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Offline Valor: Chapter 3

[Borrower!AU]

Previous Chapter: Chapter 2

Next Chapter: Chapter 4

Word Count: 3874

CW: blood, mentions of death, light adult language

Not two minutes after being called a ‘titan’ and Zelly had nearly fallen on her face. She’d been so caught up in trying to make it out into the hallway, that somehow she’d stumbled over her feet. She choked back a bark of profanity as she clutched the chilled can of Baja Blast and braced herself against the wall. At least she was out of sight from Rowan.

She felt the rising need to scream. This was insane.

She shook her leg until one sandal flew off, then did likewise with the other before hurrying off towards the opposite end of the house. Hopefully that would give her enough privacy to vent some of her anxiety without totally unnerving her diminutive guest. Her feet thumped across the cool hardwood as her mind swam with noncoherent thoughts…

Wonder and worry mingled caustically as Zelly hurried Rowan in. And while she couldn’t deny the quiet marveling she had carrying this finger-tall man in her hands, there was also a certain degree of horror and concern. He felt so frail. His breathing was shallow and his muscles faintly trembled as he spent the last of his energy just staying awake. And when he slipped into unconsciousness and nearly fell out of her hands, she was run through with a fresh spike of anxiety. She couldn’t ignore how delicate this life she held in her hands was—like flickering embers of a dying flame.

She made a mental checklist of what to do: first, she’d need to stop the bleeding; second, she’d need to get his core body temperature down; third, water. Rowan was bound to be dehydrated, so she’d need to make sure to get him a bottle cap full and make sure he sipped.

As she got the kitchen sink going, she noticed something. It was a little thing–literally–but she noticed his hand. The palm was upturned and the fingers were slightly curled…

His hand looked just like hers.

After staring for perhaps a beat too long, she shook herself from her stupor and gingerly laid the Borrower out on the countertop. Carefully pinching the front of Rowan’s shirt between her nails, she ripped it twain with an effortless tug. The sight of a red-slick chest was all too familiar to her as she peeled back the halves. With lips pursed, she tugged the ruined tunic and microfiber cloth-turned-cloak off and set them to the side before gathering him up once more to examine the man closer.

Zelly’s eyes widened slightly as she examined him. Not because of the blood, but rather because of how much more worn and strong his body was than she first thought. Rowan had been covered up before, but now she saw the pale scars marbled into surprisingly lean muscles.

And that burn. Not the sunburn (that thankfully was contained to everything above the neck), but rather the second degree scar tissue that went up from his waist to armpit—it covered a huge chunk of his right side. What had done something like that? If that was on someone her size, that would’ve been an utterly massive injury that would’ve called for immediate hospitalization. But for someone like Rowan, it could’ve been anything she might’ve considered mundane…a grill? A firework? Had it been an accident, or something more cruel? She couldn’t consider the possibilities—she had to focus.

Step one, stop the bleeding. She briefly tested the faucet’s flow before gently bringing his body over so the tap water would flow over him like a cool waterfall. Zelly examined Rowan as she carefully washed him, her eyes scanning every detail of his chest for any signs of injury. And as the light refracted off of the glistening skin as she cradled his body in her fingers, she couldn’t help but wonder what life was going to be like after she turned off the sink.

She found the source of the bleeding after getting him washed off. It was a diagonal cut roughly the size of Rowan’s hand that ran across his breast.

Thankfully, it was largely stitched up with the bleeding only coming from the sternum-ward side. It looked like a few stitches had popped. And while she couldn’t be sure what caused that in the first place (Chu Chu maybe?), her mind was caught up with who did the stitches in the first place. Rowan? Or someone else?

Thankfully the treatment was easy enough. His blood coagulated fairly quickly after she applied pressure on the wound with the tip of a clean kitchen towel for about five minutes. From there she applied some Vaseline, then—with the smallest band-aid she could find, which was still huge in comparison—she wrapped the band-aid as best as she could, then got him settled into a shot glass filled with cool water to get him started.

And yes, the shot glass was a stupid idea. But hey, it worked.

Wood turned to carpet as she reached the living room. She fumbled with the pull tab on her soda as her hands uncharacteristically shook. After a few moments of losing the fight to her Baja Blast, she finally cracked it open on the third anxious lap around her living room. She took a drawn out swig and savored the fizzing lime as she allowed the last ten minutes to sink in.

God, what the actual hell, Zell, she silently lamented. She still felt the imprint of Rowan—the sensation was burned into her memory: a full-grown man breathing shallow, ragged breaths as he lay unconscious in her pal-

“Okay, so tiny men just-” Zelly exhaled through her teeth. She tried violently shaking the feeling from her hand, as if it was covered in fire ants. “-EXIST now? Great, cool, good!!! Nothing insane about THAT, right?!”

With no one to respond to her exasperated query, she took another defeated swig. She silently wished for a stronger drink, but she knew better than to consider that when she was dealing with a patient. She chugged the rest of her drink, set it on the nightstand, then threw herself onto the couch. She buried her palms into her eyes as she just groaned.

Before stepping out of the kitchen, Zelly had left Rowan with a Gatorade cap filled with water. It had been comically large in comparison, but it was clean water that he could drink and that’s what mattered. Food would be next, despite his insistence.

But what came after that?

A familiar, useless feeling percolated at the corners of her heart, and she had to be careful not to let it overwhelm her again. But thinking realistically, she was just some idiot streamer right? What was she going to do to help this weathered warrior, aside from putting a band-aid on his chest and getting him a bowl of ramen?

God, her eyes were just…Opened now, weren’t they? That terrified Zelly. As an EMT she saw a lot of gruesome things that she could never unsee, but she eventually grew desensitized to it. But Rowan and these Borrower (she still had no idea what that meant) had been living right under her nose this whole time…how many were there? Were there other things like fairies that were real too? And all of those scars on his body…were those by accident? Or did someone inflict those upon him?

“You’re spiraling, babe,” Zelly noted quietly to herself as she felt the anxiety rising. She needed something to keep her busy. And while she sorely doubted there was a WikiHow that would help her reconcile her new reality, she still wanted to give it a shot.

So she fished out her phone and frantically typed with it held above her face at arm’s length. First she searched for Borrowers—that’s what Rowan called himself after all, so it seemed appropriate to start there. Nothing came up, though she wasn’t really surprised. She screwed up her lips and tried Little Men next, but only an old-as-dirt book from the 1800’s that apparently was the sequel to Little Women. Interesting! But still useless.

No matter how hard she searched, she couldn’t find anything that matched Rowan’s description. She tried Googling fairies, leprechauns, Pikmin, tiny-little-elf-men…

Nothing.

And while she got close, everything she found missed the mark (though it didn’t help that she would find herself aimlessly scrolling through Instagram without realizing it at times). Her anxiety now mixed with frustration. Surely she couldn’t really be the first person to meet a Borrower before right? The weight of that implication was too much for her to really consider–she never asked for that burden of responsibility.

Zelly racked her brain for more possibilities. She hadn’t tried pixies yet, right? She was three letters in, and a migraine began to blossom right behind her eyes. A string of colorful swears tumbled past tired lips as she stopped typing.

“This is pointless,” she murmured to herself. She kept her phone lifted as she closed her eyes to just try and focus on her breathing. She could hear the distant squawking of a mediocre marching band, the splashing of unseen cannonballs, and the laughter of children amidst the anxious yells of fretting parents.

