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oleander-nin · 5 months

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Human Heater(Rottmnt x Reader Drabbles)

A/N, not important: All credit goes to @buggy-cj for the idea, I just wanted to write it because it's so cute! I'm also ignoring this was posted back in May. I started it, just never finished it. Sorry for skipping last weeks fic, I wasn't doing too hot. Hopefully I'm good to go now. Any criticism is welcome, constructive or not. This is supposed to be a gender neutral reader, so if I screwed up somewhere, please tell me.

-Ollie

Tw: None that I know of. If you see any, please tell me

Words: 2466

Summary: You're warm, and the Rise boys want to take advantage of it.

Mikey:

The movie droned on in the background, neither you nor your terrapin boyfriend paying much attention. Your focus is instead on him and the way his arms are wrapped around you, holding you close and keeping you against him. It was nice, being this glued to your boyfriend. His constant clinginess wasn’t a bother to you, even if he got too intense. He was always good at respecting your boundaries, backing off the moment you asked.

You feel him nuzzle his beak further into the back of your head, his eyes peering just over your hair so he could still see the movie if he so wanted. The action movie was the only thing illuminating you both in the moment, a soft light on your faces. Your eyes drift to the screen, watching Mikey’s father laugh loudly before starting to take on the twenty stunt doubles he was acting with.

“I still can’t believe that was your dad.” You grumble, taking another handful of popcorn. You look up to him, craning your neck so you can meet Mikey’s striking eyes. Mikey laughs at your puffed cheeks full of popcorn, his chest vibrating against your back. One of his arms snakes up to your head, lightly running his two forefingers through your hair as he presses a light kiss to your temple.

“Well you best believe it! My dad was the greatest ninja and actor the world’s ever seen!” His proud proclamation is punctuated with another kiss, his position shifting to be on top of you so he could use you as a pillow. He settles down with his chin on your chest, his arms wrapped around your torso lovingly.

“I think you’ve surpassed the greatest ninja thing by now, love.” You say with a grin, cupping his cheeks and pulling his face closer. Mikey melts in your hands, his expressive eyes letting you see every bit of love he holds for you. Mikey shakes his head, moving his face into one of your palms and kissing it softly.

“Considering he beats our tails every other week, I’d think he still holds the title.” Mikey chuckles. You roll your eyes and scoff, rubbing his cheeks as the movie plays in the background. Silence washes over the both of you as Mikey settles back down, his head turned towards the open laptop Mikey had balanced on a chair with some books. As you both watch the movie, you can feel your lower stomach tighten in discomfort, your eyes dropping accusingly to the half-empty bottle of soda set to your right. You lightly pat Mikey’s cheek, his eyes drifting to you with a questioning look.

“Can you let me up? I have to go to the restroom.” You say softly, propping yourself up on your elbows. Mikey juts out his bottom lip in an exaggerated pout, his pupils dilating while his chin is stuck firmly to your chest and his arms tightening on your torso.

“Can you wait for the movie to end?” He whines, burying his face into you. You snort, patting his head to try and get him to move.

“Sorry Mikey, I have to go. I’ll be right back though, I promise.” You lightly push at his head, making him blow against your shirt while he starts to stir.

“You’re so warm though, and I’m comfortable.” His complaints are theatrical, his head lolling to the side like you were sentencing him to the gallows instead of simply asking him to move. Despite his protests, he lets out an exaggerated groan and slowly rolls off you to let you up. You shift off the bed and scurry off, wanting to be able to crawl back into Mikey’s arms as quickly as you could.

Donnie:

The quiet clacking of the keyboard reverberated around the lab, adding a quiet percussion to soothe your thoughts. The warmer air of the lair was nice on your skin, a comforting feeling stripped away once you entered Donnie’s lab. It was always kept colder due to the sensitive equipment Donnie had acquired(stolen) over the years, but now that winter was here, the colder air seemed like you had just stepped back outside. You pull your jacket closer over your shoulders, debating zipping it up as you follow the sound Donnie was creating on his keyboard.

The sight of him curled up in his chair with his knees to his chest made you laugh soundlessly, his eyes focused and drawn eyebrows furrowed while he stares his computer down. Moving closer, you see he wasn’t working. A game is on his screen, the loud clacking of his keys coming from his violent spam of buttons as he fights the characters attempting to attack him with their pixelated weapons. You pull another chair up next to him, curling into yours in the same manner he had his own. His wayward glances showed you he knew you were there, but you both bask in the silence of each other. You wanted to lay your head on his shoulder as he plays, to get a small amount of heat transfer to your freezing cheeks, but you hold back.

His game seemed to be in his peak, a larger character coming onto the screen and making it virtually shake. If you laid on him now, his arm would be stunted, and he would most likely lose. You sulk as you sink further into your chair. Cuddles and warmth would have to wait. His screen flashes a few times as the game goes on, his character pulling out different weapons and healing items as the larger boss attempts to pummel him into the ground. You try not to laugh as Donnie starts to get frustrated with his game, his concentration breaking as he sits up more to heighten his button smashing. The screen flashes an end title, the mocking “GAME OVER” making Donnie grumble under his breath.

“My fingers were frozen.” Donnie mumbles out a defense, not meeting your eyes. You look at him, a bit confused at the random statement. His fingers didn’t look frozen, they were still intact and a bright green.

“What do you mean?” Your query gets Donnie to clear his throat, his cold hands cupping your slightly warmer ones. You shiver from the contact, a movement not gone unnoticed by the purple banded turtle.

“I lost because my hands are numb, dramatic sigh.” His voice gives off an over exaggerated flair of devastation, something that makes you start to laugh. He rolls his eyes at your chuckles, a disgruntled “scoff” accompanying his previous theatrics. “Laugh all you want, but I still lost.”

“Then turn the heat up.” You tease, rubbing his hands to try and warm them up more. Donnie shakes his head, his shoulders drooping.

“You know I can’t. I have a lot of sensitive equipment in here.” You smile softly at his defeated look, patting one of his hands in light sympathy. He sinks back into his chair, glaring at the still flashing end card. Amidst the clear annoyance on his face, he seems to perk up, an idea running through the cogs in his brain. Without saying a word, he leans over to your chair and scoops you into his arms, quickly depositing you into his lap before you can protest.

“Sit sideways,” He says quickly, his knees coming up and sliding you down into the divot of his waist. You fumble around a bit, doing as he says. You could feel his heart beating when you lean into him, his warm breath ghosting your neck while you both shift into a more comfortable position. He kisses his forehead, smiling softly.

“You could have used a blanket.” You mumble, clearly enjoying it despite your words as he starts his game back up to try again. Donnie shrugs, a smug grin settling on his features.

“You’re warmer.”

Raph:

The cushions of the beanbag are more comfortable than expected. When Raph first suggested laying in the living room on them, you were skeptical. With their dingy look, you doubted they would be a good place to sit, but they worked fine for what they were needed for. A small smile comes to your face as Raph buries himself farther into his own bean bag, his posture more relaxed than it had been all week. His eyes are lighter as he stares at the movie catalog, one arm absentmindedly patting around for the remote..

“Are you ready to watch the movie?” Raph asks, his hand finally finding the remote and starting to flick through the movies. You absentmindedly confirm his question, getting up as the microwave beeps to signal the popcorn being done. You can hear the clicking from the TV as Raph scrolls through the selections, his bean bag sometimes crying out in protest as he shifts. Returning with a large bowl of popcorn in your arms, you bypass your own bean bag. Raph notices, his gaze shifting so he could follow your movements with a curious eye.

You carefully sit down on Raph’s bean bag, making sure to be on the edge so you didn’t accidentally invade his personal space, as well as make sure he had the option to send you back to your own seat if he wanted. After a few moments of Raph staring at you, he shrugs and settles into his seat more, scooting over to make sure you have room. You smile, leaning into him and resting your head on his plastron. Raph jumps slightly, his eyes going wide as he looks down at you, a large cocky grin adorning your face.

“What are you- Oh… Oh you’re warm.” Raph reaches his arm around to scoot you closer, pressing you firmly against his chest. You situate yourself into a better position, letting your head loll over onto him. He snuggles into you as well, melting against you.

“Are you comfortable?" Raph asks softly, holding you close as he picks up the remote again to continue the movie night. You nod, grinning. The hardness of his plastron was surprisingly nice to rest on, although it might just be because of how tired you were. Keeping your head nestled just underneath the point seemed heavenly in the moment, although you wouldn't have complained even if it was a bit too hard. His brothers were finally out and you both had the lair to yourself for a movie night.

"Is that the movie you wanted?" You ask, watching curiously as the selection highlights a movie different to the ones Raph had been raving about wanting to see for the past week. Raph glances away from you, his arm pulling you closer.

"Raph thought you might prefer this one more."

"Raphael, put on the movie you wanted or I'm going back to my own bean bag."

Raph huffs at the playful threat, pushing you almost fully onto his chest in retaliation. A laugh bubbles from you as his face morphs into a light frown. Despite his newly fortified way of holding you, he still bypasses the movies he was hovering over before finding the ones he had been excited for, a wide from now on his face. As the opening sequence of the movie plays, Raph leans down to kiss the top of your head with a quiet "thank you". You pat his stomach twice, too entranced with the movie to respond.

Leo:

“You’re really warm.” Leo mumbles into your skin, his face pressed firm in your chest. His hold was still strong, not giving you much room for movement. You roll your eyes, rubbing your boyfriend's head softly and raking your nails over the soft scales.

“So I’ve been told.” You muse, a soft grin etched into your tired face. Leo mentioned it every time he corralled you into a cuddle session, weighing you down as he lays on you for hours. You didn’t mind, of course. Any time spent with your boyfriend was time well spent. At least, until you had somewhere to be. You didn’t have to leave for classes for another hour, but it would be better if you got up now to get ready. You were fighting to gain the will to push him away, liking watching Leo sink into you while his fingers drummed where they held you. His weight was comforting, keeping your body from really waking up as your eyes fight to close. It was a trap you really needed to fight out of soon.

“Leo,” You murmur, cupping his face at the cheeks. It was better to try and weasel away from him now, especially if you want enough time to go about your schedule. His eyes drift over to yours, a lazy smile on the terrapins face. “I really have to get up. I need to get ready.”

Leo’s smile morphs into an exaggerated pout, his arms quickly looping around your midsection as he squeezes you close. “But I’m cold.” He whines, trapping you under his body. “And you’re so warm. Can’t you stay a bit longer?”

You sigh, rubbing the back of his head tenderly. The young slider melts into you as his face disappears into your stomach, causing you to realize he really wasn’t letting go. You chew on the inside of your cheek. While you very well could demand him get off(and you knew he would listen, if begrudgingly), you weren’t sure you really wanted to. You continue to rub his head for a moment more, speaking up again in hopes he’d give up so you wouldn’t have to be firm. It wasn’t like you really wanted to get up either.

“Leo, please? I just need to go take a shower.” You pull his face up so he has to look at you, his eyes playful and light. He sticks his tongue out at you before rolling up, crushing you under his weight as you groan in defeat.

“All I’m hearing is that you want me to freeze.” His voice is muffled from being buried into your skin. His words vibrate against you and force you to stifle a laugh, your sides spasming from the accidental tickle. Leo picks his head up to look at you, a bright grin on his face. “However, if you really want to leave, I could be persuaded with a kiss.”

You laugh and lean in to meet his lips, kissing him softly to pay your toll of leaving. Leo lets his head fall into your stomach for a moment more before slipping off your stomach to curl into your side, letting you take a full breath now that his weight was off his chest. Finally free, you slip out of bed, tossing the blankets you left onto Leo and make your way out of the room to start your day.

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idontknowreallyidontcare · 5 months

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KÖNIG HC’S FOR MY KÖNIG GIRLS.

- I HC him as being definitely taller than your average man, but not his fanon height. Many people go with the narrative that he’s 6’10/2m 08cm’s, for what I understood this is a made up data, nowhere is it specified that he’s actually 6’10, so what I actually assign him is a height of 6’7, we know how Ghost is somewhere between 6’4/6’5 which it’s still pretty tall (1,89 cm), but we also know by comparing the models, that König is a bit taller, so I am kind of basing his height on this difference between him and Ghost. Also, knowing he could not be a sniper because of his height motivates me even more to think that he is indeed a guy bigger than your average. Again, it’s a personal HC, may or may not be shared, it’s not a canon attribute.

- As I already specified in some of my other posts, I view him as a clean individual, in a sense than he has a routine and will try to maintain it even on duty. Being at the barracks will not obstruct his routine, he washes his hair with shampoo and conditioner, he uses a particular face soap, made for his type of skin, and he uses body lotion instead of a bar of soap. It has to be said that he wasn’t always this organized, for example, thanks to you he got to buy the face wash that he now brings everywhere he goes, you kinda talked to him about using a bar of soap for all the body and explained to him how unhygienic was to use the same towel for face, body and cock/ass, because despite you being ‘clean’ after the shower, you’re still dragging bacteria form around your body onto your face and hair, overall you kinda motivated him to uplift his already good habits. He sometimes lets you do his skincare too, and when he remembers, he will actually put some face cream on. He’s still a bit fearful of coming as not very masculine, but you’re making him work on it, so he can accept that taking care of himself will never be a turn down for you, not when he’s already so hot for his age, he better maintain himself!

- Another critical point about our Köni is his age. We have a vague idea of how old he could be, many HC’ing him from 35 to late 40’s. My guess is he could be somewhere between 38 and 43, I do prefer him as a 39/40 years grandpa tho. Again, personal HC, do not take it as canon! I’d be happy honestly if they would reveal his age, probably because no matter what, I’d still simp even if he turned out to be 50 years lmaooooo.

- Yes, he does come from a village in the country side, but he did join military pretty young, so I HC him as being actually a pretty open minded individual. Remember he gets to work with technology every day, he knows what’s going on around the world, and him joining young actually was a benefit, because he got to form his own opinions in a place that welcomed every kind of human beings. He didn’t get to grow up from the hate he received at school so he kind of escaped a life where he could’ve easy became what we call an inc€l today. He grew some balls, got his priorities right. He was for sure subjected to some kind of morally wrong opinions that grew into him, that’s why you’re spending time on him, being patient and trying to explain to him many things he considered undeniable reality until he meet you. The classic ones are: males should not cry because only girls do, women can work but they would be better at home, men don’t pay attention to their physical appearance that’s for feminine boys, and many similar things. He’s slowly getting out of his habits, and you’re proud of him.

- Listen, people have mixed feelings about this one but imma say it, aside from shipping and all, König is not and will never be Homophobic. He does not have any problem with lgbt+ nor is he disturbed by couples openly showing affection in his presence. Early access to internet and a very religious family could have created the worst possible outcome for him, but he was never big into religion, already redeeming it a waste of time at a young age, but still attending church because of his mom. He knows some recruits are openly gay, he doesn’t see a problem nor does it bother him knowing he could be someone’s crush. Now I do HC him as completely straight, but again it’s MY way of imagining König, I still think that in an orgy or threesome with reader, if he trusts the other male part, he would not be against having their cocks in the same hole, rubbing against each other, or in general he would not be against having some skin to skin contact with another male because at the end he does it because it only benefits you.

- He is a perverted dog, not only because he is ‘old’ and has fucked young girls (not minors! He is not morally fucked up like that), or generally his sexual history is pretty normal for a man that age, he was just always eager to see, learn and search for what he felt was exciting to him. He had threesomes before us, he has sex, he did many things that gave him the skills and experience he’s been using on us, but yes overall I HC him as being the one that always had a porn journal under his pillow, he would even lend them around the barracks.

- He loves pussy. He eats it for HIS own pleasure okay? He would die between your legs. He cums only by eating you out. He gets drunk on pussy. Pussy is what he lives for. He’ll never die on field, living purely out of spite, because he’ll no! What do you mean he’s never gonna enjoy your pussy again if he dies! ABSOLUTELY NOT! He’ll get home, beaten, cut, stabbed, whatever, but he’ll be home to you, and he will lick your pussy for the rest of the night saying “this what’s keeping me alive honey”. And truth is you can’t deny it to him, because it’s so good, no matter the circumstances, it always brings him back home.

#cod x reader #cod #konig cod #konig smut #konig x reader smut #konig call of duty #konig x reader

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simpliao · 2 years

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Hi! I just started following you and oh my god you JSchlatt fics are so good, I can’t get enough!!! If you’re taking requests right now, I’d like to ask for a little protective Schlatt! With the internet being what it is, I can imagine that maybe it wouldn’t be to kind to Schlatt’s SO. Or maybe you might have another scenario in mind? Again, thank you so much for all your writing, it makes my day!!! ❤️

i will shoot you dead ; (irl) schlatt x reader

summary : he couldn't give a shit what people say about him; what actually irritates him is when those assholes involve people that have nothing to do with whatever they're bullshitting about. he's made it a point not to involve his personal life, but when it gets leaked and his s/o gets targeted; he isn't fucking happy.

info : swearing, protective schlatt, pet names, she/her, afab reader, mentions of harassment and death threats, and fluff.

a/n : this was such a good idea i couldn't pass up ah, thank you so much for enjoying ! i am and attempting to post around every two/three days but school is just starting so i'm unsure how well i'll manage. to everyone else that requested, still working on it so apologizes that they are semi-late ! hope this also lives up to your expectations.

Being rich at twenty-three was a blessing and a curse, since he acquired all his wealth from being an Internet personality so to speak. Having what should have been a hobby bare so much fruit wasn't without its issues, and the drawback was most definitely the fame. People in his business, attempting to figure out his name and address, outraged from jokes and pretending that they understand him to a personal level; he was grateful for the normal ones, but one outspoken psycho made him rethink all his life choices.

