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ninja-knox-ur-sox-off · 2 months

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No one:

Absolutely no one:

Me: i think pre-journey Sun Wukong is an alcoholic

Hello yes, as previously stated, on my first re-read of jttw, this time reading it out-loud to my brothers and I gotta say i’m noticing WAY more this round. It’s slow going but we just read chapter 5 and I have not stopped thinking about it. (This is completely unedited and written in one sitting after cleaning for like four hours so forgive me for my grammar mistakes or any misremembered stuff, I’m swirling thoughts around in my head like orange juice in a wine glass.)

Chapter five is when he gains the title of Great Sage Equalling Heaven, gets the job of peach watcher, eats said peaches, crashing the banquet, drinking the wine, eating the pills, heading back to FFM, heaven surrounding Flower Fruit Mountain and basically laying siege and the subsequent battle. All the Yaoguai generals get captured and the only ones who are left are The Great Sage and his monkeys. As I’m reading this out loud to my brothers, I notice there’s a tone shift. To be honest I thought I was imaging it but MAN this is where Monkey King changes. Like, up to this point, he’s been pretty chill in all honesty. He’s thrown his weight around, he’s been a little unhinged, but there’s been a childlike wonder about him and just a genuineness in everything he does. He’s loved learning, he's loved people, he’s loved making friends. Even at the start of the chapter, he just loves hanging out with the celestial deities that they don’t think he should be socializing with, hence why they give him a job.

And the rest of the chapter he’s just drinking. He just keeps going and going and laughing and laughing. And he shares the wine with his monkeys and his demon brethren and when heaven comes knocking and his monkeys are panicked he waves them away. The mountain is surrounded? We’re being threatened? It’s fine, it’s fine, have another cup! Have another cup! He keeps drinking until they break his door down, and like a drunkard he stumbles to his feet yelling about how rude that is and goes and beats them easily. Because he’s so immortal now he can drink as much as he wants and get drunk enough on immortal wine that he should be dead but all it does is make him more and more immortal and more and more drunk. He’s different at this point. The tone shift is the most prominent when he comes back and his monkeys tell him all the yaoguai sworn brethren and their armies and people have been captured. They cry and then they laugh because he is unharmed as ever and they’ve lost everyone else. And from once caring about the community and those under his rule, suddenly the Great Sage’s reply is that it’s fine because no monkeys were taken. Let’s eat and sleep. And drink. He has no concept of when or how to stop. He drinks wine.

Then he gets his hand on the immortal wine. And, listen. He’s already gotten the peaches by this point. He’s a little off already, but he still has that just… lack of object permanence that he always has when he’s in heaven, but he still seems pretty Monkey King. Up until the wine. Then things start to shift. He gets his hands on the immortal wine and he gorges himself on it. He’s already taken the best of the best of the peaches and left the rest, likely because they can’t compare. And now he’s gotten the best of the best wine. The best of the immortal, celestial, heavenly wine. You cannot get better. And he just keeps drinking it. He drinks until he’s so drunk he gets lost on his way back to the peach orchard. He’s so drunk he stumbles into Lao Tsu’s palace and just… eats immortal pills like fried beans. Just pops three gourds of it into his mouth one by one until they’re gone. He was so drunk that once he starts to sober up, he panics a little. He panics and he leaves. He runs back home because he knows he’ll be in trouble. And when he gets back home, a couple centuries have passed and they throw a party like always to welcome him back, having been dutifully waiting for him the whole time. And he tastes the wine and it’s disgusting to him. His monkeys tell him he’s tasted heavenly food and wine, nothing on the mountain can compare to that now. And without even a second thought, he goes right back to the place he just fled from, just barely sobered up, and he steals a bunch of the wine that he didn’t get to and brings it back.

I wonder how much of chapter 5 he spends drunk out of his mind. Just barely sober enough to process his mountain is at war again. He’s so immortal by this point, it’s no wonder he’s so confident he’ll win. He probably feels as immortal as a thousand suns and moons. A couple thousand demons are nothing in the face of that. It’s fine. He was already loud and confident in his power by this point. I still can’t believe the Jade Emperor just put a monkey right next to the most delicious peaches ever and didn’t expect him to eat any of them. Like, genuinely bro wdym you didn't see this coming. That’s like giving a kid their favorite cookies and saying to look after them but don’t eat any of them without giving them an end time frame of when the watching ends or telling them if they get to eat any or not. I have such a rudimentary understanding of jttw at times, I’m not a super deep thinker, I do think about stuff, but other people’s takes are definitely gonna be more complex that mine. Reading chapter five and remembering when he was nabbed and escorted to the afterlife, I can’t help but look at this monkey and think maybe he would have done a few things differently if he was thinking clearly. Because I don’t think he was entirely there during chapter 5. I think he wasn’t focused or thinking about anything beyond beating the guy in front of him and getting back to another cup of heaven. It feels like Sun Wukong is missing. He’s still there, he’s powerful beyond comprehension, but it feels like he’s missing. His return to his monkeys after a battle doesn’t really feel triumphant. I have such a visual of him descending in his armor and looking like a god, untouched and pristine. But he remains untouched, even by their reports of their allies being captured. He feels untouchable.

Most of this is just me rambling, but clearly Sun Wukong had an alcohol problem before chapter five when he pretty much drank himself to an early grave then fought his way back to life. With Immortal wine though, there’s none of that need to end, there’s no hangover, just bliss. And boy does it show. I’m not sure if this was intended in the writing but OUGH I haven’t stopped thinking about the change that comes over Sun Wukong when he gets his hand on the wine. When he’s in heaven that’s all that matters. All that matters is that he has the best of the best. His monkeys are always there and praising him if he ever wants to come back. He doesn't even bother to think about how his absence affects them. He cares that he wasn’t invited to a party. He cares about his monkeys, we know this. But by gosh if he doesn’t feel like an untouchable deity in chapter 5. No wonder this dude felt like he could take on Buddha. I don’t think there’s a minute during the Havoc in Heaven where Sun Wukong is sober. He’s drunk on the agony of immortality. It’s in his bones and not even a furnace used for that very thing can burn it out of him. Sun Wukong is a hundred thousand suns and moons.

But Buddha is everything.

And that’s how he’s beaten.

I’d say a couple hundred years is enough for some of that immortal wine to burn through that monkey’s system. It’s putting him in a, albeit very harsh, time-out. It makes a lot of things make some more sense when I’m thinking about it from the view of an addict. The circlet is about self control. Once he has it, once he’s more at peace, it vanishes on its own because he doesn’t need it anymore. He doesn't need that 30 days sober chip taped onto his forehead to remind him every time he sees his reflection in a bottle. Sun Wukong is very smart, but he doesn’t really bother with self-control. It gets in the way of having fun. He drank wine and didn’t bother with any inhibitions or self-restraint. He did whatever he wanted whenever he wanted however he wanted with whoever he wanted. Why control himself or his cravings or killings or anything of the sort? Drink more wine! Laugh! Have fun! Meet people! Come get drunk with him! Why bother with decorum or etiquette or anything of the sort? He’s fine with how things are until people start to look down on him, and then he feels the need to prove they can’t do that.

Okay, I’m rambling now and thinking about the potential of modern retellings with this kind of approach so I think I’ll end it here for now. I’m just thinking very hard about alcoholic Sun Wukong and am going slightly insane over it. Yeah, other people have probably pointed this out before, it’s probably so common, it’s just my first time really thinking about it and I find it so heckin neat. WHAT A GREAT BOOK YOU GUYS. Alright, enough of that for now, I’ve gotta get ready for bed and do prep stuff for tomorrow so, have a goodnight you guys, Knox out o7

#knox rambles #Sun Wukong | Monkey King #journey to the west #jttw #alcoholic swk #me on my absolute nonesense #im sleepy now #and thinking of modern aus #i have cleaning to do and sleep to get goodnight #ngl i feel like im reading it for the first time this round its really neat #okay peace out

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receival · 29 days

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the dark nest trilogy starters.

the following is a collection of sentence starters from the star wars expanded universe’s the dark nest trilogy.

there is no poison in truth.

if you don’t wish me to return, i won’t.

what i don’t wish is for you to leave.

it’s too soon. you’re not ready.

sometimes, the effect is all we can know of the cause.

do you remember my words only so you can use them to spar with me?

so now you are beyond light and dark? beyond good and evil?

my bodyguards will wait in the corridor.

then you know the purpose of my visit?

an explanation? of what?

my apologies for taking so much of your time.

forgive me. i didn’t mean to imply anything.

you need to put a stop to this, and soon.

okay, so it’s a small chance. but it’s better than nothing.

are you crazy? …you are. you’re crazy.

i do want to win this thing. and to do that, we need to stay alive.

it’s not too much, if you’ll just leave me alone!

when are you going to stop calling me ‘kid’?

trust me.

this should be interesting.

i’m looking forward to see how you do it.

they’re wondering what you’re doing. to tell the truth, so am i.

you’ve been awfully quiet, (name).

(name), i think you’re just making the situation here worse.

you’ve lost your objectivity and you’ve taken sides.

that was a thoughtless thing for me to say.

some things i won’t tolerate even from you, (full name).

at the moment, it’s you i’m most worried about.

what happened to defending the weak? to sacrificing for the poor?

i don’t know the truth. and i see no reason to think of one, since you won’t believe it anyway.

i’ve seen enough. take me back to the hangar.

doesn’t this all seem a little easy to you?

i can still do what needs to be done.

we’re in this together, nerf herder.

i’m suggesting that we might not have a choice.

you didn’t ‘rescue’ me.

are you still here?

did you just call me a liar, (name)?

you think, or you’re sure?

it seems like something’s always broken down just when you need it most.

better take a sensor reading on our destination — but don’t go active. we don’t want to give away where we’re going.

you’ve been reading my mind again, haven’t you?

we should probably turn around now, before anything unfortunate happens. it would be much safer

go ahead. fly us straight into that planet, and you won’t hear another word from me.

you don’t have to worry about that. i haven’t been eating it.

i keep feeling like we’re about to be attacked again.

you’re just trying to get me into your cabin again.

(name), how long is it going to take for us to be honest with each other?

since when did you start worrying about the odds?

something happened to you. anyone can see that.

why don’t we take care of these wounds?

you’re not dead yet.

how do you feel?

didn’t know. and it wouldn’t matter if i did.

there’s something sneaky going on here.

(name), sometimes you think too much.

nice try, but we’re not changing the subject.

i’m surprised you have so much trouble remembering the name of someone who betrayed you.

what does this have to do with anything? they’re both dead.

just making a point.

i’m glad i still have something to teach.

perhaps you’d explain your concerns?

i let my emotions carry me away. i apologize.

you’re in a better mood.

i don’t recall you doing much cooking.

tell me, (name). what don’t i want to know?

tell me the truth. are we going to die?

if we’re going to die anyway, there’s nothing left to lose.

you cannot know how refreshing it is to speak with someone who is not trying to win my hand or coax something out of me.

you would not believe what they do to curry favor.

you do know that we’re not alone, don’t you?

why do you put up with them?

everyone wants something from me, (name).

am i required to laugh?

what about the will of the force? why not trust it?

everything i tell you is a lie.

should i trust a river because it wants to run downhill?

it took five years to learn that?

we’ll have to make this fast. the grounds a little soft here.

it’s my fault. i hope you can forgive me.

you can still lay down your weapon. it would be better if you did.

i don’t want it repaired until we find a way to extract some information stored on the chip.

didn’t you hear me? we’re in the middle of some very important business.

you have what you came for. but it wouldn’t be wise to act on the information.

are you threatening me?

you’re a hard woman, (full name). i kind of like it.

remind me not to get on your bad side.

pretty sure of yourself, aren’t you?

what are you doing, sneaking up like that?

okay, maybe my best friend’s a lizard.

i told you it wasn’t what you thought.

i don’t understand why you want to fight — because you have no chance of winning.

i need to hurt them. inflict pain. torture them, in truth. not for long, and nothing that will injure. but it must be intense.

perhaps we should back up a little.

there isn’t any other way. not in the time we have.

the only thing pain would cause me is a religious experience.

i have seen everything i need to.

i hope you’ll forgive the room. it’s the best i could do under the circumstances.

your presence would make any room pleasant, (name).

some of us still honor our promises.

why in the blazes would you do something like that?

who else can we trust to wield our power? we must follow our own consciences.

even in those with the best intentions, power corrupts.

i haven’t seen a good lightsaber fight in ages.

i was feeling a little cramped myself.

i’m sorry. i don’t understand what you’re saying.

i — i thought it was a dream.

no, it was fun! great, even. i just … it didn’t feel real …

your touch can be very compelling.

you’re not just here to say hello. something’s wrong, isn’t it?

you’re not very good at hiding your feelings.

i was hoping he may have talked to you.

we can’t do anything. it’s too late.

come get me, lover boy.

has this ever been tried before?

ambush . they’re starting to come after us.

your request lies outside my mission profile, but i have been authorized to wish you good luck.

you don’t have to impress me.

from where i stand, you’re in no position to stop me.

you will need more than lightsabers and blaster pistols, i think.

my trigger finger is getting itchy.

(name), this doesn’t have to happen.

you still have a home with us.

(name), reach out to me. i can help you find the way back.

how about it, (name)? that enough fun for you?

you always know how to make a girl feel better.

neat trick. it isn’t going to save you.

i am not your son.

no hurry. i’ve been hit worse than this.

all you did was save their lives. that doesn’t make you responsible for what they did later.

that was entirely uncalled for.

well that was fun. let’s never do it again.

we need to make this fast.

come here. i’ll try to help.

i have not forgotten. you may be sure of that.

i don’t think i like what you’re saying.

i’ve done nothing to deserve that tone.

they want you to suffer. then they want you dead.

i’m not leaving here without you, (name).

i hate this. it makes me feel like a coward.

i don’t know why that should surprise you.

of course they’re concerned about us.

you’ll understand if i don’t believe you.

(name), you disappoint me.

you let your anger make you weak.

i’ll lay the blame where it belongs.

i’m not interested in ‘redemption’, or anything else you have to offer.

that’s enough. are you trying to kill her?

i could have sworn i had it set on full power.

you could have fought this. maybe you still can.

you place too much faith in others, (name). that has always been your weakness — and soon it will be your downfall.

i’m just going to blast her now.

i won’t lose you, (name).

do you mind? i don’t want to catch anything.

we don’t have time to meditate, (name).

we don’t have time for rules.

we should handle this ourselves.

silence is not agreement.

there’s no sense discussing this any further. my mind is made up.

sometimes i hate it when you’re right.

i’m serious. if you go there, you’re on your own.

why are you whispering?

what’s wrong? i didn’t hit you with a stray, did i?

they’re all dead.

i was hoping to get some answers out of them.

i’m not worried. you’re covering me.

doomed? what are you talking about?

what’s wrong with you, (name)? you could have hurt someone.

tell you in a minute — in case i’m wrong about this and need to make something up to keep from embarrassing myself.

i see you’re making the most of your house arrest, (name).

your act isn’t fooling me.

so we can do this the easy way … or we can do it the hard way.

you’re a jedi! you can’t do this.

it is your intention that concerns me.

you see? that wasn’t so hard.

they didn’t say, and i didn’t ask.

this was a political arrangement, not a marriage.

tell me why i shouldn’t kill you now.

i apologize if i offended you, (title).

i was only trying to help.

i wasn’t expecting to hear from you so soon.

oh, boy. this is bad.

we gotta get off this sponge before we start glowing or something

if you’re going into a trance or something, now isn’t the time.

don’t worry. everything’s under control.

you won’t need your (weapon). i’m not here to harm you.

how could i have been hiding? i only just arrived.

that’s backward. and a lie!

if you were going to pull the trigger, you wouldn’t have wasted your one chance talking about it.

i’ll see you in your dreams.

i was certainly not just kissing her.

you see? i didn’t miscalculate!

you keep telling me to doubt everything.

you are a terrible student.

give me your (weapon).

the last time i did that, you hit me on the head with it. i had a knot for a week.

this is no time for games, (title). i need to know.

i find your lack of faith disturbing, (name).

we’re still in one piece, aren’t we?

i’ve been wondering what she sees in you.

did you just use a jedi mind - reading trick on me?

hey, open up! i need to talk to you.

that was low, (name), even for you.

i’m trying to make the best of a bad situation, here.

you’re getting on my nerves.

i’ll be okay, (name). i just need to center myself.

just how angry are you trying to make me?

i’m sure you’ll understand my complete lack of confidence in that plan.

that’s not your decision to make!

i’m afraid you’re going to be waiting a very long time.

these things happen when we keep secrets from each other.

i wouldn’t want to make this too easy on you.

what is wrong with you? you could have gotten killed!

i just don’t worry about things i can’t control, and i fix things i can control.

what’s the hurry? it’s not like we’re going anyplace.

i’ll see if i can improve our chances.

maybe we should turn back.

you’re not looking too great.

you want this done, we’ve got to do it ourselves.

(name) would kill me if i let you die alone in there.

everything’s fine here. there’s no need to be alarmed.

whatever you say, (name). you’re the one holding the blaster.

why are you laying on the floor at a time like this?

these bugs are really starting to scare me.

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punkscowardschampions · 2 months

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Modie pt.1

Edie: You don’t have to pretend to be busy

Edie: you’ve changed your mind, that’s fine

Moses: [a massive delay in replying because he is busy]

Moses: I am busy

Edie: Sure

Edie: well don’t worry because it was a stupid idea anyway

Moses: Cheer up, baby, I’ve had better since

Moses: it’s a surprise but you’ll be so happy when you find out

Edie: I don’t want presents

Moses: You’ll want this one

Edie: All I wanted was to spend more time with you

Moses: I’ll be back [when he will], promise

Edie: I guess I’ll see you whenever you are

Moses: Don’t say it like that

Edie: What?

Moses: You’re not excited no more?

Edie: I was excited when you were coming back [the day he said]

Moses: It can’t be helped jobs running over, I ain’t out having fun without you, am I

Edie: I said it’s fine, I understand

Moses: You don’t, but daddy’s doing something proper nice for you, wait and see

Edie: You are?

Moses: Yeah, ‘course I am

Edie: I’m not allowed to come [to the next place he’s working]

Moses: Don’t worry, this is gonna make up for it and you’ll want to stay right where I’m putting you

Edie: Why did they want you to stay, can’t someone else do it

Moses: I’m the best, you know that

Edie: Yeah, I know

Edie: I’m still upset about it though

Moses: Me too, but if I left it to these dopes I’d have to come back and fix what they’d done wrong and it’d take twice as long

Edie: Okay, I’ll forgive you

Moses: I’m doing it for you, every job is

Edie: But I don’t need anything

Moses: Don’t you trust me to know what you need?

Edie: Yes but

Edie: Why did you make mammy tell me, don’t you want to talk to me?

Moses: I’m upset when you’re upset and I’ve got to focus

Edie: I try not to be

Moses: But you are and it’s all I can think of

Edie: I’m sorry, daddy

Moses: It’s not your fault

Edie: I’ll leave you alone

Moses: I don’t want us both alone

Edie: I won’t be, don’t worry, I’ll be fine

Moses: With who?

Edie: What do you mean?

Moses: Your mammy says there’s something going on with you and Liam, is there?

Edie: I’ve told you about Liam

Moses: Have you told me everything?

Edie: I don’t know what you want to know

Moses: She thinks you’re all over him when mine and her backs are turned, it’s what she said

Edie: Oh

Edie: I’ve not slept with him

Moses: I told her you wouldn’t

Edie: She’s just worried, I’ll tell her

Moses: She reckons I’m to keep a close eye on you or you’ll be getting yourself in trouble

Edie: What do you think?

Moses: You’re a good girl, you’re not like her

Edie: Why do you have to be mean

Moses: I’m not

Edie: I wouldn’t be here if she was a ‘good girl’

Edie: you wanted me, didn’t you?

Moses: And I want you still

Edie: So be nice, you couldn’t have done it without her

Moses: I just don’t want you being hurt how the other lads hurt her before she was with me, that’s all I mean

Edie: No one’s going to hurt me, I’ve got you to protect me, haven’t I

Moses: Yeah, but I’m not with you now or as much as I should be

Edie: I’ve my brother and Liam too

Moses: Right, but it’s not the same

Edie: They wouldn’t let me be hurt

Moses: No, I know

Edie: What’s the matter?

Moses: Nothing, your mammy and her carry on worried me for you

Edie: I want you to care

Moses: Well I do

Edie: Promise?

Moses: I miss you enough to walk off this job

Edie: I wish you could

Edie: It aches inside my chest

Moses: I want to but it’ll kick off

Edie: I know you can’t

Moses: Post yourself to us

Edie: Will you have time to unwrap me?

Edie: I don’t want to suffocate waiting for you

Moses: I’ll make the time before you go blue, like

Edie: We’re almost blue, your veins show through your skin like mine and mammy’s too

Moses: Because you’ve my blood

Edie: I can hear it, in my ears

Moses: Ours is faster than other people’s, we’ve that much to do

Edie: I hope [however long it is until he’s back now] goes as fast

Moses: How long are you able to hold your breath for?

