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doubt comes in | bg3 companions

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synopsis: You knew exactly what would welcome you back to camp. The alluring smell of Gale's cooking, the awful noises of Lae'zel working on a sword that don't need to be sharpened, Wyll practicing his dance moves. You clearly weren't expecting to see yourself. Or to be forced into fighting the companions you swore to never harm in order to prove Orin was playing with their minds. [3.4K]

warnings: orin being orin. well, you, actually. "prove who's the real you" trope. i mean imagine the level of anxiety that scenario induces because you want me to act like me? kitten, mommy don't fucking know who she is. bg3 level of violence. a lot of blood. body horror should be a tag? tav suffers slashing damage, but orin suffers psychic damage. angst. happy ending. shadowheart x tav x halsin. companions (lae'zel, astarion, gale, wyll, karlach, jaheira, minsc). camp followers (yenna, scratch, grub). background (orin, gortash, mizora, shar, cazador, silvanus).

Reaching Baldur's Gate didn't made life easier, but Gods did it helped. Danger is near, sometimes closer than a kiss, but this city is still your home. They can try, but no one can take that away from any of you.

Mizora can bargain and dissemble, but no lie coming from her burning lips will ever change the fact Wyll would do anything for this city. He had his first kiss in one of those bars. Gortash is a threat, but did he started counting his days? Karlach is coming for him, and he had it coming. She can still remember the vinegar taste on her mouth after her first spree.

Shar had her time to mess with Shadowheart's memories, to turn goodness into fear and desires into guilty. Shadowheart is learning how to swin. Long ago, before Cazador could even think of looking at him, Astarion walked on those streets. Cazador can see him as a walking corpse if he so desire, something that fell into decay, but Astarion is alive and free forever and evermore.

The world is a freaking mess, but so be it. That won't stop you from living. That won't stop any of you.

"Soldier! Over here," Karlach called for you, up on The Blushing Mermaid's balcony. You dodged the drunkards and ran upstairs to their table. They saved a seat for you. They always do. "What took you so long?"

They're always teasing you for being so controlling with their gold. That was an act of survival, to save for what matters, but now that you reached the city... You're still controlling it, Silvanus knows Astarion would waste it all without noticing, but you can allow your party some luxury from time to time.

You put the bags under the table, careful to not let them see what was inside them. "Just lost track of time," you sat between her and Minsc. "Did I miss much?"

You turned around, looking for a waiter, but a glass was dragged from across the table towards you. Halsin, sitting across from you at the round table, had already ordered your favorite drink. He always knows what you want even before you say it.

Your smile was subtle, the glass already rising to hide your mouth. You didn't use words to thank him, but your foot met his under the table. You dragged it along his leg, a hidden affection. A secret between you two.

"Oh, yes, Boo. Minsc agrees, her smile really seens different," Minsc whispered. Boo moved on his shoulder, sniffing around. "What are you hiding, my gentle friend?"

Perfume of night orchids, clothes fit for a vampire or whatever Astarion means by that, a recently released tome of evocation, instruments to improve weapons, a music box for a dancing hero, owlbear cub plush, new whittling knifes, a book about adventures Jaheira wasn't part of but is still somehow the main character, and stone sculpture of a certain miniature giant space hamster. "Nothing," you answered.

Halsin chuckled. "There is nothing you can't do, my heart. Except by lying, I must add."

"I just bought a few presents," it sounded almost defensive. Alright, maybe you really were a bit too controlling of the gold. Just a bit. "I'll give them after dinner."

Karlach chocked on her beer. "Are you feeling well, soldier? Have anyone forced you to waste your precious gold?"

"There is a hero coming through to help you, my friend," Minsc hit the table with closed fists. Your drink almost fell on your lap. "Tell Minsc who forced you and his boot shall find your wrongdoer!"

Karlach and Minsc tried to see what were in the bags during the walk back to camp, and you protected them with your life. They started a game of guessing what you had bought, never realizing you weren't participating on it.

Halsin took the bags from you, and with his free hand caressed yours. He kissed your knuckles, then your forehead. You melted against his touch. "Is it duck related?"

You chuckled, eyes still closed. "Fuck off, Bear."

Finally at camp, Halsin followed you to your tent .You saw when Wyll walking out of his tent, hair dripping wet, and smiled at him. Karlach and Minsc sat by the bonfire, still arguing about the possibility of receiving an ax as a gift.

You told Halsin to close his eyes so you could hide everything. "Alright, done."

You walked towards the bonfire, but Halsin grabbed your hand and pulled you closer. You linked your arms around his neck, ready to stand on tiptoe. "It's on your black chest, isn't it?"

You sighed, walking away from him. He tried to stop you, but you dodged Halsin easily. "Of course not," you lied. And he could tell.

You used a branch to stir the fire. You had the feeling it would be a cold night. Yenna was near it, stroking Grub's fur, and smiled at you. So young, so innocent. So unfair.

Lae'zel and Jaheira carried pans with food to the large table Gale conjured, and nodded on your direction. "Fifteen minutes, cub," said Jaheira. "Weren't you on watch?"

You denied with a movement of your head. Jaheira isn't the one to get confused with watches, neither are you. After all, you both organized all shifts.

"Are you hungry?" You stroke Yenna's hair, ignoring Grub in order to not scare him away. Kneeled in front of her, you threw the branch far away. Scratch ran to catch it. "I have strawberry and hon..."

"What the fuck is that?!"

You turned to Karlach, your sword suddenly so heavy on your side. She looked perfectly fine. Following her gaze, you understood it.

Shadowheart had her spear on hands, back from first watch to supper. And besides her, with a hand on the half-elf's waist, stood you.

One thing you can't deny Orin: that bitch is creative. You admit, it was smart. Half of the party left with you, half stayed at camp. It was only a matter of chosing the right moment to appear, making sure to say only the right words, and everything would work on her favor.

Smart, until she wasn't anymore. Because instead of aiming your companions quietly without raising doubts, you are back now. She is surrounded by the enemy. Cornered by her own actions.

You smiled to Yenna, her scared eyes shone upon you. "I need you to close your eyes. Can you do that for me?" As she put her tiny hands in front of her face, you raised from the floor. The smile was still there. "Orin."

She was behind you, but you knew Karlach made Nyrulna find a way to her hands. He's not on your vision field, but you promise Silvanus you'll kill yourself right then and there if Minsc and Boo aren't ready to fight and die beside you. The golden light on your periphery in theory could be from anything, but you knew it was Halsin waiting for your command to transform and attack.

The things you couldn't see didn't surprised you. Quite the opposite.

Jaheira's eyes shone, and without hesitation she turned into a fire myrmidion. Wyll, before careless, casted an armor on himself. Lae'zel had her sword on her back, but her movements showed she was nothing but ready.

They were looking at you.

As easy as that you understood. You're always thinking on the great scheme of things, careful about every movement and choice so at the end nothing will stop you from defeating the Absolute, but this isn't a game of Go. Orin didn't proposed a bet, one where all moves matter and any choice could change the final outcome. No. This is as simple as tic-tac-toe. The results depends only on doing the right first movement.

Orin isn't surrounded here.

You are.

Shadowheart hesitated, the spear uncomfortable on her hands, her skin paler. She gazed at you, at that thing, and you could almost see the doubt replacing the new found glow in her eyes.

"You finally decided to show up again," Orin said. She could immitate your voice perfectly. Even the words were something that could've been said by you. "Now we don't need to hunt you down."

You kept on staring at Shadowheart, ignoring her stained words. "Lua, you know who I truly am." You drew your sword, the golden glow illuminating your face within the light of the setting sun. "Fight beside me, my love. Like you have always done."

"Don't fall for her theatrics," replied Orin. If you didn't knew better, even you would fall for her tricks. "She is playing with your mind. Trying to control it like many attempt to before. Don't allow it."

In a quick motion, her spear cut through Orin's torso. Orin, you, stumbled back. You stood in front of Shadowheart, protecting her with your body from the changeling's response.

All Orin did was to add pressure to the cut. "Get away from her!" A necrotic energy came from her fingers, the same you are so used to control. You shouldn't have left your shield on your tent. "My love, she'll only hurt you."

Jaheira aimed at you, lava dripping from her transformed hand, but didn't attack because of how close Shadowheart was of you. Karlach got further away, now with a better view of camp. Minsc had his sword in hands, just as Wyll had a cloud of darkness aiming at him. Lae'zel was in front of Orin, eyes filled with determination.

They moved faster than you wanted to. The board getting new possibilities, and you worst problems to deal with. What strategy can overpower hers?

"On sight, soldier," Karlach screamed from distance. You could picture the spear on her hands, ready to be throw right in Orin's eyes. "One word."

"Ckh. Enough," ordered Lae'zel. "Pull yourself together before I pull you apart."

"That changeling is playing tricks with your mind, Lae'zel," said Shadowheart. Light came from her fingers. "Don't let her fool you."

"I know my leader," was her response. "You should know too, cleric."

"Can't any of you see her true goal?" Your voice echoed through the camp. "She isn't just trying to end me. She could've done this before, we all now she had chances. Orin wants you to fight one another, to break our bonds and divide us. Stay still, stay alert, and she won't have a choice but to end her disguise and attack with her own claws. Patience: that's the only thing she does not have."

With the noise, Gale and Astarion came out of the kitchen. "Who is..." Astarion didn't even had time to finish.

"It's me," you yelled. You had even forgot about them. Just more players for a game that should be won alone. "For Silvanus, I even said goodbye to each and every of you befo..."

You swear you saw a smirk on your duel's face. She fooled you too. "You fucking bitch."

You barely had closed your mouth when red strings of energy passed right beside you. Shadowheart's illuminated fingers were surrounded by darkness now. Gale's work, you knew.

"She is right," Lae'zel's words made you breath easier. It was more than just a smart move, it was a great plan, but Orin won't suceed for a very simple reason: her main goal is to hurt, and yours is to prevent it. Lae'zel stepped closer, her longsword in hands and eyes on Orin. "The wizard shouldn't have aimed at the Shadowheart, neither was she supposed to fight."

A sign of trust coming from her of all people could convince them all. Lae'zel cares, deeply, and wouldn't do something without being sure of it. You glared at the others, hoping Lae'zel's words had calmed them down. And it did. Their eyes were softer towards you. But those weren't the eyes you should've been watching closely.

You didn't saw when she moved. Didn't noticed the smell of danger floating on the air so near you. Didn't heard anything that would've warned you to defend yourself.

But you felt as Lae'zel rip your chest apart.

So much blood. You never would've guessed a mortal vessel could carry so much blood. It stained the silver, dripping from the longsword, splashed her face. It ran down your body, penetrated the ground and its roots, fed the plants..

Red. It was all you could see. All you could think about. Your lungs only had space for it. They burned. Your trembling hands moved towards your ripped belly, your insides staining them, and held the sword. It cut your palms.

"Bloodlust won't solve our problems," someone said. You knew that voice. Was it yours? Lae'zel forced the sword down, then pulled it out of you. "The changeling's is all we need to spill."

You were on your knees. Did you fell? Were you kicked? Are you praying? You must be. You probably were. Who do you pray to? Have you ever prayed before?

Kneeled beside you, a woman talked to you. Her mouth moved, a red liquid dripping from her face and hands. Her touch was warm. She felt like home. Shadowheart. Her eyes reflected a golden light, but they dissapeared so quickly.

"Let me go!" She tried to fight Lae'zel's hold, but the warrior was stronger. "She'll die because of you. She'll die and I will never ever forgive you for that, you damned gith!" The screams turned into cries. "She saved me, let me save her!"

"It's me," the doppelgander said. She held Shadowheart by the cheeks, trying to get her to calm down. "Lua, love, it's me. Just me."

"Get out of me," Shadowheart spat on her face. Lae'zel pushed her away, trying to prevent Shadowheart from doing something she would regret. "Why no one here listen to me?!"

"Stop squirming," Lae'zel hissed. "Look into her eyes. Look and tell me you don't see our leader."

Shadowheart eventually stopped fighting, her body exausted from crying. The changeling was in front of her, you were in front of her. She smelled like you. Talked like you. Felt like you.

"Is that really you?"

"Of course it's me," lied Orin. "Please, look into my eyes. We were together all day. You know I haven't left camp. Please, please, trust me."

Spikes grew, surrounding Orin. She hissed, the ivy twining around her legs and tearing the skin open. Halsin were throw to the ground before he could end the healing spell.

"Halsin!" Shadowheart screamed. She almost escaped Lae'zel's hold. "No!"

"She was with us all day, Halsin," Wyll said as he paralised the druid. "We know it's her. Don't fight back."

That didn't stop Karlach from throwing her spear near the Blade's feet. "You fucking idiot!"

Mizora clapped, enjoying the show.

Jaheira burned Mizora before losing her wild shape. She will come back, she always does, but that never stops Jaheira. At least they will have some moments of respect.

She wandered towards Minsc. He kneeled on the floor, and for a moment she feared something happened to him when she wasn't paying attention.

"She told me not open my eyes," cried Yenna. "I can't open they yet. She told me not to."

"Have you ever seen my miniature giant space hamster?" Yenna didn't react to him. "No, Boo, she nee..."

Jaheira kneeled beside him, her hand resting on his shoulder. "You did well, cub," she forced herself to laugh. "You were so brave. Let's get you and your red cat something to eat, alright?"

A dry sound reached their ears, stopping every and each one of them. You fell to the ground, as firm as an empty sack, whimpers leaving your mouth as you slipped into unconsciousness.

No fighting. No yelling. A quiet end. A peaceful one.

So easy.

Astarion grabbed Gale's shoulders, whispering so the others wouldn't notice. "It smells like her," Astarion swallowed hard. "I know it."

"Are you really sure of that?" Gale watched you, saw all your blood spreading through the ground, and looked into his eyes again. "Because if you're not, if your guess is wrong, then it will be our guts on the ground. Do you really trust your nose that much?"

Astarion gave him a smirk, but Gale could see the fear he was trying to hide. "Will you cover me, darling?"

"What's your plan?"

"Please. If you think I have one, then you don't know me at all."

As the spike dissapeared, Orin held Shadowheart's face again. "Think of everything we faced together. The nautiloid, the grove, the shadows. Wasn't I beside you all this time? Have I ever turned my back on you?"

"No." That Shadowheart knew the answer. "Never."

She looked up to the moon, praying for assistance. When her eyes fell down, she saw the body on the floor. And what surrounded it.

Scratch sad down beside you. He nudged your shoulder with his nose, waiting for you to stop with that game. He didn't like it. It wasn't fun like the others. But as he moved your body, she saw something reflecting the sunset. A flask. Concentrating, Shadowheart saw the contour of something. Of Astarion's body.

Gale had blue rays of light coming out of his eyes.

"Exactly, my love," her cheeks were pinched. The long nails digged on them for so long. "I've never turned on you. Not when you tried to kill Lae'zel. Not when you lied to me again and again. Or when you showed us how low you would go for your goddess. Remember the fear on the Nightsong's eyes? Remember how I pretended not to know all you would do to her if I wasn't there? A cleric who doesn't know where to lay her faith, a torturer so easily deceived, a coward unable to make the right decisions. That's why you never turned on me, right? Because I make the decisions you can't. I carry all the guilty for you. Because it's easier when I control everything. Don't you like it? That you don't need to use your brain when I am around? Wouldn't you give your memories to me if I asked? I know you would. I know you will."

Your head fell. The bone cracking, the skin stretching. They could hear as it moved, as it turned into something else. The shoulders falling, elbows breaking in half, the spine bending until it touches the bloody ground. The last snap, deep and long.

And from a thin cloud of dust, Orin appeared.

"Look at it. Crawnling under my fe..."

Nyrulna wasn't near Wyll, deep on the ground, neither did it came back to Karlach's hands. With accurate aim, the trident pierced Orin's ribs. Her blood joined yours, and the pale body fell where yours once lay.

Taking your time, you walked towards her. Stepping on the changeling's stomach, you ripped the trident from her insides. "I will give you a glorious death," you growled. "I'll make Bhaal wish I was his chosen."

You kneeled beside her, pressing the trident against her neck, then lowered your face until her ear. "I'll make him regret ever settling for you," you whispered.

Her eyes shone. "How... you know," she could barely say anything. "My... sib..."

You squeezed her cheeks, shutting her up. Then you caressed it, getting her skin dirty with your blood. "I know shit about you," you replied. "But I can tell you would never be anyone's first choice."

Orin can believe she escaped, if it's that what she desires. That you were too slow to stop her from teleport to wherever she deemed safe. That you were all bark and no bite. The truth is that she was wrong about you from the start.

You like the hunting.

You dropped Nyrulna to the ground, and threw yourself into Shadowheart's arms. “She lies,” you whispered. "She deceives and hurts and maims. Nothing was true. You're nothing that she said."

