his eyes as Reva huffs darkly.

“WE DIDN’T MEAN THAT, LUKE,” Gungi says. “IF YOU HADN’T HAVE FOUND US, WE WOULDN’T EVEN BE HERE, TOGETHER AGAIN.”

“We owe you a lot,” Cal admits, folding his arms. “What you’ve done so far, it’s incredible.”

“And we didn’t get this far by doing it by the book,” Ezra says. “We had to adapt to survive.”

Luke rocks Grogu gently, looking down at him pensively. Grogu looks up, curious, and touches his little claws to Luke’s hand.

It’s for him, isn’t it? Everything that he does, ultimately, is for Grogu, and those that will come after him. The legacy isn’t something they’ve been handed from the past, it’s a debt owed to the future. And there is no future without change.

“The past can prepare us,” Luke says, tickling Grogu behind the ear, just to hear him giggle, “but we can’t chart a course back to it. And I can’t do it alone, I need all of you with me.”

“Spoken like a true grandmaster,” Ahsoka murmurs, giving him a gentle pat on the shoulder.

The word doesn’t fit right now, but perhaps it will, in the future.

#star wars #luke skywalker #ahsoka tano #ezra bridger #cal kestis #grogu #very very background #dinluke #pixie writes #new jedi order

[snakegorl212006]

Pomefiore Journal Entries

-------------Rook hunt---------------------------------

-We’ve met truly in sam’s shop

-his stocking tendencies are certainly….concerning

-literally he doesn't need to be waiting outside my window 

-this makes me question how long he has been doing this

-the necklace barely tracks him which explains why nothing much happened when i was around

-didn’t even vibrate once 

-unless he’s 1 inch close to touching me

-other then he’s kinda weird, he is really gentleman like

-definitely can be very helpful when it comes to finding things or tracking down grim when he stole something of mine again

-he has this whole things around the pursuing of beauty which it’s cool 

-sometimes there’s a minor language barrier as he likes to switch to french every now and then 

-he likes to compliment people in french often

-based on experience with the others, asking about how he died might be a sensitive subject 

-rook and the others were popular in the 20’s and there deaths were compleat mysteries

-still haven’t yet to ask him

-----------Vil schoenheit-----------------------------

-I thought he’ll be meaner 

-not saying he’s not on the sassy side of things but he’s nice at the same time

-kinda like a nagging mom

-he likes to see if I’m doing well health wise

-if he see me not looking my best when i come in i automatically dragged by vil, epel(my savor) helping me escape the queen's wrath, or rooks huntting me down by vil’s orders 

-”just dress and look nicely, have good manners and posture and you should avoid his wrath”-epel

-well he gives me a reason to use those fancy outfits that i would wear only once 

-but that doesn't stop him for the need to dress me up in his old clothing

-”someone has to put them in good use”-vil 

-possessive and controlling in a understatement for this guy 

-he never likes when i bring people around and more vocal about it then the people in heartslabyul 

-always holds some sort of jealousy with other people of the living

-he has this aura which acts like a narcotic 

-apparently he can activate this toxic air at will 

-i did ask him why he knocked me out before but it turned into a scolding session on my sleep schedule and my overall health 

-Don’t mechonded his rival 

-AT

-ALL

-Neige leblanche is a actor and model who only risen to fame recently and “stole”(vil’s words not mine) the title of “the most beautiful person in the world”

-Rook likes Neige a lot and it pisses Vil a lot to a certain degree  

-he likes to talk about his past accomplishments and sometimes even the true reason why he performed in such ways or why he made that song

-definitely more meaningful than a documentary

-”they only have one part of the main story” he said 

-he sometimes call me sweet potato when he needs something or feeling affectionate

-definitely have to be cautious around

-he’s just as addicting as the poison drugs he makes  

-sweet and dotting as he is, he definitely has some red flags 

-----Epel Felmier------------------------------

-don’t call him cute. Period. Not even as a complement(he wanted me to write this down) -away from vil’s gaze he has a cute cool country accent -he often asked me to help him to tend to the gardens and his apple tree -love to talk about his family and his life before meeting Vil -He can’t stand Vil and 100% blames him for his death -i managed to piece together that some poison was involved by vil himself -i didn't ask any more then that -i understand his rightful anger tho -he teaches me how to handle vil’s poisonous aura by offering me a bottle of apple juice which had herbs that combat the smell -Vil taught him how to make it and instructed him to give me some -when he’s not busy doing whatever task vil needs him to do, he likes to explore the other properties along with me when i do my rounds -other times he likes to watch and play sports -one winter he taught me how to use a sled using whatever animal was around to help us.(it was fun)

#twisted wonderland ghost au #twisted wonderland haunted au #yandere twisted wonderland x reader #yandere twisted wonderland #vil schoenheit x reader #rook hunt x reader #epel felmier x reader

[lunar-wandering]

Hello! This is my first time sending an ask and I wanted to know if you could give a quick description of some of your au's.

I'm new to your page and i'm curious about them.

Right!! Okay!! Sorry this took so long and I'm sure I'm gonna forget one or more of them but here's as many as I remember with summaries-

Uno Reverse Card Swap AU: Red Son runs a cafe, MK works at said cafe (Pigsy and Tang both work at the local university), Mei also works at the cafe. Mei and Red Son are secretly vigilantes, who guard Monkey King's staff, which is sealing the Lady Bone Demon. One night the alert goes off, and they find that MK has lifted the staff. MK gets inducted into their lil team + Wukong breaks down the door of the cafe to announce that MK is his successor now. (As for personalities, to make it quick; MK is a lot shier/anxious in this AU, Wukong is a lot meaner (kinda like a tsundere but like for EVERYTHING. also he swears a lot), Red Son's more chill... also Red Son uses water guns hslfkjslks. ...oh and also MK is a scientifically made clone of Wukong because humans wanted a "controllable Monkey King" but that's not important-

(... that summary was a lot longer than i thought it'd be and i didn't even mention half of the stuff going on in it. ...oh boy this post is gonna be longer than i thought it'd be.)

Giggle Glow AU: this one is fairly easy to explain; basically, Wukong glows when he laughs. this spreads to MK and Macaque. in some scenarios this also spreads to the others as well but that's Basically It. despite it being so simple I love this AU with my whole heart.

Phantom Thief AU: essentially?? Mei comes from a long line of phantom thieves, Pigsy, Tang, and Sandy used to be a phantom thief trio, and, due to being raised by Pigsy and Tang + being friends with Mei, MK is also a phantom thief. the funniest thing about this AU is that the other characters all start the same as canon- the differences are that when Wukong finds out about MK's second 'job' he demands that MK teach him how to be a phantom thief. Oh, and, also, Red Son has a crush on MK's phantom thief persona, and had NO idea that he was also MK for a while. He started looking for someone to train him to be a phantom thief at some point, and ended up somehow becoming Macaque's apprentice.

Fruit Smoothie AU: a lil similar to Uno Reverse AU- Red Son and Mei run a smoothie truck + are heroes/vigilantes (albeit it didn't start that way- Red Son was initially a villain that Mei ended up redeeming). The difference here is that they meet MK, the new vigilante on the block (who takes forever to reveal details about himself to them; he doesn't tell them he's the Monkey King's successor at first and instead makes up a lie that he's from a reclusive demon family), via him literally slamming into the back of their food truck, injured, and them having to take him back to their shared apartment to treat him. ...Also in this AU Macaque escapes from LBD and needs somewhere to hide so he throws on a human glamour and gets a job working at their smoothie truck shflksdjfls. Only MK knows it's him for the longest time.

Fantasy Break AU: Wukong and Macaque fall through a magic mirror mid-fight and end up stuck in this ballroom where the doors teleport them into different stories/myths. They have to complete all the stories in order to get out.

Shadowheart AU: Macaque is cursed to end every sentence he says with "I Love You", takes the over dramatic route of just Not Saying Anything, and this leads to Problems.

Slapstick AU: Essentially, in this universe, demons decided that fighting with violence was just, y'know. Not a good game plan. So now fights are fought via comedy. Whoever can land the best joke (slapstick, stand up, even a knock knock joke), wins the battle. (LBD does not follow this rule). Oh also Wukong is cursed; but the curse works to his advantage via making people think he's a master at slapstick comedy. (Macaque, on the other hand, is just clumsy).

Twinkle Twinkle AU: Wukong and Macaque both have star-freckles on their face + ears that reflect the stars that are currently over top of the people they care about- it's kinda like a map to be able to find their loved ones, essentially.

Electric Avenue AU: MK, Pigsy, Tang, Mei, and Sandy (who are a band) end up trapped within the Demon Dimension, and MK accidentally ends up with all of Wukong's powers after an incident, leaving Wukong powerless. This AU is very much inspired by an 80's cartoon that was themed around 80's music, so this AU is based on that too (+ with some of their outfits being 80's themed as well). LBD in this AU is running a band that steals music from other people and pretends to play it while LBD uses a magic record player to hypnotize people/cause other magic effects. Kind of a battle of the bands AU?

Melody AU: SPEAKING OF MUSICAL AU'S!! this one has a bunch of my OC's in it but outside of them the main plotline is that there's a magic barrier protecting the city and Wukong needs to supply it with magic energy to maintain it and the easiest way of doing so is through song, so he became a pop star (sorry, no stagefright in this AU). one night, when MK, Mei, and Red Son get the chance to do their first performance (or, well, MK's first performance), MK accidentally releases such an enormous surge of magic power that the barrier cracks, allowing the Lady Bone Demon to get through.

Sitcom AU: this AU can mostly just be summed up by "they all share a giant mansion of a house. shenanigans ensue". (and by all i mean ALL).

Sundrop AU: due to bottling up his emotions for so long, any emotion that isn't happiness or sadness will cause Wukong to go into his kaiju form. (there's more to it than that but that's the simplest way to put it)

Forget-Me-Not AU: in this one, MK is the reincarnation of Xiaotian, who was Wukong's apprentice centuries ago. Xiaotian is.. kinda haunting MK, and they need to find pieces of a magical object in order to fully free Wukong- who's been turned to stone and hidden within a garden- he can be free when MK is there, but he can't leave, and turns back to stone whenever MK is a certain distance away. In this AU, MK was actually found and raised by LBD, so he's uh... a little traumatized, I'd say.

Flightless Birds AU: basically one of those AU's where everyone has wings- except MK was born with wings that are too small for him to fly, Wukong's wings were severely damaged by the mountain, and Macaque is missing a wing.

Platonic Soulmates (Soulmarks??) AU: everyone has multiple soulmates; you and your soulmate decide what the definition of soulmate means to you, essentially. Wukong has the belief that anyone he's soulmates with will meet a terrible fate, and so tries to avoid the subject altogether and theres SO MUCH MORE BUT THIS POST IS SO LONG I GOTTA MAKE THESE SUMMARIES SHORTER

Mixup Mashup AU: I haven't touched this one in a LONG time but it's basically an AU where MK, Mei, and Red Son are sharing a body (Red Son's body, specifically), and Wukong and Macaque have swapped bodies (due to the same incident that caused the trio to fuse).

Sunset Wukong AU: Wukong is cursed so that if he uses his powers during the day, he will slowly turn to stone. The process reverses at the end of the day, and he can use his powers during the night freely. He avoids telling MK this for a while hsdflsldfjs. (TBH this whole AU was made so I could make a Macaque vs Wukong fight scene that would be similar to that one Hibiki vs Miku fight scene in Symphogear but then I never wrote it)

Doppelganger AU: An AU where Wukong freed Macaque before going to save MK at the end of s2- and, basically, Macaque and Wukong swapped places. Or to put it in a way that's easier to understand: the Wukong that shows up at the end of s2 is actually Macaque in disguise. Eventually Wukong rejoins them on the airship, disguised as Macaque, and the two just... instead of explaining anything, decide to keep this illusion up? (Sandy and MK are the first to figure them out and... kinda help them with it a bit).

Rock Garden AU: different types of plants and flowers grow on Wukong based on his emotions.

Sway AU: When either Wukong or Macaque dances, the other is forced to copy their movements perfectly.

Chocolatier Macaque AU: this is basically an AU where Macaque decides, post ep9, to just. run a chocolate store instead. despite the fact that chocolate is literally poisonous to him. He wears a human glamour for this (MK figures him out pretty easily but does NOT figure out Wukong's human glamour which is hilarious). Wukong keeps showing up in a human glamour as well just to banter with him. There is some plot development and angst moments involved.

Zing AU: it's been so long since i've thought about this one actually but in this AU Wukong gets cursed while travelling with the gang so that he just. to put it simply has moodswings/personality-swings that are accompanied by his eyes changing colour

Shy!Wukong AU: I only ever wrote one fic for this but I'm mentioning it anyways since I love it so much; basically the years of solitude on the mountain made Wukong REALLY shy. like SUPER shy. and he has a really hard time talking to people (he outright spends his first meetings with MK just leaving sticky notes for him instead of actually talking to him). He'll hide behind trees just to avoid social interaction.

Double Heart AU: Wukong had his heart stolen, literally, like ripped out of him, by LBD. This affects his emotions: leading him to have three different states depending on the time of day; in the morning, he's mainly silent and doesn't talk outside of telling MK what to do, in the afternoon, he acts similar to how he does in the show, but you can tell that he's faking it/that something's off, and in the evening, he becomes a perfect mirror and mimics whatever actions/words the people around him do. LBD used his heart as part of the process to revive Macaque, so Macaque actually has Wukong's heart contained within him, and feels all the emotions Wukong would be feeling if he had his heart. (as in, if MK tells him something exciting, Wukong will feel nothing, but halfway across the city in his dojo Macaque will suddenly feel the emotion of excitement and not know why). Later on, they end up transferring Wukong's heart to him, but for a period of time him and Macaque share it in order to get Wukong used to having emotions again.

Secret Relationship AU: Macaque and Wukong are already dating- but due to a series of circumstances they are outright hiding Macaque's general existence from MK and the others. This is mostly a comedy AU hsdlfkjsdlfs.

Seapearl AU: Wukong was born as a mermaid (or mer-monkey), and Macaque ended up becoming a mer-monkey due to the circumstances of his revival.

Wisp AU: When Macaque got revived, he split in two, the part of him that fully accepted what had happened and forgave Wukong, and the part of him that's in denial of, well, everything + 'hates' Wukong. The side that forgave him is called Wisp, and usually just stays as Macaque's shadow and goes along with Macaque's plans. (Technically, it kinda is more like Wisp is Macaque's shadow than it is one person split in two). Wisp is incapable of speaking until Macaque actually admits/says that he forgives Wukong outloud. (Macaque's hatred of/grudge against Wukong had been literally silencing his forgiveness).

Astral!Macaque AU: mentioning this one despite the only one post about it cause i think it's funny, but basically a version of MK time travels back from the future in order to prevent a really bad timeline- but ended up too early, and ends up possessing Macaque's body (and decides to try and recreate as many important events as possible). Macaque gets knocked out and kinda starts. haunting Wukong, up until episode 9 where he sees himself do stuff and is like “what the fuck who is that. who the fuck is possessing my body. what the fuck dude that’s not your skin get the fuck out who ARE YOU-”

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ohhhh god i THINK thats all of them?? or at least most of them??? IVE PROBABLY FORGOTTEN SO MANY SHDLFKSJDFLKDS IM SORRY I FEEL LIKE IM FORGETTING MY KIDS OR SOMETHING

IF THERE'S ANY AU THAT I DIDN'T MENTION HERE JUST.... SEND AN ASK ABOUT IT AND IT'LL ALL COME BACK TO ME IM SURE

#Monkie Kid #AU's #lego monkie kid

[revolvingfanatic]

HIIIII okay so I’ve recently found your fanfics a Puss in boots, and I’ve officially become obsessed just the way you write the characters and the Settings that they are in are so good and like the way you enter angst is so good. The one thing I do wanna see though no hate your literally amazing is maybe Puss in the wrong I like dynamic where death realizes he’s wrong for his past action reflects because that is so strong and I love that we love a good redemption, but I would also like to see Puss maybe Being a little too mean or biased, or assuming not out of being mean or wrong, but out of like trauma, his past experiences with dad, have now shaped his choices towards him, and he realizes how much it’s affecting the way he treats him I don’t know I’m just babbling at this point but anyways much love and support. Please keep fighting writing,living and much love.