It was never the audience's right to know or interact with his private life, to the creators that do let their fans have that window into their life was a privilege, not a right. So he never did tell anyone past his close circle of friends of his lover, Y/n, a blue collared worker not high up within her company but making good money to be independent. To Schlatt, she was his own little slice of heaven, always giving him the right kind of realistic advice while could always acknowledge and take in account his own feelings.

To some: she might be considered perfectly average, but he saw beyond the rest, she was more than just a pretty face anyways. He adored her ambition to work her hardest and larger than life aspirations. Despite knowing of the kind of money her boyfriend possessed, she never dared asked for a penny; he appreciated that she wanted her own individual success that came from her and not from outside sources. Being that she was also probably one of the most appreciate human beings he's ever had the chance to meet just added to her charm; she never let him so much as pay for a coffee without him hearing a thousand and one thank yous. She was his to love and adore, no one else should have been mixed up in their lives.

She had absolutely zero internet presence, and he liked it that way. Since she wasn't big into the public sphere she wouldn't be caught up in all the bullshit that followed him. Many people despised him despite not having spoken to or even knowing him beyond his flamboyant internet persona; it was fucking stupid, usually they never really bothered him no matter how much they so desperately wanted to cancel him and throw him off the internet. That's where he thought it ended, they despised him, they couldn't logically harass people that possible know him, right? Wrong.

'uh, schlatt? I'm getting a lot of emails about you coming to my work email. Did you tell people about my job or anything?'

Being that for almost the past decade most if not all of his friends had taken to calling him by his last name it eventually became used more or less so by everyone in his life more than his real one. It wasn't that his girlfriend didn't know his name or hadn't asked, she also enjoyed the sound of it and ended up being the default thing she'd call him.

The text itself was unusual, he wasn't even sure if he knew her work email let alone tell it to other people.

'What? No. I don't even know your email. What are they saying?'

'I have it in my LinkedIn profile, they're asking what's my relationship to you. Some are threatening to message my higher-ups claiming I'm a racist? They keep linking me back to Twitter. I can't work when my important emails are drowned out in this. I had one threatening to come where I work and hurt me.'

'Listen, sweetheart, I'm so sorry I really didn't think that they'd find you. I'll do my best to fix this, I'll come pick you up from work today too so don't leave the building until I arrive.'

A spark of rage ignited from within him, he was sure to be careful about not revealing her identity or even mentioning much about her. He knew how bad these people could get and how low they would stoop because they had no lives and just wanted to get the better of him; he wanted to protect her and now all he felt like was a failure. He was quick to log into Twitter and type in 'Jschlatt Girlfriend' and it was almost immediate that he found the thread of the asshole that went as far as to dox him and figure out who and where Y/n was. "He is a bad person that deserves all the things coming to him." It was written with such conviction, as if dragging unrelated people into a stupid ass controversy about another testing-the-line joke he told. He didn't care what they did to him, but threatening to hurt those closest to him struck a nerve that made him want to do some... Fairly illegal things to these people.

So he hoped that most people had some common sense left, screen shotted the thread and the text from his lover and was quick to make a comment about it.

Say whatever the fuck you want about me. But actively try to dox and threaten my girlfriend when she has nothing to do with any of this bullshit online and I will shoot you dead. Fuck you.

He knew these saggy fuckers wouldn't dare try anything, not when they'd know he'd be right there waiting for them. Was he serious when he said he'd shoot them dead? Only half so. He wasn't scared to use the firearm that he kept at home for protection, and neither was he scared to do what he needed to for the sake of protecting the only bright spot in his life. She didn't deserve this. He knew the hate for him could get damn strong, and who knows who amongst them would be crazy enough to act on those words. He wasn't going to test it and he would clearly set the boundary; don't fuck with him in real life, or you have to deal with him in real life.

It can be said he was not in a good mood as he waited outside the glass skyscraper building for his girl, since the few hours that he tweeted out about the situation public opinion turned more into his favour. Although he still had those that were adamant that he was said bad person, vast majority agreed that the original poster of her information was the biggest asshole. The thread was deleted but he saved all the screenshots and had the username burned into his mind, may god save that asshole's soul should Schlatt ever get his hands on him.

Once he saw her exiting the azure-tinted building he was quick to slip his phone into his pocket and get out of the car, running up to the door to greet her. A sheepish smile graced her lips as she gave him a soft wave, he noticed how she wore his favourite blazer and skirt set and how gorgeous she looked in it, but a more important question left his lips first. "Are you okay?" A worried one captured her features, "yeah I am, you look so stressed out. I'm sorry if I worried you." He shook his head and took hold of the hand that reached up to cup his face, "don't apologize, if anything I should. Being involved with me got you in this." A sympathetic look flashed her features as he walked side-by-side with her, a soft smile growing to her own face.

"Don't beat yourself up about it, I reported it to HR and although it took a while to explain they made sure to notify security about it and I had one guy follow me around when I went out for lunch, he was nice about it too. I had to ask help how to set it so they'd all go to spam but we worked it out eventually. So, please, don't worry too much; I'll be okay I promise." He looked down to see her reassuring smile, he knew she'd worry more over him than her own safety. He knew working himself up was an overreaction, he doubted anything would happen; but should something do he wouldn't ever forgive himself. "So, don't shoot anyone?" His eyebrows shot up at this, "you saw my tweet?" Last time he checked this girl had an issue figuring out how to change her profile picture on instagram.

"Well, other people did. A lot of people caught wind that I was getting death threats so I ended up having to explain who you were and they found your Twitter. Please uh, don't kill anyone on my behalf?" An airy chuckle left him, as he knelt down to kiss her temple, "and leave you behind to go to jail, toots? You're gonna have to try harder than that if you want to get rid of me." Seeing his ease and cheeky grin come about, a sense of relief washed over her. "So then, you wanna go out to–" "no." "Huh, why?"

She separated from him for just a moment so she could get into the passenger's side of the car. "We can go out when this whole thing blows over. Until then I don't want you running out of sight." It may have sounded slightly demanding, but she knew that his anxiety must have been through the roof; overthinking was one of his flaws that they worked through together. It wasn't like it was all that big of a deal, chilling out at the apartment sounded just as nice. "Movie night then?" Her enthusiasm was infectious that he couldn't help but break a smile. "Yes, please."

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ivestas · 1 year

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könig with a confident/badass reader that knows their shit? 👀 im so hrrrng for this man i want to fluster him so bad

blackened valor

Summary: König admires you, so you expose your humanity to him.

Tags: soldier!fem!reader (call sign “hound”) x könig, reader implied to be on the older side, smoking, barely edited, mentally ill reader, this might be triggering for those struggling with suicidal thoughts so please be careful/dont read!

Word count: 1.1k

Notes: anon we are literally on the same wavelength, i was earlier thinking about a reader who has that dorky badassery of snake or raiden or literally any mgs character LMAO

Not much was known about you beyond your feats on the field.

But those feats defined your personhood within any military—the moment a recruiter knew who you were, they’d be on their knees begging for your presence among theirs.

It was like being a celebrity, except you got no perks and more targets on your back and eyes on you every second of the day, trying to break down your character and understand—understand what, only God knows.

You were fine with that, though; you get used to it after a while: the praise, the envy, it all becomes white noise over the howl of the wind.

So it was a normal occurrence when you noticed a set of eyes on you.

What was abnormal was the one doing the staring.

An Austrian giant.

It piqued your interest; a shallow reason to humor since you’ve been in this situation numerous times before, but you didn’t care.

From your seat in the empty lounge, you leaned back, regarding him carefully.

He couldn’t meet your stare.

Cute.

“You are?” You grabbed a lighter from your pockets, popping out a cheap cigarette at the same time. In a swift motion, the cigarette was alight on your lips, and now it sat between your index and middle finger.

“König, ma’am.”

“Ma’am?” You couldn’t help the chuckle that spilled out your lips. “I’m ‘Hound’ to everyone, no need for the formalities, save that for your captain.”

He nodded jerkily. You noted his scrunched shoulders, his stiff poise, and his foot moving in a rhythmic motion. The chair he sat on seemed to bend at the movement.

"Hey, c’mere.”

In an instant, he did as you said, walking to you quickly.

You pat the spot beside you. “Sit, no need to sit on that shitty chair. Pretty sure it was about to collapse.”

Nodding again, he sat beside you.

You lift your cigarette to him. “Wanna?”

König shook his head. “I don’t.”

“I’d praise you for making such a good health decision, but it’d make me a hypocrite considering you chose to be a merc.” You sighed, taking another puff of smoke. “Speaking of, what’s a timid guy like you doin’ in a merc group?”

“...”

“Touchy subject, eh?” You shook your head, laughing again. “It’s always like that with soldiers—it’s either to pay college debt or to run away from some fucked past.”

König glanced at you, finally. He held your gaze.

“What about you, then?”

“Me?” You hummed, leaning forward now with your elbows on your knees, one hand propping your head up while the other held the cigarette. Looking up at him, you smiled. “Money. Valor. Suitors. I’m a materialist at heart, I love the attention too. I’m super fucking vain.”

“That can’t be?”

The way he gasped those words made you grin. He was quickly becoming a favorite. “Then what do you think is the real reason?”

“Uhm...” His fingers tapped his knee, and his eyes strayed up, deep in thought. Then, embarrassed, his voice dropped. “...to change the world?”

Despite the clear embarrassment, he said the words with unwavering sureness, and it dawns on you that he probably thought of you as some war hero—a pursuer of all that is good for the world.

When you look at him—properly this time, not an off-handed glance—you can see it in his eyes, the shine.

You were right.

In the past, moments like this would be awkward; you never knew what to say, how to softly break the truth that you were just some woman, and the honest truth wasn’t coated in honor and your drive to be a force of good.

But now? You didn’t care. You never had.

“I wanted to die,” you said casually—and it was a casual admission, you didn’t really care, because that was the truth.

You saw his eyes widen and it nearly made you laugh.

“I was gonna, you know, kill myself when I was younger. Had planned it out and everything,” you sighed wistfully. “Then, I thought, ‘why not join the military’? Easier to break to my family that when I inevitably died, it was for a cause rather than the fact I succumbed to my own perpetual weakness.”

“It’s not—”

“’It’s not weakness’ yeah yeah,” you scoffed. “It’s easy to say that because you feel it. We all feel it—the desire to die.”

The bottom of his hood shifted again, and you expected to hear his words, but nothing came out.

“But, yeah, I guess after a while of realizing that I’m cursed with some twisted luck of brushing past the grim reaper, I decided to be a bit of a saint and run around and ‘fix’ things, just to stave the boredom away.”

You took another puff, longer this time. “You grow attached to the idea of bringing peace, I think. My advice? If you want to bring the most change, let go of your fear of death. Suddenly, everything’s not so scary anymore...” you smile. “But I’m guessing you’ve already done that, haven’t you?”

König was silent, but after a moment, he nodded.

“See? Now you’re just as much of a ‘hero’ as me.” You lifted the cigarette. “You sure you don’t want, by the way?”

“...I’ll try.” His hands were large, dwarfing the cigarette to a ridiculous degree.

With his free hand, he lifted the end of his hood, and you caught a bit of his face.

Pretty.

He sucked in and began coughing right after, lowering the cigarette for a moment. Clumsy puffs of smoke shot out his lips, and after a few seconds, he tried again.

Still awkward, but a bit better.

“Ah, you’re getting there König, now you’re just as much of a hero as me!” You reached for the cigarette and took a puff before handing it back.

He paused before putting it back between his lips, but you notice a flush of pink dusting his pale skin. Even with just the bottom of his face showing, you could see he was... blushing?

That made you bark out a laugh.

He’s so fucking shy.

He seemed to have caught on quickly because he quickly moved the cigarette back to you, refusing to meet your eyes, tugging the hood back over his face.

“Come on soldier, don’t be shy! We’re all friends here, right?” You leaned back and pat his shoulder. “Unless..?”

He froze under your hand.

You laughed again, letting your hand rest there. He didn’t push it away, remaining stiff under your palm, head turned away and fingers fiddling with gloves wrapped around his hands.

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METANOIA [4]

✩ pairing: wolf hybrid nj x cheetah hybrid reader (f) - eventual ot7 x reader

✩ genre: soul-searching , romance🔞 , found-family , healing , angst , happy ending

✩ word count: 6.3k

✩ chapter warnings: uncertainty in behavior and emotions , anxiety and crying , discussions of inadequacy and feelings

✩ summary: She doesn't know. There is so much about her and her cheetah that she hasn't had the privilege to understand. Unknown backgrounds and unknown emotions clash with feelings of want- hopes of being herself unapologetically. Namjoon seems to be someone that can help her- but can the rest of his pack truly be what she has wanted and needed?

✩ cover: me

ch.1 , ch.2 , ch.3 , ch.4 , ch.5

“Joonie! I’m so happy to finally catch you while I’m in the office. How are you?”

Mila was always a rock in Namjoon’s life- one he didn’t know he’d need or find. When Mila found him, he was just another hybrid that needed help when the system was against him in multiple ways. Because he was too old to be “supported” by the shelter he was in, his choices were either to be kicked out with no resources or to end up with a mysterious fate because of the shelter’s shady practices. Now he knows what they do- trafficking, the selling of specific hybrids to different illegal industries, illegal euthanization- but back then, he was going to choose that route blindly, just so he wasn’t living on the streets.

Mila found him when she was making her rounds at the shelters, using the organization’s funds to pay the little fees the ‘of-age’ hybrids were under. She helped him personally, as her position wasn’t what it is now- placing him in a temporary home, visiting him personally for readjustment with humans, and helping him find a job that was hybrid friendly. She’s someone that’s dear to him, as he is to her.

“I’m doing great, how are you?”

“Eh, the new position is a lot more work, but I have more say in where our money goes so- I can’t be too mad.” She eyes the disengaged cheetah that seems to be lurking right outside her office. “Is this-? Taehyung?”

Mila never really had the time to meet Namjoon’s pack, and the rest of his pack never had the time or ability to come into the organization while she was in office- Taehyung and Mila have never met each other but know of each other. Namjoon wishes it didn’t have to be a random check-in that got her to meet his family but this is what it has come to.

“This is. Taehyung.” He turns and waves the nervous cheetah in, giving his waist a squeeze to keep him close and less anxious.

Mila’s smile is enough to have Namjoon relaxing at the first meeting, but Taehyung isn’t one for first impressions- he values time and familiarity.

“It’s very nice to meet you, I’m Mila.” She stretches out her arm to invite the cheetah in for a handshake. Taehyung doesn’t shy away from formal greetings so he gives in immediately.

“Nice to meet you too.” Mila brightens at the response, letting his hand go to clasp both of hers together in front of her.

“I’m gonna be honest, I think I know why you’re here but, I’d love to hear what you have to say.” Mila looks up at the two from her office chair.

“It’s about the new case-”

“You can use her name here.”

“Y/N- I’m the only known hybrid that’s been in contact with her, and she definitely hasn’t met another like her. Taehyung also hasn’t met someone like him because of their rarity. I thought this would be a great opportunity for the two, but I didn’t share any information or specifics as I knew he’d need to be with the organization to help personally. I talked to them both and they both are up to having a time to meet up- is there a way we can make that possible?”

“Honestly, I think it would be great to see Y/N making these connections and having these relationships naturally. Through you and through Taehyung when he meets her- I think she would benefit greatly from creating these connections herself by her choice- without the help from the organization. I don’t mind them meeting, I don’t need him to be an official volunteer. If she consented to the meeting, then information can be shared between you and Taehyung- of course the most basic information out of decency, but you get it.”

“Ah I guess I didn’t think about it that way. Nothing like this has come up before.” Namjoon looks over at Taehyung to gauge his reaction, reading a calmed expression that Namjoon knows is relief.

“No worries, it truly depends on the circumstance. But, I trust you and I trust your judgment. And I really like the idea.” Mila’s praise makes him blush a little, tail happily wagging at her confession.

“Thank you, I’ll make sure to make notes.”

“Let her know that the meeting can be out of volunteer hours if you both would like that as well. Notes aren’t a necessity all the time, especially if you guys are creating relationships outside of just a ‘volunteer’ stand-point.”

“Oh- uh, I’ll definitely talk to her about it.”

“Perfect. Is that all you need from me then?”

“Professionally? Yes. Personally, I’d love for you to meet my pack members sometime, even if it’s just me and one other or a couple at a time whenever we can make it work. I’ve been wanting to but these last couple years-”

“I understand, Namjoon, don’t worry. I understand pack dynamics and the adjustment period for the new members. Don’t worry at all. If anything I’d love to give you a paid position here- and then maybe we’d be able to figure something out sooner.”

Mila has been trying to push a paid position into Namjoon’s lap for almost a year now, but working offsite for a hybrid shelter feels more important at the moment. The shelter is still not up to par in his opinion, and the hybrids under his care know him personally. He couldn’t leave them with someone random, that’s the worst thing someone could do to them- connect, then leave them with little to no notice. Once you connect with them, you’re a strong tie to them emotionally. Though he doesn’t see them all the time, he does random check-ins weekly and everything is going okay.

This is only the third shelter he has done monitoring at thanks to the organization helping him find a job in the ‘hybrid facility monitoring’ department of a local law firm. He is satisfied with his job, and he loves to do volunteering in his down time. He doesn’t want to change anything at the moment.

