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yuri-is-online · 27 days

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...so you just threw this beautiful idea of Fyuuture kid, and left me with a brainrot? Especially after you answered one ask with i quote "he loves his parent so much and was really fighting it to keep it together when he saw them alive again" end of the quote. WHAT DO YOU MEAN AGAIN? WHAT? HOW?

ask 1 and ask 2

Oh 👉👈? I wasn't expecting to get an ask about this au ever again actually, but I am so glad you did, I like it a lot. I mentioned Fire Emblem Awakening in the first ask I got about it but for those of you who haven't played the game, the plot features the children of your army traveling back in time to try and prevent the end of the world. That's more or less what happened in the fyuuture kid au, at least in my first draft... I always end up associating the "future kid meets their parents" trope with either FE: Awakening or I guess Golden Sun? Which I think is the name of the jrpg where something similar happens idk I just like there being a reason for the kid to need to meet their parents.

In my original draft of the au, Yuu was told by Crowley there was no way home for them, so they settled down with Yutu's father and started building a life together. This turned out to not be true, as the Magical Marshall's office began investigating the overblots that happened while Yuu was in school and came to the conclusion Yuu had something to do with them; so they were secretly arrested, cursed to forget everything about Twisted Wonderland, and sent home. The curse was meant to trigger every time Yuu vaguely remembered their time in the otherworld, with the idea their brain would prevent them from thinking about it after a while. They would have justified it, if anyone had been there to ask, by saying Yuu wouldn't know they were missing anything and would be able to live a happy life. When Yutu was born that made that outcome impossible, but the Marshal's office didn't think to check if Yuu was pregnant...

Shortly after they did that though strange things started happening. Monster attacks got more frequent, blot levels started rising, not to extremes immediately but still enough to be concerning. Reports of a strange, abyssal magic using beast, started pouring in to S.T.Y.X. suspiciously close to Grim's description. While Yuu was busy trying to put their life back together in their world, Twisted Wonderland slowly began to fall apart drowning under an ink colored sky. The overblot phantoms they fought come back and begin hunting in their respective homelands, and rumor has it they can turn certain mages into their thralls...

The curse slowly eats away at Yuu's brain, every time they see something that reminds them of their friends, their time at NRC, every time Yutu does something that would make them think about how much he takes after his dad, they feel a great deal of physical pain and temporarily lose the ability to function. It's killing them, and no doctor or specialist can figure out the cause, so Yutu just has to sit there and watch his parent slowly die and not be able to do anything about it. I was uncertain of where exactly I wanted Yuu to die in the story, but it always was around when Yutu gets isekaid to NRC, either before and he had to leave them behind or after when they both get to go home finally! But Yuu doesn't completely make it, they're able to have one moment of peace with their son and Professor Crewel before passing on.

Yutu's dad changes depending on who you want it to be of course, as does whether they met before he and his friends decided to go back in time to prevent this version of the future from ever happening, but his feelings about Yuu never changes. Yutu really admires his parent, he did even before he learned about them facing down overblots! They were really close and the more he learned about their curse, the more responsible he felt for their death. He's very determined to keep Yuu alive and safe in Twisted Wonderland in this timeline, even if it costs him his life.

His opinion on his dad really changes depending on who it is and what he learns about them. Like can you imagine learning your dad was known for being obsessed with teeth and no he had no intention of being a dentist? Clown behavior 💀💀💀 His friends were all ocs I made but never really developed... I do remember that one was a younger sibling of Kalim's (who could be his aunt if you like Kalim and absolutely embraces that role), her retainer, Crewel's son who also sees himself as Yutu's uncle (the feeling isn't mutual) because he is old enough to sort of remember Yuu and thinks of them as a sibling, and a random oc I based off of the kid from Up for no reason other than I like the movie. They also came back in time, but only Yutu ended up in the right place, just like fire emblem awakening.

idk I should probably do something with it. like writing the reactions for the other dorms...

#<3 asks #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #future kid au #i am so sorry if you wanted more domestic moments w yuu and yutu and got a lore dump instead #if you want those feel free to ask i need a distraction from the long fic i am writing ha

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silkkorchid · 4 days

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What went down in TWST rp in a week-

4/20 - 4/26

This week is dedicated to @the-lord-of-malevolence soon departure from roleplaying. Take care!

NRC Book Club has their birthday this week! A bunch of congratulations has been given!

There is a wedding. BETWEEN THE NRC PROPHET AND THE BOOK CLUB’S BROTHER!?

NRC Prophet is trying to adopt Rolly, Ruggie’s daughter. And he isn’t considering a certain parent involvement.

NRC Pride club light replace the NRC Therapist with this advice they are giving.

NRC Pride club is sponsoring the prom that is happening in NRC.

NRC host club finally making normal food for once?!

NRC garden club mod 🌺 is confirm to be the richest one in that club due to his parents owning the most popular opera in Queendom of Roses.

NRC Clubs are planning to make an otome game with them in it.

Who brought weapons to NRC?

Crowley got 3 children that he neglects like the students in NRC

Professor Crewel is gonna use the weekly update to keep tabs on his students. ALSO HOW MANY DO YOU PROPLE KNOW THERE IS AN ALTERNATIVE UNIVERSE!?

Professor Crewel loosing his shit, congrats.

Lucius holding a poll to try to start a rebellion towards Crowley in order for him to leave his office…

Lucius dropped the f bomb 27 times. Don’t tell professor Trein about it-

Lucius still being a savage towards everyone. + calling Sebek a Karen

Trey broke the 4th wall

Hungry Heartslabyul students are out for blood due to someone rearranging the kitchen, which made Trey unable to cook or bake.

It’s now confirm from Deuce, he got a plushie addiction of chickens.

Cater is now slapping cheese on people.

Rory needs to calm down with the confetti canons. That’s gonna be a pain to clean up…

Cat!Rolly and Lucius are currently doing a cat fight with each other…

Scar just got transported into Savannaclaw… and knock out the shit of Leona and Malleus. Plus their magic pens broke… THANKS RUGGIE FOR THE UPDATE!

Shit went down in Savanaclas that I will not say.

Leona is asking Che’nya what would their names be IF they get married.

Ruggie is having a hard time this week…

Ruggie and Silver did a platonic kiss. according to Ruggie. I’m so ded aren’t i?

Ruggie is gonna overblot sooner or later thanks to the blot drop.

Leona questioning if Silver and Ruggie are in a relationship. THE ANSWER IS NO

Azul being attacked and his mom is asking for no violence.

Azul is gonna be so grounded when he gets back home for the break. (Mrs. Ashengrotto is not happy 😃)

Epel is gonna be dead from Vil due to him making so much (failed attempt of )cornbread. Plus Epel consuming so much carbs.

Idia is giving pipe bombs and grenades.? SOMEBODY KNOCK OUT IDIA THIS INSTANT!

Another Vil has joined the battle-

Rook is dying from laughter thanks to Che’nya.

Also Idia ate an alive grenade…

It’s now confirm. Idia is a whale in genshin. (it was obvious but hey it’s confirm now)

Idia now has someone that loves him??? PLUS IDIA GOT KNOCKED OUT FROM BEING KISSED

Idia has been hit by EMOTIONAL DAMAGE!

Ah yes, some of Sebek embarrassing childhood stories is being told by Alce due to Yuu request.

Sebek just drop someone on their face the moment they gave back his jacket.

Sebek tried to drown Donnie for no apparent reasons.?

Silver’s magic pen went bye bye 👋 (by kaboom)

Sebek loosing his shit

Malleus is at it with the accidental flirting.

General Lilia was a dumb kid back then!

The boys future children overblotted and other stuff.

Rollo regrets opening his inbox after the NRC Prophet said he gonna die in 36 years + 8 months.

The Rosehearts family is in shambles.

AR for Che’nya is about to punch Leona in the face soon-

Che’nya is still being the menace to NRC

blind0raven is in trouble for something.

@blind0raven being bullied by Che’nya for their love to Deuce

@quartztwst getting a trophy for being a huge simp

#twisted wonderland #twst #disney twisted wonderland #disney #twistedwonderland #🍮 speaking #disney twst #twst rp #twst rp weekly update #twst wonderland

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spoops-screams · 1 year

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| When they realise that MC is allergic to magic

Character(s): Riddle Rosehearts, Leona Kingscholar, Azul Ashengrotto, Vil Schoenheit, Idia Shroud, Malleus Draconia

TW: Trauma, allergic reactions, suffocation, pain/ injury, allusions to/ mentions of death, hospitals, angst, self blame, spoilers for the overblots

Notes: Gender neutral MC || Yeah <3

Riddle

Riddle realises early on

He catches on after Leona's overblot when he sees the sign of you reacting negatively to something. Since his parents are well known doctors, he's quite accustomed to things like the signs of an allergic reaction but it’s different

It’s more severe than most and he isn’t so unobservant so see the black blotches that stain your skin

He goes to Crowley after consulting you, and he doesn’t think he’ll ever forget the expression of fear that takes a hold of you after having so recently dealt with two overblots and now being told by someone that you knew wouldn’t lie to you that you might fall to the same fate

He doesn’t pay enough attention to to resignation when he says that the best course of action is to tell Crowley. You knew that he wouldn’t be able to do anything, but Riddle is scared, more so than he ever recalls being

He’s never heard of this, never thought anything like this could happen and yet here you are breaking all of his belief down and leaving him pieces to at he can’t make out to try and piece them back together

After the first few times, Riddle stops feeling disappointed about the lack of help from Crowley and turns to Crewel. All he can do is request that you be transferred into his care where he can hope that, if it will be the only thing that his mother ever taught him that will be of use to him, his understanding of medicine will aid you as will the professors understanding of herbs

Leona

Leona realises at your first meeting

The smell of blot, something that he'd only ever smelt from his pen, hanging thickly around you

He can smell your weakness and he knows that you weren’t anything like you were the first time he had saw you in the entrance ceremony

He doesn't care though. Not yet

You aren't a priority. Not yet

You aren't until much later when the fact begins to eat him up inside at the idea that his hands could cause you pain, hands that wish for nothing more than to hold you to him and allow you to rest

Azul

Azul never gives himself the chance to fully realise at all

Even after his overblot he's unwilling to talk to you, much less so when he can see you getting tired, weary, struggling to breath, to move

He cares for you of course, to the best of his abilities. It's the least he can do for everything that you have done for him but it's all at a distance

But he knows that it has something to do with him. He isn't sure how, maybe it's just his insecurities again, but he can feel it. He can feel it in how your body draws in his contracts but deteriorates because of it, how magic is drawn to you but your body wants nothing more to repel it

What could he do as a source of magic, who possesses, who possessed, so much other than leave you be?