Bumbleb33_s - my a03 name

Hi! First off, thank you so much! It fills my heart with joy to hear someone enjoy my work so much 💖 And honestly that’s a route I’ve purposefully avoided going with my fics because I like Puss so much and he did nothing to deserve all the traumatic stuff Death put him through, BUT, that being said, I did actually recently come up with an idea that would fit in with Puss being meaner to him than he deserves now that you bring it up. I doubt I’ll end up actually writing it out since I don’t have the time, but the basic idea is that the reason Death did what he did was because he knew Puss would die if he didn’t step in.

Like, I found out that Death only popped up at times that Puss could very well die (except probably the cave), like when Puss is drinking at the bar after the talk with Dr. Mendez (he could well have drunk himself to death with that “heaviest cream”), when he’s leaving Jack Horner’s with the map and flaming arrows are being shot at him, the battle where Jack is shooting unicorn horns, and the final battle. And maybe he knew the only way to get Puss to truly value his final life instead of relying on more and eventually tearing through those as well, was to teach him what true fear felt like, and challenge him the way he did.

BUT, since Death isn’t actually allowed to interfere to extend lives (going purely by the rules of this fic), and this would fall under that umbrella, he couldn’t make it seems like that was his goal, instead acting like he was insulted and wanted to just torment Puss before killing him out of spite.

THEN he needs Puss’ help with something really important, otherwise bad stuff would happen to a lot of people (like a continent getting destroyed or something, idk, lol), and Puss only agrees after Death signs a pact that he won't hurt Puss or his friends. Now, since Puss isn’t afraid that Death will kill him at the drop of a hat, he feels a lot more free to say whatever he wants, which is usually some kind of jab at Death’s character (like “I’ll handle this one and nicely ask for directions, because I believe that were it up to you you’d probably threaten them at sickle point, since that seems to be how you solve your problems.”, “Yes, we could actually try to win the challenge, but why do that when you can just unfairly overpower them with your godly powers like you did with me?”, “Stand back, you’ll just give them nightmares with nothing more than your stunning personality.” etc) as a way to get back at his tormentor.

Death can’t defend his actions though, as he can’t let Puss know the truth. That he actually really admired and respected Puss (and still does), which is why he stuck his neck out in the first place. And also Death is a nice person in general, and basically just played the part of an evil jerk when dealing with Puss before. So he just takes it.

BUT THEN Puss notices how Death acts throughout their quest/journey (especially when he thinks Puss isn’t looking/paying attention). That he’s actually kind, considerate, and cares about others’ feelings (even something like a bug, helping it by flipping it over when it’s stuck on it’s back, and putting a baby bird back in its nest that got tipped, etc), and tries to figure out how that made any sense at all, considering what he put Puss through just a few weeks prior.

Eventually he does figure it out though (maybe right after the end of the adventure, when everything is resolved), putting Death’s actions through the lens of what seems to be his actual personality and moral compass. When confronting Death about it, Death urges him to stop, to not say what he’s thinking, but he can’t actually stop Puss, and when the words are out in the open Death gets in trouble with the higher powers.

Not wanting Death to be punished for what he did to him, since he now knew why he did it, Puss maybe goes through some trials to get an audience with said higher powers, and works his charms to get Death off the hook. Then they become friends or fall in love or something, the end~

#ask answered #thanks again for the kind words and inspiration! #puss in boots #too many fic ideas and not enough time to write them all 😭 #puss in boots the last wish #btw if anyone wants to actually write this out as a fic please feel free! #death the wolf #deathpuss #pussdeath #pibtlw

[nevis-the-skeleton]

Predaking TPS (my AU) VS Predaking TFP (character analysis)

Today I wanted to make a comparison between the Predaking of Transformers Prime and the Predaking of my AU "The Polar Star". In fact, I realized that when you write a fanfiction, the character does not always have the personality of the "real" character.

Either because we artificially change his personality, making him nicer, meaner, more emotional, etc. Like I did with Optimus, Shockwave and Soundwave in my novel, to make them a little easier to write (especially Soundwave XD), but also to be more endearing and reader-friendly.

But, the character can also be different from his/her original version, because he/she experiences different things. Other events, other encounters, both negative and positive, like with Starscream who becomes more open and gradually ends up having a more happy life (although with some problems, let's not forget that Starscream is not not very lucky XD), or even Arcee who tries to stop the path of revenge.

Anyway, in my alternative, Predaking is different because he experiences different things from his original version, and I now want to analyze how these different events have affected his behavior and his way of thinking and seeing the world.

I will therefore make a comparison between Predaking TFP and Predaking TPS, and analyze the different events they have experienced.

TFP = Transformers Prime

TPS = Transformers Polar Star

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1- Differences in value and worldview (superiority VS equality)

First, the two Predakings have a difference in the value and importance of each other's lives. Predaking TFP considers himself superior to others, and that others should respect him for that, because he is stronger. On the contrary, Predaking TPS believes that all life matters and that everyone is equal.

Mainly because of the examples and the people they had around them.

TFP :

Predaking TFP was thrown straight into a violent environment, where he quickly learned that the strongest were always right, primarily in the form of Megatron.

Also, it was Starscream who had to take care of him, but the two couldn't stand each other, and the fear that Starscream threw back on him didn't really help him, in addition to his aggressivity.

Implicitly, Starscream teach him that it was by force that we made others obey, because it was the only technique he used on Predaking (by electrocuting him), and let's not even talk about Megatron. Starscream imitated Megatron's way of doing things, and indirectly that influenced Predaking.

Everyone fundamentally disrespected Predaking, or feared him, and it was this fear that everyone radiated that made the Predacon think he was superior, because he wasn't afraid.

Plus, all the way through, he kept hearing how strong and awesome the Predacons were, and that they once ruled the planet of Cybertron. Predaking is young, so that inevitably influences his judgment. With this addition of legends about the Predacons, he could then conclude that his species was superior to other species.

Predaking TFP therefore developed a worldview that said only the strongest could win, and he pushed himself in that direction to become the strongest of them all, disrespecting everyone around him, as they were often "weaker".

TPS :

Predaking TPS was lucky to have Dreadwing as an instructor, and to have him respected by Megatron. He therefore did not witness scenes of disrespect and violence towards another person, which meant that although he was in a violent environment, he never suffered it (physically or visually) .

Also, the other most glaring difference is his meeting with the Vehicon Steve, with whom he will end up falling in love. Steve is smaller, more fragile, and weaker than him, yet the Vehicon still speaks to him as an equal.

Steve shows by his behavior that wit is greater than strength, and that discussion is better than violence. It thus shows that even the weakest count, and therefore implicitly that each life has its importance.

Predaking has of course used violence several times: To obey the wishes of Shockwave, whom he sees as his Creator, such as when he tries to kill Starscream for the scientist; to get revenge on Megatron when he discovers he was the one who destroyed his brothers; but more often it was to protect Steve.

He then used violence to help or satisfy others, but never to prove his superiority or for his own interests. The one time he used it for revenge, against Megatron, it backfired, and he then decided not to use his strength that way again.

He is aware of the fragility of others around him, but he saw in Starscream and Steve that physical strength was not always necessary. And he saw in Dreadwing that physical strength could be honorable. He then developed a philosophy of equality and respect for others.

We have his worldview in a conversation he has with Starscream, in Part 3 of my novel. The jet then fled from the Autobots, after accidentally injuring Skyfire, mistaking him for Megatron (PTSD you know).

The Seeker lived in the Caste System and was under the tyranny of Megatron, so inevitably, he has a very different view of equality and respect. But Predaking gently shows him that everyone deserves respect.

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"I don't want to be a burden for you too... said Starscream sadly.

- You already want to help me with my energon problem, you're far from being a burden... answered Predaking. And then, even if you can't help with something, never consider yourself a burden... Because, it's not true. Each life balances this world, each life acts in its own way, each life counts, there is not one that is worth more than the other.

- ... You are wrong... Between a Sparkling and an old robot, the Sparkling has more value... Between an innocent and a criminal, the innocent has more value... Between a Forged and a Cold Construction, Forged has more value...

- ... I do not agree with you. For me, life is a balance, a balance that must not be changed. If some lives had more values, then the scales would never be balanced, and the world would be in chaos. You need old robots to have Sparklings. You need criminals to have innocents.

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- And, Cold Construction is a robot, like Forged, it's just that you don't have the same Creator. Just because we don't come from the same place doesn't mean we're different. The difference in our bodies does not make us different on the inside. Deep down, we are all the same. We have Sparks, dreams, aspirations, and a future. It's not up to others to judge our value, because in any case, we are all worth the same."

[Part 3 of "The Polar Star"]

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TFP VS TPS :

So we have two Predakings who already don't see the world and what's around them the same way, because or thanks of what they've been through or undergone, pushing them both to take different directions.

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2 - Evolution of the character (violence VS pacifism)

With their different experiences, both has therefore evolved in a certain way.

TFP :

Predaking TFP continued in violence, because he saw that it worked. It was a fast and effective way, which allowed him to achieve his goals, while following his vision of the world. He had no reason to stop, because it always worked when he used it.

Predaking isn't a character who was much respected, mostly because he was only seen as an animal. He considers his strength to be his greatest asset, so it makes sense that he uses force, and therefore violence, to gain respect.

Violence is a way for him to earn respect, because we has never showed him another way.

TPS :

On the other hand, Predaking TPS found that for him violence was not effective, and that often it only brought him problems.

His violence caused some to fear him (which unlike his TFP counterpart he doesn't want), and it also led to Shockwave turning his back on him. It also caused him to hurt someone who didn't deserve it (Starscream in this case), because he let himself be blinded by his anger.

Additionally, Steve showed him that violence and unthinking anger can often lead to injustice, and that Predaking should never let that guide him.

That's why he ended up choosing a much more pacifist path, where violence is only used when a last resort, or to protect someone.

TFP VS TPS :

So our two Predakings haven't evolved in the same way either, we have one that uses excessive violence, often to gain respect, or in the face of disagreement. While the other prefers to go through the discussion before going directly to the conflict.

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3 - Reason for transformation (hate VS love)

It may seem be a strange difference, but in fact I found that the two Predakings had not transformed for the same reason. Because, in fact, the question we can ask ourselves is : Why did they transform?

TFP :

The reason why Predaking TFP is transforming is a bit sad. In fact, he does it mainly to defend himself, to express his anger towards Starscream, because the latter keeps attacking him.

First sentence he says, after transforming: "Strike me again, and I will burry that rod in your Spark!" [Season 3 TFP]

He transforms to prove that he is not just an animal, and also perhaps in the hope that thus he will be treated better than before. Because, so far, no one has considered him a full-fledged being, just a monster. Both Autobots and Decepticons.

Predaking transforms to prove his identity, and to defend his honor and his person.

TPS :

Predaking TPS didn't suffer like Predaking TFP, the reason why he transforms is to declare his love to Steve. Of course, Steve already knew about Predaking's love, but he always rejected him.

When he couldn't transform into robot mode, the regret of not being able to speak was very present in Predaking. This prevented him from expressing the complex emotions that were inside him, as well as his feelings.

After Steve's rejection, Predaking believes this unrequited love is due to this lack of communication. He wants to prove that he's not just an animal, so that Steve is interested in him. He transforms to communicate with the one he loves.

First sentence he says, after transforming: "Steve, I love you, do you want to be my Sparkmate?" [Part 2 of "The Polar Star"]

Predaking transforms to be able to communicate, to be able to express his emotions towards the person he loves.

TFP VS TPS :

Predaking TFP and Predaking TPS therefore have a very divergent reason for transformation. One transforms to defend himself, while the other does so to express his emotions.

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4 - Relationships with the Decepticons and Autobots (defiance VS trust)

Due to the different events of TPS compared to TFP, the two Predakings did not have the same encounters, or experienced them differently. Their philosophy, and the behaviors of others around them, led to different relationships and interactions.

Relation TFP

Predaking TFP has an adversarial relationship with most other Transformers, both Autobots and Decepticons.

Shockwave : Cordial

Predaking only seems to get along well with Shockwave, but that must play into the fact that it's his Constructor. Shockwave (who is supposed to be emotionless) is seen to have some affection for Predaking. He pets him and talks to him nicely when he sees him.

They don't really have any interaction when Predaking ends up transforming into a robot. And even if Shockwave likes him a little, that doesn't stop him from accepting the destruction of the other Predacons. Simply because the Decepticon scientist is a logic robot.

Their relationship is therefore cordial, and above all much healthier and more friendly than with all the other characters.

Starscream: Mutual Hate

Predaking hates Starscream, and it's mutual. The two can't stand each other, mainly because they got off to a really bad start. The first to initiate hostilities was Starscream, because unfortunately for Predaking the Seeker was afraid of him.

When Starscream is afraid he becomes more hostile and aggressive, in a defensive reflex. It's strike first before being struck. Starscream was forced to take care of Predaking, even if the jet made it clear to Megatron that he was afraid of the Predacon.

Both were technically victims of Megatron's sadism, sorry but he's still awfully sadistic with Starscream, and Predaking was the collateral damage in this whole story.

The problem is that Predaking is young, so he can't have the perspective to understand Starscream's feelings, and what's wrong with him. It doesn't excuse anything, but some hindsight would have allowed the Predacon not to hate Starscream as it does later.

Megatron: Enemy

Predaking doesn't think he's part of the Decepticons, so he doesn't consider himself under Megatron's orders. Predaking never really considered Megatron his Lord.

Then, Megatron became an enemy, when he gave the order to destroy Predaking's brothers, The Warchief then became the enemy that Predaking had to destroy in retaliation.

Decepticons: Indifference

Predaking TFP is indifferent to other Decepticons, he has absolutely no interaction with Soundwave or KnockOut, and doesn't really seem to see Vehicons as worthy robots.

He has no consideration for them, because in his eyes they are worthless. Just look at how he treated them when he was on his way to get revenge on Megatron. He killed countless of them because they stood in his way.

Autobots : Nuisance

For Predaking the Autobots are a nuisance, they were his enemies for a while, but after the war it's wasn't really the case anymore. But, he doesn't keep really cordial relations with them either, for him it's mostly robots that bother him.

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This distrust with most of the characters was also created by this lack of respect, since everyone treated him like an animal. He then considered that he had no reason to be friendly with those who had respected him so little.

Relation TPS

Predaking TPS managed to create healthier relationships with the other characters.

Shockwave : Familial

Predaking sees Shockwave as his Creator (the equivalent of parents). Shockwave doesn't consider himself one, but that doesn't stop the Predacon from calling him "Creator Shockwave" as a mark of affection.

The scientist still appreciates Predaking. When he was in beast mode Shockwave taught him things you wouldn't normally teach to an animal, and always spoke kindly to him.

Shockwave even felt remorse, after shooting his Creation to protect Megatron. He even later forbade Skylynx and Darksteel to call him "Creator" because it reminded him too much of Predaking.

Even after Shockwave's betrayal, Predaking still sees him as his Creator. But he knows it's not a reciprocal family relationship, and that Shockwave isn't ready to take on the role.

Starscream: True Friendship

Starscream was the one who revealed to Predaking that it was Megatron who destroyed his brothers, while the Predacon was sure it was the Seeker. It was upon realizing his mistake, and apologizing to Starscream after hurting him, that he bonded with him.

Their relationship was initially based on hatred of Predaking and fear of Starscream. But, when they got to really know each other, they ended up getting along better and better, until developing a sincere friendship.

Of course, this would surely not have been possible if Predaking TPS had the same vision of the world as Predaking TFP. Starscream TPS certainly wouldn't have liked it if it had, because it would have reminded him of Megatron. Starscream would certainly have throwed him off.

But Predaking TPS is mature and calm, and especially the complete opposite of Megatron. He does not hit to be listened to, and does not abuse his phenomenal strength, even if he could.

They both met in a different way than in TFP, and in other circumstances. Again it was a difficult start, mainly because they weren't even on the same side anymore.

Predaking is again too young to understand Starscream's issues, but since the Predacon is more open to discussion, it's possible for him to eventually figure it out.

Starscream needs trusted people around him, and Predaking is definitely one of them. It was through this trust that their friendship developed.

Steve: Love

Predaking and Steve didn't start well either. Predaking had no regard for Vehicons before, and therefore Steve was no exception.

He ended up taking an interest in Steve when the latter stood up to him, whereas until now everyone was afraid of Predaking.

This is how the Predacon (still in beast mode at this time) began to have a growing interest in Steve, which gradually turned into love.

The Vehicon was initially uninterested, firstly because he thought Predaking was just an animal, but also because Steve was in love with Starscream at the time (he was devastated when he learned of the existence of Skyfire, because it was an unbeatable rival).