“I’m really sorry, I enjoy how I have everything at the moment. But, I won’t just leave the organization randomly, maybe later on when I need to get out of the house more often I’ll get back to you.” He gets a sweet laugh out of Mila before turning to Taehyung to see he’s antsy being out in an unfamiliar environment for so long when it’s not needed.

“I’ll try to catch you another day to make some plans, but I gotta get home to log in- I’ll see ya’.” He gives Taehyung’s waist a quick squeeze for reassurance.

“Of course, of course. I’ll see you later- and goodluck with everything.” She gives him a familiar smile that he knows is something a little more than a kind farewell. He returns it with a nod before turning to leave.

Y/N

Her restless body wakes her far too early. She stares at her dark ceiling, too many thoughts rolling around in her head.

Having relationships is odd to her, in a way that feels emotionally taxing. She’s to be mindful of how she presents herself, how she talks, how she reacts to their personality. It’s all so much to think about. With Maria she’s used to it, with Richard it’s getting easier, with Namjoon it feels like no work, but someone from Namjoon’s pack that she’s never met before? It’s scary thinking about how wrong it could go.

Namjoon doesn’t even know enough about her to trust her with a pack member. She can’t help but think he’s being a little rash. She hasn’t told him anything. Nothing about how she survived on the streets, about who and why she distrusts so commonly, nothing about how she cowers under the attention of a man. She can’t do this- not without being a little honest with Namjoon.

With her anxieties, Y/N ends up outside sitting in the divot of her favorite tree at the time that Namjoon shows up.

“Ahhh, that’s where the spot is. Very nice.”

She startles at the sudden disruption to her thoughts. Looking down at the comforting Namjoon that always quiets her mind, she mirrors the smile he’s giving her. Wasting no time, she scoots effortlessly to the edge of the divot and jumps down landing on her feet. She pats at her butt and the back of her legs to rid the fabric of any dirt or bark.

“Here, you got leaves in your hair as well.” Namjoon doesn’t hesitate to help her pick a few of the green friends from her hair- always careful of her ears. Her attention is set on him and the attention he gives to her hair- until she spots the bag he’s holding. He clutches the plastic bag that clearly has two small containers of pre-cut watermelon in it.

“Watermelon?” Is all she asks, hoping that he brought it for her again despite not being used to so much being bought for her. She’s okay with being spoiled a little if it’s out of her say- she’s never asked him to bring her the juicy fruit. She steps closer to give him a look she doesn’t clock as anything specific.

(To Namjoon it is absolutely begging).

(Namjoon is a sucker.)

“No hug this time?” He asks her, pulling his arm with the plastic bag back around his back out of her reach. He stretches his other arm out for the hug, fake-hurt eyes looking down at her.

She wants to relish in the feeling of his warmth- a constant heater- but she really would rather have the fruit as quickly as possible. She gives him a quick squeeze not even long enough for Namjoon to put his arm around her. All she can do is smile up at him and wait.

Luckily he gives in, handing her the bag.

“So, what should we do today?” Namjoon asks.

She mentally smacks herself for forgetting everything so easily.

“Actually- can we, maybe, go out today? Just to talk?”

“Definitely. Do you have somewhere specifically you want to go?”

She thinks of all the places she’d be most comfortable at when having this conversation. Surprisingly- all that matters is that Namjoon is at that place with her. That’s where she’ll be most comfortable.

“No, anywhere is fine.”

It’s the same park where she was able to run freely in- the grass tall and breeze light, just as it was that day. He was the first person to ever open her up to the point he did that day as well. He was gentle, sweet. She has no idea how to act around Namjoon, but she wants to think they’re friends. Maybe this isn’t just a volunteer-case relationship. Or maybe this is just how hybrids treat each other and she never knew. With care and mindfulness that shows they’re all the same in some way.

But, no matter how hard she tries- she can’t not think about him. About the way he holds himself, how perfect he is toward her. She didn’t have an ideal type before this, never once did she think that she’d be able to pick a person from a bunch and have these strange feelings. But he’s Namjoon- and she doesn’t want to lose him.

She doesn’t let herself think too hard about it, this conversation will give her all the answers she needs.

With both their windows down, Y/N watches as the park they ran in is slowly passed. She looks back at the large field, thinking of that day and why he didn’t stop to relive it.

“Where are we going?” She turns to him. Never does she watch him as he drives them each time. She can’t put her finger on it just yet- but the sight of him and his muscles that she never pays attention to as he shifts the gear, turns the wheel, and rests his arm on the window makes her mad. Or irritated? Or- something. She just avoids seeing them as much as possible.

“There’s this pretty look-out spot just up this hill, we’ll be able to see the park from there and the city in the horizon. I think you’ll like it.”

The drive isn’t much longer but it’s definitely much more scary than usual. The steep sides of the hill that the road winds up to create is causing her to slink back into her seat so she doesn’t have to look at the drop. Namjoon maneuvers the twists well, but she can’t help but heave out a sigh when they finally reach the spot at the top that he parks into and cuts the ignition.

She forgets about the watermelon in her lap, immediately opening the bag to distract herself with something refreshing. Namjoon’s hand rests on her shoulder with a touch that’s barely even felt.

“Are you okay? I’m sorry I should’ve warned you the drive was a bit much for the first time.” Her anxious nerves loosen up with the comforting touch, popping a piece into her mouth for further distraction.

“It’s fine.” She looks out in the distance she wasn’t able to fully take in. The mid-day bustle of the city is quiet from here- silent and calling for appreciation. She didn’t realize how big it all was. “It’s pretty.”

This is the first city she’s been in, two nearby towns and the surrounding areas were always small and harder to be unnoticeable in. She was in this city the longest after she realized she truly couldn’t take the stares and pitied looks any longer. In the city it’s a lot more common to be on the sidewalks, in alleys, under dried, old bridges. This was a place she could get used to living as she did- at the bottom of the food chain. Alone. It was the easiest way.

“It is. Perfect for the good news I have.” Namjoon gives her a cheeky smile that lightens her mood unknowingly. “You can meet Taehyung whenever you’d like.”

“Taehyung?” She turns to him to show her attention.

“Sorry I never let you know his name. I wasn’t sure how everything would go at the organization- and I didn’t know how to cross that line between us. Personal details and such.” Namjoon gives a little wave of his hands, nervous-looking for the first time.

“But anyways, Taehyung would love to meet you this week, or even this weekend. He doesn’t need to be a volunteer to- I talked to him about it after we left the organization. He’d like to get to know you without any labels anyways. He wants something natural.”

Her cheeks pink at the knowledge of Taehyung’s eager sounding wants when it comes to her. She didn’t think anyone would ever want to meet her. Let alone meeting her out of choice and wanting something more out of it all. This is a special case. Maybe he won’t like the way she acts, or the amount of emotional baggage she carries- maybe she’s not what he imagined-

“Namjoon.” His name forces its way out before she can think more on it.

“Yeah?”

“Are you sure that I should meet him?” Namjoon’s attention snaps to her gaze.

“Of course I’m sure. Are you- do you not want to anymore? It’s okay if you-”

“No. No, I want to. I just-” Her throat closes at the sight of his attention. His scanning eyes are trying to read her. A raw feeling of something bitter and gross fills her mouth. Her past, the things she’s done, the desires she has- she pushed them all down when they found her under that bridge. She promised herself she’d never look back. She’d never tell anyone. She’d never have to be that person again. She has the chance to be someone new. And still these awful things want to be seen.

“Y/N?” Namjoon’s warm hand is placed on her’s that she set on the middle console. Instead of the usual warmth he gives her, the wretched memories make her yank herself from underneath him- sticking both her hands underneath her seated bottom. She pushes down the tears threatening to silently release.

“You don’t know anything about me.” She whispers, worried about what she’ll say otherwise. She’s already turned to look out at the horizon so she doesn’t have to see his reaction to anything.

“What do you mean?”

She swallows thickly at the sound of him. God, this is worse than she’d thought it’d be.

“You know nothing about me, Namjoon. Why would you trust me with him? Why would he want to meet me? Why-” She has to stop as a crack in her voice threatens to cause her wet eyes to spill over. “Why are you so nice to me when you know nothing?” It’s not how she wanted it to go. It’s not as simple as she wanted it to be. An impending feeling already takes hold. She’s doing this too soon.

“Y/N.” Namjoon grabs her attention once again. Her attention is on him but she still doesn’t take her eyes away from the city.

"Y/N." The assured voice draws her in more than she'd like to admit. Her eyes find his again. There's nothing malicious- only concern and interest.

"Can I ask why you are asking these questions? Just so I can understand better."

She tries to find disingenuous hints in his expression. The tightness of his features proves she can do this with him- he's being genuine.

"No one knows anything about me except me. No one has ever shown me respect or care like Maria does, like- like you do. What- Why? Why would you? Why do all of this with nothing in return? Why waste your money and time with someone you have no reason to be around?"

She somehow keeps her composure despite her voice being all over the place.

“I’m trying to forget everything and just let it go but- but it’s obviously not working. And I’m confused as to why suddenly everyone is nice to me. After everything I’ve been through, now it’s like- it’s like nothing happened and everyone, including me, is ignoring it. I’m irritated, and I’m irritated that it’s my fault.”

The tears fall helplessly now, silently and without any grand show of arrival. She can barely see his face through the blurry wetness- she wouldn’t want to see his reaction anyways. She’s embarrassed more than anything.

“Y/N, I’m not here for no reason. I’m here for you.”

Her scoff is an audible, gross thing she can’t stop from coming out.

“You want me to believe that?”

“Yes. Because I told you. Because you said I respect and care about you. Because I have a choice to be here, to spend my time and my money on you- and I choose to be here. With you.” His voice is even and gentle unlike hers- making her feel more wrong, more out of place and rancid next to someone like him.

“Don’t do that.” Namjoon almost pleads.

“Do what?”

“I can tell when you’re thinking too much. Your eyes don’t meet mine and they go out of focus, your ears turn down like mine do when I’m overthinking, and your tail tightens around your waist. I can tell.”

She insecurely wraps her arms around her waist to cover her tail, feeling vulnerable.

“We’re responsive and emotional- hybrids- we need emotional connection and likeness in something and someone. I’m here to be there for you when you need that.”

“I don’t want to be a case that someone has to tend to. I want a friend- I want-”

“What makes you think we’re not friends?” Namjoon cuts in when she can’t think of that specific thing she craves.

“We know nothing about each other.” She mumbles, wiping the wetness from her face.

“And we won’t know everything about each other for a long time. That doesn’t mean we’re not friends- that means we’re learning. It’s only been a couple weeks, Y/N, we aren’t just going to immediately tell each other everything. I know you wouldn’t want to- and I don’t want to just yet.”

“Because you can’t trust me.”

“Because I want us to have something real. Something long-lasting and considerate. I don’t want us to trauma-dump and rely too greatly on each other. Of course no relationship is perfect, but that’s why we’ll learn. That’s why I’m glad we’re having this conversation.”

She composes herself enough with his response, relaxing just the slightest into the passenger seat.

“Do you trust me?” He suddenly asks after not getting a response from a thinking Y/N.

“Yes,” she confesses with a whisper, “that’s why I’m scared. Because I know nothing about anything and I still trust you.”

“I trust you too.”

“No you don’t.”

“What’s the difference? Between your truth and my supposed lie?”

“You’re perfect. You’ve got a family to think about and feelings you haven’t shared with me. You’re a hybrid- I barely am one, how would you trust someone like me?”

She watches as Namjoon’s eyes point out the changes in her comfort based on the slightest of movements. She just about scoffs again at the realization that she has no idea about any tells in hybrids. She knows nothing.

“Our difference in backgrounds doesn’t change the feelings we have, or the responses we have to each other. Your choice to keep your past a secret is the same I have made. I haven’t always had a family and I haven’t always been the Namjoon you know. It doesn’t matter anyways, our past- not when we’re just trying to find people to comfort us and care for us.” Namjoon swivels his head to make sure Y/N is looking into her eyes when he finishes his response.

“To trust blindly is the most vulnerable thing we could do- and that in itself is a lot more important- more meaningful than the pasts we are trying to hide.”

Y/N is speechless to say the least. Teary eyes watch Namjoon as his downturned eyes plead with her to understand. She doesn’t ever want to see him looking at her like this again- the ache in her chest and limbs clenches harder and harder with every passing second.

“So- ask me again.”

“What?”

“Ask me again why I trust you to meet Taehyung.”

At first she’s hesitant, closing her eyes to take a few deep breaths she desperately needs. Her lungs hurt but she breathes until they aren’t as tight.

“Why would you trust me with him?”

“Because I do. That should be enough, but since it’s not- I trust you because you’re a hybrid- because I know you both need this- because I met you and you’ve been nothing but gentle in our time together- because you are worried about who I bring around Taehyung, and that means more than you can imagine- because you’re you, Y/N. Because everything leading up to now has been nothing but pleasant and trusting.”

“Is that enough for you?” He asks with finality that she can feel in her bones. Because it is enough. It’s more than enough. It’s more than she could ever ask for and even-even more. Because she’d trust his judgment of hearself even if it wasn’t true. She’d shape herself into whatever he wanted.

“Yes. It is.” She swallows down a swirl of strange feelings, trying to grasp onto something to say, something to prove herself with. “You believe that I trust you?”

“I want you to trust me, with every piece of truth I can muster, I’d hope you feel that you can lean on me, trust that I’ll be there for you.”

This is turning into something she was nowhere near expecting. He’s putting far more into it than she thought he would. He’s crushing her down into a palm-sized thing for him to have and keep for whatever he’d need or want.

“I’m scared to meet him.” She confesses. “I’m scared that I’ll be nothing he expected, nothing he’d care to meet again. I’m scared that it will mean everything to me but he’ll realize I’m broken and incomplete and he’ll never want anything to do with me.” She takes another deep breath, ready to seal her fate. “I’m scared that his distaste for me would lead to me never seeing you again.”

The silence feels so suffocating, Namjoon just sits, waiting for something she can’t figure out. Until he’s opening his door and walking around to her’s, opening it and waving her out with no words. Blindly, she follows. Keeping her arms around herself to self-soothe.

“Yell it. Yell out how you feel.” He stretches his arms out towards the horizon.

“Why?” She asks, still stuffy-nosed and wet-eyed.

“No matter our age, no matter the emotion that’s overwhelming us, we need to expel the pent up adrenaline that’s eating us alive. Yell it while no one but me can hear. Yell it to get it out of your bones and muscles- let it be between us.”

She looks at him skeptically but turns to the city, taking in the colors, the breeze, the obvious life that thrives there.

“I’m scared.”

“Louder.”

“I’m scared.”

“Louder, put your whole body into it.”

Y/N uncrosses her arms, unwraps her tail, and tries again. Leaning forward, she tries to forget how stupid she looks.

“I’m scared!” She screams with a crack.

“Of what?”

“I’m scared! Of everything!”

The relief is almost instant. A weight releases from her that she didn’t realize was a constant companion. With the relief comes an audible choke that she can’t stop. The loud sob causes her to bend over and catch herself on her knees. Sobs and choked breaths rip from her- all those times she forced herself to be silent in her pain, this is how it repays her. This is how her body finds revenge.

But this time she’s not alone.

Namjoon

The urge to soothe, to comfort is too strong for him to just watch as she breaks down in front of him. This was his idea- even if he knew she needed it, the expulsion of her emotions is more than he can handle to just watch.

He gently pulls her up by the shoulder, letting her decide if she wants the same thing when he turns her toward him. Thankfully, there’s no hesitation in her leaning into him, pressing her wet face into the front of his shoulder, wrapping her arms tightly around his waist and torso. He doesn’t have to think about holding onto her, rubbing her back in motions he hopes are soothing for her.

He lets the breeze-filled silence fill their space, waiting until her sobs turn into minimal hiccups and shaky breaths.

“It’s okay to be scared,” he starts with a sure but calm tone, “but you don’t need to be scared about this one thing at least. Taehyung and I were the first of our pack. I know my pack very well, but Taehyung and I have had a lot of time to get to know each other.” He can’t help but let a light laugh out at the remembrance of their past. “I know that this meeting means the world to him- it means more than anything I think. He’s very in touch with his cheetah, and he has no one to share that with. None of us are like him. You could hate him and vow silence towards him and he’d still try over and over again to change your mind. He’s minimalistic and puts his thoughtfulness into actions instead of words. He’s emotional but extremely shy- he’ll want to be around you just to have you near, just to make sure you're real and safe.”

Namjoon tries to think of anything else to reassure her, anything he knows is true and would help to calm her nerves.

“I’m not in touch with my cheetah.” Her voice is more of a hum into his shoulder than anything, making goosebumps prickle underneath his long-sleeve shirt.

“He won’t mind it one bit. Honestly-” He pulls back a little, causing her to pull her face from his body and look up at him. Her puffy eyes and red features make his heart clench, his ears immediately drooping at the sight. “I think he could help you with that more than either of us realize.”

“Are you sure about this?” Taehyung asks for the third time since they were getting ready to leave the house. This time, Namjoon is pulling into the Caddel household’s driveway as Taehyung looks around the front of the house nervously.

“Yes. I was sure this morning, and I’m sure now.”

Taehyung gives him an eye roll that could kill and waits for Namjoon to start the adventure up the front door before he takes action right behind him.

Namjoon was careful to instruct Taehyung on possible triggers for Y/N before they set out for the day. He’s extremely understanding, especially when he can relate to what can cause discomfort. He also made the effort to wear freshly cleaned clothes to limit scents and present his own scent upfront.

