#it is not his fault everybody he is surrounded by are all living in the clouds and probably have to duck to fit through doorways
Or: In a world where everybody has a superpower, Roier doesn't seem to have one
For day five of @smallchaoscryptid's Spiderbit Week- Superheroes/Blood
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Cellbit's dreams are always dark. They start with him in his childhood bedroom, and then they move him down to the kitchen his parents died in, and then they end with him under the bridge. The sounds are muffled, but he can still understand what's being said, and it's always: "It's your fault."
Because it is.
He's had the same dreams since the night his parents died.
Every.
Goddamn.
Night.
But, well. He deserves it. The darkness surrounding the edges of his dream blurs out the unimportant details, like the face of the little girl who was sitting at the kitchen table when Cellbit's parents died, or the view outside of his bedroom window.
But the darkness hides something else- and this is a recent development, and he really doesn't understand it. Because, just out of view, is a figure in all black with eyes that glow white and claws that tear through Cellbit's dreams like they're paper.
He doesn't know who, or what, this thing is, but he does know a few things about it:
The creature destroys Cellbit's nightmares, sending his subconscious tumbling into a much happier dream- one that he can never remember when he wakes up
The creature tries to talk to him every time, but the fangs in its mouth are so large that it just can't
The creature seems to grow taller and stronger with every nightmare it destroys.
The creature is scared of Cellbit's husband
Now, yeah, sure, the creature can't talk, but Cellbit doesn't need to hear someone speak to know what they're afraid of. That's his superpower: fear. He can look at someone and hear what they're scared of, and he can make them scared, and it's horrible and he's a monster and he deserves to-
Cellbit gasps his way into full consciousness. He stares at the ceiling, chest heaving, brain loud and annoying and and and and-
"Gatinho?" Roier murmurs, curled up by Cellbit's side with his head pillowed on Cellbit's chest. He wraps an arm around Cellbit's middle and squirms closer, somehow, he's so clingy.
"Está bem," Cellbit breaths. "Just... just thinking."
"Well, don't," Roier grumbles. "Your brain is loud. Sleep, pendejo."
As if on command, Cellbit's eyelids droop. Roier always has this effect on him; he's just so comforting. He's a living, breathing weighted blanket, and Cellbit loves him so fucking much.
Soon enough, he's asleep again, and he's face-to-face with the creature again.
The creature tries to speak, but no noise comes out.
It flexes its claws as Dream Cellbit starts the walk downstairs to the kitchen.
The dream is shredded, and Cellbit finds himself face-to-face with-
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Roier and Cellbit have been married for almost one whole entire wonderful year. He's known Roier for one and a half years, and he's been out of prison for two years.
Roier knows about the creature in Cellbit's dreams, even if Cellbit hasn't told him what his dreams actually are. Roier's been trying to come up with a name for it for months now, but Cellbit doesn't really know what to think of that considering the creature is literally invading his brain every night.
"It's kind of sweet, though, right?" Roier asks.
Cellbit wrinkles his nose and jabs his chopsticks down into his rice.
Dinner tonight is Chinese takeout because Roier's tired from work and Cellbit is tired from existing. It's good, but kind of bland. Since they changed ownership and ended up under the Federation of Heroes' official branding, the food has gone downhill. Yet another thing that Cucurucho has ruined, ugh.
"I mean, maybe?" Cellbit replies. "It's kind of freaky."
"I don't know, it kind of sounds cute."
Cellbit gives Roier a flat look; Roier just grins and steals some chicken from his plate.
"It's destroying my dreams," Cellbit says. "That doesn't sound 'cute' to me."
"Yeah, but doesn't it give you different dreams?" Roier asks. "I think it's trying to help."
"Yeah, or it's trying to kill me."
Roier's shoulders tighten. "Do you think so?"
It's always hard to pick up Roier's fears, but Cellbit can often just guess them even without using his powers. Like, he knows that Roier is just scared enough of bears to refuse to go camping anywhere without a cabin for him to stay him. He and Cellbit are both terrified of losing each other, and they're even more scared of losing their kids.
God, Cellbit is so stupid. He doesn't need to be worrying Roier with this, he already freaks out enough when Cellbit ends up caught in the middle of one of the Federation's hero fights due to his abysmally terrible luck.
His face falls. He places his chopsticks down and reaches across the table and takes Roier's hand in his.
"It'll be fine," he tells Roier. "If it tries to kill me, I'll just... wake up."
"If it tries to kill you, I'll kick its ass," Roier swears.
He squeezes Cellbit's hand once and offers a lackluster smile.
Cellbit's heart twists in his chest. Oh, Roier...
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The night's dream starts as usual:
Cellbit opens his eyes to find himself in his childhood bedroom in his childhood body. There aren't any bloodstains on his clothes yet, though that'll change soon enough.
He tries looking out the window, but that isn't what he did that night, so anything beyond the window is covered by the darkness.
There's a growl, and then the creature forms in the shadows near Cellbit's bed. (There are always two beds in his room, but why?)
"What do you want?" Cellbit tries to ask, but that isn't what he did that night.
Instead, and in a squeaky childish voice, he groans and shouts, "This sucks! I can't figure it out!"
He's at his desk. In front of him are multiplication tables he's supposed to be doing for homework, and they're easy enough that Adult Cellbit could do them now, but that isn't what happened that night. So the problems look like random lines and squiggles, and Cellbit's chest hurts, and he can't breathe, and-
"I can't do this!" he shouts, jumping off of his chair and pulling his homework with him. "Mãe!"
He reaches his door, has his hand on the handle, and then... there's the creature by his side shredding the door into pieces with its claws.
Cellbit blinks, and he's an adult again, and he's in a different dream, and he turns to the side and he's face-to-face with-
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Roier is one of the few people Cellbit has ever heard of that doesn't have a superpower. He seems happy enough without one, but... but Cellbit thinks that he's lying. He isn't angry that Roier is lying, though. No, he understands, because he himself lied about not having powers until they'd been dating for six months.
In the back of his mind, Cellbit has a few ideas of what Roier's secret superpower could be. The only one he says out loud is, "I know what your power is. You're super handsome!"
But, in order, it goes:
Extreme endurance (evidence: goes for long runs every morning and ends up back in bed sweating and tired by the time Cellbit wakes up)
Can always cook the perfect meal (evidence: he's just really good at cooking)
Comfort aura (evidence: Cellbit always feels happy and cozy and safe when Roier is around)
Super strength (evidence: he's really strong)
But, well. None of those quite work, mostly because the majority of them are just early excuses for thinking Roier was attractive back before they started dating.
Tonight as Cellbit brushes his teeth and gets ready for bed, he thinks up a new idea:
Vocal projection (evidence: he's loud as fuck when he's singing in the shower)
Because, yes, Roier is, indeed, in the shower, and he's singing very loudly. But, really, Cellbit wouldn't have him any other way. He's perfect.
"Hey, guapito," Cellbit says after rinsing his mouth out. "I need your help with something?"
Roier cuts his song off with an irritated groan. "Now? I was almost to the chorus!"
"Desculpe. But you're better at naming things than I am, and I need help coming up with something to call the creature in my dream diary."
"You have a dream diary?"
"I'm starting it tonight. I'm going to figure this thing out."
"That's cute!"
Cellbit can see Roier's silhouette shaking with silent laughter through the shower curtain. Wordlessly, he opens the curtain so he can take the shower head down and spray Roier with it.
"It's serious," Cellbit says, ignoring Roier's screeching protests. "I think it's messing with my head."
"Put that down- vete a la verga, fuck!"
Roier bats at Cellbit's hands until Cellbit lowers the shower head.
And then Roier yanks the shower head away from him and sprays him with it.
"Pendejo!" Cellbit shouts. (Not the best swear word, but it's all he could come up with on such short notice.)
He skitters away from the shower and looks, horrified, down at his soaking wet pajamas.
"Whoops," Roier plainly says. "Guess you'll just have to sleep naked tonight."
He grins, and Cellbit hates him. He wants to kiss him soooo badly!
So he does, and it's nice.
A few minutes later as they crawl into bed, Roier says, "Hey. I have a name for your monster."
Cellbit looks at him. "Yeah?"
"Call it Venom. It's, like, dissolving your dreams, right? Like poison?"
Brain poison, hmm.
Cellbit grabs his brand new dream journal off of his bedside table and opens it. Right on the first page is a long, detailed description of his dream. Right below it is a description of the creature as well as a really messy drawing.
'Venom', he writes.
...What a specific descriptoin. "Dissolving your dreams", not quite how Cellbit has been describing it.
He glances at Roier out of the corner of his eye.
Hm.
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The first part of the dream goes normally.
And then Cellbit is downstairs at the kitchen table with his parents. There's also a girl there, but Cellbit hadn't looked at her face that night, so she doesn't have one now.
"I can't do it," Cellbit whines. He balls his hands into fists and fights the urge to smash his own face into the table.
"You can," his father insists. "You're a smart kid! Why don't we take a break."
He gets up from the table and goes to cut some watermelon.
Cellbit knows what's about to happen next. But he can't close his eyes, because his eyes were open that night.
"Let's try one more time, okay?" his mother asks.
He sniffles and nods.
He looks down at the problems. He can't understand him, he's so stupid. He's so stupid! Why can't he be like [her]?! She's good at math. She's even finished her homework.
His vision starts to blur. He can't see. He can't- he can't breathe oh fuck he can't breathe why can't he breathe what why can't he
A scream.
He looks up and watches his father finish plunging his watermelon-cutting knife into his own stomach.
"Pai!?" the girl screeches.
"I can't do it," Cellbit's mother whispers. "I'm a failure. I can't do it."
She wrestles Cellbit's pencil from his hand and raises it to her eye and-
Cellbit gasps as a clawed hand rips the table into pieces in front of him.
As the dream shifts and as his body turns back into his own, he's pulled by the creature- by Venom- into a loose hug. Its claws dig into his back, but they don't hurt.
He looks up, and he finds himself face-to-face with-
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Roier was the first person that Cellbit let himself get attached to after he was released from prison.
He'd met Roier by pure chance, and it was love at first sight. He was just so... and he's still so...
"Does this dress make my ass look big?" Roier asks, posing in front of Cellbit in a way that most people would probably call sexy.
...perfect.
They'd met at their mutual friend, Maxo's, club. Roier wasn't on the pole that night, he was instead working the bar, and he and Cellbit hit it off immediately.
The next time Cellbit had been gone, Roier wasn't there, but his 'cousin' was. Melissa, according to Roier, owns half of the club.
And then, seven months later while rummaging through Roier's closet looking for a hoodie to steal, Cellbit had seen one of Melissa's dresses, and, well. Cellbit isn't stupid, okay? But he hadn't said anything because he didn't want to break Roier's trust, and he lives by that idea even now almost two years after their marriage.
If Roier wants to tell him something, he will. It isn't Cellbit's place to push.
Cellbit checks out Roier's ass appreciatively.
"Everything you wear makes your butt look big," he replies.
Roier nods and smiles, more than content with that answer, and he goes to the other side of his dressing room to start putting his makeup on.
Cellbit tries to make it to every one of "Melissa's" shows. He's a good husband, he wants to support Roier in everything he does.
...And he can't sleep anymore unless he has Roier by his side. Does that make him clingy?
He yawns, anyway, and he leans back and slumps in his chair. He might move to the dressing room's sofa, he's exhausted. (He might not be able to sleep without Roier, but he can rest his eyes, at least.)
"Is it okay if I stay back here?" he asks. "I need to lay down."
Roier glances at him through his mirror, concern lining his face. "Are you okay?"
Cellbit waves his concerns aside. "I'm just a little tired. I don't think I'm going to fall asleep, but I don't want to accidentally pass out during your show. That would be bad for business."
Roier's eyebrows furrow, just slightly. "Are you sure?"
"I mean, if it's okay-"
"No!" Roier cuts him off so quickly that he even seems to surprise himself. "I mean. It's okay, but you might not be comfortable. I can try and find you a pillow?"
His voice is shaking, just slightly. Hm.
"Nah, I'm good," Cellbit replies. He shrugs his jacket off and balls it up in his arms. "I've slept in worse places before."
"If- if you're sure, then go ahead."
Something feels... off. Maybe it's just because Cellbit is tired, but something is just. Weird.
But Roier eventually leaves the dressing room, though not without giving Cellbit a big fat messy lipstick-covered kiss on the lips.
Cellbit moves to the sofa, and he pillows his head on his jacket, and he closes his eyes, and he... he falls asleep. Just barely, because his dream is a faded memory around him, but. But.
But Venom isn't there.
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The third stage of the dream is the coldest. It gnaws at Cellbit's brain, because it was the middle of January when his parents died. He was alone and under the bridge and covered in blood and absolutely freezing.
The dream doesn't ever go on past the bridge. He always just sits there shivering until he wakes up unless Venom shows up.