Moses: post’d have you sent here in [however many days]

Edie: I’ll have to practice

Moses: No cheating

Edie: I wouldn’t 😠

Moses: I’ll have to watch yous

Edie: You still think I’m a sneak

Edie: I shouldn’t have told you about that

Moses: I only want to see you

Edie: I only wanted to see you

Moses: Hold your breath and I’ll count, we’re a team

Edie: Okay, I’m ready

Moses: Go

Edie: [facetime him, holding your breath]

Moses: [we see you counting sir like this is fine and casual]

Edie: [it’s not at all but at least you will just hang up when you are unable to hold your breath any longer, rather than let him watch you catch your breath]

Moses: [tell her again the final number she got to and where that is in terms of how far, like we’re naming a town she’s made it to if she was posted, you know what I mean]

Edie: That’s not gonna cut it

Edie: I’ll see how David Blaine did it

Moses: [tell her how long it would take you to drive there from where you are as if she’s waiting there and you’re gonna pick her up]

Edie: If you go [a speed that you should not be driving on any road] you can cut that in half

Moses: [ramp that up by saying an even more ludicrous speed to cut the time even more, stop flirting please ffs]

Edie: I think I can wait that long

Moses: You’ve no need to practise crawling, walking or even running no more, you could to me

Edie: But

Edie: will you be there when I get there?

Moses: Where else would I be?

Edie: [where he is right now] or [places he’s been before] or [where he’s going next]

Moses: Unless you’re lost and that’s where you end up going

Edie: Am I lost?

Moses: Do you feel you are?

Edie: Yes, maybe

Edie: I don’t know

Moses: But you’re not scared

Edie: What of?

Moses: Anything ever

Moses: you’re too like me to be

Edie: I’m like you

Moses: You’re of me

Edie: I’m yours

Moses: My princess

Edie: Why do you have to be the only one who can do the job

Moses: Why haven’t you sung to us?

Edie: I’m waiting to do it in person

Moses: But I’ve got no patience to wait

Edie: If you’ve no patience then neither have I

Moses: You can’t have

Edie: Still you make me

Moses: Make your mammy bring yous to me

Edie: She’s not going to do that

Moses: That’s why you’re gonna need to force her

Edie: She says there’s no families on jobs like that

Edie: is that why they send you?

Moses: And what would she know about the jobs I’m on?

Edie: Isn’t it true?

Moses: It’s true I don’t play by no one’s rules

Edie: And you know my mammy won’t be forced to do nothing

Moses: By me, but she’s wrapped ‘round your finger

Edie: I know how to make people want to do things

Moses: And don’t you want to spend time together?

Edie: If you’re working all the time, we won’t get to

Moses: They can’t work me all the time

Moses: just say you don’t want to if you don’t

Edie: I’d never say that

Moses: Sounds like you’re saying it

Edie: I’m not, I’ll come, of course I will

Moses: Promise

Edie: If you mean it, I’ll talk to her right now

Moses: What wouldn’t I mean?

Edie: I mean, you’re not just saying it, to make me feel better

Moses: It’s to make us both feel better, having you here

Edie: Are you lonely there?

Moses: And so bored

Edie: You won’t be, I’ll entertain you

Moses: You’ll bring the fun with you, will you?

Edie: I make you laugh, you said so

Moses: [tell her about how you used to make her laugh when she was a baby and then a toddler, just gradually getting older with the stories until it’s more recent]

Edie: No one is ever going to try as hard for me as you do, are they

Moses: No one loves you like I do

Edie: I’m the luckiest girl in the world

Moses: I’m lucky to be your daddy

Edie: Were you scared? You were so young when I was born

Moses: No, I wanted you

Edie: What was it like having two babies at the same time? She wasn’t quite 1

Moses: It would’ve been better if she was mine but I loved having yous both

Edie: You should have more, I’ve decided it’s okay

Moses: Oh have you really?

Edie: Yeah

Edie: You love it and you’re so good at it, it’s be unfair not to let you

Moses: You’d change your mind looking at me holding another one

Edie: You said it, I’m too big to hold

Moses: I reckon I said you’re getting to be, not yet

Edie: How long?

Moses: How big are you? Been ages since I’ve measured you off the door how we did when you was small

Edie: I’m taller than Rio now

Moses: What about stood next to your mammy?

Edie: Almost, there’s barely anything in it

Moses: Maybe I’ll have to face it that you are a big girl now then, treat you as one

Edie: Are you sad?

Moses: Wouldn’t be fair to stop you growing up

Edie: Maybe I don’t want to

Moses: Why, I’m not going to lock you in like my cousin would, you can do what you want

Edie: Do you still want me to go see them?

Moses: Are you after going for yourself or only for us?

Edie: I’m curious

Moses: So meet them because of that

Edie: I embarrassed myself too

Moses: What d’you mean? How?

Edie: I just wanted him to prove he cared like he said, or show me that it was just bullshit

Moses: What have you done?

Edie: Nothing, I just wanted to know if guilt money was all there was

Moses: Where’s the shame in that? Tell me what happened

Edie: I said if he meant it he’d come and look after us all

Edie: obviously that weren’t going to happen but it freaked him out that I said it

Moses: And you meant to put the wind up him, nothing else was meant by it

Edie: I’d have to be an idiot to think otherwise

Moses: He’d think you might be, he thinks I am sure enough

Edie: I just want everyone to be happy

Moses: He’s in no position to make anyone happy, he’s the eejit

Edie: I suppose so

Moses: I’m not giving out brownie points for your supposing he could take my place

Edie: It wasn’t like that

Moses: What was it like, hmm?

Edie: You know how badly I miss you when you’re away

Moses: He ain’t a cure, got that?

Edie: Nothing is

Moses: I’m it

Moses: what I offer you nobody else can

Edie: Then give it to me, don’t leave me wanting

Moses: Aren’t I waiting for you right now?

Edie: You’re the one in control

Moses: So do as you’re told

Edie: Tell me again

Moses: Come here

Edie: [time to talk to your mother and convince her you need to visit him rn immediately]

Edie: Okay, did it

Moses: I knew you’d convince her of what’s best

Edie: I feel like I can’t remember when I last saw you, how I’m meant to act around you

Moses: [tell her but as per get some of the details wrong whether that’s the when or the where you’re mixing up with another time or something else, we know what I’m saying]

Edie: [counter with another time, a happy mem of some description like that covers the bits he got wrong there]

Moses: [remind her how she used to act around you when she was younger as if that’s the appropriate way for her to still behave, giving the tongue biting story with the vibes but slightly less blatant]

Edie: You’re the cutest daddy in the whole wide world

Edie: you remember so much

Moses: You’re all I think of, I told you

Edie: I’m going to attach myself to you how I used to, so you can’t move without me

Moses: When’s she bringing you?

Edie: When she’s finished [whatever your mother is in the middle of doing, who can say]

Moses: Good, well done

Edie: I just wanna make you proud

Moses: There’s no prouder daddy around

Edie: You won’t be able to stand it

Moses: I’ll stand tall showing you off

Edie: As long as I can hide in your chest

Moses: I won’t control your every move, I know you’re shy

Edie: I just don’t know what to do when men look at me

Moses: You’re to tell me and I’ll handle it any time but this

Edie: You can show me off, it’s what you want, you’re to have it

Moses: I want you, I don’t care about nothing else

Edie: My bags still packed

Moses: Be worth the wait

Edie: Have you been thinking about me as much as I’ve been thinking about you

Moses: We both know the answer to that

Edie: I need the answer to be yes, so I can picture it

Moses: Plenty of nights I’m kept up and don’t sleep for thinking of you

Edie: Must be me thinking of you, using my powers to stop you from leaving me awake without you

Moses: You would

Edie: I will

Moses: Not if I use mine to get you to sleep

Edie: It takes more these days

Moses: I’ll give you more, what you need

Edie: You know

Moses: Everything, baby, guarantee you that

Edie: I’m not going to make it to [where he is]

Moses: You’ve no say, I need you to

Edie: Where do you want me, daddy?

Moses: Never out my sight

Edie: Keep hold of me

Moses: Against me, where you should always be

Edie: Your body is so strong and hard, I feel like I could dissolve into you

Moses: You’re part of it

Edie: All your softness, for you to love and keep safe

Moses: That you are, I couldn’t show no softness ‘til I had you

Edie: You’d never hurt me, you’re so careful

Moses: I’d break you if I weren’t

Edie: I’m not frightened

Moses: You don’t need to be

Edie: You need me, so you can put all your love somewhere

Moses: Yeah

Edie: You don’t need to be frightened either, I promise

Moses: I’m not neither

Edie: You’ll stay, once I give all of me to you

Moses: I’m your daddy there’s no getting rid

Edie: Want me this much, every day

Moses: I couldn’t want you more or less, it’s only ever this much

Edie: No one else could do this to me, I’m made for you

Moses: All my love because I made you with it

Edie: It’s for me, stop giving it to people who don’t deserve you

Moses: I told your mammy I’d stop, no more women is what I said

Edie: She’s the only one I’ll share with, and my brothers and sisters

Moses: And she don’t want none of me now he’s back

Edie: Never say never

Edie: I remember how it was

Moses: You weren’t born for how they were together

Edie: Will you tell me, how you put me inside mammy

Moses: I had to, it was like god was telling me or something, and sure I don’t really believe in him even but I know I couldn’t help myself

Edie: She pulls you in, I’ve seen, you’re not meant to pull away from that

Edie: Push through until you find God, find me

Moses: That’s how it was, true enough

Edie: Will she join us

Edie: or is she lost forever

Moses: You’ll have to use your sight again

Edie: I’ve thought of her, maybe I keep her awake too

Edie: being her, being inside her, you, everywhere

Moses: I remember how she looked when you were, best she could’ve ever had

Edie: That’s my favourite time to think about, being between you, safe and sound, all the feral fucking I know happened with me right there

Moses: You’re not to let them words out of your mouth in front of her, she’ll reckon I fed them to you

Edie: But you didn’t, this is how I feel, I’ve felt like it for as long as I can remember

Moses: I probably am to blame, you think how I do

Edie: I don’t know how to stop it, I can pretend but I can’t make it real

Edie: nothing is as real as this feeling

Moses: You can’t stop yourself being who you’re meant to

Edie: I’m yours and hers and that’s all I want to be, all I want is to be with you both forever

Moses: And you will be

Edie: Make it real, daddy, please, it can’t just be memories I never know if are fully real or my sick head

Moses: There’s nothing wrong with your head, understand that first

Edie: I feel like I’m on fire

Moses: I’ll fix it, don’t I always?

Edie: Say you’ll show me, how I was made

Moses: I can’t make your mammy agree, but I’ll show you

Edie: How your name sounded, forced out of her, she called you daddy like I do, I know that’s real because I couldn’t imagine anything that perfect

Moses: It’s real, you must’ve heard

Edie: I remember banging my head against the door, the same rhythm of the bed hitting the wall

Moses: You used to shake the bars of your cot to be let out too, like I’d put you in a prison instead of a bed

Edie: I wanted to touch you, make you that happy, feel your sticky skin and kiss your mouth to taste hers

Moses: She tastes like [something, idk but you shouldn’t be telling her whatever it is]

Edie: I’m [eating/drinking/whatever to get this taste] right now, I need to

Moses: Your hair feels and smells the same as hers, I’ve thought that before

Edie: I’ll wear it down for you

Moses: What colour have you turned it? Last I saw it was [whatever colour because even at like 12 I’m sure you’ve begun to]

Edie: [I won’t commit us to an era but probably the silver kind of colour but idk]

Edie: I might have it dark like yours soon

Moses: Me and your mammy both expected you to be born with dark hair like mine

Edie: Were you happy or sad?

Moses: I can’t remember feeling sad over anything, I was too happy you were here

Edie: You loved me before you met me, before you and her mixed inside her

Moses: ‘Course, how could I not?

Edie: And there’s nothing I could do or say to make you stop?

Moses: You’re testing us, but no, I don’t reckon I’ve the knowing how to stop

Edie: I want something new to start, you want me to be yours, show me

Moses: You’re new

Edie: Nobody has touched me, I’ve never touched myself to anything but the thought of you and mammy

Moses: When did you start that?

Edie: When did you first touch yourself?

Moses: [not you telling her the story, which I am not committing us to because I’m not a boy and I’m certainly not the kind of boy he is lol so idk how old you’d be, but lord the overshare]

Edie: 🥰🥺 baby daddy

Moses: Now you tell me how old you was

Edie: [tell him, of course, overshare for an overshare]

Moses: Jesus

Edie: Don’t be mad

Moses: All that time but you’ve not let nobody else touch you?

Edie: It’s your fingers I’m dreaming about

Edie: my own already felt like a betrayal but I needed it so badly

Moses: Yours are like hers, she had to touch herself because of me plenty, don’t feel bad for it

Edie: Imagine me and her, waiting for you to take over, side by side

Moses: Do you sound like her too or are yous different?

Edie: I’ve never made a sound, I told you, I couldn’t get caught

Edie: but I’ve memorized her, pitch perfect

Moses: That don’t mean you didn’t wanna, that you never felt them stuck in your throat, you know what kind they’d be

Edie: And I wanted to get caught

Edie: When I could believe that my punishment would be what I was choking over

Moses: Your daddy to catch you

Edie: To see me, fucking myself looking at pictures of him and my mammy

Moses: Send me a picture of you with [whatever this food/drink/thing is] in your mouth

Edie: [do it, with the thing whole/then progressively grosser/messier pics, you know the vibe]

Moses: You’d look nice with your hair dark

Edie: What colour do you like best?

Moses: We could match the colour to your surprise, if you don’t want to keep on looking like me forever

Edie: I want to look like you, I don’t want you to forget I’m your baby

Moses: I’ll never forget you’re mine, neither will you

Edie: You’re not allowed to imagine I’m not your daughter, you have to think about it, how I think about you

Moses: I don’t want to think of someone else, not even your mammy

Edie: Shh, don’t spoil it

Moses: We can’t get spoiled

Edie: I don’t like it when you’re not nice to her

Edie: how is it going to be like before otherwise

Moses: It won’t, it’ll be new, like you said

Edie: But

Moses: And you said you wanted us all to yourself, remember?

Edie: That’s not what I want

Moses: Don’t you?

Edie: It’s gone

Edie: or gone wrong

Moses: What’s wrong? Talk to me

Edie: Forget it, forget about it

Moses: Come on, baby

Edie: I can’t

Moses: You can talk to me

Edie: I don’t know what to say

Moses: Tell me what’s going on inside your head

Edie: All bad, this shouldn’t be happening and I shouldn’t have said any of that, none of it

Moses: You’re not bad, you haven’t done anything that is

Edie: Are you going to tell?

Moses: You’re in no trouble and you’ve caused none

Edie: That’s not an answer

Moses: What’s to tell? We talk all the time, don’t we?

Edie: Not like this, not any longer

Moses: Not if you don’t want to

Edie: We can’t

Moses: I’ve never put my mind to forcing yours

Edie: And I’m not going to make you this person, based on mine

Moses: What person? You’ve the knowing of exactly who I am, better than anyone

Edie: You know what person, but it’s okay

Edie: Nothing happened

Moses: Calm down, you’re gonna upset yourself for nothing

Edie: Nothing, right

Moses: Don’t cry, just relax

Edie: I’m not crying

Moses: You’d say that while you were, I know you too

Edie: I’m sorry

Moses: Quit that, I’ve told you

Edie: I can’t, I have to say something but there’s nothing else I can

Moses: Shut up for a minute and use it to get yourself together, your mammy don’t want you in this state when she finishes her [whatever she’s doing]

Edie: I’m gonna go out instead

Moses: Out where?

Edie: I dunno, but she’s not gonna see me, don’t worry

Moses: Give me nothing to worry on or I’m bound to

Edie: There’s nothing to worry about, this is a good thing

Moses: What?

Edie: Getting out of here, I’m taking time, like you said

Moses: It ain’t good you’ve no destination, trust us, I’ve been there

Edie: I can’t get into any more trouble, that’s impossible

Moses: No it’s not, there’s always more trouble

Edie: Not than this

Moses: When you go looking it’s found, I can’t have you walking the streets

Edie: I won’t, I’ll go see Django

Moses: Give me your word

Edie: Why don’t you believe me, what do you think

Moses: That’s not you promising, give it now

Edie: And you

Moses: I wouldn’t push me, girl

Edie: Where else would I go, what do you imagine I’m gonna go do after that?

Edie: what the fuck

Moses: So fucking promise and I’ll say no more about it

Edie: I promise! Happy?

Moses: What did you have to make me act hard with you for? Are you happy now, god

Edie: You’re meant to, this is how it’s supposed to be

Moses: You’re telling me what I’m meant to do

Edie: No, you just did me

Moses: I’m supposed to do what I want

Edie: No one’s there to stop you

Moses: Rub that in, like

Edie: Go out, do all the things you don’t want me to

Moses: Stop speaking for me or I’ll not speak to yous

Edie: I’m not

Edie: was just a suggestion, I know you, remember

Moses: Your ideas started this

Edie: Ouch

Edie: yeah, okay

Moses: No yeah okay, don’t try and lay the law down like you’re who knows best how things are to go or not go

Edie: I don’t know anything at all, that’s the point, I’m mental, clearly and totally

Moses: I know my own daughter

Edie: Then tell me how to make it right

Moses: It’s done with

Edie: What is?

Moses: We’ll forget it, keep on like we didn’t speak those things to each other

Edie: Will that work?

Moses: Grand, if we want it to

Edie: Okay

Edie: We’ll make it work

Moses: We’ve no other choice, I’ll say again, I’m your daddy you’re not getting rid

Edie: I don’t want to

Moses: I don’t want that either

Edie: Whatever mortifying thing I’ve said, I still don’t want you to go

Moses: I’m going nowhere, I still love you, I’ve told you I won’t stop

Edie: I love you too

Edie: I’m going to do better

Moses: I know

Edie: We can just see each other like normal, how we did last time you were here, right?

Edie: When you’re back

Moses: [the day he’s back as if he’s like yep it’s a date when we ALL know he’ll flake somehow]

Edie: 😊

Edie: Maybe we can go [to a restaurant that’s lowkey not a vibe but the kind of place you’d take children] all of us?

Moses: I’ll get that booked up

Edie: I’ll make you some [again giving a baked thing you would’ve as a child ‘cos he likes ‘em, even if I’m just saying brownies, you get the vibe]

Moses: Sweet of you, been ages

Edie: I’ll get less shell in them now, promise that, like

Moses: Ask your sister to help and you might

Edie: Rude!

Edie: She’s far too busy to make things for you these days

Moses: Ha, you won’t ask her is the truth

Edie: I’d bet you

Moses: How much?

Edie: I’d have to check how much I have 🤔

Moses: [an amount that she probably doesn’t have lbr]

Edie: You think so much of yourself, daddy

Moses: I think what I should of myself

Edie: 😏 Well I can’t back it up with [that amount of cash]

Moses: You’ll find something else to

Edie: Alright, if I win, I get to delete the song I wrote for you

Edie: if you do, I’ll play it for you

Moses: Agreed

Edie: 🤝

Moses: Right, on you go to your brother’s and mind how you do

Edie: I know, I know

Moses: There’s a girl

Edie: Still your girl

Moses: All mine

Edie: Forever and always

Moses: [dip now sir because it’s awks and you would]

Edie: Bye then…

Moses: [the actual heartbreak of him not replying, not having booked this restaurant when the time comes and not being back when he said, again]

Edie: [me here like and this is why she was inappropriate with Johnny and ultimately every father figure she’s had, should I message when it’s that time? Even if you don’t reply, because of course she wouldn’t just let it go unnoted]

Moses: [mhmmmmm, and yes absolutely, go for it boo bear]

Edie: [not a video of you dramatically binning these brownies, no, don’t let ‘em go to waste gurl, not for this flop lmao]

Edie: Enjoy… whatever you’re still doing there, yeah? I mean it

Moses: There was work to be had in [somewhere far in the scheme of how small ireland is and nothing being that far], my daddy asked for me, I couldn’t tell him no

Edie: When?

Edie: Why do you not just tell me these things?

Moses: It was late notice for me too, age’s slowing him down he can’t take on the same jobs he used to on his own

Edie: I just wish I knew before I was waiting, that’s all

Moses: If it could be avoided, I would

Edie: What’s the job?

Moses: [tell her idk what you do, but I’m imagining this is big and long, giving that you’ll be away ages, bringing up to date with where jali are and potentially way past it too cos we said not a big gap]

Edie: Busy, busy

Moses: I would’ve said had you not beat us to it, like

Edie: I’ll leave you to it then, again

Moses: Good girl

Edie: How can I be anything but

Moses: What you talking about?