Quietly, Shadowheart hugged you. She breathed in your scent, felt your touch, heard your voice. You, you, you. She cried against your body. You.

Looking at the rest of your party, you breathed in. "We need a code," you said. "If we ever get into this sort of situation again, we need to say..."

You bite your lips, trying to think of something. Something you wouldn't use in another situation. Something that would be unique, impossible to confuse the meaning.

"Gold," you chose. "Or the rest of us are allowed to go for the kill."

Lae'zel cleared her throat. "Fair enough."

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Roier's Interview (Eng Translation)

TN: The small font is for everytime they speak English.

Cucurucho: I have a few questions for you–

Roier: But I don't know English!

Missa: Alright. (To Roier) He says he has some questions for you. I can translate for you.

Roier: Oh, okay. He's going to be my translator. (With broken English) He- He- going to- to- 'traductation'.

Missa: Yeah, I will be the interpreter, okay? So ask anything to him and I will say it in Spanish.

Roier: Work harder, Alfonso!

*Missa hurting sounds*

Cucurucho: What is your biggest accomplishment on the island?

Roier: What did he say?

Missa: How big is your dick.

Roier: Fuck, well– soft, I think two. And hard, three. *Richas hits him* What is it? Why are you punching me?

Missa: He said he didn’t accomplish anything. He’s a loser in this game.

Roier: Hey, what does that mean, pendejo?! What did you say?

Missa: Eh– that you want to do bigger things but that you’re running into some–

Roier: And what does that have to do with the size of my penis?!

Missa: Ah. Right. Wait. (To Cucurucho) Can you repeat the question, please?

Cucurucho: What is your biggest accomplishment on the island?

Roier: My best companion?

Missa: Uh– yes.

Roier: My best companion… is… is, uh– me. My loneliness. *Cucurucho looks at Missa* Why is he looking at you like that?

Missa: Oh, sorry. (To Cucurucho) He just said that the best thing he’s done is himself.

Roier: I– what.

Missa: (laughs) He’s alone in this city.

Roier: Cucurucho, dude, you spoke Spanish before, what happened?

Missa: Wait, wait. *Hits Roier to shut him up* He just told me that the best thing he has accomplish is being alone but being like, uh, eh– is enough for him. You don’t need anyone.

Roier: Bro, I’m paying you money, why you don’t know how to speak English?

Missa: *Ignores him* He realized that he didn’t need anyone. The accomplishment that he have done is being happy with himself.

Roier: *High pitch voice* I don’t know what he said but he’s lying!

Missa: *Keeps struggling with English*

Roier: *Tries speaking English*Fernanfloo, I’m German. Hi I’m German. Vegetta777–

Cucurucho: Good.

Missa: (To Roier) He said dick. That’s how you say dick.

Cucurucho: What is your happiest memory on the island?

Missa: Says what’s your favorite memory card.

Roier: My favorite memory card? I had one for the PS2 to play the ‘Urugata’ *Crash Bandicoot sounds*– I liked that one a lot. I also had the Spyro one. *Looks at Missa* Said that. The Spyro and the ‘Urugata’.

Missa: The best memory of his is him being happy next to Bobby. But he’s dead.

Roier: WHAT?! Bobby?! What did you say?!

Missa: No, no, no. I said boobs. I said you liked boobs.

Roier: Oh, yes. *Looks at Cucurucho happily and nodding* Yes, yes.

Missa: So he treasures all those memories with himself, so he learned to be happy with himself, missing the old times but doesn’t want to be here again.

Cucurucho: Good.

Roier: What.

Missa: He said god. Like–

Roier: Ahhh, god, god. Like.

Missa: Game of Thrones.

Roier: Like how kids say ‘that’s so god’.

Missa: Yeah, that’s so god. Uh-huh.

Roier: Okay. So what?

Cucurucho: Have you ever felt like the protagonist of the story? If yes, when. If no, why?

Missa: He said if you ever felt like a dick– or– can you repeat?

*Cucurucho repeats himself*

Missa: Okay. He said if you ever felt like– *laughs*

Roier: The porn?

Missa: Yes. That if you ever had found– that if you have ever enter a bathroom while someone is shitting on the island.

Roier: Yes. Several times.

Missa: Several times. Okay, let me tell him. *Turns to Cucurucho* He’s been trying to be happy with himself so he’s being working on his own story. Uhm– at least he’s the protagonist of his own story, so–

Roier: Hey, I didn’t talk that long, bro!

Missa: He saw Cellbit in the bathroom.

*They get distracted by an admin flying around*

Cucurucho: If there’s something in your story that must stay, that is important, what is or what would it be?

*Missa asks to repeat the question*

Roier: What did he say, dude?

Missa: If you had a comic you liked so much that you wanted to keep.

Roier: Well, in Spain I saw a comic of Halo2 that I wanted to buy but at the end I didn’t, because I said, maybe I will buy it but never read it, y’know? Average dumbass moment where you buy something but never read it because you’re too lazy. So. I didn’t buy it, but I really did like it. That one of Halo2. In a store that Polispol took us to. That store was good.

Missa: That happens to me too. I will tell him. (To Cucurucho) Halo2.

Roier: Great.

Cucurucho: Good.

*Missa laughs*

Roier: Good. *Starts looking around* So what? Is this Coppel–

Missa: ‘Two’? ‘Two’ is two.

Roier: ‘Two’? You. No, ‘two’ is you, dude. ‘You’.

Missa: Halo2. Your halo.

Roier: You jerk off to– (TN: to jerk off, ‘jalar’, sounds like halo)

Missa: I wanna see your halo–

Roier: Cucurucho, what’s up?

Cucurucho: If you were to be recognized for something you did, what would it be? Would it be something good or bad?

Roier: Badboyhalo?

Missa: Yes. He said if you were recognized on the street, would like to be mistaken for Badboyhalo?

Roier: Fuck no. Said that to him.

Missa: He says that–

Roier: Say ‘Nelson’ (TN: a really slangy way to say ‘no’ in Mexico and the internet)

*Missa.exe not working*

Roier: Nelson. Nao. Nao.

Missa: *Asks if this counts for his answers as well*

Roier: Nao. Badboy? Nao.

Missa: (To Roier) Maybe this is serious and we’re fucking up his operation…

Roier: No, dude. *Looks at Cucurucho* Or is it true?

Missa: I don’t know, I don’t know.

Roier: He looks too happy, I don’t think he’s angry.

Cucurucho: Would you be more motivated into completing something with a premium to be received at the end?

Missa: Says if you’re willing to pay for Youtube Premium.

Roier: No– Well, yes. Quackity doesn’t want to but I do. I pay it. When I see videos *Gets distracted by the Cucurucho award and starts breaking it*

Missa: Roier, you motherfucker–

Roier: *Sits down again after stealing it* When I see videos and make reactions there’s no ads. Well– except one time. I was watching the ‘Amigos’ (TN: LuisitoComunica reference) going to Brazil, and I wasn’t on my Youtube account so there were some ads.

Missa: While you were watching–

Roier: Yes. But only one time and I do pay it.

Missa: (To Cucurucho) Yeah, he would like to be recognized as a person, important for the server. So yes. He would like to be rewarded by that.

Roier: Exactly. Yes.

*They get distracted by the bubbles and the lag*

Cucurucho: If there was a future out of the island, who would you take with you to continue your journey?

Roier: What?

Missa: A future item? *Cucurucho repeats the question* a feature? Ah, a future.

Roier: A token. [TN: Token, ‘ficha’, sounds like feature]

Missa: A future, ohhhhh. Okay. (To Roier) If you had a token– pogs [TN: Pog, ‘tazo’, is another word for Token]

Roier: Pogs to play?

Missa: If you had some pogs, would you like them to be of Pokemon or…?

Roier: Oh, you know which ones were really good? The WWE ones with Randy Orton were so fucking good, and they sounded like– *Pogs clashing sounds* And the ones with Mucha Lucha were good too. And the Pokemon ones.

Missa: You remember the Medabots ones? The metallic ones.

Roier: Yesyesyes. I only had like five because I didn’t have money. But yes.

Missa: One time as a kid, I was like six, and I had a collection and I was in a serious match and they fucked me up. They took all of them.

Roier: *Laughs* They took everything?

Missa: Bro, I was in a town, in a really far away town in Sinaloa. And– *Laughs* And I fucked up *Roier laughs* I lost everything. It was–

*Cucurucho laughs*

Roier: Hey, bro, he’s laughing at you. What the fuck? You’re gonna let him?

Missa: They already took the pogs.

Roier: Dude, why’re you laughing at the pogs? You don’t have anything. You don’t even have hair. Fucker.

*Everyone gets quiet*

Missa: Anyway, if the server had a feature, what would you like to have that could help you in your mission?

Roier: I need a good internet without lag.

Missa: *Laughs* You’re the only fucker who has internet problems.

Roier: That’s why I want them to give it to me. They have a ton of money, look where they are. They have a mansion ‘gameplay funny moments’.

Missa: That’s true. (To Cucurucho) He says he’s okay with anything. He didn’t need anything, That’s okay. Thank you so much for being so kind and to help us all to be better in this server.

Roier: Yeah.

Cucurucho: Good.

*Awkward silent moment*

Cucurucho: *unintelligible* a huge nomination, what message would you give your supporters?

Missa: That’s a good one. (To Roier) If you had a big Venom– Something like that.

Roier: A Venom?

Missa: Yes. How would you name it.

Roier: If I had a big Venom… The Chirawaso or– *Missa laughs* I don’t know. I never had one. I’ve never touched one.

Missa: But if you had one right here, what would you tell it?

Roier: How– How handsome. *Notices how his backpack disappeared* Hey, they took my backpack! They’re undressing me here! Fuck, they’re taking my things.

*Cucurucho laughs*

Roier: You little fucker. You were the one who took it. You don’t know we are both from Sinaloa, dude. [TN: Famous Mexican state for having really high crime rate] At any time we can disappear you, dude.

*Missa starts singing ‘Pena Tras Pena’ from El Recordo de Cruz* [TN: Famous Mexican band from Sinaloa]

Roier: *Starts throwing Mexican insults that are really hard for me to translate to English*

Cucurucho: Good.

Roier: *Gets distracted by the missing backpack again*

Cucurucho: What advice would you give others into continuing pursuing goals? What is the first and more important step?

Missa: Okay. If you were playing soccer and you scored a goal, with who would you celebrate with? Messi or Ronaldo?

Roier: With Messi.

Missa: *Laughs* This guy…

Roier: Why ‘This guy’?! You’re Team Cristiano Ronaldo??? You’re from the Goat– No, the Goat is Messi. Now is Messi, pendejo.

Missa: Of course.

Roier: Bro, I’m feeling so awkward. Why are they asking? *Gets up*

Missa: Sit the fuck down. That chair is a fucking Herman Miller–

Roier: This fucking chair– My coccyx is already hurting–

*Cucurucho gives Roier a book with an actual translation to his question*

Roier: Pendejo, you didn’t translate it correctly!

Missa: No, that’s an extra question!

Roier: Oh, okay. What advice would I give? To keep doing it.

*Missa gets all wet cat and starts apologizing for not doing rp and not answering seriously*

Roier: I would tell them to follow their dreams, and to keep searching their goals. In any time you’re going to make it. And if you don’t make it, that’s because you haven’t arrived to the end. I know you can do it. Fucker.

#qsmp missa #missasinfonia #qsmp roier #qsmp cucurucho #qsmp translations #long post

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lets-just-daydream · 5 months

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Hello! I hope you’ve been well, I was wondering if I could request Astarion with a larger chested Tav who gets insecure when people say something about it/ogle her? Maybe Gale accidentally says something (like when you wear Haarleps outfit) and Astarion gets protective of her.

(i accidentally made gale gross. SORRY LMAO)

You and your companions huddled together in heated discussion as you tried to find a way through the man guarding the door that didn't include violence and breaking the whole building into a fight.

“Maybe there's another way in that Fangs missed,” Karlach offered.

Astarion scoffed. “I was very thorough in my scan of the building, thank you very much.”

You grimaced and pulled out your pouch of gold. A few measly coins. Barely enough to make the bag jingle. “Not enough for a bribe,” you said glumly.

You and your group sighed.

“Maybe we don't need the book that badly,” Karlach said, ready to give up.

Gale bristled. “There is no way we're leaving without that book. I'm sure it will hold secrets about the Absolute. Why do you think this building is such an impenetrable fortress?”

You exchanged glances with Astarion and he only offered a shrug. You huffed and opened your bag to take stock of your potions and fighting supplies.

“I guess we just have to do what we do best,” you said.

“Hold on…” Gale said. “What if we tried a different kind of bribe?”

You raised your brow. “I'm not sure we have much to offer. Some health potions and a couple gold pieces won't be much to win anyone over.”

“Not a bribe of objects, but maybe you could…” Gale trailed off and you furrowed your brow in confusion.

“I could what?”

Gale stepped closer to you and lowered his voice, causing Astarion to stand straighter, his eyes narrowing at the wizard. He had a feeling he wouldn't like what Gale was about to say.

“You know,” Gale said suggestively, making a cupping gesture in front of his own chest.

Your eyes widened in realisation and you stepped away from the wizard.

“Gale!” You admonished, crossing your arms over your chest and looking down.

Yes you were desperate to get inside and yes you often attracted unwanted attention because of your large chest but you never thought one of your party members, one of your friends would ever suggest using your body as an object.

You felt tears brimming in your eyes as silence befell the four of you. Astarion bristled and stepped in front of you, jabbing an accusatory finger to Gale's chest.

“How dare you make such a suggestion?” Astarion hissed.

Karlach stepped back with an uncomfortable look on her face while Gale looked back at Astarion in confusion.

“What do you mean?”

Astarion grinded his teeth. “Do you think she wants to offer her body up like some kind of whore for you so you can have your little book?”

Gale's eyes widened. “N-no, I-”

“You better get on your way back to camp right now before I hit you,” Astarion warned.

You looked up and gasped, moving to grab Astarion's arm. “Astarion it’s-”

His white curls bobbed as he whipped his head around to look at you. “If you say ‘it’s okay’ and ‘don't worry about it,’ I will be very upset with you.”

You gulped as you remembered why Astarion would be so upset at Gale's suggestion and you cringed.

You pursed your lips and looked down before crossing your arms over your chest again.

Astarion turned back to Gale and nodded to the road back to camp. “Off you go.”

Gale tried to make eye contact with you to plead his case but he caught sight of Astarion flexing his hand into a fist and stepped back with his hands up in surrender.

“Come on,” Karlach said, guiding Gale back to camp ahead of you and Astarion.

You heard Gale begin complaining to Karlach about the book and the guard and how unfair Astarion is as they walked away.

Astarion turned back to look at you but you couldn't meet his gaze.

“Thanks,” you whispered softly, not trusting your voice.

“You don't have to thank me for anything,” Astarion murmured before stepping forward and wrapping you in a hug.

You slid your arms around him as he pulled you in and you nuzzled your face into his chest. You felt numb, unsure what to say or where to even begin about what had just happened.

“Do you think he was serious?” You whispered, your voice thick with sadness and embarrassment. The shock of the moment after what Gale had said finally began to give way to sadness. Did your companions just see you for your large chest? Could they see past that for the other things you offered?

“Forget about that moron,” Astarion said into your hair. “I've got you, you'll never do anything like that. Especially when I'm around.”

You let a small half smile creep onto your face. “I'd like to go back to camp and get into bed,” you said, looking up at Astarion.

“Of course, my friend,” Astarion said.

He stepped around and kept his arm over your shoulders as you walked, as if he were protecting you from anyone around you. It warmed your stomach and the sting of what had just happened began to slowly fade in Astarion's protective presence.

“What are we going to do about Gale's book?” You asked as you slowly wandered back.

Astarion huffed at the mention of the wizard’s name. “He can come up with his own plan to get in there that doesn't include me or you if he wants that stupid book so badly.”

“But the Absolute…”

Astarion stopped you both and gently gripped your shoulders, leveling you with a serious look. “Nothing is worth you dealing with boot munchers like Gale. Nothing. We'll find another way to deal with the Absolute. Okay?”

You nodded and smiled, causing Astarion to give you a smile back. “That's more like it,” he said.

You made it back to camp and you saw that Gale's tent was closed shut which you were thankful for. You couldn't deal with him right now.

Astarion separated himself from you and turned to you. “If he,” Astarion gestured his head to Gale's tent, "or anyone else gives you any sort of trouble, come straight to me.”

You nodded and he tucked your hair behind your ear. “That’s a good girl. Now go get some rest,” he said before turning away for his own tent.

Your eyes widened at the comment and you blushed and gulped before speed-walking back to your own tent with your hands over your face.