So he sits, and he shivers, and he waits to wake up. His body is crying, and the tears are freezing to his cheeks. He can't breathe. He can't stop thinking of... of... fuck, who is that girl? The one who chased Cellbit out of the house. The one with no face but the same voice as him.
A police car speeds over the bridge above him. It's going to his house, he knows this. The morning after the bridge, he snuck back towards his house, and the police car was still there. So was the girl. So were his parents bodies, wrapped in sheets and being carried to a Federation-white van.
He's a mistake. [She] was always better than him. [She] never hurt anybody. It isn't fair!
He sobs and buries his face in his knees. He won't sleep tonight, Cellbit remembers staying up all night because he couldn't close his eyes without seeing his parents die in front of him, and he still can't close his eyes without seeing it.
"I'm a monster," he whimpers, the first time he'd ever spoken those words, but not the last. (Later, he would try to embrace them and become the monster the media labeled him as, but it didn't help.)
There's a snarl above him, and then there's Venom standing above him with its fangs bared.
"I-" Cellbit chokes, forced to repeat what he'd said all those years ago. "I need to turn myself in. I have to!"
He stands. Venom moves to block him, grabbing onto his shoulders and holding him in place.
"There have to be healer heroes," Cellbit reasons. "They can fix them."
(They can't, and they won't.)
If possible, Venom looks distraught. The darkness wavers around it, and that's when Cellbit realizes that this is the closest they've really gotten to each other. This close, he can almost make out a face hidden behind Venom's teeth, buried deep within its mouth. But it's too dark, but if he looks hard enough...
Venom steps back, and he tears the bridge apart, and Cellbit finds himself face-to-face with-
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Roier is cooking dinner tonight, and it smells wonderful. Of course it does, Roier's the one cooking it. Everything he cooks is wonderful, because he's wonderful.
Cellbit sits at the table watching. The kids are all in the other room doing homework, and it's almost peaceful.
Roier slips with the spatula and drops it into the pan. He swears and scoops it out and swears again as the oil inside burns him.
Again, almost peaceful.
Cellbit swiftly stands from his chair and goes to help Roier.
"Here, let me-"
Roier lightly smacks his hand. "Não, não. Go away."
"Mmm, what if I wanna stay with you?"
He slips an arm around Roier's waist and snuggles up against his back. He rests his chin on Roier's shoulder and watches a beautiful smile spread across Roier's face.
"I guess it's fine," Roier sighs, playing up the theatrics. "I guess."
And then it's peaceful once more. Cellbit watches Roier cook, and he pays special attention to Roier's biceps. (Sue him, his husband is hot.)
But then, in the other room, Richarlyson starts shouting:
"This is stupid!"
"Calm down," Bobby drawls. "It's just multiplication, let me see-"
"No, I can do it!"
Cellbit tenses. Roier doesn't seem to notice, and that's fine. It's nothing for either of them to worry about.
"You've literally been working on that for hours," Bobby argues. "Let me see."
"Não!"
Quietly, Pepito pipes up with, "I wanna see!"
"No!" Richarlyson yells. "I can- I can do it!"
"Let me see," Pepito pleads.
(Cellbit can't see.)
"Fuck you, give me the homework," Bobby snaps.
"Fuck you, it's mine!" Richarlyson exclaims.
(Cellbit can't breathe.)
"You literally can't even do it," Bobby mocks. "Give it."
(Cellbit can't-)
The world dissolves around him, and all he can see is his father's body sprawled across the floor and his mother across from him still muttering about how useless she is as he still muttered about how useless he is and he's both 26 years old and eight and he can't breathe and and and and and-
"Cellbit!" he hears. Two warm, gentle hands settle on his cheeks, and he blinks, and he's in his own kitchen. With his husband. Crying.
"It's fine," Roier whispers. He presses his forehead against Cellbit's, eyes slipping shut. "It isn't going to happen again. You're fine. They're fine. It's fine."
Cellbit blinks. The kitchen sounds miles and miles away, but he still heard that, and he knows for certain that he not once has told anybody about the night he killed his parents.
He swallows, fresh tears stinging at his eyes. "What isn't going to happen again?"
Roier tenses, but he doesn't move. His eyes squeeze even further shut, but he doesn't move. His mouth narrows into a pencil-thin line, but he doesn't move.
Cellbit can barely feel his hands, but he still moves his arms to hold Roier around the middle. The kids are still fighting in the background, but... but he can't handle them right now.
In a minute.
"Do we have to talk about it?" Roier hesitantly asks.
Cellbit's answer is immediate: "No. Just... sorry. I'm sorry."
Roier's brow furrows. "'Sorry'? Sorry for what, eh?"
"You shouldn't have to see all... all that. I don't even want to talk about it, but-"
"No, shut up. I'm sorry for sneaking into your dreams every night. It kinda just happens, I don't control it, but... it happened, and you were so sad, and I wanted to help."
Cellbit smiles faintly. His own eyes slip shut, and he can almost not see the bodies this time.
"You do help," he responds. "You help more than you could ever imagine, even outside of the dreams."
He tips his head up to kiss Roier, soft and brief and gentle.
Against Cellbit's lips, Roier mutters, "I can stop."
Cellbit shakes his head. "Don't worry about it. Now that I know it's you, I can stop freaking out about a buff scary monster guy haunting me."
Roier huffs out a quiet laugh. "I can try and be less scary, but I don't control that, either."
"It's still you. Just... God, does this make me a monsterfucker?"
Roier's laugh is much louder this time. He bites Cellbit's bottom lip before pulling back.
Cellbit's eyes open, and he looks into Roier's, and he can see the love in them, and he can feel the love in his own.
God-damn, how did he get this lucky?
"Who are you calling a monster?" Roier demands. He pinches Cellbit's side and turns back to the stove. "Fuck you, sleep alone tonight. I don't even care."
Cellbit smiles and invades his husband's space once more. He hooks his chin over Roier's shoulder, and he sighs against Roier's cheek.
"Te amo," he says. He presses a chaste kiss to the side of Roier's jaw.
Roier's ears turn red, but his face betrays no emotion.
"Your breath smells," he says, a smile teasing at his own lips. "Go brush your teeth before we eat."
Cellbit rolls his eyes, but he leaves to go do as he's told if only to try and finish panicking on his own and try and calm down before dinner.
He passes through the living room, and he sees Bobby at the table helping Richarlyson with his homework.
Some things do change, after all.
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hey baby, can i request a jealous jordan li x reader? ❤️
Green Eyed Monster !!
masterlist. requested, yes. warnings, slightly sexual(?). pairings, jordan li x reader. i hope u like this 😭 i wrote this at like 5am
As a Libra, you can’t help it that your charisma is through the roof. It’s what got Jordan snagged up by you in the first place and the exact reason why it’s the bane of their existence. Everybody wants you. Even the ones who don’t even realise it until they meet you. And it’s…not necessarily your fault. It’s not something you can easily turn off and the fact that it puts you in some sticky situations can make you look like an asshole. But, to be clear, telling someone straight forward is your forte. Some people just tend to not listen. Unfortunately for you this time, Jordan was there to see.
The gala was in the middle of its most active period. You were off to the side by the bar, shimmering with silver underneath the light. You were oblivious to your surroundings, nursing a drink that certainly wasn’t appropriate for your drinking age, (you were one year from the big one two, who gives a shit?) but didn’t have a care in the world. Jordan wasn’t feeling the best (fucking parents, am I right?) and he decided to find you so you both can get the hell out of there. It was getting boring anyway. They searched for you, knowing little about where you went off to. And they were getting impatient.
Your drink was about to finish, so you waved your hand for the bartender to give you a refill when you felt someone slide in next to you. At first you didn’t pay any mind, but then you felt as though they were getting a little to close. “Can I help you?” You ask with a light tone. You turned slightly to give them some semblance of eye contact and attention when in reality all you wanted to do was get out of there. It was only a matter of time before you and Jordan were able to do that. “You can help me in more ways than one actually.”
Oh, brother. You rolled your eyes, hoping it wouldn’t be seen by the man trying so desperately to appear slick. On the other side of the room, Jordan had walked away from Marie and Cate after having an almost heartfelt conversation (trauma dump royalty at its finest). They wanted nothing more than to have their hands on you, away from the world after enduring a two hour long engagement with his parents. They always managed to hit the one nerve that Jordan knows will never be accepted, no matter how much therapy they go to as a family.
“Hm, is that so? Why don’t you go ‘head and name ‘em for me,” you sounded bored, but to the guy invading your personal space didn’t seem to catch on. Aloof pest. You drowned out what he had to say after hearing ‘make me feel good,’ not knowing that Jordan had set eyes on you, watching the whole thing unfold. He was seething, their big brown eyes blown as it settled on the man reaching over to place his arm on your chair. Near you. In your space, breathing your air. No, that can’t just do! Long legs began striding towards the pair of you, breathing getting rougher with each step.
The man was about to be in for a very rude awakening. “What do you say we get outta here?”
“And what do you say about me beating the living shit out of you, huh?” Jordan’s voice was stern that it made even you jump a little. It broke through your trance, realising the man was still around and now has to endure the wrath of Jordan Li. The man was taken aback just a bit as his eyes laid on Jordan. They were the same height, but Jordan’s demeanour was as intimidating as they come. Oozing out an authority that required to not be messed with. His jaw ticked, crazed eyes never leaving the man that didn’t seem to get the message of moving away from you.
You turned in your chair, hand immediately meeting the Supe’s forearm and squeezing it as you tried to grab their attention. “Hey, baby. I was wondering where you were,” you said softly, pushing the intruder away from you to stand in front of Jordan. You can tell he was livid and honestly? Nothing turned you on more, but first you must stop them from tearing the persistent man apart.
“Is he bothering you, love?” He spoke without so much as taking his eyes off the offender. Jordan’s body figure was rigid and no amount of force you added was going to make them move. “We were just talking actually, until you interrupted us.” Oh, brave one then? “Is that so? I fucking interrupted you guys? That’s funny. You hear that, babe? I interrupted your fucking conversation.”
You had to deescalate the situation before it got out of hand. “Yeah, haha, that’s so funny. Hey, listen–”
“You think you can just walk up to any random unsuspecting person and think you’re entitled to their time? What the fuck is wrong with you, dude?” Jordan’s eyebrows furrowed, feeling them move closer to the man. “Dude, I don’t want any trouble.”
“Well that’s unfortunate ‘cause I wanna give you trouble!” Jordan yelled, almost knocking you over. You know he probably didn’t mean to, but fuck was he strong. And quite frankly, you’ve had enough. “I think we should–” you were cut off before you could finish, the man squaring his chest and stepping to Jordan. He didn’t know what he was getting himself into, you knowing he wouldn’t last point three seconds in a fight with your partner.
Jordan moved you swiftly to the side before swinging at the man, not even hitting the ground yet before he knocked out. “Jordan!” You exclaimed, pulling them by their arm as they switched to their female form. It was easier to pull her out of the ball room and out of the building as a whole. You were furious, but you couldn’t deny that was really hot. “Jordan, what the fuck!”
“What the fuck? He was flirting with you! I couldn’t just stand there and let that happen!”
“I was barely paying him any mind. As soon as I saw you did I not have my full attention on you?!” You screamed at the top of your lungs you were sure that the passer-by’s were to look in your direction with a crazed look. But it didn’t matter, Jordan just punched someone! “Yes, but that doesn’t matter! He was doing too much I couldn’t let that slide!”
“That’s besides the point, you punched him! You knocked him out!”
“And I’d do it again.” She said sternly. If it didn't make your legs clench, you would've been pissed. More pissed than you are now. Your anger was slowly diminishing, your eyes becoming softer as you look at Jordan. No matter how hard she tried to look tough, their eyes told the whole story to you. It was hard for Jordan to hide their true feelings to you and it was both amazing and annoying at the same time for them. You slowly reached out to grasp at her tiny hands, squeezing them ever so lightly before pulling her closer to you, noses almost touching.
Jordan smiled small, "I know you will, that's the problem," you said with a huge smile on your lips as well. It made you want to eat her right up. You both stood there for awhile not caring about the world around you. Hands intertwined and lips ghost meeting each other every once in awhile. Jordan squeezed your hands back, lifting their head. "Let's go back to my dorm, yeah?" Your eager nod alone had her quickly pulling you away.