Vil

Vil realises almost too late

It’s during his overblot, perhaps one of the reasons that he falters and makes it so easy for him to be subdued after that, when he notices the way that the creature behind him gravitates towards you

It screams at him to attack you, you, only you like everything about it, every cruel thought it had ever had was because of you and destroying you would bring it a joy and relief unlike any other

But he doesn’t want to

There’s a flicker of the Vil you knew when the blot reaches out to you without his say so, and your body reacts as though you’re being burned, a hand coming up to grip at your throat as if to clear your airways

No one else reacts like that

Not Rook who’s covered in blot or Ace who has is splattered across his face

It’s just you and, when he comes to, he looks at you with eyes so wide, somehow still having retained the fear that he felt when he saw how you reacted, and he doesn’t know what to do with himself

Idia

Idia realises mere moments before you were lost to it

He’d been tracking all of the overblots, sure, and he can see all of the traces of it around you when he does so but he chalks up the fact that you’re in pain and so painfully out of it up to you having to deal with them all and he doesn’t care beyond that and the fact that he briefly entertains the idea of needing to take you in to be looked over

It’s not until after you collapse when you return to NRC, lips, skin, hair losing colour and being replaced with a disturbing grey and deep black pools of blot clinging to your skin, that he realises that he should have taken you in as well

But he’d never seen anything like it before and it’s all he can say when your body weakens further any time that any one gets close to it

He’s never cared for a human life beyond Ortho’s before but he’s downright terrified as he calls in as many contacts as he can - everyone else with the capability following suit - to help you at the idea that your death might be on his hands

He doesn’t think he would be able to deal with that and, with all of his devices blaring at the high blot levels of all of the people surrounding, he doesn’t think anyone else would be able to either

Malleus

Malleus realises immediately

He isn't sure what it is but he can feel the way that your body reacts to his magic

His entire being radiates it without restraint due to him being a Fae - a magical being by nature - and he can feel the weakening of your heart the longer that he stays around you

He doesn't understand why, not even really when he can see blot clinging to you and your body almost failing

He doesn't really ever realise that you're allergic to his very being and only understands that you must be kept away from extreme sources of magic for whatever reason - perhaps the fact that you were from another world and magicless so shouldn't be able to host blot at all

No, he only realises when he feels his heart shatter at being given the information that magic causes you harm, the first time that he saw you collapse still burnt in his mind, and isn’t quite sure what to do with himself next

He knows that the best thing would be to leave you be but whether he can hold himself to that he doesn’t know and he doesn’t know if he’d be able to make you leave him be either. Not when you’re the first person who has been so willing to approach him in years

It hurts him so much and he can’t decide between his duty or his selfish, painfully human, desire to keep you close to him

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mayullla · 2 years

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I dont play twisted wonderland, but I wanted to make something for this fandom from reading multiple yan!twst. I kept most things vague, but if I got something wrong about a character tell me. One day when I am finally able to change my phone the first thing i would do is download this game TvT

Edit: I play Twisted Wonderland now-

Tags: fem!reader, child!reader, platonic yandere Characters: School staff

Imagine just a small child was the one who gets taken into twisted wonderland rather than Yuu. The small child doesn't even know where she was as the cat who was surprised kept bugging her with question after queation about how you got here and such.

You cant answer, you didnt even have the answers as you just remember falling asleep on your bed peacefully only to wake up in a huge box opened by a cat.

A talking cat at that.

Dear the stress you gave to the poor thing when you suddenly grabbed the cat's cheeks and just pulled them. Made the poor cat yell in pain.

Crowley found you soon after, shocked to see a small child here in twisted wonderland! As he too started to ask where your parent was and how did you get here even berating the cat for being you here. (The cat Grim just continued to vehemently deny that he was the one who brought you here!!) You could not answer the man, just cheerfully telling the man that you were sleeping in your bed only to wake up here.

After realizing that he can't get any answers from your Crowley just picked you up in his arms as he called the other teachers to his office.

The other teachers were also surprised when they saw you in Crowley's arms. They had wondered why the headmaster suddenly called for an emergency meeting and expected a few things may have gone wrong or some sort sure...

but a kid??

Sam jokingly asked if you were Crowley's kid that he never told anyone about which Crowley pointedly denied. He soon explained what had happened.

The teachers tried to push you for answers, some almost demanding you to give them till you burst out crying for feeling so much pressure. Professor Mozus suddenly took you away from Crowley's arms comforting you in his arms trying to shush as he glared at the other teachers for being so pushy to a small kid.

Slowly they found out that you were from another realm, not from here and that they cant just easily send you off to your home.

Your family probably thought you were kidnapped at this point!

Crowley had an idea of sending you to an orphanage while he research a way to get you back to your home but reasons aroused that made it impossible to send you away like that.

That the teachers were forced to take care of you.

That would not be a problem at all…. sure…

Who will be taking care of the kid?

It was Mozus who spoke first at the silent atmosphere saying that he would be the one taking care of you tho he would probably occasionally need help if his teacher's duty kept him busy and that was fine with others.

A lot of students were shocked to see you in professor Mozus's arms most of the second years and up have to blink multiple of times or rub their eyes shocked to see a kid with the professor much less smiling at the old guy. The fact that he was also smiling at you made many students believe that this was either a dream or an illusion some choosing to forget the whole thing.

Well, as if that was possible when you follow the old guy to class listening in on the lessons... Listening to the old man or occasionally be seen drawing something while the old man would yell at the student who stared at you for too long.

Sometimes they found you to be with other teachers who looked rather awkward to the fact that they had to watch you. Sometimes they would yell only to hold their tongue when they realize a small child was there in their classroom and might cry like she did last time and they won't be able to fix the situation.

But time went by they grew more and more attached to you. They started to often fight on who you would stay with when Mozus was busy, not only that they started to ask Mozus if he ever wants rest they could help him watch over you. It was suspicious when they do that for Mozus who always deny their offer preferring to be with you than let others take care of you.

It was even annoying when Crowley started to ask Mozus if he could take care of you at that point Mozus's cat would hiss at the headmaster wearing a crow mask daring him not to go near you or even touch you.

Lucius was also the same with the students hissing at those who wanted to talk to you. The more curious students would often try to get close to while the teacher is teaching to ask who you were and if you really were the daughter of professor Mozus or any other questions that had to deal with the rumors floating around not before they were caught by a teacher and shooed away from you.

There were many rumors floating around about you and since they can't go near you and the teachers all give mixed or vague answers none of those rumors were able to be put to rest.

There were rumors where people thought that you were the daughter of Professor Mozus who gave his daughter to the other professors to take care of her every so often. That somehow Professor Mozus had either fallen in love or had a one night stand incident or just something when tho almost nobody could believe that.

Professor Mozus would often smile if asked if you were his daughter about it not denying or accepting the rumors to be true, while other teachers would quickly deny any claims of it which only made things all the more suspicious really. (Tho everybody saw the sour face professor Mozus had when asked about the mother.)

Mozus would get you to wear a more sophisticated look with dark colors and frills occasionally he would make you wear a more pastel lolita style, it makes you look as if you were really the daughter of Mozus which the professors absolutely dislike. So whenever they got you they would quickly swap your outfit that Mozus picked into something more their style. Crowley probably has a small mask and coat that is similar to his when he would make you wear as you go around campus carried in his arms as you giggled at how ticklish the feathers on the mask were.

When you are in Divus's hands you would be wearing a small white fur coat as he told you to straighten your back and chin up. The professor tries to make you a model somtimes and would nag you to keep the jacket on even when you feel stuffy. While Sam would make you wear clothes oh his color tones with an added skull as you try and help around the shop (most things he wouldn't dare you to touch would be placed on the high shelves). Same for Ashton where he would make you wear something of sports wear.

At some point, the professors started fighting for your attention trying to get you to come them that day with promises, candy, toys and even more. The students who have seen this happening cannot believe their ears so much so that they again choose to believe that all this was a dream and nothing more, choosing in the end to forget what had happened and when somebody talks about it they block their ears and started a shout as if doing that could deny them the reality of what has happened.

It was never said that Crowley stopped seaching for a way for you to go back. They didnt want you to leave having grown so attached to you, they wanted to be with you, they wanted you to stay while they became your official guardians.

So when you started to cry wanting to see your parents, they will soothe you by telling you that it was alright, that it was okay that they would be with you and that they would never abandon you. They would not disappear like your parents did and they would love you more than your parents ever did.

Really it is rather often that some of the teachers would fight over who actually becomes your father, sure all of them became your guardians but who is like your father? Sam is alright being your uncle so long as he was your favorite uncle but like it was never decided who is your father…

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jus-a-lil-mouse · 5 months

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Growing Pains

an EctoImplosion2023 fic! Check out @this-is-z-art-blog's incredible associated art here!

