#and ron gets fucked because the man deserves that too
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Ron isn't a violent man. A dick, an asshole, prone to have more negative than positive things to say? Yes, yes and yes. But he's far from being violent. Said so there are limits he can't bare and alcohol isn't an excuse to not peak when someone isn't interested. They got back that morning from the USS Layton and they have been drinking at the O-Club for hours because they're all home and safe and they deserve a fuckin' break. Him and Ice? They're double, if not triple, celebrating. Winning Top Gun, getting back from the mission and scoring the men, in this case the woman too, they were mooning over for almost three months? If that doesn't call for a celebration what does?
Ron is dancing, Carole between him and Goose, and oh he can't thing of a better place to be and better people to be with. When Carole kisses him it taste like the Sherry Temple she ordered two hours before and then Goose tastes like beer and rum and yeah, he's probably dead and in heaven because there's no other explanation.
At least until a no from a voice he knows to well takes him back to earth. Someone, some fucking civilian, has Ice the wall and he's trying to kiss him. Ice who never drinks too much because he hates loosing control of the situation and who was dancing with Maverick the last time he checked. Ice who's been smiling all night and kissing Pete every two seconds because apparently drunk Ice means affectionated Ice and Mav was beeming under all that attentions, face red as a tomato and happy as a kid. Ice who's is kicking the civilian in the balls and punching him in the face because, just as Ron, he isn't a violent person but, differently from Ron, he knows how to land a punch or two. The civilian who looks pissed enough to not realise the man isn't alone and when he find himself a couple of inches from the ground he can't help himself to do anything else but screaming oh the fairy has friends! Ron would like to say he throw the final punch, he really would. Just like Mav would like to say the same but the first is still have the dude from his left underarm and the second is focused on Ice. But Carole, Carole has her hands free and she just swings her right first in his face and the dude is done. Ron barely notices letting the dude go because he has to check on Ice and wants to kiss Carole because such a badass sweetheart and he wants to ask Goose to take them home because he needs to get f-
In which order all of it happens is still a mystery the day after because Carole kissed Goose while Ron was checking on Ice and then Ice was hugging him and kissing Maverick at the same time and Ron is pretty confused on how that was possibile considering how tall he is and how tall Maverick isn't. Then there was another drink, some of the expensive shit only Ice could ever bother spending his money on, two distinctively different hands on his ass and Maverick was fussing over Ice a hand southern than he could ever be comfortable thinking about and one directly under the other man shirt. And, the morning after, there's a soft materass under his back, Goose is spooing him and he's spooning Carole, the house is silent and the headache is killing him.
Carole drove Ice and Mav home before us murmurs Goose in his ear so mine and your best friends are safe and we can sleep. Don't open your eyes Ron, sleep please and so he does.
now in fic format: here.
#ron slider kerner#nick goose bradshaw#carole bradshaw#tom iceman kazansky#pete maverick mitchell#slider x goose x carole#icemav#after the layton mission#au: no homophobia or dadt#ron slider kerner is a very good friend#carole is the designated driver so she doesn't drink 🌈#and ron gets fucked because the man deserves that too#everybody is happy and alive!#sorry brad-brad u aren't around#au: goose lives#polyamory#ot3: i even wrote you a love letter#otp: things get old our love is gold#top gun(1986)#hint of ice and his backstory
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Trevor Phillips Headcanons
i decided on adding gifs to headcanons to make it look more “tumblr-ish”, or cooler. I dont fucking know. take the headcanons!!!!!!!
TW!! angst, drugs,
smut-ish?
He has LOOOOTS of scars from acne or even rash. He hates the feeling of bumps on his skin or whatever. The scratch scars are from drugs too, when he’s intoxicated he scratches him self so bad that he bleeds.
Even though he never showers, our sweet maniac likes the feeling of smooth skin, although he hates the texture of all kinds of shampoos, he thinks they’re too liquidy, so he uses the soap bar instead.
Absolutely hates texting. Its too tiring for him to read all the messages and emails he gets, he prefers calling.
Loves playing with his balls and pubes. Not even in a sexual way. He does it for pure fun. He would play with em even if theres someone in the room. Thats why he gets kicked out of buses.
He RARELY uses any sort of social transport. When he does, its because he’s tired and desperate for transport.
Whenever he sees parents spending time with their children, he sobs. His crying gets even worse when its a mother and son activity.
As a teen, he would draw himself with fictional characters having an orgy. Although he never told anyone about it. Its his dirty little secret
Hes scared of getting better, he convinced himself that he deserves every kind of pain he gets. Physical, mental, doesn’t matter.
My man is KING at Just Dance. No one could ever beat him at it.
He once took a picture of Michael shirtless, now he masturbates to his tits EVERY SINGLE TIME.
He either beats the shit out of Ron when he’s sad, or cuddles with him. Though, he has to be really intoxicated to hug him, so mostly he beats him. Such a cutie am i right?
His love language is physical touch and acts of service FOR SURE. Don’t change my mind.
Even though he knows Michael isn’t really dead, he still misses him. He misses Michael TOWNLEY.
He actually cries really often, has lots of breakdowns durning the day. He’s mostly not ashamed of expressing his feelings, although he hates the idea of him being weak. He would bang his head against the wall when he feels like crying in public.
Sometimes he asked the strippers at Vanilla Unicorn to just cuddle with him. He really needs a hug goddamnit.
Would kiss Michael on the forehead after a successful heist. (Sometimes on the lips)
OKAY THATS ALL FOR NOW!!! LET ME KNOW IF YALL WANT A MICHAEL VERSION!!
i swear im gonna start posting more often 😭❤️ I LOVE YALL!!!
#grand theft auto v#gta fanart#gta v headcannon#michael de santa#t/m#trevor phillips#trikey#gta san andreas#headcanon#gta 5#michael desanta
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Gone
Cale Henituse | Kim Rok Soo x Transported!Reader
It is time for acceptance.
warning: mentions of self-harm scars and depression once, implied suicide
Deruth and Ron looked towards Hans who entered the room with a pale face. There were a bunch of papers held by the blond man and for some reason, something struck Ron right in his nerve that has him tense, especially when he saw the sketch of your face pinned at the top on a small yellowish paper.
"Your Highness."
Hans looked at the papers in his hand and gulped.
Deruth frowned. "Hans, what's wrong?"
Hans looked up at Ron, eyes containing so much grief that Ron was taken back to the time when he had to look at Beacrox when his wife was slaughtered. There was no need for Hans to speak when Ron recognized that grief.
Ron's shoulders slumped and he looked down. "I will call the Young Master-nim."
"Your Highness, there had been an accident with one of our trade ships during a storm last night. The deceased are still being listed—" Hans began to explain and Ron walked out of the room, closing the door behind him. He hears the harsh creak of the Duke's chair and his roar in disbelief.
Ron stood by the door for a moment, being reminded once again that the world was cruel in many ways. He takes a step and is reminded of the cruel things he had said, another step and he was reminded of how he had been so stupid to help you, one more step and how he had taken things for granted too many times. Every step he takes were accompanied by regret and sadness — losing one more person, to the heavy guilt for being responsible, to losing a child, to how young you were — until he stopped in front of Cale's bedroom.
Ron recalls your warmth when you hug him last night — shit, was it just last night? And you're already gone? — and how you had promised to be back soon. He thinks about the tension on your shoulders while packing your things and the way your tears fell when you wanted him to know you have loved them all as much as you could, with all the ways you know how.
You were brave for taking such a brave step forward alone, he must commend you for that. That was why he had allowed himself to help you get away because Ron wanted the best things for you and to get away and grow on your own was what you thought you needed. And what does the world give you for being brave?
It kills you.
Memories of you, sad or happy, now became bitter. Every memory of your smile became too much because you were too young and you didn't deserve such a cruel death. A sharp pain could be felt in his chest because he felt like he was responsible for it as well.
What would have happened had he tried to stop you instead of coming in and helping you pack? You wouldn't have been able to get to the port and board the ship.
Why didn't he ask you to stay for one more day? Why didn't he question the ship you had taken? Why didn't he think things through? Why did he have to be so fucking soft for you and left you to take your own decisions?
He should have stopped you last night.
Death comes at unexpected times, Ron knows that — goddamit, he knows that fact very well — and he knows that it never once considered the person they're taking away is loved by so many people, that this person has been fighting for happiness all their lives and deserved a little bit of freedom, and that this person was going to allow themselves to grow and be different, better.
You were going to change. Why did it need to take you from that?
It is almost robotic of Ron to continue his routine despite the grief that overwhelmed him. He knocks thrice and announced himself before going in like usual, approaching Cale and the kids who were sleeping so peacefully — he feels slightly guilty to know he will not be waking them up to annoy them but to make sure they'll be the first to hear the news.
He could imagine how Cale would feel after this.
"Young Master-nim."
Ron calls out, voice firm and strict. Cale opens one eye, vision still bleary. "Ron?"
"You are urgently needed in the Duke's study."
Ron's voice was emotionless and immediately Cale could notice that something had gone wrong. He sat up from his bed, hair still messy and clothes still wrinkled while Ron grabbed a robe. "What's wrong?"
"It is better for you to hear it yourself," Ron says, helping Cale put on the sleeping robe.
Cale rubs his eyes. "Has [Name] returned from the port, yet?"
Ron stilled for a moment and Cale would have noticed had it not been for the kids stretching in their sleep and groaning. Cale turned to look at Ron and was flabbergasted to find the butler already opening the bedroom door.
Something horrible has happened and Cale could not ease the unsettling feeling that's nestling in his guts. The fact that Ron had urged him to immediately get out of bed so early in the morning without washing up was already dire, but the serious look and the way the older man stayed silent all the way to the Duke's office was unsettling to Cale.
"Do you know when [Name] got back last night?" Cale asked, knowing you must have gotten home pretty late. He hoped you slept enough this morning before you continue working.
Instead of answering, Ron knocked on the Duke's door and Hans was the one to open it. The head butler allowed Cale to enter first and face his father.
When Cale entered the study, the first thing he noticed was the pale looks on his father's and Hans' faces. He sees that Hans' eyes are a bit bloodshot red while his father was on the couch, face buried in his hands.
"Father?" Cale called out. "What's wrong?"
Deruth looked up and Cale's gut feeling turned from bad to rotten when he saw that his father was on the verge of tears. Deruth stood up and hugged Cale for a moment, "Oh, Cale, I'm sorry."
"What? What's happened?" Cale asked. He would have grown irritated with how much everyone was leaving him in the dark but seeing the expressions of everyone in the room, he began growing anxious.
"One of our trade ships sank last night," Hans spoke up. "Most of the deceased are our employees."
Cale's blood runs cold. Didn't you say you were heading to the port last night?
"Where's [Name]?" Cale immediately asked, turning to look at Ron. "Ron?"
Ron closed his eyes and let out a sigh.
"Miss [Name] had boarded the said ship last night—"
Cale could feel his body slowly losing its strength. "No—"
"Cale, listen—" Deruth says, trying to hold onto his son before he could drown. "Her death is confirmed by the surviving passengers and our remaining employees."
Cale stared at his father's eyes and for the first time in a while, he feels his eyes begin to burn. "No, impossible. We just — we talked last night, Father. She told me she'll be back soon."
"I-I'm sorry, son," Deruth breathed out, watching his son's eyes begin to glisten. He feels his chest begin tightening at the fact that his son is going to be experiencing grief as he had once before when he lost the love of his life.
"No, it doesn't make any sense," Cale denied. "Why was she even on the ship when it boarded in the first place? She told me it was just some minor miscommunication, I don't understand—"
"Young Master-nim."
Ron's stern voice cuts off Cale's rambling and the red-head stops. Ron nodded to Hans to take the pause his chance to continue his report.
"They found her belongings and the hat she wore when boarding the ship. One of the crewmates had contact with her before she fell from the ship. They... couldn't find her body," Hans spoke slowly. "Her body most likely was pushed down to the bottom of the sea by the rubble of the ship like some of the other victims."
Cale could feel Deruth gripping his shoulder, offering some comfort as he listened to Hans but he is numb. Hans's voice became muffled and Cale felt like he was having an out-of-body experience, no longer able to feel any sensation and only looking out the window of his father's study.
Was this some sort of curse?
When he loved, it was one more person to lose. Was he an omen of bad luck? How come anyone close to him would always be in danger?
Can't the world give him a break?
Cale regretted not convincing you to stay, to deal with the problem in the morning. Now he's here, listening to how the ship you were on broke into two and you were one of the many employees the duchy lost.
Why now? Why after such a beautiful day out? Was that the world being kind to him, to make his last memory of you running up the hill while smiling?
What a fucking joke.
It seemed so stupid that a person as strong as you died from a sinking ship. You did not fight your way through life just to die so in vain.
"How..."
Everyone in the room stared at the Cale as he looked out the window.
"How will I tell the kids?"
Alver didn't hear of the news until late afternoon.
He finally had time to spare to have lunch after hours of sitting in the same spot, doing the same thing over and over again. Your letter to invite him to your picnic party was still in his drawer as it was only yesterday that the party was held.
His communication device beeped and when he accepted it, he was shown the head butler of the Henituse duchy's deadpan face.
"Good afternoon, Your Highness," he greeted, voice lacking any tone that would indicate his cynical nature, and right off the bat, Alver could see this was serious. "I apologize for contacting you like this but I called to tell you of the duchy's loss."
Alver sat up straight, tense. Choi Han hasn't entered the palace since the morning so he thought something must have happened. "Loss?"
"Due to the sinking accident that happened last night, the Henituse duchy unfortunately lost some of our best and loyal employees, including the assistant of our Young Master's, Miss [Name] [Last Name]."
Alver paled. "What? [Name]?"
Ron stared at the blond man with somber eyes. "Yes. She, along with 16 of our employees, died in the accident."
Alver opened his mouth, head procuring so many questions but none vocalized. He wanted to ask what had happened, how did you die, how can they be so sure, and how's Cale and the kids taking the information, but Ron immediately cut his train of thought.
"Due to this, members of the Henituse duchy will not be available for the time being as we mourn over our loss," Ron continued. "Please understand."
"I—" Alver stuttered. "It can't be, right? I mean, this is so sudden."