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This is my last straw I've been getting non stop asks from Smoleggon and his gang They just want to be my Catalyst by accusing me of having sex with my late brother and By being a pedophile all because I want to unite Family Guy fans. SMOLEGGON I DID NOT HAVE SEX WITH MY BROTHER AND I AM NOT A PEDOPHILE EITHER I DONT TALK TO ANYBODY OR HAVE ANY FRIENDS FOR A REASON. Everybody just wants to fuck with me and Laugh at me like I'm just some kind of fucking joke and I can't take it The only people who pretend to like me Only do it because they think it's funny when I hurt. I'm not a fucking joke I'm a Person I'm a living breathing Person with feelings and I am Effected by the things you say like when you tell me I am why my Brother died as if I don't think about that Every day and telling me I had Sex with my brother and telling me I'm a pedophile because Minors following me telling me I have to keep a tab on every single one of my followers it's so fucking stressful. SO SMOLEGGON AND HIS GANG NEEDS TO STOP SENDING ME THIS BULLSHIT TRYING TO BE MY CATALYST. I would never have sex with my brother that is Disgusting I have no interest in Anybody at all romantically or sexually EXCEPT PETER BECAUSE HE IS MY HUSBAND. SO SHUT THE FUCK UP. IM SICK OF YOU PERVERTS MAKING ME THINK ABOUT THIS DISGUSTING VILE THINGS I DON'T LIKE THIS. I DONT LIKE THIS I DONT LIKE BEING TALKED TO LIKE THIS I'M TIRED OF MY DEVIL HEART UNLOCKING BECAUSE OF DISGUSTING SHIT PEOPLE SEND INTO MY INBOX. CONSTANT DEATH THREATS FROM SMOLEGGON AND HIS GANG IN MY INBOX TELLING ME THEYLL FIND WHERE I LIVE AND HURT ME. I don't want to hurt anymore I'm so tired of my Devil's Heart. I wish I could be Normal like every body else but I'll just be Alone forever that's what connects me and Lois is nobody Understands her not even Peter the love of her life truly Understands how she feels inside and no matter how Many people she surrounds herself with she Will always be alone that's why I don't surround myself with Anybody anymore I tried with Joe and Bonnie but they were Fakers who pretended to be my friend Because they thought it was funny to make me hurt I try to keep Brian around but He never talks to me anymore I don't think he Cares about me I don't think he's faking like Bonnie and Joe but I do think he does not want to talk to me or watch cartoons like Family Guy and American Dad with me anymore even though he used to and Meg doesn't talk to me very often I'm glad when she does but we're not close she's just a Family Guy kin although I'm happy to have her around the only person who was ever close to me was Caleb and he was constantly my Catalyst just like Peter to Lois. But I miss Caleb I really do because even when he was Ignoring me I felt like I had somebody to talk to but now I'm Alone and after this slander Campaign by Smoleggon I'm scared that people will Believe these Lies they are obsessed with spreading because they're Obsessed with me. I just want to unite all Family Guy fans and I don't understand why I get this kind of hate I didn't do anything wrong no matter what Platform I go on I get hate even in real life when it was just me and Jonas I would get constant Hate from my Mom and Dad because of Family Guy they would beat me within an inch of my life because of Family Guy I would lay on my bedroom floor bleeding and crying and Jonas was the only one who was there for me and he would wash my Wounds and sing me the Family Guy theme song to calm me down I miss Jonas and I do feel like it's my fault he died because if I wasn't obsessed with Family Guy he would've moved on and we wouldn't have to Run Away to talk about Family Guy and play Family Guy outside or get sent to the Tent. Smoleggon when you send me asks about my brother and about being a horrible person it really effects me. I know you think it's funny to be my Catalyst but it Hurts. So I hope you see this post and realize I'm not that different from you and I hope you can sympathize and tell your minions to leave me alone and please Move on.
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Neteyam x avatar!reader
part 3!
part 1 part 2
a/n: happy new year everybody! :D let's hope 2023 won't be that harsh
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When the setting sun vanished below the horizon, your bioluminescent dots began to glow alongside with the Pandoran living organism. They added a nice touch to the painted parts of your avatar and highlighted your sharp facial features a certain warrior couldn't avoid even if he tried his hardest. Neteyam was seated near the fire in a circle formed by the hunting squad he got entrusted with the leadership of in the Great hunt, recalling his successful kill, but his golden eyes would occasionally gaze at you. You were sitting sideways to the fire across from Kiri in your banshee costume, braiding Tuk's hair at her request to match your hairstyle.
"There you go," you pat the sides of her thighs and earn enthusiastic squeals in return. The little girl jumps into your arms with giggles and gives you a tight hug before she abandons you and her sister to show your precise work to her parents. "I feel like my muscles are about to fall off my bones," you squeeze your sore biceps and catch Kiri roll her eyes at your exaggeration. "No, I'm serious, they are about to come off."
"I braid hair all the time," Kiri shrugs her shoulders and takes a bite of her meal, sturmbeest meat. She points to her arms, her innocent smile changing into a teasing smirk, "And I still have mine." You reach out and push her shoulder playfully, making her laugh.
"It's not my fault you're literally the master of braiding hair," you gesture to your styled locks, receiving a groan from the author of the beautiful work that compliments your try to represent a banshee, different sizes of colorful feathers decorating your chest and head.
"Shut it," Kiri throws a piece of her food at you and chuckles at your offended frown, but her sparkling eyes settle down on a mesmerized boy behind you, her grin widening at the sight. "Come," she brushes her fingers against her thighs and untangles her legs to stand up, an insidious idea scratching the back of her mind.
"What?" you almost choke on your bite of harvesting fruit and wipe your mouth with the back of your hand before Kiri manages to grip your arm and pull you up to your shoeless feet. "Hey! I was serious about the muscles!"
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With rings of blue-green light illuminating your heels, you continue to wander through the middle of the humongous forest where Kiri abandoned you without a warning, treasuring the sight of the emitting light surrounding you.
You cross a branch with a skip in your pace and count the number of rings your footsteps trigger on the bioluminescent moss. You lift your gaze when your toes land in the territory of Ultral Aymokriyä [Tree of Voices] and ponder. You are an avatar, a hybrid, with what the Na'vi consider as demon blood flowing through your veins. Can you step into an important spiritual site to the Omatikaya clan without their consent?
You trail your hand along the magenta roots with a hum and allow yourself to stroll further into the wonderland. Your fingertips continue to intensify their soft glow as your feet create more blue-green rings. The spots you stepped in are triggered off by another pair of shoeless feet, but much bigger than yours. You come to a stop somewhere in the middle of the site with an outstretched palm and a mesmerized golden gaze tracing your tight back muscles.
A woodsprite lands in the center of your palm and displays its breathtaking beauty to your curiosity. You have seen a woodsprite before and learned the meaning of it from Norm, who questioned your sudden interest in the seeds, but all you could say was that they decided to rest nearby and their elegant movements caught your eye.
"What are you doin'?" you stumble forward in fright, releasing the woodsprite. Neteyam chuckles at your wide-eyed expression and picks up the seed you dropped, wondering why it chose your palm to rest in. "Sorry."
You scoff and, for some unexplainable reason, dust yourself off, "Skxawng."
"First of all," Neteyam lets the woodsprite freely fall beside his tall muscular frame and approaches your cross-armed avatar with a sickly sweet smile. "Your accent is terrible," you roll your eyes and take a step back, feeling your quickening heartbeat in your dry throat. "And secondly, I would like my question to be answered."
He continues moving forward with a tiny smile decorating his slightly agape lips, his sharp fangs on display. You have always wondered how it must feel like having them run across your skin. You tend to play around with yours and test strength of multiple surfaces, for example, your own skin. You trace your teeth with your tongue as you take yet another step backwards, unintentionally striding into the depths of Ultral Aymokriyä [Tree of Voices].
"What was your question?" you inquire with raised brows, taking a notice of the incoming waterfall of woodsprite.
"What are you doing?" Neteyam repeats and leaps closer to you, seizing your forearms when he catches a glimpse of your stumbling feet.
His warm breath caresses your flushed cheeks as he pulls you into his personal bubble, popping yours in the process. His thumbs brush against your wrists and send an unpleasant shiver down your spine, making your lips tremble. That catches his eye and forces a teasing smirk onto his blushing face.
"I am waiting."
"I was abandoned by Kiri nearby and--"
Your explanation is interrupted by Neteyam. The words you wanted to say disappear on the tip of your tongue when his is dragged along his bottom lip. His hands travel higher on your arms and leave a trail of electricity behind.
"And?"
A beautiful white seed lands on top of his flat nose and his big golden eyes rush to inspect it. You free your wrist from his grip and reach out to his face. The woodsprite exchanges its resting spot and settles down on your fingernail.
"Woah," you glance up at the staring boy and narrow your eyes at his awestruck expression. "You are covered in atokirina' [woodsprites]," Neteyam gestures towards your unmoving figure.
"So are you," you release the white seed on your finger and watch the rest float away from you and a speechless Neteyam.
Only one of you understood the meaning of the woodsprites' visit, and it definitely wasn't you.
"Are you alright?" You wave your hands in front of Neteyam's emotionless face, completely clueless. His eyes lock on you and reveal unfamiliar flame to you, making you gulp. "Nete?"
The firstborn captures your darkening cheeks in his rough hands and pulls you closer despite your objections, his lips ghosting over yours. "Did Norm ever tell you about the atokirina'?" you shake your head, suddenly finding it difficult to breathe. "It's a sign," he massages your skin with his thumbs. "From Eywa."
"What?" you exhale and place your trembling hands on top of his, searching for any signs of teasing in his tender gaze. "Are playing with me? Neteyam--"
He silences your inquiry by pressing his soft lips on yours, feeling you flinch underneath his sweaty palms. His fingertips travel to the nape of your neck where one of his hands stays whilst the other settles down on your side. You lean forward and deepen the kiss, letting Neteyam pull you towards the bioluminescent moss.
"Wait--" you back away from him and support yourself on your elbows, raven locks falling in front of your eyes. "You can't just kiss me out of the blue," you comment and earn a chuckle in return. "No, I'm serious. You just told me that Eywa gave us a sign, what do you mean--"
"Shut up," he mutters into your mouth and flips you over. "Just.. shut up."
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It's only suicide if we die
... and Izzy's second suicide was planned to set Ed free.
I've loved the wonderful lyrics of Seabird in connection with Ed and Izzy since Ep5, but they fit even better now
with my completely unhinged
Izzy died for Ed theory (but he might not be dead at all).
I think somewhere around Ep6, Izzy realized that both of them could never be truly free while the other was still around (and they tried so hard to untangle themselves!).
Suddenly, you're with me
I turn, and you're not there
Like a ghost, you haunt me
Even though they hadn't interacted much after the breakup, Izzy still got to Ed via Stede. He just couldn't keep away.
This world isn't big enough
To keep me away from you
Izzy realized that to heal, Ed had to completely let go of his old life, and his old life didn't only include Izzy - it was Izzy.
So Izzy had to die.
Like an untied dog
You just had to run
Seabird, seabird
Fly home
But - and this is the unhinged part - I think it's not completely impossible that Izzy isn't dead at all - it was just really important for Ed to think that he was.
Is this crazily overdramatic? YES. But have you met these two?
Izzy doesn't let Ed see his wound. Ed even says "It's not even that bad" trying to have a look, but Izzy "Stop stop"-s him and starts with "Eddie" which completely distracts Ed.
Then Izzy says exactly what Ed needs to hear from him to be able to move on.
Everything was Izzy's fault. He fed the darkness. Blackbeard isn't Ed's true personality like Ed feared - it's them. Without Izzy, Ed is good now. He is ready for "true Ed" to come out again ("Just be Ed. There he is.").
Izzy leaves willingly ("I wanna go") to absolve Ed from guilt.
"Eddie's surrounded by family" as opposed to relying on Izzy and Izzy alone for love (I can imagine a very young Izzy saying to a very young Ed: "I'm your family now"). He's not unloveable, he never was.
Izzy dies.
Ed is finally free (at least that's what Izzy thinks. I don't agree. But this is maybe a topic for another post)
But how on earth is he not dead?
Well I don't know! He probably is. They've buried him after all.
Still -
the shooting scene was weird. No blood, no bullet going in, Izzy just standing there (there was enough time to somehow react when Ricky pushed him back).
noone checked the wound, everybody stayed right back except for Ed who was distracted by Izzy.
Am I clinging to straws here? Yes.
But, even if Izzy died, everything else is still valid. It's just much, much more tragic and fucked up. Izzy Hands, living his life for others, finally dying for another to have at least a shot at happiness.
But I still hope this isn't that kind of a show. I am quite confident Izzy will return in some shape or form (Buttons is such a clear symbol for rebirth, and he was put there for exactly that reason).
Conclusion
Izzy lives. Change my mind. No, don't. Please.
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Here are the complete lyrics:
Ed:
There's a road I know I must go
Even though I tell myself
That road is closed
Listen, lonely seabird
You've been away from land too long
Izzy:
I don't listen to the news no more
Like an unwound clock
You just don't seem to care
This world isn't big enough
To keep me away from you
Both:
Suddenly, you're with me
I turn, and you're not there
Like a ghost, you haunt me
You find warmth in a one-night bed
Izzy again:
Sunsets, full moons
Don't turn you on
Like an untied dog
You just had to run
Seabird, seabird
Fly home
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TAZ NC: Forget
Avi’s memory fails for the first time.
wc: 1,210
you can also read this on ao3 <3
my first fic for @taznovembercelebration. twirls hair. I’m most likely gonna be veryyyy inconsistent (aiming for Sunday, Monday, Wednesdays, and Fridays but no prommy) and very likely gonna be pretty johavi centric so well theres that. but it’s okay it’s gonna be very fun yayy!!! yippeee! Enjoy 💖💖💖
Memory falters on the third anniversary of the Day of Story and Song.
