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Georgie Cooper x Reader

Summary: To appease his worried mother, Sheldon employs the techniques of a self-help book to try and make a friend.

Warnings: None

AN: I plan to write a new chapter once a week. It may change at the end of the school year. On the other hand, I tried to add more to the story. I hope you guys like it.

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Y/N's Pov

I am walking to lunch, and when I round the corner, I see Mary and George looking through the lunchroom window and talking to each other. I make a confused face while listening in on their conversation. "Look at him. It breaks my heart," Mary says sadly. "Poor little guy. Sitting all alone", George says sadly while responding to Mary's comment. "I don't know why his brother or even Y/N can't sit with him. Actually, Where is Y/N. I don't see her anywhere."

"I'm right here," I say, spooking Mary and George before continuing with, "Also, I tried to sit with Sheldon on his first day, and he said it would be best for me to sit with people who have the same intellect as me. I found that rude because he meant Georgie, and I am so much smarter than Georgie. Anyways, Georgie doesn't sit with him because he says In school, they don't know each other". I look between Georgie and Sheldon, then look at my godparents. "Yeah, come on Mary, when you were in high school would you have lunch with a nine-year-old," George asked Mary. "Yes, I would have," Mary responded. "Well, there is something wrong with you." I took George's words as a sign to leave.

"Well, I'm... gonna... go," I told the married couple before heading into the lunchroom to sit with Georgie and our friends. I sat down to Georgie, trying to fit as many grapes as he can into his mouth. "Fourteen," he yelled out while all of Georgie's friends cheered him on. Georgie spits them all out before turning to me. "What did you think," Georgie asked me, trying to get my opinion on his 'cool' trick. "Georgie, if I wanted to see you stuff your mouth, I would just wait till dinner. In other words, not that interesting," I told my best friend. Georgie replied with a sad "oh" before going back to talking with his friends. I went back to finishing my newest sketch of a finch.

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Georgie and I walked into the house. "Georgie, would you do me a tiny little favor," Mary asked Georgie while he was getting a drink out of the fridge. I sat with the girl I thought of as a little sister before saying hi. Georgie responded back with a "like what" before Mary asked Georgie to sit with Sheldon. I already told Mary why I don't sit with Sheldon. Missy with her smart remarks told Georgie, "Don't do it. I ate with him in second grade, it really hurt my social life." Georgie walked off while replying to Mary with a "No thanks". I kicked Missy under the table, then gave her a 'seriously' look. I shook my head and followed Georgie to 'help' him with his homework, which was more like do his work.

I don't follow Georgie because I'm his lost puppy. I follow Georgie to help him. Without me, Georgie would grow up to be a homeless man with great hair. I am basically Georgie's Guardian angel.

"Georgie, why do I always end up doing your homework? At this point, I don't even think you know how to read. Those magazines are just for show, and you know it. You probably only look at the pictures," I said to Georgie while sitting on his bed doing our geometry homework. "Aw, come on Y/N, don't you know that you're the smartest out of both of us. Without you, I would probably still be in the 5th grade. You were right about something though, those books are for looking, but I can read you." I roll my eyes at Georgie's comment before looking down and smiling.

I admit I might have a bit of a crush on Georgie but we're best friends, and how could I ever compare those girls in his magazine. If I tell Georgie that I like him, that could ruin our friendship, and that would be weird because we live together. So, I just stick to being his best friend. That way our friendship isn't ruined and I can still be as close to him as I can.

"Well I finished your homework and it's 10 o'clock, so I guess this is it. Have a good night," I said before heading out.

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Georgie's POV

Y/N walked out of my room. I felt sad because she was gone. We talk all day, she does my homework, and we have practiced together, but I still miss her. "Maybe I like her," I mumble to myself while laying down staring at the ceiling. "Naw, that can't be," I said. I shut off my light and fell asleep.

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Y/N's POV

I was leaving my art class when I see Sheldon talking to one of the cheerleaders. It's weird to be seeing Sheldon interacting with people without them running off and crying. It interested me so much I decided to listen in.

"Go wolves," Sheldon said in a monotone voice. Jessica closed her locker confused. Sheldon responded back to Jessica with, "You're a cheerleader, and by saying "Go Wolves" I'm initiating a conversation about something that interests you." "Oh, are you one of those special ed kids," Jessica asked still trying to understand what was happening. The older sister part of me kinda felt angry that she said that, but on the other hand she was talking to Sheldon. "My mom says I'm special. Would you like to be friends" Sheldon asks. She tells him, no, but Sheldon keeps going, "Are you sure? What if I told you I admired your boldly-applied makeup?" Jessica walks off offended.

I walk up to Sheldon frantically and say, "Sheldon, you can't say mean things like that. I'm at the top of the pyramid today, and Jessica is right underneath me." "Oh, I didn't know what I said was offensive. I thought that I was complimenting her," Sheldon says. "Well, just try not to insult people. If you don't know what to say, don't say anything to them." Sheldon replies with an "alright" before walking away from me. I watch Sheldon go before heading to my next class.

I got to my next class and I sat down beside Georgie. "I just ran into Sheldon trying to make friends," I told Georgie while I get the stuff I need for class out of my backpack. "I feel bad for whoever had to put up with Sheldon. That boy is not one for making friends," Georgie responds to my comment. "Well, I think it's cute, but I feel bad because he didn't make one friend." "You sound like my mom," Georgie says. I glare at Georgie. The teacher walks in and starts the class.

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I hear Mary yelling about how Sheldon made a friend. I felt happy for him. I feel like Sheldon would really benefit from having a friend. I mean, I have Georgie, and we're inseparable.

I also heard Sheldon ask if he can start his rocketry hobby again with his new friend and I dipped. The last time he launched a rocket he killed a family of squirrels and my eyebrows. I wanted to bond with Sheldon so I helped him with his rocket.

I went downstairs to watch tv with Missy. She was watching DuckTales. "I'm surprised you're not with Georgie," Missy comments as I sit down with her. I roll my eyes and say, "Georgie isn't my whole life. I talked to Sheldon earlier, and now I just want to hang out with you. Sheldon has a new friend now, I have Georgie, but I feel like you don't have anyone to hang out with. So, what do you say tomorrow I take you to get your nails done." Missy's eyes go wide and she excitedly shouts, "Yes, I'm gonna go tell mom!"

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After school, Missy and I went to get our nails done.

(Missy's Nails)

(Y/N's Nails)

When Missy and I got home Mary told us that Sheldon's friend was coming over. Missy and I sat down to talk and watch tv. There was a knock at the door, and that set Mary off. "He's here," she yelled. "Everybody, stay calm! Just a normal day, just a normal dinner," she continued. Missy asks if she and I can eat in front of the TV, which obviously didn't end well.

We're all sitting at the dinner table, except for Mary, when George starts asking Tam, questions. George makes it weird when he asked Tam if his mom was named Kim-lee. Me and Georgie look at each other with a cringed look.

Georgie releases us from the weird vibes when he asks Tam, "So, Vietnam, like in Rambo." Tam responds with a "yes" and then Georgie continues with, "That's a cool movie." Georgie asks Tam if he's in Rambo and I look at him and elbow him in the ribs. Georgie says, "oww, what was that for" before Tam tells him "no". Sheldon brings the conversation back to George's comment, but it is cut off by Mary serving dinner.

We learned a lot about Tam's family and life. It was very interesting. Georgie said a couple more stupid things, which earned him a few more elbows to the ribs.

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I was in my room, getting ready for bed. Georgie walks in and sits on my bed.

(Y/N's Room)

(Y/N's PJ's)

"How was the day with my sister," Georgie asks me. I sign for Georgie to get off the bed and say, "We had fun. After our nails, we went to Dairy Queen and got a blizzard. I think Missy and I really needed today, you know." Georgie helps me make my bed and continues the conversation, "I missed you today." "Is Georgie Cooper jealous? Georgie Cooper didn't have someone to do his homework and now he's sad," I said mocking Georgie. Georgie grows a sad look on his face and says, "No, I missed my best friend. Not the girl that does my homework, or the girl that helps me clean my room. I miss the girl I talk to for hours. The girl that makes me feel special compared to the rest of my family. I miss that girl and that girl is you."

"Wow, that was deep for a kid that went a couple of hours without seeing me, but I know how you feel. Missy and Sheldon don't know how to do the things we do. I almost made Missy cry by insulting her earlier. I think I hang around boys too much," I say getting ready to lay down. Georgie climbs into the bed with me and we silently talk for the rest of the night.

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aetherarf · 3 years

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Can you write some hurt/comfort jeanluc (Jean x Diluc) where it takes place after Diluc is sexually assaulted and Jean hears that Diluc is injured (based off the injuries in the post you made about them) so she goes to visit him and he tells her what happened? Maybe she stays there with him for a while and comforts him and helps him around with his injuries?

Good......... Here u go

[[ WARNING: INJURY, TALK OF RAPE, ANGST ]]

[[ Summary: Barbara, innocently enough, tells Jean that Diluc had come to the Cathedral, but the other sisters' wouldn't let her near... Jean ends up going to see what happened, only for something she couldn't have imagined being the truth.

Word Count: 3'552 ]]

A rare few moments, where Jean and Barbara rested peacefully near each other--Barbara was reading some book, and Jean was writing some paperwork of someone who she arrested under...

Dubious conditions.

"You know," Barbara said, eyes not off of her book, "I saw Diluc just a day or two back."

"Oh yeah?" Jean asked, she had wanted to speak with him about... Many things. But she knew she couldn't, he was likely in a lot of pain, still.

"He was brought to the Cathedral..." Barbara lifted her head, looking at nothing, "The other Sisters wouldn't let me see him... And made me leave."

Jean froze, staring blankly forward, before jerking her head to look at her sister.

"Do you know why?"

Barbara looked at her, all sweetness and innocence, "They said that they couldn't teach me... Too many wounded. I wish I could help, but... I guess I can't."

"Was Diluc wounded?" Jean asked, nearly jumping up from her seat.

"Huh? Oh... Actually, probably. I didn't see him, but... I don't think he was standing..." Suddenly, her expression was quite shocked, "I... I guess I didn't think about it... "

There was an awkward silence.

"... Are you... Going to go see him?" Barbara asked.

... how could she not? But how could she abandon her sister, who was the world to her?

"No, I promised I'd spend today with you."

Jean smiled, but it was all pain and lies.

The guilt--of both making her sister worry, and not going to find the truth about Diluc, ate at her all day...

She did her best to try and enjoy the little time with her sister, giving her a hug before bed...

And she sat, finishing some forgotten paperwork until she figured Barbara was asleep, grabbed an overcoat, and found her way to the Cathedral, ignoring the bitter winds and sharp rain pounding down on her, slipping inside, and shutting the door as quickly as she could, gasping for air from the battle.

"Ah, Miss Gunnhildr," Jean jumped at the sudden voice, spinning around to see Sister Victoria looking at her, more than a little exhausted, and somewhat spooked.

"Greetings, Sister," Jean nodded respectfully, "I... Apologize for coming in at this hour, but..."

There was a silence hanging between both of them, a moment of painful hesitation.

"I had... Heard that... Sir Ragnvindr had... Been... Brought to the Cathedral under... Dubious conditions. I wanted to see what... I would like to understand the full situation." She explained, finally.

"Well..." Sister Victoria hesitated, "He is alive." But not well. If a sister did not mention wellness, it meant something awful. "He has been under intensive care for the past two days," she said, rather blunt compared to her past words.

"Intensive-" Jean echoed. "Intensive care?"

Sister Victoria looked as though she was ready to cry. "Well, the sisters are in disbelief of what he, uhm, claims to have happened, as well as I will not betray his trust in us." She said, honestly, "He has not been accepting visitors, and does not want his presence of being in the Cathedral known."

Victoria was a smart woman. She knew Jean was one of the three... Two, two people alive who could possibly get to Diluc, with how, especially as of late, he has made his mind into a fortress, every door barred and locked, windows nailed closed with wooden planks and massive bookshelves keeping them sealed...

Only three people had been able to jimmy the locks, wiggle enough room to find their way in, and to find Diluc, sobbing alone within, to console his true self.

There were now two, and Jean was one, even if she did not have half the freedom to his 'fortress' as Kaeya may.

"Would you ask him," she said, cautiously, "If he is willing to see me and me alone?"

Sister Victoria smiled weakly, "Of course. Please, wait a moment."

Jean nodded, with a smile that faded into pure despair as she was out of sight... She was tired, so she opted to walk to the backmost pew, and sat down, her head in her hands, arms propped up with elbows on her legs...

...

Diluc, do you not trust me?

Did you not even tell Kaeya?

Do you just want to suffer alone?

...

"You know, Diluc isn't as strong of a man as you'd think."

Jean jumped with a gasp, jerking to look at the woman next to her--a sister, Rosaria if memory holds.

"I," she swallowed thickly, "Please don't scare me like that."

Rosaria took a long drag of her cigarette, and blew it in the opposite direction of Jean, "I was always sitting here. You just came and sat next to me." She said plainly, her eyes dead as she stared right at her...

Jean wondered, for a moment, was she truly always there, or trying to toy with her in this moment of vulnerability...

But then her initial words hit her, and Jean was not offended--she was angry.

"Diluc is the strongest person I know--" she hesitated for a moment, as though trying to get a breath of air from simply forgetting to breathe, "Maybe the strongest person in Mondstadt." She finally said, finding herself much more stiff and poised than before.

Rosaria, carelessly, looked at the cigarette in her hand, toying with it, before setting it near her lips, and speaking, "Do you think he's strong all the time, then?" She then finally put it between her lips, and inhaled.

"N-No, no, of course not," she felt... weak. She was so tired, but she wasn't about to let someone slander him when... When he was already so bad off. "No one's strong all the time, but when he is strong, no one can compare."

Rosaria froze, the cigarette away from her mouth but smoke in her lungs... she exhaled, and it huffed through her nostrils, like a comedic depiction of an angry bull... but instead of being angry, her expression was less frozen and harsh, more... appeased.

"Maybe you actually do know the man, rather than just idolize him like that Donna girl.. " she said, a slight, sly smile on her features. "You want to know what happened to him, don't you?"

Jean was more baffled than anything, was this a test? To her own... friend? Mentor?

She didn't know what Diluc was to her anymore, but she knew that if he were to launch a revolution to put Vennessa to shame, she would be the first to stand beside him, no matter what.

"I do," she said, genuinely, "I'm scared for him."

Rosaria nodded, slowly, "You should be. He was weak around the wrong people, at the wrong time..."

She sighed, softly, looking away from Jean, at nothing in particular, if only to avoid the agony Jean's face may send... but then she snapped her head back at her,

"He was raped. Brutally. Men, women, he has no idea how many people were there, but not an inch of him was left clean." Jean had to fight herself from gagging at the image, but Rosaria continued anyway, "Bleeding from every hole, cuts on the most painful of places..." She grabbed Jean's jaw, roughly, "Can barely even speak from how they busted his jaw."

Her hand fell off of Jean's face, and slowly trailed back to fold over her own chest.

"No one was there he could trust when he was weak," she stubbed the last of her cigarette into the seat of the wooden pew, "And so he trusted people who used his trust against him, in desperation. And now, all the sisters are sitting here," she gestured to the pews, "Calling him a sexual deviant, who doesn't know how to tell the truth. Bitches, all of them." Rosaria declared, before standing up straight.

A little stunned at such behavior from a sister herself, but...

"... Did he," Jean asked, "Did he tell you to tell me?"

She let out a huff of laughter, "He's rather die than let anyone know of his pain."

A horrible sickness hit her, of course, she knew he was like that, but...

...

It was too late for regrets. This was between Rosaria and Diluc, for telling Jean.

"... Thank you," Jean looked up but, suddenly, Rosaria wasn't... There. Just disappeared into thin air.

Jean stood, looking around for the woman, or any hint that she was ever there... But no, not even the faintest marks on the ground, only some slightly wet bootprints Jean herself had, unintentionally, tracked in.

"Miss Gunnhildr?" A soft voice asked, and Jean turned her head to see Sister Victoria once again, "He... Is willing to see you. But, I..."

She looked so afraid,

"I must warn you, due to his, uhm, injuries, he is majorly unable to speak." She moved her hand to her jaw, "He can barely move his jaw more than a single fingers width."

Jean nodded, with a smile, "That's fine. I don't think I'm going to do much beyond sit beside him."

"That may be for the best," Victoria admitted, "This way."

It felt like the walk was far too long, to a small hallway with no more than four doors branching from the sides, and one at the very end. However, the room they turned to was the first on the left, and Diluc was in the bed, on his side, curled up in fetal position. How... weak he looked.

Was this what Rosaria meant...?

"Sir Ragnvindr, Miss Gunnhildr is here... I'll give you two your time."

Sister Victora had left as soon as she came, the door clicking shut softly, and Diluc and Jean remained there, in the deafening silence.

Jean took in the scene before her, the flashes of the disgusting images Rosaria forced into her mind blurring the true sight of Diluc before her.

...

How much he feel, to endure such a thing? She was being selfish.

Finally, the silence was shattered gently, like when a pebble had hit a massive pane of glass, and despite the soft click, it was followed by harsh cracking, and a web of cracks covering the pane, destroying it, but keeping it present as a broken entity.

Her footsteps were light on the ground, and she walked to the side of his bed he faced, and pulled a chair over, sitting in it, her hands on her lap, sitting resolute as she looked over him.

His eyes were closed. One arm was bandaged, likely broken from the casting around it, and his other arm was lifted to cover his face, almost bracing his own head from Jean's presence...

It reminded her of when she was in Liyue, briefly, and an earthquake struck, how many had fallen to the ground and shielded their heads with their arms.

It really hurt to see.

She reached over gently, and with the lightest touch she could, she grabbed his hand, trying to pry it away, so she could see his face. Even from his best attempt at obscuring himself, he could see that there were countless bandages, one eye covered, black blue bruising peeking out from underneath, and the bandages even covered much of his scalp, and wrapped around his jaw...

... Probably from whatever they did to him.

However, she didn't let go of Diluc's hand, keeping it as a reassuring presence, admittedly, more for herself than Diluc.

... But that's not what he needed. Likely, the Sisters had his hands on him endlessly, his body too weak to fight as his mind went in endless circles, eating itself alive with each and every movement.

Was it right? To bring up what he endured?

...

He deserved to know that she knew. She had no intention of sharing it, not even to Kaeya, unless Diluc requested her to deliver the news in his stead.

"Diluc," She said, pulling her hand from Diluc's, and petting his hair gently. How funny--he adored his hair, was so protective. Were she anyone else, even in this state, he would grab her wrist and force it away with an evil glare.

A smile appeared on her lips, oh, but the sight of seeing him like this forced it away all too quickly.

"I know you were... raped." She needed to say it as it was, there was no use in pretending it was anything less, "And I believe you. I only know what I've been told, but for now, I will believe that you were raped, and hurt. If you tell me otherwise, I will believe that instead."

And there it was, how he was hiding from her, curled up so tightly, it all finally unwound. His arm was no longer shielding his head, but it flopped to the bed, his body still curled in on itself, but his muscles weren't fighting the pain to remain tightly bound within himself, instead he had gone limp like a corpse.

But, luckily, his breathing seemed better, too. Actually--it was almost like he was gasping, she could hear how he roughly inhaled through his nostrils, lips sealed tight. He was very much alive, but...

...

A little bit of snot trickling down, and his one exposed eye was teary. The other--the bandage, it was slightly wet. Even with a bloody, bruised eye, it still shed tears.

His lips quivered, but his jaw didn't open--in his throat, there was the sound of muffled whines.

He was in so much pain, so much agony, he could not even sob.

Jean was unsure how she was going to survive this pain, watching him in such horrible misery. if she thought, for a second, that he may end up dying from this, and there was no other option, she would slice his throat herself and leave Mondstadt eternally, only her little sister in tow, should she wish to follow.

But, no, somehow it was worse, she had to watch him in this state, with complete unknowing if he was to survive, or if his soul was to survive.

Trauma broke people, turning them into husks of human beings.

It was a fate worse than death, to see and to exist with.

She looked around, and saw a box of tissues, reaching over and pulling it closer, and tugging one out, doing her best to wipe away anything that may cause him discomfort, tossing it away quickly.

He knew, he knew she knew... And he only continued to cry, not even to cry, to pathetically whimper, unable to do more from what his body was enduring. She had... she had heard horror stories, of women who were captured by Treasure Hunters, bandits, fiends and villains, left nearly dead...

But it was so much more real than any story could be, to see Diluc like this.

She tried to tuck his bangs--his hair was a mess overall--out of his face, only for it to fall back in the way. Unexpectedly, his hand grabbed her wrist, snatching it up with shocking agility...

And slowly, so slowly, she could realize how cold he was, how pale he was... He must've been suffering from blood loss.

He pressed her hand to his face, and she slowly shifted, making her hand a little less stiff and harsh, and he nuzzled into it weakly, barely moving, she couldn't even see him move, but rather felt it against her palm.