Why did it have to be her?

Before Zelly could bemoan her fate further, her phone vibrated and slipped through her fingers. It dropped and smacked her square in the face—a nonsensical cocktail of profanity and anatomical slang was her only response after a brief yelp of surprise. She sat up with a humiliated huff before answering the phone.

“S-Sup?” Zelly ran her fingers through her hair and prayed she could keep the nervousness out of her voice. She hadn’t even checked who’d called her anyways…

//Hey babe!// It was Nikol. //Sup? You okay?//

“Yup,” Zelly lied with a smile. She knew she couldn’t be honest with how she was really feeling, but her reality was too insane to admit at the moment, “Toooooooooootally fine. What about you?"

There was a pause. //Oh, cool! I was worried. Are you still comin’? I thought we were grabbing Starbucks?//

Realization hit Zelly like a truck. Nikol was the whole reason she found Rowan in the first place—her silly little “mental illness Starbucks trip.” It was the reason why she was able to save him from the jaws of her neighbor’s cat.

“Oh shit, I-” Zelly gasped. “Dude, I TOTALLY spaced! I’m so sorry!”

She chewed her lip as she entertained the notion of telling Nikol.

On the one hand, Nikol was her best friend—Nikol knew EVERYTHING about Zelly. But on the other hand, she couldn’t violate Rowan’s privacy. That poor man had clearly been through a lot. And while she did trust Nikol to keep a secret, it didn’t feel right to talk about Rowan without his consent.

“Something came up,” Zelly replied as guilt gripped her gut. “S-Sorry baby girl. I hate to bail on you like this, I just…have to take care of something. Rain check?”

//For sure, no worries. Do what you gotta do. Just let me know if you need anything, ‘kay?//

Zelly licked her lips, her heart beat heavily in her throat. “Y-Yeah, for sure. Thanks dude. I’ll, um…I’ll text you when I can, alright?”

//Sounds good. Mwuah.//

Zelly echoed the affection before hanging up. She let the phone drop to the floor before ruffling her hair with a restrained groan.

Now what?

—

Zelly held her breath as she peered around the corner back into the kitchen. There was a 50% chance the guy just bolted while she was away (wouldn’t be the first time), but to her surprise Rowan hadn’t left.

Since she’d been gone, he’d climbed out of the shot glass and hung his boots to dry along the rim of the glass. Meanwhile, the man knelt quietly on the countertop with his head bowed and eyes closed. Unlike Zelly, Rowan was remarkably calm–which was shocking, given how much worse his day had been in comparison. Sunlight poured through the kitchen window and washed over him as he held his microfiber cloak reverently in his hands.

She caught herself staring again.

Zelly tried to keep her approach deft as she crept into the kitchen, lest she startle him. She spied his ruined shirt and a teeny satchel over by the obnoxiously bright orange Gatorade cap she had filled with some water for him to drink while she was away.

The closer she got to him, the more she found herself marveling again. And she wasn’t sure why.

“H-Hey,” Zelly croaked as she finally got within arm’s reach. She jumped as Rowan scooted back with a start, his eyes snapped open with wild surprise—he dropped a hand and went for one of his thumb tack daggers. When he saw it was Zelly however, his demeanor shifted. He took the cloak in his lap and in a single, fluid motion threw it around his shoulders and wrapped it in such a way that it fell like an impromptu poncho to cover his scarred chest.

“S-Sorry!” Zelly took a step back in reply, her hands raised. “I didn’t mean to startle you!”

“N-No no,” Rowan murmured bashfully. “The apology is mine, I would have covered up had I known you were there. I was just, ah…”

His voice trailed off before he cleared his throat. “Never mind. Forgive me.”

“You’re fine dude,” Zelly chuckled softly. “It’s not like you’re the first guy I’ve seen shirtless, so…”

Rowan didn’t reply. She wasn’t quite sure if he was spacing out or still feeling the fatigue of the heat exhaustion, but he still didn’t look great. When was the last time he ate? Originally she came in ready to learn all about him and his world, but now…that didn’t seem nearly as important.

“How hungry are you?”

Rowan looked up with bleary eyes. “Sorry?”

“How hungry are you?” Zelly repeated with a raised eyebrow.

Rowan looked somewhere between confused and conflicted. After a pregnant moment of hesitation, he shook his head. “‘Twill be alright. I-“

“Yeah that’s bull,” she teased. She realized that might’ve come off a bit harshly, but she didn’t back down—she knew she was right. “Do you have any allergies?”

Rowan looked bewildered. “No, but I-“

That was all she needed. With a nod, Zelly grabbed her phone and pulled up GrubHub. She leaned up against the counter, but kept Rowan visible right in her periphery. “Swag, I’m ordering Greek then.”

“W-What do you...?” Exasperation crept into Rowan’s voice as he moved to stand. He couldn’t even finish his question, he seemed too tired to bother, “But please, Miss Zelly, you do not have to worry about me. If this is too much of a hassle, rest assured I am fi-“

“It’s not a hassle.” She flashed him a smile as she got their order put together: two Deluxe Gyros (one lamb, one falafel. She wasn’t sure if Rowan was a vegetarian or not), some fried pita served with a couple sides of tzatziki sauce, and some sweet potato fries. Most of this stuff would be MASSIVE compared to him, but she hoped it would be a nice spread of some mild food that Rowan could pick at while also making sure he didn’t eat himself sick.

“Besides—” Zelly dropped down slightly so she could be at eye-level with Rowan. He took an instinctual step back, but he didn’t seem overly surprised by the sudden motion. Then, with a dramatic flourish, she hit the order button, “—the order’s been placed, they’ll be on their way!”

“I…do not understand,” Rowan furrowed his brow, looking from her to her phone. Borrowers probably didn’t have phones, huh? Well, that was a question for another time.

“Look dude,” Zelly huffed after noticing his conflicted expression. “I’m starving. And if I’m starving that means you sure as hell are. You can try and be big, tough, macho-man or whatever, but there’ll be plenty for both of us. And I’ll feel a lot better when I know you’ve eaten, okay?”

Rowan seemed to sense that this wasn’t a fight he was going to win. “Thank you, Miss Zelly. I appreciate your generosity. Though I do feel guilty…”

Zelly put a hand up on the counter and grinned. “Well don’t then, that’s stupid. I’m offering you food.”

“You wanted answers, correct?” Rowan asked. “And I promised not to leave before I gave them, but I did not mean to impose and force you to provide food.”

“First of all, I wasn’t forced,” she pointed out. “Second, I mean…yeah. I do have questions. But they can wait.”

Zelly pursed her lips. She could spy the burned tissue peeking out from what his cloak couldn’t cover on his chest.

“You’ve been through a helluva lot,” she breathed, her gaze returning to Rowan’s. “And I want to help—even if it means getting us some takeout. So yeah, don’t worry–I can wait.”

Rowan’s expression was conflicted. There was frustration, but the exhaustion seemed to outweigh it…and even for the briefest of moments, he looked grateful. Zelly smiled.

This she could do.

…

Basil was disgustingly sober.

Were it not for his fast, he would’ve been nursing his brewing frustration with a frothy pint. The day was blistering, and the prospects of good work were few. Clip had gathered some scavenging listings from the Carvers League in town, and the rest of their crew had split off for the afternoon.