Avi’s memory was far, far too good on the first anniversary. Every single memory seemed to plague his mind that first night, his voice stuck in the cracks of his broken heart that no amount of drink could fill. The second anniversary went much, much better, as Magnus dragged him out of the house to enjoy the musical festivities celebrated all in Johann’s— his Johann’s— honour.
When the third anniversary comes around, Avi’s in his home, but there is no drink in sight. The living room window is open, sunbeams and symphonies from a nearby celebration fill the house with music and life. Avi hums along to every note, all of it memorized so deeply he’s convinced that each piece has been etched into his soul. Avi sits down on his chair closest to the window and lets his eyes rest. The afternoon festivals tend to be a little too happy than what Avi is ready for, so instead he waits by the window, listening to the sounds of bards trying their best to match Johann’s greatness.
Avi’s hums verberate in his chest. He follows along with one piece, the closest to him, and matches along with every note possible. This piece, oh how popular it’s gotten, is one that Johann had written after Magic Brian had died. The rumours surrounding the piece have been strange, and it was one of the first things to make him laugh in his first year of depression.
“…Can you believe they think it’s some secret love song you had for him?” Avi whispers. To nobody, to somebody, but not to everybody. “It’s a little funny, honestly. I’m not mad. You’ve written plenty enough cheesy love songs for him that I can actually make fun of you for. No need to make up another one.”
It’s kind of an embarrassing habit, Avi knows. Gods forbid anyone, especially Magnus, heard that he still falls into this little spell of talking to a lover who’s no longer here. Avi wouldn’t hear the end of it. That’s why he reserves it for quiet days like these. Alone and loving.
Avi strains his ears and listens. One, two, three… there! “Hah. They always fail on that one, you know? Yeah, you probably know. You probably get pissed about it all the time up there. Maybe, just maybe, you didn’t have to show off all the time, even in your intimate compositions.” It’s a silly jab, he knows that Johann wasn’t necessarily showing off. He was just that good, in private and in public. There was no need to pretend he wasn’t.
Still, Avi loves to poke fun at him and the performers. That connection, however frail, is easy and hard to forget. I mean, come on, it’s impossible to forget their banter from back then. It’s Avi’s own little form of song, something so unique to them that he remembers it like the back of his hand. Johann says something serious, Avi teases something about the way it was said or why Johann said it, and Johann would quip back.
Avi tries to imagine what Johann would say in response.
Not my fault they can’t reach my fucking level.
Wow. That sounds… weirdly mean. No, no, Johann wasn’t that rude. How silly.
I wasn’t showing off, dude. And it was barely intimate.
Ugh, no. Johann didn’t sound like that. He didn’t sound like that at all. Did he?
Avi feels his heart pound in his chest.
Hah, right. I think it cements my place as the best violinist ever. These guys can’t match my level if they tried,
That felt more right, but the voice in his head didn’t match. Johann’s voice was deeper than that? But, no, it wasn’t too deep. And it couldn’t have been that monotone, right?
Avi’s eyes open and he straightens up on his seat. The music from the outside world becomes loud, far too loud, and suddenly he doesn’t want to hear it. He can’t hear it. How could he stand to hear it, when he’s struggling to hear his boyfriend’s voice clear in his mind? Why couldn’t he remember what Johann really sounded like?
Avi. His own name. Avi would remember what Johann saying his name would sound like, right? Avi, Avi, Avi, Johann would always say his name like that, under his breath, like it’s the most important word in the world. Avi imagines it in his head, and he thinks that’s it. That’s Johann’s voice. No need to worry, he’s still there. Avi hasn’t forgotten Johann.
…but the inkling of doubt clouds Avi’s mind like a familiar static.
Avi stumbles out of his chair. He reaches and shuts the window closed again, and suddenly, the thought of ever opening them makes him feel sick. Avi casts away any thoughts of music or festivities and he tries to focus only on Johann, Johann, Johann as his hands search his living room. His brain scrambles to pick up each and every memory of Johann, searching deep for the memory of voice. Yet every memory sounds slightly different. Some sound completely stranger to him. Some sound almost like a parody of what Johann must have sounded like.
Avi opens the junk drawer of a console table. His hand dives into the garbage of years well-lived until his fingers grasp a smooth, round object. He picks it up with trembling hands. Shortly after the Day of Story and Song, Lucas Miller had created small copies of a device that recorded the knowledge sent out by the Voidfish. Including the bard’s final inspiration.
He had sworn off of using it during that second year, after he listened to it nonstop during his first year of pain. Avi wonders how terrible of a mistake he has made. Avi clicks the button right in the middle and his pounding heartbeat roars in his ears so loud that he worries he won’t hear Johann’s words. But they shine through. They always do.
“You’re going to have to fight. And… you’re gonna win!” Johann’s voice pierces through the silent room. Avi’s breath hitches in his throat. He has a low voice, as Avi remembered, but has it always been as deep as that? His voice is passionate, as all were on that fateful day, but even then his distinctive flat tone gives him away. The voice is so familiar, yet jarringly surprising to hear.
How could Avi forget Johann’s voice?
“Oh, Johann,” Avi cracks. Tears swell up in his eyes with no second to recuperate. He presses the button once again, and he listens to Johann’s voice. His heart aches to remember every single little inflection in every syllable, every tone, until Avi could never forget it again. How could he forget it? When all that Johann ever asked for was to be remembered, his boyfriend can’t even fulfill that only three fucking years later—
Avi pulls the device to his chest and sobs. “Johann,” Avi cries out. Repeating his name and pressing that button over and over and over and over again. Until it drowns out any piece of music in remembrance of Johann that plays outside. Until memory falters, and an obsession relapses.
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Red Dwarf story ideas I’ve had while intoxicated:
Hologram ghost story: In a future, distant even from the point of the show, Lister and the Cat have passed on. Kryten has stopped working. Red Dwarf itself is slowly deteriorating. Holly has mostly stopped working; the ship can only move forward, still picking up enough fuel as it does to continue shuffling forward, lights flickering through the massive gaps gouged into the sides. A hologram is still running, even though the hologram suite was badly damaged in a trip through an asteroid belt. He can’t store any new memories, and many of his old memories are lost, but he wanders around the deteriorating ship, and sometimes wonders where everybody has gone and why he’s alone, and if it’s all his fault.
Changing the past: Lister and Rimmer have gotten old in deep space. As Lister’s health begins to decline, they discover a technology that allows someone to force their current consciousness into a past form of themselves. Lister could go back to before the disaster and avoid everything. In one universe, he decides that he can’t do that - he’s lived an entire life, and that’s enough for him. In another universe, he and Rimmer suddenly wake up on Red Dwarf, young and alive and surrounded by people, with decades of memories of the lonely end of humanity. Lister is aware that if he saves himself from the disaster, he’s condemning Kryten to millions of years more in total isolation and making it so Cat will never be born. Despite how badly he wanted to be surrounded by people again, he finds it hard to spend time with anyone but Rimmer. All of his friends think that there’s something wrong with him, because overnight he’s changed completely. He and Rimmer try to warm people about the faulty drive plate, but they feel like no one listens to them. They both get off of Red Dwarf at Titan, adopt Frankenstein, and try not to think about the past or the future too much.
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the larger context for that bit is essentially
that i have this thought in my mind that during the 5ish~ year period where they werent speaking fish was looking for him, and he knew and was avoiding them on purpose, and they never knew he knew. and are obviously going to be pissed as hell when they find out. anyways i structured that ☝️ conflict over a funny adventure where jq against her better judgement hires these three assholes to come clean the giant radioactive rats out of the junkertown sewers + the group gets split into jr+rh and ds+jq. in my minds eye rh+ds knew jqs parents from the alf and rh somewhat against his will kept in occassional contact with them + they wouldve known ds had gone out looking for him and then when they disappeared and stopped speaking to people theydve urged rh to go find them + he wouldve shrugged it off along the lines of "they probably got bored and went home. theyre fine" (he has this idea in his mind that they had like. a stable home life or something outside of the outback that they could + should go back to and its only dubiously true). so anyways jq knows the broad strokes of the above concept from convos easdropped on as a kid but never connected the dots between "annie" and ds and so shares this information assuming shes telling fish for the first time about rhs dead ex or smth. some other stuff happens and when they find the boys ds is pissed but kind of chronically bad at having a reasonable conversation and so is trying to have this argument with him a)in front of everybody and b)while theyre fighting the biggest giantest sewer rat. he gets hurt badly and they panic and save his life because nobody is allowed to kill roadhog except for them and he tries to give. some kind of explanation. which essentially boils down to "you were just some kid and you had a whole life outside of this. if i'd gone and found you you'dve left everything for me even if i told you nit to and anything bad that happened to you wouldve been my fault forever and i couldnt live with that. " and fish essentially goes "well i did it anyways. so. now we're both miserable bastards" (this dialogue is literally not concrete at all its just the broad strokes of the ideas) and then they have the bit of the convo i wrote out where "i think you should kill yourself" is their weird attempt at trying to make him feel better because these two are allergic to having conversations about their feelings without being mean or cracking a joke.
oh also because of the surrounding circumstances in that actual convo he'd not have his mask on but i feel like ive been drawing him without it too much lately
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Star Wars and languages
An imagine with Din, Obi-Wan, Poe and Boba.
Words: 1, 552k
Warning: Fluff.
Author's note: The gifs are not mine, they belong to their creators and/or their owner. The italic text means it's another language being spoken.
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Okay, so I have a question.
I know there is a Basic language in the Star Wars universe and/or some implant to provide instant translation between two species. In that case, you can't tell me that EVERYBODY speaks basic or that EVERYBODY has enough money to buy AND install an implant.
Just think of the countries that have to pay for urgent medical interventions. Or where (in the same country) they speak two (or more) different languages and can have difficulties understanding each other?
And think of the people on Tattooine who can't afford the implant and speak just limited basic and some cocktail of languages necessary to have a successful business. Or the people with even less connection to the commercialized area of space.
I also really liked that Boba Fett needs/wants protocol droids so it can translate for him. But again, people who aren't talented with the mechanic or don't have to money to pay for them still exist.
So, I thought of something: what about some Star Wars characters with a good but still not perfect knowledge of the Basic language because they come from a planet in the outer rim territories, or just because, you know, not everybody is good with languages at its a fucking complex skill to have, speaking more than one so…
Din Djarren:
Din would start a bit annoyed that his S/O has difficulties with the basic language. He thought being a bounty hunter/babysitter was already enough to deal with without needing to translate everything back to you in words you could understand and learn from.
"Mando! Where the... the... you know... *Insert word for tea here*."
"We don't have that!"
And then there's grumbling on both ends.
He would also be particularly displeased -at the start of your... relation- if you asked questions after someone just finished explaining something in a language you don't understand.
The Hapans incident was one of them. Really it wasn't your fault, hapan is a complex language, and honestly, why were you out of the ship anyway?
He also finds it cuter and cuter the way you find to describe the world around you. Especially if you're tending to the kid and babbling away about things from your homeworld. Sometimes slipping back to your favoured language as if the kid could understand. Or the way your hands fly all around you when you just can't describe a word any more than you already did before, so you're mimicking it to the best of your capacities.
"No, I know you don't sell horses. I mean the thing *hands flapping around in a circular-ish square before your face* that helps the ship fly... the rolling, running..."
"The motor." He would then say. His hands would settle down on his hips, and he'd stare at the mechanic through his visor. Daring them to laugh at your struggle.
But also, when you'd lose yourself in an explanation or a theory, talking fast as the passion comes out of you, and your eyes shining like the stars surrounding you, and you just start forgetting words because: what is time, really, when you're floating in space? Chef kiss.
"But if the Twi'lek have the courage, and the people, to rebel, why are most of them still ensla... ens... urg... offers not paid services? Why not just fight the power and be free? Why working in dez...dess.. euh... gross condition...s?"
Yeah, that'd make him fall in love even more... It doesn't even matter to him anymore. He'd just learn to live with the weird speech fluctuation between your first language and basic without a hitch.
Obi-Wan Kenobi:
Probably one of the most patient out of everyone on this list. When I tell you that this man is SOOO fine!!!!!!!!
But yeah, he'd probably translate back to you when he knows very well that the basic spoken before you is pretty specific and not necessarily part of the basics you use daily.
"It's a Delta-7 Aethersprite-class light interceptor. It has fewer internal systems, which makes it easier to control." He'd tell you in a low voice.