Namjoon’s at the door before Taehyung can ask anymore questions, knowing that if he could sit and anxiously wait for hours he would. With two knocks he expects Y/N to answer the door, but this time it’s Maria.

“Hi sweetie,” she gives a smile to Namjoon, herding the boys into the house to take off their shoes and put on guest slides. “You must be Taehyung, very nice to meet you.” She smiles at him but doesn’t make him give a proper greeting to keep it casual.

“Nice to meet you too.” Taehyung responds back as he waits for Namjoon to kick his shoes off. “Thank you for allowing me to visit Y/N.”

“Oh, of course! I’m very glad she has you guys, I want to do more for her but this is really the best way I can do that. So, thank you as well. Speaking of Y/N, she’s in her tree again- got too nervous and has been up there for about an hour now.” Maria explains.

“You’re doing a lot for her, Maria, I know she really appreciates you. And thank you for letting us know.” Namjoon makes sure to let her know.

“Thank you for letting me know, I’ll try my best not to disappoint. You guys can go right out, I’ll have lunch ready in an hour.” She gives them confident smiles before letting them go.

Namjoon leads the way, head circling with the possible outcomes. What if he doesn’t know how Taehyung would react? What if he was wrong and Y/N hates him forever because of it. What if he breaks her trust with the hope he wasn’t even trying to hide. He pushes that down, putting the trust he has in Taehyung to the forefront of his worries. He knows him. He knows how much this means to him.

Y/N perches in her usual spot, looking up instead of out over the fence. Taehyung waits a few steps behind to allow her to come down to him out of choice. Another detail Namjoon thought would be good to include.

“There she is.” Namjoon smiles up at her as she startles again. Her fast growing hair is in a high ponytail today, a common style now that she has the means to take care of it properly. The strands are pulled back carefully to accommodate her ears. The fuzzy, little things search for an out of sight Taehyung once she realizes he’s here. He gives her a minute to figure out what she wants to do. With a nervous look at Namjoon, he gives her an assured nod.

It seems to be all she needs as she moves and hops down with practiced ease. With a look at Taehyung he sees the same nervous expression, giving him a knowing look to show it’s going to be okay as well.

She peaks around the trunk just as she did when meeting Namjoon, but this time she wastes no time showing herself. She side steps to get to Namjoon’s side, accepting a reassuring hand on her back.

“Taehyung, this is Y/N. Y/N, this is Taehyung.”

Y/N

She honestly didn’t know what to expect in terms of feelings upon meeting him. There is that anxiety she hates so much, and the impending feeling of doom that she seems to have so much lately- but, there’s something else there.

He’s pretty, just like Namjoon- he looks nothing like Namjoon, but pretty just the same. His hair is lighter than both her’s and Namjoon’s, a wavy style that seems effortlessly perfect. His ears peak out the top of his light brown waves, camouflaging well into the strands. He’s in clothes that seem to match her’s. Plain, comfortable bottoms and a plain t-shirt under a plain zip-up. His tail catches her eye, swaying effortlessly, lifted and cared for with no thought behind it. She looks down at her own to see it still wrapped around her waist like always.

She gives him a nervous glance before unraveling it from herself and letting it fall as it usually does. She isn’t used to keeping it up, her muscles ache after those unplanned times it seems to have a mind for itself and sway around with no direction. Even now, she lets it fall into the grass under her socked feet- but it takes tentative swishes around under the attention of Taehyung.

As she avoids looking at his face to not have to see his reaction to her unsure instincts, she startles at a sound from him. A shocked sound of joy leaves the other cheetah, causing her to look at him and find a toothy grin that stuns her. She looks up at Namjoon who seems to have a very similar expression towards Taehyung.

“Go ahead.” He gives her a light nudge on the back.

It’s not disgust on Taehyung’s face. It’s an expression she can’t place, but at least it’s not disappointment. He’s smiling at her so earnestly, she doesn’t think twice about taking the tentative steps to stand in front of him. Despite his now content smile, she can see his details up close. The wetness in his eyes surprises her.

“Taehyung?” She questions.

“You’re real.” He says, sounding more like he’s convincing himself than stating it to her. “You-” He lifts his hand to roll a curl of her’s between his fingers, looking at her and watching her in awe. She tries her best not to shy away, letting him search for whatever he needs if it means he’s okay with her.

“Hi.” She gives him in the silence, hoping she doesn’t sound awkward. Her smile is content under his attention despite not knowing him. With her greeting she takes in his scent, the warm, fresh scent seems to perfectly fit him.

“Hi.” He responds back, his voice less stable than before.

Her overthinking in how he feels blocks her instincts. An underlying feeling of want and yearn creeps their way into her muscles. Her own cheetah wants something she can’t quite figure out. Just like in times of pain, her cheetah is responding in a time of want. It’s a new warmth, a new feeling of being heard and understood.

He’s being vulnerable for her, he’s emotional in front of a stranger when Namjoon said he was usually shy. He’s being sincere- she can try to find a way to do the same.

Instead of blocking that scary feeling of unknown want, she tries to let it slip out, she tries to show him some part of her he can see as meaningful. To show them both that she’s trying.

Taehyung

Despite Namjoon telling him that Y/N wasn’t familiar with her cheetah, he can feel it. He can feel a connection of familiarity that he’s yearned so long for. Her pretty ears and tail are just like his. Their patterns and colors so similar. And up close, she’s perfect. She’s nothing he could have imagined. She’s far better than anything he could’ve honestly dreamed up.

She looks up at him with curiosity that melts him. He doesn’t want to make her uncomfortable but he needed to touch something, feel her in some way and make sure she was really in front of him.

“Hi.” She says, her voice uncertain but light. Her uncertainty in it all makes his cheetah want to soothe, his heart hurting at whatever she could be going through.

“Hi.” He responds, no knowing exactly what she needs in the moment.

He lets Y/N watch him, search him for whatever she may need. Her ears and tail tell him she’s thinking, looking for what to do and how to act around him. He debates cutting in and trying to be vocal about his intentions, but it seems Y/N decides first.

With Taehyung’s hand just out of reach of her face, Y/N leans towards him. Her cheek meets his fingers still holding her hair. He drops the strand, letting her move as she pleases. Her soft skin rubs against his fingers- he opens his hand to welcome her more. She takes the offer, fully resting her cheek in his palm, her eyes starting to water.

Taehyung does his best to take it slow, rubbing his thumb into the top of her cheek with slow strokes. Once she’s okay with that motion, she turns her face into his palm, being able to smell him and now her scent mixed with his.

“Taehyung.” She whispers, sounding like she’s in pain from whatever she’s thinking.

“Y/N.”

#bts au #bts fic #namjoon au #bts hybrid au #bts hybrid fic #bts hybrid x reader #bts x fem!reader #bts x reader #bts x y/n #bts x you #namjoon x reader

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lunannex · 2 years

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Allison Hargreeves and the Effects of Grief

At this point, I think most people know that I’m an avid Allison supporter. It’s one of the things I’m most known for. And after witnessing these vile reactions from the fandom thanks to her actions in S3, I figured I’d try to pick apart her arc as best as I can.

So, where’s Allison at the start of this season?

Well, for starters, she’s just spent the last two years in the segregated south during the 60’s. But let’s rewind: what got her there in the first place? Technically, it was thanks to her brother. She had to pay the price for his mistakes. While trying to help him, she lost her voice and was launched back to decades in the past just when she was starting to build a life for herself amidst her divorce and custody battle. She thinks she’s all alone, so she does all she can: she builds yet another life for herself. And for the first time in her life, everything she has, she’s earned. Including the love of her husband and a great community that has her back.

Not that it lasts long because then she’s faced with an impossible choice: either leave this life behind (which includes the love of her life), or go back to her actual timeline in the hopes of MAYBE getting her daughter back.

She knows the risks, she knows that she might be going back for nothing, but she still makes the choice. She leaves everything she spent two years building, she leaves the man she loves, all because of a “maybe”. She goes back because she hopes with her entire being that all of this hasn’t been for nothing, and that’s her entire motivation to keep going.

Turns out, she was right to be doubtful. She does end up going back for nothing. That “maybe” turns into a “will never be”. Her daughter doesn’t exist, she never did. And what do her siblings do? They brush it off like it’s nothing. Luther at this point has been kidnapped by the Sparrows and is focused on getting closer to Sloane; Diego is preoccupied with Stan and Lila; Klaus and Five are off on a road trip and then embark on different journeys…so that just leaves Viktor. Really, he was the only one who initially seemed concerned over Allison. When he saw that the rest were just going about their days as if nothing had happened, he reminded them that Allison was upstairs grieving her daughter.

To all those who say that Allison was a terrible mother and that maybe it’s better if Claire doesn’t exist…how does it feel to miss the point of Allison’s entire character? Yes, she lost custody of Claire because she was an unfit mother, but from the moment she was forced to separate from her child, all she’s been trying to do is to be a better person. It took losing Claire for her to realize how much she loved her. She tried so hard to be a good person for the person in this world that she loves the most, and that still wasn’t enough. She meets a man who she really, truly loves in a way that I don’t think she ever loved Patrick. A man who loves her just as much, who accepts every part of her and whose devotion to her is never-ending. So, she leaves him. Because leaving her husband means that she gets to get her daughter back, and at the end of the day, Claire’s always been her number one priority.

We see Allison’s trauma as early as Ep.2. While she and Viktor are waiting for Marcus in that cafe, Allison starts experiencing a PTSD attack. Like she tells Diego, the others don’t understand what it was like for her as a Black woman in the 60’s. She woke each morning knowing that it could be her last, because she knew the cost of speaking out. After having everything handed to her on a silver-platter for so long, she was suddenly thrown into a time that denied people who looked like her basic human decency, a time where most of them could end up dead or in prison just for wanting to be treated as equals.

She reaches this point where she’s even attempting to rumor HERSELF. She looks in the mirror and tries to do the same thing she spent years doing to other people, but it doesn’t work. My theory is that she stopped it before the rumor could affect her in fear of losing control over who she is. At the end of the day, even if the rumor had worked, she’d still be grieving. Because how sustainable really are they? How long do they last? Who’s to say that it wouldn’t be worse after the rumor wore off?

Despite what S2 seemed adamant on denying by having Allison sweep the whole situation under the rug, we see that she’s still suffering the consequences of Viktor’s actions as well. I think the only mention of it that we got in S2 was when she mentioned to Klaus that she couldn’t speak for a year. But in reality, she would have nightmares about the whole incident, and it’s clear that it was such a common occurrence that Ray would immediately rush to reassure her that she still has her voice.

Ray was her shining beacon of hope during such a dark time. His optimism even when faced with so much oppression showed her that she was capable of so much more than she ever imagined.

There seemed to be this focus on having the characters emphasize on how Allison has always been among the best of them. They say that she’s the calm and cool one, the nice one, the one who never jumps into situations without thinking, because that’s the box they’ve stuck her in. But the truth is that she BECAME a better person after realizing her wrongdoings. She made the CHOICE to be kind, because once upon a time she was nowhere near as good of a person as the woman we meet at the start of the show.

You see, from the moment we meet Allison, we learn that she’s spent the last eight months or so trying to atone for her actions. Prior to her divorce and losing custody of her daughter, she would use her power to get everything she wanted. Love, stardom, a well-behaved child, etc. She always took the easy route because who wouldn’t? Who wouldn’t take the easy way out if they had the power to manipulate reality to their will with a single sentence?

Really, I think she only changed because she got caught in the act by her ex-husband. That put everything into perspective for her and she realized that she couldn’t carry on like that if she ever wanted to be the mother Claire deserves. Everything got so out of hand that, in the end, she ended up realizing that nothing in her life was real, none of it truly felt earned.

In S1, when Viktor states that the reason he was isolated from the rest as a child was because Reginald forced him, Allison responds by telling him that he can’t blame his problems on anyone but himself now that he’s an adult. Allison had never blamed anyone else for everything that’s happened to her. Even when Viktor slit her throat and nearly killed her, she still said that it was her fault, almost saying that she was basically asking for it. Like she tells Viktor, she’s always the one that has to meet him halfway.

But see, here’s the thing about Allison: she doesn’t like losing. She doesn’t like not feeling in control. She prefers taking things too far than not far enough. Even in the 60’s, she still had the civil rights movement. She had something to fight for and Ray was always there to urge her on and remind her why this cause is worth fighting for.

Now, this brings me to the most controversial part of her character, and the reason she’s at the top of nearly everyone’s hit list (and trust me I understand why): the part where she rumors Luther into wanting her. I think we can all agree that this was an uncomfortable scene to watch. At one point, Luther asks her if she would even be there if Ray and Claire were still around, Allison never denies that she wouldn’t. She just tells Luther “but they aren’t here, are they?”

When asked about this scene, Emmy Raver-Lampman and Tom Hopper described this scene as Allison wanting to cling onto the last bit of control she has left. No matter what, Luther has always been one of the biggest constants in her life. They’ve always shared this mutual understanding and connection that they just never had with any of the others, and something that she’s always been able to count on is Luther’s love and acceptance. So, when Luther tells her that he’s going to meet with Sloane, she sees it as a betrayal. She sees it as just another thing that’s being taken away from her and that she can’t do anything about it…except, yeah. She has the power to do just that. It’s not really what she wants, she regrets it almost immediately, but again, she’s desperate to find comfort wherever she can, and she’s not used to being told “no”.

During their conversation, Allison tells Lila that nothing stays. She tells her that none of it is real. At least with Ray, she has their wedding ring, but with Claire? She doesn’t even have a picture of her. And the original timeline feels so far away at that point. It’s been YEARS since she last saw her daughter, so who’s to say that she ever existed at all? She tells “Ray” during that scene on the swings that she feels like she’s losing her mind. She even asks him “were you ever real?”. She tells Diego that she’s never felt so hopeless in her life, because no matter what, she’s always had something to cling to. A reason to go on. But what does she have now? How can she fight for someone who’s already dead and another person who never existed?

So throughout the season, she slowly regresses into the person she used to be before Patrick caught her in the act. She makes bad decisions, she’s selfish, it’s clear that she has consent issues and she ends up turning to unhealthy coping mechanisms. Whenever we see her in S3, it’s either with a drink in hand or with a cigarette. Klaus says in S2 that Allison deals with her issues by lying to herself. Like Viktor, she’s almost a ticking time bomb in this sense. Allison tells Diego in Ep.4 that she doesn’t know where to put any of her anger, so she decides to take a physical approach. She finds people she can hurt without feeling guilty because they’re the same people who’ve hurt her. From white supremacists to the man who’s responsible for the death of their mothers.

Then the focus shifts. She finds a new reason to be angry at Viktor. He lied to her about the man who, in her mind, is responsible for her daughter never existing in that timeline. And that drags up a few old wounds that never got the chance to fully heal. Their argument starts off with Allison telling off Viktor for lying about Harlan to her face, but it quickly escalates.

When Allison says that her siblings are always so quick to tell her to suck up her pain and yet so worried about fixing Viktor’s…she’s right. When it came to Allison losing her daughter, they all turned a blind eye for the most part, but then, when it came to Viktor’s transition, they were rushing to make him feel like part of the family. When it comes to Viktor destroying the world, they’re all rushing to “fix” him and absolving him of any blame because “they all played a part”. It’s been like that for a long time and a lot of them have almost reached a point where they treat him as if he isn’t a grown adult who doesn’t need to be coddled. So Viktor can tell Allison that she ruined his life by rumoring him into thinking he was ordinary (as a FOUR year old, might I add), but Allison can’t tell Viktor that he’s taken everything for her time and time again? She can’t tell him that a part of her wishes they’d left him behind? I’m not comparing their situations here, this isn’t a competition. They both have a right to be angry.

She knows her pain doesn’t give her the permission to hurt others, she acknowledges that they’ve all had to mourn people and that she isn’t the only one who’s lost it all, but that’s just how grief works. Allison tried to be a good person. She tried to make amends and to forgive and forget but, like she says herself, look at where that got her. I think she saw Viktor’s lie as another betrayal, the same way she interpreted Luther choosing to be with Sloane (someone he met a few days ago) instead of her.

Something that I think is interesting about Allison is her pointing out on numerous occasions how unfair certain things are.

This is just one example. But in S2, when Luther tells her that they’re not meant to live normal lives, Allison has the same response. Even after all the hardships she’s faced, we have to remember that she spent her entire life up until losing custody of Claire getting everything she ever wanted. She never even had to worry about these minor inconveniences that plague us daily but now…everything is ending and she can’t do anything about it.

And then, Reginald offers her a deal. A way out. A full-proof solution to all her problems. And so, she gets her focus point back. She’s finally feeling hopeful again. She decides that she HAS to do something, she has to at least TRY to get her family back, because otherwise, all of it will just slip into nothingness. It’ll all be for nothing and who’s to say that it was ever real at all? Allison doesn’t know what she’ll do if all those memories they shared are insignificant, if she doesn’t find a place to put all this love she has for two people who no longer exist.

So, she accepts the deal. Again, who wouldn’t?

Now, the way this was framed was different from Five’s deal with the Handler in S2, but the situations do hold a lot of similarities. They both feel like, by that point, they have nowhere else to turn. They’d already tried everything else. Still, the narrative treats Five’s actions as this decision that he’s making for the greater good of his family. Him killing the board is just a means to an end, and it’s clear that he doesn’t enjoy it but he’d do anything for his siblings. Meanwhile, they frame Allison’s decision as being with malicious and selfish intentions. As if she had a hand in what happened to Luther and Klaus just because she’s been “unraveling ever since she got to the timeline”. Which, again, is a massive disservice to her character. Like she tells Viktor, the deal she made with Reginald was meant to have their siblings’ protection in mind.