Wanting to get out of the sun, the pair ducked into The Lively Priest. And though Basil quietly hoped he could relish in the second-hand revelry of others, he was met with the sleepy, boring atmosphere of a handful of farmers and travelers just looking to grab some shade and water. They’d grabbed a corner table and he’d been forced to settle on iced water while Clip barely touched his ale.

The Freewalker’s mind wandered as he tuned out the insistent rustling of leaflets as his companion did his research. He peered over the scrawny Borrower’s shoulder to see if he couldn’t find a little entertainment. There was a trio of merchants from the Cherrycliffs who had come in not too long ago who were just sitting at the counter silently signing to one another. Closer towards the entrance, the chef spoke with a baby faced courier who wore the colors of House Silver.

But what really caught his attention was the waitress.

She was a beautiful, ageless Faofolk with literal porcelain skin and curves chiseled in all the right places. She glided gracefully, her feet clinked against the wooden floor as she moved. She was a pretty little dancer, and Basil was confident he could get her spinning to his new tune.

The rustling stopped.

“No.”

Basil sneered, his eyes snapping back to Clip. His partner knew what was on his mind, and it made his blood boil. “Do your job.”

Clip sighed as he peeled back from his papers and splayed both hands. “I am–in fact, I believe I found myself doing BOTH of our jobs. Sometimes I feel like I should be in charge of the crew–you barely do jackdreg while I’m the one stuck doin’ all the REAL work.”

Basil picked up his empty plastic mug and tipped it back. The teeny trickle of melted water did little to whet his appetite, so he took up a bit of ice and chewed it.

“Skies yer annoying,” was the best retort the giant of a Borrower could muster. “Just read the damn papers and get us somethin’ GOOD this time.”

“The last job was good,” Clip insisted with a pointed glare. “300 notes got us three meals, yeah?”

“The last job was sifting through bodies,” Basil’s lips curled back with a sneer. He leaned back till his chair groaned beneath him. His skin crawled as he remembered the stench of the dead and picking bloodsoaked pockets. “I want somethin’ with riches–not whatever skuggin’ cud Ash was suckin’ on.”

“Careful for how you speak of the dead,” his companion warned him as he picked up his own mug for a careful sip–the ungrateful man didn’t even seem to enjoy his drink. “Clan Ash was snuffed out violently, I doubt their spirits are at peace…”

Basil ignored the superstitious warning. “Listen, I wanna snag a BIG job this time! I wanna rub shoulders with the ELITE like the Silvers and Blooms–not with the molderin’ dead and mumblin’ priests.”

He swirled around the crushed ice as he mused. “How ‘bout a job with arcana? Courtiers pay good for that junk, right?”

His companion’s expression turned grave. Clip took a longer sip on his spirits this time, “Nothing good ever comes from titanis arcana, boss–and you know it.”

Clip shot a careful glance at Basil’s empty mug of ice. “‘Sides, don’t your people have taboos on even touching it?”

Basil’s blood boiled as his stomach growled. He slammed the mug down–a faint crack spidered up the side. It caused enough noise to prompt the Faofolk waitress to jump and shoot him a glare. Despite his infatuation prior, the Freewalker now had little care for the brittle woman at the moment–Clip had poked the hornet’s nest.

“Like I care what the ‘Walkers think,” he spat. “Who cares about skuggin’ taboos when you could eat? Tell me bud, when was the last time you ate? Not crust, not rat–but ate REAL food?”

Clip hesitated.

“Exactly,” Basil replied with a huff, his syllables coated with crushed ice. “Harvests ain’t yieldin’ what the use’ta, and the Crown’s taxes are drainin’ us dry. …I say we go big. Just cuz arcana is a bitter dreg for some, don’t mean it hasta be for hardworkin’ guys like us–know what I’m sayin’? So how ‘bout we get on that cricket first, and snag a big payout while we can?”

The seconds ticked. Eventually, Clip sighed. “Well…there is one job we could try…” A crooked grin split across Basil’s face.

“Adda boy,” the Freewalker rumbled.

Clip carefully rummaged through the pile before drawing out a surprisingly clean piece of paper. He gave it a once over before pushing it towards Basil with his fingertips. It had pretty, useless filigree along the edges and a picture which Clip tapped.

It was an unremarkable piece of arcana: a thin, boring rectangle. And while the diagram indicated it had a sheath that could slide back to reveal yet another, smaller square hidden inside, he sneered at how shockingly simple Titans could be.

“‘S’all?” Basil demanded. “What the Sky’s shite is that suppose’ta be?”

“The Faofolk call it a Youesbee,” Clip shrugged. “Dunno much beyond that…only that some newly wedded noble wants one, and he is willin’ to pay a queen’s coffer for it.”

“How much we talkin’?” Basil huffed. “I know of some pretty poor queens…”

“Fifteen hundred notes.”

Basil balked. “Bullscrap.”

Clip shook his head. “Like I said…queen’s coffer. Dunno what is so important ‘bout it—but he wants one. Now the trick is finding one… ’s’not something you would find just anywhere.”

Basil tapped his finger against the mug. His mind swam with ideas of where to look, but one particularly colorful and bright domain stood out. He’d seen plenty of arcana there before…

“I think I know a place,” he smirked. “Get hungry, bud–we’re eatin’ good tonight.

#g/t #giant/tiny #sfw g/t #g/t writing #sfw g/t writing #wholesome giantess #gentle giantess #The Borrowers #Borrowers!AU #Borrower x Streamer #Offline Valor #ogtoc Rowan #ogtoc Zelly #HA I don't care if it's midnight imma post this NOW #this is still on a technical hiatus #but the creative juices were flowing enough that we got to this point<3 #also we HAD to introduce The Goons eventually #so meet Basil and Clip<3 #wonder what this Youesbee thing is huh

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I couldn't help wanting to write something ridiculous with spawn!Astarion learning to turn into a bat. And then I got thinking about how the tadpole nerfs spawn powers. AU, post-canon, Tav/Astarion. About 1.3k?

Lora's feeling out a new riff, trying to work out if there's enough of a solid foundation for it to become a song, when there's a thunk and tinkle from the kitchen.

Shit.

She sneaks through, knowing that Astarion's probably doing the same, if he's all right. If he's not… best to take in the situation.

A vase rolls past her through the doorway. There's a small flappy sound, like someone's just pulled a sheet of leather taut. What -? An undead, perhaps? She pokes her head round the corner.

There, sprawled on the kitchen countertop where she normally chops vegetables she'll be the only one eating, next to a fallen jar of herbs, is a bat. Big, albeit not as gigantic as some she's fought who turned out to be vampires in disguise; still, it's got an impressive wingspan, one of them hanging off the counter like a curtain. Or, she thinks, absurdly, the way Astarion likes to dramatically hang an arm off a fainting couch, while he's reading a book. He'll not be impressed by that comparison.

Her unexpected visitor is albino, and… fluffy. Really fluffy, chest like the world's smallest thick fur rug, or like it's got a little proud collar. Small, clawed feet are sticking inelegantly in the air, not quite spread-eagled (spread-batted?), as if it's going to try and jump back onto them. But who's heard of bats standing?

…Unless it's a vampire lord. But there aren't any of those after them - well, not anymore. And they're usually better at the whole bat thing. Less of crashing into Astarion's favourite vase.

How in the hells did it get in? It's not like she left a window open; both she and Astarion are a tad too paranoid for that.