"Hmp... Huh... hurts," He finally voices, through tightly pursed lips--how he must've fought to speak this single word, a confession to her, to her alone.

Of course it hurts, anyone with eyes could see it, but it meant more, much more than the word he truly said.

I'm afraid, I'm scared and it hurts, it hurts so bad I can't handle it, I'm so scared.

Diluc, after all, was not a poet. He could write the sweetest verses and the most heartbreaking poems... But he could not speak up, truly better with the pen than with his voice. His voice spoke little, but meant so, so very much.

Only one other could understand this. The only other who was more deserving to be beside Diluc in this time than she herself.

But he wasn't there. He might never come be by his side like this, and he may never know.

"I know," She said, softly, "I don't know your pain, I know it's-it's horribly and terrifying and crippling... But I don't need to know that--I know that I'll be beside you as long as you'll have me."

He huffed out a sob, only to tense, and she froze, looking over his body--he was entirely tense, his body a little less curled up on itself, but frozen like he had just been shocked.

...

Oh, oh no, he hurt himself, his sob, his expression of pain, hurt him.

If she had any less self control, she'd want to be screaming in pain too... But she knew that her pain was nothing compared to Diluc's internal or external pain, much less both combined.

"it's okay," Gently, she ran her fingertips over his exposed skin, minding to be delicate, and he made a low whine, deep in his throat, "I promise."

Suddenly, Diluc had a tighter grip on her wrist, and pulled it almost to his shoulder, and once again, he tensed, electrified with the pain he caused himself. She jerked forward with shock, and looked down at his face, seeing one eye [ bloodshot as it was, with deathly dark rings under it ],

"Hey," she reassured, "Don't pull... Can you say anything? Tell me what you need?"

She felt so, so horribly cruel for asking this... but... she needed something. Assuming what he needed could end in catastrophy.

"Cl...cluh....ooh...sssshhh..."

"... Cluh... Close?" She asked, and, minutely, he nodded.

He wanted her close--Oddly. He was never a touchy person, even with her, but... It figures, when he is so weak and afraid, he must want comfort.

"Can you squeeze my wrist?" She asked, softly, "Squeeze for a second, and I'll get closer. Then let go when I'm close enough, okay?"

She shifted to get on her knees, thinking she'd have to have her upper half on the bed...

He squeezed her wrist, so she rested her free arm on the bed, and looked up at him.

Another squeeze.

She tried to get a little bit closer, even in the dim room, she could see how thin he looked in this moment.

Another squeeze.

Carefully, she lifted herself off her knees, and sat on the bed, seeing him tense in pain from the shift... She nearly moved, but--

Another squeeze, nearly painful from the sudden force, but it must've been so much for him, for it ended so quickly.

"Uhm," She looked over the bed, thinking, "Do you... want me to lie down? Squeeze if yes."

Another, brief but powerful squeeze.

...

She couldn't help but smile, even when she wanted to cry.

Slowly, she moved so slowly, taking her arm back, and he whined,

"I can't lie down if you hold my arm." She said, simply, and he huffed out of his nostrils... Pouting, pouting at a time like this?

A wave of relief flooded her heart.

She tried to be slow, and finally, she found her way onto the bed--it wasn't particularly large, and the railing dug into her back, but if he could endure this pain, she could endure some discomfort. She was on her side, eye-to-eye with Diluc, and he just stared at her, his eye wide...

...

But there was no fear, and that, too, was a wave of relief.

His hand found its way to her hip, touched only momentarily, and then kept searching...

And found her wrist.

And he squeezed again.

"I don't know how I'm supposed to get closer, Diluc."

He squeezed again, in three pulses.

He wasn't going to let this go, when he wanted something, he would always get it. He was a very determined person.

So, she shifted gently, and he too moved, a few moments where he was stunned by pain, and he turned his head a bit to look upwards, as his head rested on her chest, her arm now used as his pillow, he curled up to her... As close as humanly possible.

With the hand that was not used as a pillow, she moved it to his back, running up and down, and he sighed softly through his nostrils...

"Sleep," She said, softly, "I promise, I'll be here when you wake up, okay?"

He made a whine-like noise, and turned his face to bury it in her chest--again, were it anyone but Diluc, she may think he was being... well, a pervert.

But he wasn't. She knew he wasn't, he was simpler than that, only seeking warmth, softness, and comfort. So terribly complex, but also so terribly simple.

That's what she loved about him, after all.

After many long moments, Jean's own exhaustion tugging at her eyelids, his breathing slowed again... he didn't move, but he breathed steadily.

Tired. How tired he must've been.

She craned her neck a little awkwardly, hesitating... and pressed a kiss atop his head, before she finally closed her eyes, only to just barely miss the smile that formed on his own face...

...

It'd be awhile before she could get the full story, but...

If he could act like this now, then in the end, he would be okay.

Somehow.

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hermitcraftheadcanons · 3 years

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- Mumbo has a pet ravager miscellaneous ideas: the ravager is actually a bit small as far as ravagers go. Once Mumbo leaves to go to the hermits, he doesnt take the ravager with him, for fear the environment wouldn't be right for it. However, the ravager follows him and Iskall, startling both when it comes running up to Mumbo. The ravager does not like any of the hermits, however it doesn't attack them because it can understand that Mumbo cares about them. - anonymous

- related to scattered au and "what if this happened to old hermits too" -- python's stuck in a death loop in a bastion (his spawn is right next to a piglin brute). he has no clue what's going on but by god, does he blame zloy - Anonymous

- Consider: Etho's mask protecting him from the flowers that gave Hypno so much trouble. - @/rayveewrites

- (Scattered AU) After Etho dies accidentally at the spawn haven, his spawn takes him to Xisuma. Xisuma is clinging to life when he gets there, and Etho only has time to grab his admin's arms and promise he'll be found before Xisuma passes away. Etho and Xisuma get a few hours together to work on getting Xisuma to the surface before Etho starves to death, and he's transported somewhere else. After that Etho makes it his mission to cycle through spawns as quickly as possible to help Xisuma and anyone else who is trapped in their spawn graveyard, no matter how much his legs start to fail him from the damage starting to linger from building into the sky and leaping off to respawn over and over. - @/petrichormeraki

- Some honorable mentions from my written summary for mumbo in the au: the illigers being terrified as he keeps coming back no matter how many times they kill him; he gets adopted by evoker; he fails at evoker magic, like so bad he cant even dye a sheep; the evoker being so done with mumbo that they beg the vex to give him magic; mumbo summoning scar when the vex get annoyed at how often he summons them, mumbo eventually summoning bdubs after scar's contract to mumbo runs out.... and so much more - @/therainofsweetmelody

- Moobloom!Hypno attracts bees - @/itsabork

- Not too long into his messenger journey, etho remembers what had happened to impulse by the time he, zed and tango had found him, which inspires him to try and die in a different way each time he sets off to find another hermit, partly to avoid becoming resiliant to certain death methods and partly for the challenge - Anonymous

- Because Doc hasn't died his death messages haven't been showing up in the chat. The other hermits don't know if he's even in the same world as them. - Anonymous

- (Scattered AU) More on the Mumbo accidentally summoning Scar thing; the summoning has "opened" the chat for them, but only between Mumbo and Scar. All evokers can call on their Vex, after all, so why not an evoker in more-or-less training? - @/petrichormeraki

- (alternate headcanon) There's so much discussion in the server, I wouldn't know where to start restating. However, I wanna mention one thing: scar spawning in xisuma's first spawn, deep in a geode down under ground. Being trapped in an endless death loop due to the warden lurking just outside the geode, forcing scar into the same loop xisuma had been trapped in so long ago. Not only does he have to deal with the separation from bdubs once they got out of the end, now he seemingly cant escape the warden's clutches.... - @/therainofsweetmelody

- Admins log who knows how long: I've finally managed to get my helmet some repairs with this I could get some plugins to start working hopefully. Considering the situation going on, I better not have derped to hard on this, not now. - Anonymous (singleplayer sleep now works)

- (Scattered AU) Because the code is glitchy for mob hermita, Jevin would spilt when injured too much. So while X and Jevin are trying to get to the surface, they encounter a dungeon or a mineshaft and Jevin gets fatally injured. X starts freaking out cause he doesent want to be alone again and he cant bear to watch Jevin die infront of him and risk getting lost and seperated and Jevin just splits, theres two Jevins now and X doesent know what to think of it.While there are two Jevins, their consienceness is split between the two and his motor skills are more sloppy and X notices and realises that Jevin loses more of himself the more he splits. So while he has a lower chance of losing Jevin to an unfortunate accident, Jevin slowly reverts to a slime the more be splits and the more be spends time as multiple entities. X worries that if Jevin splits for too long or too much, he might lose Jevin - @/itsabork

- The only portal to get out of Hels and into the overworld is an incredibly complex vault boarder line weapon built by Hels Doc and Hels Mumbo and the location of the portal is known only to a few and it changes every season. Now cue Helsknight and Wels sneaking all around Hels while trying to look for this basically impossible to find and get into way home. - anonymous

- It takes a while, but eventually those outside of hermitcraft start wondering why all the hermits collectively disappeared. Sure, they started a new world, and sure they’re usually more secluded, but it’s been months. Skizz wonders why he hasn’t heard from Impulse in a while. All the legates wonder where Python went. Everyone’s confused when none of the hermits turn up to the next MCC. Things get weirder when none of them sign up for the one after. -🟣

- Ok to add on to the daisy ravenger post, on his way to 0,0 Mumbo found spawn spawn, slo when he arrived everyone had him at sword point, expecting angry illiger noises they were surprised when they herd "GUYS IT'S ME!!" - Anonymous

(Note: Hermits at the haven currently include Joe, Beef, Hypno, Scar, Bdubs, TFC, Mumbo, and Iskall, in order of arrival. XB is en route, and Etho was there briefly before dying and respawning elsewhere.)

- Pix and Zloy would be the first to notice the hermits' absence. After all, they do a weekly show about them. Maybe they just decided to have a few weeks of downtime before moving to the next Season? Though surely it wouldn't take this long... - @/rayveewrites

- because im a legacy sucker, the legates would likely be the first to notice the hermits' disappearance. between zloy being on the server, skizz being part of zits and very close to impulse, pearl knowing a few hermits, plus python literally disappearing. what they'd do about it? no idea.to keep it more on the topic of hermits though, don't think about how devastated skizz would be to find out what impulse went through. don't think about it :) - anonymous

- Hello I have produced thoughts! I don’t have room for both so I’m sending 2 asks -when Iskall arrives at the mansion all of the illagers are wary; if one of mumbo’s friends are here then he must be leaving soon. Despite their initial feelings they’ve come to care about this idiot that wandered into their house, and they’re fully aware he has no survival instincts whatsoever, so when he does end up leaving they send a ravager to keep him (and his friends, they suppose) safe -@/haworthiaace

- so like... hear me out ok what if the reason the whole world is corrupting and weird and why a lot of people are like slowly turning into mobs is because maybe this is the way the game and the mobs are turning on the hermits for like making really inhumane farms or something like that and the mobs somehow messed with the code of the world to get revenge - anonymous

- Scattered AU!! Biffa spawned very concerned and on a beach. Where is he? How did he get here? Is he alone? Well one of his questions was answered quickly as he heard a constant buzzing sound come from his communicator, upon opening it he saw probably millions of death messages. He quickly realised this was probably supposed to be a new season of hermitcraft, but he didn't really have time to think about it, night was quickly approaching and he could already see drowned swimming towards him. - Anonymous

- How many times did X die to that Warden? Maybe he develops something to counteract the Warden’s sensors, or that his heartbeat slowed down to the point that his suit can barely pick it up (therefor making it harder for the Warden to track Xisuma down). -🦊

- Etho tried his best to fight the system and not get any new features from all his deaths. But, the game has its ways. Slowly, after every death he has, the less alive he comes back. (Undead!Etho, could be ghost, zombie variant, or skeleton variant) -@/harley-the-pancake

- Other hybrid characteristics Hypno gets of the moonbloom: His ears turn into golden cows ones, the horns grow in, he gets a tail, and little flowers grow though his hair and wrap around his horns. He can also grow flowers around him as long as he has dirt, but thankfully they dont do anything beyond smelling a lot stronger and smelling very nice (and maybe a bit of evoking certain reactions, but nothing beyond what normal flowers can do, ie lavender being calming, just a bit more intense) - anonymous

- Beetlejhost ended up in the world along with the hermits, spawning as if summoned: in the middle of a circle of beehives. His spawn is in the birch forest near the s8 spawn, and his presence spooks anyone who stumbles across him. He blends in concerningly well with the black and white of the forest. Beef feels like hes being watched whenever he goes in the birch forest to get supplies, but joe never notices a thing. He teases the hybrids about their changes, leading him to get swiftly decked- - @/therainofsweetmelody

- beetlejhost spawns in a circle of beehives in the birch forest near spawn. he thinks he's invis, in reality it's just his stripes making him blend into the birch trees. he can't leave the circle of bees, ah how wonderful it is to bee bee-tlejhost - @/justme123abz

- Beetlejhost doesn't mean to be mean, really, he just has really, really bad timing. This includes seeing a pollen-stained Hypno and, with his gravelly voice, immediately say "Woah! Someone had some fun in the sun! Tell me, did you spend a week rolling in dandilions or do you just like the color yellow?" This does not go over well - Anonymous

- Speaking of hybrids, Xisuma spawned in a Wardens den right? Well unlike the other hybrids, Xisuma has been changing too but its been slow. Every time he spawned back in that place, on the warped ground, he's changed. He doenst notice the dark starts to seem less dark, until noises get louder, until he's more sentive to it then he noticed, he gets stronger and breaking though the stone with his bare hands seems a bit easier, its not until he finds Jevin and he points out the glowing horns (1)peaking from his temples when his hair is pulled back hastily that he realizes that something has gone horribly wrong with him. Thankfully Jevin helps ground him before he can freak out, so he shelves it for later, once they're out of this cave. The warden that once was down by his spawn is no longer there btw, disappeared. The horns grow slowly, and soon glowing vein like markings appear as well. (2) - Anonymous

- Okay, Xisuma, we established he spawned in the deep dark, right? As time goes on he adapts to the dark. The skulk sensors grow on him. However as time goes on, they not only grow on him, but become a part of him. His footsteps quiet to near silence, and he can feel sounds. He certainly isn't how he was when he entered, at first glance he might even be mistaken for a warden. - Anonymous

- Tango is the only hermit other than Mumbo Daisy kind of likes. Tango thinks Daisy is absolutely adorable, and Daisy does like the positive attention(and the treats). - Anonymous

- When tango meets mumbo’s pet ravager he loses his mind, he tried so hard to get the decked out ravagers to like him and then mumbo just waltzes in riding on one of the things! He ends up hanging around her a lot and eventually forms some sort of relationship, although not as close as he would like (he also gets a little more sympathetic once he sees the effects the evokers had on mumbo, he figures the guy earned a pet ravager) - @/haworthiaace

(Hermits now at the spawn haven, in order of arrival: Joe, Beef, Hypno, Scar, Bdubs, TFC, Mumbo, Iskall, Tango, Impulse, Zedaph. XB is en route, Wels and Hels are traveling through Hels to get there, Ren, Doc, and Grian are attempting to get there but their success has been limited so far)

- Scattered!AU: Idea that Ex is the ONLY one that knows what is going on and how to fix it perhaps (maybe 'cause of having been banished to the void for so long)? That's why he's trying to find X. - Anonymous

- Admins log: day 1006: Me and Jevin finally see sunlight, and I've managed to get the clock function on my helmet working, finally. As we're on our way to the surface, I only hope that I can find someone or something to help guide us to where we need to go, but unfortunately I've lost all signal to chat, and I think we're next to a woodland mansion. I think I've derped up this time.

- Dear Xisuma, if you see this message then the log is working, also fixed the clock in your helmet it's been 50 days, not 1005. I was about to leave with Iskall when I noticed you and Jevin outside with a few, erm, "buddies" of mine you two where passed out and I managed to stop them from killing you with Daisy, my pet ravenger. I'll explain everything later and spawns in the village are working, finally. I recommend not moving much and work on the data packs for a bit before you do anything elseExplanation log to Xisuma part 2: Sorry if the last one got cut off abruptly, apparently there's a limit to these messages. Any way please take care of yourself. Sincerely, your pal Mumbo Jumbo

- Admins log, day 51: I first want to say thank you Mumbo for bringing me up to speed and explaining why and how me and Jevin are here, next I want to say that these logs may slow down for a bit, I'll be working on some maintenance for some packs. I still don't know why this is happening, I now hope this is a wicked nightmare and not our reality. Hang on I see something over there it looks like, wait let me ju- Voice logs are off for the moment.

- all one anon

- mooblooms spread the flowers that enraptured hypno. now that hypno is a moobloom hybrid, he can make people "hypnotizd"! he doesnt like to, but if the spawn ever gets attacked, the hermits are winning easily. - anonymous

- I like to think that at some point when there's a significant number of healthy hermits at 0,0 they start group searches to find the rest of hermits - anonymous

- After awhile, if they can't change the spawn of everyone, they begin securing all the spawn points to everyone, so if their bed is ever destroyed in the future, they won't end up in a death loop again. They secure the death loop spawn points first. - @/ciaravixen

- For undead Etho: I know that ghasts aren't technically undead mobs, but they're basically ghosts and that's what I feel etho is becoming?He's leaving his mortality behind bit by bit as he ceases to care about death and starts to use it as a tool instead.One day he'll respawn without a body at all - @/draconic-dreams

- This is just a thought. Sand cant be good for Iskall's mechanical parts, and its not like he has anything to fix it. Does he have to wait to find doc to be able to have hope of fixing himself? - anonymous

- Jellie had spawned in the village that cub and xb had come across, so when xb heads to 0,0 he takes her with him (she'd be safer in the overworld than in the end, after all). Its quite a long journey, and she makes for good company. -@/supertiny-tins

- Grian, Doc, and Ren fianlly start heading out to 0,0. Its a long journey, they decide in the end to leave their beds behind at the cabin in case any of them die so none of them end back at their orginal spawns. they would of just made new beds every time but the lack of suplies and resources near by has been low oddly enough. Doc manages to push aside most of his fears to help Grian and Ren, who are weaker, but he keeps his distance whenever he can. They make many hastily built huts as they go 1most nights are spent sleeping on hard ground, later straight up blocks of wool they find but not beds, just wool is better then ground, and it doesn't do the weaker hermits any favors but it works. There are many close calls, but they manage to avoid death, mostly due to Doc. Along the way they start to find signs of other players, coble in places it shouldn't, a rare torch, half mined trees, but no hermits. They still have a way to go, but they're getting closer to the others and safety. 2 - anonymous

- Etho once found himself spawning in the middle of an ocean with nothing and no one in sight except of course... A faint trail of lights dancing beneath the waves... Pulsing and glimmering, almost in a rhythm, something so fascinating, so... So... He was meant to be doing something...? It was... Important... At least... It might have been... It's all.. Kinda hazy... It couldn't have been more important than the lights, nothing was more important than the lights... They were so beautiful... He could watch them all day... Etho never noticed how he slipped beneath the waves, nor how the glow squid's glittering eyes had turned upon him, coiling a tentacle around his waist as it dragged its prey deep into the depths, his eyes hazed with green, he never even noticed his lungs burning for air.And he never remembered drowning after he respawned. - anonymous

- Impulse actually punches through the Nether roof so they can traverse more safely to coordinates given to them by Etho. They leave trails of blocks so they can make their way back, of course. - @/rayveewrites

(Evil X is now hiding out in a cave near spawn)

- Shattered!AU: I see everyone's Warden!Xisuma heacannons and I give you Axolotl!Xisuma. Think about it he's been hanging around with them and Jevin in the lush caves so maybe he's becoming more like them. (Frills, a more pink-ish tint to his skin, the ability to breathe underwater, etc.) :D (Is this because the thought of him having Warden traits is terrifying to me? Maybe. Is it because I think he deserves to become something not scary after his whole ordeal in the Deep Dark? Yes.) - anonymous

- Ever since getting out of the loop, Impulse has had a horrible inner conflict between his guardian side being instinctually drawn to the water, and his human brain being deeply terrified of ever being submerged again. - @/asexualbert

- Because I absolutely adore Daisy, more headcannons for Daisy.Daisy will occasionally just pick Mumbo up gently with her horns when she thinks she isn't getting enough attention. Daisy has a bell collar, because she kept scaring hermits by following Mumbo silently. Daisy is more okay with Iskall than most other hermits, though still doesn't really like him. - anonymous

- Though I'm a sucker for angst, what if Impulse was saved by a dolphin pod or something instead of transforming into a hybrid (or after transforming if Guardian!Impulse is cannon). :3 I can picture dolphins don't take kindly to the Guardian Mobs, might even find them as prey if anything since they're fish. (Guardian!Impulse wouldn't count since they're smart enough creatures to tell the difference.) - anonymous

- Prob a bit early for epilogue stuff but I like to think that, once all the glitches are fixed, that those that became hybrids and would prefer to be back to normal get changed back. - anonymous

(Shade note: Personally, I'm a sucker for stories where the characters adjust and learn to live with the unexpected changes to themselves rather than having them magically fixed, but this option is certainly still here for the people who find it appealing)

- For the scattered au, after the numerous frozen deaths Grian's gone through he starts hearing voices from the snow, even from within Ren's cabin. A snow golem forms after a wandering trader drops a pumpkin and watches from outside the cabin, deciding to guard the place after taking a liking to Grian and Ren. - anonymous

- When Etho became fully ghost, it hit hard. BeetleJhost saw this, and after a while decided to teach him how to show his form and speak. It takes a lot out of him, but it’s worth it. His friends deserve that closure. (Listen, I was expecting angst, I just wasn’t expecting that much angst.) - @/harley-the-pancake

- Mod Shade, I want you to know that angsting ghost!Etho that hard was entirely on you. I was picturing him clipping through blocks and dropping items at inconvenient points, not fading out of existence entirely. - @/draconic-dreams

- Possible explanation for everything going on in Scattered:Players were never supposed to be so powerful; in the natural state of Minecraft they're just another mob, albiet one that can craft and use any tool.But the Players weren't satisfied with that. Everyone from the admin of the smallest server to the mythological ‘dev team’ has been imposing little changes on the world since its inception, slowly tweaking it into a better environment for Player-kind.A single spawn at the world's centre. The ability of Players to chat from one end of the world to another -- even across different worlds. Even natural regeneration, an ability unique to the rarest and most powerful of mobs. As time marched on, Players not only unlocked these things but began to take them for granted, drawing far away from the behaviour of normal mobs. This became normal. Players continued to create datapacks and run commands that tweaked the very nature of the world. -@/draconic-dreams

(Shade note: Perhaps it was just a random glitch, one fundamental line of code removed to shift the balance of power. Or maybe it was orchestrated, but by who and for what purpose? Either way, it will take the Hermits a while to realize this, and even longer to fix it...if they can at all.)