You plopped onto your bedroll and stopped yourself from squealing like a schoolgirl at how protective Astarion had been over you today. You took a deep breath and calmed down but couldn't stop the fluttering in your stomach at remembering how fiercely he had defended you. You needed to figure out a way to properly thank him.

#red writes #astarion x reader #astarion x tav #baldurs gate fanfiction #astarion fic #astarion fanfiction

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seelestia · 5 days

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we missed you, welcome back!

i had a thought for a few days now and then i saw that you were back and i just had to share this

so imagine that you wake up in teyvat one day and you speak a different language bc they probably don’t speak english in teyvat, and no one understands you, but then there’s the smart haravatat ppl like alhaitham and faruzan (idk if there is anyone else) who use their smart language brains to figure out how to talk to you, i think that would be super cute

.💭

BRAINROT ANON— my comrade on tumblr, i missed you too!! i'm so honored that you thought of me aww :') you knew i'd be glad to brainrot with you anytime!! /gen. i focused less on how they communicate with you, but rather more on the events surrounding this concept. hope ya don't mind! so good to see you again <3

extra note: this was written from a platonic pov! yk those movies where a protagonist helps out their 'otherworldly' companion to go back to their home world? yeah, that's what i'm going for here. movies like 'home' and 'cj7' came to mind immediately. that's us and faruzan!! oh, and alhaitham is here too, i guess. /j

imagine waking up one day to find yourself transported to the middle of the hypostyle desert. the sun burns, scorching hot on your skin then suddenly, it's gone? oh no, some strange turquoise lady is peering at your face with disapproval. you suspect she thinks you're a reckless traveler who forgot to bring ample supplies to a place like this. “███ ███ ████ ███?” she says and you realize you don't understand a word.

[translation: did your water storage run out?]

imagine the confusion on faruzan's face when you mumble a few sentences? noises? grumbles? she specializes in semiotics (and ruins), not speech pathology so how is she supposed to know? anyway, she graciously takes you in! and brings you back to her residence. yes, yes, how generous, applaud her later but she cannot hand you over to the akademiya just yet. (who knows what they'll do with you? you're obviously not of this world.)

imagine trying to communicate with faruzan using other means besides language. one of them includes pointing at the fresh apple slices on her kitchen counter. she gives them to you and notes how you say 'tenk yu' (?) which she takes as a sign of gratitude. of course, she also jots it down in her notes alongside her observations. how interesting.

and she manages the grand feat of roping alhaitham in, somehow someway. he's a youngster (everyone is a youngster if you're one hundred years old at this point) far too solitary for her liking — plus, notoriously hard to convince but that helps: he's someone who won't tattle! that's her logic here. she even had to invite him over for dinner and introduce him to you herself! ugh, she really had no more funds left to spare... so this better works.

it did, oddly. alhaitham's first instinct is to question and his deductions conclude that you are far too genuine (for lack of a better word) for all of this to be a ruse. the way you pointed at his fit and gave him a thumbs-up he assumed that you meant to say you thought it's “cool”.

alhaitham observes you; when you speak, none of the words sound familiar to his experienced ears and trust him, his quota of languages exceed many. he is not here to brag, so don't twist it. nor do you seem to understand anything whenever he or faruzan speaks. you don't even react in the slightest when he mentions or addresses you directly, only a tap on the shoulder works. it's safe to assume you do not know teyvatian language.

the guy in gray green turns to madam faru with a hum. she taught you to refer to her that way. it took hard work and lots of apple slices. “██... ██ ███ ████ █ ████?” he asks.

[translation: so... do you have a plan?]

“██ ███ █████!” she puffs out her chest in determination.

[translation: in due time!]

he sighs.

you blink, eternally confused.

#i'm a sucker for found family trope AGHHH!!!#genshin impact hcs #genshin imagines #genshin sagau #kinda? i'm not sure how to tag this help #jumbled rambles! 🪶#<- new & more self-explanatory tag to replace the old one #visitor: dearest brainrot anon! 💭

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zeynatura · 7 months

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Ranting about Nucani

There is something I want to express and this fandom should know.

Nu: Carnival is a Harem game but unlike most games in the genre the relationships with MC are all canon within the same story, there are no "Routes", no "Alternate Universe/Timelines", it's all 1 Main Story where you get to gradually meet all the Characters who'll be your companions, in this game named Clan members, and all of them one way or another end up falling for Eiden (MC), which makes polyam relationship canon with Eiden as the center:

Like very few games have polyam representation, let alone a positive one, like yes the polycule it's very Eiden central but even then all the Clan Members interact with one another, as we see mainly in the time limited Events but also in the Main Story, and have friendly and amicable interactions, they rely on one another sometimes even without Eiden being involved.

But also, Aster and Morvay have a relationship established too since way before the events of the prologue of the game, Kuya and Quincy have hinted some sort of situationship (idk I don't care about Quincy and my knowledge about Kuya is limited to what happens in the story and events cause I have no limited SSRs nor have I read any of his Intimacy Rooms).

[Also if any of you knows of any other relationship that have been hinted at that i'm missing feel free to share, i specifically ask of you to refer to only canon, i know in fanon anything and everything is possible and sometimes we may be missperceiving some interactions between characters so i ask of you to take those rose tinted glasses off and see unfiltered canon, it's hard for me too ngl so dw]

All this started with some posts I saw about ppl feeling bad for Yakumo and/or Edmond to be "forced into a polyam relationship" when they are the "most romantic members" and "deserve a monogamous relationship", their words not mine, as if mono > poly , but also do you really think they're against it!?

One thing is being Clan Members against their will (which is all Huey's fault btw), having to work together to regulate the Altars' Essence (or their own) and then another one completely is involving themselves in a personal and intimate way with Eiden, which the latter they all did in their own terms and out of free will.

Also i wanna share one of the best and my fav scenes with Karu, which i know not everyone was able to experience it cause it's hidden in the Intimacy Rooms of a Limited SSR, but it expresses exactly why the polycule is consensual.

Context: Eiden has been worrying about forcing the Clan Members to be with him because he is the New Grand Sorcerer, against their will just because of Huey's magic that ties them together and the responsibility of Regulating the Altars and basically maintaining stability in the Klein Continent.

His worries began (at least that i noticed) in "Eerie Escapade" (Halloween Event), that was also the first time Garu got hurt while protecting Eiden and the first time Karu got mad at him and fronted to yell at Eiden (which is my another fav scene of Karu omg i love him so much i gotta go back and take screenshots of that but that's for another post), the second one being in "Army x Blood x Oath" (which are the screenshots i'll show u)

Because this are the Intimacy Rooms of Garu/Karu's Limited SSR this scene focuses on Eiden feeling guilty because Garu got hurt in the past (Halloween Event) and this time he lost his memory (temporarily, due to this event's story) and Eiden blaming himself for it all and wondering if they would be better off without him, but the same can and is applied to the rest of the Clan Members, seeing how Eiden met and approached Rei while respecting his privacy and independency even tho he's also a Clan Member and the newest introduced in the story, means that the Limited Events are also canon and part of the story because Eiden seems to be growing and learning from previous Events and showing that development in future Events and the Main Story.

Karu also mentions that Garu (prior to losing his memories) was also worrying about the same thing Eiden was, like 'what if Master (Eiden) stays with us just because of the contract with Huey? :c' and he calls them both idiots because they don't communicate and fronts to fix it! (Mighty Karu to the rescue)

And talking about "Eerie Escapade" that is also the event where Yakumo's possessiveness towards Eiden shows, i'll admit i haven't seen the last room but i feel like those people i mentioned before are using it as fuel to their idea, because if Yakumo is jealous of other Clan Members interacting with Eiden and "Wants him all to himself" that must mean he wants a monogamous relationship, right?

WRONG!

That just means Yakumo is a complex person that feels different emotions specially when it comes to the most important person in his life (Eiden) other than his grandparents!

And Yakumo feels guilty for having those feelings, not because of them being in a polycule and he not wanting to be in it, but because he has trauma and sees his desires and wants as selfishness and he would never allow himself to be selfish cause he doesn't want to hurt people, he's a people's pleaser! He lives with constant fear of hurting others like the Great Serpent did when it killed many (but apparently there may be more that meets the eye, because the current event hinted that the Great Serpent actually liked humans and took care of children ???)

And Yakumo dealing with those feelings along with his yokai powers as a descendant of The Great Serpent have been the main topic of his last 3 Limited SSRs, which is great because that means CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT~

Now unfortunately i cannot talk about Edmond's Intimacy Rooms as i'm missing ALL OF HIS SSRs (why do you hate me Edmond if ily) but from what i've seen he's also pretty happy being with Eiden, heck even HIS MOM is happy his son is with Eiden!

That's right, she's the first and only parent of the Clan Members that knows and approves of their relationship, if it weren't because most of them are orphan we could get many more... i wonder if Yakumo's grandparents are aware hmmm ... and we all know Olivine's parents are gonna HATE it xD and maybe Garu's wolf pack will approve of Eiden by the end of this event.

#i just realized i may not be the right person to talk about polyam relationships and representation #even if i'm open to polyamory while in a monogamous relationship currently #and i do my best to do my research about it and learn from polyam people #but then again i used to do the same with queer people before finding out i was queer #and neurodiverse people before realizing i am one too #and the most recent was autism :D #so maybe i'm not the wrong person to talk about it #also if any of you treat Garu and Karu as the same person when they're a system i will lose it #or worse when people don't acknowledge Karu #help me i love these pups with my life and i will protect them #aster and morvay relationship's nature is not for us to decide #but the fact is that they have one #nu carnival #nucani #canon polyamory #if you read all this i love you~#edit: i thought Morvay having multiple sex partner was obvious 🤔#but some ppl pointed it out so #yeah #the incubus has sex with many ppl besides Eiden and Aster all consensual #while Aster finds it annoying but also helpful Eiden think it's hot #big edit: nvm I AM THE RIGHT PERSON to talk about this as im ambiamorous #which means im happy both in a monoam and polyam relationships #so i am in the polyam spectrum and would love to have what these boys have

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whorediaries-09 · 19 days

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don't blame me;

pairing- priest!remus lupin x reader warning(s)- illusions to sex, dark themes. (let me know if i should add more). [this is a dark fic. your media consumption is your choice and i'm not responsible for it. please do not continue under cut if you're uncomfortable.] a/n- i found this in my drafts. i have no idea why this wasn't published yet but okay.

ps- not using my regular taglist since this is a topic many people can be uncomfortable with.

little train inspiration (for god's sake please use headphones) 700 followers celebration post.

' and baby, for you, i would fall from grace, just to touch your face. '

remus slowly read the verse, the thick spine of the bible tucking into the flesh of his thighs.

'amen,' he said, speaking his final lines of the verse. the sound from his lips was blinded over the noise of the hinges of the church door opening. he snapped his head, eyes darting towards the entrance. the soft sunlight peaked through the glass, creating a beautiful kaleidoscopic effect.

'hello?' his voice echoed through the empty church. when his eyes met yours, he couldn't stop but dawn his eyes upon yours. you were clad in the white clothes you regularly wore when you went to the church. but there was something different around it. perhaps an extra sinch at the waist which highlighted the curve of your breasts. or was it the sunlight behind you making a halo like effect which made you look like an descending from heaven.

'oh, it's you,' he gathered, his fingers raking over the bible, closing the hardcover. 'come on in, then,'

'am i interrupting anything?' you asked. your voice was soft, like cool breeze blowing after the first rainfall. he chuckled.

'no, no you're not interrupting anything,' his statement ended, clashed with the sound of the door closing. you walked towards him, twiddling with your thumbs, your eyes transfixed on the statue of jesus.

'do you need something? i can leave you in peace if you prefer.' he said, standing up and dusting his clothes. he wasn't wearing his usual robes. he had opted for gray slacks paired with a soft blue shirt.

'no it's fine,' you walked towards him. 'i actually like some company, when i pray,' he smiled, his gaze smoothening down on your form.

'no no, i understand,' he said walking towards you, his thumb raking over the rosemary beads in his palm. 'lots of people prefer company in the church. physical company anyway. he,' his index pointed towards the stature of jesus, 'is always here.'

'a constant companion,' you said, recalling his words from a few months ago. 'i remember that. you enlightened me with that information during our gospel interpretation session.' he chuckled softly,

'i'm surprised you remember i said that. that was quite a few months ago,' you nodded, twisting your fingers together.

'speaking of which,' he whispered, so as to not let his voice echo. 'erm, you have been missing for a few weeks.' you stare at him, your eyes glossy.

'are you mad? that i've been missing?' he moves forward, waving his hands quickly reassuring,

'no no, not mad at all. i just,' he pauses, as if choosing his words carefully, 'missed your presence. and our discussions afterwards.' you let his words register into your senses. it's quiet as the sun settles, the blue hue of the sky meddling into a beautiful orange.

'there are other people who come to the church, mr. lupin.' he takes a deep breathe. it's serene, the way his name spills off your tongue.

'yes, but it gets quite boring with the same old people and the same old interpretations. you're intelligent...you're curious. i enjoy your fresh air of understanding.'

'you don't mean that.' you laugh. he sighs, letting his tongue dart over his teeth.

'oh no, i mean that,' he twiddles with his thumb, running his fingers through his locks with his other hand. he rubs his neck, drawing your attention to a small patch of ink on his neck.

'may i ask you the reason of your absence? it's none of my business of course,' his stale amber eyes pierce into you, as if trying to scan for answers.

'i got a few days off work. so i wanted to go on a little vacation.' you say.

'oh, i see, i'm glad you're out there having some fun. i'd do the same in your position. especially with the weather we've been having recently,' he emphasizes. his eyes wander about, as if searching for words, looking for phrases to let the conversation continue. 'i understand your need for freedom.'

you let the words hang in the air, tasting the freshness of the newly spoken sentences. you watch his nicely polished shoes, before you bite your tongue, meeting his eyes, allowing yourself to drown in the burnt amber color of them.

'do you mind it? the freedom? the fun?' he stands silent, as if speechless. it was extremely difficult to keep a man like remus lupin dumbfoundedly silent.

'no,' he says, 'i don't particularly mind it. i've...dedicated my life to this... this is my calling.' he laughs a little, a bark like laughter echoing through the walls. 'besides, i live my life through hearing your escapades.'

'i think you should live life a little. i'm saying this because i consider you my friend.'

'you do?' he says, softly biting his beautiful pink lips. 'well i consider you a friend too.' you nod.

'not many, erm, consider me other than someone who's a priest or think of any... friendly interactions, so... i appreciate that very much.'

you twiddle with your thumb, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. your mind floods with screams as you think of the next question you want to ask him. your heart thumps loudly in your chest, the heat of the blood curving through every inch of your body.

'can i ask you a question?'

'of course, you can ask me anything.'

'have you kissed anyone before?' it's vague, short yet straight forward. a slight pink tint overcomes his pale skin, his tongue tying up in knots before he processes his answer.

'oh, i- yes. i have kissed people before.' he licks his lips. 'though, in secret. we're not...uh meant to have relationships but... everybody needs company...sometimes.' you hum softly at his answer, minutely surprised at the lack of a reaction. then, you frame your next question, almost like a child so free of sin. you are, if partly so.

'do you consider it a bad thing mr. lupin?'

'no,' he laughs. 'i don't consider it a bad thing. i enjoy your curiosity.' he moves forward, a few painful inches away from you. it's as if he can feel the heat from your body. he enjoys it. 'and, neither do i think you're going to tell on me or anything, but yes, i have had companies of a different nature, too.'

the gasp ends in your throat. it's as if he reads your mind.

'i'm not such an extremist that i condemn that kind of thing. carnal desires are...human. the lord created us with them. so why should we deny ourselves?'

'isn't it wrong? a sin? perhaps you... don't mean it.' you say.

'no, i do mean it. to want intimacy is such an intricately human thing it isn't...wrong to want it or engage in it.'

'i've wanted intimacy, desired for it. for so long, mr. lupin, but i find myself stranded. because nobody expresses it back. perhaps you can tell me how it feels, with your experience of the humane carnal desire for intimacy,'

'oh.. well we've established that we're friends but... is that really something you should be asking a priest? you're a curious little thing aren't you?' you smile paired with a little nod of your head. you truly are curious.

'well,' he pauses, looking into your eyes, trying to search for something. 'if you must know, i haven't had any complaints. i've been told i give a rather...satisfactory performance.' he laughs. 'but, it has been quite some time.'

'oh. how long?'

'almost eight months so uh..nearly about a year, roughly,' he whispers, as you move closer. you're close enough for his warm breath fan over you, letting goosebumps kiss your skin.

'i think... i'll also be a satisfactory performer in bed,' you say. he laughs his eyebrow tilting.

'oh you think you are? your confidence is very cute.' he says, moving closer. you watch his pupils dilate, as the distance decreases between your bodies. something takes over him, as his breathing turns erratic, his heart palpitating. 'although,' he continues, 'the matter of one's performance in bed is highly subjective.'