It's not dead, at least: its chest is moving furiously. Makes sense. Bats are smaller, probably with a faster heartbeat. If it's in pain - well, she hopes it's not in pain.

She's got no idea how to escort it off the premises. It's not that she's got a problem with bats - more that she's certain neither she, nor the bat, signed up for this. An angry wild animal? She has visions of it hanging from her finger by its teeth. Though honestly, she had a similar vision with Astarion, and things turned out pretty well there. But they're only borrowing this place for a while - she called in a favour. That favour probably didn't include bat tenants.

Edging closer, she notes that it doesn't seem to be moving. Knocked itself out? Oh, that's not ideal. Though maybe she can sneak it out before it wakes up… No, from what she can see - one red eye - it's just staring at the ceiling. Almost glumly, if a bat can be glum.

And then it spots her, and… lifts its wings to hide its face. In embarrassment.

White fur. Red eyes. The way he looks when he's caught between trying to brazen it out or stalking off to hide his cringing.

“...Astarion?”

Its - his ears twitch, and he raises a wing, holds it there. The way he'll raise a hand in acknowledgement and Don't even say it.

She blinks, and whistles a few notes, hits a high C - there. Speak with animals. That should do it. “Are you hurt?” she tries; it’s been a while since she’s done this spell without a lute.

“Only my pride,” he mutters, mulish and with the slightest nasality - makes sense, between a flat snout and fangs. “I think your basil came off worse than I did.”

She stares. Definitely strange, hearing that familiar wry voice come out of a bat. “What happened?” He’s normally so pretty - the kind of pretty he endlessly preens about. The pinkness of his nose is oddly adorable against white fur, but she suspects he’s ended up as a vampire bat. Apparently, vampire bats look like they’ve crashed face-first into a wall. Which he most likely has, but she suspects that’s no explanation for the horseshoe-shaped nose and his little squinting eyes. It's sort of cute. If you're very, very drunk. Or if you're overly fond of a grumpy vampire.

“Nothing we need talk about,” he says hastily. He rubs a thumb over his face. “I’m sure I’ll work out how to change back in a moment.”

“You’re not stuck like this, are you?”

He casts a narrow look at her with those blood-red eyes - different, and yet so very familiar. “Darling, are you saying you wouldn’t love me if I were a rodent?”

“Astarion.”

He stretches a wing experimentally: pale, thin skin and white fingers. “I don’t… think so. There’s already a sort of - itch under my skin, like I just have to yawn hard enough and, pop. But first, I need to brood.”

“I thought only Cazador could turn into a bat.”

“Into a cloud of bats, my dear.” He gestures at himself with a folded wing, more stiffly than his usual - difficult, when your arm doesn’t bend the same way. “Do I look like a cloud?”

She can’t help her grin at that. “I don’t know. You are all white and fluffy.”

He sighs, loudly. When she reaches out a slow, careful hand, however, he doesn’t move - even in this form, he’d dodge. Or she’d get an annoyed warning nip for her trouble, she’s sure of it. Fangs are second nature to him. As is how to be gentle with them, by now.

She says, “I love your ears.” She strokes a fingertip carefully over them; they twitch underneath it. “Look at the size of them!”

“Ugh. If you’re about to make an elf joke, I have one word of advice for you: don’t.” It’s deeply surreal watching a bat roll its eyes.

“I wasn’t! Is your hearing better like this?”

“Much.” He makes an expression that’s probably meant to be a grimace, but on a slightly squashed bat-face, it’s not so different. “I can hear the tavern three doors away. Their bard isn’t nearly so good as you.”

She strokes between his ridiculous rabbity ears, just with a finger, lightly; big as he is for a bat, he’s so tiny. Even tinier than usual. She'd hate to hurt him. “Have I mentioned I love you?”

“Yes, yes, I know you’re weak to flattery.” But there’s warmth in his voice.

“Do you want to hop up? I feel like you won’t want to turn back into yourself on the counter.”

“Please. That test flight - flights, really - was exhausting. No-one warned me there would be so much flapping. I thought creatures of the night would be fonder of a smooth glide, but no.”

She holds out an arm - and then there’s a bat clinging to her woollen shirt with thumbs and little claws. Clinging being the operative word. He climbs up her a little uncertainly, holding tight while she stays as still as she can, until he arrives on her shoulder, flopping there with a dramatic sigh.

She heads through to the lounge, and beside her ear, a small voice says, “I’ve been able to do… more, since our wriggling little unwelcome passengers were removed. I don’t know if it’s that or simply not starving. Honestly, I thought the bat thing was a myth. For spawn, anyway - we get the rather inferior part of the ‘vampire powers’ arrangement. But the claws have come back, and the agility. I’ve never felt so strong. It’s… strange. And a little intoxicating.” She can’t quite raise a brow at him when he’s so close to her, but he clearly gets the idea, because he adds hastily, “As in, I’m rather happy. Not as in ‘I’m about to become a cackling vampire lord.’ We’ve... covered that one already. It’s more - is this what it’s meant to be like? Being a spawn? Not a starved slave?” His voice is soft, with a genuine, non-snarling curiosity to it. A little amazement. She feels him shuffle just a bit closer to her, wing curling a little around her back.

Sometimes he doesn’t like to be touched when he’s thinking about the bad old days, but this clearly isn’t one of those times. At that, she has to sit in an armchair, and reach up, offering a hand to her shoulder. He clambers onto it, with the kind of instant trust that makes her chest ache - though he does give her a puzzled look while he shuffles about to get comfortable and sits on her knuckles. He folds his wings neatly, primly, in a way that’s so him she’d laugh in any other circumstance. She sneaks over her other hand and strokes his pointy pale head, runs a soothing couple of fingers over his back. She feels sad for him, but also, Lathander, he’s so fluffy. She could happily do this for a while.

The flap of wings startles her. What - ?

Being hugged by a bat is more like having a very strange necklace. One that hooks its thumbs into the back of her shirt collar, accidentally tugging it wider, ears twitching against her neck in a way that’s almost ticklish, tiny heart fluttering against her collarbone. She holds him there with a hand, thumb stroking through his fur. He murmurs, “I just wished, and this time…”

The smallest cloud of mist blooms. She blinks, and the world is suddenly rather heavier. It could be the rogue sitting side-saddle in her lap, his arms around her neck, grinning at her. He blinks in a little surprise.

“...there I was. Hello, darling.” Leaning in, he brushes a swift, smiling kiss to her cheek.

She reaches up and runs a hand through his hair, the way she knows he likes even if it ruins his pomade. “You were very cute.”

“Of course I was. I was adorable.” He winces. “Aside from looking like I’d run face-first into a carriage.”

“You were cute!”

“Hm. Good for scouting tucked-away places that the owners don’t want us to be, however.” His happiness takes on a fiendish edge.

“You’re going to pick locks with your little thumbs?”

The idea seems to delight him rather than offend. “Once I learn how? Absolutely.” He swoons dramatically, leaning back over the chair arm. “Now, darling, I find I’ve utterly run out of energy.” He darts her a look from under his hand. “It must have been the transformation. I don’t know if I can even find it in me to stagger to bed.”

She raises a brow. “Really?”

“Really. I’m just… utterly drained. It’s a mystery.” He holds his arms out. “Would you mind?”

While she’s carrying him through to her room, she says, “I know what you’re doing.”