- Jessasin spawned in a mesa biome, of course he's confused on how he got there and why he's in this random vanilla world and not his usual modded world, but both questions got pushed aside when the death messeges arrive. He exploared the area gathering as much recourses as he can and goes off too find someone, anyone really. - @/ghan-does-things

- hello! I discovered the scattered au literally yesterday so sorry if this is something that has already been gone over but I had an idea about bdubs, what if his constant exposure to the void and surviving on nothing but chorus fruit for who knows how long made him slightly enderman-y? 1/2 (sorry, couldn't fit the whole thing in one ask)Like nothing obvious at first, but making eye contact makes him agitated and snappy, touching water makes his skin tingle and if you look at him in the dark his eyes seem to have a very faint pink/purple glow about them? Maybe the other hermits swear he's taller than he was the last time they saw him? And the tips of his fingers are blackened, he assumes due to frostbite, but it seems to gradually be making it's way further up his hands? again sorry if this has been gone over already 2/2 - @/plantichu

- Okay so after Welsknight and Helsknight manage to get past the crazy vault door in Hels, not sure how but it probably involved a lot of cussing on Hels part and Wels saying that he never wanted to look at redstone ever again. The portal takes them to the overworld near Xisuma and Jevin. - anonymous

- (scattered au) The first set of non hermits to join this corrupt world are two strangers that apparently came from infinity's grasp. The good news they both spawned at spawn, bad news the brought the tnt duper flying machines, good news that everyone was able to calm them both down. Now the fun begins. Tldr Illmango and Methodz finally get out of the infinity portal. - anonymous

- Loving the Scattered AU. Late to the party, but was looking at the wider MC community reaction to the Hermits vanishing. Once it's clear something bad's happened, would the Legacy crew and whoever else (former Evo squad members like Martyn and Jimmy as well, if they notice Grian go dark) take steps to find out what happened? Would they go to the MCC server (it's kind of a nexus between worlds) & get Noxcrew to try "pinging" the HC server? Would X & other admins see it but be unable to respond? - @/wixelt

- I dont know if anyone has mentioned it but uhhhh, guardian xb? he was a guardian hybrid before everyone got scattered like Ren was already a wolf/dog hybrid. iirc xb spawned in a desert which would be a very interesting place for a guardian hybrid to spawn - anonymous

- Etho has been so, so desperate to avoid dying the same way twice, to stay himself. He hasn't drowned that many times, he thinks. Surely, surely he's starved more often? There's a strange feeling of deja vu hanging over him when he respawns in the ocean, though he can never understand why. Each time the squid finds him, he drowns a little slower, and each time, he glows a little stronger.And he just can't understand, almost refuses to, as he treks from biome to biome, where the small green bumps that line his arms and face came from, how his fingertips seem to almost glow when he scoops a handful of water, how long he finds himself simply staring… at the moon, at sea lanterns, at torches, at lights… He would die a different way every time. He had to. He had to stay Etho. He would not become anything else. - Anonymous

- When Mumbo comes riding into camp on Daisy, it’s easy to see Impulse is not happy about the ravager being there. That’s expected, it’s not exactly everyone’s favorite mob to see around a safe haven. But when Mumbo and Impulse make eye contact, the evoker can’t help but make a simple warding gesture his friends at the mansion taught him- it’s a reflex move. Days later, Mumbo still isn’t sure if Impulse flinched because of Daisy’s sudden growl or his ward. - @/fluffy-papaya

- (From the Discord) What happened to the world: For years, seeds and the land they built had been carefully curated by those known as players, in an effort to make it both easier and more interesting for themselves. But the land doesnt want to be controlled. Their glitched, broken world is a result of the world itself rioting against their presence. Coordinates aren't visible with the debug screen, their coms only serve the world, to tell the players what it knows. Compasses spin wildly in the overworld, for there is no "world spawn" (though coordinates are visible with one in hand. Small mercies are still given). The world resists any further changes by the simple fact it refuses to accept what a hermit communicates. Maybe it's fixable, but maybe... maybe it runs deeper than just their world. (The Legates caused a lot of damage with all those withers, after all.) - @/basaltdragon

- While Iskall is in the desert, he ends up dying quite a few times, enough to adapt, he becomes like a stray, so now, if we have skeleton Etho, we have 3 undead hermits - anonymous

- When everyone is finally gathered and they manage to come together to use all their skills, new and old, the hermits use it to flee back to Season 7. They stay there for months, mostly to heal and adjust to what happened to them. (Trauma isn't easy) Those who have friends or family off server get invited to visit, but the hermits don't leave, they nearly lost each other and they aren't willing to risk it again right now. They'll make a new season 8 at some point, the hermits are too (1/3)restless and too ingrained in their ways to completely disregard how they've always done things, but that will come when they feel better, safer, more put together, when they can finally stop sleeping in a big pile becuase they're afraid the others will disappear. They never go back to that old glitched world, the idea makes them sick, and X starts the new practice of sending in the 'Cam' and/or 'alt' accounts in first to check out the world and set up commands and plugins remotely first. (2/3) What happened before will never, ever happen again he swears it. Next time they might not be so lucky after all [if you can call them all being traumatized, many of them dying over and over again, some being permanently altered, and barely escaping lucky] (also feel free to save these asks for near the end of the au!) (3/3) - anonymous (Shade note: I personally like the idea of them fixing and learning to live in the glitched-out world, but this is another alternate ending!)

- (From the Discord) What happened to the world: Alternatively, what happened is exclusive to their world. (I don't have Dramatic Storytelling for this one, sorry) EX has ADHD to the max, and everything he does is a desperate attempt to get Noticed, to get looked up to and listened to. He's known it was "wrong" for a while, hence why he took X's name and added "Evil", but he never seriously wanted them to hurt. Just to listen to him. He'd meant to come in and fix it all and finally be a hero. He didn't realize, either through haste or inexperience, that he too would be at the mercy of what he'd done.Maybe he does, eventually, make it to where the hermits have gathered. But does he really want to admit everything? (RSD had burned him before, and if there ever was something to place the blame on his head...) - @/basaltdragon

- lasting effects of deaths

- a large amount of assorted ideas

- The bell they put on Daisy was originally of the type that are put on cats, but Grian ended up switching it out with a cowbell because he hated the sound - anonymous

- False, Keralis, Cleo, and Stress make it to spawn, bedraggled and exhausted. Out of all the Hermits, they are some of the last to arrive. Along the way, they’ve encountered trials innumerable that have left them beaten and bruised, but after months of travel, they’ve finally made it.Shortly after leaving the Moobloom field, they came upon an abandoned cart in the middle of a desolate village. With some of the redstone they had found and whatever magic they managed to scrape up, they turned it into a sort of vehicle that allowed them to travel much faster. It had a habit of breaking every six seconds or so, but nothing they couldn’t fix. For the most part. A few accidental combustions aside, they crossed the server in record time.Once at spawn, False has to be forcibly restrained from immediately starting guard duty, and several of the Hermits have to physically wrestle her into a bed in order for her to get some rest. Stress starts up a potion factory the next day, and also starts decorating the spawn with the flowers she’s collected during their travels. Keralis helps out wherever he’s needed, but in his downtime, he constructs an elaborate warren of tastefully decorated, industrial tunnels under the spawn, just in case they might help. Cleo mostly just stays in bed, creating elaborate dioramas and mourning the loss of her zombie side. She’ll get better, but it’ll take some time. And that’s ok with the rest of them. - @/topazastral

- When Doc, Grian, and Ren finally make it to 0,0 there is no fanfare, no dramtic entrance, no revulation. They were travling and suddnly, there was a base, a hermitcraft base, and they could see people. Grian clambers to feet shakily from the shed, nearly falling but Doc and Ren catch him and toghther they help him walk foward and call out to their friends. They are safe now, they're here- Is that mumbo on a ravager what the hell? Wait thats Impluse? Seems like Grian wasnt the only one changed. - anonymous

- Jellie reacting to vex!scar headcanons -she recognises him instantly. The moment she and xb arrive at spawn she darts straight towards him. Of course, she cant figure out why he looks different, but regardless, thats her owner and she demands pets!!!-sometimes she will jump up and try to pounce on his vex wings, because shiny moving thing! Scar picked up on this very quickly and will move out of the way before she gets the chance (vex wings are rather delicate and a pain to get fixed)-whe she's bored, she will always go to mumbo and daisy for attention first. This makes scar rather jealous and she knows that damn well-Scar will sometimes pick her up and fly her around not too far from spawn for a few minutes. Nothing she isnt used to, as he flys with the elytra all the time, but something about flying with vex magic just feels... different. And fun! - anonymous

- Contrary to the enderman bdubs, ender dragon bdubs. His eyes aren't the normal brown, and are instead a bright magenta, he also now has ashen gray horns. - Anonymous

- Scattered AU: The intended world "theme" Xisuma had set up for Season 8 was Large Biomes. This was before anyone knew something was going to go wrong, of course, but it's had a horrible lasting effect in the glitched world. Not everywhere has generated as "large", so when Hermits are travelling they'll sometimes find normal sized biomes, and other times they'll find one biomes that stretches an abnormal distance in all directions. Grian and Doc's mountain range is one of these large biomes. - @/wixelt

- For the scattered au, the snow golem follows Grian and Ren (and Doc) to the spawn haven, for a few days the hermits are wondering what's leaving behind snow trails and zombie flesh, so they decide to have a night watch around this area. Ren volunteered and waited, half-asleep he nearly nearly gets hit with a arrow when he hears the sound of a skeleton getting hurt. He sees the snow golem and uses his sword to kill the skeleton. The snow golem tries to flee but Ren realizes and stops it (1/2)He welcomes the snow golem and introduces it to Grian and Doc, (where the snow golem warns him that it is keeping its eyes on him in its own language). Spooked, Grian tells them that he can understand it, and the golem tells him that he's been following them since their time at the mountain. They decide to give it the name Catmint and it helps guard the hermit's base at night (while giving a stern look at Doc every now and then.(2/2) - anonymous

- (Scattered au)Seeing as we now have 3 different variations of Etho, I raise you: all 3 at once. It turns out Etho was not in fact human, instead a shapeshifter who didn't know that he was, the deaths simply sped up the process, whereas before, while he would change slightly, it was never fast enough to be noticeable - Anonymous

- I had this idea some time ago actually but I thought it was silly but now that the au in ending might as well say it. It doesn't make much sense now with all the new development srry. What if one day Mumbo was callibrating his comunication monstrosity, and suddenly his communicator had signal. He called and called but whoever was a the other side didn't pick up, until they did and Mumbo was overjoyed, but the happiness died down when he could only hear chocked sobs and sharp breathing and (1)teeth chattering. Suddenly a voice whispered, little and fragile "h-h-he-lp". Mumbo knew that voice too well. Before he could even open his mouth to let his best friend he was coming for him, he'd be okay, anything, the breathing stopped. The call was still going, but no one was at the other side anymore, Mumbo hung up with tears in his eyes, and he swore he'd find him and he'd help him. (2) - anonymous

- Scattered AU: While there's still time for them: Mumbo was the furthest Hermit out in the Overworld, & didn't set off for over a year, yet wasn't last to 0,0 (with Iskall) by any stretch. More than half the Hermits seemed to arrive after him. This can be partly attributed to Daisy making good time, but it makes you wonder how many trials & tribulations impeded False, Stress, Cleo and Keralis along the way? How much Ren, Doc & Grian were slowed by Grian's condition? What took xB or Biffa so long? - @/wixelt

- Once everyone finds each other, at the world spawn, after the initial shock, and fixing of the world of course, the hermits all decide to settle much closer to each other. They were separated for quite a while, so it makes sense why they'd decide to keep close. Some groups also make shared bases. - anonymous

- I sort of want grian to be a bit more inhuman so how about grian’s skin on his arms, legs and most of his face permanently blackened by the severe frostbite and the rest of his skin has taken on a bluish tinge, his hair is no longer the Gold it was before but almost snow white with a tinge of dark and light blue, his ears and tail are snow white with what appears to be frost and ice growing on them (1/2)(2/2) grian can not cry because the tears will immediately turned to ice, he can’t swim because if his body touches the water the water will freeze over, his skin is cold to the touch and whatever he moves his body it will make a cracking sounds like breaking glass or smashing ice, no matter how warm it is he can always see his breath... i’m trying to think of more but I’m coming up blank so that’s it hope you like it. - anonymous

- bc i cant stand when cleo is unhappy: the moment she and joe reunite, joe realizes how horrible it is for her to have her body messed with against her will. and as an admin, he can modify her code to put her back to how she was in previous seasons (aka not totally rabid but still undead) - anonymous

- Admins log final day: I'm glad we'll all be able to wake up from this nightmare, and we're able to get an exit portal going thanks to Mango and Methodz having a backup of the key to open the infinity portal's power, we should be able to not only go back in time, but destroy this broken timeline. Were all grateful for them, and I did invite them both to help us incace this happens again. This will be the last day in this timeline, if you somehow found this helmet with these logs, thank you. :-) - anonymous

- Grian, Doc, and Ren find it hard to stay away from each other too long, especially Doc and Ren becuase they've been taking care of Grian for such a long time so they find themselves kinda hovering over him and Grian finds himself seeking them out even when he's with other hermits. The other groups, who've been toghther for awhile, do it too probs - anonymous

- Soon as Grian and Mumbo see each other, they launch themselves at the other and hold on for a long, long time. Iskall join in soon as he wanders by and they talk for hours about what happened, looking over Grian's new fox parts and the blue marks on his hands, Mumbo gray stained hands and magic, and just Iskalls overall experience. Also Grian's little fox buddy absolutely loves Daisy and vice versa. Its not uncommon to see the small fox riding on the ravager's back while Daisy scares people. - Anonymous

- I know I'm a bit out of loop w scattered au & is probably getting things wrong but consider this, when Mumbo accidentally summoned Scar, leaving Bdubs alone, Bdubs freaked out. The very person that meant rescue & hope for him back in the end is now gone, he felt like he's back into the void again and he thought Scar abandoned him because he's too weak & is a burden to Scar. (Yes I am currently drowning in Scardubs angst) - @/anthosaidsmth

- The glitches in the world didn't only happen to the Hermits, it happened to all worlds created in 1.17. The cause remains unknown, though it is believed that something or even someone corrupted/changed the code (what/who is up to imagination. In the case of the latter, so is the motive). My idea, we've already confirmed that Watchers are arrogant jerks so perhaps they couldn't stand the fact that players learned to do things against the rules that they put in place, and did this out of spite. - anonymous

- A bit late but I see all the Fox!Grian headcannons so what if Grian spawned in a jungle and slowly became a parrot hybrid instead? How idk, maybe resorting to eating seeds to prevent himself from starvation because there is no animals in this jungle.

- Here's a thought: The Hels!Hermits were also effected by whatever caused the scattering. They may all hate or annoy each other, but not having each other around to pick on isn't very fun (neither are death loops). Perhaps some of them gain humility over this or learn to be at least a bit nicer to each other and their counterparts. (or some of them find sadistic amusement in their counterpart's miseries) - anonymous

- Finally, once everyone has made it safely to spawn and the problems with the world have been resolved, the season begins. Some of the Hermits may have changed (more than just physically) but over time, they adapt and recover. Grian eventually starts yet ANOTHER war, Tango gets to build DO 2.0 (X is terrified at the fact wardens are involved), and Cleo becomes a coach on 'how to be a mob hybrid' (unless all new hybrids get returned to how they were before by admin powers or just being players). - anonymous

- With all the glitches fixed and all the hermits starting to get back to their normal (Well as normal as it can be after all of these), I wonder if Scar is still a vex. All the hermits just adapted to their situations, but Scar is different, he made a deal with the Vex. - @/anthosaidsmth

- It takes all of the hermits that changed a while to get used to the changes, but eventually they do, mostly through help and support from the other hermits - anonymous

- I had a wee idea and it's a little silly but I like hurt/comfort so maybe after all the scattered au events have passed and the hermits are all together living safely, every winter some hermits invite Grian to their bases to take care of him since the snow and the cold are very bad for him. Sometimes he gets fevers but most of the time he just needs a warm blanket and someone to distract him from the snow. This is also making me wonder if Grian could develop chinophobia (fear of the snow). - Anonymous

- conclusion

Art:

- An Evoker Mumbo

- Evoker Mumbo with Daisy

- Evoker Mumbo summoning Scar

- a Guardian Impulse

- assorted doodles here and here

- A two-part Impulse comic

Writing:

- some Etho lore come back to haunt him (pt 1)

- Cleo sharing mob-hybrid tips with Impulse

- Executioner

- Fish out of water

- Homesick

- Thalassophobia

- The General's Wager (pt 2)

- The Undertow

- Saviors

- Bdubs falling

- For lack of blue shiny rocks (pt 3)

- conclusion (pt 4)

- EX in the Deep Dark

- this road I'm on's gonna turn to sand

- Snapshots

- a multi-chapter Scattered interpretation written just before the real season 8, complete with some outside lore and crossover

- Scattered Across The Map (series of parallel multi-chapter fics)

- One Hundred Thousand Worlds Away

#hcraft #hermitcraftheadcanons #hermitcraft #hermitblr #scattered au #mod shade #Masterpost

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canary3d-obsessed · 3 years

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Restless Rewatch: The Untamed Episode 16, part two

(Masterpost of All the Rewatches) (Previous Post) (Canary’s Pinboard of Stuff)

Warning: Spoilers for All 50 Episodes

Just A Box of Rain

The brothers find Jiang Yanli and tell her what happened. Pro Tip: a good way to deliver bad news is like this. 1. say "I have bad news" so the person can be prepared for a shock 2. clearly state the bad news.

Standing in front of the person with tears streaming down your face and looking away when they try to meet your eyes is not, actually, a super effective method for delivering bad news.

This episode continues to be punctuated by closeups of characters' hands as they respond to events.

Yanli clutches her broken lotus pendant, cutting her palm and bleeding as she weeps.

Not-at-all symbolic rain drenches the three of them while they cry, standing apart and not comforting each other.

Sometimes a hurt is so deep deep deep You think that you're gonna drown Sometimes all I can do is weep weep weep With all this rain falling down

(more after the cut)

They upgrade their boat with repaired seats and a real oar, and move along toward a hopefully-safer location.

The scenery continues to be gorgeous, and it appears to be actually really raining on this river or lake. We see Wei Wuxian's hand on the boat's oar as he takes his siblings to what he hopes will be safety.

Maybe you're tired and broken Your tongue is twisted with words half spoken

OP is valiantly resisting dropping a chunk of "Don't Pay the Ferryman" lyrics in here, because projecting European symbolism onto Chinese media is not my bag. This scene does carry a lot of weight, though, showing Wei Wuxian’s sadness and isolation, his ever-growing distance from his siblings and reminding us of his servant status. While his siblings sit under shelter with tears falling down their faces, Wei Wuxian stands in the rain, laboring to protect them and not letting his own tears fall.