Edie: There’s no parenting you can do that busy or that far away

Moses: That’s no threat you should be throwing my way, however far or busy I am

Edie: It’s no threat

Moses: You’d hurt yourself before you hurt me

Edie: That’s how it’s always been

Moses: Don’t make me out to sound like that, it’d give me no pleasure to see you get yourself in a state

Edie: You aren’t here, you don’t see it

Moses: I still feel it, you know

Edie: I’m not saying sorry for it this time

Moses: Why? It isn’t my fault I’m needed here

Edie: You should still have to feel it with me

Moses: I feel everything with you, don’t I?

Edie: Do you?

Moses: Baby, please

Edie: I don’t know how much longer I can do this

Moses: Come on

Edie: I love you so much but it’s not enough

Moses: No fucking buts, you love me and I should be enough for you

Edie: It’s me who’s not enough for you, ever

Moses: Who’s ever said it, not me

Edie: You don’t want to be saying anything

Moses: That’s not true

Edie: Just don’t promise me things, I’ll see you when I do, it’s okay, you don’t know when that is

Moses: You’re the reason I get up, put myself to bed to do it all again and for all else what happens in between, you

Edie: I need to be in your life more, for all that to matter, so you can see that it does

Moses: When I’m back, I’ll stay, the cash from this means I can

Edie: That’s too close to a promise, daddy

Moses: [tell her how much you’re getting paid like I really mean it this time okay]

Moses: wait one last time and it’ll be the last time I ask you to

Edie: Wow

Edie: what are you going to buy?

Moses: That’s a surprise, I told you I had a big present planned

Edie: Not THAT big

Moses: I can’t wait for your face

Edie: Do I get a clue?

Moses: You’ll find you have the space to sing the song you owe without feeling shy

Edie: Now how did you know Rih helped me with those brownies?

Moses: Because she did, she would

Edie: Junior will probably eat those out the bin

Moses: His daddy would too

Edie: Awh, that would be quite sweet

Moses: You’re sweet, my jaw aches knowing the smile you’ll wear when I give you your present

Edie: Is it my birthday present?

Moses: It might be, unless I’m home earlier

Edie: I might have another song by then for you

Moses: Angry song, is it?

Edie: No

Edie: I don’t know how it will make you feel but we’ll see together

Moses: Sing me something else ‘til then, I miss you now

Edie: [record him a voice note of you singing some song you know he likes or liked back in the day at least because you can’t be throwing out your own songs yet]

Moses: [do a childhood mem of hers that’s associated with said song but actually get the details right this once]

Edie: That’s exactly when I was thinking of too

Moses: You took us right there

Edie: Maybe that’s another power of mine

Edie: I hope so

Moses: You’re so special, has to be

Moses: I’m gonna listen every night I’m away

Edie: I’ll do you a proper cover, a better one

Moses: I want this one

Edie: I’ll sing for you whenever you ask

Moses: You’ll lose your voice all together if I ask every time I’m after hearing you

Edie: I’ll stop talking, problem solved

Edie: I only want to talk to you right now

Moses: Say it’s enough

Edie: It’s enough, I never meant what you thought I meant, I promise

Moses: You can’t leave me like that

Edie: I can’t leave you, end of sentence

Moses: I’d be lost, more than a voice gone

Edie: I will never let that happen

Edie: I can’t lose you

Moses: Keep sight of us

Edie: I hate fighting with you, I never want to

Moses: [tell her about all the drinking and lbr probs drugs too you did to forget it like it’s a brag how much you could and feelsy how much you had to and not once again inappropriate to be sharing this]

Edie: Does your head ache as well as your jaw? 😔

Moses: It did but I feel better for talking to you

Edie: What does [a drug he mentioned there] feel like?

Moses: [obvs tell her with 0 hesitation, as much as you can really sum up or describe things like that, going into too much detail about things you absolutely should not as per because a lot of drugs make people horny we all know]

Edie: Interesting

Edie: Can I try some?

Moses: For your birthday, a tiny bit

Edie: You’ll have to be the responsible one, watch me

Moses: I won’t take my eyes off you

Edie: You never do

Moses: But I’ll not even blink, my eyes’ll ache for you

Edie: I can’t even picture a party and the room full of people now, only you

Edie: your eyes

Moses: We’ll dance to [the song she sang]

Edie: You can spin me around until everything else blurs and doesn’t matter at all

Moses: ‘Til it don’t feel real, only I do, holding you up

Edie: You’re so real, you burn the brightest in my head, I never forget things when you’re there

Moses: Your heart won’t have beat faster before

Edie: You won’t let me be scared, not for a second

Moses: The good kind, just for a second

Edie: I want that

Moses: You’ll have it

Edie: You won’t miss my birthday

Moses: You don’t trust my promises no more, what can I say that you’ll believe?

Edie: I do, it wasn’t a question, a reminder to myself

Moses: I’ll be there to crown you, it’s our tradition

Edie: No one else is capable or allowed

Edie: You’re the only king I know

Moses: I’m only yours

Edie: No other princesses?

Moses: No sharing on your birthday

Edie: And no one else is allowed to blow out my candles

Moses: Who’d try and steal your wish? You deserve it

Edie: Someone who knows what I want, maybe

Edie: but no one does

Moses: [reminisce about when you took this gal to a bday party and literally let her do that because you would], deserved it then too

Edie: The kid was devvo’d still but their mammy got over it quick enough

Moses: What did you wish for on those candles? I reckon it’s been long enough you can tell

Edie: [whatever it was, which I know involves him somehow, this has always been how it is]

Moses: [talk about how it came true because of whatever he did even if it wasn’t at all like her actual wish because you’re that bitch]

Edie: You’re your own kind of magic, daddy

Moses: All my love needs to find its way to you

Edie: [a selfie of you holding your hand to your cheek like you just caught a blown kiss]

Moses: [something about her hair, whether it’s the same as the last time she sent him a pic or different, giving a very childlike yet inappropriate colour related compliment I imagine]

Moses: does it taste of [something vaguely that colour]?

Edie: [a quick vid of you biting a strand of your hair, before sucking it through your lips, brushing your tongue over it like you’re really pondering that even though obviously not lol]

Moses: Well, what’s the answer?

Edie: It still tastes like [what he said hers and Ali’s hair smelt like, which must be their shampoo or something like that]

Edie: but I’ll let you see, when I change it for my birthday

Moses: You’ll show me

Edie: You can try, when no one’s watching, it tickles though, be warned

Moses: I’m used to that from you already

Edie: I only do it on purpose like half the time

Moses: I know all about how you can’t be still unless I make you

Edie: I miss your body, laying all over it

Moses: It misses you, I want you there again

Edie: You’re owed so much sleep, I know

Edie: when you’re finished working, we’ll get in bed together and not leave

Moses: For how long?

Edie: Hmm

Edie: Until I’m 14?

Moses: And then what are we gonna do?

Edie: Whatever we want

Moses: I want you to [describing how I, as a baby, used to walk up and down on my dad’s chest and stomach like I was doing a lil moon landing as he held my hands, I don’t know how to properly describe it hence the brackets and soz to my actual daddy for corrupting this wholesome activity but well]

Edie: 👩🏼‍🚀🌑

Edie: What if I crush you by mistake?

Moses: How would you?

Moses: [not you sending a pic to show off those specific muscles rn, not this]

Edie: Jesus

Moses: You don’t hate us working as much now, do you?

Edie: You need to be working where I can keep my eyes on you

Moses: I’ll build you a [something like a tree house or sand pit she either is too old for or would already have or something frankly ludicrous like him saying he’ll dig an outdoor pool in ireland in october, either way] and you can watch me

Edie: How many hours do you work a day?

Moses: [obvs tell her idk but we all know that you do work hard that’s one thing about you]

Edie: That might do, yeah

Moses: Oh it might, yeah?

Edie: Can’t work you to death, you’re a man, sure, not a horse

Moses: [talk about when you were a horse for her because I was too scared to be doing that as a bub but kids do with their dads]

Edie: [tell him what his horse name was lmao because she is a bit of a horse girl so here we are], remember?

Moses: Do you want a real horse? I’ll let you call the animal something different if needs

Edie: Really, really really?!

Moses: Sure, now you’re older I won’t worry myself over you falling off

Edie: And this is no my surprise?

Moses: I’ve just this minute thought of it

Edie: I love you so much, I’m going to scream

Moses: Your grandaddy owes us a horse for his working me like one, he’ll sort that

Edie: How do I say thank you to him? I don’t know what he likes, not like you

Moses: We’ll both of us take a shot of [whatever this man drinks because why not you’ve already offered her drugs] with him, he’ll reckon you’re funny to watch

Edie: Funny, I can be funny

Edie: does he love me?

Moses: You’ll have to ask him, that’ll be funny for me

Edie: I only know Ronan, really

Edie: tell me about the rest of your family again

Moses: I’ll teach you what to say to make him love you in the language wes have got

Edie: Mammy can do that

Edie: I want to know too, all the good words

Moses: [do teach her something cheeky that’ll make this wrong’un dad lol and obvs tell her about him and the rest of your fam as well and what you wanted to name her if she was a boy, god knows there because there are some names and a half, Duke maybe it’s giving princess vibes which was your girl pick]

Edie: [send him your attempts at practising this phrase]

Edie: I’ll make them all love me, even though I’m not a boy

Moses: My mammy maybe not but you don’t really need to bother yourself with her

Edie: That’s okay, you get to pick who and how much

Edie: because all of my love is yours

Moses: Love me most and I’ll not care who’s 3rd after your mammy

Edie: I wish I could marry you, like I thought I could when I was wee

Moses: You had a dress that was so like for a wedding

Edie: I bet it’s somewhere in dressing up

Edie: I’ll put it on for you

Moses: I don’t know that you’ll fit, but find it out for me still

Edie: I’ll see how much or little of me fits

Edie: it’s [the dress he’s talking about, of course] right?

Moses: [send her a pic of her wearing it for ref that you just have because you’d have loads of pics of her on your phone of all ages, you’re that dad, Ali sending them like remember your child you haven’t seen in forever]

Edie: I really am your favourite

Edie: I know we still have it here somewhere

Moses: [just sending her other pics as you shamelessly scroll through them all]

Edie: I’ve an album of pictures of you too, I’ve stalked you from before I was born, all your profiles

Moses: What’s your favourite one?

Edie: That depends on so many things

Moses: This second, gun to your head

Edie: [a picture that’s not only recent but a shameless thirst trap because we know what sort of mood we’re in right this second]

Moses: [not you basically taking one for her rn immediately as if she needs a more recent and more thirst trap-y pic and posting it for her to see]

Edie: [not you sliding into his DMs immediately because no fucks given ‘my daddy makes me wet’ in this convo like you never so casual]

Moses: [replying with 🍼💦 like you’re her age and because she’s both thirsty for you and your actual baby, and thank the lord I don’t think a nappy emoji exists or the heathens would be popping off]

Edie: [carrrying on like this is flirty banter with a random ‘🤤 in my mouth immediately thanks’]

Moses: [🤤👍 like he’s giving her his thumb to suck]

Edie: [sending a pic of you sucking your own but both thumbs like that’s more accurate to the experience]

Moses: [doing the eyes emoji like when he said he would not blink because ofc cannot stop looking at it, call the police]

Edie: [resending the pics of you with the food/drink/whatever in your mouth like remember when you asked me to do this]

Moses: [a pic of his lap like he just wants her to sit in it and he isn’t a blatantly turned on fully grown man in said image]

Edie: [no other way to describe this but a vid of her sitting down on this phone as slowly as possible about it, letting him see as much as he can with underwear still on, because obviously trying on this miniscule dress rn]

Moses: [🤗 to signify pulling her down and holding her in his lap how he would]

Edie: [back in this chat because again, we don’t care]

Edie: 🐎🐎🐎🐎🐎🐎

Moses: [saying his horse name again, whatever that was]

Edie: You’ll teach me how to, no saddle

Moses: It’s easy, you’ll learn quick once I’ve shown you

Edie: I just pull your hair the opposite way to where I wanna go, right?

Moses: Exactly right

Edie: and kick you in the side when I wanna go faster

Moses: But you need to go slow at first, careful

Edie: You still worry

Moses: I don’t want you hurt, it’s meant to be fun

Edie: [send him another pic of this dress not fitting in a different way]

Edie: I’m having fun, aren’t you?

Moses: Fuck

Edie: I’ll wear this for you

Moses: Post it to me, I need it

Edie: You do, you’re away so long this time

Moses: And that’ll feel longer now, harder to be away

Edie: I’ll send it, I’ll think of more things you need to keep you from missing me too bad

Moses: A care package suits, for all your love

Edie: If I write you a letter, will you read it?

Moses: I might eat it, but only after

Edie: Film that

Moses: [filming himself now, as if he’s practising and not just showing her how feral he’s being on this day]

Edie: Maybe I’ll put it to one of my songs

Moses: I’ll have you try and sing one as you’re riding, see how far you get and what that sounds like

Edie: This is going to be the best birthday ever

Moses: Be my turn to for the happy birthday song

Edie: You’re going to be Jesus’ age

Moses: Am I?

Edie: There’s 20 years and 27 days exactly between us

Moses: What’s your sight tell you about those numbers?

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ladykissingfish · 2 years

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*Literally wrote this listening to “At Your Best (You Are Love)” by Aaliyah. First time, I think, that a specific song has ever inspired a chat post 🤷🏽‍♀️*

*Deidara, out at a bar with Hidan*

Hidan: Hey bartender! Another round over here!

Deidara: No, no more for me, hm. I’m done.

Hidan: What’r you talkin’ about, blondie? You only had two drinks! C’mon man we’re not driving , have ‘nother!

Deidara: No, I’m good, hm. You know I don’t really like drinking.

Hidan: *picking up his new beer and taking a few swallows* Then why the hell did you want to come to the bar?!

Deidara: Because it’s one place Sasori won’t go, hm. He hates bars.

Hidan: Uh-oh. Trouble in paradise? Jesus, ya’ll only been married like, 4 months or something.

Deidara: Five, hm. And I dunno; he’s … changed a little since then. Not bad, just … he always wants to be around me, hm. Wants to go everywhere with me, and I can’t figure out why. Sometimes I just need a break from him, hm.

Hidan: Well yenno, nothing will change unless you talk to him about it, right?

Deidara: *sighs* I know …

Hidan: It’s important, man. You guys gotta stay married. It’s REALLY important.

Deidara: Why?

Hidan: Because you guys are the only ones I know with a house, man. Who else’s couch am I gonna crash on when MY old man kicks me out?!

Deidara: *chuckles* Good point, hm. Okay, I’ll talk to him later.

Hidan: *claps him on the back* There ya go, blondie! Okay, one more drink, you too, and then we call Itachi to pick us up.

Deidara, sighing: Fine, fine …

*later that night*

Deidara: *walks in the front door*

Sasori: *pacing by the living room windows, stops when he sees Deidara and makes a beeline to him*

Sasori: There you are! I was so worried about you!

Deidara: Sasori, I texted you less than 30 minutes ago and told you I would be home soon, hm.

Sasori: *taking off Deidara’s coat and hat* A lot can happen in 30 minutes, love. Geez, this is all you wore? It’s January; why would you pick something so flimsy? You’ll get sick for sure! Well, no matter, I’ll go draw a a warm bath for you, and then —

Deidara: Sasori! STOP IT, hm! I’m FINE. I’m not a child, I can make my own bath!

Sasori, startled: O-oh. Okay. I’m sorry, love. I’ll just … I’ll go and make you something to eat and —

Deidara: *reaches out and catches Sasori’s hand, holding him still* No. Me and you need to talk, Danna. Lately this … this clinginess of yours has gotten to be a bit much. You never used to be like this before we got married, hm. Now it’s like … like you don’t trust me to do even simple things for myself. What’s wrong?

Sasori:

Sasori: I … Deidara I …

Deidara: *drawing Sasori to the couch and forcing both of them to sit* Yes? Please, tell me.

Sasori: It’s … I married you.

Deidara: Yes?

Sasori: I married you, and I became your husband.

Deidara: I’m aware of that, Sasori. But it doesn’t answer my question.

Sasori: When you said, “I do”, when you put my ring on your finger … you became absolutely everything to me, Dei. My life, my heart, my soul. Everything. You’re my gift, and my responsibility. It’s up to me to take care of you, and to keep you safe. How could I forgive myself if something bad happened to you?

Deidara: Danna —

Sasori: What if you went to the grocery store without me, and like, a display fell on you and killed you, because I wasn’t there to push you out of the way? Or you got into a car crash, because I wasn’t there to tell you to swerve? Or —

Deidara: *puts his arms around Sasori, hugging him hard*

Deidara: Babe … wow. I never would have guessed that you felt this way about me. Or that you thought about things like this. But … you know, we’re gonna have to work on you not worrying so much, hm. And for you to have trust in me, to make good decisions, and be able to keep MYSELF safe while I’m away from you. I love you, but I need some space sometimes. And so do you. That’s healthy in any relationship, hm, you know?

Sasori: I know …

Deidara: Would it make you feel better, when I’m out, if I checked in with you more often? Calls, texts, things like that?

Sasori: It would, yes. Quite a bit, actually. If you can agree to do that … I can agree to be more relaxed about when you’re not with me. Or, I can try. Trying is all I can do, right?

Deidara: *smiling and hugging Sasori* It’s enough for me, hm. Now — you DID have one realy good idea. Something that I’d like to do together with you.

Sasori: Oh? What?

Deidara, grinning: Take a bath.

Sasori: Oh, really? Well then, I’ll go get one ready for us, and —

Deidara: No, no, let ME. Give you some practice on having trust in me to do stuff on my own, hm.

Sasori: *chuckles* Alright, dear. *kisses his cheek* You go ahead; call me when it’s ready.

Deidara: *gets up and goes whistling into the bathroom*

Sasori, to himself: He’s right; I DO worry too much. He’s perfectly capable of handing things on his own.

*several minutes later*

Deidara, from bathroom: Um, Danna? I um … I think I might have used too much bubble bath …. * a huge wave of foamy bubbles comes pouring out from under the door*

Sasori:

#sasodei #sasori x deidara #sasori #deidara #hidan #❤️💛#💛❤️#fluff

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chirp-a-chirp · 2 years

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Court of Darkness: The Spray Bottle

Random CoD inspired list based off my cats. Currently, I am trying to train them to not jump on counters by spraying them with a water bottle to try and stop bad habits. That made me think…if the MC were to do the same thing with the CoD consorts, what bad/annoying behavior would the MC spray them for and what would the reactions be?

Guy:

*Sprays Guy in the face*

Guy: Tsk. What was THAT for?

MC: You need to tell me what you’re feeling!

Guy: *Glares* I did!

MC: Grunts don’t count.

Guy: *Scowls*

MC: Scowls don’t count either. Words! Actual words! *Sprays with bottle again*

Jasper:

MC: Stop smirking so smugly! You don’t know everything you arrogant man! *Sprays bottle at Jasper* Sigh. Now you look even more smug, damn it.

Toa:

MC: OK, please know I hate doing this, because I know there are lots of expectations for you by everyone in your life, but…

*Sprays bottle at Toa*

MC: Stop being so strict when teaching me! It’s super nerve-wracking!

*Toa stares, shocked at MC*

MC: I’m sorry, that was harsh.

Toa: Compared to how my family and tutors raised me, it wasn’t.

MC: *Heart shatters* Oh God, now I’m really sorry. *Digs in pocket and shoves something in Toa’s mouth* Here, eat this caramel!

Toa: OOMPH!

Knight:

MC: *Sprays Knight with bottle* Stop belittling yourself! You’re such a loyal, true friend, worthy of praise and love!

Knight: Oy. Belittle. Did you have to use that word?

MC: Um, oops, sorry! *Sprays water on herself* Forgive me?

Knight: Well…*Grumbles* I suppose. Wanna go see kitties at the pier?

MC: Yay! Yes please! *Holds Knight’s hand as they walk together. Knight grumbles to himself but is secretly pleased*

Fenn:

MC: Fenn, remember the conversations we’ve had about personal space? About not invading it if I don’t want you to?

Fenn: Of course Treasure!

MC: You’re sitting in my lap.

Fenn: So I am! *Nods emphatically and purrs*

MC: *Sprays bottle directly in face*

Fenn: Oooooooh. Do it again!

Lynt and Tino:

MC: OK Lynt, I have class. You need to get up and get your head out of my lap.

*Lynt continues to sleep*

MC: Tino, can you give me a hand here?

Tino: Oh my MC! It looks like Prince Lynt still needs his sleep! Oh stars, Prince Lynt please wake up!

*Lynt continues to sleep*

Tino: I’m so sorry! You might miss class!

MC: *Takes spray bottle and blasts Lynt* Wake up! You can’t sleep through EVERYTHING!

Lynt: Hmmmm? So sleepy.

MC: *Takes spray bottle and blasts Tino* And stop enabling him! He’s a grown man for goodness sakes!