“Oh?” he asks smugly, arms still wound around her neck. “And what’s that?”

“You’re going to pull me in with you.”

Pouting, he says, “How dare you. I’ll have you know I’m an honourable man. Well. I'm a man.”

“You’re going to pull me in with you and make me cuddle you to sleep.”

“When you put it like that, it sounds disgustingly juvenile. True, but juvenile.”

“This was easier when you were less than a kilogram of fur.” Not that she minds him being a bit heavier. It’s a relief, compared to how bird-boned he sometimes felt under all the muscle in the early, hungry days.

“I can fix that.” There’s a tiny poof! and then… a self-satisfied bat fluttering awkwardly to sit on top of her head.

She reminds him, “Watch the hair while you’re surveying your kingdom.”

“I could get used to this.”

“I’m never getting used to this.”

#batstarion #astarion x tav #astarion ancunin #Astarion #BG3 spoilers #bg3 epilogue spoilers #My fic #lora mctavish #Stupid ridiculous fluff (and I don't just mean how fluffy he is)#baldur's gate 3

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sirenspells · 1 month

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Who up wolfin they walker

Since I watched Wolfwalkers a couple months ago, I've had ideas for an omori wolfwalkers au kinda swirlin around in my brain

I have some vague plot ideas but nothing set in stone right now. One thing I have is that Hero, Kel, and Aubrey are already wolfwalkers at the start of the story, while Sunny and Mari become wolfwalkers later (and as for Basil I don't really know yet lol). Also while the au's story isn't a one to one retelling of the movie, I do borrow some general plot ideas. You can vaguely say that Sunny's in the role of Robyn, Mari is Robyn's father, Kel (and Aubrey sort of) is Mebh, and Hero is Mebh's mother. And Basil's there too

#omori #omori au #wolfwalkers #omori wolfwalkers au #< future tag if i talk about this more #omori sunny #omori kel #omori hero #omori mari #omori aubrey #omori basil #siren art #im proud of how these guys came out tbh i normally struggle a lot with drawing canines especially with the muzzles #also mari looks kinda sad cause shes not very thrilled with the whole becoming a wolfwalker thing at first #she gets over it though

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voltfruits · 1 year

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*long sigh* okay, I guess I'm finally doing it. silly little omori AU time because I know how much we all love our silly little AUs in this fandom

short version: delinquent basil :)

long version: well, it's long. and it starts out just like the regular game does. Sunny gets frustrated with the violin, accidentally kills Mari, stages it as a suicide by Basil's suggestion, and so on. everything is the same.... until that fateful day when Aubrey goes to Basil's house.

Aubrey doesn't let Basil hide himself in the bathroom; she confronts him head-on, demanding to know why he's avoiding her. Basil starts to panic, but Aubrey softens, saying she cares about him and just wants to know what's wrong. feeling soothed, Basil brings out his photo album and tells her the truth. no, no, not the truth about Mari's death, but the truth about the album. he let Sunny borrow it so he could enjoy their old memories, but when he got it back, Sunny had blacked out all the photos. Basil explains that he's been so isolated lately because he's still in shock, despondent that his best friend would destroy something so valuable to him (i guess Basil is a little more sane in this AU in that he acknowledges Sunny's role in the tragedy rather than blaming his actions on "something behind him.") Aubrey is enraged by Sunny's behavior, but she offers to help clean the photos and promises to stick with Basil from then on.

so now Aubrey and Basil are besties, or kind of besties. Aubrey still has anger issues and gets very impulsive, sometimes lashing out at anything and everything for no reason, but she's very careful not to hurt Basil. and Basil latches on to Aubrey because she's all he has left, but he doesn't feel fully comfortable around her because he's sitting on the secret of what he did to Mari.

the two of them start getting into mischief together, cutting class and scrawling graffiti and stealing from convenience stores. well, mostly it's Aubrey doing all that, while Basil tags along and whimpers something about not wanting to get in trouble, but enjoying the thrill of rule-breaking all the same. they still make friends with Kim, Vance, and Charlie, but Aubrey and Basil have the strongest bond between them. they dye their hair together, Aubrey choosing pink and Basil pale lavender, to commemorate the promise Aubrey made with Mari.

Aubrey is still holding a grudge against Kel and Hero, but now she really hates Sunny's guts because of what he did to the photo album. Basil has basically blocked Kel and Hero out of his memory, and while he's upset with Sunny, he can't bring himself to hate him and still misses him a lot. he doesn't mention this to Aubrey because it's a really touchy subject.

as the years go by and Aubrey and Basil enter high school, their friendship gets even stronger. Basil finally matches Aubrey's confidence when it comes to breaking the rules. they're always by each other's side, holding hands and sneaking quick hugs in the stairwell between classes, spending the evenings in each other's houses smoking and snuggling and talking about the meaning of life. they're definitely in love but they're too shy to admit it to one another. unfortunately, all the other aspects of their lives fall to pieces: their grades plummet, and they're frequently getting into trouble at school; Basil's grandmother grows sicker, and Aubrey's parents grow more negligent and abusive, her home falling into disrepair. most importantly, Aubrey is still not over Mari's supposed suicide, because she thinks it's her own fault. Mari was a sister to her, practically a caretaker. if she hadn't been so needy and created so much work for Mari, she wouldn't have gotten overwhelmed and killed herself. the guilt eats away at her more and more with every passing year. she starts to see herself as a burden, a waste of space. her parents hate her and it's her fault. her old friends hate her and it's her fault. her life and Basil's life are going down the drain and it's her fault. she feels like she brings pain to everything she touches.

three years after Mari hung from her backyard tree, Aubrey attempts to do the same.

it's Basil who finds her and saves her, and tells her that she matters, and that she should never give up, no matter what.

in the weeks following Aubrey's suicide attempt, Basil realizes how far he's come with her. she means more to him than anyone or anything else. he can't bear to see her suffering and blaming herself for everything bad that's happened. he knows what he has to do.

one sunny afternoon, when it's just the two of them in the garden behind Basil's house, he tells Aubrey everything that happened the day Mari died.

he needs her to know the full truth. he knows it will hurt her, but he needs her to know that Mari's death isn't her fault. none of this is her fault.

Aubrey is shocked. then she's devastated. all she can do is cry. she doesn't know whether she wants to hug Basil or strangle him. he's her best friend. he's stupid, he's selfish, he's crazy, he's a sociopath. what he did was unforgivable, unthinkable. she needs time. she forces herself to stop crying, and she walks out. she doesn't think she'll ever see him again.

as she paces, agitated, through the streets of Faraway Town, she wonders what to do. kill herself. kill Sunny. kill Basil. move across the country. blow up the whole town. she's sixteen and her emotions are huge and real and so, so terrifying.

her body acts independently from her mind, taking her up the street to Mari's house. anything to be close to her again.

and who does she spot on the sidewalk?