'i can show you, the performance. i want to feel the intimacy, how it feels to be wanted, mr. lupin.' you say, almost begging. his hands twitch and your body aches for the touch of someone you've never felt before.

'i guess i'm sure you would like to find out, but...we shouldn't... we really shouldn't,' he feels his nerves turning shoddy as tries to not drown into the depth of your eyes. he says it, trying to convince himself more than you. but how can he when you look so pretty, like dew strewn across fresh grass. you jut out your lower lip.

'don't you find me pretty mr. lupin?' his eyes widen, his palm cradling your cheek. his thumb runs over your cheek and he enjoys the warm flush of your skin upon his touch, the goosebumps on your kissing every inch of your body.

'no, you are very beautiful. i mean it. apart from your intelligence, your beautiful mind is what...drew me to you.' he watches you melt into his touch and words and knits his eyebrows. 'but, we can't, we really can't, someone could just walk in.'

perhaps that's what excites you. the idea of someone walking in, the idea of somebody catching you. perhaps it's the sin that excites you.

'please,' you beg, your eyes glossy with an unsatiated lust, the carnal desire for intimacy, for his touch. 'please, remus, i need to know.' he takes a deep breathe, as the warm blood rushes between his legs.

he grabs your face, touching his temple with yours. 'fuck it,' he whispers, capturing his lips with yours. he's the priest, he needs to enlighten you with the knowledge you beg for, the experience you beg for.

perhaps it's sinful, but when his tongue meets yours, swallowing the sounds from your mouth, there's no sweeter innocence than his gentle sin. he'll be a poison ivy just for you, just to worship you at the shrine of his sins.

#harry potter fanfiction #harry potter #marauders #the marauders #marauders era #remus lupin #remus lupin x you #remus lupin smut #remus lupin imagine #remus lupin fluff #remus lupin x reader #kinkotober #remus lupin fanart #werewolf

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rafa-jaja · 2 months

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Asking for your help...(pt2)

Bruce Wayne x Gn reader

You never thought you'd see Wayne Manor again, but here you are...standing in front of the front door, debating whether to knock or not. But before you could decide the door opened, it was Alfre.

- Please, I ask you to come in, we don't want you to get sick from being outside too long in this weather.

- Hello Alfred, you haven't changed a bit.

- Compliment me, wait here please.

You wanted to talk more with Alfred, but you knew that's not why you were here, the truth is you didn't know what you were doing in this place. Every inch of the property brings back bittersweet memories.

Right now you could be in the comfort of your own home, enjoying a nice cup of tea with your cat as your faithful companion. But no, you had to do what Constantin's note said.

Suddenly something knocked you to the floor, it was Tim, he had grown so much since the last time you saw him.

- You're back! you don't know how much I missed you," he said hugging you tightly.

- Tim...I appreciate your love, but your crushing me.

- Sorry, I was really looking forward to seeing you again, how have you been?

You were about to answer him when someone caught your attention, it was Bruce, the bastard hadn't changed a bit. You got up from the floor and faced him.

- I'm going to make something clear, I'm not here for you, I only came because a friend asked me to.

- Understood...while you are in the mansion I would like you to see something.

You simply nodded and followed him to the Batcave, it was the same as the last time you were here. Bruce was looking for something in his files when someone appeared out of the shadows, you didn't know him, but you guessed who he was...he was Bruce's biological son, you had to admit it, he was almost an identical copy of Bruce.

- And who are you? Another super useless one that is going to try to help us?

Yes, he's the same even in sarcasm, but you can't blame him...it's not his fault that his prominent genes are from his paternal side.

- Damian, behave yourself...I'm sorry he didn't mean to be rude.

- Don't worry, I'm not affected by sarcasm.

- Ok...I wanted you to see this, it's the surveillance videos from the bombing a few weeks ago.

On the big computer there were different videos of Talia and her henchmen destroying police stations and attacking civilians, this is one of the many reasons why you withdrew, seeing innocent people suffer always made your heart clench in your chest.

You quickly deduced what this was all about, it seems Bruce and the league have not been able to discover what the target of these attacks is, they attack without any pattern, their next target could be a company or a school.

- We were unable to capture Talia, and she has shown no signs of what her plan is...we have one of her henchmen in custody, and I wanted to ask you to do me a favor-

- To read his mind and figure out the plan, you don't have to repeat everything, just take me to him and let me see what I can do. But I'm only going to do this once, as a favor to the league, nothing more.

When they arrived, some Super who were old companions greeted you, others looked at you with surprise, you knew what they were thinking, you had returned after years. But you only do this to get Bruce off your back and finally have a normal life.

They sat the man down in front of you, without delay you entered his mind, you were surprised to see that there was nothing...he literally had no thoughts of his own, he was like a shell of bones and flesh that followed orders, he had no control or conscience, not even a sense of right or wrong.

- He hasn't spoken since he was caught? - You asked the guard present.

- Nothing, not even a whisper or a threat.

You left the room and went to the conference room.

- Did you finish quickly, did anything happen, did you find out anything useful?

- That man has nothing... he's like a dummy.

Those present were surprised, they couldn't believe what you were telling them.

- A dummy? You're telling me that this man destroyed an entire building...he's a puppet controlled by Talia?

- Yes, I'm afraid there is no information that would be of any help with your case...well, with that said I'm leaving, I've done what you asked me to do, so I hope you will leave me alone from here on out.

No one objected, but the desperation on their faces was evident. When you arrived at your house you expected to finally be able to rest, but great was your surprise to see Constantin sitting in your living room.

- Not that I mind you being in my house, but at least you could call me.

- You know I like to be spontaneous, I like to have the surprise factor.

You let out a little laugh, Constantin is your best friend, he has been with you through thick and thin and has helped you fight your inner demons.

- So? what do you want to do? I don't have any alcohol at the moment.

- The truth is I just wanted to spend some time with you, I know these last few weeks haven't been the best.

- Ok...you want to watch a bad demon movie for a laugh?

- You read my mind.

It was all laughs that afternoon for the two of you, but elsewhere, specifically at Wayne Manor there was someone thinking about you.

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Can Bruce put his thoughts about you in order? Does Talia have a macabre plan? Will you have to face your demons again or overcome your past?

Part Three?

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Can You Take a Crocodile to Prom

Summary: You didn't know NRC had a prom OR that it was tonight ! With the help of Ace and Deuce, you are able to find a date. But how easy is it to take a crocodile to prom?

WC: 8169 Tags: gn!reader, Sebek x reader, fluff, one shot (maybe?), Sebek is your prom date, he is very awkward because he doesn't know how to person but he is down bad, also there is two options for your outfit for the night (live your best life and choose either one), sorry it is long af, I barely proof read this so don't shoot me if you find something wrong © please do not copy and or repost my work as your own, my brain is massive and these are my thoughts.

You stared at the flier hanging on the bulletin board in the hallway. Ace and Deuce, your usual companions, were hovering behind you as you read. “Night Raven College Prom, Details as follows,” you began to read. “See, I told you we had a prom. This thing has been posted for weeks, how did you not know?” Ace teased. If it had been posted for that long, why was this the first you had heard of it. “I thought you knew already or I would’ve told you. I’m sorry, Y/N,” Deuce said disappointedly.

“Deuce, don’t beat yourself up about it. I don’t know how I missed this, but I want to go. I didn’t go to prom in my own world, and I’ll be damned if I miss it here too,” you said in a determined tone. “Yeah, that may be, but how are you going to find a date on the day of the prom?” Ace chuckled. You turned around and looked at them both back and forth. “You mean both of you already have a date?” you said shocked. The two boys looked at each other and then back to you, shrugging their shoulders and nodding yes.

“This cannot be happening,” you said as you brought your hand up to your forehead. You sat there thinking to yourself, who can you ask to be your date? There had to be someone who still didn’t have a date. “Do either of you know someone… who doesn’t have a date?” you asked. “You can go alone, y’know. You don’t have to have a date,” Ace said smugly. You narrowed your eyes at him, why would anyone want to go to prom alone. Before Ace could say anything else, Deuce chimed in. “I don’t know anyone off the top of my head, but I can ask around and see,” he said assuringly. Deuce was always more reliable than Ace was. Sometimes it just felt like Ace was only there to make your days harder, but you cherished your friendship with him nonetheless.

[later in the cafeteria]

You were taking bites of your food as you went over your history of magic of notes. Ace plopped his tray on the table at the seat across from you. He was so obnoxious, you thought to yourself as you looked up at him. “How is it you have a date to prom and I don’t,” you said sarcastically. Ace huffed at your question. “Maybe because anyone would be lucky to have this, do you know how many offers I got? I was beating them all off with a stick,” he said, throwing some of his tater tots into his mouth.

“You are so annoying. I hope you know that,” you said as you went back to studying your notes. A few minutes later, you sensed someone else sitting beside you. You turned around to see it was Deuce. Ace and Deuce were your closest friends at NRC, being by your side since the beginning. It was nice knowing you had people in your corner in Twisted Wonderland, sometimes it made you lonely when you thought about going back to your home world. You would miss these two idiots dearly.

“So, I found someone who doesn’t have a date. But I don’t know how well it’d go asking…” Deuce leaned over and whispered to you. Ace was trying to listen, being nosy as ever. “Hey, don’t keep secrets. What’re you saying asshat?” Ace said aggressively. Deuce rolled his eyes looking at you before he turned to Ace. “I said, I found someone who doesn’t have a date that Y/N can ask to prom,” he said. “Okay, so who is it? Y/N can go ask now before it’s too late,” Ace said, giving you a smirk and a wink.

“That’s the thing.. I don’t know how well the response will be, with uh…. Y/N being human and all,” Deuce started to say. Ace realized what he meant by this- his eyes widening as he just continued to eat his food and looked down. You were still left in the dark, not knowing who the mysterious potential date could be. You closed your notebook, impatiently sighing as you turned back to Deuce. “Who? I have to ask. It’s now or never,” you said sternly.

Deuce turned your head slowly, placing your gaze on a table across the cafeteria. He leaned closer to your shoulder to better show you just who it was you’d have to ask. He pointed, his finger directed at the mint green haired, loud mouthed Diasomnia student, Sebek Zigvolt. “You’re telling me…. Sebek is the only one without a date?” you said quietly. Part of you was confused, he was very handsome so why would no one ask him. “Well, he’s had offers. But apparently no one meets his standards,” Deuce said reluctantly. “He means none of the ones offering were Malleus,” Ace said with a laugh.

“And I’m supposed to ask him to be my date? I’m no Malleus either,” you said looking at them both. Ace shrugged his shoulders. Deuce put his arm on your shoulder. “Yeah, that’s the problem. I don’t think he’s going to say yes, but it’s your only option,” Deuce sighed. You looked back at the table across the room. Sebek was sitting with other people in his dorm, Lilia and Silver sitting across from him at their table. Malleus must’ve had something else he needed to attend to, you assumed.

You looked back at Deuce and then at Ace, preparing yourself for what would inevitably be rejection. But it was worth a shot, you wanted to go to the prom. “I’m going in. If I come back crying, just know I went out trying,” you said as you got up from the table and walked towards Sebek’s. You could feel Ace and Deuce’s eyes trailing your every step, they were going to watch this show happen for the live entertainment. How annoying.

You tried to figure out how you were going to ask, but realistically, you knew Sebek wouldn’t pick up on subtle hints so it would be best to just flat out ask. Lilia nudged Silver as you approached their table, another group of eyes staring into your soul. You cleared your throat, hoping it would get Sebek’s attention. It did. He looked up from his tray, the typical scowl across his face.

“Sebek,” you said, taking an inhale afterwards. “Do you have a date to the prom tonight?” Sebek straightened himself up, fixing his posture and his dorm uniform. “No, I do not,” he said, staring at you. You could see Lilia and Silver looking at you and then Sebek, making Sebek glance at them while you spoke. “Would you like to be my date?” you asked. Your tone seemed rushed, like you were trying to say the words fast enough before you lost your confidence.

Without missing a beat, Sebek looked at you and gave you an answer. “Yes” was all he said. You were confused, not expecting him to actually say yes. “Okay,” you said, standing there awkwardly. “Okay,” he said, staring back with his yellow green eyes. You weren’t sure what else to say, you hadn’t thought you’d get this far. Lilia broke the silence for you both. “He will pick you up tonight at 7,” he said, smiling at you and then giving Sebek a grin.

“Okay, then I will see you at 7,” you said shyly to Sebek. “Yes, precisely at 7. I will be at Ramshackle,” he said and then went back to eating. You looked around awkwardly, unsure what more to even say. You turned quickly and walked back to your seat, sitting down and putting your head in your arms. “Oh god, he made you cry?! Should’ve known,” Ace said, scoffing and looking towards Sebek. Deuce put his hand on your back and looked angrily across the room. “I bet I can beat his ass. Y/N, do you want me to fight him? I told my mom I wouldn’t, but I think she would understand if I did this time,” he said, you could hear the protectiveness in his voice.

You raised your head up from the table, your face was hot from the awkwardness but you were actually giddy from Sebek’s response. “Oh my god, your face is redder than Ace’s hair!” Deuce said as he stood up from the table. He looked at Ace. “We should give him a piece of our mind, let him know how fucking rude he is,” Deuce said as Ace nodded in agreement.

“Guys, WAIT!” you exclaimed. They both stopped themselves and looked at you confused. “So you, don’t want us .. to beat his ass?” Ace asked. They were both absolutely clueless, how did they make it through college this long. “No, he said yes,” you said coyly. You could hear the gasp coming from both of them as they sat back down in their seats. “I’m sorry, did you just say Sebek, the fucking angry green giant, the dude who literally hates almost everyone but his precious Wakasama- he said yes?! To you?!” Ace said shocked.

You kicked him from under the table. “What do you mean to you? Don’t say it like that, you make it sound like I have no game. You’re the one who ghosts your girlfriends, how the hell did someone say yes to you?!” you said narrowing your eyes at him and frowning. Deuce put his hands up between you two as if to separate you from each other. “Okay relax, both of you. I’m still wondering how someone said yes to Ace, too. But that is not what matters right now,” Deuce started to say. “What matters is you have a date for tonight, so now you get to go do the prom with us. I’m a little shocked it was with Sebek, but maybe he’s desperate to go too.”

Something about that last part he said made you want to kick him under the table too, but you know he wasn’t trying to be mean when he said it so you refrained. “I feel like this is all so sudden, what am I supposed to do for an outfit? Like do you guys dress up in tuxedos and vests like they do in my work?” you asked them both. “Yeah, usually that’s how it works. Like I’m wearing a suit, but my date is wearing a dress. You can wear a dress or suit, whatever you’re more comfortable in,” Ace said. “Okay, that gives me options then. Where the hell do I go to buy stuff here anyway? Is there a store just for prom clothes or what?” you said, pulling out your phone to Google.

“Not exactly, and especially day of prom you won’t find much at the stores. But I think I know a way around it,” Deuce said. “Okay, go on,” you said, turning to him. “So when I had to get my tux, I was talking to Jack about it,” he started to say. You nodded as you listened, you could see Ace across the table was all ears as well. “So Jack told me that Epel told him that Vil had a few things in his closet he would lend out if someone needed, kinda like a charity deal.”

“Interesting, so you’re saying Vil may have something I can buy or use for the night?” you asked. “More than likely, worth a shot in asking. You’re already 1/1 right now, may as well keep it going,” Deuce laughed. Ace chuckled from his side of the table. “He’s right. Maybe you’re secretly super lucky and the night is gonna end up being a weird fairytale fantasy with the crocodile man,” Ace chimed in. “Ace, don’t make me kick you again,” you said teasingly. You put your notebook back in your bag so you could make your way to the Pomefiore dorm to ask Vil for help on an outfit. Hopefully, he would understand and not give you too much grief over it being last minute. “I will see you two boys later, I have stuff to do,” you quickly said as you picked up your things and left. You could hear Ace and Deuce start to chatter as you walked away.

[after you left Sebek’s table]

Silver’s eyes followed the Prefect back to their table and watched as they put their head on it. “Maybe you should’ve said more than a few words, Sebek. Now look at them,” Silver said, gesturing to the other table. Sebek looked over, his scowl expression turning to one of confusion and concern. “Should I go over and apologize? I’m not really sure what I did wrong. I accepted the invite as their date, what more was I supposed to do?” he asked, looking at Lilia. He held Lilia’s words to a higher standard than Silver’s. In his mind, Lilia knew everything there was to know about the world and its experiences.