Alver felt played. There's no way you're actually gone, right? He had just begun getting close to you. He was starting to get on your good side and he wanted to see how far you and Cale were going to move forward when it was obvious that the two of you were in love with each other.
Ron stared at Alver for some time before showing a letter. "She left a letter for you, Your Highness. Please find the time to come over and fetch it in the duchy."
Usually, they could just send it to Alver in the palace. To tell a royal family member to fetch a letter was impudent, but Alver could see that Ron was indirectly asking him to come over and talk to Cale, that he perhaps could provide some comfort. Amidst all that, the fact that you left a letter for him struck Albert with confusion.
"I... will be visiting as soon as I could."
Ron nodded, slipping the letter into his coat.
"How are the kids?" Asked Alver. He couldn't imagine being the one to break the news to the young ones. "Have they gotten the news?"
"They will be the last ones to know."
Cale stared at the three children on his bed, watching them sleep peacefully. His heart is torn between waking them up and telling them the news quickly or letting them savor the peaceful morning first.
Cale decided on the latter. He cleaned himself up and changed into comfortable clothes, walking out of the room as quietly as he could.
In the halls, the servants are running around, some are comforting others, while the others continue their jobs. Deruth had hired people to do a search for the bodies of the victims and to immediately provide money to pay for their funerals. Some men are brought to the duchy to handle the estimation of loss they had to deal with and compensate their customers due to the unforeseeable event.
His legs carried him to your room in his absentminded state and he saw that the door was slightly ajar. Pushing it a little, Cale's heart dropped when he saw that your room was lacking your touches, nearly similar to the room he had seen in the top whip test.
"What the..." He stepped inside, looking around the room with wide eyes.
He could feel his chest becoming so stuffy, hands slightly shaking when he saw the bare vanity desk, your homemade makeup nowhere to be seen. He reached for the drawers there and saw that you had left the accessories gifted to you by the Duchess, ones you wear when there's a formal event.
"No, no, no," Cale murmured, moving to the other side of the room.
Almost as if he was in a trance, Cale opened the wardrobe doors and pulled out the drawers. He sees the conventional dresses and such, but none were ones you frequently wear. The few pieces of paper you kept on your desk were missing and the bathroom chest where you keep your bath salts and essential oils was empty.
His nightmare was coming true; nothing of you was left.
Cale stopped in the middle of the room and rubbed his face, murmuring, "No, no... Don't be like this."
He looked around the bed, checking the crevices and feeling his breath quicken when he found nothing. He nearly flipped over the mattress as he searched for something, anything, and when he found none, he tore the duvets off.
'Fuck, fuck, don't be like this, [Name],' he thought, running a hand through his hair. 'Don't do me like this.'
He looked up when he heard the door creak. Ron stood there with a frown, looking around the empty room with something unfamiliar in his eyes.
"Where are her things?" Asked Cale. "Did she take them with her?"
Cale was frantic and jittery and Ron felt his chest heave with grief when he realized the weight of his next words. "They are donated, as per her request."
Cale stilled. "Her request?"
Ron took out a letter from the inner pocket of his coat, presenting it to Cale. "She left a letter for you, Young Master-nim."
Like a thirsty man being handed water, Cale snatched the letter from Ron's hand, his whole body slumping with emotion when he saw his name in your handwriting.
He tore open the letter as carefully as he could and took out the letter.
Dear Cale,
I'm sorry.
By the time you've read this, I'll already be long gone.
I'm sorry for leaving you all without any warning. I can assure you that it is done without any pressure from anyone. My leaving is my own will. It is a choice I made, one I have been waiting for years to finally do.
I've chosen myself.
It has been a continuous struggle for me to constantly be ignorant of the question of what exactly my purpose is in this world. I feel like I don't belong here unless I'm given an explanation as to why I should stay.
It's also so hard for me to commit myself to this life — to you, your feelings, and mine as well — when it could be taken at any moment's notice.
I am going to seek the answers I need and while I do not know how long it would last nor what might entail my journey, I do know that I must do it alone because if you were with me the whole journey, I'm afraid one look from you will have me abandon my priorities.
Please let me choose myself. Let me be selfish.
Donate the things I left behind. Do not hold onto it. It will only bring you pain. Remember to sleep well and eat healthily. Never change.
Please remember that I love you in every way I know how.
All my love,
[Name].
Cale stroked the paper, noticing the circular dark spots on the paper and the smudged ink. He thought of you, sitting down on your desk and writing this letter to him in the middle of the night, tears dripping down your cheeks to the paper.
You were already planning to leave them all. It was just bad luck that you were immediately taken away from them the same night.
Cale doesn't know whether to be bitter or not. He knew his love wasn't going to be enough to convince you to stay — God, he wished it was enough, he wished he could have loved you more, maybe then you'll stay and be brave enough to commit to him — and he understands your feelings, but didn't you promise to not leave him without any warning?
There's an urge to ball up the letter and throw it away out of the bitter feeling of being dejected, and heartbroken, but what else would there be left of you if he did that?
"Have you arranged to have [Name]'s belongings returned?" Asked Cale, still staring at your handwriting.
It is now one of your traces that he will cherish.
"Yes," Ron answered. "They are on their way."
Cale looked at the letter and began folding it. "Set up a meeting with Withira and Paseton. Tell them of the news and that we'll be needing their help locating [Name] and the others."
At the very least, he needs to get you back. He doesn't want to talk to an empty grave.
Ron nodded. "As you wish, Young Master."
"And call for the crewmate that had contact with [Name] before she died," Cale continued, settling himself on the side of your bed. He touches the covers, smelling the faint scent of your soap. "I'd like to talk to him personally."
"I'm afraid it'll be difficult," Ron replied. "The crewmate is currently hospitalized for a dislocated arm and other wounds. He had held onto Miss [Name] before she fell into the water."
Cale's stared at the floor. He doesn't know how to feel to know that you had held onto what you could to stay alive and eventually died.
"Then set up a time so I can visit him," Cale said.
When Ohn woke up, the estate feels so eerily busy.
She heard the sniffles of servants outside of their door and the quick footsteps of several others. She turned to look at her siblings and saw that Raon was already up and was covering his ears with his paws, small whines escaping his mouth.
"Raon?" She calls with concern. "What's wrong?"
"Everyone is upset," the Black Dragon whimpered, stuffing his nose into Cale's side of the bed. "It's sad."
Hong eventually woke up from Raon's whining, leaning to the dragon to calm him down while Ohn is spinning her head to find out what to do next. She has a bad feeling beginning to grow in her gut but she just wanted someone to please tell her what's going on and it made her a bit disappointed in herself that she was not going to find out what the problem is like a grown-up but waiting for someone to explain it to her.
Just in time, the bedroom door opened and showed Cale coming in. The kids immediately looked up at him, observing the way the red-head looked tired and walked with a low slouch as if he had been working all day. His eyes are slightly red but his face showed no signs of tears. He looks paler than usual when he placed the letter in his hand on the nightstand.
"You're all up," he said dryly.
He noticed Raon covering his ears and lift the Dragon, arms slightly shaking as he takes a seat on the bed and placed the heavy Dragon on his lap. Hong leaned to Cale's side, still slightly sleepy while Ohn placed her two front paws on Cale's thigh.
"Ssh, everything's going to be alright," Cale cooed to the Dragon, caressing his scaly head gently. "Everything's going to be alright."
It felt like he was saying those words to himself.
Cale sat with them in silence, gathering the strength to break the news while he let the kids calm down. He tried to think of gentler ways to break the news, but how do you gently say that someone died to children? He knows that these children understood the meaning of death but he didn't think there would ever be a time for him to say that someone close to them had died.
Ron and Hans were sending out letters to the victims' families. Ron was directly contacting the others to know of your death and gave a formal request to retrieve the bodies while Cale had assigned himself to tell the kids about you before they could listen about it from about else.
In a way, Cale felt like he had failed one of his plans to become a slacker. He had wished for a peaceful, comfortable life with you all, you staying by his side and telling him about your day while he lays on his bed and the kids enjoying their days while never worrying about losing a home.
Now, you're no longer here.
"I need to tell you all something," Cale spoke up, budging Hong's head so the little kitten would wake up from his sleep.
Hong blinked, pawing at his eyes and yawning. He looked up at Cale when he felt Cale scratch the back of his ear, enjoying the gesture with a purr. Raon finally looked up at him with curious eyes while Ohn frowned, feeling like this doesn't sound good.
"Last night, [Name] boarded a ship to handle some problems overseas," Cale began, not wanting to tell the kids that you were planning to leave them all without any warnings. He would explain it to them one day, not soon, but one day.
"I saw her last night," Ohn added, remembering the somber look in your eyes when you walked with Ron towards the carriage. "Is she back yet?"
Cale inhaled, trying to think of the next words to say. "The ship she boarded was hit by a storm last night."
Raon and Hong began to frown. Raon tilted his head, "Is [Name] okay?"
Cale pursed his lips into a thin line.
"The ship sunk last night," he continued. "[Name] didn't make it."
Ohn felt her heart drop. Something had shifted in her world and her whole life was torn apart just by those words. She lost you? How could it be? She just saw you last night. You told her that kids in her she should sleep earlier.
You told her you'll be back soon, didn't you? You're supposed to come back, aren't you?
Why the hell is Cale saying you didn't make it?
Ohn's throat burned and she let out a gasp for air, her throat constricting her from taking proper, even breaths.
She couldn't stop herself to let out a pained sob, immediately covering her face to Cale's thigh and crying into his pants. Hong buried his face to Cale's sides, sniffles muffled by his dress shirt and his small body trembling against Cale's.
"N-no!" Raon flew up from Cale's lap, eyes glossy and on the verge of tears. "[Name] is strong, very strong! She is also smart! She's still alive!"
Cale could not get angry at Raon's behavior because this was just a stage of grief he had to go through. He held Raon, pulling the dragon to his chest. "I'm sorry, Raon."
"No! She's still alive!" Raon screamed, big fat tears running down his scales as he hugged Cale. "[Name] is strong!"
"I'm sorry, Raon," Cale murmured, closing his eyes. "I get that you still want her to be alive — I do, too, I want her to be here with us, too, but she's gone."
"No—!" Ohn yelled, like a child throwing a tantrum. She was finally looking up at Cale, showing her furry face wet with her tears. "I want [Name] here!"
"I'm sorry."
"I want [Name]!"
Cale closed his eyes. "I'm sorry, she's not here anymore."
Ohn crawled to him, burrowing in his arms while he held them all, crying into his shirt. As he held the three crying children in his arms, Cale could only think of how he wished you were with him right now.
Now he'll never know which side of the bed you liked more. He'll never find out if you do the dishes while cooking, he'll never find out the taste of your cooking that's made only for him, and he'll never have a future where he can start and end the day with you by his side, and he would never have a future where he can share the same blanket with you on your bed together.
He'll never have a future with you.
Everything he had with you is now only a memory.
"I'm sorry," he murmured to the kids, feeling his eyes burning and head becoming light.
He hoped he could be a little more of an emotional comfort to the kids, to be the pillar they lean on when they feel like falling. He hoped he doesn't come across as cold towards your death like how other people thought of him when his hyungs died.
"I'm so sorry," he murmured, shutting his eyes and letting the weight of his kids ground him. "I'm so sorry."
"She's dead?"
Beacrox and Choi Han stood in the kitchen, facing Ron with wide eyes. Beacrox let out a shaky breath and looked down, nearly spitting out that he doesn't believe it because he had just seen you a few hours ago, having been joking about being siblings and wishing you safe travels.
"[Name]? As in, our [Name]?" Choi Han asked with wide eyes.
"Yes," Ron answered, too overwhelmed to become irritated with the swordsman. "The Young Master-nim asked for a search squad for her body and the others."
"No, that's—that can't be, right?" Choi Han mumbled, letting out a nervous chuckle. "I just met her yesterday. I was helping her walk on the grass and she almost fell when the kids were chasing her."
"They haven't found her body so it isn't definite," Choi Han tried to be optimistic but he received a glare from Beacrox.
"The ship sunk in the middle of the ocean during a storm. You think she could survive in the water that long?" Beacrox questioned. "Save yourself the false hope."
"Aren't you too accepting of her death?" Choi Han challenged, frowning at the chef. "Shouldn't we trust that [Name] would be able to survive?"
Beacrox stabbed the kitchen knife he had in his hand into the cutting board. "You think this is my first time dealing with death? It's easier to think of them as dead than to hope for them to be alive. Stop being ridiculous."
Beacrox walked out of the kitchen through the back door and before Choi Han could call him out, Ron added; "It is better to lessen your expectations, Choi Han."
"But her body--!"
"Most likely pushed down to the sea floor by a part of the ship, like the others," Ron immediately cut off. "Again, it would be beneficial to lessen your expectations."
Ron walked out of the kitchen to leave Choi Han alone, but before he stepped out of the room, he spoke again, "Do not talk about your expectations with the kids. It'll make their grieving process more difficult. Save yourself the heartache."
"Ron!"
The voice of the red-headed archmage made Ron step out of the kitchen and turned to her. He saw Rosalyn with Lock walking towards him, both of them pale with tear streaks on their faces. Followed behind them were Eruhaben and the saints of the God of Death and the Sun God. Choi Han stepped out as well after recognizing her voice.
Rosalyn waved a letter to Ron's face. "What kind of sick joke is this?"
She pushed the letter to his chest and spoke with venom laced in her voice. "I swear to God if this is--"
"It's not a joke."
Everyone stopped to turn to Cale who was standing in front of them all. He looks tired, his eyes red-rimmed, and clothes wrinkled and a few wet spots were seen.
Choi Han began opening his mouth, still insistent on you being alive, "But if it's from sinking, then she could have held on to a debris or—"
"She's not you, Choi Han."
Cale sounded tired when he shut down Choi Han's suggestion. Rosalyn, stubborn as always, tried to reason with Cale out of denial. "Young Master-nim, [Name] is a strong, smart person, so I'm sure—"
"She's human, Miss Rosalyn," Cale interjected. "She's not you, who has immense talent in magic. She's not like Lock who is a beast person, not Ron, not Eruhaben-nim, and certainly not Choi Han. She's just a human, and there is no way she could survive in the ocean during a storm after falling from a ship."