... it's Kel, dragging along a half-awake Sunny, out of his house for the first time in years.

what happens next? we'll see :)

#omg this got so long. it's sooooo intense and also so much fun #whatever happens next is gonna be BAD btw #but the ending will be happy :) eventually :)#and yes there will be photobomb (and suntan) <3 #omori #omori au #hmmmm i need a catchy name for this don't i #eh that'll come later #aubrey omori #basil omori #omori photobomb #photobomb #volt.txt

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lilac-udon · 7 months

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Aubrey didn't like Basil at first , but after accepting Basil, she liked to dress him up and often borrowed Basil for a period of time, so much so that Sunny actually had to go to Aubys house to ask for Basil back

#idk it was funny in my head #auby thinks he is a cute little doll

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opalescent-apples · 1 year

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How the Omori kids would read Homestuck

Sunny: Reads it more than once. Would have done it while not leaving the house. Relates to these kids on a "normal" level, especially the strilondes. Goes through a fanart phase. Would develop crushes on both Feferi and Vriska, somehow.

Aubrey: Straight up kins Vriska. Probably gets into arguments online. Vrisrezi shipper along with Kim. Tried to cosplay once. Kel would not stop mentioning the gray stains everywhere. Thinks Vriska is cool and not a failgirl actually. She is wrong.

Kel: Skipped the first few acts. Gets into the meme part of the fandom. He blasted Karkalicious for three hours once. He is the one who Aubrey is arguing with online. He thinks Dave is actually a cool kid, and really likes Egbert. His favorite troll is Karkat (he's so funny!), even though Karkat would hate him.

Hero: How does the internet work again? This is such a strange comic. Why is this child so ungrateful for cake? Is it a game? A puzzle? For the life of him he cannot figure this out. At least he doesn't have to read about the various spider people in the comic.

Mari: Aradia fan. Terezi fan. She gets into the memes with Kel. Who do you think he borrowed the speakers from to blast Karkalicious? She has multiple sets of cosplay glasses. Probably recommended Homestuck to Hero because of all the spiders.

Basil: Loves Tavros, Jade, and Nepeta. Has created an AU where everything is fine. He likes the carapacians and hates how people ignore them. Cosplayed with Aubrey once. Polly made him scrub out all the gray face paint stains.

#homestuck #Omori

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kankuroplease · 2 years

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Chiha Uzamaki Tattoo Au Headcanons?

Took a liking to singing as a small child and wanted to do every play and musical her school had to offer.

Looks up to Naruto and his never quit attitude, still thinks he’s a dorky idiot, but a good guy.

Thanks to all her natural talent and vocal training, she’s quite good at singing. She’s still a little shy/humble about being asked to do it in the spot

Her first non-school performance was for Mikoto’s birthday celebration and ever since then, She’s performs at the upscale Uchiha lounge every other month and earns a nice chunk of cash

Which goes straight to her sneaker collection because she’s a sneakerhead 👟

Chiha also wears the pearl necklace her mother’s friend gifted her for the birthday performance all the time.

Goes to the Uchiha owned night clubs with her friends because they really are the best in town. Only downside is she runs the risk of getting caught by Sasuke who, for some reason, thinks he can forbid her from going

Unlike her brother, she knows he’s a Yakuza. Their mom’s are friends. C’mon, she’s actually safer in a Uchiha club where everyone that matters already know who she is thanks to that birthday gig. Plus who is going to try anything on their territory??

Takes revenge in the form of visiting Naruto and eating all of Sasuke’s snacks she can find

Gets along better with Itachi than Sasuke, Itachi doesn’t care if she’s at one of his clubs and is the one handing her cash. It’s smart business; beautiful people bring him more customers and as long as she isn’t interfering with his business, it’s none of his business.

Hates her sandwich place job. especially when Naruto shows up acting like he’s going to order something different. He gets the same thing every time but waste time humming to himself and she has to tell her coworkers he’s off limits.

Loves Sakura to pieces because Sakura has always been nice to her. She would hold her hand when she was little and help her with her homework whenever she came over. She is like her cool big sister 🥹

Got nipple piercings because why not? Naruto was taking forever to finish a tattoo and she was bored/Sakura was available to do it.

Not a fan of her godfather, what is he doing still writing smut at his big age 😭

Very sociable, lead singer of the family band, studying music, trouble maker™️, loves her beauty sleep

Not afraid to try new makeup looks

Still lives at home and will toss herself at the foot of her parents bed to vent because they usually have great advice and she has a lot of thoughts. Doesn’t matter if they were cuddling or reading, they made her have to live in this world, so they can hear about the bullshit

Tried to help her mom with gardening, but has no green thumb. She’s distraught over the basil plant she killed.

Her mother and father help make her stage dresses. They sort of learned how to sew for the kids Halloween costumes and found that it was fun/cheaper to make Chiha’s dresses

Makes Naruto sleep on the floor or he has to take Sasuke’s room when she stays at his place. She woke up to Shisui sipping coffee and watching the sunrise once when she was sleeping on the coach. That scared her half to death, so nope. No more living room crashing for her.

Likes going to “uncle” Kakashi’s because of the dogs. Actually their dog walker sometimes as it gives her scary dog privilege

Also “uncle” Obito lets her drive his Polaris Slingshot around the block (and only around the block, no speeding kid) and “auntie” Rin lets her borrow some of her mini dresses for going out.

Kakashi still can’t decide who was the worse kid to babysit as a teen, Naruto or Chiha

Makes faces even when she thinks she isn’t and hates when people point it out. Like, it’s not her fault she can’t hide her emotions 💀

Really likes chocolates and making chocolates

Falls asleep easily during car rides

Invites Naruto to her musicals and recitals because she knows he’ll come and him being there made her less nervous as a child. Now she just expects him to be there and will probably be a little mad if he wasn’t.

#ask #tattoo shop au #OC: Chiha Uzumaki #kpz tsau ℹ️

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forabeatofadrum · 1 year

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It’s Friday, innit? I am back with more reading!

Somebody Like You by @jayne89 had me weeping. Wow. This is definitely a different kind of fic. Blaine was married to Sebastian, but Sebastian died, and now he remarried Kurt. Sebastian leaves a message for Kurt and I was on the floor.

And just when I’m about to pick myself up, Kelly absolutely drop kicks me back to the ground with Broken Glass: Just A Little, which is the second part of the season 6 rewrite. Ouchies ouchies! I’m excited to see where it is heading.

Okay, let’s get off the angst train. Staircases by KCgleek on AO3 is a new fic by a new writer! I’m always excited when people join the fandom after its peak.

There is also some cool canon divergence in Just Married! Surprise! by Canttalkgrounded on AO3. I wish Klaine and Brittana had this kind of wedding instead of the canon one.

More cute stuff! @cerriddwenluna is writing a sequel to Swipe called When It’s Right, It’s Right. Yay! Gwen, I am obsessed with the series title being called Swiper, No Swiper!

@rockitmans also started a Valentine’s fic called Blaine Anderson vs. Valentine’s Day and it is off to a hilarious start. Blaine, you’re a freaking mess.

You know who else is a mess? Simon Snow in Prejudice, Jealousy & Things You Feel When You Don’t Know You’re Queer by @boyinjeans. I am obsessed with Simon in this story. And how he realises he’s queer and goes “that makes sense, let’s kiss Baz”. Also, Basil, I recognise your AO3 name and icon from a comment you left!!1 WHAT’S POPPIN LGBTs!

I also read for not one but two (2) new fandoms this week! paint me in trust by @a-tiny-sloth is the first Radio Silence fic I’ve read. It’s a friendship fic and I am so happy! I looked into the Radio Silence tag as a preparation for my own Radio Silence fic and I am so glad I did.