They initially developed a sincere friendship, until Predaking turned into a robot. The Predacon then asked Steve if he could seduce him, to make him forget this robot that didn't share the love of Steve.

Steve accepted much to Predaking's delight, and it was during their multiple dates that the Vehicon ended up falling in love with Predaking.

Megatron: Enemy

The only thing that doesn't change is Predaking's hatred of Megatron. But there, he sees him as an enemy for several reasons. There's obviously the fact that Megatron destroyed his brothers, because it's just awful, really… But also because Megatron has often attacked Steve.

He's not especially mad because of what Megatron did to Starscream, because he never really witnessed Megatron's violence towards the Seeker. But with Steve yes, very often. The Vehicon was often threatened with death by the leader of the Decepticons, because he was different from other drones. Steve was different, and therefore in Megatron's eyes flawed.

Predaking is in love with Steve, so inevitably he can hardly appreciate the person who tries to hurt him.

Dreadwing : Cordial

Knowing Dreadwing was beneficial for Predaking, mainly because the big Seeker is a perfect example of what a strong but fair robot can be. It shows that the strength doesn't have to mean being a brute, and that it can be put to good use.

Predaking quickly liked Dreadwing, because the latter was nice to him, and he never used violence to make himself listened to. He is demanding with Predaking, but as a trainer can be with his student.

Predaking doesn't hate being trained or learned (Predaking TFP surely doesn't hate too), but the difference is that Dreadwing wasn't forced to take care of Predaking, unlike Predaking TFP with Starscream. Dreadwing does not see Predaking as a punishment, but as a duty.

Megatron asks Dreadwing to take care of him, because Shockwave was really busy, and the big Seeker is in a better option to teach combat and obedience to the Predacon. Whereas in TFP, Megatron's excuse was just a pretext for Starscream not to object.

The two Predaking necessarily develop a different vision of the professor. For Predaking TFP it is very negative, so he prefers to learn alone. While for Predaking TPS it is beneficial, all thanks to Dreadwing, who was an excellent instructor.

Decepticons : Cordial

Predaking was initially indifferent to other Decepticons, but with Steve he learned to care about other people, other than Shockwave or Steve.

He learned to know KnockOut and Breakdown who were friends with the Vehicon, he didn't have much interaction with Soundwave, but he did have a few. But above all, he learned to know the Vehicons better, and to consider them as people in their own right.

Autobots : Cordial

The Autobots were enemies at first, as Predaking was with the Decepticons (although in fact he was just following Shockwave, he's too young to really understand the concept of war or a cause).

After the war, the Autobots knew how to be friendly with him, mainly thanks to the Vehicons, who already knew him. Which caused Predaking to be friendly with them. He ends up living with the Autobots, along with Darksteel and Skylynx, as he sees no reason to move away from the Autobots, as they accept the Predacons.

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Predaking TPS has more relationships and encounters, but above all more positive encounters. The environment around him has been hostile at times, but not as much as Predaking TFP (which I think never really felt welcome).

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5 - Relationships with Darksteel and Skylynx (King VS Brother)

Darksteel and Skylynx are different too, because they've been through different things, but mostly because Predaking TFP and Predaking TPS don't behave the same way with them.

TFP :

Predaking TFP wants to command them, he has a wish to rule his kind, not as a guide, but as a king.

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Skylynx: Who said you were the boss?!

Predaking: I'm not your Boss! I am your King!

*Intensive Predacons Fight*

[TFP movie]

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Predaking imposes himself on Skylynx and Darksteel, bypassing the discussion. The two youngest Predacons do not want to serve anyone. They do not consider themselves Decepticons, and do not wish to obey anyone.

So, inevitably, when they see another Predacon, who imposes himself as their leader, they don't like it. If Predaking has them on his side afterwards, it's because he managed to defeat them and subdue them, by force.

But, it's not a stable or long-lasting relationship, there chances that at the slightest sign of weakness from Predaking, the two will turn against him.

TPS :

In TPS it's different, Predaking doesn't think for a second of having them as subjects, he sees them as his little brothers, he sees them as a family.

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The big robot wanted to meet these other Predacons! He wanted to get to know them! Potentially make them members of his family... Predaking was aware that this was a bit too optimistic... not to say unrealistic... But, deep in his Spark, he wanted to believe it! He wanted to believe in this possibility!

[Part 3 of "The Polar Star"]

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Predaking never present himself as a king when he comes face to face with Darksteel and Skylynx, he presents himself as a member of a family that the three of them are supposed to consist of, with Shockwave as the Creator:

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“I am Predaking." The fire Predacon introduced himself to the two Predacons.

The two beasts looked at each other for a moment, and Skylynx growled:

"Sir Shockwave told us you were an enemy!

- Yeah! If you are against him, then you are against us!! added Darksteel.

- I'm not against Creator Shockwave! retorted Predaking.

- 'Creator'...?"

The brothers looked at each other for a moment, before the taller of the two growled:

"Why do you call him 'Creator'! It's for the family!

- Because that's what we are! A family! Predaking exclaimed.

- Bullscrap!!"

The two Predacons transformed into their beast modes, and rocketed towards their elder! The latter pushed Steve, so that he was not caught in the fight, then transformed in turn! Ready to fight!

[Part 3 of "The Polar Star"]

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As in the original version, the two youngest Predacons started the hostilities, but not for the same reason. If in TFP it's because they don't want to submit to Predaking, here they do it because they think Predaking is a threat to them and Shockwave.

But finally, they'll accept this family, because deep down, it's something they've always wanted.

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Darksteel said shyly:

"If the proposal to start a family still holds, I'm in... It would be pretty cool to have a big brother..."

The tall robot smiled at that, and moved closer to his brothers, before putting his hands on their shoulders.

"I'd be glad." smiled Predaking.

The two Predacons joined him in his smile.

[Part 3 of "The Polar Star"]

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And Predaking always used the talk to get them to come to him, helping them get away from Shockwave, who didn't have as much interest in them as he had in Predaking. Allowing them to have a real family.

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The Autobots drew their weapons, ready to stop Megatron, when Shockwave interfered with the other two Predacons! The scientist aimed his cannon at the others, while Skylynx and Darksteel transformed into their beast modes!

Predaking came closer, and said:

"Skylynx, Darksteel, I thought you wanted us to be a family..."

The dark blue Predacon transformed back into bipedal mode, and replied:

“Well, yeah... But, join us in that case... You're the one who said that Shockwave was your Creator, right? Come, so our family will be complete.

- ... For the moment Shockwave is not ready to be a Creator... the fire Predacon sighed sadly. I promise to treat you like my brothers. Don't stay with someone who only treats you as subjects of experiments..."

The light blue Predacon in turn go back to bipedal mode, and the two brothers exchanged a look, before nodding in agreement. The pair advanced towards the large robot, under the shocked gaze of the cybertronian tank.

[Part 3 of "The Polar Star"]

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TFP VS TPS :

The worldview of the two Predakings has also impacted the relationships they end up having with those of the same species. One poses as a king, as he considers himself the strongest of them all, and proves himself done by battling against Darksteel and Skylynx. The other, on the contrary, does not wish to fight those he considers his brothers, he prefers to have a family rather than being the king of anyone.

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We can easily conclude that Predaking TFP and Predaking TPS would surely not get along at all. They would even hate each other without a doubt. Their differences of opinion and treatment of others around them is far too different for them to agree. The only common point they would have would be that they hate Megatron, but that's all ^^; …

As I've often said, Predaking is young, very young, technically still a child. He doesn't have the same distance from the world than an adult, and each event that happens to him is a hundred times more impactful than for an adult robot. His large size does not detract from his youth.

Children very often make shortcuts, to understand in the most simplified way possible the events they have in front of them. And the unfortunate events that happened to Predaking TFP made him take the wrong shortcuts.

Predaking TPS was much luckier than Predaking TFP, he was better surrounded and supported, and did not suffer the rejection and violence that Predaking TFP had.

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[navybrat817]

Method of Control

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader Summary: Captain Hydra teaches the Winter Soldier a lesson. Word Count: 1,586 Warnings: Explicit sexual content, forced voyeurism, possessive behavior, darkish Steve and Bucky. It’s porn. 18+ Please!!! This is not beta-read, so any and all mistakes are my own 

No one asked for this. Think of it a bit like “Following Orders” Steve, but meaner. Enjoy, lovelies!

Captain Hydra and the Winter Soldier had always been the best of friends. Individually they were a force to be reckoned with, but together the world didn't stand a chance. They watched out for each other. They fought together. They killed together. And they enjoyed their prize together...you.

But the Soldat wouldn't enjoy the spoils of war tonight. He disobeyed the Captain. He never disobeyed him. That wasn't meant to happen. But he had and now he had to suffer the consequences.

Bucky gritted his teeth as he sat in the chair. He wanted so badly to break free, but Steve used vibranium cuffs on him. No one else had permission to use them and it wasn't done often, so he knew he fucked up.

"Don't give me that look. You brought this on yourself," Steve said, as if he read his mind.

You were just out of reach of the Soldat from his chair, bent over a table in front of him. The cold from the room made you shiver, your wrists likely sore from being cuffed behind your back. Steve made you strip the moment you went to them. Thankfully he had the decency to dismiss everyone else beforehand. The last man who looked at you for too long lost an eye. He considered himself luckier than the man before him. He tried to touch you and he lost his hand.

“Steve,” Bucky seethed.

“Captain,” Steve snapped as he went behind you. “You don’t get to call me anything else until we’re done. Is that understood?”

Bucky’s eyes fell to your trembling form, his lip twitching in anger. “Yes. Captain.”

“Good,” the Captain said almost delicately as he ran a gloved hand down your back. “Sorry, princess. I know you want him, too, but he fucked up. So you’ll just have to settle for my cock. I know you’ll be good for me.”

Bucky’s lip twitched again, straining as he tried to get up. It was pointless, but he was furious. He wanted to touch you. He more than deserved that. He deserved you.

Steve pulled you up from the table for a moment, his hands moving up to cup your breasts. His fingers stroked and caressed you expertly, like they had so many times before. He knew Bucky enjoyed the sight of you. You were one of the only good things they had here.

“Captain,” he whispered, watching as a hand slid down to that special heat reserved for just the two of them.

"She's wet, Soldat," he sneered as his fingers moved along your slick folds, neglecting the use of his name. He almost felt guilty, but he wasn't his best friend at the moment. He had to show him he was still in charge and that he knew best. "Wet and ready for me to fill her up just the way she likes it. And you won't even get a taste."

"Captain?" you moaned, fear creeping in.

He saw why you were afraid. The Winter Soldier looked ready to kill. "He won't hurt you. He'd never hurt you," he promised, nipping at your earlobe. "And he can't break free. He can't even relieve himself. Look at him. See how hard he is in his pants for you? How he wishes he could just throw you across the table and pound you until you cry?"

Bucky growled because it was true. His cock was straining to be free and he wanted nothing more than to feel you around him. Watching you come for him the first time was one of the most exhilarating experiences of his life. His programming couldn't erase that.

"I'm not a complete bastard," Steve swore as he shifted his hands to bend you over again. He straightened up as he undid his belt, smirking at his friend. "I'm letting you watch. You should thank me for even giving you that tonight. Say 'thank you, Captain'."

Bucky was going to punch him the moment he could. Maybe even stab him for good measure. "Thank you, Captain."

Steve sighed as he took himself out, his own cock on fire with the thought of owning you. He leaned down, his chest to your back, as he pushed the head in. "Keep your eyes on him. I want him to see his doll get ruined."

Bucky knew torture, from his own hands and others. He knew pain. Life taught him all about that. But watching as his best friend slid home while he couldn't even touch? The tormented look of pain and pleasure on your face not put there by him? That was a slow torture with pain that lingered in the bitter shards of his soul.

"Fuck," Steve rumbled, forcing you take him in again as you cried out. "Tell him how good it feels."

"It feels...good," you moaned.

"I expect better from you," he snarled, thrusting harder to drive his point home. "Tell him I'm doing my job well...like he should have."

You cried out, the man in front of you determined to keep your gaze. "Better than good. It feels...like heaven."

"We're not going to heaven," Steve said as he rolled his hips. "Not with the things we've done. So we'll just take our piece of heaven with us when we go."

"You didn't even kiss her."

Steve paused for just a moment before an evil smirk crossed his handsome face. "Your fault," he accused, driving hard into you. "We could have been gentle with her. We could have taken her apart piece by piece, but no. You had to defy me. It was supposed to be us against them."

The chair arms creaked as Bucky gripped them. "Captain…"

"Shut up! Just shut the fuck up and watch."

You whimpered as he plunged repeatedly in and out of you, but you kept your gaze on the Soldat. Just as he kept his gaze on you. The sight of you responding so well to the Captain made his erection twitch with need. He wanted it to be his cock that made you throb and burn as you plummeted over the edge. He wanted his friend to finish and put him out of his misery.

"She feels so hot and slick," Steve taunted, his tactical pants hitting your thighs as he fucked you deep. "Don’t you wish you were inside her? Fuck, her cunt keeps gripping me. Gonna come hard and deep inside her where you can't even touch her. Maybe I should keep you away from her."

Bucky's heavy breathing almost drowned out the noises that came out of you. It had to be an empty threat. You were made for both of them. There was a reason you fell into their grasp. And he wasn't about to take you away.

"Oh...you don't like that idea? I guess her pussy is worth listening to me? You'll obey me if you have a hole to fuck?" Steve asked darkly.

"Yes, Captain," Bucky said through his teeth when he saw a tear fall from your eye. The Captain wasn't just punishing him, he was punishing you. You were their fallen angel in this pit of hell, but he made you sound like a common whore. The whiplash had to be a mindfuck for you. An apology would be given...later.

Steve's head dipped down, whispering something to you that he couldn't hear. His hearing should have picked it up, but he couldn't hear anything over the blood rushing in his ears. Whatever he said made you cry out. Was it a filthy praise or something that cut deep? He wanted to save you. He wanted to…

"I'm sorry, Captain," he exhaled, making the blonde lift his head.

"Say it again," he ordered, not breaking his rhythm.

"I'm sorry, Captain, for disobeying your orders," he said, swallowing a bit at the delicious sounds that fell from your mouth. "Please," he added. The Winter Soldier didn't beg or plead, but enough was enough. He learned his lesson.

Something in Steve snapped, like he was pushed to the edge of madness. Perhaps he had due to his need for control. Heat engulfed him with each thrust, And you could only lay there while he ravaged and ruined you. The man with a plan always delivered on his promises.

"You ready to come? Do it. And look in his eyes when you do. Let the Winter Soldier see who you belong to tonight."

Bucky knew that look of ecstasy all too well when it hit you and he could only imagine your tight channel quivering around the Captain. He bit his lip so hard it bled as you continued to come undone. It was so beautiful it hurt. It was almost as painful as the ache in his cock that wouldn't be soothed.

Steve roared when his orgasm hit, the explosive feel nearly making him collapse. His toes curled inside his boots, shaking as he let it take over. The clarity through the fog brought him back to himself as he leaned down, his lips brushing the pulse on your neck as you both panted. "Proud of you, princess," he said against your skin.

That should have been the end of it, but the Captain lifted his head with a smile. "But I think she can give me one more. What do you say...Bucky?"

Bucky narrowed his eyes, but nodded. He would pay him back for this in their next training session. "Yes, Captain. She can give you one more."

#steve rogers x reader #bucky barnes x reader #steve rogers x you #bucky barnes x you #captain hydra x reader #winter soldier x reader #steve rogers imagine #bucky barnes imagine #reader insert #voyuerism #forced voyuerism #female reader insert #steve rogers x female reader #bucky barnes x female reader #dark!steve rogers #dark!bucky barnes

[prof-peach]

if fans wanted to include peach in stuff they write, would that be okay? and how would they write peach's personality? aside from "FIGHT ME" anyway, i think that much is a given lol. i only really write the anime characters 'cause that's what i know, but it sounds like it'd be kinda fun to try making a version of ash that fits into this blog's universe! nerf'd Obviously, but i think she'd probably appreciate how hands-on he gets when training his pokemon!

Ok, I get a lot of these messages, and I often hear folks wanting to throw peach into their stories and comics and writings, and I will always simply ask that if it’s published online publicly, to be linked to it so I can snoop and enjoy the content too. If someone asks about her in your work, let them know about the blog I guess? But literally I love that people take this stuff, these characters and stories, and make new stuff with it. No ones making money off my work here? So where’s the issue? Go for it buddy, knock yourself out, I’m all for it.