Now, you'd be pretty sure that the words he translated it to are far more straightforward than those the mechanic uttered with his hands flailing about, but you'd have that conversation later.
Or when you're off-world, and there is a menu that is not basic in front of you, and the guy at the cantina only speaks limited basics too. Obi-Wan will help you there too.
"And what's that?" You'd ask, pointing to the letters splattered on the pages given to your table. 'Looks like a grafitti.' Was your following mumble. You weren't too happy with your current hiding place, mainly because you seemed not to be hiding.
"It's a shepherd's pie... with chandrilian meat."
"'With what meat?' This is expensive!! We are supposed to be hiding!! Not feasting! 'You're going to kill me'.."
"I'm only joking. It's nerf stew."
He'd use your inability to speak every language possible to mess with you. All in the name of fun, of course.
In the end, he'd be pretty good at going from and to you with words and explanations, even between gentle jokes with plays of words or even full-on leading you on about something.
Now, I believe you'd somehow find a way to procure yourself a translating chip, or whatever, at some point during your relationship with Obi-Wan, but believe me when I say that this man will 100% forget and continue to translate things back to you.
"That's not what she said! She said that they'd made an arrangement so the turbo blaster turrets would rotate in two seconds instead of three and that they'd see if they can make it more precise for the closer range firing shots in the try-outs."
"I told you that exactly."
"No! You said: turrets rotate faster and shoot better at closer range. That's not very detailed..."
Somehow, while he'd try to explain himself on that belief, you get the sense that maybe he knows just enough of your language to seem knowledgable. He was just trying to impress you...
Poe Dameron:
Would one hundred percent fire you up just so you'd lose your words and starts speaking in your first language because he finds it cute. He'd purposely make you jump out of your skin, give you a good scare by creeping behind you, or pinching the soft skin of your hips to tickle you, just to hear you curse.
'Ah! Son of... if you do this again, you won't laugh for long!'
Or he'll put his hands on your shoulder while passing behind you when you don't expect it.
'You fucker!!'
Will, however, get a little bit exasperated if he has to translate long messages back to you during missions. He'll also keep upsetting information from you "for your own good." That weird impression that if you don't speak a language well, then you are some kind of childish representation of yourself is what Poe reflects on most of the time.
He does get frustrated when he's under pressure and will push you away to reduce his stress. Poe will gravitate back toward you after an hour or two of being with people that are just plain annoying for no reason.
During your free time, Poe would love to help you with your basic language classes, especially if he gets paid in kisses, but he'd also love to learn your language.
He would melt if you used your first language to tell him how much he counts for you. Domesticity done your way will be the best way to a soft Poe whenever.
Boba Fett:
"Princess, I can't understand what your saying..."
He will look at Fennec like a lost puppy until you finally get to be understood by one or the other. Fennec is actually better than him at understanding other languages. That protocol droid does come in handy when and where Boba doesn't have the time to play riddles with you.
He never has the time, except for later in the night.
Boba is the type of man that comes up with gestures to help you communicate your ideas better. It also helps when you're in crowded areas and trying to be discreet.
So what if you don't speak ubese? He'll sign you the more important things you need to know about immediately, and - if times are considerate enough, he'll take the time to translate them.
Boba is actually very patient when it comes to learning. He'll take the time you need and always circle back to you, checking if you understood the words he tells you. Or the situation you're in. He'll even make sure you're never left out in convos by always signing to you the basic information or the questions you're asked.
He likes hearing you talk in your languages, and because he's good at learning new things, he would get the basics of your mother tongue swiftly and could probably hold small conversations with you and even follow some of your rambles.
"And then Fennec was like 'whoosh' and 'plink, plink plink.' And there was a big explosion nearby, and then I swooped in, holding the bomb like you showed me and threw it as far as I could."
" I'm proud of you, Princess."
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hello!! may I request a fluff scenario of butler himeru with an easily flustered gn! reader (if you can),, 🥺🥺
𝚖𝚒𝚍𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚋𝚞𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚛𝚜 | himeru x reader
[an]: oof, well this took a while :,D hi~ hi~! sorry for the long wait ToT i deeply apologize, darling, i’ve been so busy lately i hope it isn’t much of a bother :,{ first things first, tysm for requesting! and i hope you enjoy..! <3 also small note; reader is the idol manager here !
summary: within the production of the midnight butlers, somehow you were chosen to be the main interest for the shoot. surrounded by awfully gorgeous idols in butler outfits, a certain blue haired idol never failed to make you flustered the most..
pairing: himeru x easily flustered!g/n!reader
genre: fluff <33 (flirty himeru coming your way~!)
“trust me on this one! it’ll only take a while!”
uncovering both of your hands off of your red cheeks, anzu calmly brushes your hair in front of a huge mirror standing in front of both of you inside of the room. she was suggesting something wild this time.
as everyone in the ensemble square knew, anzu was one of the best producers working inside of the building itself. all of you can easily depend the idol work on her, and there was no one who does better work than she did. which is why you trust her in every idea she thought of, no one can disagree with this thought after all. she’s kind, independent, wise, and also very pretty. you were just an idol manager, helping the male idols get ready for their concerts, training, even live tours. there’s nothing much going around you except the fact that you’re managing every unit due you being the only manager available.
everybody in the building knew, you and anzu are close friends. a manager and a producer often have to keep in touch with the work provided by the industry. however…this time…you kind of disagreed with her idea for the first time.
one of these days, the female producer launched the ‘midnight butlers’ project for a unit shuffle. featuring makoto from trickstar, izumi from knights, nazuna from ra*bits, souma from akatsuki, and himeru from crazy:b. you knew fans would go wild for this, including when all of them are incredibly gorgeous as models. makoto and izumi included. for someone who manages mostly every unit at the building, it was crazy:b where you checked at the most. not only was that unit a bunch of rule-breaking idols, loud and annoying to the establishment of ensemble square (double include their leader; rinne amagi) but they would also sabotage other idols’ concert for no reason.
as a manager, you were often blamed for letting them ran off like toddlers. and what was even bad that you actually did take the full responsibility even if it wasn’t your fault at the first place. you were a pretty busy person, too. the one who would apologize for the crazy:b leader’s reckless behavior was a member of crazy:b as well. his real name was unknown, though he calls himself by his idol alias; himeru. himeru would always apologize towards you if rinne did anything stupid again like always. either it was him or the other member; kohaku. although it was mostly himeru who does the apologizing.
himeru was a kind man. a calm voice and a respectful attitude. time to time he is extremely silent, though when he sees you walk pass by, the male couldn’t help but compliment your appearance honestly, and that never failed to make your heart jump.
back to the project, anzu, their producer, obviously helps in producing for the unit project and because of it, you had to come along to manage with their schedule. it was a difficult task, since they were all from different units, though you managed to get the hang of it very quickly. this wasn’t your first time managing for a shuffle unit after all.
as a manager, you knew your tasks well. you had to relook at all of the idols’ schedule, also as well as help them get prepared and such. you thought that today was just going to be normal as always…until…
“please be their main interest…!”
accidentally letting you papers fall down from your arms, all you could let out was a confused ‘huh?’
“the one i hired for the main interest in the midnight butlers project had to be excused since they had a bad cold. awful timing, i know. so please, y/n, help me out in here…i can’t really cancel for today,” anzu pleaded, her grip tightening on your sleeve. you bashfully, looked away, stammering, “m-me? i don’t even know how to act like one..! i’m just the manager, not a—
“you’ll do nothing much, i promise..! trust me on this, all you’re going to do is sit there and the idols will do the job,” she was quick to cut you off so casually. anzu sounded desperate for this project to continue, probably because of more incoming songs to produce for. you get that she was a busy individual, and there was always loaded of work waiting for her to finish—but you really didn’t want to do this. though if it was a way to help her out then…
“fine…only this once.”
the wide smile anzu beamed to you was a core memory to remember.
the moment had no time to waste when the female producer was in a hurry to push you inside of the changing room. anzu handed you over the outfit you’ll be wearing for the photoshoot set before the music video for the song they made; ‘midnight butlers,’ will begin. nonchalantly and sheepishly, you changed into the attire provided. anzu had already told the other idols that you’ll be the one acting as the main interest of the photoshoot at the moment, and that they all get ready soon before shooting. there was a slight feeling in your gut that told you to head home and just go take a long nap that’ll wake you up in 50 years, but the other feeling told you to just stay put where you are and help your close friend out.
it was no in between, they both pulled into you like a tug-of-war kind of action. lucky for anzu, the feeling of staying put where you are won the game. the outfit you wore as you head out started to feel a little tight and a bit hot. if it was your job to check the room’s temperature for today’s setting, then you would’ve chose a better and cooler fitted room. anzu looked unbothered of the room’s temp, she was far too busy talking to the other staff and idols of what they’re about to do.
you walked around the room, trying to avoid the stares you got as you walked pass by them in order to get the things you needed for the set. it was a hard time ignoring them, not to mention of how they slowly whispered to each other upon seeing your arrival. you couldn’t blame them, honestly…the manager of es posing as the main interest for the idols at set. they make it seem as you planned this to get close to them (even if it wasn’t true). sadly, rumors and issues from your establishment are bound to happen anywhere at anytime. just slight movements of everything you do can cause a ruckus to the idol fans (they’re that bored with themselves.)
the thoughts buzzing over your head took your attention from most of the time that you didn’t notice you were about to trip. the sudden impact of force from your knees were late for you to notice as you hit it, and the yelp your mouth erupted out was louder than you thought. just as you were about to hit the floor, a hand held you by the arm, causing you to go from further falling down and hitting your face. thank goodness, you were saved, you swore you thought you were seeing the gates to heaven. turning your head, your eyes took a peek of who was the person who’s had saved you from tripping down.
how lady luck treated you well today. it was no one other than himeru.
“are you alright, manager? careful now, there are some things in this area that you might break for our set,” the male says, still holding onto your arm tightly. your face burns up in sheer embarrassment, “sorry for making you save me like that…i didn’t mean to cause trouble..”
‘great job, y/n. if everyone sees this happening it’ll be your doom..’
in reply, himeru shakes his head, “it’s alright. no fret now, manager. you never cause trouble…here, let himeru help you up.” with a quick motion of his slender tips, himeru pulls you right back up in a position you weren’t aware for him to strike you in. his face was close to yours as he pulled you, making your face bloom a deeper red than before. his face was nonchalant while you looked liked a plain idiot on sight. that’s double points for you. thank the heavens no one was much around your area that was near the changing room, or else it was issue time.
“your face is red, manager…” he smiles. you winced at the feeling of his hand gripping tightly on yours. hurriedly, you jumped back, leaning onto a wall in small panic of what he was doing. woah…that came out of nowhere. you weren’t sure if your instincts are something you could trust after all this. you can spot the blue-haired idol adjusting his gloves, pushing his blue locks back before looking right over back to your shivering figure. a grin.
for the times you’ve worked with himeru, there wasn’t a single moment where he never made you flustered. with his slender voice and amazing vocals for singing, who wouldn’t be so easily awe with him? and now that you’re here with the mentioned idol alone, it’s just…even more tense than you imagined. not like you always imagined it.
“there’s no need to be so flustered now, manager. let himeru escort you out of this area, we shall head towards the photoshoot where we’ll be needing you in…” he sounded normal despite looking like he was about to plan something malicious earlier. rather than malicious, you’d rather call it teasing when he, out of nowhere once more, take a grasp of your palm, placing a small kiss on top of your soft knuckles. a steaming engine was running into your head like crazy, almost as it was about to explode. you jumped away, holding your hand where he kissed on. what was with him today? he wasn’t acting like his usual self yet it was like the butler outfit that changed him.
the voice of the music director attracted your attention back to the music video set. you had already calmed yourself down from your beet red face unlike before, so you walked next to himeru’s side when he calls, and off you two went. even if he was escorting you out, you couldn’t help but feel flustered when you spot him catching gazes at you. the set was loud, himeru shepherd you out until you saw anzu standing on the side, taking a good look at the setting about to be used for the music video. time was no longer wasted, and the project was soon to begin.
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it didn’t take forever when the idols were requested to take a rest after half of the shoots taken. it still had to continue the next day for the last remaining sets to be used for nazuna and souma’s shots, so a nearby hotel for them was provided by you and the female producer for the idols to rest inside.
yet before all of that, right after the set, you returned the attire to anzu and went off to help the rest of the members working for the midnight butlers project. it took long to clean up, the cleaners left you in charge for putting the props packed in boxes back to the secured room at the back where the other used items were placed, and you did just that. the boxes weren’t too heavy, you managed to get the hang of it.
the last boxes you carried took some time, although, himeru was obviously the one who helped you out in carrying them back safely.