Rosalyn could feel that Cale had become exasperated with the insistence of others but she continued, "Why are you so accepting?"
Cale's brown eyes are almost emotionless when he replied, "What good is there to hope?"
Ron knows that Cale was coming across as very pessimistic to the others but he knew Cale was just protecting himself and the others from hoping too much. He sighed. "If Miss [Name] had simply gone missing, we would be able to hope. Unfortunately, we have a couple of witnesses that saw her fall down to the ocean."
"Witnesses?" Choi Han repeated. "We should immediately interrogate them to have them confirm what they saw."
Ron turned to look at Cale who glanced back at him, nodding silently. The older man nodded, bowing, "I'll prepare the carriage."
He knew that Raon would be too distraught to use his magic and Cale was letting the kids rest.
"No need," Rosalyn immediately cut off, clenching her fists. "Give me the coordinates to them."
"Eruhaben-nim, please stay and look after the children," Cale muttered. "They are not in their right state of mind to be out of their room."
Eruhaben approached Cale, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Don't worry, the saints and I will stay here. And I'm sorry."
Cale nodded mutely.
He doesn't think he can talk much for today.
The last person to make contact with you was a 22-year-old ship crewmate named Klaus. He had sustained a dislocated arm from holding you up and a few scratches from wood splinters in both the palms of his feet and hands, as well as arms.
Ron did not disclose this information to the rest of them when they visited the man in the hospital. Instead, he first let them meet with the ship's right hand, Kore, as the captain had died in the ocean.
"To be honest, we weren't sure what had caused the leak in the ship," admitted the woman, looking down at her lap. "There was suddenly a jolt from the ship's belly and when the crew looked on, a chunk of it was already off and water filled up the lower deck so quickly we couldn't do a proper assessment."
The thought of explosives being transported and being triggered in the middle of the ocean appeared in Cale's mind. The Henituse had many enemies so if this was done by an enemy to weaken them, it made sense.
"Could it be magic or explosives?" Asked Rosalyn, voicing Cale's suspicions.
Kore shook her head. "No, Ma'am. No explosives were shipped with us and even if it was an explosion from magic, there was no fire. The jolt happened twice, once from the first time that caused the leak, and the second caused the ship to break in half because it felt like the ship was getting pulled down."
"It couldn't have been explosives if both happened underwater," Ron simplified. "Did you see Miss [Name] before all of this happened?"
"Yes," Kore answered. "She had been standing near the ship railing last I saw her. During the chaos, a crewmate of mine was the one who was with her the whole time before she fell to the water."
"What's his name?" Cale asked, making everyone turn to him. He had been quiet this whole time and to finally hear him talk made them relieved but also anxious.
"Klaus," answered Kore. "He's already awake, last I hear."
"Thank you," Cale said. "The duchy cannot replace the lives of the people you have lost, but we are capable of taking care of the expenses to lessen the burden on the families. I'm sorry for your loss."
Kore's brown eyes swelled with tears, nodding. "Thank you, Young Master-nim... and I'm sorry for your loss, too. Miss [Name] was a wonderful person."
Cale pursed his lips into a thin line. "Please get some rest."
Kore watched the red-headed hero turn around without another word, the heroes of the kingdom following behind him as they moved to the wing where Klaus was staying in. She saw how the grim faces of them all as they moved and couldn't help but think how lovely and lucky you must be to be so loved by these people.
When they found Klaus, he was sitting on his bed while staring at his hands, flexing them with a heavy frown on his face. He was sitting topless, showing off the ugly bruising on his shoulder and the odd contort of the bone there. He has bandages around his arms, several spots seeping with blood.
"Klaus."
Ron's cold voice surprised the young man and he looked up, flabbergasted to see the faces of the kingdom's heroes.
"Y-Young Master Cale!" He greeted Cale first, bowing his head. "An honor to meet you!"
Cale waved his hand, pulling a chair beside Klaus' bed. "Don't move too much."
"O-okay," he murmured, glancing at Rosalyn, Choi Han, and Lock's faces. He averted his eyes to his lap and murmured, "I suppose you're all here to ask me about Miss [Name]?"
"Tell us about every interaction you have with her on that ship," Rosalyn commands. "To the last detail."
Klaus gulped, slowly looking up to look at them all. He made time to make eye contact with them all as he spoke, "When I was helping the passengers to board the emergency boats, Kore had ordered me to run back to fetch Miss [Name] because she was nowhere to be seen."
"I had seen her sleeping by the deck during the storm and remembered feeling bewildered because she was sleeping so deeply." Klaus remembered being very relieved when he arrived to you that moment and you had been awake. "I had grabbed onto her to lead her to a boat but the ship had jolted and broke in half. She had been standing on the other part of the ship and it fell down but I managed to grab her on time."
Klaus remembered the way fear covered your beautiful face, becoming so pale from the cold rain and fear of death. He remembers how you had absolutely refused to look down and kept your [e/c] eyes on him, so struck with fear that you barely said anything.
Klaus touched his dislocated shoulder. "I... I wasn't strong enough."
"You let her go?" Choi Han questioned with venom, frowning deeply.
"I would never!" Klaus exclaimed. "I would never! I tried my best to hold on to her and she would have been saved, safe and sound had she held on to me."
Cale blinked owlishly. "What?"
"Don't you dare start blaming her just because you weren't strong enough," Rosalyn sneered, voice slightly cracking. "She would never—"
"Archmage-nim, with all due respect, I value Miss [Name] with my life," Klaus professed. "If it were up to me, I would have changed places with her because I know how much her life is worth more than mine. I was willing to lose my arm or even my life if it meant saving her."
He showed his hands and bandaged arm. "I let wood chips dig into my skin just so I can hold onto her longer."
Klaus held onto his shoulder with a pained look. "Miss [Name] wanted to hold on to me longer, but she saw me in pain and immediately let my hand go."
Rosalyn rubbed her temples, trying her very best to not let her eyes swell up with tears. She inhaled and then spoke again, "[Name] wouldn't do that. She wouldn't give up so easily."
Cale glanced around the room, remembering the scars on your arms up to your shoulders, the scars on your thighs, and thought about how maybe it was never directly stated but it was clear you still struggled with your mental health.
"[Name] suffered depression."
Everyone turned to Cale. The man was glancing at a spot on the wall, refusing to look at them all. "She felt like she never belonged here with us and that caused her to lose a sense of belonging here."
"That's—" Rosalyn gasped out a pained huff, sounding almost like a scoff. "That's ridiculous. W-we're a family. I mean, at least I thought we were... right?"
"She loved us in every way she knew how to," Cale muttered. "Not in the way we thought."
Rosalyn bit the inside of her cheeks, turning to Klaus. "Did you see her die?"
Klaus looked down, closing his eyes. "The ship had turned vertical when she fell to the ocean and I saw the splash her body created when it fell. If she didn't die from the impact, she would have died from the water filling her lungs as she'd be too weak after the impact to keep herself afloat."
Rosalyn felt her lips quiver. She could feel the painful burn in her eyes increasing every second and when she let out a sob, another one immediately followed without her consent. She covered her mouth to stop it, to not have the world see this weak side of her, but her knees grow weak supporting her weight and she drops to them, holding onto Klaus' bed.
"No, my sister—" She choked out, feeling Lock's warm body pressed up by her side, giving her a side hug. She could feel the sobs of Lock as he hug her. "No, [Name]—!"
The piercing scream that the Archmage let out as she kneeled on the floor made Klaus close his eyes, tears spilling from his eyes at the thought that he had been too weak. Seeing such a strong figure of the continent writhing on the floor, screaming for her sister, asking for you to come back over and over again was too much.
Choi Han let tears stream down his face, kneeling beside Rosalyn and Lock as they both cried for you.
"Choi Han, [Name]—" Rosalyn choked. "She's gone."
"She's gone!" Rosalyn repeated, in hysterics. Her hair is a mess, her cheeks face with tears, eyes red and face flushed red. "I can't see her again."
Choi Han held onto the woman, thinking about how you're now another loved one he had lost.
#cale henituse#cale henituse x reader#lout of count's family#trash of the count's family#rosalyn lcf#choi han#alver crossman#angst
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Not from the ask list but the characters in ur fics as Irish counties and why?
anon, this has absolutely sent me. i have genuinely never seen something more up my alley.
let's start with characters we can pull from the series for ireland's six superior counties, shall we...
antrim = oliver wood
a county full of lads who've never met a spivvy tracksuit they don't think is the height of fashion, and who have a vastly inflated sense of their success at sports.
armagh = tom riddle
armagh has a [deservedly] bloody reputation. he could settle down in the murder triangle. he'd like that.
down = draco malfoy
people who live in co. down really like thinking they're better than the rest of us just because it's easy for them to get to belfast [lads, how's that something to boast about?], so they have to be the series' whiniest flop.
fermanagh = rubeus hagrid
fermanagh is full of docile lads who build things, in my experience.
londonderry = ron weasley
canonically gorgeous, gorgeous girlies live in this fine county - by which i mean, of course, that i do. we deserve to be represented by the series' most gorgeous girly. and a ginger sweetheart with six siblings [so you know which side of the sectarian divide his parents are on...] would go down a storm with our mams.
tyrone = harry potter
my brother once had his nose broken in a pub in strabane, which doesn't sound particularly interesting until you realise that my brother is a priest.
by which i mean - a county filled with people who are reckless, quick-tempered, and always ready to throw hands? it can only be represented by one man...
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and then the rest...
carlow = quirinus quirrell
the most interesting thing there is a big rock.
cavan = percy weasley
everyone i've ever met from cavan has been really boring and really tight. so there's that.
clare = ginny weasley
because it's gorgeous, in a not like other girls way.
cork = albus dumbledore
look at this canon line and tell me dumbledore's not a cork man...
"In fact, being — forgive me — rather cleverer than most men, my mistakes tend to be correspondingly huger.”
donegal = sybill trelawney
always away with the fairies up there... and always drunk too.
dublin = walburga black
everyone you've ever met who lives in dublin is genuinely shocked to discover that the rest of the world exists beyond the m50. it's not not giving "has never set foot in muggle london and would die before she did".
galway = arthur and molly weasley
galway is the home of the nation's sophisticated [and, apparently, sexually adventurous] culchies - which fits two people from clearly quite distinguished backgrounds who nonetheless live the way they do...
kerry = gilderoy lockhart
you will never see american tourists get scammed more glamorously than in kerry.
kildare = regulus black
considerably less interesting than - and devoid of identity in comparison to - its neighbour, dublin.
kilkenny = charlie weasley
all they do is have red hair and hurl.
laois = daphne greengrass
on account of her irrelevance.
leitrim = sally-ann perks
on account of her irrelevance.
limerick = bellatrix lestrange
limerick used to be known as "stab city". she'd fit right in.
longford = mungundus fletcher
gombeen men abound.
louth = myrtle warren
because they [by which i mean the two people i know who were born there...] are always fucking moaning.
mayo = remus lupin
perpetually mopey, unless they reckon they're great at something.
meath = cormac mclaggen
they wish they were as class as the lads in dublin.
monaghan = cuthbert binns
genuinely couldn't locate it on a map.
offaly = grawp
i mean, who fucking knows? the entire place is a bog.
roscommon = aberforth dumbledore
you can guess why...
sligo = fred and george weasley
wheeler dealers, the lot of them.
tipperary = fleur delacour
the home of gorgeous, gorgeous girlies with striking accents.
waterford = dobby
they love a good strike.
westmeath = hermione granger
not somewhere you'd expect you'd choose to live if you were a bit of a know-it-all. and yet.
wexford = neville longbottom
they love to bang on about the soil.
wicklow = marge dursley
she drives a range rover and looks down on anyone who farms, change my mind.
[other answers from this ask game]
#asks answered#very normal fic writer asks#northern ireland posting#republic of ireland posting#why have i done this
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Big Family
Had some time during school today so I wrote this! Hope it isn't bad :P
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Ron Weasley x Male!Ravenclaw!Granger!Reader
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Holding hands was always so calming to Ron. He was very touchy, not only with (Y/N). It wasn't anything weird, it's just that his love language is physical touch, so he'd hug his friends without shame, and after finding out his boyfriend was 100% okay with PDA, he went for it. Any moment he could, he'd be touching (Y/N): hands on his shoulders or around his waist, lips brushing his neck, and he really loved when (Y/N) would sit on his lap.
For the snuggles aspect, of course.
Not for any other reason.
But after feeling particularly ignored by his family, not that they did it on purpose- but it happens- he seeks comfort through the touch of his boyfriend.
Laying on his bed in the Ravenclaw dorms, to avoid Harry's teasing, the boys held each other.
Ron's head was on (Y/N)'s chest as he laid on top of him, legs intertwined. (Y/N) had his arms around Ron, one hand coming up to comb through his hair. The motion further relaxed the hot headed Gryffindor, nearly luring him to sleep.
Ron reached up and took the hand from his hair, pressing a kiss to it instead. A blush spread across (Y/N)'s face as Ron placed the hand to his cheek, nuzzling it fondly.
"Ron?" (Y/N) hesitantly whispered into the calm air.
"Yes, honey?" Ron replied, his voice muffled with sleep.
"I love you."
Ron gasped awake, putting his hands on the mattress under (Y/N). He pushed himself up until he was eye-level with his boyfriend.
"You love me?" Ron repeated with an incredulous look.
"Yes. I'm in love with you. I love you." (Y/N) cupped his cheeks, tracing his freckles. The Gryffindor merely started in shock, fists clutching the blue blanket beneath them.
He couldn't believe what he was hearing. Insecurity and self-doubt overtook him and he scrambled off his Ravenclaw partner, sitting a the edge of the bed.
(Y/N) took this as rejected, sitting up and staring at his boyfriend's side profile. HIs brows were creased and his lip was trembling.
"I'm sorry, I thought I'd waited long enough- is it too soon for 'I love you's'?" (Y/N) asked, voice filled with anxiety. Placing his hand on Ron's shoulder, he flinched back as Ron pushed it off just as quickly as it had taken its place. He stood up, a stomp in his step as he turned to face (Y/N).
Red in the face, his breath picked up, but (Y/N) could see the tears gathering in his eyes.