For you, and all the others out there who want to add peach, and other characters to your world building, I will give you a detailed rundown of the main lot, and how they behave, what they do, how they function. You can use that, use bits, or use none of it, I do not mind at all. If you’re creating something, you’re in control, not me.

So, peach doesn’t actually fight people as much as you’d think. She’s very aware most cannot and do not want to do that, and so she likes to keep to herself with regards to that aspect of her life, she doesn’t ask to spar with people, or even bring it up at all, but people ask her all the time, even if they clearly would lose or become hurt should she miscalculate during the fight. She looks at people like they usually create problems, and often has a somewhat reserved nature to other humans. You have to work quite hard to get anything more than formalities out of her. She will dead-pan handle people with blunt and very to-the-point statements, aid whenever possible, but very quickly get back to handling the Pokemon she so carefully tends. Her focus is clear, she’s all about hard work, her very small select family, and the Pokemon.

Her brutal, loud and brash personality only comes out with friends, family, difficult humans, OR any Pokemon. She will joke and laugh and play with Pokemon, but clam up around humans, maintaining tight body language and generally will be a little cold by regular standards. She does however have some weaknesses in this emotionless shield she puts up. When peach was young she was always angry, which swung so fast to sadness, back and forth. Her teenage years it just got worse and worse, it was crippling at points. She is to this day, full of fire and rage, even sadness, but now she has learnt to control it, to use it. When she sees that in others, it’s familiar, and she is pushed to drop the front, and be very real with the person. Underdogs I suppose, people who get bad reps, but deserve the same as everyone else. She can’t ignore it.

Once you start to pry open her personality, you’ll find she’s a lot more laid back and fun than originally appeared, you just have to work hard to find that side of her. She will meme reference, can’t dance to save her life, loves her coffee, and can be caught in quiet contemplation while gardening. This hobby is her calmest, and often is why she can stay so level headed when her quiet rage boils up again. Without time outside she will become grouchy, a little snippy, and lethargic. Will not go in the ocean for any reason other than life or death, is fine with ponds and rivers, or water at wading height. Likes the rain.

With regards to her training others, they usually have to tolerate her somewhat strict nature. She is a little....unforgiving, holds a grudge if you make a lot of mistakes, and has no tolerance for ignorance in the age of information that we all live in. In previous posts I’ve mentioned she’s only recently selected two students, after many years of testing kids who want to learn from her. Hundred tried out, only two have ever been approved. How she teaches is very fast paced, be prepared to get some scrapes and bruises, she will test your physical and emotional tolerances with intense tasks, carefully watching students like a hawk. Bad posture in your stance? She’ll be the first to tell you to sort it out. Not hearing your Pokemon partner? Right, now you spend the day without using words trying to communicate, let’s see how you like not being listened to.

This is a woman who has spent her life saying very little, and watching everything, she watches Pokemon and can see an issue from a mile off, and in battles, her observations are why she can react fast, and chose effective strategy to avoid damage and achieve results. Don’t let her body fool you, her strongest asset is analysing, watching, planning. Those skills have over the years transferred to people too. As a student, mistakes don’t go unnoticed with this professor.

Her methods are harsh but fair, and should you prove yourself, she will protect you with her life.

Because of her disinterest in kids and lots of noise, she does pass the training of students on to the other staff members whenever possible. Grey takes on the lions share of battle lessons, he is far calmer, more open and friendly, with patience for people, and an empathy that peach sometimes struggles to have. When you go through a lot of harsh training, and difficult events, it’s hard to change how you feel or think, with peach, well, she’s been through it. Most do not come out the other end in one piece, but she did, and it made her strong. You may think I mean strong like buff and big, and yeah sure she is, but I mean it mentally more than anything. Peach will not quit. She has learnt to destroy the boundaries that stop people getting hurt, gone is the fear that freezes you in your tracks, that feeling that you’ll pass out if you go one more step. She’s learnt to ignore it.

This means she’s a little forgetful at how it is to be normal, to be vulnerable and soft and squishy like students so usually are.

She has her issues, but for the most part, visitors get a laugh, a smile, a calm assertive confidence, and facts. She will indulge those who have genuine interest, or show a connection with nature, an understanding of the balance that needs to be struck for everyone to live well together.

Despite her many flaws, she’s fiercely protective, and will go above and beyond to defend the island, it’s staff, the Pokemon and the visitors. Injustice is her biggest gripe, along with littering, and she doesn’t stand by quietly if something happens that seems unfair.

You will not see her without Valka, her vulpix, close by. That Pokemon doesn’t like to be touched by strangers, at all, and will run the second someone comes at her with that intent. Peach will scold you for pushing yourself onto her, should you persistently try to get close to pet Val. They are in sync, if peach is sad, Val is sad, if Val is stressed, peach is stressed, and so on. They are inherently connected, it’s just been that long, the psychic bridge between them has been built, and reinforced over the years.

The only other Pokemon who follows her so endlessly is Booker, a teddiursa who’s pretty rough looking. He quietly trots behind, grouchy and stoic, they fight closely together a lot. He lost his mom a long time ago to poachers, and peach took him in, and changed her whole life for him. Not many people know, but Booker was the reason she left the rangers, changed career, and got so strong. Will tolerate people petting him but isn’t keen at all, grumbles a lot and tries to move away.

You may also need to know about the others, for the sake of writing, she here a few more bits that may be important to you, or others wanting to do this.

Grey is very tall, very burly, composed, tells bad dad jokes, is a bit of a goof if allowed to be. If he sees a pun, he’ll say it. Can’t help himself. Very nice guy to work with, good at keeping people calm and grounded. Pokemon are drawn to him like a moth to a flame, he gives off warm energy, and has inhuman amounts of patience. If you wrong his family however, he will snap back.

He grew up in the city, loves to swim and hike and cycle, can snowboard, is really sporty. A total brain box with held items, and boosting stats. He will explore many paths, to make sure visitors and students get the information they need, in a way that can be remembered and retained for later. Is a huge guy, but will get on the floor to play with a tiny Pokemon. Treats big “meaner” looking species like babies, very good with all pokemon.

His free time is spent either tinkering, swimming, or trimming his bonsai trees. This guy stares at screens a lot, so appreciates time away from them. Peach built him his own little greenhouse for his trees and tools, which he keeps clean and loves dearly.

His methods as a teacher are built around fun and games, he makes hard work easier to do by distracting trainers from the difficult bits, and focusing in on something more interesting or compelling.

His most commonly seen Pokemon would be a houndoom, Saxon, old battle veteran, retired now to herding and being a good boy. Very gentle, loves a pet.

Pari, now a fully fledged nurse, often oversees the labs front desk and pokecentre features, such as healing pokemon, and informing trainers who come to visit. Her skills with eggs and hatchlings is high, she’s great with younger Pokemon, and hands out good advice to trainers a lot. She’s not a fighter, never was, but can find any file, any study, any book, and any refrence you may need. A true bookworm, loves her romance novels, chat shows and upbeat celebrity gossip mags. Will cry at a lot of stuff, be it sad or happy.

She’s got a seriously upbeat personality, but if caught off guard or shocked, she gets a little flustered. Too much chaos will overwhelm her, but usually she’s on top of things. The years spent on the island have made her better at maintaining composure in emergencies. With lots of siblings, she’s very competent with others, and has a good ability to disarm cagey people with her jolly nature. Because of this, she can sometimes gain information from trainers that some of the more harsh professors may not have access to. Charming is a word for it.

Her partners are an eevee, and a happiny. They are quite sweet and well adjusted, the eevee gets a bit bouncy if you get it too excited.

#if you dont want to use the refs #im really cool with it #just enjoy yourself buddy #pokemon #prof.peach #peach talks #prof.grey #pari #dotaku island #dotaku staff #PLEASE #just ask me if you dont know something #or feel i missed something in what i wrote

[bajisbabe]

“soft” | first kiss with baji

warnings: baji and reader being unbearably awkward, baji being no good with words (weird phrasing of words), kissing.

It was just something out of the blue.

You had invited Keisuke over to study because he was brutally failing his math class—the math class you two shared together. You had tried to get someone else to tutor him since he always seemed so distracted around you. But he swore up and down that he wouldn’t learn a thing unless you taught him.

So, that’s how you ended up where you were now. This was your fifth attempt at explaining the same equation. And you had yet to notice that Baji still wasn’t paying attention. He had stopped paying attention quite some time ago, his eyes focused solely on the way your fingers mindlessly skimmed the edges of the paper (he’d bet good money that your hands were soft, they looked like they needed a good holding). How your lashes fluttered prettily as you glanced up and down the pages of the thick textbook. How your lips moved to form word after word—god, they looked so soft.

He wanted to kiss them; to kiss you—

“Baji?”

“Hmm?” He sat cross-legged beside you. Just close enough to peer over and into your lap so that he could see the textbook. His hand supported his head and he leaned onto his knee, staring at you. He blinked once, twice, three times before repeating himself, “Hmm?”

He watched as your eyebrows furrowed, your pretty lips pulling down into a frown. He subconsciously began to smile, you were just too damn cute. The slowly developing grin plastered on his face only served to anger you further.

You had just wasted the last two hours, attempting to teach him a single problem. And he hadn’t been listening at all. You were pissed.

Baji watched with wide eyes as you stood suddenly, the book toppling out of your lap. His smile ceased as he jumped to his feet, hands reaching to grab your wrists; to stop you from leaving. You twisted and turned, trying to avoid being caught, but he bested you easily. His large hands wrapped around your wrists as he ducked his head to get a better look at your face. You defiantly turned your head the best you could, but he could still see the miserable expression painted on your face.

He could tell you were frustrated. But he could hardly focus on that when his heart was beating rapidly all of a sudden. You were even cuter up close. You felt his grip tighten. And you turned to him, ready to give him hell for wasting your time.

But before you could, he planted a quick, soft kiss on your lips. You pulled back, eyes wide with shock as you gazed at him in utter confusion. Since when did Keisuke Baji like you?

Baji pulled back too, calmly watching your expression before his eyes began to flicker down to your lips once more. And when he saw how you stood frozen in place, he leaned forward. Stealing another kiss yet again.

But this time, it was different, it was long and simmering. And you caught a hint of tongue as his darted out to wet his lips momentarily. He slowly pulled away again, eyelids heavy, hands slipping away as he came to stand nonchalantly before you.

Your face was hot, expression unreadable as it flashed between annoyance and confusion. Your body still frozen, shoulders hunched and arms hovering awkwardly in the air. “You...why did you do that?” You meant for your words to come out a lot meaner, but you were barely above a whisper.

Baji shrugged, still eyeing your lips intently as he licked his own again. “I dunno,” he said quietly. “It just...it looked like it would feel good...in your mouth.”

Now, your face was ablaze. But it seems Baji was over it already as he plopped down, dropping to the floor with a dull thud. He yanked the hair tie off of his wrist and tied his hair up into a ponytail with ease, setting the previously dropped textbook into his lap.

“Okay, I’m ready. You can teach me now.” When he noticed that you weren’t moving, he waved his hand around. “Hellooooo? Are you going to tutor or do I have to kiss you again—”

Baji had never seen you move so quickly. You immediately dropped into a sitting position. But this time, you sat across from him instead of beside him. He pouted slightly because of it. But when you began to speak, you had left your hand on the table that separated the two of you. He glanced over at you, noticing how you so desperately attempted to ignore him by reading through the chapter as fast as you could. You didn’t see it coming when his hand fell over yours.

He noticed that you didn’t move away, simply looking somewhat embarrassed before continuing with your speed reading. He bit back a smile as he rearranged his hand, intertwining your fingers with his. He was holding your hand; you were holding his hand.

And exactly like he thought, your hands were immensely soft.

#baji x reader #tokyo revengers x reader #baji keisuke x reader #baji keisuke #tokyorev x reader #tokyo manji gang

[chocoshrooms]

Kagekao Hc?

:: KAGEKAO GENERAL HEADCANONS ::

• i do not own the above image •

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:; one of the biggest jokesters to be around. even if you are his friend, you are not exempt from his teasing or elaborate pranks

:; however i do see him being polite when someone first meets him! he has to get a feel of who you are as a person before he decides what prank he will pull on you. (the meaner you are, the bigger the prank)

:; for example, he does not enjoy jeff's company very much. jeff has been through hell and back trying to survive the things kage has put him through yet kage still does not let up one bit since jeff continues to be an a*shole to everyone

:; but! if kage likes you he will most likely show you through gift giving. he will bring you any treat or small treasure if he knows you will like it. but do not think the gift was not stolen. he is a thief!

:; i would put an age on kage but technically he is a demon so he could be a good hundred years old yet still look young

:; and, since he is a demon, i hc him to be a little over 6ft, just like eyeless jack. they are both very tall and very strong boys. but unlike jack, kagekao does know his own strength and will use it to his advantage. please do not try to one up him, he will show off and definitely embarrass himself by doing so

:; kagekao can defy gravity by walking up walls and or standing on ceilings, it is just a demon thing. he often does this to enhance his pranks or to scare victims

:; he is always seen wearing his mask and his hoodie over his head but on rarer occasions where he is seen without both, i hc him with longish black hair, sharp teeth, and silvery-white eyes. his skin is also the same shade of grey like jack’s

:; the eyes of his mask glow and he usually keeps his signature scarf around his neck unless if it gets stolen by one of the other creeps for a couple days 

:; he is actually a great friend and very talkative once you get to know him. he has done many, many things in his life and will tell you everything about himself before you even get a chance to speak. he loves to talk and sometimes talks so much that he will speak japanese in between without realizing which can confuse you sometimes 

:; would also love to teach you the different language if you are up for it, and will definitely cuss people out or make smart remarks to them if they do not understand the language he is speaking 

:; if he happened to have an SO, they would be called cute nicknames in japanese 

:; i hc him to be all over the place rather than living in one spot. if you like the mansion hc then i do not believe he would live there. he would most likely live in an abandoned apartment complex but still rooms in the mansion from time to time when duty calls

:; his room would be pretty bland, not much in it since he would only use the space for relaxing or sleeping in but his apartment would be more detailed and decorated. he is a very clean and neat demon and of course has a cabinet full of his favorite wine

:; will ask if you would like a glass of wine if you come over and would enjoy watching a movie with you and or eating dinner together 

:; has a weird connection with eyeless jack. almost like he hates him but at the same time is not bothered by him. everyone thinks it is just a demon thing that has to do with dominance but neither kage or jack speaks on it

:; i also hc ben to be a demon but kage is not bothered by him as much as jack. maybe it’s because jack and him are more similar? idk. the creeps like to think it’s because ben is a smaller demon and jack is more intimidating and quiet

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i did general headcanons but if you would like something more specific, you're welcome to ask more! :) he is one of my favs but not many people write about him.

#kagekao #kagekao headcanon #creepypasta #creepypasta headcanon #cp headcanons #kage

[sullustangin]

The Expendables

A brief ditty about three kill options (and I kept it under 1500 words!). 

Post-KotET

“All right. You go get your stuff, and I’ll keep an eye on the ship.”

Arcann nodded, silently, as he opened the shuttle door and jumped out onto the landing pad on top of the palace at the heart of Zakuul.

Annnnd that left Koth, with Senya, waiting.  “You aren’t going with him?”

Senya looked out of the viewport at the traffic that moved below them.  “I took my possessions with me when I left his father.  There’s nothing for me here.”

“Ok.”  Koth drummed his fingers on the dashboard.  It wasn’t out of nerves -- not anymore.  He was impatient.  He didn’t want to be here.  He loved Zakuul.. but his home wasn’t on this planet.  Wasn’t anywhere yet, to be honest.  He was only here because Lana asked him to do her a favor. 

Both Koth and Senya knew what that favor really was. 

“Maybe you can help hurry him along? Grab a bag, make a suggestion...?”  Koth gestured toward the door.

Senya shook her head.  “He needs his privacy.  The Alliance has watched him very closely since he arrived -- which I understand!” Senya said a bit quicker and louder than necessary.  “I just want to give him a few moments alone with his thoughts.”  She cast a look at the door that led down into the residence.  “You know, they’re turning this place into a museum.  And a mall.”

Koth leaned back in his seat.  “Well, finally gives people a chance to see what their taxes paid for over the last few centuries.”

Senya sat on the edge of her seat, constantly looking over at where her son had disappeared.  

Koth sighed, loudly.

“Could you --?”

“You just don’t want to catch him getting his girlie holo collection.”