Really, I think her arc would have benefited from the deal being shown from her point of view. We know that Reginald manipulated her just like the Handler manipulated Five, but, again, the way it’s portrayed makes it seem like Allison was involved in making these decisions.

Even so, you can clearly understand where she’s coming from. To me, Allison had the most realistic reaction to finding out that the world is ending. While most of the others are content with living the rest of the time they have together to the fullest, Allison just can’t bring herself to. Even when they think that they’ve found a solution to containing the Kugelblitz, Allison’s not celebrating. How can she? Sure, the world is saved, but she’s still alone.

Even at her worst, Allison still has so much kindness and humanity left in her. When Luther gets killed and Sloane is mourning him, Allison never invalidates her feelings. She never accuses her of grieving someone she’s only known for a few days. When Reginald tells the rest to step on the sigils and Allison sees that she’s draining the life out of them, she immediately tells him that this wasn’t part of the plan. If Allison truly didn’t care about her siblings, she would have let Reginald carry on with his plan. This was the only way to get her husband and daughter back. But still, she stops him.

The season ends with her back in her LA home. She not only gets her daughter back, but she gets her husband back as well. She achieved everything she’d been fighting for throughout the whole season. She finally gets her happy ending…or does she?

Now, Allison has to grapple with all the decisions she made to get to this point. She has to come to terms with the person she is now, and she has to figure out how to move forward from there. She has to see if this is truly everything she wanted and decide what to do next.

All in all, Allison is a deeply fascinating character. To me, she’s the single most interesting character on the show. And I’m so ready to see what direction the writers take her in during S4. Her grief made her into this version of herself that she always wanted to steer away from. It’s ugly and horrible but there’s something so human about it. Everything about Allison feels so real and I love her.

#luna talks #long post #allison hargreeves #neverrrr underestimate my love for her lmao #i’m just so Tired #tua #the umbrella academy #tua allison #just for the record #i’m not defending her actions and i don’t hate any of the other siblings #i just think she deserves better

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vidalinav · 11 months

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If I wrote good smut I would be writing an acotar au where Nesta actually does decide to hit the brothels to “provide” for her sisters or at least to get rid of one mouth to feed. All of the other plot though would stay relatively the same. So when Feyre does come back with the IC in tow, Cassian meets that Nesta. That feisty as shit, takes no shit from any man, male or otherwise, where she’s also well-versed in how to get what she wants and to make the most money. She’s got the brain of a court lady and the skills of a courtesan, so she’s very popular.

She’d probably have the same vibes as acosf Nesta though where she likes sex and I’d probably paint the brothel as more woman choice focused and less exploitative, but that’s just me not wanting to write so much angst. I’d also go the route of discussing mating and marriage and the roles they play in this society, where Nesta thinks that she’s not going to be able to get married now based on the traditionalist views of humans and that she’s accepted this even likes it--that now she has her own money, that’s she’s earned and there’s not one person on this earth who can tell her what to do with her body, her money, or her mind. But Fae, as y’all know, have a very lax view on sex and Nesta can do whatever she wants with her body, as long as that’s what she wants to do with her body and not just because it’s the only thing keeping her fed and clothed. Cassian, I think would take on that perspective because I wouldn’t write him being judgy about her choices, in that regard anyways.

Because he’s also like... I’m going to kill any man who touches you. I’d probably have him like visiting the estate and Nesta being like someone just threatened my clients and another person paid for my time in spades and they never showed and it would be Cassian who did both those things. She would know it was him too, and Cassian would be like I have no idea what you’re talking about. He would get so irate thinking of her with another person, though, and Nesta would use this, goading at him to admit what he’s done.

Mostly, I would want them to hook up as human Nesta and fae Cassian because that’s my bread and butter. That’s the dream. Again, it would fall in the similar vein as acosf Nesta so it would be casual and Nesta would be like pay me for my time and that’s the only way she’ll start this relationship, because she doesn’t want it to be serious and she knows it just might be if there’s no agreement between them. It basically gives her what she wants without the icky emotional attachment lol, because she does want Cassian. She has the hots for him.

I think it would also make it more fun too then when she becomes fae, because I would so be using that same MO for any thing that the IC want Nesta to do or even helping Eris in some way. She’d be like what’s the difference between working in a brothel and working for Rhys? And then she’d be like oh I know! I choose to work at the brothel, I didn’t choose to be fae or come here. She’d be bratty of course and quick witted but that’s just how I always write Nesta. That’s my fave Nesta. And Eris would be like I won’t pay you for sex... unless you want... but I’ll pay you to help me kill my father and set up a trap and she’d be like buy me land and we’ll see how much I’ll play along.

#nessian #nesta archeron #cassian #nessian fanfic idea #vidalinav writes fanfic ideas

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softievante · 7 months

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hi so i’d like to request a fic please, because i keep thinking about vernon stealing mingyu’s food. so consider mingyu who has (unknowingly) agreed to be vernon’s feeder so like vernon keeps stealing his food and mingyu starts bringing more food as snacks/ordering more food at restaurants and vernon sees this as a challenge meanwhile mingyu is just confused as to why this keeps happening lol

ok thank you!!

hello, friend!! sorry for the wait, i only took this long because of Real LifeTM and other stuff that doesn’t matter that much rn. what matters is that i finished and i actually loved to write it bc i love any vernon pairings tbh. chubby vernon is such an adorable concept!! i hope you enjoy your little fic, thanks for the request :3

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when mingyu took jun’s place as hansol’s roommate, he had some instructions handed out to him. junhui made sure he knew about hansol’s weird sleeping schedules, his dissociative moments while listening to music, and overall quirky traits like meowing out of nowhere and staring into nothingness for hours, but what jun made sure to highlight among it all was hansol’s complete lack of ability when it came to cooking.

“he’s like a hopeless teenage boy, gyu,” jun had explained during a quick meeting they had to talk about the moving, chatting over coffee and pastries. “if no one’s paying attention, he lives off of bread and jam, you know?”

mingyu, after a sip of his americano, exhaled a light chuckle.

“that’s cute. how old did you say he is again?”

jun tapped at his chin. “he’s a 98, so 24.”

“yeah, should at least know how to fry an egg,” mingyu pondered, “but no problem, i can cook for two, you know i don’t mind.” he shrugged.

“cool. i have a feeling you two will get along,” jun affirmed, intending not only to assure mingyu but himself, since he didn’t want to be the one responsible for putting any of his friends in a bad situation.

“yeah, i’m rooting for it,” mingyu complemented, leaning back on his seat with a dreamy sigh.

turns out junhui was not wrong, but wasn’t totally right. they did get along pretty well, mingyu’s puppy-like personality filling the voids hansol’s cat-like one left, and vice-versa. sometimes, one had more ability to solve a problem, or could take over certain chores better than the other. that balanced out the moments that could be seen as a burden to their newly developed relationship, especially when it came to a topic that was, funnily enough, mentioned in advance: food.

mingyu discovered that, while hansol, if junhui was correct, would survive on bread and butter or something like that, it didn’t mean one. it didn’t mean he ate little. in fact, hansol was actually more akin to a human vacuum when it came to any edible thing available, which started to get on mingyu’s nerves as he never knew how much he should be cooking.

or for how long he should leave his meal out of his watch.

“hansol!” mingyu exclaimed, about to spit a train of curses. he sighed deeply and gestured in the air, “i was gone for two minutes, how the hell did you manage to vanish with my ramyeon?!”

hansol blinked one, two times, slurping the noodles in the process.

“sorry, hyung.” he didn’t look really sorry as he said that, which made mingyu squint his eyes in disbelief. “you left it unsupervised and i thought you could just make more if you really wanted it…”

“unsupervised? i was taking a phone call!” retorted mingyu, forcing his roommate to stop for an instant to think about another reply.

“well, it’d be cold when you got back…”

mingyu exhaled in defeat.

“alright. i’ll just make some more.”

in the middle of bringing more ramen to his lips, hansol stopped, eyes attentive:

“how much more?”

mingyu frowned. “haven’t you eaten your share already?”

“hmm, still hungry.” hansol rubbed his stomach unpretentiously, the loose t-shirt he wore hiding the slight roundness that was already settling on his lower belly.

mingyu gave himself a moment to consider, pondering if the boy was being too greedy or was indeed hungry still.

since he didn’t wanna risk being a prick and had to make a new portion anyway, he decided that adding a bit more wouldn’t hurt.

“ok.”

***

it kept happening. hansol’s never-ending appetite, mingyu’s ever-disposition to feed him. as the time passed, they became more comfortable around each other, their day to day dynamic much better than the beginning weeks of living together. chores were shared, personal space was respected, habits were learned. they functioned like proper roommates nowadays.

one particular thursday, mingyu entered the apartment with two plastic bags hanging from his hand, a paper one under his arm.

“brought takeout. too tired to cook for you today,” he informed, putting them on the dining room table.

hansol’s eyes glistened, a strange and curious feeling shining from them. mingyu was a bit confused, until he realized, “for us. i meant for us,” he corrected himself as he took the containers from the bags.

hansol, however, didn’t seem too affected by it. his hyung had said what he said.

“ah, mingyu hyung,” he purred in the sweetest voice possible as he opened the boxes. “you’re the best, you know?”

mingyu simply smiled, feeling a warm blush creep up his cheeks.

***

considering the basic maths of hansol constantly on the hunt for food, meanwhile mingyu made sure there was plenty available, even when he couldn’t cook himself, in three months there were surely some visible changes, precisely on hansol’s wardrobe and waistline. the loose shirts, shorts and pants weren’t so loose anymore, hugging tighter wherever his new weight settled: his soft, chubby (and adorable, mingyu thought every time a shirt rode up to reveal skin) belly, his squishy cheeks and arms, his supple thighs. no body part escaped from the routine of being pampered by his roommate.

and said roommate… well, mingyu got overwhelmed at first in the face of this new “obligation” he ended up taking responsibility for. from the first month, though, he started seeing as another part of his day, another duty as natural was brushing his teeth in the morning. plus, he did enjoy how much hansol seemed to like his food, as well as he sensed some weird kind of pride in watching him always getting full from it.

(did he dig too deep to understand that? no. would he be confronted with it anyway? sooner than he thought).

that happened when he came home to a sight he didn’t ever dream of, but it certainly seemed to have come out of one.

hansol was sprawled on the sofa, legs opened and body slouched, two hands over his shirtless torso, more exactly running over his distended stomach, which was obviously filled to its maximum.

his sweats no longer needed to have its strings tied, stretched under the curve his belly already made over his lap.

mingyu felt his face heat up. it’d be less embarrassing to have caught him naked, to be honest.

“h-hansol?”

the reply came first as a hiccup.

“yeah?”

mingyu walked with caution into the room, as if one wrong step would make him wake up from that weird dream.

“what did you… what did you do?” he asked, tone not a reprimand, but pure curiosity and… desire? he felt his head spin.

hansol breathed in and out, pressing his fingers on a few tight spots. he seemed to be concentrating on his mission in order to not appear affected by mingyu’s presence. “ate the lasagna you left in the oven… you cooked that for dinner, right?”

“hansol, that was supposed to be our dinner for three days,” mingyu pointed out, his expression communicating the shock that buzzed through his body. he got closer, eager to see hansol better. to touch him. “i thought you’d eat like half of it and leave the rest for the other nights!”

“oh…” hansol’s face was bright red, as red as the tomato sauce around his lips.

before mingyu could stop himself, he asked, “jesus, how did you fit all of that inside?”

another hiccup slipped from hansol’s mouth. this time, mingyu was able to witness how much it made the rolls on his hips and waist jiggle.

“p-practice?” he stuttered, now aware of the interest in the older man’s eyes. he decided to give his inner considerations a shot, “i’m no lightweight, hyung. never have been. dunno why you didn’t seem to believe that.”

mingyu’s eyebrows almost met in confusion.

“what? what do you mean believe?”

hansol made his best to sit straight, the weight of the food a ridiculous obstacle. he felt like he needed fo defend himself, “well, you kept increasing the portion sizes, and bringing more food! it’s like you wanted me to eat!”

mingyu was moving his arms in the air, frantically.

“hansol, what the fuck? i kept making and bringing more food because how else could i keep up with your appetite?!”

“oh.” with his arms behind his back, belly looking even bigger and making mingyu dizzy, hansol looked part cute and part sinful, the puzzled face turning into one of shame. mingyu wanted to bite him. “so it wasn’t like… a challenge or something?”

“what? no! why would i challenge you?”

“i don’t… i don’t know. you seemed happy when i ate. especially when it was something you made, but i figured it was the same when you brought it, too. so i kept trying my best to enjoy,” he justified, speech speed forcing him to stop to breathe. “i mean, clearly that had some consequences, but…” he gestured to his belly, shifting in place to accommodate himself better. it was the first time his gain was being openly acknowledged.

when hansol decided to finally meet mingyu’s eyes, he hiccuped one last time in surprise. no negative emotion laid there. quite the opposite.

“you’re ridiculous,” mingyu sputtered, taking a step closer so they almost touched.

hansol smiled, mischievously.

“hmm, am i?” he laid back again, rubbing his tummy like he was inviting, daring mingyu. “you kept making sure i was stuffed, so i don’t think you’re so innocent.”

“i wasn’t– shut up!” mingyu lost his composure, dropping his knees on the couch and pushing hansol’s arm. “you’re the one who can barely move right now, i wouldn’t be so big-mouthed about this.”

hansol whined.

“hyung.” he grabbed mingyu’s hand, guiding it to his abdomen. “you need to take responsibility for what you’ve done.”

mingyu sighed. big sigh. why fight it?

“you little fucker,” he cursed, grip tigheting on the softness of hansol’s lower belly. “you’re a spoiled brat, that’s what you are.”

“hmm?” hansol hummed, his palm onto mingyu’s knuckles in the intention of guiding his movements.

although mingyu accepted it, he also sat properly, pulled hansol closer to cuddle him and joined with his previous free hand, pinching side rolls just to see hansol yelping.

“keep still. tell me if it hurts,” he ordered, a pang on both his heart and between his legs as hansol sighed, satisfied.

at a certain moment, mingyu had to pinch himself to just to make sure that wasn’t a strange hallucination, especially when hansol’s whines became more of pleasure than of protest. he kept rubbing the space until it was almost completely soft, drinking hansol’s little noises like they were a heavenly beverage.

after a suave nibble on his neck, mingyu inquired, “do you still have room for dessert?”

#gyusol #cher fics #svt #i don’t really know how to feel about this one like i really enjoyed the dialogue #but i’m kind of in a writing crisis so hHHH #yet i also loved the concept #Thoughts #cher stop using your tags as vent challenge

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The best fanfiction I've ever read

The house of lane 66 (It is only accessible if you have an account on Ao3)

I am no professional story analyzer, I just like reading stuff, not everything I say is correct and some things may be misremembered because I haven't done a reread of the entire thing in a little while.

There is so much to say about this fic. It builds the world so far beyond what I could have ever expected from a fanfiction, especially an undertale fanfiction. I’ve read a lot of undertale fanfics and none have captivated me like this one has.

Instead of the skeletons being from different universes they are all brothers and are from the same universe. In a lot of fanfiction that I have read the other AU skeletons got sucked into the OG-verse usually because Sans did something with a machine. It’s a good trope but I can only read the same plot so many times without a palate cleanser.

As of writing this the story is unfinished but I very eagerly await each update. It has a way of just sucking you in, I’ve spent hours at a time reading it forgetting I need basic things like food and water to survive because that's just how much I get sucked into the story.

I have cried while reading this, I will not lie to you. You might not but I am a crybaby bitch and I get attached to fictional characters beyond the point of it being healthy.

I pretty much only read reader inserts and it can be hard to find quality x reader fics, this one reached far beyond my expectations.

I cannot express to you how impressed I am with the writing, the world building and the character development.

To give a brief explanation of the plot; MC (reader), finds a job listing to be a groundskeeper, having been looking for a job to help pay for her college. She meets a family of monsters, skeletons to be exact.

Monsters had just come up from the underground and were working for a way that all monsters could live up on the surface. Tensions between humans and monsters are high and it is feared that another war between the two is bound to break out.

Now there is a thing that is talked about that may be a bit controversial. One of the characters admits to having fallen for a character she met when he was underage, only having grown feelings for him once he was of maturity.

Now getting into the morals and shit of that is a whole other topic that I do not want to really get into. I do just want to say I think it further builds on the culture of monsters and the way relationships work differently to humans.

The building of an entire culture is very impressive to me. Things that are and are not normal to us and things that are and aren't acceptable. The author made it a point to say that she only became interested after he became an adult, the author did not say she had secret feelings for him before that point. To me that is a very important thing. It has been a hot minute since I’ve read that chapter so there may be some other important points that I’m forgetting but I don’t feel like going back to it right now.

Think whatever you want about it but remember that this is having to do with a culture that is completely separate from humanity, there are of course some things that are the same, mortals that both humans and monsters share, but things do work very differently down in the underground.

Personally if both characters are consenting adults and the relationship is healthy do your thing. If one loves the other and is not loved back as long as they respect the other person's decision and boundaries I also don’t care. Relationships can get sticky, especially if age gaps are involved.

ALSO keep in mind that these characters are fake and do not exist so ultimately in the end it doesn't matter. The two characters aren't together and never will be together so that's another thing.