"Why?" Ron asked harshly, fists clenched at his sides.
"'Why' what?" (Y/N) repeated gently, more worried for Ron than anything.
"Why me?"
(Y/N) couldn't formulate a response, eyebrows meeting in confusion.
"I'm fucking worthless, (Y/N)! You're a Granger- and a Ravenclaw- top of your class. I'm such an idiot I barely get past 'Poor' in my marks! Not only that but you're so handsome it hurts- but look at me! You deserve better than-"
Suddenly his face was in (Y/N)'s hands, both of them crying. Ron hadn't noticed the tears until now, the wet drops being wiped away by the pads of (Y/N)'s fingers.
"Stop it, Ron. You are not worthless-" Ron opened his mouth but (Y/N) shushed him- "You need to listen to what I'm about to say. You are the most beautiful man I've every met. And you are so smart-"
"I'm not as smart as Percy-"
"Fuck Percy! Listen, I love your family, but you must stop comparing yourself to your brothers and me, no matter how often your mother does. Just because you don't get the same marks as Percy or me doesn't mean you're dumber than us. I know nothing about quidditch!"
"Yes, you do."
"All I know I learned from you. Wizarding currency? You taught me about that too. And I'm sure you could beat Percy in any trivia about historic wizards." (Y/N) laughed and Ron matched his watery chuckle.
"You are just enough for me, Ron. More than enough, more than I could ask for. I love you, and you are more than deserving of my love."
Ron smiled, still crying, before pulling (Y/N) into a hug. His head tucked into (Y/N)'s neck and he breathed in his comforting scent.
"It's okay that you aren't ready to say it back, I just wanted you to know how I feel." (Y/N) let his hand run up and down his back, his other hand slipping into Ron's hair.
"Thank you."
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Ta-Da!!!
-Author Max <3
#fanfiction#x reader#fluff#x he/him reader#x male!reader#harry potter#harry potter x male!reader#harry potter fandom#ron weasley x male!reader#ron x reader#ron weasley x reader#ron x male!reader#ron weasely#ronald weasley
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6, 12, 14, and 21 for the Star Wars Violence Ask Game!
Thank you wifey! 💙💚 I'm gonna enjoy these
6. Opinion on canon and/or fanon use of the secret child trope? Discuss
I don't mind it. The secret child can be a good trope if the context is right for it. I mean Star Wars is centered on secret child trope pretty much. Where I'm not so into it is the Korkie headcanon that he is Obi Wan and Satine's son. It's a bit too crackhead for me and also it's not my ship so I'm biased against it.
12. Name a common fandom complaint that you're sick of hearing.
Anything about Rey tbh. I may not be a big sequels person but anytime the fandom tries reduce her to an overpowered female Luke and say she's unoriginal I roll my eyes.
Like they are nothing alike. Luke got to live comfortably taken care of by his aunt and uncle. He never had to scavage scraps just to be able to eat. And before anyone comes for me, I'm NOT ripping on Luke. He had what anyone should have.
What I'm saying is Rey didn't get to have guardians or a comfortable house or regularly even be able eat. She was abandoned and did what she had to to survive. As for the overpowered thing like she's able to fly ships or fight back, like come on. I repeat, she. was. a. scavanger. She got to know ship parts and as for fighting, she's had to fight dickheads like Teedo and probably worse to keep food, homes, etc. After rewatching TFA, i notice she learns from OBSERVATION. She mimics what others do around. This is a survival skill she had her whole life.
Of course Luke is going to take a little more time to learn things. He was never put in that situation where it was do or die (as any child shouldn't). Rey was and however fast she was at learning a skill is a result of basic survival instincts.
She and Luke ENTIRELY different characters and to say she's a female version of him cuz she's from a desert????? Reductive and a big lack in media literacy tbh.
14. What's the most egregious example of fridging in canon?
God which one? 😅 Fridging is probably one of Star Wars biggest crimes. Leia is the first that comes to mind because she died to redeem her piece of shit son that she did not deserve.
But then again, Anakin's turn to the dark side is also due to fridging with his mother and his wife. Especially with Padme since there's an old version where she actually gets to live a little bit longer with the Rebellion and tried to kill Anakin.
I may not be a big Satine person, but that's fridging too to give Obi Wan angst and more Maul animosity.
I'm still going to say Leia in the sequels though as the most egregious. Because it was so out of nowhere (yes I'm aware that Carrie's death was probably the reason but I don't care. There are better ways to kill off/write out a character than fridging). Her death served no purpose other than Kyle Ron no accountability. Like what in "Jesus died for our sins" is this bullshit? Why must Star Wars' most iconic woman have to go out for a man that did nothing but hurt and betray her? It's insulting tbh.
Edit: Luminara's death was fucking awful too. Like ain't no reason to have it be so horrific. Sigh... can Star Wars like not hate women for once.
21. Best canon example of a healthy relationship in Star Wars
Romantically that is a tough one. Honestly I'm coming up short with this one. Can't say Han and Leia cuz we only see their rocky start and end and nothing in between.
Maybe Kanan and Hera but their relationship kinda got ruined for me when suddenly at the end, he wasnt aware if Hera felt the same about him??? I just thought they were basically married and I'm supposed to be believe they haven't even had that conversation by THAT point in time??? Plus the ghost baby thing creeped me the fuck out. Can Star Wars please stop with the out of nowhere pregnancies please?
So yeah canon romances, nothing comes to mind. In fact Star Wars is kind of built on toxic romance.
The crackhead in me wants to say Owen and Beru 🤣
Ooo! Wait I found my answer! Cal and Merrin from the Jedi games! They are perfect 🥺 Idk what the next game will have in store for them but so far, the way they empower and comfort each other. They accept and love each other's differences. And just adorable all around. Sweet ginger boy with spicy witch lady 👌
#choose violence ask game#jedimasterbailey 💙💚#calmerrin#cal kestis#nightsister merrin#cal x merrin#star wars#rey skywalker#leia organa#han solo
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Lose me to Love you (Loki x Female Reader) (AU) (18+)
Read Chapter 10 here / Series Masterlist
Chapter 11
Summary: You tell Loki the truth about your virginity.
Trigger Warning: Extreme dark themes, Sexual abuse, physical abuse, public sex, Rough violent sex, 18+, Steamy stuff, Rough language, mention of suicide, talk of virginity and slut shaming, manipulative behaviour, mention of trauma, smut, toxic relationship between main characters. Dark themes, cult stuff.
He glared at you as you made your way back to the apartment late at night, he was pissed, he strictly told you to not see Ron, an older man like him willing to date a 19 year old didn't exactly scream safe. But you didn't listen to him of course. You wanted to see how much it would affect him, you wanted to see if he was merely being protective like always or there were other feelings involved, feelings that you had for him.
"Told you to not go out with that degenerate, i asked you for one simple thing but you can't give me that can you?" He sipped on his bear as he questioned you. He seemed calm but you could tell he was furious.
Truth to be told, he was hurt and jealous, extremely jealous, not that he'd ever tell you that because he felt like a pervert developing such feelings for you, he felt like a predator that he has always been. This was his sweet buttons, his precious girl, he felt even more fucked up now realising that he was attracted to you in a sexual manner
"You can do whatever you want but I can't? Why? I'm an adult too" you spoke softly as you walked towards him, the black little dress you had on hugged your curves perfectly, the cleavage you were showing off didn't help the situation, he was extremely affected by the thought of that man fucking you tonight when you looked like this, he didn't deserve you, nobody did. He snapped out of his thoughts as you sat down on his lap and placed your hands on his shoulders.
"I told you to not fuck that man..it wasn't a request darling, it was an order but you couldn't help yourself could you? Your cunt must have ached for a cock right huhh? Did you get it? Did you enjoy it?" Your eyes teared up as he said that but you didn't allow your smile to fade, your reputation spoke for you, the rumors that you had allowed to spread and those guys you dated worked against your image, you didn't care though, he told you that he won't fuck you and that he didn't feel anything for you so what was the point anyways? If he thought of you as a whore then you were a whore.
"I loved it daddy..he was so good, best I have had, going to see him again and you can't stop me"
Loki sat down on the couch as he thought about that day, well he did scare that man away from you, he even apologized in his own way afterwards for insulting you like that but what you just told him had changed everything, that man wasn't the last man, you went on dates afterwards with different guys, but everytime things could escalate he drove them away from you, he allowed you to have your fun even though it killed him to watch you with other men, he couldn't have stopped you from having sex with other people, especially when he wasn't going to fuck you either.
But then if you never fucked any of those men then why did you lie? Or you were lying now to mess with him? He was so confused, and if you did tell him the truth then what else were you hiding from him? His phone started to ring and it was Jolene so he sighed as he made his way to her room.
"You need something?" He asked her but then he heard her sniffling so he walked towards the bed and sat down on the edge "what's wrong?" He asked her softly so she held his hand in hers.
"I'm just..sad and it hurts" his eyes teared up as she said that, he felt helpless "Remember when I used to have cramps, you would just cradle me in your arms? I think I miss that and it's making me sad" She wiped her tears so he brought his hand up to caress her head, she was injured and on meds so she was probably overwhelmed, he couldn't help but wonder why now though? Did she not miss him in the last 4 years?
He laid down on the bed next to her and pulled her closer, as she clutched onto him he caressed her back gently, he didn't want to confuse her but she seemed upset and he didn't want to hurt her any further.
"You're so warm..I love this" he didn't say anything as she mumbled. If it wasn't for you maybe he would have fallen for her again or whatever he felt for her at the time but it was nearly impossible now, not just because he had to take care of you but also because it wasn't Jolene he wanted to cradle and sleep with, it was you that he was missing at the moment.
"Try to sleep okay? If you need something just call me.. I'll be here I promise" he smiled as he pulled away from her, his thumb brushing over her cheeks in a comforting manner, normally he probably would have kissed her on the head but it didn't feel right, not anymore, it felt as if he would be giving her something that only belonged to you.
He stepped out of her room and went back to yours, he found you deep in sleep as he entered so he took his shirt off and got under the sheet. You hummed as you felt his weight next to you but you didn't wake up. How could you sleep so peacefully after throwing that virginity dagger his way?
"A virgin huh? Have you been fooling me all this time or you're doing it now?" He mumbled softly as he was talking to himself really, he leaned down to kiss your forehead before he placed his head down on the pillow, he couldn't stop thinking, ever since Odin has escaped and Jolene entered your lives things seemed a little different, he has always been protective but these past few days he has been overly.. clingy. Something he didn't want to be, something he knew he had to control before it would ruin your arrangement with him. This was much better right? No emotional hang ups, no fights that went beyond the usual yelling or screaming. No fear of heartbreak. This was perfect.
In the middle of the night you did curl up around him like a reptile and when you woke up he wasn't there, he was an early riser and you liked to stay in bed for as long as you could. You could hear their voices coming from the kitchen and it made you feel frustrated already, you didn't have the luxury of a distraction as you didn't have to be on the set today or even tomorrow.
Great, a full day with the love of your life and the love of his life.
You got showered and chose a floral dress, it had a square deep neckline and frills on the sleeves that made you feel cute but also sexy, you also put some makeup on as you wanted to look good. As you were about to step out there suddenly the conversation from last night hit you, you had let the secret out and he had stormed out of the room. Was he upset? Did he think you were lying? You had no idea but maybe it would be good to just keep the lie going, a virgin still? He'd pity you and that was the last thing you needed.
"Morning" you mumbled as you entered the kitchen, she was sitting in your spot again and she can't even walk so he must have picked her up and put her there.
"Got paid, what should we do?" He asked you so you thought about it, everytime you two got paid he treated you both to something, just a little thing you both did but you definitely didn't want to share the tradition with Jolene. You walked closer to him and hugged him from behind, you looked at Jolene and she was fuming so you smiled at her, you pressed several kisses on his back before you grabbed the plate of warm pancakes he had made and went to your room to eat.
"Do you do all the work around here?" Jolene asked him so he looked at her, he could sense the judgement in her voice "She does it when I'm busy" he told her so she hummed in response.
After breakfast he decided to talk to you so he went to your room, you were on the bed laying on the front, the plate of the pancakes were placed to the right and your legs were flailing up and down as you scrolled something on your phone.
"We need to talk" you smiled as you heard his voice but ofcourse he couldn't see you.
"About what?"
As he climbed on the bed he flipped you around on your back and pinned you underneath him .
"You know what"
"I lied" you smiled and the corner of his mouth curved as well.
"Why?"
"Just wanted to mess with you" he looked at you as if he didn't believe you
"Were you messing with me last night or you're messing with me now?"
"I guess we will never find out huh" he chuckled as you said that.
"Why would you lie darling?" He asked you again even though you had already answered him.
"I told you"
"No you are lying sweetheart" his hair tickled your face so you pushed them behind his shoulder with your fingers, he was staring at you with such intensity that you wanted to tell him everything, tell him your truth and why you did it but you felt scared and pathetic. What would he think? Would it even matter to him? Would he even care?
"It doesn't matter" he sighed as you said that.
"Fine..talk to me only when you want to tell me the truth" he got off you and left the room immediately, you sighed deeply as you found yourself in a troubling situation, why did you have to open your big mouth like that last night?
The fact that you were a virgin as the day you were born made him feel even more protective about you, all this time he taunted you about those boys at the orphanage, he hurt you with his words when you went out with those men, anything could have happened with you by the hands of those men. They could have taken an advantage or make you do something you didn't want to do.
He really thought the little threat he gave you would make you crawl back to him but to his surprise he didn't hear from you all day so he spent his day with Jolene. What option did he really have? At night when you finally came out he was sitting alone on the couch thankfully.
"What do you want me to say?" you asked him so he shrugged.
"Truth"
"Can I sit on your lap?" You asked him as you walked towards him so he smiled.
"Since when do you need my permission?"
"Since forever"
You sat down on his lap with your knees folded on either side of his thighs, as your eyes met you cupped his cheeks and kissed his forehead.
"What happened to John? You were just fourteen y/n..the story that reached me doesn't go with you being untouched so far" he came straight to the point it seems.
"Okay so when I said virgin.. I just meant I haven't had a dick inside my vagina until now" he furrowed his brows as you said that.
"That's exactly what being a virgin means?"