“Well, you didn’t do anything wrong, but Silver is right. You could’ve said more than just a few words. You’ll have to make that up to them later,” Lilia said, giving him a look. “What is that look for, Lilia-sama? How do I make it up to them?” he asked genuinely. Silver laughed at how oblivious Sebek was when it came to relationships and courting. “Maybe you can buy them flowers,” Silver suggested. Lilia nodded in agreement. “I think that’s a wonderful idea. Sebek, buy them flowers and give them to them when you pick them up later. Okay?” Lilia said. Sebek put his eating utensils down harshly. “Lilia-sama, I don’t know what to even ask for at a floral shop. What should I ask for? Surely you have an idea of what would be fitting to the situation,” Sebek said as he took his phone out and opened his notes app.

“Ahh, my dear knight, you would be correct. Let’s see. I think there are a few that would be appropriate for the night. Dahlias,” he started to say as Sebek typed on his phone. “Dahlias represent innocence.” Sebek hiccupped in typing as his gaze looked up to meet Lilia’s. He cleared his throat as he started typing again. “Okay, dahlias. What else?” Lilia chuckled under his breath, seeing Sebek get flustered was an entertaining sight. “Next, would be carnations. Do you know what those represent, Sebek?” Again, Sebek stopped typing to look up at Lilia. “No, Lilia-sama. What do they represent?” he asked reluctantly. Lilia grinned smugly. “They represent pure love.”

Sebek’s face was getting hot. “Lilia-sama, are you suggesting that I love… the prefect?” he choked out. Silver laughed and took a sip of his drink. “Why did you agree to go with them? You’ve said no to everyone else, so why the prefect?” Silver asked. Sebek shot silver a look and narrowed his eyes. “There was no particular reason I agreed to go. I just agreed to it to please them,” he said, crossing his arms over his chest. “Father, go on with your list please,” Silver said, ignoring Sebek’s attitude. “Ah yes, of course. So we have dahlias and carnations, next would be- pims. They represent loyalty-” he started to say. “Well, I am a very loyal guard to Wakasama. This flower is very appropriate,” Sebek said, smiling as he typed.

“I wasn’t done. They represent loyalty and devoted love,” Lilia chuckled. Sebek looked up again, a blank expression on his face. “Anything else?” he asked. “Yes, one more. You should ask for baby’s breath. It would look lovely with the other flowers,” Lilia sang. Sebek typed it out on his phone, pausing to hear Lilia’s explanation as to what it meant but there was nothing more he said. “At least one of these flowers is normal,” Sebek said as he turned his phone screen off and sat it on the table. “Oh, no. The baby’s breath represents everlasting love,” Lilia said with another chuckle. “MM, Father, don’t forget the hyacinths. Sebek’s arrangement would be good with those,” Silver suggested. “Ahh, you are correct. That would be a fine addition to the bouquet. Sebek, write that one down as well,” Lilia instructed. Sebek gave a long exhale before picking up his phone and adding it to the list. “Do I want to ask what it means?” he said. “Probably best you didn’t,” Silver laughed.

“Alright. Dahlias, carnations, pims, baby’s breath, and hyacinths. I have the list. I shall go and get this order placed so that it is ready for tonight,” Sebek said, standing up from the table and putting his phone in his pocket. “Yes, please remember to go to the dorm afterwards. We will have a tux waiting for you,” Lilia hummed. “Ah, Sebek, one more thing before you go.” Sebek turned back to Lilia. “Yes, Lilia-sama? What is it?” he asked. “Make sure this night is a wonderful night for the Prefect. I expect you to be on your best behavior,” he said sternly. Sebek nodded with understanding before leaving the cafeteria to go to the florist.

[at Pomefiore Dorm]

“I know, I know. I’m stupid, I just didn’t even know it was tonight. I literally had tweedle dee and tweedle dumb show me the stupid flier because I didn’t believe them,” you pleaded, hoping Vil would understand and show you some type of mercy and help. “Hmph, I suppose it would be kind of me to help you with your night. Seeing as you miraculously were able to land a beau for the night, who am I to leave you in such a predicament?” he teased. You were on your knees, literally begging Vil for his help. “Thank you, thank you, thank you,” you sang. “I could sing your praises all day, Vil. I’ll do anything to make up for it being so last minute,” you assured him.

“No, no. You said you didn’t get to go to your own prom in your world? I do have one, okay maybe two, stipulations,” he said, placing his finger on his lips. “Anything, Vil, you name it,” you said. “One: you will not ruin the outfit you choose and it will be brought back after being professionally dry cleaned. I will not allow you to bring it back to me dirty or mutilated in any way,” he stated, holding up his index finger. You nodded as you listened, a clear sign you would abide by his stipulations. “Two: have a good time, enjoy it. Prom is supposed to be a magical night. I won’t allow you to wear one of my outfits and soil its charm by having a bad night,” he said, holding up another finger. “Okay, maybe three stipulations. If anyone asks where your outfit is from, you will gleefully exclaim that I was able to provide you with such wonderful attire for the night. Does this sound doable?” he said, waiting for your reply. “Yes! I can do all of that, thank you again, Vil,” you said, getting up and grabbing his hand.

Vil swiftly turned from you and walked to his closet. “I will give you two options for the night. Do you know what color tuxedo your beau is going to wear?” he asked as he stared into his closet, looking at all the available options. “To be honest, … no, I don’t,” you said reluctantly. Vil whipped his head around, his eyes wide at your answer. “You came to get an outfit, but have no idea the colors to match with?” he laughed. “Yeah… I did,” you said disappointedly. Vil sucked his teeth. “Then we shall pick something that will go with anything he decides to wear. I have the perfect attire for you to wear. Wait here,” he said as he closed his closet door and went into the next room.

In a few minutes, Vil came back with two dress bags, laid them across his bed, and unzipped them for you to view. “I think either of these would be a wonderful option for tonight, don’t you think, Prefect?” he said. One of the bags contained a black suit with light, pale green embroidered design on it. The design was not “eye popping”, it was very subtle, but not subtle enough to where it wasn’t noticeable. You ran your hand along it, feeling the material it was made out of. It felt expensive, why would Vil let you borrow something this nice? Your eyes wandered to the other bag. It had a long dress in it that was ombré black at the top and then transitioned to a vibrant minty green color along the dress’ bottom. The dress also had a subtle design on it, it was very similar to the suit. It was like they were made together. Running your hand along the dress, you realized it had a slit on it. “How high does the slit go up the leg?” you asked, looking at Vil. “I believe it goes up to the thigh, maybe right above the knee if I remember correctly,” he said.

You looked at both bags, trying to decide which one you would prefer for the night. Either one would look amazing, it was just a shame you didn’t know what Sebek would be wearing. “I think I will take this one, Vil,” you said, picking up the bag with your chosen outfit for the night. “Fantastic choice, let me see if I can get you shoes to wear with it as well,” he hummed as he went back to his closet. You appreciated Vil’s help more than he knew. You still didn’t understand why he was so willing to help, but you didn’t want to ask any questions about that now. Vil came back and handed you a pair of shoes. “Looking at your feet, these shoes fit fine. Enjoy your night,” he said as you took the shoes from him.

[Ramshackle dorm- 7pm]

You were pacing in the living room, wearing the floorboards out more than they already were as you waited. You checked the clock, 7pm on the dot. Before you could even take another breath, you heard knocking on your door. It was a uniform knock, very clearly the one of someone who sought out nothing less than perfection. You could see through your door’s peephole your guest outside. Sebek was at your door, dressed to the nines. He looked stunning in his tux. The white suit complemented nicely by the mint green accents on it. Almost as soon as you fully opened the door, he was offering you a bouquet. “These are for you, I hope they contribute in making the night a special one,” he said as you took the bouquet. It was full of flowers of all types. The dahlias, carnations, pims, hyacinths, baby’s breath- all in white, created a beautiful bouquet.

“Sebek, these are gorgeous?! I didn’t think you would get me flowers, this was so short notice. Thank you,” you said, staring at the flowers, touching them lightly to feel the silky petals. Sebek scoffed as he put his arms behind his back and looked off into the distance past the side of the dorm. “What type of date would I be if I lacked manners? Lilia has made it quite clear it is my duty as your date to the prom to make this a splendid night for you. I refuse for it to be anything less than what you dreamt it would be,” he said in a matter of fact tone. “I would also like to take this chance to say that I think you look exquisite tonight, truly a pleasure to be able to accompany you tonight.”

“Wow, Sebek. That’s pretty sweet of you,” you said as you turned to put the bouquet inside. “Give me one second.” Sebek waited for you by the door. You came back to him with one of the smaller carnation flowers in your hand. “Can I put this on your tux? I think it would look really nice,” you said smiling up at him. Sebek, seeing the flower you picked, avoided eye contact with you. “Yes, do as you please,” he said. You pinned the small flower on his tux and looked up at him. “Thank you for agreeing to go with me tonight, it means a lot to me. Especially since we don’t really know each other,” you said sweetly.

Sebek looked down at you, your eyes glimmering in the moonlight. For a moment, the loud man was at a loss for words with the sight before his eyes. “Ah, yes,” he said, clearing his throat. “I hope that I am a satisfactory date for the night.” He held out his elbow for you to wrap your arm through it as you two walked. “Sebek, is that a.. carriage?” you asked, looking at the black and green carriage waiting on the dirt path in front of you. “Absolutely,” he said proudly. “I told you I intended to make this night memorable. I assume you’ve never been treated like royalty before. As a knight, I think I know how to accommodate for this,” he said as he helped you into the carriage before climbing in beside you. “Where in the world did you even get this?” you laughed. “No, I’ve never been in a carriage before, so this is a first.”

“I’m glad I can be your first then,” he responded not a second later. You gave him a quick glance, his words coming off different than he probably intended. “Ahem,” he grunted as he shifted his eyes. “The Headmage was able to arrange this for me with the help of Master Lilia.” The two of you sat awkwardly for a bit before you broke the silence. “So, you had a lot of people ask you to prom, why’d you say yes to me, Sebek?” you asked shyly, fidgeting your fingers in your lap. Sebek looked at you with an expressionless face. “I didn’t want to go with them,” he said and then adjusted his suit to be neater. You nodded at his response. Did that mean he actually wanted to go with you? Was he waiting for you to ask the entire time?

You felt the carriage stop moving as you arrived at the prom venue. You oo’d and ah’d as you got out of the carriage, of course with Sebek’s help. There was no way he was going to let you get out by yourself, he had made that clear already. “Watch your step,” he warned as you took your step to the ground. “The prom had begun a while ago, but the activities should still be in order, Prefect,” he said as he offered you his elbow once more to hold onto. You took it with pleasure as he led you towards the venue. “That’s fine, as long as we get to have some fun tonight, that’s all that matters. Right, Sebek?” you laughed, lightly tugging at his arm. You could’ve sworn you saw him give a slight smile at your words, maybe he was warming up to you.

You two were walking together inside when Sebek saw Lilia and Silver by the front doors. You followed as he walked you up to them. “Lilia-sama, Silver. How are your evenings going?” he asked properly. “Ahh, Sebek, Y/N. You two finally made it, and look how nice you two look together,” Lilia purred. “I do hope Sebek is being a gentleman tonight-” “Yeah and not embarrassing our dorm, aaaa,” Silver said with a yawn. He looked at the watch on his wrist, probably wondering how much longer he had to stay before Lilia would let him leave. “I would never bring shame to our dorm,” Sebek scoffed. You patted the arm you were intertwined with using your free hand. “He has been quite the gentleman, I promise. He even brought me flowers. You should’ve seen them,” you boasted. You could tell Sebek was on fire from your words by how awkward he was being.

You rubbed his arm in hopes that it would help ease him, but it didn’t seem like that was really helping anything. “Oh, I am elated to hear you loved the flowers. It seems each one was individually picked for the occasion,” Lilia said grinning at Sebek. “Oh, is that so?” you laughed, looking up at Sebek. He wasn’t laughing, nor was he smiling. “Ah, yes. I guess we will see you guys inside,” you said, tugging Sebek’s arm to go inside. He gave a few glances at both Lilia and Silver before walking away. “I didn’t know there was that much thought into the flowers,” you said coyly. “Yes, well each one represents something more than just their physical appearance,” he muttered. “Though, I did have some assistance in choosing the right ones.”

Once inside, you saw Ace and Deuce near the tables of food. Deuce was the first to notice you two, subtly nudging Ace in the side to get him to look at you and your date. “Sebek, do you mind if I go talk to Ace and Deuce real quick?” you asked. “Of course, do as you please,” he said softly. Sebek had not been the loud mouth you thought he was the entire night. He was using a much softer, gentler tone with you. It was nice, but you knew no one would believe you if you told them. You walked over to Ace and Deuce. “Hey, I thought you two had dates for tonight,” you said, crossing your arms over your chest. “Did you really lie to me? You guys are so mean.”

Deuce put his arm on your shoulder. “Look, we didn’t do it to be mean. We just…,” he started to say before Ace cut him off. “We just thought you would be better suited for someone else” he said smugly. You huffed at his words. “You two are my closest friends. You set me up with Sebek? Really? What if he rejected me, then what?!” you quietly shouted at them. “Take it from us, he wasn’t going to reject you,” Deuce said as he leaned in and whispered in your ear. “Just trust us on this.” You glared at them both before walking back to Sebek. You wanted to ask Sebek about it but you were more angry at your friends than him, and with the way he was acting, it didn’t make any sense on why you should just “trust them” about him not rejecting you. You went back to Deuce’s theory of Sebek being desperate to go as well, that’s obviously what it was.

Sebek was waiting on the edge of the dance floor, he did not look excited at all to be there. Yes, he was so desperate to come to prom. “Sorry, I just wanted to chat with them for a second,” you said as you stood beside him. “That’s quite alright, you are welcome to spend your evening doing what you see is best,” he said with his arms behind his back. “Would you.. like to go dance?” you asked quietly looking up at the green haired boy. Sebek’s gaze shifted to you but he never lowered his head to look at you. “I am more fond of orchestral music than the current trending music. I apologize in advance, but if they do play something I prefer, I will surely take your hand for a dance.” You looked out to the floor, everyone was enjoying their night and dancing away.

“Would you like to sit down then, we can just hangout?” you suggested. “I would enjoy that,” he said as he took your hand and led you to one of the empty tables. You went to pull out the chair for yourself, but he immediately stopped you. “Allow me,” he said in a soft voice. You let him pull the chair out and push it towards the table after you took your seat. He took the spot beside you, adjusting his suit once again after sitting down. “It doesn’t have to be perfect, y’know?” you teased. He looked up at you confused. “If the night is made to be perfect, then that means everything must be perfect, including my suit, Prefect,” he said as he continued to straighten it. “Okay..,” you mumbled under your breath. Sebek was definitely particular.

“Is there anything you wish to talk about, Prefect?” Sebek asked after a few minutes of sitting in silence together. “Not anything like specific,” you said. The awkward silence was becoming your best friend at this rate. “Actually, Sebek,” you said as he locked eyes with you. “Is this your first date? You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to,” you said. Sebek broke eye contact with you, avoiding it as he answered. This must be something he does when he gets flustered you thought to yourself, avoiding eye contact. “This would be considered my first date, yes. I don’t usually entertain the thought of going places with and spending my time with someone other than those in my respective dorm. Is this your first date?” he asked back. “No,” you said. “I’ve had boyfriends before in my home world, so I’ve been on a handful of dates before. Nothing super special though.”

“I see, that is very intriguing information,” Sebek said, nodding. “Yeah, I didn’t get to go to my prom back home because I was sick for like a week before it and still didn’t feel good the day of, so I had to cancel on my date,” you continued. “That is a shame, for the both of you. A shame that you weren’t able to attend your own prom, but also a shame for him that he wasn’t able to have you by his side at such an event. But alas, there is nothing that can be done though. I do hope that this night is all you hoped it would be,” he said as he grabbed your hand. You cocked your head to the side, confused on what he was doing as he got you up from your chair and led you towards the dance floor. “Would you be so kind as to dance with me?” he asked before walking onto the floor. You nodded slowly, his sudden urge to dance taking you by surprise.

As he led you to the floor, you heard the song that was playing. It was an orchestra piece, it was clear that is why he wanted to dance. You thought the song sounded familiar but couldn’t quite figure out where you had heard it from. Sebek led you in your dance, you did your best to follow. “Sorry, Sebek, I’m not the best at formal dances,” you said as he spun you around. “It’s fine, just follow my lead, Prefect. You’re doing fine,” he said. As the song continued you could sense eyes on you both from around the room, but dancing with Sebek felt so harmonious that you couldn’t be bothered. As the string instruments went into their final number, Sebek dipped you, slowly bringing you back up and the music faded. You were at a loss for words. Never had you danced with such a partner, nor been twirled and spun so effortlessly.