I decided to add this part because I discovered the author's tumbler and saw they had a post about it. I don’t know, I just thought I’d give my opinion since this whole thing is about my opinion on the story.

ANYWAY

I want to talk about the character development, just a little bit I swear.

Spoiler warning here because I can't talk about the character development without talking about the characters and how they develop.

I’m gonna focus on one character that I’m the most interested in; Edge

Those of you who have read the story up to the current (I am writing this while the fic is at 95 chapters according to Ao3 and 89 according to the author) know that Edge is, well, Edgy.

He has hated the MC from the beginning of the story and only now around the current end of the story has he begun to really truly start to warm up to her. There were moments where it seemed he had opened a wall but that not really being the case in the end.

MC acknowledges the false promises Edge has made to her which I as a reader personally forgot about until reminded because nothing came of the promise (and because it had been awhile since I’ve read the chapters in which that happened).

His warming up to MC has been a painfully slow process but ultimately it feels more rewarding for it. Personally seeing him actually be kind (In his own way) to MC was mind blowing to me. I think it was even more impactful because of the false promises before, it seemed as though the two would just never become anything more than enemies.

Him actually trying to put in effort to make it up to MC (for an event I will not mention because if someone is reading this without having gotten to it I don’t wanna spoil that part. It’s way too good to be spoiled in a review post. I could make a whole rant about THAT part because I have STRONG feelings about it, both good and bad.) was astounding. I fully expected the same cycles to repeat themselves but it was a very pleasant surprise to see that it wasn't the case.

That first act of kindness after THE event was stiff and tense which makes perfect sense, It’s going to be tense for awhile and I’m not counting on it to be a steady walk to companionship. I think something else is gonna happen, something bad that tears their building relationship apart again. Maybe not something that was either of their faults, if Edge did another horrible thing I do not think MC would forgive him or give him another chance. Not after giving him so many already.

Hell, MC might be the one to fuck up and damage the budding companionship. I don’t have any theories as to what might happen between them but it just feels like something is bound to happen. Their relationship is so rocky and fragile and I think it’s bound to gain a few more cracks.

I personally love Edge and how he’s written and I am so extremely excited to see more of him. He’s been so scarce and every moment with him feels like something special. He seems to never fail to surprise me.

I don’t know if he and MC will ever get together, I don’t think it’s likely but I would really like it if they did. Don’t ask me why I am so weak for him, I HAVE TYPE OK!? If they do get together I think it would be closer to the actual end of the story, if it’s taken this long for them to get to the current stage it would take even longer for anything romantic to burst forth.

I’m kinda ranting now, I need more Edge in the story aaaaaahhhh. I have audibly gasped at some of the things he’s done and I have had to put my phone down to take some time to comprehend some of his actions, most of his actions honestly.

None of my friends have read this fic and I need an outlet to talk about it so I am posting it to my tumblr. If you did read this I appreciate you so much ahaha.

#the house on lane 66 #a03 fanfic #fanfiction #undertale #rant post #I love this fic so much you don't understand #self insert fanfiction

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Humanity, Friends Yeah!

Hi there randos who may or may not ever see this, I quit reddit so guess who’s reposting all their writing to tumblr? It’s me. If I’ve broken some ancient tumblr law, please tell me. Without further ado, here’s Humanity, Friends Yeah!

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Well, it was going to end eventually.

For the past two years, I’d lived covertly among the humans of the cargo ship Big Berta. For two years, I was one of them, Engineer David Jackson, as generic as they come. My job was to maintain the various robots on the ship, in essence, to make sure that the routine of the ship kept chugging along. It wasn’t difficult work, nor was it boring, in fact I enjoyed it very much. I wasn’t a daring pilot like Ito, a genius doctor like Hernandez, or a courageous leader like Captain Frasier, but I was appreciated nonetheless. Yes, the humans liked me. They befriended me, rather than leaving me to stew in the shadows. My mistake was letting them do that, that and getting so damn attached. That was the reason it was doomed to end.

It happened so fast, one minute I was inspecting a cleaning droid that Hernandez had taped a kitchen knife to for some reason, the next I was being lead to the bridge at gunpoint by pirates. The pirates demanded our cargo and all of our money, and the Captain was prepared to give it in exchange for our lives, but then Ito tried to be a hero and take down the pirate leader, but the pirates were quicker. Instead of shooting Ito, they gave the captain a choice; to spare the crew with her own life as payment, or save herself and the rest of us would be gunned down. Either way, our haul wasn’t enough to pay for our release anymore. They wanted blood. Captain Frasier, the selfless bastard that she is, chose to spare us.

The pirate leader raised his side arm, ready to send the Captain into the next iteration. Ready to take away my best friend my commanding officer.

I shifted before I could think, choosing the form of a Tanurian Warbeast. Those pirates never stood a chance against my plasma proof scales and razor sharp claws and fangs. By the time my awareness returned, the rest of the crew was staring at me. I searched their eyes for the fear, then recognition, and finally disgust that Others always have when they find out what I am. I briefly contemplated violence as a means of escape, but rejected the notion because we were in the middle of space, and furthermore, I couldn’t bring myself to hurt them.

I shifted again, returning to my true form. I hadn’t been like this is some time, this form felt unfamiliar after all this time. The last time I’d been like this, I was young, with my mother. I hadn’t been able to shift from form to form directly then, and I needed to take another form so we could board a transport out of the sector. That was the last time I ever saw her…

In truth, I’d always known it would come to this. My time on the Big Berta had been too good for me, too nice. Nice things never last very long for my kind, I was honestly surprised it went on for as long as it had. Still, these humans had liked me well enough, I thought that maybe I could convince them to let me off. I’d just saved their entire haul and lives after all, and they didn’t strike me as the greedy type. None of them needed the money from the bounty on my kind, maybe if I begged they’d have mercy.

I knelt, long thin legs folding beneath me as I put my head down. I willed myself to speak, and after a moment, the words emerged, crackling and shaky.

“Please, I’m still the same Jackson you know. I know I’m not who you thought I was, but we’ve spent two years on the same sh-ship, as friends. Please, don’t turn me in. You know what they do to my kind. I won’t be in the way, you won’t e-even have to see me! I can be a small rodent, I won’t even eat! Please, please…”

I looked up for a moment to see if I had a whispered prayer of swaying them, though I didn’t dare to meet their eyes. I saw in their faces… amusement?

I’m done for

I had to change tactics, I refused to give up, it didn’t matter that I knew I had already been lost.

“No-no wait! I can… I can become a beast of burden! Or an att-tractive female of your species! O-or a male! Or whatever you wish me to be! Just please spare me, I am at your disposal! And your mercy…”

I’d run out of steam, all that I could do was hope against all odds that something I’d said had swayed them. I kept my head down as I let out a hiccuping sob, a habit I’d picked up from the humans no less, which is why tears refused to come forth, no matter how I wished they would.

Over the ringing in my ears, I heard Ito burst out in laughter.

“Ha! I told you he was a shifter! You idiots owe me fifty creds each! Haha!”

In an instant, the other two began to laugh as well, and I slowly raised my head to look at them, utterly baffled.

“No way, I could’ve sworn he was a Culi spy,” said Hernandez in shock.

“And I really thought he was a synth! Swear to god Ito, your instincts are on point,” the Captain chuckled as she took out her cred stick.

After paying Ito, she approached me, and I again ducked my head, trying to look humble and meek. All I could muster was a pitiful “Please…” as I froze in place.

She knelt down to my level, “Jackson… did you really think we’d turn you in?”

I cautiously met her eyes. I didn’t quite believe what I had heard, and so I had to ask, “Do you mean to say that you’re not?” and when the Captain nodded, and I released the breath I didn’t know I’d been holding. Relief overcame me, “Thank you so much, I swear on my life you won’t regret it.”

“Now why in the world would I regret not turning my friend in to the bastards who want him dead? You do know we care about you, right?” She queried, and I found myself internally chuckling with mirth. She had no idea how quickly friends turn to foes when money of that magnitude is involved.

“Yes I know, but my kind don’t…” I paused to think of the best way to phrase it, “People usually stop caring for us once they find out. I don’t mean to be presumptuous, but, may… may I stay on the ship?”

Captain Frasier sighed and smiled at me, “Of course, dumbass.”

All the tension I’d been holding evaporated, and without thinking I shifted back to my human form, and immediately tears welled in my eyes.

The Captain beckoned me to rise from my prostrated position. At once, the crew battered me with a barrage of questions, most regarding my capabilities as a shapeshifter. Of course, I answered them all with bewildered honesty, waiting for the proverbial other shoe to drop. I doubt they’re letting me stay for nothing, my rational side kicked in, just wait, I’ll see how safe I am once they decide how they’ll use me. Finally, Ito asked me for a demonstration, and I felt the tension return as she made up her mind as to what form she’d like to see. Finally, she made her decision. “Can you shift into a dinosaur?” she asked with a certain child like enthusiasm in her voice.

Immediately, Hernandez socked her in the arm and laughed, “Now how would he know what a dino looks like huh? Do you think before you open your big mouth?”

The Captain rolled her eyes at the two as I just stood there in disbelief at their levity. “How ‘bout we start with something simple, yeah?” she asked, “can you do a dog?”

I nodded, then held the picture of the dog, a friendly golden retriever, steady in my mind as I shifted. The transformation complete, I looked up to the Captain, who smiled, and the other two quit their bickering to look at me as well. She let out a long whistle which, based on my research of human vocal expressions, was meant to convey that she was impressed.

“Ain’t any less amazing the second time ‘round,” she paused as she studied my form. I felt as though she was scrutinizing my very soul and judging my worth. I sent up a silent prayer that I’d been good enough. After what was only a few moments, but felt to me as a thousand years, she seemed to remember herself and said “you can, uh, go back to normal now.”

Following my Captain’s command, I returned to my human form. “Jackson,” she began, taking a serious tone, a harsh departure from the joviality that perturbed me so, “I don’t know who you are, or where you came from, and frankly, we’ve all been through too much this evening for me to give a flying fuck about any of that. However, I’ve seen how you act; you’re jumpy and nervous all the time, you’re a recluse, and you’re the best damn droid mechanic I’ve ever had the pleasure to meet.” She stuck out her hand, “I want you to stay, and clearly you want to stay, but to make that work, you have to trust us. I know that’s hard, but can you try?”

I took her hand, shook it firmly as was human custom. My mind was racing, but one thought echoed clear. This is my home, and these humans are the closest thing I have to a family. I can trust them, in spite of everything, I kmnow I can. Then, another, quieter thought made itself known. A thought all too familiar, that nonetheless made the whole affair bittersweet. I just hope it lasts

#humanity fuck yeah #writing #original story

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ghoooooooooooooooost · 1 year

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ermmm wowland spoiwers

bonus these r cute:

^ I LOVE THESE SPRITES SO MACH the dodge especially

fun fact: i get all his guns confused all the time so when i drew my 'airhead' animation i mistakenly made him 1-hand the rifle(?) or is it a shotgun?

"food", "food", "...", "food :)"

KJY - "Roland was a character whose eyes were fixed behind in many ways. When he first ran into Salvador, he anxiously kept looking backward and left himself open for a surprise attack. But, there was one time in the past where Roland could look ahead, and the encounter with Angelica is what I think brought change to Roland’s life. With Angelica gone now, he’s regressed to watching behind and reminiscing about the past. To Roland, Angelica is an angel that brought much pain as well as much happiness to him. Overcome with the grief of losing his angel, Roland wanders until he meets another angel: Angela is the source of Roland’s suffering, but at the same time, she gives him a reason to keep on living by any means. I remember the artists at Mili explaining to us as they worked on the song that ‘Gone Angels’ expresses Roland’s determination to kill that angel with his own hands and leave nothing behind."

^^^^^^ that makes me feel so many things

also you know, i only just now realized roland comments on all the groups of characters at the top of their pages <*bad eyes*

some stuff he says:

"Charles’ Office. A band of myself and the eleven Fixers who followed my lead, despite all my shortcomings… Being in the northern part of the City meant many of us had pretty extravagant outfits. I remember laughing at the way Astolfo dressed, too. We were together for quite a long time, and it felt like our company would last forever, but here we are now, going our separate ways. This wasn’t an unexpected outcome, though. I’d wonder if they’re alive and well from time to time, and it was good to see Olivier at the very least. I sometimes miss those simpler times when I could just focus on the now and live in the moment."

(about pierre & jack) "A restaurant aged 11 years in the streets of District 23; although it’s not super popular or anything, it has quite a few regulars. Its specialty is meat-based foods, and the main dish is Pierre’s signature thick meat pies. I’ve never tried one myself, but according to its patrons… the abundance and juiciness of the meat make for a fantastic meal. Now here’s the funny bit: some people don’t seem to know what the pie is made of. Well, Pierre, the head chef of the establishment, isn’t the type to babble out for things no one asked. Besides, we’re talking about District 23… the streets of flavor, y’know? Whatever methods or ingredients were used to make the food… most of those folks don’t pay any attention. They’d rather be taking another bite out of their tasty grub if they have the time to ask questions." (hmmm...)

(about the 8 o'clock circus) "...Perhaps that circus could be the place to restore your smile, forgotten in the hum of everyday life. I’d like to see a performance myself if I ever get the chance." (?? roland you saw what oswald did though......well if he wants to see the circus he can go see the circus <3 love & peace)

(about the smiling faces) "...The Smiling Faces apparently enjoy flaking human flesh into thin fillets to eat… They’re definitely far from the only ones known for cannibalism, but you’ve got to admit, their flesh fillet is something to behold. It’s uncanny how they can make the fillet so thin that you can see through it. Not like… I want to ever eat it." (HMM!? WHY DID U PAUSE)

(about liu association) "...That’s why most Fixers try not to get attached to each other; too many couples end up losing their significant others sooner or later. But, once you feel the warmth of someone precious, you can’t easily let them go. I sometimes wonder what the right thing to do is, if you lose someone who naturally became a huge part of your life." ( D: )

(about liu again) "I must wonder how it feels to be able to cherish something. To make choices for one purpose and even forfeit everything else in order to protect what’s precious. To restrain yourself from grieving for the deaths of the few to save the many who live on; to risk all you have for the sake of your loved one. I suppose it’s not the most unusual feeling. Everyone vaguely senses it, but no one bothers to delve into it. How could one name it… Love? Sympathy? I don’t think it will ever be possible to define this with a single word. A simple word wouldn’t do it justice, either. Nevertheless, it is a matter worth considering time after time."

(about distorted yan) "It sounds like there are beings comparable to gods in the City, such as the Prescripts. I think I’ve seen ‘em a few times myself… although they’re not memories I want to revisit..." (hmm...?)

#roland posting #lor spoilers #long post under the cut #it's 2 am gn

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Ristretto in Pink (A Huskerdust Fic) Part Three

He sauntered over to the bar and placed the dishes in the sink, washing them as he spoke up. “So you’s never been with a celebrity? Never ever?”

“Nope. Not to what I can remember and trust me I think I’d know.” Husk replied as he stood up and walked over to the register, placing a card down.

“I’m leaving. If you want to actually hangout just call me.” He turned and walked out without saying another word. Angel walked back to the register to take the card, flipping it around to see a red Jack of hearts.

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Gazing up from on the side of the street, the stars were aglow, and Ma I always said I wanted to be a star like one of them. I’d be a real Judy Garland, Carole Lombard, Joan Crawford, and Hell even a dame like Ruby Keeler. Just the way she danced around all dashing in those white frocks of theirs, the synchronicity, and the tunes were just to die for, a golden standard! Ma…I know you’re up there…and I don’t know if yous thinking of me…or how dishonest I was…but I see you shining and I just know Ima make you proud, mama. Even if I don’t get to see yous or sissy again…Ima make you proud, I’ll shine bright enough for even you to see. I’ll do it.

Angel stood outside the cinema. It’s neon lights blinking every other second as a few of the bulbs were broken. The matinee read: CLASSICS WEEKEND SUNSET BLVD 2PM, WIZARD OF OZ 5PM, OF HUMAN BONDAGE 8 AM, and WUTHERING HEIGHTS 10 AM. He found the time to change, his makeup had smeared near the end of his shift, so the spider reapplied it before his meet-up with Husk.

Husk looked from around the corner. His actor was staring at the matinee sign with the awe of a bug to a lamp, his upper two arms on his breast, the others limp. It almost made his icy heart crack with warmth; kid must’ve liked movies. He walked over and gave a playful grin.

“I hear if you stare long enough, the movies will shoot right from the words on the sign and into that thick brain of yours.” He turns to Husk and laughs mockingly, bending over, his lower arms on his hips as he stuck his tongue out.

“Up yours, Whiskers. I’m just picking a movie.” Husk stood next to him and stared at the sign. He’d never seen any of these movies, except for maybe the Wizard of Oz, but he only remembered bits and pieces of it.

“So what do you wanna see?” Angel had seen them all. Most of them in his lifetime, but he caught up with others when he died and went to Hell. To discover that movies existed in Hell was a shock, let alone having a passable decent afterlife was something he never learned in Sunday school.

“I’m game for any of em…” There was a twinkle in his eye as he stared at the words. SUNSET. BLVD. It rang in spirals and sent him into some tempest of vertigo.

“Sunset Blvd.?” Angel looked to Husk, taking out a small coin purse from his breast and smiling. This was a different face he had not seen on the man, one of innocent bashfulness. The way he tilted with his hands in front of him, his balance on the toes of his right foot; it was almost childish. Was he acting? Husk went over to the ticket booth, already with a decision, and handed him some cash to Angel’s dismay of paying for his part. Angel put away his purse and followed behind Husk into the theatre.