Valerie is still seething when she leaves campus, anger burning warm in her chest. The fall chill soothes, but it burns nonetheless, and other pedestrians move from her path as she makes her way to the bus stop. It’s half a block away; then she has a ten minute ride back home. Fifteen if the intersection near the Starbucks is backed up.

The bus stop is crowded, and Val has to push past a group of freshmen in order to sit on the cold metal bench. Her knee aches when she stretches it out, but it relaxes once it’s straight, and Val lets out a deep breath. Her breath billows out in clouds in front of her, and she focuses on the pattern instead of lingering on her frustration. Her midterm presentation was good, informative and entertaining and she was going to ace it, frat boys in the third row be damned. They could try to trip her up and talk over her all they wanted. Val could yell, and she did, until finally her professor did something.

She digs her phone out of her pocket, putting one of her old earbuds in her ear. It takes a couple tries to get the plug in at just the right angle, but soon enough music is blocking out the chatter of the people around her. Val grins at the eleven messages waiting for her in the group chat. Sam, Danny, and Jazz had all wished her luck; Tucker had sent her a truly incomprehensible meme that she assumed was a show of support. Elle had sent her a kissing emoji. The remaining messages were Sam and Tucker admonishing Elle for being so risqué.

(At the end of freshman year of high school, Danny had approached her. He said, “Val, I need your help.”

She said, “With what? We took the chem final already,” because she had always been better at chemistry than him.

He shook his head, looking more like forty than fourteen, and said “Val, come on. I know you know what this is about.”

Icy panic gripped her, squeezing the breath from her lungs. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Danny,” she pleaded.

“Yes you do,” he said, and he told her about a ghost hunting team and where he wanted the headquarters to be. And he said “You know I’m Phantom,” and she shook her head silently, because of course he was but he couldn’t be, because he was here in front of her. “There was an accident with my parent’s portal,” he explains. “It didn’t hurt much.”

Within a couple months, they were like superheroes. Val and Danny and Elle were on the front lines; Sam and Tucker and Jazz were their women and man in the chair. It was easier when they worked together. Everyone got enough sleep. Nobody got too beat up. Elle was there. It was good.)

The bus comes to an abrupt stop in front of her. Val stands and takes a last deep breath in. She lets the fire leave with it when she breathes out. She settles on the bus between an older woman with a small dog and two gentlemen deep in conversation in a language she doesn’t recognize. The street passes by the window; the coffee shop she goes to on Wednesdays, the Thai place Dani took her last year for her birthday, the diner with the good bacon and real maple syrup.

Val watches them pass, and the embers of her frustration flare. Deep breaths. She’d wanted to go back to them so many times, run her fingers along the menu and order what she got last time anyway, sit in the same spot. Be a regular. Become part of the community, know the servers’ names. Be the person she’d appreciated at the Nasty Burger. Dani always wanted to go somewhere new instead, and Val humored her. She was a regular at her Wednesday morning coffee shop, anyway, since Dani wasn’t with her between her classes.

The bus jerks to halt at the next stop, sighing as the doors open. Val breathes her anger out into the cold drafts. She has a paper to write for sociology, a lab report for chemistry, and ten questions out of her calculus textbook. She needs to study for her biology midterm. Thursday she has therapy and dinner with her Dad. Friday is laundry day and she’ll need more quarters.

She’s one stop from home when it happens. It’s a crow, high up, diving down towards a building. But Valerie is standing, backpack on the ground, heart pounding. Icy panic clutches her heart. She grabs her bag, practically falls out of the bus in her desperation to get off. She takes deep breaths. In, out. She sits on a cold metal bench and watches her breath billow out in front of her.

(At the end of junior year, Vlad had fucked it all up. He always did. Part of her was still glad he hadn’t picked prom night.

They’d managed to stop the world from imploding. Partway through the process, Danny had left, chasing Vlad away from them. Buying them time. Yelling a stupid quip as he flew away. Valerie had to trust him to handle it, because she was in the Fentons’ basement, doing everything she could to get the portal to stabilize. To get Elle back on this side of it.

Danny wasn’t back when the world returned to normal. Elle promised to take care of the last part of the process, as long as they went after Danny, didn’t let Vlad beat him too badly, took care of him. She trusted them to do that, so they better deliver, she yelled, and Val beat Tucker and Sam up the stairs.

She beat them outside. That’s why she saw it happen. A well-placed hit. Hard enough to hurt.

Hard enough to start Danny hurtling out of the sky, human before he hit the ground. She’d caught him before he became a corpse on the concrete, landing awkwardly with his weight. Tucker was beside her when she landed, collapsing onto the road with Danny in his arms. He was screaming. She couldn’t hear him past the ringing in her ears, because Vlad wasn’t the only threat here. Jack and Maddie were standing in the doorway, eyes wide and full of fear. Val faced them. Vlad was doing a fucking villain monologue in the sky, and the Fentons weren’t taking their eyes off of their son. Sam rose from where she had knelt next to Tucker. Her hand was cold in Val’s, but Valerie was glad for it. She could do this on her own, but she didn’t want to. She could take on both Fentons easily; she didn’t want to hurt Danny’s parents.

In the end, she didn’t have to. Maddie reached for her blaster and Val tensed for the attack, but Maddie shot Vlad out of the sky, and nobody reached for him as he fell.)

Valerie stands. She has to get home. It’s been a long day, and she wants to watch Elle make them dinner, see her grin and laugh from the couch. She dreams of it on the walk to her apartment, as a cold drizzle starts up and her coat begins soaking through. She will go inside and it will be warm and dry, and Dani will be at the stove as she so often is this time of day. Music will be blasting, and Dani will be dancing, and Valerie will call to her as she takes off her shoes. Dani will turn the music down but not off, and meet her at the door. It was a near-daily routine, and Val couldn’t wait.

She gets the mail from their mailbox, exchanges pleasantries with Doug from downstairs, and then stands outside the apartment, listening to Dani moving around inside. Val opens the door, greeted first by Dani’s loud music. She closes the door and begins unbundling, setting her hat and scarf down on the table they keep by the door.

She tries to, anyway. The table is gone, and as she looks around, she realizes that the entire living room has been rearranged, including the pictures and paintings they had hanging up on the wall. A container of caulk sits forgotten on the coffee table, which is across the room from where it was this morning, and the couch is facing the wrong direction.

Dani’s head appears from behind the tall wooden bookshelf they’d gotten from the secondhand store nearby. Her eyes brighten when they reach Val. “Great, you’re home!” Val doesn’t respond, trying to focus on getting her shoes off. “I redecorated, hope you don’t mind. Totally lost track of time, sorry about not having dinner ready! Could you help me with some stuff? I gotta move the bookshelf over there, and finish sealing up the old nail holes.”

Valerie takes a deep breath in, then lets it out. She wasn’t prepared for their space to be in disarray, and to have to help clean it all up. She wanted a relaxing evening after a long day. She was tired. “Val?” Dani asks, eyebrows pinched up in concern.

Val takes a deep breath in. She lets it out. “I just- our house is different,” Val says. “I had such a long day and now I have to help with a remodel because you can’t just let things stay! You’re always changing things and our home is never the same for more than a month and we can’t ever go anywhere twice and I’m so sick of it!”

Dani’s eyes are wide, hurt clear on her face. “What are you talking about? You’re always fine with me changing around the furniture.” Dani moves closer to Val, stepping out from behind the bookshelf. “Where is this coming from? You’re always excited to go to new places with me!”

“Well maybe if you paid more attention to me, you’d know. I always just go along with what you want and you never try to do the same for me! I always have to be the one giving things up!”

“You have always said you want to do those things, why are you yelling at me for listening to you! Am I supposed to stop believing you when you tell me things? I’m supposed to read your mind and magically know you’re upset but not upset enough to tell me?”

“I’m not- I can’t- I can’t do this right now,” Val says. “I don’t want to do this.” She hears Dani protesting, but moves towards their bedroom anyway. She doesn’t want to fight; she doesn’t have the energy for it. She’s so tired, and that’s why she isn’t paying enough attention to the new layout of the room. That’s why she trips on the corner of their rug and starts to fall, slamming into the coffee table and landing on her bad knee, the old rug scraping her through her jeans.

Dani is with her in an instant, lifting her up off the floor. Val feels hot tears on her cheeks, and lets herself be held. Dani brings her to their bedroom, setting her gently on their bed. Val reaches for the tissues, and focuses on getting her breathing back under control. Dani returns to their room with the first aid kit in hand, and sits on the bed next to her. Val leans into Dani, and they sit together in silence, both searching for something to say.

Dani starts first. “I’m sorry that I upset you,” she says into Val’s shoulder. “I never want to upset you. I just wish you’d talk to me about what’s upsetting instead of shoving it down. Even at my best I won’t know everything you’re thinking. I want you to feel like you can talk to me.”

“I know I should but… How could you not have noticed that we never do what I want to do? It feels like you don’t pay any attention to how I’m feeling beyond me just saying it. And what is up with you and moving the furniture? I feel like you’re constantly changing our space without talking to me about it.”

“I never realized I don’t tell you first, I always just get the impulse to change it up and refresh the area. It gets boring if it’s the same for too long. It’s the - what does Maddie call it? - the Ghost Obsession or whatever. I love to go new places and do new things. I want adventure and change and excitement! Keep it different, change it up.”

“What, so you’re obsessed with change and I just have to deal with it?”

Dani turns to look at her, brows furrowed. “That’s not what I said at all.”

“You’re right, I’m sorry. I don’t get it though,” Val replies, stretching her good leg out and crossing it over Danielle’s.

“I’m not obsessed with change,” Dani starts. She speaks slowly and thoughtfully, placing down each word with care. “It’s more like… salmon.”

“Salmon?” Val repeats.