"Just wanted to clarify that I have kissed and made out and other stuff" you mumbled like a fool. Why did you have to be like this? "He liked me, alot, he was my neighbour at the foster home, I somehow got into a foster home and fucked it up can you believe it?" You chuckled so he nodded.
"That boy tried to hurt himself because you manipulated him and asked him to have sex with you, that's what they told me"
"And you believed them?" Your eyes teared up and so did his "Not the whole truth..he was umm..he was sweet and kind and he treated me .. nicely" well he was nice until he wasn't "But he was just another teenage boy, and boys want sex " His eyes flickered as you said that, with your past and everything when Steve told him about what had happened he just assumed that you were a damaged child doing damaging things in life
"What did he do?"
"He found out about the cult and he thought..I must be freaky and whatnot..so he initiated it and i said no, he was okay with it but then he couldn't stop getting touchy even when I didn't want it, that made me lose whatever feelings I had for him slowly"
"Did you even like this guy?"
"I did.. well I thought I did" your voice broke so he pulled you closer to him and his arms wrapped around your waist in a comforting manner, he pressed a soft kiss on your neck so you clutched onto him
"After our break-up he was a little sad and he had other issues himself that led him to hurt himself but he was scared his parents would disown him or whatever so he lied about me and his parents complained to the family I was living with and I was immediately sent back to the orphanage, the girls there learned about my past too as we got a little older and all of a sudden I was just that freak from the cult. Oh!!! look freaky y/n gave Jaden a blowjob at the mall's bathroom. Did you hear how freaky y/n sneaked Lucas in her bedroom? What a whore right?"
He was told about everything and his heart didn't want to believe that his sweet buttons could ever be so careless, but when he came back to you and the way you behaved with him, he started to think of those incidents as facts, you didn't say anything to change his perception either.
"None of those things happened, I liked those boys but that was it, we didn't even date properly because I never wanted to go that far but everytime I said no..i became the villain, I became that slut from the sex cult who was manipulating innocent boys" you looked at him and his eyes teared up, he knew what you meant, he understood the pain of it , he could tell you weren't lying to him anymore. Why didn't he ask you about this before? He thought not talking about your past lives will be better for both of you but maybe he was wrong.
"What about that man you went out with on your 19th birthday or several others after that?" he asked you so you looked at him
"Well I'm not fuckin them if that's what you mean..I just watched a movie and had dinner"
"Why didn't you fuck any of them?" You opened your mouth and were about to answer his question but you heard his bedroom door opening and as you turned your head around you found an angry looking Jolene glaring at you .
"Can we talk? In private" She said to him so you kissed his forehead,
"I'm willing to tell you the truth if you're willing to listen" you got off his lap after you said that and went to your room, making sure to smile at jolene to piss her off even more.
You pressed your ears against the door and you could hear her yelling at him so loudly that you feared that old woman living next to you would file another complaint
"How could you indulge her like that Loki? What's wrong with you?" She said to him and it made you chuckle.
"What do you mean?" He asked her
"You know what I mean Loki..she was just a kid when you met her, god that's disgusting, what is wrong with you? Are you fucking her?" your eyes teared up as she said that to him. How dare she? She was demonizing him for something that wasn't in his control, besides he never even fucked you or even tried to when you knew very well that any other man in his place would have tried to take advantage of the situation especially when you were so desperate for him to love you in anyways he wanted.
You heard his door slamming shut so you quickly sat down on the bed and pretended as if you weren't eavesdropping. As he entered your room you noticed his red face, he was either angry or he had cried, probably both.
"Why didn't you fuck them?" He asked you, his voice sounded harsh but you knew it wasn't because of you, it was because of what she had said to him so you smiled at him.
"You know John..he umm.. he was tall..so tall for his age.. he was lanky but not in a bad way, green eyes, raven curly hair, face like an angel" you took a momentarily pause as you looked at him so he walked towards you "Reminded me of someone, someone I really wanted to hold and get back to"
Your eyes welled up with tears and his face softened too. He cupped your cheeks and made you look up at him, his thumbs wiped your tears,
"I liked him..I did, but one time we were making out and I just couldn't get myself to feel for him, as I looked into his eyes I realized that he was just a copy..he wasn't who I wanted, he wasn't who I dreamed of, it wasn't fair to him"
"You were just a kid y/n"
"I know..that's why I tried over and over again to move on..to forget Youuuu but I couldn't..and then you came for me and I thought It was meant to be you know..but when you told me that you would never ever feel anything for me in that way I couldn't take it.. I got desperate and I wanted to hurt you that night so I did and said what I thought would hurt you.."
He made you stand up as you confessed some of the things you have been hiding from him all this time, he knew you lusted after him but hearing you say all this to him made him realize that the bond you both shared with each other was way deeper than just lust on your side or responsibility on his side, his thumbs rubbed against your cheeks to wipe your tears but they kept coming.
"I can't give you what you want from me darling.. you were just a child when I met you.. it's wrong for me to even think of you like that" He had always felt like a pervert thinking of you like that, he was his father's son afterall.
"It's not wrong anymore…look at me, what's the difference between me and those women you fuck? You have fucked girls younger than me" you raised your voice so he shook his head.
"It's not the same thing"
"Whyyy? What's the difference then?"
"You won't understand"
"Enlighten me then.. because It hurts.. watching you with them..it hurts" you clutched onto his shirt as you cried furiously, he wanted to calm you down but his own emotions felt too much at the moment.
"I'm sorry baby I really am.. I just can't ruin you like that, you're too important for me to be ruined like that, moreso now, you saved yourself for meeee? This monster? Things I have done in life would make your skin crawl"
He pulled you away from him and then he left, you bared your soul open to him and you didn't think it made any difference.
He grabbed his jacket and walked out of the apartment, the argument with Jolene and then this discussion felt too much at once, he wanted to tell you that he felt the same but he couldn't, he didn't want to fuck this up more with such feelings that he knew would fade once he had given himself completely, he took a leap of faith once and it only damaged him further.
He was at some bar getting drunk when Jolene called him, he didn't want to talk to her, he really needed her to get out of their lives, probably shouldn't have left you two in the same apartment.
He couldn't stop thinking about you being a virgin still and suddenly he had an epiphany, a fear that he thought he had overcome returned again, that was one of the things he didn't have to worry about anymore but this new revelation meant your life was in even more danger now that Odin was free to hunt again. It wasn't just a matter of revenge any longer when it comes to you. Once Odin finds out about you he'd try to finish the ritual he had started.
Blood of a virgin, that's what he needed for the final sacrifice.
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Exile
We're back for Era 5 of @cruelsummer-ficfest!
Song: Exile (Folklore)
Ship: Romione
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His hand tightens around the bottle of Butterbeer he’s suddenly lost the taste for. He knew she’d be here; why wouldn’t she? But he still hoped she wouldn’t show.
To make matters worse, she walks in with another man. And not just any man, but the one she knows will cut him the deepest: Viktor Krum. The Quidditch star’s hand is splayed across the small of her back and her eyes shine as she glances up at him, laughing at a joke that Ron is sure isn’t funny at all.
It’s sick and twisted irony at its finest. Two years ago, they were here in this same spot for the same occasion, only now there is no unknown looming in the midst of a full-fledged war. Now, there is no Hermione in his life either. She’d made certain of that.
It didn’t take her long to pack her things and leave for Australia shortly after the war ended. She’d given no explanation, no goodbye. She took everything he thought they’d fought for and left him alone to pick up the pieces.
Maybe it wasn’t love after all.
Memories of Bill and Fleur’s wedding flit through his mind as he watches Vicky lead Hermione to an empty table. His heart aches as he remembers dancing with her; how just for a moment, things felt normal. Just for a moment, he was a teenage boy, drumming up the courage to seek something more with the girl who meant everything to him. Only for it all to be ripped away in the blink of an eye.
Now, two years later, everyone who survived the war is gathered again for Bill and Fleur’s vow renewal, where there are no threats of danger looming on the horizon. Only the promise of a well-deserved party.
But try as he might, Ron cannot find it within himself to be happy. She should be here with him. It should be his hand on the small of her back, whispering a joke about how Percy’s too serious or Mum trying—and failing—to cut Bill’s hair again. And her laugh would be real because he knows what she finds funny.
Instead, he stands on the sidelines, shielded by the circle of his brothers and Harry, who are engaged in some other conversation. His eyes never leave her, though she doesn’t notice him at all.
Maybe, if things were different, he could ask what went wrong. Where the fine line they always walked between friendship and something more snapped. Why she never gave him a chance. Would it have been so hard to hear him out? To give a warning sign that she was leaving?
Though he’s learned to read her well over the years, he never could read her mind. And he couldn’t turn things around. If she’d just given him a warning, he could have fixed things. He could have followed her.
But war doesn’t care who it fucks up along the way, and Ron and Hermione are perfect examples of that. A lost love that never stood a chance.
Sometimes, Ron wishes it was him and not Fred. Even death would be better than the life of exile he leads as he sees her now.
💔
From the moment she arrives, she can feel his eyes on her, burning into her skin like Fiendfyre. It’d been a coincidence, arriving seconds before Viktor. But she appreciated his warm smile and kind gestures once he realized she was attending alone. It was the support she needed to get her through those first awkward moments.
Hermione laughs. Not at the lighthearted joke Viktor makes, but at the reaction she elicits from him. Like he’s ready to get his knuckles bloody and stake his claim. Her heart flutters as she sees a glimpse of the Ron she once knew. The Ron she fell in love with before the war sucked the life out of him.
She tried to wait for him. Gave him so many chances to come to her, to open up, to talk. Even to simply cry as she held him and told him it would be okay. Any of that would have been better than the vacant stares she received instead. The shell of a man who’d had so much personality; all washed away from the locket, seeing her tortured, and witnessing death.
The decision to leave him behind had been the hardest yet, even harder than sending her parents away. Deep down, she knew he couldn’t come with her. She’d lost track of how many tears she cried—and still does. One year gone, and she still misses him more than anything. Still yearns for a chance to be something more. He was her crown; she’s empty without him.
💔
Ron and Hermione spend the better part of the evening avoiding each other. No one urges them to seek the other out. Everyone is careful not to speak the other’s name in their presence. It’s only when Ron finds the atmosphere of the tent too suffocating that he steps out into the grounds of the Burrow for a break, and Hermione follows.
“Shouldn’t you be getting back to Vicky?” he says once he settles by the old oak tree near the pond.
She draws a sharp breath in, not realizing he could sense her presence this whole time. “No. It was nice to catch up with him, but he’s not the reason I came tonight.”
“I would hope not.” Hollow laughter catches in Ron’s throat. “Considering this is a celebration for Bill and Fleur.”
“I didn’t come for them either.”
Ron turns and peers at her in the moonlight reflecting off the water. “Then why are you here?”
“For you,” she says simply.
The words take Ron aback, and his forehead creases as he watches her closely.
“Why?” he dares. “You left. Why would you come back?”
She steels herself with a deep breath. “I never left for good. And I never wanted to leave you. But you were—I didn’t know how to help you anymore, Ron. You were broken and everything I tried wasn’t helping. I needed to find my parents. I couldn’t delay my search any longer. And I thought maybe some space might help.”
“Then why didn’t you say any of that?” he snaps.
“I tried! I’d ask you to take a walk with me, joined you in your room after dinner. Every time I tried to bring it up you’d say you were tired or excuse yourself or do something else to avoid any hint of emotion that didn’t wrap you in grief!”
He opens his mouth, then closes it. No words come out as he stares in utter disbelief.
“I never intended to be away for over a year, but the search took longer than I thought it would. I barely found them before I had to return for Hogwarts. Maybe I should have been clearer, but I thought you knew. I wasn’t giving up on us, I swear.” Tears fill her eyes.
His demeanor softens as he pushes himself off of the tree and takes a step toward her. “You tried to tell me?”
She nods. “I gave so many signs.”
“I never saw them.”
They both remain quiet for a while, neither knowing what to say. After a while, Hermione finally dares to speak again. “You seem like you’re doing better.”
“I guess.” Ron shrugs and kicks his toe into the ground. “There’s still something missing, though.”
Hermione reaches out to touch his arm. It’s a risky move, but she does it anyway. “I’m sure there always will be,” she whispers. “You’re missing a brother.”
“What?” Ron looks up. “No, not Fred. I’ve learned to work through that.”
“Lavender, then?”
“No.”
“Then—”
Ron steps forward, cutting her off. “You, Hermione. You’re missing.” His hands find the sides of her face, cupping her tenderly as he guides her gaze to him.
Tears well in her eyes and a few spill down her cheeks from the overflow. “I missed you. I was so worried we wouldn’t be able to move past this.”
“I know. I’m sorry I fucked up.”
“You didn’t. You were hurting. You lost so much.”
They’re so close their foreheads touch. She can feel his hot breath on her skin as her arms wrap around his torso, willing him to close the distance. And he does, but not until he responds first.
“Yeah, but I didn’t lose my ‘everything.’”
Their lips meet. It’s soft and sweet and full of emotion, but there is no urgency to it. Not like there was during the battle. This kiss is a reconciliation, a step out of exile and into each other’s arms, where they’ve always meant to be.
When they break apart, Ron makes a promise. “I know I couldn’t change things around back then, but I’ll be better now. For us. I can’t lose you too, Hermione.”
“You won’t. I promise you won’t.”
I think I’ve seen this film before
And I didn’t like the ending
So I’m leavin’ out the side door
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Tell me about your OCs, Sav
And I mean all of them. Or else.
13, 28, 31, A, H
AAAAAH okay i'm gonna go slightly out of order to introduce whoever is reading this to my personal brain blorbos. Fair warning all of these are TTRPG characters, mostly my NPCs save for the first two!
A. Why are you excited about this character?
Fanny Paine - ohhhh my beloved Trigun cowgirl OC. I'm so excited to see how her backstory kicks her in the ass (and by backstory, I DO mean her childhood best friend-turned-EOM member Nova).
Sylvie - my tiefling phantom rogue!! She was a joy to play and an absolute bullet in combat. Lethal and impossible to hit. She also was part of the conflict, being a double agent for the big bad's Vecna cult. I spent so much time texting the DM in secret during our sessions as if the BBEG and Sylvie were sending letters back and forth, telling him our whereabouts, before he'd drop in some cult mooks and we'd knock 'em dead. So fun.