It's totally reasonable that Wei Wuxian is the one to man the oar, right? I'm sure Jiang Cheng is the more exhausted of the two of them even though Wei Wuxian started off his day yesterday getting whipped FIVE times by the Zidian and ended it by being choked for 45 seconds.

Self-Isolation

They reach an inn, where Yanli has a fever, maybe from being left outside all night while her brothers failed to work out any of their interpersonal shit, followed by getting extremely rained on for hours and hours.

Wei Wuxian carefully puts on a bright, optimistic face for her, practicing for his future fake happiness after the Burial Mounds.

Jiang Cheng sits and has a lot of feelings, totally not helping while Wei Wuxian tends to Yanli. This is not typical of him and just shows how deeply shocked he is by what's happened; usually he is extremely attentive to Yanli and careful with her health.

Wei Wuxian tries to get Jiang Cheng's attention, so that Jiang Cheng can take over caring for Yanli while Wei Wuxian gets medicine. Jiang Cheng is busy staring into the middle distance, and won't respond.

This is Wei Wuxian realizing that absolutely nobody is going to help him.

Wei Wuxian goes out in his distinctive robes with no hood or anything, to buy some fever medicine, and is quickly surrounded by guards. They hear "we caught him" and run off, leaving him be.

What Wei Wuxian doesn't know, that we learn in Episode 50, is that Jiang Cheng and his death wish decided to take a stroll, and seeing the Wen soldiers approach Wei Wuxian finally snapped him out of his reverie. So he let himself be caught in order to draw them away from Wei Wuxian.

Let's talk about this choice. In terms of clan roles, Wei Wuxian is absolutely the expendable one. Jiang Cheng became the clan leader when his father died, and knew it from the moment he saw his father's body.

So far he's 1. Tried to go back to fight and die, against his parents' express instructions 2. left his sister alone in an inn with a fever 3. given himself up to be killed in place of his chief disciple, when it's his disciples' job to die for him, if it comes to that. All but two of Clan Yao's disciples died to protect fucking Captain Blowhard, for goodness sake.

All of these actions are emotionally super understandable; he's young, he's had a terrible shock, and he's an emotional guy who's never heard of Dialectical Behavior Therapy. And I'm not here to defend feudal power structures. But perhaps Jiang Cheng shouldn't ring the "YOU PROMISED" bell quite so loud in the future, considering his own relationship to his obligations.

Wei Wuxian begs Yanli to stay put and stay safe while he goes to find Jiang Cheng, and he promises to take Jiang Cheng back from the Wens. Yanli clutches his hands and asks him to promise again that he will rescue their brother, and that they will all go to Meishan together. But for once Wei Wuxian is completely honest, and disentangles his hands and sets off without another word.

More running ensues, this time in the rain. To quote Adam in Season 7 Episode 1 of Spooks, "all this traumatized running is starting to really annoy me." (Spooks is the shit. Don't watch it if you like characters to have a lifespan longer than a mayfly's)

Camera Operator: Finally, a little appreciation

Wei Wuxian arrives in Lotus Pier, and can we just take a second to appreciate the decor of this place? Look at that tile floor with the cobblestone border, and the bamboo wall panel behind him.

He grabs the first Wen he finds, who turns out to be a much-needed friend.

Rescue Me

The Untamed is the tale of a man’s devotion; devotion so strong it transcends clan allegiance and even death. And that man’s name is Wen Ning.

Initially Wei Wuxian chokes him, like bros do, until he recognizes him and lets him go...

...only to immediately grab him and demand to know if he had a part in the massacre. Wen Ning stays pretty calm, seeing the angry side of Wei Wuxian for the first time, and explains that he heard about what happened, and is there to help.

Wei Wuxian absorbs this and lets him go, giving us a closeup of their hands together, with Wen Ning not so much resisting Wei Wuxian's grip as giving a steadying grip of his own to his best friend.

Wen Ning, who Wei Wuxian saved from one water demon, has already saved Wei Wuxian from one horrifying animatronic dog, and does not actually owe him a life debt at this point. Wen Ning has defied his sister and his entire clan and flown to Lotus Pier with a team of minions, with the specific intent of fucking things up for Wen Chao to the best of his abilities, simply because "Wei Wuxian is a nice person."

Wei Wuxian isn't feeling like a nice person just now, however, thinking that he can use Wen Ning as a hostage to...what, trade for his brother? Wen Chao would probably be happy to kill Wen Ning himself, but his dad needs Wen Ning as a way to control Wen Qing, so maybe that plan would work.

Then Wei Wuxian sees this small pouch hanging from Wen Ning's belt, and it stops him in his tracks.

For once we are not given a flashback to explain his thinking, so I’ll provide one

The talisman he gave Wen Ning to protect him, now protects him from Wei Wuxian himself. He lets Wen Ning's arm go, and tries to think of another plan.

Wen Ning already has another plan, and has come to Lotus Pier prepared to enact it.

Wei Wuxian can't believe he's found someone to help him. In a moment of wrenching vulnerability, he asks Wen Ning to save Jiang Cheng and to retrieve the bodies of Jiang Fengmian and Yu Ziyuan. Wen Ning immediately agrees.

Wen Ning then embarks upon the least sneaky sabotage campaign of all time, chatting to the guards while messing with the wine, and generally acting like a person who is up to something.

Nobody respects him enough to worry about it, though, and the party proceeds as planned.

The banquet is set up in the cleaned-up courtyard of Lotus Pier The Yunmeng Supervisory Office, and features dancing girls performing in the center of the beautiful carved paving, and corpses hanging in the doorway.

I bet Jin Guangyao hires this same dance troupe for his future parties.

Wen Chao and Wang Lingjiao sit at the main table, snuggling and being gross, but mercifully not necking on-camera because this is a 100% no-necking show. The drinks are sent around and Wen Chao tells Wen Zhuliu to drink up.

Wen Zhuliu is busy gazing wistfully at Yu Ziyuan's corpse.

Let's face it, Wen Zhuliu is the only dangerous person in this place at the moment, so what he does next is the make-or-break for Wen Ning’s plan.

Wen Zhuliu smells his wine and immediately can tell something is wrong. He takes a long moment to consider the situation, eyes on Yu Ziyuan, and then downs it, letting his emotions--perhaps something in the neighborhood of remorse, perhaps simple disgust at his craven supervisor--get the better of him.

In the morning he will be able to tell Wen Chao with 100% precision exactly what the drug is, probably from smelling it right here. This is the only miscalculation Wen Zhuliu makes in the whole show, and it eventually costs him his life.

Wen Zhuliu has no reason to think this decision will hurt him. It's definitely impossible for Jiang Cheng, whipped and crushed, to avenge himself and his parents. But Jiang Cheng, with Wei Wuxian’s help, is going to achieve the impossible.

We end with Wei Wuxian hiding while he waits for Wen Ning, as strung out as we have seen him so far, although he's got worse mental states ahead of him on his journey. He doesn't know yet if he was right to trust Wen Ning, and the episode ends with him, cold, wet, and miserable, waiting to find out.

Next Episode: Still miserable, but with a cape! Soundtrack: 1. Patty Griffin, Rain 2. Grateful Dead, Box of Rain

#fytheuntamed #the untamed #the untamed gifs #the untamed meta #jiang cheng #wei wuxian #restless rewatch the untamed #canary3d-original #my gifs #rain #moar rain

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shijas · 3 years

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touched-starved megumi slowly being acclimatised to touch really lives rent free in my head.

like, his childhood was pretty all over the place, and he clearly spent middle school getting into fights and straight up brooding, so it’s make sense for touch in megumi’s mind to be associated with strength and violence and pain and vulnerability, the latter two things would especially be hard for megumi to live with i think???? i don’t really know how to explain??? but like we see that uncontrolled vulinerabilty, and leaving yourself vulnerable is like putting yourself on a wanted list for shamans. and so touch, in megumi’s eyes, should only occur with a few specific purposes and those purposes usually weren’t the most pleasant experiences in his mind. i assume people only touched him for: training/sparring, which is literally allocated time when someone can just straight up, inflict harm; someone deciding to fight him out of jealousy or revenge or fear or some sort of negative emotion; and in the worst case scenario people are touching him to heal him because in some capacity he’s weak, he was not strong enough to do whatever he needed to do without injury. i think healing touches, when the touch has to be gentle because fundamentally megumi is already vulunerable and already hurting would sting the most, like emotionally and physically because sometimes touch, even gentle touch, do he hurting tho... (this got long, but for how nobara/yuji break this pattern keep reading!)

and then nobara and yuji arrive and it’s like a hurricane of positive touching. yuji is affectionate!! physical touch is definitely a part of his love languages and so yuji just enjoys giving hugs!! yuji likes high fives!! and fist bumps!! and holding hangs while swinging them in the space between eachother while walking, even though it’s kind of childish. and megumi doesn’t know how to say no to these things, to the boundless enthusiasm that is yuji!! and he also feels a little guilty because he kinda dragged yuji into this world, away from his friends and the familiar comfort/touch he was used too. so megumi doesn’t like, consciously, try to stop any of the touch despite his general aversion. instead he indulges yuji to the best of his ability, because he comes to find that it’s not always bad and he doesn’t really mind; it takes a while to fully like not have a defensive, fight or flight response to the touches and he defo judo flips and sucker punches yuji over and over, because yuji is 1000000% a sneak affection attacker. the closest touch has ever been to ‘nice’ for megumi is probably healing for his stupid amount of serious wounds, and as both an apology and his first steps in reciprocation, megumi applies the gentleness of healing touches he remembers to the injuries he (accidentally??) gives yuji, because all he really about touch that isn’t supposed to hurt is how to rub softly against a spot that will probably bruise, and how to wrap or plaster a cut from a judo flip that led to some scrapes, he’s very good at icing bumps and twists and strains; and so they put themselves back together like that, and yuji keeps up his ‘surprise back hug events’ like they don’t straight up lead to a bruised sternum.

nobara breaks down the ‘touch is violence, touch is pain and pain is bad’-thing even faster than yuji, because she’s lived by her philolosphy as an affectionate puncher, a sweet kicker; she’s defo the type to bite your fingers and pinch your arm, but it’s well and truly out of all the love she cannot contain in her heart (which frustrates her a little bit so she will give you a sharp jab in retribution for feelings). what helps uncross the wires of megumi’s learnt behaviour (or maybe cross them idk) that ‘touch and violence and therefore bad’, is that her teasing and, honestly barely painful, ribbing is always interspersed by the softest of touches that aren’t tinged by the smell of antiseptic, blood or pity. this type of touch gets more frequent the more comfortable they get with eachother (think learning to lean on eachother post yuji death), like nobara will say ‘ew’ while forcing megumi to lay his head in her lap when they’re tryna catch their breath during training, and if his towel is nearby she’ll pat the sweat off his forehead and then complain about said sweat just because she knows he likes listening to her complain about mundane stuff; and she’ll make a million and one spiky sea urchins puns (did you know the japanese word for urchin is uni and linguistically meguni is a hilarious pun that i can see happening in canon) but is the first to rake her fingers through the mess of megumi’s hair, if she noticed he’s tried and hasn’t been taking care of himself. like yeah she throws her pens at him when he tries to help her with their maths homework, but her aim is so scary good it’s funny, and he can always throw them back and she won’t really get any more angry, and so they throw pens at eachother and laugh about it and nobara sketches random patters on to megumi’s skin with the pen she almost used to impale his eye.

anyway the point i’m getting at (probably incomprehensible into this mess of hc and meta) is: yuji and nobara come along, and suddenly, touch isn’t something that burns a little, isn’t something that spooks, isn’t something that requires the tightening of megumi’s jaw and his ribs and his spirit, and of course, sometimes it gets a little overwhelming (WHICH IS OKAY!! TOUCH AS STIMULATION IS OVERHWELMING SOMETIMES AND THATS OKAY AND VALID, EVEN IF YOURE AN AFFECTIONATE OR TOUCHY PERSON!!) and megumi needs to like take a couple of steps back. and they talk about it, because communication is key, and boundaries are healthy things to put in place, and by god the first years will try and build as safe and healthy a relationship between the three of them as they possibly can! and yeah they talk about it, and some days touch is too much for of them and that’s okay, affection, fondness, compassion can be shown in other ways, through other actions and they’ll utilise those a bit more as easily as they utilise touch a bit less, and slowly but surely, megumi becomes a lot less touch-starved and starts to seek it out on his own and initiate it in ways that are comfortable to him, like learning to braid hair so he can play with nobara’s or grabbing yuji’s hand first while their walking or just pressing his thigh into whoever he’s sitting next to in class and that’s fine and that’s good!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! and i’m very much attached to this idea.

bonus gojo (as per usual): when megumi became his ward, for obvious, bitter, reasons he wasn’t really tryna like touch. this kid. riling megumi up was easy enough with just words and i feel like firstly, teasing is a part of gojo’s love language in a mirror of how it’s a part of nobara’s (mmmmmmm gojo and nobara parallels are another brain worm that EATS me) and secondly, gojo goes through his own thing with touch, and like affection. as someone whose essentially raised on an absolutely, ridiculous, pedestal and then successfully surpasses even the heights of that pedestal to basically become a living legend AND the whole physical, literal thing with infinity or limitless (or whatever his cursed technique is i’m sorry i didn’t pay attention to the cursed energy explanation any of the times it came up) ANYWAY, so gojo and megumi probably both touch-starved idiots. but, like gojo does care for megumi, like as his student and as this kid he watched grow up, like ofc he does because he’s not a completely useless person. and so he definitely encourages nobara and yuji’s plan to positively reinforce touch in megumi’s brain and slowly, for fear of being straight up bitten, endeavours to extend the casual affection he easily applies to the other two, to megumi too. idrk the logistics of it, but i think it’d be cute for one day gojo putting his hand out to ruffle megumi’s hair, but like not imposing his hand, like it’s just out and about really, and usually megumi nopes or hisses or whatever other gremlin mood he’s decided to incorporate to the finite number of facial expressions he’s willing to make, but today he’s feeling charitable and lets gojo ruffle his hair, kinda like a cat ya know, like leans into it a bit in a very clear you have permission to pet!!!! and gojo’s just jojo sobbing through his blindfold like “oh my god my son loves me” and megumi is regretting not biting him.

#fushiguro megumi #jujutsu kaisen meta #jujutsu kaisen headcanons #itadori yuji #kugisaki nobara #gojo satoru #HMMMM I DO BE PROJECTING THOOOOOOOOO #JAJSJDJJDJDJDJD #like i do be projecting jsjdjdjdj #but yeah guys clearly i have a lot of feelings about being touchstarved and megumi #i the gang just gets really close and comfy and i also think megumi wouldn’t be a good at touch person #some of us like affection and some of us get overstimulated when people keep touching us and we deserve to be represented #lmaoooo i’m really sticking to my plan to saturate the tag huh #i’ll rb this with actual blog archive tags after #ALSO!! people write more nobara megumi friendship please #like they spent months together as the only first years #they have shared trauma from it all #let them bond #healthy f/m friendships please i’m begging you

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elisaphoenix13 · 3 years

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Consequences Of Pitching Practice

"Bah!"

"That's all well and good but you still haven't given me the screwdriver."

"Nnmmmnnn." Lucy answers while slobbering all over said screwdriver.

Tony huffs fondly. "Don't let your mom see that. I don't need another lecture about how unsanitary that is." He takes the screwdriver and chuckles when the baby glares at him. "It's also unsafe. I kind of like you."

Lucy babbles at him angrily as Tony wipes the screwdriver free of drool and he offers her one of her actual toys. It's not that he didn't offer her her own toys in the first place, it's just that Lucy had an uncanny ability to get her hands on whatever she wanted. Even when she was confined to a highchair or something. It wasn't anything magical, Tony and Stephen made sure of that, Lucy was just a typical, curious baby.

Tony had a feeling he may have been the same way as a baby.

"If you keep back talking me like that, you won't have lab time with me anymore." Tony says as he tightens a screw.

"Mmmfffbbb!" Lucy retorts and the engineer looks over at her to find that she had somehow gotten her hands on a different screwdriver. Which she was currently drooling on the rubber end of.

"Maybe I should take that as a clue that it's lunchtime for you." Tony says. "How about a bottle?"

Some happy beeps and whirs grab Tony's attention and he looks over at the kitchenette to find DUM-E excitedly starting a bottle. The first ingredient? Grease of some sort. Tony wasn't even sure when the robot grabbed that.

"No, no, no. Lulu can't have grease. You finish that for yourself!" Tony reprimands as he walks over to make a proper bottle. He partially ignores the sad noises DUM-E makes and takes the bottle over to Lucy. "Here you go dolcezza. How about something sanitary to put in your mouth?"

Lucy eyes the bottle her father holds out for her and Tony's eyes widen when she actually throws her screwdriver across the room and takes the bottle. He looks over to where the tool had landed when he hears a crash and finds a separate project emitting sparks from where it had been hit. Six months old and she had quite the arm.

"Maybe we should make a baseball team." Tony says calmly. "You can be our pitcher. Diana was kind of like that too but Cassie corrupted her."

For once, Tony doesn't get an answer from Lucy, but she was too busy with her lunch. Something he should probably be thinking about at the very least.

"Think your mom would make me a sandwich if I asked him nicely?"

A pointed look from the infant makes him chuckle.

"Probably not, huh? Not when I'm down here with you and tinkering for f--"

A low hum distracts Tony and he swivels around when it gets louder by the second. The machine Lucy had damaged with the screwdriver was spitting sparks like an angry cat, and it was glowing brighter and brighter. Tony barely had the mind to turn back and grab and cover Lucy just before the thing exploded. The force of the explosion sent them to the ground, but Tony made sure to keep Lucy secure in his arms. When he recovers and sits up, he winces as his ears ring and the first thing he hears is Lucy crying. Her poor ears were probably ringing too and he knew that Stephen was going to have a fit when the sorcerer undoubtedly came to investigate. Both Friday and Victor tended to snitch on him, especially when one of the kids was in the lab with him.

"I'm sorry dolcezza." Tony says to Lucy in an attempt to soothe her. "Daddy should have checked to make sure you didn't do so much damage."

He carefully gets back to his feet as a window opens to ventilate the smoke, and checks Lucy over to make sure she's unharmed, glad to see she wasn't and was already calming down. Her cries had already turned into whimpers and she had grabbed one of his fingers to stick into her mouth to help soothe her further. Tony coughs and waves away the smoke in the air, noting that DUM-E was actually in the process of putting out a small fire by the machine. It wasn't the only thing Tony noticed either. There were two extra bodies standing by the burning remains of his project, and when the smoke finally cleared away, Tony froze.

The two people that were also waving away the smoke and coughing were his parents.

Howard and Maria were standing ten feet away from him and all Tony could do was stand and stare.

That project was in no way a time travel machine, but clearly that's what had happened. His parents were somehow pulled from the past with a half finished machine that Lucy broke with a screwdriver, and Tony was floored. The last time he saw his mother was the night she died, and his father during the time heist.

"Tony!" The engineer blinks and looks over at the door with wide eyes as Stephen rushes in and over to him. "Friday told me there was an explosion. Are you okay?"

"Y-Yeah. We both are. Lulu was just a little spooked…"

"Tony?"

Howard's voice draws the attention of both men and Stephen's eyebrows fly up toward his hairline.

"What exactly were you working on?" Stephen asks Tony.

"Not a time machine."

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"She's so darling." Maria says as she takes Lucy from Tony. "What's her name?"

"Lucy." Tony mumbles and watches the interaction with fascination.

Once they had gotten over the initial shock, Tony managed to explain what happened before promising to find a way to send his parents back to where they belonged. For now though, they were stuck in the present time and Tony was already preparing for anything. Maria wasn't the problem...it was Howard. Tony had no idea how things would go when it came to his father.

"Who is her mother?" Howard asks.

There it is. That didn't take long, Tony thinks to himself. He then points to Stephen.

"Him. Meet my husband, Doctor Stephen Strange." Tony says.

"Did you adopt?" Maria asks.

"Yes...but not Lucy. Stephen is literally her mother. The girls were made with magic." Tony explains, and Maria brightens when he mentions the girls.

"There are more?" Maria asks while Howard simultaneously says, "Really, Anthony? Magic?"

Stephen was the one to answer Howard before Tony could open his mouth again. The doctor didn't even have to say anything. He simply displayed his magical abilities and Howard actually closed his mouth.

"How many children do you have?" Maria asks again.

Tony looks at her and genuinely smiles. "Seven."

"And a half." Stephen adds and Tony chuckles.

"That's a long story." Tony explains to his parents.

"Where are the others?" Howard asks.

"Somewhere." Tony says flippantly.

"Peter is out patrolling, Harley and Thomas are running an errand for me, Diana is downstairs with Cassie, and William is napping with Valerie." Stephen tells them. "Tea?"

"Yes, please." Maria says and Stephen walks into the kitchen.