Senya huffed, then withdrew slightly.  “I-I-I don’t know if he has girlie holos... or boy-ie holos.  I left before he ... went through those changes.”  Senya’s shame was laced through the sentence.  She was never going to forgive herself for leaving, was she.

“Well, he clearly likes girls, at least, since that’s why I’m here.”  Koth looked over at Senya.  “You let Arcann try to ask the Captain out or something, and now I’m here because Lana doesn’t want Spy Guy letting Arcann accidentally, mysteriously fall off a building.”

Senya pressed her lips together before replying.  “War -- conflict makes and breaks relationships.  I didn’t know how permanent --”

“Woman, your son threw his kinda sorta girlfriend into a freezer for five years.  He didn’t get over it. And now you let Arcann make a move?  You’re lucky Theron kept that to himself instead of telling the Wookiee.  You wanna see paternal panic?  Lord.”  Bowdaar was awesome, and Koth would have him serving on the Gravestone if he didn’t know the big guy wouldn’t stand being parted from Eva, his captain. 

Senya closed her eyes, and for a split second, Koth thought he’d made her cry and that was soooo NOT HIS INTENT.  Koth’s internal panic was quelled when she spoke, more tired and frustrated than tearful.  “It was the first time he expressed any positive interest in anyone that wasn’t me or his siblings.  So many years since he... Since he wasn’t trying to get revenge or best a rival in combat or play politics.  Maybe he was too awkward and came on too strong -- but I didn’t want to discourage that the first positive impulse he’d had in over ten years.”  

Koth tipped his forehead forward to rest on the piloting controls of the shuttle. He’d spent years blaming Arcann for the downfall of Zakuul. Knowing that it was the old emperor playing everyone made him hate Arcann less, but... it was honestly mindblowing to watch the guy hit ‘reply all’ to a Odessen holonet announcement to ask about how to do laundry. It proved how disconnected Arcann had been from reality all these years. 

(Lana made Koth help, once she knew via securiy holo that he’d literally been sitting next to Arcann as he’d done it.)

Arcann needed a friend to clean out his old apartment.  Well, the Force, Providence, the Galaxy, Lana -- they all moved in mysterious ways that had led Koth here. 

He unbuckled his seatbelt.

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Koth found Arcann standing in the remains of a bedroom.  It had been blasted to shreds, the contents of every chest, every drawer scattered everywhere.  A fire had kindled on the bed for awhile before dying out.  Koth let out a low whistle, which caught Arcann’s attention.  “Vaylin redecorated in my absence.”

Koth stifled a laugh.  Arcann had a dry wit that came out when he wasn’t brooding or being clueless about normal people life. “She leave you anything?”

“A few things.”  Arcann held up an old carved box.

Koth recognized it as one of those multi-dimensional chess sets that only the richest people could afford.  “Anything I can do to help?”  Koth offered.

Arcann motioned around the room.  “If you find something not broken, let me know.”  The former ruler turned his scarred side in Koth’s direction.  “That might only be yourself.” 

A dry wit with a heavy dose of self-hate. 

The two men sifted through the remains of the room.  Koth managed to find one or two datapads that escaped Vaylin’s wrath.  Arcann pulled some clothes out of his closet -- all whites and blacks.  Maybe they could get the smoke damage out back at base. 

As Koth straightened up and cracked his back, he heard Arcann say, “She let me live because it infuriated my father.”

“Huh?”

“He told her to kill me.  So many times.  Even as she took the throne -- you know what she said to him?”

Koth hadn’t asked anyone what happened at the time.  He just sat in the ship, gazing down at Zakuul as all the lights blinked back on as people emerged from hiding and the darkness.

“She told him she’d give the throne back to me, just to spite him, if he didn’t shut his mouth.”

Koth smiled openly now.  “That sounds like Eva, all right.”  His grin waned slightly as he saw Arcann standing there, torn between laughing and ... not laughing at all.  “Well, at least you know she hates you less than your old man.”

“I’m alive because of her spite.  It... it hadn’t occurred to me that wasn’t the best basis for... companionship.. until after...” 

Koth read Arcann like a damn holonovel -- captains knew how to do that for the safety of their ship, getting a quick assessment in just a few glances.  “You went back after she gave you the brush off.  And she got meaner about it.  Told you--”

“Agent Shan’s presence in her ship after hours also bolstered the fact she hadn’t spared me out of any affection.” 

Koth cringed. “Arcann, you gotta give up on her or else she will kill you.  Or he will. Or Bowdaar.  Or the rest of her crew, now that they’re back with her.  She’s got a lot of people who aren’t afraid of going to jail for her.” 

And Koth was one of them, if he was honest.  Technically, he’d go to jail for Lana after Lana killed someone for her. 

Arcann exhaled through his nose.  “She didn’t kill me at the ball, so I assumed she --”  His throat bobbed as he stared around his old room one last time, balling up the smoke-infested garments and tucking them under his arm.  “I only knew love and hate.  There was no mercy.  There was never an in-between.  Nobody was permitted to live unless they were a stalwart ...Nothing was neutral or grey.  There was just white and black.”  He looked down at his clothes.  “I have much to learn.”

Arcann dropped the white and black clothes.  As he started to let the chess set slip from his hands, Koth darted over, easily intercepting the small chest before it hit the floor.  “Hey, the wardrobe needs an update.  But... you’ll find someone good to play with on Odessen, someday.”  Koth grasped the chest one-handed and braced it against his chest to make sure he didn’t drop it.  “For now, you’ll have to settle for teaching my impatient self.”

Arcann smiled, slightly. 

#swtor #swtor fan fiction #arcann #arcann tirall #senya #senya tirall #koth vortena

[ashintheairlikesnow]

Paul Higgs: Baby Daze

Tomorrow I will return you to your regularly scheduled whump programming. Today... this is what wanted to be written.

CW: Teen pregnancy, some crass language surrounding said pregnancy, brief gun reference, some organized crime references

Approximately eighteen years before Tristan Higgs became another casualty of WRU…

-

"Well, look who’s here! Billy Higgs’s boy, come to see us after school, then?" Sean Malley claps him on the back and Paul nearly stumbles forward, just barely catching himself as he crosses the threshold from the sun-warmed walkway with straggly weeds growing stubbornly up through the cracks into the chilly shadowed warehouse. His sneakers scrape along the ground, but he stays standing.

He's hardly even as big as a stick compared to his dad's work buddies, all older guys with thick muscled forearms and sleeves rolled up to their elbows. He’s never had much muscle on him at all, but then his dad didn’t have much in old photos either. Maybe he’d get some as he got older, if he worked here. If they let him. "How’s things, hm? Keeping your grades up?”

Paul smiles, a slightly strained expression. The smile is automatic, it’s what everyone expects with small talk. At school he mostly doesn’t even bother with it, but with his dad’s friends… well, a smile’s polite. Right? Friendly. 

He tries to look more friendly. He needs them to say yes to what he’s about to ask for.

“They’re fine,” He says, squinting as his eyes adjust to the change in light. “Same as always, A’s and B’s.”

Mostly B’s, but they don’t need to know that.

“Good, good.” Sean slides an arm around his shoulders, jovial as always. Paul tries not to be visibly uncomfortable at the touch. Everyone is always touchy, in the world, and he’s never liked it much. Except with Ronnie, but… that’s different. “So, talk to us, Paulie. What's got Billy’s boy mucking around here at the Garden with the old-timers?" 

It's not actually much of a garden, unless you count the dandelions in the sidewalks and the bits of scraggly grass along the edges of the pavement as your rows of plants. Instead, the big warehouse stretches wider than two Walmarts, chopped off into pieces by the standalone temporary walls inside that don't reach the ceiling. 

The ‘Garden’ is a place where things happen that no one with a badge is ever supposed to see. There's shouting, good-natured calling out of sums and figures and code words Paul doesn't know, bouncing and echoing in a constant chaos of sound. Metal scrapes, an odd clicking Paul vaguely recognizes but can’t quite place until he thinks of his dad cleaning his guns now and then at night, carefully putting them back together once he’s done. 

All that noise lays heavy like a blanket over his skin. He pushes past it - he's got a reason to be here, and he won't let Ronnie down. He can’t let her down.

"I'm here to work," He says, going for strong and loud. He doesn't change expression when the men around him laugh. 

He doesn't think their laughter is meant to be unkind, and besides, he doesn't really care if it is. These men have all known him since he was born - if anyone’s going to give him what he needs, it’ll be them. "My dad told me I could pick up some shifts this weekend as a lookout, that you pay cash at the end of the shift, right away. That I could get a couple hundred if I’m good at it, maybe five if I do some running, too.”

"Oh he said that, did he?" Sean meets eyes with Cilly, whose real name Paul has never learned. He isn’t entirely sure anyone here has ever given him their real legal name. Not even Sean. "Will might've let the family know first before he sent his boy here, hm? 

"Well, it's. It's important I get cash. Um. Fast. I just spoke to him, probably he'll call you in a bit thinking he's giving you a warning." Paul tries for another smile, and hopes it's warm enough. A bit of coppery strawberry blond hair falls over his green eyes as he looks hopefully from man to man. 

He's not even eighteen yet, but really, isn't that even better for a lookout? He knows where they do their business, he knows who to watch for, and he doesn’t look like he’s one of them at all. He's paid attention, sat up at night making maps of where they work and what they do. He knows they’ve gotten into business with WRU, even, the big Facility up in Berras has been sending people down here now and then. He’s good at this sort of thing. He knows he can do this. He’s going to make a living at this one day, and everyone starts somewhere.

He just… has to convince them. These men aren't unreasonable, and they're family. Well, sort of. In a way. In that they all commit crimes with his dad. And some of them actually are real family, although he’s not always sure exactly who.

"What d'you need cash for that can't wait for your parents to come back from Florida, then?" That's Cilly, scratching idly at a red spot on his face, sipping a mug of hot tea like they're at a kitchen counter and not a fold-out table by a warehouse door. The others all have takeout coffee cups, but not Cilly. 

Paul's mom buys him new mugs on all her vacations. A gentleman among thieves, she said once. 

Nah, Paul's dad had said. Just a thief. But he puts on airs for you. 

All the more reason to show him my appreciation, Bill. 

The mug he’s drinking from now was one of Paul’s mom’s presents to him. It has a little palmetto tree on the side and Nothin’ Could Be Finer written in swirling script. It came from a trip to Myrtle Beach, South Carolina when Paul was seven. 

He hated that trip. He never liked sand. Or the ocean. Or the noise of all the people everywhere in the street. He would have been happy with a book on the couch in the condo if they’d have let him stay there. 

"They're not in-"

"Think they're in Georgia," Conor pipes up, the oldest with hair gone nearly gray, cousins to the real boss, a man Paul has met maybe three times and knows only as Mr. Sondheim - which isn’t even a little bit his actual name. 

Conor makes Paul’s skin prickle, the way he thinks maybe a cat feels when it sees a mean-looking dog across the street. Paul's dad came home once with blood he had to wash off his hands and a shirt he had to throw out. When Paul asked, he said only, Conor's temper is going to get someone who matters killed one day. Too bad his grandson's as bad as he is. "Aren't they?"

"Nah," Sean says, shaking his head. "Florida. Definitely Florida."

"Actually," Paul starts. "They're in-"

"I thought Texas," Cilly says, almost thoughtful. He interrupts Paul thoughtlessly, and Paul’s face colors a little with embarrassment. He feels like the odd man out in a conversation meant to be about him. 

"They went to Alabama," Paul finally says, soft. Thinking no one’s listening, but they all look at him then. That's worse than when they weren't paying attention at all. He never meets any one person's eyes, instead focusing on Sean Malley's forehead, a spot that'll look like eye contact without having to be it. He's never liked having to look too many people in the eye. 

Or anyone, actually. 

"Ah, all right then. Alabama. Well. What couldn't wait for them to get back from Alabama, Paulie-Wol?"

No one's called him Paulie-Wol since he was eleven - and he hated it then. He blushes even darker. He's always been easy to make blush, and they laugh again. It's a little meaner this time. He has to not care. It’s important not to care, so they’ll let him work. 

Paul Higgs straightens his narrow shoulders and pulls a crumpled but of paper, shiny on one side, out from his back pocket. "This is why. I need money. Fast. For this."

He can't help how his voice dips, hushed, almost in awe. Sean is the first to take the little piece of paper, eyes widening in surprise at what he sees, before he hands it to Conor, who whistles through his teeth. Cilly takes it next, with a soft exhalation that's either curse or prayer. 

With this group, it could be either. Or both. Paul’s dad always says God doesn’t care overmuch about the difference.

"You're a bit young, aren't you? To need money for this?" Sean asks, and he's… concerned, Paul thinks, and he tries to square himself up even taller. “What’re you, Paulie, fifteen?”

"S-seventeen. It’s-... we didn’t plan on it, Sean, it just happened." This time when his face stays red, heat burning under the smattering of freckles across his cheeks and nose, they don't laugh. All their smiles are gone, too.

They've gone serious, these men who aren't quite blood but might as well be. They aren't laughing at or with or because of him. They look worried about him.

"Paulie," Conor says, shaking his head. "Paulie, you know better than this. Don't they teach you how to make sure this shit don't just happen? Thought we’d stop having teenagers knocking each other up once we got past the eighties.”

"They did. I had a whole health class where we-... but it doesn’t matter, it still. Happened, okay?" The absolute last thing he wants to do is talk to these old guys about Ronnie, and why, and when. If they ask him he’ll melt into the floor, and die, and just be dead right here and now.  

“So, when you say you need money… Are you looking to drive her up to Berras?”

“No, that’s not... We talked about it, but she said she already thought about it and made her decision. This isn’t… Don’t look at me like that. I like her decision. I’m happy.”

“You are?” Sean blinks, surprised.

“Yes! I'm happy, so don't tell me I fucked up, because I did. I know I did, but… but I talked to Ronnie, and we have a whole plan and I need money for my plan. And just. Look at it.”

Sean glances back down, taking the paper back, smoothing it out. Shiny on one side, it's a printed black and white image, a smeary blur of monochrome shades. Unmistakable in its center, more or less, is a gently rounded blob of white, topped with another and with other little blobs coming off its sides. Labeled along the top is Baby Botham, 14 weeks 3 days. 

“Botham?” Sean asks, head cocked to one side.

“That’s… that’s Ronnie’s last name. She, uh. She didn’t tell them… Because we’re not married.” Paul squares himself up again. “Yet. We’re not married yet.”

He tries not to think about Ronnie crying on his shoulder about how her parents and her sister had screamed at her when she told them, that no one was talking to her and they might throw her out, like this. His throat will close up if he does, in hurt for her, and in anger. 

His own parents he’d just told on the phone today, heard the long silence on the other end. Whispers that didn’t quite carry through the line. Then his mother had said, brisk and no-nonsense as always, So what does Ronnie want to do? We’ll help however we can. Will she need somewhere to stay?

“You’re not married yet,” Cilly repeats, not with derision, just with a kind of flat uncertainty. “You’re seventeen, Paulie. Little young to be talking marriage, don’t you think?”

“Well, we’re talking it, anyway,” Paul says firmly. “And don’t tell me it’s stupid. We already made our minds up.”

“Well, far be it for me to question your judgement,” Sean deadpans. “Since you’re clearly making excellent decisions already-”

“I got married at sixteen,” Conor points out. “Wife and I been married forty-two years this December, too. Sometimes it works out.”

“Different world, different times,” Cilly counters, and Conor has to nod in agreement to that. “Lots of those didn’t work out either, now did they? Besides, kids got options now we didn’t have back then.”

“Ronnie doesn’t want those other options,” Paul says, forcing his voice to be loud enough to carry, surprising all three men, who give him a new kind of look. Maybe even seeing him as nearly a man and not a kid, just for the moment. “She doesn’t. I never told her to do or not do anything, we talked about it, and she knows what she wants to do, and I agree with her. Ronnie and I want to get married, and we’ll need somewhere we can live when-... when the baby comes. So I need to start making money. And I want-... I need some fast, this weekend.”

Cilly’s expression goes cold. “Don’t tell me your folks are making you find a place that fast. I’ll take Billy to the woodshed myself if he’d be such a bastard to his own kid when things get tough-”

“He’s not,” Paul says quickly. “They’re not. Mom and Dad aren’t-... but they get it, they’re helping us. It’s not for an apartment, not yet. It’s so I can buy her some stuff.”