Brie - Shadow Sorcerer and Secret goddess of fire! She's from my first campaign but still relevant because I have two groups playing in that world. In one group we have a ranger who denounced his cult to the fire god, so it'll be really fun to reveal that his god is actually the half-elf barmaid they keep seeing in every tavern, and she's way more chill than he thought.
Iris and Humboldt - ah yes. My older (late 50s) human wizard/leader of the largest adventuring guild in my dnd world and her autistic gnome husband who.... looks like Jack Black in Jumanji and accidentally brought on the apocalypse in our first campaign. They're my light academia escapism blorbos now and all they do is sit around and study magic in the coolest city in my world.
Ron - New NPC the party adopted, and he's an amnesiac, kinda undead paladin with spore druid flavoring. The party recently discovered he's.... well, he's Oberon. Not sure how he got here, but the Warlock's patron is Titania. Of the summer court. Yeah, that one. One of the party's quests right now is to retrieve Ron's memories and return him to Titania, and maybe the warlock will get *her* husband back from the Feywild. However, some mysterious figures want Ron dead....
Oh fuck I could also talk about Keats, Tarovir, Vaemyx... AAH too many. But I'm gonna stick to these big ones, plus Tarovir and Vaemyx have massive spoilers for my players D:
H. What trait do you admire most?
Fanny - girl's got gut. She really is "shoot first, ask questions later."
Sylvie - Resilience? She almost died, admitted she had been a spy, and almost got killed by the party all in one day. And then her best friend, the only one who trusted her, died. Thank god she ended up happy.
Brie - she loves her friends and loves to have fun. She's chaotic good in the funniest ways. When I play her I just get to be stupid.
Iris and Humboldt - THEY LOVE EACH OTHER. SO MUCH. SAVED EACH OTHER BACK TO BACK WHEN THE ALMOST DOOMED THE WORLD. Seriously, I rolled Iris' portent rolls and got an 18 and a 20 the day they summoned the BBEG. If it wasn't for that, Humboldt would have failed his death saves.
Ron - man look, he's just taking it day by day. He's very tired. But at least he has a lot of patience.
13. What color do they think they look best in? Do they actually look best in that color?
Fanny - she wears mostly browns but has a blue undershirt. She looks best in blue!
Sylvie - blue and silver coded. Looks best in black and dark blues.
Brie - wears cream and blues, would look great in green!
Iris and Humboldt - blues/silvers and browns respectively
Ron - this man is covered in dirt. Like he deserves.
28. Would they prefer a lie over an unpleasant truth?
Yes - Sylvie, Iris
No - Fanny, Brie, Humboldt, Ron (he can't lie, doesn't like lies - he's Fey after all)
31. Who are they the most glad to have met?
Fanny - Charlie, her new friend who is an EOM reject. Fanny is a very protective momma bird.
Sylvie - her best friend, the elven druid Eldrid.... who died. It was really fucking sad, I miss that PC. They were in so many cahoots together.
Brie - the first party I ever DM'd, who adopted her <3
Iris and Humboldt - I could say each other, but really the party was the only reason they got together - they set them up on their first date!
Ron - He knows, like, 3 people.
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If there comes a Sherlock-esque fic for BoB... Who would be Sherlock and Watson between
1. Lewis Nixon and Dick Winters
2. Carwood Lipton and Ron Speirs
3. David Webster and Joe Liebgott
And what kind of Sherlock and Watson on each ship.
I love how this is worded like you're running a survey for an upcoming fic you're making anon HAHAHAHHAA are you 👀👀👀👀??? I'll be keeping my eyes peeled.
1) Winnix
Lew is Sherlock of course. It's the addictive personality. You could probably do something very Elementary-esque with this one, and have Dick come into his life as his sponsor. People forget that in-canon, Lew may have been lazy but he was brilliant, a damn fine intelligence officer, and Dick himself said that. The only thing you're gonna have to explain away is his laziness and his motives for wanting cases.
I guess you just have to also remember that every iteration of Sherlock Holmes is always driven by a search for the truth. Not justice, mind you, though that's my personal interpretation of the character. I prefer my Sherlocks to operate outside of the scope of Lawful Good, and I think Lew's iteration of him would, too. Which I think would be perfect for a Sherlock Holmes!Lewis Nixon iteration, because something about him just SCREAMS chaos. And also his upbringing would lend that world view some credence.
Literally, I could see him as the embodiment of "I'm of the opinion that people shouldn't go to jail for objectively funny crimes." Which would clash with Dick's sense of justice nicely, especially if you'd like some commentary, in text, about police brutality and the failures of the justice system. They would clash, with Dick being an ex-military man and Lew being... whatever he is. But I also think Dick becomes kinda blind to Lew's shortcomings, I mean. He always has. He's definitely the kind of Watson who thinks, unironically, that Nix is the smartest person in the room. And Dick's blind faith in him could probably pull Nix out of the grave he's found himself dug into. He would always want to be the type of man who deserves someone like Dick Winters. WHICH now that I think about it, would be a VERY interesting motivation for him to solve mysteries, as it were.
2) Speirton
Ronald Speirs. And this Sherlock WOULD be a cop. Lmao, sorry Ron, but like even in canon Ron is following rules to a tee because that's how he sees the world and that's how he knows, for sure, that he's going to keep the people he cares about safe. That's why his reactions to Carver was a big thing right? I've already said it before, but his sudden deviance from order and chain of command in episode 10 (when in all the other episodes the worst he'd been doing was stealing) was his whole breakdown and an illustration of how the war was capable of fucking even his unerring moral compass/alignment. But I digress.
His Sherlock would be a cop. I say that with as much love in the world as I could (lmao ACAB amirite). If Lewis' Sherlock was anti-copaganda, Ron's would be copaganda the likes of Law-&-Order. You could go down that road too and make Lip like... the ADA who thinks he's brilliant, despite how unorthodox his methods may be, and works hard to transcribe Ron's deductions into something that could feasibly hold up in court. Ya know? Have fun with it!
3) Webgott
David Webster. And this Sherlock is AUTISTIC as they all fucking come. He's a disaster. His morbid curiousity gets him off the wrong foot with everyone he meets. He's an asshole. His flat is a disaster only he can navigate. He has body parts in his fridge. Dangerous chemicals in his cupboards. He is the embodiment of every picked upon nerd in high school except he is a grown ass man with a PhD under his belt. He's an anarchist but he was also raised rich. He doesn't like to do his own dishes because he touched wet food once and it sent him into sensory overload so bad he switched all his plates to disposable ones.
In contrast, Joe's Watson would be much like the Watson from that russian Sherlock Holmes-- no not the 1980 version, the 2013 one, where Sherlock is a nerd with glasses and there's an emphasis on Watson's POV and his motivations as someone who is a doctor AND a soldier. It was really interesting, actually, and you should give it a watch! Anyway, Joe's Watson is definitely a fighter. You will not forget his Army background. You will not forget that this man has seen Horrors. You will not forget that this man is brilliant, too, just in different ways. He sees things Web misses, but he also gives credit to Web where credit is due. However begrudgingly he might do it.
Their coupling would be like two sides of a coin, or two puzzle pieces, I think, but they'd have a rough start. Web's too arrogant, Joe's too tightly wound. They fight a lot, because Web's been alone for so long that he's forgotten to share, forgotten how to articulate himself well enough for another person to understand-- but that's the thing. Joe Knows him in ways Web thought he'd been above wanting. Web doesn't quite understand Joe, but the fact that he's so willing to try despite being so difficult, previously, is not lost on Joe, either. They both say trust is difficult for them to cultivate but they trust each other explicitly, almost as soon as they meet each other-- which annoys them to no end. They literally DO NOT want to think about how quickly the other has become their ride and die because they'd rather bitch about it than have any self-reflection, bless them. But you can't deny that their Old Married Couple vibes is there from the beginning.
Their Final Problem would be devastating. Just saying.
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Whumptober Day 01 ... let's keep them short, perhaps?
Fandom: top gun
Characters: Ron Slider Kerner, Lucas Benton
Prompts: swooning, "How many fingers am I holding up?"
Warning: head injury, vomit (but both graphic)
Summary: it was an already busy evening in the ER. It was only doomed to get busier.
@oh-surprise-its-me
Lucas thought, and with reasons, valid reasons, that one day that man would be the cause he had a heart attack or something. Well, he really hoped it wasn't the case, but--
"What the fuck did you do this time?!"
Okay, perhaps that wasn't fully professional, he decided, as he took long strides toward Ron, stumbling inside the ER and flinching at the bright lights.
"Ohi!! Ron! I'm talking to you." He approached him, noting the blood smeared over his head, and the way he looked dazed.
He swayed slightly and Lucas stretched an arm out, catching him just in time as he swooned and tumbled and they both were kneeling on the ground.
There were voices around, Ron realized, loud, many. And arms supporting him. Chris? Where-- no, didn't feel like Chris, Chris's arms felt different. Tommy's too. Who--
"Stay awake. Hey! How many fingers am I holding up?"
Oh... oh, Lucas. Yeah, of course. He managed to drag himself to the hospital. Because he was safe, they would... treat him. Safe. Safe...
"Ron. Ron look at me."
He couldn't. And he couldn't get his mouth to work. If he opened his mouth he would most certainly throw up. On Lucas. He would hate him. Why wouldn't he? Ron slumped. There were hands on his face. Grabbing his chin, he lifted his face toward the lights. He squeezed his eyes shut.
"I need to check your pupils, Ron, don't make it more difficult, we're already in a bad position here but sure, you picked the busiest evening to show up after one of your stunts, yeah? Come on, work with me, show me those pretty eyes, will you?"
The lights were bright. They hurt his eyes. Hurt hurt hurt.
He threw up. All over himself. All over Lucas.
God, he was such a mess.
A disappointment.
Something shone in his vision. Bright.
It hurt. He couldn't move, he couldn't get away.
Voices around him were muffled, like underwater. He could still feel Lucas's hands on him, they checked his head, pressed here and there, moved him, fingers pressing down on his neck. He couldn't move, everything felt so, so distant. But he was safe. Lucas would make him safe. He'll fix him.
He didn't deserve that.
"I need a CT scan. Now!"
Everything faded away into nothing.
#whumptober2023#no.1#swooning#how many fingers am i holding up?#top gun#fic#ron slider kerner#lucas benton#hurt ron kerner#aki writes
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I can't stop thinking of David saving Chris through the years. like the most stupid things, to the actual dangerous one(s) after Chris got together with Ron (and Tommy). Because he was going to keep him safe anyway, but now he's so happy now, he deserves that, and to be safe. Extra safe. Extra extra safe. (Uhoh...maybe that's a bit too much?)
Omg okay we’re gonna run through the years of them together.
14- Chris never saw the curb. He tripped right over it. He threw his arms out to catch himself but was caught in the air instead. He looks up. He’s pretty sure the kids name is David. “Oh! Thanks! I’m sorry I didn’t really see it.” David smiles at him. “It’s okay! Wanna hang out?” Chris smiles. He’s just made his first friend in a long time.
15- Chris knew as he was falling out of the tree it was a bad idea. He braces for hitting the ground but instead slams into David. David who moved to catch him. Well not catch. More like break the fall. Speaking of break. Chris is pretty sure his wrist is broken. Great.
16- Chris is talking so animatedly about whatever car he’s managed to pull apart that he doesn’t see the thats car coming towards him. David does though. He shoves Chris out of the way. He gets tagged by it. It spins him around and he lands on the asphalt. Woah he’s dizzy. Chris is grabbing onto him. Chris looks extremely panicked. It’s fine though. The car didn’t hit Chris.
17- when Chris said he wanted to curl his hair David knew it was a horrible idea. He’s seen the things Rebecca uses to curl hers. That shit should not go in someone’s hair. But of course David agrees to help. Chris is sitting on the tub ledge when David curls the first piece. “This shit is going to burn your hair off.” Becca finds them 10 minutes later and is like wtf turn the temperature down??
18- the waves were beautiful big since there’s a storm rolling in. They’re staying at the beach for the entire two weeks. David has finally talked Chris into surfing the week before. He never was able to convince him before. Chris insists he’s fine to surf today. It starts out perfectly. They paddle out, everything is gorgeous. They catch a few waves with no issues. On the next one though Chris gets caught in it. David honestly doesn’t know what happens. One second he’s watching Chris laugh the next Chris is gone with his board.
David doesn’t even think before jumping off his board. He dives. The salt burns his eyes. It’s fine. He needs to find Chris. Chris who isn’t used to swimming with the weight of a board dragging at you. Chris who is currently at the bottom when David finally reaches him. They surface. Chris doesn’t start coughing right away. That scares the shit out of David. He lets the waves help carry them to shore. He lays Chris on the beach.
Suddenly Chris is coughing. Scrapes his fingers down David’s chest. “I’m never doing that again Jesus Christ.” David sits back on his heels and laughs. Oh god he almost lost Chris.
21- Chris was a pretty good drunk all things considered. Doesn’t say anything bad. Is nice. Doesn’t throw up. But goddamn is he wobbly. David has to catch him from braining himself on the concrete again. A striking parallel to their first meeting.
24- when the captain said grain silo rescue David was terrified. No one makes it out of those. It’s a scary situation. The grain will just swallow you up. Him and Chris are up there because of the rock climbing they did this summer. David watches as Chris grabs the man. Fortunately he’s only up to his waist. “Its okay! We’ve got you!”
The man stares at Chris. Suddenly he shoves Chris, “don’t want to gay man to help me get lost.” Chris lost his balance. He lands in the grain. He freezes. David lunges forward and grabs Chris. Fuck the man Chris is his priority. He manages to pull Chris up and out. He goes back for the man. He lets the man sink a few more inches before finally grabbing him.
27- “I don’t know how it happened okay? Just fix it David.” David loves Chris. No question there. Does he understand Chris? No. Not all the time. Somehow Chris was convinced by Becca that he should put on fake nails. Stupid if you ask David but hey he’s not being asked. He digs around for the clippers his ex girlfriend left.