Tony could only watch his mother play with Lucy. Even Howard seemed content to spend time with his granddaughter, so Tony joined Stephen in the kitchen and finally took a shuddering breath. Stephen looks over at him with concern and Tony waves him away.

"I'm alright."

"Wondering if it's all a dream?" Stephen asks.

"Maybe? It was nerve wracking just seeing my father during the time heist and now he's actually here. Sort of." Tony tries to explain.

"You have a chance to tell him what you want to." Stephen says. "And...I understand how you're feeling."

He reaches over and carefully grabs Tony's right arm, and looks at the scars traveling from the top of his hand and up his arm. They disappear briefly under his sleeve, but then reappear at the collar of his shirt and finally stop just below the right side of his jaw. Tony supposed Stephen had a point. Stephen probably felt that having Tony back was just a dream for a while. But Tony was here to stay.

Howard and Maria had to go back.

"You've made it very clear that I'm only allowed to die of old age or caffeine overdose." Tony chuckles and Stephen looks at him flatly.

"Preferably the former."

"That's the plan. Where's Athena?" Tony asks as Stephen gently drops his arm and turns back to the tea.

"Upstairs with William and Valerie. Tibbs is sleeping in his cat tower."

"The chaos will start up any second now regardless." Tony huffs and Stephen picks up the tea he finishes and takes it back into the living room.

Tony follows him, finding Lucy surprisingly with his father, and giving Maria a chance to drink the tea Stephen offers her. The chaos truly did erupt after that as he expected. Maria was only halfway through her tea when the kids that were out and about came home, Cassie and Diana came upstairs, and William and Valerie shuffled out of the little girl's room. Harley and Peter had expressions on their faces that made Tony think that they knew who exactly their visitors were, but they didn't say anything.

"Here's the rest of the brood." Tony announces. "Brood and a half." He says motioning to Cassie.

"I'm sure it's always exciting here." Maria says with a smile.

Stephen snorts. "If it's not the kids, it's our friends. Sometimes it's both."

"But it's our life. I don't think any of us would trade it for anything." Tony says.

Not even for one more day with his parents like he might have wished for once upon a time. He got his wish anyway, just not the way he thought he would. Because Lucy liked to throw things.

Tony told himself that he wanted to say things to his dad if he ever got the chance to, but just like the time heist, he couldn't bring himself to do it. He didn't want to see his parents off with another bad memory, and he didn't want to do that to any of his kids. They deserved a good memory with their grandparents...and Howard was being pretty decent so far. He could be civil too.

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To Tony and Stephen's surprise, Howard and Maria enjoyed spending every moment with the kids. Stephen at first kept an eye on them to make sure they didn't force any of their beliefs on them (or try to parent them in their own way), but he was able to relax after a little while. The older couple were content to spend time with the kids as grandparents usually did. Watching movies, playing games, cooking, and sharing each kid's hobbies.

Tony unfortunately couldn't spend much time with his parents because he had to fix the project Lucy had thrown the screwdriver at. He had to find a way to return his parents to their own time since he knew they didn't belong here. No matter how much he might have wanted them to stay and see how his life turned out.

Maybe they would go back to his seventeen-year-old self and tell him everything would work out okay. Even back then, Tony probably wouldn't listen to them, so he could see their attempt to reassure him being ignored.

It only took Tony a couple of days to fix the machine so that he could send his parents home. He let them, Stephen, and the kids know...and spent the rest of the night and up until the next afternoon with his parents. When it came time to take them back downstairs, they all went to say their final goodbyes.

"Do they have to go?" Diana pouts and Maria smiles as she pats her head.

"I know dear. It's unfair, but I'm glad we got to see you and your brothers and sisters." She says softly. "You be good for your mom and dad."

"I will."

Maria and Howard were quick to accept Stephen's role as the kids' mother once they explained how it started. How it started as a bit of a joke but overtime became serious...and then true when Diana was born. Of course they weren't used to it since their time was almost forty years prior, but even they knew anything could happen that far in the future. That things and people were becoming more open-minded.

"Thanks for teaching us some more of your recipes." Harley says, making Maria smile.

"Of course. I'm glad to see you enjoy cooking."

He shrugs. "Sometimes."

"Make sure you surpass your father." Howard says and Peter grins.

"We will."

After the kids finish saying their goodbyes -- and of course Lucy throws her teething ring at them -- Howard pulls Tony aside. Stephen watches with a raised eyebrow, but Tony subtly waves away his concern and the sorcerer turns his attention back to Maria and the kids.

"I'm glad to see you've done well for yourself." Howard says.

"For the company?" Tony asks.

His father sighs. "No. I'm glad to see that you have a family. A good one. Your children are all amazing and I'm not even talking about their potential." Tony looks at him in surprise but doesn't interrupt as Howard continues. "Your spouse...I don't know how things are in this time...but he's good for you. I…" he sighs. "I'm not good at this…"

"It's okay. I think I know what you're trying to say." Tony reassures. "I love him. I love my kids...and I would do anything to keep them safe. I have and I always will."

"I'm proud of you." Howard says softly. "I know our relationship wasn't the greatest, but I wanted to make sure you knew that. I doubt you need to know that or if you care--"

"Thank you." Tony says. "It means a lot."

"I'm glad we got to see you happy."

Tony felt just a tiny bit lighter after that when they rejoined the others. He hugged both of his parents goodbye, watched as his kids and Stephen did the same, and then booted up the machine that would send his parents back. Tony made sure Lucy didn't have anything that she could throw and make a mess of the machine again, and then finally hit the button. He looked at his parents as the machine hummed loudly, and returned the smile they gave him before they disappeared from sight and the machine powered down.

Stephen walks over to Tony as the kids head back upstairs, and wraps his arms around his neck. "Any regrets?"

"No."

Not at all.

#supremefamily #stephen strange #ironstrange #tony stark #mama bear au

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mldrgrl · 3 years

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Broken Things 13/24

by: mldrgrl Rating: varies by chapter, rated R overall See Chapter 1 for summary and notes

Mulder can tell something isn’t quite right when they roll up to the ranch. The chickens are up in their coop and none of the goats are roaming around. The barn is shut up and Queenie doesn’t run to greet them as she usually does.

“Can you handle the team on your own?” he asks Jesse.

Jesse nods in the affirmative and Mulder clicks at Blondie and squeezes his calves against her sides. The horse starts galloping up the dirt road towards the barn. Mulder spots Melvin and Richard together on the rise behind the barn as he approaches. Melvin takes his hat off and waves.

Mulder pulls the horse to a stop and slides out of the saddle in one fluid move. He runs to Melvin and Richard, his heart galloping in his chest about as fast as the horse just ran.

“What’s happened?” he asks. “What’s wrong?”

“Everything’s alright,” Melvin says. “We just had ourselves a little visitor yesterday that’s caused a bit of a hubbub.”

“Who?”

“Not who,” Richard says. “What.”

“A panther come by,” Melvin explains.

Mulder feels his knees weaken. “Where is she?” he demands.

“Who? The panther?”

“Katherine! Where is she?!”

“I think she’s up in the house. Let me tell you, you married yourself a regular Annie Oakley.”

“What are you talking about?”

“She shot him dead,” Richard answers. “Maimed him on the first shot, kilt him on the second. All quicker than you can say boo to a ghost.”

“And the two of you just stood by? Why weren’t you protecting her?”

“Well, hey now,” Melvin says, but Mulder doesn’t wait for any explanations or excuses. He turns tail and runs to the house to find Katherine.

When he bursts through the back door, he finds her immediately in the kitchen, setting the table. She’s clearly startled and drops the cutlery she’s holding onto a plate. He’s so glad to see her, glad she’s alright, glad she’s going about her day with normal things like setting a table. He throws his hat down, walks around the table to her, grabs her by the waist, and kisses her. Not on the cheek, not on the brow, but on the lips.

Between the two of them, he’s not sure who’s more shocked by the kiss. When he initially pulls back, her eyes are wide and that single eyebrow of hers is raised higher than he’s ever seen it. He can’t believe he’s done what he just did, but he’s not sorry for it. He shakes his head slightly, preparing to stammer out an apology anyway, but her eyes drop down to his mouth and the only thing he can think about is kissing her again. Instead of apologizing, he does just that. His arms wrap themselves fully around her, bringing her against him. She squeaks a little and her lips part against his as though she’s going to say something. He moves a hand to the back of her head to hold her just a little longer. Her hands come up his back to his shoulders and then drop down under his arms and around to his chest before he breaks away.

They’re both breathing hard. He holds her wrists where her hands rest at his chest and runs his thumbs up and down over hers. They stare at each other until she pulls one of her hands free and touches his jaw. She strokes the whiskers that have grown out since his week away and he reaches up and holds her hand to his cheek, squeezing her fingers.

“I, uh...,” he says.

“Is that your way of telling me you missed me?” she asks.

He almost sighs with relief that she isn’t angry. There’s a small part of him that took her hands in his so she wouldn’t slap him, though he would agree that he deserved it if she had.

“I did miss you,” he answers. “Did you miss me?”

“I...kept myself busy.” She smiles at him and he has to give a little laugh.

“Yes, you did.” He nods. “Killing panthers, I hear.”

“Yes, well.”

“You’re alright?” he asks.

“I’m fine. Why wouldn’t I be?”

“I don’t know. I actually didn’t stick around to hear the full story, I just know we had a panther on the property. And that you shot it.”

She snorts a little. “Yes, a panther showed up, Queenie was fit to be tied over it. I was in here about to bake a pie when I heard her. So, I grabbed the rifle and I shot the panther. That’s all.”

“And you’re sure you’re not hurt?”

“My shoulder might be a bit sore from the recoil. It’s been some time since I’ve shot a rifle, but otherwise, I’m fine.”

He hugs her to him and sighs. “Kate, I think my heart tried to escape my chest when Melvin told me you had to kill a panther.”

“I suppose that’s why you came in here all crackpot and kissed me then?”

“I’ve actually wanted to kiss you for quite some time, I guess getting a bit spooked just gave me the courage.”

She’s slow to answer. “Well, it was nothing,” she finally says.

He loosens his embrace on her and leans back, keeping his hands at her back. “Killing a panther isn’t nothing,” he says. “I wish I’d been here.”

“Why? What would you have done? Tried to reason with him?”

“No, I’d have shot him.”

“Well, that’s exactly what I did.”

“Yes, you did. Melvin and Richard seemed mighty impressed, too.”

“Can we please move on from the panther? Tell me how things went in Fort Worth.”

“Good. We brought eight horses back with us to train up.”

“That’s wonderful.”

“I got something for you.”

“I told you, you don’t need-”

“I know, I know.” He steps back to fish the pouch and the ring box out of his pocket. “I don’t need to get anything for you, but sometimes I just can’t help myself and I’ll work on that little problem of mine, but it truly did brighten my day to do some shopping for you and I hope you’ll receive this with the intent in which I give it.”

“What is it?”

“Here.” He opens the pouch first and drops the gold band into her hand. “I wanted us to have wedding bands. We are married after all.”

He holds his hand out to her and she hesitates for a few moments, but then takes his hand and slides the band onto his finger. He smiles and pockets the pouch before he shows her the ring box for her band.

“I just don’t know that I can picture myself wearing something fancy,” she says. “I know you mean well, but I’d be terribly afraid of losing it or damaging it somehow and with all the work here, I just think…”

“I thought of all that.” He nods in understanding. “And let me tell you, the salesman had me on the hook for a beautiful blue stone called a sapphire and I wanted to get it for you more than anything, but I didn’t think it would speak to you in the same way it spoke to me.”

“I’m sure it was beautiful.”

“I got this instead.” He opens the box and holds it out to her.

She opens her mouth and then looks up at him before she turns her eyes back to the ring. She touches it softly with her fingertip. “A claddagh,” she says. “How did you know about these?”

“Well, I didn’t. Not until I noticed how unusual it was and asked about it. When I saw the stamp on the inside, I knew I had to get it.”

She takes the ring out of the box and tilts it to read the inside. “I will wear it,” she says, and gives him the ring and then her hand.

Mulder puts the box down on the table and holds her left hand with his. He moves to put the ring on, but she stops him and shakes her head.

“We’re married. The heart should be pointed down towards my hand.”

“I didn’t know.” He flips the ring between his fingers and then slides it onto hers.

“Thank you.”

“It was my pleasure. I have a few other things that I need to get from the wagon. Speaking of which, I should probably go on and help the boys with getting the horses settled. And I owe some apologies to Melvin and Richard.”

“What for?”

“Leaping to conclusions.”

“See if you can’t get things done soon, supper is almost ready.”

“I can smell it.” Mulder lifts his head and sniffs the air. “Meatloaf?”

“And mashed potatoes.”

“My favorite.”

“I know.”

“And I believe you said something about a pie?”

“Apple.”

“It’s good to be home.”

“It’s good to have you home.”

“So, you did miss me?”

She closes her eyes briefly and smiles. “Go on and help the boys. I’ll ring the bell when supper’s ready.”

He nods and turns to go. He picks his hat up off the floor and when he looks back, he sees her looking at her hand, touching the ring on her finger and smiling softly.

↭

When she thinks about that kiss Mulder gave her, her lips tingle. It was entirely unexpected, but not unwelcome. She may have presented a nonchalant response over it, but her insides had felt fluttery and jittery in a way she’s never experienced before. And then he gave her that ring.

She touches the ring now, twists it back and forth against her finger. It fits her perfectly and it’s exactly what she always wanted. Her grandmother had a claddagh ring that she had hoped would be hers one day. Those hopes were dashed four years ago. The wedding band she’d worn through her first marriage, until Jack sold it, was plain and simple. Just a gold band with a solitary opal. She thinks it had once belonged to Jack’s mother. Still, it always felt heavy on her finger. Unnatural.

After supper, she goes to her room and finds the new valise he’d promised her sitting on the bed. Inside, there are new clothes and fabric, a copy of The Taming of the Shrew, and a set of magazines. She has to sit down when she sees they are science journals, overcome with gratitude and awe. She’s hugging them to her chest when Mulder comes to the doorway. He’s trimmed his beard down and looks like he’s freshly washed.

“Thank you,” she says. “I know I keep saying that you don’t have to do anything for me, but I appreciate this more than you know.”

“I’m glad. It’s my pleasure. I was just about to head out to the porch for a bit. I’ve missed our talks.”

“Oh.” She hesitates and looks down at the journals. She’s eager to start reading.

“I’ll bring the lamp out. You could read an article or two to me from one of the magazines.”

“You wouldn’t mind?”

“Of course not.”

She takes her new shawl and wraps it around her shoulders and then follows Mulder outside to the porch with Popular Science under her arm. He puts the lamp on the table and she moves her chair a little closer to see better. She thumbs through the magazine for something that might interest them both.

“Here’s an article entitled ‘Origin of Color in Animals,’” she says.

“Sounds like a fable.”

She puts the magazine down on her lap. “That reminds me, I had lunch with Susannah and Monica, as you said I should do.”

“That’s wonderful.”

“Monica told me what auras were. She said that all people emit colors that tells you what kind of person they are, and that she can see these colors.”

“Huh. Well, that’s very interesting. What color do I emit? I’m sure she must have told you.”

“Blue and red, is what she said.”

“Those are good colors. I think. How about you?”

“Tan and crystal.”

“That must be very interesting for her. I’d like to see an aura.”

“You believe her?”

“If she says she sees them, why wouldn’t I believe it?”

“People can’t emit color.”

“Why not?”

“Because...because they can’t.”

“What if some scientist somewhere writes about it for one of those journals in your hand?”

“They would have to have proof.”

“Couldn’t someone’s word be proof enough? If you trusted them?”

“Well...no.”

Mulder chuckles. “Alright, Kate. Tell me about the animals and their colors then.”

She hesitates for a beat, but then smoothes the page of her magazine and brings it closer to read.

“Oh wait,” he says. “Before you start, I actually wanted to tell you that while I was in Fort Worth I met with a man who’s going to come out in a few weeks and survey the land.”

“Oh?”

“I’ve hired him to take a look at things and do some designs for an addition to the house and bigger stables, a new corral, that sort of thing.”

“Oh.”

“You sound disappointed for some reason. Are you disappointed?”

“Not exactly.”

“In my experience, that means yes.”

She twists the wedding ring on her finger back and forth with her thumb. “I guess I thought I just might have some say in the matter.”

“Of course you’ll have say in the matter. To an extent.”

She frowns. “I guess that means all your talk was just that.”

“What have I gone back on my word about?”

“Nothing. I just thought that...I thought that it was my land too. I went and paid the mortgage on the first.”

“With money that I gave you.” He chuckles as though it’s a silly joke, but she bristles at how condescending and placating what he’s just said feels. Her eyes begin to water and she angrily grits her teeth and knits her brow to push back any tears. She is so damn tired of being beholden to the whims of some man. Mulder had led her to believe he was different. She was foolish enough to think that he could be.

“It’s always been about the land hasn’t it?” she asks. “The job you gave me, it means nothing. My name on the lease is just a...just a farce.”

“Kate-”

“Don’t call me that. You only seem to call me Kate when you think I’m being unreasonable or foolish. When...when you’re referencing The Shrew.”

“I don’t think I do, and, well, you are being a little unreasonable, don’t you think?”

She gets up out of the chair and he grabs for her hand, which she yanks away, causing her to stumble backwards. He jumps up quickly and she flinches as her immediate retreat causes her to bang her hip into the porch railing.

“Sit down, honey,” he says, gesturing to the chair and holding his arm out towards her, but not touching her. “There’s nothing to get worked up about. You’ve dropped your magazine.” He bends and picks up the journal from the ground, flattens the bent page, and then brushes the cover free of any dirt.

Her wrist throbs from ripping it from his grasp so quickly and her hip smarts where she hit it. She holds her hand, rubbing the top of her wrist lightly and praying she hasn’t given herself a sprain. Cautiously, she perches at the front of the chair, takes the magazine from Mulder, and places it on her lap.

“Go ahead and do what you’d like,” she says.

“Kate...Katherine, I don’t understand why this has upset you, I really don’t. All I’ve done is hired a man to do a survey.”

She says nothing and stares out at the silhouettes of the treetops and the hills in the distance. The land is so vast it seems illogical that it should make her feel so claustrophobic, but it does. Knowing there is nowhere to go and that she’s trapped, once again.

“Talk to me,” he says. “Even if it’s just to tell me to go to the blazes, please say something.”

“I would like to go to bed.”

She doesn’t look at him, but in her periphery, she can see him twist his mouth. He grits his teeth and the muscle in his jaw jumps and quivers. She turns her head away just slightly.

“You don’t need my permission,” he says, and the sarcasm in his tone is more than a little obvious.

She doesn’t trust her knees not to give out on her if she gets up in that moment. She’s feeling so many emotions at once that she’s rendered almost paralyzed by the intensity. Anger, disappointment, sorrow, shame, regret, confusion. She doesn’t even know if she has the right to feel so hurt, but still, it’s how she feels.

“Fine,” he says, after she hasn’t moved for some time. “I’ll go.”

She swallows, the tightening of her throat a tell-tale sign that she may finally be powerless to keep from crying after so long. She will not do it. She will not cry over this. He slaps the arms of his chair as he gets up and she startles, shrinking a bit in her chair. Even his shadow in the lamplight feels overbearing to her right now.

“Do you really think I feel that this is a farce?” he asks. “If it was only about the land, I would’ve paid off the option as soon as we were married. I left the mortgage as it is because I thought you would enjoy the responsibility of it. Surely you realize it makes no difference in the end whether you make those payments or if I do if the money is coming from the same place.”

He pauses and then puts his hand on his hips and kicks angrily at the floor with the toe of his boot. “Dammit, Kate,” he says. “I bought you a ring. And you want to try to tell me I’m not taking this seriously? Or...or to imply that I don’t value or respect your opinion somehow? I don’t know how this conversation took such a turn, I truly don’t.”

She doesn’t know how it is, but words seem to hurt just as much as slaps. Her gut clenches and her hands curl into defensive fists as though she were about to fight off the blows. Her knees feel even weaker now than a few minutes prior.

Without another word, Mulder turns and goes back inside the house. It takes her a good ten minutes to be able to stand and go to her room. Her arms are still shaking and she has to hug the magazine tight and carry the lamp with both hands, very slowly. The door to Mulder’s room is closed and she shuts hers quietly as well and then curls up on her bed. She shivers and pulls her shawl tight around her like a blanket.

#i wrote this #broken things #chapter 13 #MSR #AU

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k-s-morgan · 3 years

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How and when did you think Will forgives Hannibal for the abuses and gaslighting that happened in season 1 ? When he saw Abigail was alive ?

I think Will forgives all Hannibal’s actions of S1 (not counting Abigail) by E7 of S2, when he fully realizes what Hannibal’s goal was. Through these episodes, Hannibal is trying to explain to him that he did everything to help him, that it was a form of therapy. At first, Will is too furious and confused to listen, but then things start making sense to him.