“I’m not obsessed with change any more than a salmon is obsessed with swimming. That’s just what it does. Is a salmon swimming upstream because it wants to? It’s compelled to? Is it just instincts? Does a bird fly south for the winter because it’s run the math on survival or because something deep inside it tells it to go? Obsession isn’t a good word for it. It’s something I need and something I am. It’s hard to explain, but does that make any sense?”

“I guess it makes sense,” Val replies. She sets her next words down gently. Carefully. “It still seems like you’re wanting me to just do what you want all the time. Like, because you can’t control it I just have to deal with it.”

“I get why you feel that way, but that’s not what I meant. I just wanted you to understand where I’m coming from, I guess.”

“Okay. That makes me feel better.” Val pauses, gathering her thoughts. She stands and changes into loose pajama pants, Dani hovering anxiously as she moves on an unsteady leg. She sits back down gingerly, thoughts collected and voice steady. “I’m frustrated because it feels like you aren’t paying enough attention to me to know I’m upset. I know that it’s silly, that I should just tell you I’m upset, but I want you to be able to know without me telling you. So that I know you care enough to notice little things about me.”

“Are you sure that’s all it is?” Dani asks quietly. “I always thought we were good at talking about stuff, so it just feels weird that you don’t want to talk to me about what you’re feeling.”

“It’s just hard,” Val says. She takes a deep breath. “My Mom died and everything changed. And then later, when my Dad lost his job… They all just dropped me, like I was nothing and we weren’t ever friends, like they never even cared. And my Dad did his best but I had to get a job so we had enough to eat. We didn’t know if we’d be able to make rent or if Dad’s car would die and we’d be fucked. I just never knew if we’d be alright day to day and month to month and now I just - I have to know,” Val said, choking on a sob. “I have to know what’s happening when, because if I don’t know then it could all be gone.”

Dani goes quiet for a while, starting to patch up Val’s knee. “That makes a lot of sense,” she says. “I’m sorry I didn’t see it before, Val. I promise I’ll do my best to notice any hesitancy you may have, and pay more attention to how you’re feeling. But I need you to try and be honest with me about how you’re feeling and what you want. I’m not going anywhere, I promise. I’ll always be here. I just need you to talk to me.”

Val nods. “I can do that. But can we also… make more solid plans? Maybe you could text me before you rearrange the whole apartment. Or maybe we could do it together? Make a weekend of it next time?”

Dani grins. “I would love that,” she replies. “What about the not going places? If you want to go back to places more often, maybe we could alternate? Either we alternate choosing where we go or maybe we could alternate new places and old places?”

“Something like that would be nice,” Val sighs. “I’m hungry now.”

“I bet you are, you had a long day.” Val nods, a little shaken by the realization that this has all been just one very long day. “Val? I love you so much. You know that, right?”

Val grins at her tiredly. “Of course I do. I love you too.”

“Good,” Dani says, standing up and beginning to pack up the first aid kit. “Surgery’s done, your knee’s all set. What do you want for dinner? We could try that new Chinese place up the street.”

“No,” Val says. “I want to get pizza from that place with the really good garlic knots.”

“Absolutely,” Dani says, warmth bleeding from her voice. Val takes a breath, in and out, to ground herself in this moment.

“It was easier when we were kids,” Val says. “We just had ghosts to worry about. We could just punch our problems and they’d go away.”

Dani laughs. “It wasn’t easier at all. I have a shit shoulder and your knee bothers you all the time. We were constantly fighting for our lives. It was good, though.”

Val smiles with her. “It was good.”

Dani rests their foreheads together. “It was us.”

#danny phantom #dp #ectoimplosion2023 #valerie gray #danielle masters #dp fic #vengeful babes #mouse squeaks

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moonstruckme · 6 months

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Ooooh my love, ive just had a devastatingly brilliant idea for a fic while reading another (i also had to do a little research on HP ghosts as well). Of course only if you have the time and feel like it x

What if slytherin!reader went to hogwarts with the marauders + lily and was wolfstar!Sirius' little sisters but she died tragically/mysteriously before graduating. Now shes one of the ghost at Hogwarts because she wasn't finished proving her brothers innocence. Skip to PoA, shes sooo excited about Remus (Remmy) being there and having a part of her family back. She'd missed him so much. So on the night with pettigrew, Remus made her wait in the castle for 'safety' (hes still 1 of her 4 older brothers) but if he wasnt back to come get him when the moon was nearly at its peak. And she does, appearring in the willow causing both Black siblings to pause. Reader because she finally found Sirius, but him because no one had bothered to tell him she was dead. But a happy ending where Remus stays professor, Sirius is pardoned and they both live on Hogwarts ground with reader and Harry (and maybe even Mattheo because technically he is just another child of Black suffering at his parents hands)

Side note: I also imagine her attending classes, being a pain in Snape's ass (especially when he's mean to Harry - she definetly favours him), standing up for the 🐍boys (taking them under her wing) and messing around with Peeves.

Anyway darling, love you lots and i hope your midterms go well!! Try not to stress over them too much and take care of yourself xx

Hi my lovely!! Let me tell you, I had SUCH a good time reading this over and over. I feel like it's already so fully fleshed that I wouldn't really have much to add, so I hope it's alright if I just share it like this? (The people need to see and left to my own devices it might sit in my inbox for months </3) I'm particularly obsessed with the idea of big brother Remus, I've always wanted an older brother (though I've been told repeatedly they're bullies) and I feel like he would be so soft and kind even if he does get annoyed with you sometimes. And thank you for giving our poor boys the happy ending they deserve :')

Love you so much sweetheart! My midterms did in fact go well and this week I'm rewarding myself with Halloween movies and coziness, hope you're taking care of yourself just as well (if not better, you deserve the world) <33

#mae’s asks

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alexglitches · 2 months

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Brainrot time lol

Now imagine this: After Ohana adopts Riddle, there have been instances of Mrs. Rosehearts being a total Karen person (wouldn't be surprised if that's her name and no hard feelings against people named Karen and aren't selfish idiots) and trying to be a pain in the neck and harassing this Pokémon professor when Ohana is trying to be civil and giving warnings before things get ugly.

But Ohana has a savage side when someone ignores the warnings until thay end up losing all their cool and becoming physically violent, for example:

"You dare call yourself a mother when you are nothing more than a tyrannical narcissist who only cares about her own reputation and you only had a child for the sole purpose of satisfying your own unhealthy ego. Riddle was so traumatized by your "parenting" that he suffered this so-called Oveblot!" "You never saw him as a son, just a tool to feed your ego. Even when he achieved incredible feats he was still criticized that he could have done better. You took away all the kind of freedom a child is entitled to, you didn't give him the chance to create his own sense of right and wrong, to learn from his own mistakes or to feel proud of himself when he achieved something or to feel what true parental affection is. You just imposed your ideals and made him a puppet, never dare to refer to yourself as mother or that Riddle is your son." "He is now my son and I want to avoid using unnecessary violence… So this is my last warning… Never, I say NEVER try to get any near Riddle again, otherwise don't blame me if I live up to my reputation as ' Bewear Bonebreaker' because everyone in Alola knows I'm as strong as a Bewear when I'm angry… Now get lost…."

And by the way, the threatening aura emanating from Ohana made Mrs. Rosehearts shut up and never come near Riddle again. I think Professor Ohana is someone from the pokemon world proverb "Docile and friendly appearance of a Bewear, but a threat when they ignore the warnings to never cross the line" (I made up that proverb lol). Just like the description in the Pokédex (and it would be hilarious if Big Bad Guzma was scared to death of Professor Ohana when they were angry and learned the hard way lol).

ohohohoohho GET HER ASS OHANA!!!!

parent bewear ohana, we stan

riddle feels a lot more safe now that ohana told his mother off like that, and he’s extremely grateful

guzma is still terrified of them to this day lol

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst wonderland #alola professor yuu #twst ohana #riddle rosehearts #twst riddle #guzma #guzma pokemon

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puppy-coded · 2 years

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Overwhelmed and Distressed{R.L.}

✰ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Anxiety, unsupportive parents, dumdums(the sucker), petnames(my love, pretty girl), Reader has hair long enough for Remus to brush out of her forehead :/

✰ 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Remus Lupin x fem!reader

✰ 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 800 words

✰ 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Nothing is going right, all your work is piling up, and, worst of all, it's only the first week of school. Luckily Remus is to the rescue with a self care day.

✰ 𝐀/𝐍: This should be a testimony to my current emotions(as of August 18, 2022) and feelings about college. @ell0ra-br3kk3r @mad-elia and @gotacuppa here's your husband <3

You and Remus were working on your various assignments in the common room and you could feel a headache coming on.

You threw your quill down and rubbed your eyes in frustration, and the slight pain of your headache that was forming."I hate this."

Remus put his own quill down and smiled slightly in your direction. "It's okay darling, I can help. What d'you need?"

You looked up at your boyfriend with a hopeful look on your face. "Can you help with my fifteen other assignments too?" You asked sweetly.

Remus looked as if you had kicked his cat. "Fift- How did you already get fifteen assignments? We've been back for five days!" He exclaimed.

You just shrugged and started scratching on the parchment in front of you with you quill. "I dunno. All the professors here are sadists."

"Oh my lord."

"What?" You asked him. "It's true!"

Remus shook his head, pulled your head closer, and kissed your temple. "Is there anything else bugging you?"

"Nope. Just the crushing weight of never feeling like I'll ever be good enough for my mom." You nodded darkly. "Oh, and walnuts in ice cream." You added, like you hadn't just said anything deeply concerning.

"What was that?" He asked, confusion evident in his voice and his features.

You shrugged again and kept scratching at the parchment in front of you. "Walnuts in vanilla ice cream. Like who-?"

"No, no." He said, prompting you to go back further. "The other thing."

"Oh, the feeling of never being enough? Yeah that's weighed on me since we found out I was a witch." You told Remus, leaning into him a little.