“Wow, Sebek, that was something else,” you snickered. He gave you a coy smile as he took your hand once more to walk back towards the table. In a moment, you felt another hand grab onto both of yours. It was Ace’s. “Hey, Sebby, do you mind if I take the next dance?” Sebek looked at you, as it was your decision to say yes or no to Ace’s request. You shrugged at him. “That’s fine, Trappola,” he said, looking over his shoulder at you before walking away to the table. As the next song played, Ace began to dance with you. It was nothing compared to how Sebek had just danced with you. “How is the night going with the green giant, Y/N?” he playfully asked. “Well for starters, he bought me flowers and then showed up with a carriage to bring us here,” you laughed.

Ace made a face as he kept dancing and then looked over at Sebek. “Who does he think he is, a prince?” he teased. “That actually sounds very nice though. Are you enjoying yourself?” His playful tone was gone as he was genuinely asking if you were having a good time. Sebek was hard to read, yes, but overall your night had been more than you could have imagined. Your only wish was that he was more lively, letting his guard down more. “It has been pretty good honestly. Still mad you two lied and set me up, but I think it’s okay,” you said sarcastically. Ace laughed at your words as the next song started. Ace spun you once and let go of your hand where you found your hand landing in Deuce’s hand.

“Oh, hello,” you laughed. “So you two are just throwing me around now? What am I, a toy?” Deuce shook his head as he danced with you. “Absolutely not, we just wanted to dance and see how it was going. We know he’s hard headed and sometimes loud, but he’s a pretty nice guy under it all. You just have to get there,” Deuce laughed. “Yeah, I know, but that seems impossible at this rate, like look at him he’s just sitting by himself,” you pouted. Deuce glanced over at him and then immediately looked back at you. “I think… he’s mad actually,” he whispered. You snuck a glance in, hopefully, without him noticing. “Nah, I think that’s just his face to be honest,” you whispered back. You were very thankful to have Ace and Deuce looking out for you, even if they did lie to you and set you up with Sebek.

As the next song started, you recognized it. Somehow they had gotten music from your own world in Twisted Wonderland. Sebek grabbed your hand, taking you away from your current dance partner. “Sebek, you want to dance again? I thought you only did it for orchestral numbers,” you said teasingly. Sebek smiled at you, a genuine smile. In that moment, you wished you could see it more often, for it was more flawless than you could have imagined. “I do prefer orchestral numbers, but I like this song,” he said. The song playing was Hero by Enrique Iglesias. You’d be lying if you said it wasn’t one of your own favorite songs.

You two started to dance again, Sebek leading once more. Something felt different this time though. His one hand on your waist and his other in your hand felt warm and inviting. Your brain was telling you that the song is what was making this feel more intimate than it was. You two danced to the song, feeling like the sounds around you were drowned out by the music playing as you looked into Sebek’s eyes. You playfully sang the song to him. “Would you swear that you'll always be mine? Or would you lie? Would you run and hide?” you sang to him. He flusteredly looked away, avoiding eye contact once again. “What’s wrong, Sebek? You don’t want to be my hero?” you laughed as you laid your head on his chest as the song continued to play. Through the sounds of the people around you chatting and the music playing, you almost thought you heard him breathe “No, I do.” You brushed it off as your mind playing tricks on you. This is Sebek, not NRC’s greatest bachelor. You continued to dance with your head laying on his broad chest, it was surprisingly very comfortable.

As the music faded and the song ended, you looked up at Sebek. “You’re a good dancer, Sebek. You take lessons?” you said playfully. Sebek chuckled as you two stopped swaying. “Yes, I actually had to take quite a few dance classes under Master Lilia’s recommendation. He said ‘A knight will never know when he has to dance. He must be ready,’” he hummed. You looked around the prom, the amount of people present was much less than the start of the night. “Should we head home? It looks like most people have already headed out,” you said. Sebek looked around the room as well, still holding your hand. “If you would like to leave for the night, I do not mind going now,” he said looking at you. His eyes were softer, you could tell something was melting the ice cold wall he had to shut others out.

“Okay,” you whispered as he began to lead you to the front doors. He assisted once more in helping you into the carriage before getting in himself. You could see the sky above you being taken over by darker clouds overhead as you looked out the carriage window on your way back. Sebek must’ve also been looking out his own window. “It appears that it is going to storm,” he said to himself. “Yeah,” you said looking at him. “I hope you can get home safely. I know it’s not too far, but still.” Sebek locked eyes with you for a moment before looking down at his hands. “Yes, of course. I think the carriage can get me home safely. I’m not too concerned about thunder or lightning storms,” he said with a small chuckle. “Ah, here we are,” he said as the carriage stopped and he opened the door. You crawled over to his side, taking his hand to help you out.

You both walked to the front door, the silence louder than ever. Sebek stopped in front of your door looking aimlessly around the dorm. “Well,... thank you for tonight, Sebek. I had a wonderful time,” you said quietly as you twiddle your fingers. “I am pleased to hear you had a wonderful night, Y/N. Thank you for having me as your date,” he said, giving a small bow to you. Him saying your name made your heart skip a beat. The entire time he had known you, including all of tonight, he had just called you prefect. After he bowed, the awkward silence set in once more. Neither of you knew what to really say, but you felt the rain starting to drop. You took it as a sign to go inside so he could leave before the weather was too bad. “Okay, well goodnight, Sebek. I will see you tomorrow, I guess?” you said in an unsure tone as you unlocked the dorm door. “Yes, of course. I will see you then,” he said as he turned to go back to the carriage. Once inside your dorm, you shut the door behind you. Leaning your back on the door and sliding down it to the floor. Everything tonight felt right in all the best ways, but reading Sebek’s emotions was hard. He never gave you much to work with, so there was no way to really tell what he was thinking.

You could hear the rain outside the door starting to pour. You hoped that the sounds of the rain and thunder would drown out the increased beating you could hear your heart doing as you thought about your night with Sebek. Hopefully he gets to Diasomnia in one piece. The last thing you wanted was to hear about some freak accident that happened to him on your way home. The sound of three quiet knocks on the door made you jump. It was too late at night for you to have visitors, Crowley would be upset if he knew you had company over past curfew. You got up from the floor to open the door.

You opened the creaky door slowly, not knowing what to expect. What you weren’t expecting was to see a drenched Sebek standing in your doorway. “Sebek?! What are you still doing here? I thought you left? Why are you just standing in the rain?” you said, trying to pull him inside from the rain. The moment you grabbed his hand, a light switch went off in his head. He met you halfway into your pull and grabbed your face to drag you in for a kiss. He pressed his lips to yours, the water drops from his hair falling onto your face. You could feel his passion behind this kiss. There was no guessing how he felt now or what he was thinking. You reciprocated his kiss, trying to shut the door with a free hand so the cold, rainy air would stop coming inside. The two of you shared the kiss for a while, your lips both pressing hard against each other’s.

Sebek pulled his face away from yours, staring back at you with the softest expression you had seen yet. You could look into his eyes and see how content he was in this moment. “Sebek?” you whispered. He was still holding your face, looking down at you. “I’m sorry, Y/N, I- I just have wanted to kiss you all night.. I didn’t want to leave without doing so,” he sighed. You stared back at him for a moment before saying anything. “Can we… talk about this in the morning, maybe?” you asked hesitantly. “Yes, I’m sorry. I apologize if it was too forward and you don’t feel the same,” he said, letting go of your face. “No, it’s not that. I just- tonight has been a lot. So I think it is better to talk about this tomorrow,” you said.

“Of course,” Sebek said as he went to open the door. “I shall speak with you about it tomor-” He stopped as he opened the door and looked outside. The carriage had left him. You looked past his shoulder to see what made him stop in his tracks. “Sebek,.. you can’t walk home in this rain. I won’t let you,” you said behind him. “You can stay here, I don’t mind. You can even have my bed if you want to.” Sebek scoffed at the suggestion. “I would never forgive myself if I allowed you to sleep anywhere other than your bed in your own home for my sake,” he said sternly. “I will sleep on the couch. You will stay in your normal sleeping quarters for the night.”

“Your clothes are also drenched, do you want me to rummage through the drawers and see if I can find anything for you? Surely there is something that would work,” you said walking towards your stairs to go upstairs to your room. “That would be nice, Y/N. If not then I will just have to cope with the clothes until they are dried,” he said sitting on the couch and unbuttoning his tux jacket. You went upstairs and rummaged through all the drawers you could find. The only thing you found that would maybe fit Sebek was an old tshirt from god knows how long ago. He was too tall and too built for anything else. While upstairs, you took the chance to get out of your own outfit. Making sure you gently took it off and neatly tucked it away on the dresser, a gentle reminder to yourself to take it to dry cleaning before returning to Vil.

You came downstairs to find Sebek still on the couch, but he had already stripped off his tuxedo jacket and the button up underneath it. The soft light coming in from outside the windows was the only light in the room. The light hit softly on his back, just enough for you to make out the faint silhouette of it. “Here, Sebek, this is all I could find,” you said as you handed him the shirt in your hands. “Thank you,” he said as he turned his head to look at you. He pulled the shirt over his head. “It’s… a little tight, but it is not unbearable. Wearing it is only for tonight as well, it will do,” he said tugging at it to see how stretchy it was.

“I will go get you some blankets and stuff,” you said as you scurried to the hallway closet. You pulled out a few blankets and pillows for him to use for the night. Hopefully they would suffice, they were nothing in comparison to the nice, extravagant things he had at Diasomnia. You walked to the front side of the couch this time and handed them to him. His eyes locked with yours as he took them from you. In the low light, his eyes were almost reflective. “Thank you, Y/N,” he said, his gaze made you feel like there was something else he wanted to say. “I’ll see you in the morning, okay?” you said quietly. “Yes, in the morning,” he said before you walked away to go back upstairs.

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Summary: Gilly has always known you were the one. Even when he pushed you away. For years he tortured himself until one day you came back home to Santo Padre to stay. As always 18+, general themes of the show.

Word Count: 1.6K

"So you gonna get the balls to ask her out or what?" inquired Coco as he slid into the chair next to Gilly who had been watching you play pool with Angel. Gilly sighed as he took a drink of his beer. "I don't know that I deserve her man. Not after how I ended things" he replied remorsefully. "I mean she seems like the forgiving type. Boy Scout and Angel broke that Snowman thing her mama got her and she forgave them. Not like you beat the shit out of her or something heinous" shrugged Coco as he fixed his gaze on his best friend.

Gilly pondered the events of the last few weeks. Coco had a fair point about your forgiving nature. Though he still couldn't look back on that fateful day he had up ended both your lives and not feel like an ogre. "You spent over three grand on a snowman. Don't act like she's not special. We all see it man. Forgive yourself for being an idiot and then get your girl" Coco stated firmly before casting a look over to where you and Angel were laughing. "If you don't make your move soon. One of us will have too" he added with a grin. "None of you are man enough for her" snapped Gilly his eyes flashing with anger at the idea of one of his brothers putting moves on you.

"Simmer down" muttered Coco as he laughed at how easily Gilly had been riled. "Seriously though. We all like her man. She fits in well. Like she's always been around. Gilly rolled his eyes "You just like the free food Coco". Coco shrugged before standing up. "What can I say I'm a simple man. Gilly laughed loudly "Simple is right".

The next morning Gilly woke up with you on his mind. Which wasn't unusual but this time he could feel your presence like you were next to him in his bed. He rolled over breathing deeply into the pillow and could almost make out your scent. The conversation last night with Coco had only spurred his feelings on. He knew he needed to tell you he still had feelings for you. That he had never stopped but he was unsure if you would be accepting. Had too much time passed for him to make amends? Yes you had let him back into your life but he could still feel a wall between the two of you that he wasn't sure he could break through. He got dressed quickly knowing he needed to make a couple stops before he went over to your house.

***

Gilly kneeled down in front of the headstone and pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket and dusted it off. He then put the wildflower bouquet into the vase next to it before taking a deep breath. He was more nervous then he expected given that he had been doing this routine every week for several months and speaking to the dead wasn't unusual for him.

"Morning Mama Kay" he uttered as he cleared his throat. "Your little girl is still doing fine, I know you know that" he chuckled to himself. "She sure misses ya a lot. I do too. You always saw the good in me and were the only adult who gave a damn about me. You gave me a sanctuary from war zone I was born into. I hope you know how thankful I was growing up." A burst of wind pushed at him out of no where. "Alright, alright no need to shove" Gilly mumbled as he put his hands up in defeat.

"I guess what I came here to say is I am gonna finally ask her to give me a second chance. I know I don't deserve one and honestly she is still too good for me. I know my lifestyle is.....dangerous but I promise you I would never let anything happen to her." Gilly paused as he collected his thoughts trying to stop the rambling. He could hear Mama Kay's voice telling him to get to the point. Gilly took a deep breath then turned his face up to the sky. " I'm ready to be the man she needs and I just want to know if that is okay with you?" blurted Gilly as he bowed his head and closed his eyes. Several minutes passed before he felt a gentle warmth brush his cheek. "Thank you Mama Kay" he whispered before kissing the headstone and getting up to head back to his bike.

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Gilly sat waiting for your answer. You nodded and looked down at your mug of tea as you considered what Gilly had told you. The difference of this conversation versus the one that gutted you was not lost on you. He had laid all his cards on the table. He could only hope you had forgiven him for being a dumb kid all those years ago when he had broken up with you hours before getting on a plane for his first deployment. He had been in love with you since that first crooked smile you had flashed his way in eight grade. By your freshmen year the two of you were a couple and glued to each others sides through high school and your first two years of college.

He did his best to tell you he was not the right man for you and never would be. That he could never provide you the life you wanted and deserved. He remembered almost giving in when you dropped to your knees into the dirt and gravel latching onto his pant leg as you pleaded with him. You told him how much he meant to you and that you loved him and wanted only him forever. You denied his words that he wasn't enough or good enough for your love. The tears poured down your face and the urge to wipe them away was overwhelming. He choked back his own sob as he pried you off him and picked you up.

Squeezing your arms just enough to quiet your sobs he drove the final nail home. "Tell me why you can't get it through your head I don't want you any more" he had asked you. He watched every emotion play across your face before you quietly asked "Why? Why are you being so cruel?" He never gave you an answer he just simply let you go and turned his back on you. Your sobs echoed in his head every night as he recalled getting in his car and driving away.

You didn't know this but he only got a half mile down the road before he was sobbing himself. He was only going to stay in the military for so long but each time he set foot on U.S soil his actions hit him like a ton of bricks all over again. He could only blame himself for his loneliness. Which is why he had reached out to Mama Kay. Wanting to feel a connection back home but also wanting to see how you were doing. He had been pleased to get a letter back that was full of warmth, love and a photo of the two of you.

Reaching across the table you took his hand in yours and swallowed hard. If this was going to work you were going to have to tell him a secret that you had harbored all these years. That you had banned your mother from telling him as well once you realized they had reconnected. Gilly watched you closely and held his breath as he watched two tears trail down your cheeks. "I never stopped loving you Gilly. You were always the one for me too. I want to try again too" you started as he smiled happily at you.

"I need to tell you something though first". You were getting ready to hurt him and you hated yourself for it. "I was pregnant." you whispered as you looked down at the table unable to see the pain crush the bear of a man in front of you. Gilly felt like a train had ran him over as his brain rushed to understand. The implication of your words hit him. Not only had he left you while you were in a vulnerable state but something had happened as well. Gilly blinked back tears. Monsters don't get to grieve he thought to himself.

You tensed as you heard Gilly get up from his chair and your heart dropped. You were losing him again. Sobs wracked your body as you felt the pain of both losses all over again. "Shhhh. Its okay" murmured Gilly as he knelt next to you grabbing your hands in his. "I'm not going anywhere. Right here is where I want to be" he added as you cried into his shoulder.

After a few moments you had calmed down some. Gilly carefully used his thumb to brush the lingering tears from your face. "May I ask what happened?' he asked quietly as he met your eyes. You simply nodded as your heart clenched and your stomach rolled at the memory. "I was depressed, scared and angry. The pregnancy was so extremely difficult and we were high risk on top of everything. I was bedridden for most of it in the hopes not working and such would help with the stress and symptoms.

I went into labor too early still, ended up going into cardiac arrest and she didn't make it. She was a tiny little thing and she fought like hell to live but...." you stated just shaking your head as the memories played in your mind. The whirring of machines, panic stricken faces, yelling nurses and doctors as they tried to save both of you. Then the darkness came as you started to fade away. The next thing you remember was waking up to your Mama praying over you as she squeezed your hands.

"I'm so sorry. I know it doesn't mean anything and it won't fix what happened or fix the pain" stated Gilly as he caressed your cheek gently. "This news doesn't change how I feel about you though. I hope you know that". "I will always regret what I did and that I wasn't here for you.

You closed your eyes as you leaned into the tender caresses letting his words wash over you. "I've felt like a failure for so long Gilly. Couldn't keep my man, couldn't be pregnant correctly, couldn't keep my baby alive. I felt like I was never suppose to know love, kindness or grace. Mama always told me I was wrong. She always talked highly of you." you murmured as you thought back onto some of your moms last words.