“thank you so much for your help, himeru. i thought it was going to take forever to finish it before we check in the planned hotel..” you say with a sigh, sitting on one of the chairs inside of the room. himeru pushes one of the boxes back in place, and rubs his hands—small specks of dusk floating off his gloves in the air. he shakes his head, “no need to thank himeru. though himeru is an idol, himeru still needs to lend a hand to people. just like you, manager,” his reply was gentle and soft, almost like he was comforting you. a smile stretches upon your face, eyes locking onto his figure brushing his hair back as he sighs. today was tiring, and you sometimes think that you’ll thank it for that since himeru brushing his hair back was the hottest thing you’ll be seeing till this day.
the moonlight that illuminates from the window emerges with a tender silhouette of the outside view, trees’ shadows along with a building that stands close next to where your team is working at. you can hear a creak next to your side, catching your visible attention. “himeru almost forgot to tell you, manager…but earlier, one of the assistants lended this to himeru and said to give it to you. a letter from someone you know has arrived, here…”
when your head faced to where he was standing, a sweet taste of a sugar cube landed so softly down your tongue, a letter grasped on your other hand as your eyes only focused to the male in front of your view.
this guy fed with a thick sugar cube while handing you a letter, and not only that—he gave it with his mouth, and you swore you thought he was going to kiss you with it. your e/c pupils locked onto his, pushing the sugar cube right in your mouth as you gasped. was he going to kiss you like this? sadly he didn’t, himeru was quick to pull away, leaving the sugar cube in your mouth and leaving with your face burning with the color red. for a few seconds, himeru’s finger clutches to your chin, softly closing your mouth to invest the sugar cube inside of your mouth.
you weren’t even so focused on the sugar cube anymore, this guy…was teasing you. himeru knew you were the type of person who was quick to become a flustered mess, and he toyed with it like it was a routine. the letter on the feeling of your fingertips became numb when himeru left the room with a small smile.
the day continued on with just that plain memory. anzu was asking you why you looked liked a pale red strawberry, fanning your face with your palm, repeatedly. you couldn’t answer straight, and you really couldn’t tell her what happened between you and the idol.
with your help, everyone made it to their hotel rooms peacefully. you and anzu had a hard time trying to tell izumi that he was partnered up with nazuna and not makoto to share a hotel room, though thanks to himeru and souma once more, the situation was easily finished. makoto thanked them a couple of times before everyone rested.
you shared a room with the producer, and that night you couldn’t sleep. your head keeps racing with the thoughts of your moment with a certain idol that day.
he was strange indeed.
a/n: hi bb ! sorry this took awhile~! i’m starting to become rlly busy these days, apologies for the wait ToT
requests: closed :(
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I never stay up for the whole ep any more, so I am so tired, but my heart is so full of love and pain and it was very worth it.
Ugh the fact that it was Laudna, who walks so close to death, who is Imogen's first and most beloved, who's dead now. That Orym and Fearne both survived (and I'm so so glad and relieved to have them back! But Laudnaaaaaaaaaa), but Laudna who was still hanging on by a thread at the end of last week who's gone now.
My heart for the misery and desperation and horrible choice of who to rez, but also for the complete lack of recrimination afterwards. It would have been so easy to bite at each other, to turn on each other, but they have been so so firm and stubborn. (And there's this pervasive awareness throughout the entire group that we're treating Imogen like a grieving widow, that Laudna was her person. Laudna belonged to the Hells in the way all the Hells belong to one another, but she was Imogen's person, and everybody there knows it, and every single soul in that group would go down on their knees on broken glass rather than utter a single syllable to suggest this is Imogen's fault. That it's anybody's fault.)
Ashton, so goddamn dead-set on fixing this. Looking for a thing to do. Ashton who spent all of last episode from the edge of stress to the edge of panic, because chaos was unleashing around him and there was nothing he could do.
(And we get that backstory story NOW, after all that, the story of a small, soft-bodied child surrounded by primeval chaos and horror that tore through everybody they knew and loved, that's the story we get after last episode. But Ashton's not even thinking about their own issues right now. Just living in them. Just steeping in those issues, determined to find control, to take control, to make things right by force, to not be held helpless to the murder done by an uncaring universe.)
Fearne, Fearne who broke my goddamned heart, because Fearne is always, always, always okay! Even when her parents show up out of nowhere and her whole backstory comes crashing in, she has a smile! It's a smile of murderous frustration, but it's still a sweet little smile and an unpredictable Fearne who nobody knows what she'll do next. Fearne who is not smiling, Fearne who is on her knees, who's shocked, who's sad, who's scared. Who's panicking on her knees, "I don't know what to do, Imogen, I don't know what to do." Fearne loves Orym so, so, so much. She loves this group, collectively, even more. She loves so easily and with such genial gaiety but it goes so, so, so deep and she was so scared and over her head.
I am thinking about Orym's survivor's guilt and I am thinking about Orym wanting to be done but having more work to do and more love to give, and I am thinking about Orym stabbing the point of his sword through a man's foot and saying, "I'm the nonviolent solutions guy". Thinking about a 26 intimidation check and a very tired, very very unhappy halfling, who could definitely be a powderkeg if he wants to be.
(Orym saying, the de Rolos. Keyleth. Orym who is the only person in this group who's gotten the story of the Sun Tree on camera, the only person who could possibly have the context for just what reparations, exactly, Vox Machina might feel they owe this woman. Imogen thought Delilah Briarwood was a minor evil deity. FCG seems to vaguely think she's still ruling Whitestone. But Orym knows, as much as anyone who wasn't there. Orym's seen the Sun Tree. He's heard the stories. His father-in-law was there, the last time Delilah Briarwood died.
In conclusion:
I think I'd love to see Keyleth being the one to rez Laudna. Becaue of poetry, yes, but also because of the spell. Druids don't get Raise Dead. Druids get reincarnate.
I want to see what becomes of Laudna, when her age and species and body's history unfolds itself into a new shape. All those things she thought could never change again, even if she wanted them to. Does Delilah back off, if Laudna's new body is not undead? Does she get worse?
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2, 3, 5, 15 Damien and Pip
Ooh I get several! I'm excited, lets get into it!
(ask game here!)
2. A canon or headcanon hill I will die on
Damien: I know I've talked about this a couple times here, but I will never concede when it comes to discussing Damien's behavior & why he does the things he does & acts the way he does. My main argument: He does evil because he has to, not because he wants to. What do I mean by this? I'm talking about how this mean & evil antichrist is merely a front he puts on to protect himself, because underneath it all, who he truly is, is a very insecure little kid, who never got the chance to really make lasting friendships & develop his social skills, so he puts up walls of anger to protect this vulnerable part of himself that he doesn't want others to see, because he doesn't know what will happen if they do. He is afraid. Very afraid. (Obviously the only one to see past this mean & evil persona is Pip, & everything is okay when he does).
Pip: His burn scars & his insecurities surrounding them. (They range from his face, down his arms & fingertips, & down his torso, with some even on his legs, but they're barely noticeable there). Once he was healed-up enough, he tried everything he could to cover them up, ranging from clothing to makeup, but there wasn't a long-term solution to covering them up & he was not willing to accept that. It took him a long time to get comfortable with them, & even into adulthood, while it doesn't affect him as often, he still has days where he doesn't want to leave the house. Damien feels awful about making Pip feel this way, because it's his fault in the first place that Pip now looks the way he does, & tries his best everyday to build the Brit's confidence & make him see himself the way Damien does.
3. Obscure headcanon
Damien: Horns!!! As he grows & matures, his horns follow suit. They start off as just small little black nubs that barely poke out through his hair, & he couldn't be more excited to show them off to everyone. As he gets a little older they start to grow longer, & eventually take on a golden hue, similar to his father's. He was absolutely terrified however, the first time they fell off. He couldn't have been older than ten when he burst into his father's room one morning, holding onto them as blood slowly dripped down his face, alongside his tears. Satan quickly calmed him & explained that his horns will shed, & that they will grow back bigger & brighter than the ones before them.
Pip: The Pirrip family has a weak immune system, explaining why all of Pip’s family died but him. Pip's is still weak, & he even brushed fingers with death one time when he was still living in England, where he caught scarlet fever & just barely survived. He didn't come away from it unscathed, however, as he has some minor respiratory issues that causes him to have lower-than-average stamina for an eight year old.
5. Best personality trait
Damien: He's not too sure he has a good personality trait, which causes him to become even more insecure & guarded. Pip tells him that it is his ability to read others very easily & very accurately, & can understand where people are coming from. It's not empathy or sympathy, but some kind of unknown allows him to just get other people, even if he doesn't realize it or understand it himself. Ironic, considering he can do this for nearly anybody & everybody except himself. He's charismatic in a way that doesn't make sense on the surface, but there is a lot about him that is shrouded in mystery, even to himself.
Pip: This kid has the patience of a saint, & will wait as long as he needs to. Perhaps, some think, this is why he's stayed with Damien for song long, as he's the only one that seems to be able to handle the antichrist & his outbursts. Patience is eventually rewarded, however, & Pip was rewarded with getting to know the real Damien Thorn.
15. Worst thing they’ve ever done
Damien: He nearly started an apocalypse. He had just turned eighteen, & had officially taken his father's place (or more accurately, his father's advisor's place) for the throne as the King Of Hell. This official transfer of power came with a lot of literal power, which caused his body & mind to go into an overload, causing him to take on this beastial demon form that was stories tall & towered over everyone. He went on a rampage & eventually broke free to the surface, where he caused dozens of casualties in the town of South Park. The only one able to bring him out of this state was Pip, who Damien nearly killed in the process. Damien remembers none of this, other than the terrified look on the Brit's face when he started to come-to.
Pip: Killing Miss Havisham & setting the rest of The Satis House ablaze. Despite having rescued Estella, the old woman's screams & wails as she burned alive still haunt him to this day, & he still sometimes has nightmares about it, hearing the woman in the back of his mind. He felt even worse when he broke things off with Estella once he left for the States, as she had nowhere to live, & no family to go to. He had killed her "mother" & made her an orphan, just like himself; a fate he wouldn't wish upon anyone.
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Medicine for my mind
(James Potter / Regulus Black | 997 words)
For @jegulus-microfic prompt: Potion
CW: underage drinking, bad coping mechanism
The silence that filled the room after the door closed behind James is deafening. Regulus was never an optimist, but when every bad scenario he ever could think of became true he found out there was a little hope in him after all. And now it’s gone. Regulus is pretty sure that losing hope is the worst feeling ever.
He sinks to his knees because there is no point in standing. He is done. He lost everything. And he isn’t even surpised. He always knew once he shows James his dark mark the boy will leave him. But seeing him actually walk out of the door destroyed him. It tore him open, leaving him bleeding alone in a cold room. And it’s all his fault.
Regulus waves his wand and summons a bottle of wine. He doesn’t even bother with getting glass. He just opens the bottle and drinks straight from it. “I’m sorry, Jamie.” He whispers and the only answer is the silence.
He can see the moment James finally realised Regulus was lost cause. He didn’t shout at him, he didn’t cry, he didn’t even talk. It was just a simple sentence I can’t Regulus. And with that, James walked out of the room and out of Regulus’ life. Regulus swings the bottle again drinking large gulps. The wine even though is expensive is tasteless in his mouth. It just burns.
It was only a matter of time before they would come to an end. There was never a different scenario for them. But to Regulus, the little time they had was everything. He only got taste of what it feels like to live. Not just surviving. And he doesn’t think he can go back to his old life. The bottle is empty, and Regulus opens another one. He drinks the wine like it’s medicine for his mind. Because the more he drinks the blurrier the world seems. The pain is still there, but instead of eating him alive, he feels like he is slowly drowning in oblivion.
“I’m so sorry.” He chatters over and over. “I was afraid. I’m sorry I was afraid, that I’m not as brave as Sirius.” His words are slurry, but it doesn’t matter. No one is listening anyway. These are just secret confessions that he never got to say out loud. “I wanted to be, you know? For you. But in the end, guess everybody was right. There is no point in trying to save a broken piece.”
His body is cold, and Regulus lost the only person who could ever warm him up. The bottle slips from his fingers and the red wine spills on the white carpet. Regulus doesn’t even bother to clean it. Nothing matters. He just opens another one determined to keep drinking until his mind shuts up.
He is lying on the floor curled up in a ball. “I just believed you for a moment. For one flattering shiny moment, I believed in a different ending. You once promised you would always be there for me.” Regulus wraps his arms around himself. He isn’t even angry with James for breaking the promise. He gave up on himself a long time ago. Sad acceptance filled his body. “I never got a chance to explain. But I guess it doesn’t matter in the end. I’m just so sorry.”
Regulus falls asleep alone on the cold floor surrounded by empty bottles and unfulfilled wishes.
~.~.~.~.~
James comes back to the room several hours later just to find this boy on the ground his body limp, the air filled with the smell of alcohol. It’s almost morning. James spent all night wandering around the castle trying to work this out. He didn’t want to leave his boyfriend alone last night, but he couldn’t stay there. It was too much. He picks up Regulus and lies him on a bed.