"I'm sorry." He tried sympathetically.

"No worries. Can you pass the suckers please?" You asked, making grabby hands at your boyfriend.

"Sure."

You took the bag from him and chose a blue raspberry sucker. "Thanks. They strangely help me focus."

"I know. You stock up every summer," Remus reminded you.

"Rem?" You asked, trying not to sound worried.

"Hm?" He hummed, barely looking away from his writing.

You swiped your tngue across your teeth and sighed. "I think... I need to stop thinking for a little bit."

Remus put his quill down once more and finally, finally gave you his full attention. "What d'you mean pretty girl?"

"Is it possible to turn your brain off? I... I don't know how to explain it but I... I can't hang anymore." You told him, nervously biting your nails.

Remus looked confused. "'Hang' how?"

You felt your bottom lip quiver and your eyes starting to sting. "I'm not a good student and I-"

"You are too a good student. You're just overwhelmed and your family problems followed you," Remus assured you with a small smile.

You shrugged and looked to your assignment, only a single sentence on the parchment. "Yeah... I guess."

Remus put his things in his bag and stood up, holding out a hand to you. "Come on. I know just how to make you feel better."

You took his hand, using his help to get up from the floor, and smiled hopefully. "Butterbeer?"

"Better!" Remus decides happily.

He guided you through the castle, taking you on a route you've never been before. He finally stopped at the desired room and looked over to you for a reaction.

"Why... are we at the Prefect's bathroom?" You asked, looking up at your boyfriend.

"Reasons." Remus said simply, whispering the password to the door.

The water for the pool sized tub had started as soon as you two had walked in.

"Figured a bath would make you feel better," Remus told you.

You smiled at the thoughtfulness of him. "Remus can you turn around?" You asked shyly, which he did immediately, wanting you to be comfortable. You quickly got undressed and slipped into the warm water, sighing contentedly. "Okay, we can talk now."

Remus sat at the edge where you were leaned against the side, brushing your hair of your forehead. "We don't have to talk My Love. We can sit here as long as you need."

"Can you tell me a story then?" You asked, leaning your head back and closing your eyes.

"Anything you want Pretty Girl." He agrees, moving to lay on his stomach next to you.

"Stop! I'm blushing." You joked, covering your face.

He took your hands of your face and kissed your hands. "Good. I want you to know that you are perfect and I want you to feel good about yourself. You're beautiful, smart, independent... Perfect." He told you, kissing you between each adjective.

You opened your eyes and turned to face him. "What did I do to deserve you?"

"Everything."

#remus lupin x y/n #remus x you #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin x you #remus lupin #remus x y/n #remus x reader #andrew garfield fancast #andrew garfield #andrew garfield x reader #harry potter x y/n #harry potter x reader #harry potter #harry potter x you #andrew garfield x you #fem!reader #remus lupin x fem!reader #remus x fem!reader #➴➵➶➴athena writes➶➴➵➶

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sarcasticsweetlara · 8 months

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Hannah Abbott

Hannah Abbott was a half blood witch who was sorted into Hufflepuff in 1991, in the same year the famous Harry Potter came back to the Wizarding World and was sorted alongside her but ended up in Gryffindor.

Hannah and her classmates usually had to clean whatever Harry Potter did in the school, and while they hated Dumbledore's favoritism with Harry and Gryffindor, they were glad that in their third year and their fourth year Harry was safe.

Hannah always tried to be fair, even if sometimes she was too angry or hurt to be good with the people who were mean to her friends, but she always defended them.

Her best friends were Susan Bones and Ernie McMillan and they were called the Citrine trio.

She came out to them first by telling them that she was bisexual and they gladly supported her, and beside them the most supportive person she met was her mom, Ethel Alinac, a muggle born who had married her dad Edward Abbott.

The experience of her mom as a student made Hannah aware that people would look down on her for having muggle blood, as well as that she had to look for her value only on herself.

It was a cold morning in Herbology class in 1996, Professor Sprout was giving the instructions when Dumbledore, the headmaster, called Professor Sprout, moments later they called for her and told her what she never imagined she would have to go through.

Her mom had been murdered by Death Eaters, and they hurt her dad.

Hannah traveled home immediately and took care of her ailing father as well as she started training in order to be a better fighter and a better healer so that she could avenge her mother.

And in those times she was able to gather her strength and cast a corporal patronus: a brown bear.

She grew to be grumpy resentful after that, even with Susan Bones and Ernie McMillan but they never gave up on trying to help her and all their efforts were worth it when Neville Longbottom who had always been kind to her tried to get closer and be her friend.

Not an easy task since now she pushed away everyone, but the ever optimistic and sweet Neville kept coming back every time she tried to be away from him, and when they had to fight in the Battle of Hogwarts, Hannah was petrified by the sight of Neville under the spell of Voldemort by burning the sorting hat but got relieved and proud by seeing Neville break away and behead Nagini, Neville also got happy when he saw Hannah conjure her beloved brown bear patronus and to see she could find her light among all the darkness they were in.

When everything ended they went to each other to talk and walk.

- You were fantastic today Neville- mumbled Hannah

- You were too, you saved me by casting your patronus, thank you Hannah - Neville said as he gave her a sweet and small smile

- Thank you for always being there, even if I was a pain in the ass, you helped me a lot.-

- I wanted to be there for you, I know how it feels to no longer be able to talk to your mother - Hannah felt a little guilty, Neville's parents were still alive but they were insane and no longer recognized himself and yet she dared feel no one understood her when Neville already knew and that he always tried to give his best and not be resentful, the contrary of her.

- I want to apologize for taking you for granted before, I was a monster, I realize you lost your family too and I really appreciate you and I still want to be your friend.

- You are my friend Hannah, and I want you to know I appreciate you too and you're not a monster, you were grieving and learning how to deal with your pain like the rest of us.

Neville and her got even closer than before after that conversation if it was possible and soon they realized they felt stronger in each other's company and as she got to be a healer in Hogwarts and the new owner of the Leaky Cauldron and him the new teacher of Herbology in Hogwarts they started a relationship, and 3 years later Neville bent on one knee and proposed and Hannah said yes.

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Hannah indeed learnt to be better as she acknowledged that she had to recognize and feel her emotions not suppress them, and her brave and humble acts earned her a memorial tribute in Hufflecrew along Susan and her other classmates.

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groovycactusman · 11 months

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Can you tell us abt your mgs music au 👉👈

Of course I can, there's a lot + some stuff I haven't really decided on so bear with me... details under the cut!

All of this covers the events of Snake Eater to start of MGSV-ish, I'll reply to this when I get more details!!!

It starts with The Cobra Unit, a huge rock sensation of the 40's manned by The Joy aka The Boss. The Boss was famous in many underground scenes, she was a spectacular performer and could play guitar like no other. She would take up the Joy specifically for the Cobra Unit, which are named after the emotion they carry with playing (we will soon find I have a wild ass time trying to convert war into music but y'know).

The Boss and Sorrow would have Ocelot in secret, forced to put him up for adoption by the band's strict management said they could not be able to take care of this kid, he would end up at a youth's school for music in America.

They would soon disband thanks to disagreement with management. After the disbandment of The Cobra Unit, The Boss is very secretive, working with children's homes and becomes fascinated with Jack, same thing, she teaches him everything she knows about music for ten years, and then leaves him after hearing news about her husband getting sick. The Sorrow would die soon after, this is 1962.

The Boss is left without any family and picks up information of where her son may be, taking up office in a youth's school and home for music where Ocelot, now 20, works.

John performs on his own now, working small gigs. His twin brother, Venom (he chose this name), a nurse, helps him with setup from time to time. Zero, a man he knows from being around The Boss, suggests he takes up a different name, since his is so plain, no one wants to see a man named John Doe. John shrugs and settles with Naked Snake, since hes funny like that and I've decided he has eaten a snake here too LMAO. The naked part can be something about how he shows himself through his music.

In 1964, John is contacted by Zero and told to pay visit to the school, unknowing that The Boss is there. Truth is, The Boss is now dying, and wishes to see her old band and prodigy once again. John is bereft and is the only one there when she dies.

Meanwhile he stays at the school with Boss, he gets to know Ocelot who is a musical prodigy and given good treatment because of his parents. However he is fascinated by John, and takes by the advice of him takes up electric guitar playing rather than acoustic à la automatic to revolver.

Eva is a percussionist also working at the school, and becomes interested in John, they mess around and after John leaves to go back to his old life, Eva finds out she is pregnant with the twins! She decides to raise them, David stays in the States with his mother, and in his teens Eli becomes full of rage (y'know like you do) and runs away, leaving for England with his small sum of money he has saved. He's jealous and wants to be a musician like his dad but always thought he didn't have skill enough to beat his brother, even though the rivalry is just in his head.

We get back to them later...

Okay to be honest I don't know much about Peacewalker's story, get back to me in like a week where I can insert more than what I have!!

Meanwhile when John leaves Ocelot goes with him, deciding to perform with his fascination. Ocelot still has a minor fascination with guns in this universe, accidentally shoots his eye out meanwhile fucking around. Venom is like HEY WHAT THE FUCK!! and helps his brother recover, thankfully it was quick and not too painful.

Somewhere down the line Venom takes a vacation to send them to a contest/festival in Costa Rica, where we meet Peace Day, a band formed of Kaz, Paz, and the professor. Although, before the performance even gets to happen, there is a messy breakup and Kaz has no money to really get back to Japan, so he bunks with John and Oce. He wanted to steal their money but he passed out from alcohol poisoning after a bad night and after Ahab helped him was like," Okay hold on these guys are good…"

They go on to form Diamond Dogs, don't ask me who's playing what, this a mystery to me. Venom goes back to work in the States, though Kaz is a little into him. While on the way to a gig, with Venom, John, and Kaz in the van, they get into an accident and it's BAD. They fare the same injuries and have to restart their entire setup thanks to it all burning with the van. John and Venom become comatose, albeit for a shorter time bc snore.