"Gilly was a scared boy who made a mistake. We all make mistakes. Its how you fix a mistake that matters.

"Your mama was something special. Just like you" replied Gilly as he smiled before leaning forward and gently placing a kiss on your lips. "Let me love you and cherish until death knocks for us" he whispered as he pulled back slightly. "I love you" you murmured before meeting his lips again.

***

Kneeling down at the tiny bear shaped tombstone you gently cleaned away the dirt and weeds as your hands shook slightly. "Sofia, my sweet angel. I want you to finally meet your daddy" you murmured as you looked up at Gilly who had tears in his eyes. "Hi, sweetie. I'm sorry I wasn't there when you needed me the most." stated Gilly as he moved to his knees and laid a bouquet of flowers down before kissing the tombstone.

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theblackhate · 6 days

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Hi! Could you write a Carlisle x Fem! Or GN! Reader in which Carlisle knows that he and reader are mates but he doesn’t know just how to explain it to reader without freaking her out? It can be angsty or fluffy.

You don’t have to if you don’t want to but thank you for reading this💖

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yes, no problem at all!

You're my half | Carlisle Cullen

Pairing: Carlisle Cullen x reader

Warnings: angsty with happy ending, post new moon.

Word count: 1.2k

It was once again that I found myself standing in front of his house, even after struggling to accept his true nature. For the first few months, I couldn't even bear to watch him at work, trying my best to avoid him.

But it was only when he disappeared for months without telling anyone that I realized how important he was to me; I missed his touch, his cold lips on mine, and his gentle caress that I never would have connected to a vampire.

I hid my trembling hands in the pockets of my jacket, trying not to show my anxiety. He had called me, saying he needed to talk to me about something very important and fundamental to our relationship.

I didn't even have time to knock on the door before Carlisle appeared before me in all his beauty. He became more beautiful every time I saw him, like an angel with his blond hair, pale skin, and flawless complexion like porcelain.

The first time we met, I already knew what our destiny would be; it was a strange sensation, I had never felt something so strong for someone I didn't even know.

"Hello, sweetheart," he moved aside to let me in, placing a hand on my back to guide me into the living room. "How was work today?"

He kissed the top of my head gently. "Good, dear. Donna was so worried about your absence," I said sarcastically, mentioning the nurse who continuously flirted with Carlisle in the hospital as if I weren't standing right there.

Carlisle chuckled. "Forget about her. You're here, and you're the only woman I want."

He said the last part with a slightly melancholic look, which made me worry a bit. It took me a moment to notice his unusual demeanor; he seemed a bit distant, and within me, a fear grew that he might leave again.

"Come here," he took my hands and led me to the couch, sitting down beside me. "There's something important I need to talk to you about, love."

Was he going to leave me?

I settled on his couch, watching him carefully, seeing him for the first time in distress. He always had the right words, ready to talk about anything with anyone without any trouble, yet now he seemed troubled.

I remained silent, patiently waiting for him to speak. He averted his gaze from my eyes, looking down at his now free hands, fidgeting nervously.

"I honestly don't know how to begin… It's complicated for me, for us, and I wouldn't want you to feel obligated to stay with me," he started, his voice hesitant.

"What do you mean, Carlisle? Has something happened?" My voice must have been filled with concern because Carlisle lifted his eyes to meet mine, smiling slightly and taking my hands in his.

"No, sweetheart, nothing has happened," he reassured me, massaging the back of my hand with his thumb. "You know, remember, the first time we met?"

I looked at him, puzzled. "Uh, yes, very well," I chuckled. "Why?"

Carlisle sighed, though he didn't really need to. "Do you remember what you felt? What you still feel for me?"

"Where are you going with this?" He was only confusing me more.

He looked away again, his gaze shifting elsewhere. "It wasn't a coincidence, it wasn't the typical love-at-first-sight that everyone talks about, but it has something to do with my nature."

I continued to watch him, nervous and perhaps a bit uncomfortable on the couch. He was making me worry; I had never seen him like this, not even when he confessed to being a vampire.

"We vampires, living for eternity, need someone to be with us for eternity. To not be alone. Each of us has someone out there in the world who is like a lifelong companion, a mate."

I didn't understand where he was going with this, I couldn't see where the problem lay.

"And you are that person for me," his voice was low, almost a whisper, and my confusion deepened. I was happy for him, especially if I was that person.

Then I realized that if I was that person, his mate, he would have to turn me to stay with me. I could die at any moment, even returning home after this conversation.

"So, uh, you'll have to-"

"No, if you don't want to, it's fine," he interrupted hastily. "But that's not what I wanted you to understand. It's reciprocal, as you are my mate, I am yours, and…"

"And?" I became impatient, perhaps finally understanding what he was trying to tell me.

"I'm sorry for making you call off the wedding with Thomas, it wasn't my intention. I tried to stay away from you as much as possible knowing you were engaged, I didn't want to ruin your life."

The realization of what he had just told me hit me like a slap in the face; now it all made sense, there was an explanation for why all the feelings I had for Thomas had vanished into thin air after years of engagement.

It had been him, unconsciously, but it had been him.

I let go of his hands, drawing them back and rising from the couch to walk around a bit. I needed to relax; my heart was pounding in my chest like crazy. It couldn't be possible.

I loved Carlisle, but before him, I would have had a perfect life. I would have gotten married, grown old with grandchildren running around my house, and died knowing I had lived my life to the fullest, with Thomas.

But with Carlisle, oh things would be very different. My life had been turned upside down; I would have to stop living to have a happy life with him. I wouldn't have what I had grown to love.

"Love…" Carlisle tried to take my hand to pull me closer, but I stepped aside.

"Uh, no, give me a moment."

"I'm sorry, I tried to keep you away," his voice was full of sadness as he looked at me, also standing now.

I felt manipulated in a way, but at the same time, I couldn't bring myself to be angry with Carlisle; it wasn't his fault, and I loved him too much to see him in a different light.

He remained still, watching me until my heartbeat calmed down and my thoughts stopped racing in my head. As much as I hated that I left Thomas because of Carlisle, I couldn't imagine a different future now.

I had learned to love the man before me, to accept the fact that he was different from me and that his family was anything but normal. Carlisle was there for me; he would do anything for me, and I would do the same for him.

I looked into his eyes before stepping closer to him, letting myself be enveloped by his arms. I closed my eyes against his chest, listening to the silence caused by the absence of a heartbeat.

"I wouldn't change anything if I could go back," I said softly.

He kissed me on the forehead. "I love you," he whispered into my hair.

"I love you too, Carlisle."

#carlisle cullen #carlisle cullen x reader #carlisle cullen angst #carlisle cullen fluff #twilight oneshot #twilight imagine

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shanksbaby · 11 months

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req from @aelynaneedsalottathing:

Love the trope where the s/o tried to escape but always failed, like it's not mutual love, not a toxic relationship where each side are bad for the other. A bit like a thriller or horror movie

Shanks

yandere themes

you honestly don't remember how long you've been locked up in the room of Shanks, one of the four emperors. At first you were also attracted to her pretty face (and yes, status too), but it was a simple attraction, it wasn't love.

he will have understood one thing for another because he kidnapped you against your will from your family and brought you on his ship. Your family members watched the scene helplessly as Red had influence over that territory and could not in any way go against him.

since then you've tried to escape every chance you got.

the first time you did it was just after the ship anchored in another island, but soon you were discovered, and Shanks picked you up with you trying to squirm as hard as you could, and carried you back on the ship. Locking you in his room.

"Honey, I hate doing this to you, you know that?" he said

every time you ran away he always got you, you tried any way you could think of but you never succeeded. Sometimes your escape lasted a few minutes, other times you were able to escape for a quarter of an hour. But the ending is always the same: you getting caught.

he is not a violent man, and therefore he has never "punished" you, never raised a hand to you or deprived you of anything. Indeed, he was also very kind towards you, and perhaps too affectionate for your tastes.

Shanks didn't mean to hurt you, he just felt you were safer around him, even if it meant his darling might hate him. He would then work on that.

you have also tried to seduce him, to tell him how grateful you are for what he does for you and how much you love him. You even kissed him. All this to distract him and then escape. But it didn't work because unfortunately, if he wasn't watching over you, his companions did.

in short, you tried in every way to get back free but you never succeeded, the hope you possessed before has vanished. What's the point of running away if after five minutes he finds you? Among other things, in recent times you haven't made many stops on earth so if you had escaped where would you have gone?

Shanks also made you eat a piece of fruit to make sure you can't escape into the sea.

and lately he's also spending more time in his room with you. Apparently he misses you and then he wants to keep an eye on you more, he likes to lie on your lap and therefore you find yourself forced to stay in that position for hours. Sometimes he also requests massages on his head.

so you are in a loophole. No matter what plan you concoct, you will always be hooked. Might as well adapt to the situation.

#shanks x gn reader #op shanks #shanks x you #red haired shanks #shanks #akagami no shanks #shanks x reader #shanks one piece #one piece fanart #shanks x oc #shanks icons #one piece x gn reader #one piece #one piece x you #one piece x reader #one piece x y/n

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itcanbegoodagain · 9 months

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how about peeta comforts katniss after a birthday call from her mother or gale

holy shit, i totally forgot i had this in my drafts. i am so sorry!!! enjoy <3

1195 words. mild, mild sexy times. more fade to black than anything.

The phone that rests in our study, used more frequently now with the calls to Dr. Aurelius and Peeta's conversations with Annie, chirps out its bright tone. I take one last sip of tea, standing as I do.

Peeta grins at me, saying, "It must be for you."

I roll my eyes at him. "You think?"

"No need to be a smartass," he calls, leaning into my touch as I gently run my hand over his hair as I pass.

"You were first!" I shoot back as I reach the doorway. My pace quickens a bit, fearing the phone will stop ringing before I can pick it up.

When I reach the desk, I lean over and grab the receiver. "Hello?" I ask, sliding around to sit and angling myself to see out the window. Haymitch's geese are flocking around him as he doles out their food, and I bite back a grin as he curses at one for nipping at him.

"Hi Katniss," my mother's voice floats through the receiver, and the smile I was holding back fades away. "How are you?"

"Mom," I start, "Hey. I'm doing well. Just enjoying the day with Peeta. We'll probably have Haymitch over for dinner." I don't tell her that we've just returned from the lake, where we trekked last night to watch the sunrise this morning. We spent the morning in companionable silence; Peeta painted as I swam.

I can hear the soft, sad smile in her voice as she replies, "That sounds wonderful." There's a brief pause, and I know I'm not going to be the one who breaks it. I gnaw on my thumb nail. "I wanted to - well, say happy birthday, honey. It's not everyday your daughter turns twenty-five."

A small pang hits my chest, but not as severely as it might have in the past. Her daughter. Not the eldest of the two, but only one. "Yeah," I manage. "Who'd have thought I'd make it here?"

Ouch. I wince as it comes out, knowing that it's better for me not to say or think those things. "Mom, I didn't mean that. I'm sorry."

"Don't be," she says softly. "You've been through more than anyone should at your age. I'm glad to hear you're healing."

A lump forms in my throat, and it takes me a moment to speak around it. "Me too."

"I'm proud of you," she continues. "For finding a life for yourself and surrounding it with people who love you. Who you love. Prim would be... she would be beyond happy for you. Proud, too. So would your father."

The last sentence comes out so quietly that I almost miss it. Now, I'm truly in danger of crying, so I don't say anything.

"Katniss?" my mom asks. "Are you still there?"

"Yeah," I get out. "Yes." My chest feels like it's going to implode. They should both be here -- all three of them should be here with me. Instead, it's me, Peeta, and Haymitch, this little family I've carved out for myself.

"You don't have to say anything to that, okay? I just wanted you to hear it." She pauses again. "I don't want to keep you too long, but I wanted to call and say happy birthday, and that I love you. Enjoy your day."

"I will," I whisper. "Thank you. I love you too."

"Tell Peeta and Haymitch I say hello."

"I will," I say again, but the line has already clicked dead.

My hand shakes as I return the phone to its place, and I let my eyes fall shut. I take a deep breath in, hold it, then release it. I repeat this a couple more times, and slowly, my composure begins to return.

When tears no longer threaten to make an appearance, I return to the living room. Peeta isn't here anymore, so I grab my thick strand of yarn, fiddling with it as I walk to the slight sounds coming from the kitchen. Peeta is pulling things from the pantry, beginning lunch preparations.

"My mother called," I say quietly. "She says hello."

He stops, setting down what he's holding. Then he takes a few slow steps over and wraps his arms around my waist, stooping just a bit to do so. He holds me so tight, so fiercely, and lifts me off my feet as he straightens back up.

The steadiness of his heartbeat against my own is reassuring. I can feel the tension seeping out of my bones.

My arms are wound tight around his neck, my face buried within them, so it's hard to hear myself when I tell him that I'm okay.

He presses a kiss to the closest part of me he can reach, which happens to be my shoulder, and whispers, "I know."

We stay like that for a minute or two, then Peeta puts me down. He rests his hand on the side of my face, and his thumb runs one swipe along my cheekbone before he returns to lunch preparations.

"Would you like to make the salad or ready the rabbit?"

"The salad," I reply. This will keep my hands busy. I wash them as Peeta measures out the ingredients for my favorite: cheese buns.

We fall into the comfortable routine of making a meal together, and this, too, helps calm me. This is familiar.

"My mother talked about Prim and my father. Said they'd be proud of me," I tell the carrot I'm chopping.

"They would be," Peeta replies. "Absolutely."

"I hope so," I murmur. I don't like admitting it, but these days, I sometimes am proud, too. Life threw everything horrible at me it could, and then some, and here I am, alive, still able to make a peaceful meal with my husband.

A rush of gratitude for what I have hits me, and I pull Peeta into another hug. "Thank you for being here with me. My life is best with you in it."

"You are my life," he whispers. "And everything good about it."

I pull back to look at him, and the love radiating from his eyes is obvious. I kiss him, watching as those beautiful eyes fall shut just before mine do. It's a good thing neither of us had started on the stovetop, seeing as lunch preparations are forgotten for the time being.

He takes me to the couch, touching and whispering love onto every part of my body. It's slow, and gentle, and reminds me that I'm alive. Reminds me that I have a life to live that's no longer clouded with fear and danger. That I can cook with my husband and have sex on our couch and enjoy every moment of it without guilt.

"I love you. I'm grateful for you," I tell him, moving my hips slowly against his. Kiss his mouth, then repeat my love into it until words no longer form on my tongue.

Later, as we are pulling our clothes back on, we get another call. This time, it's Haymitch.

"Are we still doing dinner tonight?" He asks without greeting.

I smile. "Yes, be here at six."

"Alright. Happy birthday, sweetheart."

#katniss everdeen #everlark is superior in every way always #peeta mellark #the hunger games #everlark #haymitch abernathy #katniss's birthday

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fallout4-reacts · 10 months

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How about the fo4 companions (including DLC companions) reacting to a S.S. who was an Ex-Paladin for the BOS and had killed their team after being ordered to kill a synth child and went AWOL, taking the child under their care as a backstory?

I didn't do Ada or Longfellow because I didn't get to know them very well. We can imagine Ada didn't really give a shit and Longfellow just accepted it. He is old, he has wisdom... and he is probably drunk (for all I know of him)

Cait : "Bad-ass! I couldn't do better myself, kids not kids. But I take it's a warnin'. Dinnae violate yer morality by...not touchin' a child?"

Codsworth : "So this is what you were doing the entire time you were missing?"

"Yes. I was on the Capital side. I was completely disoriented after what happened to Nate/Nora. I had no idea what to do. And I couldn't bear seeing all I knew... altered in that way. I continued walking towards the capital without pausing. I couldn't find anything better on the road, so I decided to join the BoS. Seek out a place to live and some semblance of civilization. But they're all monsters in the end."

"Except for Danse..."

Sole tries to hide their smile, but they shake their heads and return to their solemnity.

"However, the reason I'm talking to you today is that my responsibilities as a General are taking up more and more of my time. I frequently put myself in dangerous situations. Also, the closer I go to the Institute, the more scared I am of never returning. I would not want my other child to be abandoned or without means."

"Do you still have him with you?"

"I hid him close to Sanctuary. I try to see him as much as possible, but it's becoming increasingly difficult. He requires a healthy environment, and Sanctuary has transformed into a haven of peace and tolerance..."

"Don't say anything else! I'd be delighted to look after this little one while you're away! We will always be at home to greet you back."

Sole expected nothing less from their butler, but seeing his joy warms their heart. The child does require a stable environment. Besides, having a location to return to and be welcomed back would be great for them.

Curie : "How dreadful. Betraying your vows by having to kill all of these individuals. Please be sure that I understand. But betraying a vow must be horrifying."