"This is a serious thing," Sean says, and he rubs his thumb over what Paul is pretty sure is his baby's head. The blobs are all sort of odd to look at, but… he's pretty sure that one's the head. It’s where he would put the head, if he were designing a person, anyway. "But I can see you’re quite the serious young man, now. What sort of stuff are you lookin’ to buy, Paulie?" 

Paul swallows, nervously rubbing his palms along the seems on the outside of his pants. “I… I don’t know. What do you buy someone who’s pregnant? I thought, like, baby clothes? Or a crib?”

“No, no, no.” Sean shakes his head. “You can’t just get her baby stuff, not this early. You are not starting with a crib, Paulie. You got nowhere to even put one yet.”

“Then… what do I buy?” Paul looks from man to man. “I’ve never known a pregnant person before, not anyone I cared about.”

“You were around for my wife’s last pregnancy,” Sean says, mildly offended.

Paul shrugs. 

The three older men look at each other, and then sigh nearly as one. Someone pushes out the fourth chair from the fold-up table and Paul sits, each of the other men sitting in turn. Sean picks up his phone and dials. “Hey, Don. Let everybody know we’re off-limits for the next couple hours, ‘til lunch. Yeah, Billy Higgs’s boy stopped by. He’s sniffing around for some lookout work this weekend. Find him some decent jobs for me, will you?”

Paul starts to smile, and it’s genuine this time. Sean hands him back the little picture of the blob that will become a baby, his and Ronnie’s baby, and he tries not to crumble it fully in his hands, worried his sweat will smear the ink. She’ll get another one in a few weeks, said her doctor told her it’ll look more like a person, then. Less like a weird frog. Or like a really, really bad painting.

“Thanks, I’ll owe you.” Sean hangs up the phone and grins, leaning on his elbows on the wobbly little table. The sun shines warmly through the open warehouse doors on Paul’s back. “All right. Between the three of us, we’ve got, what, ten kids?”

“Yeah, but five of those are all Cilly’s,” Conor points out. “And mine stopped bein’ kids decades ago.”

“Yeah, but babies don’t change, and they don’t need much. You need a pen and paper to write things down, Paulie?”

“Write… write what down?” 

“What you’re gonna spend your money on, for your girlfriend. You don’t just show up with baby clothes, kid, you gotta go all out. Let’s talk date, let’s talk gifts for this Ronnie, let’s talk it all out.”

“What to Expect When You’re Expecting,” Cilly says. “They all get that book, right? Isn’t that the one?”

Sean snorts, derisive. “Don’t get her that, not this early. That damn book had my wife in fucking tears telling her everything that could go wrong. We need to think of a happier book than that.”

“Well, call your wife and ask her what she’d want, then.”

“Maybe I will.”

“You should!”

“She’s liable to start planning a damn baby shower if I do. You know how Christa is about little ones.”

Cilly grins. “Think she’ll make those deviled eggs I like for the shower?”

“Cilly, for God’s sake, we found out about this five minutes ago.”

“Right, but... deviled eggs.”

Paul takes a deep breath, and sits back in his chair. “I’ll remember, whatever you say. I promise. I don’t need to write it down. Just tell me what I should get her, what I should do.”

“Right. Well, then.” Sean spreads his hands. “Let’s talk gifts.”

-

Tagging: @burtlederp , @finder-of-rings , @endless-whump , @whumpfigure , @astrobly @newandfiguringitout , @doveotions , @pretty-face-breaker , @gonna-feel-that-tomorrow @boxboysandotherwhump  , @oops-its-whump  @cubeswhump ,  @whump-tr0pes  @downriver914 @vickytokio @whumpiary @orchidscript @moose-teeth @nonsensical-whump

#original fiction #chris the strawberry blond romantic #paul higgs #ronnie higgs #the past #a very special flashback episode #teen pregnancy tw #mob stuff #brief gun reference #fluff #honestly I just wanted to explore Paul as a character because you don't see much inside his head or get much of a feel for him #writing #writeblr #whumpblr #bbu #box boy universe

[squadrablog]

ok I've joined the Ghiaccio hype train, could I request a Ghiaccio fic with a reader who doesn't like sudden loud noises and will definitely cry if you yell at them? they're really intimidated by Ghiaccio but they're comfortable with the rest of La Squadra, so he's struggling to be a good team member to someone who's always nervous around him. feel free to make it romantic or platonic, your writing is amazing!! 💕💕

Here you are! With the stuff I ended up focusing on I thought that shoehorning a romance in would feel weird, so I focused more on exploring the beginnings of a platonic friendship with him. Lots of awkward Ghiaccio and miscommunication but it all ends up good. :^)

Ghiaccio & Reader (platonic, gender neutral)

Ao3 Mirror Here.

Word Count: 3921

Warnings: Reader has childhood trauma w/ loud noises, not gone into in depth. Assassination job implied but doesn’t happen in text.

Under cut for length!

The last thing you saw yourself doing with your life was becoming an assassin, but here you were. You were a tough kid, scrappy and resourceful when it came down to it, but only because you had to be to get by. You always thought you’d eventually leave that old life behind. The gunshots echoing into the night from rival mafias squaring off to claim the neighborhood you lived in as their territory. The shouts from the man who took you in when you had nowhere else to go, only to berate you when you failed to pick enough pockets to meet his quotas. The way the older and meaner children would torment you, taunt and deride you, whenever you let your vulnerability show.

And you had, more or less, left those parts of it behind at least. When you joined Passione as a last ditch effort to survive you were given a sense of stability that you had never had before, and after initiation when your stand manifested as something powerful and deadly, it didn’t take too long for you to get placed into La Squadra di Esecuzione, Passione’s team of elite assassins. 

As a stand user working with other stand users you rarely relied on guns to get your work done. You were no longer struggling to get by, and although your new Capo held his team to high standards he made sure you had ample training and was patient with you while you were still getting your footing. All your teammates were surprisingly supportive; even if they were wary of outsiders, when it came to their own family they looked out for each other.

It was a dangerous life, not without its own anxieties, but it was a much quieter life. It was a life in the shadows, with a roof over your head, with work that allowed you to use stealth and silence. Even if you couldn’t exactly say you were thrilled about being an assassin you were at least surrounded by people who genuinely cared about you now, watched over by a man who never raised his voice at you for things outside your control, and most comforting of all: you never needed to use a gun.

Not all loud noises set you off, just the ones that reminded you of the violent instability of your childhood and the cruelty of your guardian and peers. Your new teammates could get pretty noisy and spirited, but the boisterous and jovial nature of their laughter, even from their more intense teasing, was a comforting change of pace. You didn’t doubt your value or the fact they respected you.

Well, mostly. There was one teammate who was a bit harder for you to let your guard down around.

His name was Ghiaccio, and to say he was loud would be an understatement. When you first met him he had been a bit standoffish, but so were Risotto and Prosciutto. You knew it would take some time for everyone to accept you as a real part of the squad, and you were ready to be patient. But as you quietly observed everyone for those first few weeks, getting a feel for their individual personalities and their dynamics with each other, you found yourself very intimidated by Ghiaccio. He was able to pal around with the rest of them, even if he was gruff as a default, but when something upset him it was like a switch had been flipped.

He was critical of his squadmates’ performance out in the field, and he never hesitated to offer his critiques regardless of how little anyone wanted to hear them. He was critical of the way people talked, constantly nitpicking everyone’s pronunciations and word choice. He was critical of the way that chores around the house got done, judging everyone’s efforts by timeliness and thoroughness.

Everyone was able to brush him off most of the time without problem. When they actually valued what he had to say they never seemed to take the mean way he said it personally. They’d had plenty of time to get used to him and sift through the bullshit. They knew when something actually mattered to him and when something was just him blowing off steam for the sake of it. They knew when it was fair to ask him to shut up and when it was best to let him get it out of his system.

You steeled yourself as best as you could in those first few weeks, just telling yourself you needed some time to understand his quirks like the rest of your squad did, but your opinion changed immediately after your first mission with him.

“Is Prosciutto teaching you anything?” he barked out at you after you two finally managed to take out your hit. You flinched and looked away from his intense gaze. You were a bit anxious about being alone with him for the first time, and you wanted to give him your best effort to impress him, but being on so on edge caused you to make some big mistakes.

“Well?” he demanded when you said nothing. You had assumed it was a rhetorical question.

“Y-yes?” you stuttered out.

“Then you’re the one accountable for fucking up today. What the hell was that?” he asked, his question ending in something similar to a snarl.

Something that was different about working with Ghiaccio as opposed to working with the others was that he argued out loud to no one in particular about random topics that pissed him off. At first you thought he was expecting you to talk to him about how nonsensical some phrase was that Formaggio used before the two of you left, and you listened attentively, but he never gave you any room to respond. Eventually you realized he wasn’t really conversing, just yelling to yell. It was very distracting and it only made you fidget and lose focus.

“I… well…” you choked out. “It’s usually quieter… on my missions, since my stand is- well, since my stand is made for stealth and-”

“Me talking prevented you from doing your job correctly?” he asked, his eyes narrowing. You just shrunk even deeper within yourself. The last thing you wanted to do was insinuate your mistake had been his fault. There was no way that wouldn’t provoke his ire.

“N-no! You didn’t do anything wrong! It was me, I’m really sorry! It won’t happen again!” you squeaked out.

“Better not,” he grumbled sarcastically with a huff before turning to walk down the street towards his car. You followed, keeping a good distance behind him, not looking forward to the ride back to the base.

---

That had been weeks ago. While you had been doing a decent job at tolerating Ghiaccio before that mission, afterwards was a different story. You actively avoided him, checking if he was in rooms before entering, excusing yourself when he came into a room you were already in, shutting yourself in your room upstairs when you heard him start up on a rant somewhere on the main floor.

Eventually it was shamelessly (or perhaps shamefully) obvious to just about everyone.

“Dude, what happened on your mission with them?” Formaggio asked in a hushed tone one time after your footsteps had disappeared up the stairs. “They’re terrified of you.”

“How the fuck should I know? They haven’t said anything to me about it,” Ghiaccio shot back.

“Uh, yeah, duh. That’s what I’m saying. They won’t even sit in the same room as you,” Formaggio muttered.

“Yeah, I’ve noticed,” he said, scrunching up his eyebrows. “But it’s not like they talk much to begin with.”

“Are you kidding?” Illuso interjected, inserting himself into his two teammates’ conversation, much to Ghiaccio’s annoyance. “I can get them to prattle on for hours about themself. They’re a real chatterbox once you get to know them.”

“Illuso, dude, have they told you the story about their mission with Pesci down at the wharf?” Formaggio asked with a big grin.

“Fuck, I almost forgot about that,” Illuso replied with a chuckle. “What about the time where-”

“Hey! Shut up for a second,” Ghiaccio snapped. “We’re all talking about the same person, right?”

Upon being interrupted Illuso narrowed his eyes at Ghiaccio before turning to Formaggio. “It’s obviously because of Ghiaccio’s poorly controlled rage. Have you ever seen the poor thing freeze up over a gunshot before?”

“No, but I can imagine. One time I tried scaring them from behind and it took them ten whole minutes to recover,” Formaggio responded.

“I haven’t done shit to them, what possible reason do they have to be scared of me?” Ghiaccio asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Well, what happened on that mission?” Formaggio asked again.

“It was pretty standard, I killed the bastard while they assisted. They did fuck up pretty bad, which is typical during training, so I pointed it out for their benefit. Then we left,” Ghiaccio recounted. “Nothing else happened.”

Formaggio raised an eyebrow. “What did you say?”

“I don’t know! I think I asked if Prosciutto was doing his job right since they didn’t seem too confident. I asked if there was anything that might have contributed to their lackluster performance, but after thinking it over they said that it was on them.”

“Sounds pretty level headed and analytical of you,” Illuso said, stroking his chin. “Are you sure that’s how you said it?”

“Probably not in so many words, I was probably more casual about it,” Ghiaccio grumbled. “Why does it matter how I said it? What’s important is what I said.”

“Ghiaccio, your brand of casual is a few decibels above what’s average,” Illuso said.

“Not to mention the casual expletives, or the casual sarcasm,” Formaggio added. “Are you sure you didn’t casually tell them to go fuck themself without realizing it?”

“No! I mean, if I was stern with them it was in the context of training!” Ghiaccio insisted.

“Are we being trained right now? Is that why you’re yelling at us?” Illuso asked with a smirk.

“This is just how I talk!” Ghiaccio said, bringing a hand up to his temple. “Ugh, I don’t fucking know! Maybe I yelled at them? I remember being very straightforward. They seemed kind of on edge, but I just assumed that’s how they always are!” He dropped his hand and turned to look at his two teammates. “Are they really not like that on missions with you?”

“Not anymore,” Illuso said with a shrug. “At first a bit, but they’re pretty reliable now.”

“You’ve got to go slow with them. They’re easily set off, but if they know they can count on you they’re able to push through it,” Formaggio said.

“My stand is invincible and I never even let the guy near them. There’s no one better suited for watching someone’s blind spot than me,” Ghiaccio said with his hand splayed out on his chest.

“I mean, like… emotionally,” Formaggio said, scratching the back of his head. “If I was to put myself in their headspace I’d say they probably think you hate them.”

“I don’t hate them,” Ghiaccio spat loudly.

“Good! Now step two is letting them know that,” Illuso said, clapping a hand on Ghiaccio’s back, causing his glasses to slide down his nose.

Ghiaccio grumbled and pushed his glasses back up. He knew that things were weird between the two of you ever since your mission, but it never even crossed his mind it was because of something he said. Is this what Prosciutto felt like training Pesci? But even Pesci had never been avoidant or scared of Prosciutto for all the tough love that he gave him. Pesci looked up to him like an older brother.

If he was really the only one in all of La Squadra that you were uncomfortable around, then he supposed it was on him now to figure out why.

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The base was pretty quiet today, with a lot of missions landing on Risotto’s desk this week. While you were quite fond of your new teammates you liked having the common area all to yourself on a quiet evening, especially if you were curled up with a novel. When you first started living at the base it felt like a luxury, but even after you had gotten used to the quiet its novelty hadn’t worn off for you.

The sound of a key jingling at the front door had you peeking over your book. When Ghiaccio appeared framed by the living room entrance you held your breath. Hopefully he’d be going upstairs… no, it looked like he was coming into the common area. That’s okay, you could move, so you started standing up, except… he was looking right at you, heading in your direction.

“Sit down,” he said stiffly, and after a beat he added, “Please?”

“Uhh! Okay!” you said, sitting back down and bringing your book right back up to cover your face.

“Can you also, uh. Please. Put the book down?” Ghiaccio said, his voice strained to maintain a monotone and flatten out any inflection. You did as he asked, although you still couldn’t meet his eyes, and he just stared at you awkwardly.

“Uh-”

“Hello,” he said, and it left his mouth at the exact same time your muttered exclamation had. Another awkward pause.

“Hi?” you said, unsure. This wasn’t what you were expecting from your next conversation with the man, for as long as you had postponed it. You thought he’d be demanding to know why you were ignoring him, or getting on your case about being too sensitive to handle his criticism on your last mission. Maybe that was yet to come?

“You are afraid of me,” Ghiaccio stated flatly. Then perhaps he realized he wanted to ask it as a question. “Yes?”

“Oh, no, I’m…” you muttered.

“Of course you are,” he said quickly, cutting you off before you could mumble out an excuse. You got pretty embarrassed by that, but you swallowed and moved your eyes up to gauge his expression. He didn’t look angry, but he looked hyper focused to the point of distress. His lips were pressed together tightly as if he was trying to hold back from speaking again.

“I’m sorry,” you said.

“For being scared of me?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. He was being sarcastic again, wasn’t he?

“No, I… I mean… I’m sorry for,” you started, trying to think of something legitimate to actually be sorry about. “For fucking up on the mission.”

“Did fucking up on the mission really bother you that much?” he said. Not only were you stupid for fucking up the mission, but you were also stupid for letting it bother you for so long! What did he want you to say?

“No, I mean…”

But Ghiaccio cut you off with a long loud exhale. “Look, I’m not great at this kind of thing. I understand that I make you anxious, and I understand that for whatever reason it’s hard for you to talk to me, but I really can’t understand what people say unless they drop all the bullshit.” When you frowned and looked away he tried again. “Not bullshit, fuck, uh. No, not fuck... It’s just that. I need you to say exactly what you mean. I can’t tell what people are thinking unless they make it… easy for me.”