Kaz goes into a deep depression after, having lost his arm and leg, it is devastating because of his love for music. Though after John and V come to, Venom helps Kaz through it, and convinces him to get a prosthetic alike what he has.

Back to Snavid! David wanted to know more about his family so in his late teens he tries to get in contact w his dad but had no luck so he gets to know Venom and Kaz, who are living together after John and Ocelot have run off together. Kaz is drawn to the kid and they bond over music! He teaches him what he knows.

I was thinking chronologically, so this is where it kinda falls apart. Here's all my ideas though!

Hal is a composer and has a performance degree for the Clarinet, all of the Emmerich's are composers that are often taken advantage of and stolen from without credit.

Raiden is a street dancer picked up by Solidus and given official training, though he still prefers to dance for the people. He meets Snake and is still the same nerd about him, just musically now.

Sunny would be a musical prodigy quickly learning to play piano from Hal, and writes pieces that are amazing.

All of the Winds of Destruction are dancers too! Raiden meets them while taking a trip performing in Africa (thanks MGR:R for the very specific locations). They annoy each other but end up performing together hehe. Sam is classically trained in dance by his family's studio :3

FOXHOUND: Eli (vocals and sometimes guitar), Mantis (keyboard/synth), Revolver Ocelot (guitar), Sniper Wolf (bass), Vulcan Raven (Drums), I kinda hate Decoy Octopus so

Eli loves his guitars but he oh so badly wants to slam them on things for fun. They're his babies but he has URGES.

Kaz used to be an acoustic gal, but after losing his arm and getting a new one he finds interest in electric guitars, and collects them.

#mgs #groovytalks #mgs band au

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au-wannabe-the-very-best · 2 years

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Volo was seething. That stupid child beat him yet again, and even Girantina fled! But okay. Let them enjoy their victory. Let them enjoy being Arceus' Chosen. For now. He wouldn't rest, after all. He would find a way to meet Arceus, and he would create the world anew!

"No wonder it was so sad..." Volo turned, frowning. The kid hadn't turned yet, still facing the direction Girantina went, their back to him. "I was eleven when I first met Girantina. Well...first for me, at least" Volo's frown deepened. By now, he was aware that they were from the future, but that they actually met Girantina there?! How?!

"There was a...very troubled man. He was raised by bad parents who didn't care, and his only friends were machines. So he came to see emotions as useless, and abandoned his. He came to see the world as flawed and in need to be remade" Wait a moment "So he went and summoned Dialga and Palkia, and then, Girantina. But Girantina was angry, and pulled him into it's dimension. I followed it, to save him. The Lake Trio was with me, and they all looked at me with pity. And when I stood eye to eye with Girantina...it had the same look. Pity. Shame. Apologizing with it's eyes. Like it knew me. And now...I finally know why." They sat down, pulling their knees to their chest and hugging them. Volo could only stare. In this child's time, someone tried to do the very same as him, and that person too had failed. They went through the potential destruction of their entire dimension not once, but twice. He almost felt bad. If they hadn't destroyed his plan, of course.

"I was so fucking terrified back then. The Pokémon banished by Arceus itself stood before me, and had just kidnapped a man. And when it was all over, I didn't really...got a break. I was pushed by my friends and family to continue my gym challenge, and go challenge the champion...I was eleven. And I just went on against the devil itself! And after I did what everyone expected me to, it just got worse. I went to another region to try and get my head free. Didn't work, two evil teams tried to bring the apocalypse by terraforming everything. And then my mom got sick, and I was scared of losing her. Only...only for Arceus to take me from my home, my family, my friends, my Pokémon...and stranding me centuries in the past, giving me a task I didn't ask for." They finally looked to Volo, and even he felt a sharp pain in his chest. They didn't cry, and it made the empty, broken look in their eyes just so, so much worse. "You envy me for being in Arceus' favor? You can have it if you want! I didn't as for it! I didn't ask for any of this!" They rose to their feet again, stumbling over to him.

"I didn't ask to be taken away from everyone I knew and loved! I didn't ask for Arceus to...favor me! Because this is no favor! Since I came here, I felt almost nothing but fear! Everyone made sure I know I'm not welcomed here, the professor was the only exception! I got told if I made a mistake, they'd kick me out, leaving me to die! Kleaver almost got me! I will forever have the burn marks from when I fought Arcanine! My ears will never be as good as they were because of Electrode! I nearly lost the feeling in my hands because of the frostburn Avalugg gave me! Not to mention all the other injuries I got from the Pokémon! And- and then I got exiled for something that wasn't my fault! And they all saw it as justified! Dialga and Palkia tried to end me! Do you really think I'm favored?!" They collapsed. Volo moved without realizing he did it, only becoming aware of it when he felt their weight against his chest. They sounded...so tired. There was no anger in their voice, no sadness. No tears in their eyes, their body not shaking. As if they were...apathetic to all the horrors they just described. Volo slowly understood what they had been through. And it was way too much for those small shoulders to bear. How old did they say they were? 15?

"I knew you were not my friend." Their voice made him freeze. What? How...how could they have known? "My...the Champion...she's your descendant. And she told me, after the fight with that man, about her ancestor, who tried to do the same as him. I knew you were not my friend. But you were so nice. And you helped me when no one else would. And I just...I hoped it was true. That maybe, you did care about me. That maybe, the kindness was genuine, and we really could be friends." Volo didn't need to look down to see the tears that were finally coming. He could hear them in their voice.

He had messed up. This child was messed up. Forced through too much at a way too young age. From him as well as the dastard god. He had planned to leave Hisui, not like he could stay, anyway. But...he wouldn't leave them now. He'd make sure the Galactic Corps would be with them. Because from how they acted...he would not risk it. He would not risk them doing something that could not be undone.

aw this hurts :((( But also I wanna bully Volo because he deserves it. Literally sent out The Devil after this child but now you're feeling guilty? Jail

#Volo #Akari #Giratina #Arceus #Legends Arceus #suicide mention cw

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((contents: emotional whump, child whumpee, child emotional abuse, domination, mind control / conditioning))

Promptspiration: @thebestieyoureinlovewith ask; same universe as this fic.

Whumpee: Draco Whumper: Lucius Caretaker: Snape Fic type: Hogwarts first year, weird AU (Malfoy blood magic AU)

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The morning after the detention in the Forbidden Forest, Draco came to breakfast armed with a lengthy, caustic letter home, lovingly detailing the myriad failings and incompetencies of the staff and systems of the school, that they would send him to such an unthinkable, moronic punishment, for the mere crime of trying to make sure that everyone was following the rules. Even people who thought they were something special, but utterly weren't.

He accepted his mother's semiweekly note and care package from Hermes with less interest than he normally had, gave the owl a sausage for it to savage, and took immense pleasure in sending it back with his missive. His parents were going to be so outraged. His father was going to take this to the board of governors as more evidence of how incompetent Dumbledore was, it was going to be the final bit he needed to finally get him sacked like he'd always wanted...

The satisfaction of that was still hovering in the back of his mind when he went to class, and he didn't even mind that it was Transfiguration with McGonagall and the Gryffindors, and that carried him through the day.

It was easy for him to tell when his father read his letter, after lunch, because that feeling evaporated and turned into something that was almost pain. His spoon fell clattering against the side of his cauldron as he clutched at his chest with a quiet whimper.

The pain wasn't actually in his chest, of course. It wasn't in his body, but it was very real. For as long as he could remember, he'd felt these things that told him how his father was feeling toward him, so he always knew how to do what he wanted. Even across the distance between Scotland and Wiltshire, or London, or wherever his father was today. He'd expected the warm, giddy feeling of his father being pleased with what he'd done -- not this! It was like someone had grabbed hold of his heart and was pulling it out, leaving an empty hole that ached.

It actually hurt. His father was actually angry with him. But why?! Telling him how terrible Dumbledore allowed the school to be run was supposed to make him happy! What did he do wrong? How did he fix it?!

"Did you eat too much?" Goyle wondered sympathetically. "That's what makes me do that. Next time try to drink something between plates."

"No-- shut up..." He gasped and squeezed his eyes shut, willing the feeling to pass and his father to not be angry with him.

The only vaguely interesting thing first year Potions had for its professor was the many and various ways the little idiots tried to kill themselves, each other, or him. It was a very irritating combination of the height of tedium and constant, low-level anxiety as he had to be eternally vigilant for some new innovation in incompetence that would prematurely end two dozen very promising careers as manual labourers and petty bureaucrats.

A few minutes before the blessed end of his torture, as he patrolled the room to ensure none of the dimwits had created anything too poisonous, he picked up the always-troubling sounds of sniggering from the most disruptive table in the room. Potter's, of course. "Maybe Malfoy ate one of the leeches," Weasley was saying hopefully, and Longbottom chuckled nervously.

"Five points from Gryffindor," he said casually as he passed. "You don't have the time to be concerned about other tables when your potion is that shade of orange."

He could fairly hear them scowling at his back. He supposed these classes weren't all bad.

Weasley wasn't wrong about Draco, though. Draco was one of the perhaps four students in the classroom he would say showed any promise at all in the subject, and it wasn't like him to be standing blankly over his cauldron when he still had to turn in his work. He had his eyes closed under a furrowed brow and was holding the edge of his workstation with a white-knuckled grip, barely breathing.

Clearly symptoms of something, but nothing in their cure for boils should have been able to cause that. Then again... He must, reluctantly, admit that his own house held the worst offenders for sheer incompetence this year.

"Draco," he drawled. "Did you happen to taste Goyle's mixture while you were doing his work for him?"