Roy:

*Takes a gigantic garden hose and drenches water all over Roy*

MC: Stop acting like a B-rated Avari tool! The real you is sweet, passionate, and SO *increases water pressure* MUCH *increases water pressure to max* BETTER than prince perfect you strawberry-pink lemonade haired idiot! Be yourself!

*Roy stands, eyes wide open, water dripping off his clothes*

MC: Also, sometimes you need to express what you’re actually feeling/thinking, you know, like I just did? You kinda suck at doing that unless forced.

MC: Ummm, need a towel to dry off? *Roy continues to stare. Clothes cling to his skin* Actually, never mind. You look perfect as is. *My god he’s gorgeous* Stay wet please. Bye! *MC runs away*

Grayson:

MC: Grayson, thank you for helping me!

Grayson: Don’t thank me. I did nothing of consequence.

MC: *Sprays Grayson between the eyes* Stop putting yourself down! You are brave, and one of the most considerate and genuine people I know, magic or no magic. *Aims bottle at Grayson* I will keep this up until you actually believe it yourself, good sir.

Grayson: I am not worth the trouble.

MC: *Sprays bottle again* What did I tell you Grayson? I didn’t want to do this, but you leave me no choice. I’m going to ask Sherry to join me in my spray bottle efforts.

Grayson: Please don’t.

MC: OK. We’re going to try this again. *Breathes deeply and aim bottle directly at Grayson* Grayson, thank you for helping me!

Grayson: *Says nothing for a few seconds, then sighs* You’re welcome.

Rio:

Rio is the walking embodiment of a loyal, energetic puppy. Such a good boy! It’s hard to imagine him being legitimately bad or having bad habits. However…

Rio: *Eating three meals worth of food in the mess hall*

MC: Hey Rio. RIIIIIIOOOOO. Hellllloooooo. *waves hand in front of his face. Rio remains oblivious*

MC: Sigh. *Sprays water on side of Rio’s face* RIO!

Rio: Oh. Hey Sunbeam! *Licks water from his face* Thanks, I was pretty thirsty! But next time, could ya give it to me in a glass?

MC: Rio, that wasn’t why I—

Rio: *Looks at MC with puppy eyes*

MC: Um, never mind.

Lance:

MC: Hey Lance. How’re you doing?

Lance: *Says nothing, stares at MC*

MC: Lance. Laaaaaaannnnnccceeee.

Lance: *Still says nothing*

MC: *Sprays him directly in the eyes*

Lance: Oi there! Why’d you do that?

MC: You are one of the kindest people I know. But you’re soooo awkward and broody. I mean, you talk more to animals than to people.

Lance: Well, at least animals don’t spray water in my face!

Bonus - Sherry!

Sherry: MC! I’ve heard you’ve been spraying everyone with water! What about me? Spray me!

MC: Aw, but I have no reason to! You’re the perfect friend!

Sherry: *Gives MC biggest hug. Then sprays MC in the face* Got you, hehe!

MC: I’m SO going to get you! *Runs outside chasing Sherry with spray bottle*

CODA:

Sherry and MC are running outside, ducking behind benches and bushes, trying to spray one another with water. Suddenly, they hear a low chuckle.

“Ah, so you are here. And Sherry. Very good.” Suddenly, a spray of water hits MC, drenching her.

“You said I shouldn’t be a tool. But, you said nothing about using a tool.” Roy chuckles as he holds a garden hose. His clothes are still dripping wet.

“Hey! Sherry, come help me!”

“Looks like it’s time for me to go MC! Have fun you two!” Sherry leaves, and winks at her brother, laughing.

Roy walks to the MC, a twinkle in his eye. “So, you also told me I should be more open with how I feel.” He puts an arm around her her shoulder. “Let’s go back to my chambers. If you will allow it, I’ll be quite transparent there.”

“I’d…like that.” She holds his hand. He looks down at her, a smile on his face. He wraps her in a hug.

“Thank you Heartspell. For being honest with me. For showing me how to be honest as well.”

If there are other consorts y’all want a CODA for (i.e., your fav consort), make a request in the notes section and I’ll do my best to add it!

#court of darkness #all things otome #love 365 #headcanon #spray bottle #guy avari #toa qelsum #roy invidia #fenn luxure #rio voleri

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jadethest0ne · 1 year

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In need of Refueling, Chapter 27 - Forgiveness and Recovery

Summary: “You?! Why would I trust you? You have brought me nothing but failure. Time and time again; nothing but disappointment!”

His father’s words might have been a result of his possession by the White Bone Spirit, but whether or not they were his true thoughts, Red Son vows to prove them wrong. To do so he seeks to attain a power strong enough to destroy his father’s immortal enemy. After all, he’d much rather throw fire at his problems.

Word Count: 2307

Ratings/Warnings: Teen and up; injury, burns, angst and hurt/comfort, toxic thoughts caused by toxic parents, panic attacks, abuse.

Notes: Not super happy with this chapter, but I’m throwing it out there anyway! We’re headed for the final arc of this fic!

Credits: Big thanks to @painted-arachnid and @simplyfornardo for helping me bounce ideas off of them. And also thanks to @lemonsqueazie for providing me with “Journey to the West” lore. I don’t know much about the original novel or other iterations, but I still tried to keep some things compliant with the lore. You should check all of them out, since they’re really great content creators with neat ideas!

Read on AO3

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MK recovered very quickly after the confrontation with the Spider Queen. At least physically. Mentally, he is still taking it all in. But a good talk with one's mentor should help with that, right? At least that's what MK thinks while he’s sitting in the room with the Monkey King after the situation has been explained to him. The Monkey King himself seems to be mulling over what he apparently missed while he was asleep. His expression is unreadable and it makes MK nervous. Finally, Monkey King opens his mouth to speak, and MK involuntarily stiffens. But what finally comes out of the Monkey King's mouth surprises him.

“I’m sorry you had to handle Spider Queen without me,” Monkey King says. “If I had known what was going down, I would’ve stepped in.”

MK relaxes slightly. The Monkey King is more frustrated with not being there than anything that MK did. Or could've done. It doesn’t really help with MK’s frustrations with himself, however.

In response, MK nods solemnly. “It’s… it’s actually a good thing Red Son was there to help out. I don’t know what I would’ve done if he hadn’t helped free me…”

His unease must’ve been picked up by the Monkey King, because he asks MK. “What’s wrong kiddo? You okay?”

MK sighs deeply before speaking, “It’s just- I had your powers, but that didn’t do much. It only made it worse. I messed up, and I…” He hesitates, but has to bring it up. “I want you to seal my powers again.”

“Hey, kid, you didn’t mess up! Even I would’ve had trouble with someone like Spider Queen!”

“Do you really mean that? Or are you just trying to hype me up like usual?”

“Honestly, both! I picked you as my successor for a reason! You were able to get out of that mess, despite having powers you were worried about being able to control, and having to deal with, I dunno, the emotional consequences of whatever went down with you and Red Son. That’s a lot to handle, and you still pulled through! Heck, I was thinking I was feeling better enough to go back to my own house, ‘cause I trust that you’ve got things handled here!”

MK smiles slightly. “Thanks, Monkey King.” He felt a little better now.

Monkey King continues. “Now, I will still seal your powers, but only if you actually think you need it. I don’t want a lack of belief in yourself holding you back.”

MK thinks for a moment before speaking. “No, I honestly don’t think I’m ready yet. I still have some things to learn. And…”

“And what?”

MK scratches the back of his head. “And, I didn’t really want my powers fully sealed before because you were more injured and Red Son was around. And I think… I think I’m ready to be okay with Red Son around… but… Is that okay…?”

“Is what okay?”

“Like, being okay with Red Son around. Forgiving him? He helped save us, and I think I heard you forgave him, but do you think he deserves that…?” MK’s not sure if he is making sense. He thinks Red Son deserves it at this point. And MK already welcomed him back to the shop. And he was truthful that he’d rather be friends. But something about that felt wrong when he hurt someone he cared about.

The Monkey King wraps an arm around MK's shoulders who easily leans into the embrace. “Listen kid. Forgiveness isn't about whether or not they deserve it. It isn't about whether or not other people have forgiven them. Forgiveness is about you.” He points his finger at MK’s chest. “It’s about whether or not you feel like forgiving. And whether or not you do, that's okay, because it's your choice and for your own peace."

MK sits on that for a minute. Then smiles more genuinely. “Then.. I think I am ready.”

“To forgive? Or have your powers sealed?”

MK smiles wider.

--–

He is warm. Very warm. Much warmer than he’d felt in a while. What happened? Right, he got his powers back.

He sees flames appear around him.

Yes! There it is, his fire! It’s back!

Suddenly, the fire is blazing brighter. But it’s as if it’s closer and boxing him in. That’s a bit too much; a bit too warm. The fire burns stronger and all that Red Son can see is bright red flames, curling around him, filling up his entire world.

In a flash

He is awake.

He opens his eyes and has the familiar feeling of being cradled in a bed of comfy pillows and blankets.

"s-Sandy?"

Red Son wakes up fully and sits up.

He’s in Sandy’s boathouse, a tarp put over the hole in the wall that the Spider Queen’s mechanical base destroyed, but enough of the main bedroom he stayed in is still undamaged and as usual it is crawling with cats. Orange Claw is nestled at his side and gives a soft mewl at his movement. He smiles and gently strokes her, happy to see her safe after all that mess with the spider mech attacking the house. He looks to the side of the bed to see Sandy sleeping soundly in a chair. He snorts and mumbles incoherently, and Red Son can’t help but chuckle quietly at that. He’s got his own cat with a matching mohawk sitting with him. The cat is more aware of its surroundings, and upon noticing that Red Son had woken up, it crawls up to Sandy’s face and paws at his nose. Sandy lets out a noise in between a snore and a snort and startles awake. His sleepy gaze meets Red Son’s and he smiles brightly.

“Red Son! You’re awake! How are you feeling?”

Red Son sits up straighter and stretches his arms out slowly. They creak a little bit, and he can feel the tug of some bandaged wounds, but there’s nothing more than a minor soreness on his shoulder and back.

“Just a little stiff, but I think I’m okay,” Red Son says. “How long was I out?”

“Well, you fell asleep pretty much right after we beat Spider Queen yesterday. And then you slept through the night. It’s the next day around early afternoon.”

Red Son nods thinking that that probably wasn’t as long as when he was initially brought to Sandy’s place, though it’s hard to tell. He feels a lot better now than back then. His wounds must have not been as bad, or maybe he healed quicker due to his powers returning–

They did return didn’t they?

Red Son feels his hair bristling. He feels much warmer than usual despite the draft from the tarp over the hole in the ceiling. He holds out his hand and lets the warmth creep up to his palm. A small orange flame easily appears there at his command. Red Son can’t help the manic smile that forms on his face.

Sandy chuckles and says, “Looks like you got your powers back!” Then his voice drops low and sad. “I… don’t suppose that means you have to stay anymore.”

Red Son puts out the fire and looks over at Sandy with concern. He had his powers back. There wasn’t anything keeping him from seeing his parents. Not really. But if that meant having to leave Sandy and the rest of his friends–

His thoughts are interrupted with the sound of the door to the boathouse being kicked in. The Dragon Girl barges into the house with Pigsy and Tang in tow. The pig man is holding a container, and Tang has a basket of fruit.

“Is Red Son awake?! I sensed a friend in need!” Dragon Girl exclaims, a comically distressed look on her face. She looks over and sees that her question is answered, and makes a beeline to the bed Red Son is in.

Red Son can’t help but flinch slightly. Orange Claw lets out an annoyed meow, before kneading the fabric of the blanket and curling back up into a sleeping position.

“W-what are you doing here?” Red Son stutters out.

“We’re here to see you!” Tang says matter of factly.

“But.. why?”

“To make sure you’re okay, kid,” Pigsy huffs.

“Yeah, you totally saved our butts!” Mei says loudly.

“Of course we were worried about you!” Tang says, like it's the clearest thing in the world.

“I brought soup, too. It’ll help you feel better,” Pigsy says, handing over the container.

“And I got you some mandarin oranges! Lots of vitamin C!” Tang says, sounding very pleased with himself.

A warmth spreads through Red Son’s chest and it has nothing to do with his newly re-acquired powers or the warm soup in his hands. He puts them on the table next to the bed, and says a quiet “Thank you.”

“Of course! Are you feeling okay? Spider Queen really knocked you around there!” Mei says.

Red Son stretches out a pained smile and rubs at his shoulder. “I’ve had worse. Besides, I think with my powers back, the extra energy is helping me heal quicker.”

“So you did lose your powers!” Mei says, pointing at him, sounding very proud of herself. She then points an accusatory finger at Pigsy and Tang. “I told you!”

“Yeah, yeah, you told us.” Pigsy waves a hand.

Sandy chuckles, “Heh heh, sorry I didn’t say anything, I was respecting Red Son’s choice to keep quiet about it.”

“No, no I get it,” Mei nods understandingly, but her eyes shift to a proud glint. “But I told you!”

Red Son rolls his eyes. “Yes, Dragon Girl, you are very observant.”

“Guess I better thank you for saving me twice, then! Both in the kitchen and from Spider Queen,” she winks at him.

Red Son fumbles a bit at what to say, suddenly feeling somewhat embarrassed. But he is only briefly tongue tied as he comes back with a retort. “Of course! Just you better stop being so accident prone…” His cocky attitude dips to something more somber. “Though I suppose, I should also owe you all an apology for putting you in danger in the first place. I- I tried my best to make amends. But-”

Pigsy holds up a hand and stops him. “Listen kid, we’ve all had problems, and made mistakes and you went and fixed yours. We all pretty much agree that you’ve already made amends.”

Tang and Mei both nod in agreement. But MK’s absence doesn’t go unnoticed by Red Son.

“You… all?” He looks around.

The questioning tone is understood, and Mei helps answer his unasked question. “MK is talking with the Monkey King right now, he said he’d be here soon.”

As if in response, the Noodle Boy enters the houseboat.

“See?!” Mei gestures to him.

Red Son shifts somewhat uncomfortably. Yes, the Noodle Boy said it’d be okay for Red Son to stick around, but is not sure if he’s truly still welcome.

“Noodle Boy…?” Red Son says, unable to hide the nervousness of his tone.

MK slowly walks over to Red Son. He looks very serious as he looks Red Son up and down. Red Son grips at the blankets. MK opens his mouth. Takes a breath in. And asks…

“Do you wanna spar?”

MK’s question takes Red Son completely off guard. “What?!”

MK laughs nervously. “I, uh, actually just got my powers sealed back up by Monkey King. He’s going to head back to his place soon, and I asked him to do it. I’m back to being not invincible anymore. And I figured, your powers are back to normal, too. I thought it’d be a good way for us to practice with them again, and maybe help us stretch our limbs so to speak. We could wait until you’re feeling better though. I don’t know, I just thought it’d be fun.” He rambles a bit, but is met with some silence. Then gestures to the Dragon Girl and tacks on. “Mei could join, too.”

He looks over at Dragon Girl for confirmation, to which she replies with a whoop and a holler and a “You bet I want in!”

Red Son slowly pieces together what was being proposed. “So… you want me, who has just had a power-upgrade to fight you, who has had a power-downgrade… And you’re fine with that?”

“Yeah! I think it’ll help us feel back to normal,” MK says matter of factly. Then he locks eyes with Red Son. Not in a harsh way, but in an open and honest way. “And besides, I trust you to not take things too far.”

Red Son holds the stare with MK, finally understanding the implication of what is being said.

“Really?” Red Son says quietly, unsure.

“Yeah, really!” MK smiles wide and holds out a hand.

Red Son smiles back and eagerly takes it and shakes it. “Excellent! I promise to provide you with a fair fight, but I won’t hold back!” A mischievous spark of flame twinkles in his eye.

Mei shouts happily again, “Heck yeah!”

“And maybe,” Red Son says, “We can make it a normal thing to practice. After all, I’m open to staying here longer… if you’ll have me…” He gives a meaningful look at Sandy. The big man’s eyebrows arch up, before his eyes glisten as he smiles happily.

“That would be fine by me!” Noodle Boy answers.

Over-eager and despite some still sore muscles, the three of them jump into a small sparring match later that afternoon. In the end, they’re all a bit rusty, still recovering from injuries. And no clear winner is decided as they plop down in a tired, yet contented heap. They’re left with some minor scrapes and bruises, but laughing loudly and more earnestly than any of them had in a while.

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#lmk #lego monkie kid #monkie kid #mk #red son #sandy #in need of refueling #fanfiction #lmk fanfic #my writing #jadethest0ne #ao3

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resident evil village starters