First Hannibal says, “Our conversations, Will, were only ever about you opening your eyes to the truth of who you are.“ Will dismisses this in his hurt and anger. But the trend continues: Hannibal supports him in court. Then there is this crucial conversation where Will finally begins to doubt his initial opinions (when Matthew gives him a chance to try out new defense).

Hannibal: I wanted to dispel your doubts once and for all ... I want you to believe in the best of me. Just as I believe in the best of you. Maybe this acolyte has given you your path to freedom. Even Jack is ready to believe, Will ... I don't want you to be here.

Will is almost spooked by this because he can sense Hannibal’s honesty. Hannibal really doesn’t want him to stay in prison, he wants him free, and Will has to wonder why. But Hannibal gives him an answer in the next line: he’s technically talking about Matthew, but the words describe him much better.

Hannibal: This killer wrote you a poem, Will. Are you going to let his love go to waste?

Will’s confusion is beautifully reflected in his dream, where the stag aka Hannibal leads him out of prison while actual Hannibal tries to get him back into his cell. This shows the duality of Will’s thoughts: he starts to believe that Hannibal didn’t just mess with him, that he actually cares and has some goals, that Will is special to him, after all, but he’s not ready to believe it entirely.

In E7, we have this:

Chilton: Why didn't Hannibal just kill you?

Will: Because he wants to be my friend.

Will has finally made a new conclusion. He made sure that yes, Hannibal wants to be his friend, and all his actions (lies, drugging) were about helping Will Become. That is one of the reasons why he doesn’t just shoot Hannibal in the kitchen. He even talks about it openly.

Will: You wanted me to embrace my nature, doctor. Just following the urges I kept down for so long, cultivating them as the inspirations they are.

Hannibal knows it, too.

Hannibal: Aren't you curious, Will? Why you? ... What does the Chesapeake Ripper want with you? If I am the Ripper and you kill me, who will answer your questions? Don't you want to know how it ends?

This is further supported in E8, where Will and Hannibal discuss some of it.

Will: I discovered a truth about myself when I tried to have you killed ... I'm afraid I need to be saved from who you perceive me to be.

Will has a vital dream about Hannibal calling him a beloved and telling him about his potential in E9.

Dream Hannibal: No one can be fully aware of another human being unless we love them. By that love we see potential in our beloved. Through that love we allow our beloved to see their potential. Expressing that love, our beloved's potential comes true.

This is literally what he did to Will in S1, and since Will understands it, he forgives it. He acknowledges that Hannibal was doing what he thought would help him become stronger, embrace his real self, so he’s not angry about it anymore. In fact, I’d say he agrees with Hannibal, and he enjoys his new sense of semi-freedom.

What Will doesn’t understand (and consequently can’t forgive) is Abigail’s death. It doesn’t make sense for him because Hannibal claims to have cared for her, so he keeps hesitating for a long time, unwilling to commit to him 100%. It’s telling how Will forgives Hannibal for her real death in S3 - this time, he understands why. Will forgives things when he understands motivation for them, especially when this motivation is all about him. That’s why he doesn’t care about the deaths of people like Beverly and Georgia much - he knows why Hannibal did it, so for him, it’s something he can forgive.

#hannibal #will graham #hannigram #meta

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megsironthrone · 3 years

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Meg's Game of Tales: Tale 6

*Familiar characters are NEVER mine! The original "Beauty and the Beast" is the work of Gabrielle-Suzanne Barbot de Villeneuve.*

Warnings: Beauty and the Beast AU. Angst. A little fluff??

Pairings: Varys x reader

Varys considered himself a man of intelligence. He was always one step ahead of most people (Tyrion excluded). So how had he ended up banished to an almost forgotten little village on the outskirts of a looming and foreboding castle that no one else seemed to notice or rather didn't want to talk about? It made no sense to him, but that little village would end up changing his life in ways in never would have expected.

Curiosity was one of Varys' more troublesome traits. He was always curious about what people would say or do in certain situations. So, when no one could tell him anything about the castle or its inhabitants, Varys took it upon himself to find out. Before he'd had a network of spies to do that for him. In this new place, he was on his own. With that in mind, he set out toward the castle on the other side of the forest.

As he traveled deeper into the dank woods, the atmosphere shifted. The air felt stifled and heavy. The light was nearly gone despite the fact that it had been early morning when Varys set out. There was something dark in that place and Varys found himself spooked for the first time in a long time. He was half tempted to turn back, but once again, his curiosity got the better of him. He had a need to know everything about everyone wherever he went. This was no different. So he pressed on.

It felt like he'd been traveling for hours when he finally made it to the castle. The air was even denser and the sky even darker. The castle itself was also dark and looked to be falling into disrepair. Stones were cracked. Walls were covered in ivy. Snow crunched under Varys' feet which surprised him. There was no snow anywhere else along his journey or in the village. That was when he truly knew why no one wanted to talk about the castle. There was almost certainly a curse upon the place.

A low growl caught Varys' attention. He turned to see a pack of wolves circling around the gate of the castle. These wolves were hunting and Varys was not about to attempt a return to the village in the middle of a hunting pack. He was sure they wouldn't attack, but wild animals were unpredictable. That left only one option that didn't lead to him freezing to death. He had to enter the castle.

To his surprise, the door opened easily. "Hello?" he called as he entered the castle. It was cold and dark except for the light coming from one room. A fire. Varys slowly walked toward the room only to nearly trip on an old clock. He bent down to pick it up.

"Will you please put me down?!" Varys nearly dropped the antique. A talking clock?! "You need to set me down and leave. Immediately! Before the master finds you here!" Varys brows furrowed. "Honestly, can't you see he's chilled to the bone?"another voice asked, "We can't just throw him out!" Varys glanced down to see a candelabra and a teapot looking up at him.

"It seems I was correct. This place is cursed," he muttered, but the household objects heard him anyway. They all looked crestfallen. "Yes…a sorcerer cursed our master, the castle, and all of us. As well as the people of the nearby village. It will take a special person to break the curse…so far, no one has been successful and it has been ten years already."

"And how is the curse to be broken?" Varys asked. There was a small part of his brain that was calling himself stupid for talking to a candlestick. "We cannot say. The curse forbids it." Varys sighed. Damn his curiosity. "Come, let us take you to the fire to warm up and I'll fix you a nice spot of tea," the teapot offered. Varys thought about declining, but he didn't want to face the snow and wolves outside. So he reluctantly agreed.

He was hardly in his seat when he heard what sounded like another growl. "Who are you?!" Varys jumped in his seat and turned around. Whatever he had been expecting, this wasn't it. Honestly he was expecting a beast. A monster of some sort. What stood before him was a person. Albeit, this person was scarred and their face was twisted into an expression of pure rage. "You are not welcome here!"

"Master, please. This poor man has lost his way. The wolves…" Your face hardened further. "So, you decided to trespass? Come to look at the monster? Well, take a good look!" Varys didn't see what you meant, but looked at you for a long time. After a while, he spoke again, "I was simply looking for a place to wait out the wolves." Once more, your expression grew fierce. Clearly the wolves were a tender subject for you. "Oh, I'll give you a place to stay. The tower."

*time skip and YOUR POV*

You found yourself sighing as you tried to read again. Your prisoner, Varys, had been in the castle for months now. Actually, he wasn't a bad person. You were simply angry. You were angry with the sorcerer who'd cursed your home, your friends, and yourself. You were angry every time you looked at the scars littering your face and arms. And you were angry with yourself. It was your fault you'd been cursed. You truly were a monster. But Varys didn't seem to see that.

After your initial anger, you let him out of the tower and offered him a room. You weren't going to let him go. You didn't want the villagers crashing down your door once he told them, as he was likely to do. He was angry at first, but you soon found yourself enjoying his company. In fact, you could say you were falling for him. But it wasn't enough. Not enough to lift the curse upon your house. He needed to love you in return. And no one could love you. That was all you thought.

Still, as time passed, you began feeling something you hadn't before. Hope. Varys didn't look at you in disgust. He didn't look at you in fear. Even in the beginning. He seemed to like spending time with you until your temper got the best of you. And after his sixth month with you, you decided that you were definitely falling for him. Because of that, you could finally explain your curse.

"The wolves out there weren't always vicious. The sorcerer made them that way. He took away my biggest vice. My vanity. My pride. He used the wolves that used to protect us. He turned my people into objects that grow less human every day that passes. My castle has fallen to ruin because I cannot break the curse myself. I gave up caring. People began avoiding the castle. Avoiding me. And after a few years, they forgot all about us. Because of my selfishness and pride, I'm disfigured and angry. I'm unlovable. A beast."

For a few moments, Varys said nothing. Then, he cleared his throat, his eyes meeting yours. "What happened to you does not make you a beast. While your temper does not help, you are changing already. Since I have been here, you've become kinder. More conscious of your actions and words. I am happy to say I can call you a friend…one of the few I have. And I will help you break the curse. If I can. I hope I can."

You gave him a smile. For the first time since your curse began, you felt that your heart was full. You took a chance and reached over to set your hand on his. "I hope so, too." Your eyes met his and the feeling in your chest bloomed into something you'd never felt before. You only hoped that one day, Varys would come to love you the way you were beginning to love him.

(a/n: I apologize for the wait for this one, lovelies! It has not been a good writing week, but I wanted to get this out for you today!)

#meg's game of tales #game of thrones #fairytale au #beauty and the beast au #varys #varys x reader

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hollyhomburg · 4 years

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I'm so excited for packtan!!!!

i’m glad you are! here’s the second part! the warnings are the same as the last one! THIS ASK IS CONCURRENT TO THE LAST ONE SO MAKE SURE YOU READ THIS ONE FIRST

you try to knee him in the balls but he sees through your move, blocking your knee by darting back before he grabs you by the hair.

it’s so quick, the way he tries to steer you into one of the side rooms, grabs you by your hair and pulls, you fight back, kicking even as the door shuts, luckily its one of the ones that locks from the outside so he can’t make sure you’re undisturbed, and you should and scream and land a savage kick to throat, he splutters, but knees you in the gut sending you to the floor gasping, he stalks towards you as you back up on your hands and knees towards the fireplace. you hook your ankle around the back of his knees sending him crashing, but the only place he can fall is onto you.

you roll around for a second, pushing at his face, as his hands settle around your throat. it almost ends like that you’re face to face with him as he snarls, blinking blood out of his eyes, your nails had cut the skin under his eyebrow as you continue to claw at him and get his hands off of you, jamming your thumb everywhere you can to no avail. nothing makes him let go of your throat as he squeezes hard enough to make your lungs scream for air.

”you fucking bitch, I’ve been dreaming about this moment for the last 3 years- dreaming about killing you with your own two hands, don’t you wonder what happened to your precious sister’s petal? don’t worry, I kept them alive until they gave me a pup a piece, without you to protect them it was easy,” you scramble against the carpeted floor, feat kicking madly, your hand closing around something- you don’t think you just use it, bringing up the small hatchet used to cut firewood, the blow connecting to his head with a savage thump.

he falls like a sack of potatoes, and you don’t know if you’ve killed him or just knocked him out, the sound of your ragged gasps for air and your thundering heartbeat is the only thing you hear, as you scramble to you claw your way out from underneath his dead weight. you stumble to the door and have the forethought to lock it before your instincts to get away make you break out into an uneven run, black spots blinking in your visions.

you round a corner and crash into a chest, yoongi lets out a little oof as you collide with him. wide hands coming up to grab your arms, a basket full of silverware clanging to the floor, you flinch backward “y/n jesus christ- what are you- what’s wrong- what happened” you’re gasping, you can’t get enough air into your bruised throat, let alone enough to speak it feels like you’re breathing through a straw. Yoongi can’t cut through the panic- “baby” he says, reaching out slowly and carefully, gently taking your hands in his, worried that you’ll flinch away from him again “I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what happened,” you shake your head, and its that motion that slings your hair out of place and he sees the bruises on your neck,

that’s when he realizes, that whatever is going on, it’s bad.

he slowly, ever so slowly, lifts up his hand to tilt your jaw to the side so he can see the bruises budding, clear lines where fingers where the broken blood vessels already darkening from pink to purple, your eyes wide and shivering, the small breathes you let in shivery and so not there- you look terrified. Yoongi is going to cut off the hands of whoever touched you, Namjoon’s rules be damned. it’s a struggle for him to keep his words even and not growl, he doesn’t want to startle you more than you already are, “who hurt you?”

your hands shake, yoongi thinks you’re not going to be able to answer him until you ever so slowly, reach up to take his hand. he’s confused for a moment when you start dragging it underneath the side of your shirt. but then the pads of his fingers meet a raised scar. of course, yoongi knew they existed. jin and jimin had relayed enough to the rest of the pack the first day you’d been here, and they are the only one to see all of your scars in their entirety. But feeling them was a whole other thing and he feels his anger rise all over again,

“The person who gave you these is here?” you tug at his hand again, more surely, and he’s sure he’s wrong. and you make him trace over the scar again- what is that- is that an initial? yes it it, it’s the first letter not of the pack alphas name but of his second in command. Yoongi’s met him a handful of times before.

before yoongi can think to do anything on the matter, Hoseok rounds the corner, and you nearly jump into Yoongi’s arms, shaking even harder, even though you can smell that it’s just Hoseok- it’s still alpha- and the surprise makes you on edge, “there you both are I was looking- what’s going on? baby why are you crying?” his senses suddenly on high alert now that he can see and smell you, your scent shot through with fear making the hair on the back of his head stand up.

yoongi tells Hoseok what happened- and Hoseok’s blood boils. he’s not going to let the other alpha get away with this. between the two of them they manage to coax you into showing them where he is, and you lead them to the end of the hall, the sitting room at the other end. there are no angry shouts, the door- locked from the outside isn’t rattling on its hinges. hoseok goes in for barely a minute before he’s out. he’s no stranger to dead bodies, “we need namjoon, this could turn into an all-out war.”

hoseok turns to leave but you won’t let him, hands suddenly fisting in the hem of his tunic, you don’t want either of them to leave, you need them right now, need them to stay and keep you safe. but you can't relay it, your mouth opening and closing a bit before you get frustrated and just pull him in. “we’re not going anywhere baby” hoseok says, words soft and low like he’s talking to a spooked animal. hands rubbing soothing circles onto the small of your back.

They decide to take you to namjoon’s rooms, where yoongi will wait with you while Hoseok goes and tells namjoon. along the way, they run into Jungkook and Tae, and the plan is quickly switched, Taehyung holding you softly letting you set the pace for how fast they go to namjoon’s rooms.

“do you have her kookie? or do you need me to stay?” “i’ll protect her till my last breath Hyung” Hoseok can see the determination in his eyes, and knows that yes, he would. “i have to find jin and jimin, and make sure they’re safe too.”

yoongi is the one to find namjoon, “I’m going to need to not to fly into a murderous rage when i tell you what i’m about to tell you,” namjoon barely resists the shift. out of all of the alphas on the Compound, namjoon is the only one who can shift into their wolf form. it’s an old special kind of ability, one that’s been slowly disappearing for generations, and yet, his wolf within him flares to life, demands blood and viscera for whats been done to his omega.

yoongi can see how hard it is for namjoon to resist the pull, his every muscle taught as he gets a hold of himself. Yoongi’s presence always helps, especially when the smaller man leans in close, his forehead resting against namjoon’s scent gland, which settles the pack alpha more firmly into his human body. “take me to see her yoongi, I need to make sure she’s okay.”

the world is a rush of stimulus, voices talking and hands, gentle hands that you know trying to cut through your haze. after the adrenaline and panic had faded there’s just this- this nothing. This haze and cloud that won’t let a single thought or action gets through, you don’t even nod when Seokjin asks you a question, asking if you’d like a glass of water, a change of clothes. you don’t even try to speak anymore, not sure that you really can right now.

And it’s scary to the others. how quickly you’d just disapeared. none of you usual wry humor, your cagey kindness and unassuming friendship- the person they love just buried under all of this resurging trauma. the only thing you do is keep ahold of taehyung’s hand where you’d stumbled, legs finally giving out once you were safely inside namjoon’s room, the smells of all of them finally lulling you out of the adrenaline high, and now this, the utter exhaustion.

jimin is there, dabbing a cool cloth along your neck, both Jungkook and Hoseok by the door, agitated, Hoseok pacing until Seokjin makes him stop it sensing it was making you more agitated. Tae and jimin never stop their slow string of words, never above a comforting murmur, they keep most of the conversation basic. “I think we’re going to need to go on a little trip to get some more clay for the potters station, I think it would be good to have a little extra before the winter season starts, I always feel like they break so many of my plates when the winter rolls around,” “I can go with you too!” jimin pipes up, now dragging the cloth down and across your arms, soothing in its coolness. it’s nice, you tighten your hand and shift a little more firmly next to jimin, he and Tae notice, and he keeps doing it, glad they can at least do this.

at the door, yoongi announces he’s there before Soseok opens the locked door and he and namjoon enter. the effect of the pack alphas in the room is immediate, the tense feeling in everyone’s shoulders relaxing. namjoon carefully, and slowly, sit down in front of Tae and jimin and you, where you’re wrapped up in some of the furs in front of the fireplace, crackling with warmth thanks to Seokjin. namjoon takes one of your hands in his. turning over one side and then the other, finding a small cut there, bringing it to his mouth. you let out a little noise, a little whimper, and immediately Tae and jimin are holding you tighter.

“you’re going to be okay, I promise im not going to let anything else happen to you, you’re safe here,” namjoon stands, “I want-” he breaks off then starts again, “you should stay here tonight if you want to go back to your own place you can and I’ll have a guard stationed out but please-” he needs you here, all of you, safe in his arms where the world cant hurt you.

you nodd, eyes flashing up to meet namjoon’s before they dart away, still not able to meet his eyes. and it’s settled. already jimin and tae nervously offer you some of their pajamas, ready to prattle onto you, Seokjin is already dragging some of the furs out of the bedroom to set in front of the fire, and namjoon knows they’ll all sleep in the main room tonight. Seokjin already smells like he’s about ready nest.

it takes another 30 minutes to mobilize. the feast is just underway, the pack people knowing not to wait for namjoon’s pack, it’s not the first time they’ve all been absent from the head table. but when he does, it’s with a line of alphas behind him, Jungkook and Hoseok, as well as a few others, all holding their hand and a half swords at the ready. “finally our glorious hosts have decided to join us” the other pack alpha says, annoyance coloring his smile more of a sneer.

“I have an announcement to make,” namjoon says, ignoring the clear provocation. “the ironhide pack has attacked one of our omegas,” “that’s bullshit! i would have noticed, the whole packs been with me the entire night!” the alpha goes on to insinuate that this is a fabricated crime that namjoon has made it up only to get out of the alliance, every single alpha and beta in the room stands and turns to look at the pack. some of them holding their knives at their table settings, ready in their hands, ready to attack for one of their own always. namjoon is sure that if they knew it was you they wouldn’t hesitate to fight the 2 dozen or so alphas of the others pack,

namjoon just raises his eyebrows at the alpha, “are you so sure you’d notice? when you haven’t even noticed your own brother is missing from your table.” the alpha’s head whips around, and then back to namjoon, voice deadly low. “what did you do to him,”

“I didn’t do anything, but the omega he tried to harm did enough. he’s dead” more than one growl ripples out from the other pack. “As pack alpha- I demand you hand the omega over to us, to face retribution for their crimes.” more than one omega in the room lets out a feral snarl, namjoon see’s one of the older woman, an elderly omega known for her fiery attitude actually get up with a steak knife in hand, luckily she’s restrained by her beta son, who looks half endeared half shocked that his mother would look so ready for a fight.

“the law of the land states that any wolf who sets foot on pack lands other than their own will be subject to the laws of that pack, and an omega killing an alpha in self-defense is not a crime on my lands, alpha lee” he tries to interrupt. But holds up a hand, and he falls silent, and namjoon sees feer in the alpha's eyes. he’s afraid of namjoon’s next words, as he should be, namjoon could order all of them to be killed on the spot. and part of him, a small part, wants to do it sweep in and free all of the omegas and betas from underneath these alphas clutches.

but he restrains himself, “our treaty is broken, leave our compound within the hour or your lives are forfeit, and if you fail to leave our lands within the next day so is your pack and all it’s assets. the clock is ticking alpha lee.” namjoon turns to his awaiting pack. “everyone else, please see to it that you enjoy the food and the feast, the summer months are nearly upon us, and hopefully this year will be as pleasant as the last.” namjoon sends Hoseok and Jungkook back to guard the room, they’re the only ones he trusts to really make sure you stay safe and stays for a few more minutes to make sure that the alphas of the pale hide pack leave.

in namjoon’s rooms, Seokjin’s nest making is well underway. the thick and plush furs laid out more than thick enough the sleep you, you recline against hoseok’s chest, playing with the hands of the alpha your eyes drooping. you straighten up when you see namjoon enter, eyes wide and imploring, “they’re gone, I made sure I watched them go” you relax almost instantly, letting out a little huff of breath.”

the others clean up the remanets of a makeshift dinner, the mood of the room is significantly less tense, and now- they can really put their full focus on you. one of them must have gone down to the kitchens to get something, “she refused to eat,” jimin says, as namjoon pauses, tossing his robes onto the couch- pushed up against the wall, jimin fusses, shoving a bowl of soup into namjoon’s lap but even the alpha isn’t hungry as he watches you.

you’ve put on one of his long tunics. they finally must have gotten you out of those wine-stained pants and your shirt because you're wearing one of his tunics, large and gauzy almost, the linen fabric dyed a deep navy blue. even though you doze, every few minutes, your jerk awake against Hoseok’s chest. unable to fall asleep.

it’s just after the omegas have gone to sleep, Jungkook curling up to spoon jin Taehyung asleep behind you, Hoseok at your front, that you jerk awake again. yoongi and namjoon are still awake, namjoon still sitting facing the door and yoongi sitting beside him talking it over. his hand and a half sword balanced across his knees.