The smell of popcorn, candy, and the subtle sounds of soda pouring or popcorn popping, all absorbed Angel into a flurry of excitement. It was rather empty in the main hall, except for a couple workers behind the concession stand.

“Large popcorn and some sugar daddies.” Angel exclaimed, to which Husk rose a brow, and the spider put a hand forward as if to push him away as he scoffed.

“Its caramel you gutter-mind! I may be a slut, but I am not a prude!”

“Well, you could always be both.”

“And you could stop being a grouch for a moment too, but what we think’s a thing ain’t it, cat.” He flustered another scoff and crossed his arms as he walked into the theatre in front of Husk. Despite his looks, Husk was seeming to be a bit of a grumpy walking sarcasm. It reminded him of countless other men, be them creeps to jerks, Husk was on the latter.

Entering the quiet theatre, which had only a few others sitting spaced out, be it asleep, eyes focused and practically bulging, one dead for who knows how long, and others fooling around already before the previews, Angel found a couple seats near the front corner farthest from the entrance. The smell of the popcorn drowned out that of rotting flesh and cigarettes.

The movie was nearing the end. Husk had been watching with barely any change of face. Angel had his hands up near his face, bunched up, eyes watering. He could feel his mom practically rubbing his head and handing him tissues as she blew her nose too. Anthony mouthed in silent whispers with Norma.

“I’ve missed all of you. And I promise you I’ll never desert you again, because after “Salome” we’ll make another picture, and another and another. You see, this is my life. It always will be. There’s nothing else - just us and the cameras and those wonderful people out there in the dark…All right, Mr. DeMille, I’m ready for my closeup.”

As the lights beamed back on, the curtain falling-down in front of the screen, Husk turned to see Angel holding himself, his eyes slightly puffy, and the fur on his cheeks damp. He went to put a hand onto the spider’s shoulder, only for Angel to run out the theatre with sudden distraught, and a hand covering his mouth as the doors swung behind him.

His liquored heart sunk in his chest and soon he ran after him.

#huskerdust #fanfiction #fanfic #hazbin hotel #gay #my art

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twilightmalachite · 10 months

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Hermitage - Sunday

Author: Nishioka Maiko (with Akira)

Characters: Mika, Shu

Translator: Mika Enstars

"(I’ve been slowly rememberin’ since then, so I know why I wanted to change the ending now.)"

Season: Winter

Location: Acanthe MV Shooting Set

The following Sunday…

Mika: —Nn, nnah~…?!

Shu: Non! Idiot! What’re you doing sounding so spineless!

This isn’t your room, here you are Kagehira Mika of Valkyrie! Here you must behave appropriately in a dignified and respectable manner—

Mika: Oshi-san! This set is unbelievably amazing! H-How much did it cost…?

I’m scared…! I’m scared just thinkin’ about it…!

Shu: It certainly isn’t a trifling amount.

Valkyrie has reached great success in the idol world, and you and I as artists have gained fair recognition and income. Something like this should be nothing.

Mika: No, this is far past our budget! Won’t the deputy director get angry that we’ve spent this much just for a single song…?

Shu: Hmph. If he does, do not take any notice of him. Do not have to pay a slightest bit of attention to what he says.

Mika: Ehh~… I can’t tell if yer sarcastic or not when you get like this, Oshisan…?

Shu: Fool. A bit of sarcasm here and there is fine to let off a bit of steam, no?

Mika: Wha. I can’t believe I’d be hearin’ that from you, Oshi-san!

Shu: Stop saying stupid things and take your position. Kagehira.

I’ve prepared a production and set of the highest quality for you. I want you to enjoy it. Show me a performance that’s just as great, Kagehira.

Mika: ……

Shu: ……

♪~ ♪~ ♪~

(It is true that I may have made it a bit too luxurious…)

(Originally however, this was luxuriously made to be the set for a requiem. However, as Kagehira changed the ending, only the luxurious design remained.)

(Well, it’s alright. Because while unintentional, it turned out to be “just right”.)

(The meaning of “acanthe” is art and mastership, but it has another meaning—vitality.)

(Both Kagehira and I had taken it for granted until now. We had turned away from it.)

(And it was the same for you, wasn’t it?)

(I’m sure you already understand. That eternity isn’t happiness.)

Shu: (I may not know what’s happened to your soul, but…)

(I sincerely hope that you’ll be happy. You, who chose to be with Kagehira in another form, that day.)

Mika: …♪~

(I’m sorry, Oshi-san. I suddenly changed the ending outta nowhere. I just had the feelin’ to…)

(I’ve been slowly rememberin’ since then, so I know why I wanted to change the ending now.)

(Though I still dunno if it were a dream or reality, or if I really did hypnotize myself or not…)

(But dreams fade away as the days go by. And yet, as the days go by, I remember this more and more clearly. So… I suppose that makes it a memory.)

(That doll all by themself in that darkness must have been the me from my past. Or maybe, the me that never got to meet Oshi-san.)

(They were so similar to me, I grew too attached. I couldn’t abandon them… I thought it was okay if I stayed with them forever.)

(But… Then Oshi-san spoke to me. He… Turned the me, who was just an accessory, into a human being.)

(And that’s how I remembered my dream. How I want to become a light for everyone. How I want to show the children in the darkness that yer dreams can come true and they can catch the stars.)

(Thank ya, dollie. I think it’s ‘cuz of you that I wanted to have this ending.)

(How is it? Do ya like it?)

Mika: (Although you can’t be a human… I’d like if it I could be t’you how Oshi-san was to me…♪)

(From here on—You won’t be lonely anymore!)

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cyber-streak-extra · 8 months

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Romance and fluff blast!! @maraariana01 made the ITP: Happy Ending AU!!

Title: The Charming Rabbit+A Strange & New Feeling

Spring Bonnie had gone out to collect some groceries for his family. It wasn’t the first time he had done so, so he knew his way to and from the building. Although today, it seemed like his shopping would get a little more interesting.

He’d finished paying for what he needed, and made his way outside through the sliding exit doors. It seemed like, from the list he had gotten, that they didn’t need too much this time.

Admittedly, Spring Bonnie had been... a little distracted. He’d been thinking about his son. The previous day, there’d been a parent-teacher conference, and the bunny had gone to it with his son.

It hadn’t been the first time, no—it was actually the third. It hadn’t happened the last two times, but yesterday, the two of them had a little meeting with Dylan—the boy that bullied Oswald.

He didn’t know what Dylan had whispered to his son, but whatever it was, it seemed to have upset him. Before Spring Bonnie had the chance to do anything, he had been pulled inside for the meeting.

When it had been over—with it taking about thirty minutes in total—he tried to find the boy or his parents to have a little word, but didn’t have any luck. Oswald hadn’t told him yet what had been whispered.

“Oof-!” The bunny heard someone exclaim when the two of them collided. Spring Bonnie stumbled back, while whoever he accidentally ran into seemed to have fallen down—if the sound of something hitting the ground wasn’t enough to realize.

He didn’t know yet who he’d bumped into, but the bunny hoped that they were okay—he should’ve been paying more attention—he should’ve been looking ahead. Spring Bonnie knew it could hurt to hit metal... were they okay?

The bunny looked around, and quickly spotted who he had ran into, who was already beginning to get back up. Spring Bonnie stared for a moment in surprise. Who it was hadn’t been a human.

Instead, whoever they were happened to be a rather tall, orange rabbit—but not exactly an animatronic like how Spring Bonnie himself was—instead, the orange rabbit was more of a regular suit or costume.

Spring Bonnie hurriedly moved closer to the rabbit, all while also scribbling down something on his notepad that he had taken out. “Sorry!”

The orange rabbit stared at the yellow bunny—and rabbit’s eyes seemed to practically light up. “Oh! I never expected... I didn’t think I’d ever see another rabbit around here!” He sounded excited.

“It’s fine, don’t worry!” The rabbit quickly added with a wave of his gloved hand. Spring Bonnie noticed that the rabbit had two cymbals with him, as well as wearing a black top hat, a bow-tie with polka-dots, and a white and black vest.

The orange rabbit stared as the yellow bunny started to write again, before showing the notepad to him. “I’m Spring Bonnie.” He introduced himself.

The rabbit reached over, grabbing the bunny’s hand, and shook. He grinned excitedly. “Spring Bonnie?” The rabbit repeated, “Got a nice ring to it! The name’s Ralpho!”

Ralpho.

...

The encounter with the orange rabbit—Ralpho—had happened on a Tuesday. Today, it was a Friday, and Oswald had just gotten out of school, being picked up by the bunny.

At his son’s request, Spring Bonnie drove to the library. He knew his son liked to read—maybe the building would have some of the newer books that Oswald had been talking about recently.

Just as Spring Bonnie hopped out of the car, and started walking towards the door with Oswald, the bunny’s ears twitched, and he turned. Approaching, but seemingly not noticing him yet, was Ralpho.

“Spring Bonnie?” Oswald looked up at him, and then turned to look at what his animatronic father seemed to be staring at.

Ralpho, originally having been staring at the ground as he walked, looked up. When he did, just like the last encounter, the orange rabbit’s eyes seemed to light up—it was clear that he was rather glad to not be the only one.

“Spring, hello!” Ralpho called out with a wave, picking up his pace to get to the two. Oswald was confused. They know each other?

By the time Ralpho reached them both—in which the two both looked somewhat pleasantly surprised to see the other—Oswald figured that this would take a while.

So, as Ralpho began to say something else, Oswald made his way into the library—although he didn’t go all that far—he figured Spring Bonnie would want to see him and not panic.

...

The next time Spring Bonnie ran into the orange rabbit—on Tuesday—had also been when he hadn’t expected it. He’d been with Thomas. The two of them had been in the park together.

For the first half, it had just been the animatronic and human father—until, that is, Spring Bonnie noticed a familiar rabbit laying down on the ground—it seemed like he was stargazing.

“And-“ Thomas would’ve continued, but he noticed how the bunny seemed rather distracted. He didn’t notice the rabbit. “...What’s up?”

Spring Bonnie glanced at Thomas for a moment, before holding up a finger, and walking off to meet up with the rabbit that he kept running into.

It seemed like Ralpho hadn’t been expecting him—if the reaction he got meant anything. Upon reaching the stargazing rabbit, Spring Bonnie crouched, and tapped his arm.

Ralpho shot up, his eyes opening—which, to Spring Bonnie, either meant that he was sleeping (could Ralpho do that, unlike him?) and he’d just woken the rabbit up, or he was simply relaxing. Ralpho clashed his cymbals as he sat up.

“Wh- Spring!” The rabbit joyfully exclaimed, his tail seeming to wag for a moment or two. Spring Bonnie waved. “You- how can you be so silent when walking, buddy??”

Spring Bonnie shrugged. He didn’t think he was all that silent—he had assumed Ralpho had heard him approaching a few moments before.

Placing his cymbals aside, Ralpho patted the spot beside him. “C’mon, Spring, sit down.” He went back to looking up at the sky, but the rabbit’s gaze kept returning to the bunny.

Spring Bonnie nodded, and sat down beside him. He’d never stargazed before, although the bunny had heard of it once or twice before. Now that he was actually looking... it was rather beautiful.

“So! What brings ya out here, Spring??” He heard the orange rabbit ask him. Spring Bonnie took out his notepad.

...

Spring Bonnie looked around. To the far right of him, there was Thomas, sitting on a bench. He seemed to be using his phone—the bunny’s best guess was that he was talking with his wife.

With how dark it was, he normally wouldn’t have been able to even really see Thomas—but, the bunny could see in the dark. Could Ralpho?

“-I used to work at this camp,” Ralpho kept talking, and Spring Bonnie turned back to focus on him. “It was called Camp Etenia! I was there for a long time, doing Bunny Call’s in the early mornings.”

Bunny Call’s? Spring Bonnie tilted his head.

“And it was really great! But...” Ralpho sighed, a slight frown appearing on him. His ears seemed to go down. “Eventually, it closed. I still don’t know why, though. It was doing so well!”

The bunny continued to listen. He reached over, and put a hand on the rabbit’s shoulder. “After I lost my job, after it closed down, everything was so boring! So, I’ve been trying to find something new to do. And... I eventually made my way here.”

He leaned against Spring Bonnie, glancing up at him. “What about you?” The rabbit questioned.

“I came out of a time-traveling ball-pit.”

Ralpho stared at the writing on the notepad, and then back up at the bunny. “Really??” The bunny nodded.

“Well, c’mon then, Spring! Tell me more about that!” The rabbit had never thought much about time-travel.

...

“Spring Bonnie,” The two heard Thomas call out. It was darker than it had been previously. Although the bunny and the rabbit had barely noticed that.

“We should get going,” Thomas added, now off of the bench, and approaching the two, although he was being careful—watching where he stepped.

Spring Bonnie stood up, putting his notepad and pen back into one of his coat pockets. He started making his way over to the man. “Spring!”

He glanced back at Ralpho, who’d also gotten up, picking up his cymbals. “See you later?” He asked.

Spring Bonnie nodded, smiling.

...

Oswald, Jackie, and Thomas all had moments involving the two that they could remember, and shared with each other. Especially Oswald. In the past month, the two had been visiting a lot.

Which, made sense. The first three times, the two hadn’t been actively searching for the other, wanting to meet up—it was all more of a surprise meeting. But, now, that was what the two were doing.

Most of the visits and chats happened elsewhere, but with one of the more recent ones, Ralpho had been invited to the house. Oswald was surprised with how much the rabbit could talk.

“I’ve seen his tail wagging,” Oswald commented, taking a bit of his breakfast. He saw his mom nod in agreement.

She’d seen that, and she’d seen both Spring Bonnie’s and Ralpho’s eyes—it still reminded her of an excited cat in a way—like with Jinx. Jackie just thought that it was all sweet.

Oswald had watched Spring Bonnie leave a few moments before he came down to eat breakfast. He’d learned from his father that the bunny was going out to get a few things.

“I’ve seen it with both of them,” Thomas replied, swallowing some bacon. He’d heard some of Ralpho’s comments about a camp, and it sounded somewhat familiar to the man.

“Well,” Jackie smiled, “He’s happy because of him- that’s clear. And that’s good.”

...

Spring Bonnie had been in the middle of watching a newer rom-com that Jackie had rented. She was in the middle of something, so he settled on watching it alone—Oswald and Thomas still didn’t like them.

“Spring Bonnie?” He heard his son’s voice from beside him, and turned. But when the bunny did so, that was when he noticed some of the liquid fall onto the floor. I’m leaking? He hadn’t noticed—he’d been really focused on the rom-com.

Oswald was staring at him, frowning. “You’re leaking... are you okay?” With the extent of how much he was, the young boy knew to typically associate that with the bunny being sad... or angry.

The first instant that he could recall was back when he’d been saving his dad—his human one—after he’d gotten bitten by the bunny. It had been a surprising sight. And he usually saw him leaking out of anger usually when he was in danger.

Although, Oswald didn’t think that the bunny was leaking out of sadness or anger—he didn’t seem like how he normally did with either option. The bunny’s eyes were perfectly fine. He seemed fine at a first glance. He wasn’t unhinging his jaw.

Spring Bonnie nodded, although he himself was a little unsure of why this was happening—of course the bunny knew the typical reasons for it happening, too. “I’m fine.” He wrote.

Oswald moved closer, ignoring the rom-com playing, and sat beside his animatronic father. “Well, w-“ The boy started, leaning against the bunny... only to quickly recoil.

Spring Bonnie glanced at his son, confused. “What’s wrong?” The bunny quickly wrote down.

“You... you’re really hot.” Oswald replied. The boy had seen the leaking, yet he was sure that the bunny hadn’t suddenly been hot like this before. What was wrong?

At first, the bunny had still been rather confused... but after a moment or two, he began to feel it, too. The bunny frowned, and began to think.

He’d seen Oswald sick before. When his son had been sick, his eyes were rather teary a lot of the time—and when he had checked the boy’s forehead, it had been hot.

Spring Bonnie scribbled something down. “Could we go see Jackie?”

Oswald nodded, getting off of the couch. He wasn’t sure if his mom would be able to help, but he guessed that it was at least worth a try. What else could they do?

Spring Bonnie stood up a moment later, and followed after his son. Before he got out of the room, he paused the rom-com, so that he wouldn’t miss out on anything while he was gone.

...

“Mom?” Jackie turned when she heard her son’s voice. He was standing in the doorway, Spring Bonnie beside him.

“What is it, honey?”

While wiping at his eyes in hopes of just getting the liquid on his coat, rather than the floor again, Spring Bonnie started to write. Jackie moved closer.

“I think I’m sick.”

Jackie frowned, and glanced at her son. “I... I don’t even know if it’s possible for animatronics to,” He replied—but maybe it was with Spring Bonnie, at least. He was different than a normal one.

“But he’s been leaking like that,” He continued, they all knew the typical reasons, “and... he’s really hot all of a sudden. I don’t know what could be going on with him.”

Oswald hoped that it wasn’t anything serious, if he truly was sick or something. If he was, he wasn’t sure if any people—like his mom—would know how to help him. Would it be the same as when a person got sick? Maybe it would eventually pass.

“He’s hot?” Jackie looked back up at Spring Bonnie, who shifted nervously. She lifted a hand up, and placed it on the bunny’s head. Her frown grew when she started to feel the heat.

She pulled her hand away. “What do you think could be wrong with him, mom?”