I also stumbled into the Torchwood fic world! Wow! I never even watched Torchwood (long story)! I was scrolling through the Doctor Who & Related Fandoms tag to see how many people write The Sarah Jane Adventures fic (not many) and I saw the premise of For this Day, For this Moment by Lottiethroughthelookingglass on AO3. The first 6 chapters are up and it is so good! Jack and Ianto accidentally get a kid (look, it makes sense within the story) and UH OH what now?

Since we established last week that I count Zelda AUs as fanfiction, I cannot NOT mention everyone’s favourite dilf dadlink by @pluviatrix. I am so obsessed with this AU. I even got a 69% score on the lore quiz (nice)! For the ones out of the know: the Legend of Zelda games are on one big confusing timeline that spans thousands of years. The reason there are so many Links and Zeldas and Ganons is because of a whole reincarnation thing bla bla what’s important to know is that this means that fans can also make their own AUs and their own Link, Zelda and Ganon. This one is basically two stories in one: Zelda and Link defeating The Big Bad (I support gay rights, I also support gay wrongs) and then Link quits at the ripe age of 20, has a one-fifth life crisis, and then has a kid with Pherse, only for more shit to happen and Pherse goes missing, so Link and his baby Fen need to find her. I love all the original characters (Ishka my beloved) and I specifically love the relationship between this Link and Zelda.

For non-fic news, I read I Wish You All The Best by Mason Deaver, in Dutch, and Maybe In Another Life by Taylor Jenkins Reid. Both were nice. I do not know how many fics I’ll read next week, because I borrowed 8 books from the library and I now have 17 books at home. We shall see.

#fic rec friday #tagged in

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ratscraftz · 2 years

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MMNSNNMN AUBREY AND SUNNY INTERACTION HEADCANONS PERHAPS? 👉👈/nf

I drew something that I thought how their reunion went here https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/twelvetorties/688961902263582720?source=share and it's so funny to me

She didn't forgive him right away, but she did understand that it was an accident and was willing to try

Post good ending au he does her hair

She paints his nails <3

Most of the time when they hang out they're just content in being close in silence

Basically Sunny's the opposite of Kel

Tbh I feel like he'd borrow her clothes

They're comfy :)

Aubrey (and Basil) are his personal hypemen 💪💪

"woooo go whore shake that ass!!!" <- Aubrey @ Sunny doing literally anything

#This r bad Im sorry #The last two are from our dms heehee #Omori #Omori aubrey #Omori sunny #omori sunburn #I guess???#This could honestly be taken as platonic or romantic idc

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tiny-wyrms · 14 days

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Basil banging out the tunes :P 🌈🎶🌈🎵🌈🎶🌈🎵🌈

#small doodle cuz i drew a lot today #it’s still the 13th for me yippee #neil banging out the tunes #my art #basil oc #mouse #no idea what to tag this or what blog to post it on but whatever lmao #art #oh yeah for those who don’t know uhh basil is a normal mouse in canon of tllr #not a borrower that’s an au

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whumpy-wyrms · 5 months

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BASIL IS SO SILLY I LOVE THEM (Anton is there too i guess)

anyway i made a g/t sideblog to keep things organized and also i don’t wanna be annoying to my whump followers by reblogging a bunch of gt stuff all the time (and vice versa)

so yea follow @tiny-wyrms for gt stuff (will probably change the pfp but i thought it’s funny that Avocato is my pfp here and Little Cato is my pfp there lols)

if u don’t know what g/t is: it stands for giant/tiny and it’s basically the dynamics between characters that are really smaller or bigger than the other (lots of fear and whump and fluff). i’m bad at explaining things but it’s just like the secret world of arietty, with borrowers and stuff (basil)

anyway not sure how active i’ll be on that account (probably mainly used for reblogs) but i made a queue for like a months worth so yea (never used a queue before and i’m scared /j)

#my art #basil oc #borrower basil au #borrower basil au art #g/t #gt art #g/t art #giant/tiny #borrowers #mousefolk #the last lab rat #tllr au #g/t community #gt ocs #gt #anton oc

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mikkokomori · 2 years

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Pokemon trainer profiles! (Feat. Mari Lives AU from Basil's P.O.V.~! And borrowing from OP's Pokemon submissions and asks~)

Aubrey: She's had a rough life, having been born and raised in the Orre region before coming to Faraway Town. She wants to take on the Gyms, but she also wants a stable job for better living conditions, so she's focusing on school first. She probably won't be going on a trainer journey until after graduation. It's probably for the best. Battling professionally doesn't really provide job security. This way, she at least has something to fall back on if things don't work out. I wonder what she's thinking of in the future...?

Banette: Mr. Plantegg

Lopunny (Shiny): Bun-Bun

Basil: Oh, me...? I help my grandma take care of the medicinal herbs at the Pokemon Center's garden, and I work part-time at a local flower shop to help raise and donate money. Polly says that with my knowledge on plants, I could become a herbalist to help Nurse Joy. Being surrounded by plants while helping Pokemon... That does sound really nice, and if Hero decides to become a doctor, we can see and help each other every day!

Petilil

Hero: Sunny's next door neighbor, and Kel's big brother. He's still figuring out who he wants to be and what to do with his life, but his parents are urging him to become a doctor. It seems like medical is the go-to for parents with children who have no idea where and how to apply themselves, but I can also kind of understand their viewpoint. After all, Hero is so good at taking care of and looking after others, it'd be a waste to not direct that energy to others who also need it. Then again, he does like cooking... Maybe he can be a nutritionist, or a dietician, helping people and Pokemon eat proper but still delicious food to keep themselves healthy.

Alcremie (Rainbow Swirl + Ribbon Sweet)

Audino

Sprigatito

Kel: Hero's little brother. He's a PokeBasket player with his Lycanroc at school. He and his team dreams of reaching nationals for the Pokemon Unite tournament at Aeos Island, and with their efforts, I really think they can pull it off! He more or less lives in the moment and is always trying to keep the mood up, so people often think of him as dense or insensitive. It doesn't help that he has difficulty actually reading the mood and thinking things through...but he's a great guy who means well; and that really shows not just around us, but also his teammates. Whenever the team is struggling, he's great at giving pep talks. When someone has trouble opening up, he'll be there to coax them out of their shell. Considering Hero is also like this, I have to wonder if it runs in the family?

Lycanroc (Midday form): Hector

Mari: Sunny's cool big sister. Actually, she's like a big sister to all of us. She's a talented pianist who plays at the local cafe on Fridays and Saturdays. Right now, she's working and studying harder than ever to secure her college education after she graduates high school, so we don't often get to hang out together with her like we used to. (Poor Sunny and Mari...) At least her hard work will pay off later, and she's got Mewo to keep her company during all of it.

Umbreon (female): Mewo

Sunny: Mari's little brother, and one of my closest friends! He used to play the violin, but things have been a little tense and awkward ever since Mari's accident, so he's been a little distant and inactive as of late... He has a lot to catch up on, but I'm glad to see he's doing a lot better now.

Cherubi: Cherry

#submission #anon submission #THIS IS SO CUUUTE THANK YOU FOR SENDING THIS IN!!!#omori #omori sunny #omori basil #omori mari #omori aubrey #omori kel #omori hero #omori spoilers #miko panta #omori pokemon au

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100sunny · 3 years

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“Oh! hello there!”