“Yoongi” you say, your voice little more than a whisper in its threadyness, yoongi is quick to come to your side, a hand delicately against the back of your head, crouching down “yes my angel?” “I can’t sleep” you rub at one of your eyes with a clenched fist, he’s never seen you act so childlike or ask so readily for help, help that he is more than ready to give, “let me make you some tea.”

Namjoon watches as his eldest beta sets the pot over the fire, carefully sturs in the special nighttime blend you’d taught yoongi how to make when he’d started wondering after your recipes. he holds the cup to your mouth, your hands shaking too much not to spill it all over. Namjoon watches and feels his heartbreak with how full it is, when yoongi presses a soft kiss to your forehead.

you pull at the edge of his shirt, a low whine in your throat until yoongi gets in next to you, making tae scoot over, so now you're in-between hoseok’s chest and yoong’s. Hoseok pulling you closer in his sleep. your eyes are wide as you look up, meeting Namjoons, he can sense your question before you voice it, you shouldn't strain your throat.

“I’ll turn in soon little one. You should sleep,” the sleeping draft yoongi made seems to be doing the trick, already your eyes are drooping, more lucid, but you do nod, turning over to tuck your head under Yoongi’s chin, the beta making a happy surprise noise in his throat

Namjoon turns back to the door as his pack sleeps on below him, standing vigil until the first light of morning crests through the window. his hand tightening on his sword with every sound, he won't let anything hurtyou- not tonight or any other night, never again he vows, looking at the bruises around your throat, never again will he allow his family to be hurt.

it’s a promise that Namjoon keeps.

#Anonymous #packtan au #yayyyyy this is like #so many words #3.1k actually

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yicruz48 · 4 years

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hey, what did you see in Adam Glass' instagram? :ooo I am really curious (and worried af).

Sorry It took me awhile to respond, I just got out of work:)

Here is the conversation Adam Glass had with a reader who (AS MANY OF US) is angry about Damian’s regression.

So basically summarizing and sliding my opinion on the matter:

Adam has basically revealed DC’s plans for Damian in the future (either intentionally or not).

Adam Glass’s run tried (emphasis on ‘tried’ because that definitely didn’t get through in his writing to the readers) to explore Damian’s darkness (and its connection to his humanity).

DC Comics plan (A plan that Glass supports himself), is to lead Damian to his own destruction in order to for him to discover himself and his identity and to come out on the other side better I guess.

But I personally have a lot issues with these statements and plans.

I can fully agree that Damian before rebirth had a lot of development yet to be explored. Damian by no means is a perfect character and still has some flaws in his thinking when it comes to his obsession with his bloodline, his insecurity with his position in the bat family, his toxic loyalty to his father, his attitude towards villain's and other people and so on.

But the problem is that Glass terribly executed this during this run. At the beginning of his run Damian stated motivations for creating essentially a torture chamber were:

-> Him seeing a planet die in No Justice. Which as I’ve said before (many times) I really don’t think Damian would’ve give a fuck about because the Justice League tried their best and sacrifices had to be made. And out of all the Batfamily Damian would’ve understood that the most.

-> His favorite Arab restaurant was blown up by Black Mask, a villian who like many other villains found a loophole in order to get out Arkham. Fed up with Villian’s always escaping and getting away with things (such as blowing up his favorite restaurant and safe haven) he decides to creates his own prison (aka torture chamber). But if you currently read TT, you’ve probably forgotten his information because Glass never emphasized again after the special. How are we the readers, suppose to assume Damian was truly affected by No Justice and his favorite restaurant being destroyed when it wasn’t mentioned ever again? It is the job of the writer to make this clear by reminding his audience of this every once in awhile. You can not expect the readers to remember these details and make connections without it.

If Damian was truly affected by these events, then it was Glass’s job to go more in depth about how it affected him negatively and his decision-making in the future. One issue and never mentioning it again wasn’t enough. It makes Damian seem like he just used No Justice and his favorite restaurant blowing up as an excuse to build a prison which destroys his development.

And due to solicitations and wips from Javier Fernandez on instagram, it seems like more reasoning will be given about Damian’s suddenly going all killer and hunting down villians:

Which by looking at these, it seems he will be influenced to go down this path because of Dick losing his memories (thanks to KG Beast) and Alfred dying in front of him (thanks to Tom King).

But I have one big issue with this that my friend @wesavegotham brought to my attention and that is incredibly important to keep in mind:

In order for a character to suddenly begin killing and going down a dark path there needs to be a trigger; or an event that happens that pushes this character to make a change in their opinions.

Yes, we may be given reasons as to why Damian starts potentially killing but these reasonings came far too late.

-> Dick losing his memories happened about more than 2 years ago and as if a few days ago we just received the news that Dick will return most likely in Batman issue # 99.

->Alfred dying happened almost a year ago.

Using these as reasonings NOW after so much time has passed since these issues came out AND months has gone by in DC Universe no longer makes these reasonings triggers.

As in the name, “Trigger” occurs right AFTER the event happens, not months after it happens because then it becomes a weak reasoning (aka excuse) to start killing.

If you only read Teen Titans, then this may be satisfying reasoning's to go killer.

But most people who read comics, read more than one comic. Those of us reading Batman, Detective comics and Nightwing along with Teen Titans, it just gives us the impression that Damian is using these reasons as excuses because we know months has past in other comics. Which again, makes Damian look bad and unjustified in his reasonings.

If you were going to use these as triggers in order for him to start killing maybe mentioning them a bit in issues beforehand would’ve been a obliviously good idea in order to legitimize these reasonings for most readers who read more than one comic. You could’ve had one of the Teen Titan’s asking Damian directly why he was acting differently earlier in the run and Damian shunning them for prying in his personal issues. Or having a member of the group who knows this information being aware of it as a possible reasoning for Damian’s change in opinion (Wallace West ii knows Wally so he may be aware of the situation with Nightwing, Emiko’s older brother works with the Justice League, so she may be aware of Nightwing’s absence). Even just Glass writing the members being aware of some attitude change in Damian (and connecting it to something probably personal) would’ve cut it if you had to delay shedding Dick and Alfred as reasonings for this attitude change for future issues.

As a writer, it is your job to sell the reasonings as to why Damian changed the opinions he previously held in Tomasi’s run and Glass didn’t sell it for me. If you wanted me to seriously consider the events of No Justice and the restaurant blowing up as initial triggers for Damian’s change in direction then you needed to advertise and sell to me your reasonings for this. As a consumer, I received no following advertisements to convince me. Again it is the job of the writer to make this clear. I am not gonna clearly remember an issue that came out nearly two years ago ESPECIALLY since I read multiple comics.

If you are going to destroy a character in order for them to later be “reborn” you needed to convince me why the destruction was necessary for their development and why a rebirth is essential for this character to grow when he already had a whole book dedicated to his redemption (Robin: Son of Batman).

When Damian killed Nobody earlier in Batman and Robin (2011) and killed someone in Batman Incorporated both Tomasi and Morrison made it clear why he decided to kill them and break his promise with Bruce. Which both were connected to the fact Damian was afraid of losing his father and family.

Even Damian’s first kill after meeting his father (Spook) was justified by Morrison. Damian killed Spook in order to show his worth and ability to his father in the only way he knew at that time; by killing his enemies. You couldn’t really blame him for not knowing better when he raised to think killing anybody was justifiable.

Again, I am not frustrated by Damian going down a dark path in order to grow as a character. I am angry that it was handled so poorly that it portrays my favorite character in a bad light as if people didn’t already see him in a bad light and bash me for liking such a character like Damian.

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lihikainanea · 4 years

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Can we talk about subdrop? I've experienced it twice in my sexual life. The first time, it felt like the worst hangover. I was exhausted and there wasn't an ounce of energy left in me. The second time was horrific. It's amazing what the mind can convince you of when you deplete the body in such an extreme way. I was angry, depressed, hysterical, snappy, needy and exhausted all at once - and it lasted a while too. How would Tiger and Bill work through that more 'horrific' type of subdrop?

*dons 1960s wig*

*adjusts microphone*

ahem--

SOCK IT TO ME SOCK IT TO ME SOCK IT TO ME SOCK IT TO ME

Ohhhhhh baby, I could talk about this all day. And now I’m all up in my feels, now I’m all sensitive in every way, and I just...mmm, let’s talk.

First of all, I’m sorry you had to experience that and I sincerely hope you have a loving, supportive partner who is able to help bring you out and give you what you need. Sub drops are awful, yes, but they just...they happen, you know? It’s part of it. When you are doing something that intense, when you’re enjoying it, when your emotions are so high and you’re in so deep you don’t know which way is up--sometimes there’s the inevitable crash after. The euphoria and the agony. Things get really messed up in our minds, we’re in physical pain, we’re really fucking confused at what we just let happen. We’re in real bad shape if we’re jarred from that safe space suddenly, but even if we’re coaxed out of it gently, adrenaline is a hell of a thing. Heightened emotions are a hell of a thing. It’s awful.

And look, tiger has had her share of bad drops. Bill knows that he needs to stay extremely calm, needs to give her something to latch on to even as she recoils. Sometimes she can’t stand his touch--either because her nerve endings are so on fire that her skin is burning, or because she’s associating his touch with the pain that she’s feeling, she’s scared of him, she’s just spooked in general and her fight or flight instinct is kicking in and she just wants to run.

Sometimes it happens immediately after a particularly rough round, Bill will help bring her out of it--lots of very gentle touches, a ton of whispered praise, soft kisses. His voice is one of the strongest anchors that helps bring her out, she listens to him and he just keeps talking, tells her that she’s so good for him, to just come out of it slowly and when she’s ready, that she might be in pain but he’ll take care of her. And that--that is SO key. He’s acknowledging what she might be going through; he was damn rough so he knows she’s going to be a bit bruised or a bit sore, and he’s telling her that’s okay--that he’ll take care of it for her. He’ll help her feel better. He tells her that he loves her--over and over again--and if she can stand it, he’ll hold her so close as she comes down. Keeps her chest pressed to his, tries to get her looking at him.

But you know....sometimes it goes wrong. Sometimes after a good night’s sleep tiger wakes up all kinds of fucked up about the previous night. She’s confused, she doubts him, doubts his feelings for her--how can somebody say they love you, and then hurt you that way?--she’s in pain and panicking and her mind is getting away on her. It’s fucked up, but during a sub drop--man, your mind is your enemy. It’s so fucked.

And Bill just...he has to be ready. Because she depends on him for this. Their entire dynamic works because she trusts him with this, trusts him to break through and to break her out of it, and he can’t ever let her down. Not even once. So when she recoils from him, when she shoves him away with a heaving sob and curls in on herself, he takes a deep breath. He doesn’t approach--he doesn’t ever approach, because it would terrify her in that moment--but he just stays steady, doesn’t make any sudden movements. And he’ll talk--if she can’t get a breath in, he might tell her to focus on that. He might tell her to try and just focus on his voice, not even the words he’s saying to her, but just the sound of his voice around her. He’ll tell her to breathe, if she can. He’ll tell her that she’s safe where she is, that it’s just the two of them, and that she’s safe with him. He’ll repeat that over and over and over again.

And when he sees she might be calming down, he doesn’t ask to touch her yet. It would send her spiralling again. But that’s when he starts to tell her...not what she’s feeling, definitely not, but he starts to tell her what she might be experiencing. That she’s terrified. That she thinks he’s going to hurt her. That she’s in pain, and that she’s angry that someone who said they loved her and wanted to keep her safe hurt her this way. She might feel betrayed, ashamed, anxious, confused. He tells her all the things she might be feeling because it’s an acknowledgement, and it helps her start to break things down more rationally. He’ll tell her that this is part of it--that emotions so intense often swing the other way--and that he’s there, that she’s safe again, and that he wants to take care of her and help her through it when she feels okay enough to let him. He tells her to take her time, that he’ll just keep talking to her, keep telling her that she’s safe and loved because it’s the truth.

Sometimes, she might start to frantically reach for him and Bill moves a tad--just close enough--and asks if he can hold her. He always asks.

Sometimes she’ll just stay still, crying, and when Bill asks if he can touch her she’ll say no. And he’ll tell her that’s okay, to let him know when she’s ready or wants to be held. Sometimes tiger can’t even decide that for herself, can’t take the initiative to tell him when she needs it--so Bill will keep asking. Every few minutes, just keep asking if he can touch her.

Sometimes she’ll tell him no, but also tell him that it’s because it hurts. Her skin is just on fire, and she can’t move. That’s progress, though--and he’ll help her work through that too. He’ll ask her if there’s any part of her that he can touch, that she doesn’t think would hurt. Anything at all. He’ll ask her to just take a deep breath and focus on that--to tell him where it really hurts, which is often her neck or her ass or her stomach or her back or the inside of her wrists, all the places she’s usually so sensitive--and then he’ll ask if maybe he can just run a finger or two over her face. If maybe he can just hold her hand. He might just tell her to put her hand on the bed, and he’ll very gently place his hand over it. If she flinches, he’ll remove it immediately--still calmly though--and he’ll ask for something else that they can try, that won’t hurt her.

Tiger’s sub drops can last anywhere from 15 minutes to like...a few days. Usually if it’s days, then tiger gets simultaneously really withdrawn while also clinging to him. She panics if he’s not in the same room as her, but when he is she kind of also just wants to be left alone. Sometimes she’s insanely needy for his touch, his reassurance, his comfort (GAH GOOD DUDE BILL) and he always has to have her on his lap, or have his arm around her, or just be holding her or touching her in some way. Sometimes she cries a lot, incessantly, and Bill just needs to hold her and keep murmuring praise to her. She needs to be in his clothes, surrounded by his scent and his warmth. Bill has had to cancel plans to stay home and care for her, if she wasn’t yet in the right mindset to know that he was gone and that she’d be alone for a few hours.

But it all comes down to trust. Tiger trusts him to do this for her, and the reason why she trusts him so much and why she can let herself go so deep into sub space is because he has never let her down. She knows that if she drops then he’ll be there to drag her out, and he’ll be the first one she reaches for when she’s back on solid ground.

#BFF!Bill #bill skarsgard #bill skarsgard drabble #sub tiger

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makingoutinthemojave · 4 years

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This is something i thought of a few days ago, but fo4 companions reacting to the sole survivor taking off their prosthetic leg/arm and hitting someone ( maybe one of the othet companions lol) with it after being annoying.

I wrote a few of these! Feel free to message me if you’d like other companions!

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Deacon-

“All I’m saying is that if Aliens exist- then why is it so hard to believe there are microscopic robots in all of our food?”

“Ok- Tom- that’s a lot to unpack,” Tinker Tom was in one of his rants again that he would go into while everyone was trying to sleep. However, his ramblings normally got everyone up and talking. Sole always tried to argue with him, which was hilarious to Deacon. “First of all, Aliens aren’t real.”

“Hey now- that ain’t true!” Tom interrupted them, “I saw that UFO the other day!”

“And we’re supposed to believe in everything you see?” Glory takes Sole’s side, lifting her brow at Tom.

“Hey, if the man says he saw a UFO- then who are we to say he didn’t! I believe ya, Tinker.” Deacon scooted from his mattress to Tom’s, patting his back. He loved to side with Tom in these fights- mostly because he reveled in the chance to tease Sole.

“Thanks, Deeks, at least you know the truth.” Tom puts his arm around Deacon, glaring at the other, less believing crew.

“Whatever, ok, Second of all, how did you go from Aliens to microscopic robots?” Sole ignores the idiots arm-in-arm in front of them and brings up their second point.

“That’s obvious! The Aliens make the tiny robots!” Deacon declares in a dramatic voice, and Tom gasps.

“Do you think so? Maybe that’s why they’re flying over the earth- they’ve been experimenting on us!” Tom sounded like he was on the cusp of revelation- and Glory groaned.

“Come on, Tom, you can’t be serious.”

“I’m sorry that you can’t open your mind to the possibilities, Glory. I’m just trying to be safe!” Tom takes a condescending tone, and Deacon anticipates a shitshow.

“Oh, and being safe means being an idiot?” Glory snaps, and Deacon ‘ooh’s.

“Being safe means suspecting everything! And you don’t suspect enough!” Tom spits back.

“I don’t, do I? Well, Tom, I ‘suspect’ you’re about to get your ass whooped-” Glory starts getting up, and Sole grabs her arm.

“Wait, beat him with this-” Sole grabs at their hip, feeling for something.

“You’re not actually gonna beat me up, Glory-” Tom begins to nervously ask, Deacon recoiling from his friend to prevent suffering the same fate. He’s interrupted by a loud POP.

“WhAT THE FUCK-” Glory yells, jumping back from Sole. Sole then lifts their whole leg into the air.

“Get ‘em with this!” Sole offers the leg over to Glory, and she backs up.

“Woah, Woah- hold on, you can’t just hand your leg over to someone!”

“Yeah, you need to take them to dinner first- at least.” Deacon quips, making Sole laugh. He’s known about Sole’s prosthetic leg for some time and especially knows their tendency to use it as a disciplinary weapon. He’s just glad he’s not the one to receive their calf of wrath at the moment.

“What, do you not know about my leg, Glory?” Sole gestures with the leg while talking, “Damn, I knew I forgot to tell someone. Well, you can still use it to beat up Tom. Here.” They continue to hold the leg to Glory.

Glory thinks for a moment, still trying to take in what had happened. Then she nods. “Ah, fuck it, gimme the leg.” She takes the leg from Sole and turns with a vicious look towards Tom. “I’ll show you just how safe you are-”

Deacon learned a lesson that night. Don’t give a prosthetic limb to Glory when she’s angry. Also, don’t wake Desdemona up in the middle of the night. Both things produce terrible, terrible consequences.

Nick Valentine-

It ended up being a late night in the office and Nick said he’d make up for it by buying drinks for Ellie and Sole. The trio went to the Dugout inn, preceding to the bar.

“Hello, Detectives! What will I be getting for you?” Vadim greeted them in the same, loud way he always did. Nick began to fish the money out of his trench coat pocket.

“Hi, Vadim. It’s gonna be a round for these two. My treat.” Nick pulled out his caps, sliding them across the bar to Vadim.

“Oh, I see…cruising, huh, Valentine?” Vadim graciously took the money, chuckling to himself.

“Excuse me?” What is that supposed to mean? Nick sure didn’t know, but based on the way they scoffed- Sole did. Ellie started giggling as well.

“Oh, come on, Nick…I always knew you were a smooth operator. But shouldn’t you be keeping it professional with these two?” Vadim laughed, turning to grab their beers. Nick thinks he was starting to understand.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Bobrov.” Nick’s internal fans were working in overdrive to keep him cool, and Ellie kept laughing at his sake.

“Oh-hoh, that’s how it is! Well, good luck in your-” Vadim hoots, turning to put the beers on the counter. His remark is cut off by Sole.

“Alright, that’s enough of that.” Sole suddenly tears their right arm off, whacking Vadim on the back of the head.

Wait. They what.

Ellie squeals, jumping and standing back from the now armless Sole. It takes her and Nick one more second to register the straps and cords coming out of the detached arm.

“You have a fake arm??” Ellie declares, more in relief than anything else.

“You didn’t know?” Sole seems surprised just the same as they were.

“How would we have found out?” Nick defends, staring at them in confusion. He still wasn’t quite sure what had happened,

“That’s one way to shut him up.” Yedim chimes up, interrupting their bickering, and making Vadim laugh.

“Yes, yes, sorry for teasing you guys! Enjoy your drinks!” Vadim apologizes and pushing the beers over to the three. Sole puts their arm back on, and they and Ellie grab the drinks.

“Thank you, Vadim. And sorry about the arm.” Sole apologizes, and they walk to find their seats.

“Well, kid, good to know you’re armed at all times.” Nick quips, watching the anguish wash over Sole and Ellie’s faces.

“Oh god- was that a pun? I thought you were better than that, Nick.” Sole cringes and Nick grins victoriously.

“Okay, now you have to tell us what happened…” Ellie nudges Sole, ignoring Nick’s dad jokes.