30’s- when he gets the call from Lucas that Chris has been in an accident he freaks. Knows Ron and Tom aren’t going to be home for another month and a half at least. He drives so fast to the hospital, Lucas meets him in the ER. He grabs onto David before he can start asking questions. “He’s fine. Alive. Breathing on his own. You’ve gotta get Jake. He’s in preschool right now.” David blinks at Lucas. God he loves him. “Take care of him for me I’ll be back with Jake.”
David is one of the approved adults at Jake’s school. He picks the kid up and carried him on his shoulder the whole way to the car. Jake is swinging his legs the best he can.
David brings Jake to the hospital. He explained on the way how Jake’s dad got hurt but he’s okay. His head just hurts a lot so Jake gets to have a sleepover at Uncle David and Lucas’s house.
When he finds Chris’s room Lucas is already there he’s chatting with Chris. Jake sees Chris and starts squirming. He sets Jake down and he takes off for Chris. He’s scooped up on the bed. “God David thank you. You saved me here.” David smiles. “Anytime doll.”
#chris seresin#david Benton#ron x chris x tom#tom x ron x chris#lucas benton#idk what his last name would be other then that#young jake seresin#slider is jake’s dad
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Alright now let’s get on to P2: E2 of my episode by episode analysis of part two of Inside Job. Again for those who haven’t watched part two yet spoilers.
P2:E2?Whoas-Feratu
First point it is rude that Reagan and Ron’s affair has to affect the rest of the group that is trying to work through their own issues. Yes I understand from a story standpoint the two are from rival companies and can’t get caught but they’re not even quietly making out! And I pointed this out during my first overall analysis of part two but Mothman is right Reagan’s “coping mechanism” can easily become an addiction if she is not careful. To Reagan’s she (and Ron) consider what they are doing as a healthy distraction.🚩🚩🚩 She at least admits that it is a distraction. But the reality of distractions are that they can only work for so long. And once it’s stops working you’re left feeling like you have a lot of things to do in a short amount of time. And some people can get very resentful of their ‘distractions.That is not to say that there will ever be a wrong time for Reagan to try to work on her issues. But it is sad to see her wasting resources that she could be using now. And it’s actually also not fair to Ron who is now probably compromising any progress he had made before hooking up with Reagan (remember that he was going long enough that he had to apologize for bringing a gun to group therapy…again) It is though in character for what we know about Reagan so far so I can’t be completely mad at it.
Next point you have to admit that Rand is making an effort to win Tamiko back. I’m sure that it is very shallow but he is making the effort and I have to point it out even if I still don’t like him. There is still though so much mystery to his marriage that don’t feel ever gets cleared up by the end of part two. But from what we’ve seen his previous marriage wasn’t good. And she admits to having a therapist which means she does go to therapy and part of the reason for that could be because of her previous marriage. So why would he think Tamiko would take him back even if you don’t factor in Keanu Reeves.
Next point Keanu Reeves! Was great he was just so fun I love how they played into the whole why don’t certain celebrities seem to age thing. Also lotus just grow from his pockets what? 🤣He was just fun all around and seemed to really enjoy himself!
From what we do know about Rand and Tamiko’s marriage it does make sense that Reagan wouldn’t have been very supportive of any of her mother’s relationships and for her to be worried about her mother getting hurt. We don’t get to see much about how Tamiko’s marriage to Rand has affected her but I’m guessing that must have happened to make her so resentful and always trying to find ways to get back at him. So Reagan being protective of the only parent she can slightly get along with makes sense. And I guess I can credit Reagan’s new relationship to Ron for allowing herself to be more supportive of her mother’s new relationship. And if Rand was my father I would totally be okay with Keanu Reeves replacing him too!
Okay Rand ordering Reagan to break up her mother’s new relationship is fucked up! Even though it plants the seeds needed to move the plot along the fact that he would make it her job to destroy her mother’s happiness is all kinds of wrong! But it’s good that she stands up to him against that.
The gang just knowing that Reagan is hooking up with someone is a nice touch and shows how close they are even if they don’t know who the person is.
Rand coming up with the idea to make a movie to when over Tamiko was funny though I am surprised that it never occurred to anyone to try to use Brett as a body double for Rand until Andre can work out the formula. But then we wouldn’t have the image of Rand’s man boobs and well the internet deserved that win. But again it doesn’t make sense that Brett would be responsible for tracking down Leo. And that was fun to watch.
Hmm comment about how they might all still be in the matrix that she created when she was eight makes me wonder if that’s going to be the big twist at the end of the series. I think it’s meant to be a joke but I am going to save that info just in case.
I have to point out that this episode is great it showing some of the positive aspects of Reagan’s relationship with her mother. While it was established in part one that her relationship with Tamiko was better then her relationship with Rand it still wasn’t portrayed as a very good one. And I do hope that in season two and beyond we get a chance to see their relationship more because while this was a nice episode for them. Doesn’t mean that Reagan’s relationship with her mother is healthy, it only looks like it is in comparison with her father. Regardless we know that Reagan has a good enough relationship with her mother because of this episode and that’s going to be something important to factor in when we get into the later episodes of part two.
The fact that even Reagan didn’t know that vampires were real and she works for the shadow government is kinda weird. It’s either that there is only a small amount of vampires or that the different companies that run the shadow government have different “company secrets” which means that there could be a group of people or species that Cognito knows about but the others don’t?
I do like seeing that there is a sense of closeness in Reagan and Gigi’s friendship. The fact that Gigi can tell that something is different and Gigi saying that she wants to give Reagan a makeover but later on let’s Reagan give her a makeunder. It’s nice to see that they have a decent relationship.
Brett reforming men with toxic masculinity is just everything! And just shows that Brett couldn’t be problematic even if he wanted to despite having quote “douche instinct” he just wants to be helpful and make new friends. Blaive Brettfordstein was an interesting choice for a fake name and clearly created so that he would look cooler. Brett you are cool and only change in positive ways.
Oh yeah Myc, Glenn and Andre are just helping Rand make a movie this whole episode. That’s all they do, Andre makes a youth serum that makes Rand into a younger buffer man but then backfires and turns him all the way into a literal man child. But Myc takes his role as a writer and director for this movie very seriously and it has funny moments. I mean the fact that he actually cares about continuity is going to be important later on. Also how long is the movie supposed to be if Rand wants thirty more sex scenes?
Okay Gigi knowing that Reagan and Ron are banging just because of a small look on Ron’s face shows that she is very observant and smart. And not a lot of credit is given to Gigi for how smart she actually is just because she’s not a super genius like Reagan. Also it makes sense that Gigi would be the character to not judge Reagan for having a relationship with someone from a rival company considering that we know that Gigi has tried to work for that company herself in the past.
Leonardo DiCaprio being the most bloodthirsty vampire is just the writers leaning head first into the memes. 🤣 And it works really well.
Again Reagan trying to find a way to break up her mother’s relationship with Keanu Reeves is nice when you consider that she really is trying not to seem unsupportive. Reagan pretending to be Keanu is funny too and when she gets caught you feel for her because she really is only trying to save her mother. The fights scenes between Keanu and Reagan were really cool. That being said I wasn’t surprised that Keanu Reeves actually really did love Tamiko. By all accounts according to what we know Tamiko must be at least late sixties early seventies . And I say this because in real life Keanu Reeves is fifty eight years old and Rand made such a big deal about him being younger. So Rand must be in his sixties or higher. I mean he went to college in the seventies and that was fifty years ago. And I’m pretty sure Tamiko is around the same age as him. Which would make her a bit too old to be used for her blood. Leo thinks that she might be forty but she’s not actually forty and Reagan is canonically thirty.
There were so many vampire puns!
So I guess this means that if we ever see those ageless male celebrities again on this show that means they are clones like Oprah. Also adult Rand in a diaper is something we all can never un see.
That being said the fact that Tamiko runs out on Keanu Reeves not because he’s a vampire but clearly because he’s older then she thought he was. And was going to give up staying young for Tamiko. For me confirmed my headcanon that Tamiko only tries to date younger men. My guess was between the ages of 18-25 but I guess that might be what she prefers but it’s not a deal breaker as long as you are younger. I also think it helped that Keanu was also a major celebrity. I am still upset with her for dropping Keanu Reeves like that but it’s probably because the show wouldn’t be able to add him on an even semi regular basis.
Well now that I’ve rewatched this episode I can finally start working on updating my Breagan story. If anyone is waiting for “Probably not a good idea but we were drunk?” Just know that I am trying and hopefully it will be updated within the next two weeks!

#inside job#reagan ridley#brett hand#breagan#rand ridley#tamiko ridley#gigi thompson#andre lee#glenn dolphman#magic myc
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look. the way she said "reagan and brett" specifically. if she was just talking about them as characters why not mention the others? why not say "their endings"? breagan was absolutely endgame wasn't it? i'm going to go fucking feral. ron and reagan failed as a couple because ron needed more from her, he needed someone who would put him above all else, and reagan cannot do that. her work means everything to her, and she'd never be happy without it. that doesn't mean that she's incapable of being in a healthy relationship, it just means she needs to be with someone who understands that.
and here we have brett. someone who understands that about her, who knows her quirks and insecurities and that her prioritising her work doesn't mean she cares any less about the people that matter to her. and, importantly, he doesn't need 24/7 supervision and attention. he's clingy and emotionally damaged, sure, but that doesn't manifest in the same way it did for staedtler. he isn't burdened with how much he hates his job, and he can handle being without a partner. literally just get this man a dog and he'll be golden while reagan is busy. i'm so furious we'll presumably never get to see this play out. i wanted that build up, baby!! the build up of their relationship platonically has been so good and i wish i could've seen those sparks of romance between them before they finally got together. and how would they have gotten together, too? who would've asked who? would someone outside of them have to step in? or can you imagine gigi having to hype brett up to ask reagan on a date? that would've been so fucking cute dude. and honestly, even if they weren't going to get together but would simply be single together, i'd take that too. god. ghgfhdgnsjfdnkfnsng inside job deserved better send tweet
#inside job#op#the fact that netflix has put out four seasons of paradise pd and another season of chicago party aunt but canned THIS?#literally go fuck yourself.#i guess maybe it had to do with the in house animation stuff? did i dream that or wasn't this netflixs first animated series entirely done-#-by them. idk. regardless it's bullshit#i'm really sad for shion and hope something comes up that'll let her continue to write and create even if it's not inside job itself
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Hey look a fanfiction
Scam/Jodie
Friends to lovers, multi chapter, no beta we die like Glenn, idk what to tag this I’ve never written fic before lmao, spoilers kinda? There’s some more chatting with the season one dads on the phone lmao it’s not the whole chapter don’t worry.
Rating: still Teen
Chap 6/?
(Double update today!)
Previous chapter:
Jodie couldn’t sleep at all, lying on his side, wings folded behind him, the tip of his tail repeatedly tapping the bed.
He was completely restless. Talking with Glenn had gone better than he expected, but still… his warning had made him uneasy.
Sure he liked Scam… but did he trust him?
He didn’t think he could honestly answer yes…
By morning he’d only gotten two hours of sleep, every minute of his dream spent back on the couch with Scam. He climbs out of bed, showers ,dresses and gets breakfast, knowing better than to expect Scam at the breakfast table this time, he leaves Scam’s dish on the table and heads back to his office to try and get some work done so they could go out later.
Out with his boyfriend…
Jodie buries his face in his hands. He hadn’t been out on a date in…. Over a decade at least… and Hell’s date spots were limited to say the least… with the Doodler on earth it wasn’t exactly like he could take him there… it felt just a bit fucked up to be worrying about date spots when the other daddies and the kids were off trying to find a solution in the forgotten realms…. Should he call someone and ask for advice? Glenn and Ron were really the only two that knew…
He calls Glenn again.
“What’s up?”
“Did you meet up with everyone else?”
“Yeah yeah, we’re good man. You want to check in with Nicky?”
“Yeah, can I talk to you a bit first?… is it Uh, a bit fucked up that I’m taking time to date right now when you guys are trying to save Earth?”
“Yeah a little bit but…” Glenn sighs “man, everybody deserves love, no one’s going tell you not to try for it if you think there’s a chance… besides, we’re doing fine! We’ll probably have this Doodler thing solved in a couple more months…”
“Yeah… okay… look it’s been a while since I went out… I stopped doing date nights after Nicolas turned five…what’s a good-… what do I-“
“Okay okay, here’s the move, you gotta impress him! what are you good at?”
“Paperwork, killing, maiming…” Jodie Frowns.
“So like cop shit. Damn, you really are screwed aren’t you? I’m guessing you don’t want to just bone down, you probably want that sensitive style dating…”
“It’s called taking it slow idiot… but yeah… I…absolutely have to take it slow with him….shit Glenn he’s a really good kisser, I’ve never felt so out of control in my life…”
“Gross…”
“I mean, that too…but I lost control of my flames and nearly set him on fire…”
“Well fuck, man I don’t know… maybe like set up something romantic? Chicks love candles so maybe he will too? Henry is bi, you should ask him how to romance guys…” he calls Henry over “Hey Henry, come help this idiot”
“Hey Jodie! How’s h-e-double hockey sticks? Jodie says you need help? I don’t know if I can help but I’ll give it my best shot!”
“Hey Henry, uh look I, can you keep this from the kids? I started seeing someone new… and I’m a little rusty on romance…”
“Oh Sure buddy! Mercedes and I do date night weekly, and I don’t mean to toot my own horn but I think they’re pretty darn romantic! What’s your new beau like? You know, A lot of romance is showing the person how well you know them”
“He uh, he’s clever, and he loves games… and stirring things up… he always dresses nice… his favorite movie is Hero… he smells like axe …” he smiles “he’s fun…“
“He likes games and stirring things up…and he smells like axe body spray?” Henry pieces it together pretty easily “Jodie… are you sure dating this guy is a good idea?”
“What..because of the axe? It’s not that bad, it kinda smells nice after a while…”
“No because it’s…” Henry whispers “Scam Actually?” He sighs “I know he’s mellowed out a bit, but I mean…you know what? No. you’re a grown guy, you can make your own decisions, and most of his pranks didn’t actually put any of us in real danger…I’ll support you! So …… you need ideas on how to romance him? ….Does he eat?”