❝ oh, keep growing! one day your head might actually fit your ego. ❞ ❝ running will get you nowhere. ❞ ❝ you don’t have to trust my words, but do you have any better options? ❞ ❝ you shouldn’t be out here. it’s not safe. ❞ ❝ i know you don’t like to talk about it, but can we really just forget everything and pretend it didn’t happen? ❞ ❝ well, what do you think? it’s hopeless, right? ❞ ❝ i wish it could stay like this forever. ❞ ❝ oh, such a disappointment. i thought we could join forces. ❞ ❝ i don’t have time for this bullshit. out of my way. ❞ ❝ i don’t give a damn about your personal issues. ❞ ❝ it’s a pleasure to see you safe. ❞ ❝ just give up. flesh and blood will never win against me. ❞ ❝ quit acting so full of yourself. ❞ ❝ the clock is ticking. playtime’s over! ❞ ❝ ohhh, don’t give up! ❞ ❝ you think you can take me on? ❞ ❝ you should have never refused me. ❞ ❝ these are the fruits of my power. ❞ ❝ leave it alone. you are out of your depth. ❞ ❝ i’ve learned all i can from you. your worth as a lab rat has run out. ❞ ❝ no, no, this can’t be the end for me! ❞ ❝ i can’t escape from here... i can’t do anything! ❞ ❝ what are you talking about? you think this is a game? ❞ ❝ don’t get cocky. i’d kill you if you weren’t the trouble. ❞ ❝ hey, do you know anything about what’s going on around here? ❞ ❝ i’m not used to relying on other people. ❞ ❝ you’re the real deal. well done. ❞ ❝ i gotta...keep going. ❞ ❝ i think it’s time you left things in my hands. ❞ ❝ my power is leaving me! ❞ ❝ do me a favor... try to stay under the radar. ❞ ❝ you don’t get it. you don’t stand a chance by yourself. ❞ ❝ alright, alright. i guess i owe you an explanation. ❞ ❝ you must be pretty tough, huh? ❞ ❝ all your power’s done is drive you nuts. ❞ ❝ i gotta say, i’m surprised you made it this far. it’d be a shame if something happened to you now. ❞ ❝ so you finally came to see me! everyone falls for me in time. ❞ ❝ it’s all i can spare. take it, take it! ❞ ❝ you’ve got fight, i’ll give you that. ❞ ❝ i didn’t want to keep it from you. i didn’t want to lose you again. ❞ ❝ i’d kill you if you weren’t worth the trouble. ❞ ❝ is there something you’re not telling me? come on, talk to me. ❞ ❝ you can hear it, can’t you? someone’s waiting for you. ❞ ❝ oh, careful what you wish for. ❞ ❝ i don’t want to die. oh, it hurts so much. ❞ ❝ don’t look at me that way. ❞ ❝ i told you to sit down. ❞ ❝ you’re the reason ___ doesn’t love me. ❞ ❝ hey, kiss me? ❞ ❝ if it’s for you, i would do anything. ❞ ❝ come on, it’s not that much further! ❞ ❝ you’re the only one to see me in this form. ❞ ❝ ugh, my temper got away from me. ❞ ❝ play with me some more. ❞ ❝ trying to get on my good side? ❞ ❝ i don’t know if it’s the scent of the flowers, but i feel light headed. ❞ ❝ in all my years, i’ve never been this overjoyed. ❞ ❝ look forward to what i have in store for you. ❞ ❝ mmm, that smells good. what’s that? ❞ ❝ you really should have taken my deal. ❞ ❝ truth hurts, don’t it? ❞ ❝ i’ve waited so long. but dreams really can come true. ❞ ❝ you coward! come out and face me. ❞ ❝ quit hiding, asshole. i’m not letting you get out of this. ❞ ❝ i won’t let you have it. even if you beg. ❞ ❝ this is my territory, and i won’t let you leave. ❞ ❝ damn, i’m so cold. my legs won’t work. ❞ ❝ local wine, too. but if you’re going to keep sulking all evening, maybe you shouldn’t have any. ❞ ❝ it’s not paranoia if they’re really out to get you. ❞ ❝ you’re the last asshole in my way, aren’t you? ❞ ❝ well, at least we’re together. ❞ ❝ hey, now. think positively, all right? we talked about this. ❞ ❝ come now, don’t be shy. show me your terror. ❞ ❝ i would’ve sliced you to ribbons if they hadn’t stopped me. ❞ ❝ it’s only a riddle if you don’t know the answer. ❞ ❝ shouldn’t we face what happened there so we can live our lives without it hanging over our heads? ❞ ❝ rest while you can, because i will hunt you, and i will break you. ❞ ❝ this village is full of monsters. we can’t fight them! there’s too many. ❞ ❝ a dead body? wait...there’s more... ❞ ❝ you’re a lot like your father, you know. ❞ ❝ it barely flinched when i shot it. i feel like it’s toying with me. ❞ ❝ it’ll be fine. it’ll be fine. it’ll be fine. ❞ ❝ listen. you’re being played. ❞ ❝ too bad you’ll pay for it...with your life. ❞ ❝ please won’t you stay with me? forever? ❞ ❝ you are lucky to die before your child. ❞ ❝ quiet now, child! adults are talking. ❞ ❝ there’s nothing wrong with my memory. you’re just being paranoid. ❞ ❝ this is...this is just too much. ❞ ❝ awww, you’re blushing. ❞ ❝ how can a man be ‘almost’ dead? that’s a question for the wise. ❞ ❝ what kind of sick medieval shit is this? ❞ ❝ i’ve spent a lifetime creating this moment...and you try to take it away from me? ❞ ❝ i’m sick of fighting you! ❞ ❝ why didn’t you fucking tell me right away? ❞ ❝ shut your damn hole and don’t be a sore loser! ❞ ❝ but i’m not paranoid, i’m just cautious. ❞ ❝ don’t get close to me when i’m cooking, babe. ❞ ❝ anyone who is anyone has heard of the likes of you. ❞ ❝ i haven’t cut open a man in a while. ❞ ❝ we moved here so that you wouldn’t have to deal with any of that, remember? ❞ ❝ why? why would you do this? ❞ ❝ i knew you would want to be involved. and this job is hard enough without civilians getting in the way. ❞ ❝ oh? you have something to say? ❞ ❝ tell me what’s out there! ❞ ❝ you’re still alive...? impressive. ❞ ❝ hey, are you listening? hey! ❞ ❝ exactly how much do you plan on annoying me? ❞ ❝ oh, no. they’re coming! ❞ ❝ do you have a gun? please tell me you have a gun. ❞ ❝ it’s not---nevermind. i’m sorry. ❞ ❝ drunk or not, you are welcome---and safe---in here. ❞ ❝ you know how to push my buttons. ❞ ❝ hey, don’t i get a say in this? ❞ ❝ you wouldn’t know proper manners if it slapped you in the face. ❞ ❝ i won’t forgive you, you bastard! ❞ ❝ why...why do you treat me the same as them? am i not your favourite? am i not special? ❞ ❝ at night, i hear wailing, as if ghosts roam the halls. ❞ ❝ quit your whining; we’re almost there! ❞ ❝ i’m afraid you can’t return to your old world any longer. ❞ ❝ how dare you bare your teeth at me. ❞ ❝ you couldn’t save them. they were already gone. ❞ ❝ in life and death, we give glory. ❞ ❝ can you even understand that humiliation? ❞ ❝ even i can get angry. ❞ ❝ what the hell is that thing? ❞ ❝ we will meet again soon. ❞ ❝ let’s just say parts of the human imagination are better left alone. ❞ ❝ some treasures still lurk in this village. ❞ ❝ my decision is final. there will be no argument. ❞ ❝ everyone leaves me. even you. ❞ ❝ there is no safe! every sorry bastard out there has been ripped in half! ❞ ❝ come inside. the others are waiting. ❞ ❝ come with me. there’s something i have to tell you. ❞ ❝ what the hell is wrong with this place? ❞ ❝ the strong will destroy the weak. that’s the way of the world. ❞ ❝ no, we’re getting out of here --- together. ❞ ❝ but what i saw was...frightful. ❞ ❝ i suppose it’s what they call ‘the beauty of the grotesque’. ❞ ❝ you taught me so much and for that i will be forever in your debt. ❞ ❝ it is my curiosity that ties me to this place. ❞ ❝ please let me know if you’d like to strengthen your weapons. ❞ ❝ you’ll pay if i find out this is a lie. ❞ ❝ speaking of foolish questions, who --- what are you? ❞ ❝ if i don’t kill them then my life will never be my own. ❞ ❝ you are abominable. your deceit knows no bound. ❞ ❝ quit holding out, and get to the damn point! ❞ ❝ you’re the one who’s cursed. ❞ ❝ i hope you will be able to achieve your goal someday, too. ❞ ❝ that is why i had to leave you. i will regret never telling you goodbye. ❞ ❝ if i had but a little more time, i know i might be able to turn the tides of this battle. ❞ ❝ i can hear it shuffling about outside. ❞ ❝ and now you even try to steal my property? how dare you? ❞ ❝ ugh, just another simple little manthing. ❞ ❝ oh, good. i was just thinking of ways to pass the time. ❞ ❝ nowhere to go but up. ❞ ❝ where are you? show yourself! ❞ ❝ not without me, it’s too dangerous. ❞ ❝ shit, that was close. ❞ ❝ i heard explosions. what happened? ❞ ❝ you’ve dirtied my dress! ❞ ❝ you’re my daughter...now act like it! ❞ ❝ i don’t think we will make it through winter at this rate. ❞ ❝ the wounds are severe. i won’t last much longer. ❞ ❝ will you please stop talking in riddles? ❞ ❝ goddamn. it really is you. ❞ ❝ you sure of this? your body is, well, falling apart. ❞ ❝ how long have i been out? ❞ ❝ keep your distance. do not move until i give the order. ❞ ❝ i’ve got a tough guy here, i need some back-up! ❞ ❝ if my mom saw this shit, she’d think she’d died and gone to hell. ❞ ❝ shut your fucking hole! ...sorry about that. ❞ ❝ who are you? who sent you? ❞ ❝ please, be well. ❞ ❝ there’s more than we thought. watch out. ❞ ❝ to hunger...is to be alive. ❞ ❝ goddammit! why is everyone dying on me? ❞ ❝ hey! hey. don’t talk like that. ❞ ❝ my word, you truly are as strong as they say! ❞ ❝ don’t you love me? ❞ ❝ oh, you didn’t think i’d let you get away, did you? ❞ ❝ taken alive? dead? which would you prefer? ❞

#roleplay meme #roleplay starters #rp meme #re8 spoilers #resident evil spoilers #i'll most likely add more !! i havent seen everythng from this game yet

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musings-of-a-rose · 2 years

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Meet the Millers - Chapter 6

Pairing: Joel Miller x Benny Miller x Will Miller x f!reader

Word Count: 3700+

Rating: Mature - 18+ ONLY!

Warnings: Bear in mind the pairing of this fic along with the fact it’s set in a post-apocalyptic setting, so there will be themes and elements fitting the setting. Just like ao3, “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the age to handle mature themes. Also by clicking Keep Reading, you understand warnings may not be complete in order to avoid spoilers for the story.

Notes: I hit 200 followers and wanted to give y’all a little something so I did a poll and let you pick what one shot I write next. This is what y’all picked! I hope I can deliver. I started this out as a one shot and it MAJORLY got away from me, so now it’s a mini series. Thank you so much for following me and reading my ramblings! Also a shoutout to @astoryisaloveaffair for helping me figure out how things work and being an amazing sounding board, @icanbeyourjedi for helping me to settle on a filter for this moodboard, and @theewokingdead for being delightfully appalled at how many words this one shot has turned into and cheering me on with memes and gifs.

This is set loosely in The Last of Us universe. I’ve only played a bit of the game and watched others play (and the show isn’t out yet), so please forgive any inaccuracies. Also it’s a post-apocalyptic world so I’m taking a bunch of liberties here. Because fan fiction.

Ages at the time of this story (so you don’t have to do math):

Reader: 28

Benny: 35

Will: 38

Joel: 50

*Reader is ethnicity inclusive despite stock photo bias

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<<Chapter 5

Meet the Miller Masterlist

Main Masterlist

You marked the spot you need to go on Joel’s map. It wasn’t terribly far, but it was a solid trek on foot. Round trip would be at least 3 days if you didn’t run into trouble. You hoped the kid could last that long, but there wasn’t anything else to do. Will and Benny both tried to come with you, but you pointed out that Will would be missed at work, as he’s head of sector security and Benny would miss several training sessions, which would arouse suspicion. No one really noticed you and you could take a few days off, Benny covering your section of the wall. It would be better and quicker if it was a smaller pairing venturing out anyways.

Joel was surprised when you showed up to their home the night before leaving, backpack ready, boots by the door, and a bow and quiver set off to the side. You showed him the quiver and how you managed to rig it to your backpack so you didn’t have to carry too many bags.

That night, you laid with both Benny and Will and as you all collapsed onto the bed after, Will turned to you.

“Benny and I talked about it and we want you to know - if you want to be with Joel too, we’re ok with that. Same rules apply and we both agree.” Benny nods as your eyes go wide, looking between them like there was a joke you were the butt of.

“I don’t- I mean I haven’t-”

Will chuckles. “Come on, Ghost. Benny and I aren’t blind. We see you lookin’.”

“Well, I mean.. How can you not? He’s a…but he’s your…I wouldn’t..”

Benny lays his hand on your chest. “We know, sweetheart. We trust you. That’s why we talked about it. But it’s completely up to you. He knows that-”

“YOU TOLD HIM??” You slap your hands to your face as heat radiates off of you.

“Of course we did, sweetheart. He looks at you too. And don’t let him give you the age line.”

Still covering your face, you say “I can’t believe I’m talking about another guy with my current boyfriends.”

—----

It’s still dark out when you wake, knowing you’ll need to get out early to avoid the most people. You dress quickly and head from the bedroom, grabbing some protein bars to throw in your bag. Joel joins you a few moments later, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

“Mornin’, hon’.”

“Morning.” You silently hand him a mug of coffee and he gives you a small smile as he takes it, taking a sip and letting it wash over his body.

“Leavin’ in 10.”

You nod and hear the back bedroom door open. Benny and Will shuffle down the hall, Benny yawning and Will wiping a hand over his face. Joel nods at you before disappearing back to his room.

Benny and Will walk up to you and basically make you a Miller sandwich, squeezing you in between their strong bodies and kissing your cheeks.

“Please be careful, darlin’.”

“I always am.”

“We’ll miss you, sweetheart.”

“I’ll miss you too.”

You kiss them each on the lips, trying to convey how much you care for them without explicitly saying it.

“I’ll make sure she’s safe,” Joel had come back out of his room, moving to put his boots on. Will and Benny nod at Joel, giving you one last kiss before they release you. Sliding your feet in your boots, you lace them up and get your backpack on, slinging your bow over your shoulder.

“Ready hon’?”

“Yeah. Let’s help this kid.”

Throwing a smile over your shoulder at your boys, you slip out the door behind Joel, closing it behind you. Joel is silent and you take his lead, following him through the shadows of the nearly empty streets of Boston. He takes a few routes through some unoccupied buildings and you don’t question it, fully trusting him to guide you. Eventually, you enter a dilapidated building, missing the top several floors and head downstairs through a crumbled wall, crossing under the city wall through an old subway tunnel that had been hidden.

The tunnel is dark and quiet, Joel and you turning on your flashlights to see. It’s not long before you see light and Joel heads towards it. The light is blocked by numerous plants and vines, but you can see a path through them as they wind their way up a staircase. Joel crosses to it, clicking off his flashlight, and ascends the stairs, you quietly following in his path.

When you come out on the street above, you take a moment to look around and just breathe. It’s still city, half crumbled buildings overgrown with vines and plants, trees and grasses cover the road. But it’s so different from the stark greys inside the walls. You’d only been inside several months, but being out here made you realize how much you missed this freedom. The city felt suffocating compared to this, like it was trying to pull you back in as you saw the wall a few blocks down what used to be a main road, ominous and cold. Of course it wasn’t all bad - you’d found the Millers and they had made you the most happy you’d been since this all started. You vowed to tell them when you returned exactly how you felt about them because life is short, especially now.

A hand lightly grabs your arm and you turn to see Joel, beckoning you to follow him. Taking one last look at the city wall, you turn and follow Joel, avoiding the cars left out to rust and be reclaimed by the wild.

You walk for at least 20 blocks in silence, sometimes heading through a building to get around a large obstruction and you admit to yourself that Joel is a pro. He knows exactly where he’s going to get out of this maze and he’s confident about it, moving with sure feet in a world where nothing is certain.

You watch him for several blocks, the sweat starting to appear on his neck causing the hair there to curl up at the ends. It takes all your willpower to not reach out and tug on it, the impossibly soft looking curls almost too enticing. His muscles stretch and pull at the flannel shirt he was wearing as he climbs over barriers, extending a strong hand to help you up and around. You don’t need the help really, but you won’t pass up an opportunity to touch him.

The buildings start to thin out as you reach the edge of the old city of Boston and Joel heads to a small building, what looked like an old gas station. He gets out his gun, motioning for you to get your bow. You slide it up from around you and notch an arrow, nodding at him as you both stand on either side of the front door. Joel moves in first, gun raised and sweeping to the left as you mimic him and sweep to the right. The store is empty - just some grass and greenery creeping its way in. Joel heads into a backroom and pops his head out a moment later to motion for you to follow him. Once you cross the threshold, he closes the door behind you, turning on his flashlight as he sets it upside down on the desk as a makeshift lantern.

“How you doin’, hon’?”

“I’m great. This a rest stop?”

“Yeah, just for a few minutes. It’s a regular stop but you can never be too careful.”

Joel leans on the desk, pulling his backpack around to get his canteen. He spins the top off and puts it to his lips, tilting his head back slightly as he takes a few gulps of water, his throat bobbing with each swallow, sweat glistening on his neck. He brings the bottle back down and exhales, rubbing the back of his neck.

“You ok there, hon’?”

“What? Oh yeah, I’m..I’m fine. Great. I just..I’m good.” you’re flustered, Joel having caught you ogling him. Your cheeks are on fire as you slide your backpack around, grabbing your own canteen and taking a few sips. You think you hear Joel chuckle, his chest rumbling with containing the laughter, and when you look up at him you swear you see him wipe a smile off his face, replacing it with his normal grumpy demeanor.

“In a couple miles, we’ll be able to make a little more noise. I just don’t like announcing things this close to Boston.”

“Makes sense.”

You both rest a few more minutes, taking another look at the map before Joel slides his backpack on, situating himself to head back out. You do the same and follow him through the door as you both exit the building and head out away from the city. You walk in silence, listening to the wind blow through the trees as birds sing and tweet. This is what you missed - the silence, feeling life around you that was free of judgment or betrayal. A few hours later, Joel clears his throat.

“Sorry for the precautions but when you’ve been doin’ this as long as I have, you learn to be careful.”

“You’re the expert - I trust you, Joel.”

“There’s a place we can camp out for the night a few hours walk ahead.”

“Sounds good.”

You walk the rest of the way in a comfortable silence, both of you taking in the serene feeling of finally being away from the city. Joel speaks to point out some landmarks to you “Just in case we get separated” and you memorize them all - he’s right. It wouldn’t take much for things to go sideways. You were all too familiar with that.

The sun is setting by the time you reach your camp for the night. Following Joel into the building, you do another sweep and find nothing except crumbling booths, leather seats peeling back to expose white puffs of stuffing. This was a diner of some kind from before and it made you nostalgic for the Sunday breakfasts you used to have with your family at the pancake house when you were a kid.

“Ghost? Back here.”

Joel heads behind the counter and into what used to be a kitchen. Walking in behind him, you see him turning some knobs on an oven, warmth oozing out as the old machine comes to life. Joel sees your confusion and answers.

“It’s gas. Doesn’t need power. We can’t leave it on for long, but at least heat up the area so we can get some sleep.”

Taking off your bag and bow, you set them off to the side as Joel lays a blanket down on the hard floors.

“I’ve…only got the one blanket, hon’. I didn’t think-”

“It’s fine, Joel. We can share. If that’s ok?”

Joel shifts from foot to foot, an internal argument with himself happening behind those deep eyes.

“Alrgih’.”

“Thanks.” You turn back to your bag to grab out a protein bar, shoving the blanket you had packed down to the bottom of your bag with a smirk. You move to sit down next to Joel, handing him a protein bar as you do. He smiles his thanks you and you both eat in silence, listening to the faint sound of crickets outside.

“We’re about a half day’s walk away from that spot you marked. If we get up early, we should be there around noon or so.”

You nod, stretching before you reach for your canteen, taking a few measured sips of water, feeling a drip travel down your throat. A calloused thumb reaches out and gently swipes down the path of the water, wiping it off your skin. You set the bottle down and look at Joel, whose thumb is still tracing a path down your throat, sliding over the healed cut he had placed there when you first met. There’s no way he can’t feel how your pulse races at his touch, thumping through your skin as if it was trying to escape. His eyes meet yours and you notice that they’re darker, your own desire reflected back at you. He drops his hand from you, sitting back against the cabinets with a huff and you hesitate before turning your head away from him, taking a few deep breaths and hiding it with putting your canteen away.

You lean up against the cabinets as well, crossing your legs out in front of you and folding your arms. You speak first, breaking the silent tension in the room.

“I can take first watch.”

“I’ll do it.”

“Just..I’ll do it, Joel.”

He doesn’t look at you, considering his options. “Alrigh’.”

He crosses his arms and leans his head back against the cabinets, closing his eyes as he shuffles around to get comfortable. You lose yourself in your thoughts about what just happened. You were sure of what you saw in his eyes, and you know he felt your racing pulse. So why didn’t he act? Benny had said Joel was feeling guilty about his age, which you didn’t give a rat’s ass about to be honest. Joel was strong, rugged, smart, and obviously lived a hard life, even before the clickers. But he was also kind and attentive, pays attention to small details. And fuck was he hot. You turned to look at his face, stress and tension erased as he slept. The grey hairs fighting for dominance with the dark brown just added fuel onto your already raging crush on this man. There were only 2 other people you had ever felt this way about, and they were waiting for you back home, giving you full permission to pursue…this. If there was anything to pursue.

A few hours goes by and Joel stirs, opening his eyes and shifting his body around to wake it up.

“Your turn.”

You lean back against the cabinets and close your eyes, willing yourself to get some sleep because you know you need it. It had been a while since you slept like this, having been spoiled sharing a bed with Benny and Will for a while now. Falling into scattered dreams, memories of your past from outside the wall swirling around each other, never settling on one event or place. A sharp pain in your neck turns into a mushroom, and you panic, turning in the doorless room you were in to look into a mirror, where you see the face of a clicker staring back at you, moving as you move. The neck pain subsides, but your eyes are glued to the mirror in horror as you look at the reflection, noticing the bodies of Will, Benny, and Joel on the floor behind you, broken and bleeding. You cry out, but it’s just a series of clicks. Spotting movement, you turn to see Will, slowly sitting up, face changing and shifting, spores popping out from him as Benny and Joel move in the same way. You’re screaming again, clicks coming from your mouth in rapid succession as they turn to you, fans and domes sprouting from their eyes to transform them into horrifyingly beautiful mushrooms. You feel pressure on your arm and your body starts to shake, a scream erupting from your mouth as your eyes fly open, staring up into the terrified eyes of Joel.

“Hey, hey. Sshhh. It was a dream,” he speaks softly to you, treating you like a spooked animal as your scream dies off and you stop convulsing.

“Breathe with me, hon’.” Joel takes a few deep breaths and you copy him, feeling your heart rate start to calm. After a few of these, you notice that your head is in Joel’s lap and his hand is on your chest, helping you to breathe in time with him. He seems to realize this when you do as he quickly jerks his hand away.

“S-sorry. Was tryin’ to help-”

“It’s ok.” You manage to sit up and wipe your fingers across your face, trying to dry your tears.

“I’m sorry for laying in your lap.”

To your surprise, Joel blushes. “Oh, uh you didn’t. I..put you there.” In response to your confused look, he continues at a rapid pace “It’s just, your neck was so crooked ‘n I tried to move your head, but it never stuck, so I put your head on my lap. I didn’t want you to have-have a crick in your neck.”

Reaching out to grab his hand, you give it a little squeeze. “Thank you, Joel. You definitely saved my neck.”

He looks at you, scans your face. “Are you ok, hon’? You were..makin’ a lot of noise in your sleep so I tried to wake you up…”

“Thank you for that. It…” you trailed off, debating on telling Joel or not.

“You don’t have to-”

“It’s a recurring dream. I’m standing in a room with no way out..” you tell him everything about the dream and he listens intently, hiding a look of surprise when you mention seeing him. “I haven’t had it since I started staying with Benny and Will. Guess I feel secure in the Miller household.” You give him a small smile.

“Do Ben and Will know about it?”

You shake your head. “I haven’t had it in a long while and I never thought to tell them.”

He nods and glances out the window.

“Can I ask…you and Benny and Will look so…”

“Different?”

You nod. “Yeah. I was just wondering how you were related?”