Sole sighs. Curie is only familiar with Hippocrates' oath. They are well aware that the synth cannot consider betraying it. But they appreciate how she handled the story. After all, these murders and betrayals have been weighing on them for a long time, and it feels nice to finally have someone to talk to.

Danse (Post BB) : "This story was told from time to time in the dorms. But I never imagined it was true, and I never suspected for a second that it was you. I now have a better understanding of your situation. But how is it that Maxson has never had a doubt? And why are you back?"

"It was another era, another time. They had not yet performed ADN testing, so how could they have known? And I needed the BoS to get into the Institute. But if you want a completely honest response, they are simply incredibly stupid."

"I recognize it now."

Deacon (romanced) : There were always moments. Sole vanished from his radar for a few days, then reappeared. They were impossible to trace. He now understands. Sole would never have allowed them to be followed in order to expose the location of this synth child's hiding place. And Deacon has more admiration than ever for this person to whom he has now dedicated his life.

Dogmeat : Love the child. Everything else is nonsense. It's a dog. He simply loves the child... and guards him like a mother wolf.

Elder Maxson (romanced) : Cade is formal. The soldier is the same. But how could it have taken him so long to identify them? How could his officer be so careless? He's not sure how to react now. To set an example, he must surely execute Sole immediately. But can he truly? He doesn't have a choice. As soon as Sole returns to the ship, he will arrest them and hand them over to a firing squad.

He doesn't have a choice...

But what if...

He makes an effort to think. He attempts to figure out who on his team could handle such a delicate mission for him. Then he finds out. Heylan, the scribe, came naturally in his mind. He is aware that she covered Danse. He had been aware of it, yet he accepted it since he himself was hesitant. Because a large part of him was hoping for a loophole in this tricky situation. Because he cared so much about Danse. And now, once again, a dossier in which his emotions and his responsibilities collide. Is this bad luck? When the scribe enters his quarters, he requests that she close the door behind her.

"This discussion never happened, and if you mention it, I will deny everything and you will face justice."

Haylen had not anticipated such a welcome. She was already worried about appearing before the Elder, her nerves had now reached new heights. But she nodded, waiting for what the leader of her organisation intended to do.

"You will return to the ground and follow Sole's trail, trying to find their allies and visiting their colonies. You must deliver a message from me: "I know, never come back."

Haylen cocks her head to the side, unsure, but she nods once more.

"Good, sir."

"Be really discreet. If you do not send this message before Sole returns to the airport, I will be forced to execute them. Do you realise the significance of what I'm asking?"

"Sir, yes. I completely understood."

"Danse trusted you, Sole trusted you, and so do I. Don't betray that trust."

"Never, sir."

And now all Maxson has to do is wait and hope. He did everything in his power. May fate now look after Sole.

Hancock : "Killing BoS? Help a child? And you were unwilling to brag about it?"

Sole frowns and shakes their head.

"There's more to it than that. I deserted my companions; I betrayed those who had placed their trust in me. They were under my command, and—

"You put your duties as they must be. This ends the debate. Is he all right, the kid?"

"Yes, yes, yes. He lives not far away. I hid him in... well, I hid him. I try to see him as frequently as possible."

Hancock's keen stare falls on them, becoming somber.

"Are you too afraid to tell me where he is?"

His friend, embarrassed, lowers their head.

"Understand! I… For so long, I've lived as a renegade, and I've kept our path hidden. It's difficult to put faith in anyone on this subject."

With a slight smile on his face, the mayor shakes his head.

"You've just pointed out your betrayal, your massacer, and its existence to me. It's odd that you paused right before asking me to send Fahrenheit to babysit."

"Pardon?" Sole and the bodyguard inquire.

"Yes, keeping him secure. So many sacrifices, why not give him a life worth saving?"

"Not in Goodneighbourhood! Never!"

"So what? Isn't this the town of outcasts and fugitives?"

Sole mulls on what Hancock has just said, but they sighs deeply.

"No. This is not the kind of life I want for him."

"So it's better to hide him?"

"I'm not sure, but your girlfriend doesn't appear to agree with your plans."

"Fah is my daughter, not my girlfriend."

Sole's eyes widen in disbelief. Hancock busts out laughing.

"A secret for a secret. Where do you plan on putting down roots, for the kid? I mean, seriously."

Gage : "What on earth does that have to do with conquering the Commonwealth?"

Sole grimace. That was something they should have expected. Gage is unconcerned about his last sock. The past is the past, the raiders are not children of the heart, and Gage's objectives are more essential than humans leaving by the side of the road. Sole does not and will never insist. But one day, like this, Gage returns to them, perplexed.

"You know, boss, I've been thinking about something. You betrayed your old patrol for a child who isn't even human. There may be children present when we invade the Commonwealth colonies. Are you sure you're not going to do it backwards?"

Sole's eyes widen in amazement. Then they softly shake their head and smile.

"No way, Gage, never."

But after that, their lieutenant was shot in the head the moment he turned his back.

MacCready : "Killing BoS and protecting a child synth. Yeah. You like risks, it’s twisted, but who am I to judge?"

He sighs and shrugs.

"Say, regarding the events in Vault 81... I hope you don't hold my view in the same regard, and that you're not planning to gut me in my sleep."

"Did you request that this child die? You were upset that I saved him, but you didn't ask for his death. That's not the same."

"No, I didn't... I didn't mind that you saved him! I'm disappointed that you didn't save yourself for whatever reason!"

MacCready is suddenly interested in his weapon, which he disassembles to lubricate the mechanism.

"However, I am not surprised. In fact, an imbecile capable of giving up healthcare in favor of a child's life may well debunk BoS without guilt in order to rescue one."

"It was my team..."

"That was the motto. The past is gone. Winlock and Barnes were both killed by me. You heard me; I don't pass judgement."

Nick Valentine (romanced) : He had a good time that evening. Conversations about the past, Sole in his arms, starry sky over their heads. But, for once, Sole didn't bring up the pre-war topic. They described this horrific event from their recent history nervously, almost fearfully.

"And the kid, what's he become?" The detective inquires flatly.

"Always safe and hidden. I try to pay him visits every few days. But I'm always worried that he'll be discovered."

Sole looks up to Nick, and he sees their anxiety. He strokes their cheek gently.

"Your secret is safe with me. I will never betray you. In the meanwhile, we'll consider where we can best place the child. Perhaps one of your settlements. I suppose he could be quiet at Sanctuary, and you could stop constantly glancing over your shoulder."

Sole's eyes are now bright with joy. They had already considered it, but because this secret had always been closely guarded, they frequently pondered if it was a poor idea without anybody else talking about it. The fact that Nick agrees with them gives them comfort. Yes, perhaps it's time for this poor child to resume his normal existence. And now that they're thinking about it, they're certain that Sanctuary would be the ideal location.

Piper : "Wow! What a tale! I'm not supporting genocide, but these Brotherhoods are viciously slaughtering anything that isn't like them."

"It was not a genocide."

"A slaughter? Don't try and tell me it wasn't a slaughter."

"Do you intend to write an article about this?"

"No! Absolutely not! I'm not stupid enough to put you and the boy in danger, and it could eventually lead to an open war with the Brotherhoods to expose to them that the Commonwealth Minutemen General is a former traitor to their organisation."

Sole gently shakes their head, a small smile on their lips. Piper's intelligence should never be underestimated. She comprehends things better than anybody else, and they were right to put their trust in her.

Preston : "But really, you had to kill these men back then?"

Sole sadly shakes their head.

"They refused to listen to reason. They'd track me down and kill me. I was his single chance to living a free and happy life. I had no choice."

The Colonel nodded slowly, his gaze fixed on the Prydwen.

"I see what you're saying. And I completely understand your distress at seeing this ship. Okay, if diplomatic visits are necessary, I will make them. Meanwhile, return this sad child to Sanctuary so he can have a decent home. It's a disgrace to keep him among the ruins, fearful, when we can give him a better future."

Sole can't keep a smile from appearing on their lips. They were completely right in telling Preston of everything.

Strong : “Boring. No need so much words. Protecting child. Good. Strong strong. Strong will protect child of human.”

Sole smiled slightly. It felt good to talk about it. And as usual, Strong’s simplistic philosophy reinforced their convictions. And now they have one more ally to protect their child.

X6-88 : Sole is sad now. They have since developed a trusting relationship with the Courser. They had placed their trust in his friendship. They assumed that X6 had progressed past certain phases of the Institute. That he had changed. So, they confided in him about everything. Their companion's reply did not take long. He demanded that Sole hand over the infant to the Institute. There have been relatively few synth children created, and they are extremely valuable for research advancement. Sole refused, as they had before refused to follow X6 in some "homework," but the Courser did not sweep the subject with the back of his hand this time. He made a threat against Sole. He threatened them, and everything about his demeanour indicated that he was serious. He stated thoroughly that it was the final straw. If Sole continued to refuse to behave in the Institute's best interests, they would be judged to have chosen to be an enemy. When Sole refused to cooperate, X6 opened fire, claiming that he didn't need Sole to find the child but couldn't afford to have them in his way. Sole is sad since they have to kill someone they thought a friend.

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genshrineimpact · 2 years

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⬙⤠ masterlist ⤝⬙

god of war! reader series ◇ character voicelines (script version)

(alternatively, the live version can be found here)

𐃆 Zhongli

| About [name]

Why, of course I know of [name]. I would hope that I know my spouse quite well, considering the time we've spent together. They might look cold at first, but if you continue to observe them for a while, you will see that they are an endearing person. Though their tone and expression might seem indifferent, there are certain ticks one will discover if they have a keen pair of eyes. They are a great joy to be around, I promise you. Why don't you drop by our abode some time, perhaps for dinner?

Hm, wonderful. I shall relay the good news to [name]. Ah, before that, just to be sure… you do not eat rocks nor blood, do you?

| About [deity_name]

You speak of the god of war, yes? I see you have done your research. Diligent as always, Traveler.

To answer your curiosity - yes, my dearest held this name prior to the rite of descension. They knew of my plan to step down as an archon, and agreed to spend the rest of our lives walking among mortals. So far, it seems like they are adjusting to it and enjoying it quite well. The other day, they enthused me about this new aromatic drink imported from Sumeru. It seems like the drink gave them a boost of energy and a rush of adrenaline just from a few sips-

Oh? You can't imagine them being enthusiastic about something? chuckle You see, it is quite simple. Their eyes will widen for about three to five millimeters. Their posture will hunch slightly, and their arms are likely to be moving in one way or another. Their voice pitch with increase, and their speech pattern will usually…

Ah… Dear me, my apologies. You look just like my companions whenever they feel that I have talked a little too much about my dearest. I suppose whenever it comes to them, I tend to go a little too… passionate, for most people's tastes.

| Rex Lapis and [deity_name]

laugh Well, that brings back memories. I suppose you heard of those tales while you were watching Miss Yun Jin's opera? Or perhaps it was the storytellers?

I cannot say that they are completely wrong - though some details have been quite… romanticized, or read into for a little too much.

For example, about giving pebbles to show a romantic interest in someone. I had not given it because I desired for them to 'have a piece of me to always be by their side'. I simply thought they were lovely to look at, and I wished to make them smile.

Although, their theory about how knives being exchanged upon a couple's union in marriage was almost accurate. To be completely precise, on our one thousand year anniversary, [name] gifted me with a crafted and personally blessed knife that can cut down a god. This was a gesture of faith and conviction. As the god of war, this was the best present they could have given me. I treasure the weapon to this day…. Ah, how nostalgic…

Hm? Are you interested in this weapon, Traveler? Haha, I'm afraid I cannot abide by your request this time. However, I can certainly ask [name] to perhaps bless a weapon of your preference. In their hands, even a dull blade can become a deadly weapon. I trust you will look after it with the utmost care and will refrain from using it for nefarious purposes.

| Xiao and [deity_name]

The young adepti certainly seems to look up to [name], does he not? I think there are certain things that make them connect on a spiritual level. For this, I couldn't be anything less than overjoyed. Though he might deny the notion of needing any sort of social interaction and personal interrelationship, I believe it is good for him to interact more with others, be it with mortals or adepti. Would you be so kind as to tell me about how he's doing, if you had the chance to visit Wangshu Inn recently?

| The sibling adepti

I see you've met the children. They're quite the interesting duo, aren't they? Fiercely loyal to a fault, too. How did your first meeting go? I hope they did not intimidate you - I promise they only mean well.

Oh? They told you to tell me that? Dear me, no matter how many centuries pass, it seems like I will never gain their complete trust. laugh I suppose they are feeling a little lonely. It is true that it has been a while since we last visited. I should plan for it with [name], then. Thank you for relaying their message.

| Hungry Ghost Festival

My apologies, I have a rather urgent business that requires my utmost attention. Could we perhaps reconvene at a later date?

| About the god of sun

Ah… Where did you hear about them?

I see. You visited Qingyun Peak, then… sigh

… Yes, as you surmised. The god of sun was [deity_name]'s closest companion, back when they were much younger. I'm afraid it is not my place to tell this story, however. The God of Sun, Invictus… This is quite a heavy topic for my dearest. Please, take great care in approaching them and when you ask about it, do not push them if they refuse to tell you. Perhaps in due time, they will recount the tale to you.

| About [name] 2

Speaking of [name], they have been subtly hinting to me that you are welcome to visit our abode anytime. It seems like you've helped them greatly the last time you met them. From the bottom of my heart, I thank you for your kindness. They tend to overexert themselves sometimes, despite knowing that doing so isn't good for them. sigh It is truly worrying.

Hm? You will help in watching over [name] whenever you see them, you say? chuckle Why, thank you. You are quite the kind soul, Traveler.

If you need some help on your commissions, please do not hesitate to ask for my help. I am quite confident I should be able to assist you in your quests.

| About [deity_name] 2

Their god form? Hm, it is truly a magnificent sight to witness. They command attention and exude power on the battlefield. Most of the time, their enemies do not dare to lock eyes with them, for they will only see the fierce glare of a tiger, and they will despair knowing that their life will end in vain.

Their beast form is such a wonder to behold, too. Though they do not use it as often, because of this fact also, it strikes the utmost mental damage whenever it is released upon the battleground. The way their white and black striped fur are tainted with blood strikes fear to the opposing soldiers yet raises the fighting spirit of their own army.

Oh, does your traveling companion find these descriptions too scary? My apologies, little one. But you do not need to worry; they are all but stories of the past. I do not foresee you will bear witness to such sights, unless danger threatens to destroy Liyue and the Qixing are unable to stop it.

𐃆 Xiao

| About [name]

Ah… Yes, I do know of them. What of it?

I would advise you to not bother them with your troubles. They have more important matters to attend to. If you truly need help, call me instead.

| About [deityName]

Do not speak of their name so casually. They are the spouse of Rex Lapis, so in Liyue you must refer to them as the Deity of Peace.

That expression… You do not think that the designation suits them, do you? You must have heard about the rumors. I assure you, while not all of them were lies, if you would just spend some time with them, you will realize that they are nothing as the malicious whispers of the mortals designed them to be.

One's past… might not be able to be erased, but one should not be defined by it. This is what they used to tell me. I would like to ask you to consider this when talking to them.

| About [name] 2

Huh? What is this?

cough … Haah. Eons have passed and still they insist on treating and referring to me as a "child". I assume they told you to make sure I ate all these mortal food, too? Hmph. Of course they would.

Wha- I did not say that I would not eat them! Hey- Traveler! Stop that floating companion of yours from stealing my food!

| About [deityName] 2

It was my honor to be able to serve under Rex Lapis and [deity_name] in the Archon War, until now. Though they have… rescinded their titles, it does not change what they have done to help me in the past. I will continue to fulfill my promise and my duty until my last breath, just as I will not take other masters aside from them for as long as the karmic debt has not consumed me entirely.

| Hungry Ghost Festival

Tsk. Is it already that time of the year?

You wish to know what the festival is about? Hm. I suppose you wouldn't know since it is a unique event of Liyue…

It is said that in the seventh month of the year, the connection between the realm of the living and the realm of the spirits wavers, so the spirit of the undead will rise up upon the lands. In order for the mortals to continue living without being disturbed, they would provide countless offerings and try to scare the ghosts away by organizing festivals that span for days.

… Although, in the end, the gifts and festivities itself does nothing to quell the wrath of the slaughtered.

| Rex Lapis and [deityName]

I believe the mortals have a specific phrase for this…. 'Match made in Celestia', or something to that line? It certainly resembles their relationship.

Huh? How so? sigh Just go around Liyue Harbor and ask the people there. You will understand soon enough.

| The sibling adepti

Ah, those kids. Are they still obstinately hovering over their former master, even now? Foolish ones who cannot even hold their promise… How impudent. They're a pair of overzealous troublemakers, that's what they are.

| About the God of Sun

I have heard about that name, but I believe they passed away a long time ago. Why the sudden interest?

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