“Fine, I lost it when…”

Paladin Danse-

“No wayyy!” Haylen shoves sole on the shoulder with her bottle hand, nudging them gently as they put their hands up in defense.

“I swear! I was out of the vault for like, less than an hour and already killing deathclaws!” Sole tries to convince their crowd, shrugging with their beer.

Sole and few other brotherhood members were drinking together on the lower levels of the prydwen, something Danse was completely unaccustomed to. He wasn’t one to do anything out of protocol and wasn’t interested in activities that could lead to said behavior. But Sole, the ever-inviting harpy they could be, convinced him the initiates would benefit from seeing a Paladin more relaxed. “Show them you’re a person like the rest of us,” they said. Sure.

“That would explain your pre-existing combat prowess, charging into that ghoul onslaught when we met.” Danse joins the conversation, taking a sip of his Gwinnett Ale. Everyone looks to him quickly, surprise in the initiate’s eyes. True, he hasn’t spoken at all yet, but they don’t need to treat it like a big deal. Danse tucked his head down a bit.

“Would you call that ‘prowess’ or ‘reckless abandon’?” Rhys, charming as always, chimes up before Sole could accept the compliment. He was always thorny towards newcomers, but he seemed especially so to this pre-war Vault dweller. Danse has handled in-team conflicts before, but when they involved Rhys, it was always more complicated.

“I would call it bravery.” Haylen says, glaring a moment at Rhys and then smiling back at Sole. She was always the compassionate one.

“What’s so brave about almost killing yourself?” Rhys continues to bicker, waving his beer in the air.

“Killing myself? I think I was doing most of the killing there!” Sole teases, always loving to mess with Rhys. Danse wishes they wouldn’t.

“Oh really? I think you ought to remember your place here.” Rhys frowned.

“Should I? Who got the instant promotion? Who’s working directly with the Elder to defeat the institute?” Sole continues to poke his buttons, making the initiates watching “ooh”.

“That’s it-” Rhys gets to his feet, and then does Sole.

“Wait a minute, Soldiers,” Danse quickly hops to his feet to stop the fight, but is interrupted by Sole swiftly yanking their arm off and wielding it like a weapon.

Haylen doesn’t hesitate to scream at the sight, and even Rhys seems spooked.

“What?? Y’all didn’t know I have a fake arm?” Sole reacts with just as much surprise, waving the arm around like it was nothing.

“We had no idea, Soldier, I-I-” Danse awkwardly stares.

“Well, I can tell you how I lost it if Rhys will just shut his mouth.” Sole glares and Rhys does the same.

“Settle down you two.” Danse crosses his arms and gets them to back down, going back to their seated positions. “So, tell us about the arm.”

“Okay, so way back before the war….”

X6-88-

X6 would probably walk in on Sole knocking one of the institute directors on the head with their prosthetic arm and instantly become over-interested. He’d start inquiring about the technical abilities of their prosthetic, what weapons it was equipped with, how it could be improved.

“It doesn’t really have any abilities, other than functioning as an arm,” Sole sheepishly responded to the questions, embarrassed by the sudden attention.

“That doesn’t do at all, Sir/M’am. You should see the Robotics branch to get an upgrade. The face of the Institute deserves the best limb enhancers.” And so, through X6’s urging, Sole would end up with a wicked arm. Robotics would hook them up with like…inspector gadget style tricks all in the prosthetic. They’d honestly look part synth, which shortly became Sole’s new favorite thing to trick wastelanders into thinking. Thanks, X6!

#fallout reacts #fallout #fallout 4 #fo4 reacts #fallout 4 reacts #Paladin Danse #x6-88 #Deacon #Nick valentine #fo4 paladin danse #fo4 deacon #fo4 nick valentine

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lu-undy · 4 years

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Request: Lucien tries to make mundy jealous, mundy tried to make Lucien jealous as a response, Ludwig/medic is somehow caught in the middle of this. Ludwig/medic did not sign up for this and Is very done.

Here we go for a bit of jealousy on both parts ;) ! I hope you’ll enjoy!

"Bonjour, two coffees please, a long one and an espresso. Thank you, Mademoiselle."

Spy was at the counter, ordering from the waitress. Sniper looked at him from the table. The waitress was giggling and blushing, covering her mouth with her hand. What the hell was Spy telling her…? Oh and now she was showing him something, a piece of paper? And now she was scribbling on it?

The Frenchman sat down, a smile still lingering on his lips. That irresistible grin somehow stung the Aussie, in his chest. It was a delicious sight, the Frenchman's pearly white teeth flashing between his thin lips… But it hurt too! Knowing that the Aussie wasn't the source of that small burst of happiness, of the pink on Spy's cheeks. It made his eyebrows ever so slightly twitch.

"Got the coffees?"

Spy sat opposite his colleague.

"Oui, they shall arrive shortly." He answered, his eyes never leaving the young waitress in her short skirt and work apron.

"So, uh," Sniper tried to interrupt his staring. "Got any plans for today?"

"Apart from sharing my breakfast with you, Bushman? Non, not really."

The waitress came to their table.

"Who's the long coffee?"

"My friend here." Spy answered.

"So you're the espresso, right?"

"Exactement." The Frenchman answered with one those trademarked smiles of his, those that made the clocks stop around Sniper.

[Exactly.]

Spy carded his hair back with a nonchalant hand, brushing through his salt and pepper silky locks. Something burnt inside Sniper and the waitress left them. Silence fell at the table and Spy was smiling to himself still. Sniper couldn't help but stare at him. He shouldn't because the longer he kept his eyes on him, the more painful it was.

Spy finally broke the silence.

"Actually, I might do something today." He said, his irises following the young woman. "It depends, it might be a bit foolish of me."

Sniper downed his bitter coffee.

"Roight, I'll be in the van." He left the table, fuming with - he would never admit it - jealousy.

When he slipped in the van, he slammed its door shut and crossed his arms on his chest. His breath was fast and angry, dry and hot. He had never thought about it but now it sounded and looked obvious. If Spy always accepted his invitations to go to town, maybe it was just to get some fresh air. Maybe he just saw him as a convenient chauffeur, and a quite entertaining one at that! Sniper had always tried to make his small talk as interesting as he could… Bah, he had never been the chatty type, even though he thought his friendship with Spy was helping him on that front. Apparently not, or not enough.

About a minute later, Spy appeared in the van.

"I apologise if I put you late for something, Sniper."

"Nah, it's fine."

The van roared and off they went, on their way back to the base.

Sniper was cold and distant. He didn't try to initiate any conversations, and kept answering Spy with one-word sentences. The Frenchman sensed the uneasiness, the discomfort. He decided against pushing Sniper. Whatever caused him to fall silent and frown, biting his cheek, wasn't something the Aussie looked ready to discuss.

They spent the rest of their day each in their own world. Spy had stayed in the confines of his suite, while Sniper had hung out with the rest of his colleagues.

At the dinner table, only Spy was missing.

"You're not havin' dinner with fancypants tonight?" Scout asked Sniper as he sat down.

"Nah."

"You got into an argument?"

Sniper raised his eyes and their shine sliced the room.

“Finish yer fries, laddie.” Demo interrupted them before Sniper murdered his young colleague.

Dinner was spent normally for most mercenaries. Only Sniper was staring emptily at his plate, but Demo noticed it. So after dinner, he went to his Australian colleague, drinking some beer on his own.

“Hey, lad.”

“Hey.”

“What’s wrong? Wanna talk about it?”

Sniper looked left and right, making sure no one else would eavesdrop on them.

“It’s…”

“Is it Spy?”

Sniper nodded, his head still lowered.

“Go on, tell me.” Demo got closer to his friend and talked low.

“He’s… It’s me, I got funny ideas again but it was all in my head.” He sighed.

“Oh, I’m sorry for you. You’re a good man, he’ll regret it.” Demo took a swig of his scrumpy.

“Don’t think so.”

“Why?”

“He uh… He met someone today and uh… I don’t want to sound weird but…”

“You can tell me, mate,” Demo said. “I’m just here to listen, not to judge.”

“Yeah, well. She’s young and a sheila at that. He didn’t stop staring at her, smilin’ like a bloody idiot. I saw him take his car and drive off a bit before dinner and uh…”

“You think he went to have dinner or something with her?”

Sniper turned to face the window. He could almost see it before his eyes. Spy and that young woman, on a table for two, a candle in the middle, his eyes shining and half-lidded, drowning in her eyes…

“Ugh!” He shook his head and his shoulders, a shiver slithered up his spine.

“Sniper, look. I’m uh, yeah, I’m sorry for you. You liked him a lot, eh?”

The Australian smiled.

“Understatement of the century, yeah. He uh… He'd do nothing and I'd feel so good just looking at him. And when he looks back, Gosh… It's like gettin' punched but by his eyes."

"Woah, didn't know you liked him that much." Demo put a hand on Sniper's shoulder and patted him on the back. "Sorry it didn't go the way you want, lad…"

"You know what hurts the most? It's knowing that now, I can't see him the same. It's like… If I were to see him now, I'd feel the butterflies again and it's like he didn't hurt me at all. I'd uh… Bah, forget it." Sniper removed his glasses and rubbed his eyes.

Demo was out of words, so he just wrapped an arm around his shoulders and tapped his shoulder.

Unbeknownst to them, Spy entered the living-room and all his eyes saw was Demoman comforting his friend. Now Sniper was lowering his head and Demo hugged him.

Spy's lips parted in surprise and his very bones froze, stinging everywhere. When his cigarette hit the floor, he was already back in his suite.

Sniper's head jerked up.

"What?" Demo asked.

"Don't you smell it?"

"Smell what?"

Sniper sniffed the air left and right. He let the scent guide his feet until he arrived at its source.

"What the… Where?"

He looked down and Demo saw him pick something up from the floor.

"What is it, lad?"

Sniper turned to his friend holding a cigarette that had hardly been consumed.

"Bugger…"

"What's the matter lad?"

"Don't you understand?!" Sniper almost shouted.

"No, I don't." Demo frowned.

"Look!" Sniper brandished the cigarette.

"It's a cigarette."

"Yeah! But look at it! It's barely been smoked and have you ever seen Spy ever drop one?"

Demo's eye went left and right, rummaging through his memory.

"No…?"

"He was there a minute ago and left too quickly. Something's wrong, he'd never waste one of his cigs." Sniper puffed on it and his shoulders sank and relaxed. "Gosh it's really one of his…" He melted.

"Sniper, look-"

"I gotta see what's wrong with him." Sniper turned on his heels, ignoring his friend and headed for the Frenchman's room.

"No, wait!" Demo stood in front of him and blocked his way. "What's the matter with ya? One minute you're sad cause he left you and the next you wanna throw yerself into his arms?!"

"Nah," Sniper looked down at Demo's eye. "I never stopped wanting to throw myself in his arms. That's my problem." And he pushed his colleague out of the way gently to knock on the Frenchman's door.

"Go to hell!" Was the answer he received.

"Spook…" Spy's ears pricked up. He hadn't expected Sniper to come and visit him, not after what he saw. "It's me."

"Did I stutter? Or perhaps you did not understand it in English?"

Spy sounded furious, even through the wooden door with the knife symbol on it. How did Sniper dare show his face to him after he clearly had misled the Frenchman for weeks? Spy had always taken the time for him - no, actually, he had always made the time for him. He had accepted all the invitations that Sniper made to take him to town, have a drink, or something to eat. Hell, Spy even never dared suggest anything on his own, because he wanted the shy, antisocial and introverted Aussie to feel at ease with him, to take things at his pace.

And all these efforts amounted to what? Sniper hugging Demoman. Demoman of all people! Putain de merde! Was it not clear enough through their banter, through the nights spent under the stars in the cold, just to watch the stars with him? Ha! Talking about that, Sniper never realised that when he was busy unravelling the mysteries of the universe to Spy, the Frenchman was absorbed in the stars, but not those in the sky. He didn't raise his head that far up to see them, non, he only had to look in the depth of the Aussie's pupils, in his kind, lagoon irises. That was where the stars were, that was where they came from, the sparks that made Spy's body fizz up everywhere…

All that happened in the best and the worst of secrets, right under the Aussie's nose but never clearly enough for him to see it.

"Spook, please." Sniper knocked again and Spy sighed. He pushed himself to stand and went to the door that he opened in a flash.

"What do you want?"

"A-are you alright?" Sniper asked. "I found one of your cigs on the floor. It was barely lit and uh, I know you wouldn't waste them…"

Spy raised an annoyed eyebrow.

"... They're bloody expensive, eh?"

Spy sighed and let Sniper in.

"So, uh, what's the problem…?" Sniper asked while Spy crossed the room to sit back on his sofa. He lit a cigarette and stared emptily in front of him.

Silence fell. Spy was furiously jealous of that embrace Sniper shared with Demoman. It made his heart shatter like glass, the shards of which he was now too old to pick up. He blew the smoke of his cigarette.

"Are you going to stand awkwardly there?" He said. "If so, then you don't have anything to say to me, thus making your presence absolutely unnecessary. You know where the door is."

Spy's voice was cold and scathing. Sniper took a deep breath as if to gather the strength from the air he pumped in his lungs, and he went to sit on the sofa too.

"I don't have anything to say to you, I'm just here cause I know something's not right with you." Sniper answered and Spy felt the hint of some vexation in the Aussie's voice. "But if you're gonna be a mongrel about it, alright, I'll tell you what I think is wrong with you…"

Spy raised a curious eyebrow and interrupted him.

"Pardon? Something is wrong with me?" He asked, with a hand to his chest. "Non, Bushman, I think I have been perfectly honest and clear. For once, I did not mess anything up by lying or anything of the sort!"

Sniper nodded with an almost cruel smile.

"Oh so she stood you up? It wasn't just that she didn't like you back?"

Spy frowned.

"Pardon?" His native tongue came to him faster than English and he was too irritated to correct himself. "What are you talking about?"

"That sheila you went to have dinner with! The one who gave you her number this mornin' at the café, cause that's what she wrote on that paper she gave you, wasn't it?!" Sniper was now angry.

"Bushman, what on Earth have you invented?!"

"Invented? Me?" Sniper repeated, rage boiling inside him. "I saw it with my own eyes, you wanker! She gave you her number and next thing I know, you don't come out for lunch and drive off right before dinner!"

"So you conclude I went to have dinner with that woman?" Spy asked.

"Yeah, well, is there anythin' else I should get? Oh, yeah, actually, there is! You come back to the base so pissed off that you shout at me when I knock on yer door and you throw away one of your cigs! So yeah, I think she didn't wanna get a second date at the very least!"

Spy sighed and facepalmed. His hand sank down his face.

"Oh so you imagine I spend my time with someone I've hardly met while you -" Spy pointed an accusative index finger on Sniper. "You fall into Demoman's arms like that!" Spy snapped his fingers.

Sniper's eyes opened as wide as planets and his pupils shrank to a dot.

"But let us dwell on something else first, shall we?" Spy continued. "Why on Earth would you care if I saw that woman again?"

Sniper's lips parted but no sound came out. Yes he did care very much and it had ripped him apart on the inside when he had seen Spy exchange smiles and sweet gazes with that sheila… But wait, Sniper frowned as he found a come back to that.

"Wait, hold on, you saw Demo with me?"

"Anyone could have! You were in the middle of the living-room! And to think that I thought you shy and prude, you hide your true nature very well, I would be scared for my own position if not for one reason."

"What?"

"What you think I spent my day doing just shows how incompetent a spy you would be." Spy explained, his voice calming down.

"I'm not scared to lose my job. You're shit at aimin'." Sniper answered, just to have the last word.

Silence fell.

"You are an imbécile." Spy looked at the emptiness in front of him.

"And you're an idiot." Sniper tilted his head that he held low.

"The waitress this morning, she didn't give me her phone number, and I didn't drive to her before dinner."

Sniper turned his head to Spy.

"She complimented my looks and pointed out the fact that I looked like a certain actor, her favourite, she mistook me for him. She showed me a picture of him and I could see the resemblance but I explained she was making a mistake. I then asked her to write down his name, which she did. That is what she scribbled on this piece of paper." Spy retrieved it from his pocket and tossed it on the sofa. Sniper didn't need to look at it. Something in Spy's voice convinced him that he was telling the truth. "But what about you? And Demoman? Why would you invite me for drinks or to just stroll in the city if Demoman is close to you?"

"I… I was pissed off because I really thought that sheila just got you with a snap of her fingers. I was ventin' to him, I was telling him how - argh, anyway, I just talked to Demo and he was sorry for me. He just gave me a pat on the back, is all."

Spy raised an eyebrow staring in his eyes.

"I swear, it was just that, nothin' more." Sniper insisted and Spy's eyes went to the floor. He was convinced. "But where did you fly off to before dinner then?"

"I went to town to get this." Spy stood up and went to the TV, next to it was a video cassette. He came back to the sofa and handed it to Sniper.

"What's that?"

"A video cassette. It's one of the movies with the man who looks like me. I had hoped that you would accept watching it with me tonight. I was on my way to ask you and expected to spend the evening by your side, laughing at how you would mock him, or me, for our resemblance. I do admit it is one of those romantic movies that would make me gag otherwise. But…"

"But what?" Sniper flipped the cassette and observed it in his hand before raising his eyes to Spy.

"But since a few weeks, even the atrociously cheesy songs on the radio make sense. Their lyrics get to me the way they do each time it happens."

"Each time what happens?" Sniper asked.

"Each time I fall in love."

The air stilled in the room.

"And since we are being truthful," Spy started and closed his eyes to push the end of the sentence out of himself. "The surprise of seeing Demoman's arms around you made me drop my cigarette. But that is not what made me spin on my heels and go back to my room."

"What then?" Sniper asked.

"Can't you guess?"

"N-no, I don't know…"

"I presume it is the same thing that made you leave the café hurriedly this morning." Spy said and Sniper understood.

"Y-you were jealous?" The Aussie asked, not believing that the word was exiting his own lips.

"As much as you were when you thought I was having dinner with that young woman."

"Gosh…"

Spy crushed his cigarette butt in the ashtray on the coffee table in front of him.

"Now you know everything of my whereabouts for today. You may leave if you so wish."

Sniper looked at the cassette in his hand.

"Spook?"

"Oui?"

"When you said you fell in love… was it…?"

"With you? Oui." Spy answered calmly. "But I can understand if the feeling is far from mutual. After all, you have seen me without my mask and thus guessed that my age isn't quite yours."

"Pfff…"

"I know. It pains me to think that I used to be able to seduce anyone I wanted back when my hair was black. Now, I cannot even look you in the eye for too long."

"Neither can I." Sniper added.

"You find me that repulsive then? Fine. I shall not bother you and take of your precious time any longer." Spy got up and went to the door.

Sniper stood up and followed him.

"I wish you a good night, Sniper."

When Spy's eyes rose to Sniper, they were filled with heartbreak and grief. There was a form of defeat too. If Spy had always been a womanizer and a formidable love partner, his age now made him just powerless. He just had to accept that he wasn't attractive or charming anymore. He opened the door for Sniper.

"Right, I'll keep the cassette." The Aussie said.

"Why?" Spy asked, confused.

"I don't want you to watch it with anyone else."

Spy's eyes shone brighter and Sniper smiled. He pushed the door to shut it again, staying in Spy's room.

"I wanna watch this bloke who looks like you with you. But uh, I'm not a big fan of movies… I just prefer the real thing."

Spy bit his lip to contain his excitement as Sniper's grin widened.

"What if we still watch it tonight?" Spy asked, almost too innocently for himself.

"Yeah, I'd like that."

Spy felt like he lost ten years. He took the cassette off Sniper's hand and put it on. When he sat on the sofa, Sniper was next to him, wrapping an arm around his shoulders. Spy felt warm and fuzzy on the inside. The movie started and he glued his eyes to the screen. Sniper, however, had his eyes on Spy.

"Hey, Spook?"

"Hm?" Spy raised his light blue eyes to him.

"I love you too."

Spy gasped and covered his mouth with his hand. He was paralysed and stayed in that position for a few seconds, just to digest the words. It didn't fail to make Sniper a bit uncomfortable.

"R-right, so, uh, the bloke, in the movie, uh… oh…"

Spy leaned on Sniper's shoulder. He went to find his hand and held it, sliding his own fingers between the Aussie and clenching. Sniper clenched back.

"I am in love as if I was twenty again." Spy said.

"Shame." Sniper answered and Spy raised his head. "I like'em old."

"Rude, but appreciated."

Sniper rested his head on top of Spy's and their eyes finally went to the screen.

"Hold on, that bloke, he doesn't look like you at all, in fact, he kinda looks like-"

"You, oui."

"What the hell?!"

Spy's chuckles against Sniper's chest had all kinds of effects on the Aussie.

"I agree with you, Bushman. I am not a big fan of movies, I just prefer the real thing."

"You liar…" Sniper tightened his hug on his lover and Spy moaned.

"Only when it gets me where I want, in your arms."

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