Joel studies your face for a moment. “We share a mom. Her name was Maria. Hell of a woman. She had me when she was really young, nearly a child herself. Anyway, my dad left her and for a while, it was just me n’ her. She was a great mom. When I was about 9, she met Jacob Miller. Tall guy, blonde hair, blue eyes, nice smile. She never really introduced me to the men she was datin’ so when she asked me if I would meet him, I knew she must really like him. He was…a great guy. Treated my mom like she was the only thing in his world. We bonded fast - he treated me like a son and I came to know him like a dad. When they got married a year or so later, I asked if I could take the Miller name and call him dad.” Joel wipes at his face, trying to hide the tears of a happy memory from a time long gone. “Jacob…Dad…adopted me as soon as the courts would let him. He became the father I never had, even when Will came along when I was 12 and Benny when I was 15. We were all…close.”

You knew his parents had died when things first started and it broke your heart even more to know that they were all so close. Placing your hand on his thigh, you gave it a little squeeze and he gave you a soft smile in return before shaking his head.

“I think you have time for a little more sleep if you need it? You haven’t been out for that long.”

“I really should.” You feel so exhausted from that dream, like you had never actually slept. Joel opens his arms and beckons you to him.

“Come ‘mere. You can lay with me.”

“I-oh. You, you don’t have to-”

“I don’t have to do anythin’, hon’. But I want to. Now come here.”

Glancing at his face, you see his sincerity, how he wants to make sure you feel safe and secure to at least get some rest. He knows what lack of sleep can cost you out here. So you slide up next to him and bury your face in his side, curling into him as you feel him hesitate before wrapping his arms around you. You breathe in his scent, woodsy and his musk mixing together to make you feel safe. It only takes a few minutes before you’re fast asleep, no more nightmares plaguing you.

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Joel wakes you at sun up, and you thank him for helping you sleep. He just gives you a half smile as you both eat a protein bar for breakfast, making quick work of packing up to continue on to your destination.

As you walk, you pass the time by talking every now and again, telling Joel about your experience with the outside. You find out that pre clickers he had a daughter, Sarah, but that she was killed by soldiers who mistook her for an infected at the beginning of it all. He never mentions a wife or girlfriend so you don’t ask, not wanting to bring up more painful memories.

A little past noon, you arrive at a very small town, a few blocks of buildings making up the main square. On the other side is a small wooded area, which is where the yarrow and echinacea grow, probably planted there by locals. The town seems abandoned, but both you and Joel carry your weapons in your hands, pointing down but ready to go if needed. A knowing silence falls between you both, acknowledging the need for stealth. Taking a sweep of the town, you see no one and relax just a little.

Rounding the corner, you see the field about a block or so ahead and walk towards it, Joel right behind you. Stopping in the field, you start to scan the area, spotting a few yarrow plants right away and you move to collect them.

“I’m gonna do a sweep of mainstreet. See if there’s anything useful. Probably picked through but you never know. We’ll meet up at that pharmacy we passed comin’ in.”

“Sounds good.”

Joel turns to walk away and you stand to grab his arm. He turns to you with a questioning look.

“Please be careful. I-” you look at the town behind him and your eyes glaze over, memories sliding into place behind them. Joel’s hand on yours pulls you from it.

“I’ll be ok.”

He pats your hand once more before turning around to head back to the town. You watch him disappear around the building before dropping back down in the field, collecting several more plants before standing again. Scanning the area, you see a slight ditch and a ton of echinacea growing in it. You step down into it and crouch down, gathering up the plants.

It’s then you hear the sound of an engine, unmistakable in its rarity since the infection, causing your blood to run cold.

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Chapter 7 >>

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stargazerinmoksha · 2 years

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a story about you:

i miss you a lot more than the silence being shared between us. i know that closeness isn’t always defined by physical space, so we’ll always be close no matter the distance. it’s really been strange. do you ever miss me too? it’s really cold right now, but i’m still going to write this. it feels like winter is here a bit too soon, i know that december is a rough month for you. i have asked the stars to sing you back to bed, maybe a few of my thoughts woke you up from a nap, maybe words are all that we are and that’s okay too.

do you ever feel like it’s hard to trust people? i was thinking that i could trust myself enough to let my feelings run rampant, i don’t want any of this to be a clean edit. you’re more important than that. you deserve my honesty. i think some parts of my heart still feel hurt. i thought that i was smart enough, that my intuition is powerful, but in the end, i think we’re all too flawed to figure out what’s right and what’s wrong. who can really judge us when the lights are turned off? every scar looks like the next scar, every lie as bad as the next lie, every smile still feels real, every time that i’ve shared a laugh with you still feels like i actually knew you. i’m walking home and the stars are so pretty! i’m not so fond of the cold, but you are. i miss your voice very much and i know you’d pick up if i called. i’ve been detaching myself from a lot. i spend a lot of time alone, maybe it’s some strange form of punishment for not loving my wonderful company enough. a very valuable question to the sad souls out there, are we lonely people or do we feel alone? is it by choice or unconditionally bound to us as part of the human experience? i still have those monkey mittens that you bought for me. sometimes when i’m anxious i listen to your bloom cover. it’s still my favorite.

i think time does heal all wounds. my rose-tinted viewpoint of life won’t change that. you’re still beautiful to me. and my heart will always have room for you. in the body, in my mind, in this spirit, in my space— i can only pray that god takes care of you and your family. i’ve left my soul in the hands of the universe for quite some time now. my feelings tell me that i need to let you know that much. i still care about you.

i feel like you’re in a good place even though we haven’t spoken to one another in awhile. i just feel it. are you? if you’re not, i just wanted to let you know that it has to. somewhere under all of the pain, there’s something good happening. i have tried to look away from the sun, but she keeps pulling me back. under promises and whispers of warmth, i’ve seen the truth of what happens when you find true love. i found wings in the shape of fire and fire has no shape— formless and ever changing, i am a perfect reflection of all the things i would love to do better, they say that it’s better to ask for forgiveness than permission— so i hope you can forgive me for taking so long to write this. there was a huge disconnect in my heart and for some odd reason, the longer my hair got, the less i gave a fuck. and that’s my fault.

this is a reminder to constantly cherish the warm parts of what makes us… us. i know that you love me because i love you too. no amount of trouble could ever take that away from us. i think at the end of the day, we all just want to be loved and feel loved. something genuine. something real. something sweet. it’s that simple. give me a star and i’ll give you a constellation back. give me the truth and i’ll tell you mine. love me like you mean it and i’ll always be there for you. you can have the shirt off my back and i won’t ask for a dime back because no matter where i go or who i become— my karma will answer back in full force because i have demanded the universe to be tough to my heart. i have hurt a lot of people and that has not gone unnoticed by the echoes of truth. i will get what i’m owed, what i deserve, what i am worthy of. no matter the price. cold hands, years of depression, a numbing sensation from disappointed relationships— a quarrel with madness slipping into chaos dressed pretty enough to kiss, but lonely enough to keep me silent down to the bone, to the wire. these aren’t just meaningless letters, this isn’t just a poem about how i missed you and could really use your presence. i think it’s good to let things out. to let things flow. my heart is as naked as it was when i was born. when i had my first cry, when i ate my first meal from deep inside my mother, when my dad tried to love my mom, when i was just in the universe as a tiny light too far for the naked eye to visually see, sometimes madness comes with brilliance— or was it the other way around? i’ve forgotten and could care less. my ramblings are just ramblings. i’m here for only a mere moment with all that i am. it really is cold tonight, but writing this has added some level of warmth in my mind and that will always be the first thing that you taught me as a writer. to start with myself and never look back. i love you so very much, i hope you never forget that. sometimes we just get busy; a reminder that you are loved is never bad. so i love you. i love you even if we don’t speak too often. i love you even if we’re not up to date with one another. i love you even when you’re unsure. i don’t have enough room in my heart to not love you. it’s just enough. just enough to love all that you are— mistakes, honesty, and lies. it’s in our coding, our nature to want to understand one another. you’re not the only fucked up person, my love. i am too. i could never judge you. i can only love you more.

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flightfoot · 3 years

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Perspective From Another Timeline

Thanks to my betas @steelblaidd and Izzybusy!

I ADORE @buggachat new Bakery Enemies AU. This idea just kept on swirling through my head, I had to write it! This is set between parts 13 and 14, so after Adrien meets Alya and Nino but before Marinette starts sympathizing with him. AO3

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“You okay?”

Alya shook her head, trying to clear it. “I’ll be fine. I’ve weathered worse than that - we both have.”

Nino grinned at her. “True that.”

Alya smiled at him fondly, remembering Heroes Day. It was a bittersweet memory, with her having been turned against Nino and them both being akumatized.

But they had fought to protect each other as best they could. She’d seen Prime Queen’s footage, how Carapace had struggled to get her to fight against Dark Cupid’s magic, how he’d only given into despair after she’d given into akumatization.

“What did that blast do to us?” Nino wondered. “Everyone else the akuma blasted just disappeared. Why’re we still here?”

Alya’s brow furrowed. “I dunno… hold on, let me check to see whether any new info on the akuma’s been uploaded.”

Pulling out her phone, she tapped on the Akuma News Alert app.

An error message popped up, telling her that she had no internet connection.

Puzzled, Alya checked her phone’s other settings.

No wifi - no wifi even recognized, much less connectable - no cell service, no connection to the outside world at all.

She glanced over at Nino. “Hey, you got any signal?”

Taking out his own phone, he quickly checked his connection. He shook his head. “Not a single bar.”

Frowning, Alya looked around. “Maybe all the cell towers were taken out?”

Everything looked intact though, no sign of any destruction at all.

Something else caught Alya’s eye. “Hey Nino, what time should it be?”

Nino blinked. “Well I mean lunch just started so it should be a little past noon-”

He glanced around, noticing the long shadows and the pinkish-orange of the evening sky.

“-which it clearly is not anymore,” he concluded.

Great. “Guess Ladybug and Chat Noir must’ve taken a while to defeat the akuma,” she said, putting her phone away. “Hopefully my parents aren’t too worried. They like me to text them just after an akuma attack, but right now…?” she gestured to her pocket.

“My folks aren’t as worried,” Nino said. “But they still expect me back home before the sun goes down. They’ll be getting nervous soon.”

Alya let out a small sigh. “So much for playing Super Penguino together.”

“Hmmm…” Nino’s eyes gleamed. “You know… it’s not night just yet. And I’m sure my parents would understand if I was a few minutes late because I grabbed a bite to eat.”

Grabbed a bite to eat? What was Nino hinting at…?

Alya looked around at their location more closely.

Wait… that blast seemed to have carried them to that one park, the one near-

Alya grinned. “I think my parents will forgive me for not calling in if I bring them fresh-baked treats from the best bakery in Paris.”

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*ring ring*

The scent of freshly baked bread wafted through the store.

Instantly Alya felt her shoulders loosen up, releasing tension she didn’t even know she’d had. There was just something so warm and comforting about the bakery.

Of course, a lot of that was due to the people running it. Good luck finding more friendly, caring people than Marinette’s parents. Sabine often checked up on anyone who seemed to be struggling or upset (and ready to protect them if they were - Alya had seen the video of the time a TV crew decided to invade Marinette’s privacy), and Tom was basically a giant teddy bear in human form.

But neither of them were manning the counter today.

Instead a young woman stared back at them.

A very familiar-looking young woman.

“Marinette?” Alya asked cautiously.

The woman stared at her for a minute. “Alya?” she finally asked. “What happened to you?” She paled. “Did a new supervillain attack? Is that why you and Nino are younger?”

Huh. Weirdly scared reaction from Marinette. They’d all gotten used to supervillains by now. She’d expect an older Marinette to take them in stride even more than the current Marinette.

Hm… an older Marinette, a different time of day, and Marinette not seeming to know about the latest akuma attack?

“Marinette… what year is it?”

Marinette blinked for a moment. Her eyes widened.

Seemed Marinette understood what she was getting at.

She told Alya the date.

Her hunch was right. “We’re in the future,” Alya breathed.

A wicked grin slowly spread over her face.

Five years was a long time. A lot of things could have happened. A lot of information could’ve come to light.

Like Hawkmoth’s identity.

Or more information on the Miraculous.

But most importantly right now-

She leaned in close to Marinette, making sure to keep her voice down, just in case someone else was around in the back. “So did you ever get together with a certain blond-haired, green-eyed model?”

“Uh… what?” Marinette asked, looking puzzled.

Alya snapped her fingers. “Adrien. Did you and Adrien finally get together? Ooooh, if you did you’ve GOTTA tell me how the confession went! Or, no, wait, don’t tell me, I want to get the deets at the time. Just let me know how long I’ve got to wait, girl!”

Marinette just stared at her, slack-jawed. “Adrien… like ADRIEN AGRESTE?!” she said, her volume rising with every word.

Alya’s eyebrows flew up. “Um… yes…?”

She’d thought that Marinette would be glowing about finally getting together with her crush, or dejected about still not being able to spit out what she wanted to say to him, downcast over him rejecting her, or maybe even infuriated because he mistreated her and they subsequently broke up.

(The last one was VERY unlikely though. After the Felix debacle, she’d learned to have a bit more faith in Adrien’s good nature.)

Shock at the concept of dating him? Not something she’d anticipated.

Footsteps echoed from behind Marinette.

So one of Marinette’s parents must’ve been in the back-

Adrien popped his head around the corner.

Seemed both he AND Marinette had aged well.

Not that Adrien looked all that different. Taller, definitely, maybe with slightly messier hair and… were those earrings? They looked good on him.

“Hey dude!” Nino waved at his best friend. “What’s up?”

“Uh…” Adrien said, scratching the back of his neck.

“WOW those outfits really take the years off, huh?” Marinette said loudly, shoving them out the door. “Make you look smaller than usual. Well we better go talk about plans later okaybye-”

She promptly slammed the door behind them, physically pushing them away from the bakery.

After Marinette had dragged them a good distance away, Alya finally got over her shock, turning around and glaring at her. “What was that about?!” she asked Marinette indignantly, hands on her hips. “You know me, I wasn’t going to spill anything to him. That’s why I was talking so quietly! Why’d you have to do that?!”

Nino frowned, seeming more concerned than annoyed. “Adrien looked really hurt by that. Not cool.”

“There’s nothing to spill!” Marinette protested, gesticulating wildly. “I only met him for the first time two days ago!”

*record scratch*

Two-

Two DAYS ago?!

Ok, hold up.

“Adrien joined our collège class the day after I did! He sits in front of you in class! What’re you TALKING about?!”

“Uh… no…?” Marinette tilted her head to the side, befuddled. “I think I would remember that, even if it was a few years back.”

Alya let out a bark of laughter. “Yeah, no kidding. He would be uh, difficult for you to forget. Heck, even if your memory was erased, you’ve got so much stuff revolving around him, I couldn’t see that lasting long.”

Marinette blushed. “Why do you think I have a crush on him?! He’s HAWKMOTH’S SON!”

“WHAT?!” Alya and Nino yelled in unison.

“Ladybug and Chat Noir defeated Hawkmoth a couple years ago,” Marinette explained, pulling out her phone.

A moment later she held it up, showing a blog post from the Ladyblog.

Oooh, that’s a nice graphical design. I’ll have to look into updating my site, Alya thought.

Turning her attention to the picture, she squinted. “Hey, can you enlarge the photo?” She asked.

Marinette complied, enlarging it and turning her phone sideways, letting it fill the entire screen.

Gabriel Agreste being led away in handcuffs by the police, with Ladybug and Chat Noir in the background. Ladybug looked satisfied, with maybe a twinge of melancholy, but Chat Noir…

He stared vacantly ahead, seemingly not focused on anyone or anything, a smile on his face - but the most forced one she’d ever seen.

“What’s wrong with Chat Noir?”

Marinette frowned, looking troubled. “I don’t know. He seemed really, really upset when Hawkmoth was defeated. It was a tough battle, bad enough that neither of them have returned since, but that doesn’t explain why-”

She trailed off, lost in thought.

A moment later she looked up, meeting Alya’s eyes.

Immediately she waved her hands around, trying to ward off… something. “I- I mean, that’s what I read on the Ladyblog and what I could piece together from video footage, it’s not like I was there, NOPE. I was huddled in my room the entire time. Not like I have any insight into what Chat Noir was acting like during the battle, not beyond what any other civilian would know! That would be ridiculous, utterly ridiculous!” she let out a few forced guffaws.

Alya’s eyebrows flew up.

O...Kay…?

Maybe Marinette had been following Ladybug and Chat Noir during the final battle and hadn’t wanted anyone to know? She’d wondered whether Marinette might have a thing for Chat Noir, but her crush on Adrien dwarfed any feelings she might have had for him. Plus it’s not like Marinette would actually know Chat Noir, unlike Adrien.

Thinking about Adrien…

“He must’ve been devastated,” she murmured. Marinette looked at her questioningly. “Adrien, I mean,” Alya clarified. “Having your father turn out to be a terrorist? I can’t even imagine.”

Marinette buried her face in her hands. “Not you TOO,” she said, her voice muffled.

Nino slowly started edging his way behind Marinette.

“What’s your problem with Adrien?” Alya asked. “Did he do something?”

Marinette glanced away. “Not… exactly… I just… I’m afraid that it might all be an act. That he might’ve been helping Hawkmoth secretly, and… and even if he wasn’t before, that he might just be biding his time, waiting until he figures out who Ladybug and Chat Noir and then BAM!” she slammed her fist down on her other hand. “He takes them out, steals all the Miraculous, frees his father and rules Paris FOREVER!”

Alya reached out towards Marinette tentatively. She collapsed into Alya’s arms.

Hugging her tightly, she sang a soft nonsense song, rubbing small circles in Marinette’s back.

She’d done this a few other times since she’d met Marinette, though she’d never thought she’d do it underneath these circumstances.

Whatever these circumstances actually were.

Did everyone have amnesia or…?

“Do you have any big memory gaps?” Alya asked once Marinette’s breathing had calmed down. “Especially from five years ago?”

Marinette shook her head.

She’d shelve that theory for now then. More likely it was…

“An alternate timeline, huh?” Alya said.

Marinette looked up at her questioningly.

“That’s what I think this is,” Alya explained. “I WAS thinking that maybe there’d been some sort of mass amnesia, but if you don’t have any memory gaps - and trust me girl, with how involved you were with Adrien, there WOULD be memory gaps - that seems unlikely. I’m betting this is some sort of alternate universe, one where Adrien never got to go to school.”

“I still don’t get why you think there’s something between me and Adrien!” Marinette said. “I mean sure, he’s pretty, but did I really fall for him just for that?”

Alya shook her head. “Actually, you hated him at first. Chloe’d been bragging about how he was her friend, and with that on top of you catching him trying to remove the gum Chloe’d planted on your seat and mistaking it for him PLANTING the gum… well… both of us just assumed he was a spoiled rich bully, just like Chloe. Luckily that turned out not to be the case.”

“How’d that misunderstanding get cleared up?” Marinette asked. “And how did your Marinette jump from that to crushing on him?”

Alya grinned. Marinette had ranted about this moment to her SO. MANY. TIMES.

“School let out later that day. It was raining and Marinette had forgotten her umbrella, so she hung back a moment, long enough for Adrien to approach her. At first she looked away from him, not wanting to acknowledge his greeting. But then he told you - told her I mean - that he hadn’t done it, promised that he’d just been trying to take it off with such sincerity that she had no choice but to believe it. He opened up to her, even though she’d been shunning him just moments ago. And finally he gave her his umbrella, just because he could. Because it was the kind thing to do. She’s been a goner ever since.”

The Marinette in her arms looked away. “I can see why she might have developed a crush on him. But I still dunno whether I trust him.”

“I don’t know whether I have anything that could convince you on that,” Alya admitted, “especially since this is probably a different timeline, and for all I know he could be evil here. Just make sure that you’re judging him on his own merits, okay? Not who he’s associated with. Not his fault he has so many crappy people in his life.”

“I’ll… take it under consideration,” Marinette said reluctantly.

Marinette looked from side to side. “Where’d Nino go?”

“Oh, he snuck back into the bakery several minutes ago.”

“WHAT?!”

---

Nino opened the door to the bakery, letting out a small sigh of relief. He really wanted to check in on his best friend, and judging by Marinette’s behavior, she wasn’t exactly keen on him or Alya chatting with Adrien.

Thinking back on what he’d just heard, he frowned.

He wished he could say that he’d never have suspected that Gabriel was Hawkmoth.

That he didn’t think Adrien’s old man could ever be capable of such evil.

But he knew better.

The guy threatened to withdraw Adrien from school and isolate him from everyone else at the drop of a hat, paid little attention to his son when he was at home, and was a very negative influence on his life in general. He might have been grieving, but… so was Adrien. He needed the only parent he had left.

And instead Gabriel had chosen to respond by becoming a supervillain and terrorizing Paris, endangering his own son in the process.

He really wished he’d gotten to hit Hawkmoth with his turtle shield more. At least he got to relish the smack he got in.

“You’re back!”

Nino looked towards the voice.

Adrien walked closer to him, a tentative grin on his face. “I didn’t think you’d return so soon!”

“I had to come back to talk to my best friend,” Nino said.