"No..." Draco took a breath and bit his lip to stifle a barely-audible whimper.

Goyle looked quizzically at his noxiously steaming cauldron, and he could see on his face the moment he had the brilliant idea to actually taste it. He slapped the spoon out of Goyle's hand without a word before he could get it to his face. That child was a menace.

"Perhaps, then, you would like to visit the nurse."

"No." Draco opened his eyes and looked at him, then dropped his eyes. "I'm fine," he said stubbornly.

"Very well. You have two minutes to leave your potions on my desk, and then you may go," he announced to the class, sweeping away.

Draco brought up his potion and left the room with his station cleaned before most of the rest of the class, and he did not give it much more thought, though the situation remained in the back of his mind.

It did not escape his attention a couple hours later, however, that Draco did not come to dinner, and that fact made a connection he had not thought about in years.

He left the great hall without drawing attention to himself and let himself into the Slytherin common room. The only students there skipping dinner were a pair of seventh years cramming for their N.E.W.T.s, who barely greeted him, and he returned the favour.

He thought at first that the first year dorms were empty, but old instincts made him check further; he found Draco sitting on the floor beside his bed, knees drawn up, holding his hair. When he realised he was found he scrambled to his feet to try to pretend nothing was wrong.

"It's your father, I assume." He didn't bother with any preamble.

"I don't know what you mean," Draco lied badly, staring at the foot of his bed. That was telling; normally he was a very good liar.

"I am aware of your family's magic. I have known your father since he was a student," he reminded him.

Draco looked up at him quickly, his eyes wide -- it was almost a challenge not to see into his mind, but there was very little coherent there, at least on the surface. He was just desperately thinking about his father.

After a second, when he decided he believed him and could trust him, Draco crumpled onto the bed, hunched over and arms wrapped around his stomach like he was about to be sick. "He's angry with me," he admitted in a small voice. "I sent him another owl after classes but he hasn't read it yet..." His voice was miserable. "Or it wasn't right..."

This was... infuriating. Draco had done nothing worthy of actual anger; maybe some annoyance or disappointment, and his experience with Lucius told him neither of those would be so incapacitating. As far as he could tell, Lucius had no reason to be punishing him except for the pleasure of doing so; the boy's father was truly his friend, but he was also truly possessed of some very unflattering qualities.

"Go to the hospital wing," he instructed. "Tell Madame Pomfrey I sent you for a Sleeping Draught; you'll be able to sleep it off."

Draco hunched his shoulders and looked up at him. "I don't need that," he insisted. "I can apologise..."

Infuriating. "It's interfering with your classes," he said, instead of telling him his reaction, his desperate need to be forgiven for nothing he had done wrong, was disgusting. It wasn't his fault, he supposed, but that didn't mean he liked seeing it. "Sleep it off, and inform me if this happens again."

Draco hunched over further, expression stricken with shame, until he hid it.

He could hear more students in the common room; he thought about telling Draco that it was his father who needed to fix this, not him, but he didn't think he would hear it. He turned without another word and left before they could be interrupted by any of the other boys.

Then he used the floo fireplace in his office to throw a note into Malfoy manor, calling for Lucius to come meet him in person.

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They took a corner table on the upper floor of the Three Broomsticks. He took a single whisky to nurse, largely because he knew it annoyed Rosmerta to no end when he did so, but also because he was still ostensibly on duty at the school. Her table would be well paid-for, anyway; Lucius was hardly chary with his wine.

Whatever Lucius was feeling that was being reflected in Draco, he wasn't showing it. Nor would he expect him to; Lucius' capacity for compartmentalisation was second to none, not even his own. He sat with all the poise and casual good humour natural to Lucius when he was in any situation he controlled, which was by and large all of them.

"Your blood curse is interfering with my teaching," he said, after all the niceties were out of the way.

"It isn't a curse," Lucius said with mild-mannered dismissiveness.

It most certainly was, but there was no sense arguing about it. "Regardless," he said with equal dismissiveness. "It's becoming a problem. I'm sure you don't want attention drawn to it."

Lucius thoughtfully swirled his wine. "He's acting out? He should know better."

He gave him a severe look, quashing his own irritation. Of course he expected the child to hide what was happening. "Not obviously, but he is eleven. He is going to show it when he is in pain."

"I'll have to work on that."

Severus carefully divorced himself from the hints of offended disgust that reaction engendered in him. He didn't know what else he had expected, honestly. "In the meantime, consider rethinking your approach," he said, rationally instead of emotionally. "You may find it satisfying, but leaving him with your anger and no explanation isn't teaching him any lessons; it's just torture."

"You make it sound like a conscious choice to be angry."

"As though you have had a sustained emotion you didn't carefully inspect and consciously allow yourself to indulge in the last twenty years," he said dryly.

Lucius chuckled into his wine and didn't deny it. "He knows what he did wrong."

"I guarantee, if he knew, he would be falling over himself to repent. He wasn't able to eat tonight; I'm sure you remember how that feels." He sipped his whisky for its warming glow. "Personally, I see no cause for your anger either. If this is about his detention, the infraction was minor, merely an instance of being out of bed after curfew. I wouldn't even have bothered with detention for it, if it had been up to me. I hope you're not so draconian you'd hold that against him to this extent."

"He should have known better than to be caught," Lucius pointed out. "But no, that's a learning opportunity. However, he's supposed to be making connections with Harry Potter, not antagonising him and making a fool of himself in front of him."

"Is that all? Draco has the right idea there; Harry Potter is a useless, arrogant little brat."

"That may be, but his actual value has yet to be established."

"None," he asserted, allowing himself a scowl. "There is absolutely nothing special about that boy. There's no point in dragging your name down by forcing your son to associate with him. Even if there were a chance he would be receptive, which there is not."

Lucius considered him thoughtfully over his glass for a long moment while Rosmerta dropped off another and continued until they were alone again. Then he gave a measured shrug. "I trust your judgement," he allowed. "It will be something of a relief if he does turn out to be unsuitable. It does remain that Draco didn't do as he was told, though."

He stared unblinking at him. The most infuriating thing about this situation was that he genuinely believed Lucius didn't actually mean anything by his behaviour. He cared for his son -- loved him, probably even liked him. It was just that petty sadism was his only real vice. Having power over people was intoxicating to him, and when he had it he simply had to flaunt it, sometimes even against his own interests. Even, apparently, when it was his own son. "You don't sound like yourself anymore, Lucius."

Lucius raised a very judgemental eyebrow at him.

"I seem to recall a drunken tirade about the cruelty of being enslaved to one's bloodline not so many years ago."

"A moment of weakness," Lucius said dismissively.

"Indeed." He sipped his whisky distantly. "I wonder what it is about becoming a father that turns men into monsters."

Lucius's eyes narrowed, and he sat his barely-touched glass in the middle of the table. "Well, thank you for the invitation, Severus," he said with bland, cool propriety as he stood. "It's been depressing as always."

"It has," Severus agreed, and didn't watch him as he left. He stayed there for a while, alone, to finish his drink.

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The next morning, Draco came to breakfast energetic and apparently untroubled, with plenty of appetite, and that was good to see.

#whump writing #not a prompt whumpitlikeyoumeanit #draco whumpee #lucius whumper #snape caretaker #malfoy blood magic au #whumpitlikeyoumeanit wrote it

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Dangerous Inquiries (ch.6)

When you woke up you noticed the sun already up. You checked your phone. 4:00am. Your first class started at 7am. You remembered your professors gave you this week to pull yourself together but you didn't wanna spend more time in your quiet house. You decided to make coffee. You made coffee and started eating breakfast. When you finished eating breakfast you went into the bathroom to freshen up and get dressed in clothes suitable for going to school. As soon as you were done fixing up you head downstairs. Your door knocked. You looked at the peephole and saw Kory. You pulled the door open. She was carrying a bag full of books, flowers and other things. "I brought your stuff!" she smiled. "Thank you!" you hugged her tightly. "Why are you wearing these?" she asked. "I'm going to the class." you answered. "Are you sure?" she asked concerned. "Yeah. I'll be okay." She nodded and smiled. "Okay. Then I'm driving you there." "Thanks." you grabbed your bag and headed to the car. While she was driving you asked "Do you know about Jason Todd?". She looked at you confused "Of course. He's Dick's brother. Bruce's other kid. What happened him?" You explained everything. You told her what had happened. She remained silent during the whole story. After you finished talking, Kory said "You should stay away from him Y/n." "Why?" you asked. Kory hesitated for some seconds. She seemed reluctant in telling you something. "He's trouble." she said eventually. "Well. It didn't surprise me." you shrugged. Kory chuckled slightly. You arrived to the collage in time. "Thanks for the drive." "Anytime sweetheart." she said with a smile. After 2 hours of class you wanted to go to library. Library wasn't crowded. You quickly sat on one of the tables. You turned on your computer. Started to search for Jason Todd. You didn't find anything except a correction Jason T. WAYNE. There weren't any photos of Mr.Todd with other people. You started checking social media. He didn't have any account. He didn't seem to be as active as his brother. You sighed disappointed. You checked some old news about your dad. He was really famous for many things. He was really successful antiquist in Gotham. People loved him. A lot. He was always a problem solver for everyone he met. Even he was busy most of the time and always working. So how did someone like that could get murdered? You were really upset. You felt horrible. Your hands were trembling with anger. You felt like crying. You needed someone to talk to. Someone who understands your pain. Dick was the first name you thought. He also lost his parents when he was little child. He could give you guidance on how to get over this pain. While you were thinking about Dick you also remembered Jason was adopted by Bruce too. Why would he ask questions about your father's murder? His father was also murdered? You couldn't stop thinking about it. It was making you feel numb. You were looking your father's pictures and trying to not to cry. Then you went back to your Jason Todd search. Still nothing. He didn't seem to exist except being adopted by Bruce Wayne. Your head was pounding with questions. You closed the lid of the laptop. You leaned your forehead on the surface of the table. You closed your eyes tight. You felt dizzy. You were exhausted. Your stomach growled loudly. You picked up your bag filled with books and stood up. You started walking towards the exit. Suddenly you stopped. You felt someone watching you. You looked behind you to see the person. You saw white haired woman with eyepatch. She was sitting at a table near the window and was staring at you intently. You felt like she was analyzing you. You tried to remember if you knew her. But you couldn't. You didn't know her. She just watched you from afar. You felt uneasy. Her presence scared you. Without knowing why. You suddenly turned around and walked outside without paying attention to the woman.