We are too young for this. We shouldn’t be dealing with it. We should be worried about exams and how to sneak into Hogsmeade. Not war. It’s not fair.
He wipes the tears from his eyes. Regulus stirs on the bed and opens his eyes. James can see the boy is still drunk. And considering the number of bottles on the ground he isn’t surprised.
“James?” Regulus whispers. And James’ heart breaks from the sadness in his voice. “at least I can see you like this.” James doesn’t understand, nothing makes sense. It all stopped making sense when he saw the mark on Regulus’ forearm.
“What do you mean like this?”
Regulus reaches up to him and the moment his fingertips touch his skin Regulus’ already red eyes swells with tear again. “You even feel like the real him too. I take it. If I can have you only in my dreams, I take it. Anything. Please just… I’m sorry that I wasn’t better.”
“We will fix it. I don’t know how but we will fix it.” James says.
Regulus smiles at him sadly. “Yeah, if you say so.”
James links their fingers together and it feels the same as yesterday. At least this is still theirs.
“My head is spinning,” Regulus whines and closes his eyes.
“Hold on,” James says quickly and summons a sobering Potion, that should help the younger boy. “Drink this and go to sleep.”
Regulus shakes his head. “I don’t want to go to sleep...” James’ heart aches from how defeated Regulus looks. “…not when you won’t be here when I wake up. I can’t do it.”
“I’ll be here. I promised, didn’t I?”
“You left. I let you down and you left.” Regulus whimper.
“I came back. I’m sorry, Reg.” There is no point in having a conversation right now. James shifts so he is lying on the bed and tugs Regulus towards him. “Sleep, I will wait, and we will talk in the morning.”
Regulus closes his eyes, the potion taking over. “I love you, James.” He whispers.
“I love you too.”
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i have so much to talk about
but let’s start with this line from edo hashirama (in the present) describing the aftermath of the fallout between him and madara: “he decided to completely erase his friend, to erase me from his life.”
this shows so much about hashirama, namely: he does not fully understand madara’s predicament at this point in time. right now the number one thing keeping hashirama going is the future village that he and madara have committed to building, for the simple fact that he and madara are doing it together. he doesn’t understand how madara could choose izuna over this dream he had thought they shared, because in hashirama’s mind, the village is a win for everybody, izuna included. this is something i love about hashirama: he’s determined to a fault, and once he gets his mind set on something, regardless of his circumstances or surroundings, he will pursue it. this is not necessarily a good thing either. just look at his outburst during kawarama’s funeral. butsuma was wrong to hit him obviously, but he was technically out of line, shouting and making a scene during a difficult moment. then the same thing happens when madara renounces his and hashirama’s friendship; hashirama makes one last plea to madara, saying stuff like “you haven’t really given up on our dream have you??” even though there’s no way madara will be able to respond; he’s got tajima breathing down his neck and izuna’s life on the line. the only option for madara in this situation is to make a swift retreat.
this “he decided to erase me from his life” is a misinterpretation of madara’s intentions. hashirama is hurt (they both are) but he doesn’t yet understand that regardless of whether or not madara was telling the truth when he said hashirama was stronger than him, by causing tajima to retreat, he saved their lives. he was able to take a three-against-three battle and disperse tajima’s and butsuma’s attention from his and hashirama’s younger siblings, ensuring that the next time they met in combat, tajima and butsuma would both have bigger things on their mind than taking out the other’s child. in addition, if you read the scene this way, this was also the first instance of madara sacrificing his own “”social standing”” to save people he cares about, a pattern of behavior that would ultimately culminate in the moon’s eye plan. madara is willing to be disliked or seen as the enemy to spare the lives of his loved ones. it took ending his friendship with hashirama, but he got izuna out of immediate danger. (for now.)
and then hashirama and madara pull their punches for 15+ years. just look at the difference in the way they fight before and after izuna dies. before izuna dies they’re almost casually exchanging blows; after he dies they’re practically launching nukes at each other, but put a pin in this and we’ll come back to it. unlike izuna and tobirama, who are aiming to kill,* just look at the way madara is wide open when he notices izuna getting hurt and rushes to him. hashirama doesn’t do a thing about it, in fact he even throws down his sword and makes it clear he has no intentions of fighting further. they were just going through the motions.
anyway now i NEED to talk about the most pivotal madara moment in the entire series. this goes way back to the stone skipping. the stones are not just stones, they are ideals, and hashirama effortlessly gets his stone across the river while it takes a few tries for madara to get the same result. all of naruto is just madara and hashirama (albeit behind the scenes sometimes) getting on and off the same page, over and over, understanding each other and then going long stretches where they have no idea what’s going on in the other’s head. they’re trying to complete each other’s dreams and complement each other’s worldview but they’re coming at it from two different directions. (more on this later)
anyway the stones are not just stones and we know this because they are the objects used to deflect butsuma and tajima’s killing blows. in a single instant hashirama and madara save their brothers’ lives and sacrifice their dreams for the future at the same time. but while hashirama immediately rebounds and has his aforementioned outburst, madara does not. he accepts defeat and decides that izuna and the village cannot coexist. madara has created this dichotomy where hashirama has not. it’s either the village OR izuna; hashirama OR izuna. it can’t be both in his mind. hashirama and madara both have hangups. where hashirama gets single-minded and has tunnel vision about the village, madara does the same about izuna. and. and!! in the one moment where he has the opportunity to actually save izuna’s life, he chooses to honor izuna’s wishes and not give in to the senju’s demands; he chooses izuna’s honor over izuna’s well-being. and then he disappears from the battlefield and abandons the clan to the senju and basically makes the worst mistake of his life, all because he cares more about izuna than anything else in the world and cannot conceptualize the coexistence of his and hashirama’s dream and izuna’s life. madara has been selfless the whole time. every decision he makes is based on keeping izuna safe and alive, but there’s a contradictory selfishness to it (ok selfishness isn’t the right word, it’s not really selfishness as much as it’s selflessness as a way of deflecting guilt and blame), because madara has self-worth issues stemming from the loss of his other brothers and if he loses his last brother he has nothing left to live for. madara is TERRIFIED. he has to save izuna because if he doesn’t, he is worthless.
ok now it’s time for the pin from before. after izuna dies madara is the one launching nukes. hashirama’s strategy is all about de-escalation. this is the first time madara has actually gone all out against him. he’s got the susanoo, he’s shouting, he is angry and grieving and he doesn’t care who he hurts. uchiha, senju, clans are meaningless now that izuna is dead. but hashirama tries to put him to sleep with the pollen and continues trying to appeal to madara’s humanity, even if there’s only the slightest chance that madara can be reached. it ALL comes down to the village and their dream, too.
then comes the ultimatum, and again this is madara and hashirama struggling to get on the same page and understand each other once more. madara is defeated and tobirama is about to kill him when hashirama is like, wait. to which madara just kind of sighs and says get it over with, it would be an honor to die by your hand (god. GOD.). i think he always kind of expected things to end up like this, with hashirama killing him after he lost izuna, just because so much of madara’s character from the beginning was motivated by fear of losing izuna, he had to have imagined it ending this way.
so then madara gets desperate, and he’s like ok if i make the most insane ultimatum i can possibly think of he’ll definitely just kill me,** because he definitely won’t kill tobirama, and he won’t kill himself either. BUT he made a severe miscalculation and completely underestimated how little self worth hashirama actually has. this is a wild moment because hashirama was never at a disadvantage like madara was; he always just barely had the upper hand in everything from conversation to combat. he was the one whose stone crossed first, he was the one who was still standing at the end of their spars while madara was on the ground. and yet in that moment he was ready to toss his advantage aside. he was completely ready to die because in hashirama’s mind, it’s for madara. it’s for their dream that they shared. he can’t do it with anyone else. it has to be the two of them.
the suicide attempt was hashi’s response, 15+ years too late, to madara’s “maybe this village thing just isn’t going to work out [implied: because you value ideals and i value my brother].” and this is not to say that hashi didn’t value his brother too but because of madara’s specific hangups he felt that he couldn’t dedicate any energy anywhere else, whereas hashirama just genuinely believes in himself so much that he is able to protect tobirama and have this village in his head. and it’s not that hashi thinks of himself highly he just thinks he needs to be the one to build the village for the same reason madara thinks he alone can protect izuna. they both had the same thought process and came to different conclusions. (sidenote: the fade from madara’s gloved hand grabbing the kunai to them both un-gloved, shaking hands???? i am. feral)
and just as madara has this contradictory selfless/selfish reasons thing going on with regards to izuna, hashirama has a similar thing. deep down, hashirama really really really wants madara to like him. he is admired and liked by the senju clan and eventually by the village when that comes to be, but the person whose respect he really truly yearns for is madara’s, because madara was the very first person to Understand hashirama. madara was the first person to see hashirama as someone whose opinions should be valued, someone who was going to change the world for the better someday. everybody else up to that point had ridiculed him or shut him down or questioned him when he said the world is messed up and i’m going to fix it. he is Worth Something when madara is there, and he NEEDS madara to give him the ok before he builds the village. it is THEIRS.
which brings me back to “he decided to completely erase me from his life”. this is DEVASTATING to hashirama, just as izuna’s death is to madara, because the village/izuna carry equal weight in hashirama/madara’s minds. the whole warring states period was madara not understanding how izuna could fit into hashirama’s dreams for the future, and hashirama not understanding how izuna WOULDN’T fit into it, because they are just both that stubborn.
*maybe. perhaps a tobirama meta soon? there’s a whole separate other thing going on with tobirama this whole time that i would LOVE to get into at some point
**he knew hashirama wouldn’t kill tobirama, and he obviously didn’t want hashirama to die because the second hashirama tried to kill himself madara stopped him.
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In you beautiful opinion, how would you categorize each of your favorite TR/HQ (either or) guys as yandere? Clingy, possessive, obsessive, controlling, protective, cat and mouse/predator and prey, etc.
I have my thoughts but I’m curious on what you think of all the guys and how they would be as yanderes.
first of all nonnie my bad i have been sitting on this ask for like a week (... perhaps two) now mustering the willpower to answer this with some kind of cohesion but... idk here we are ghfjdklkjvfdk
i just went with my fave duo's from both… oikawa, iwa, baji and tora below the cut <33
oikawa clings to you like a life-ring. letting go for even a heartbeat means getting pulled beneath crashing waves. it's not enough to have a part of you, he needs everything. unlike certain yanderes, he's not some barbarian who'd keep you tied up in the basement (or his bed), oikawa's more than happy to take you out with him if you're being good. the chance to spoil you, show you off, never letting you stray out of arm's reach; kissing and touching and playing with you whenever and however he wants. he lives for those adorable reactions, delighting in keeping you on your toes, second guessing your every move. he loves you, he does, but that doesn't mean he has to be nice about it.
baji never wants you to give in, not completely. he knows you're afraid of him, that little shiver you try and hide every time he slings an arm over your shoulders, the wide eyed 'deer in headlights' look you give whenever he has you cornered, how you shake and tremble, the tears that well up and spill from your lashes, it gets him going like nothing else. you're his girl now, and sometimes he needs to make that clear, whether that's by dragging you along with him when he goes drinking with his friends – perched on his lap, squirming as he sucks at your neck and slides his fingers under your skirt – or making you watch as he beats the absolute shit out of some asshole for looking at you the wrong way. baji adores you, don't get it twisted, he'll keep you safe and spoiled, fuck you like you deserve to be fucked, but don't for a second think you have any power here. that doesn't mean he doesn't enjoy those moments when you grow a bit of a backbone – if only because putting you back in your place is so much fucking fun.
iwaizumi knows what's best for you. you might not like it, you might not agree with it, but the fact remains that he's doing this for you. you'll see that in time. it's not your fault you're too blind to see that the people you surround yourself with don't have good intentions, that they'll suck you dry and leave you broken and miserable, but you can't expect him to just sit back and watch. the measures he takes; keeping tabs on your phone, demanding to know where you're going and who you're going out with, slowly but surely pushing you away from everybody but himself – and threatening those who won't go quietly, they're necessary. he loves you. he might not be the best with words or grand, sweeping romantic gestures, but he'll show it in taking care of you. protecting you. even if you claim to hate him for it now, he knows you won't forever.
kazutora can't function without you. there's something broken and jagged inside of him, and for whatever reason you're the only thing that seems to soothe it. which isn't to say that you bring out the best in him – if anything it's the opposite. he's always a rather skewed perception of right and wrong, but as far as you're concerned all bets are off. he'll kill for you, gladly, in a heartbeat. kill, murder, maim, all those pesky friends and family, if you're gonna be difficult, you won't mind if he goes and pays them a visit, right? you're an addiction he can't help but feed, and with every hit he needs more. following your every move, breaking into your apartment, stealing your possessions, getting rid of anyone who gets too close, they're temporary fixes at best. you keep him sane. he needs you like the blood in his veins. kazutora comes from a broken, abusive home, he's never seen what real love looks like. with you, though, he's determined to have it.