“I don’t know, honey.” Jackie sighed. Spring Bonnie’s ears lowered, and he messed with the end of one of his sleeves for a moment.

“Spring Bonnie,” He looked up when he heard her say his name, and tilted his head. “Why don’t you lay down and rest?” Jackie suggested, “I’ll... I’ll try to find something that can help.”

With a nod, Spring Bonnie left the room to do just that. Jackie pulled her son into a hug. “Oswald, I’m sure he’ll be fine.” She tried to comfort him.

...

There was a repeated process. The leaking and the heat would stop. Everything seemed normal. And then it would all start again—sometimes it would only be the leaking—other times only the heat.

Spring Bonnie didn’t understand why it was happening—he didn’t think the others did, either. What was the cause for it?

It seemed rather random. A few of the times, like the first time, had involved him simply watching a movie—he’d be thinking—and then he’d realize that one or both of the symptoms were happening.

Other times, it happened right after a visit with Ralpho. Why? The first instance of this, the two of them had been hanging out at the park, and right after Spring Bonnie started heading back home—moments after the two separated—it started.

Three times at this point, the leaking and heat had actually started while he was actively hanging out with the orange rabbit—and he noticed each time.

Spring Bonnie shifted his position on the couch, a hand on the side of his face as he thought. What was wrong with him? Why did it keep happening so much?

The bunny wanted to get to the bottom of this.

...

It had been nearly two months. Spring Bonnie would’ve loved to be visiting with Ralpho—the rabbit was so nice—but he couldn’t. For some time, he hadn’t seen the rabbit.

Where was he? Had something happened?

Spring Bonnie was laying out on the couch, vaguely paying attention to the rom-com that was playing. He’d seen this one countless times—this was the eighteenth one, if he remembered correctly.

During the couple of times that Ralpho had been to the house, Spring Bonnie had gotten to watch some films with him—some that Oswald had suggested, while others were typically rom-coms.

Ralpho seemed to enjoy them enough, which made the bunny happy. He’d made a mental note to invite Ralpho over so that the two of them and Jackie could try to watch something together. That hadn’t happened yet, though.

For some time, he hadn’t thought too much of Ralpho being around—he figured the rabbit was simply busy. And maybe he still was. Whether the two were purposefully looking for each other, or it happened all of a sudden, it was always easy to find the rabbit.

Now that the rabbit knew where the house was, it was somewhat more easier for everything to happen.

Although, the bunny hadn’t managed to spot Ralpho at all in over two months. A part of Spring Bonnie didn’t want to be too worried—since he still figured that the rabbit could be busy—but another part felt worried—what if something happened?

He hoped he’d see the rabbit again—he missed him.

...

Oswald stepped out of the school doors, managing to slip past Dylan, who he had heard mention his name, although he hadn’t seemed to have noticed him.

He knew his dad was going to be a little late picking him up from school today, so the boy was going to have to wait for a bit.

Just as he was about to reach into his bag, planning on simply drawing while waiting, Oswald glanced to the right of him, and noticed something. Or, well, someone.

A familiar orange rabbit. He seemed to be wandering, but Oswald knew that the rabbit knew his way around this area—a couple of times, Ralpho had actually accompanied Spring Bonnie in picking him up.

Ralpho looked around, before his eyes fell onto Oswald. The rabbit approached him. While others were somewhat surprised to see him, others had gotten used to seeing both the orange rabbit and the fatherly bunny around town.

Once he reached Oswald, the rabbit knelt a little. “Heya, Oz!” Ralpho smiled, “Good to see ya! I was wondering, is Spring gonna be t-“

“No,” Oswald interrupted as he noticed his dad’s car starting to approach. “But you should come with us, I think. Please?”

...

Spring Bonnie had just gotten finished with vacuuming when his son and Thomas returned. He gave a little wave to Oswald when the boy entered, and went to feed Jinx.

A few seconds had passed, before he heard a knocking sound coming from the front door. Tilting his head, the bunny approached after setting the vacuum down, and opened it.

He stared, starting to feel his tail wag, although he barely paid that attention—instead, it was put onto the orange rabbit that was standing there.

“Hey, Spring!” Ralpho waved with a grin, and the bunny saw a movement behind him for a second—his best guess was that the rabbit’s tail was doing the same.

“Sorry that I- huh-?” The rabbit had started to continue, only for him to be pulled into a hug by the bunny—it was a rather gentle one, but that wasn’t much of a surprise. He could feel his feet leave the ground, though.

“Aw... you missed me that much, Spring?” Ralpho giggled, a faint blush appearing, and despite his surprise from being lifted off the ground, returned the hug. Both of their tail’s continued to wag.

As the bunny nodded, Ralpho moved his head, lowering his ears as he rested it underneath Spring Bonnie’s chin.

...

The two of them were sitting on the couch, Spring Bonnie having chosen to play a rom-com that he figured Ralpho would enjoy.

As Spring Bonnie lay against the back of the couch, Ralpho was sprawled out, part of him laying in the bunny’s lap—who didn’t seem to mind.

“What happened?”

As the notepad containing the words was placed back beside the bunny, Ralpho sighed. “Wellll, I... probably should’ve told you before I left,” He’d forgotten, “But I went back to Camp Etenia! I managed to get back there... just to see it again for a while.”

“The place you originally worked at?”

Ralpho nodded. “Where I would do a Bunny Call, yeah,” He nodded. “I guess I just missed it, Spring. I worked there for so long, but... I guess it was also like... my home, too.”

“I still don’t understand why it even closed,” The rabbit quietly added.

Scribbling. The rabbit looked back up when he saw something in front of him. “More stories from time there?” Then, he added, “I like hearing your stories.”

Ralpho grinned. Then, he nodded. “Sure!”

...

Jackie was in the middle of handing Oswald his breakfast when the bunny entered the kitchen. He seemed nervous. “I think I’m getting more sick.”

“What makes you say that?” The nurse questioned, setting the plate down in front of her son, who was more focused on the bunny at the moment.

“Getting worse... the symptoms. More things.”

Jackie set the bunny down in one of the kitchen table’s chairs. “Why don’t you tell me these symptoms?”

With a nod, Spring Bonnie began writing everything down—what he’d been feeling, what had been going on, everything. Jackie and Oswald didn’t say anything yet.

After he finished writing everything, Jackie and Oswald looked at it all in silence. Spring Bonnie nervously waited, staring down at the table, as one of his fingers tapped against it.

“Spring Bonnie..” He heard Jackie, and looked back at her. And once he did, he noticed how she was smiling—Oswald was, too. “None of this is because you’re sick.”

Spring Bonnie tilted his head to the side.

“It’s because you’re in love!”

“You have a crush on him!”

The bunny blinked, his ears going up. He was already rather hot, but he felt himself start to heat up further.

...

It was just Spring Bonnie in the house—besides Jinx. Thomas and Jackie were off at work, while Oswald had been dropped off at school a couple of hours ago.

He was pacing around. He was in love? He had a crush on Ralpho? What was he going to do? Should he tell the rabbit? How should he tell him? Would it go well?

The bunny groaned.

...

Over the next week, Spring Bonnie continued to think it all over. The bunny had never had a crush before. He’d seen a lot of rom-coms, and the confessions and such in those always seemed... so easy.

As the bunny continued to think, he felt someone tap his shoulder, and he nearly jumped. He turned, looking at Ralpho, who was standing in the grass beside him.

The bunny tilted his head as the rabbit pointed up at the night sky, grinning. “Ever heard of constellations, Spring?”

Spring Bonnie nodded, trying to look exactly where Ralpho was pointing.

“I think that one looks like you.”

...

Spring Bonnie had made up his mind on what he had wanted to do. Although, he’d nearly forgotten to actually suggest the idea to Ralpho—remembering right before he left.

He reached over towards the rabbit, who was turning away—and as he tapped Ralpho’s shoulder, he turned back around. “Hm?”

“Want to go to the park later? When it gets a little darker—that’s always nice.”

Ralpho, almost instantly, nodded. “Yeah, ‘course! It is.” He agreed, before turning back around. “See ya later, Spring!”

Spring Bonnie watched as he left, before letting out a breath that he didn’t need, nor did he realize that he’d been holding in. That was at least one part he managed to do.

Now, there were a few more things that he needed to do before they met up...

...

Ralpho silently chuckled to himself, grinning as he separated from the bunny. He had an idea.

...

“I’m sure you’ll find something here, Spring Bonnie,” Oswald assured him as the two entered the little store, patting the side of the nervous bunny’s arm.

Spring Bonnie began to search, and so did Oswald, helping him out further. It didn’t take that long for the two of them to find something rather nice: flowers.

Oswald silently left as the bunny began to look around, needing to do something real quick.

...

When the boy eventually returned into the main area of the little building, he spotted Spring Bonnie by the doors, holding something—which he seemed to have already bought.

“What do you got?”

Spring Bonnie held it out for Oswald to see—he had flowers, decently sized ones. A few of them were red, a few were orange, and the last few were a shade of blue.

On the side, was a somewhat big ribbon with the words: “I love you.” followed with a heart.

Oswald nodded. “I think he’ll like this.”

...

Spring Bonnie was standing in front of a tree, waiting for Ralpho to arrive—all while he kept the flowers behind his back.

Although Jackie and Thomas weren’t here, Oswald was. He was somewhat far away, but still close enough to see and hear what would play out.

“Spring!” He heard a familiar voice approaching, and he looked around. He felt his tail wag.

He turned, and spotted the orange rabbit. The bunny met up with him half-way, but still kept the flowers behind his back.

Ralpho glanced up at the sky for a moment, and so did Spring Bonnie. “You know,” He smiled, “All of that’s always been pretty beautiful...”

Spring Bonnie shut his eyes for a moment. It’ll be okay. The bunny took out the flowers from behind his back, and held them out in front of the rabbit.

...

Ralpho’s grin was growing as he looked back down, refocusing on the bunny in front of him. “Which, actually, reminds m-“

Ralpho stared, feeling his ears go up. He could hear a gasp escape him as he stared at the flowers, and he had to hold in a laugh of surprise.

For the entire day, the rabbit had been planning a little (more like a rather long) speech, that he had wanted to use to tell Spring Bonnie how he felt. He hadn’t been too certain on how the bunny felt.

He’d been planning on confessing—the rabbit had planned a good amount of things—but it seemed as if the bunny had beat him to it... not that he hated that fact, though.

As Ralpho stared at all of the flowers, he found himself staring at the orange and blue ones—they reminded him of himself. Smiling, he looked back up at Spring Bonnie, who was nervously waiting.

“Aw, Spring...!” He leaped, wrapping his arms around Spring Bonnie—who quickly wrapped his own arms around the orange rabbit—still holding onto the flowers. The two’s noses were touching.

“I love you, too!”

Spring Bonnie smiled, gently staring at the rabbit that he was hugging—feeling his tail beginning to wag once again. He felt so much relief and happiness.

Ralpho pressed his lips gently against one of the bunny’s cheeks—and Spring Bonnie could feel himself start to heat up again.

The bunny was so glad to have met Ralpho.

#Into The Pit #ITP: Happy Ending AU #<<Genuinely this time after all the angst I’ve been doing #Spring Bonnie #Bunny Call #Ralpho #Oswald #Jackie #Thomas #Fic #Story #I still don’t think I’m the best with romance #But I think I did pretty good #I hope #Anubis’s Chatter #Styx’s Chatter #Cyber’s Chatter

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A Wes Anderson-esque Review of The Wonderful Story of Henry Sugar

July 8th, 2074

“Images do not stay in my memory for long. It’s a curse I have been dealing with throughout my life. I forget the face of every person I meet, which sometimes even includes my close friends. To my fortune, I am gifted with the ability to remember words. I can memorise an entire book of 3000 pages by reading it just once,” he says as he finishes his meal.

“That’s incredible. You must have read a lot of books,” I say.

“In my younger days, I’d fritter my time away reading hundreds of books which never piqued my interest. I did it because it seemed to be the best use of my ability until I realised that it was my fellow humans who fascinated me. I took more joy in conversing with a random stranger during travel than in reading Sartre.

Which brings me to the creepiest aspect of my ability, which is that I can recite a whole conversation I had with another person word-for-word. The time and place of the conversation don’t matter in the least because I remember every word every person spoke in front of me ever since I was five years old.

Now, at my frail old age, death looms over me and most people I’ve met in my life have passed away. But they were never forgotten, and I must ensure, at the best of my ability, that it remains that way, which is why I asked you to create this collection of interesting conversations I had over the years.”

I assure him with a smile.

“So, shall we start?” he asks.

“Sure, do you have anything in mind for the first one?”

“Yes, I do. I want to kick off with something light-hearted.”

“Good to hear.” I press record on my device. “You can start,” I say.

“The following is a conversation I indulged on 28th September 2023 with a man whose name I didn’t bother to ask.

Before the city became uninhabitable due to climate change, Chennai used to be densely populated, where summers lasted for ten months. I was in the backseat of an autorickshaw, the one where you share the ride. I was accompanied by a young man in his mid-20s, whose face I don’t remember. Not even the details, there weren’t any oddities about him. He probably looked like everyone else.

Most people don’t like to be bothered and are comfortable with being quiet. People who’d like to be bothered become restless when in front of abject silence. Symptoms: tendency to be fidgety and shaky legs. It’s not always the case but you can rely on it as an effective measure to avoid throwing yourself into awkward situations.

To my luck, he was kind enough to take the burden of having to start a conversation away from me. He pointed at some place which was likely a house or an apartment complex and said, “That’s where I grew up.”

I’ll spare you the small talk. He was a screenwriter and was involved in the cinema business, something that I always ignored due to my condition. A famous filmmaker, Wes Anderson, had released a short film called “The Wonderful Story of Henry Sugar.” I lied that I knew about this director and he didn’t think twice before he started to talk about his experience of watching the film.

On the surface, it seems like a gimmick. Anderson, who is a student of French New Wave films must just be paying tribute to Truffaut’s Day For Night. But for FOUR CONSECUTIVE FILMS? There must be something more to it, and Henry Sugar helped me figure it out.

Suspension of disbelief takes place when a reader or a viewer is completely immersed in the world created by the author where the illusion is so strong that the laws of reality don’t matter anymore. Every film has its own unique set of rules, colours, costumes, style of acting, etc., Everything must come together as a cohesive experience for the audience to be immersed. If a film strays away from its ‘rules,’ let’s say the colour tone of Grand Budapest Hotel suddenly changes to the one from Asteroid City, or Adrien Brody gives a Shakespearean monologue in The Darjeeling Limited, the illusion will be broken.

The more whimsical the ‘rules’ are, the harder it is to establish them. It’s easy to set up a film like Rushmore where the ‘rules’ are somewhat grounded in reality. Isle of Dogs and Fantastic Mr. Fox had the luxury of being animated. The same can’t be said for his recent live-action films where the characters don’t talk or act like real people. Thus, the story-within-story trope allows Wes Anderson to establish his world. Henry Sugar takes it to the extreme with its frequent fourth wall breaks, allowing Wes Anderson to not be limited by expectations of realism and conventional storytelling.

Asteroid City, for example, could work without Bryan Cranston’s TV show segments, but they embellish the overall experience. When a film called Asteroid City starts with a character saying “Asteroid City does not exist,” you observe the movie and its characters from a detached perspective.

As soon as I finished watching The Wonderful Story of Henry Sugar, I read the original short story by Roald Dahl. I know film adaptations that are better than their source material, but I’ve never seen a filmmaker take an awful book and make it charming. Wes Anderson uses a fusion of audiobook and stage-play style of narration where the characters narrate the action instead of performing it. The visuals exist merely as an aid and not the primary storytelling device. You can understand 95% of the film with your eyes closed.

Roald Dahl makes the classic mistake of ‘telling’ and not ‘showing’ throughout the story which takes the reader out of the immersion. Anderson, on the other hand, takes it to the extreme to the point it is ridiculous. It takes you out of the immersion as well but in a good way,” he paused.

“I think I have to get down here. It was nice talking to you,” he said. We shook hands and he got out of the autorickshaw.”

“It wasn’t exactly a conversation, was it? It was more of a monologue,” I say.

The old man shrugged.

“Did you watch the film?” I ask.

“I did. Many times, actually. I used to resist cinema because ‘what’s the point if I can’t remember any of the frames’ but then when I rewatched The Wonderful Story of Henry Sugar, I realised that I could experience the cinematography again and feel the same way I did for the first time, a luxury I never had with words. I could never feel anything when my wife tells me that she loves me because I remember the ten thousand times she said it before. It’s good to forget just a little.

I began to appreciate the images I encounter in my everyday life. Every time I look at the eyes of the love of my life, I see the glint in her eye with affection I’ve never seen before. And of course, I began to appreciate cinema. Although, I don’t remember many of the films, except for some Wes Anderson that were basically audiobooks.”

“Why didn’t you ask his name?” I ask.

“I never thought about it. Perhaps the ‘monologue,’ as you’d call it, made me see the beauty in the unknown.”

I stop the recording.

“It was nice talking to you. I will write them down, and uh…”

“You can call me,” the old man writes down his number on a tissue paper and hands it over to me.

“Thank you so much,” I say as I get up from my seat.

“And my name is”

“No. Let’s not share our names,” I say with a smile.

I leave the dining hall to return to my hotel room. On my way in the elevator, I open my device to add The Wonderful Story of Henry Sugar to my watchlist.

#wes anderson #film review #movies #cinema #book #film recommendations #short story #cinematography #benedict cumberbatch #dev patel #robert yeoman #richard ayoade #ben kingsley

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