“Best friend?” Adrien asked, blank-faced.

Oh, right. According to Marinette, Adrien hadn’t joined their class. She hadn’t even met Adrien until recently.

Had some sort of memory-wiping akuma attacked? Wouldn’t have been the first time.

“Do you know who I am?” Nino asked, pointing at himself.

Adrien rubbed the back of his neck. “Uh… well I know you’re friends with the Ladyblogger and Marinette, and… sorry, that’s it.”

He looked really apologetic, like a dog who’d ripped up a bunch of toilet paper and acted guilty about it once caught.

Hm. If it had been a memory-erasing akuma, maybe he could jog Adrien’s memory…?

And even if it wasn’t, he wanted to let Adrien know that someplace, somewhere, people cared about him. If Marinette’s reaction to him was any indication, he’d need that reassurance. Being looked at with suspicion, having people run from you just because of who your dad was, thinking that you might’ve been involved in his crimes… he couldn’t imagine.

“You joined our class the day after Hawkmoth first attacked,” Nino told him, pulling out his phone.

Adrien shook his head, looking confused. “Uh… no? I wanted to, I REALLY wanted to go to school, but Father-”

He cut himself off, looking away.

“Marinette said the same thing,” Nino told him. “That you hadn’t enrolled in our class, that she’d only met you recently. I don't know what that’s about, whether everyone’s memories were wiped, or an akuma messed with the past, or what.”

Come on, come on, where was it- ah!

He clicked on a photo, one taken a few months ago, holding his phone up so his friend could get a better look.

Adrien squinted for a moment. His eyes widened. “That’s-!”

Nino nodded. “Our class photo. The official one, anyway.” He chuckled. “I liked our unofficial ones better.” Swiping to the side, he showed the new ones the class had taken at the park.

Adrien’s jaw dropped more with every new photo. He let out an involuntary bark of laughter at the one of himself, Nino, Kim, and Juleka posing. “I- I always wanted to mess around like that at photoshoots,” Adrien said. His voice trembled slightly. “But I wouldn’t be able to get away with it. And that’s mostly fun when you can share it with friends, at least share the picture, and I- I couldn’t. Chloe wouldn’t have appreciated it, and L-”

He cut himself off, shaking his head.

“Luka?” Nino asked.

He didn’t know why Adrien would know Luka and not anybody else, but he seemed the most likely option.

“Uh…” Adrien scratched the back of his neck, looking away.

Hm, he’d have to see if he had- ah!

“You played in Kitty Section too, with Luka, Rose, Ivan, and Juleka.” Nino explained, clicking on the video.

Adrien’s hands shook as Nino handed him the phone, watching the mini-concert.

“I- I was allowed to- I got to-” Adrien’s voice quavered.

“Not at first.” Nino grimaced, remembering how bummed Adrien had sounded when he called him. “Your old man said that Agrestes were soloists, and that we were all bad influences.”

“HE was the bad influence,” Adrien said. A current of anger, of venom ran through his voice that Nino had never heard before.

“Well I already knew that, even before finding out he was Hawkmoth,” Nino said, making a face. “Dude needed to chill out.”

Adrien snorted. “If he had any ‘chill’ he wouldn’t have decided that becoming a supervillain was the best way to heal my mother.”

Oh.

So THAT was why Gabriel had done it.

He’d just thought it was standard ‘I’m an asshole and want to rule the world while being a jackass to everyone in my life’ behavior.

(He still wasn’t going to rule out that being a factor.)

Nino put a hand on Adrien’s shoulder sympathetically. “At least he’s gone now and you’re free, right?”

“Right,” Adrien said. He didn’t meet Nino’s eyes.

“Not you TOO,” Marinette had said, burying her face in her hands.

As if she found it exasperating that Alya sympathized with Adrien. As if she had expected differently.

Those worries she’d voiced as Nino had been tiptoeing away, about Adrien helping Hawkmoth, about him lying in wait, biding his time… Marinette probably wasn’t the only one to have that concern. And with Adrien’s face being as well-known as it was...

“You AREN’T free, are you?” Nino asked, eyes wide.

Adrien sighed. “I was as surprised as everyone else when I found out who Hawkmoth was. That someone who’s caused that much harm, that much trauma to this city, lived in my own house.” He clenched his fists, digging into his jean’s fabric. “I could barely believe it… no… I didn’t WANT to believe it.”

He took a deep breath, steadying himself. “I- I only remember snippets from right after his arrest. The police chief talking to me. Riding back to the station. It’s all a blur. Everything felt like I was processing it underwater. It was all so blurry and muffled. Even- even then, though, I could feel everyone’s accusing stares.” “I understand why, don’t get me wrong,” he cut in hurriedly. “Who wouldn’t be suspicious of the son of the terrorist who’s been making everyone’s life miserable for the past four years?” Adrien almost panted with exertion, his eyes wild. “And- and it was happening in my own house! Underneath my nose! I should have KNOWN! I could’ve stopped this!”

Reaching out, Nino pulled his friend into a hug.

Adrien stiffened for a moment, before melting into his embrace.

“It’s his fault, not yours,” Nino murmured. “Remember that, dude. He was the adult. He was your parent. Your ONLY remaining parent. I’ve met the guy. And I’ve heard you talk about what he’s like. If you had investigated more?” Nino shuddered, thinking about the disproportionate punishments the bastard had enacted. “And knowing he was HAWKMOTH on top of that? I’m kinda glad you didn’t. Yeah, maybe you could’ve ended things sooner. Or maybe he would’ve hurt you more before you had the chance. I’m just glad you survived.”

“I-” Adrien’s throat sounded tight. “I’m- I’m glad I survived too.”

They stood there for a moment, Nino feeling Adrien’s breath go in-and-out, his heartbeat racing, until it gradually started to slow.

*ring ring*

Adrien and Nino broke up their hug just as Marinette burst through the door, Alya on her heels. She skidded to a halt in front of Adrien - but not quite in time, sending her careening towards the floor.

She never made contact.

“Woah!” Adrien shouted, catching her in his arms.

Nino detected a hint of pink to Marinette’s cheeks before she abruptly sprang to her feet.

“So, uh,” Marinette said awkwardly. “I’m guessing Nino talked to you about some stuff. I mean, of course he talked to you about stuff, because that’s what talking is about. What- what I mean is, what were you two talking about?”

“I wanted to show him how much we care about him,” Nino told her. “Especially since with this… amnesia?”

“I think it’s an alternate timeline,” Alya said.

“Especially since in this timeline,” Nino continued, “it really doesn’t seem like he had anyone.”

“I had a couple other friends,” Adrien told him quietly, giving a melancholic smile. “But I lost contact with them right after Hawkmoth’s defeat.”

Noticing Nino’s frown, he hastily added, “they didn’t abandon me or anything! They were online friends. One moved somewhere without internet reception, and the other... we never knew each other’s names. But we talked all the time. We chatted, laughed, defeated villains together…”

“In the video games we played, of course!” he added after a moment. He chuckled fondly. “We played as a team. Together, we were unstoppable, no matter what our opponent threw at us.”

Adrien swallowed. “But in the aftermath of Hawkmoth’s defeat, with all the turmoil, with everything that happened… I lost my means of contacting her. I- I don’t know whether I’ll ever get to see her again.”

“We’d promised to meet up after Hawkmoth’s defeat,” Adrien said. His voice cracked. “That- that once it was safer in Paris, we’d finally tell our names.”

His eyes dropped to the ground. “Instead, we lost each other. Maybe for good.”

“I know what that’s like,” Marinette said. She sounded strangely distant. “I had a friend like that too. I cared about him. A lot. Maybe… maybe even as more than a friend.” She said the last part haltingly, as if she’d only just admitted it to herself. “He- he wanted to know who I was. For me to know who he was. But- but I couldn’t do that. Not in Hawkmoth’s Paris. I already cared for him so much it ached. If I was closer to him than that- if I’d accepted his rose- I’m- I’m afraid Hawkmoth might’ve used the strength of those feelings against me. That I could’ve gotten akumatized, or he might’ve, and if we knew who each other was, knew WHERE the other one was… I just… I couldn’t accept that we might be sent to hurt each other.”

“We talked while the final battle was raging,” she continued. “He seemed really upset, more angry than I’ve ever seen him before, but… also kind of sad. I wanted to know what was wrong, but there wasn’t really time to press him. And after that battle he just… disappeared. I knew there was going to be some sort of disruption, but- but I’d thought we’d have more time to talk beforehand, that we’d be able to exchange new contact information. We were cut off before we had the chance.”

“I- I think of him every day,” she said quietly. “Wondering how he’s doing. He was always so positive, no matter what life threw at us. I hope that wherever he is, whatever he’s doing, he hasn’t lost that positivity, that optimism, the ability to see the best in the world and in others.”

“I’m sure he’d be happy to know you cared for him so much,” Adrien said, giving her a warm smile.

Marinette blinked, giving herself a small shake. She turned to Alya. “I dunno whether you’ll remember any of this after the Ladybug in your time restores anything, but on the off-chance you do, is there anything you need to know?”

“Oh!” Alya pulled up some footage. “You told me who Hawkmoth was, but what about Mayura?”

“Mayura?”

“Who?”

Alya snapped her fingers. “You know, the Peacock Miraculous wielder, the one summoning the sentimonsters! Did she not exist in this universe?”

She pulled up part of the fight against Mayura, the sentimonster Ladybug, and Hawkmoth.

The video ended, she took another glance at Marinette and Adrien.

Marinette seemed to be in shock, staring straight ahead.

Adrien frowned, thinking. “I’d wondered for a long time how Father managed to hide his supervillain activities from Nathalie, considering she was around him most of the time. I thought maybe she was just really good at never asking questions.”

He grimaced. “Looking at that? I’m betting she didn’t ask questions because she already knew the answers.”

“You think Mayura’s Nathalie?” Alya questioned.

He nodded. “Unless something’s different in your universe. My father doesn’t have a lot of associates, and the way he acted around Mayura there, how he was willing to pass up a chance to fight Ladybug for her Miraculous in exchange for catching her… the only people I can think of who he’d do that for are my mother and Nathalie, and mom…” he trailed off.

“I- I didn’t even think about that,” Marinette said guiltily. “I remember reading something about Gabriel having a secretary, but I didn’t think about her much beyond that.”

“Maybe you could ask this universe’s Alya to post something on the Ladyblog, telling Ladybug and Chat Noir she has a lead on who Mayura is?” Alya said. “I mean, I know they haven’t shown up in ages, but maybe that’s just because they haven’t had reason to.”

Marinette winced. “I… really don’t think that’s it… plus Ladybug and Chat Noir never said that someone was helping Hawkmoth. Mayura never appeared, at least in public. I don’t know what we can do about this right now, especially without proof. Maybe if Ladybug and Chat Noir appeared, but…”

She sounded doubtful. Alya was beginning to think that the final battle was even worse than Marinette had alluded to.

She hesitated a moment, before turning to Adrien. “I- I think I owe you an apology. I thought you might’ve been helping Hawkmoth, but… well… I was just judging you by who your dad was. You’ve been nothing but sweet and kind.”

Adrien smiled at her, though it was slightly strained. “It’s fine. I’m used to it. A lot of people in this city have suffered at Hawkmoth’s hands. I don’t blame them for being scared, or angry at any reminders of him.”

“That doesn’t make it RIGHT,” Marinette said heatedly.

Nino nodded. “Dude just because something’s done to you it doesn’t mean it’s justified, or that it shouldn’t be made better. Like with your old man forbidding parties. I didn’t let that stop me from bribing your bodyguard into letting me and the other guys throw a party at your place for you!”

He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “It kinda escalated though. I think half the guys at Paris were partying in your room by the end!”

Alya gave Nino a sideways look. “And ONLY the guys because they ditched us girls while we were planting trees with a lame excuse. Seriously if you’d said you wanted to throw a party for Adrien while his dad was away, you could’ve just told us!”

Nino winced. “Yeah, my bad. At least we got to have fun there for a while before the akuma attack.”

“Akuma attack?” Adrien asked, eyes wide. “But I thought you said Father was gone!”

“He was- OOOOOOOH.”

“Yeeaaaah I don’t think he was actually gone,” Alya said. “You threw a ‘secret’ party in Hawkmoth’s house, WHILE he was still at home.”

Adrien gaped at Nino. “How’re you not DEAD?!”

Nino chuckled. “Lucky I guess?”

*twinkle twinkle*

A familiar red mass flew towards Alya and Nino.

Adrien’s eyes widened.

“Behind the portrait!” he blurted out, just as the two of them were enveloped by the ladybugs, spiriting them off to whence they came.

It was silent for a moment.

“Do you think they heard?” Adrien asked Marinette.

“I hope so,” she said, looking off in the direction the ladybugs flew.

She turned to him. “I was planning on setting up some hang out time with Alya and Nino later this week. If you’re not busy… would you like to join?”

His smile told her everything she needed to know.

#bakery enemies au #ml fanfic #miraculous ladybug #adrien agreste #alya cesaire #nino lahiffe #marinette dupain cheng #buggachat

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Hey dear! I hope that you have a good time! I want to make a request, but please delete it if you don't feel like doing it.

I saved that request in the notes and been waiting for you to open them 😊

For request

First fight with brother (any of your choice) and one of them (I mean MC or that brother) thinks that it's end of relationship (because never had anything serious), but they reconciled in the end. I want some heavy angst with happy ending. MC can be GN if that is OK.

If you don't mind you can do for Mammon, but feel free to choose another one if you don't feel like write for him. Or if that would be better to write as headcanons for all the brothers. That's up to you!

I haven't been doing requests for ages. Please don't hate me if there is something wrong! I've read the rules, and I hope I haven't missed anything.

Anyway, sorry for long ask. And thank you for your writings!

(I forgot to look if you did anything similar, and remembered it at the end of writing that ask. Sorry if you already did something like that!)

Hey babes ❤ I did end up doing HCs for all of them because I thought it would be cooler (or more like I know someone is gonna request separate fics for all of them if I dont and I'm saving myself that trouble lol) I still hope you like it ! ❤ also this got SUPER LONG so its under a cut

Warning: angst -> happy ending-ish

THE BROTHERS in a fight with MC and thinking that they’re over (yikes)

Lucifer:

Everyone always says Lucifer is quick to lose his cool but he’s honestly been nothing but patient with you. He may have hinted at several things he doesn’t condone and he definitely has that ‘look’, you know the disappointed dad look, but he has held back a lot so as to not ruin the beautiful relationship you have with him. Everyone snaps, though, and when he finally did, it was ugly. He did NOT call you names, but oh he didn’t. He went straight for your feelings and pointed out every mistake you ever made for as long as he’s known you. Ouch. In his defense, you weren’t nice either. The argument ended nasty and ‘I hate you’s!’ were definitely thrown around, but none of them were meant, right? Goodness, he doesn’t know. After you left, he threw himself on his bed, literally, and just stared at the ceiling. His anger slowly fled away and he began to feel… guilty. Not necessarily because of the argument itself, but because he delivered some low blows and he knows that. Are you over? Done with him? You haven’t texted or called or talked… you’ve been actively avoiding him and he doesn’t like that, but his pride is such an issue, goodness. He can’t straight up apologize, that dickhead, but he’s sending you flowers and standing in front of your door with a sad face that says it all.

“Forgive me? I made reservations at your favorite’s? We can talk over a nice dinner?”

Mammon:

Mammon is known to get mildly agitated over the silliest things, let’s be real. He’s also quick to revert to the “are you dumb?!” argument, which is never effective. But he loves you and he would do anything for you so even if you do do something that he deems ‘dumb’, he usually bites his tongue. Doesn’t mean that doesn’t get on his nerves, though, and he definitely has a short temper, although people tend to overlook that. You just managed to push his buttons today and he used the “are ya stupid?!” argument, to which you obviously defended yourself, and rightfully so. This ended in a massive screaming match and him saying “Then leave! Ain’t nobody keepin’ ya with me!” He regretted it the minute those words left his mouth and you could see his eyes grow wide in shock at his own words, but that didn’t mean you stayed. “MC!” he tried running after you immediately but you were faster and honestly, who can blame you? He fucked up, and he knows it, and he feels terrible about it. Honestly, he’s crying just at the mere thought of you taking his words seriously and he can’t… he can’t bear to lose you, you know? What’s he gonna do? You’re the light of his life, as pathetic as that may sound to some…. So he won’t let you run away. Homie will hunt you down and beg for forgiveness.

“Please, MC! Forgive me! I’m dumb, not you!!! Don’t leave me…” Don’t leave him. He will continue crying.

Leviathan:

His constant need to put himself down is frankly, quite annoying. To you anyway. But you put up with it and just reassure him that, at least to you, he’s the most amazing demon that ever existed. It’s just facts. But a person only has so much patience, right? You can’t always spend your days trying to lift him up when all he does is dig himself a bigger hole. Who has the emotional time for that? You sure don’t. “Oh my God, Levi! Shut up! I can’t take it anymore!” Followed by “See! You’re just like everyone else! Leaving me!” and then you slamming the door to his room shut. It’s frustrating and understandably so. It makes you feel awful that you can’t even make your own boyfriend feel good about himself and get at least a little bit of self confidence and it’s so, so, so very draining to have to constantly listen to that. At this point, it’s affecting your own mental health and you just… you just can’t…. But Levi can’t lose you because he knows you’re right. He has to work on himself if he wants to keep someone as amazing as you with him and that’s why he’s crawling back to you now.

“Look I… I know you’re right… I’m sorry. I promise I’ll … I’ll try. For you.”

Satan:

For being the Avatar of Wrath, you always admired Satan for his ability to keep cool. He prefers the relaxed and easy going life much more than the type of life people expect him to live, and you respect that. That doesn’t mean his constant need to one up Lucifer, through whatever means necessary, didn’t bother the hell out of you, though. You tried talking to him about it once or twice in a calm manner, but you always got the same answer “Pfft.. it’s Lucifer. Who cares?” And it never sat right with you. Just today he decided to pull a prank on the eldest and you had enough, standing in front of Lucifer and letting the bucket of cursed green slime land on you instead, to everyone’s shock. “What are you doing?!” Now that you’re thoroughly green from head to toe, you were also beyond pissed. “What am I doing?! What are YOU doing?!” But Satan matched your anger tenfold, accusing you of favoring Lucifer over him and oh! “You probably got an affair with him, too!” Which was a stupid thing on his part, but it looked like it the way you defended him. Anger doesn’t even begin to describe the emotion you felt running through you and had it not been for Lucifer, you probably would’ve physically fought Satan for such a dumb accusation. Lucifer took you to get cleaned up and lifted the course, giving you your natural skin and hair color back within a few days and plenty of scrubbing, and Satan felt like shit. You’ve always been there for him and, rationally speaking, he didn’t have a reason to doubt your loyalty to him, but he just can’t help but feel insecure beside Lucifer…. He decides to come apologize anyway, a deep blush on his face and guilt in his eyes

“I’m… sorry for accusing you. It wasn’t my right to speak out of anger and jealousy…”

Asmodeus:

How can anyone fight with the Avatar of Lust? Seriously, the guy is super easy going and he loves pretty much everyone. Not as much as himself, but almost. You on the other hand… you didn’t. Well you didn’t NOT love him or yourself, but you were just… you. You didn’t spend 4+ hours in the bathroom trying to get ready when you knew you were only going to the kitchen down the stairs. Like?? Although you never brought it up to Asmodeus, he constantly bothered you about skincare and what foods to eat and what not to eat, etc… It’s quite annoying, honestly, and at some point you just gave him a passive aggressive “Okay, whatever. Can we move on now?” To which he didn’t take lightly. He was still nice and sweet, trying to convince you that at least one of these things will make your skin glow brighter than a unicorn’s ass but you just had enough. “Can you stop?! You’re indirectly saying I’m ugly without that shit ton of product in my face and a diet that would make me starve before it helped me! If you want a skinny VS angel that barely holds onto their skeleton, get one!” It was more hurt and frustration speaking than anything, but your outburst still shocked him and he was taken aback for a moment. And then you ignored him for a week straight and as someone who thrives off of attention, especially the kind he gets from you, he can’t handle that! So he showed up in your room in sweats and a tshirt and messy hair and no product on his skin.

“You’re right… we’re all naturally beautiful…. Wow that… that really hurts to say MC but can you forgive me?”