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Ghosts of the Past: Goodbye
Warriors gets a chance to say goodbye and finally get some closure.
This is the first part! Please read it first or this will not make sense.
“They're corporeal enough to hurt him but we're not corporeal enough to do anything about his bleeding? This is bullshit!”
“I'm sure that Laine will come back with help.”
Warriors slowly opened his eyes to find two transparent figures looming over them. One of them was a woman with blue eyes surrounded by freckles and auburn hair that was pulled into a tight bun. The other was somebody with dark hair cut short with dark-brown eyes, and it took a second for Warriors to remember that they didn't identify with any gender... wait where did that come from? How did he know that? He blinked away the grogginess. He knew them.
“Hariette... and Jay... I'm so sorry.”
They were good soldiers. They survived the war with him, only to die in this forsaken field. He could see the injuries that did them in too. Hariette still had a giant gash in her neck and he supposed that being a ghost was the only reason why she could talk at all. Jay had a hole between their eyes from an arrow.
Jay smiled. “Welcome back to the world of the living, Captain,” they said with a playful salute. “But you don't have apologize for anything. Our deaths are not your fault.”
“But-”
Hariette frowned and made to smack him, only for her hand to phase right through him. He let out a hiss at the sudden chill that went through his body. She glared at her hand before opting to just cross her arms with an exaggerated pout.
“I think she agrees with me. Although I would rather have not died, I don't regret any of my choices in life. I'm glad I got to serve one more time too...”
“Yeah, what Jay said! We all knew the risks, Captain. We all knew what could happen. We could have backed out of the military after the war when we got the chance but we stayed because we wanted to keep protecting our kingdom. We were there because we wanted to be. I can't speak for everybody else, of course, but that's the way it is for us.”
Warrior closed his eyes, resisting the sting in his eyes. They shouldn't have to say those things, they should have survived. He should have been able to pull everybody through to the other side but he failed. He failed everybody. Even the ones who survived had a hard time staying in the miltiary, the battle forever haunting their memories.
“I'm-”
“Don't say anything. You're losing a lot of blood and we can't help you,” Jay said, putting one of their hands through his leg to emphasize their point. Warriors shivered in response. “Save your strength.”
“We won't forgive you if you join us tonight!”
“Keep your eyes open if you can though, so we know you're still here. Laine went up to find help.”
Opening his eyes took more effort than it should have. Warriors was well aware of that fact that his strength was starting to wane. He was dizzy, cold, and sore, from from well.
“WARS?”
He blinked. That wasn't from Jay or Hariette but he knew that voice regardless. It shouldn't be taking this long to remember something. It was a voice he knew heard just hours ago...
“Warriors!” Two figures joined his side. Ah, Wild and Twilight. “Dammit, he's pale,” Wild muttered, his hands instantly going to the wound on his leg. Twilight had a hand over his arm wound and Warriors hissed in pain at the new pressure. If they could see the ghosts, neither one of them mentioned them.
“Heading to the old campsite was a good idea, Jay. I found a couple of friends who were already looking for him.”
Another figure, this one with blonde hair tied into a braid that wrapped around her head. Her eyes were brown and kind and easy smile graced her face, despite the fact that there was a giant wound that stretched from her left shoulder down to her right hip. Laine. He could remember her being one of the mother hens of the group. Of course she would find the others.
“You're in good hands now,” Laine continued. “We should get going. If we're going to stay, we shouldn't burn ourselves out.”
“True, true,” Hariette mumbled, standing up. She saluted. “It was good to serve once again, Captain! Keep kicking monster butt for us, got it?”
She vanished. Jay was the next to stand, also offering a salute of their own as they began to fade. “It's been a pleasure. Don't grieve too much for us – just do your best for us.”
Instead of saluting, Laine bent down and unlike Jay or Hariette, he actually felt her hands as she placed her hands on both sides of his head, tucking his hair behind his ears. His eyes stung again as tears welled up in his eyes. “You're doing great, Link. We're all so proud of you.”
With that, Laine was gone. All of them were.
Suddenly, he was being lifted up and a bottle was placed at his lips. He drank the potion that felt way too thick and before he knew it, everything went dark again.
~+~
Warriors opened his eyes and immediately closed them once he found the sun directly overhead. He tried to turn so that he wasn't looking directly into the sun when he opened his eyes again, but more than one pair of hands stopped him and rolled him to the other side instead. Oh yeah. His arm. Even if the potion did close the wound, it would still be sore for a bit. Once comfortably situated on his side, he opened his eyes again. Wild was beside him.
“Where... are we?”
“Twi took you back to camp,” Wild said. “Can you sit up? Hyrule and Sky said you should drink some more potion if you can manage.”
He blinked as he processed his words. He rolled back on his back, planted his hands on the ground and tried to push himself up but the pain in his arm made it difficult to do so. It was only thanks to Wild supporting his back and taking some of the weight off of his arm that he managed to sit up. He muttered an apology as the cook was forced to bear more of his weight, letting him rest on his chest as he pried the cork off of the bottle to pass to Warriors. Thankfully, he had just enough strength left in his body to take bring the potion to his lips and drink the potion on his own.
It didn't taste like a red potion he was familiar with, and it made him feel drowsy as well but he suspected that more to do with the blood loss and exhaustion he already had. He sagged into Wild's arms and chest.
“It's alright, you can go back to sleep. You're safe now.”
He frowned but he couldn't fight how heavy his eyelids were...
~+~
Warriors woke up feeling a lot better than he did before. It was still bright out, so he hoped he was only asleep for a few hours. He was well enough to untangle himself from his blankets and join the others at the campfire where Wild was cooking lunch, so he was thankfully correct about the fact that he didn't sleep all day. He found a seat beside Sky, because he knew Sky was the one person who didn't care if anybody used his shoulder for extra support. Everybody greeted him, asking him how he was doing, but he could tell that they were hoping for more.
And he owed them more.
He didn't know if everybody saw Laine or if it was just Wild and Twilight. He did know they would have seen his sorry state when he was carried back to camp, though.
“About last night...” he started, wringing his hands.
“You don't have to say anything if you don't want to,” Sky mumbled.
Warriors elected to ignore him. “The field we were on last night before I took us here? It was the sight of a brutal battle. We won but the causalities were pretty devastating,” he started, avoiding the gaze from the others.
“Was this during the war?” Time asked. Warriors merely shook his head.
“No, it was afterwards. The fighting didn't stop just because the war did. There were many monsters still out there at the time, still are a lot of monsters, and they're opportunistic. The monsters in my era aren't necessarily smart but they know an opportunity to attack when they see one. The war wiped out our supplies and many of those who survived were too injured to continue to fight or left the military to go back to their day jobs. We were trying to assist with the reconstruction as well. We were stretching everything pretty thin. So when a large group of monsters attacked.... we weren't prepared.”
“So the memories were getting to you last night.” Wars didn't know who said that but he nodded along.
“I wasn't only the one either. I guess none of the soldiers who died that day really moved on. I saw them again last night as ghosts. Some of them blamed me for their deaths and attacked me, actually landed some hits too, but when I was starting to struggle, some of them came to my defense... I'm not sure where I would be without them.”
Warriors didn't consider it before, but there was a good chance he could have died that night if people like Jay, Hariette, and Laine hadn't shown up last night to defend him. He was tired and injured and for a while there, horribly outnumbered. The odds weren't in his favour, especially when he lost consciousness before the battle was even over.
Sky put a hand on his on his bicep and pulled him closer. “It's not your fault they died, Warriors. I hope you know that.”
He wasn't too sure about that. Logically, he knew there wasn't much more he could have done at the time, not with the fact that they didn't have much time to respond, they didn't have the supplies to respond, and without the number of soldiers he was used to. All around, the situation sucked for everybody. However, there was that little voice in his head that wondered if he could have done more. What if he had more soldiers doing patrols and scouting to find the monsters earlier? What if they had a different formation once they were one the field?
What if what what if what if what if what if what what if what if what if what if what if
Then he thought of what Hariette, Jay, and Laine said, and their words pushed the little voice in his head back a bit.
“Wars?”
“Sorry, I was just thinking.”
“If this place has bad memories for you, do you want us to leave?” Four asked. “You should probably rest up a bit more but if you can't rest here, we'd be happy to move.”
“The memories are unpleasant, that's true. Yet... I actually want to stay. Just for one more night.” He didn't need to look up to know that everybody was confused. His response was weird, even to him. A bunch of people made it clear that they didn't want him around, but for some reason, he felt like he still had some unfinished business, something he still had to do and he couldn't stand the idea of leaving without doing it. He needed something that felt like closure.
“If you're sure, that's what we'll do,” Time answered.
“Thank you,” he mumbled. He sat in silence, trying to figure out what would settle his heart.
~+~
Warriors still felt a little weak when he woke up the next day and forced himself through his morning routine. He washed his face, brushed and styled his hair, and frowned at the bags under his eyes. He had some lotion that made them look less like he got punched in the face but he knew the only thing that would really hide them was makeup, which he did not have on him at the moment. Warriors made a mental note to stock up.
Once he was dressed and mostly ready to go – ideally he would rest another day to be battle ready but he was at least fit for travel – he shoved a ribbon into his leather satchel and located Wild, who was sitting with Twilight as both of them looked down at the slate. Twilight was looking at it in suspicion, glaring at the slate like it insulted his mother.
“Wars!” Wild said with a grin as he looked up from his slate. “How are you feeling? You were still kind of out of it yesterday.”
“Well enough to travel, at least.”
“Good! We're glad you woke up early, there was something we wanted to ask now that it's just the three of us,” Twilight started. “When you took a long time to come back, Wild and I went to go search for you, and that's when we came across the ghost. We couldn't hear her but it was clear that she wanted us to follow her and well, it was a good thing we did. Who was she?”
Warriors looked at his feet for a moment. “That was Laine. She was one of the mother hens... she liked fussing over us after a rough battle or trying to send us to bed if she thought we weren't sleeping enough. You don't know how much you appreciate people like that until they're gone...” He rubbed at his face with his hand. “The other two were Jay and Hariette. They were in my platoon for the entire war, even when others decided to betray us, and they died in this field. Jay had a good head on their shoulders and they were one of the voices of reason. They were good at mentoring the new soldiers too because they were good at easing their anxieties. Hariette... she lived her life putting her all into everything. Whether she was happy or angry, she was never really quiet about it. She brought a lot of energy wherever she went.”
“It sounds like they were really good people,” Twilight said softly, taking a glance at his own feet. Warriors just let out a sigh and instead of trying to continue that conversation, he tried to circle back to why he wanted to talk to Wild in the first place.
“Wild, do you have an old sword or halberd you're not using and wouldn't miss?”
Wild simply responded by tapping on his slate a couple of times and producing a cracked but not yet broken sword. He quirked an eyebrow as he handed it over. Warriors thanked him and headed back down the hill and to the field where he had to fight for his life for the second time. He walked to the middle of the field and stabbed the sword into the earth, then tied the ribbon he stashed in his satchel earlier to the hilt. It was a simple marker but as far as spontaneous markers went, it served its purpose well enough. It was fitting for soldiers too, at least in his own personal opinion.
Warriors stepped back, taking in the sight of the small sword in a large field, the ribbon he tied on blowing gently in the cold breeze that welcomed him to the field the night the portal took them to the field. It seemed so small, but he knew that if the battle was recognized by historians at all, it would probably just be a footnote. It was only big to him and everybody who fought in that battle, whether they survived or not.
“I'm sorry so many of you died...” he started. “I'm sorry I couldn't help more people. I'm sorry more of you aren't here today. I was your captain, your deaths were my responsibility.”
He knew his words meant little to those who died, assuming any of them were actually listening to him at the moment. After all, he was the one who was still alive and that was more than he could say for any of them.
“But... I'm not ready to join you any time soon. I'm not sorry that I'm still alive. I intend to fight and protect Hyrule and all who live in it until my last breath. I'm not going to let your deaths be meaningless. I'm not asking for forgiveness... just the chance to keep fighting and try to do right by you guys.”
Suddenly, the cold wind from before was suddenly warm. The breeze that previously chilled him to the bones suddenly felt like a comforting campfire, the kind of campfire that he used to sit at with people like Hariette, Jay, and Laine. Warriors glanced at the sword again, blinking in confusion.
“Wars!”
He turned around and found Wind, waving his arms.
“It's time for breakfast, come on! Time says we can't leave until you eat!”
Warriors looked at the sword and the little ribbon tied to the hilt once more. He managed a small smile. “I'll be back one day, with something a little nicer. I won't forget any of you, I promise.”
“WARS!”
“Coming!” he called, running back towards the hill to rejoin Wind.
“What were you doing?” Wind asked.
“Just... saying goodbye for now,” Warriors said softly.
It's finally done! I don't like jumpy it is but… it is what it is. I hope everybody likes it.
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