#jason todd x reader #jason todd x y/n #jason todd x you #red hood x reader #red hood x y/n #red hood x you

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Eobard Thawne- Flash AU Chapter 4

A part of you was still trying to grasp what happened that night.

It still does not feel real.

Eobard Thawne had provided you comfort. You can still feel his arms around your body and it leaves you unsettled.

“This is your apartment.” Iris states. You tune back in.

“Thank you Iris.”

Since that night, you formed somewhat of a temporary alliance. You promised not to instigate anymore fights between Eobard. The team seemed overall relieved. They were all trying to help you make sense of this. Iris presently didn’t have all the answers. So while they all worked together to form a solution, Cisco suggested that you fall back into normal life. Just until they could come up with something solid and safe to get you back.

It was an agreement that you had no choice but to go with. When Iris volunteered to help you get settled, you were relieved. Luckily your apartment had not changed. Unfortunately your occupation had taken a drastic turn. Instead of a coffee barista, you were a college professor. Teaching psychology of all things. This reality really liked messing with you.

So now Iris was giving you a tour of what your life was like here. You were grateful for her help.

“Thank you. I think I can handle it from here.”

“Are you sure? I don’t mind staying.”

“I’m sure, thank you.”

She nods, politely excusing herself. As she’s on her way out, you spot the head of blond hair. She gives him a pat on the shoulder, and Eobard knocks on the door.

“Can I come in?”

You nod a bit cautiously. He steps in closing the door, and you physically have to tell your body that it should relax. Your eyes run over his casual wear. He was still wearing his CSI badge. Just off from work it seems.

This would never not be weird.

“You’re really not him.”

This is the first time you’ve spoken to him and it’s not laced with venom.

“I’m me. That’s who I’ve been all my life. Whatever that man did, it wasn’t me. He’s not me.”

He looks sincerely hurt. This is still so strange.

Eobard Thawne is not only the Flash in this reality, but he’s standing in your apartment and not trying to impale you.

“When they told you about your parents you didn’t seem that shocked.”

You shrugged.

“I lost them when I was a baby. There’s not much to remember. Can’t feel sad about something I never had..”

That’s a painful revelation.

“So you’ve always been alone?”

You don’t answer his question, but he notices the tension in your muscles. Maybe he should change the subject.

“Before when you explained your predicament, you said that Cisco made a device?”

You nod.

Although you’re beginning to get into the whole alternate reality situation, being close to Eobard still brings a bit of unease Especially after you’d practically wept in his arms already. The way he held you, so close, so lovingly.

You glance at him, and he doesn’t miss it. The war going on in your head as you try to read him.

He breaks eye contact.

“I don’t think you erased him. I believe that whatever that device did, it must have changed you. Changed us.”

Your brows furrowed.

“What do you mean?”

He takes a seat, running a hand through his hair as he explains.

“This Eobard Thawne, if he’s a true enemy, then he will live. In order to maintain the timeline he will survive in one way or another. So in this universe, rather than the threat you remember, it’s just me. “

A part of you didn’t want to believe it. But Barry told you of his travels to other earths.

It was just hard for you to believe that this version of Thawne was The Flash.

You kept waiting for some master plan. But Barry was alive in this universe as well. If this was the original Thawne, he would have killed him by now. This isn’t a situation where he needs Barry to get back to his time. This Barry doesn’t even have speed. He could easily take him down. Instead they are friends.

Family even.

Everything was warped here.

“I promise whoever you know, that’s not me. You’re my friend. I would never do anything to hurt you.”

Those green eyes looked so sincere. You almost want to believe him.

But you couldn’t let your guard down.

“I want to be alone for a while.”

You need some distance to fully process.

This life could be yours now permanently.

You need time to accept that you may never get out of here.

“I understand. If you need anything, just call."

You don’t even reply, and he’s gone in a flash of red sparks.

This would take a lot of adjusting.

#eobard thawne #otherworlds #eobard x reader #family #change #trust #willpower #speedforce #speedsters #peace #fear #truth #acceptance

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Family Is What You Make It

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Erik couldn't believe he was back in this kitchen, hell that he was back in this house. He thought that Charles would kick him to the curb, or maybe he was just being nice because of the children. Erik and Charles hadn't talked about Cuba yet, even though it had been nine years since he had left Charles to die.

Once he and the professor were outside the children's range of hearing Charles spun around. "Erik," Erik hated how his stomach still filled with butterflies whenever Charles spoke his name, "we haven't seen each other in a decade, and now you come with two children tow? Erik, what is going on? Where did you find them? Are they yours? Did you kidnap them? I mean-"

"Charles!" Erik interrupted, "I don't know who they are. I found them at a hidden Nazi base. I couldn't leave them there and I didn't know who else to go to. If you don't want me here, say the word and I'll leave."

Charles huffed a laugh, "God, it's been nine years, and I still... you know I could never ask you to leave."

Erik hated Charles, he hated that Charles wasn't angry at him. Charles should yell at him to leave, to never darken his doorstep again. Charles should kill Erik for putting that bullet through his spine, for stealing his sister, for abandoning him, and for killing Shaw. Erik hated Charles. He hated this place, this mansion, that he used to reveal his darkest secrets. He hated the children in the mansion, they were living a life that his ideology could never give them. Most of all, Erik hated himself. He hated how he would still melt at the sight of Charles. He hated how he would do anything Charles asked of him. He hated how he kept crawling back knowing full well that his heart would be broken again, and again, and again.

That's love though, at least according to him. Love is when you would do anything in the world to make someone happy or to see their dreams come true, even if you aren't a part of it. Love can make you feel joy, sorrow, hatred, and contentment all at once. Love is a feeling that Erik doubted he would ever feel again, then he met Charles. Charles, who opened up so many doors for him, showed Erik that he could be more than hatred. Erik had loved before, but Magda and Anya were different kinds of love. He loved Magda and valued her as a human being but they drifted apart near the end. However, there was no getting over Charles.

"You look just as you did the last time I saw you," Erik told Charles, he turned away.

"We cannot start this again, old friend."

"Why not, Liebster?"

"We both know how this is going to end. Why start the pain all over again?"

"Because, even if it's pain, we are feeling something. One more try, please?"

"There have been so many nights that I spent awake trying to find you. How do I know you mean it this time?"

"I'm planning to use that house on the edge of the property to raise those two kids."

"The old servants' quarters? Why?"

"I was in their position, once upon a time. I feel that they need someone to be there for them."

Charles huffed, "Before we do that, I think we should find out if they have parents."

Erik nodded, and with that, they walked back into the kitchen. The two children were leaving against each other as they stared at their empty soup bowls. Erik always loved those soup bowls, they had small flower-like patterns drawn around the inside and outside of the bowl.

"Hello children, we want to ask you a few questions," Erik told them. Both of the children sat up and nodded.

"What were your parents' names?" Erik asks.

"Our birth mother's name was Magda Eisenhardt and our adoptive parents were Marya and Django Maximoff," Pietro answered.

Erik paled, Magda Eisenhardt? As in his wife Magda Eisenhardt? The woman who he hadn't talked to in over ten years? Had she truly found someone else so quickly? Then again, Erik wasn't in charge of Magda, he didn't own her. She was an adult and if she had kids after being with him that was okay. After all, Erik had fallen in love with Charles after he left, so he couldn't speak about fidelity. It still hurt though, thinking about what their relationship meant if Magda had kids so soon after Erik and her parted ways.

A pat from Charles drew Erik out of his reverie, "Can you ask the children how old they are and when their birthdays are?"

Erik asked the children Charles' question and they took a moment to count.

"I do not know how old we are, they didn't have many calendars at the base. Our birthday is August 17th, 1957."

Erik did the math in his head, the twins would be fourteen now. Erik tried to count back, to nine months the August of 1957... oh. How could he forget what happened that November? That year was the worst year of his life. He was consumed by his anger and need for vengeance, and it all started in the November of 1956. That November forever changed his outlook on life. That November was the last few weeks of Anya Lehnsherr. That August kick-started the ruthless killer that he is today. That November was the reason that he never wants to have children, a family, or a partner ever again.

It stung more to know that Magda had gotten pregnant soon after their daughter had died. People have different ways of coping, Erik thought, mine was hunting down Nazis and closing myself off from the world. Erik was happy that there was still a bit of Magda left in the world, the fact that the twins were adopted didn't escape him. Erik continued to ask them more questions. He asked them things such as what happened to their guardians, how did HYDRA find them, do you have any family that would want to see them, and if their family cannot be found would you like to live with him?

That was the scariest question, wasn't it? The question meant much more than was explicitly stated. It was a way of showing that Erik was able to open his heart to others still. It was a plea to these children, who were put in an awful situation, to give him a chance to look after them. Most of all it was a way of moving on, a small step to having a family again. Erik liked having people he loved around him but, lately, he had been so afraid of loss that he had forgotten to love. As Erik looked at the malnourished children before him, smiling wide at the idea of a family, Erik could tell that opening his heart to others would be worth it.

#erik lehnsherr #ao3 fanfic #cherik #fanfiction

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