#omori #omori sunny #omori basil #borrower au #first time drawing basil and it’s a side profile 😔

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Oh god that. That shattered AU broke me. Kel angst is my new horrible addiction and I swear I. I need to know... wtf happens with him and Hero. I can see so vividly Hero trying to keep the last semblance of his old brother back but it just fails every time, literally the only reason Hero is trying to continue on is because he doesn't want to leave Kel behind, that he made a promise and he was going to stick to it. So I must ask... does Kel kill himself as well? Or even accidentally? My heart h u r t s pardner..... sad yeehaw

Welllll we know the answer to the last part of that ask, but I do want to continue this series, so I’m gonna use the one ask that I have about it. Before anything I will say like I always do with Shattered AU that this is a dark AU. There is no happy endings, and pay attention to the TWs.

TW: Suicide, TW: Depression, TW: Major Character Death, TW: Rage, TW: Grief

Dear Hero,

No one else wrote a letter, but I couldn’t do that to you. I know that you spent so much time wondering if you could have done anything different for everyone else. I want you to know you couldn’t have done anything different for me

Hero had begged his parents to be allowed to stay. He had begged and pleaded to take the semester off. It was just one semester, he was still going to graduate early at this rate, why couldn’t he just stay? Hero knew Kel needed him. Kel might not be opening up, but being with Hero seemed to be comforting for his little brother at the very least. Hero knew that if he had more time, he could crack through Kel’s shell and try to start healing what was inside.

I remember when Mari died. You were so tired and upset. I didn’t get it then, but I do now. I know that when you get tired like this it’s hard to do anything. It’s hard to breathe, it’s hard to think, it’s just all so hard. I probably didn’t make it any easier by pretending everything was fine. I understand why you snapped at me.

Hero’s parents had practically thrown him onto the train. They reassured him over and over that they could take care of Kel. They would keep an eye on him, they would make sure he took his meds, and ate, and got to school on time. They said this all while rolling their eyes and giving him good natured sighs. They both acted like this was something they were used to, but Hero knew this was different. When this had happened to him, they had left him to find his own way back. He wouldn’t let that happen to Kel, mostly because Hero wasn’t sure Kel would find his way back.

Right before you left for school you told me you always felt guilty for not coming back that night. I want you to know that even if you had, I would still be doing this.

They had forced Hero back to school, but it didn’t matter. Hero couldn’t think about school at all. All he could think about was how to help Kel. He ignored his classes in favor of reading about recovering after loss, he didn’t bother to study anything except what might help him get through to his brother. There wasn’t anything more important than Kel right now, and if he was being completely honest, there was a part of Hero that was spitefully going to fail the semester just to prove to his parents how wrong they were. Above all, Hero called Kel every single night. Their phone calls last year had been frequent, but short. Usually just a quick fifteen minute chat updating each other on their days. Now their phone calls lasted hours and hours, and mostly consisted of Hero rambling on while Kel hummed and made one word answers. It wasn’t perfect, but it was important.

You were why I didn’t do this yet, even though it’s been on my mind for years. First Mari, then Basil, then Sunny. How could I ever do that to you, when I knew what it felt like to be in your shoes? You were trying so hard to help me, you’re still trying so hard. You call and you call and you always want to listen. I’m sorry I don’t want to talk.

For the first time, Kel didn’t pick up the phone. His parents said Kel was sleeping, and they could talk tomorrow. Hero’s stomach dropped, and his mind went fuzzy. He needed to be there, he needed to see Kel. If he couldn’t hear Kel’s voice, then he needed to see his little brother to know he was still alive. He must’ve said the last part out loud, because his mother was adamant that he stay at school. She was so sure that both of her sons needed to get back to their normal routines, that the way to get things to normal was to force them to be that way. Hero knew better. He knew Kel needed him. He hung up on his parents, pacing back and forth with shaking hands. He didn’t know what to do. It was too late for a train, and he didn’t have a car. Hero just didn’t know what to do.

I know you’re trying, and I hope you know I was trying too. I really was, I promise. It’s just...it’s too much. It’s all too much I’m just done. I’m done trying, and I’m done waiting for things to get better when I know they won’t. I don’t see the point anymore. I’m going to die regardless, so why should I go through fifty more years of feeling like this, only to get to the same end?

Hero grabbed his shoes, running out of the dorm room and across campus to his friend’s midnight study group. They had started doing this for their organic chemistry class in their first year and then kept it up because midnight was the only time that the library truly was quiet enough to get work done. He hadn’t joined them in weeks, and he wasn’t sure they would even consider him a friend anymore, but Hero needed their help. One look at his wild desperate eyes and his pleas, and Tristan was grabbing his keys and handing them to Hero. It was an eight hour car ride, nine and a half because he hit traffic. It was nine in the morning when Hero got home and found the letter on his bed. When they found Kel, the police told him and his parents that Kel had most likely died early that morning, around 7:30 or 8:00. Hero was sure if he had just been an hour faster in making his decision to come home, then Kel might still be here.

I know it’s going to hurt you, I know that I’m being selfish, but like I said. It’s just too much now. I don’t know if I believe in God or anything. I don’t know what kind of God makes everything that happened to us happen, but if there is a God out there, I hope he lets us all be together when this is all over. We can go for a picnic by the pond like we used to. That’s where I’m going now. That seems like a good place.

He waited until the police left to speak to his parents. He didn’t even mean to start fighting with them, but there was no way he couldn’t. He had started off just talking, trying to ask them why they hadn’t listened to him when he had known. They refused to hold themselves accountable. That’s why he had ended up in a screaming match with his mother. That had to be why rage was boiling in his veins and clouding his thoughts. Hero had begged them to let him stay. Hero had told them Kel needed him. They hadn’t listened, and now his brother was dead. His brother, the love of his life, his friends, all of them gone. Kel was all he had left, and they had taken him away.

I did love you. I did. I promise I did. This doesn’t mean I didn’t love you.

Hero took the letter and the keys to Tristan’s car. He didn’t need to stay, and he didn’t want to. He didn’t care that his mother was wailing about losing her boy, he didn’t care that his father was trying to get him to come sit and be with them. He just didn’t care. The only person he had left to care about was gone, because Hero hadn’t been there. He wasn’t going to go to another funeral, he wasn’t going to see them lower his little brother into the ground. He wasn’t going to continue the endless loop of torture that his life seemed to have on repeat.

I’m sorry, Hero. I hope you can forgive me. Maybe this is for the best. Now you don’t have to worry about me anymore.

Hero walked down his driveway to his borrowed car, ignoring his parent’s calling behind him. There, right where the pavement met the road, was Aubrey. Her hair was messy all around her, her eyes bloodshot. The police had told him she was there when they arrived. They had questioned her, but after reading Kel’s note, they were sure she hadn’t been involved. Hero could have told them that himself, but it seemed no one believed that he knew anything. Maybe they were right. She asked him if he was leaving. She asked if he was coming back. His silence was response enough. She walked away before he could say anything, and that was good. Hero didn’t have anything to say anymore.

Maybe I’ll see you again.

There was really only one road out of Faraway these days. The construction around town left all the exits blocked off. Hero had memoized the route to and from his college almost a year ago, just to be safe. He had to take the third right to get on the highway. Hero drove past the third right. If he missed the third right, he could take the next left and turn around. He ignored the left. Hero drove straight until he couldn’t drive straight anymore, and then on a whim he took the right turn. He wasn’t sure where he was going exactly, but it didn’t matter. None of it mattered anymore.

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