“He ate yesterday? I don’t think he needs to though….? I think he might have been serious about feeding on misery”
“Well there ya go! There’s a lot of that down in Heck now isn’t there? Why not treat him to a misery buffet? He’d probably love that kind of thing!”
“Yeah I think you’re right… but is that romantic enough?”
“Probably? If you’re looking to tell how he feels about you why don’t you ask? A little emotional honesty is good for a starting relationship!”
“Henry I can’t do that!” He wasn’t ready at all for that kind of talk.
“Okay well you know, some people find that hard and that’s okay! there’s another way to get at least an Idea of what’s in his heart, it’s like that song by Cher says ‘it’s in his kiss’! So when you get to that point, you’ll probably be able to feel his emotions by how passionate it is!”
Jodie turns a brighter red “Henry I’ve kissed him twice…”
“Is it insensitive if I ask how that went? I’m sorry if it is, I’m just super curious!”
“It … was the best kiss of my life… he left me breathless twice… I can’t tell what his emotions were through a kiss like that Henry, I barely kept control of myself” He rubs his face with both his hands “it’s embarrassing….”
“With… with Scam? I mean I guess I can see that?… he’s pretty charismatic? He’s not…not good looking? How did it happen?” Henry sounded hesitant to say the least
“During truth or dare…and then once after he confessed…”
“You willingly played truth or dare with him?! Jodie is that safe? You remember last time-“
“I know but it was… it was fun Henry, I actually had a pretty good time…he didn’t make me do anything I didn’t already want to… “
“You guys are probably a better match then I thought… I wouldn’t have been brave enough to play another game of it with him that’s for sure…”
“I’m glad I did it.”
“Look Jodie, I know we said it was going to be a week, but the plan failed and we could really use him back, he’s actually a pretty good asset in fights…”
“yeah… okay” Shit, he’d been banking on having him stay the week.
“We can do without him for today, it’ll probably be fine…so maybe if you sent him back tomorrow morning?”
“Yeah…thanks Henry… can you put Nicky on the phone?”
“Yeah sure buddy… sorry for, you know..”
“It’s fine, priorities, I get it…”
He felt guilty now for wanting to spend more time with Scam. He could hear the phone getting passed off.
“Hey dad.”
“How was it? Are you alright?”
“You worry too much… I’m fine! We had to take out two giants because Henry blew our cover and then Glenn and Ron got separated from us. We should have sent you Henry to watch, he’s so bad at lying.” He laughs.
“Yeah Henry is a pretty bad liar” he smiles but then realizes that the pretty bad liar knows what’s up with him and Scam so it’s only matter of time before everyone knows.
“How’s it going with Glenn?”
“Good actually…”
“I know it’s probably a bit difficult remembering two different-“
“Dad I’m fine. We’ve talked about this I’m not you.”
“Okay…but you know if you want a break-“
“I don’t want to go stay with mom. I want to help my friends.”
“Alright Nicky.”
“How was babysitting Scam?”
It was an innocent question but Jodie felt instantly embarrassed. “Pretty good actually, we had a fun time.”
“He’s kinda fun I guess. He hasn’t messed with you?” He laughs
“No, nothing too bad, he took off for a bit and had me looking through repeating rooms for an hour or so last night but that’s about the worst of it”
“Weird….hey uh It looks like Ron’s about to fill us in on last night so I gotta go… see you Dad.”
“Love you, stay safe.”
The phone clicks and Jodie puts it back down on his desk, he leans back in his chair and closes his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose. Shit, there goes his week… and it didn’t sound like Nicky and Glenn were coming back any time soon either.
He felt so guilty for wishing Scam could just stay…At least they had today…
He leaves his office and heads down the hall to look for Scam.
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Scam had admittedly taken some things for granted. One of them had been the (apparently inaccurate) freedom to roam Jodie’s castle. He’d decided to take a walk after Jodie said Goodnight to relax, and said walk had led him past some really interesting looking doors, Interesting enough that stopping infront of them got him chased out of the hallway by guards.
Which is exactly when he’d got it in his head that breaking and entering was probably a great way to blow off steam. Jodie had forbidden him from using magic with his dare and he wasn’t going to break the rules of a game so he’d have to do it the old fashioned way.
By the look of the absolutely massive golden doors this was probably the treasury, which meant it wasn’t going to be easy to get in and out unnoticed. This also meant it had the potential to be very very fun.
He waits around the corner taking inventory of what he had on hand. He couldn’t change himself or summon other items without magic so this was a rather serious test of skill for him. He’d have to thank Jodie for such a fun evening in the morning.
He hums to himself, pulling on some fingerless gloves, fashion was the first step in any plan after all. He laments the fact that he’d have to stay in his burnt suit for this but there was no getting around it without magic, his entire wardrobe was tied up in glamor magic so he was sure it would definitely count as a spell if he used it. He reaches into his pouch and tosses a vial of alchemical sleep gas around the corner at the guards, waiting for a moment for it to kick in.
Once he heard the telltale thump of both guards hitting the floor he rounds the corner and pulls out thieves tools, getting to work on the lock, popping it easily. Feeling emboldened by how easy this was so far, he decides to add a bit of flourish to his ‘just go in and out’ plan, maybe he’d just take a single thing and give it back to Jodie in the morning as a souvenir of his little caper. He hops over a few obvious traps and heads straight for a crown set on a pedestal in the center of the room. Perfection! He could just imagine the look on Jodie’s face when he drops his treasured crown into his lap, he’d have to be impressed! His grin widens and he grabs the crown.
Which didn’t feel like a crown at all. Instead the metal instantly liquified, fusing to the pedestal and trapping Scams hand between the two.
“Uh oh~ This isn’t a very good look~”, recognizing that he was effectively trapped there, he just poses for the drama of it. It took less than a few seconds for a dozen or so guards to find him like that.
It didn’t quite hit Scam how much trouble he was actually in until His magic did not work when dawn hit. Unable to just teleport out of the cell they’d put him in, panic starts to set in, though he’d never show it on the surface. The dungeon was probably packed to the brim with magic cancelling items. “Hey Mr. Guard?~ yoo hoo, I need a little help over here~ you see this bar is a little loose, and if I were to move it I could just slip out~ and you wouldn’t want that would you?”
He waits for the guard to get close and keeps him distracted with the ‘not actually loose’ iron bar while he uses his tail to carefully remove the keys from the guards belt. He needed to get out of here and fast.
“I should have expected something like this.” Jodie descends the stone steps opposite Scam’s cell and frowns, looking exhausted and hurt.
Scam tenses, dropping the keys. He needed to play this off, so he backs away from the guard and leans against the bars, he laughs, trying to look sexy and unaffected by his own predicament. “fancy meeting you here~ do you come here often?”
It wasn’t working. Jodie’s frown deepens “I thought you didn’t care about money”
“Oh not at all, it’s pointless for someone like me~” He grins and reaches through the bars reaching for Jodie’s hand “you know me so well~ I knew you wouldn’t misunder-“
“Then why did you try and rob me last night? They literally caught you red handed…” Jodie pulls his hand away.
“Well Actually, They literally caught me Gold handed! I only broke in to see if I could and , what do you know, I was able to get in without any magic at all! Out not so much~ if I had been a bit less eager to surprise you it would have been fine~ It was all just a game! ” he was starting to get nervous now… Jodie was supposed to understand…
Jodie’s expression wasn’t softening. “How much of it was a game?”
“If I told you it was just the teensy bit of B&E would you even believe me?~ I think you have some wrong ideas about what I’d joke about~ you wound me Jodie!” He clasps his hands over his chest “How can I prove to you that you can trust little old Me~?”
“You’re in a cell Scam. I think it’s pretty clear I can’t.” Jodie sighs and turns to a guard. “Let him go. He’s leaving anyway.”
Scam’s expression drops “I thought we had a date planned?”
“Look around you Scam. Really take it in and ask yourself why you think that would possibly still happen?”
“You wouldn’t have been mad if I had pulled it off~ you would have even found it charming!” He steps around the guard who unlocked his cell, moving towards Jodie.
“Maybe, but How am I supposed to trust that you’re even telling me the truth about your plan?” Jodie still frowns but his expression does soften a bit. He stops making eye contact, focusing on the far wall instead of Scam’s visibly disappointed face. “Look, just…go okay?…they’re done with being undercover…and the date is off…so there’s no reason for you to hang around.” He opens a portal for Scam.
“I see.” He doesn’t try to defend himself any further, he steps through the portal and heads back to the Daddies.
#darn I really liked writing Henry’s dialogue. he’s my fave season one dad#dungeons and daddies#dndads#dnd dads#dndads s2#dndads spoilers#dnddads#scam actually#scam likely#dndads season 2#jodie foster#dndads fanfic#dungeons and daddies fan fiction#jodie/scam#scam/jodie#scamster#scodie#jodie x scam#scam x jodie#dndads tax evasion
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Episode 45 Notes-
- THE SPAGHETTI SOUNDS 😭
- I cannot believe they did the PODCASTER as their intro that’s amazing
- I’ve seen a ton of stuff about the Taylor angst and godddd how did we skip from NORMAL to Taylor. I cannot wait
- I’ve missed opening music!!!!!! ❤️
- Chaos orbs- wtf lol
- 🪄Linc has one of the Chaos Orbs that STOP Willy (this was a bit)
- Mastermind Rogue wow Taylor
- “Taylor has the most insufferable ability I’ve ever seen” “I know that”
- RadFact: Taylor misses disguising himself as a trashcan and getting shoved on his stage
- RadFact: Linc’s bathroom regiment is taking off all of his clothes and putting on completely new clothes (they get dirty??) (germaphobe Linc) (Linc only pees at home)
- Linc doesn’t do his own laundry
- NormalFact: Normal is the founder of the SchoolYear Book club, book club that discusses the Year Book
- I just got sent messages going insane about his experience halfway through the podcast and I’m so fucking scared oh. my. god.
- RadFact: Scary’s been in science classes and has developed a favorite planet, which is Mercury, because Mercury has the longest day and night
- Venus has the longest day-
- That’s amazing
- Beth Brittaed the fact I love that
- More orbs!!! There’s Normal-orb!!
- HermieFact: (my jaw dropped I thought he forgot-) Hermie didn’t technically have a childhood because Scam thought a Teen (Freshman) was the funniest time for a kid to become living (he has fake childhood memories)
- He didn’t miss them awww
- TERRY JR VS GLENN
- IM SO EXCITED AHHHHH
- TERRY JR. TRUED TO KILL MICK OH. MY. GOD.
- Terry Jr. WANTS TO BE BANISHED FORVER OH NO THATS SO SAD
- The awkward fighting sounds 😭
- The Kiddads are all so sad
- NO TERRY STARTS CRYING
- “I deserve this. I tried to kill your son. I’m a bad person” “you’re not a bad person! Come here my sweet baby boy!”
- RON AND TERRY OH MY GOD
- Normal was asleep… sure…
- WAY too defensive to have just been asleep
- Normal is NOT crying 🚫❌🙅🏼 no way
- What do you do when your arm itches. You cut it off
- Terry Jr. he can. He cut it off.
- Terry’s memory!!!!
- “I love you so much!!”
- Ron’s getting a haircut???? How…? (Jk jk)
- “You become the person you choose to be around!”
- Oooh they don’t even use hell… they ruin the friendship for nothing
- “I’m a prosniper…”
- “You lied to me kiddo…”
- No…
- “I don’t think you’ve been someone you’d choose to be around lately” AHHHH
- Dude. Scary and her bio dad.
- Terry coming to Scary’s soccer games meant a lot… I’m going to sob… a good day for Scary kinnies
- Oooh bonus points for Scary’s memory slay
- Glenn’s hesitance at the “…he asked me… to kill him…”
- Welllll Nick’s not technically your son buddy boy 💔
- “Do you wanna hit him?” “Kinda” that was unnecessarily funny
- The new Glenn voice I’m crying 😭
- THE CLOSE/FOSTER/SWIFT MEMORY!!!
- “YOU MUST HAVE TONS OF MEMORIES WITH THIS CHAP”Except he didn’t live any of them
- Oh my god. Is that what happens. I’m going to explode omg
- PLEASE say they play off of the Jodie Glenn timeline shit
- I’m going to explode rn
- This is such a good episode oh my goodness
- No… absentee… father Glenn…
- Taylor was born crying like a baby
- Baby Taylor noises oh my god I love you Freddie
- Glenn is such a piece of shit holy cow
- Where did all of his character development go 😭
- “Jodie’s been here like. 3 times” I get that this is about Taylor and Nick but. Man that sucks for Hermie
- “Dang I’m not really sure I like that guy…”
- NO THE PARALLELS OF THE ABSENTEE PARENTS
- “We’re cool now” “absolutely- well-“
- TAYLOR ANGST TAYLOR ANGST IM SO EXCITED
- Taylor wants Nick to go back and time and be there for him
- Oh my god
- Oh. My. God.
- Time traveling must be a metaphor for something but I cannot physically think
- All the. All the training stuff not being about training.
- YESSSSS THIS IS HOW TO ADD ANGST WITHOUT BEING OOC
- AHHHHHHHH
- “Dad… I didn’t even know where you were…”
- No… Nick you’re ruining this… oh no… you’re gonna give Taylor such a bad idea
- TAYLOR’S MEMORY OH MY GODDDDDDD
- Mama’s boy Taylor!!!
- The boy who Taylor surpassed has a dad…
- This is so sad. I feel so bad for Taylor this is so sad oh my god oh my god
- Awwww Glenn’s got some depth!!!!!!!!
- He admits being a shitty dad!!!!
- He wants to restart everything…
- Disney
- “There is no fixing this”
- The US military… omg
- Like in the Guy Who Doesn’t Like Musicals
- OMG OMG GOING INSANE
- AGENT SHMEGAN WTF
- Nooooo Linc got them into this…
- JODIE MORGAN ARE ALL IN HANDCUFFS
- Jodie’s letting them know to get Taylor and Nick out
- Why should Normal be the king of Hell…
- NORMAL AND TAYLOR ARE GOING TO FIGHT
- SECOND EPISODE
- OMG
- OMG
- OMG
- O. M. G.
- ONLY oNE OF THEM LEAVES ALIVE
- THIS FUCKING EPSIODE
- How did it go from the spaghetti to this
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