You looked back at him. Whatever he was here to talk about with you, he was trying very hard not to raise his voice. The way he was talking to you was too stilted to be anything but intentional. If he was doing this for your sake, then you would try to meet him halfway. You took a moment to think, to choose what you wanted to say carefully.

“I don’t do well with loud noises. I also… take things very personally. I’ve been worrying that you…” You took another second before committing. “...Hate me.”

He pressed his lips in a thin line again as some noise tried to escape his throat, perhaps an instinctive denial. “What about me makes you think that?”

“Well… you seemed pretty disappointed in me after the mission.”

“I was checking in with you. I wanted to make sure Prosciutto was properly training you.”

You raised an eyebrow. “But… but you sounded really angry and sarcastic.”

Ghiaccio closed his eyes and thought about that for a second. “I probably was angry, but not at you. You just fucked up on something so basic that I had to wonder if Prosciutto was actually teaching you anything useful.”

“That’s… not how you said it though,” you said, feeling defensive. “I… I know I did something dumb… but I’ve never messed up with my stand like that before. It was different on that mission.”

“Me talking to myself?” Ghiaccio asked. He had been fixating over what he said to you at the end of that mission for days now, trying to remember all the details. He recalled how you had started with one explanation, but you quickly retracted it.

“You were… so angry the entire mission,” you complained. “Everyone else is quiet on missions with me because my stand is better suited to it.”

“It wasn’t a stealth mission,” Ghiaccio countered. “We were using your stand for something different. I wasn’t even talking to you.”

“I know!” you groaned. “You weren’t trying to distract me, but when things get too loud I…”

“But you took it back. You said it wasn’t me,” Ghiaccio said, leaning forward. His voice had risen just a little, but when he noticed how you reacted to that he tensed up.

“I took it back because I was afraid of upsetting you!” you said, leaning back into the couch as far as you could. “Because when I brought it up… you were mean about it… so I took it back! I thought you were trying to tell me it was my fault, so I took the blame like I thought you wanted!”

“I was… I was asking for clarification! If I did something that caused you to fuck up then I want to know that I did so we can talk about it!” He was clenching his fists to keep his upward inflections from becoming full-blown yelling.

“None of that came across!” you complained. “Like… maybe you technically said those things, but the way you said made it come across completely different!”

“What about you? Now you’re telling me that you meant something completely different from the things you actually said to me!?”

“I-I… but I was obviously upset! I was obviously just trying to appease you!”

“How was it obvious? I thought you were upset because you fucked up! No one likes fucking up!”

“Yeah, no kidding!” You realized at this point that your own voice was starting to rise, which was making Ghiaccio raise his to match yours, and you took a deep breath before speaking calmly again. “I was upset because I was afraid.”

It was quiet again for a little while until Ghiaccio broke the silence.

“Being mean and angry comes really easy to me,” he said, running his fingers through his curls. “Even when I don’t realize it, I still am. Even if I think I’m being reasonable, people misunderstand. I’ve been so used to the others actually being able to take it that I forgot how bad it was.” He scratched at his head a bit. “I also have a hard time telling how loud I actually am until someone points it out.”

You sat there for a moment, soaking that in, before you gave a small amused huff with a half-smile on your face. “I’m not great with loud noises because of what they mean to me. Gunshots remind me of a time when I wasn’t safe… but I can protect myself now, and I have other people who will protect me too. But yelling reminds me of… how I was never good enough for anyone.” You tapped your fingers on the cover of the book on your lap and shrugged.

“I hear from the others that you’re really skilled and reliable on missions,” Ghiaccio said. “I didn’t see that from you when we worked together, but maybe that’s because I was the one who fucked up.”

“But you didn’t...” you started.

“I fucked up by not meeting you where you were at. You’re new. I don’t know you, I don’t know what you’re like. If we had talked beforehand, if I had worked with you, then you probably wouldn’t have made that mistake. I was taking the lead on that mission, it was my job to train you to use your stand in an unfamiliar circumstance. I use missions to get out all the shit that makes me angry, since I don’t need to stay quiet. You don’t work like that. You had no idea what I was yelling for. I never told you how I do things, I just expected you to brush it off like everyone else does.”

You blinked a few times. You had been pretty quick to blame yourself for your own shortcomings, but hearing him say that really recontextualized that entire mission experience.  You might have fucked up, but it was now obvious that he did not hold it against you. “That’s surprisingly self-aware of you.”

He rolled his eyes and set his elbow on the couch’s armrest, plopping his head on his fist. “You don’t know me either. I’m more than a raving heartless bastard. Stuff like this… not understanding why other people think the way they do, or what I’m doing wrong… it really fucks me up. I don’t hate you. You’re a part of my family now and I genuinely want to help you get stronger. I’m sorry if I hurt you.”

Ghiaccio was nothing like you thought. He was actually really sensitive and introspective. You could tell it was hard for him to confront you like this, almost as hard as it was for you to be confronted. You appreciated that he wanted to put in the effort to have a relationship with you.

“Thank you Ghiaccio. And I’m sorry I avoided you instead of trying to talk about it like this.” You reached over and placed your hand on his shoulder with a gentle smile. He seemed taken aback by the contact, but he relaxed after a moment.

“Are we… good?” he huffed out.

“I think so!”

He let out one long exhale that seemed to go on forever. “Thank fuck,” he muttered, before turning to look at you. “Goddamn it, sorry.”

“It’s not the swearing that bothers me,” you clarified. “It’s the intention behind it. You’re… uh… fucking good, my dude.”

He let out a snort at the awkward way you said that before bringing his hand up to cover his face, looking away in embarrassment.

“Aw, no, that was cute,” you assured him, which only made it worse.

“Well, if we’re done here then I’m heading to bed,” he said, and you glanced at the clock in the living room. It had gotten pretty late. He stood up and started walking towards the stairs.

“We have a mission together again this weekend, right?” you asked, and he looked at you over his shoulder.

“Yeah,” he confirmed.

“I’m looking forward to it,” you said with as much enthusiasm as you could muster. And you meant it. “Goodnight!”

“...Night,” he said, before he disappeared around the corner.

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[vannahfanfics]

A Queen and Her King Part II

Before you read, here’s Part I!

Category: Mild Romantic Fluff, Friendship Fluff

Fandom: Kingdom Hearts

Characters: Sora, Kairi, Riku

Hello, everyone! Here’s my second story for Day 3 of @sokaiweek​, this time for the prompt “Treasured Memories”! “A Queen and Her King” was just too cute not to follow up, so I hope everyone likes this story about how Sora and Kairi recall the cute little wedding years later! :)

Sora flopped onto his belly with a happy sigh, snuggling into the quilts and pillows lining the floor. He grimaced as something sharp poked him in the stomach, and he wiggled about until he pulled out one of Kairi’s stuffed animals, a teddy bear with a hard plastic nose. Shrugging, he cuddled it to his chest and settled back down into the little nest he’d made on Kairi’s floor. 

“Man, it’s been forever since we’ve had a slumber party, huh?” Sora grinned, and Riku snorted from his spot in his sleeping bag. It was much neater than Sora’s mess of blankets and pillows, but Sora thought he was just being boring. Sora tossed a rabbit plush at him, but to his chagrin, Riku batted it away without even turning his face away from the manga he was reading. It was one of Kairi’s shoujos, but he was super into it— or maybe it was just because he hadn’t read manga in nearly two years and just wanted something to read.

“It’s a little weird when we’re our age, honestly,” Riku said, finally shutting the book and setting it to the side. He rested his hands behind his head and stared up at the ceiling, which was littered with those plastic glow-in-the-dark stars that were kinda tacky but lowkey awesome. Feeling Sora’s pout, Riku turned to smirk at him. “I mean, look at us. It’s kinda creepy that we’re in a nest of sheets and teddy bears.” 

“I think you’re just a grumpus and I do not appreciate this attack on my good vibes,” Sora simpered with a waggle of his head, and Riku’s smirk quickly morphed into a disgusted frown. 

“Please stop picking up slang from Hayner. I’m very convinced he’s teaching you stuff that definitely is not how real people talk.” 

“Talk to the hand!” Sora huffed, presented his palm to his friend, who just rolled his eyes to go back to looking at the ceiling like the grumpus he was. Sora rolled onto his side to look up at Kairi, who was laying on her belly on her bed watching the two boys bicker with a wistful smile. “Kairi, do you think my slang is silly?” 

“Oh, not at all. I think you’re very hip, Sora.” 

“See? She thinks I’m hip,” Sora grinned triumphantly, looking back at his friend. 

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” Riku droned without even pulling his gaze away from the ceiling, and Sora melted into his cuddly blanket with a whine. Riku chuckled at this, making Sora think that he just liked giving him a hard time, the big meaner. “Anyway, what are we supposed to do at this slumber party? Because Kairi, I’m sorry, but you are not giving me a makeover,” Riku said with a pointed look at the redhead, who laughed. 

“Don’t worry, you boys will leave my house make-up-free— although it is a shame, I’ve got some shades that would look so good on you.” 

“She could make those cheekbones pop, Riku,” Sora said, enunciating the “p” with a wiggle of his eyebrows. Riku responded with a loud laugh and threw the stuffed rabbit back at him. Unfortunately, Sora was not as dextrous as Riku, so his attempt to bat it away failed and it beamed him right in the forehead, its fluffy ears flapping into his eyes like cruel little bullets. It fell to the ground with a squeak, and Riku laughed at the surprised look on Sora’s face. 

Sora grabbed the bunny to throw it back at him. 

“Anyway,” Kairi laughed before the boys could tear apart her room throwing stuffed animals around, and Sora obediently cuddled the bunny, snuggling it right next to the teddy bear. “We’ve all been through a lot, but I thought this would be a good time for us to finally get together and talk about the good old days— our memories!” 

“Memories, huh?” Riku considered with a tilt of his head. He then grinned, and Sora just knew that look was trouble. “Do you remember the time you two got married?” 

Sora and Kairi wore identical expressions of alarm as they both screeched, “What?!” 

“Yeahhhhh,” Riku smirked, reveling in the power he held over them at that moment. “You had built a sandcastle, Kairi, and you were the queen, but me and Sora had an argument about who would be the queen. Sora was the one who actually brought up the whole marrying bit.” 

“Nuh-uh!” he insisted, even though he totally remembered it, and the blush creeping up from his neck betrayed it. Kairi was hugging her pillow, the only thing peeking over the top her wide blue eyes and her bright pink forehead. 

“Yeah-huh,” Riku shot back. He was very enthusiastic about the sleepover now that he was embarrassing them. “Anyways, Sora actually beat me and I married you two. Kairi, you were so happy you actually cried.” 

“Stop, no I did not,” she grumbled through her pillow. Now they couldn’t even see her face because she was squishing it in the pillow, probably to hide her blush. Sora tried to do the same with the teddy bear, but it wasn’t as effective, unfortunately. Growing frustrated with how easily Riku was embarrassing them, Sora sat up with a huff. 

“Okay, Riku, how about the time that a crab pinched you on the butt and you cried?!” he challenged. Riku’s smirk was wiped off his face in an instant, and the color drained out to leave him white as a sheet. “Oh, yeah, you even had the audacity to ask Kairi to kiss it for you!” 

“Ew, I remember that! I can’t believe you asked me to kiss your butt!” Kairi squealed, falling back onto her bed in a fit of laughter. Riku didn’t like that the situation had been turned around on him so quickly, so he wiggled down into his sleeping bag and zipped it up as a signal he was ending the conversation. Of course, he eventually came out and the conversation shifted, but he and Kairi made sure to mention that little gem any time they could. 

Riku chose his stories a bit more carefully after that. 

They stayed up into the wee hours of the night recounting memories of their childhood until they were just too tired to continue and passed out. Sora awoke with the dawn filtering in through Kairi’s window, as he was sprawled out on the floor at just the right angle for the sunbeams to spear right into his eyes. He rolled over with a sleepy groan, but his mind had always been too good at abandoning sleep. He found that it would not draw him back into its sweet embrace, and soon he was just lying there on the floor, cozy but awake. 

Eventually, he decided he was parched and dragged his sleepy butt out of the warm cocoon to shuffle to the bathroom. He filled up a few glasses of water to drink, and after his mouth didn’t feel like beach sand, he turned around— and found Kairi standing in the doorway, rubbing an eye sleepily and fisting her nightgown. 

“Sorry, Kairi, did I wake you?” 

Too tired to respond, she just gave him a shake of her head. He chuckled quietly as a few sprigs of her disarrayed hair fell into her face or sprang up in tall, curly cowlicks. She’d always had an impressive bedhead, even worse than Sora’s spikey nap. 

“Jus’ wanted some water too,” she smiled sleepily, so Sora offered the cup to her. He sat down on the edge of the bathtub while she drank from the sink. As she was taking a gulp, she suddenly snorted in laughter and sprayed the mirror with a mixture of spit and water. 

As Kairi leaned over the sink to snigger, Sora grinned, “Still laughing about Riku kissing your butt, huh?” 

“I can’t believe he asked that!” she giggled. They laughed about it for a while, and then they fell into a comfortable silence. After Kairi’s last drink, Sora kicked the wall of the tub with his heels. Truth be told, the kissing-butt story wasn’t the only memory that had been on his mind. 

“So… We really did that whole wedding thing when we were kids, huh?” 

“Yeah,” Kairi said, and he was relieved to see a pretty, nostalgic smile grace her lips. She turned around to lean against the sink, her hands clasped in front of her. “Yeah,” she said again, and the silence returned. Sora twiddled his thumbs, a pink haze appearing on his cheeks. Why had he even brought it up? So stupid… “It’s one of my most treasured memories,” she said suddenly, and Sora couldn’t help the way his mouth fell open. 

“What?” she laughed at his stupied expression. “You called me the most beautifulest girl that you’d ever met,” she smirked, and Sora had to hide his face in his hands to conceal the bright red shade that his face had turned. He peered through his fingers when he heard her moving, and she had stepped up to him, standing between his legs to gently rifle her fingers through his sleep-mussed hair. 

“Even though we don’t have crowns anymore… You’ve always been my king, Sora,” she murmured. In complete awe, Sora dropped his hands down onto his thighs and just stared at her with wide eyes. Hers flooded with tears and dripped down her cheeks, but she was smiling so jubilantly, so full of love, that he didn’t feel the need to wipe them away. “You said you would protect me… And you’ve kept that promise, all these years.” 

“Of course,” he said. “What kind of king would I be if I didn’t protect my queen?” She chuckled at that. He wrapped his arms around her middle, tugging her a little closer while she continued to play with his hair. He remembered then why he had said those things back then, the depths of his feelings for her. He looked up at her then, unable to stop himself from saying with all his heart, “I love you.” 

She stopped her ministrations in his hair, some of her fingers still tangled in the brown strands. It took her by surprise, he could tell from the way her eyes widened, and he worried for a second that maybe he had misconstrued her words. Then, her face softened, and she looked at him in pure and utter adoration. 

“I know. I love you too, Sora,” she said sweetly. Her hands slid out of his hair to cup his face, gently stroking his cheeks with her thumbs. “I always have.” Sora smiled at this, reaching up to cup her face, too. He then pulled her face down, at first to press their foreheads together— but when his eyes fell to her sweet pink lips, he knew it was over. 

He couldn’t stop himself from guiding her into a sweet, chaste kiss. Kairi hummed against his mouth, which made his head swim in the best way. Of course, neither of them lasted long before they burst into snickers, totally ruining the moment. 

“You were thinking about—” 

“Yeah, Riku kissing my butt!” Kairi howled with laughter. Sora hung his head, admittedly feeling a little disappointed even though it was so funny. 

“I really hope I’m not gonna think about Riku kissing your butt each time I try to kiss you,” he sighed. 

“Me too,” Riku suddenly spoke up from the entrance to the bathroom, making them spring apart. Of course, Sora only could fall backwards into the tub— and he nearly pulled the shower curtain down with him, leaving him groaning and wrapped up in the shower curtain in the tub. Kairi just sprang into the sink, banging her hip, and was now doubled over clutching the bruised bone. Riku just laughed, then continued, “Yeah, please don’t think about me while you’re kissing, that’s just weird.” 

“Wouldn’t be an issue if you hadn’t done somethin’ so weird,” Sora whined. His body ached a little from his tumble, so he was just going to lie there in that shower curtain, thank you very much. “Actually, I wish you hadn’t, now you’ve ruined the moment, thanks.” 

“You ruined it by thinking about it.” 