Beelzebub:

Oh the sweet, sweet angel. He’s far from innocent and you know that. We all know that. But for this story, I will give him the benefit of the doubt. His reliance on Belphegor is just really… annoying. Belphegor this, Belphegor that. “Belphie used to…” or “Belphie said….” or “one day when Belphie and I….” Like why does everything have to include his twin? It’s so annoying and so rude when your significant other is right here !!! and planning their own future with you, Beel, thanks. It makes you feel less than and like Belphegor will always come before you. It makes you feel like shit, quite frankly, and who is to blame you? “Hey MC did I tell you what Belphie---!” “No! Shut up! I don’t care! It’s always about Belphie! The day you come to me and don’t let that name drip from your tongue is the day Jesus comes back to save me and we both know that will be never! I’m tired of always being stuck with Belphegor! We are not equals!” Granted, you shouldn’t have yelled and Beel was more than confused at your outburst, but you wouldn’t talk to him anymore after that so he left you alone. He thought you may need an hour or two, maybe a day tops, but that day turned into a full week and he even lost his appetite just because he knows you’re angry with him. It’s been a week, does that mean you’re over? His heart aches just at the thought…

“I’m sorry for bringing Belphie up… I don’t want you to feel less than, MC. You mean a lot to me and so does Belphie, but you’re not Belphie and I need to learn that…”

Belphegor:

Honestly it’s a miracle he hasn’t lost his temper at you yet. Well, he partially blames it on his own laziness because if being angry or getting upset didn’t take so much energy out of him, maybe he would’ve snapped by now lol, but he tries really hard not to because he thinks your relationship with him after everything is pretty good, considering yall kiss and snuggle and fuck on a regular basis. But anyway, that’s exactly the issue. Considering everything, you’re still holding *that* against him. It’s never direct either, which makes it worse. It’s always said in a joking manner and something like “haha look it’s just like that one time you killed me” or “Beel’s grabbing that ham like you grabbed my throat” or “I remember seeing jesus for a moment there” and it agitates him. It makes him so angry, and he finally snapped. “I know I fucked up MC! Stop holding it against me! What do you want? A medal of honor? A survivor's certificate? Maybe a pat on the back for developing some sort of Stockholm syndrome that made you come back to your abuser?!” And then he left. And you may have cried both from confusion and your own anger, he isn’t quite sure. It’s just so…. Aggravating. He can’t deal with it. He knows it was a mistake spurted by his own insecurities and survivor’s guilt which ultimately led to his hatred but please, stop holding it against him.. He can’t keep putting up with it from the person he’s grown to love. He’s the one ignoring you and he won’t budge either because he’s a stubborn ass, but maybe if you come up first…

“I’m sorry for yelling at you… I’m just so tired for it being held against me… I love you, and you should know that, and I do feel guilty about what happened.”

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me headcanons #obey me scenarios #cheys headcanons #asmodeus obey me #belphegor obey me #mammon obey me #obey me lucifer #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me beelzebub #tw angst

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bnhamixjuice-sfw · 3 years

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ANON REQUEST: Hawks, Dabi and Aizawa: spot an ex he had a bad break up with, he sees her walking around struggling to hold on to a bag of groceries while pushing a stroller with a toddler in it that looks awful lot like them, and the he awkwardly confronts them when the bag falls out of her hands.

Tags: Manga Spoiler, Mention of cheating, Angst to Fluff.

Hawks

“I’m so sorry Dove, I didn’t mean to–”

“Didn’t mean what? to deny that I’m your girlfriend in front of the media ‘cause you had a job agreement with the commission not to reveal me! okay Keigo you’re doing this for what reason exactly? Hero Reputation? More women you can use to cheat behind my back again and expect me to forgive you? I–I don’t want this kind of life anymore!”, you wailed in pure anguish roughly wriggling your wrist away from his firm clutch.

He felt suffocated when he needed to let you go for all the things that he did to hurt you, holding back the urge to chase you outside when you frantically closed the door, not looking back anymore on him. Leaving the top pro hero falling on his knees, lonely between these four walls of his house.

After all this time he can’t forget you, longing to see your face everywhere he goes even on pro hero awarding events or his usual patrol work with Endeavor looking for you through the crowds, praying to see your smile again that he misses the most.

His life was crumbling apart without you, but luck was on his side today when he spotted you not too far from where he was signing autographs for his fans while stealing some glances. As always, you’re still beautiful standing there.

Trying to fix your grocery bags while clasping the baby-carriage’s handle. He hesitated at first to approach you thinking you’re probably waiting for your husband to pick you up and your child. And that’s when a tuft of yellow hair popped out.

“Mommy look it’s Hawks, Awtoglaph pweasee awtoglapph”, his excited pleas reached Hawks’ ears. pointing his fingers towards your ex-boyfriend who waved a hand on both of you.

Soon red feathers clumped together on the ground, preventing your bag to fall.

“Wow what do we have here, a kid full of energy today, so where do you want me to sign your autograph?”, stooping down beaming a smile with his eyes crinkling behind his yellow visor making your child gasp in awe.

He knew instantly that his suspicion was right seemingly looking at his own reflection with those golden honey orbs and black lines on those eyelids and small bump protruding behind the kid’s shirt, red feathers similar to his, messily cramped inside.

“Ke–Hawks here… ”, almost calling out his first name when you handed him a notebook and a pen.

Slightly feeling his gloved hand against your palm.

“Hawks look I hab wings too–”

“Honey we need to go home now or else you’ll miss your favorite show again, now say bye bye to Mr. Hawks”, you interrupted, sneaking a warning glare on him not to tell him anything before gently freeing your child’s wings out from his shirt’s makeshift holes.

“Little fledgling I guess your wings were moulting, so did your Daddy tell you about it”

“Hab no Dawdy but Oh you see… Mommy Lov’ Dawdy so much that she booboo cries” you were shock-stricken softly hushing your child out of embarassment.

“Well kid make sure to tell your Mommy not to cry okay cause Daddy loves her so much, yes don’t forget to tell that to her every day I–”, he stammered with his voice started cracking, overwhelming him with emotions too easily, swallowing the lump forming on his throat.

“Your father loves you too kid trust me, and surely there’s not a single day he’s not thinking of your Mommy, his only Dove–Ah I think I’m taking too much of your time Miss I-I’m so sorry”, halting it immediately, muffling a few sniffles before finally signing his signature.

Your heart began thumping so loud, not expecting him shamelessly grabbing your hand, burying you into a warm embrace in public.

“Wait Keigo stop this, everyone’s taking so many pictures of you”

“No I don’t care anymore, listen Dove I’m so sorry and I still love you, come back to me please I promise I won’t hurt you again, I’ll do better this time just let me make up for it, and for our son”

You can’t blame yourself for giving in, accepting him wholeheartedly knowing this is what you promised to him once.

To never let your future child experience the same heartache he suffered from his past.

Dabi

He regret those cruel words that came out from his mouth the first time he was too fed up of your constant admonishment of putting a rest on his revenge against his family forever since you cannot bear to see him exhausting his body anymore, starting this heated discourse again between you.

“You always bring this up y/n every single day and it’s too annoying already, why are you siding on Enji too much Babydoll… come on just say it you really want us to have a perfect family, so cool to have a child with this debilitating quirk too right?”

Sucking your inner lips anxiously avoiding to tell him something about that last one, you felt his grip on your sholders constricting furiously waiting for you to answer him back, but your tears spilling from those precious eyes made his stomach churn in guilt realizing what he had done when you began screaming on his face that everything’s over, shoving him away and locking the door of your house shut.

He knew how much of a dick he was, the worst break up that’s been haunting him everyday with your terrified face forever etched on his mind

It’s been a long time since the last time he saw you after you moved from your old house and he cannot find you everywhere until today.

He saw you pushing a stroller on the side of the road and having a hard time balancing the bag of groceries on your other hand.

Perhaps you found someone better than him and additionally having a child; a normal child considering he’s not the father. that’s what he thought until something caught his attention.

Squinting his eyes, he was slack-jawed to find a familiar cerulean orbs and red hair on that young boy giddily calling you Mommy.

He took this rare chance of talking to you again by catching your bag of groceries that you clumsily dropped, your eyes met recognizing your ex-boyfriend instantly when he removed his mask. piercing eyes gazing down below observing your child’s similar features.

“Babydoll why didn’t you tell me about him, our son?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about Dabi and refrain from calling me that nickname anymore, also stay away from MY son before I call the police”

You breathed heavily snatching back your grocery bag from his grasp, clutching the stroller’s handle in pure anger.

“Daddy you meanie, go home”, tugging his pants with those tiny hands.

It hurts you to see your own child begging for his father to go home, when you can’t even tell him how you often show his own picture to your child that’s why he recognized his own father easily, keeping him close to his heart and memory forever.

You can’t hate your only child’s father.

He was expecting him to cry on his intimidating face when he bent his knees down to look at his child closely, ignoring your earlier threat by patting his son’s head seemingly accepting this foreign fatherly instinct.

“Kid look I’m obviously a bad guy, I don’t want you to get in trouble so maybe next time when your Mommy allows me, don’t worry I’ll probably see you again next time pepperoni haired kid”, chuckling when he saw his son’s childish pout, letting him pinch his stapled cheeks annoyed at his nickname.

“Y/n this is goodbye then”, flashing you that thin smile noticing his lips quivering a bit as he stood.

Shoving both of his hands inside his pockets before turning around to walk slowly away from both of you ignoring your child’s tantrum cries calling for him to go back.

“Ssh… sweetie don’t cry okay–Wait Touya!”

He stopped on his tracks when you yelled his real name again, like how you used to call him that before out of endearment.

“We’re going to stay here from now on so same address, the usual okay knock thrice and use our anniversary day on pressing the doorbell and don’t forget our password, listen I’m doing this for our child only so you better show up tonight or I won’t ever give you a chance”

He disappeared quickly after that, and tonight he never failed to show up incessantly ringing the doorbell many times even greeting you that typical password; a kiss.

A yearning kiss, hands intertwining the moment you opened your heart once again.

Aizawa

“Shouta you keep missing my calls these past few weeks when I needed you the most, you barely have enough time to visit me when I was sick the whole week and now you’re late, fine I don’t wanna hear your excuses anymore”

Those bitter words pierced him like thorns, seeing you slip out that engagement ring from your finger and placing it on a table whispering those bitter words he doesn’t want to hear from you.

“It’s better if we end this relationship now before we regret something, I–I can’t imagine my future being married with you or even having a child with you who pathetically seek for time and attention from his workaholic father, sorry Shouta”, you covered your mouth trying to bite back your tongue from spilling about your unborn child.

Running outside the restaurant leaving him heartbroken that he can’t further speak out his words anymore because everything that you just told him was painfully true.

He doesn’t deserve you, blaming himself for not appreciating you enough despite of your effort of enduring the hardships of having a pro hero fiance who often risk his life for his students. A man who can’t even spend a time to take care of you.

Nevertheless, he wanted to mend back those strings that binds you to his heart, always pouring out his loneliness on visiting that Cat Cafe on his day off every week reminding him of memories you two share.

You often take him there to spend a date knowing he’s fond of cats and snapping lots of photos of him every time he ends up sleeping on the corner with cats huddling close to his face nearly suffocating him.

Keeping your engagement ring to him all the time was the only thing that calms him down whenever he’s in dire situation on his job, thinking how much he wish to meet you here again.

Unbelievably seeing you again one time, rubbing his weary eyes once and twice to know if it’s truly you. Indeed, he can’t forget that familiar caring smile of his beloved, finding you outside the cat cafe currently having a problem of organizing your bag of groceries.

“Mawmmy, neko pweasee I wanna touch it!”, your daughter began whinning clapping his hands to get your attention.

He can’t believe his own eyes when your child resembles him too much with that obsidian dull eyes and sleek black hair minus for that pigtail hairstyle but that scowl seems a carbon copy of his own.

“Wait Baby I–”

“I think you need help Y/n”

You were flabbergasted to find your ex-fiance taking a hold of your bag of groceries with his whip that was about to hit the ground and voluntarily offering his Neko tote bag for you which you persuaded him not to.

“Mawmmy pwease I want that too, Neko”, her tiny hands reaching out determined to get it no matter what.

“Baby no–”

“Well your daughter love cats so much, you can give this to her, please just a friendly gift”, taking out something from his pocket leaning down a bit to his side to rummage on that keychain, letting you see his necklace around his neck with that old engagement ring of yours dangling.

“Found it, here kid I’m not sure if you’ll like this”

“Aww Mawmmy have that too um…right Mawmmy, so no thanks Mister”

There’s no way you were married that’s what Shouta suspected when he saw you not wearing any ring, and obviously that cat keychain was closely similar to his anniversary keychain that you two bought for each other.

“Y/n I can drive you two back to your house if its okay–”

“Mawmmy please say yes”

You sighed in defeat not having a choice in the first place and also giving freedom to your child to spend time with her father who doesn’t know about this.

His car was still the same, sitting beside him and your child now sleeping behind after getting so tired ogling on his car’s cat accesories.

You chuckled upon seeing your daughter’s face on the mirror messily drooling, leaning slightly on your side to wipe the corner of her mouth.

“Darling is she our daughter”

“Eyes on the road Shouta, and yes so what will you do about it. Do you expect me to ask for any financial support from you oh maybe spending your precious time for our daughter that I can’t even get from you years ago”, you sarcastically uttered, stabbing him rudely with those truthful words he was unprepared to hear from you.

“I understand if you’re still mad at me y/n, but I just want you to let you know that I want to set things right first before asking you to forgive me. Because I don’t want to miss this opportunity again to tell you how much I wanted to talk to you or maybe to see you in your white wedding dress”

You can’t resist how determined he was to get close to you again, feeling his hand slowly making its way on you.

Giving back that engagement ring to whom it truly belongs, and that was you, a dream he wanted to come true despite it being too impossible.

Turning your head away to wipe your own tears, proposing for the second time that you have been waiting to hear from him all along.

“She’s your daughter Shouta and don’t you dare make her cry of I’ll scratch your face harder than what your cat does”

“That’s too kind of you, I mean my cat misses your deadly belly rub too, you named him Mr. Pickles right, well I’m sure he’d be thrilled to see his Mom again and his new sibling soon”,

You both exchanged soft giggling catching up on one another by starting the conversation about your lives and so on and so forth, and apparently your child was eavesdropping on both of you.

Your daughter muffled a “Pro hero mission success” after accomplishing her goal, peeking a bit to see you wearing that shiny ring.

She knew it the first time she saw that stranger recognizing him from one of the picture you often place under your pillow, her daddy.

Well she did inherit Shouta’s intellectual skills after all.

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hello hello, i see your requests are open now and can i request izana, wakasa, chifuyu and kazutora with an akutagawa!s/o? hope you have a great day/noon/night! ✨🤗

hi anon! sure! I will try my best with izana and wakasa since there's not tons to work with personality wise so forgive me if theirs are a little shorter heh. im gonna include a little blurb from the bsd fandom wiki for anyone not familiar with his character! I like these kinds of headcanon requests so if anyone wants to see more please feel free to request!

"Akutagawa has a black and white "survival of the fittest" view of the world, claiming that weak people should die and give way to the stronger ones. He is not afraid of pain and defeat His ruthless, vicious nature makes him one of the Port Mafia's most dangerous members, feared by both ally and foe. As violent as he is, Akutagawa maintains a generally composed and detached approach. Towards subordinates and superiors alike, he acts aloof, distancing himself from social interactions however possible. Nonetheless, his composure is fragile. Akutagawa is quick to lash out, ridiculing him for risking the bounty by acting recklessly. This quick temper often gets in his way, fuelling his actions to the core of his very being."

SUMMARY: izana, wakasa, chifuyu, && kazutora with an akutagawa!so

CW: hints of toxicity and violence, mentions of sex but not really all that nsfw-ish so otherwise not much else!

IZANA

- this is an interesting one because from what we know about izana, he is very similar in personality to akutagawa in terms of ruthlessness that stems from childhood trauma and isolation.

- in the case of a s/o with this personality, I think it would be a troubling relationship. lots of bitter fights fuelled by nothing but an inability to express vulnerability, while leaving both of you torn up inside and begging for someone to nurture the trauma and allow space for emotions.

- that being said, with toxicity and trauma also comes intense passion and desire. this relationship brings a lot of fire both in the bedroom and outside of the bedroom, with simple arguments often spawning into intense desperate (and lengthy might I add) sex. like, intense. it's almost like sex is the only safe outlet of these pent up emotions, providing a sort of comfort and also distraction for both parties.

- however as I said in general, this is definitely a toxic relationship. one where neither can help the other when it comes to growth and improvement on a personal level. it's unhealthy and enabling, but for a short lived fling it is hot as fuck im not even gonna lie. lots of hate sex too.

WAKASA

- so wakasa is another interesting one alongside izana given the lack of information and content we have about his character so please excuse the slight kc fanon version I have in my head of wakasa lol

- wakasa has a "don't fuck with me because I do not fucking care" type of vibe to him. I definitely think he's the type to completely disengage from the type of behaviours an akutagawa-type s/o might display. this leads to sort of a sense of competitiveness in trying to get some kind of reaction from him, and it has the potential (much like izana) to become toxic in nature

- any attempts to get under his skin are failed attempts, and the way he looks at you with that half bored expression is something that only triggers more of a somewhat emotional response from you.

- with that being said, my fanon version of wakasa is someone who while cold and aloof, is also quite a rational person. he's been typed by the fandom as INTJ which is quite a quick thinker, and I think he probably (despite not showing it very well) has a soft spot for you. but your passion and intensity (as well as your easily triggered dynamic) keeps him from completely being able to express this care in any way other than not engaging with your antics

- as much as there are some similarities with the type of toxicity in this relationship with both wakasa and izana, the intense passion isn't quite the same as it is with izana. instead, feelings of passion are more to the point and driven by pure instinct and desire rather than toxic passion. wakasa seeming like a very literal person, is actually quite mysterious deep down and has a lot (I mean a lot) of hidden desires and kinks that begin to emerge with time. it's rarely a conversation, and more often just something that happens that surprises you. you just have to go with the flow here, and let him take the reigns for once. it might actually be a good opportunity to allow for vulnerability to take the spotlight for once, which is something wakasa is surprisingly in tune with and quite to the point about.

CHIFUYU

- this is something much healthier than the last two. chifuyu, being an enfp is someone that's able to handle this level of intensity in a person while still being able to understand what's really going on.

- call him the trauma counsellor king. he values each and every response to a trigger that you might have. he notices patterns, he makes mental notes of things, and he does this all without making it seem like he's analyzing.

- to be honest he actually loves the spunk you bring on a day to day level. even though most of the time it's driven by bitterness or hate (not always towards him just in general) he is still able to see beyond that and appreciate you for what you are.

- with that being said, chifuyu will not stand for any toxic behaviour towards him. no sir he will not. threats and pushes for fights wont be tolerated, and he will either disengage or try to expose your vulnerabilities in an attempt at forced submission. this can be hard to get used to, especially with having a personality characterized by the inability to accept being vulnerable. but with time chifuyu is one to create a safe space for you to allow yourself to feel emotions beyond anger and resentment, and he encourages this.

- because of this very feelings based approach, intimacy with chifuyu is just that: intimate. he's extremely loving and doting, hoping that his sweetness can rub off on you a little bit. however he's also very accepting of your need for power over him (especially during sex) and will absolutely submit to your needs in order to please you.

- he really likes to put you in a place of pleasure though, so however that may come to you chifuyu is the one to deliver it.

KAZUTORA

- oh boy. this one is a doozy. listen. if we're talking about timeskip kazutora (as is the case with all characters i write about but I feel it especially important to remind ppl of here given his history), we're talking about someone who is quite literally walking on eggshells in terms of his trauma and emotional vulnerability.

- he's pretty good at being emotionally aware of his needs and struggles as well as the needs and struggles of those around him, but that doesn't mean that he's entirely healed or capable of managing toxicity or his triggers. he still slips up from time to time especially when things get hard, and sometimes finds himself falling into his old patterns. after all, he's only human. but this is where things could get messy in a relationship.

- for the most part, like I said, he's pretty good. so let's focus on that part first since I want to give him credit where it's due. he is very desperate for love and dedicated to providing something to his partner. in this case, he will seek to tap into his emotional vulnerability to provide some sort of comfort for you. he wants to see you happy, and calm, because he sees so much of his old self in you that it gets to him sometimes. but at the same time, he struggles with your relentlessness and can become emotionally drained when things get tough. he'll beat himself up for not being good enough to help you, and this is when he'll isolate and fall into old patterns.

- however, akutagawa's personality type isn't all bad. with a s/o like akutagawa, comes an immense amount of protection and loyalty for their loved ones no matter how tough things might be. in this case it might be hard to communicate this, but there will be times when it's needed in order for kazutora to restrain from old habits and ways of dealing with hardships. but he wants to share his healing with you, he wants you to be happy, and more than anything he understands the struggle of wanting to be happy and healthy but being afraid of losing the one thing that makes you you: your attitude and relentlessness. nobody understands this better than kazutora, which is why things between you can get frustrating and very personal for him.

- much like chifuyu, sex is driven towards pleasing you and only you. chifuyu leans more into switch territory however, while kazutora is 100% submissive. in this case it works out well, however he has a lot of boundaries and limitations when it comes to the way in which you function. he doesn't like degradation. instead, he thrives from praise and any sign of love and care. this might be tough for you to execute 100% of the time, but when it comes down to it the way his eyes twinkle for you is enough to make the ice around your heart melt just a little more each time.

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