“Can we stop talking about us kissing, please?” Kairi pleaded from behind her hands, which she was using to hide her bright pink blush. Sora finally crawled out of the bathtub and disentangled himself from the shower curtain. He ran his fingers through his hair and exhaled before giving Kairi a wan smile. She was still shielding her face, bits of red peeking out from between the gaps in her fingers. She was so cute, being bashful like that— it made Sora smile. 

“Well, now that we’re up…” he started, pausing to yawn and stretch his arms above his head, “how about we go get some breakfast?” 

“Yeah, breakfast would be nice,” Kairi agreed in a small voice, finally pulling her hands down even though her face was nearly as pink as her nightgown. They all shuffled out of the bathroom to parade down to the kitchen, but while Riku shuffled off muttering about pancakes, Sora grabbed Kairi and pulled her to the side to smoosh his lips against hers. 

“Sora!” she giggled against his puckered lips. “What are you doing?” 

“Showing my queen the respect she deserves,” he grinned with raised eyebrows. She snorted with laughter, then buried her face bashfully into his chest. He just snuggled into her, his entire heart filling up with joy until he was ready to burst. Kairi was a queen, and he was her king, forever and always. He wouldn’t want it any other way.

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[barbasbodaciousbeard]

If You Love Someone, Let Them Go: Part 10

Summary: Since starting with SVU, Sonny hadn’t kept much terribly close to the chest. The squad knew about his family, growing up on Staten Island, the classes at Fordham. What was hidden was why he didn’t date. Sonny Carisi was also separated from his childhood sweetheart, a separation neither ever took to divorce. They had the same haunts. They’d grown up neighbors. Their paths crossed every few months, and divorce talks would turn into reminiscing would turn into a night spent together, sometimes sex sometimes just talking until the early morning. It always ended with one of them waking up alone however. How will that change when the squad finds out?Pairings: Sonny Carisi x Original Character

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A/N: Thanks to official Sonny Carisi historian @cycat4077​ for screaming with me and sending me the relevant episodes. 

December 2015

“Tor, hurry! We gotta get to ma’s for mass.”

“I’m hurrying,” she said from her place on the couch, carefully buckling the strap of her mary jane. “Dom, we’ve got ten more minutes.”

“I just don’t want to be late. Everybody’ll be together this year. And Bella’s bringing the baby. They’ll all be there.”

“And look, I’m ready,” she smiled, kissing him softly when she stood. He wrapped around her waist, humming. Christmas had always been his favorite holiday, but it wasn’t quite the same without her. It had always been him and Victoria chasing the nieces and nephews around the house. He’d held Mia through each of the masses she was a baby for, and he was looking forward to holding Alma and Lucy through their first services. Alma was Bella’s girl, three months old now. Lucy was Gina’s and eleven months old. He’d been waiting patiently to spend more time with them, and now he got to. And he got to see them with Victoria by his side. 

Between therapy and the eight months that had elapsed, they were doing exceptionally well again. She’d known he was more than capable of being great, but it was nice to be back to where they’d been before. They’d be together on Christmas morning, and that had a new meaning to him now. He’d woken up alone the last two. As they drove to Staten Island, she laced their fingers and watched him drive, and she was rewarded at a light by a broad grin.

“What?”

“You.”

“Me?”

“Yeah. Sometimes I just remember I get to be married to you. It makes me happy.”

“Stop it,” he laughed, cheeks going red as he looked back at the road. They were nearing his mom’s house. Her mom was somewhere in Europe for Christmas this year, so they’d be spending the night in that house, and he expected either one or two of his sisters and their husbands or the nieces would be joining them for the sake of space. He parked in the driveway, grabbing the duffel bag and dumping it in the living room of Victoria’s mom’s place before they went to his ma’s porch. They’d seen her plenty of times since Bella’s wedding, but Victoria still got nervous. Sonny had changed, and his mother didn’t like the way he stood up to her more and felt it was Victoria’s fault. She took it easily, thankful Ma didn’t give her a harder time.

“Sonny,” Bella squealed when she answered the door. “And Tori! We get you on Christmas again!”

“I know,” she laughed, hugging her close. “Where’s Alma?”

Bella rolled her eyes, leading her to the living room. Within minutes, Sonny had Lucy on his lap, and Victoria had Alma laying against her chest. Since Alma had been born, the last hesitance to have a baby had left Sonny, but he was trying to figure out how to bring it up. Seeing her cradle the newest of their nieces woke that same urge, and he watched her with a soft smile when Lucy was distracted with the singing bear in her hand. He wanted to see her holding their baby. Lately, they’d been babysitting the four kids in their lives. On the weekends, they rotated between helping with Noah or Jesse or Alma or Lucy, whether it was meeting for a family lunch or watching them so parents could run errands. 

The carloads of Carisis settled in the pew at mass, and his sisters were delighted to let Aunt Tori and Uncle Sonny take them. It always made Victoria’s stomach do flips to see how easily he could calm a baby. When she held Lucy, she was old enough it to be entertained by a pen and paper from her bag. Alma required that careful bouncing he was so good at, his hand cradling the back of her head as he sang hymns. When he caught her eye, she got a broad smile and he mouthed Lucy’s happy, like there wasn’t a three month old clutching the sleeve of his blazer as she slept. And when they got home, he watched his sisters take their babies, tuck them in with help from their husbands. He got overwhelmingly jealous sometimes, feeling like it was time for him and Victoria. But he had to be patient.

“It was good being with everybody,” Victoria hummed, stretching as they walked to her mom’s place. He hated how her mother was always gone. It was always highlighted after holidays like this. Her dad had abandoned them, and then her mother moved to Staten Island and had enough money to not need to be around. Family trips were trips where she left Victoria in an apartment with a credit card. They only arrived and departed together. 

“It was,” he smiled, rubbing her back. “I liked getting to see the girls. I invited Rollins in case she and Jesse were on their own, but I think they had plans.”

“That woulda been a full house.”

“Yeah. Maybe next year we’ll have the newest baby.”

“That’s pretty soon, Sonny.” She was washing her face, grinning over her shoulder at him. “We ain’t been back together long.”

“But you’ll be such a good mama,” he murmured, long arms wrapping around her waist as he pressed a soft kiss to the crook of his neck.

“And you’ll be an amazing daddy, cher. But it’ll take time.”

“I just can’t wait. I think about it all the time.”

“Me too.”

“Maybe we can start trying,” he teased, tugging her against him.

“Not yet.”

“C’mon beautiful. Could have a baby conceived on Christmas. That’d make them due late summer. I’ll be done with school and the bar. All daddy time during paternity leave.”

“Dominick, stop,” she said firmly, hands resting on his chest before she pulled back. At first, talking about how much she wanted his kid, how much she thought about it, made her happy. She felt like they were on the same page. But then the idea of their own baby being here at the next Christmas made her panic.

She was curled in their bed, clinging to his pillow having not gotten to say more than hello or goodbye for weeks. 

She was standing outside the restaurant on her birthday realizing he forgot.

He was coming in after missing Valentine’s Dinner as though nothing had happened.

It was their baby’s birthday, and he wasn’t there.

She felt her eyes well up, hands curling into the soft material of his henley, and then there was Sonny now, cupping her jaw as tears started to fall. They hadn’t been having issues, but this was burrowing up over the last couple of months. The case he’d shadowed, the teacher catfish case, the reality TV family that missed the sexual abuse of two of their daughters. He’d come home after each a little more distant. But he’d come back to himself after a day or so. But what if there was a little one there? A daughter whose face Sonny could put on the pregnant girls, the students being abused by their coach, the boy raped, killed, and buried under concrete. 

“Talk to me, Tor,” he whispered, holding her shaking hands as he backed her to sit on the bed. Sonny kneeled, hand on her knees. “Hey, hey, look at me, Doll. I’m right here. It’s Dominick.”

“What if it happens again, Dom?” she choked out, twisting to wipe her eyes on her shoulder so she didn’t have to let go of him. “What if the cases get to you and you disappear? There’s so many with kids. High school, elementary school, younger? I know you’ve been having fun being Uncle Sonny with Lucy and Alma and Jesse, but if we have a kid, and you panic? Then I’m alone again, but I’m alone raising a baby. Dad left! And mom may as well have! We’re literally staying in her house without her, Dominick.

“What does that have to do with this?”

“You were the only person that never left me. And you may as well have. What if a baby makes you feel like you might taint them so bad you do?” Her voice was airy as she took a shaky breath, and Sonny scrubbed a hand over his jaw. 

“Baby, I wasn’t thinking about how you must be feeling. And I never thought about it in terms of your parents. But you gotta know I won’t. But also, I understand why you feel that way. What do I gotta do though? I’m trying so fuckin’ hard. This is all I want. And I know I fucked up, but what else can I do? I’m not your mom. And I’m not your dad. I’ll always come home, okay?” 

His voice sounded desperate, and she hated herself for not being able to move on. Then again, she’d only been actively thinking about it for a month, and now they were talking about it. That was progress. She didn’t let it simmer unsaid until it reached a boiling point so high she could only leave.

“I know. You’re not. But it scares me, having a baby after what happened.”

“I’ll never emotionally abandon you like that again. I never left physically, but it might’ve been meaner, what I did. But what can I do so we can move forward?”

“Dom, this sounds really weird, but I think it might be progress that this conversation is happening.”

“How is not wanting to have a baby progress?”

“Stop saying that. That’s not what I’m saying,” she whimpered, cupping his cheeks. “I want your baby. But I’m not thinking about it as a nebulous concept when we’re better. This is reality. And I’m scared about something you might do, and we’re discussing it.”

“It is. And in reality, I would quit the force, cancel the bar exam, and move to Michigan if it meant having a family with you. If the force gets in the way of me bein’ a good husband again, I’ll quit.”

“You wouldn’t be happy.”

“I’d have you and our baby.”

“So you’d become a teacher or a salesman?”

“I-I guess not?” he muttered. “But I’m going to make this work. I am.”

“Six more months, okay? It took eight for me to go from ‘a baby in ten years’ to ‘here’s the reality of how I feel about a baby in this exact moment.”

“We talk about this is therapy though? I didn’t know your parents still upset you like that. I wanna make sure I’m not being a dick or anything. I understand why you feel this way, doll. But we also can’t know the future.”

“I know, Dom. Just give me a few more months, okay?”

“Deal,” he whispered, kissing her gently. “Let’s sleep. They’ll be comin’ to get us early so we can do Christmas morning.”

“You’re not mad?”

“No, doll. I can’t undo what I did, but I’m mad at me, if I’m mad at any one. I hate knowing you have a reason to feel like this. You’re not irrational, even though I’m sure I’ve changed.”

“You’re going to be an amazing dad, Dom.”

“You will too, Tor.”

#sonny carisi #sonny carisi x reader #sonny carisi x oc #law and order #law and order special victims unit #law and order svu #writing

[ollypopwrites]

Also my big blue boy, my husband, what is he like with the foundlings? Like we saw him a bit with nessa, but like gimmie more 😆 also Syala 👀👀👀👀 some flirty flirt action ma’am 👀

MA’AM YOU ARE WATERING MY CROPS WITH ALL THESE GREAT QUESTIONS

I’m here for all the Syala & Paz headcanons because I know this is a Din x Reader story but I love them too...

Warnings: non-graphic and brief mention of child abuse

The difference between Paz and Din and kids is that Paz has ALWAYS wanted a family.

Din kind of had one land in his lap. (He loves it, don’t get him wrong, but it was not something he ever saw for himself)

Paz had always wanted kids. He was not a foundling but was raised by Mandalorian parents

Family and kids and all of that has been instilled in him since the beginning

Paz is surprisingly gentle with the foundlings

He reserves his softness for the kids

Because he’s big and he’s always been big

And he doesn’t usually mind if he intimidates adults

But he knows that a big (sometimes faceless if he is wearing the helmet) man can be so scary and there’s no reason to intimidate actual children

Unless you’re an asshole

But he is gonna teach them how to defend themselves in every way because it’s IMPORTANT.

He is actively teaching Nessa how to fight

Because Mandalorian kids can get rowdy (again, warrior culture) and he wants her to be able to stand up for herself

In fact the scene where we first met Nessa? When she was holding that older boy in a headlock was because he pushed her sister down

And Paz taught her that move

Lysa is a gentler child and he isn’t sure if she’ll be there long enough for him to actually teach her but she’s a little too young right now and so he takes a more playful approach

He doesn’t need to teach her to be a little warrior

But he does need to know she’s gonna be okay out on her own one day

although he does truly believe Nessa will take the patch if she sticks around long enough

Jido is a literal baby and he’s never held him

Because holding someone else’s child (especially in their most helpless infancy age) is a HUGE gesture of trust to the Mandalorians and has to be bestowed by the parent

Syala has never handed him Jido so he’s never gonna pick him up unless he absolutely needs to or she gives him express permission

But he loves that little bean — he loves to see how he’s growing and what new stuff he learns everyday

He makes dumb faces and lowers his voice cuz once he used his BIG BOOMING VOICE in the house and it spooked him and he cried and Paz literally exiled himself in shame for like a week

With the other kids in the Covert he can be found just making sure they aren’t fighting too hard or ganging up on one person

He doesn’t play, necessarily, but the kids who are there with their families for some extra help know that sometimes a shiny new toy will show up on doorsteps, it usually is perfectly suited to whichever kid and it’s because he just saw it and thought of them

Paz is the first to sign up for the rides they do for children

sometimes Mandos will guard kids who are going to court against abusers to be a wall between them and their abusers, Paz is usually there right in front

Because he’s bigger and meaner than anyone who would try to hurt them and he wants them to know he’s in their corner

That’s why he HATES Tycho.

He put his kids in danger and hurt them emotionally and he will always consider him weak and worthless for that

And Syala

Oof he ADORES her.

She’s in charge of her household. She is THE BOSS.

He respects that she wants to be a stay at home mother — she worked her hardest after her divorce and did her best but ultimately she wants to be at home with the kids

That’s not typical for Mandalorian households but he likes that she knows what she wants and he can’t blame her. It’s a full time job in and of itself being a parent and to 3 kids by herself??

She’s damn strong for that.

He’s not quite as gentle with her as he is with the kids — because she’d get on his case for coddling her

But he is soft for her there is no doubt about it

He likes when she bosses him around and she has NEVER been afraid of him

Paz is blunt and says what he means everytime he opens his mouth — So it’s no secret that he has feelings for her

The first time he said so she hesitated — because it had been a while since someone flirted with her

she knew he did of course. why else would he come around so often but for him to just say “i can’t get enough of you, I can’t get enough of being here with you and the kids.”

It was unexpected

But she came back with a “I know, big guy, you’re not very subtle.”

And he just laughed and asked “is that alright?”

“I would have kicked you out already if it wasn’t.”

He is a little jealous that she’s so close with Din. He knows that Junior needs to be watched and Syala likes to feel like she’s contributing

Because she’s been shown a lot of kindness by the Mandos

And she’s a GREAT parent— she knows what a baby needs and Din is a new parent who has no fucking clue what to do and so it just works out that she helps him and he helps her

But Paz wanted to go after Tycho and he wanted to be the one who looked after her

It sort of has fallen on Din who is very grateful for all her help with the kid

Seriously Paz and Syala have essentially taught Din how to parent at this point

And he knows his vod and he knows that he wouldn’t lie to him about their relationship

So Paz has just tried to step in more where he can, since she has Junior to worry about when Din is working

He will come by and help babysit because he adores Junior too (all foundlings are good foundlings)

And Syala has her hands full with all 4

So he gets to hang around with the kids while she cooks because he is HOPELESS in the kitchen but he eats well at Syala’s table

Sometimes he will even watch them if she has business outside of the Covert so she must trust him enough to leave them in his care

Paz is conflicted, however, because he likes her so much but he also knows she’s freshly divorced

She is staying at the compound out of necessity and it’s no secret she has some issues with their being rules in the community that she has to follow

She needs time to figure out her life after a failed marriage and how to pick up the pieces after being left high and dry by her ex

And she’s confused too

She likes him but it feels way too soon. Her life needs some sense of a new normalcy before she can even think of moving on romantically

But he never rushes her — never pushes or insists even though he KNOWS he’s a better man and would do right by her

When she’s ready he’ll be there

tags: @dazedrhapsody @gallowsjoker @blue-writes-a03 @luosymekawa @altarsw @bisexual-space-slut @leo-moon @miscellaneousfangirling @mitchi-c (I just tagged everyone who answered/liked my post about the content for today if you want to be untagged or added to the list for headcanons & stuff let me know!)

#biker!mando au #paz vizsla x oc